13439	----	Divine Songs Attempted in the Easy Language of Children. By I. Watts. _Out of the Mouth of Babes and Sucklings thou hast perfected Praise_. Matt. xxi. 16. Transcriber's Note. Throughout, modern numerals have been substituted for their Roman equivalents. In Watts' dedication the original capitalisation, italics and spelling are retained; the aim thereby is to convey more accurately the flavour of the original. TO Mrs. SARAH ) Mrs. MARY _and_) ABNEY, Mrs. ELIZABETH ) _Daughters of Sir_ THOMAS ABNEY, _Kt. and Alderman of London_. _My Dear Young Friends_, Whom I am constrained to love and honour by many Obligations. It was the generous and condescending Friendship of your Parents under my weak Circumstances of Health, that brought me to their Country-Seat for the Benefit of the Air; but it was an Instance of most uncommon Kindness, to supply me there so chearfully for two Years of Sickness with the richest Conveniences of Life. Such a Favour requires my most affectionate Returns of Service to themselves, and to all that is dear to them; and meer Gratitude demands some solemn and publick Acknowledgment. But great Minds have the true Relish and Pleasure of doing Good, and are content to be unknown. It is such a silent Satisfaction Sir _Thomas Abney_ enjoys in the unspeakable Blessings of this Year, that brought our present King to the Throne: and he permits the World to forget that happy Turn that was given to the Affairs of the Kingdom by his wise Management in the Highest Office of the City, whereby the Settlement of the Crown was so much strengthen'd in the Illustrious Family which now possesses it. O may the Crown flourish many Years on the Head of our Soveraign, and may his House possess it to the End of Time, to secure all Religious and Civil Liberties to the Posterity of those who have been so zealous to establish this Succession! The fair and lovely Character your Honoured Father hath acquired by passing thro' all the chief Offices of the City, and leaving a Lustre upon them, seems imperfect in his own Esteem, without the Addition of this Title, _A Succourer and a Friend of the Ministers of Christ_. And in this part of his Honour the Lady your Mother is resolved to have an unborrow'd Share, and becomes his daily Rival. It is to her unwearied Tenderness, and many kind Offices by Night and Day, in the more violent Seasons of my Indisposition, that (under God) I own my Life, and Power to write or think. And while I remember those Hours, I can't forget the cheerful and ready Attendance of her worthy Sister, her dear Companion and Assistant in every good Work. Under the Influence of two such Examples I have also enjoy'd the Pleasure and Conveniency of your younger Services, according to the Capacity of your Years; and that with such a Degree of sincere and hearty Zeal for my Welfare, that you are ready to vie with each other in the kind Imployment, and assist all you can toward my Recovery and Usefulness. So that whoever shall reap benefit by any of my Labours, it is but a reasonable Request, that you share with me in their Thanks and their Prayers. But this is a small Part of your Praise. If it would not be suspected of Flattery, I could tell the World what an Acquaintance with Scripture, what a Knowledge of Religion, what a Memory of Divine things both in Verse and Prose is found among you; and what a just and regular account is given of Sermons at your Age; to awaken all the Children that shall read these _Songs_, to furnish their memories and beautify their Souls like yours. The Honour you have done me in learning by heart so large a number of the _Hymns_ I have publish'd, perhaps has been of some use towards these greater Improvements, and gives me rich Encouragement to offer you this little Present. Since I have ventured to shew a Part of your early Character to the World, I perswade my self you will remember, that it must inlarge and brighten daily. Remember what the World will expect from the Daughters of Sir _Thomas Abney's_ Family, under such an Education, such Examples, and after such fair and promising Blossoms of Piety and Goodness. Remember what God himself will expect at your hands, from whose Grace you have received plentiful Distributions in the Beginning of your Days. May the Blessings of his Right Hand more enrich you daily, as your Capacities and your Years increase; and may he add bountifully of the Favours of his Left Hand, Riches and Honour. May his Grace make you so large a Return of all the Kindness I have received in your Family, as may prevail above the fondest Hopes of your Parents, and even exceed the warmest Prayers of _Your most Affectionate Monitor and obliged Servant in the daily Views of a future World_, I. WATTS. Theobalds, June 18. 1715. PREFACE To all that are concerned in the Education of Children. My Friends, It is an awful and important charge that is committed to you. The wisdom and welfare of the succeeding generation are intrusted with you beforehand, and depend much on your conduct. The seeds of misery or happiness in this world, and that to come, are oftentimes sown very early, and therefore whatever may conduce to give the minds of children a relish for vertue and religion, ought in the first place to be proposed to you. Verse was at first design'd for the service of God, tho' it hath been wretchedly abused since. The ancients among the Jews and the Heathens taught their children and disciples the precepts of morality and worship in verse. The children of Israel were commanded to learn the words of the song of Moses, Deut. 31. 19,30. And we are directed in the New Testament, not only to sing with grace in the heart, but to teach and admonish one another by hymns and songs, Eph. 5. 19. and there are these four advantages in it: 1. There is a greater delight in the very learning of truths and duties this way. There is something so amusing and entertaining in rhymes and metre, that will incline children to make this part of their business a diversion. And you may turn their very duty into a reward, by giving them the privilege of learning one of these songs every week, if they fulfil the business of the week well, and promising them the book itself when they have learned ten or twenty songs out of it. 2. What is learnt in verse is longer retained in memory, and sooner recollected. The like sounds and the like number of syllables exceedingly assist the remembrance. And it may often happen, that the end of a song running in the mind may be an effectual means to keep off some temptation, or to incline to some duty, when a word of scripture is not upon the thoughts. 3. This will be a constant furniture for the minds of children, that they may have something to think upon when alone, and sing over to themselves. This may sometimes give their thoughts a divine turn, and raise a young meditation. Thus they will not be forced to seek relief for an emptiness of mind out of the loose and dangerous sonnets of the age. 4. These _Divine Songs_ may be a pleasant and proper matter for their daily or weekly worship, to sing one in the family at such time as the parents or governors shall appoint; and therefore I have confin'd the verse to the most usual psalm tunes. The greatest part of this little book was composed several years ago, at the request of a friend, who has been long engaged in the work of catechising a very great number of children of all kinds, and with abundant skill and success. So that you will find here nothing that savours of a party: the children of high and low degree, of the Church of England or Dissenters, baptized in infancy or not, may all join together in these songs. And as I have endeavoured to sink the language to the level of a child's understanding, and yet to keep it (if possible) above contempt; so I have designed to profit all (if possible) and offend none. I hope the more general the sense is, these composures may be of the more universal use and service. I have added at the end an attempt or two of _Sonnets_ on _Moral Subjects_ for children, with an air of pleasantry, to provoke some fitter pen to write a little book of them. My talent doth not lie that way, and a man on the borders of the grave has other work. Besides, if I had health or leisure to lay out this way, it should be employ'd in finishing the _Psalms_, which I have so long promised the world. May the Almighty God make you faithful in this important work of education: may he succeed your cares with his abundant graces, that the rising generation of Great Britain may be a glory amongst the nations, a pattern to the Christian world, and a blessing to the earth. Divine Songs For Children. Song 1. _A General Song of Praise to God_. 1 How glorious is our Heavenly King, Who reigns above the sky! How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty? 2 How great his power is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face. 3 Not angels that stand round the Lord Can search his secret will; But they perform his heavenly word, And sing his praises still. 4 Then let me join this holy train, And my first offerings bring; Th' eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing. 5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, And angels shall rejoice To hear their mighty Maker's praise Sound from a feeble voice. Song 2. _Praise for Creation and Providence_. 1 I sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill'd the earth with food; He form'd the creatures with his Word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye, If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. 5 There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow By order from thy throne. 6 Creatures (as num'rous as they be) Are subject to thy care: There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there. 7 In heaven he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath: 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe. 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye: Why should I then forget the Lord Who is for ever nigh? Song 3. _Praise to God for our Redemption_. 1 Blest be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That join'd in council to restore And save our ruin'd race! 2 Our father eat forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell; And we, his children, thus were brought To death, and near to hell. 3 Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. 4 He honour'd all his Father's laws, Which we have disobey'd; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. 5 Behold him rising from the grave; Behold him rais'd on high: He pleads his merits there to save Transgressors doom'd to die. 6 There on a glorious throne, he reigns, And by his power divine Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan, and of sin. 7 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come, And, with a sovereign voice, Shall call, and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice. 8 O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face, And, with the blest assembly there, Sing his redeeming grace! Song 4. _Praise for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal_. 1 Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see? What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? 2 Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door. 3 How many children in the street Half naked I behold? While I am clothed from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold. 4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. 5 While others early learn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal, Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. 6 Are these thy favours, day by day To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. Song 5. _Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land_. 1 Great God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong; I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. 2 'Tis to thy soveraign grace I owe, That I was born on Brittish ground, Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. 3 I would not change my native land For rich Peru, with all her gold: A nobler prize lies in my hand Than East or Western Indies hold. 4 How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns; They know no heav'n, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains. 5 Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hope and my desire; While all the preachers of thy word Warn me t' escape eternal fire. 6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark'd my way to heaven; Nor will I run the road to death, And wast the blessings thou hast given. Song 6. _Praise for the Gospel_. 1 Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance as others do, That I was born of Christian race, And not a Heathen, or a Jew. 2 What would the ancient Jewish kings, And Jewish prophets once have given, Could they have heard these glorious things, Which Christ reveal'd, and brought from heav'n! 3 How glad the Heathens would have been, That worship idols, wood, and stone, If they the book of God had seen, Or Jesus and his gospel known! 4 Then if the Gospel I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes? For all the Gentiles and the Jews Against me will in judgment rise. Song 7. _The Excellency of the Bible_. 1 Great God, with wonder and with praise, On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power and grace Shine brighter in thy Book. 2 The stars that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven. 3 The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy Word. 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfy'd; And hence my hopes arise. 5 Lord, make me understand thy law, Show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 6 Here would I learn how Christ has dy'd To save my soul from hell: Not all the books on earth beside Such heav'nly wonders tell. 7 Then let me love my Bible more, And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night. Song 8. _Praise to God for learning to read_. 1 The praises of my tongue I offer to the Lord, That I was taught, and learnt so young To read his holy Word. 2 That I am taught to know The danger I was in, By nature and by practice too A wretched slave to sin. 3 That I am led to see I can do nothing well; And whither shall a sinner flee, To save himself from hell? 4 Dear Lord, this book of thine Informs me where to go For grace to pardon all my sin, And make me holy too. 5 Here I can read and learn How Christ the Son of God Did undertake our great concern, Our ransom cost his blood. 6 And now he reigns above, He sends his Spirit down, To show the wonders of his love, And make his Gospel known. 7 O may that Spirit teach, And make my heart receive Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe! 8 Then shall I praise the Lord In a more chearful strain, That I was taught to read his Word, And have not learnt in vain. Song 9. The All-Seeing God. 1 Almighty God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight. 2 There's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book `tis writ Against the judgment-day. 3 And must the crimes that I have done Be read and publish'd there, Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear? 4 Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. 6 O may I now for ever fear T' indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see, and hear, And writes down every fault! Song 10. _Solemn Thoughts of God and Death_. 1 There is a God that reigns above, Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas: I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has writ, To teach us all what we must do; My soul, to his commands submit, For they are holy, just and true. 3 There is a Gospel of rich grace, Whence sinners all their comfort draw; Lord, I repent, and seek thy face; For I have often broke thy law. 4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon `twill come; A thousand children young as I Are call'd by death to hear their doom. 5 Let me improve the hours I have Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the grave, No pardons offer'd to the dead. 6 Just as a tree cut down, that fell To north, or southward, there it lies: So man departs to heaven or hell, Fix'd in the state wherein he dies. Song 11. _Heaven and Hell_. 1 There is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love, And holy children, when they die, Go to that world above. 2 There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains, There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains. 3 Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end? And may I hope, whene'er I die, I shall to heaven ascend? 4 Then will I read and pray While I have life and breath; Lest I should be cut off to day, And sent t' eternal death. Song 12. _The Advantages of early Religion_. 1 Happy's the child whose youngest years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 When we devote our youth to God, 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offer'd in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. 3 'Tis easier work if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners that grow old in sin Are hard'ned in their crimes. 4 'Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years And make our vertue strong. 5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our childhood we resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine. 6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise, Employ my youngest breath; Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days, Or fit for early death. Song 13. _The Danger of Delay_. 1 Why should I say, "`Tis yet too soon "To seek for heaven or think of death?" A flower may fade before `tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath. 2 If this rebellious heart of mine, Despise the gracious calls of Heaven; I may be hard'ned in my sin, And never have repentance given. 3 What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear, To all my groans another day? 4 What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offer'd grace, And all his love to fury turn, And strike me dead upon the place? 5 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God; His power and vengeance none can tell: One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 6 Then `twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon or for grace, To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face. Song 14. _Examples of early piety_. 1 What blest examples do I find Writ in the Word of Truth, Of children that began to mind Religion in their youth. 2 Jesus, who reigns above the skie, And keeps the world in awe; Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. 3 At twelve years old he talk'd with men, (The Jews all wondering stand;) Yet he obey'd his Mother then, And came at her command. 4 Children a sweet hosanna sung, And blest their Saviour's name; They gave him honour with their tongue While scribes and priests blaspheme. 5 Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought To wait upon the Lord; Young Timothy betimes was taught To know his holy Word. 6 Then why should I so long delay What others learn so soon? I would not pass another day Without this work begun. Song 15. _Against Lying_. 1 O `tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way; To fear a lye, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say. 2 But lyars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that's true, And he that does one fault at first, And lyes to hide it, makes it two. 3 Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, How God abhors deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead Catch'd with a lye upon his tongue? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die When she came in, and grew so bold As to confirm that wicked lye That just before her husband told. 5 The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth; but every lyar Must have his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire. 6 Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be struck to death and hell, Since God a book of reckoning keeps For every lye that children tell. Song 16. _Against Quarrelling and Fighting_. 1 Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God has made them so; Let bears and lyons growl and fight, For `tis their nature too. 2 But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. 3 Let love thro' all your actions run, And all your words be mild; Live like the blessed Virgin's Son, That sweet and lovely child. 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man And God his Father too. 5 Now, Lord of all, he reigns above, And from his heavenly throne, He sees what children dwell in love, And marks them for his own. Song 17. _Love between Brothers and Sisters_. 1 What ever brawls are in the street There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet Quarrels shou'd never come. 2 Birds in their little nests agree; And `tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3 Hard names at first, and threatening words, That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death. 4 The devil tempts one mother's son To rage against another: So wicked Cain was hurried on, Till he had kill'd his brother. 5 The wise will make their anger cool At least before `tis night; But in the bosom of a fool It burns till morning light. 5 Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage; Our little brawls remove; That as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love. Song 18. _Against Scoffing and calling Names_. 1 Our tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men: When others give a railing word, We must not rail again. 2 Cross words and angry names require To be chastiz'd at school; And he's in danger of hell-fire, That calls his brother, fool. 3 But lips that dare be so prophane To mock and jeer and scoff At holy things, or holy men, The Lord shall cut them off. 4 When children, in their wanton play Served old Elisha so, And bade the prophet go his way, "Go up, thou bald head, go." 5 God quickly stopt their wicked breath, And sent two raging bears, That tore them limb from limb to death, With blood and groans and tears. 6 Great God, how terrible art thou To sinners ne'er so young! Grant me thy grace and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue. Song 19. _Against Swearing and Cursing, and taking God's Name in vain_. 1 Angels that high in glory dwell Adore thy Name, Almighty God! And devils tremble down in hell Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 2 And yet how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful glorious Name! And when they're angry, how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme! 3 How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain? 4 Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be giv'n. But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n. 5 My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above; 'Tis that great God whose power I fear, That heavenly Father whom I love. 6 If my companions grow profane, I'll leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear. Song 20. _Against Idleness and Mischief_. 1 How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! 2 How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. 3 In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. 4 In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last. Song 21. _Against evil Company_. 1 Why should I join with those in play In whom I've no delight; Who curse and swear, but never play; Who call ill names, and fight? 2 I hate to hear a wanton song: Their words offend my ears: I should not dare defile my tongue With language such as theirs. 3 Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, Nor with the scoffers go: I would be walking with the wise, That wiser I may grow. 4 From one rude boy, that's used to mock, They learn the wicked jest: One sickly sheep infects the flock, And poisons all the rest. 5 My God, I hate to walk or dwell With sinful children here: Then let me not be sent to hell, Where none but sinners are. Song 22. _Against Pride in Clothes_. 1 Why should our garments, made to hide Our parents' shame, provoke our pride? The art of dress did ne'er begin Till Eve our mother learnt to sin. 2 When first she put the covering on, Her robe of innocence was gone; And yet her children vainly boast In the sad marks of glory lost. 3 How proud we are! how fond to shew Our clothes, and call them rich and new, When the poor sheep and silkworms wore That very clothing long before! 4 The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer coats than I: Let me be dress'd fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. 5 Then will I set my heart to find Inward adornings of the mind: Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace, These are the robes of richest dress. 6 No more shall worms with me compare, This is the raiment angels wear: The Son of God, when here below, Put on this blest apparel too. 6 It never fades, it ne'er grows old, Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould: It takes no spot, but still refines; The more `tis worn, the more it shines. 7 In this on earth would I appear, Then go to heaven, and wear it there: God will approve it in his sight; 'Tis his own work, and his delight. Song 23. _Obedience to Parents_. 1 Let children that would fear the Lord Hear what their teachers say; With reverence meet their parents' word, And with delight obey. 2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten'd by the Lord, To him that breaks his father's law, Or mocks his mother's word? 3 What heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same. 4 But those who worship God, and give Their parents honour due, Here on this earth they long shall live, And live hereafter, too. Song 24. _The Child's Complaint_. 1 Why should I love my sports so well, So constant at my play, And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell, And then forget to pray? 2 What do I read my Bible for, But, Lord, to learn thy will? And shall I daily know thee more, And less obey thee still? 3 How senseless is my heart, and wild! How vain are all my thoughts! Pity the weakness of a child, And pardon all my faults. 4 Make me thy heavenly voice to hear, And let me love to pray; Since God will lend a gracious ear To what a child can say. Song 25. _A Morning Song_. 1 My God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise; And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies: 2 When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day; Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heavenly way. 4 Give me, O Lord, thy early grace, Nor let my soul complain That the young morning of my day Has all been spent in vain! Song 26. _An Evening Song_. 1 And now another day is gone, I'll sing my Maker's praise! My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. 2 But how my childhood runs to waste My sins how great their sum! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head; And, through the hours of darkness, keep Their watch around my head. 4 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. Song 27. _For the Lord's Day Morning_. 1 This is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead: Why should I my eyelids close, And waste my hours in bed? 2 This is the day when Jesus broke The powers of death and hell; And shall I still wear Satan's yoke, And love my sins so well? 3 To-day, with pleasure, Christians meet, To pray, and hear thy Word; And I would go with cheerful feet To learn thy will, O Lord! 4 I'll leave my sport, to read and pray, And so prepare for heaven: O may I love this blessed day The best of all the seven! Song 28. _For Lord's Day Evening_. 1 Lord, how delightful `tis to see A whole assembly worship thee! At once they sing, at once they pray; They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go 'Tis like a little heaven below! Not all my pleasure and my play Should tempt me to forget this day. 3 O write upon my memory, Lord, The text and doctrines of thy Word, That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before! 4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine Fill up this foolish heart of mine: That, hoping pardon through his blood, I may lie down, and wake with God. The TEN COMMANDMENTS out of the Old Testament put into short Rhime for Children. Exod. 20. 1. Thou shalt have no more Gods but me. 2. Before no idol bow thy knee. 3. Take not the Name of God in vain: 4. Nor dare the Sabbath Day profane. 5. Give both thy parents honour due. 6. Take heed that thou no murder do. 7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean: 8. Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean. 9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it. 10. What is thy neighbour's, dare not covet. The Sum of the Commandments out of the New Testament. Matt. 22. 37. With all thy Soul love God above; And as thyself thy Neighbour love. Our Saviour's Golden Rule. Matt. 7. 12. Be you to others Kind and True, As you'd have others be to you. And neither do nor say to Men Whate'er you would not take again. Duty to God and our neighbour. Love God with all your Soul and Strength. With all your Heart and Mind; And love your Neighbour as your self: Be faithful, just, and kind. Deal with another as you'd have Another deal with you. What you're unwilling to receive, Be sure you never do. Out of my Book of _Hymns_, I have here added, the _Hosanna_ and _Glory to the Father_, &c. to be sung at the end of any of these Songs, according to the Direction of Parents or Governors. The _Hosanna_; or Salvation ascribed to Christ. Long Metre. 1 _Hosanna_ to king _David's_ Son, Who reigns on a superior Throne; We bless the Prince of Heav'nly Birth, Who brings Salvation down to Earth. 2 Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage; Old Men and Babes in _Sion_ sing The growing glories of her King! Common Metre. 1 _Hosanna_ to the Prince of Grace; _Sion_ behold thy King; Proclaim the Son of _David's_ Race, And teach the Babes to sing. 2 _Hosanna_ to th' Eternal Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe Salvation to the Lord, With Blessings on his Name! Short Metre. 1 _Hosanna_ to the Son Of _David_ and of God, Who brought the News of Pardon down, And bought it with his Blood. 2 To Christ, th' anointed King, Be endless blessings giv'n, Let the whole Earth his Glory sing Who made our Peace with Heav'n. Glory to the Father and the Son, &c. Long Metre. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be Honour, Praise, and Glory giv'n, By all on Earth, and all in Heav'n. Common Metre. Now let the Father and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Short Metre. Give to the Father Praise, Give Glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his Grace Be equal Honour done. A Slight SPECIMEN of MORAL SONGS, _Such as I wish some happy and condescending Genius would undertake for the use of Children, and perform much better_. The sense and subjects might be borrow'd plentifully from the _Proverbs of Solomon_, from all the common appearances of nature, from all the occurrences in the civil life, both in city and country: (which would also afford matter for other divine songs). Here the language and measures should be easy and flowing with cheerfulness, and without the solemnities of religion, or the sacred names of God and holy things; that children might find delight and profit together. This would be one effectual way to deliver them from the temptation of loving and learning those idle, wanton or profane songs, which give so early an ill taint to the fancy and memory, and become the seeds of future vices. _The Sluggard_. 1 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard. I heard him complain "You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!" As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. 2 "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number: And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands. 3 I past by his garden, and saw the wild bryar The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher: The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wasts, still he starves, or he begs. 4 I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking, But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. 5 Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me," That man's but a picture of what I might be: But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding: Who taught me betimes to love working and reading! _Innocent Play_. 1 Abroad in the meadows to see the young lambs, Run sporting about by the side of their dams With fleeces so clean, and so white; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight! 2 If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud: Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood; So foul, or so fierce are their natures. But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves, or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. 3 Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play; For he's still in earnest that's hurt. How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire! There's none but a mad-man will fling about fire, And tell you, "`Tis all but in sport." The End. The TABLE. 1. A General Song of Praise to God. 2. Praise for Creation and Providence. 3. Praise to God for our Redemption. 4. Praise for mercies Spiritual and Temporal. 5. Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land. 6. Praise for the Gospel. 7. The Excellency of the Bible. 8. Praise to God for learning to read. 9. The All-seeing God. 10. Solemn Thoughts of God and Death. 11. Heaven and Hell. 12. The Advantages of early Religion. 13. The Danger of Delays. 14. Examples of early Piety. 15. Against lying. 16. Against Quarrelling and Fighting. 17. Love between Brothers and Sisters. 18. Against scoffing and calling Names. 19. Against swearing and cursing, and taking God's Name in vain. 20. Against Idleness and Mischief. 21. Against Evil Company. 22. Against Pride in Clothes. 23. Obedience to Parents. 24. The Child's Complaint. 25. A Morning Song. 26. An Evening Song. 27. An Hymn for the Lord's Day Morning. 28. An Hymn for the Lord's Day Evening. The Ten Commandments. The Sum of the Commandments. Our Saviour's Golden Rule. Duty to God and our Neighbour. The Hosanna in Long Metre. in Common Metre. in Short Metre. Glory to the Father in Long Metre. in Common Metre. in Short Metre. A slight Specimen of Moral Songs, viz. The Sluggard. Innocent Play. The End of the Table. ADDENDUM to the Moral Songs. Transcriber's Note. In the 1715 edition, for the reasons explained by Watts in his Preface, there are only two moral songs, namely "The Sluggard" and "Innocent Play." Those added later are included in this Addendum. The texts are from an 1866 printing in New York, posted into the public domain by the Christian Classics Ethereal Library (CCEL) at http://www.ccel.org/ccel/watts/divsongs.html Song 3. The Rose. 12,8,12,8 How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower! The glory of April and May: But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field! When its leaves are all dead and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! So frail is the youth and the beauty of man, Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, Time kills them as fast as he goes. Then I'll not be proud of my youth and my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty: This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead. Song 4. The thief 8,7,8,7 Why should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that's ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they stole forbidden fruit? Oft we see a young beginner Practice little pilfering ways, Till grown up a harden'd sinner, Then the gallows ends his days. Theft will not be always hidden, Though we fancy none can spy: When we take a thing forbidden, God beholds it with his eye. Guard my heart, O God of heaven, Lest I covet what's not mine; Lest I steal what is not given, Guard my heart and hands from sin. Song 5. The ant, or emmet. 11,11,8,11,11,8 These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern: Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school, There's many a sluggard and many a fool Some lessons of wisdom might learn. They wear not their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sunshiny day, And for winter they lay up their stores: They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food withindoors. But I have less sense than a poor creeping Ant, If I take not due care for the things I shall want, Nor provide against dangers in time; When death or old age shall once stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all their prime! Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what shall serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiven. Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey; That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, I may dwell in a palace in heaven. Song 6. Good resolutions. 7,8,7,8 Though I'm now in younger days, Nor can tell what shall befall me, I'll prepare for every place Where my growing age shall call me. Should I e'er be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness: I'll supply the poor with meat, Never showing scorn or rudeness. Where I see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them: I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return them railing, Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing? When I hear them telling lies, Talking foolish, cursing, swearing, First I'll try to make them wise, Or I'll soon go out of hearing. What though I be low or mean, I'll engage the rich to love me, While I'm modest, neat, and clean, And submit when they reprove me. If I should be poor and sick, I shall meet, I hope, with pity; Since I love to help the weak, Though they're neither fair nor witty. I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended: What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended. May I be so watchful still O'er my humours and my passion, As to speak and do no ill, Though it should be all the fashion. Wicked fashions lead to hell; Ne'er may I be found complying; But in life behave so well, Not to be afraid of dying. Song 7. Summer's evening. 11,11,11,9 How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun! How lovely and joyful the course that he run; Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. Just such is the Christian. His course he begins Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears! then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way: But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace; And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array. Song 8. Cradle hymn. 8,7,8,7 Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number, Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. Blessed Babe! what glorious features,-- Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must he dwell with brutal creatures? How could angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? Did they thus affront the Lord? Soft, my child! I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard: 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story. How the Jews received their King, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where hey sought him, there they found him, With his Virgin-mother by. See the lovely Babe a-dressing: Lovely infant, how he smiled! When he wept, his mother's blessing Sooth'd and hush'd the holy Child. Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed!-- Peace, my darling, here's no danger: There's no ox a-near thy bed. 'Twas so save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came. May'st thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days, Then go dwell for ever near him: See his face, and sing his praise! I could give thee thousand kisses! Hoping what I most desire, Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire! 
13341	----	HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS. In Three Books. 1. Collected from the Scriptures. 2. Composed on Divine Subjects. 3. Prepared for the Lord's Supper. By I. Watts, D.D. Revelation 5, 9. _And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy, &c. for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us, &c._ Soliti essent (i.e. Christiani) convenire, carmenque Christo quasi Deo dicere. _Plin. In Epist._ Transcriber's Note. There are significant differences in the numerous reprints of Isaac Watts' "Hymns and Spiritual Songs." The first generation of this Project Gutenberg file was from an 1818 printing by C. Corrall of 38 Charing Cross, London. The "Index" and the "Table of the Scriptures that are Turned into Verse" are retained, and can be found at the end of the text. The "Table to find any Hymn by the first Line," however, has been omitted for the following reasons: 1. It refers to page numbers that are here expunged; and 2. In this electronic version first lines can be easily located via searches. There are 3 books of hymns, and numbers have been added to indicate in which of these the hymns are placed. For example, "2:38" refers to "Book 2, Hymn Number 38," and so on. Throughout, modern numerals have been substituted for their Roman equivalents. Preface. The following extracts from the Doctor's preface contain the substance of his plan in the three different parts into which the Hymns are divided; the whole would have exceeded the limits of a small book. "Far be it from my thoughts to lay aside the Book of Psalms in public worship; few can pretend so great a value for them as myself: it is the most noble, most devotional and divine collection of poesy; and nothing can be supposed more proper to raise a pious soul to heaven than some parts of that book; never was a piece of experimental divinity so nobly written, and so justly reverenced and admired. But it must be acknowledged still, that there are a thousand lines in it which were not made for a church in our days to assume as its own. There are also many deficiencies of light and glory which our Lord Jesus and his apostles have supplied in the writings of the New Testament: and with this advantage I have composed these Spiritual Songs, which are now presented to the World. Nor is the attempt vainglorious or presuming; for in respect of clear evangelical knowledge, 'The least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than all the Jewish Prophets.' Matt. xi. 11. "Now let me give a short account of the following composures. "The greatest part of them are suited to the general state of the gospel, and the most common affairs of Christians: I hope there will be very few found but what may properly be used in a religious assembly, and not one of them but may well be adapted to some seasons either of private or public worship. The most frequent tempers and changes of our spirit, and conditions of our life, are here copied, and the breathings of our piety expressed according to the variety of our passions, our love, our fear, our hope, our desire, our sorrow, our wonder and our joy, as they are refined into devotion, and act under the influence and conduct of the blessed Spirit; all conversing with God the Father 'by the new and living Way' of access to the throne, even the person and the mediation of our Lord Jesus Christ. To him also, even 'to the Lamb that was slain and now lives,' I have addressed many a song; for thus doth the holy Scripture instruct and teach us to worship in the various patterns of Christian psalmody described in the Revelation. "I have aimed at ease of numbers, and smoothness of sound, and endeavoured to make the sense plain and obvious. If the verse appears so gentle and flowing as to incur the censure of feebleness, I may honestly affirm, that sometimes it cost me labour to make it so. "In the first part I have borrowed the sense and much of the form of the song from some particular portions of scripture, and have paraphrased most of the doxologies in the New Testament, that contain any thing in them peculiarly evangelical: and many parts of the Old Testament also, that have a reference to the times of the Messiah. "The second part consists of hymns whose form is mere human composure; but I hope the sense and materials will always appear divine. I might have brought some text or other, and applied it to the margin of every verse, if this method had been as useful as it was easy. If there be any poems in the book that are capable of giving delight to persons of a more refined taste and polite education, perhaps they may be found in this part; but except they lay aside the humour of criticism, and enter into a devout frame, every ode here already despairs of pleasing. "I have prepared the third part only for the celebration of the Lord's Supper, that, in imitation of our blessed Saviour, we may sing an hymn after we have partaken of the Bread and Wine." Hymns. Book 1. Collected from the Holy Scriptures. Hymn 1:1. A new song to the Lamb that was slain. Rev. 5. 6 8 9 10 12. 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father's throne Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of the saints, And these the hymns they raise: Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 4 [Eternal Father, who shall look Into thy secret will? Who but the Son shall take that book And open every seal? 5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son deserves it well; Lo, in his hand the sovereign keys Of heaven, and death, and hell!] 6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy remain For ever on thy head. 7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy power; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promis'd hour. Hymn 1:2. The deity and humanity of Christ, John 1. 1-3 14. Col. 9. 16. Eph. 3, 9 10. 1 Ere the blue heavens 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 power were all things made; By him supported all things stand; He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at his command. 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars; (Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years?) 4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms, The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may hold converse with worms, Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they. 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son; How full of truth! how full of grace! When thro' his eyes the Godhead shone! 6 Archangels leave their high abode To learn new mysteries here, and tell The loves of our descending God, The glories of Imannuel. Hymn 1:3. The nativity of Christ, Luke 1. 30 &c. Luke 2, 10 &c. 1 Behold, the grace appears, The promise is fulfill'd; Mary the wondrous virgin bears, And Jesus is the child. 2 [The Lord, the highest God, Calls him his only Son; He bids him rule the lands abroad, And gives, him David's throne. 3 O'er Jacob shall he reign With a peculiar sway; The nations shall his grace obtain, His kingdom ne'er decay.] 4 To bring the glorious news A heavenly form appears; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears. 5 "Go, humble swains," said he, "To David's city fly; "The promis'd infant born to-day, "Doth in a manger lie. 6 "With looks and heart serene, "Go visit Christ your King;" And straight, a flaming troop was seen; The shepherds heard them sing: 7 "Glory to God on high, "And heavenly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth!" 8 [In worship so divine Let saints employ their tongues, With the celestial host we join, And loud repeat their songs: 9 "Glory to God on high, "And heavenly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At our Redeemer's Birth."] Hymn 1:4. [Supplement] The inward witness to Christianity, 1 John 5. 10. 1 Questions and doubts be heard no more; Let Christ and joy be all our theme; His Spirit seals his gospel sure, To every soul that trusts in him. 2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within: The mercy which thy words reveal Refines the heart from sense and sin, And stamps its own celestial seal. 3 'Tis God's inimitable hand That moulds and forms the heart anew; Blasphemers can no more withstand, But bow and own thy doctrine true. 4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood, Finds peace and pardon at thy cross; The sinful soul averse to God, Believes and loves his Maker's laws. 5 Learning and wit may cease their strife, When miracles with glory shine; The voice that calls the dead to life Must be almighty, and divine. Hymn 1:5. Submission to afflictive providences, Job 1. 21. 1 Naked as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave; He gives, and (blessed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then, Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sov'reign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead. Hymn 1:6. Triumph over death, Job 19. 25-27. 1 Great God, I own thy 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: My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes. 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear High on a royal seat, And Death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, When God shall build my bones again, He clothes them all afresh. 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes, And feast upon thy unknown grace With pleasure and surprise. Hymn 1:7. The invitation of the gospel; or, Spiritual food and clothing, Isa. 55. 1 &c. 1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice, The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho, all ye hungry starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain To weave a garment of your own That will not hide your sin, 7 Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own blood.] 8 Dear God, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins. 9 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day, Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Hymn 1:8. The safety and protection of the church, Isa. 26. 1-6. 1 How honourable is the place Where we adoring stand, Zion the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land! 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell, The walls of strong salvation made, Defy th' assaults of hell. 3 Lift up the everlasting gates, The doors wide open fling, Enter, ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King. 4 Here you shall taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace, You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventur'd on his grace. 5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, And banish all your fears; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. 6 [What tho' the rebels dwell on high, His arm shall bring them low, Low' as the caverns of the grave Their lofty heads shall bow.] 7 [On Babylon our feet shall tread In that rejoicing hour, The ruins of her walls shall spread A pavement for the poor.] Hymn 1:9. The promises of the covenant of grace, Isa. 55. 1 2. Zech. 13. 1. Mich. 7. 19. Ezek. 36. 25 &c. 1 In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind, The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind. 2 Come and the Lord shall feed our souls With more substantial meat, With such as saints in glory love, With such as angels eat. 3 Our God will every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives by covenant and by oath The riches of his grace. 4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains, In the dear fountain that his Son Pour'd from his dying veins. 5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away Tho' black as hell before; Our sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no more. 6 And lest pollution should o'erspread Our inward powers again, His Spirit shall bedew our souls Like purifying rain.] 7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing, That terrors cannot move, That fears no threat'nings of his wrath, Shall be dissolv'd by love; 8 Or he can take the flint away That would not be refin'd, And from the treasures of his grace Bestow a softer mind. 9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave his law, And every motion of our souls To swift obedience draw. 10 Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise, We the dear people of his love, And he our God of grace. Hymn 1:10. The blessedness of gospel times; or, The revelation of Christ to Jews and Gentiles, Isa. 5. 2 7-10. Matt. 13. 16 17. 1 How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! 4 How blessed are our eyes That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But dy'd without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts leant the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. Hymn 1:11. The humble enlightened, and carnal reason humbled; or, The sovereignty of grace, Luke 10. 21 22 1 There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd, And spoke his joy in words of praise; "Father, I thank thee, mighty God, "Lord of the earth, and heavens, and seas. 2 "I thank thy sovereign power and love, "That crowns my doctrine with success; "And makes the babes in knowledge learn "The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace. 3 "But all this glory lies conceal'd "From men of prudence and of wit; "The prince of darkness blinds their eyes, "And their own pride resists the light. 4 "Father, 'tis thus, because thy will "Chose and ordain'd it should be so; "T'is thy delight t' abase the proud, "And lay the haughty scorner low. 5 "There's none can know the Father right "But those who learn it from the Son; "Nor can the Son be well receiv'd, But where the Father makes him known." 6 Then let our souls adore our God That deals his graces as he please, Nor gives to mortals an account Or of his actions, or decrees. Hymn 1:12. Free grace in revealing Christ, Luke 10. 21. 1 Jesus, the man of constant grief, A mourner all his days; His spirit once rejoic'd aloud, And tun'd his joy to praise. 2 "Father, I thank thy wondrous love, "That hath reveal'd thy Son "To men unlearned; and to babes "Has made thy gospel known. 3 "The mysteries of redeeming grace "Are hidden from the wise, "While pride and carnal reasonings join "To swell and blind their eyes." 4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth His great decrees fulfil, And orders all his works of grace By his own sovereign will. Hymn 1:13. The Son of God incarnate; or, The titles and the kingdom of Christ, Isa. 9. 2 6 7. 1 The lands that long in darkness lay Now have beheld a heavenly light; Nations that sat in death's cold shade Are bless'd with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born, Behold th' expected Child appear; What shall his names or titles be? The Wonderful, the Counsellor. 3 This infant is the mighty God Come to be suckled and ador'd Th' eternal Father, Prince of Peace, The son of David, and his Lord. 4 The government of earth and seas Upon his shoulders shall be laid His wide dominions still increase, And honours to his name be paid. 5 Jesus the holy child shall sit High on his father David's throne, Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown. Hymn 1:14. The triumph of faith; or, Christ's unchangeable love, Rom. 8. 33 &c. 1 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? 'Tis God that justifies their souls, And mercy like a mighty stream O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead, And the salvation to fulfil, Behold him rising from the dead. 3 He lives, he lives, and sits above, For ever 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 that hath lov'd us bears us thro', And makes us more than conquerors too. 5 Faith hath an overcoming power, It triumphs in the dying hour; Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we sink with such a prop. 6 Not all that men on earth can do, Nor powers on high, nor powers below, Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love. Hymn 1:15. Our own weakness, and Christ our strength, 2 Cor. 12. 7 9 10. 1 Let me but hear my Saviour say, "Strength shall be equal to thy day," Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient Grace. 2 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then am I strong, Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 3 I can do all things, or can bear All sufferings, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While his left hand my head sustains. 4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn, And we attempt the work alone, When new temptations spring and rise We find how great our weakness is. 5 [So Samson, when his hair was lost, Met the Philistines to his cost; Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise, Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.] Hymn 1:16. Hosanna to Christ, Matt. 21. 9. Luke 19. 38 40. 1 Hosanna 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 find, And offspring is the same; Eternity and time are join'd In our Immanuel's name. 3 Bless'd he that comes to wretched men With peaceful news from heaven; Hosannas of the highest strain To Christ the Lord be given. 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' hosanna on their tongues, Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs. Hymn 1:17. Victory over death, 1 Cor. 15, 55 &c. 1 O for an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours, To triumph o'er the monster Death, And all his frightful powers. 2 Joyful with all the strength I have My quivering lips should sing, "Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? And where the monster's sting?" 3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure, Death hath no sting beside; The law gives sin its damning power, But Christ, my ransom, died. 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, Thro' Christ our living head. Hymn 1:18. Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, Rev. 14. 13. 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead, Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd; How kind their slumbers are! From sufferings and from sins releas'd, And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward. Hymn 1:19. The song of Simeon; or, Death made desirable, Luke 2. 27 &c. 1 Lord at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here; O make our joys the same! 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was fill'd, When fondly in his wither'd arms He clasp'd the holy child! 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cry'd, "Behold thy servant dies, "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, "And close my peaceful eyes. 4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine "Upon the Gentile lands, "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope "To break their slavish bands." 5 [Jesus, the vision of thy face Hath overpowering charms Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace If Christ be in my arms. 6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break, How sweet my minutes roll! A mortal paleness on my cheek, And glory in my soul.] Hymn 1:20. Spiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness, and garments of salvation, Isa. 61. 10. 1 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice, In God the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice. 2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul, And made salvation mine, Upon a poor polluted worm He makes his graces shine. 3 And lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around. 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! These ornaments, how bright they shine! How white the garments are! 5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, And hope, and every grace; But Jesus spent his life to work The robe of righteousness. 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd By the great sacred Three: In sweetest harmony of praise Let all thy powers agree. Hymn 1:21. A vision of the kingdom of Christ among men, Rev. 21. 1-4. 1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and sea are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies. 2 From the third heaven where God resides, That holy happy place, The New Jerusalem comes down Adorn'd with shining grace. 3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, "Mortals, behold the sacred seat "Of your descending King. 4 "The God of glory down to men "Removes his blest abode, "Men the dear objects of his grace, "And he the loving God. 5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears "From every weeping eye, "And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, "And death itself shall die." 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay! Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. Hymn 1:22. [Supplement.] Flesh and Spirit. Rom. 8. 1. 1 What vain desires, and passions vain, Attend this mortal clay! Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain, And drawn my heart astray. 2 How have I wander'd from my God, And following sin and shame In this vile world of flesh and blood Defil'd my nobler frame! 3 For ever blessed be thy grace That form'd my soul anew, And made it of an heaven-born race, Thy glory to pursue. 4 My spirit holds perpetual war, And wrestles and complains; But views the happy moment near That shall dissolve its chains. 5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes, To part with every lust; And charge my flesh whene'er it rise To leave them in the dust. 6 My purer spirit shall not fear To put this body on: Its tempting powers no more are there, Its lusts and passions gone. Hymn 1:23. [Supplement.] A hopeful youth falling short of heaven, Mark 10. 21. 1 Must all the charms of nature then So hopeless to salvation prove? Can hell demand, can heaven condemn The man whom Jesus deigns to love? 2 The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbours all their due, (A modest, sober, lovely youth) And thought he wanted nothing now. 3 But mark the change! thus spake the Lord, "Come, part with earth for heaven to-day," The youth astonish'd at the word, In silent sadness went his way. 4 Poor virtues that he boasted so, This test unable to endure; Let Christ, and grace, and glory go To make his land and money sure. 5 Ah foolish choice of treasures here! Ah fatal love of tempting gold! Must this base world be bought so dear? Are life and heaven so cheaply sold? 6 In vain the charms of nature shine, If this vile passion govern me: Transform my soul, O love divine, And make me part with all for thee. Hymn 1:24. The rich sinner dying, Psalm 49. 6 9. Eccl. 8. 8. Job 3. 14 15. 1 In vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty hills of gain. 2 Their golden cordials cannot ease Their pained hearts or aching heads, Nor fright nor bribe approaching death From glittering roofs and downy beds. 3 The lingering, the unwilling soul The dismal summons must obey, And bid a long a sad farewell To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave, Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their bones without distinction lie Amongst the heap of meaner bones. The rest referred to Psalm 49. Hymn 1:25. A vision of the Lamb, Rev 5. 6-9. 1 All mortal vanities, be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears, Behold amidst th' eternal throne A vision of the Lamb appears. 2[Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power. 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne: Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees, and things unknown.] 4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel-sound Address their honours to his name, 5 The joy, the shout, the harmony Flies o'er the everlasting hills, "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals."] 6 Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, "To be our teacher and our king!" 7 His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines. 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell 'With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made favourites of their Cod. 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By every tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's throne. Hymn 1:26. Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ, 1 Peter 1. 3-5. 1 Bless'd be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord, Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd. 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 What tho' our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust! Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must. 4 There's an inheritance divine Reserv'd against that day, 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot waste away. 5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here Till Christ shall call us home. Hymn 1:27. Assurance of heaven; or, A saint prepared to die, 2 Tim. 4. 6 7 8 18. 1 [Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? 2 With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.] 3 God has laid up in heaven for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head. 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son. 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heavenly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine. 6 God is my everlasting aid And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise.--Amen. Hymn 1:28. The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church, Isa. 63. 1 2 3 &c. 1 What mighty man, or mighty God, Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate? 2 The glory of his robes proclaim 'Tis some victorious king: "'Tis I, the just, th' Almighty One, "That your salvation bring." 3 "Why, mighty Lord," thy saints enquire, "Why thine apparel red? "And all thy vesture stain'd like those "Who in the wine-press tread?" 4 "I by myself have trod the press, "And crush'd my foes alone, "My wrath has struck the rebels dead, "My fury stamp'd them down. 5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes "With joyful scarlet stains, "The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd "That dare insult my saints, "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints." Hymn 1:29. The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7. 1 "I lift my banners," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood, "The city of my gospel-foes "Shall be a field of blood. 2 "My heart has study'd just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come "To wipe away their tears. 3 "Quite weary is my patience grown, "And bids my fury go "Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too. 4 "I call for helpers but in vain: "Then has my gospel none? "Well, mine own arm has might enough "To crush my foes alone. 5 "Slaughter and my devouring sword "Shall walk the streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, "And stagger to the ground." 6 Thy honours, O victorious King! Thine own right-hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliverer praise. Hymn 1:30. Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21. 1 In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our souls desire is to thy Name, And the remembrance of thy face. 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light. 3 Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. 4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes, A voice of music to his friends, But threatening thunder to his foes. 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. 6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heavenly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings. Hymn 1:31. [Supplement.] The hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3. 1 O happy soul that lives on high; While men lie grovelling here! His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. 3 He waits in secret on his God; His God in secret sees: Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb. 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here; Content and pleas'd to live unknown, Till Christ his life appear. 6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill To meet that glorious day: But patient waits his Saviour's will To fetch his soul away. Hymn 1:32. Strength from heaven, Isa. 40. 27-30. 1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? And where's our courage fled? Has restless sin and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay? 3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell. 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; But we that wait upon the Lord Shall feel our strength increase. 5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings And taste the promis'd bliss, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is. Hymn 1:33. [Supplement.] The gospel the power of God to salvation, Rom. 1. 16. 1 Cor. 1. 18 24. 1 What shall the dying sinner do That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven? Can souls all o'er defil'd with sin Make their own powers and passions clean? 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus bring his gospel nigh; 'Tis there such power and glory dwell As saves rebellious souls from hell. 4 This is the pillar of our hope That bears our fainting spirits up; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord. 5 Let men or angels dig the mines Where nature's golden treasure shines, Brought near the doctrine of the cross All nature's gold appears but dross. 6 Should vile blasphemers with disdain Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain, I'll meet the scandal and the shame, And sing and triumph in his Name. Hymn 1:34. [Supplement.] None excluded from hope, Rom. 1. 16. 1 Cor. 1. 24. 1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, And bow th' aspiring Greek. 2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage Doth thy salvation flow; 'Tis not confin'd to sex or age, The lofty or the low. 3 While grace is offer'd to the prince, The poor may take their share; No mortal has a just pretence To perish in despair. 4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit, Nor boast your native powers; But to his sovereign grace submit, And glory shall be yours. 5 Come, all ye vilest sinners come, He'll form your souls anew: His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you. 6 His doctrine is almighty love; There's virtue in his Name To turn the raven to a dove, The lion to a lamb. Hymn 1:35. [Supplement.] Truth, sincerity, &c. Phil. 4. 8. 1 Let those who bear the Christian name Their holy vows fulfil: The saints, the followers of the Lamb, Are men of honour still. 2 True to the solemn oath they take, Tho' to their hurt they swear; Constant and just to all they speak, For God and angels hear. 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, Nor flattering words devise, They know the God of truth can see Thro' every false disguise. 4 They hate th' appearance of a lie In all the shapes it wears; They live the truth; and, when they die, Eternal life is theirs. 5 While hypocrites and liars fly Before the Judge's frown, His faithful friends, who fear a lie, Receive th' immortal crown. Hymn 1:36. [Supplement.] A lovely carriage. 1 O 'tis a lovely thing to see A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree To act a useful part. 2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In little angry souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals. 3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their fury rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes. 4 Their frame is prudence mix'd with love, Good works fulfil their day: They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away. 5 Such was the Saviour of mankind; Such pleasures he pursu'd; His flesh and blood were all refin'd, His soul divinely good. 6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow In such a heart as mine? Thy grace my nature can renew, And make my soul like thine. Hymn 1:37. [Supplement.] Zeal and Fortitude. 1 Do I believe what Jesus saith, And think the gospel true? Lord, make me bold to own my faith, And practise virtue too. 2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear, Arm me with heavenly zeal, That I may make thy power appear, And works of praise fulfil. 3 If men shall see my virtue shine, And spread my name abroad, Thine is the power, the praise is thine, My Saviour and my God. 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, Their lips proclaim thy grace; They cast their honours at thy feet, And own their borrow'd rays. PAUSE. 5 Are we the soldiers of the cross? The followers of the Lamb? And shall we fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 6 Now we must fight, if we would reign; Increase our courage, Lord! We'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 7 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall Conquer tho' they're slain; They see the triumph from afar, And shall with Jesus reign. 8 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine. Hymn 1:38. [Supplement.] The universal law of equity. Matt. 8. 12. 1 Blessed Redeemer how divine, How righteous is this rule of thine, "To do to all men just the same "As we expect or wish from them." 2 This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind nor memory pain; And every conscience must approve This universal law of love. 3 How blest would every nation be, Thus rul'd by love and equity! All would be friends without a foe, And form a paradise below. 4 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep Thy sacred law of love asleep, No more let envy, wrath, and pride, But thy blest maxims be our guide. Hymn 1:39. God's tender care of his church, Isa. 13 &c. 1 How shall my inward joys arise And burst into a song, Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill Some mercy-drops has thrown, And solemn oaths have bound his love To shower salvation down. 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints? Is he a God, and shall his grace Grow weary of his saints? 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts Her suckling have no room? 5 "Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change, "And mothers monsters prove, "Sion still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting love. 6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name, "My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broken frame." Hymn 1:40. The business and blessedness of glorified saints, Rev. 7. 13 &c. 1 "What happy men, or angels these "That all their robes are spotless white? "Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heavenly light?" 2 From tort'ring racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. 3 Now they approach th' almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day, Sweet anthems to the great Three One Measure their blest eternity. 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls, He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams, There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Thro' the vast round of endless years, And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears. Hymn 1:41. The same; or, The martyrs glorified, Rev. 7. 13 &c. 1 "These glorious minds, how bright they shine "Whence all their white array? "How came they to the happy seats "Of everlasting day?" 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely wash'd their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood. 3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One. 4 The unveil'd glories of his face Amongst his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace Sees all their wants supply'd. 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes. Hymn 1:42. Divine wrath and mercy, Nahum 1, 2 &c. 1 Adore and tremble, for our God Is a _consuming fire_;* His jealous eyes his wrath inflame, And raise his vengeance higher. 2 Almighty vengeance how it burns! How bright his fury glows! Vast magazines of plagues and storms Lie treasur'd for his foes. 3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees Are forced into a flame, But kindled, O how fierce they blaze! And rend all nature's frame. 4 At his approach the mountains flee, And seek a watery grave; The frighted sea makes haste away, And shrinks up every wave. 5 Thro' the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hailstones hurl'd: Who dares engage his fiery rage That shakes the solid world? 6 Yet, mighty God, thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne, The refuge of thy chosen race When wrath comes rushing down. 7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour, While we beneath thy sheltering wings Thy just revenge adore. *Hebrews 12:29. Hymn 1:43. [Supplement.] The Christian treasure, 1 Cor. 3. 21. 1 How vast the treasure we possess! How rich thy bounty, King of Grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home. 2 All things are ours, the gifts of God; The purchase of a Saviour's blood: While the good Spirit shews us how To use and to improve them too. 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help, me, Lord, to speak thy praise! If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good. 4 I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great: And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold. 5 Father, I wait thy daily will; Thou shalt divide my portion still: Grant me on earth what seems thee best, Till death and heaven reveal the rest. Hymn 1:44. [Supplement.] The true improvement of life. 1 And is this life prolong'd to me? Are days and seasons given? O let me then prepare to be A fitter heir of heaven. 2 In vain these moments shall not pass, These golden hours be gone: Lord, I accept thine offered grace, I bow before thy throne. 3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin, By my Redeemer's blood: Now let my flesh and soul begin The honours of my God. 4 Let me no more my soul beguile With sin's deceitful toys: Let cheerful hope increasing still Approach to heavenly joys. 5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of thy praise, And spread the savour of thy Name Where'er I spend my days. 6 On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May heaven receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great. Hymn 1:45. The last judgment, Rev. 21. 5-8. 1 See where the great incarnate God Fills a majestic throne, While from the skies his awful voice Bears the last judgment down. 2 ["I am the first, and I the last, "Thro' endless years the same; "I AM is my memorial still, "And my eternal name. 3 "Such favours as a God can give "My royal grace bestows; "Ye thirsty souls come taste the streams "Where life and pleasure flows.] 4 ["The saint that triumphs o'er his sins, "I'll own him for a son, "The whole creation shall reward "The conquests he has won. 5 "But bloody hands and hearts unclean, "And all the lying race, "The faithless and the scoffing crew, "That spurn at offer'd grace, 6 "They shall be taken from my sight, "Bound fast in iron chains, "And headlong plung'd into the lake "Where fire and darkness reigns." 7 O may I stand before the Lamb, When earth and seas are fled! And hear the Judge pronounce my name With blessings on my head! 8 May I with those for ever dwell Who here were my delight, While sinners banish'd down to hell, No more offend my sight. Hymn 1:46. [Supplement.] The privileges of the living above the dead. 1 Awake, my zeal, awake, my love, To serve my Saviour here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels cannot do. 2 Awake my charity, to feed The hungry soul, and clothe the poor: In heaven are found no sons of need, There all these duties are no more. 3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul! Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, Daily thy rising sins control, And be thy victories ever new. 4 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no foes t' encounter there: Lord, I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 5 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labour cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Hymn 1:47. [Supplement.] Death of kindred improved. 1 Must friends and kindred drop and die? And helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow with a weeping eye Counts up our comforts gone? 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Our helper and our friend: Nor leave us in this dangerous road, Till all our trials end. 3 O may our feet pursue the way Our pious fathers led! With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead. 4 Let us be wean'd from all below, Let hope our grief expel, While death invites our souls to go Where our best kindred dwell. Hymn 1:48. The Christian race, Isa. 40. 28-31. 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears, Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly 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 That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and drop and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air We'll mount aloft to thine abode, On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. Hymn 1:49. The works of Moses and the Lamb, Rev. 15. 3. 1 How strong thine arm is, mighty God, Who would not fear thy Name! Jesus, how sweet thy graces are! Who would not love the Lamb! 2 He has done more than Moses did, Our Prophet and our King; From bonds of hell he freed our souls, And taught our lips to sing. 3 In the Red-sea by Moses' hand Th' Egyptian host was drown'd; But his own blood hides all our sins, And guilt no more is found. 4 When thro' the desert Israel went, With manna they were fed; Our Lord invites us to his flesh, And calls it living bread. 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land, Yet never reach'd the place; But Christ shall bring his followers home To see his Father's face. 6 Then shall our love and joy be full, And feel a warmer flame; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. Hymn 1:50. The song of Zacharias, and the message of John the Baptist; or, Light and salvation by Jesus Christ, Luke 1. 68 &c. John 1. 29. 32. 1 Now be the God of Israel bless'd Who makes his truth appear, His mighty hand fulfils his word, And all the oaths he sware. 2 Now he bedews old David's root With blessings from the skies; He makes the branch of promise grow, The promis'd horn arise. 3 [John was the prophet of the Lord To go before his face, The herald which our Saviour God Sent to prepare his ways. 4 He makes the great salvation known, He speaks of pardon'd sins; While grace divine and heavenly love In its own glory shines. 5 "Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "That takes our guilt away: "I saw the Spirit o'er his head "On his baptizing day.] 6 "Be every vale exalted high, "Sink every mountain low, "The proud must stoop, and humble souls "Shall his salvation know. 7 "The heathen realms with Israel's land "Shall join in sweet accord; "And all that's born of man shall see "The glory of the Lord. 8 "Behold the morning star arise, "Ye that in darkness sit; "He marks the path that leads to peace, "And guides our doubtful feet." Hymn 1:51. Persevering grace, Jude 24 25. 1 To God the only wise, Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel, and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. Hymn 1:52. Baptism, Matt. 28. 19. Acts 2. 38. 1 'Twas the commission of our Lord, "Go, teach the nations, and baptize;" The nations have receiv'd the word Since he ascended to the skies. 2 He sits upon th' eternal hills, With grace and pardon in his hands, And sends his covenant with the seals, To bless the distant British lands. 3 "Repent, and be baptiz'd, (he saith) For the remission of your sins;" And thus our sense assists our faith, And shews us what his gospel means. 4 Our souls he washes in his blood, As water makes the body clean; And the good Spirit from our God Descends like purifying rain. 5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee, And seal our covenant with the Lord: O may the great eternal Three In heaven our solemn vows record! Hymn 1:53. The Holy Scriptures, Heb. 1. 1 2. 2 Tim. 3. 15 16. Psalm 147. 19 20. 1 God who in various methods told His mind and will to saints of old, Sent down his Son, with truth and grace, To teach us in these latter days. 2 Our nation reads the written word, That book of life, that sure record: The bright inheritance of heaven Is by the sweet conveyance given. 3 God's kindest thoughts are here express'd, Able to make us wise and bless'd; The doctrines are divinely true, Fit for reproof, and comfort too. 4 Ye British isles, who read his love In long epistles from above, (He hath not sent his sacred word To every land) Praise ye the Lord. Hymn 1:54. Electing grace; or, Saints beloved in Christ, Eph. 1. 3 &c. 1 Jesus, we bless thy Father's Name; Thy God and ours are both the same: What heavenly blessings from his throne Flow down to sinners thro' his Son! 2 "Christ be my first elect," he said, Then chose our souls in Christ our head, Before he gave the mountains birth, Or laid foundations for the earth. 3 Thus did eternal love begin To raise us up from death and sin; Our characters were then decreed, "Blameless in love, a holy seed." 4 Predestinated to be sons, Born by degrees, but chose at once; A new regenerated race To praise the glory of his grace. 5 With Christ our Lord we share our part In the affections of his heart, Nor shall our souls be thence remov'd Till he forgets his first belov'd. Hymn 1:55. Hesekiah's song; or, Sickness and recovery, Isa. 38.9 &c. 1 When we are rais'd from deep distress Our God deserves a song; We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave Are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the keys of death Commands them fast again. 3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse Our minds with slavish fears, "Our days are past, and we shall lose "The remnant of our years." 4 We chatter with a swallow's voice, Or like a dove we mourn, With bitterness instead of joys, Afflicted and forlorn. 5 Jehovah speaks the healing word, And no disease withstands; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, And fly at his commands. 6 If half the strings of life should break, He can our frame restore; He casts our sins behind his back, And they are found no more. Hymn 1:56. The song of Moses and the Lamb; or, Babylon falling, Rev. 15. 3. and chap. 16. 19. and 17. 6. 1 We sing the glories of thy love, We sound thy dreadful Name; The Christian church unites the songs Of Moses and the Lamb. 2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works Of vengeance and of grace! Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord, How just and true thy ways! 3 Who dares refuse to fear thy Name, Or worship at thy throne? Thy judgments speak thine holiness Thro' all the nations known. 4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth, Drunk with the martyrs' blood, Her crimes shall speedily awake The fury of our God. 5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd, And she must drink the dregs; Strong is the Lord her sovereign Judge, And shall fulfil the plagues. Hymn 1:57. Original sin; or, The first and second Adam, Rom. 5. 12. Psalm 51. 5. Job 11. 4. 1 Backward with humble shame we look On our original; How is our nature dash'd and broke In our first father's fall! 2 To all that's good averse and blind, But prone to all that's ill What dreadful darkness veils our mind! How obstinate our will! 3 [Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state!) Before we draw our breath, The first young pulse begins to beat Iniquity and death. 4 How strong in our degenerate blood The old corruption reigns, And, mingling with the crooked flood, Wanders thro' all our veins!] 5 Wild and unwholesome as the root Will all the branches be; How can we hope for living fruit From such a deadly tree? 6 What mortal power from things unclean Can pure productions bring? Who can command a vital stream From an infected spring?] 7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love Can make our nature clean, While Christ and grace prevail above The tempter, death, and sin. 8 The second Adam shall restore The ruins of the first, Hosanna to that sovereign power That new creates our dust. Hymn 1:58. The devil vanquished; or, Michael's war with the dragon, Rev. 12. 7. 1 Let mortal tongues attempt to sing The wars of heaven, when Michael stood Chief general of th' Eternal King, And fought the battles of our God. 2 Against the dragon and his host The armies of the Lord prevail: In vain they rage, in vain they boast, Their courage sinks, their weapons fail. 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump of triumph blown, And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. 4 Now is the hour of darkness past, Christ hath assum'd his reigning power; Behold the great accuser cast Down from the skies, to rise no more. 5 'Twas by thy blood immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word and powerful Name, They gain'd the battle and renown. 6 Rejoice, ye heavens; let every star Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war, Raise your Deliverer's name on high. Hymn 1:59. Babylon fallen, Rev. 18. 20 21. 1 In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone Lies, a fair type of Babylon ''Prophets, rejoice, and, all ye saints, "God shall avenge your long complaints." 2 He said, and dreadful as he stood, He sunk the milstone in the flood: "Thus terribly shall Babel fall; "Thus, and no more be found at all." Hymn 1:60. The virgin Mary's song; or, The promised Messiah born, Luke 1. 46 &c. 1 Our souls shall magnify the Lord, In God the Saviour we rejoice; While we repeat the Virgin's song, May the same spirit tune our voice. 2 [The Highest saw her low estate, And mighty things his hand hath done: His overshadowing power and grace Makes her the mother of his Son. 3 Let every nation call her bless'd, And endless years prolong her fame; But God alone must be ador'd; Holy and reverend is his Name.] 4 To those that fear and trust the Lord His mercy stands for ever sure: From age to age his promise lives, And the performance is secure. 5 He spake to Abr'am and his seed, "In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;" The memory of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breast. 6 But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn: Lo the desire of nations comes, Behold the promis'd seed is born. Hymn 1:61. Christ our high Priest and King, and Christ coming to judgment, Rev. 1. 5 6 7. 1 Now to the Lord that makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins, And wash'd us in his richest blood; 'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus our atoning priest, To Jesus our superior king, Be everlasting power confess'd, And every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move; Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once, Then he displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail While we rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord; nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay. Hymn 1:62. Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all the creation, Rev. 5. 11 12 13. 1 Come let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "To be exalted thus:" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred Name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Hymn 1:63. Christ's humiliation and exaltation, Rev. 5. 12. 1 What equal honours 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 that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side. 3 Power and dominion are his due, Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Tho' he was charg'd with madness here. 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss: To him ascribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross. 5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn: While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men: Let angels sound his sacred Name, And every creature say, Amen. Hymn 1:64. Adoption, 1 John 3. 1 &c. Gal. 4. 6. 1 Behold what wondrous grace The Father hath bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 'Tis no 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 great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, 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. Hymn 1:65. The kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms of our Lord; or, The day of judgment, Rev. 11. 15-18. 1 Let the seventh angel sound on high, Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 2 Almighty God, thy power assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come: Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain, For ever live, for ever reign. 3 The angry nations fret and roar, That they can slay the saints no more; On wings of vengeance flies our God To pay the long arrears of blood. 4 Now must the rising dead appear, Now the decisive sentence hear; Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward. Hymn 1:66. Christ the King at his table, Cant. (Transcriber's Note: Song of Solomon) 1. 2-5 12 13 17. 1 Let him embrace my soul, and prove Mine interest in his heavenly love: The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine," Exceeds the blessings of the vine. 2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came, And spreads the savour of thy name; That oil of gladness and of grace Draws virgin souls to meet thy face. 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms, My soul shall fly into thine arms, Our wandering feet thy favours bring To the fair chambers of the King. 4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice To speak thy praises and our joys: Our memory keeps this love of thine Beyond the taste of richest wine.] 5 Tho' in ourselves deform'd we are, And black as Kedar tent appear, Yet when we put thy beauties on, Fair as the courts of Solomon. 6 While at his table sits the King, He loves to see us smile and sing; Our graces are our best perfume, And breathe like spikenard round the room.] 7 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree, Such is a dying Christ to me; And while he makes my soul his guest, My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest. 8 [No beams of cedar or of fir Can with thy courts on earth compare; And here we wait until thy love Raise us to nobler seats above.] Hymn 1:67. Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd, Cant. 1.7. 1 Thou whom my soul admires above All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear shepherd, let me know, Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow? 2 Where is the shadow of that rock That from the son defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. 4 [The footsteps of thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood; Here to these hills my soul will come, To my beloved lead me home.] Hymn 1:68. The banquet of love, Cant. 2. 1 2 3 4 6 7. 1 Behold the Rose of Sharon here, The Lily which the vallies bear; Behold the Tree of Life, that gives Refreshing fruit and healing leaves. 2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine, Amongst wild gourds the noble vine; So in mine eyes my Saviour proves Amidst a thousand meaner loves. 3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat To shield me from the burning heat; Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast To feed my eyes and please my taste. 4 [Kindly he brought me to the place Where stands the banquet of his grace, He saw me faint, and o'er my head The banner of his love he spread. 5 With living bread and generous wine He cheers this sinking heart of mine; And opening his own heart to me, He shews his thoughts how kind they be.] 6 O never let my Lord depart, Lie down and rest upon my heart; I charge my sins not once to move Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love. Hymn 1:69. Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company, Cant. 2. 1-13. 1 The voice of my beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds, O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. 2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass He shews the beauties of his face. 3 Gently he draws my heart along Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away; "No mortal joys are worth thy stay. 4 "The Jewish wintery state is gone, "The mists are fled, the spring comes on, "The sacred turtle-dove we hear "Proclaim the new, the joyful year. 5 "Th' immortal vine of heavenly root "Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit:" Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our souls rejoice and bless the vine. 6 And when we hear our Jesus say, "Rise up, my love, make haste away!" Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind. Hymn 1:70. Christ inviting, and the church answering the invitation, Cant. 2. 14 16 17. 1 [Hark, the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his favourites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks, and calls us out: 2 "My dove, who hidest in the rock, "Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, "Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, "And let thy voice delight mine ear. 3 "Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; "My graces in thy countenance meet; "Tho' the vain world thy face despise, "'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes." 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thine invitation gives: 'To thee our joyful lips shall raise The voice of prayer, and of praise.] 5 [I am my Love's, and he is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join: Nor let a motion, nor a word, Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord. 6 My soul to pastures fair he leads, Amongst the lilies where he feeds; Amongst the saints (whose robes are white, Wash'd in his blood) is his delight. 7 Till the day break, and shadows flee, Till the sweet dawning light I see, Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my soul in darkness mourn. 8 Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin; Nor guilt, nor unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour from my side.] Hymn 1:71. Christ found in the street, and brought to the church, Cant. 3. 1-5. 1 Often I seek my Lord by night, Jesus, my love, my soul's delight; With warm desire and restless thought I seek him oft, but find him not. 2 Then I arise, and search the street Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet; I ask the watchmen of the night, "Where did you see my soul's delight?" 3 Sometimes I find him in the way, Directed by a heavenly ray; I leap for joy to see his face, And hold him fast in mine embrace. 4 [I bring him to my mother's home, Nor does my Lord refuse to come, To Sion's sacred chambers, where My soul first drew the vital air. 5 He gives me there his bleeding heart, Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart; I give my soul to him, and there Our loves their mutual tokens share.] 6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys, Approach not to disturb my joys; Nor sin, nor hell come near my heart, Nor cause my Saviour to depart. Hymn 1:72. The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church, Cant. 3. 2. 1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold The crown of honour and of gold, Which the glad church with joys unknown Plac'd on the head of Solomon. 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring, Accept the well-deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 3 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay, Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 5 Each following minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Till we are rais'd to sing thy Name At the great supper of the Lamb. 6 O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day! The King of Grace shall fill the throne With all his Father's glories on. Hymn 1:73. The church's beauty in the eyes of Christ, Cant. 4. 1 10 11 7 9 8. 1 Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in every word, "Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries, "Not the young doves have sweeter eyes. 2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice "Salutes mine ear with secret joys, "No spice so much delights the smell, "Nor milk nor honey taste so well.] 3 "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me, "I will behold no spot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms! 4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are, He makes us white, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heavenly dress, His graces and his righteousness. 5 "My sister, and my spouse," he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties, "Thy powerful love my heart detains "In strong delight and pleasing chains." 6 He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wild world of beasts and men, To Sion where his glories are; Not Lebanon is half so fair. 7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains Shall hold my feet, or force my stay, When Christ invites my soul away. Hymn 1:74. The church the garden of Christ, Cant. 4. 12 14 15, and 5. 1. 1 We are a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'd by grace, Out of the world's wide wilderness. 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Sion flow To make the young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine, descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our best spices flow abroad To entertain our Saviour God: And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. 5 [Let my beloved come, and taste His pleasant fruits at his own feast: "I come, my spouse, I come," he cries, With love and pleasure in his eyes. 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 7 "Eat of the tree of life, my friends, "The blessings that my Father sends; "Your taste shall all my dainties prove, "And drink abundance of my love." 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord: But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can give.] Hymn 1:75. The description of Christ the beloved, Cant. 5. 9-12 14 15 16. 1 The wondering world enquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: "What are his charms," say they, "above "The objects of a mortal love!" 2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight, Shews a sweet mixture red and white: All human beauties, all divine, In my beloved meet and shine, 3 White is his soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood he shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs: A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 [His head the finest gold excels, There wisdom in perfection dwells; And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 Compassions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound; His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.] 6 [His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command His legs like marble pillars stand.] 8 [His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle temper'd with the dove: No more shall trickling sorrows roll Thro' those dear windows of his soul. 9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.] 10 All over glorious is my Lord, Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd: His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too. Hymn 1:76. Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth, Cant. 6. 1 2 3 12. 1 When strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell; Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown But he descends, and shews his face In the young gardens of his grace. 3 [In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies shew their spotless heads. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor hell shall make us part.] 5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shews me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heavenly rapture can describe. 6 O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove To dwell for ever with my love.] Hymn 1:77. The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, and provisions for her, Cant. 7. 5 6 9 12 13. 1 Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight; "My love how pleasant for delight!" 2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heavenly grace in every word: From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. 3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And makes our cold affections flame. 4 These are the joys he lets us know In fields and villages below, Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above. 5 In Paradise within the gates An higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more. Hymn 1:78. The strength of Christ's love, and the soul's jealousy of her own, Cant. 8. 5 6 7 13 14. 1 [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And press'd with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans. 2 This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.] 3 "O let my name engraven stand, "Both on thy heart and on thy hand: "Seal me upon thine arm; and wear "That pledge of love for ever there. 4 "Stronger than death thy love is known, "Which floods of wrath could never drown; "And hell and earth in vain combine "To quench a fire so much divine. 5 "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; "Then let thy name be well impress'd As a fair signet on my breast. 6 "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, "Where fears and doubts can never come, "Thy count'nance let me often see, "And often thou shalt hear from me. 7 "Come, my beloved, haste away, "Cut short the hours of thy delay, "Fly like a youthful hart or roe "Over the hills where spices grow." Hymn 1:79. A morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25. 1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And, like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey thro' the skies; 2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3 O like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way. 4 [But I shall rove and lose the race, If God my sun should disappear, And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow every wandering star. 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.] 6 Give me thy counsels for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compar'd to this. Hymn 1:80. An evening hymn, Psalm 4. 8. and 3. 5 6. and 143. 8. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things, My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. 5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Hymn 1:81. A song for morning or evening, Lam. 3. 23. Isa. 45. 7. 1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Hymn 1:82. God far above creatures; or, Man vain and mortal, Job 4. 77-21. 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; Their natures, when compar'd with his Are neither holy, just nor wise. 3 But how much meaner things are they Who spring from dust and dwell in clay! Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath, We faint and vanish like the moth. 4 From night to day, from day to night, We die by thousands in thy sight; Bury'd in dust whole nations lie Like a forgotten vanity. 5 Almighty power, to thee we bow; How frail are we, how glorious thou! No more the sons of earth shall dare With an eternal God compare. Hymn 1:83. Afflictions and death under providence, Job 5. 6 7 8. 1 Not from the dust affliction grows, Nor troubles rise by chance; Yet we are born to care and woes, A sad inheritance. 2 As sparks break out from 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 grace; He rules me by his well-known laws Of love and righteousness. 4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore Shall spoil my future peace, For death and hell can do no more Than what my Father please. Hymn 1:84. Salvation, righteousness, and strength in Christ, Isa. 45. 21 25. 1 Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear, Let all the earth rejoice and fear, While God's eternal Son proclaims His sovereign honours and his names: 2 "I am the last, and I the first, "The Saviour God, and God the just; "There's none beside pretends to shew "Such justice and salvation too. 3 "[Ye that in shades of darkness dwell, "Just on the verge of death and hell, "Look up to me from distant lands, "Light, life and heaven are in my hands. 4 "I by my holy Name have sworn, "Nor shall the word in vain return, "To me shall all things bend the knee, "And every tongue shall swear to me.] 5 "In me alone shall men confess "Lies all their strength and righteousness; "But such as dare despise my Name, "I'll clothe them with eternal shame. 6 "In me the Lord, shall all the seed "Of Israel from their sins be freed, "And by their shining graces prove "Their interest in my pardoning love." Hymn 1:85. The same. 1 The Lord on high proclaims His Godhead from his throne; "Mercy and justice are the names "By which I will be known. 2 "Ye dying souls that sit "In darkness and distress, "Look from the borders of the pit "To my recovering grace." 3 Sinners shall hear the sound; Their thankful tongues shall own, "Our righteousness and strength is found "In thee, the Lord, alone." 4 In thee shall Israel trust, And see their guilt forgiven; God will pronounce the sinners just, And take the saints to heaven. Hymn 1:86. God holy, just, and sovereign. Job 9. 2-10. 1 How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God? If he contend in righteousness We fall beneath his rod. 2 To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence; Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence. 3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker's hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal war? 4 [Mountains by his almighty wrath From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. 5 He bids the sun forbear to rise, Th' obedient sun forbears: His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. 6 He walks upon the stormy sea Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wondrous way, Or his dark footsteps find.] Hymn 1:87. God dwells with the humble and penitent, Isa. 57. 15 16. 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. 4 "When I contend against their sin "I make them know how vile they've been; "But should my wrath for ever smoke, "Their souls would sink beneath my stroke."] 5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair, and die! Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chastening love. Hymn 1:88. Life the day of grace and hope. Eccles. 9. 4 3 6 10. 1 Life is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return. 2 [Life is the hour that God has given To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven, The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.] 3 The living know that they must die, But all the dead forgotten lie, Their memory and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. 4 [Their hatred and their love is lost, Their envy bury'd in the dust; They have no share in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the sun.] 5 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue, Since no device, nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope beneath the ground. 6 There are no acts of pardon past In the cold grave to which we haste, But darkness, death, and long despair Reign in eternal silence there. Hymn 1:89. Youth and judgment, Eccles. 11. 9. 1 Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delight your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire. 2 Pursue the pleasures ye design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine, Enjoy the day of mirth; but know There is a day of judgment too. 3 God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. 4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror thro': How will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injur'd grace? 5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Hymn 1:90. The same. 1 Lo the young tribes of Adam rise, And thro' all nature rove, Fulfil the wishes of their eyes, And taste the joys they love. 2 They give a loose to wild desires, But let the sinners know, The strict account that God requires Of all the works they do. 3 The Judge prepares his throne on high, The frighted earth and seas Avoid the fury of his eye, And flee before his face. 4 How shall I bear that dreadful day, And stand the fiery test? I give all mortal joys away To be for ever blest. Hymn 1:91. Advice to youth; or, Old age and death in an unconverted state, Eccles. 12. 1 7. Isa. 65. 20. 1 Now in the heat of youthful blood Remember your Creator God, Behold the months come hastening on When you shall say, "My joys are gone." 2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. 3 The dust returns to dust again, The soul in agonies of pain Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 4 Eternal King! I fear thy Name, Teach me to know how frail I am; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. Hymn 1:92. Christ the wisdom of God, Prov. 8. 1 22-32. 1 Shall wisdom cry aloud And not her speech be heard? The voice of God's eternal word, Deserves it no regard? 2 "I was his chief delight, "His everlasting Son, "Before the first of all his works, "Creation, was begun. 3 ["Before the flying clouds, "Before the solid land, "Before the fields, before the floods, "I dwelt at his right hand. 4 "When he adorn'd the skies, "And built them I was there "To order where the sun should rise, "And marshal every star. 5 "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.] 6 "Upon the empty air The earth was balanc'd well; "With joy I saw the mansion where "The sons of men should dwell. 7 "My busy thoughts at first "On their salvation ran, "Ere sin was born, or Adam's dust "Was fashioned to a man. 8 "Then come, receive my grace, "Ye children, and be wise; "Happy the man that keeps my ways; "The man that shuns them dies." Hymn 1:93. Christ, or wisdom, obeyed or resisted, Prov. 8. 31 35 36. 1 Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord, "Bless'd is the man that 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 heavenly gain; "Immortal life is his reward, "Life, and the favour of the Lord. 3 "But the vile wretch that flies from me "Doth his own soul an injury; Fools that against my grace rebel "Seek death, and love the road to hell." Hymn 1:94. Justification by faith, not by works; or, The law condemns, grace justifies, Rom. 3. 19-22. 1 Vain are the hopes the sons of men On their own works have built; Their hearts by nature all unclean, And all their actions guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths Without a murmuring word, And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord. 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now, Since to convince and to condemn Is all the law can do. 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace, When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness That makes the sinner just. Hymn 1:95. Regeneration, John 1. 13. and 3. 3 &c. 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 sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace; Born in the image of his Son, A new peculiar race. 3 The Spirit like some heavenly wind Blows on the sons of flesh, New models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise From the long sleep of death; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. Hymn 1:96. Election excludes boasting, 1 Cor. 1. 26-31. 1 But few among the carnal wise, But few of noble race, Obtain the favour of thine eyes, Almighty King of Grace. 2 He takes the men of meanest name For sons and heirs of God; And thus he pours abundant shame On honourable blood. 3 He calls the fool, and makes him know The mysteries of his grace, To bring aspiring wisdom low, And all its pride abase. 4 Nature has all its glories lost When brought before his throne; No flesh shall in his presence boast But in the Lord alone. Hymn 1:97. Christ our wisdom, righteousness, &c. 1 Cor. 1. 30. 1 Bury'd 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. 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears Till his atoning blood appears, Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness." 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. Hymn 1:98. The same. 1 How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light, Over our souls arise! 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven But, in his righteousness array'd, We see our sins forgiven. 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace. 4 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 5 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. Hymn 1:99. Stones made children of Abraham; or, Grace not conveyed by religious parents, Matt. 3. 9. 1 Vain are the hopes that rebels place Upon their birth and blood, Descended from a pious race; (Their fathers now with God.) 2 He from the caves of earth and hell Can take the hardest stones, And fill the house of Abra'm well With new-created sons. 3 Such wondrous power doth he possess Who form'd our mortal frame, Who call'd the world from emptiness, The world obey'd and came. Hymn 1:100. Believe and be saved, John 3. 16 17 18. 1 Not to condemn the sons of men Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 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 Saviour's word, Trust in his mighty name and live; A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. 4 But vengeance and damnation lies On rebels who refuse the grace; Who God's eternal Son despise The hottest hell shall be their place. Hymn 1:101. Joy in heaven for a repenting sinner, Luke 15. 7-10. 1 Who can describe the joys that rise Thro' all the courts of Paradise To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born? 2 With joy the Father 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 form'd anew; And saints and angels join to sing The growing empire of their King. Hymn 1:102. The beatitudes, Matt. 5. 3-12. 1 [Bless'd are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.] 2 [Bless'd 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 [Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.] 4 [Bless'd are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness, They shall be well supply'd and fed, With living streams and living bread.] 5 [Bless'd are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again.] 6 [Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling powers of sin, With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.] 7 [Bless'd are the men of peaceful life Who quench the coals of growing strife, They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.] 8 [Bless'd are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward.] Hymn 1:103. Not ashamed of the gospel, C Tim. 1. 12. 1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God, I know his Name, His Name is all my trust, Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. Hymn 1:104. A state of nature and of grace, 1 Cor. 6. 10 11. 1 Not the malicious or profane, The wanton or the proud, Nor thieves, nor slanderers shall obtain The kingdom of our God. 2 Surprising grace! and such were we By nature and by sin, Heirs of immortal misery, Unholy and unclean. 3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood, We're pardon'd thro' his Name; And the good Spirit of our God Has sanctify'd our frame. 4 O for a persevering power To keep thy just commands! We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands. Hymn 1:105. Heaven invisible and holy, 1 Cor. 2. 9 10. Rev. 21. 27. 1 Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard, Nor sense nor reason known What joys the Father hath prepar'd For those that love the Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come: The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home. 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates for ever bar Pollution, sin, and shame; None shall obtain admittance there But followers of the Lamb. 5 He keeps the Father's book of life, There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavenly ground. Hymn 1:106. Dead to sin by the cross of Christ, Rom. 6. 1 2 6. 1 Shall we go on to sin Because thy grace abounds, Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds? 2 Forbid it, mighty God, Nor let it e'er be said That we whose sins are crucify'd Should raise them from the dead. 3 We will be slaves no more, Since Christ has made us free, Has nail'd our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty. Hymn 1:107. The fall and recovery of man; or, Christ and Satan at enmity, Gen. 3 1 15 17 Gal. 4. 4. Col. 2. 15. 1 Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell Adam our head, our father fell, When Satan in the serpent hid Propos'd the fruit that God forbid. 2 Death was the threatening; death began To take possession of the man; His unborn race receiv'd the wound, And heavy curses smote the ground. 3 But Satan found a worse reward; Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord, "Let everlasting hatred be "Betwixt the woman's seed and thee. 4 "The woman's seed shall be my Son, He shall destroy what thou hast done, "Shall break thy head, and only feel "Thy malice raging at his heel." 5 [He spake; and bid four thousand years Roll on;--at length his Son appears; Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth. 6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; But, as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, He gave their prince a fatal blow, And triumph'd o'er the powers below.] Hymn 1:108. Christ unseen and beloved, 1 Pet. 1. 8. 1 Not with our mortal eyes Have we beheld the Lord, Yet we rejoice to hear his Name, And 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 we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow Unspeakable, like those above, And heaven begins below. Hymn 1:109. The value of Christ and his righteousness, Phil. 3. 7 8 9. 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. 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can answer thy demands By pleading what my Lord has done. Hymn 1:110. Death and immediate glory, 2 Cor. 5. 1 5-8. 1 There is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high: And here my spirit waiting stands Till God shall bid it fly. 2 Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolv'd and fall, Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he by his almighty grace That forms thee fit for heaven, And as an earnest of the place, Has 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 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee. Hymn 1:111. Salvation by grace, Titus 3. 3-7. 1 [Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. 2 But O, my soul, for ever praise, For ever love his Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin, and shame.] 3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are sav'd by sovereign grace Abounding thro' his Son.] 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood Our souls are wash'd from sin. 5 'Tis thro' the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. 6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew; And justify'd by grace We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. Hymn 1:112. The brazen serpent; or, Looking to Jesus, John 3. 14 15 16. 1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high, The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die. 2 "Look upward in the dying hour, And live," the prophet cries; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When Faith lifts up her eyes. 3 High on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heavens he reigns: Here sinners by th' old serpent stung Look, and forget their pains. 4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives, The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives. Hymn 1:113. Abraham's blessings on the Gentiles, Gen. 17. 7. Rom. 15. 8. Mark 10. 14. 1 How large the promise! how divine, To Abra'am and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee and thine, "Supplying all their need." 2 The words of his extensive love From age to age endure; The angel of the covenant proves, And seals the blessing sure. 3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms To our great fathers given; He takes young children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heaven. 4 Our God, how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same; Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out the children's name. Hymn 1:114. The same, Rom. 11. 16 17. 1 Gentiles by nature we belong To the wild olive wood; Grace took us from the barren tree, And grafts us in the good. 2 With the same blessings grace endows The Gentile and the Jew; If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too. 3 Then let the children of the saints Be dedicate to God; Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, And wash them in thy blood. 4 Thus to the parents and their seed Shall thy salvation come, And numerous households meet at last In one eternal home. Hymn 1:115. Conviction of sin by the law, Rom. 7. 8 9 14 24. 1 Lord, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread! I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright, But since the precept came With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am. 3 [My guilt appear'd but small before, Till terribly I saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Was thine eternal law. 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load, My sins reviv'd again, I had provok'd a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain.] 5 I'm like a helpless captive sold Under the power of sin; I cannot do the good I would, Nor keep my conscience clean. 6 My God, I cry with every breath For some kind power to save, To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave. Hymn 1:116. Love to God and our neighbour, Matt. 22. 37-40. 1 Thus saith the first, the great command, "Let all thy inward powers unite "To love thy Maker and thy God, "With utmost vigour and delight. 2 "Then shall thy neighbour next in place "Share thine affections and esteem, "And let thy kindness to thyself "Measure and rule thy love to him." 3 This is the sense that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove, For want of this the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfill'd by love. 4 But O! how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. Hymn 1:117. Election sovereign and free, Rom. 9. 21 22 23 20. 1 Behold the potter and the clay, He forms his vessels as he please: Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his high decrees. 2 [Doth not the workman's power extend O'er all the mass, which part to choose, And mould it for a nobler end, And which to leave for viler use?] 3 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? 4 [What if to make his terror known He lets his patience long endure, Suffering vile rebels to go on And seal their own destruction sure! 5 What if he means to shew his grace, And his electing love employs To mark out some of mortal race, And form them fit for heavenly joys!] 6 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? 7 But, O my soul, if truths so bright Should dazzle and confound thy sight Yet still his written will obey, And wait the great decisive day. 8 Then shall he make his justice known, And the whole world before his throne With joy or terror shall confess The glory of his righteousness. Hymn 1:118. Moses and Christ; or, Sins against the law and gospel, John 1. 17. Heb. 3. 3 5 6 and 10. 28 29. 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 different works were done; Moses a faithful servant stood, But Christ a faithful Son. 3 Then to his new commands Be strict obedience paid; O'er all his Father's house he stands The sovereign and the head. 4 The man that durst despise The law that Moses brought, Behold! how terribly he dies For his presumptuous fault. 5 But sorer vengeance falls On that rebellious race, Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, And dare resist his grace. Hymn 1:119. 'The different success of the gospel, 1 Cor. 1. 23 24. 2 Cor. 2. 16. 1 Cor. 3. 6 7. 1 Christ and his cross is all our theme; The mysteries 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, power, and love Shines in their dying Lord. 3 The vital savour of his Name Restores their fainting breath; But unbelief perverts the same To guilt, despair, and death. 4 Till God diffuse his graces down, Like showers of heavenly rain, In vain Apollos sows the ground, And Paul may plant in vain. Hymn 1:120. Faith of things unseen, Heb. 11. 1 3 8 10. 1 Faith is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight, Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense, And dwells in heavenly light. 2 It sets times past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come. 3 By faith we know the worlds were made By God's almighty word; Abra'm to unknown countries led, By faith obey'd the Lord. 4 He sought a city fair and high, Built by th' eternal hands; And faith assures us, tho' we die, That heavenly building stands. Hymn 1:121. Children devoted to God, Gen. 17. 7 10. Acts 16. 14 15 33. (For those who practise infant Baptism.) 1 Thus saith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee; "I'll bless thy numerous race, and they "Shall be a seed for me." 2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace, And gave his sons to God; But water seals the blessing now, That once was seal'd with blood. 3 Thus Lydia sanctify'd her house When she receiv'd the word; Thus the believing jailor gave His household to the Lord. 4 Thus later saints, eternal King, Thine ancient truth embrace; To thee their infant-offspring bring, And humbly claim the grace. Hymn 1:122. Believers buried with Christ in baptism, Rom. 6. 3 &c. 1 Do we not know that solemn word, That we are bury'd with the Lord, Baptis'd into his death, and then Put off the body of our sin? 2 Our souls receive diviner breath, Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death; So from the grave did Christ arise, 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. Hymn 1:123. The repenting prodigal, Luke 15. 13 &c. 1 Behold the wretch whose lust and wine Had wasted his estate, He begs a share among the swine, To taste the husks they eat! 2 "I die with hunger here (he cries) "I starve in foreign lands, "My father's house has large supplies, "And bounteous are his hands. 3 "I'll go, and with a mournful tongue "Fall down before his face, "Father, I've done thy justice wrong, "Nor can deserve thy grace." 4 He said, and hasten'd to his home, To seek his father's love; The father saw the rebel come, And all his bowels move. 5 He ran, and fell upon his neck, Embrac'd and kiss'd his son; The rebel's heart with sorrow brake For follies he had done. 6 "Take off his clothes of shame and sin," (The father gives command) "Dress him in garments white and clean, "With rings adorn his hand. 7 "A day of feasting I ordain, "Let mirth and joy abound; "My son was dead, and lives again, "Was lost, and now is found." Hymn 1:124. The first and second Adam, Rom. 5. 12 &c. 1 Deep in the dust before thy throne Our guilt and our disgrace we own; Great God, we own th' unhappy name Whence sprang our nature and our shame. 2 Adam, the sinner: At his fall Death like a conqueror seiz'd us all; A thousand new-born babes are dead By fatal union to their head. 3 But whilst our spirits fill'd with awe Behold the terrors of thy law, We sing the honours of thy grace, That sent to save our ruin'd race. 4 We sing thine everlasting Son, Who join'd our nature to his own; Adam the second, from the dust Raises the ruins of the first. 5 [By the rebellion of one man Thro' all his seed the mischief ran; And by one man's obedience now Are all his seed made righteous too.] 6 Where sin did reign, and death abound, There have the sons of Adam found Abounding life; there glorious grace Reigns thro' the Lord our righteousness. Hymn 1:125. Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted, Heb. 4. 15 16. and 5. 7. Matt. 12. 20. 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts he bore, And did resist to blood. 4 He in the days of feeble flesh Pour'd out his cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 5 [He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.] 6 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power, We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour. Hymn 1:126. Charity and uncharitableness, Rom. 14. 17 19. 1 Cor. 10. 32. 1 Not different food, or different dress Compose the kingdom of our Lord, But peace and joy and righteousness, Faith and obedience to his word. 2 When weaker Christians we despise We do the gospel mighty wrong, For God the gracious and the wise Receives the feeble with the strong. 3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence, Meekness and love our souls pursue; Nor shall our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile or the Jew. Hymn 1:127. Christ's invitation to sinners; or, Humility and pride, Matt. 11. 28 29 30. 1 "Come hither, all ye weary souls, "Ye heavy laden sinners, come, "I'll give you rest from all your toils, "And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 "They shall find rest that 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 "Blest 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." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith and hope and humble zeal Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Hymn 1:128. The Apostles' commission; or, The gospel attested by miracles, Mark 16. 15 &c. Matt. 28. 18 &c. 1 "Go preach my gospel, (saith the Lord,) "Bid the whole earth my grace receive; "He shall be sav'd that trusts my word, "He shall be damn'd that won't believe. 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 "Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, "Go cast out devils in my name; "Nor let my prophets be afraid, "Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme.] 4 "Teach all the nations my commands, "I'm with you till the world shall end; "All power is trusted to my hands, "I can destroy, and I defend." He spake, and light shone round his head, On a bright cloud to heaven he rode; They to the farthest nations spread The grace of their ascended God. Hymn 1:129. Submission and deliverance; or, Abraham offering his son, Gen. 22. 6 &c. 1 Saints, at your Father's heavenly word Give up your comforts to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abraham with obedient hand, Led forth his son at God's command, The wood, the fire, the knife he took, His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. 3 "Abraham, forbear, (the angel cry'd) "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd, "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 delivering power; The mount of danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace. Hymn 1:130. Love and hatred, Phil. 2. 2. Eph. 4. 30 &c. 1 Now by the bowels of my God, His sharp distress, his sore complaints, By his last groans, his dying blood, I charge my soul to love the saints. 2 Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone, Envy and spite for ever cease, Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the saints, the sons of peace. 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove, Flies from the realms of noise and strife; Why should we vex and grieve his love, Who seals our souls to heavenly life? 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts, Thro' all our lives let mercy run; So God forgives our numerous faults For the clear sake of Christ his Son. Hymn 1:131. The Pharisee and the Publican, Luke 18. 10 &c. 1 Behold how sinners disagree, The Publican and Pharisee! One doth his righteousness proclaim, The other owns his guilt and shame. 2 This man at humble distance stands, And cries for grace with lifted hands; That boldly rises near the throne, And talks of duties he has done. 3 The Lord their different language knows, And different answers he bestows; The humble soul with grace he crowns, Whilst on the proud his anger frowns. 4 Dear Father, let me never be Join'd with the boasting Pharisee; I have no merits of my own, But plead the sufferings of thy Son. Hymn 1:132. Holiness and grace, Titus 2. 10-13. 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 honours of our saviour God; When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd, Passion and envy, lust and pride; While justice, temperance, truth and love Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. Hymn 1:133. Love and charity, 1 Cor. 13. 2-7 13. 1 Let Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare, All their religion is a dream If love be wanting there. 2 Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provok'd in haste; She lets the present injury die, And long forgets the past. 3 [Malice and rage, those fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill, Tho' she endure the wrong.] 4 [She nor desires nor seeks to know The scandals of the time; Nor looks with pride on those below, Nor envies those that climb.] 5 She lays her own advantage by To seek her neighbour's good; So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our lives with blood. 6 Love is the grace that keeps her power In all the realms above; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints for ever love. Hymn 1:134. Religion vain without love, 1 Cor. 13. 1 2 3. 1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech that 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 heaven and hell, Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the bowels of the poor, 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 work of love can e'er fulfil. Hymn 1:135. The love of Christ shed abroad in the heart, Eph. 3. 16 &c. 1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be exprest. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of thine unmeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honours done By all the church, thro' Christ his Son. Hymn 1:136. Sincerity and hypocrisy; or, Formality in worship, John 4. 24. Psalm 139. 23 24. 1 God is a spirit just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heaven we raise our cries And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne, With honour can appear, The painted hypocrites are known Thro' 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. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Hymn 1:137. Salvation by grace in Christ, 2 Tim. 1. 9 10. 1 Now to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honours given, He saves from hell, (we bless his Name) He calls our wandering feet to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abounding grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. 3 '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. 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down. 5 He dies; and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; Rising he brought our heaven to light, And took possession of the joy. Hymn 1:138. Saints in the hands of Christ, John 10. 28 29. 1 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, My Lord, my hope, my trust; If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er be lost. 2 His honour is engag'd to save The meanest of his sheep, All that his heavenly Father gave His hands securely keep. 3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove His favourites from his breast; In the dear bosom of his love They must for ever rest. Hymn 1:139. Hope in the covenant; or, God's promise and truth unchangeable, Heb. 6. 17 18 19. 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 power performs the word, And fills all heaven with endless praise. 3 Amidst temptations sharp and long My soul to this dear refuge flies: Hope is my anchor firm and strong, While tempests blow, and billows rise. 4 The gospel bears my spirits up; A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation for my hope In oaths, and promises, and blood. Hymn 1:140. A living and a dead faith. Collected from several scriptures. 1 Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies airy flights, If faith be cold and dead, None but a living power unites To Christ the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power; This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. 5 [Faith must obey her Father's will As well as trust his grace; A pardoning God is jealous still For his own holiness. 6 When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our natures clean, Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin. 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God; Jesus, and his salvation, came By water and by blood.] Hymn 1:141. The humiliation and exaltation of Christ, Isa. 53. 1-5 10 11 12. 1 Who has believ'd thy word, Or thy salvation known? Reveal thine arm, almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son. 2 The Jews esteem'd him here Too mean for their belief: Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion, grief. 3 They turn'd their eyes away, And treated him with scorn; But 'twas their grief upon him lay, Their sorrows he has borne. 4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles then unknown, The God of justice pleas'd to bruise His best beloved Son. 5 "But I'll prolong his days, "And make his kingdom stand, "My pleasure, (saith the God of grace) "Shall prosper in his hand. 6 ["His joyful soul shall see "The purchase of his pain, "And by his knowledge justify "The guilty sons of men.] 7 ["Ten thousand captive slaves, "Releas'd from death and sin, "Shall quit their prisons and their graves; "And own his power divine.] 8 ["Heaven shall advance my Son "To joys that earth deny'd; "Who saw the follies men had done, "And bore their sins, and dy'd."] Hymn 1:142. The same, Isa. 53. 6-9 12. 1 Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God, Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings 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 honour and his breath Were taken both away; Join'd with the wicked in his death, And made as vile as they. 5 But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed 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 honours long." Hymn 1:143. Characters of the children of God, from several scriptures. 1 So new born babes desire the breast To feed, and grow, and thrive: So saints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gospel live. 2 [With inward gust their heart approves All that the word relates; They love the men their Father loves, And hate the works he hates.] 3 [Not all the flattering baits on earth Can make them slaves to lust; They can't forget their heavenly birth, Nor grovel in the dust. 4 Not all the chains that tyrants use Shall bind their souls to vice; Faith like a conqueror can produce A thousand victories.] 5 [Grace like an uncorrupting seed Abides and reigns within; Immortal principles forbid The sons of God to sin.] 6 [Not by the terrors of a slave Do they perform his will, But with the noblest powers they have His sweet commands fulfil.] 7 They find access at every hour, To God within the veil; Hence they derive a quickening power, And joys that never fail. 8 O happy souls! O glorious state Of overflowing grace! To dwell so near their Father's seat, And see his lovely face. 9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne; Call me a child of thine, Send down the Spirit of thy Son To form my heart divine. 10 There shed thy choicest loves abroad, And make my comforts strong: Then shall I say, "My Father God," With an unwavering tongue. Hymn 1:144. The witnessing and sealing Spirit, Rom. 8. 14 16. Eph. 1. 13 14. 1 Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew 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. Hymn 1:145. Christ and Aaron. Taken from Heb. 7. and 9. 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 They first their own burnt-offerings brought To purge themselves from sin; Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean. 3 [Fresh blood as constant as the day Was on their altar spilt; But thy one offering takes away For ever all our guilt.] 4 [Their priesthood ran thro' several hands. For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands Eternal as thy days.] 5 [Once in the circuit of a year With blood, but not his own, Aaron within the veil appears Before the golden throne; 6 But Christ by his own powerful blood Ascends above the skies, And in the presence of our God Shews his own sacrifice.] 7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns On Sion's heavenly hill, Looks like a lamb that has been slain, And wears his priesthood still. 8 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's face; Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, Nor doubt the Father's grace. Hymn 1:146. Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate things, in scripture. 1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet, See in his face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 [The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord: Nature to make his beauties known Must mingle colours not her own.] 3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed; That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.] 4 [Is he a tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves; That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.] 5 [Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields: Or if the lily he assume, The vallies bless the rich perfume.] 6 [Is he a vine? His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the vine: 7 [Is he the head? Each member lives, And owns the vital powers he gives; The saints below, and saints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his love.] 8 [Is he a fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too.] 9 [Is he a fire? he'll purge my dross, But the true gold sustains no loss; Like a refiner shall he sit, And tread the refuse with his feet.] 10 [Is he a rock? How firm he proves! The rock of ages never moves; Yet the sweet streams that from him flow Attend us all the desert thro'.] 11 [Is he a way? He leads to God, The path is drawn in lines of blood; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at Sion's hill.] 12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in Behold the pastures large and green, A paradise divinely fair, None but the sheep have freedom there.] 13 [Is he design'd a corner-stone, For men to build their heaven upon? I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below.] 14 [Is he a temple? I adore Th'indwelling majesty and power; And still to this most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.] 15 [Is he a star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning-star.] 16 [Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy, and righteousness; Nations rejoice when he appears To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. 17 O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! There he displays his powers abroad, And shines, and reigns th'incarnate God.] 18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heaven his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face. Hymn 1:147. The names and titles of Christ, from several scriptures. 1 ['Tis from the treasures of his word I borrow titles for my Lord? Nor art, nor nature can supply Sufficient forms of majesty. 2 Bright image of the Father's face, Shining with undiminish'd rays; Th' eternal God's eternal Son, The heir, and partner of his throne.] 3 The King of kings, the Lord most high, Writes his own Name upon his thigh: He wears a garment dipt in blood, And breaks the nations with his rod. 4 Where grace can neither melt nor move The Lamb resents his injur'd love, Awakes his wrath without delay, And Judah's Lion tears the prey. 5 But when for works of peace he comes, What winning titles he assumes! "Light of the World, and Life of Men;" Nor bears those characters in vain. 6 With tender pity in his heart He acts the Mediator's part; A friend and brother he appears, And well fulfils the names he wears. 7 At length the Judge his throne ascends, Divides the rebels from his friends, And saints in full fruition prove His rich variety of love. Hymn 1:148. As the 148th Psalm. The same. 1 [With cheerful voice I sing The titles of my Lord, And borrow all the names Of honour from his word: Nature and art Can ne'er supply Sufficient forms Of majesty. 2 In Jesus we behold His Father's glorious face, Shining for ever bright With mild and lovely rays: Th' eternal God's Eternal Son Inherits and Partakes the throne.] 3 The sovereign King of kings, The Lord of lords most high, Writes his own name upon His garment and his thigh: His Name is call'd "The Word of God;" He rules the earth With iron rod. 4 Where promises and grace Can neither melt nor move, The angry Lamb resents The injuries of his love; Awakes his wrath Without delay, As lions roar And tear the prey. 5 But when for works of peace The great Redeemer comes, What gentle characters, What titles he assumes! "Light of the world, "And Life of men" Nor will he bear Those names in vain. 6 Immense compassion reigns In our Immanuel's heart, When he descends to act A Mediator's part: He is a friend And brother too Divinely kind, Divinely true. 7 At length the Lord the Judge His awful throne ascends, And drives the rebels far From favourites and friends: Then shall the saints Completely prove The heights and depths Of all his love. Hymn 1:149. The offices of Christ, from several scriptures. 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 Immanuel's glory forth. 2 But O what condescending ways He takes to teach his heavenly grace! My eyes with joy and wonder see What forms of love he bears for me. 3 [The "Angel of the covenant" stands With his commission in his hands, Sent from his Father's milder throne, To make the great Salvation known.] 4 Great Prophet let me bless thy Name; By thee the joyful tidings came, Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven, Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heaven.] 5 [My bright Example, and my Guide, I would be walking near thy side; O let me never run astray, Nor follow the forbidden way!] 6 [I love my Shepherd, he shall keep My wandering soul among his sheep: He feeds his flock, he calls their names, And in his bosom bears the lambs.] 7 [My surety undertakes my cause, Answering his Father's broken laws; Behold my soul at freedom set; My surety paid the dreadful debt.] 8 [Jesus, my great High Priest has dy'd, I seek no sacrifice beside; His blood did once for all atone, And now it pleads before the throne.] 9 [My advocate appears on high, The Father lays his thunder by; Not all that earth or hell can say, Shall turn my Father's heart away.] 10 [My Lord, my Conqu'ror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing; Thine is the victory, and I sit A joyful subject at thy feet.] 11 [Aspire my soul, to glorious deeds, The "Captain of salvation" leads; March on, nor fear to win the day, Tho' death and hell obstruct the way. 12 Should death and hell, and powers unknown Put all their forms of mischief on, I shall be safe; for Christ displays Salvation in more sovereign ways.] Hymn 1:150. As the 149th Psalm. The same. 1 Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore: All are too mean To speak his worth, Too mean to set My Saviour forth. 2 But O what gentle terms, What condescending ways Doth our Redeemer use To teach his heavenly grace! Mine eyes with joy And wonder see What forms of love He bears for me. 3 [Array'd in mortal flesh He like an angel stands, And holds the promises And pardons in his hands: Commission'd from His Father's throne To make his grace To mortals known.] 4 [Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy Name; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came. The joyful news Of sins forgiven, Of hell subdu'd, And peace with heaven.] 5 [Be thou my counsellor, My pattern and my guide, And thro' this desert land Still keep me near thy side: O let my feet Ne'er run astray, Nor rove nor seek The crooked way.] 6 [I love my Shepherd's voice, His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of his sheep: He feeds his flock, He calls their names, His bosom bears The tender lambs.] 7 [To this dear surety's hand Will I commit my cause; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws: Behold my soul At freedom set! My surety paid The dreadful debt.] 8 [Jesus my great high Priest Offer'd his blood and dy'd; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside: His powerful blood Did once atone; And now it pleads Before the throne.] 9 [My Advocate appears For my defence on high, The Father bows his ear, And lays his thunder by: Not all that hell Or sin can say Shall turn his heart, His love away.] 10 [My dear Almighty Lord, My Conqu'ror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power; Behold I sit In willing bonds Before thy feet.] 11 [Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down My captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint Shall win the day, Tho' death and hell Obstruct the way.] 12 Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on; I shall be safe, For Christ displays Superior power, And guardian grace. End of the First Book. Hymns. Book 2. Composed on Divine Subjects. Hymn 2:1. A song of praise to God from Great Britain. 1 Nature with all her powers shall sing God the Creator and the King; Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 [Begin to make his glories known, Ye seraphs that sit near his throne; Tune your harps high, and spread the sound To the creation's utmost bound. 3 All mortal things of meaner frame, Exert your force and own his Name; Whilst with our souls and with our voice We sing his honours and our joys.] 4 [To him be sacred all we have From the young cradle to the grave: Our lips shall his loud wonders tell, And every word a miracle.] 5 [This northern isle, our native land, Lies safe in God th' Almighty's hand: Our foes of victory dream in vain, And wear the captivating chain. 6 He builds and guards the British throne, And makes it gracious like his own, Makes our successive princes kind, And gives our dangers to the wind.] 7 Raise monumental praises high To him that thunders thro' the sky, And with an awful nod or frown Shakes an aspiring tyrant down. 8 [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim The triumphs of th' eternal Name; While trembling nations read from far The honours of the God of war.] 9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs Britain pronounce with warmest joy Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. 10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy Name; The strongest notes that angels raise Faint in the worship and the praise. Hymn 2:2. The death of a sinner. 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood with rapid force Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassions of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love! Hymn 2:3. The death and burial of a saint. 1 Why do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis 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. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And soften'd every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying head? 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And shew'd our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly At the great rising day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise, Awake, ye nations under ground, Ye saints, ascend the skies. Hymn 2:4. Salvation in the cross. 1 Here at thy cross, my dying God, I lay my soul beneath thy love, Beneath the droppings of thy blood, Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove. 2 Not all that tyrants think or say, With rage and lightning in their eyes, Nor hell shall fright my heart away, Should hell with all its legions rise. 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, Moveless and firm this heart should lie; Resolv'd (for that's my last defence) If I must perish, there to die. 4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear, Am I not safe beneath thy, shade? Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dares my soul invade. 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim, Hosanna to my dying God, And my best honours to his Name. Hymn 2:5. Longing to praise Christ better. 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 honour'd by thy cross; 2 When I behold death, hell and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine, And see the man that groan'd and dy'd Sit glorious by his Father's side; 3 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. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains; And in such humble notes as these Must fall below thy victories. 5 Well, the kind minute must appear When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay, and mount on high, To join the songs above the sky. Hymn 2:6. A morning song. 1 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes. Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him that rolls the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run. 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine Whilst I enjoy the light, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasing night. Hymn 2:7. An evening song. 1 [Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Thro' all the dangers of the day, Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepar'd.] 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But O how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! 4 What have I done for him that dy'd To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiply'd, Fast as my minutes roll; 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast. Hymn 2:8. A hymn for morning or evening. 1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand. 2 That was a most amazing power That rais'd us with a word, And every day and every hour We lean upon the Lord. 3 The evening rests our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake and we admire the bed That was not made our tomb. 4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day, For death stands ready at the door To seize our lives away. 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin To God's revenging law; We own thy grace, immortal King, In every gasp we draw. 6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings: Our feeble flesh lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings. Hymn 2:9. Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ. 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine The glorious Sufferer stood.] 3 Was it for crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God the mighty Maker dy'd For man the creature's sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. Hymn 2:10. Parting with carnal joys. 1 My soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell Base as the dirt beneath my feet, And mischievous as hell. 2 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; To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire. 4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refin'd, Still springing from the throne of God, And fit to cheer the mind. 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, The glorious and the great, Brings his own all-sufficience there, To make our bliss complete.] 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heavenly road; There sits my Saviour dress'd in love, And there my smiling God. Hymn 2:11. The same. 1 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 listen'd to your song, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bid me seek superior bliss. 4 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes; O for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies. 5 There from the bosom of my God Oceans of endless pleasure roll; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. Hymn 2:12. Christ is the substance of the Levitical priesthood. 1 The true Messiah now appears, The types are all withdrawn; So fly the shadows and the stars Before the rising dawn. 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Nor kid, nor bullock slain, Incense and spice of costly names Would all be burnt in vain. 3 Aaron must lay his robes away; His mitre and his vest, When God himself comes down to be The offering and the priest. 4 He took our mortal flesh to show The wonders of his love; For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 "Father, (he cries) forgive their sins, "For I myself have dy'd," And then he shews his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded side. Hymn 2:13. The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world. 1 Sing to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately frame; Let half the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his Name. 2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills, Made every drop and every dust, Nature and time with all their wheels, And push'd them into motion first. 3 Now from his high imperial throne He looks far down upon the spheres; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns our hasty years. 4 Thus shall this moving engine last Till all his saints are gather'd in, Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast To shake it all to dust again! 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, And lightning burn the globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, There's a new heaven and earth for you. Hymn 2:14. The Lord's day; or, Delight in ordinances. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God 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. Hymn 2:15. The enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in worship. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see, I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 [The trees of life immortal stand In flourishing rows at thy right-hand, And in sweet murmurs by their side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. 4 Haste then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace: Bring down a taste of fruit divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine.] 6 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace, and dying love. 6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine, In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known. Hymn 2:16. Part the second. 7 Lord, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines thro' the beauties of thy face, And lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming Name! 8 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine, I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that earth calls good or great. 9 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit, and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. 10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night To the fair coasts of perfect light; Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. 11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees: Yet now, and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below. 12 Send comforts down from thy right-hand, While we pass thro' this barren land, And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.] Hymn 2:17 God's eternity. 1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up every tuneful sound To praise th' eternal God. 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread Jehovah fill'd his throne; Or Adam form'd, or angels made, The Maker liv'd alone. 3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; Eternity's his dwelling-place, And ever is his time. 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past, He fills his own immortal now, And sees our ages waste. 5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come! The creatures--look, how old they grow, And wait their fiery doom! 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies, My God shall live an endless day, When th' old creation dies. Hymn 2:18. The ministry of angels. 1 High on a hill of dazzling light, The King of Glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels stretch'd for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2 "Go," saith the Lord, "my Gabriel go, "Salute the virgin's fruitful womb,[1] "Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come." 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands;[2] Anon a heavenly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.[3] 4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts, Wait on thy wandering church below, Here we are sailing to thy coasts, Let angels be our convoy too. 5 Are they not all thy servants,[4] Lord? At thy command they go and come With cheerful haste obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home. [1] Luke 1:16. [2] Luke 2:13. [3] Acts 11:7. [4] Heb. 1:14. Hymn 2:19. Our frail bodies, and God our preserver. 1 Let others boast how strong they be, Nor death, nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 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 Should keep in tune so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that built us first; Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust. 5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains In all their motions rose; "Let blood, (said he) flow round the veins," And round the veins it flows. 6 While we have breath, or use our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore; His Spirit moves our heaving lungs Or they would breathe no more.] Hymn 2:20. Backslidings and returns; or, The inconstancy of our love. 1 Why is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day With thee, no more by night? 2 [Why should my foolish passions rove? Where can such sweetness be As I have tasted in thy love; As I have found in thee?] 3 When my forgetful soul renews The savour of thy grace, My heart presumes I cannot lose The relish all my days. 4 But ere one fleeting hour is pass'd, The flattering world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste, And to pollute my joys. 5 [Trifles of nature or of art With fair deceitful charms Intrude upon my thoughtless heart, And thrust thee from my arms.] 6 Then I repent and vex my soul That I should leave thee so, Where will those wild affections roll That let a Saviour go? 7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, And I am drown'd in grief; But my dear Lord returns again, He flies to my relief. 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise He draws with loving bands; Divine compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands.] 9 [Wretch that I am to wander thus In chase of false delight! Let me be fasten'd to thy cross, Rather than lose thy sight.] 10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, My God, my Saviour's breast.] Hymn 2:21. A song of praise to God the Redeemer. 1 Let the old heathens tune their song Of great Diana and of Jove; But the sweet theme that moves my tongue Is my Redeemer and his love. 2 Behold a God descends and dies To save my soul from gaping hell; How the black gulf where Satan lies Yawn'd to receive me when I fell! 3 How justice frown'd and vengeance stood To drive me down to endless pain! But the great Son propos'd his blood, And heavenly wrath grew mild again. 4 Infinite lover, gracious Lord, To thee be endless honours given; Thy wondrous Name shall be ador'd Round the wide earth, and wider heaven. Hymn 2:22. With God is terrible majesty. 1 Terrible God, that reign'st on high, How awful is thy thundering hand! Thy fiery bolts how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. 2 This the old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath thy frown: Thine arrows struck the traitor thro', And weighty vengeance sunk him down. 3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th' eternal load, "With endless burnings who can dwell, "Or bear the fury of a God!" 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 down. 5 And ye, blest saints, that love him too, With rev'rence bow before his Name, Thus all his heavenly servants do: God is a bright and burning flame. Hymn 2:23. The sight of God and Christ in heaven. 1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things. 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our almighty Father's throne! There sits our Saviour crown'd with light Cloth'd in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones, and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious thro' the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. 5 O what amazing joys they feel While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst them there, And view thy face, and sing, and love! Hymn 2:24. The evil of sin visible in the fall of angels and men. 1 When the great Builder arch'd the skies, And form'd all nature with a word, The joyful cherubs tun'd his praise, And every bending throne ador'd. 2 High in the midst of all the throng, Satan, a tall archangel, sat, Amongst the morning stars he sung [1] Till sin destroy'd his heavenly state. 3 ['Twas sin that hurl'd him from his throne, Grov'ling in fire the rebel lies: "How art thou sunk in darkness down, "Son of the morning, from the skies!" [2] 4 And thus our two first parents stood Till sin defil'd the happy place They lost their garden and their God, And ruin'd all their unborn race. 5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower, And spread destruction all abroad; Sin, the curs'd name, that in one hour Spoil'd six days labour of a God.] 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief, That such a foe should seize thy breast; Fly to thy Lord for quick relief; O! may he slay this treacherous guest. Then to thy throne, victorious King, Then to thy throne our shouts shall rise, Thine everlasting arm we sing, For sin the monster bleeds and dies. [1] Job 38:7. [2] Isaiah 14:12. Hymn 2:25. Complaining of spiritual sloth. 1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 The little ants for one poor grain Labour, and tug, and strive, Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live! 3 We for whose sake all nature stands And stars their courses move; We for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above; 4 We for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good, How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill, And sit and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move, Upward our souls shall rise: With hands of faith and wings of love We'll fly and take the prize. Hymn 2:26. God invisible. 1 Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind, We can't behold thy bright abode; O 'tis beyond a creature-mind To glance a thought half-way to God. 2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky The great Eternal reigns alone, Where neither wings nor soul can fly, Nor angels climb the topless throne. 3 The Lord of glory builds his seat Of gems insufferably bright, And lays beneath his sacred feet Substantial beams of gloomy night. 4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes Look thro', and cheer us from above; Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies, Yet we adore, and yet we love. Hymn 2:27. Praise ye him, all his angels, Psalm 148. 2. 1 God! the eternal awful Name That the whole heavenly army fears, That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears. 2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling place; But, O ye fiery flames, declare The brighter glories of his face. 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we To speak so infinite a thing, But your immortal eyes survey The beauties of your sovereign King. 4 Tell how he shews his smiling face, And clothes all heaven in bright array; Triumph and joy run thro' the place, And songs eternal as the day. 5 Speak, (for you feel his burning love) What zeal it spreads thro' all your frame: That sacred fire dwells all above, For we on earth have lost the name. 6 [Sing of his power and justice too, That infinite right-hand of his That vanquish'd Satan and his crew, And thunder drove them down from bliss. 7 [What mighty storms of poison'd darts Were hurl'd upon the rebels there! What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts Fast to the racks of long despair!] 8 [Shout to your King, you heavenly host, You that beheld the sinking foe; Firmly ye stood when they were lost; Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies, Let every distant nation hear; And while you sound his lofty praise, Let humble mortals bow and fear. Hymn 2:28. Death and eternity. 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise, Converse awhile with death: Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down His pulses faint and few, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan He bids the world adieu. 3 But, O the soul that never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And track its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there, Or devils plunge it down to hell In infinite despair. 5 And must my body faint and die? And must this soul remove? O for some guardian angel nigh To bear it safe above! 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand My naked soul I trust, And my flesh waits for thy command To drop into my dust. Hymn 2:29. Redemption by price and power. 1 Jesus, with all thy saints above My tongue would bear her part, Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart. 2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood, And quench'd his Father's flaming sword In his own vital blood: 3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains, And sent the lion down to howl Where hell and horror reigns. 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceasing praise, While angels live to know his Name, Or saints to feel his grace. Hymn 2:30. Heavenly joy on earth. 1 [Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from the place! Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less.] 3 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, But favourites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky And manages the seas.] 5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love, He shall send down his heavenly powers To carry us above. 6 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There from the rivers of his grace Drink endless pleasures in. 7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 8 [The men of grace have found Glory begun below, Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.] 9 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 10 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Hymn 2:31. Christ's presence makes death easy. 1 Why should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 O, if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless thro' death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Hymn 2:32. Frailty and Folly. 1 How short and hasty is our life! How vast our souls' affairs! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years. 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Without a moment's stay; Just like a story or a song We pass our lives away. 3 God from on high invites us home, But we march heedless on, And ever hastening to the tomb, Stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell That slight the joys above! What chains of vengeance should we feel That break such cords of love! 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race And see salvation nigh. Hymn 2:33. The blessed society in heaven. 1 Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run Thro' every heavenly street, And say, there's nought below the sun That's worthy of thy feet. 2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, And tread the courts above; Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things Shall tempt our meanest love.] 3 There on a high majestic throne Th' Almighty Father reigns, And sheds his glorious goodness down On all the blissful plains. 4 Bright like a sun the Saviour sits, And spreads eternal noon, No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, To want the feeble moon. 5 Amidst those ever-shining skies Behold the sacred Dove, While banish'd sin and sorrow flies From all the realms of love. 6 The glorious tenants of the place Stand bending round the throne; And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three One. 7 [But O what beams of heavenly grace Transport them all the while! Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face, And love in every smile!] 8 [Jesus, and when shall that dear day, That joyful hour appear, When I shall leave this house of clay To dwell amongst them there?] Hymn 2:34. Breathing after the Holy Spirit; or, Fervency of devotion desired. 1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach 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. 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Hymn 2:35. Praise to God for creation and redemption. 1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace, But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne, All glory to th' united Three, The undivided One. 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name) That form'd us by a word, 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame; Salvation to the Lord. 4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound, Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round. Hymn 2:36. Christ's intercession. 1 Well, the Redeemer's gone T' appear before our God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning blood. 2 No fiery vengeance now, Nor burning wrath comes down; If justice call for sinners' blood, The Saviour shews his own. 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves, The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. 4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honour sing, Jesus the priest receives our songs, And bears them to the King. 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high, "Hosanna to the God of grace "That lays his thunder by.] 6 "On earth thy mercy reigns, "And triumphs all above;" But, Lord how weak are mortal strains To speak immortal love! 7 [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing! Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, And they shall please the King.] Hymn 2:37. The same. 1 Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 2 'Twas well, my soul he dy'd for thee, And shed his vital blood, Appeas'd stern justice on the tree, And then arose to God. 3 Petitions now and praise may rise, And saints their offerings bring, The priest with his own sacrifice Presents them to the King. 4 [Let Papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast; We've no such advocates as these, Nor pray to th' heavenly host.] 6 Jesus alone shall bear my cries Up to his Father's throne, He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs, And sweetens every groan. 6 [Ten thousand praises to the King, Hosanna in the highest; Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring To God and to his Christ.] Hymn 2:38. 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. 9 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 know and tremble too, But Satan cannot love. 4 This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease, 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss. 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our smiling God. Hymn 2:39. The shortness and misery of life. 1 Our days, alas! our mortal days Are short and wretched too; "Evil and few," the patriarch says, [1] And well the patriarch knew. 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound That heaven allows to men, And pains and sins run thro' the round Of threescore years and ten. 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on, my days, in haste; Moments of sin, and months of woe, Ye cannot fly too fast. 4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. [1] Genesis 47:9. Hymn 2:40. Our comfort in the covenant made with Christ. 1 Our God, how firm his promise stands, E'en when he hides his face! He trusts in our Redeemer's hands His glory and his grace. 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one; Thy God is faithful to his saints, Is faithful to his Son. 3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heaven possess'd; I praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest. Hymn 2:41. A sight of God mortifies us to the world. 1 [Up to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, Can make this load of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!] 3 O might I once mount up and see The glories of th' eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be! How despicable to my eyes! 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon, Vanish, as tho' I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon. 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, I should perceive the noise no more Than we can hear a shaking leaf, While rattling thunders round us roar. 6 Great All in All, eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely face, And all my powers shall bow and sing Thine endless grandeur and thy grace. Hymn 2:42. Delight in God. 1 My God, what endless pleasures dwell Above at thy right-hand! The courts below, how amiable, Where all thy graces stand! 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, And chirps a cheerful note; The lark mounts upward to thy skies, And tunes her warbling throat: 3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord, We shout with joyful tongues, Or sitting round our Father's board, We crown the feast with songs. 4 While Jesus shines with quickening grace, We sing and mount on high; But if a frown becloud his face, We faint, and tire, and die. 5 [Just as we see the lonesome dove Bemoan her widow'd state, Wandering she flies thro' all the grove, And mourns her loving mate. 6 Just so our thoughts from thing to thing In restless circles rove, Just so we drop, and hang the wing, When Jesus hides his love.] Hymn 2:43. Christ's sufferings and glory. 1 Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light And the bright robes he wore above, How swift and joyful was his flight On wings of everlasting love. 3 Down to this base, this sinful earth He came to raise our nature high; He came t' atone almighty wrath; Jesus the God was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around, His precious blood the monsters spilt, While weighty sorrows press'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' almighty Captive pris'ner lay; Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace, See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus the God exalted reigns, His sacred Name fills all their tongues And echoes thro' the heavenly plains! Hymn 2:44. Hell; or, The vengeance of God. 1 With holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe becomes the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. 2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. 3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains, Tormenting racks and fiery coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.] 4 [There Satan the first sinner lies, And roars, and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crush'd with the weight of both thine hands.] 5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, But they incens'd a dreadful God. 6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; Sinners, obey the Saviour's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And hell gapes wide to wait your fall. Hymn 2:45. God's condescension to our worship. 1 Thy favours Lord, surprise our souls; Will the Eternal dwell with us? What canst thou find beneath the poles To tempt thy chariot downward thus? 2 Still might he fill his starry throne, And please his ears with Gabriel's songs; But th' heavenly Majesty comes down, And bows to hearken to our tongues. 3 Great God, what poor returns we pay For love so infinite as thine! Words are but air, and tongues but clay, But thy compassion's all divine. Hymn 2:46. God's condescension to human affairs. 1 Up to the Lord that reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are. 2 [He that can shake the worlds he made, Or with his word, or with his rod, His goodness how amazing great! And what a condescending God!] 3 [God that must stoop to view the skies, And how to see what angels do, Down to our earth he casts his eyes, And bends his footsteps downward too.] 4 He over-rules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs; On humble souls the King of kings Bestows his counsels and his cares. 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour Into the bosom of our God, He hears us in the mournful hour, And helps us bear the heavy load. 6 In vain might lofty princes try Such condescension to perform; For worms were never rais'd so high Above their meanest fellow-worm. 7 O could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace, To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise. Hymn 2:47. Glory and grace in the person of Christ. 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 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of thine hands: The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels, dwell upon the sound, Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 6 O, may I live to reach the place Where he unveils his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his Name to harps of gold! Hymn 2:48. Love to the creatures is dangerous. 1 How vain are all things here below! How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And every sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flattering light; We should suspect some danger nigh Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wavering minds, And leave but half for God! 4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food; And grace command my heart away From all created good. Hymn 2:49. Moses dying in the embraces of God. 1 Death cannot make our souls afraid If God be with us there; We may walk thro' her darkest shade, And never yield to fear. 2 I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid, And run, if I were call'd to go, And die as Moses did. 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, And view the promis'd land, My flesh itself shall long to drop, And pray for the command. 4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms I would forget my breath, And lose my life among the charms Of so divine a death. Hymn 2:50. Comfort under sorrows and pains. 1 Now let the Lord my Saviour smile, And shew my name upon his heart, I would forget my pains awhile, And in the pleasure lose the smart. But O it swells my sorrows high To see my blessed Jesus frown! My spirits sink, my comforts die, And all the springs of life are down. 3 Yet why, my soul, why these complaints? Still while he frowns his bowels move; Still on his heart he bears his saints, And feels their sorrows and his love. 4 My name is printed on his breast; His book of life contains my name; I'd rather have it there impress'd Than in the bright records of fame. 5 When the last fire burns all things here, Those letters shall securely stand, And in the Lamb's fair book appear, Writ by th' eternal Father's hand. 6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run, Whil'st here I wait my Father's will; My rising and my setting sun Roll gently up and down the hill. Hymn 2:51. God the Son equal with the Father. 1 Bright King of Glory, dreadful God! Our spirits bow before thy seat, To thee we lift an humble thought, And worship at thine awful feet. 2 [Thy power hath form'd, thy wisdom sways All nature with a sovereign word; And the bright world of stars obeys The will of their superior Lord.] 3 [Mercy and truth unite in one, And smiling sit at thy right-hand; Eternal justice guards thy throne, And vengeance waits thy dread command.] 4 A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of light Pretends comparison with thee? 5 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, array'd in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. 6 Their glory shines with equal beams; Their essence is for ever one, Tho' they are known by different names The Father God, and God the Son. 7 Then let the name of Christ our King With equal honours be ador'd; His praise let every angel sing, And all the nations own their Lord. Hymn 2:52. Death dreadful or delightful. 1 Death! 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God, When the poor soul is forc'd away To seek her last abode. 2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes, But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies To darkness, fire, and pain. 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear, You must be driven from earth, and dwell A long for-ever there. 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face, And thou, my soul, look downwards too, And sing recovering grace. 5 He is a God of sovereign love That promis'd heaven to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above, Where happy spirits be. 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right-hand, Then come the joyful day, Come death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away. Hymn 2:53. The pilgrimage of the saints; or, Earth and heaven. 1 Lord! what a wretched land is this That yields us no supply! No cheering fruits no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy! 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground And mortal poisons grow, And all the rivers that are found With dangerous waters flow. 3 Yet the clear path to thine abode Lies thro' this horrid land; Lord! we would keep the heavenly road, And run at thy command. 4 [Our souls shall tread the desert thro' With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue The terrors that we meet.] 5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; But Judah's lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.] 6 [Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray; But the bright world to which we go Is everlasting day.] 7 [By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears We trace the sacred road, Thro' dismal deeps and dangerous snares We make our way to God.] 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward still; Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. 9 [See the kind angels at the gates, Inviting us to come; There Jesus the fore-runner waits To welcome travellers home.] 10 There on a green and flowery mount Our weary souls shall sit, And with transporting joys recount The labours of our feet. 11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, Nor trifles vex our ear, Infinite grace shall be our song, And God rejoice to hear.] 12 Eternal glories to the King That brought us safely thro'; Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew. Hymn 2:54. God's presence is light in darkness. 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun; He is my soul's sweet morning star And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shews his heart is mine, And whispers, "I am his!" 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way T' embrace my dearest Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death! I'd break thro' every foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror thro'. Hymn 2:55. Frail life and succeeding eternity. 1 Thee we adore, eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame! What dying worms are we! 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still As months and days increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground To push us to the tomb, And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home. 5 Good God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. 6 Infinite joy or endless woe Attends on every breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God! Hymn 2:56. The misery of being without God in this world; or, Vain prosperity. 1 O, I shall envy them no more Who grow profanely great, Tho' they increase their golden store, And rise to wondrous height. 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod, Well they may search the creature thro', For they have ne'er a God. 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own; But death comes hastening on to you To mow your glory down. 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head, Away your spirit flies, And no kind angel near your bed To bear it to the skies. 5 Go now, and boast of all your stores, And tell how bright you shine; Your heaps of glittering dust are yours, And my Redeemer's mine. Hymn 2:57. The pleasures of a good conscience. 1 Lord, how secure and bless'd are they Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 [Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, Where groves of living pleasure grow! And longing hopes and cheerful smiles Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.] 5 They scorn to seek our golden toys, But spend the day and share the night In numbering o'er the richer joys That heaven prepares for their delight. 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grovelling in the dust below: Almighty grace, renew our souls, And we'll aspire to glory too. Hymn 2:58 The shortness of life, and the goodness of God. 1 Time! what an empty vapour 'tis! And days how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. 2 [The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste, That we can never say, "They're here," But only say, "They're past."] 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh; The moment when our lives begin We all begin to die.] 4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days Thy lasting favours share, Yet with the bounties of thy grace Thou load'st the rolling year. 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are cloth d with love; While grace stands pointing out the road That leads our souls above. 6 His goodness runs an endless round; All glory to the Lord: His mercy never knows a bound, And be his Name ador'd! 7 Thus we begin the lasting song, And when we close our eyes, Let the next age thy praise prolong Till time and nature dies. Hymn 2:59. Paradise on earth. 1 Glory to God that walks the sky, And sends his blessings thro', That tells his saints of joys on high, And gives a taste below. 2 [Glory to God that stoops his throne That dust and worms may see't, And brings a glimpse of glory down Around his sacred feet. 3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd, Sheds his kind beams abroad, 'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. 4 A blooming paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; And every sense I straight employ On sweet celestial things. 5 White lilies all around appear, And each his glory shows; The rose of Sharon blossoms here, The fairest flower that blows. 6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit, And drink the pleasures down, Pleasures that flow hard by the foot Of the eternal throne.] 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay, How soon my sins arise, And snatch the heavenly scene away From these lamenting eyes! 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when The shining day appear, That I shall leave those clouds of sin, And guilt and darkness here? 9 Up to the fields above the skies My hasty feet would go, There everlasting flowers arise, And joys unwithering grow. Hymn 2:60. The truth of God the promiser; or, The promises are our security. 1 Praise, everlasting praise be paid To him that earth's foundations laid; Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 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 [Firm are the words his prophets give, Sweet words on which his children live; Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke and spread the skies abroad. 4 Each of them powerful as that sound That bid the new-made heavens go round; And stronger than the solid poles, On which the wheel of nature rolls.] 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise, Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? Slowly, alas, our mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. 6 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 heaven our own. 7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls should fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar. 8 Our everlasting hopes arise Above the ruinable skies, Where the eternal Builder reigns, And his own courts his power sustains. Hymn 2:61. A thought of 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 [And you, mine eyes, look down and view The hollow gaping tomb, This gloomy prison waits for you Whene'er the summons come.] 3 O could we die with those that die, And place us in their stead, Then would our spirits learn to fly, And converse with the dead: 4 Then should we see the saints above In their own glorious forms, And wonder why our souls should love To dwell with mortal worms. 5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh, These fetters and this load! And long for evening to undress, That we may rest with God.] 6 We should almost forsake our clay Before the summons come, And pray, and wish our souls away To their eternal home. Hymn 2:62. God the thunderer; or, The last judgment and hell.* 1 Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts, And thou, O earth, adore, Let death and hell thro' all their coasts, Stand trembling at his power. 2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky, He makes the clouds his throne, There all his stores of lightning lie, Till vengeance dart them down. 3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams, And from his awful tongue A sovereign voice divides the flames, And thunder roars along. 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day When this incensed God Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, And fling his wrath abroad. 5 What shall the wretch the sinner do? He once defy'd the Lord; But he shall dread the Thunderer now, And sink beneath his word. 6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll To blast the rebel-worm, And beat upon his naked soul In one eternal storm. * Made in a great sudden storm of thunder, August 20, 1697. Hymn 2:63. A funeral thought. 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, My 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; "The tall, the wise, the reverend head "Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God, is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Hymn 2:64. God the glory and defence of Sion. 1 Happy the church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thine holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. 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: His arms embrace this happy 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. Hymn 2:65. The hope of heaven our support under trials on earth. 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Hymn 2:66. A prospect of heaven makes death easy. 1 There is a land of pure delight Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers: Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.] 5 O! could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Hymn 2:67. God's eternal dominion. 1 Great God, how infinite 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 seas or stars were made; Thou art the ever-living God Were all the nations dead. 3 Nature and time quite naked lie To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky To the great burning day. 4 Eternity with all its years Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing new. 5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturb'd affairs. 6 Great God, how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow And pay their praise to thee. Hymn 2:68. The humble worship of heaven. 1 Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode, I'd leave thy earthly courts and flee Up to thy seat, my God! 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight; But to abide in thine embrace Is infinite delight. 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 [There all the heavenly hosts are seen, In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigour in, With wonder and with love. 5 Then at thy feet with awful fear Th' adoring armies fall With joy they shrink to _nothing_ there, Before th' Eternal All. 6 There I would vie with all the host In duty and in bliss, While _less than nothing_ I could boast, And _vanity_ confess.] _[1]_ 7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes, The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. _[1]_ Isaiah 40:17. Hymn 2:69. The faithfulness of God in his promises. 1 [Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad, Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 Proclaim "salvation from the Lord "For wretched dying men;" His hand has writ the sacred word With an immortal pen. 4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines; Nor can the powers of darkness rase Those everlasting lines.] 5 [He that can dash whole worlds to death And make them when he please, He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils his great decrees. 6 His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies, The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. 7 He said, "Let the wide heaven be spread," And heaven was stretch'd abroad; "Abrah'm, I'll be thy God," he said, And he was Abrah'm's God. 8 O, might I hear thine heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine;" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice And think my heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.] Hymn 2:70. God's dominion over the sea, Psalm 107. 23 &c. 1 God of the seas, thy thundering voice Makes all the roaring waves rejoice, And one soft word of thy command Can sink them silent in the sand. 2 If but a Moses wave thy rod, The sea divides, and owns its God: The stormy floods their Maker knew, And let his chosen armies thro'. 3 The scaly flocks amidst the sea, To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay; The meanest fish that swims the flood Leaps up, and means a praise to God. 4 [The larger monsters of the deep, On thy commands attendance keep, By thy permission sport and play, And cleave along their foaming way. 5 If God his voice of tempest rears, Leviathan lies still and fears, Anon he lifts his nostrils high, And spouts the ocean to the sky.] 6 How is thy glorious power ador'd, Amidst those watery nations, Lord! Yet the bold men that trace the seas, Bold men, refuse their Maker's praise. 7 [What scenes of miracle they see, And never tune a song to thee! While on the flood they safely ride, They curse the hand that smooths the tide. 8 Anon they plunge in watery graves, And some drink death among the waves: Yet the surviving crew blaspheme, Nor own the God that rescu'd them.] 9 O for some signal of thine hand! Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land, Great Judge, descend, lest men deny That there's a God that rules the sky. From the 70th to the 109th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of the rhyme in the first and third lines of the stanza. Hymn 2:71. Praise to God from all creatures. 1 The glories of my Maker God, My joyful voice shall sing, And call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 'Twas his right-hand that shap'd our clay, And wrought this human frame, But from his own immediate breath Our nobler spirits came. 3 We bring our mortal powers to God, And worship with our tongues: We claim some kindred with the skies And join th' angelic songs. 4 Let groveling beasts of every shape, And fowls of every wing, And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas, Their various tribute bring. 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, And wheels of nature roll, Praise him in your unwearied course Around the steady pole. 6 The brightness of our Maker's Name The wide creation fills, And his unbounded grandeur flies Beyond the heavenly hills. Hymn 2:72. The Lord's Day; or, The resurrection of Christ. 1 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God, That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain, The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great Name, Almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day, 5 [Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King, Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.] Hymn 2:73. Doubts scattered; or, Spiritual joy restored. 1 Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone, And leave me to my joys, My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, And drown'd my head in tears, Till sovereign grace with shining rays Dispell'd my gloomy fears. 3 O what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me, I was his, And my Beloved mine. 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain, One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face, Revives my joys again. Hymn 2:74. Repentance from a sense of divine goodness; or, A complaint of ingratitude. 1 Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? 2 TO what a stubborn frame Has sin reduc'd our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! 3 [On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays, For us the skies their circles run To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men, But we more base, more brutish things Reject his easy reign.] 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh, Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly as new mercies fall Let hourly thanks arise. Hymn 2:75. Spiritual and eternal joys; or, The beatific sight of Christ. 1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out-brave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns In heaven's unmeasur'd space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love. 5 [Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring. 6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul Up to thy bless'd abode, Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and my God. Hymn 2:76. The resurrection and ascension of Christ. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, That cloth'd himself in clay, Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread Since our Immanuel rose, He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes. 3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honour in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down, Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 5 [Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his bless'd abode, Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise, Let heaven, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise.] Hymn 77. The Christian warfare. 1 [Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on, March to the gates of endless joy Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes, Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose.] 3 [What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite, Eternal chains confine him down To fiery deeps, and endless night. 4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel, 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.] 5 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate, There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 6 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious leader's praise. Hymn 2:78. Redemption by Christ. 1 When the first parents of our race Rebell'd and lost their God, And the infection of their sin Had tainted all our blood; 2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart Of the eternal Son, Descending from the heavenly court He left his Father's throne. 3 Aside the Prince of glory threw His most divine array, And wrapt his Godhead in a veil Of our inferior clay. 4 His living power, and dying love Redeem'd unhappy men, And rais'd the ruins of our race To life and God again. 5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul We joyfully resign, Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine. 6 Thine honour shall for ever be The business of our days, For ever shall our thankful tongue Speak thy deserved praise. Hymn 2:79. Praise to the Redeemer. 1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief, He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled, Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 He spoil'd the Powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains; Jesus has freed our captive souls From everlasting pains. 5 [In vain the baffled prince of hell His cursed projects tries, We that were doom'd his endless slaves, Are rais'd above the skies.] 6 O for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 7 [Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, Our souls are all on flame, Hosanna round the spacious earth To thine adored Name. 8 Angels, assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes His love can ne'er be told.] Hymn 2:80. God's awful power and goodness. 1 O the Almighty Lord! How matchless is his power! Tremble, O earth, beneath his word, And all the heavens adore. 2 Let proud imperious kings Bow low before his throne, Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things, Or he shall tread you down. 3 Above the skies he reigns, And with amazing blows He deals unsufferable pains On his rebellious foes. 4 Yet, everlasting God, We love to speak thy praise; Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod, The sceptre of thy grace. 5 The arms of mighty love Defend our Sion well, And heavenly mercy walls us round From Babylon and hell. 6 Salvation to the King That sits enthron'd above; Thus we adore the God of might, And bless the God of love. Hymn 2:81. Our sin the cause of Christ's death. 1 And now the scales have left mine eyes, Now I begin to see; O the curs'd deeds my sins have done! What murderous things they be! 2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heavenly limbs With floods of purple gore? 3 Was it for crimes that I had done My dearest Lord was slain When justice seiz'd God's only Son, And put his soul to pain? 4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace, I'll wound my God no more; Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone, For Jesus I adore. 5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms From grace's magazine, And I'll proclaim eternal war With every darling sin. Hymn 2:82. Redemption and protection from spiritual enemies. 1 Arise my soul, my joyful powers, And triumph in my God, Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. 2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell, And fix'd my standing more secure Than 'twas before I fell. 3 The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul he plac'd, And on the rock of ages set My slippery footsteps fast. 4 The city of my bless'd abode Is wall'd around with grace Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place. 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite, And all his legions roar, Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging power. 6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing, Loud hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King. Hymn 2:83. The passion and exaltation of Christ. 1 Thus saith the Ruler of the skies, "Awake, my dreadful sword; "Awake, my wrath and smite the man, "My fellow," saith the Lord. 2 Vengeance receiv'd the dread command, And armed down she flies, Jesus submits t' his Father's hand, And bows his head and dies. 3 But O! the wisdom and the grace That join with vengeance now! He dies to save our guilty race, And yet he rises too. 4 A person so divine was he Who yielded to be slain, That he could give his soul away, And take his life again. 5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high, Let every nation sing, And angels sound with endless joy The Saviour and the King. Hymn 2:84. The same. 1 Come, all harmonious tongues, Your noblest music bring, 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Christ the man we sing. 2 Tell how he took our flesh To take away our guilt, Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters spilt. 3 [Alas, the cruel spear Went deep into his side, And the rich flood of purple gore Their murderous weapons dy'd.] 4 [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, And mountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on his soul.] 5 Down to the shades of death He bow'd his awful head, Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead. 6 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more; For hell itself shakes at his Name, And all the heavens adore. 7 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son. 8 There his full glories shine With uncreated rays, And bless his saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days. Hymn 2:85. Sufficiency of pardon. 1 Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? 2 What tho' your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise? 3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell? 4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace, Behold a dying Saviour's veins The sacred flood increase: 5 It rises high and drowns the hills, 'T has neither shore nor bound: Nor if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne'er be found. 6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults, And pardoning blood that swells above Our follies and our thoughts. Hymn 2:86. Freedom from sin and misery in heaven. 1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be! And like a violent sea 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 land our weary souls Safe on the heavenly shore. 3 There to fulfil his sweet commands Our speedy feet shall move, No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love. 4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face. 5 For ever his dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song. Hymn 2:87. The divine glories above our reason. 1 How wond'rous great, how glorious bright Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity! 2 Our soaring spirits upward rise Tow'rd the celestial throne, Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the Almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies; But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies! 4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore, For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more.] 5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our labouring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song. 6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King, While angels strain their nobler powers, And sweep th' immortal string.] Hymn 2:88. Salvation. 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. Hymn 2:89. Christ's victory over Satan. 1 Hosanna to our conquering King! The prince of darkness flies, His troops rush headlong down to hell Like lightning from the skies. 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep, But heavy bars confine their power And malice to the deep. 3 Hosanna to our conquering King, All hail, incarnate love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above. 4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Thro' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. Hymn 2:90. Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification. 1 How sad our state by nature is! Our sin how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word, "Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, "And trust upon the Lord." 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief, I would believe thy promise, Lord, O! help my unbelief. 4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly, Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest die. 5 Stretch out thine arm victorious King, My reigning sins subdue, Drive the old dragon from his seat, With all his hellish crew.] 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall: Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all. Hymn 2:91. The glory of Christ in heaven. 1 O the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace. 2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow. 3 [Princes to his imperial Name Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice To see him wear the crown.] 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise Thro' every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet. 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore. 6 His head, the dear majestic head That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around. 7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we unseen adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more. 8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode, Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God. 9 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight, We long to leave our clay, And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.] Hymn 2:92 The church saved, and her enemies disappointed. Composed the 5th of November, 1694. 1 Shout to the Lord, and let our joys Thro' the whole nation run; Ye British skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun. 2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire, Thee our glad voices sing, And join with the celestial choir To praise th' eternal King. 3 Thy power the whole creation rules, And on the starry skies Sits smiling at the weak designs Thine envious foes devise. 4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, And with an awful frown Flings vast confusion on their plots, And shakes their Babel down. 5 [Their secret fires in caverns lay, And we the sacrifice: But gloomy caverns strove in vain To 'scape all-searching eyes. 6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd, Their treasons all betray'd: Praise to the God that broke the snare Their cursed hands had laid.] 7 In vain the busy sons of hell Still new rebellions try, Their souls shall pine with envious rage, And vex away and die. 8 Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious power, Let Britain with united songs Almighty grace adore. Hymn 2:93. God all, and in all, Psalm 73. 25. 1 My God, my life, my 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; 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.] 3 [The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.] 4 [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] 5 [Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] 6 Nor earth nor all the sky Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul. 8 [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher!] Hymn 2:94. God my only happiness, Psalm 73. 25. 1 My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all, I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 [What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.] 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shew his head 'Tis morning with my soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode; Thanks to thy Name for meaner things, But they are not my God. 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compar'd to thee; Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? 7 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own Without thy graces and thyself I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. Hymn 2:95. Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn. 1 Infinite grief! amazing woe! Behold my bleeding Lord: Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us'd the Roman sword. 2 O the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore, When knotty whips and ragged thorns His sacred body tore! 3 But knotty whips and ragged thorns In vain do I accuse; In vain I blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews. 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. 5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes! And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. Hymn 2:96. Distinguishing love; or, Angels punished and men saved. 1 Down headlong from their native skies The rebel angels fell, And thunderbolts of flaming wrath Pursu'd them deep to hell. 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss Rebellious man was hurl'd And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave To reach a sinking world. 3 O love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace! Must heaven's eternal Darling die To save a traitorous race? 4 Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire, While God forsakes his shining throne To raise us wretches higher? 5 O for this love let earth and skies With hallelujahs ring, And the full choir of human tongues All hallelujah sing. Hymn 2:97. The same. 1 From heaven the sinning angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain'd them down; But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown. 2 Amazing work of sovereign grace That could distinguish rebels so! Our guilty treasons call'd aloud For everlasting fetters too. 3 To thee, to thee, Almighty Love, Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay: Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise On the bright hills of heavenly day. Hymn 2:98. Hardness of heart complained of. 1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies, Heavy and cold within my breast Just like a rock of ice! 2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And every grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love. 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heavenly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing Would thrust it from my arms. 5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood, My heart it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea: None but a bath of blood divine Can melt the flint away. Hymn 2:99. The book of God's decrees. 1 Let the whole race of creatures lie Abas'd before their God; Whate'er his sovereign voice hath form'd He governs with a nod. 2 [Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought.] 5 [There's not a sparrow or a worm But's found in his decrees; He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.] 4 If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays; And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness cloud my days. 5 Yet I would not be much concern'd, Nor vainly long to see The volume of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me. 6 When he reveals the book of life, O, may I read my name Amongst the chosen of his love, The followers of the Lamb! Hymn 2:100. The presence of Christ is the life of my soul. 1 [How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart If God, at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul, "Depart!"] 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home For I have learn'd no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven without thy presence there Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit's paid Between my Saviour and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. 7 [Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessed hope, my heavenly prize, Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes. 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off, But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love.] 9 [My God! and can an humble child That loves thee with a flame so high, Be ever from thy face exil'd Without the pity of thine eye? 10 Impossible--For thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to thee; And in thy book the promise stands, That where thou art thy friends must be. Hymn 2:101. The world's three great temptations. 1 When in the light of faith divine We look on things below, Honour, and gold, and sensual joy, How vain and dangerous too! 2 [Honour's a puff of noisy breath; Yet men expose their blood, And venture everlasting death To gain that airy good. 3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind, And feed on shining dust, They rob the serpent of his food T' indulge a sordid lust.] 4 The pleasures that allure our sense Are dangerous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flattering sweet, And dash'd with bitter bowls. 5 God is mine all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice; In him my vast desires are fill'd, And all my powers rejoice. 6 In vain the world accosts my ear, And tempts my heart anew; I cannot buy your bliss so dear, Nor part with heaven for you. Hymn 2:102. A happy resurrection. 1 No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the grave These dying, withering limbs of mine. 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful day, Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come, Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay! 4 [Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face, And hear the language of those lips Where God has shed his richest grace.] 5 Haste then upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious sleeping clay, That we may join in heavenly joys, And sing the triumph of the day. Hymn 2:103. Christ's commission, John 3. 16 17. 1 Come happy souls, approach your God With new melodious songs; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Saviour's Name, And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. Hymn 2:104. The same. 1 Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doom'd to die. 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace. 6 Lord we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy Name. Hymn 2:105. Repentance flowing from the patience of God. 1 And are we wretches yet alive? And do we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love That bears us up from hell! 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threatening vengeance rolls above To crush our feeble frames. 3 Almighty goodness cries, "Forbear;" And straight the thunder stays; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg'd our sin; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been. 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away. Hymn 2:106. Repentance at the cross. 1 Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 O how I hate those lusts of mine That crucify'd my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood! 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed, Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilst with a melting broken heart My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too. Hymn 2:107. The everlasting absence of God intolerable. 1 That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart?" 3 [The thunder of that dismal word, Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.] 4 [What, to be banish'd from my life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death for ever fly!] 5 O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his Love. 6 Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon thy breast; Without a gracious smile from thee My spirit cannot rest. 7 O tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands! 8 [Give me one kind assuring word, To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.] Hymn 2:108. Access to the throne of grace by a Mediator. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appear'd consuming fire, And vengeance was his name. 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, That calm'd his frowning face, That sprinkled o'er the burning throne, And turn'd the wrath to grace. 4 Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword. 5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are open'd by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne. 6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring Great Advocate on high: And glory to th' eternal King That lays his fury by. Hymn 2:109. The darkness of providence. 1 Lord, we adore thy vast designs, Th' obscure abyss of providence, Too deep to sound with mortal lines Too dark to view with feeble sense. 2 Now thou array'st thine awful face In angry frowns, without a smile; We thro' the cloud believe thy grace, Secure of thy compassion still. 3 Thro' seas and storms of deep distress We sail by faith and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness Through all the briers and the night. 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Resolve to scourge us here below, Still we must lean upon our God, Thine arm shall bear us safely thro'. Hymn 2:110. Triumph over death in hope of the resurrection. 1 And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh. 3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape and every face Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Hymn 2:111. Thanksgiving for victory; or, God's dominion and our deliverance. 1 Zion rejoice, and Judah sing; The Lord assumes his throne; Let Britain own the heavenly King, And make his glories known. 2 The great, the wicked, and the proud, From their high seats are hurl'd; Jehovah rides upon a cloud, And thunders thro' the world. 3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills, Distributes mortal crowns, Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles, And totter at his frowns. 4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide, Are vanquish'd by his breath; And legions arm'd with power and pride Descend to watery death. 5 Let tyrants make no more pretence To vex our happy land; Jehovah's Name is our defence, Our buckler is his hand. 6 [Long may the King our Sovereign live To rule us by his word; And all the honours he can give Be offer'd to the Lord.] Hymn 2:112. Angels ministering to Christ and saints. 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 their armies wait, And swift as flames of fire they move, To manage his affairs of state In works of vengeance or of love. 3 His orders run thro' all their hosts, Legions descend at his command To shield and guard the British coasts, When foreign rage invades our land. 4 Now they are sent to guide our feet Up to the gates of thine abode, Thro' all the dangers that we meet In travelling the heavenly road. 5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground, And thou shall bid me rise and come, Send a beloved angel down Safe to conduct my spirit home. Hymn 2:113. The same. 1 The majesty of Solomon! How glorious to behold The servants waiting round his throne, The ivory and the gold. 2 But, mighty God, thy palace shines With far superior beams; Thine angel-guards are swift as winds, Thy ministers are flames. 3 [Soon as thine only Son had made His entrance on this earth, A shining army downward fled To celebrate his birth. 4 And when oppress'd with pains and fears On the cold ground he lies, Behold a heavenly form appears T' allay his agonies.] 5 Now to the hands of Christ our King Are all their legions given; They wait upon his saints, and bring His chosen heirs to heaven. 6 Pleasure and praise run thro' their host To see a sinner turn; Then Satan has a captive lost, And Christ a subject born. 7 But there's an hour of brighter joy, When he his angels sends Obstinate rebels to destroy, And gather in his friends. 8 O! could I say, without a doubt, There shall my soul be found, Then let the great archangel shout, And the last trumpet sound. Hymn 2:114. Christ's death, victory and dominion. 1 I sing my Saviour'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 His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and renown, When thro' the regions of the dead He pass'd to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at his Father's side Sits our victorious Lord; To heaven and hell his hands divide The vengeance or reward. 5 The saints from his propitious eye Await their several crowns, And all the sons of darkness fly The terror of his frowns. Hymn 2:115. God the avenger of his saints; or, His kingdom. 1 High as the heavens above the ground Reigns the Creator God; Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod. 2 Let princes of exalted state To him ascribe their crown, Render their homage at his feet, And cast their glories down. 3 Know that his kingdom is supreme, Your lofty thoughts are vain; He calls you gods, that awful name, But ye must die like men. 4 Then let the sovereigns of the globe Not dare to vex the just; He puts on vengeance like a robe, And treads the worms to dust. 5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise, And think on heaven with fear; The meanest saint that you despise Has an avenger there. Hymn 2:116. Mercies and thanks. 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted head. 3 All that I am, and all I have Shall be for ever thine, Whate'er my duty bids me give My cheerful hands resign. 4 Yet if I might make some reserve, And duty did not call, I love my God with zeal so great That I should give him all. Hymn 2:117. Living and dying with God present. 1 I cannot bear thine absence, Lord, My life expires if thou depart; Be thou, my heart, still near my God, And thou, my God, be near my heart. 2 I was not born for earth and sin, Nor can I live on things so vile; Yet I would stay my Father's time, And hope and wait for heaven a while. 3 Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace Let me resign my fleeting breath, And with a smile upon my face Pass the important hour of death. Hymn 2:118. The priesthood of Christ. 1 Blood has a voice to pierce the skies _Revenge_, the blood of Abel cries; But the dear stream when Christ was slain Speaks _Peace_ as loud from ev'ry vein. 2 Pardon and peace from God on high, Behold he lays his vengeance by, And rebels that deserv'd his sword, Become the favourites of the Lord. 3 To Jesus let our praises rise, Who gave his life a sacrifice; Now he appears before his God, And for our pardon pleads his blood. Hymn 2:119. The holy scriptures. 1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord, And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage: Here I behold my Saviour's face Almost in every page. 3 [This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown, That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own.] 4 [Here consecrated water flows To quench my thirst of sin; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein.] 5 This is the Judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, Thro' all this gloomy vale. 6 O may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command; Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to thy right-hand. Hymn 2:120. The law and gospel joined in scripture. 1 The Lord declares his will, And keeps the world in awe; Amidst the smoke on 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, Th' epistles of his love. 3 These sacred words impart Our Maker's just commands; The pity of his melting heart, And vengeance of his hands. 4 [Hence we awake our fear, We draw our comfort hence; The arms of grace are treasur'd here, And armour of defence. 5 We learn Christ crucify'd, And here behold his blood: All arts and knowledges beside Will do us little good.] 6 We read the heavenly word, We take the offer'd grace, Obey the statutes of the Lord, And trust his promises. 7 In vain shall Satan rage Against a book divine; Where wrath and lightning guard the page, Where beams of mercy shine. Hymn 2:121. The law and gospel distinguished. 1 The law commands, and makes us know What duties to our God we owe; But 'tis the gospel must reveal Where lies our strength to do his will. 2 The law discovers guilt and sin, And shews how vile our hearts have been; Only the gospel can express Forgiving love and cleansing grace. 3 What curses doth the law denounce Against the man that fails but once! But in the gospel Christ appears Pardoning the guilt of numerous years. 4 My soul, no more attempt to draw Thy life and comfort from the law, Fly to the hope the gospel gives; The man that trusts the promise lives. Hymn 2:122. Retirement and meditation. 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 heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour 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. 4 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God I find. Hymn 2:123. The benefit of public ordinances. 1 Away from every mortal care, Away from earth our souls retreat; We leave this worthless world afar, And wait and worship near thy seat. 2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace We see thy feet, and we adore; We gaze upon thy lovely face, And learn the wonders of thy power. 3 While here our various wants we mourn, United groans ascend on high, And prayer bears a quick return Of blessings in variety. 4 [If Satan rage and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word; We gird the gospel armour on To fight the battles of the Lord. 5 Or if our spirit faints and dies, (Our conscience gall'd with inward stings) Here doth the righteous sun arise With healing beams beneath his wings.] 6 Father, my soul would still abide Within thy temple, near thy side; But if my feet must hence depart Still keep thy dwelling in my heart. Hymn 2:124. Moses, Aaron, and Joshua. 1 'Tis not the law of ten commands On holy Sinai given, Or sent to men by Moses' hands, Can bring us safe to heaven. 2 'Tis not the blood which Aaron spilt, Nor smoke of sweetest smell, Can buy a pardon for our guilt, Or save our souls from hell. 3 Aaron the priest resigns his breath At God's immediate will; And in the desert yields to death Upon th' appointed hill. 4 And thus on Jordan's yonder side The tribes of Israel stand, While Moses bow'd his head and dy'd Short of the promis'd land. 5 Israel rejoice, now Joshua * leads, He'll bring your tribes to rest; So far the Saviour's name exceeds The ruler and the priest. * Joshua, the same with Jesus, and signifies a Saviour. Hymn 2:125. Faith and repentance; unbelief and impenitence. 1 Life and immortal joys are given To those that mourn the sins they've done, Children of wrath made heirs of heaven By faith in God's eternal Son. 2 Woe to the wretch that never felt The inward pangs of pious grief, But adds to all his crying guilt The stubborn sin of unbelief. 3 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. Hymn 2:126. God glorified in the gospel. 1 The Lord, descending from above, Invites his children near, While power and truth and boundless love Display their glories here. 2 Here in thy gospel's wondrous frame Fresh wisdom we pursue; A thousand angels learn thy Name Beyond whate'er they knew. 3 Thy Name is writ in fairest lines, Thy wonders here we trace; Wisdom thro' all the mystery shines, And shines in Jesu's face. 4 The law its best obedience owes To our incarnate God; And thy revenging justice shows Its honours in his blood. 6 But still the lustre of thy grace Our warmer thoughts employs, Gilds the whole scene with brighter rays, And more exalts our joys. Hymn 2:127. Circumcision and baptism. (Written only for those who practise infant baptism.) 1 Thus did the sons of Abrah'm pass Under the bloody seal of grace; The young disciples bore the yoke, Till Christ the painful bondage broke. 2 By milder ways doth Jesus prove His Father's covenant, and his love; He seals to saints his glorious grace, And not forbids their infant race. 3 Their seed is sprinkled with his blood, Their children set apart for God, His Spirit on their offspring shed, Like water pour'd upon the head. 4 Let every saint with cheerful voice In this large covenant rejoice; Young children in their early days Shall give the God of Abrah'm praise. Hymn 2:128. Corrupt nature from Adam. 1 Bless'd with the joy of innocence Adam, our father, stood, Till he debas'd his soul to sense, And ate th' unlawful food. 2 Now we are born a sensual race, To sinful joys inclin'd; Reason has lost its native place, And flesh enslaves the mind. 3 While flesh and sense and passion reigns, Sin is the sweetest good: We fancy music in our chains, And so forget the load. 4 Great God, renew our ruin'd frame, Our broken powers restore, Inspire us with a heavenly flame, And flesh shall reign no more. 5 Eternal Spirit, write thy law Upon our inward parts, And let the second Adam draw His image on our hearts. Hymn 2:129. We walk by faith, not by sight. 1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk thro' deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies, She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert thro', While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Tho' 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, And fir'd his zeal along the road. Hymn 2:130. The new creation. 1 Attend while God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew; "Behold I sit upon my throne Creating all things new. 2 "Nature and sin are pass'd away, And the old Adam dies; "My hands a new foundation lay, "See the new world arise. 3 "I'll be a sun of righteousness "To the new-heavens I make; "None but the new-born heirs of grace "My glories shall partake." 4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free From my old state of sin; O make my soul alive to thee, Create new powers within. 5 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. 6 Far from the regions of the dead, From sin, and earth, and hell, In the new-world that grace has made I would for ever dwell. Hymn 2:131. The excellency of the Christian religion. 1 Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in thy word. 2 [What if we trace the globe around, And search from Britain to Japan, There shall be no religion found So just to God, so safe for man.] 3 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 4 How well thy blessed truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises how firm they be! How firm our hope and comfort stands! 5 [Not the feign'd fields of heathenish bliss Could raise such pleasures in the mind; Nor does the Turkish paradise Pretend to joys so well refin'd.] 6 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I'd call them vanity and lies And bind the gospel to my heart. Hymn 2:132. The offices of Christ. 1 We bless the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace; Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We reverence our High Priest above, Who offer'd up his blood, And lives to carry on his love, By pleading with our God. 3 We honour our exalted King, How sweet are his commands! He guards our souls from hell and sin By his almighty hands. 4 Hosanna to his glorious Name, Who saves by different ways; His mercies lay a sovereign claim To our immortal praise. Hymn 2:133. The operations of the Holy Spirit. 1 Eternal Spirit! we confess And sing the wonders of thy grace; Thy power conveys our blessings down From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlighten'd by thine heavenly ray Our shades and darkness turn to day; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge too. 3 Thy power and glory works within, And breaks the chains of reigning sin, Doth our imperious lusts subdue, And forms our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice, Thy cheering words awake our joys; Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind. Hymn 2:134. Circumcision abolished. 1 The promise was divinely free, Extensive was the grace; "I will the God of Abrah'm be, "And of his numerous race." 2 He said; and with a bloody seal Confirm'd the words he spoke; Long did the Sons of Abrah'm feel The sharp and painful yoke. 3 Till God's own Son, descending low, Gave his own flesh to bleed; And Gentiles taste the blessing now, From the hard bondage freed. 4 The God of Abrah'm claims our praise, His promises endure; And Christ the Lord in gentler ways Makes the salvation sure. Hymn 2:135. Types and prophecies of Christ. 1 Behold the woman's promis'd seed! Behold the great Messiah come! Behold the prophets all agreed To give him the superior room! 2 Abrah'm the saint rejoic'd of old When visions of the Lord he saw; Moses the man of God foretold This great fulfiller of his law. 3 The types bore witness to his Name, Obtain'd their chief design, and ceas'd; The incense and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the priest. 4 Predictions in abundance meet To join their blessings on his head; Jesus, we worship at thy feet, And nations own the promis'd seed. Hymn 2:136. Miracles at the birth of Christ. 1 The King of Glory sends his Son To make his entrance on this earth! Behold the midnight bright as noon, And heavenly hosts declare his birth! 2 About the young Redeemer's head What wonders and what glories meet! An unknown star arose, and led The eastern sages to his feet. 3 Simeon and Anna both conspire The Infant-Saviour to proclaim; Inward they felt the sacred fire, And bless'd the babe, and own'd his Name. 4 Let Jews and Greeks blaspheme aloud, And treat the holy Child with scorn; Our souls adore th' eternal God Who condescended to be born. Hymn 2:137. Miracles in the life, death, 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. 3 He dies; the heavens in mourning stood; He rises, and appears a God; Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence and for ever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign Which bear credentials so divine. Hymn 2:138. The power of the gospel. 1 This is the word of truth and love, Sent to the nations from above; Jehovah here resolves to shew What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find To heal diseases of the mind: This sovereign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruin'd creature, man. 3 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 [Where Satan reign'd in shades of night The gospel strikes a heavenly light; Our lusts its wondrous power controls, And calms the rage of angry souls.] 5 [Lions and beasts of savage name Put on the nature of the lamb; Whilst the wild world esteems it strange Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.] 6 May but this grace my soul renew, Let sinners gaze and hate me too; The word that saves me does engage A sure defence from all their rage. Hymn 2:139. The example of Christ. 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 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 victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God the Judge shall own my name, Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Hymn 2:140. The example: of Christ and the saints. 1 Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came, They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast;) And following their incarnate God Possess the promis'd rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Shew the same path to heaven. Hymn 2:141. Faith assisted by sense; or, Preaching, baptism, and the Lord's Supper. 1 My Saviour-God, my Sovereign-Prince Reigns far above the skies; But brings his graces down to sense, And helps my faith to rise. 2 My eyes and ears shall bless his Name, They read and hear his word; My touch and taste shall do the same When they receive the Lord. 3 Baptismal water is design'd To seal his cleansing grace; While at his feast of bread and wine He gives his saints a place. 4 But not the waters of a flood Can make my flesh so clean, As by his Spirit and his blood He'll wash my soul from sin. 5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines, So much my heart refresh, As when my faith goes thro' the signs, And feeds upon his flesh. 6 I love the Lord, that stoops so low To give his word a seal; But the rich grace his hands bestow Exceeds the figures still. Hymn 2:142. Faith in Christ our sacrifice. 1 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 heavenly Lamb Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. Hymn 2:143. Flesh and spirit. 1 What different powers of grace and sin Attend our mortal state! I hate the thoughts that work within, And do the works I hate. 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, While sin and Satan reign: Now raise my songs of triumph high, For grace prevails again. 3 So darkness struggles with the light Till perfect day arise; Water and fire maintain the fight Until the weaker dies. 4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive, And vex and break my peace; But I shall quit this mortal life, And sin for ever cease. Hymn 2:144. The effusion of the Spirit; or, The success of the gospel. 1 Great was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met; Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave! And power to kill, and power to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. 3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth From east to west, from south to north; "Go, and assert your Saviour's cause, "Go, spread the mystery of his cross." 4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are To make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by these heavenly arms subdu'd; While Satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. 6 Great King of Grace, my heart subdue, I would be led in triumph too, A willing captive to my Lord, And sing the victories of his word. Hymn 2:145. Sight through a glass, and face to face. 1 I love the windows of thy grace Thro' which my Lord is seen, And long to meet my Saviour's face Without a glass between. 2 O, that the happy hour were come To change my faith to sight! I shall behold my Lord at home In a diviner light. 3 Haste, my beloved, and remove These interposing days: Then shall my passions all be love, And all my powers be praise. Hymn 2:146. The vanity of creatures; or, No rest on earth. 1 Man has a soul of vast desires, He burns within with restless 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. 3 So when a raging fever burns We shift from side to side by turns, And 'tis a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and dust; Cure the vile fever of the mind, And feed our souls with joys refin'd. Hymn 2:147. The creation of the world, Gen. 1. 1 "Now let a spacious world arise," Said the Creator-Lord: At once the obedient earth and skies Rose at his sovereign word. 2 [Dark was the deep; the waters lay Confus'd and drown'd the land: He call'd the light; the new-born day Attends on his command. 3 He bids the clouds ascend on high; The clouds ascend and bear A watery treasure to the sky, And float on softer air. 4 The liquid element below Was gather'd by his hand; The rolling seas together flow, And leave the solid land. 5 With herbs and plants, a flowery birth, The naked globe he crown'd, Ere there was rain to bless the earth, Or sun to warm the ground. 6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies; Behold the sun appears, The moon and stars in order rise To make our months and years, 7 Out of the deep th' almighty King Did vital beings frame; The painted fowls of every wing, And fish of every name.] 8 He gave the lion and the worm At once their wondrous birth; And grazing beasts of various form, Rose from the teeming earth. 9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay, Tho' sovereign of the rest, Design'd for nobler ends than they, With God's own image bless'd. 10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye The young creation stood; He saw the building from on high, His word pronounc'd it good. 11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands, Thy praise shall fill my tongue; But the new world of grace demands A more exalted song. Hymn 2:148. God reconciled in Christ. 1 Dearest of all the names above My Jesus, and my God, Who can resist thy heavenly 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. 3 Till God in human flesh I see, My thoughts no comfort find; The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terrors to my mind. 4 But if Immanuel's face appear, My hope, my joy, begins; His Name forbids my slavish fear, His grace removes my sins. 5 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love th' incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust. Hymn 2:149. Honour to Magistrates; or, Government from God. 1 Eternal Sovereign of the sky, And Lord of all below, We mortals to thy majesty Our first obedience owe. 2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme, And bless thy providence For magistrates of meaner name, Our glory and defence. 3 [The crowns of British princes shine With rays above the rest, Where laws and liberties combine To make the nation bless'd.] 4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand, While virtue finds reward; And sinners perish from the land By justice and the sword. 5 Let Cesar's due be ever paid To Cesar and his throne; But consciences and souls were made To be the Lord's alone. Hymn 2:150. The deceitfulness of sin. 1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts To practise on the mind; With flattering looks she tempts our hearts But leaves a sting behind. 2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the soul of heavenly things, And chains it down to sense. 4 So on a tree divinely fair Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood. Hymn 2:151. Prophesy 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 heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirm'd the messages they brought; The prophet's pen succeeds his breath To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who dy'd for me. 4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost and vanish in the wind; Here I can fix my hopes secure, This is thy word, and must endure. Hymn 2:152. Sinai and Sion, Heb. 12. 18 &c. 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 Sion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold th' innumerable host Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just Whose faith is turn'd to sight! 4 Behold the bless'd assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven; And God the judge of all declares Their vilest sins forgiven. 5 The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make; All join in Christ their living head, And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest: The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest. Hymn 2:153. The distemper, folly, and madness of sin. 1 Sin like a venomous disease Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign 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 The inward fire assuage. 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 they feel, We drink the poisonous gall, And rush with fury down to hell; But heaven prevents the fall.] 6 [The man possess'd amongst the tombs, Cuts his own flesh and cries; He foams, and raves, till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.] Hymn 2:154. Self-righteousness insufficient. 1 "Where are the mourners, [1] (saith the Lord) "That wait and tremble at my word, "That walk in darkness all the day? "Come, make my name your trust and stay. 2 ["No works nor duties of your own "Can for the smallest sin atone; "The robes [2] that nature may provide "Will not your least pollutions hide. 3 "The softest couch that nature knows "Can give the conscience no repose: "Look to my righteousness, and live; "Comfort and peace are mine to give.] 4 "Ye sons of pride that kindle coals "With your own hands to warm your souls, "Walk in the light of your own fire, "Enjoy the sparks that ye desire. 5 "This is your portion at my hands; "Hell waits you with her iron bands, "Ye shall lie down in sorrow there, "In death, in darkness, and despair." [1] Isaiah 1:10-11. [2] Isaiah 28:20. Hymn 2:155. Christ our passover. 1 Lo the destroying angel flies To Pharaoh's stubborn land: The pride and flower of Egypt dies By his vindictive hand. 2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er, Nor pour'd the wrath divine; He saw the blood on every door, And bless'd the peaceful sign. 3 Thus th' appointed Lamb must bleed To break th' Egyptian yoke; Thus Israel is from bondage freed, And 'scapes the angel's stroke. 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too With blood so rich as thine, Justice no longer would pursue This guilty soul of mine. 5 Jesus our passover was slain, And has at once procur'd Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, And God's avenging sword. Hymn 2:156. Presumption and despair; or, Satan's various temptations. 1 I hate the tempter and his charms, I hate his flattering breath; The serpent takes a thousand forms To cheat our souls to death. 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, Or kills with slavish fear; And holds us still in wide extremes, Presumption, or despair. 3 Now he persuades, "How easy 'tis "To walk the road to heaven;" Anon he swells our sins, and cries, "They cannot be forgiven." 4 [He bids young sinners, "Yet forbear "To think of God or death; "For prayer and devotion are "But melancholy breath." 5 He tells the aged, "They must die, "And 'tis too late to pray; "In vain for mercy now they cry, "For they have lost their day."] 6 Thus he supports his cruel throne By mischief and deceit; And drags the sons of Adam down To darkness and the pit. 7 Almighty God, cut short his power, Let him in darkness dwell; And, that he vex the earth no more, Confine him down to hell. Hymn 2:157. The same. 1 Now Satan comes with dreadful roar, And threatens to destroy; He worries whom he can't devour With a malicious joy. 2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage, Resist, and he'll be gone; Thus did our dearest Lord engage And vanquish him alone. 3 Now he appears almost divine Like innocence and love, But the old serpent lurks within When he assumes the dove. 4 Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, Ye Sons of Adam, fly; Our parents found the snare too strong, Nor should the children try. Hymn 2:158. Few saved; or, The almost Christian, the hypocrite, and apostate. 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shews a narrower 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 heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteem'd almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 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. Hymn 2:159. An unconverted state; or, Converting grace. 1 [Great King of Glory and of grace, We own with humble shame, How vile is our degenerate 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 [Daily we break thy holy laws, And then reject thy grace; Engag'd in the old serpent's cause Against our Maker's face.] 4 We live estrang'd afar from God, And love the distance well; With haste we run the dangerous road That leads to death and hell. 5 And can such rebels be restor'd? Such natures made divine? Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, And feel this power of thine. 6 We raise our Father's name on high, Who his own Spirit sends To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends. Hymn 2:160. 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 might leave their graves, As old transgressors cease to sin. 3 Where vice has held its empire long 'Twill not endure the least control; None but a power divinely strong Can turn the current of the soul. 4 Great God, I own thy power divine, That works to change this heart of mine; I would be form'd anew, and bless The wonders of creating grace. Hymn 2:161. Christian virtues; or, The difficulty of conversion. 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 deny'd, The mind and will renew'd: Passion suppress'd, and patience try'd, And vain desires subdu'd. 3 [Flesh is a dangerous foe to grace, Where it prevails and rules; Flesh must be humbled, pride abas'd, Lest they destroy our souls. 4 The love of gold be banish'd hence, (That vile idolatry); And every member, every sense In sweet subjection lie.] 5 The tongue, that most unruly power, Requires a strong restraint; We must be watchful every hour, And pray, but never faint. 6 Lord, can a feeble helpless worm Fulfil a task so hard? Thy grace must all my work perform, And give the free reward. Hymn 2:162 Meditation of heaven; or, The joy of faith. 1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies And look within the veil; There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail. 2 There I behold with sweet delight The blessed Three in One; And strong affections fix my sight On God's incarnate Son. 3 His promise stands for ever firm, His grace shall ne'er depart; He binds my name upon his arm, And seals it on his heart. 4 Light are the pains that' nature brings, How short our sorrows are, When with eternal future things, The present we compare! 5 I would not be a stranger still To that celestial place, Where I for ever hope to dwell Near my Redeemer's face. Hymn 2:163. Complaint of desertion and temptations. 1 Dear Lord, behold our sore distress; Our sins attempt to reign; Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace, And let thy foes be slain. 2 [The lion with his dreadful roar Affrights thy feeble sheep; Reveal the glory of thy power, And chain him to the deep. 3 Must we indulge a long despair, Shall our petitions die; Our mournings never reach thine ear, Nor tears affect thine eye?] 4 If thou despise a mortal groan, Yet hear a Saviour's blood; An Advocate so near the throne Pleads and prevails with God. 5 He bought the Spirit's powerful sword To slay our deadly foes; Our sins shall die beneath thy word, And hell in vain oppose. 6 How boundless is our Father's grace, In height and depth, and length! He makes his Son our righteousness, His Spirit is our strength. Hymn 2:164. The end of the world. 1 Why should this earth delight us so? Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds where sorrows grow, And every pleasure dies? 2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares Our comforts to devour, There is a land above the stars, And joys above his power. 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die, The sun must end his race, The earth and sea for ever fly Before my Saviour's face. 4 When will that glorious morning rise! When the last trumpet sound, And call the nations to the skies From underneath the ground? Hymn 2:165. Unfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsanctified affections. 1 Long have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word! 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place And hear almost in vain; How small a portion of thy grace My memory can retain! 3 [My dear Almighty, and my God, How little art thou known By all the judgments of thy rod, And blessings of thy throne!] 4 [How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear! How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there!] 5 Great God, thy sovereign power impart To give thy word success: Write the salvation in my heart, And make me learn the grace. 6 [Shew my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.] Hymn 2:166. The divine perfections. 1 How shall I praise th' eternal God, That infinite unknown? Who can ascend his high abode, Or venture near his throne? 2 [The great Invisible! he dwells Conceal'd in dazzling light; But his all-searching eye reveals The secrets of the night. 3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep Survey the world around; His wisdom is a boundless deep Where all our thoughts are drown'd.] 4 [Speak we of strength? His arm is strong To save or to destroy: Infinite years his life prolong, And endless is his joy.] 5 [He knows no shadow of a change, Nor alters his decrees; Firm as a rock his truth remains To guard his promises.] 6 [Sinners before his presence die; How holy is his Name! His anger and his jealousy Burn like devouring flame.] 7 Justice upon a dreadful throne Maintains the rights of God; While Mercy sends her pardons down, Bought with a Saviour's blood. 8 Now to my soul, immortal King, Speak some forgiving word; Then 't will be double joy to sing The glories of my Lord. Hymn 2:167. The divine perfections. 1 Great God, thy glories shall employ My holy fear, my humble joy; My lips in songs of honour bring Their tribute to th' eternal King. [2 Earth and the stars and worlds unknown, Depend precarious on his throne, All nature hangs upon his word, And grace and glory own their Lord.] 3 [His sovereign power what mortal knows? If he command who dares oppose? With strength he girds himself around, And treads the rebels to the ground.] 4 [Who shall pretend to teach him skill? Or guide the counsels of his will? His wisdom like a sea divine, Flows deep and high beyond our line.] 5 [His Name is holy, and his eye Burns with immortal jealousy; He hates the sons of pride, and sheds His fiery vengeance on their heads.] 6 [The beamings of his piercing sight Bring dark hypocrisy to light; Death and destruction naked lie, And hell uncover'd to his eye.] 7 [Th' eternal law before him stands; His justice with impartial hands Divides to all their due reward, Or by the sceptre or the sword.] 8 [His mercy like a boundless sea Washes our loads of guilt away, While his own Son came down and dy'd, T' engage his justice on our side.] 9 [Each of his words demands my faith, My soul can rest on all he saith; His truth inviolably keeps The largest promise of his lips.] 10 O tell me with a gentle voice, "Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice! Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim The brightest honours of thy Name. Hymn 2:168. The same. 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 Thro' all his works his wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs; His power is sovereign to fulfil The noblest counsels of his will. 4 And will this glorious Lord descend To be my father and my friend? Then let my songs with angels join; Heaven is secure if God be mine. Hymn 2:169. As the 148th Psalm. The same. 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns His throne is built on high; The garments he assumes 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 Thro' all his ancient works Surprising wisdom shines, Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their curs'd designs: Strong is his arm, And shall fulfil His great decrees, His sovereign will. 4 And can this mighty King Of Glory condescend? And will he write his Name, "My Father and my Friend?" I love his Name, I love his word; Join all my powers, And praise the Lord. Hymn 2:170. God incomprehensible and sovereign. 1 Can creatures to perfection find [1] Th' eternal uncreated mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? 2 'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell, And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high. 3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise, Born like a wild young colt he flies Thro' all the follies of his mind, And swells and snuffs the empty wind. 4 God is a King of power unknown, Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why, or what he does? 5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole; He calms the tempest of the soul; When he shuts up in long despair Who can remove the heavy bar? 6 He frowns, [2] and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars [3] of heaven's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted heaven its form, The crooked serpent and the worm; He breaks the billows with his breath, And smites the Sons of pride to death. 8 These are a portion of his ways, But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? [1] Job 11:7 &c. [2] Job 25:5. [3] Job 26:11 &c. End of the Second Book. Hymns. Book 3. Prepared for the Lord's Supper. Hymn 3:1. The Lord's Supper instituted, 1 Corinthians 11:23 &c. 1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night When powers 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 began He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake: What love thro' all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 "This is my body broke for sin, "Receive and eat the living food:" Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine; "'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn; And justice pour'd upon his head Its heavy vengeance in our stead. 5 For us his vital blood was spilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt, When for black crimes of biggest size He gave his soul a sacrifice.] 6 "Do this, (he cry'd) till time shall end, "In memory of your dying Friend; "Meet at my table, and record "The love of your departed Lord." 7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We shew thy death, we sing thy Name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage-supper of the Lamb.] Hymn 3:2. Communion with Christ, and with saints, 1 Cor. 10. 16 17. 1 [Jesus invites his saints To meet around his board; Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gives his flesh, He bids us drink his blood, Amazing favour! matchless grace Of our descending God!] 3 This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one; We the young children of his love, And he the first-born Son. 5 We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the head. 6 Let all our powers be join'd His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise. Hymn 3:3. The new testament in the blood of Christ; or, The new covenant sealed. 1 "The promise of my Father's love "Shall stand for ever good;" He said, and gave his soul to death, And seal'd the grace with blood. 2 To this dear covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal th' engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim. 3 Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace, And glory shall be mine; My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my powers are thine. 4 I call that legacy my own Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death. 5 Sweet is the memory of his Name, Who bless'd us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal. Hymn 3:4. Christ's dying love; or, Our pardon bought at a dear price. 1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave his soul up to the stroke, Without a murmuring word.] 3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows But cost his heart a groan.] 4 This was compassion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. 5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great: Well he remembers Calvary, Nor lets his saints forget. 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he dy'd; And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' his wounded side.] 7 [Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus' dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move.] 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And with our joy for pardon'd guilt Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. Hymn 3:5. Christ the bread of life, John 6. 31 35 39. 1 Let us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal bread. 2 [The manna came from lower skies, But Jesus from above, Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise And rivers flow with love. 3 The Jews the fathers dy'd at last, Who ate that heavenly bread; But these provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.] 4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men; And often spreads his table fresh, Lest we should faint again. 5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath While Jesus finds supplies; Nor shall our graces sink to death, For Jesus never dies. 6 [Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come; His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.] Hymn 3:6. The memorial of our absent Lord, John 16. 16. Luke 22. 19. John 14. 3. 1 Jesus is gone above the skies, Where our weak senses reach him not And carnal objects court our eyes To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face; And to refresh our minds he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 3 The Lord of life this table spread With his own flesh and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless the God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live for ever near his face. 6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills Whence our returning Lord shall come; We wait thy chariot's awful wheels To fetch our longing spirits home.] Hymn 3:7. Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ, Gal. 6. 14. 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, 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 his blood. 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 crown? 4 [His dying crimson like a robe Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.] 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Hymn 3:8. The tree of life. 1 Come let us join a joyful tune To our exalted Lord, Ye saints on high around his throne, And we around his board. 2 While once upon this lower ground Weary and faint ye stood, What dear refreshments here ye found From this immortal food! 3 The tree of life that near the throne In heaven's high garden grows, Laden with grace, bends gently down Its ever-smiling boughs. 4 [Hovering amongst the leaves there stands The sweet celestial Dove, And Jesus on the branches hangs The banner of his love.] 5 ['Tis a young heaven of strange delight While in his shade we sit; His fruit is pleasing to the sight, And to the taste as sweet. 6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts, And cheers the drooping mind; Vigour and joy the juice imparts Without a sting behind.] 7 Now let the flaming weapon stand And guard all Eden's trees; There's ne'er a plant in all that land That bears such fruits as these. 8 Infinite grace our souls adore, Whose wondrous hand has made This living branch of sovereign power To raise and heal the dead. Hymn 3:9. The Spirit, the water, and the blood, John 5. 6. 1 [Let all our tongues be one To praise our God on high, Who from his bosom sent his Son To fetch us strangers nigh. 2 Nor let our voices cease To sing the Saviour's Name; Jesus th' ambassador of peace, How cheerfully he came! 3 It cost him cries and tears To bring us near to God; Great was our debt, and he appears To make the payment good.] 4 [My Saviour's pierced side, Pour'd out a double flood; By water we are purify'd And pardon'd by the blood. 5 Infinite was our guilt, But he our Priest atones; On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offer'd with his groans.] 6 Look up, my soul, to him Whose death was thy desert, And humbly view the living stream Flow from his breaking heart. 7 There on the cursed tree In dying pangs he lies, Fulfils his Father's great decree, And all our wants supplies. 8 Thus the Redeemer came By water and by blood; And when the Spirit speaks the same We feel his witness good. 9 While the eternal Three Bear their record above, Here I believe he dy'd for me, And seal my Saviour's love. 10 [Lord, cleanse my soul from sin, Nor let thy grace depart; Great Comforter, abide within, And witness to my heart.] Hymn 3:10. Christ crucified; the wisdom and power of God. 1 Nature with open volume stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of his hands Shews something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 [Here his whole name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove Which of the letters best is writ, The power, the wisdom, or the love.] 4 Here I behold his inmost heart Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart To make the purchas'd pleasure mine. 5 O the sweet wonders of that cross Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 6 I would for ever speak his Name In sounds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. Hymn 3:11. Pardon brought in our senses. 1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are! How heavenly is the place Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast Of his redeeming grace! 2 There the rich bounties of our God, And sweetest glories shine; There Jesus says, that "I am his, "And my Beloved's mine." 3 "Here," (says the kind redeeming Lord, And shews his wounded side) "See here the spring of all your joys, "That open'd when I dy'd." 4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart And tells of all his pain, "All this," says he, "I bore for thee;" And then he smiles again.] 5 What shall we pay our heavenly King For grace so vast as this? He brings our pardon to our eyes, And seals it with a kiss. 6 [Let such amazing loves as these Be sounded all abroad, Such favours are beyond degrees, And worthy of a God.] 7 [To him that wash'd us in his blood Be everlasting praise, Salvation, honour, glory, power, Eternal as his days.] Hymn 3:12. The gospel feast, Luke 14. 16 &c. 1 [How rich are thy provisions Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above, The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heavenly love. 2 Thine ancient family the Jews, Were first invited to the feast; We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste. 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh, But at the gospel call we came And every want receiv'd supply. 4 From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy presence here.] 5 [What shall we pay th' eternal Son, That left the heaven of his abode, And to this wretched earth came down To bring us wanderers back to God? 6 It cost him death to save our lives, To buy our souls it cost his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlasting love is due To him that ransom'd sinners lost; And pity'd rebels when he knew The vast expense his love would cost.] Hymn 3:13. Divine love making a feast, and calling in the guests, Luke 14. 17 22 23. 1 How sweet and awful is the place With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! 2 Here every bowel of our God With soft compassion rolls Here peace and pardon bought with blood Is food for dying souls. 3 [While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest? 4 "Why was I made to hear thy voice, "And enter while there's room? "When thousands make a wretched choice, "And rather starve than come."] 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forc'd us in, Else we had still refus'd to taste, And perish'd in our sin. 6 [Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. 7 We long to see thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice and heart and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.] Hymn 3:14. The song of Simeon, Luke 2. 28; or, A sight of Christ makes death easy. 1 Now have our hearts embrac'd our God, We would forget all earthly charms, And wish to die as Simeon would, With his young Saviour in his arms. 2 Our lips should learn that joyful song, Were but our hearts prepar'd like his; Our souls still willing to be gone, And at thy word depart in peace. 3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord, And view'd salvation with our eyes, Tasted and felt the living word, The bread descending from the skies. 4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb, Hast set his blood before our face, To teach the terrors of thy Name, And show the wonders of thy grace. 5 He is our light; our morning star Shall shine on nations yet unknown; The glory of thine Israel here, And joy of spirits near the throne. Hymn 3:15. Our Lord Jesus at his own table. 1 [The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And blest the food, and sung. 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, But double bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith the same delights we taste As that great favourite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the heavenly bread.] 4 Down from the palace of the skies, Hither the King descends; "Come my beloved, eat, (he cries) "And drink salvation, friends. 5 "[My flesh is food and physic too, "A balm for all your pains; "And the red streams of pardon flow "From these my pierced veins."] 6 Hosanna to his bounteous love For such a taste below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 7 [Come the dear day, the glorious hour That brings our souls to rest! Then we shall need these types no more, But dwell at th' heavenly feast.] Hymn 3:16. The agonies of Christ. 1 Now let our pains be all forgot, Our hearts no more repine, Our sufferings are not worth a thought, When, Lord, compar'd with thine. 2 In lively figures here we see The bleeding Prince of love; Each of us hope he dy'd for me, And then our griefs remove. 3 [Our humble faith here takes her rise, While sitting round his board; And back to Calvary she flies, To view her groaning Lord. 4 His soul, what agonies it felt When his own God withdrew! And the large load of all our guilt Lay heavy on him too. 5 But the divinity within Supported him to bear: Dying he conquer'd hell and sin, And made his triumph there.] 6 Grace, wisdom, justice join'd and wrought The wonders of that day: No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought Can equal thanks repay. 7 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise; Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, And all our lives be praise. Hymn 3:17. Incomparable food; or, The flesh and blood of Christ. 1[We sing th' amazing deeds That grace divine performs; Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds To nourish dying worms. 2 This soul reviving wine, Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood; We thank that sacred flesh of thine For this immortal food.] 3 The banquet that we eat Is made of heavenly things, Earth hath no dainties half so sweet As our Redeemer brings. 4 In vain had Adam sought And search'd his garden round, For there was no such blessed fruit In all the happy ground. 5 Th' angelic host above Can never taste this food, They feast upon their Maker's love, But not a Saviour's blood. 6 On us th' Almighty Lord Bestows this matchless grace, And meets us with some cheering word, With pleasure in his face. 7 Come, all ye drooping saints, And banquet with the King, This wine will drown your sad complaints, And tune your voice to sing. 8 Salvation to the Name Of our adored Christ: Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim His glory in the high'st. Hymn 3:18. The same. 1 Jesus, we bow before thy feet, Thy table is divinely stor'd: Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood, We thank thee, Lord, 'tis generous wine; Mingled with love the fountain flow'd From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heavenly food; In vain we search the globe around For bread so fine, or wine so good. 4 Carnal provisions can at best But cheer the heart, or warm the head, But the rich cordial that we taste Gives life eternal to the dead. 5 Joy to the Master of the feast, His name our souls for ever bless: To God the King, and God the Priest, A loud Hosanna round the place. Hymn 3:19. Glory in the cross; or, Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that dy'd; We hope for heavenly crowns above From a Redeemer crucify'd. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And fling their scandals on thy cause; We come to boast our Saviour'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 above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come. Hymn 3:20. The provisions for the table of our Lord; or, The tree of life, and river of love. 1 Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand, And sing the solemn feast Where sweet celestial dainties stand For every willing guest. 2 [The tree of life adorns the board With rich immortal fruit, And ne'er an angry flaming sword To guard the passage to't. 3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice; The fountain flows above, And runs down streaming for our use In rivulets of love.] 4 The food's prepar'd by heavenly art, The pleasure's well refin'd, They spread new life thro' every heart, And cheer the drooping mind. 5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love, Ye saints that taste his wine, Join with your kindred saints above, In loud hosannas join. 6 A thousand glories to the God That gives such joy as this; Hosanna! let it sound abroad, And reach where Jesus is. Hymn 3:21. The triumphal feast for Christ's victory over sin, and death, and hell. 1 [Come let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise, And join the songs above the sky, Where pleasure never dies. 2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled, And conquer'd when he fell; That rose, and at his chariot-wheels Dragg'd all the powers of hell.] 3 [Jesus the God invites us here To this triumphal feast, And brings immortal blessings down For each redeemed guest.] 4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! How kind his smiles appear! And O what melting words he says To every humble ear! 5 "For you, the children of my love, "It was for you I dy'd; "Behold my hands, behold my feet, "And look into my side. 6 "These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains, "When I came down to free your souls "From misery and chains. 7 "Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword, And plung'd it in my heart; "Infinite pangs for you I bore, "And most tormenting smart. 8 "When hell and all its spiteful powers "Stood dreadful in my way, "To rescue those dear lives of yours "I gave my own away. 9 "But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd, "I ruin'd Satan's throne; "High on my cross I hung, and spy'd "The monster tumbling down. 10 "Now you must triumph at my feast, "And taste my flesh, my blood; "And live eternal ages bless'd, "For 'tis immortal food." 11 Victorious God! what can we pay For favours so divine? We would devote our hearts away To be for ever thine. 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, The tribute of our tongues; But themes so infinite as these Exceed our noblest songs. Hymn 3:22. The compassion of a dying Christ. 1 Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb; 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 heaven resigns his breath, And pours his life out on the ground To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws; He from the threatening set us free, Bore the full vengeance on his cross, And nail'd the curses to the tree.] 4 [The law proclaims no terror now, And Sinai's thunder roars no more; From all his wounds new blessings flow, A sea of joy without a shore. 5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains, And heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood: Bless'd fountain! springing from the veins Of Jesus, our incarnate God.] 6 In vain our mortal voices strive To speak compassion so divine; Had we a thousand lives to give, A thousand lives should all be thine. Hymn 3:23. Grace and glory by the death of Christ. 1 [Sitting around our Father's board We raise our tuneful breath; Our faith beholds her dying Lord, And dooms our sins to death.] 2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, Whence all our pardons rise; The sinner views th' atonement made, And loves the sacrifice. 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross Procure us heavenly crowns; Our highest gain springs from thy loss, Our healing from thy wounds. 4 O 'tis impossible that we, Who dwell in feeble clay, Should equal sufferings bear for thee, Or equal thanks repay. Hymn 3:24. Pardon and strength from Christ. 1 Father, we wait to feel thy grace, To see thy glories shine; The Lord will his own table bless, And make the feast divine. 2 We touch, we taste the heavenly bread, We drink the sacred Cup; With outward forms our sense is fed, Our souls rejoice in hope. 3 We shall appear before the throne Of our forgiving God, Dress'd in the garments of his Son, And sprinkled with his blood. 4 We shall be strong to run the race, And climb the upper sky; Christ will provide our souls with grace, He bought a large supply. 5 [Let us indulge a cheerful frame, For joy becomes a feast; We love the memory of his Name, More than the wine we taste.] Hymn 3:25. Divine glories, and our graces. 1 How are thy glories here display'd, Great God, how bright they shine, While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine! 2 Here thy revenging justice stands And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands Like Jesus on the cross. 3 Thy saints attend with every grace On this great sacrifice; And love appears with cheerful face, And faith with fixed eyes. 4 Our hope in waiting posture sits, To heaven directs her sight; Here every warmer passion meets, And warmer powers unite. 5 Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rising sin destroy; Repentance comes with aching heart, Yet not forbids the joy. 6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight, Let sin for ever die; Then shall our souls be all delight, And every tear be dry. ****** I cannot persuade myself to put a full period to these Divine Hymns, till I have addressed a special song of glory to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in our nation from the Romish church; and thought there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy prejudices in weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of Christian worship. The subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto men, and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise, which is one of the most complete and exalted parts of heavenly worship. I have cast the song into a variety of forms, and have fitted it to a plain version, or a larger paraphrase, to be sung either alone, or at the conclusion of another Hymn. I have added also a few hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christ, in the same manner, and for the same end. Doxologies. Hymn 3:26. 1st. L.M. A song of praise to the ever-blessed Trinity, God in Father, Son, and Spirit. 1 Bless'd be the Father and his love: To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls. 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore. Hymn 3:27. 1st. C. M. 1 Glory to God the Father's Name, Who, from our sinful race, Chose out his favourites to proclaim The honours of his grace. 2 Glory to God the Son be paid, Who dwelt in humble clay, And, to redeem us from the dead, Gave his own life away. 3 Glory to God the Spirit give, From whose almighty power Our souls their heavenly birth derive, And bless the happy hour. 4 Glory to God that reigns above, Th' eternal Three and One, Who by the wonders of his love Has made his nature known. Hymn 3:28. 1st. S. M. 1 Let God the Father live For ever on our tongues; Sinners from his first love derive The ground of all their songs. 2 Ye saints, employ your breath In honour to the Son, Who bought your souls from hell and death By offering up his own. 3 Give to the Spirit praise Of an immortal strain, Whose light and power and grace conveys Salvation down to men. 4 While God the Comforter Reveals our pardon'd sin, O may the blood and water bear The same record within. 5 To the great One and Three That seal this grace in heaven, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal glory given. Hymn 3:29. 2d. L.M. 1 Glory to God the Trinity Whose name has mysteries unknown; In essence One, in person Three; A social nature, yet alone. 2 When all our noblest powers are join'd The honours of thy Name to raise, Thy glories over-match our mind, And angels faint beneath the praise. Hymn 3:30. 2d. C. M 1 The God of mercy be ador'd, Who calls our souls from death, Who saves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath. 2 To praise the Father and the Son And Spirit all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join. Hymn 3:31. 2d. S. M. 1 Let God the Maker's name Have honour, love and fear, To God the Saviour pay the same, And God the Comforter. 2 Father of lights above, Thy mercy we adore, The Son of thy eternal love And Spirit of thy power. Hymn 3:32. 3d. L. M. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Hymn 3:33. Or thus: All glory to thy wondrous Name, Father of mercy, God of love, Thus we exalt the Lord, the Lamb, And thus we praise the heavenly Dove. Hymn 3:34. 3d. C. M. Now let the Father and the Son And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Hymn 3:35. Or thus: Honour to thee, almighty Three, And everlasting One; All glory to the Father be, The Spirit, and the Son. Hymn 3:36. 3d. S. M. Ye angels round the throne And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, love the Son, And bless the Spirit too. Hymn 3:37. Or thus: Give to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his grace Be equal honour done. Hymn 3:38. A song of praise to the blessed Trinity. The 1st, as the 148th Psalm. 1 I give immortal praise To God the Father's love For all my comforts here, And better hopes above; He sent his own Eternal Son, To die for sins That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe; And now he lives, And now he reigns, And sees the fruit Of all his pains. 3 To God the Spirit's Name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes The great design And fills the soul With joy divine. 4 Almighty God, to thee Be endless honours done, The undivided Three, And the mysterious one: Where reason fails With all her powers, There faith prevails, And love adores. Hymn 3:39. The 2d, as the 148th Psalm. 1 To Him that chose us first Before the world began, To Him that bore the curse To save rebellious man, To Him that form'd Our hearts anew, Is endless praise And glory due. 2 The Father's love shall run Thro' our immortal songs, We bring to God the Son Hosannas on our tongues: Our lips address The Spirit's Name With equal praise, And zeal the same. 3 Let every saint above And angel round the throne, For ever bless and love The sacred Three in One: Thus heaven shall raise His honours high When earth and time Grow old and die. Hymn 3:40. The 3d, as the 148th Psalm. To God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise; Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praise: And while our lips Their tribute bring, Our faith adores The name we sing. Hymn 3:41. Or thus: To our eternal God, The Father and the Son, And Spirit all divine, Three mysteries in one, Salvation, power, And praise be given By all on earth And all in heaven. Hymn 3:42. L. M. The Hosanna; or, Salvation ascribed to Christ. 1 Hosanna to King David's Son, Who reigns on a superior throne; We bless the Prince of heavenly birth Who brings salvation down to earth. 2 Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage; Old men and babes in Sion sing The growing glories of her King. Hymn 3:43. C. M. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Grace, Sion, behold her King; Proclaim the Son of David's race, And teach the babes to sing. 2 Hosanna to th' incarnate Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, With blessings on his Name. Hymn 3:44. S. M. Hosanna to the Son Of David and of God, Who brought the news of pardon down, And bought it with his blood, 2 To Christ th' anointed King Be endless blessings given, Let the whole earth his glory sing Who made our peace with heaven. Hymn 3:45. As the 148th Psalm. 1 Hosanna to the King Of David's ancient blood; Behold he comes to bring Forgiving grace from God: Let old and young Attend his way, And at his feet Their honours lay. 2 Glory to God on high, Salvation to the Lamb; Let earth, and sea, and sky His wondrous love proclaim: Upon his head Shall honours rest, And every age Pronounce him blest. End of the Third Book. AN INDEX To find any Hymn by the Title or Contents of it. _Note_, The letters, i ii iii, signify the first, second, end third book: The figures direct to the Hymn. (Transcriber's Note: In this electronic version modern numerals are used; for example, "2:108" refers to "Book 2, Hymn Number 108," and so on.) If you find not what hymn you seek under one word of the title, seek it under another, or by some word that is of the same signification, though perhaps not mentioned in the title of the hymn. Aaron and Christ, 1:145; Moses and Joshua, 2:124. Abraham's blessing on the Gentiles, 1:60, 1:113, 1:114; 2:134; offering his son, 1:129. Absence and presence of God, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100; from God for ever intolerable, 2:107. Access to the throne by a Mediator, 2:108. Adam, his fall, 1:107; corrupt nature from him, 2:128; the first and second, 1:571, 1:124. Adoption, 1:64, 1:143; and election, 1:54. Advocate, see Christ's intercession. Affections inconstant, 2:20; unsanctified, 2:165. Afflicted, Christ's compassion to them, 1:125. Afflictions removed, 1:87; submitted to, 1:5, 1:129; 2:109; support and comfort under them, 2:50, 2:65; and death under providence, 1:83. Almost Christian, 2:158. Ambition, &c. 2:101. Angels sinning, 2:24; standing and falling, 2:27; praise ye the Lord, 2:27; punished, and man saved, 2:96, 2:97; their ministry to Christ and saints, 2:18, 2:112, 2:113. Anger of God, see Wrath, Vengeance, Hell. Answer to the church's prayers, 1:30. Antichrist, his ruin, 1:29, 1:56, 1:59; see Enemies. Apostate, 2:158. Apostles' commission, 1:128. Ascension and resurrection of Christ, 2:76. Assistance against temptations, 1:15, 1:32; 2:50, 2:65. Assurance of heaven, 1:27; 2:65; of the love of Christ, 1:14; 2:73; of faith, 1:103. Attributes, see God. Babylon falling, 1:56, 1:59; see Enemies. Backslidings and returns, 2:20. Baptism, 1:52; preaching, and the Lord's supper, 2:141; and circumcision, 1:121; 2:127, 2:134; burial with Christ in, 1:122. Beatitudes, 1:102. Believe and be saved, 1:100. Believer baptized, 1:52, 1:122. Birth, first and second, 1:95, 1:99; of Christ, miracles at it, 2:136. Blessed are the dead in the Lord, 1:18; society in heaven, 2:33, 2:75. Blessedness and business of heaven, 1:40, 1:41; 2:86; only in God, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100. Blessing of Abraham on the Gentiles, 1:113, 1:114; 2:134. Blood and flesh of Christ is our food, 3:17, 3:18; the seal of the New Testament, 3:3; the Spirit and the water, 3:9. Boasting excluded, 1:96. Bodies frail, see Life, Health, Flesh. Book of God's decrees, 2:99. Bread of life is Christ, 3:5. Breathing towards heaven, 2:23. Britain's God praised, 2:1; for deliverance, 2:92. Burial, 2:63; with Christ in baptism, 1:122; and death of a saint, 2:3. Canaan and heaven, 2:66, 2:124. Carnal joys parted with, 2:10, 2:11; reason humbled, 1:11, 1:12. Ceremonial, see Law, Types, Priest. Characters of the children of God, 1:143; of Christ, 1:146, 1:150; of blessedness, 1:102. Charity and uncharitableness, 1:126; and love, 1:130, 1:133. Children in the covenant of grace, 1:113, 1:114; devoted to God, 1:121; 2:127. Christ, see Lord; and Aaron, 1:145; and Adam, 1:124; his ascension, 2:76; beatific sight of him, 2:75; beloved described, 1:75; the bread of life, 3:5; his care of the young and feeble, 1:125, 1:138; and the church, seeking, finding, &c., see Church; coming to judge, 1:61; his commission, 2:103, 2:104; communion with him, 1:66, 1:71; and saints, 1:67, 1:76; 3:2; compared to inanimate things, 1:146; his coronation and espousals, 1:72; his cross not to be ashamed of, 3:19; crucified, God's wisdom and power, 2:10; David's Son, 1:16, 1:50; his death caused by sin, 2:81; grace and glory by it, 3:23; victory and kingdom, 2:114; his divine nature, 1:2, 1:13, 1:92; 2:51; dwells in heaven, visits the earth, 1:76; enjoyment of him, 2:15, 2:16; his eternity, 1:2, 1:92; example, 2:139; excellences, 1:75; 2:47; faith and knowledge of him, 1:103; his flesh and blood our food, 3:17, 3:18; found and brought to the church, 1:71; his glory in heaven, 2:91; God reconciled in him, 2:148; grace given us in him, 1:137; 2:40; High Priest and King, 1:61; his human and Divine nature, 1:2, 1:13, 1:16; humiliation and exaltation, 1:1, 1:63, 1:141, 1:142; 2:5, 2:43, 2:81, 2:83, 2:84; 3:10, 3:16; his incarnation, 1:1, 1:3, 1:13; intercession, 2:36, 2:37, 2:118; invitation to sinners, 1:127; the King at his table, 1:66; his kingdom among men, 1:3, 1:21; knowledge and faith in him, 1:103; the Lamb of God, 1:1, 1:25, 1:62, 1:63; his love to the church, 1:14, 1:77; under desertion, 2:50; shed abroad in the heart, 1:135; to men, 1:92; lifted up, 1:112; ministered to by angels, 2:112, 2:113; miracles at the birth of Christ, 2:136; miracles in his life, death, and resurrection, 2:137; and Moses, 1:49, 1:118; names and titles, 1:147, 1:148, 1:149; nativity, 1:3, 1:13; obeyed or resisted, 1:93; his offices, 1:149, 1:150; 2:132; pardon and strength from him, 3:24; our Passover, 2:155; his person glorious and gracious, 1:75; 2:47; our Physician, 1:112; his pity to the afflicted and tempted, 1:125; his priesthood, 1:145; 2:118; his presence, see Presence; prophecies and types of him, 2:135; Prophet, Priest, and King, 1:25; 2:132; our Prophet and Teacher, 1:93; redemption, see Redeem; rejected by the Jews, 1:141; resurrection, 2:72, 2:76; is our hope, 1:26; resurrection, life, and death miraculous, 2:137; revealed to men, 1:10; to babes, 1:11, 1:12; righteousness and strength in him, 1:15, 1:84, 1:85, 1:97; righteousness valuable, 1:109; his sacrifice, 2:142; and intercession, 2:118; salvation, righteousness, and strength in him, 1:15, 1:84, 1:85, 1:97, 1:98; our sanctification, 1:97, 1:98; Satan at enmity, 1:107; saints in his hand, 1:138; our Shepherd, 1:67, 1:142; the substance of the types, 2:12; sent by the Father, 1:100; 2:103, 2:104; and godly sorrow, 2:9, 2:106; and glory, 1:1, 1:62, 1:63; 2:43, 2:81, 2:83, 2:84; 3:10; his titles and kingdom, 1:13; triumph over our enemies, 1:28, 1:29; types and prophecies of him, 2:135; victory over Satan, 1:58, 2:89; death and hell, 3:21; unseen and beloved, 1:108; Wisdom of God, 1:92; our wisdom and Righteousness, 1:97, 1:98; worshipped by the creation, 1:62; Christian, see Saints, Spiritual, etc; Religion, its excellency, 2:131; almost, 2:158; virtues, 2:161. Church, see Worship, Saints, Spiritual. its enemies slain by Christ, 1:28, 1:29; conversing with Christ, namely, seeking, finding, calling, answering, 1:66-71; under God's care, 1:39; espousals with Christ, 1:72; beauty in the eyes of Christ, 1:73; the garden of Christ, 1:74. Circumcision abolished, 2:134; and baptism, 1:121; 2:127. Clothing, spiritual, 1:7, 1:40. Comfort in the covenant with Christ, 2:40; Restored, 2:73; see Pardon; in sorrows of mind and body, 2:50, 2:65. Communion With Christ and saints, 3:2; between Christ and the church, 1:66-71; 2:15, 2:16. Compassion of a dying Christ, 3:22; to the afflicted, 1:125. Complaint of a hard heart, 2:98; of desertion and temptations; of dulness, 2:34; of in-dwelling sin, 1:115; of ingratitude, 2:74; of sloth and negligence, 2:25, 2:32. Condemnation by the law, 1:94. Condescension to our worship, 2:45; Affairs, 2:46. Confession and pardon, 1:131. Conscience good, the pleasures of it, 2:57; secure and awakened, 1:115. Constancy in the gospel, 2:4. Contention and love, 1:130. Conversion, 1:104; 2:159; the difficulty of it, 2:161; delayed, 1:88-91; the joy of heaven, 1:101. Conviction of sin by the law, 1:94, 1:115; by the cross of Christ, 2:81, 2:95. Corrupt nature from Adam, 1:57, 107; 2:128, 2:159. Covenant of grace, 1:9; children therein, 1:113, 1:114; sealed and sworn, 1:139; 3:3; hope in it, 1:139; made with Christ, our comfort, 2:40; of works, see Law and Gospel. Covetousness, &c., 1:24; 2:56, 2:101. Courage and constancy, 1:14, 1:15, 1:48; 2:4, 2:65. Creation, 1:92; 2:71, 2:147; new, 2:130; preservation, &c., of this world, 2:13. Creatures praise the Lord, 2:71; love dangerous, 2:48; God above them, 1:82; their vanity, 2:146; Cross of Christ is our glory, 3:19; repentance flowing from it, 2:106; salvation in it, 2:4; crucifixion to the world by it, 3:7. Curse and promise, 1:107, Custom in sin, 2:160. Dangers of our earthly pilgrimage, 2:53; of death and hell, 2:55; of love to the creatures, 2:48. Darkness Dispelled by Christ's presence, 2:54; of providence, 2:109. Day of grace and time of duty, 1:88; of judgment, 1:45, 1:61, 1:65, 1:89, 1:90. Dead In the Lord, their blessedness, 1:18; to sin by the cross of Christ, 1:106. Death, see Christ; And Afflictions under providence, 1:83; terrible to the unconverted, 1:91; made easy by the sight of Christ, 2:31; 3:14; by a sight of heaven, 2:66; God's presence in it, 2:49, 2:117; our fear of it, 2:31; desirable, 1:19; 2:61; overcome, 1:17; triumphed over, 1:6; 2:110; prepared for, 1:27; 2:63; of a sinner, 1:24; 2:2; and burial of a saint, 1:18; 2:3; and eternity, 2:28; and glory, 1:110; 2:61; and the resurrection, 2:3, 2:102, 2:110; of Moses at God's command, 2:49; dreadful and delightful, 2:52. Deceitfulness of sin, 2:150. Decrees of God, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:99. Deity of Christ, 1:2, 1:13, 1:92; 2:51. Delay of conversion, 1:88-91; 2:25, 2:32. Delight in worship, 2:14; in God, 2:42; in converse with Christ, 2:15, 2:16. Deliverance from death and the grave, 2:3; see Enemies, Church; and submission, 1:129; from spiritual enemies, 1:47; 2:65, 2:82, 2:111. Dependence, see Faith. Desertion and temptations complained of, 2:163. Desire of Christ's presence, 2:100; see more in Heaven, Christ, Love, &c. Despair and presumption, 1:115; 2:156, 2:157. Devil vanquished, 1:58; see Victory. Devotion, fervent, desired, 2:34. Difficulty of conversion, 2:161. Disease, see Sickness. Dissolution of this world, 2:13, 2:164. Distemper, folly, and madness of sin, 2:153. Distinguishing love, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:96, 2:97. Divine, see God, Deity, &c. Dominion Of God, and our deliverance, 2:111; eternal, 2:67; over the sea, 2:70. Doubts and fears suppressed, 2:73. Doxologies, 3:26-45. Dulness, spiritual, 2:25. Earth, no rest on it, 2:146; and heaven, 2:10, 2:11, 2:53. Effusion of the Spirit, 2:144. Election excludes boasting, 1:96; free, 1:11, 1:12, 1:54, 1:117; see Decrees. End of the world, 2:164. Enemies of the church disappointed, 2:90, 2:92; salvation from them, 2:82, 2:88; triumphed over by Christ, 1:28, 1:29; see Church, Babylon, Michael. Enjoyment of Christ, 2:15, 2:16; see Worship. Enmity between Christ and Satan, 1:107. Envy and love, 1:130. Espousals of the church to Christ, 1:72. Establishment in grace, 2:82. Eternity of God, 2:17; of his dominion, 2:67; and death, 2:28; succeeding this life, 2:55; see Heaven, Death. Evening and morning hymns, 1:79, 1:80, 1:81; 2:6, 2:7, 2:8. Exaltation, see Christ, Glory, Sufferings, &c. Example of Christ, 2:139; of saints, 2:140. Excellency of the Christian religion, 2:131. Faith in things unseen, 1:120, 2:129. and knowledge of Christ, 1:103; love and joy, 1:108; and unbelief, 2:125; living and dead, 1:140; assisted by sense, 2:141; its joy, 2:162; in Christ our sacrifice, 2:142; and salvation, 1:100; of assurance, 1:103; and sight, 1:110; 2:145; triumphing in Christ, 1:14; for pardon and sanctification, 2:90; faith and reason, 2:87, 2:109. Faithfulness of God's promises, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69. Fall of angels and men, 2:24; and recovery of man, 1:107. Fears and doubts suppressed, 2:73. Feast Of love, 1:68; of triumph, 3:21; of the gospel, 1:7; 3:12, 3:20; made, and guests invited, 3:13. Fellowship, see Communion. Fervency of devotion desired, 2:34. Few saved, 2:158. Flesh And blood of Christ the best food, 3:17, 3:18; our tabernacle, 1:110; and spirit, 2:143. Folly and madness of sin, 2:153. Food, spiritual, 1:7, 1:67, 1:68, 1:74; 2:15; see Feast. Forbearance, see Patience. Forgiveness, see Pardon. Formality in worship, 1:136. Frail, see Life, Health, Forgetfulness, 2:165. Frailty and folly, 2:32. Free, see Grace, Election. Freedom from sin and misery in heaven, 2:86. Funeral thought, 2:61, 2:63; see Death, Burial. Garden of Christ is the church, 1:74. Garment of salvation, 1:7, 1:20. Gentiles, Christ revealed to them, 1:10, 1:13, 1:50; 3:13, 3:14; Abraham's blessing on them, 1:113, 114; 2:134. Glorified martyrs and saints, 1:40, 1:41; body, 2:110. Glory and death, 1:110; 2:61; see Heaven; of God above our reason, 2:87; of Christ in heaven, 2:91; see Christ, and grace by the death of Christ, 3:23; justification and sanctification, 1:3; to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 3:26-41; of God in the gospel, 2:126; and grace in the person of Christ, 2:47; and sufferings of Christ, 2:43; see Sufferings. Glorying in the cross of Christ, 3:19. God all and in all, 2:93, 2:94; his absence, see Absence; his attributes, 2:51, 2:166, 2:169; glorified by Christ, 2:126; 3:10; the avenger of his saints, 2:115; care of his church, 1:39; condescension to human affairs, 2:46; to our worship, 2:45; the Creator and Redeemer, 2:35; our delight, 2:42; our defence, 1:47; dominion over the sea, 2:70; dominion, and our deliverance, 2:111; dwells with the humble, 1:87; eternity, 2:17; eternal dominion, 2:67; everlasting absence intolerable, 2:100, 2:107; far above his creatures, 1:82; the Father, Son, and Spirit, 3:26-41; his faithfulness to his promises, 2:60, 2:69; glory and defence of Sion, 2:64; his glory above our reason, 2:87; his goodness, 2:58, 2:80; his grace, see Grace; government from him, 2:149; holiness, justice, and sovereignty, 1:86; invisible, 2:26; incomprehensible, 2:87, 2:170; his kingdom supreme, 2:115; his love in sending his Son, 1:100; and our neighbour loved, 1:116; our portion or chief good, 2:93, 2:94; his power, 2:80; and goodness, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8; his praise, see Praise; presence in life and at death, 2:115; see Presence; preserver of our lives, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19; promise and truth unchangeable, 1:139; sight of him weans us from earth, 2:41; sovereign, 2:170; terrible majesty, 2:22; and mercy, 2:80; his truth, 2:60, 2:69; vengeance, 2:44, 2:62; Unity and Trinity, 3:26-11; his word, 1:53; wrath and mercy, 1:42. Goodness of God, 2:58, 2:74; see Grace; and power of God, 1:42; 2:80. Gospel feast, 3:12; see Grace, Feast; invitation and provision, 1:7; 3:20; times, their blessedness, 1:10; see Scripture; glorifies God, 2:126; no liberty to sin, 1:106, 1:132, 1:140; not ashamed of it, 1:103; 3:19; and law, 1:94; 2:120, 2:121, 2:124; sinned against, 1:118; its different success, 1:119; 2:144; ministry, 1:10; attested by miracles, 1:128; 2:136, 2:137; its glorious effects, 2:138. Government from God, 2:149. Grace and glory by the death of Christ, 3:23; of the Spirit, 1:102; converting, 2:138, 2:159; in exercise, 3:25; justifies, 1:94; sanctifies and saves, 1:111; not conveyed by parents, 1:99; all-sufficient in duty and sufferings, 1:15, 1:32, 1:104; given in Christ, 1:137; covenant, 1:9; children in it, 1:113, 1:114; and holiness, 1:132; electing, 1:54; its freedom and sovereignty, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:96, 2:97; and glory in the person of Christ, 2:47; adopting, 1:64; persevering, 1:51; promises, 1:7, 1:9; throne accessible by Christ, 2:36, 2:37, 2:108. Gratitude for Divine favours, 2:116 Great Britain's God praised, 2:1. Happiness, see Blessed, Heaven. Hardness of heart, 2:98. Hatred and love, 1:130. Health Preserved, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19; restored, 1:55. Heaven And earth, 2:10, 2:53; and hell, 1:45; invisible and holy, 1:105; meditation of it, 2:162; joy there for repenting sinners, 1:101; its blessedness and business, 1:40, 1:41; the hope of it our support, 2:65; its prospect makes death easy, 2:66; worship of it humble, 2:68; freedom from sin and misery there, 2:86; hoped for by Christ's resurrection, 1:26; insured and prepared for, 1:27; Christ's dwelling-place, 1:76; 2:91 sight of God and Christ there, 2:23; blessed society there, 2:33 desired, 2:68. Heavenly mindedness, 2:57; joy on earth, 2:15, 2:30, 2:59. Hell and death 2:2; and judgment, 1:45, 1:175; 2:62; or the vengeance of God, 2:22, 2:44; the holy fear of it, 2:107. Hezekiah's song, 1:55. Holiness, see Grace, Spiritual, Sanctification, and sovereignty of God, 1:82, 1:86; and grace, 1:132, 1:140; its characters, 1:102. Holy, see Spirit. Honour vain, 1:101; to magistrates, 2:149. Hope of the living, 1:88; gives light and strength, 2:129; in the covenant, 1:139; of heaven by Christ's resurrection, 1:26; of heaven our support under trials, 2:65; of the resurrection, 2:3, 2:110. Hosanna to Christ, 1.16; 2:42, &c. Human affairs condescended to by God, 2:46; nature of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13, 1:60. Humble, God's dwelling, 1:87; enlightened, 1:11, 1:12, 1:50; worship of heaven, 2:68. Humiliation, see Christ, Sufferings, &c. and prayer public, 1:30. Humility And pride, 1:127; and meekness, 1:102; in heaven, 2:68. Hypocrisy and sincerity, 1:136; hypocrite, or almost Christian, 2:158. Ignorance enlightened, 1:11, 1:12; and unfruitfulness, 2:165. Impenitence, 2:125. Incarnation of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13, 1:60. Incomprehensible God, 2:87, 2:170; and invisible, 2:26. Inconstancy of our love, 2:20. Infants, see Children. Ingratitude complained of, 2:74. Inspiration and prophecy, 2:151. Institution of the Lord's supper, 3:1. Insufficiency of self-righteousness, 2:154. Intercession of Christ, 2:36, 2:37, 2:118. Invitation Of Christ answered, 1:70; of the gospel, 1:79, 1:127; 3:13, 3:20. Jealousy of our love to Christ, 1:78. Jesus, see Lord, Christ. Jews, see Moses, Gospel, Christ, Gentiles. John the Baptist's message, 1:50. Joshua, Aaron, and Moses, 2:124. Joy, Faith and love, 1:108; of faith, 2:162; carnal, parted with, 2:10, 2:11; heavenly upon earth, 1:135; 2:30, 2:59; spiritual restored, 2:73; see more in Delight, Comfort. Judgment day, 1:45, 1:61, 1:65, 1:89, 1:90; and hell, 2:62; Christ coming to it, 1:61. Justice, &c. of God, 1:86. Justification, 1:14; see Pardon; by faith, not by works, 1:94, 1:109; sanctification, 1:7, 1:9, 1:20, 1:84, 1:85; 2:90; and glory, 1:3. Kingdom And titles of Christ, 1:13; of Christ among men, 1:21, 1:65; of God eternal, 2:67; supreme, 2:115. Knowledge and faith in Christ, 1:103; saving, from God, 1:11. 1:12. 1:93. Lamb that was slain, 1:1, 1:25, 1:62; see Christ. Law convinces of sin, 1:115; condemns, 1:94; and gospel, 2:120, 1:121, 1:124; and gospel sinned against, 1:118. Levitical priesthood fulfilled in Christ, 2:12. Life frail and succeeding eternity, 2:55; preserved, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19; short, frail, miserable, 1:82; 2:39, 2:58; the day of grace and hope, 1:88. Light And salvation by Jesus Christ, 1:50; in darkness by the presence of God, 2:54; given to the blind, 1:11, 1:12. Long-sufferance, see Patience. Lord Jesus at his own table, 1:66; 3:15; supper, preaching, and baptism, 2:141; supper instituted, 3:1; day, 1:72; delightful, 2:14; table provided for, 3:20; see more in Christ. Love Of Christ unchangeable, 1:14. 1:39; shed abroad in the heart, 1:135; its banquet, 1:68; 3:13; of Christ in words and deeds, 1:77; of Christ its strength, 1:78; unseen, 1:108; to Christ, 2:100; to God pleasant and powerful 2:38; and hatred, 1:130; faith and joy, 1:108; and charity, 1:133; of God in sending his Son, 1:100; 2:103, 2:104; to God and our neighbour, 1:116; religion vain without it, 1:134; peace and meekness, 1:102; of Christ dying, 3:4, 3:22; to God inconstant, 2:20; to the creatures dangerous, 2:48; distinguishing, 1:11, 1:12; 2:96, 2:97. Madness, folly, and distemper of sin, 2:153. Magistrates honoured, 2:149. Majesty of God terrible, 2:22, 2:62. Malice and love, 1:130. Man saved and angels punished, 2:96, 2:97; mortal and vain, 1:82; his fall and recovery, 1:107. Martyrdom, 1:14; 2:4. Martyrs glorified, 1:40, 1:41. Mary the virgin's song, 1:60. Mediator the way to the throne of grace, 2:108. Meditation of heaven, 2:162; and retirement, 2:122. Memorial of our absent Lord, 3:6. Memory, weak, 2:165. Mercies, national, 2:111; see Grace, Wrath, Thanks. Messiah born, 1:60; come, 2:12. Michael's war with the dragon, 1:58. Ministers' commission, 1:128. Ministry of angels, 2:18; of the gospel, 1:10. Misery And sin banished from heaven, 2:86; and shortness of life. 2:39; without God in the world, 2:56; of sinners, see Sinner, Death, Hell. Morning and evening songs, 1:79, 1:80, 1:81; 2:6, 2:7, 2:8. Mortality and vanity of man, 1:82. Mortification to the world by the sight of God, 2:41; by the cross of Christ, 2:106; 3:7. Moses And Christ, 1:49, 1:118; dying, 2:49; Aaron, and Joshua, 2:124. Mourning, see Complaint, Repentance. Mysteries revealed, 1:11, 1:12. National mercies and thanks, 2:1, 2:111. Nativity of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13. Nature Corrupt from Adam, 1:57; corrupt from Adam, 1:57; 2:128, 2:159. Neighbour and God loved, 1:116. New Covenant sealed, 3:3; promises, 1:7; song, 1:1; creature, 1:9; testament in the blood of Christ, 3:3; creation, 1:95; 2:130; birth, 1:95. November 5th, a song of praise, 2:92. Obedience evangelical, 1:140, 1:143. Old age and death of the unconverted, 1:91. Offence not to be given, 1:126. Offices and operations of the Holy Spirit, 2:133; and of Christ, 1:146-150; 2:132. Olive-tree, the wild and good, 1:114. Ordinances, see Worship, Lord's Supper. Original sin, 1:57; see Adam, Nature. Pains, comfort under them, 2:50. Paradise on earth, 2:30, 2:59. Pardon, sufficiency of it, 2:85; and confession, 1:131; and strength from Christ, 3:24; bought at a dear price, 3:4; and sanctification by faith, 1:9; 2:90; brought to our senses, 3:11. Parents and children, 1:113, 1:114; convey not grace, 1:99. Passions, see Christ, Sufferings, Anger, Love. Passover, Christ is ours, 2:155. Patience under afflictions, 1:5. 1:129; 2:109; of God producing repentance, 2:74, 2:105. Peace Of conscience, 2:57; and contention, 1:130; see Comfort, Joy. Perfections of God, 2:166-169. Persecution, courage under it, 1:14. Persevering grace, 1:26, 1:32, 1:48, 1:51, 1:138. Person of Christ glorious and gracious, 1:75; 2:47. Pharisee and publican, 1:131. Pilgrimage of the saints, 2:53. Pleasures of a good conscience, 2:37; of religion, 2:30, 2:59; sinful forsaken, 2:10, 2:11; their vanity and danger, 2:101. Poverty of spirit, 1:102, 2:127. Power of God, 1:86; and wisdom in Christ crucified, 2:126; 3:10; and goodness of God awful, 1:42; 2:80. Praise imperfect on earth, 2:5; for daily protection and preservation, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8; from angels, 2:27; from the creation, 2:71; to the Redeemer, 2:5, 2:21, 2:29, 2:35, 2:78; to the Trinity, 3:26-41; for creation and redemption, 2:35. Prayer and praise, 1:1; for deliverance answered, 1:30. Preaching, baptism, and the Lord's supper, 2:141. Predestination, see Election. Preparation for death, 1:27; see Death. Presence of God in worship, 2:45; light in darkness. 2:54; in death, 1:19; 2:31, 2:49; 3:14; in life and death, 2:117; or absence of Christ, 2:50; of Christ in worship, 1:66; 2:15, 2:16; 3:15; of God our life, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100. Preservation of this world, 2:13; of our graces, 1:51; of our lives, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19. Presumption and despair, 1:115; 2:156, 2:157. Pride and humility, 1:11, 1:12, 1:127. Priesthood, Levitical ending in Christ, 2:12; of Christ, 2:118. Prodigal repenting, 1:123. Profit and unprofitableness, 1:118; 2:165. Promised Messiah born, 1:60, 1:107. Promises of the covenant, 1:9, 1:39, 1:107; see scripture; and truth of God unchangeable, 1:139; our security, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69. Prophecies and types of Christ, 2:135; and inspiration, 2:151. Prosperity and adversity, 1:5; vain, 2:56, 2:101. Protection from spiritual enemies, 2:82; of the church, 1:8, 1:22, 1:23; see Church. Providence, 2:46; executed by Christ, 1:1; over afflictions and death, 1:83; its darkness, 2:109; prosperous and afflictive, 1:5. Provisions, see Gospel, Lord's Table. Public ordinances, see Worship. Publican and Pharisee, 1:131. Punishment for sin, see Hell, 1:100, 1:118. Race, Christian, 1:48. Reason Feeble, 2:87; carnal, humbled, 1:11, 1:12. Reconciliation to God in Christ, 2:148. Recovery from sickness, 1:55. Redemption in Christ, 1:97, 1:98; and protection, 2:82; by price, 3:4; and by power, 2:29; see Christ. Regeneration, 1:95; 2:130; see Election, Adoption, Sanctification. Religion Neglected, 2:32; vain without love, 1:134; Christianity, the excellency of it, 2:131; revealed, see Gospel, Scripture. Remembrance of Christ, 3:6. Repentance from God's goodness and patience, 2:74, 2:105; and humiliation, 1:87; at the cross of Christ, 2:9, 2:106; and impenitence, 2:125; gives joy to heaven, 1:101. Repenting prodigal, 1:123. Resignation, see Submission. Resurrection, 1:6; 2:102, 110; see Death, Christ, heaven. Retirement and meditation, 2:122. Returns and backslidings, 2:20. Revelation of Christ, see Gentile, Gospel. Revenge and love, 1:130. Rich sinner dying, 1:24; 2:56. Riches, their vanity, 2:56, 2:101. Righteousness And strength in Christ, 1:84; 1:85, 1:97; 1:98; of Christ valuable, 1:109; our robe, 1:7, 2:20; and self-righteousness, 1:131; our own insufficient, 2:154. Sabbath delightful, 2:14. Sacrament, see Baptism, Lord's Supper. Sacrifice of Christ, 2:142; and intercession, 2:118. Safety of the church, 1:8, 1:39; 2:64, 2:92. Saints, see Church, Spiritual; God their avenger, 2:115; and hypocrites, 1:136, 1:140; their example, 2:140; characters of them, 1:143; in the hands of Christ, 1:138; security, 2:64; beloved in Christ, 1:54; adopted, 1:64; death and burial, 2:3; in glory, 1:40, 1:41; communion, 3:2. Salvation, 2:88; of the worst sinners, 1:104; by grace, 1:111; in Christ, 1:137; see Christ, Cross, Grace, Heaven, Light, Redeem, Righteousness. Sanctification, Justification, and glory, 1:3; and pardon, 1:9; through faith, 2:90. Satan and Christ at enmity, 1:107; his various temptations, 2:156, 2:157; conquered by Christ, 2:89; see Devil. Scripture, 1:53; 2:119; see Gospel. Sea under the dominion of God, 2:70. Sealing and witnessing Spirit, 1:144. Secure and awakened sinner, 1:115. Security in the promises, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69. Seeking after Christ, 1:67, 1:71. Self-righteousness, 1:131; Insufficient, 2:154; Sense assisting our faith, 2:141. Sensual delights dangerous, 2:10, 2:11, 2:48. Serpent, brazen, 1:112. Shepherd, Christ and his pastures, 1:67. Shortness, frailty, and misery of life, 2:32, 2:39, 2:58. Sickness and recovery, 1:55. Sight of God mortifies us to the world, 2:41; of Christ beatific, 2:16, 2:75; and faith, 1:110, 1:120; 2:129, 2:145; of Christ makes death easy, 3:14. Simeon's song, 1:19; 3:14. Sin the cause of Christ's death, 2:81; and misery banished from heaven, 1:105; 2:86; original, 1:57; pardoned and subdued, 1:9, 1:104; 2:90; indwelling, 1:115; its power, 1:115; 2:86; the ruin of angels and men 2:24; custom in it, 2:160; folly, madness, and distemper of it, 2:153; conviction of it by the law, 1:115; against the law and gospel, 1:118; crucified, 1:106; deceitfulness of it, 2:150. Sinai and Sion, 2:152. Sincerity and hypocrisy, 1:136. Sinful pleasures forsaken, 2:10, 2:11. Sinner, the vilest saved, 1:104; and saint's death, 2:2, 2:3, 2:52; invited to Christ, 1:127; excluded heaven, 1:104, 1:105; his death terrible, 1:91; 2:2. Sinning and repenting, 2:20. Sloth, spiritual, complained of, 2:25. Society in heaven blessed, 2:53. Son equal with the Father, 2:51; see Christ. Song of angels, 1:3; of Simeon, 1:19; 3:14; of Zacharias, 1:50; of Moses and the Lamb, 1:49, 1:56; of Hezekiah, 1:55; of Solomon paraphrased, 1:66-78; of the Virgin Mary, 1:60; for November 5th, 2:92. Sons of God, 1:64, 1:143; elect and new-born, 1:54. Sorrow, see Repentance; comfort under it, 2:50, 2:69; for the dead, relieved, 2:3. Sovereignty, 1:86; see Grace, Election, God. Soul separate, see Death, Heaven, Hell. Spirit breathed after, 1:74; water and blood, 3:9; his offices, 2:133; witnessing and sealing, 1:144; its fruits, 1:102. Spiritual enemies, deliverance, 1:47; 2:65, 2:82; warfare, 2:77; pilgrimage, 2:53; apparel, 1:7, 1:20; race, 1:48; sloth and dulness, 2:25, 2:34; joy, 2:73, 2:75; meat, drink, and clothing, 1:7; food, see Feast. State of nature and grace, 1:104. Storm, see Thunder. Strength from heaven, 1:15, 1:32, 1:48; righteousness and pardon in Christ, 1:84, 1:85; 3:24; Submission and deliverance, 1:129; to afflictions, 1:5; 2:109. Success of the gospel, 1:11, 1:12, 1:119; 2:144. Sufferings for Christ, 1:102; see Christ; Supper of the Lord instituted, 3:1; baptism and preaching, 2:141. Support under trials, 2:50, 2:65. Sympathy of Christ, 1:125. Table of the Lord, see Lord. Temptations, hope under them, 1:139; of the world, 2:101; of the devil, 2:65, 2:156, 2:157; and desertion complained of 2:163. Tempted, Christ's compassion to them, 1:125. Terrors of death to the unconverted, 1:91. Testament, new, in the blood of Christ, 3:3. Thanksgiving for victory, 2:111; for mercies, 2:116; national, 2:1. Throne of Grace, see Grace. Thunderer, God, 2:62. Time redeemed, 1:88; ours, and eternity God's, 2:67. Tree of life, 3:8; and river of love, 3:20; Trials on earth, and hope of heaven, 2:63. Trinity praised, 3:26-41. Triumph over death, 1:6; 2:110; of faith in Christ, 1:14; at a feast, 3:21; of Christ over our enemies, 1:82. Trust, see Faith. Truth and promises of God unchangeable, 1:139; 2:60, 2:69. Types, 2:12; and prophecies of Christ, 2:135. Unbelief and faith, 1:100; punished, 1:118. Uncharitableness and charity, 1:126. Unconverted state, 2:159. death terrible to them, 1:91 Unfruitfulness, 2:165. Unsanctified affections, 2:165. Unseen things, faith in them, 1:120 Vain prosperity, 2:56, 2:101. Value of Christ and his righteousness, 1:109. Vanity and mortality of man, 1:82; of youth, 1:89, 1:90; of the creatures, 2:146. Victory, a thanksgiving for it, 2:111 over death, 1:17; sin and sorrow, 1:14; of Christ over Satan, 1:58; 2:89; see Enemies. Virtues, Christian, 2:161; see Holiness, Love, Saints, Spiritual. Wandering affections, 2:20; thoughts in worship, 1:136. Warfare, Christian, 2:77. Water, the Spirit, and the blood, 3:9. Weak saints encouraged by Christ, 1:125; by the church, 1:126. Weakness our own, and Christ our strength, 1:15. Wisdom and power of God in Christ crucified, 3:10; carnal humbled, 1:11, 1:12. Witnessing and sealing Spirit, 1:144. Word of God, 1:53; preached, 1:10, 1:119; see Gospel, Scripture. World, crucifixion to it by the cross, 3:7; the temptations of it, 2:101; its ends, 2:164; mortification to it by the sight of God, 2:41; its creation, 2:147; and preservation, 2:13. Worship of heaven humble, 2:68; profitable, 2:123; condescended to by God, 2:45; Christ present at it, 1:66; 2:15, 2:16; 3:15; accepted through Christ, 2:36, 2:37; formality in it, 1:136; delightful, 2:14, 2:15, 2:16, 2:42. Wrath and mercy of God, 1:42; 2:80; see God, Hell. Yoke of Christ easy, 1:127. Youth, its vanities, 1:89, 1:90; advised, 1:91. Zacharia's song, and John's message, 1:50. Zeal in the Christian race, 1:48; 2:129; and love, 1:14; for the gospel, 1:103; 2:3; the want of it, 2:25; against sin, 2:106; for God, 2:116. Zion, her glory and defence, 2:64; A TABLE of the Scriptures that are Turned into Verse. In the First Book. Genesis 3:1, 15, 17 - Hymn 1:107 17:1 - Hymn 1:113 17:7, 10 - Hymn 1:121 22:6 &c. - Hymn 1:129 Job 1:21 - Hymn 1:5 3:14, 15 - Hymn 1:94 4:17, 21 - Hymn 1:82 5:6, 7, 8 - Hymn 1:83 9:2, 10 - Hymn 1:86 14:4 - Hymn 1:57 29:25, 26, 27 - Hymn 1:6 Psalms 3:5, 6 - Hymn 1:80 4:8 - Hymn 1:80 19:5, 8 - Hymn 1:79 49:6, 9 - Hymn 1:24 51:5 - Hymn 1:57 73:24, 25 - Hymn 1:70 139:23, 24 - Hymn 1:136 143:8 - Hymn 1:80 147:19, 20 - Hymn 1:53 Proverbs 8:1, 22, 32 - Hymn 1:92 8:34, 36 - Hymn 1:93 Ecclesiastes 8:8 - Hymn 1:24 9:4, 5, 6, 10 - Hymn 1:88 9:9 - Hymns 1:89 and 1:90 Song of Solomon 1:2-5, 12, 17 - Hymn 1:66 1:7 - Hymn 1:67 2:1,2,3 &c. - Hymn 1:68 2:8, 9 &c. - Hymn 1:96 3:14, 16, 17 - Hymn 1:70 3:1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - Hymn 1:71 3:2 - Hymn 1:72 4:1, 7, 11 - Hymn 1:73 4:12, 14, 15 - Hymn 1:74 5:1 - Hymn 745:9-16 - Hymn 1:75 6:1, 2, 3, 12 - Hymn 1:76 7:5, 6, 9 12, 13 - Hymn 1:77 8:5, 8, 14 - Hymn 1:78 Isaiah 5:2, 7, 10 - Hymn 1:10 9:2, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:13 26L1, 2 &c. - Hymn 1:8 24:8, 20 - Hymn 1:30 38:9 &c. - Hymn 1:55 40:27, 28 &c. - Hymns 1:32 and 1:48 45:7 - Hymn 1:81 45:21, 25 - Hymns 1:84 and 1:85 49:13, 14 &c. - Hymn 1:39 53:1-5, 10-12 - Hymn 1:141 53:6, 9, 12 - Hymn 1:142 55:1, 2 &c. - Hymns 1:7 and 1:9 57:15, 16 - Hymn 1:87 61:10 - Hymn 1:20 63:1, 2, 3 &c. - Hymn 1:28 63:4, 5, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:29 65:20 - Hymn 1:91 Lamentations 3:23 - Hymn 1:81 Ezekiel 36:25 &c. - Hymn 1:9 Micah 7:19 - Hymn 1:9 Nahum 1:1, 2, 3 &c. - Hymn 1:24 Zechariah 13:1 - Hymn 1:9 Matthew 3:9 - Hymn 1:99 5:3, 12 - Hymn 1:102 11:28, 30 - Hymn 1:127 12:20 - Hymn 1:125 13:16, 17 - Hymn 1:10 21:9 - Hymn 1:16 22:37, 40 - Hymn 1:116 28:18, &c. - Hymn 1:128 28:19 - Hymn 1:52 Mark 10:14 - Hymn 1:113 16:15 &c. Hymn 1:128 Luke 1:30 &c. - Hymn 1:3 1:46 &c. - Hymn 1:60 1:68 - Hymn 1:50 2:10 &c. - Hymn 1:3 2:27 - Hymn 1:19 10:21, 22 - Hymns 1:11 and 1:12 15:7, 10 - Hymn 1:101 15:13 &c. - Hymn 1:123 18:10 &c. - Hymn 1:131 19:38, 40 - Hymn 1:16 John 1:1, 3, 14 - Hymn 1:42 1:13 - Hymn 1:95 1:17 - Hymn 1:118 1:29, 32 - Hymn 1:50 3:3 &c. - Hymn 1:95 3:14, 16 - Hymn 1:112 3:16, 17, 18 - Hymn 1:100 4:24 - Hymn 1:136 10:28, 29 - Hymn 1:107 Acts 2:38 - Hymn 1:52 16:14, 15, 33 - Hymn 1:121 Romans 3:19, 22 - Hymn 1:94 5:12 &c. - Hymns 1:57 and 1:124 6:1, 2 6 - Hymn 1:106 6:3, 4 &c. - Hymn 1:122 7:8, 9, 14, 24 - Hymn 1:115 8:14, 16 - Hymn 1:144 8:33 &c. - Hymn 1:14 9:21, 22 &c. - Hymn 1:117 11:16, 17 - Hymn 1:114 14:17, 19 - Hymn 1:126 15:8, 9, 12 - Hymn 1:113 1 Corinthians 1:23, 24 - Hymn 1:119 1:26, 3 - Hymn 1:96 1:39 - Hymns 1:97 and 1:98 2:9, 10 - Hymn 1:105 3:6, 7 - Hymn 1:119 6:10, 11 - Hymn 1:104 10:32 - Hymn 1:126 13:1, 2, 3 - Hymn 1:134 13:2, 3, 7, 13 - Hymn 1:183 15:55 &c. - Hymn 1:1 2 Corinthians 2:16 - Hymn 1:119 5:1, 5, 8 - Hymn 1:110 12:7, 9, 10 - Hymn 1:15 Galatians 4:4 - Hymn 1:107 4:6 - Hymn 1:64 Ephesians 1:3 &c. - Hymn 1:54 1:13, 14 - Hymn 1:144 3:9, 10 - Hymn 1:2 3:16 &c. - Hymn 1:135 4:30 &c. - Hymn 1:130 Philippians 2:2 - Hymn 1:130 3:7, 8, 9 - Hymn 1:109 Colossians 1:16 - Hymn 1:2 2:15 - Hymn 1:107 2 Timothy 1:9, 10 - Hymn 1:137 1:12 - Hymn 1:103 3:15, 16 - Hymn 1:53 4:6, 7, 8, 18 - Hymn 1:27 Titus 2:10, 13 - Hymn 1:132 3:3, 7 - Hymn 1:111 Hebrews 1:1 - Hymn 1:53 3:3, 5, 6 - Hymn 1:111 4:15, 16 - Hymn 1:125 5:7 - Hymn 125 6:17, 19 - Hymn 1:139 Chapter 7 - Hymn 1:145 Chapter 9 - Hymn 1:145 10:28, 29 - Hymn 1:118 11:1, 3, 8, 10 - Hymn 1:120 1 Peter 1:3, 4, 5 - Hymn 1:26 1:8 - Hymn 1:108 1 John 3:1 &c. - Hymn 1:64 Jude Verses 24 and 25 - Hymn 1:51 Revelation 1:5, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:61 5:6, 8, 12 - Hymns 1:1 and 1:25 5:11-13 - Hymns 1:62 and 1:63 7:13 &c. - Hymns 1:40 and 1:41 11.15 - Hymn 1:65 12:7 - Hymn 1:58 14:13 - Hymn 1:18 15:3 - Hymns 1:49 and 1:56 16:19 - Hymn 1:56 17:6 - Hymn 1:56 18:20, 21 - Hymn 1:59 21:1, 2, 3, 4 - Hymn 1:21 21:5, 6, 7, 8 - Hymn 1:45 21:27 - Hymn 1:105 In the Third Book. Luke 2:28 - Hymn 3:14 14:16 - Hymn 3:12 14:17, 23 - Hymn 3:13 22:19 - Hymn 3:6 John 6:31, 35, 39 - Hymn 3:5 14:3 - Hymn 3:6 16:16 - Hymn 3:6 1 Corinthians 10:16, 17 - Hymn 3:2 11:23 &c. - Hymn 3:1 Galatians 4:14 - Hymn 3:7 1 John Verse 6 - Hymn 3:9 
13166	----	The Psalms of David Imitated in the Language of The New Testament And Applied to The Christian State and Worship By I. Watts D.D. Luke xxiv. 44 All things must be fulfilled which were written in the _Psalms_ concerning me. HEB. xi. 32, 40. David, Samuel, and the prophets -- that they without us should not be made perfect. Transcriber's Note. There are significant differences in the numerous reprints of Isaac Watts' "Psalms." The first generation of this Project Gutenberg file was from an 1818 printing by C. Corrall of 38 Charing Cross, London. The Index and the Table of First Lines have been omitted for the following reasons: 1. They refer to page numbers that are here expunged; and 2. In this electronic version key words, etc., can be easily located via searches. Separate numbers have been added to Psalms that have more than one part or version, for example: Psalm 51:1; Psalm 51:2; etc. The Life of Isaac Watts, D.D. by Dr. Johnson. From his lives of the most eminent English Poets. The Poems of Dr. Watts were by my recommendation inserted in the late Collection; the readers of which are to impute to me whatever pleasure or weariness they may find in the perusal of Blackmore, Watts, Pomfret, and Yealden. ISAAC WATTS was born July 17, 1674, at Southampton, where his father of the same name, kept a boarding-school for young gentlemen, though common report makes him a shoe-maker. He appears, from the narrative of Dr. Gibbons, to have been neither indigent nor illiterate. Isaac, the eldest of nine children, was given to books from his infancy; and began, we are told, to learn Latin when he was four years old, I suppose at home. He was afterwards taught Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, by Mr. Pinhorne, a clergyman, master of the freeschool at Southampton, to whom the gratitude of his scholar afterwards inscribed a Latin ode. His proficiency at school was so conspicuous, that a subscription was proposed for his support at the University; but he declared his resolution to take his lot with the Dissenters. Such he was, as every Christian Church would rejoice to have adopted. He therefore repaired in 1690 to an academy taught by Mr. Rowe, where he had for his companions and fellow-students Mr. Hughes the poet, and Dr. Horte, afterwards Archbishop of Tuam. Some Latin essays, supposed to have been written as exercises at this academy, shew a degree of knowledge, both philosophical and theological, such as very few attain by a much longer course of study. He was, as he hints in his Miscellanies, a maker of verses from fifteen to fifty, and in his youth he appears to have paid attention to Latin poetry. His verses to his brother, in the _glyconic_ measure, written when he was seventeen, are remarkably easy and elegant. Some of his other odes are deformed by the Pindaric folly then prevailing, and are written with such neglect of all metrical rules as is without example among the ancients; but his diction, though perhaps not always exactly pure, has such copiousness and splendour, as shews that he was but at a very little distance from excellence. His method of study was to impress the contents of his books upon his memory by abridging them, and by interleaving them, to amplify one system with supplements from another. With the congregation of his tutor Mr. Rowe, who were, I believe, independents, he communicated in his nineteenth year. At the age of twenty he left the academy, and spent two years in study and devotion at the house of his father, who treated him with great tenderness; and had the happiness, indulged to few parents, of living to see his son eminent for literature and venerable for piety. He was then entertained by Sir John Hartopp five years, as domestic tutor to his son: and in that time particularly devoted himself to the Study of the Holy Scriptures; and being chosen assistant to Dr. Chauncey, preached the first time on the birth-day that completed his twenty-fourth year; probably considering that as the day of a second nativity, by which he entered on a new period of existence. In about three years he succeeded Dr. Chauncey; but soon after his entrance on his charge, he was seized by a dangerous illness, which sunk him to such weakness, that the congregation thought an assistant necessary, and appointed Mr. Price. His health then returned gradually, and he performed his duty, till (1712) he was seized by a fever of such violence and continuance, that from the feebleness which it brought upon him, he never perfectly recovered. This calamitous state made the compassion of his friends necessary, and drew upon him the attention of Sir Thomas Abney, who received him into his house; where with a constancy of friendship and uniformity of conduct not often to be found, he was treated for thirty-six years with all the kindness that friendship could prompt, and all the attention that respect could dictate. Sir Thomas died about eight years afterwards; but he continued with the lady and her daughters to the end of his life. The lady died about a year after him. A coalition like this, a state in which the notions of patronage And dependence were overpowered by the perception of reciprocal benefits, deserves a particular memorial; and I will not withhold from the reader Dr. Gibbons's representation, to which regard is to be paid as to the narrative of one who writes what he knows, and what is known likewise to multitudes besides. "Our next observation shall be made upon that remarkably kind providence which brought the doctor into Sir Thomas Abney's family, and continued him there till his death, a period of no less than thirty-six years. In the midst of his sacred labours for the glory of God, and good of his generation he is seized with a most violent and threatening fever, which leaves him oppressed with great weakness, and puts a stop at least to his public services for four years. In this distressing season, doubly so to his active and pious spirit, he is invited to Sir Thomas Abney's family, nor ever removes from it till he had finished his days. Here he enjoyed the uninterrupted demonstrations of the truest friendship. Here, without any care of his own, he had everything which could contribute to the enjoyment of life, and favour the unwearied pursuits of his studies. Here he dwelt in a family, which, for piety, order, harmony, and every virtue, was an house of God. Here he had the privilege of a country recess, the fragrant bower, the spreading lawn, the flowery garden, and other advantages to sooth his mind and aid his restoration to health; to yield him, whenever he chose them, most grateful intervals from his laborious studies, and enable him to return to them with redoubled vigour and delight. Had it not been for this most happy event, he might as to outward view, have feebly, it may be painfully, dragged on through many more years of languor and inability for public service, and even for profitable study, or perhaps might have sunk into his grave under the overwhelming load of infirmities, in the midst of his days; and thus the church and world would have been deprived of those many excellent sermons and works which he drew up and published during his long residence in this family. In a few years after his coming hither, Sir Thomas Abney dies; but his amiable consort survives, who shows the Doctor the same respect and friendship as before, and most happily for him and great numbers besides; for, as her riches were great her generosity and munificence were in full proportion; her thread of life was drawn out to a great age, even beyond that of the Doctor's; and thus this excellent man, through her kindness, and that of her daughter, the present Mrs. Elizabeth Abney, who in a like degree esteemed and honoured him, enjoyed all the benefits and felicities he experienced at his first entrance into this family, till his days were numbered and finished, and, like a shock of corn in its season, he ascended into the regions of perfect and immortal life and joy." If this quotation has appeared long, let it be considered, that it comprises an account of six-and-thirty years, and those the years of Dr. Watts. From the time of his reception into this family, his life was no Otherwise diversified than by successive publications. The series of his works I am not able to deduce; their number, and their variety, show the intenseness of his industry, and the extent of his capacity. He was one of the first authors that taught the Dissenters to court attention by the graces of language. Whatever they had among them before, whether of learning or acuteness, was commonly obscured and blunted by coarseness and inelegance of style. He shewed them, that zeal and purity might be expressed and enforced by polished diction. He continued to the end of his life the teacher of a congregation, and no reader of his works can doubt his fidelity or diligence. In the pulpit, though his low stature, which very little exceeded five feet, graced him with no advantages of appearance, yet the gravity and propriety of his utterance made his discourses very efficacious. I once mentioned the reputation which Mr. Foster had gained by his proper delivery to my friend Dr. Hawkesworth, who told me, that in the art of pronunciation he was far inferior to Dr. Watts. Such was his flow of thoughts, and such his promptitude of language, that in the latter part of his life he did not precompose his cursory sermons; but having adjusted the heads, and sketched out some particulars, trusted for success to his extemporary powers. He did not endeavour to assist his eloquence by any gesticulations; for, as no corporeal actions have any correspondence with theological truth, he did not see how they could enforce it. At the conclusion of weighty sentences he gave time, by a short pause, for the proper impression. To stated and public instruction, he added familiar visits and Personal application, and was careful to improve the opportunities which conversation offered of diffusing and increasing the influence of religion. By his natural temper he was quick of resentment; but by his established and habitual practice, he was gentle, modest, and inoffensive. His tenderness appeared in his attention to children, and to the poor. To the poor, while he lived in the family of his friend, he allowed the third part of his annual revenue, though the whole was not a hundred a year; and for children, he condescended to lay aside the scholar, the philosopher, and the wit, to write little poems of devotion, and systems of instruction adapted to their wants and capacities, from the dawn of reason through its gradations of advance in the morning of life. Every man, acquainted with the common principles of human action, will look with veneration on the writer who is at one time combating Locke, and at another making a catechism for children in their fourth year. A voluntary descent from the dignity of science is perhaps the hardest lesson that humility can teach. As his mind was capacious, his curiosity excursive, and his industry continual, his writings are very numerous, and his subjects various. With his theological works I am only enough acquainted to admire his meekness of opposition, and his mildness of censure. It was not only in his book but in his mind that _orthodoxy_ was _united_ with _charity_. Of his philosophical pieces, his Logic has been received into the universities, and therefore wants no private recommendation: if he owes part of it to Le Clerc, it must he considered that no man who undertakes merely to methodize or illustrate a system, pretends to be its author. In his metaphysical disquisitions, it was observed by the late learned Dr. Dyer, that he confounded the idea of _space_ with that of _empty space_, and did not consider that though space might be without matter, yet matter being extended, could not be without space. Few books have been perused by me with greater pleasure than his _Improvement of the Mind_, of which the radical principles may indeed be found in _Locke's Conduct of the Understanding_, but they are so expanded and ramified by Watts, as to confer upon him the merit of a work in the highest degree useful and pleasing. Whoever has the care of instructing others, may be charged with deficience in his duty if this book is not recommended. I have mentioned his treatises of Theology as distinct from his other productions: but the truth is, that whatever he took in hand was, by his incessant solicitude for souls, converted to Theology. As piety predominated in his mind, it is diffused over his works: under his direction it may be truly said, _Theologiae Philosophia ancillatur_, philosophy is subservient to evangelical instruction; it is difficult to read a page without learning, or at least wishing to be better. The attention is caught by indirect instruction, and he that sat down only to reason, is on a sudden compelled to pray. It was therefore with great propriety that, in 1728, he received From Edinburgh and Aberdeen an unsolicited diploma, by which he became a Doctor of Divinity. Academical honours would have more value, if they were always bestowed with equal judgement. He continued many years to study and to preach, and to do good by His instruction and example: till at last the infirmities of age disabled him from the more laborious part of his ministerial functions, and being no longer capable of public duty, he offered to remit the salary appendant to it; but his congregation would not accept the resignation. By degrees his weakness increased, and at last confined him to his chamber and his bed; where he was worn gradually away without pain, till he expired, Nov. 25, 1748, in the seventy-fifth year of his age. Few men have left behind such purity of character, or such monuments of laborious piety. He has provided instruction for all ages, from those who are lisping their first lessons, to the enlightened readers of Malbranche and Locke; he has left neither corporeal nor spiritual nature unexamined; he has taught the art of reasoning, and the science of the stars. His character, therefore, must be formed from the multiplicity and diversity of his attainments, rather than from any single performance; for it would not be safe to claim for him the highest rank in any single denomination of literary dignity; yet perhaps there was nothing in which he would not have excelled, if he had not divided his powers to different pursuits. As a poet, had he been only a poet, he would probably have stood high among the authors with whom he is now associated. For his judgement was exact, and he noted beauties and faults with very nice discernment; his imagination, as the _Dacian Battle_ proves, was vigorous and active, and the stores of knowledge were large by which his fancy was to be supplied. His ear was well-tuned, and his diction was elegant and copious. But his devotional poetry is, like that of others, unsatisfactory. The paucity of its topics enforces perpetual repetition, and the sanctity of the matter rejects the ornaments of figurative diction. It is sufficient for Watts to have done better than others what no man has done well. His poems on other subjects seldom rise higher than might be expected from the amusements of a Man of Letters, and have different degrees of value as they are more or less laboured, or as the occasion was more or less favourable to invention. He writes too often without regular measures, and too often in blank verse; the rhymes are not always sufficiently correspondent. He is particularly unhappy in coining names expressive of characters. His lines are commonly smooth and easy, and his thoughts always religiously pure; but who is there that, to so much piety and innocence, does not wish for a greater measure of sprightliness and vigour? He is at least one of the few poets with whom youth and ignorance may be safely pleased; and happy will be that reader whose mind is disposed by his verses, or his prose, to imitate him in all but his non-conformity, to copy his benevolence to man, and his reverence to God. PREFACE. THE following extract from the Doctor's Preface, as it contains the plan of his version of the Psalms, may be found useful: "I come therefore to explain my own design, which is this, To accommodate the book of Psalms to Christian worship. And in order to do this, it is necessary to divest David and Asaph, &c. of every other character but that of a psalmist and a saint, and to make them always speak the common sense, and language of a Christian. "Attempting the work with this view, I have entirely omitted several whole psalms, and large pieces of many others; and have chosen out of all of them, such parts only as might easily and naturally be accommodated to the various occasions of the Christian life, or at least might afford us some beautiful allusion to Christian affairs. These I have copied and explained in the general style of the gospel; nor have I confined my expressions to any particular party or opinion; that in words prepared for public worship, and for the lips of multitudes, there might not be a syllable offensive to sincere Christians, whose judgments may differ in the lesser matters of religion. "Where the Psalmist uses sharp invectives against his personal enemies, I have endeavoured to turn the edge of them against our spiritual adversaries, sin, Satan, and temptation. Where the flights of his faith and love are sublime, I have often sunk the expressions within the reach of an ordinary Christian: where the words imply some peculiar wants or distresses, joys, or blessings, I have used words of greater latitude and comprehension, suited to the general circumstances of men. "Where the original runs in the form of prophecy concerning Christ and his salvation, I have given an historical turn to the sense: there is no necessity that we should always sing in the obscure and doubtful style of prediction, when the things foretold are brought into open light by a full accomplishment. Where the writers of the New Testament have cited or alluded to any part the Psalms, I have often indulged the liberty of paraphrase, according to the words of Christ, or his Apostles. And surely this may be esteemed the word of God still, though borrowed from several parts of the Holy Scripture. Where the Psalmist describes religion by the fear of God, I have often joined faith and love to it. Where he speaks of the pardon of sin, through the mercies of God, I have added the merits of a Saviour. Where he talks of sacrificing goats or bullocks, I rather chuse to mention the sacrifice of Christ, the Lamb of God. When he attends the ark with shouting into Zion, I sing the ascension of my Saviour into heaven, or his presence in his church on earth. Where he promises abundance of wealth, honour, and long life, I have changed some of these typical blessings for grace, glory, and life eternal, which are brought to light by the gospel, and promised in the New Testament. And I am fully satisfied, that more honor is done to our blessed Saviour, by speaking his name, his graces, and actions, in his own language, according to the brighter discoveries he hath now made, than by going back again to the Jewish forms of worship, and the language of types and figures." Of chusing or finding the Psalm. By consulting the Index at the end, any one may find hymns very proper for many occasions of the Christian life and worship; though no copy of David's Psalter can provide for all, as I have shewn in the Preface to the large edition. Or, if he remembers the first line of any Psalm, the Table of the first lines will direct where to find it. [NOTE: the Index and the Table of First Lines are omitted from this Project Gutenberg electronic version.] Of singing in course. If any shall think it best to sing the Psalms in order in churches or families, it may be done with profit, provided those Psalms be omitted that refer to special occurrences of nations, churches, or single Christians. Of dividing the Psalms. If the Psalm be too long for the time or custom of singing, there are pauses in many of them at which you may properly rest; or you may leave out those verses which are inclued with crotchets [ ], without disturbing the sense: or, in some places you may begin to sing at the pause. THE Psalms of David, In Metre. Psalm 1:1. Common Metre, The way and end of the righteous and the wicked. 1 Blest is the man who 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. 3 [He like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state.] 4 Green as the leaf and ever fair Shall his profession shine, While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. 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 Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ the Judge, at his right hand, Appoints his saints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell. Psalm 1:2. S. M. The saint happy, the sinner miserable. 1 The man is ever blest Who shuns the sinner's ways, Among their counsels never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place; 2 But makes the Law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root: Fresh as the leaf his name shall live, His works are heavenly fruit. 4 Not so th' ungodly race, They no such blessings find; Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgment-seat, Where all the saints at Christ's right hand In full assembly meet? 6 He knows, and he approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. Psalm 1:3. L. M. The difference between the righteous and the wicked. 1 Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord: And spends the wakeful hours at night, With pleasure pondering o'er the word. 3 He like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And heaven will shine with kindest beams On every work his hands begin. 4 But sinners find their counsels crost; As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge with stern command Divides him to a different place. 6 "Straight is the way my saints have trod, "I blest the path and drew it plain; "But you would choose the crooked road, "And down it leads to endless pain. Psalm 2:1. S. M. Translated according to the divine pattern, Acts iv. 24 &c. Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning. 1 [Maker and sovereign Lord Of heaven, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long foretold By David are fulfill'd, When Jews and Gentiles join to slay Jesus, thine holy child.] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Bend all their counsels to destroy Th' anointed of the Lord? 4 Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite, Against his Christ they join. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne; He that hath rais'd him from the dead Hath own'd him for his Son. PAUSE. 6 Now he's ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of his blood be pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth. 7 He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world's remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honours well Which he receiv'd from God. 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] Psalm 2:2. C. M. The same. 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 that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits thro'. 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 "Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands: "Thy rod of iron shall destroy "The rebel that withstands." 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord, Adore the king of heavenly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love address his throne, For if he frown ye die; Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely. Psalm 2:3. L. M. Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension. 1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans why their swords employ? Against the Lord their powers engage His dear anointed to destroy? 2 "Come, let us break his bands," they say, "This man shall never give us laws ;" And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd the monarch to the cross. 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. 4 "I will maintain the King I made "On Zion's everlasting hill, "My hand shall bring him from the dead, "And he shall stand your sovereign still." 5 [His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known! The Lord declares his heavenly birth, "This day have I begot my Son. 6 "Ascend, my Son, to my right hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The utmost bounds of heathen lands; "To thee the northern isles shall bow."] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod shall crush his foes with ease As potters' earthen work is broke. PAUSE. 8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb; at his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love address the Son, Lest he grow angry and ye die; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown If ye provoke his jealousy. 10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell: He is a God, and ye but dust: Happy the souls that know him well, And make his grace their only trust. Psalm 3:1. C. M. Doubts and fears supprest; or, God our defence from sin and Satan. 1 My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear, I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdu'd my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What though the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul, My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing: My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Psalm 3:2. 1 2 3 4 5 8. L. M. 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. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry; Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong; He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. Psalm 4:1. 1 2 3 5 6 7. L. M. Hearing prayer; or, God our portion, and Christ our hope. 1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name! 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pardoning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, Our souls desire this heavenly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace and favour so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn and all their wine. Psalm 4:2. 3 4 5 8. C. M. An evening Psalm. 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray I am for ever thine: I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 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, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. Psalm 5. 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. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face. PAUSE. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Psalm 6:1. C. M. Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed. 1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans, He saves us for his mercy's sake And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Psalm 6:2. L. M. Temptations in sickness overcome. 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal. 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Psalm 7. God's care of his people and punishment of persecutors. 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer's near. 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment and command Deliverance for my soul. PAUSE. 6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Psalm 8:1. S. M. God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's dominion over the creatures. 1 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so? Next to thine angels he is plac'd, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. 7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe.] 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. Psalm 8:2. C. M. Christ's condescension and glorification; or, God made man. 1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly 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; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou shouldst 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 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his power. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These lesser glories of the Son Shone thro' the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.] 8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Psalm 8:3. 1 2. paraphrased. First Part. L. M. The Hosanna of the children; or, Infants praising God. 1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. 3 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their king. Psalm 8:4. 3 &c. paraphrased. Second Part. L. M. Adam and Christ, lords of the old and the new creation. 1 Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place? 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so And make him lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? 3 But O, what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state! What honours shall thy Son adorn Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made, See him in dust amongst the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin; But he shall reign with power divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The miseries that attend the fall, New made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet. Psalm 9:1. First Part. Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat. 1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim; Thou sov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put my foes to shame. 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor opprest, To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men, that know thy name will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly seek thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill, Who executes his threatening word, And doth his grace fulfil. Psalm 9:2. 10. Second Part. The wisdom and equity of providence. 1 When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls, that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise: In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father's praise. 3 His foes shall fail with heedless feet Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands had spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God! Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. PAUSE. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, And wait and long complain, Their cries shall not be still forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] Psalm 10. Prayer heard, and saints saved; or, Pride, atheism, and oppression punished. For a humiliation day. 1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy pow'r? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour? 3 They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. PAUSE. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride, "The God of heaven will ne'er engage To fight on Zion's side?" 6 But thou for ever art our Lord; And pow'rful is thine hand, As when the heathens felt thy sword, And perish'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear; He hearkens what his children say, And puts the world in fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust. Psalm 11. God loves the righteous and hates the wicked. 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, "Fly like a timorous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly"? 2 If government be all destroy'd (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits thro'. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways. 5 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. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. Psalm 12:1. L. M. The saint's safety and hope in evil times; or, Sins of the tongue complained of, viz, blasphemy, falsehood, &c. 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man, amongst us here, Will scarce be found if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips, that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. 4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry, "Our tongue shall be controll'd by none: "Where is the Lord will ask us why? "Or say, our lips are not our own?" 5 The Lord who sees the poor opprest, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear Not silver, seven times purify'd From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Tho' when the vilest men have power On every side will sinners swarm. Psalm 12:2. C. M. Complaint of a general corruption of manners; or, The promise and signs of Christ's coming to judgment. 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 flatterer's part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirr'd! "Are not our lips our own" they cry, "And who shall be our lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. PAUSE. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found, And love is waxing cold, 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise, "And make oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free." 8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd, Thro' ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Psalm 13:1. L. M. Pleading with God under desertion; or, Hope, in darkness. 1 How long, 0 Lord, shall I complain Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide? And I still pray and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? And still despair of thy return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest? And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low. 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief; If thou withhold thy heavenly light, I sleep in everlasting night. 5 How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Psalm 13:2. C. M. Complaint under temptations of the devil. 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring 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 around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And victory shall be sung. Psalm 14:1. First Part. By nature all men are sinners. 1 Fools in their hearts believe and say, "That all religion's vain, "There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men." 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord, from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know. 4 By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor knew the paths of peace. 6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In every heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, Till grace refine the ground. Psalm 14:2. Second Part. The folly of persecutors. 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they thy 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 hope 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. 4 O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Psalm 15:1. C. M. Characters of a saint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, The qualifications of a Christian. 1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace? 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker's promises, And follows his commands. 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbour wrong. 4 The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord: And tho' to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor; This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heaven secure. Psalm 15:2. L. M. Religion and justice, goodness and truth; or, Duties to God and man; or, The qualifications of a Christian. 1 Who shall ascend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below: 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vents it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold: While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 [He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face; And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them.] 7 Yet when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone; This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever Lord, with thee. Psalm 16:1. First Part. L. M. Confession of our poverty, and saints the best company; or, Good works profit men, not God. 1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need For succour to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead; My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest How empty and how poor I am; 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 we 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, I love the men of heavenly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine. Psalm 16:2. Second Part. L. M. Christ's all-sufficiency. 1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise Who haste to seek some idol god! I will not taste their sacrifice, Their offerings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon; He for my life has offer'd up Jesus, his best beloved Son. 3 His love is my perpetual feast; By day his counsels guide me right; And be his name for ever blest, Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes; At my right hand he stands prepar'd To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard. Psalm 16:3. Third Part. L. M. Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. 1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong, His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue, My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 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 discoveries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place. Psalm 16:4. First Part. C. M. Support and counsel from God without merit. 1 Save me, O Lord, from every foe; In thee my trust I place, Tho' all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace. 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath The saints may profit by't; The saints, the glory of the earth, The men of my delight. 3 Let heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is cast Where the true God is known. 4 His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup; Much am I pleas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy, His counsels are my light; He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. 6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye; Not death, nor hell my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh. Psalm 16:5. Second Part. C. M. The death and resurrection of Christ. 1 I Set the Lord before my face, "He bears my courage up; "My heart, and tongue, their joys express, "My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 "My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "Where souls departed are; "Nor quit my body to the grave "To see corruption there. 3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life, "And raise me to thy throne; "Thy courts immortal pleasure give, "Thy presence joys unknown." 4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung, And Providence fulfils the word Of his prophetic tongue. 5 Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucify'd and slain; Behold the tomb its prey restores, Behold, he lives again! 6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven's eternal hills? There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.] Psalm 17:1. 13 &c. S. M. Portion of saints and sinners; or, Hope and despair in death. 1 Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain. 3 Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store: 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 Saviour's blood. 5 There's a new heaven begun, When I awake from death, Drest in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. Psalm 17:2. L. M. The sinner's portion, and saint's hope; or, The heaven of separate souls, and 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 lies 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; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake, and find me there? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. Psalm 18:1. 1-6 15-18. First Part. L. M. Deliverance from despair; or, Temptations overcome. 1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defence, Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. 2 Death, and the terrors of the grave Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. 3 I saw the opening gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tell, While I was hurried to despair. 4 In my distress I call'd 'my God,' When I could scarce believe him mine; He bow'd his ear to my complaint, Then did his grace appear divine. 5 [With speed he flew to my relief, As on a cherub's wing he rode; Awful and bright as lightning shone The face of my deliverer, God. 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, The blast of his almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death.] 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage; But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still, In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord Due to his mercy and his power. Psalm 18:2. 20-26. Second Part. L. M. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 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 Since I have learnt thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face; Or if my feet did e'er depart, 'Twas never with a wicked heart. 3 What sore temptations broke my rest! What wars and strugglings in my breast! But thro' thy grace that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin: 4 That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will; When shall thy Spirit's sovereign power Destroy it that it rise no more? 5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward; The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful, and as kind. 6 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they; And men that love revenge shall know, God hath an arm of vengeance too.] Psalm 18:3. 30 31 34 35 46. 3d Part. L. M. Rejoicing in God; or, Salvation and triumph. 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 that 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; Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 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 for ever shall extend; Thy love to saints in Christ their head Knows not a limit, nor an end. Psalm 18:4. First Part. C. M. Victory and triumph over temporal enemies. 1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore, Now is thine arm reveal'd; Thou art our strength, our heavenly tower, 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. 3 When God, our leader, shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms? The lightning of his spear? 4 He rides upon the winged wind, And angels in array In millions wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. 5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke, Whole armies are dismay'd; His voice, his frown, his angry look Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our generals for the field, With all their dreadful skill; Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. 7 [He arms our captains to the fight, Tho' there his name's forgot: He girded Cyrus with his might, But Cyrus knew him not. 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest For his own church's sake: The powers that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake.] Psalm 18:5. Second Part. C. M. The conqueror's song. 1 To thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. 2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail, And break united powers, Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their towers. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found! 4 In vain to idol-saints they cry, And perish in their blood; Where is a rock so great, so high, So powerful as our God? 5 The Rock of Israel ever lives, His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the victory gives, And gives his people rest. 6 On kings that reign as David did, He pours his blessings down; Secures their honours to their seed, And well supports the crown. Psalm 19:1. First Part. S. M. The book of nature and scripture. For a Lord's-day morning. 1 Behold the lofty sky Declares its maker God, And all his starry works on high Proclaim his power 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. 3 In every different land Their general voice is known They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye British 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 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit, His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. 7 [Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace past So much allures the sight. 8 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name.] Psalm 19:2. Second Part. S. M. God's word most excellent; or, Sincerity and watchfulness. For a Lord's-day morning. 1 Behold the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams thro' all the nations run, And life and light convey. 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 word! And all thy judgments just! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven! PAUSE. 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey; Send thy good Spirit from above To guide me, lest I stray. 6 O who can ever find The errors of his ways? Yet, with a bold presumptuous mind, I would not dare transgress. 7 Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults, And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 8 While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God. Psalm 19:3. L. M. The books of nature and of scripture compared; or, The glory and success of the gospel. 1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every 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 power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth begun its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till thro' the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heavenly 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 forgiven: Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. Psalm 19:4. To the tune of the 113th Psalm. The book of nature and scripture. 1 Great God, the heaven's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name; There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And every nation knows their voice; The sun, like some young bridegroom drest, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise: Thus God, in every creature shines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace. PAUSE. 5 I love the volumes of thy word; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray; Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 From the discoveries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw, These are my study and delight: Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold, that hath the furnace past, Appears so pleasing to the sight. 7 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain; Accept my poor attempts of praise That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. Psalm 20. Prayer and hope of victory. For a day of prayer in time of war. 1 Now may the God of power and grace Attend his people's humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends Better than shields or brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends Succour and strength, when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts, His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope, And, in the name of Israel's God, Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boast; Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 6 [O! may the memory of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.] 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hopes be firm and strong, Till the salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song. Psalm 21:1. C. M. Our king is the care of heaven. 1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heaven his cheerful voice. 2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round, Has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame. 3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply. 4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command. 5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a fiery oven's rage, Their hopes and them consume. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare For thine almighty name. Psalm 21:2. 1-9. L. M. Christ exalted to the kingdom. 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 triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And given the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honour and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine; Blest with the favour of thy face, And length of everlasting days. 5 Thy hand shall find out all his foes; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. Psalm 22:1. 1-16. First Part. C. M, The sufferings and death of Christ. 1 "Why has my God my soul forsook, "Nor will a smile afford?" (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found; But I'm a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 Shaking the head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; "In vain he trusts in God" they cry, "Neglected and forlorn." 5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh By thine almighty word, And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my Father hide his face, When foes stand threatening round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? PAUSE. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The Son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up; And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Psalm 22:2. 20 21 27-31. 2d Part. C. M. 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 powers of hell alone." 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears. 3 Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. 4 A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons. 5 The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. 6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood. Psalm 22:3. L. M. Christ's sufferings and exaltation. 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 shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; "He rescu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his father and his friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their power. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God, his Father, heard his cry: Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high. The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. Psalm 23:1. L. M. God our Shepherd. 1 My shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supply'd 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; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely blest. 3 My wandering 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 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my shepherd's with me there. 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell Gaze at thy goodness and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. 7 [How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest! 'Tis a divine anointing shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise.] Psalm 23:2. C. M. The same. 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 wandering 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; O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise! 6 There would I find a settled rest, (While others go and come) No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. Psalm 23:3. S. M. The same. 1 The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply'd; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly 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; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade My Shepherd's with me there. 5 In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread, My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. Psalm 24:1. C. M. Dwelling with God. 1 The earth for ever is the Lord's, With Adam's numerous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the seas. 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode? He that has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God. 3 This is the man may rise, and take The blessings of his grace; This is the lot of those that seek The God of Jacob's face. 4 Now let our soul's immortal powers To meet the Lord prepare, Lift up their everlasting doors, The King of glory's near. 5 The King of glory! who can tell The wonders of his might! He rules the nations; but to dwell With saints is his delight. Psalm 24:2. L. M. Saints dwell in heaven; or, Christ's ascension. 1 This spacious earth is all the Lord's, And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds: He rais'd the building on the seas, And gave it for their dwelling-place. 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his Maker God? 3 He that abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure whose hands are clean, Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness. 4 These are the men, the pious race That seek the God of Jacob's face; These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light. PAUSE. 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display To make the Lord the Saviour way: Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The conqueror comes with God to dwell. 7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before, He opens heaven's eternal door, To give his saints a blest abode Near their Redeemer, and their God. Psalm 25:1. 1-11. First Part. Waiting for pardon and direction. 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 powers of hell Persuade me to despair; Lord, make me know thy covenant well, That I may 'scape the snare. 3 From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever-longing eyes. 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. 6 For his own goodness' sake He saves my soul from shame; He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) Thro' my Redeemer's name. Psalm 25:2. 12 14 10 13. Second Part. Divine instruction. 1 Where shall the man be found That fears t' offend his God, That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod? 2 The Lord shall make him know The secrets of his heart, The wonders of his covenant show, And all his love impart. 3 The dealings of his hand Are truth and mercy still With such as to his covenant stand, And love to do his will. 4 Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face, Their seed shall taste the promises, In their extensive grace. Psalm 25:3. 15-22. Third Part. Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion. 1 Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word. 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near: When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare? 3 When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wandering feet have trod? 4 The tumult of my thoughts Doth but enlarge my woe; My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low. 5 With every morning light My sorrow new begins; Look on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins. PAUSE. 6 Behold the hosts of hell How cruel is their hate! Against my life they rise, and join Their fury with deceit. 7 O keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame, For I have plac'd my only trust In my Redeemer's name. 8 With humble faith I wait To see thy face again; Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, "He sought the Lord in vain." Psalm 26. Self-examination; or, Evidences of grace. 1 Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways, And try my reins, and try 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; The scoffer and the hypocrite Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 3 Amongst thy saints will I appear, With hands well wash'd in innocence; But when I stand before thy bar, The blood of Christ is my defence. 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, The temple where thine honours dwell; There shall I hear thine 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. Psalm 27:1. 1-6. First Part. The church is our delight and safety. 1 The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too; God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires; O grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God! 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still, Shall hear thy messages of love, And there enquire 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. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. Psalm 27:2. 8 9 13 14. Second Part. Prayer and Hope. 1 Soon as I heard my Father say, "Ye children, seek my grace;" My heart reply'd without delay, "I'll seek my Father's face." 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away; 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 would make my life his care And all my need supply. 4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief, Had not my soul believ'd To see thy grace provide relief, Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, And keep your courage up; He'll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope. Psalm 29. L. M. Storm and thunder. 1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, Give to the Lord renown and power, Ascribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud Over the ocean and the land; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind, Lay the wide forests 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. 5 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, The thunderer reigns for ever king; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 6 In gentler language there the Lord The counsels of his grace imparts; Amidst the raging storm his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. Psalm 30:1. First Part. Sickness healed, 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? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless, While you record his holiness. 3 His anger but a moment stays His love is life and length of days; Tho' grief and tears the night employ, The morning-star restores the joy. Psalm 30:2. 6. Second Part. Health, sickness, and recovery. 1 Firm was my health, my day was bright, And I presum'd '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 dy'd. 3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God, "What canst thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the dust can I declare "Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there? 4 "Hear me, O God of grace," I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilt. 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; 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 Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heaven, For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiven. Psalm 31:1. 5 13-19 22 23. First Part. Deliverance from death. 1 Into thine hand, 0 God of truth, My spirit I commit; Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death, And sav'd me from the pit. 2 The passions of my hope and fear Maintain'd a doubtful strife, While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd To take away my life. 3 "My times are in thine hand," I cry'd, "Tho' I draw near the dust ;" Thou art the refuge where I hide, The God in whom I trust. 4 O make thy reconciled face Upon thy servant shine, And save me for thy mercy's sake, For I'm entirely thine. PAUSE. 5 ['Twas in my haste, my spirit said, "I must despair and die, "I am cut off before thine eyes;" But thou hast heard me cry.] 6 Thy goodness how divinely free! How wondrous is thy grace To those that fear thy majesty, And trust thy promises! 7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints, And sing his praises loud; He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And recompense the proud. Psalm 31:2. 7-13 18-21. Second Part. Deliverance from slander and reproach. 1 My heart rejoices in thy name, My God, my help, my trust; Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame, Mine honour from the dust. 2 "My life is spent with grief," I cry'd, "My years consum'd in groans, "My strength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, "And sorrow wastes my bones." 3 Among mine enemies my name Was a mere proverb grown, While to my neighbours I became Forgotten and unknown. 4 Slander and fear on every side, Seiz'd and beset me round; I to the throne of grace apply'd, And speedy rescue found. PAUSE. 5 How great deliverance thou hast wrought Before the sons of men! The lying lips to silence brought, And made their boastings vain! 6 Thy children, from the strife of tongues, Shall thy pavilion hide, Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the sons of pride. 7 Within thy secret presence, Lord, Let me for ever dwell; No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd, Secures a saint so well. Psalm 32:1. S. M. Forgiveness of sins upon confession. 1 O blessed souls are they Whose sins are cover'd o'er! Divinely blest, to whom the Lord imputes their guilt no more. 2 They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I conceal'd my guilt I felt the festering wound, Till I confess'd my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone. Psalm 32:2. First Part. L. M. Free pardon and sincere obedience; or, Confession and forgiveness. 1 Happy the man to whom his God No more imputes his sin, But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood, Hath made his garments clean! 2 Happy, beyond expression, he Whose debts are thus discharg'd; 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. 4 While I my inward guilt supprest, 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 troubled thoughts, My secret sins reveal'd; Thy pardoning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon seal'd. 6 This shall invite thy saints to pray, When, like a raging flood, Temptations rise, our strength and stay Is a forgiving God. Psalm 32:3. L. M. Repentance and free pardon; or, Justification and sanctification. 1 Blest is the man, for ever blest, Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God, Whose sins with sorrow are confess'd, And cover'd with his Saviour'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. 4 How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins! While a bright evidence of grace Thro' his whole life appears and shines. Psalm 32:4. Second Part. L. M. A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon. 1 While I keep silence, and conceal My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my conscience feel! What agonies of inward smart! 2 I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess; Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace. 3 For this shall every humble soul Make swift addresses to thy seat; When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. 4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie, When days grow dark, and storms appear! And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from every snare. Psalm 33:1. First Part. C. M. Works of creation and providence. 1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work belongs to you: Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, just, and true! 2 His mercy and his righteousness Let heaven and earth proclaim; His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wondrous name. 3 His wisdom and almighty word The heavenly arches spread; And by the Spirit of the Lord Their shining hosts were made. 4 He bid the liquid waters flow To their appointed deep; The flowing seas their limits know, And their own station keep. 5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth, With fear before him stand; He spake, and nature took its birth, And rests on his command. 6 He scorns the angry nations' rage, And breaks their vain designs; His counsel stands thro' every age, And in full glory shines. Psalm 33:2. Second Part. C. M. Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient. 1 Blest is the nation where the Lord Hath fix'd his gracious throne; Where he reveals his heavenly word, And calls their tribes his own. 2 His eye, with infinite survey, Does the whole world behold; He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould. 3 Kings are not rescu'd by the force Of armies from the grave; Nor speed nor courage of an horse Can the bold rider save, 4 Vain is the strength of beasts or men To hope for safety thence; But holy souls from God obtain A strong and sure defence. 5 God is their fear, and God their trust, When plagues or famine spread, His watchful eye secures the just Amongst ten thousand dead. 6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, And bless us from thy throne; For we have made thy word our choice, And trust thy grace alone. Psalm 33:3. First Part. As the 113th Psalm. Works of creation and providence. 1 Ye holy souls, in God rejoice, Your Maker's praise becomes your voice; Great is your theme, your songs be new: Sing of his name, his word, his ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wise and holy, just and true. 2 Justice and truth he ever loves, And the whole earth his goodness proves, His word the heavenly arches spread; How wide they shine from north to south! And by the Spirit of his mouth Were all the starry armies made. 3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas, Those watery treasures know their place, In the vast storehouse of the deep: He spake, and gave all nature birth; And fires, and seas, and heaven, and earth, His everlasting orders keep. 4 Let mortals tremble and adore A God of such resistless power, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands; But his eternal counsel stands, And rules the world from age to age. Psalm 33:4. Second Part. As the 113th Psalm. Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient. 1 O Happy nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasure of his word, And builds his church his earthly throne! His eye the heathen world surveys, He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways; But God their Maker is unknown. 2 Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast; In vain they boast, in vain rely; In vain we trust the brutal force, Or speed, or courage of an horse, To guard his rider, or to fly. 3 The eye of thy compassion, Lord, Doth more secure defence afford When death or dangers threatening stand; Thy watchful eye preserves the just, Who make thy name their fear and trust, When wars or famine waste the land. 4 In sickness or the bloody field, Thou our physician, thou our shield, Send us salvation from thy throne; We wait to see thy goodness shine; Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone. Psalm 34:1. First Part. L. M. God's care of the saints; or, Deliverance by 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 Has not expos'd my hope to shame. 3 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, Their faces feel the heavenly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine. 6 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the Lord; O fear and love him, all his saints, Taste of his grace and trust his word. 6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain And hunger, roar thro' all the wood; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good. Psalm 34:2. 11-22. Second Part. L. M. Religious education; or, Instructions of piety. 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 impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his saints, His ears are open to their cries; He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence and lies. 4 To humble souls and broken hearts God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts When men in deep contrition lie. 5 He tell their tears, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their souls from death; His Spirit heals their broken bones, They in his praise employ their breath. Psalm 34:3. 1-10. First Part. C. M. Prayer and Praise for eminent deliverance. 1 I'll bless the Lord from day to day; How good are all his ways! Ye humble souls that use to pray, Come, help my lips to praise. 2 Sing to the honour of his name, How a poor sufferer cry'd, Nor was his hope expos'd to shame, Nor was his suit deny'd. 3 When threatening sorrows round me stood, And endless fears arose, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes; 4 I told the Lord my sore distress With heavy groans and tears, He gave my sharpest torments ease, And silenc'd all my fears. PAUSE. 5 [O sinners, come and taste his love, Come, learn his pleasant ways, And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace. 6 He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell What ills their heavenly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell.] 7 [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! 8 Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar, And famish in the wood; But God supplies his holy poor With every needful good.] Psalm 34:4. 11-22. Second Part. C. M. Exhortations to peace and 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 works 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 What tho' the sorrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now. 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own, Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone. 6 When desolation like a flood, O'er the proud sinner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls. Psalm 35:1. 1-9. First Part. Prayer and faith of persecuted saints; or, Imprecations mixed with charity. 1 Now plead my cause, almighty God, With all the Sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. 2 Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Saviour God." 3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made. 4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slippery be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound. 5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. 6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. 7 But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew By thy surprising grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Psalm 35:2. 12-14. Second Part. Love to enemies; or, The love of Christ to sinners typified in David. 1 Behold the love, the generous love That holy David shows; Hark, how his sounding bowels move To his afflicted foes! 2 When they are sick his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortify'd his soul, While for their life he pray'd. 4 They groan'd; and curs'd him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. 5 O glorious type of heavenly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Israel's king, Blest and belov'd of God, To save us rebels dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood. Psalm 36:1. 5-9. L. M. The perfections and providence of God; or, General providence and special grace. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; 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 From the provisions of thy house We shall 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 the Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promis'd in thy word. Psalm 36:2. 1 2 5 6 7 9 C. M. Practical atheism exposed; or, The being and attributes of God asserted. 1 While men grow bold in wicked ways! And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none." 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare (Whate'er their lips profess) God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek his grace. 3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there's an hastening hour When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of thy power. 4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Tho' mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep unfathom'd sea. 5 Above the heavens' created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds, Where time and nature end. 6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of thy wings Thy children choose to rest. 7 [From thee, when creature-streams run low, And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. 8 Tho' all created light decay, And death close up our eyes Thy presence makes eternal day Where clouds can never rise.] Psalm 36:3. 1-7. S. M. The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God; or. Practical atheism exposed. 1 When man grows bold in sin My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, Nor fear before his eyes." 2 [He walks awhile conceal'd In a self-flattering dream, Till his dark crimes at once reveal'd Expose his hateful name.] 3 His heart is false and foul, His words are smooth and fair; Wisdom is banish'd from his soul, And leaves no goodness there. 4 He plots upon his bed New mischiefs to fulfil; He sets his heart, and hand, and head, To practise all that's ill. 5 But there's a dreadful God, Tho' men renounce his fear; His justice hid behind the cloud Shall one great day appear. 6 His truth transcends the sky; In heaven his mercies dwell; Deep as the sea his judgments lie, His anger burns to hell. 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs! O never let my soul remove From underneath his wings. Psalm 37:1. 1-15. First Part. The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief; or, The rewards of the righteous, and the wicked; or, The world's hatred, and the saint's patience. 1 Why should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies. 2 As flowery grass cut down at noon, Before the evening fades So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades. 3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. 4 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. 6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches with abundant peace, To humble souls are given. PAUSE. 7 Rest in the Lord and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Tho' providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. 8 Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come. 9 They have drawn out the threatening sword, Have bent the murderous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts. Psalm 37:2. 16 21 26-31. Second Part. Charity to the poor; or, Religion in words and deeds. 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 liberal heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. 6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell for ever there. Psalm 37:3. 23-27. Third Part. The way and end of the righteous and the wicked. 1 My God, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will; Tho' they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. 2 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. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. 4 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down. PAUSE. 5 The haughty sinner have I seen, Nor fearing man nor God, Like a tall bay-tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. 6 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground, Destroy'd by hands unseen: Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; True pleasure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Psalm 38. Guilt of conscience and relief; or, Repentance, and prayer for pardon and health. 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a father's chastening prove Like an avenger's sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father's frown. 5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore, None of my powers are whole; The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear, And every sigh, and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. 8 [My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see't; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve for all my sin, I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.] Psalm 39:1. 1 2 3. First Part. Watchfulness over the tongue; or, 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 neighbour wrong." 2 And if I'm 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 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be overaw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That I can speak for God. Psalm 39:2. 4-7. Second Part. The vanity of man as mortal. 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. 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower 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 the noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour'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 recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Psalm 39:3. 9-13. Third Part. Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining. 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; 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 murmuring word Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies Thro' thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble's broke! Adam and all his numerous race Are vanity and smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were, May I be well prepar'd to go When I the summons hear. 7 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Psalm 40:1. 1 3 5 17. First Part. C. M. A song of deliverance from great distress. 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. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. 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. 5 How many are thy thoughts of love! Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Psalm 40:2. 6-9. Second Part. C. M. The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ. 1 Thus saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt offerings o'er, "In dying goats and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more." 2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will; "'Whate'er thy sacred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil. 3 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart." 4 And see the bless'd Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners' cries, And, to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice, PAUSE. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin. 8 Then was the great salvation spread, And Satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd seed The serpent's head was broke. Psalm 40:3. 5-10. L. M. Christ our sacrifice. 1 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt, But thou hast set before our eyes An all-sufficient sacrifice. 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, To thy designs he bows his ears, Assumes a body, well prepar'd, And well performs a work so hard. 4 "Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries, With love and duty in his eyes) "I come to bear the heavy load "Of sins, and do thy will, my God. 5 "'Tis written in thy great decree, "'Tis in thy book foretold of me, "I must fulfil the Saviour's part, "And, lo! thy law is in my heart! 6 "I'll magnify thy holy law, "And rebels to obedience draw, "'When on my cross I'm lifted high, "Or to my crown above the sky. 7 "The Spirit shall descend, and show "What thou hast done, and what I do; "The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, "Thy wisdom and thy righteousness." Psalm 41. 1 2 3. Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted. 1 Blest is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor, Whose soul, by sympathising love, Feels what his fellow-saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has bowels too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven. Psalm 42:1. 1-5. First Part. Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship. 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. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?" 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Psalm 42:2. 6-11. Second Part. Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in afflictions. 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, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. 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. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say "My God, my heavenly Rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too, He is my rest, my sure relief. 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill, My God, my most exceeding Joy. Psalm 44. 1 2 3 8 15-26. The church's complaint in persecution. 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power 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; Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone. 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. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given. 6 Tho' dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore Hard by the gates of death. PAUSE. 7 We are expos'd all day to die As martyrs for thy cause, As sheep for slaughter bound we lie By sharp and bloody laws. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy Name, The merits of thy blood. Psalm 45:1. S. M. The glory of Christ; the success of the gospel; and the Gentile church. 1 My Saviour and my King, Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word. Strike thro' thy stubborn foes, Or melt their hearts t'obey, While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, Attend thy glorious way. 4 Thy laws, O God, are right; Thy throne shall ever end; And thy victorious gospel proves A sceptre in thy hand. 5 [Thy Father and thy God Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil, T'anoint thy sacred head.] 6 [Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen.] 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house; Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. 8 O let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy. Psalm 45:2. C. M. The personal glories and government of Christ. 1 I'll speak the honours of my King, His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy speech and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crown'd thy sacred head. 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes, And make the world obey. 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love. 5 Justice and truth attend thee still But mercy is thy choice; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys. Psalm 45:3. First Part. L. M. The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel. 1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour-king, Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair His form! how 'bright his beauties are! 2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 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. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, Justice and grace are thy delight. 6 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. Psalm 45:4. Second Part. L. M. Christ and his church; or, The mystical marriage. 1 The king of saints, how fair his face, Adorn'd with majesty and grace! 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 heavenly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 He forms her beauties like his own; He calls and seats her near his throne: Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native state. 4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the favourite of his choice; Let him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies, And all thy Sons (a numerous train) Each like a prince in glory reign! 6 Let endless honours crown his head; Let every age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love. Psalm 46:1. First Part. The church's safety and triumph among national desolations. 1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every 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 thro', And watering our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r. Psalm 46:2. Second Part. God fights for his church. 1 Let Sion in her King rejoice, Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid; Behold the works his hand has wrought, What desolations he has made! 3 From sea to sea, thro' all the shores, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; Keep silence all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his Name. 5 "Be still, and learn that I am God, "I'll be exalted o'er the lands, "I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But still my throne in Sion stands." 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell. Psalm 47. Christ ascending and reigning. 1 O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high, His heavenly guards around Attend him rising thro' 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 honour 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 solemn sound 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, And heathens taste his grace. 6 The British islands are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known, While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne. Psalm 48:1. 1-8. First Part. The church is the honour and safety of a nation. 1 [Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.] 3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone Thro' all her palaces! 4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind They fled with hasty tear. 5 When navies tall and proud Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempests roaring loud, And sinks them in the seas. 6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been. 7 In every new distress We'll to his house repair. We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Psalm 48:2. 10-14. Second Part. The beauty of the church; or, Gospel worship and order. 1 Far as thy name is known The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne Their songs of honour raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand On Sion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well. 4 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, 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 worship now Will guide us till we die, Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. Psalm 49:1. 8-14. First Part. C. M. Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches. 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide? 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as tho' his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold That man may never die.] 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-- "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land." 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his memory dies! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcase lies. PAUSE. 8 This is the folly of their way; And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honour raise them high. Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. 10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet break their sleep In terror and despair. Psalm 49:2. 14 15. Second Part. C. M. Death and the resurrection. 1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust, Your pomp shall rise no more, 2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked soul receive, When sep'rate from the flesh; And break the prison of the grave To raise my bones afresh. 4 Heaven is my everlasting home, Th' inheritance is sure; Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more. Psalm 49:3. L. M. The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection. 1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave! 2 They can't redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th' oppressor at their feet. 5 His honours perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood: That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o'er the proud. 6 My Saviour shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God. Psalm 50:1. 1-6. First Part. C. M. The last judgment; or, The saints rewarded. 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. 3 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 Heaven from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom. 5 "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his blood. 6 "Their faith and works brought forth to light "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heaven adore my grace." Psalm 50:2. 8 10 11 14 15 23. Second Part. C. M. Obedience is better than sacrifice. 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks and herds are mine "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Call upon me when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "He glorifies me best; "And those that tread my holy ways "Shall my salvation taste." Psalm 50:3. 1 5 8 16 21 22. 3d Part. C. M. The judgement 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. 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 "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "And sin without control? "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliverer there. Psalm 50:4. L. M. Hypocrisy exposed. 1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong; Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Psalm 50:5. To a new Tune. The last judgment. 1 The Lord the Sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners doom: But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3 Behold! my covenant stands for ever good, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There's no distinction here: come spread their thrones, And near me seat my favorites and my sons. 4 I their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love: in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited with lone-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake, before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Psalm 50:6. To the old proper Tune. The last judgment. 1 The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day; Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him, 3 "Heaven, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come "To hear my justice and the sinner's doom; "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands:" When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, "And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the ancient worship or the new." There's no distinction here: join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones: "And near me seat my favorites and my sons: "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began! 'tis your divine reward:" When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. PAUSE THE FIRST. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad "My just eternal sentence, and declare "Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear," When God appears all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane, "Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain, "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire, "I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings that were mine before:" Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? "Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed:" All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation: Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. PAUSE THE SECOND. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a spirit with such toys as these! "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!" Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at my altar waits, "His harden'd soul divine instruction hates." God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long suffering love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near:" Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.. EPIPHONEMA. 15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise: Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend: Then join the saints: wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Psalm 51:1. First Part. L. M. A penitent pleading for pardon. 1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my Soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my 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, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Psalms 51:2. Second Part. L. M. Original and actual sin confessed. 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 defil'd in every part. 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: O make me wise betimes to spy My danger, and my remedy.] 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. 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh, nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Psalm 51:3. Third Part. L. M. The backslider restored; or, Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ. 1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His 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 down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. Psalm 51:4. 3-13. First Part. C. M. Original and actual sin confessed and pardoned. 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, Heaven would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I 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 advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O, 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. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Psalm 51:5. 14-17. Second Part. C. M. Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ. 1 O God of mercy! hear my call, My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall That bars me from thy love. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. 3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart Is our best sacrifice. Psalm 53. 4-6. Victory and deliverance from persecution. 1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise; For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm. 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array: When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey. 4 O for a word from Sion's King Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more. Psalm 55:1. 1-8 16-18 22. C. M. Support for the afflicted and tempted soul. 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 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death, 4 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, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call Can save me here as well. PAUSE. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Psalm 55:2. 15-17 19 22. S. M. Dangerous prosperity; or, Daily devotions encouraged. 1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road 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 neither fear nor trust thy Name, Nor learn to do thy will. 5 But I with all my cares Will call upon the Lord, I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word, 6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move. Psalm 56. Deliverance from oppression and falsehood; or, God's care of his people, in answer to faith and prayer. 1 Thou, whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace! 2 The Sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word. 3 In God most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. 4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their councils fill, And malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand! PAUSE. 6 God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. 7 When to thy throne I raise my cry The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me. 8 In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "how faithful is thy word, "How righteous all thy ways!" 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death; O set thy prisoner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thee. Psalm 57. Praise for protection, grace, and truth. 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 is overblown. 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends his angel from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens where angels dwell: Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise Immortal honours to thy 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. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. Psalm 58. As the 113th Psalm. Warning to magistrates. 1 Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injur'd poor before you stands? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hands? 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? High in the heavens his justice reigns? Yet you invade the rights of God, And send your bold decrees abroad, To bind the conscience in your chains. 3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow sharp, the poison strong, And death attends where'er it wounds: You hear no counsels, cries or tears; So the deaf adder stops her ears Against the power of charming sounds. 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood; And crush the serpents in the dust: As empty chaff when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies, So let their hopes and names be lost. 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of snow dissolve and run, Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births, that never see the sun. 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford; And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, "A God that hears his children cry, "And will their sufferings well repay." Psalm 60. 1-5 10-12. On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war. 1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off? Must we for ever mourn? Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath? Shall mercy ne'er return? 2 The terror of one frown of thine Melts all our strength away; Like men that totter drunk with wine, We tremble in dismay. 3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke, And dreads thy threatening hand; O heal the island thou hast broke, Confirm the wavering land. 4 Lift up a banner in the field, For those that fear thy Name; Save thy beloved with thy shield, And put our foes to shame. 5 Go with our armies to the fight, Like a confederate God; In vain confederate powers unite Against thy lifted rod. 6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown By thine assisting hand; 'Tis God that treads the mighty down, And makes the feeble stand. Psalm 61. 1-6. Safety in God. 1 When overwhelm'd with grief My heart within me dies, Helpless and far from all relief To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy Name; If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same. Psalm 62. 5-12. No trust in the creatures; or, Faith in divine grace and power. 1 My spirit looks to God alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; 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, 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 Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your heart on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke; And not believe what God hath spoke? 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, "All power is his eternal due; "He must be fear'd and trusted too." 6 For sovereign power reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. Psalm 63:1. 1 2 5 34. First Part. C. M. The morning of a Lord's day. 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 glory and thy power Thro' all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 5 Not life itself with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus till my last expiring day I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Psalm 63:2. 6-10. Second Part. Midnight thoughts recollected. 1 'Twas in the watches of the night I thought upon thy power, I kept thy lovely face in sight Amidst the darkest hour. 2 My flesh lay resting on my bed, My soul arose on high; "My God, my life, my hope," I said, "Bring thy salvation nigh." 3 My spirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heavenly 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; My heart rejoices in thine aid, My tongue awakes and sings. 5 But the destroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain; The tempter shall for ever cease, And all my sins be slain. 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death, And send them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the deeps of hell. Psalm 63:3. L. M. Longing after God; or, The love of God better than life. 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. 3 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 power of sovereign grace. 5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Not all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest Or raise my cheerful passions so. 6 My life itself without thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the Lord. 7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days. Psalm 63:4. S. M. Seeking God. 1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine, And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace. 4 For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to this, To serve and please the Lord. 5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. 6 In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. 8 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. Psalm 65:1. 1-5. First Part. L. M. Public prayer and praise. 1 The praise of Sion waits for thee, My God; and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes And islands of the northern sea. 3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again. 4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee, Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free. PAUSE. 5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress When Sion's God himself arrays In terror, and in righteousness. 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love to give his churches rest. 7 Then shall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see their Saviour's name ador'd. Psalm 65:2. 5-13. Second Part. L. M. Divine providence in air, earth, and sea; or, The God of nature and grace. 1 The God of our salvation hears The groans of Sion mix'd with tears; Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's Name is known By nature's feeble light alone. 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God; When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. 4 He bids the noisy tempest cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms shaken by the storm He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains establish'd by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze and lightnings fly, The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 7 At his command the morning-ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. 8 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit and drest in flowers. 9 'Tis from his watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the vallies yield; The vallies shout with cheerful voice, And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys. 11 The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in his language speaks thy Name. 12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine, O'er every field thy glories shine; Thro' every month thy gifts appear; Great God! thy goodness crowns the year. Psalm 65:3. First Part. C. M. A prayer-hearing God, and the Gentiles called. 1 Praise waits in Sion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pardoning grace is thine, And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer every sin. 3 Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine house To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answering what thy church requests Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy Name their trust. 6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, When signs in heaven appear; But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear. Psalm 65:4. Second Part. C. M. The providence of God in air, earth, and sea; or, The blessing of rain. 1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal power; The sea grows calm at thy command, And tempests cease to roar. 2 Thy morning light and evening shade Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flowers adorn the spring. 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, Heaven, earth, and air are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers, The author is divine. 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around, With watery 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, Thy goodness crowns the year. Psalm 65:5. Third Part. C. M. The blessing: of the spring; or, God gives rain. A psalm for the husbandman. 1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. 2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out, at thy command, Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land. 3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor labourers sing. 4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers; 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 parching grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways; The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise. Psalm 66:1. First Part. Governing power and goodness; or, Our graces tried by afflictions. 1 Sing, all ye nations, to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise; With melody of sound record His honours, and your joys. 2 Say to the power that shakes the sky, "How terrible art thou! "Sinners before thy presence fly, "Or at thy feet they bow." 3 [Come, see the wonders of our God, How glorious are his ways: In Moses' hand he puts his rod, And cleaves the frighted seas. 4 He made the ebbing channel dry, While Israel pass'd the flood; There did the church begin their joy, And triumph in their God.] 5 He rules by his resistless might: Will rebel mortals dare Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, And tempt that dreadful war? 6 O bless our God and never cease; Ye saints, fulfil his praise; He keeps our life, maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways. 7 Lord, thou hast prov'd our suffering souls, To make our graces shine; So silver bears the burning coals The metal to refine. 8 Thro' watery deeps and fiery ways We march at thy command, Led to possess the promis'd place By thine unerring hand. Psalm 66:2. 13-20. Second Part. Praise to God for hearing prayer. 1 Now shall my solemn vows be paid To that Almighty power, That heard the long requests I made In my distressful hour. 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known; Come, ye that fear my God, and hear The wonders he has done. 3 When on my head huge sorrows fell, I sought his heavenly aid, He sav'd my sinking soul from hell, And death's eternal shade. 4 If sin lay cover'd in my heart, While prayer employ'd my tongue, The Lord had shewn me no regard, Nor I his praises sung. 5 But God, (his Name be ever blest) Hath set my spirit free, Nor turn'd from him my poor request, Nor turn'd his heart from me. Psalm 67. The nation's prosperity and the church's increase. 1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal thy power thro' all our coasts, And shew thy smiling face. 2 [Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou our glory stand, And like a wall of guardian fire Surround the favourite land.] 3 When shall thy Name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God? 4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice; While British tongues exalt his praise, And British hearts rejoice. 5 He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, That sits enthron'd above, Wisely commands the worlds he made In justice and in love. 6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will, And yield a full increase; Our God will crown his chosen isle With fruitfulness and peace. 7 God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favours here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear. Psalm 68:1. 1-6 32-35. First Part. The vengeance and compassion of God. 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 comes array'd in burning flames; Justice and vengeance are his names: Behold his fainting foes expire Like melting wax before the fire.] 3 He rides and thunders thro' the sky; His name Jehovah sounds on high: Sing to his Name, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before his face. 4 The widow and the fatherless Fly to his aid in sharp distress; In him the poor and helpless find A Judge that's just, a Father kind. 5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again; But rebels that dispute his will, Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. PAUSE. 6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown him, ye nations, in your song; His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honours shall enrich your verse. 7 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! In Israel are his mercies known, Israel is his peculiar throne. 8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest! He's your defence, your joy, your rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Psalm 68:2. 17 18. Second Part. Christ's ascension, and the gift of the Spirit. 1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky; Those heavenly 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 powers of hell That thousand souls had captive made, Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his 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. Psalm 68:3. 19 9 20-2. Third Part. Praise for temporal blessings; or, Common and special mercies. 1 We bless the Lord, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 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 heals the weak, and guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love; But the wide difference that remains, Is endless joy, or endless pains. 5 The Lord, that bruis'd the serpent's head, On all the serpent's seed shall tread; The stubborn sinner's hope confound, And smite him with a lasting wound. 6 But his right hand his saints shall raise From the deep earth, or deeper seas, And bring them to his courts above, There shall they taste his special love. Psalm 69:1. 1-14. First Part. C. M. The sufferings of Christ for our salvation. 1 "Save me, O God, the swelling floods "Break in upon my soul: "I sink, and sorrows o'er my head "Like mighty waters roll. 2 "I cry till all my voice be gone, "In tears I waste the day: "My God behold my longing eyes, "And shorten thy delay. 3 "They hate my soul without a cause, "And still their number grows "More than the hairs around my head, "And mighty are my foes. 4 "'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt "That men could never pay, "And gave those honours to thy law "Which sinners took away." 5 Thus in the great Messiah's name, The royal prophet mourns; Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. 6 "Now shall the saints rejoice and find "Salvation in my Name: "For I have borne their heavy load Of sorrow, pain, and shame. 7 "Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, "And sackcloth was my dress, "While I procur'd for naked souls "A robe of righteousness. 8 "Amongst my brethren and the Jews "I like a stranger stood, "And bore their vile reproach to bring "The Gentiles near to God. 9 "I came in sinful mortals' stead, "To do my Father's will; "Yet when I cleans'd my father's house "They scandaliz'd my zeal. 10 "My fasting and my holy groans "Were made the drunkard's song; "But God, from his celestial throne, "Heard my complaining tongue. 11 "He sav'd me from the dreadful deep, "Nor let my soul be drown'd; "He rais'd and fix'd my sinking feet "On well establish'd ground. 12 "'Twas in a most accepted hour "My prayer arose on high, "And for my sake my God shall hear "The dying sinner's cry." Psalm 69:2. 14-21 26 29 32. 2d Part. C. M. The passion and exaltation of Christ. 1 Now let our lips with holy fear And mournful pleasure sing The sufferings of our great High-Priest, The sorrows of our King. 2 He sinks in floods of deep distress: How high the waters rise! While to his heavenly Father's ear He sends perpetual cries. 3 "Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son, "Nor hide thy shining face; "Why should thy favorite look like one "Forsaken of thy grace? 4 "With rage they persecute the man "That groans beneath thy wound, "While for a sacrifice I pour "My life upon the ground. 5 "They tread my honour to the dust, "And laugh when I complain "Their sharp insulting slanders add "Fresh anguish to my pain. 6 "All my reproach is known to thee, "The scandal and the shame; "Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, "And lies defil'd my Name. 7 "I look'd for pity, but in vain; "My kindred are my grief! "I ask my friends for comfort round, "But meet with no relief. 8 "With vinegar they mock my thirst; "They give me gall for food; "And sporting with my dying groans, "They triumph in my blood. 9 "Shine into my distressed soul, "Let thy compassion save; "And tho' my flesh sink down to death, "Redeem it from the grave. 10 "I shall arise to praise thy Name, "Shall reign in worlds unknown; "And thy salvation, O my God, "Shall seat me on thy throne." Psalm 69:3. Third Part. C. M. Christ's obedience and death; or, God glorified and sinners saved. 1 Father, I sing thy wondrous grace, I bless my Saviour's Name, He bought salvation for the poor, And bore the sinner's shame. 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke, And finish'd all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his living songs Shall better please my God Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, Than goats' or bullocks' blood. 4 This shall his humble followers see, And set their hearts at rest; They by his death draw near to thee, And live for ever blest. 5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise, While lands and seas assist the sky, And join t' advance the praise. 6 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son shall bless her gates; And glory purchas'd by his blood For thine own Israel waits. Psalm 69:4. First Part. L. M. Christ's passion, and sinners' salvation. 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 In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell, and powers of death, And all the sons of malice join To execute their curst design. 3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Has made the curse a blessing prove; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Aton'd for sins which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law restor'd; His sorrows made thy justice known, And paid for follies not his own. 6 O for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live; The Lord will hear us in his Name, Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame. Psalm 69:5. 7 &c. Second Part. L. M. Christ's sufferings and zeal. 1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal God, Thy son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their sin: While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause. 3 ["My Father's house, said he, was made "A place for worship, not for trade;" Then scattering all their gold and brass, He scourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 [Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood: Reproaches at thy glory thrown He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 [His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; They curse him with a slanderous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong.] 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies; They nail him to the shameful tree: There hung the man that dy'd for me. 7 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans; Gall was the food they gave him there, And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.] 8 But God beheld; and from his throne Marks out the men that hate his Son; The hand that rais'd him from the dead Shall pour the vengeance on their head. Psalm 71:1. 5-9. First Part. The aged saint's reflection and hope. 1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth. 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power, With all these limbs of mine; And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine. 3 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glories shine Whene'er thy servant dies. 5 Then in the history of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in every page, In every line thy praise. Psalm 71:2. 15 14 16 23 22 24. 2d Part. Christ our strength and righteousness. 1 My Saviour, 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 road, And march with courage in thy strength To see my Father God. 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul redeem'd from sin and hell Shall thy salvation sing. 6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God; His death has brought my foes to shame, And drown'd them in his blood. 7 Awake, awake my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.] Psalm 71:3. 17-21. Third Part. The aged Christian's prayer and song; or, Old age, death, and the resurrection. 1 God of my childhood and my youth, The guide of all my days, I have declar'd thy heavenly truth, And told thy wondrous ways. 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years If God my strength depart? 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim To the surviving age, And leave a savour of thy Name When I shall quit the stage. 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove; O may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love. PAUSE. 5 Thy righteousness is deep and high, Unsearchable thy deeds; Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, And all my praise exceeds. 6 Oft have I heard thy threatenings roar, And oft endur'd the grief; But when thy hand has press'd me sore, Thy grace was my relief. 7 By long experience have I known Thy sovereign power to save; At thy command I venture down Securely to the grave. 8 When I lie buried deep in dust, My flesh shall be thy care These withering limbs with thee I trust To raise them strong and fair. Psalm 72:1. First Part. The kingdom of Christ. 1 Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heaven submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With power 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. 4 As rain on meadows newly mown So shall he send his influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils Like heavenly 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. 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, Drest in the robes of joy and praise; Peace like a river from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Psalm 72:2. Second Part. Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles. 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 barbarous nations at his word Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.] 4 For him shall endless prayer be made And princes throng to crown his head; His Name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 5 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song: And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his Name. 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 7 [Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 8 Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honours to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen.] Psalm 73:1. First Part. C. M. Afflicted saints happy, and prosperous sinners cursed. 1 Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere, Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd And border'd on despair. 2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! "How peaceful is their death! 3 "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes "They lay their fears to sleep; "Against the heavens their slanders rise, "While saints in silence weep. 4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray, "And cleanse my heart in vain, "For I am chasten'd all the day, "The night renews my pain.' 5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, "And grieve the men I love." 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There, as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slippery place, Beside a fiery pit. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace, And think the wicked blest. 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown; That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Psalm 73:2. 23-8. Second Part. God our portion here and hereafter. 1 God my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Thro' this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this 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! God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Psalm 73:3. 22 3 6 17-20. L. M. The prosperity of sinners cursed. 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 honour shine! 2 But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Psalm 73:4. S. M. The mystery of providence unfolded. 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain, Tho' 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 honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Thro' all their life oppression reigns And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulge my doubts to rise "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies?"] 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistakes attend; I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And O that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below. 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine. Psalm 74. The church pleading with God under sore persecutions. 1 Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power. 5 How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; "Come let us burn at once (they cry) The temple and the priest." 7 And still to heighten our distress Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There's not a soul amongst us knows The time of thy return. PAUSE. 9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy Name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer's heat and winter's frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd Name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy mourning dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, almighty God! And give thy children rest. Psalm 75. Power and government from God alone. Applied to the glorious Revolution by King William, or the happy Accession of King George to the Throne. 1 To thee, most holy, and most high, To thee, we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. 2 Britain was doom'd to be a slave, Her frame dissolv'd, her fears were great; When God a new supporter gave To bear the pillars of the state. 3 He from thy hand receiv'd his crown, And sware to rule by wholesome laws His foot shall tread th' oppressor down, His arm defend the righteous cause. 4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the king that God hath made. 5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low. 6 No vain pretence to royal birth Shall fix a tyrant on the throne: God the great sovereign of the earth Will rise and make his justice known. 7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup Of vengeance, mix'd with various plagues, To make the wicked drink them up, Wring out and taste the bitter dregs. 8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just, And while he tramples on the proud, And lays their glory in the dust, My lips shall sing his praise aloud.] Psalm 76. Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church. 1 In Judah God of old was known; His Name in Israel great; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Sion was his seat. 2 Among the praises of his saints His dwelling there he chose; There he receiv'd their just complaints Against their haughty foes. 3 From Sion went his dreadful word, And broke the threatening spear; The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crush'd th' Assyrian war. 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else But mighty hills of prey? The hill on which Jehovah dwells Is glorious more than they. 5 'Twas Sion's King that stopt the breath Of captains and their bands: The men of might slept fast in death, And never found their hands. 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, Both horse and chariot fell; Who knows the terrors of thy rod? Thy vengeance who can tell? 7 What power can stand before thy sight When once thy wrath appears? When heaven shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears. 8 When God in his own sovereign ways Comes down to save th' opprest, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he'll restrain the rest. 9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring, Ye princes, fear his frown: His terror shakes the proudest king, And cuts an army down. 10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke Our haughty foes shall feel: For Jacob's God hath not forsook, But dwells in Sion still.] Psalm 77:1. First Part. Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing. 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And fill'd the night with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbid my rest, And kept my eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o'er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times, When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought, Thy hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Psalm 77:2. Second Part. Comfort derived from ancient providences; or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan. 1 "How awful is thy chastening rod!" (May thine own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way!" 2 I'll meditate his works of old; The King that reigns above; I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 Long did the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest: Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his almighty arm redeem'd The nation that he chose. 5 Israel, his people, and his sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bid them venture thro' the deep, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God! The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown, Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Thro' clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightning shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurl'd; How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand Thro' a dry desert led his flock Home to the promis'd land.] Psalm 78:1. First Part. Providence of God recorded; or, Pious education and instruction of children. 1 Let children hear the mighty deeds, Which God perform'd of old, Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known, His works of power and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down Thro' every rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our Sons, And they again to theirs, That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn in God alone Their hope securely stands, That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands. Psalm 78:2. Second Part. Israel's rebellion and punishment; or, The sins and chastisements of God's people. 1 What a stiff rebellious house Was Jacob's ancient race! False to their own most solemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. 2 They broke the covenant of his love, And did his laws despise, Forgot the works he wrought to prove His power before their eyes. 3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light, From his revenging hand: What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the stubborn land! 4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And march'd in safety thro', With watery walls to guard their way, Till they had 'scap'd the foe. 5 A wondrous pillar mark'd the road, Compos'd of shade and light; By day it prov'd a sheltering cloud, A leading fire by night. 6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd; The gushing waters fell, And ran in rivers by their side, A constant miracle. 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand; "Can he with bread our host supply "Amidst this desert land?" 8 The Lord with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame His terrors ever stand prepar'd To vindicate his Name. Psalm 78:3. Third Part. The punishment of luxury and intemperance; or, Chastisement and salvation. 1 When Israel sins, the Lord reproves, And fills their hearts with dread; Yet he forgives the men he loves, And sends them heavenly bread. 2 He fed them with a liberal hand, And made his treasures known; He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provision down. 3 The manna, like a morning shower, Lay thick around their feet; The corn of heaven, so light, so pure, As tho' 'twere angels' meat. 4 But they in murmuring language said, "Manna is all our feast; "We loathe this light, this airy bread; "We must have flesh to taste." 5 "Ye shall have flesh to please your lust;" The Lord in wrath reply'd, And sent them quails like sand or dust, Heap'd up from side to side. 6 He gave them all their own desire; And greedy as they fed, His vengeance burnt with secret fire, And smote the rebels dead. 7 When some were slain, the rest return'd, And sought the Lord with tears; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears. 8 Oft he chastis'd and still forgave, Till by his gracious hand The nation he resolv'd to save, Possess'd the promis'd land. Psalm 78:4. 32 &c. Fourth Part. Backsliding and forgiveness; or, Sin punished, and saints saved. 1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove By turns thine anger and thy love! There in a glass our hearts may see How fickle and how false they be. 2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot The dreadful wonders God had wrought! Then they provoke him to his face, Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace. 3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain, And made their travels long and vain; A tedious march thro' unknown ways Wore out their strength and spent their days. 4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain, They mourn'd and sought the Lord again; Call'd him the Rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer and their God. 5 Their prayers and vows before him rise As flattering words or solemn lies, While their rebellious tempers prove False to his covenant and his love. 6 Yet did his sovereign grace forgive The men who not deserv'd to live; His anger oft away he turn'd, Or else with gentle flame it burn'd. 7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail, He saw temptation still prevail The God of Abraham lov'd them still, And led them to his holy hill. Psalm 80. The church's prayer under affliction; or, The vineyard of God wasted. 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe thro' the desert and the deep. 2 Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high and guide us thro'; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. 3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. PAUSE I. 5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dews enrich the ground? 6 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit! But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 7 Why is its beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And every beast devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return, Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. PAUSE II. 9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attack'd in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of Promise rose; 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree. 11 'Tis thy own Son, and he shall stand Girt with thy strength at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest With power and grace above the rest. 12 O! for his sake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Psalm 81. 1 8 16. The warnings of God to his people; or, Spiritual blessings and punishments. 1 Sing to the Lord aloud, And make a joyful noise; God is our strength, our Saviour God; Let Israel hear his voice. 2 "From vile idolatry "Preserve my worship clean; "I am the Lord who set thee free "From slavery and sin. 3 "Stretch thy desires abroad, "And I'll supply them well "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Israel will rebel, 4 "I'll leave them," saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey, "And let them run the dangerous road, "'Tis their own chosen way. 5 "Yet O! that all my saints "Would hearken to my voice! "Soon I would ease their sore complaints, "And bid their hearts rejoice. 6 "While I destroy their foes, "I'd richly feed my flock, "And they should taste the stream that flows "From their eternal Rock." Psalm 82. God the supreme Governor; or, Magistrates warned. 1 Among th' assemblies of the great, A greater Ruler takes his seat; The God of heaven, as Judge, surveys Those gods on earth and all their ways. 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws? Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know, Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they shall fall and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne, And rule the nations with his rod; He is our judge, and he our God. Psalm 83. A complaint against persecutors. 1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep? 2 Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread; The men that hate thy saints and thee Lift up their threatening head. 3 Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ, And malice with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. 4 The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to vex thy sheep. 5 "Come, let us join," they cry, "To root them from the ground, "Till not the name of saints remain, "Nor memory shall be found." 6 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. 7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy Name Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. 8 Then shall the nations know That glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sovereign Lord. Psalm 84:1. First Part. L. M. The pleasure of public worship. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings 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; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest: But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Sion's gate; God is their strength, and thro' the road They lean upon their helper God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Psalm 84:2. Second Part. L. M. God and his church; or, Grace and glory. 1 Great God, attend, while Sion sings The joy that from thy presence springs To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thine house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, 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. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man that trusts in thee. Psalm 84:3. 14 2 3 10. Paraphrased. C. M. Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present in his churches. 1 My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. PAUSE. 5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode: When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God? 6 The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. 7 To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys. 8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. 9 Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. Psalm 84:4. As the 148th Psalm. Longing for the house of God. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples are! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God. 2 The sparrow, for her young, With pleasure seeks her nest; And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among thy saints. 3 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill. 4 They go from strength to strength, Thro' this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, When God our king Shall thither bring Our willing feet! PAUSE. 5 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside; Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door Than shine in courts. 6 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence With gifts his hands are fill'd, We draw our blessings thence; He shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. 7 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. Psalm 85:1. 1-8. First Part. Waiting for an answer to prayer; or, Deliverance begun and completed. 1 Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind, Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom: So God forgave when Israel sinn'd, And brought his wandering captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy salvation be complete. 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait for praise to tune our voice. 4 We wait to hear what God will say; He'll speak, and give his people peace; But let them run no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase. Psalm 85:2. 9 &c. Second Part. Salvation by Christ. 1 Salvation is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust the Lord; And grace descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Christ the Lord came down from heaven; By his obedience, so complete, Justice is pleas'd, and peace is given. 3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heavenly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign. 4 His righteousness is gone before To give us free access to God; Our wandering feet shall stray no more, But mark his steps and keep the road. Psalm 86. 8-13. A general song of praise to God. 1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There's none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet; Teach me thine heavenly ways, And my poor scatter'd thoughts unite In God my Father's praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. Psalm 87. The church the birth-place of the saints; or, Jews and Gentiles united in the Christian Church. 1 God in his earthly temple lays Foundations for his heavenly praise: He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows; But makes a more delightful stay Where churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were describ'd of old! What wonders are of Zion told! Thou city of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. 5. When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear As one new-born or nourish'd there. Psalm 89:1. First Part. L. M. The covenant made with Christ; or, the true David. 1 For ever shall my song record The truth and mercy of the Lord; Mercy and truth for ever stand, Like heaven, establish'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his Son he sware, and said, "With thee my covenant first is made; "In thee shall dying sinners live, "Glory and grace are thine to give. 3 "Be thou my prophet, thou my priest; "Thy children shall be ever blest; "Thou art my chosen king; thy throne "Shall stand eternal like my own. 4 "There's none of all my sons above, "So much my image or my love; "Celestial powers thy subjects are, "Then what can earth to thee compare? 5 "David, my servant, whom I chose "To guard my flock, to crush my foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, "Was but a shadow of my Son." 6 Now let the church rejoice and sing Jesus her Saviour and her King: Angels his heavenly wonders show, And saints declare his works below. Psalm 89:2. First Part. C. M. The faithfulness of God. 1 My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord, And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. 2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heaven endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. 3 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne! But there's a nobler covenant seal'd To David's greater Son. 4 His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. 5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise To thine unchanging love. Psalm 89:3. 7 &c. Second Part. The power and majesty of God; or, Reverential worship. 1 With reverence let the saints appear And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word. 2 How terrible thy glories be! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with thee? Or truth compar'd to thine? 3 The northern pole and southern rest On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day from east to west Move round at thy command. 4 Thy words the raging wind control, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. 5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell: How did thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst rebel! 6 Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace; While truth and mercy join'd in one Invite us near thy face. Psalm 89:4. 15 &c. Third Part. A blessed gospel. 1 Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up Thro' their Redeemer's Name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Israel, thy king for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. Psalm 89:5. 19 &c. Fourth Part. Christ's mediatorial kingdom; or, His divine and human nature. 1 Hear what the Lord in vision said, And made his mercy known: "Sinners, behold your help is laid "On my almighty Son. 2 "Behold the man my wisdom chose "Among your mortal race; "His head my holy oil o'erflows, "The Spirit of my grace. 3 "High shall he reign on David's throne, "My people's better King; "My arm shall beat his rivals down, "And still new subjects bring. 4 "My truth shall guard him in his way, "With mercy by his side, "While, in my name thro' earth and sea "He shall in triumph ride. 5 "Me for his Father and his God "He shall for ever own, "Call me his rock, his high abode; "And I'll support my Son. 6 "My first-born Son array'd in grace "At my right-hand shall sit; "Beneath him angels know their place, "And monarchs at his feet. 7 "My covenant stands for ever fast, "My promises are strong; "Firm as the heavens his throne shall last, "His seed endure as long." Psalm 89:6. 30 &c. Fifth Part. The covenant of grace unchangeable; or, Afflictions without rejection. 1 "Yet (saith the Lord) if David's race, "The children of my Son, "Should break my laws, abuse my grace, "And tempt mine anger down; 2 "Their sins I'll visit with the rod, "And make their folly smart; "But I'll not cease to be their God, "Nor from my truth depart. 3 "My covenant I will ne'er revoke, "But keep my grace in mind; "And what eternal love hath spoke "Eternal truth shall bind. 4 "Once have I sworn (I need no more) "And pledg'd my holiness "To seal the sacred promise sure "To David and his race. 5 "The sun shall see his offspring rise "And spread from sea to sea, "Long as he travels round the skies "To give the nations day. 6 "Sure as the moon that rules the night "His kingdom shall endure, "Till the fix'd laws of shade and light "Shall be observ'd no more." Psalm 89:7. 47 &c. Sixth Part. Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm. 1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life, how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or 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. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word; Awake our souls, and bless the Lord. Psalm 89:8. 47 &c. Last Part. As the 113th Psalm. Life, death, and the resurrection. 1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? 2 Lord, shall it be for ever 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 heavenly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair; For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. 4 For ever 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, And each repeat their loud Amen. Psalm 90:1. L. M. Man mortal, and God eternal. A mournful song at a funeral. 1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4 [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night.] PAUSE. 5 Death like an overflowing stream Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. 7 But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead.] 8 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. Psalm 90:2. 1-5. First Part. C. M. Man frail, and God eternal. 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 Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men:" All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by thy flood, And lost in following years. 7 Time like an ever-rolling stream Bears all its Sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day. 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Psalm 90:3. 8 11 9 10 12. 2d Part. C. M. Infirmities and mortality the effect of sin; or, Life, old age, and preparation for death. 1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust; By one offence to thee Adam with all his sons have lost Their immortality. 3 Life like a vain amusement flies, A fable or a song; By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. 4 'Tis but a few whose days amount To threescore years and ten, And all beyond that short account is sorrow, toil, and pain. 5 [Our vitals with laborious strife Bear up the crazy load, And drag those poor remains of life Along the tiresome road.] 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone; O let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne! 7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave. Psalm 90:4. 13 &c. Third Part. C. M. Breathing after heaven. 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 heaven succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increase. 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete, Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward. Psalm 90:5. 5 10 12. S. M. The frailty and shortness of life. 1 Lord what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month, and every day 'Tis mouldering back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea: Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Psalm 91:1. 1-7. First Part. Safety in public diseases and dangers. 1 He that 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 Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare, Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers, so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life; his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe; the poison'd air Grows pure if Israel's God be there. PAUSE. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Pass'd all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire, From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Psalm 91:2. 1-16. Second Part. Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance. 1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to every snare, 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, 'Twill 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. 4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? 5 Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. 6 "Because on me they set their love "I'll save them," saith the Lord; "I'll bear their joyful souls above "Destruction and the sword. 7 "My grace shall answer when they call; "In trouble I'll be nigh; "My power shall help them when they fall, "And raise them when they die. 8 "Those that on earth my Name have known, "I'll honour them in heaven; "There my salvation shall be shown, "And endless life be given." Psalm 92:1. First Part. A psalm for the Lord's day. 1 Sweet is the work, my God my King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and sing, To shew 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! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; 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. 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 Sin, (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Psalm 92:2. 12 &c. Second Part. The church is the garden of God. 1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. Psalm 93:1. 1st Metre. As 100th Psalm. The eternal and sovereign God. 1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: 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, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rise And aim their rage against the skies; Vain floods that aim their rage so high! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 For ever shall thy throne endure; Thy promise stands for ever sure; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. Psalm 93:2. 2d M. As the old 50th Psalm. The same. 1 The Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty: This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand: Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation. 2 God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign: In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar and toss their waves against the skies; Foaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion, But heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean. 3 Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still; And the mad world submissive to his will: Built on his truth, his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand: See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him. Psalm 93:3. 3d M. As the old 122d Psalm. The same. 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 Upheld by thy commands The world securely stands; And skies and stars obey thy word: Thy throne was fix'd on high Before the starry sky; Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 3 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 shore. 4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage, Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new; There fix'd thy church shall ne'er remove: Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the old tune. Psalm 94:1. 1 2 7-14. First Part. Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; or, Instructive afflictions. 1 God, to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy truth aloud Let Sovereign Power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the fools be wise! Can he be deaf who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. Psalm 94:2. 16-23. Second Part. God our support and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and persecution. 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 "Alas! my sliding feet," I cry'd; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God, my refuge, rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Psalm 95:1. C. M. A psalm before prayer. 1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him. 4 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. 5 Come, and with humble souls adore, Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace! 6 Now is the time: he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear "Ye shall not see my rest." Psalm 95:2. S. M. A psalm before sermon. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 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. 5 But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race; 6 The Lord in vengeance drest Will lift his hand and swear, "You that despise my promis'd rest, "Shall have no portion there." Psalm 95:3. 1 2 3 6-11. L. M. Canaan lost through unbelief; or, A warning to delaying sinners. 1 Come, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise; God is a sovereign King; rehearse his honours in exalted verse. 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word; He is our Shepherd; we the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 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. 4 Israel, that saw his works of grace, Yet tempt their Maker to his face; A faithless unbelieving brood That tir'd the patience of their God. 5 Thus saith the Lord, "how false they prove; "Forget my power, abuse my love; "Since they despise my rest, I swear, "Their feet shall never enter there." 6 [Look back my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead; Attend the offer'd grace to-day, Nor lose the blessing by delay. 7 Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates; Believe, and take the promis'd rest; Obey, and be for ever blest.] Psalm 96:1. 1-10. &c. C. M. Christ's first and second coming. 1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue; His new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, Joy thro' the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea; Ye mountains, sink, ye vallies, rise, Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold he comes, he comes to bless The nations as their God; To shew the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. 6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear! Psalm 96:2. As the 113th Psalm. The God of the Gentiles. 1 Let all the earth their voices raise To sing the choicest psalm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; The wondering nations read thy word, In Britain is Jehovah known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone. 3 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! 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. Psalm 97:1. 1-5. First Part. Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment. 1 He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns; Praise him in evangelic strains; Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice. 2 Deep are his counsels and unknown; But grace and truth support his throne: Tho' gloomy clouds his ways surround, Justice is their eternal ground. 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, And sing, for your redemption's nigh. Psalm 97:2. 6-9. Second Part. Christ's incarnation. 1 The Lord is come, the heavens 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 Saviour lies: Angels and kings before him bow, Those gods on high, and gods below. 3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound; But Judah shout, but Zion sing, And earth confess her sovereign King. Psalm 97:3. Third Part. Grace and glory. 1 Th' Almighty reigns exalted high O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky, Tho' clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 2 O ye that love his holy Name, Hate every work of sin and shame; He guards the souls of all his friends, And from the snares of hell defends. 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 honours of the Lord; None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiness. Psalm 97:4. 1 3 5-7 11. C. M. Christ's incarnation, and the last judgment. 1 Ye islands of the northern sea, Rejoice, the Saviour reigns; His word like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains. 2 His presence sinks the proudest hills, And makes the vallies rise The humble soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies. 3 The heavens his rightful power proclaim The idol-gods around Fill their own worshippers with shame, And totter to the ground. 4 Adoring angels at his birth Make the Redeemer known; Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne. 5 His foes shall tremble at his sight, And hills and seas retire His children take their unknown flight, And leave the world in fire. 6 The seeds of joy and glory sown For saints in darkness here Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvest bear. Psalm 98:1. First Part. Praise for the gospel. 1 To our almighty Maker, God, New honours be address'd; his great salvation shines abroad, And makes the nations blest. 2 He spake the word to Abraham first, His truth fulfils the grace: The Gentiles make his Name their trust, And learn his righteousness. 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim With all her different tongues; And spread the honours of his Name In melody and songs. Psalm 98:2. Second Part. The Messiah's coming and kingdom. 1 Joy to the world; the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, 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 The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Psalm 99:1. First Part. Christ's kingdom and majesty. 1 The God Jehovah reigns, Let all the nations fear, Let sinners tremble at his throne, And saints be humble there. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, Let earth adore its Lord; Bright cherubs his attendants stand, Swift to fulfil his word. 3 In Zion is his throne, His honours are divine; His church shall make his wonders known, For there his glories shine. 4 How holy is his Name! How terrible his praise! Justice, and truth, and judgment join In all his works of grace. Psalm 99:2. Second Part. A holy God worshipped with reverence. 1 Exalt the Lord our God, And worship at his feet; His nature is all holiness, And mercy is his seat. 2 When Israel was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cry'd, when Samuel pray'd, He gave his people rest. 3 Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; And oft he made his vengeance known, When they abus'd his grace. 4 Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still time same; Still he's a God of holiness, And jealous for his Name. Psalm 100:1. 1st M. A plain translation. Praise to our Creator. 1 Ye nations round the earth rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory 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 repair, And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure. Psalm 100:2. 2d M. A Paraphrase. 1 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice; Let every land his name adore; The British isles shall send the noise Across the ocean to the shore. 2 Nations, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. 3 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again. 4 We are his people, we his care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy Name! 5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 6 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand When rolling years shall cease to move. Psalm 101:1. L. M. The Magistrate's psalm. 1 Mercy and judgment are my song; And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring. 2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heavenly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways. 3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me, Which may provoke thy jealousy. 4 No sons of slander, rage and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride Within my doors shall ne'er abide. 5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honour, wealth and trust: The men that work thy holy will, Shall be my friends and favourites still.] 6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flattering or malicious lies; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender shan't be spar'd. 7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power shall be supprest. Psalm 101:2. C. M. A psalm for a master of a family. 1 Of justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows; Thy grace and justice, heavenly King, Teach me to rule my house. 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise; I'll suffer nothing near me there That shall offend thine eyes. 3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, By falsehood or by force; The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue, I'll thrust them from my doors. 4 I'll seek the faithful and the just And will their help enjoy; These are the friends that I shall trust, The servants I'll employ. 5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit, I'll not endure a night; The liar's tongue I ever hate, And banish from my sight. 6 I'll purge my family around, And make the wicked flee; So shall my house be ever found A dwelling fit for thee. Psalm 102:1. 1-13 20 21. First Part. A prayer of the afflicted. 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high, Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear, And life's declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God: Ages to come shall know thy Name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Psalm 102:2. 13-21. Second Part. Prayer heard and Zion restored. 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before has name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said 'That praying breath 'Was ever spent in vain.' 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Psalm 102:3. 25-28. Third Part. Man's mortality and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the church live. 1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon: Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow shall assuage, "Our Father and our Saviour live; "Christ is the same thro' every age." 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heaven is the building of his hand: This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky Like garments shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church for ever must abide. 6 Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be rais'd again. Psalm 103:1. 1-7. First Part. L. M. Blessing God for his goodness to soul and body. 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom; and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 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. 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years; He satisfies our mouth with good, And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. 7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son. 8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.] Psalm 103:2. 8-18. Second Part. L. M. God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people. 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 power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 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! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins; And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. PAUSE. 7 The mighty God, the wise, and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Psalm 103:3. 1-7. First Part, S. M. Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies. 1 O Bless the Lord, my soul; Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his Name, Whose favours are divine. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Psalm 103:4. 8-18. Second Part. S. M. Abounding compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of judgment. 1 My soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his Name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Psalm 103:5. 19-22. Third Part. S. M. God's universal dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord. 1 The lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high; O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works, Thro' his vast kingdoms shew Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too. Psalm 104. The glory of God in creation and providence. 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays He in full Majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. Note, This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, by adding the two following lines to every stanza, viz. Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame An equal honour to his Name? Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance, or his love. 4 The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise; And chide our silence in his praise. PAUSE I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. 12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts. PAUSE II. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. PAUSE III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign, Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I, to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Psalm 105. Abridged. God's conduct of Israel, and the plagues of Egypt. 1 Give thanks to God, invoke his Name, And tell the world his grace; Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame, That all may seek his face. 2 His covenant, which he kept in mind For numerous ages past, To numerous ages yet behind, In equal force shall last. 3 He sware to Abraham and his seed, And made the blessing sure: Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truths endure. 4 "Thy seed shall make all nations blest," (Said the Almighty voice) "And Canaan's land shall be their rest, "The type of heavenly joys." 5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace! To give them Canaan's land, When they were strangers in the place, A little feeble band! 6 Like pilgrims thro' the countries round Securely they remov'd; And haughty kings that on them frown'd, Severely he reprov'd. 7 "Touch mine anointed, and my arm "Shall soon revenge the wrong: "The man that does my prophets harm Shall know their God is strong." 8 Then let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear: Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care.] PAUSE I. 9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints, And thus provok'd their God, Moses was sent at their complaints, Arm'd with his dreadful rod. 10 He call'd for darkness; darkness came Like an o'erwhelming flood; He turn'd each lake and every stream To lakes and streams of blood. 11 He gave the sign, and noisome flies Thro' the whole country spread; And frogs, in croaking armies, rise About the monarch's bed. 12 Thro' fields, and towns, and palaces, The tenfold vengeance flew; Locusts in swarms devour'd their trees, And hail their cattle slew. 13 Then by an angel's midnight stroke, The flower of Egypt dy'd; The strength of every house was broke, Their glory and their pride. 14 Now let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear; Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care. PAUSE II. 15 Thus were the tribes from bondage brought, And left the hated ground; Each some Egyptian spoils had got, And not one feeble found. 16 The Lord himself chose out their way, And mark'd their journies right, Gave them a leading cloud by day, A fiery guide by night. 17 They thirst; and waters from the rock In rich abundance flow, And following still the course they took, Ran all the desert thro'. 18 O wondrous stream O blessed type Of ever-flowing grace! So Christ our rock maintains our life Thro' all this wilderness. 19 Thus guarded by th' Almighty hand The chosen tribes possest Canaan the rich, the promis'd land, And there enjoy'd their rest. 20 Then let the world forbear its rage, The church renounce her fear; Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care. Psalm 106:1. 1-5. First Part. Praise to God; or, Communion with saints. 1 To God, the great, the ever blest, Let songs of honour be addrest: His mercy firm for ever 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 that 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. 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. Psalm 106:2. 7 8 12-14 43-48. 2d Part. Israel punished and pardoned; or, God's unchangeable love. 1 God of eternal love, How fickle are our ways! And yet how oft did Israel prove Thy constancy of grace! 2 They saw thy wonders wrought, And then thy praise they sung; But soon thy works of power forgot, And murmur'd with their tongue. 3 Now they believe his word, While rocks with rivers flow; Now with their lusts provoke the Lord, And he reduc'd them low. 4 Yet when they mourn'd their faults, He hearken'd to their groans, Brought his own covenant to his thoughts, And call'd them still his sons. 5 Their names were in his book, He sav'd them from their foes; Oft he chastis'd, but ne'er forsook The people that he chose. 6 Let Israel bless the Lord, Who lov'd their ancient race; And Christians join the solemn word Amen, to all the praise. Psalm 107:1. First Part. Israel led to Canaan, and Christians to Heaven. 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 own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Israel, the nation whom he chose, And rescu'd from their mighty foes. 3 [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They trac'd the desert, wandering round A wild and solitary ground. 4 There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fix'd abode; Nor food, nor fountain to assuage Their burning thirst, or hunger's rage.] 5 In their distress to God they cry'd, God was their Saviour and their Guide; He led their march far wandering round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. 6 Thus when our first release we gain From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this desert world to pass, A dangerous and a tiresome place. 7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand And brings us to the heavenly land. 8 O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Psalm 107:2. Second Part. Correction for sin, and release by prayer. 1 From age to age exalt his Name, God and his grace are still the same; He fills the hungry soul with food, And feeds the poor with every good. 2 But if their hearts rebel and rise Against the God that rules the skies, If they reject his heavenly word, And slight the counsels of the Lord, 3 He'll bring their spirits to the ground, And no deliverer shall be found; Laden with grief they waste their breath In darkness and the shades of death, 4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He makes the dawning light arise, And scatters all that dismal shade, That hung so heavy round their head. 5 He cuts the bars of brass in two, And lets the smiling prisoners thro'; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the labouring soul relief. 6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Psalm 107:3. Third Part. Intemperance punished and pardoned; or, A psalm for the glutton and the drunkard. 1 Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies From luxury and lust arise! 2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust. 3 The glutton groans and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature, with heavy loads opprest, Would yield to death to be releas'd. 4 Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death, 5 No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure: The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word, and heals, 6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful offerings prove How they adore their Maker's love. Psalm 107:4. Fourth Part. L. M. Deliverance from storms, and shipwreck; or, The Seaman's song. 1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the seas. 2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favour of the wind, Till God command, and tempests rise That heave the ocean to the skies. 3 Now to the heavens they mount amain, Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a staggering drunkard reel! 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress. 5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage; The furious waves forget their rage; 'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see The haven where they wish'd to be. 6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing. Psalm 107:5. Fourth Part. C. M. The Mariner's psalm. 1 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. 2 At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonish'd mount the skies And sink in gaping graves. 3 [Again they climb the watery hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tottering drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. 4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with fluttering breath, And, hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] 5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He hears the loud request, And orders silence thro' the skies, And lays the floods to rest. 6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allay'd: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow, 8 O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Psalm 107:6. Last Part. Colonies planted; or, Nations blest and punished. A psalm for New England. 1 When God, provok'd with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land. 2 His word can raise the springs again, And make the wither'd mountains green, Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise. 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they; He bids th' opprest and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. 4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want: Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks. 5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in, A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barbarous hands. 6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And desolation spreads the field. 7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids the dying churches live.] 8 The righteous, with a joyful sense, Admire the works of providence; And tongues of atheists shall no more Blaspheme the God that saints adore. 9 How few, with pious care, record The wondrous dealings of the Lord! But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. Psalm 109. 1-5 31. Love to enemies, from the example of Christ. 1 God of my mercy and my praise, Thy glory is my song; The sinners speak against thy grace With a blaspheming tongue. 2 When in the form of mortal man Thy Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compass'd him around. 3 Their miseries his compassion move, Their peace he still pursu'd; They render hatred for his love, And evil for his good. 4 Their malice rag'd without a cause, Yet, with his dying breath, He pray'd for murderers on his cross, And blest his foes in death. 5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine In vain before my eyes? Give me a soul a-kin to thine To love mine enemies. 6 The Lord shall on my side engage, And, in my Saviour's name, I shall defeat their pride and rage Who slander and condemn. Psalm 110:1. First Part. Christ exalted, and multitudes converted; or, The success of the gospel. 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. 3 "That day shall shew thy power is great, "When saints shall flock with willing minds, "And sinners crowd thy temple gate, "Where holiness in beauty shines." 4 O blessed power! 0 glorious day! What a large victory shall ensue! And converts, who thy grace obey, Exceed the drops of morning dew. Psalm 110:2. Second Part. The kingdom and priesthood of Christ. 1 Thus the great Lord of earth and sea Spake to his Son, and thus he swore; "Eternal shall thy priesthood be, "And change from hand to hand no more. 2 "Aaron and all his sons must die; "But everlasting life is thine, "To save for ever those that fly "For refuge from the wrath divine. 3 "By me Melchisedek was made "On earth a king and priest at once; "And thou, my heavenly priest, shalt plead, "And thou, my king, shalt rule my sons." 4 Jesus the priest ascends his throne, While counsels of eternal peace, Between the Father and the Son, Proceed with honour and success. 5 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread, And crush the powers that dare rebel; Then shall he judge the rising dead, And send the guilty world to hell. 6 Tho' while he treads his glorious way, He drink the cup of tears and blood, The sufferings of that dreadful day Shall but advance him near to God. Psalm 110:3. C. M. Christ's kingdom and priesthood. 1 Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near the Father sit; In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy sovereign grace. 3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree, Nor changes what he swore; "Eternal shall thy priesthood be, "When Aaron is no more. 4 "Melchisedek, that wondrous priest, "That king of high degree, "That holy man who Abr'am blest, "Was but a type of thee." 5 Jesus our priest for ever lives To plead for us above; Jesus our king for ever gives The blessings of his love. 6 God shall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain, Shall strike the powers and princes dead Who dare oppose his reign. Psalm 111:1. First Part. The wisdom of God in his works. 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 has wrought! How glorious in our sight! And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How most exact is nature's frame! How wise th' Eternal mind! His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts design'd. 4 When he redeem'd his chosen Son, He fix'd his covenant sure: The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heavenly skill proclaim: What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy Name? 6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace Is our divinest skill; And he's the wisest of our race, That best obeys thy will. Psalm 111:2. Second Part. The perfections of God. 1 Great is the Lord; his works of might Demand our noblest songs; Let his assembled saints unite Their harmony of tongues. 2 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 covenant sure: Holy and reverend is his Name, His ways are just and pure. 4 They that would grow divinely wise Must with his fear begin; Our fairest proof of knowledge lies In hating every sin. Psalm 112:1. As the 113th Psalm. The blessings of the liberal man. 1 That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renown'd; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honours crown'd. 2 His liberal favours he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A generous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs He saves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's just to all mankind. 3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd, His glory's future harvest sow'd; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. 4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. PAUSE. 5 [Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fix'd on God relies, Tho' waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drown'd. 6 The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony To find their expectations crost: They and their envy, pride and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.] Psalm 112:2. L. M. The blessings of the pious and charitable. 1 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord, Loves his commands, and trusts his word; Honour and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclin'd: He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread That fill his neighbours round with dread, His heart is arm'd against the fear, For God with all his power is there. 4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord, Draws heavenly courage from his word; Amidst the darkness light shall rise, To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes. 5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad, His works are still before his God; His name on earth shall long remain, While envious sinners fret in vain. Psalm 112:3. C. M, Liberality rewarded. 1 Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 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-establish'd mind; His soul to God his refuge flies, And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine To shew the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Honour on earth and joys above Shall be his sure reward. Psalm 113:1. Proper Time. The majesty and condescension of God. 1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord, The honours of his Name record, His sacred Name for ever bless: Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his power confess. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds, The heavens are far below his height: Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might. 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sovereign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. 4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessings of an heir To rescue their expiring name: The mother with a thankful voice Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let every age advance his fame. Psalm 113:2. L. M. God sovereign and gracious. 1 Ye servants of th' Almighty King, In every age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty: Nor time, nor place, his power restrain, Nor bound his universal reign. 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels, with their God compare? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love: he stoops to view What saints above and angels do; And condescends yet more to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From dust and cottages obscure His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heavenly thrones. 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren house rejoice: Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past, The promis'd seed is born at last. 7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done: Faith may grow strong when sense despairs, If nature fails, the promise bears.] Psalm 114. Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 When Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way: Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head. 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sovereign power at hand. 4 What power could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the fright that Sinai feels? 5 Let every mountain, every flood, Retire and know th' approaching God, The king of Israel: see him here; Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, The rock to standing pools he turns; Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fires and seas confess the Lord. Psalm 115:1. First Metre. The true God our refuge; or, Idolatry reproved. 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise, and true. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?" 3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies, Thro' all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, or golden god. 5 [With eyes, and ears they carve their head, Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. Psalm 115:2. Second Metre. As the new tune of the 50th Psalm. Popish idolatry reproved. A psalm for the 5th of November. 1 Not to our names, thou only Just and True, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign Name: Shine thro' the earth from heaven, thy blest abode, Nor let the heathens say, "And where's your God?" 2 Heaven is thine higher court; there stands thy throne, And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Our God fram'd all this earth, these heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made: The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods or they: O Israel, trust the Lord, he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield. 6 O Britain, trust the Lord: thy foes in vain Attempt thy ruin, and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise; But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Britain bless the God that built the skies. Psalm 116:1. First Part. Recovery from sickness. 1 I love the Lord; he heard my cries, And pity'd every groan: Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs, and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head. 4 "My God," I cry'd "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; "Thy power can rescue from the grave, "Thy power is all my trust." 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bid my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my failing tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Psalm 116:2. 12 &c. Second Part. Vows made in trouble paid in the church; or, Public thanks for private deliverance. 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 Among the saints that fill thine house, My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! 4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Psalm 117:1. C. M. Praise to God from all nations. 1 O all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with a different tongue; In every language learn his word, And let his Name be sung. 2 His mercy reigns thro' every land; Proclaim his grace abroad; For ever firm his truth shall stand, Praise ye the faithful God. Psalm 117:2. L. M. 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise! Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thro' every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Psalm 117:3. S. M. 1 Thy Name, almighty Lord, Shall sound thro' distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands. 2 Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchang'd no more. Psalm 118:1. 6-15. First Part. Deliverance from a tumult. 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm. 4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! 5 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly: So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die. 6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his almighty grace. Psalm 118:2. 17-21. Second Part. Public praise for deliverance from death. 1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die If God resolve to save.) 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death. 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare. 4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise! There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise. Psalm 118:3. 22 23. Third Part. Christ the foundation of his church. 1 Behold the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise. 2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the Name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. 4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. Psalm 118:4. 24 25 26. Fourth Part. Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 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 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son: Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from the throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's Name To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. Psalm 118:5. 22-27. S. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ. 1 See what a living-stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon In spite of envious Jews. 2 The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son; 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. 4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all the church be glad. 5 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood: Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Salvation from your God. 6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise. Psalm 118:6. 22-27. L. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ. 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 Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad: Hosanna, let his Name be blest: A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory, rest. 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race: Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. Psalm 119. I have collected and disposed the most useful verses of this psalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a divine song upon each of them. But the verses are much transposed to attain some degree of connection. In some places, among the words "law," "commands," "judgments," "testimonies," I have used "gospel," "word," "grace," "truth," "promises," &c. as more agreeable to the language of the New Testament, and the common language of Christians, and it equally answers the design of the Psalmist, which was to recommend the holy scripture. Psalm 119:01. First Part. The blessedness of saints, and misery of sinners. Ver. 1 2 3. 1 Blest are the undefil'd in heart, Whose ways are right and clean; Who never from thy law depart, But fly front every sin. 2 Blest are the men that keep thy word, And practise thy commands; With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And serve thee with their hands. Ver. 165. 3 Great is their peace who love thy law; How firm their souls abide! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. Ver. 6. 4 Then shall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from shame, When all thy statutes I obey, And honour all thy name. Ver. 21 118. 5 But haughty sinners God will hate, The proud shall die accurst; The sons of falsehood and deceit Are trodden to the dust. Ver. 119 155. 6 Vile as the dross the wicked are; And those that leave thy ways Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste thy grace. Psalm 119:02. Second Part. Secret devotion and spiritual mindedness; or, Constant converse with God. Ver. 147 55. 1 TO thee, before the dawning light, My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy Name by night, And keep thy law by day. Ver. 81. 2 My spirit faints to see thy grace, Thy promise bears me up; And while salvation long delays, Thy word supports my hope. Ver. 164. 3 Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee; Thy righteous providence demands Repeated praise from me. Ver. 62. 4 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find. Psalm 119:03. Third Part. Profession: of sincerity, repentance, and obedience. Ver. 57 60. 1 Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. Ver. 30 14. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice: Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. Ver. 59. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. Ver. 94 114. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, O save thy servant, Lord; Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in thy word. Ver. 112. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine, Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Psalm 119:04. Fourth Part. Instruction from scripture. Ver. 9. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. Ver. 130. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. Ver. 105. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day; And thro' the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. Ver. 99 100. 4 The men that keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. Ver. 104 113. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise: I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God. Ver. 89 90 91. 6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these thy servants night and day Thy skill and power express! 7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; Not earth stands firmer than thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine.] Ver. 160 140 9 116. 8 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. Psalm 119:05. Fifth Part. Delight in scripture; or, The word of God dwelling in us. Ver. 97. 1 O How I love thy holy law! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. Ver. 148. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord. Ver. 3 13 54. 3 How doth thy word my heart engage! How well employ my tongue! And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heavenly song. Ver. 19 103. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste. Ver. 72 127. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choicest gold. Ver. 28 49 175. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. Psalm 119:06. Sixth Part. Holiness and comfort from the word. Ver. 128. 1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right, And all thy statutes just; Thence I maintain a constant fight With every flattering lust. Ver. 97 9. 2 Thy precepts often I survey; I keep thy law in sight, Thro' all the business of the day, To form my actions right. Ver. 62. 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, "How sweet thy comforts be!" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee. Ver. 162. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill At some good word of thine, Not mighty men that share the spoil Have joys compar'd to mine. Psalm 119:07. Seventh Part. Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. Ver. 96. paraphrased. 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book, Great God, if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look! 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could shew one sin forgiven, Nor lead a step beyond the grave; But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no farther go! 4 Yet men would fain be just with God By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought. 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. 6 Our faith and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Psalm 119:08. Eighth Part. The word of God is the saint's portion; or, The excellency and variety of scripture. Ver. 111. paraphrased. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While thro' the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Psalm 119:09. Ninth Part. Desire of knowledge; or, The teachings of the Spirit with the word. Ver. 64 66 18. 1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear! Open mine eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. Ver. 73 125. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, My service is thy due: O make thy servant understand The duties he must do. Ver. 19. 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide. Ver. 26. 4 When I confess'd my wandering ways, Thou heardst my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. Ver. 33 34. 5 If God to me his statutes shew, And heavenly truth impart, His work for ever I'll pursue, His laws shall rule my heart. Ver. 50 71. 6 This was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief; It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to that relief. Ver. 51. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now; I'll ne'er forget thy law, Nor let that blessed gospel go Whence all my hopes I draw. Ver. 27 121. 8 When I have learn'd my Father's will I'll teach the world his ways; My thankful lips inspir'd with zeal Shall loud pronounce his praise.] Psalm 119:10. Tenth Part. Pleading the promises. Ver. 38 49. 1 Behold thy waiting servant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear; Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there. Ver. 41 58 107. 2 Hast thou not writ salvation down, And promis'd quickening grace? Doth not my heart address thy throne? And yet thy love delays. Ver. 132 42. 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail; O bear thy servant up; Nor let the scoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. Ver. 49 74. 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord? Then let thy truth appear: Saints shall rejoice in my reward, And trust as well as fear. Psalm 119:11. Eleventh Part. Breathing after holiness. Ver. 5 33. 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! Ver. 29. 2 O send thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. Ver. 37 36. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes: Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine. Ver. 133. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere, Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. Ver. 176. 5 My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip; Yet since I've not forgot thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep. Ver. 35. 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God. Psalm 119:12. Twelfth Part. Breathing after comfort and deliverance. Ver. 153. 1 My God, consider my distress, Let mercy plead my cause; Tho' I have sinn'd against thy grace, I can't forget thy laws. Ver. 39 116. 1 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach Which I so justly fear; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my shame appear. Ver. 122 135. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face. Ver. 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil, "And make my comforts rise?" Ver. 132. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And shew thy grace the same As thou art ever wont t' afford To those that love thy Name. Psalm 119:13. Thirteenth Part. Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience. Ver. 10. 1 With my whole heart I've sought thy face, O let me never stray From thy commands, O God of grace, Nor tread the sinner's way. Ver. 11. 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard From every rising sin. Ver. 63 53 158. 3 I'm a companion of the saints Who fear and love the Lord; My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word. Ver. 161 163. 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong, My spirit stands in awe; My soul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law. Ver. 161 120. 5 My heart with sacred reverence hears The threatenings of thy word: My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord. Ver. 166 174. 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still; While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will. Psalm 119:14. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of afflictions, and support under them. Ver. 153 81 82. 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end? Ver. 71. 2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. Ver. 50. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins, I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins. Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul opprest with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead. Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Tho' they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. Psalm 119:15. Fifteenth Part. Holy resolutions. Ver. 93. That thy statutes every hour Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quickening power, And daily peace I find. Ver. 15 16. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ; My soul shall ne'er forget thy word, Thy word is all my joy. Ver. 32. 3 How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From sin and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large! Ver. 13 46. 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy Name; I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear Nor yield to sinful shame. Ver. 61 69 70. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise To rob me of my right, Let pride and malice forge their lies, Thy law is my delight. Ver. 115. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whose hands and hearts are ill; I love my God, I love his ways, And must obey his will. Psalm 119:16. Sixteenth Part. Prayer for quickening grace. Ver. 25 37. 1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine. 2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray. Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quickening powers; Thy word that I have rested on shall help my heaviest hours. Ver. 156 140. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still? And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road? Ver. 159 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace! Ver. 93. 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord. Psalm 119:17. Seventeenth Part. Courage and perseverance under persecution; or, Grace shining in difficulties and trials. Ver. 143 28. 1 When pain and anguish seize me, Lord, All my support is from thy word: My soul dissolves for heaviness, Uphold me with thy strengthening grace. Ver. 51 69 110. 2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin, Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. Ver. 161 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, They hate to see me love thy laws: But I will trust and fear thy Name, Till pride and malice die with shame. Psalm 119:18. Last Part. Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God. Ver. 67 59. 1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wandering soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord, I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. Ver. 71. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. Ver. 72. 4 The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. Ver. 73. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy spirit form'd my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous Name, And guard me safe from death and sin. Ver. 74. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. Psalm 120. Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, A devout wish for peace. 1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life. 3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I chuse to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell. 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms; I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 6 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro', Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Psalm 121:1. L. M. Divine protection. 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 lives. 2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning-smiles bless all the day; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go and still return Safe in the Lord his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. 7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Psalm 121:2. C. M. Preservation by day and night. 1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep. 3 He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm. 4 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. 6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath Where thickest dangers come; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. Psalm 121:3. As the 148th Psalm. God our preserver. 1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tow'r To which I fly: His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Israel keep When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given 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. Psalm 122:1. Going to church. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church adorn'd with grace Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face. 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 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts, and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns. Psalm 122:2. Proper Tune. Going to church. 1 How pleas'd and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours 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. 3 There David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne, He sits for grace and judgment there; He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest! The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! 5 My tongue repeats her vows "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the Tune. Psalm 123. Pleading with submission. 1 O thou whose grace and justice reign Enthron'd above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes. 2 As Servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look; 3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still, Till thou remove thy rod. 4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride. 5 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies; This thought shall bear our spirits up, That God will not despise. Psalm 124. A song for the fifth of November. 1 Had not the Lord, may Israel say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our side, When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; 2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallow'd deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul. 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke. 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who sav'd us from the murdering sword, And made our lives and souls his care. 5 Our help is in Jehovah's Name, Who form'd the earth and built the skies; He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes. Psalm 125:1. C. M. The saint's trial and safely. 1 Unshaken as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on thee. 2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround. 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge To drive them near to God, Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone. 5 But if we trace those crooked ways That the old serpent drew, The wrath that drove him first to hell Shall smite his followers too. Psalm 125:2. S. M. The saints' trial and safety; or, Moderated afflictions. 1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Israel will support His children lest they faint. 6 But if our slavish fear Will chuse the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell. Psalm 126:1. L. M. Surprising deliverance. 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a painted dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy Name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Psalm 126:2. C. M. The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed. 1 When God reveal'd his gracious Name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace: 3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work," my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Psalm 127:1. L. M. The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life. 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. 3 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 sovereign make them so. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove When they are season'd with his love! Psalm 127:2. C. M. God all in all. 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, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies Your tiresome toil pursue. 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare; In vain, till God has blest; But if his smiles attend your care, You 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. Psalm 128. Family blessings. 1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and reverend awe; His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed. 3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord.] 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send thee blessings home. 5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase, Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace. Psalm 129. Persecutors punished. 1 Up from my youth, may Israel say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But not destroy'd my life. 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye Measur'd the mischiefs they had done Then let his arrows fly. 5 How was their insolence surpris'd To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd With horror to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die. 7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despis'd in death.] 8 [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves. 9 It springs and withers on the place: No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.] Psalm 130:1. C. M. Pardoning grace. 1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 2 Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood To draw us near to thee. 4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.] 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] 7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. 8 There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Israel shall be sav'd.] Psalm 130:2. L. M. Pardoning grace. 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries; If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display? 4 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. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Thro' the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Psalm 131. Humility and submission. 1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? 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. 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord. Psalm 132:1. 5 13-18. L. M. At the settlement of a church; or, The ordination of a Minister. 1 Where shall we go to seek and find An habitation for our God, A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind Amongst 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. 3 Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, saith the Lord; Here shall my power, 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 that wait before my door, With sweet provision shall be fed. 5 Girded with truth and cloth'd with grace, My priests, my ministers shall shine: Not Aaron, in his costly dress, Made an appearance so divine. 6 The saints, unable to contain Their inward joys shall shout and sing; The Son of David here shall reign, And Zion triumph in her King. 7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name; His crown shall flourish on his head, While all his foes are cloth'd with shame!] Psalm 132:2. 4 5 7 8 15-17. C. M. A church established. 1 [No sleep nor slumber to his eyes Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord. 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his Name, His ark was settled there; To Zion the whole nation came, To worship thrice a year. 3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad; Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.] PAUSE. 4 Arise, O King of Grace, arise, And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and blest. 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine. 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne; And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. Psalm 133:1. C. M. Brotherly love. 1 Lo! what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree, Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety! 2 When streams of love from Christ the spring Descend to every soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole; 3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's reverend head, The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread. 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil. Psalm 133:2. S. M. Communion of saints; or, Love and worship in a family. 1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please Thro' all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house Where seat 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 thro' all his raiment spread, And pleasure fill'd the room. 4 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. Psalm 133:3. As the 122nd Psalm. The blessings of friendship. 1 How pleasant 'tis to see Kindred and friends agree, Each in their proper station move, And each fulfil their part With sympathizing heart, In all the cares of life and love! 2 'Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet; The oil, thro' all the room, Diffus'd a choice perfume, Ran thro' his robes, and blest his feet. 3 Like fruitful showers of rain, That water all the plain, Descending from the neighbouring hills; Such streams of pleasure roll Thro' every friendly soul, Where love like heavenly dew distils. Repeat the first stanza to complete the tune. Psalm 134. Daily and nightly devotion. 1 Ye that obey th' immortal King, Attend his holy place, Bow to the glories of his power, And bless his wondrous grace; 2 Lift up your hands by morning-light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky. 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quickening grace; The God that spread the heavens abroad, And rules the swelling seas. Psalm 135:1. 1-4 14 19 21. First Part. L. M. The church is God's house and care. 1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his Name, While in his holy courts ye wait, Ye saints, that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good; To praise his Name is sweet employ; Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Thro' every age the Lord declares His Name and breaks th' oppressor's rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th' almighty God. 6 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his Name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Psalm 135:2. 5-12. Second Part. L. M. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and destruction of enemies. 1 Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne; Whate'er he please in earth or sea, Or heaven, or hell, his hand hath done. 2 At his command the vapours rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind, And tempest from his airy store. 3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt thro' thy stubborn land; When all thy first-born beasts and men Fell dead by his avenging hand. 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Israel, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave! 5 His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heaven he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Psalm 135:3. C. M. Praise due to God, not to idols. 1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. 2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. 3 Heaven, earth, and sea, confess his hand; He bids the vapours rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep thro' the sounding skies. 4 All power, that gods or kings have claim'd Is found with him alone; But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known. 5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they worship glittering dust, And pray to gold in vain. 6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave: Their feet were ne'er design'd to walk, Nor hands have power to save. 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray; Mortals, that wait for their relief, Are blind, and deaf as they.] 8 O Britain, know thy living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honours there. Psalm 136:1. C. M. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people. 1 Give thanks to God the sovereign 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! Heaven, 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; His works are all divine! 4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead; How dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led: How gracious is our God! 5 He cleft the swelling sea in two; His arm is great in might, And gave the tribes a passage thro'; His power and grace unite. 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd; How glorious are his ways! And brought his saints thro' desert ground; Eternal be his praise. 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand, Victorious is his sword; While Israel took the promis'd land; And faithful is his word.] 8 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! 9 He sent to save us from our woe; His goodness never fails; From death, and hell, and every foe; And still his grace prevails. 10 Give thanks to God the heavenly King; His mercies still endure! Let the whole earth his praises sing; His truth is ever sure. Psalm 136:2. As the 148th Psalm. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people. 1 Give thanks to God most high, The universal Lord; The sovereign King of kings; 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 hath he done! He form'd the earth and seas, And spread the heavens alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. 3 His wisdom fram'd the sun To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling stars To cheer the darksome night. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise. 4 [He smote the first-born Sons, The flower of Egypt, dead: And thence his chosen tribes With joy and glory led. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. 5 His power and lifted rod Cleft the Red-sea in two: And for his people made A wondrous passage thro'. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise. 6 But cruel Pharaoh there With all his host he drown'd; And brought his Israel safe Thro' a long desert ground. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. PAUSE. The kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand: While his own servants took Possession of their land. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise.] 8 He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin, And pity'd the sad state The ruin'd world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. 9 He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan sin and death, And every hurtful foe. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise. 10 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. Psalm 136:3. Abridged. L. M. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption and salvation. 1 Give to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.' 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' lords and kings are known 'no more.' 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high; 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.' 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' suns and moons shall shine 'no more.' 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land; 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.' 6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' death and sin shall reign 'no more.' 7 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.' 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' this vain world shall be 'no more.' Psalm 138. Restoring and preserving grace. 1 [With all my powers 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 Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.] 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all thy works and names below So much thy power and glory show. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes, He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. 5 The God of heaven maintains his state, Frowns on the proud and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to see The sons of humble poverty. 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Psalm 139:1. First Part. L. M. The all-seeing God. 1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 "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." PAUSE I. 6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run? 7 If up to heaven I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 10 "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." PAUSE II. 11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon, Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee: Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. 13 "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." Psalm 139:2. Second Part. L. M. The wonderful formation of man. 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book. 3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, And what thy sovereign counsels fram'd, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart) Was copy'd with unerring art. 4 At last, to shew my Maker's name, God stamp'd his image on my frame, And in some unknown moment join'd The finish'd members to the mind. 5 There the young seeds of thought began And all the passions of the man: Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise. PAUSE. 6 Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 7 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace. 8 These on my heart are still impress'd, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Psalm 139:3. Third Part. L. M. Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart- searching of God. 1 My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous Name in vain. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee I count them enemies to me. 3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought; Tho' my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Psalm 139:4. First Part. C. M. God is every where. 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 surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within: And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secur'd by sovereign love. PAUSE. 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne. 7 Should I suppress my vital breath To 'scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 8 If wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the shades to light. 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: O may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee! Psalm 139:5. Second Part. C. M. The wisdom of God in the formation of man. 1 When I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest Where unborn nature grew, Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, And all my members drew. 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of every part; Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art. 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, Shew me thy wondrous skill; But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. 5 Thy awful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. Psalm 139:6. 14 17 18. Third Part. C. M. The mercies of God innumerable. An evening psalm. 1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill, And hourly blessings from thy hands, Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Psalm 141. 2-5. Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof. A morning or evening psalm. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house, And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every 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 wandering way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them prest with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove how much I prize their faithful love. Psalm 142. God is the hope of the helpless. 1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief. 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, He knows the way I take. 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers pass'd me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy Name, And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim. Psalm 143. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace: Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary'd powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my heavy soul on high, For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show Which is the path my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Psalm 144:1. 1 2. First Part. Assistance and victory in the spiritual warfare. 1 For ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour 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 makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heavenly fight, And guards me thro' the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine Doth my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious victory mine, And his shall be the praise. Psalm 144:2. 3 4 5 6. Second Part. The vanity of man, and condescension of God. 1 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first! His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the dust. 2 O what is feeble dying man Or any of his race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace! 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown, How wondrous is his love. Psalm 144:3. 12-15. Third Part. Grace above riches; or, The happy nation. 1 Happy the city, where their sons Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters bright as polish'd stones Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Psalm 145:1. L. M. The greatness of God. 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 every 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 I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let Britain round her shores proclaim The sound and honour of thy Name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds! Vast and unsearchable thy ways! Vast and immortal be thy praise! Psalm 145:2. 1-7 11-13. First Part. The greatness of God. 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 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove. Psalm 145:3. 7 &c. Second Part. The goodness of God. 1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly king; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy Name. Psalm 145:4. 14 17 &c. Third Part. Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer. 1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our tottering days, And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."] 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God.] Psalm 146:1. L. M. Praise to God for his goodness and truth. 1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine, Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and power And thoughts, all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the labouring conscience peace, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 6 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. 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Psalm 146:2. As the 113th Psalm. Praise to God for his goodness and truth. 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 he past While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me 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 immortality endures. Psalm 147:1. First Part. The divine nature, providence and grace. 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his Name: His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. PAUSE. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his cloud all round the sky, There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn, The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks and loves his image there. Psalm 147:2. Second Part. Summer and winter. A song for Great Britain. 1 O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honours known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. 2 Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 Thy changing season he ordains, Thine early and thy later rains: His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clattering sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold? 5 He bids the southern breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise. 6 To all the Isle his laws are shown, His gospel thro' the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To every land: Praise ye the Lord. Psalm 147:3. 7-9 13-18. C. M. The seasons of the year. 1 With songs and honours sounding loud Address the Lord on high; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honours high. 4 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 6 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. 7 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. 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Psalm 148:1. P. M. Praise to God from all creatures. 1 Ye tribes of Adam, join With heaven, 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 rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power 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 word fulfils While time and nature last: In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous Name, And speak his praise. PAUSE. 5 Let all the earth-born race, And monsters of the deep, The fish that cleave the seas, Or in their bosom sleep, From sea and shore Their tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's power. 6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow, Praise ye Th' almighty Lord, And stormy winds that blow To execute his word: When lightnings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler size, That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, In various forms Exalt his Name. 8 Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord, the sovereign King; And while you rule us here, His heavenly honours sing: Nor let the dream Of power and state Make you forget His power supreme. 9 Virgins, and youths, engage To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join: Wide as he reigns His Name be sung By every tongue In endless strains. 10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise His honours high. Psalm 148:2. Paraphrased. L. M. Universal praise to God. 1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell: Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. Note. This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, if these two lines be added to every stanza, viz. Each of his works his Name displays, But they can ne'er fulfil the praise. Otherwise it must be sung to the usual tunes of the Long Metre. 2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heavenly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss: Fly thro' the world, O sun, and tell How dark thy beams compar'd to his. 4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his Name Fill every gentler breeze of air. 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth, and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire. 6 Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Vallies, lie low before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky. 7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar. 8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme, Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up, and mean his praises too. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? O for a shout from old and young, From humble swains, and lofty kings! 10 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. 11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word, O may it dwell on every tongue! But saints who best have known the Lord Are bound to raise the noblest song. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! Psalm 148:3. S. M. Universal praise. 1 Let every creature join To praise th' eternal God; Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin, And sound his Name abroad. 2 Thou sun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise. 3 He built those worlds above, And fix'd their wondrous frame; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his Name. 4 Ye vapours, when ye rise, Or fall in showers, or snow, Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power 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 honours be exprest; But saints that taste his saving love Should sing his praises best. PAUSE I. 7 Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praise him, ye watery worlds below, And monsters of the seas. 8 From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound, From humble shrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around. 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear; Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing Your Maker's glory there. 11 Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show, And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that drest you so. 12 By all the earth-born race His honours be exprest; But saints that know his heavenly grace Should learn to praise him best. PAUSE II. 13 Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sovereign hand Whence all your honours spring. 14 Let vigorous youth engage To sound his praises high; While growing babes, and withering age, Their feebler voices try. 15 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise; God is the Lord: his name alone Deserves our endless praise. 16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blest; But saints that dwell so near his heart, Should sing his praises best. Psalm 149. Praise God, all his saints; or, The saints judging the world. 1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst 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 that 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. 5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues, Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. 6 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends, Who humbly lov'd him here. 7 Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dar'd rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doom'd to hell. 8 The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford; Such honour for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord. Psalm 150. 1 2 6. A song of praise. 1 In God's own house pronounce his praise, His grace he there reveals; To heaven your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells. 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; Yet when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise him best. Doxology. The Christian Doxology. Long Metre. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Common Metre. Let God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Common Metre. Where the tune includes two stanzas. 1 The God of mercy be ador'd, Who calls our souls from death, Who saves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath. 2 To praise the Father and the Son And Spirit all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join. Short Metre. Ye angels round the throne, And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, love the Son, And bless the Spirit too. As the 113th Psalm. Now to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit be Eternal praise and glory given, Thro' all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and heaven. As the 148th Psalm. To God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise, Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praise: With all our powers, Eternal King, Thy Name we sing, While faith adores. 
34994	----	_Morning and Evening Prayers for All Days of the Week_ By DR. JOHN HABERMANN. Together With _Confessional, Communion, and Other Prayers and Hymns for Mornings and Evenings, and Other Occasions_ Done in English By EMIL H. RAUSCH. _Editor Lutheran Herald_ Chicago, Illinois. WARTBURG PUBLISHING HOUSE. March, 1918, 3M. September, 1918, 5M. January, 1920, 5M. Translator's Preface This little manual of prayers herewith offered to English speaking Christians in their own language, has long been one of the treasures of the German people. With the exception of a few prayers, as hereinafter noted, it was originally written by one of God's noblemen, by one who "lived and moved and had his being" in the things of the Kingdom of God. Dr. John Habermann (known also as Avenarius, Latinized form of Habermann) died 1590 as superintendent at Zeitz, was a famous preacher and a distinguished scholar of his day. He was noted for his profound knowledge of oriental languages especially of the Hebrew. Still it is not this but the fact of his little prayer book that has endeared him to his fellow Christians. And this manual of prayers is the mature product of an inner life rich in the grace of God. On every page it bears the stamp of one for whom the communion with the eternal Father in heaven through the faith in Jesus Christ, the Savior, is a blessed reality. Nothing more natural therefore also than that he should "live and move and have his being" in the language of the Word of God. And this is quite apparent in his prayer language. God's Word give him the terms to express his thoughts. Especially the Psalter, the prayer and hymn book of Israel, proves a veritable thesaurus of prayer terms and of these he makes a copious use. The present little volume presents the Englished edition of "Wachet und Betet," as issued by the Synod of Iowa and other States. Owing to the exigencies of the times, with the great world war raging in all its fury, a special set of prayers for times of war has been added by the translator, in the hope that they will add to the usefulness of the book. These are found on pages 131-138. The hymns as far as possible are given in the form as found in the new Common Service Book with Hymnal. Many of them however are new translations that here appear in print for the first time. For these we are indebted especially to Prof. Alfred Ramsey of the Lutheran Theological Seminary, Maywood, Chicago, and the Rev. H. Brueckner of Iowa City, Iowa, a fact which is here gratefully acknowledged. The labor of clothing these little gems of prayer into the language of the land has been done as a labor of love, albeit the stress of other work often precluded the continued effort. The work was done a bit at a time. This little volume is herewith issued with the fervent hope and prayer, that it may long continue on its course of blessing, and lead many lives into the closer communion with God, through Jesus Christ. Soli Deo Gloria! E. H. R. Waverly, Iowa, during the blessed season of Epiphany, 1918. EXHORTATION TO PRAYER Arise, dear soul, and carefully reflect who He is with whom thou speakest and before whom thou standest when thou prayest. Behold, thou speakest with God, thy Maker, and standest in the presence of Him, the eternal Majesty, whom thousand times thousand holy angels and arch-angels attend. Therefore, O Christian, enter thou into the closet of thy soul, and beware, lest thou failest to put from thee all sluggishness of heart, and liftest up to thy God a countenance free from blame. Then wilt thou delight in the Lord and have power with Him, and prevail. Yea, thou wilt conquer the unconquerable God and bear away the blessing through Jesus Christ. Amen. The Lord's Prayer _Our Father, who art in heaven; Hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil; For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen._ The Benediction _The Lord bless thee, and keep thee._ _The Lord make His face to shine upon thee,_ _and be gracious unto thee._ _The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee,_ _and give thee peace. Amen._ Morning and Evening Prayers Prayer for Sunday Morning. Lord, our Heavenly Father, Eternal God! Blessed be Thy divine power and might; magnified Thy fathomless goodness and mercy; praised Thine eternal wisdom and truth. For Thou hast shielded me with Thy hand against the perils of this night, and hast suffered me to rest and slumber in peace under the shadow of Thy wings. Thou hast kept and safeguarded me with a father's care against the Evil One and all his wicked designs and purposes. Therefore, I magnify Thy goodness and the wonders which Thou doest for the children of men. I will exalt Thee in the congregation. Thy praise shall evermore be in my mouth. My soul shall bless Thee, O my Lord, all that is within me shall bless Thy holy name, and nevermore will I forget Thy benefits. May the praises of my lips, which in singleness of heart I bring before Thee at this early hour, be acceptable in Thy sight. I call upon Thee with all my heart to preserve me this day against all danger of body and soul. May Thy holy angels have charge over me and keep me in all my ways. Encompass me with Thy shield and lead me on the paths of Thy commandments that, like the children of light, I may be blameless in Thy service, to Thy good pleasure. Stay the Evil One and all wickedness of this world. Restrain mine own flesh and blood that I be not overcome by them. Lead me with Thy Holy Spirit that I attempt, do, speak, or think nothing except what is well-pleasing in Thy sight and conducive to the glory of Thy divine Majesty. Behold, O God, I consecrate and dedicate myself entirely to Thy holy will, with body and soul, all my powers and abilities, inwardly and outwardly. Make me a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable unto Thee, so that I may render Thee a reasonable and pleasing service. Therefore, Most Holy Father, Almighty God, let me be wholly Thine. Govern Thou my heart and soul, and all my emotions that I know and understand none but Thee. O Lord, in the morning wilt Thou hear my voice. Early will I seek Thee and look up to Thee. Early will I praise Thee, and will not cease when evening comes. Through Jesus Christ. Amen. Gott des Himmels und der Erden. God, Who madest earth and heaven,-- Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who the day and night hast given, Sun and moon, and starry host, Thou Whose mighty hand sustains Earth and all that it contains; Praise to Thee my soul shall render, Who this night has guarded me, My omnipotent Defender, Who from ill doth set me free; Free from danger, anguish, woe, Free from the infernal foe. Let the night of my transgression With night's darkness pass away; Jesus, into Thy possession I resign myself to-day. In Thy wounds I find relief From my greatest sin and grief. Let my life and conversation Be directed by Thy Word; Lord, Thy constant preservation To Thy erring child afford. Nowhere but alone in Thee From all harm can I be free. Wholly to Thy blest protection I commit my heart and mind; Mighty God! to Thy direction Wholly may I be resigned. Lord, my Shield, my Light divine, O accept, and own me Thine. Heinrich Albert, 1643. Tr. John Christian Jacobi, 1720. Arthur Tozer Russell, 1848. Catherine Winkworth, 1855. Prayer for Sunday Evening. Eternal God, Merciful Father, I lift up my hands unto Thee as an evening sacrifice, and render Thee most hearty thanks, praise, and glory, that Thou hast protected me this day and all the days of my life from all evil and calamity, and through the ministrations of Thy holy angels hast graciously guarded me against the Evil One. I pray Thee to forgive me all my sins, wherever I have done wrong. Surround me this night with Thy holy angels. May thou compass me round and cast a trench about me, that I may escape the snares and evil cunning of the enemy. I commend myself to Thy goodness and mercy. Protect me with Thine outstretched arm; for from my heart do I pant after Thee in the nightwatches, and with my spirit within me do I watch for Thee at all times. I wait upon Thy goodness, and my soul trusts in Thee, the living God, for Thou art my refuge and my Savior. Behold, O Lord, whether we sleep or wake, we are Thine: whether we live or die, Thou art our God who hast called us into being. Therefore, I cry unto Thee: let Thy grace be not far from me. Shelter me with Thy shield. Keep me, that I lie in quiet, sleep in peace, and awake again in health. Hide me in Thy pavilion in the time of trouble, in the secret of Thy tabernacle hide me, set me upon the rock, and I will fear no evil. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Grant me grace, that though my body sleep, my soul may ever wake for Thee, that I may ever have Thee in my heart and before my mind, and be not overcome by the night of sin. Keep me from all wicked and evil dreams, from restless wakings and useless anxieties, from depraved and hurtful thoughts, from all grief. My Lord and God, into Thy gracious care do I commend my body and soul, my brothers and sisters, and all my kin and loved ones. May it please Thee, O Lord, to save us, and turn not Thy mercy from us. May Thy grace and fidelity protect us alway. Cover us this night with Thy goodness, and encompass us with Thy mercy, that we be safe-guarded in body and soul. Amen. Christe, du bist der helle Tag. O Christ, who art the sun-lit day, Before Thee night must flee away, Thou dost reflect the Father's light And teachest us His will aright. Dear Lord, as night is drawing near, Fill Thou our hearts with light and cheer, Let us securely rest in Thee And from the foe's attacks stay free. And while our eyes in slumber close, Grant that our hearts may find repose; But let them be to Thee awake And of Thy saving grace partake. Protect us from the wily foe Who seeks to harm our souls, we know. Be Thou our shield, our staff, and stay, Lord Jesus Christ, for this we pray. For Thou hast made us, Lord, Thine own, We as Thy heritage are known. Thy blood was shed, that we might be The Father's precious gift to Thee. So let Thy holy angel stay Around us both by night and day. Place Thou a watch beside our bed, And guardian angels overhead. Thus in Thy name we fall asleep, While angels o'er us watch must keep. To Thee, O Holy One in Three, Be praise to all eternity. Latin, 7 Century. Erasmus Alber, 1555. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Prayer for Monday Morning. O Thou Eternal and Merciful God! Thou hast commanded Thy people in Thy law each morning to offer Thee a burnt offering, thereby to praise and thank Thee for Thy merciful protection: thus I too would bring unto Thee my offering of praise, that is the fruit of my lips, and magnify Thy holy name. For by Thy grace and mercy Thou hast kept me this night from all evil and harm in body and soul, and hast graciously protected me. If Thou hadst not been my shield and my help, manifold calamities would have engulfed me, and I could not have risen in health and safety. Therefore, I thank Thee for Thy protection. But I continue to call to Thee from the depths of my heart, and my supplication ascends to Thee in the early hour. Early do I seek Thy countenance and pray Thee to safeguard me and mine from the wiles and power of the devil, from sin and disgrace and all wickedness. Visit Thou me in this early hour with Thy grace, as without Thee I can do nothing, and grant that I may this day begin all my work in Thy name and end it joyously, to the glory of Thy divine majesty and the betterment of my neighbor. Preserve my soul, mind, reason, senses, and thoughts, all that I do and leave undone, that the prince of darkness do me no injury. Safeguard me against the destruction that wasteth at noonday. Defend me against mine enemies that neither secretly nor openly they harm or injure me with their craft and cunning, violence or malice. O God, Father and Lord of my life, shield me from all impurity and disorderly conduct. Keep me from all intemperance and unchastity, and turn from me shameless thoughts. Help me by Thy grace to pluck out the eye that offends me and cast it away, and renounce all wicked and impure desires of the heart. Grant whatever is pleasing to Thee and useful to me, that I may serve Thee in the true faith. Look upon me with the eyes of Thy mercy, Thou Savior of the world, and enlighten my heart and eyes, that I may walk in the light of Thy grace, which rises above me, and never lose Thee, the Eternal Light. Amen. Ach bleib mit deiner Gnade. Abide with grace unbounded, Lord Jesus, with us still, That Satan's craft confounded May no more work us ill. Abide with us, dear Savior, Both with and in Thy Word: To us both now and ever Thy saving health afford. Abide with all Thy brightness, Thou brightest Light of all; And lest we stray from rightness, Make Thou Thy truth our wall. Abide with us and bless us, Thou Lord whose riches 'bide; With growing grace possess us And all things best provide. Abide with Thy protection, Great Captain, clothed with might; O'ercome our world affection And vanquish Satan's spite. Abide with care untiring, Our God and Lord indeed; All steadfastness inspiring, Help, Lord, our every need. Josua Stegmann, 1630. Tr. A. Ramsey, 1916. Prayer for Monday Evening. O Thou Mighty and Everlasting God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, I thank Thee that by Thy divine power Thou hast this day preserved me from all injury and danger of body and life. I owe it to Thy mercy alone that Thou didst protect me on all my paths. I pray Thee to forgive me all my sins which I have committed against Thee, and this night and during our entire lives mercifully to defend me and my loved ones against all sorrow and anxiety, and against the craft and power of the devil, wherewith day and night he seeks to ensnare us. Preserve us from the deadly pestilence that walketh in the darkness, and deliver us from the snare of the enemy. Protect us from the temptation and terror of Satan, from all evils of body and soul. For Thou art our strong fortress, our sword and buckler. All our hope and trust rests in Thee. Therefore, O faithful God, may Thine eyes be upon us and we be safeguarded this night against all violence and assault of the enemy. Be Thou our keeper and protector. Encompass us with Thy shelter, for in Thee is our salvation. Unto Thee only, from whom cometh my help, do I lift up mine eyes. My help cometh from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that He have mercy upon us. Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy, for we are poor and needy. Lift upon me the light of Thy countenance lest I sleep the sleep of death. Amen. Nun ruhen alle Waelder. Now under night's dark shadow Rest woodland, field, and meadow, The world in slumber lies. But thou, my soul, awake thee, To song and prayer betake thee, Give praise to Him who rules the skies. The sun's fair light hath vanished, The night its rays hath banished, The night, the foe of day. 'Tis well: my heart containeth A sun whose light ne'er waneth, Since Jesus there holds constant sway. The reign of day is over, And golden stars now cover The canopy so blue. Thus I shall shine in heaven, Where golden crowns are given To all who faithful stay and true. My body is divested Of garments that have rested Upon its form of clay. Thus I at heaven's portal Shall lose all that is mortal And with the Lord forever stay. Head, feet, and hands are taking Sweet rest from toil and waking, Released from ev'ry pain. O heart of mine, why borrow The troubles of tomorrow? Thou rest from sin and woe shalt gain. Ye members weak and tired, By joy no more inspired, Betake yourselves to bed. The time and hour for sleeping In God's own faithful keeping Will come when you are cold and dead. My tired eyes are closing, And while I am reposing, Where doth my soul remain? To Thee be it commended Until the night is ended, Let me Thy gracious favor gain. Lord Jesus, who dost love me, Spread both Thy wings above me, Thus shielding me from harm. If Satan should draw near me, Let angels come to cheer me And so the wily foe disarm. My loved ones, rest securely, Since God will guard you surely From pain and perils sore. May you in safety slumber, While angels without number Attend you now and evermore. Paul Gerhardt, 1648. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Prayer for Tuesday Morning. Blessed be God, the maker of heaven and earth, blessed be the Lord, who only doeth wondrous things, and blessed be His glorious name for ever who hath made both day and night through His glorious wisdom, and so ruled, that while the earth remaineth, they shall not cease, that man may rest by night, and proceed again to his labors by day. O Lord, how manifold are Thy works! In wisdom hast Thou made them all: the earth is full of Thy riches. For such Thy gifts we should thank Thee ere the sun rises, and come into Thy presence when the light breaks forth. Therefore I bless Thee now also, for Thou hast suffered me securely to rest and sleep this night, and again awakened me to the joy of living. Thou hast mercifully sheltered me from the assaults and malice of enemies. I supplicate Thy grace: grant that my soul may repose in Thy hands, my body continue in health according to Thy good pleasure, and be kept from all injury and peril. Be Thou my mighty protection and strong stay, a defence from heat, and my cover from the sun at noon, my preservation from stumbling, and my help from falling, that no harm may come unto me. O Merciful God, knowing the hour is come to awaken out of the sleep of sin and iniquity, for now is our salvation so near, the night is far spent, the day is at hand: so help us to cast off the works of darkness, and put on the armour of light, that we may walk honestly as in the day; not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying, but putting on the Lord Jesus Christ in the true faith and a Christian conduct. Thus awaken us each morning. Open Thou my ears that I may hear Thy holy Word with a believing heart and keep the same in my memory. Let my ears incline to the entreaties and prayers of the needy, not to forsake them in their distress. And when in my distress I cry unto Thee, hear Thou the voice of my supplications, and despise not my sighings in the hour of death. Let my prayers come before Thee early. Incline Thine ears to my entreaties. Satisfy us early with Thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Amen. Wach auf, mein Herz, und singe. Awake, my heart, rejoicing, Thy Maker's praises voicing,-- The Giver, good gifts sending; Their Shield, His folk defending. All night while darkness 'bound me In deepest gloom around me, By Satan craved while sleeping God had me in His keeping. Thou spak'st me words endearing; Sleep now, my child, unfearing; Sleep well, night's terrors spurning; Thou'lt see the sun returning. Thy word performed, now waking, I see the bright dawn breaking, Safe kept from ills unnumbered While 'neath Thy care I slumbered. An off'ring Thou desirest. Behold what Thou requirest. Nor lamb nor incense bringing, I come with prayer and singing. Nor wilt Thou now despise them, But in Thy heart wilt prize them, Well knowing, yea, and surely My best I offer purely. Approve my works when shown Thee. Help Thou good councils only; Beginning, middle, closing, Lord, for the best disposing. With blessings guard me waking, My heart Thy dwelling making, And with Thy Word, Lord, feed me Whilst heavenward Thou dost lead me. Paul Gerhardt, 1648. Tr. A. Ramsey, 1916. Prayer for Tuesday Evening. Lord, Merciful God, Holy Father, in the daytime do I cry unto Thee with my voice, in my distress I call upon Thee, and at eventime I remember Thy goodness and mercy, which Thou hast wrought for me. And especially do I magnify Thee now, that purely out of fatherly grace and mercy, without any merit or worthiness on my part, Thou hast this day preserved me from all harm and danger and kept me from sudden death. Therefore do I now and at all times render unto Thee praise and thanksgiving, and pray Thee, for the sake of the bitter sufferings of Jesus Christ, to forgive me wherever I have sinned against Thee this day. Mercifully protect me during the night against my adversary, the devil, and against the fears and terrors of the night. Suffer me to rest without anxieties and worries, and may the eyes of my faith ever behold the lustre of Thy countenance even during the shades of night. For Thou art that shining and true light, which dispels all darkness that surrounds us. Thou, O Lord, art ever with me. Thou art my rock, and my fortress, my deliverer, my strength, in whom I will trust, my buckler, the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. Lord, my God, at eventime do I lift up my hands unto Thee. Come unto me as the latter rains that make the earth fruitful. Abide with us, for the day is far spent and in the darkness there is none to defend us save Thou alone, our God. Hasten to uphold us. Defend us this night, lest our souls fall into the sleep of sin and our bodies be overcome with evil. Awake us again in due time, and make us to hear joy and peace, for we love Thy word and Thy testimonies, which are the delight of our souls. May our ears be saved from all messages of sorrow, and all anguish be turned from our souls; for Thou canst prosper all that liveth, and fill my life with Thy blessing; in Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Die Nacht ist kommen, drin wir ruhen sollen. Now God be with us, for the night is closing; The light and darkness are of His disposing; And 'neath His shadow here to rest we yield us, For He will shield us. Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us; Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us; In soul and body Thou from harm defend us, Thine angels send us. Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o'ertakes us; Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us; All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing Thy praise pursuing. As Thy beloved, soothe the sick and weeping, And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping; Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them; Do Thou befriend them. We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us, Save Thee, O Father, Who Thine own hast made us; But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely, Who seek Thee only. Father, Thy name be praised, Thy kingdom given; Thy will be done on earth as 'tis in heaven; Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. Petrus Herbert, 1566. St. 5, Anon., 1627. Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863. Prayer for Wednesday Morning. Almighty, All-gracious God! All Thy creatures should praise and glorify Thee. The birds under the heavens magnify Thee with lovely songs early in the morning as their Lord and Maker. So will I too heartily thank Thee, that Thou hast preserved me under Thy shelter and protection during the night now past, and all my life even to the present hour, and awakening me from the sleep of the darkness of this night, hast suffered me to arise again in health and joy. I pray Thee for the sake of the saving resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, that Thou wouldst ever keep me together with all my loved ones from all danger and evil. O Lord, save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever. Fill me also at this early hour with Thy grace, that I may pass this day rejoicing in Thy commandments, and free from mortal sin. Let me experience Thy grace as a dew from the womb of the morning, and as the refreshing moisture that diffuses at the break of day, making the land fruitful. Thou wouldest spread Thy goodness over me, that I may gladly and zealously do Thy will. Govern me with Thy Holy Spirit that I may serve Thee in righteousness and holiness of truth, well pleasing in Thy sight. Guard me that I sin not against Thee, nor defile my conscience with carnal lusts that militate against the soul. Keep my tongue from evil, and my lips from speaking guile. Foolish talking or jesting, unbecoming of Christians, be ever far removed from me. Grant, that I offend none with my lips, nor backbite, judge nor condemn, defame nor vilify. O that I might put a lock to my lips and seal them with a strong seal, that they bring me not to naught, nor my tongue destroy me. Give me grace that I may know my shortcomings and correct them, and not fall into Thy righteous judgment and condemnation. Grant my prayer, O Eternal God, for the sake of Thy dear Son, Jesus Christ. Amen. Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit. Dayspring of Eternity, Light from endless Light proceeding, Let Thy beams upon us shine As the shadows are receding; And dispel by Thy great might Our dark night. As the soft refreshing dew Falls upon the drooping flower, So our fainting hearts renew By Thy Spirit's quickening power; Ne'er Thy bounteous grace withhold From Thy fold. Let the glow of Thy pure love All our icy coldness banish; In the radiance from above May our doubts and fears all vanish, That ere dying we may be Found in Thee. O Thou glorious Sun of grace, May Thy light be ne'er denied us! Till we reach the heavenly place Shine upon our way to guide us, That at last among the blest We may rest. Christian Knorr v. Rosenroth, 1684. Tr. J. F. Ohl, 1915. Prayer for Wednesday Evening. Most Holy Trinity, One in essence, Three in person, who art my life, salvation, and eternal joy, I praise and thank Thee with mouth and heart that Thou hast so graciously protected me throughout this day. I pray Thy divine goodness to cover up all my shortcomings, and especially where this day, with my tongue, with vain and unprofitable words, slander or otherwise, I have sinned against Thee and Thy holy commandments. According to Thy name, O God, so is Thy praise unto the ends of the earth: Thy right hand is full of righteousness. Therefore I commend my body and my soul into Thy hands. Thy divine Majesty bless me; Thy holy Trinity shelter me; Thy eternal Unity preserve me. May Thy unbounded mercy protect me; Thy inexpressible benevolence defend me, the sublime truth of God cover me; profound knowledge of Christ strengthen me; the unfathomable goodness of the Lord keep me. The grace of the Father govern me; the wisdom of the Son refresh me; the power of the Holy Spirit enlighten me. My Creator aid me, my Redeemer quicken me, my Comforter abide with me. The Lord bless me and keep me. The Lord make His face shine upon me and be gracious unto me. The Lord lift up His countenance upon me and give me peace. The protection and blessing of the one and eternal Godhead be between me and all mine enemies, visible and invisible, today and always, that they may not approach nor injure me. As the pillar of the cloud went between the army of the Egyptians and the army of Israel, so that they could not come together, and no harm befall the children of Israel, so mayest Thou be a pillar of fire and a wall of separation between me and mine enemies, that no harm come over me. Keep me also in my last hour. When mine eyes no longer see, mine ears no longer hear, my tongue no longer speak, be Thou with me, O blessed Trinity, that the Evil One have no power over me. Amen. Hirte deiner Schafe. Shepherd never sleeping, In Thy gracious keeping I have been today. Thou art my Defender, So in mercy tender Come and with me stay; All this night Keep me in sight, Send Thine angels to attend me And protection lend me. While I lie and slumber, Let Thine hosts outnumber All my raging foes. Be of grace the Giver, And Thy child deliver From guilt's painful throes. For Thy Son My soul hath won; By His wounds, so sorely stricken, He my heart doth quicken. Shield Thou from all danger Ev'ry lonely stranger And my dear ones, too. Tenderly embrace us And with mercy grace us, Be our Father true. Thou with me And I with Thee, Thus shall I, mine eyelids closing, Be in peace reposing. Close the door behind us, Let no evil find us, Keep all ills away. Be our shield and cover, Let Thine angels hover O'er us now, we pray. By sweet rest Let us be blest, Ev'ry fear of Satan's raging In our hearts assuaging. What if death should take me And no light awake me From my sleep and rest? If Thou hast intended That my life be ended, Let Thy name be blest; As for me, I yield to Thee. In the wounds of Jesus lying, I am daily dying. By no cares encumbered, Though my hours be numbered, I now fall asleep. All to Thee commending Who Thine hosts are sending Watch o'er me to keep. Through the night Be my delight, And if I should see the morrow, Thou wilt cure all sorrow. Benjamin Schmolcke, 1715. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Prayer for Thursday Morning. Jesus Christ, Thou art the eternal light, which dispelleth the darkness of night and the shadow of death: I magnify Thy name, I glorify and thank Thee. For Thou hast so graciously kept me during this night, and hast brought me out of the darkness to the light of day. Thou hast shielded me against the terrors of the night, the snares of the devil, the noisome pestilence, that walketh in the darkness, manifold illness and disease. Thou hast guarded and watched over my soul, even as the shepherd watches over his flock. And all that I possess is kept from harm through Thy great mercy. Praise and thanks be said unto Thee for Thy gracious protection and all Thy gifts. I will speak of Thy power and magnify Thy goodness, when the day breaks. For Thou art my refuge, my strong tower, my present help, my faithful God, in whom I trust. Thou makest glad my heart and my countenance rejoiceth. I pray Thee, for the sake of Thy holy birth and incarnation, suffer Thy grace to rise in my heart and break forth even as the beauty of the morning, and come over me as the early rain. Illumine me with Thy radiance, and be Thou the light of my heart, for Thou art the right day star and the true light, that lighteth men to the eternal life. Be merciful unto me, O Lord, for in Thee do I put my trust. My soul waiteth for Thee, more than they that watch for the morning, yea more than they that watch for the morning. Be Thou mine arm in the morning, my salvation also in the time of trouble. Protect me in body and soul, that no evil befall me and no plague come nigh unto my dwelling. Keep from me all wicked spirits. Defend me from evildoers. Stand up for me against the workers of iniquity and shield me, that the hands of mine adversaries may not touch me. O Lord, our God, establish Thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish Thou it, and strengthen our hands, and teach us that we may keep Thy commandments and sin not against Thee this day. Grant us this for the sake of Thy mercy, which endureth for ever and ever. Amen. Wach auf, mein Herz, die Nacht ist hin. Awake, my soul; the rising sun Dispels the night of mourning; Awake, with songs of praises run To greet the Lord returning. He burst the gates of death today And left the gloomy grave for aye While all the world rejoices. Arise, my soul, from sin and death, To thee new life is given; Arise and run the race of faith; Fix thy desires on heaven Where Jesus, thy Redeemer reigns, And seek the things that it contains, If thou with Him be risen. Art thou distressed by weight of care? Thy Savior will remove it. Believing, thou with joy canst bear Thy cross and learn to love it. Cast all thy burden on the Lord; Fear not; for He will help afford, For now He hath arisen. Now Judah's Lion, true and tried, The victory obtaineth; The Lamb of God, the Crucified, For us salvation gaineth, And giveth righteousness and life; For after all the dreadful strife, O'er every foe He triumphs. Then up, my soul, begin the fight, For Christ, the Victor, leadeth. He arms thee with a victor's might; With Him thy cause succeedeth. Now thou can'st rise and live anew And righteousness and peace pursue And be a faithful servant. Fear not the angry jaws of hell, Nor world, nor death, nor devil. Thy Savior lives and all is well, Though sore has been His travail. A Victor crowned, He as a Friend The mean and feeble doth attend, And therefore thou shalt conquer. Ah, Lord, whom death could not defile, Who from the dead hast risen, Free us from Satan's might and guile And save us from his prison. O grant, that, as one body, we May enter that new life in Thee Which Thou for us hast gotten. Laurentius Laurenti, 1700. Tr. A. Ramsey. Prayer for Thursday Evening. Praise be to Thee, O God, our Father, through Jesus Christ in the Holy Ghost, one, eternal God, who through Thy manifold compassion hast kept me this day, a poor sinner and miserable creature, from the fiery darts of Satan that fly by day, from the destruction that wasteth at noonday, and hast graciously protected me from a sudden and evil death. Thy mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; and Thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds. Thou art gracious and merciful, and all Thine acts are glorious. I pray Thee, O merciful God, graciously to forgive me all that I have done against Thee this day, in thought, word, or deed. Turn Thy mercy toward me, that I may slumber and rest during this coming night, and that I may never turn from Thee, who art the eternal rest. Suffer me ever to abide in Thee in the true faith, and safely to sojourn under Thy protection, so that the enemy may never come nigh unto me, nor do me injury. Lord, Thou art my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? Thou art the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? My heart trusteth in Thee, and I am helped. Thou art my strength and my great shield. Thy right hand strengtheneth me. Thy right hand gladdeneth my heart, and in the shadow of Thy wings will I make my refuge. Behold, my God, in the daytime do I cry unto Thee, and Thou hearest me, and in the night season I am not silent, and Thou answereth my prayer. I remember Thee on my bed, and meditate on Thee in the night watches, because Thou hast been my help. Therefore in the shadow of Thy wings will I rejoice. My soul cleaves unto Thee, for Thy right hand defends me. When darkness comes over me, then Thou, O Lord, art my light and my salvation. O gracious God, vouchsafe unto me Thy grace, so that when that last hour cometh, and I lay me down on my deathbed for the eternal rest, through Thy help, in the true faith, in all confidence and trust, I may happily fall asleep for the eternal life. Meanwhile keep me in Thee, that I may ever watch and pass my days in all sobriety and moderation, and be found in Christian readiness, since I can not know the hour when Thou comest, O God, to call me hence, so that I may be worthy to stand before the Son of Man, and be not put to shame; who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, world without end. Amen. Nur in Jesu Blut und Wunden. Now in Jesus' wounds reposing, I my tired eyes am closing. For His love and pardoning grace Are my only resting place. Through the day His mercy holds me, And by night His arm enfolds me. Of Thy strong protection sure, Jesus, I shall rest secure. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1916. Prayer for Friday Morning. Blessed be God, my Maker! Blessed be God, my Savior! Blessed be God, my Comforter! Who giveth unto me my health, my life, and every blessing; my very present help and my protection. Thou hast kept me according to Thy great and most blessed compassion during this night now past against the onslaughts of Satan, and preserved me in health. I beseech Thee, Heavenly Father, through Jesus Christ, Thy dear Son, take me this day also into Thy divine protection, and shield me that no evil may assail my life. For into Thy hands do I this day and all days commend my body and soul, my thoughts, words, and deeds, all that I do or leave undone, my going out and my coming in, my walks and ways, my rising up and my lying down, my will and counsel, my thoughts and desires, my faith and profession, the end of my life, the day and hour of my death, my passing away and my resurrection. O Lord God, do Thou with me as Thou wilt: for Thou knowest what serves best Thy glory and my salvation. Keep me in Thy fear and in the true knowledge of Thee. Protect me from the deeds of unrighteousness. And if perchance and by reason of my frailty I sin against Thee, I pray Thee take not from me Thy mercy; turn not from me Thy grace; withdraw not Thy help. For there is none other God nor Helper but Thee, and as there is none before Thee, there is none after Thee. Thou art the first and the last, Alpha and Omega, and there is none other God beside Thee. Therefore do I call only upon Thee: may Thy goodness rule over me. Cause me to hear Thy loving kindness in the morning; for in Thee do I trust. Lead me on the paths of righteousness, that I may not walk in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor yet sit in the seat of the scornful, but that my heart may ever delight in Thy word and commandments, and meditate upon them day and night; through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Die helle Sonn leucht jetzt herfuer. The morning sun shines in the skies, And we from peaceful slumbers rise. All praise to God who hath this night Protected us from Satan's might. Lord Jesus, shield us now by day From sin and error on our way. To us Thy holy angels send, And let them to our wants attend. Make Thou our hearts obedient, To use Thy word and sacrament, To do Thy will whate'er betide, Thus pleasing Thee, our trusty guide. Bless Thou the labor of our hands And help us keep Thy law's demands, That all our work, begun in Thee, May to Thy praise and glory be. Nicolaus Hermann, 1560. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Prayer for Friday Evening. Blessed be the Lord God, who only doeth wondrous things! And blessed be His glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled with His glory! Daily will I praise the Lord, and at eventime my mouth shall thank Him while I have any being. For when I cry with my voice, He hears me, and gives ear to my supplication. When I pray, He attends to my voice. The Lord is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore do I laud and magnify Thee, Eternal God, that Thou hast this day so mercifully kept me from every harm and evil. My heart is glad and my soul glorifies Thee for Thy goodness and mercy. Ever shall my tongue speak of Thee and say, Blessed be the Lord, and blessed be Thy holy name! I pray Thee, graciously pardon, wherever I have this day sinned against Thee, and grant me and mine Thy protection during the coming night. Be Thou my shield, and my shade upon my right hand. O Lord, preserve me from all evil, preserve my soul. Be gracious unto me, for in Thee do I put my trust. I trust in the Lord, and cry to God, the Highest, to God Who endeth all mine affliction. Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. He will guide my steps on the paths of righteousness, that I slip not and my feet do not falter. He will not suffer my feet to be moved, and His word is a light unto my path. Therefore as I lay me down, I will not be afraid of sudden terror, neither of the desolation of wicked people, when it cometh. For Thou keepest my foot from being taken, and deliverest me from the snares of death. O Lord God, lift upon me the light of Thy countenance, that I may lie down and sleep in peace, and dwell in safety under Thy protection. For Thou alone, O Lord, can help me. In Thy name will I lie down to rest and let my eyelids slumber. Thou, O Lord, wilt again awaken me with rejoicing, to the glory and praise of Thine eternal majesty; through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Hinunter ist der Sonnen Schein. Sunk is the sun's last beam of light, And now the world is wrapt in night. Christ, light us with Thy heavenly ray, Nor let our feet in darkness stray. Thanks, Lord, that Thou throughout the day Hast kept all grief and harm away; That angels tarried round about Our coming in and going out. Whate'er of wrong we've done or said, Let not the charge on us be laid; That, through Thy free forgiveness blest, In peaceful slumber we may rest. Thy guardian angels round us place All evil from our couch to chase; Our soul and body, while we sleep, In safety, gracious Father, keep. Nicolaus Hermann, 1560. Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841. Prayer for Saturday Morning. O Thou Very and Eternal God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. To Thee do I lift up my heart in dutiful gratitude. I will not hide Thy righteousness within my heart. I will declare Thy salvation. I will not conceal Thy loving kindness and Thy truth from the great congregation, and all the good that Thou hast shown me will I not keep silent. For it is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto Thy name, O Most High: to shew forth Thy loving kindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness every night. Therefore my soul doth magnify Thee, that Thou in Thy immeasurable grace hast kept me during the night now past. Blessed be Thou, Lord God Sabaoth, who art merciful unto all, that seek Thee and love Thy salvation. Blessed is Thy holy name in all the earth, who art our refuge and our help! Blessed are all Thy works which Thou doest for the children of men! I beseech Thee, protect me this day, that the Evil One may not harm me, and the hands of the wicked touch me not. Lord God, my Savior, early will I seek Thee, early do I cry unto Thee. Grant, that I may fulfill the duties of my calling and all that is committed unto me with diligence and trust to the glory of Thy name and the betterment of my fellowman, so that I may not misuse the light of this day, neither any of Thy creatures in the service of sin and vanity, neither grieve Thee, nor transgress the covenant of my Baptism with anything I do or leave undone. Vouchsafe unto me Thy grace, that I may guard myself against the six things which Thou dost hate, yea, seven which are an abomination unto Thee: a proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that are swift in running to mischief, a false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren. From such and the like vices preserve me, O God, that I may nevermore be led nor consent to them, but teach me to do Thy will; for Thou art my God: Thy Spirit is good. Lead me into the land of uprightness, that I may serve Thee in a life that is without blame, and my deeds and all my conduct be pleasing in Thy sight; for Christ's sake. Amen. Die gueldne Sonne. The sun, ascending, To us is lending Bliss, joy, and gladness, Cure for all sadness, Filling the world with its rich, golden light. I was reclining When no light was shining; But the sun's beauty Now calls me to duty, As I behold it so fair and so bright. Mine eye beholdeth What God unfoldeth: Heaven's bright glory Tells me the story Of His unlimited power and love, And how the sainted In beauty untainted, Free from things mortal, Beyond death's dark portal, Dwell in the heavenly mansions above. To God in heaven Be praises given; Come, let us offer And gladly proffer To the Creator the gifts that we prize. He well receiveth A heart that believeth, Hymns that adore Him Are precious before Him And to His throne like sweet incense arise. At the day's ending Sweet slumbers sending, And in the morning All things adorning, These are His works and His blessings so true. When night descendeth Protection He lendeth When morn appeareth Our spirits He cheereth, Causing His mercy to crown us anew. Father above me, Thou who dost love me, Bless my beginning, Keep me from sinning, Move ev'ry hindrance well out of my way. Strength ever lend me, From Satan defend me, Spare me temptation, So that in my station I may Thy holy commandments obey. Let me with pleasure See the full measure Which upon others, Who are my brothers, Thou of Thy blessings dost richly bestow. Bid envy vanish! All greediness banish! Make me Thy dwelling, Sin's darkness dispelling. Grant that in virtue I daily may grow. What is man's being? It is like seeing Autumn's bleak shadows Sweep o'er the meadows When the cold winds drive the clouds on their way. All that we cherish Must crumble and perish. Plants must stop growing, And stars must cease glowing; Heaven and earth are not destined to stay. All else decayeth, God only stayeth, He of creation Is the foundation. His will and word must forever abide. His grace endureth And for us secureth Comfort in sorrow And help for the morrow, Keeping us cheerful, whate'er may betide. God of creation, Be my salvation! Calm all my terrors, Blot out my errors, Grant that Thy pardon I fully may share; Withal attend me, Rule, guide, and defend me In mercy tender, Because I surrender Soul, will, and all to Thy fatherly care. Whilst Thou art giving What for a living Seems very needful, Oh, make Thou me heedful Of this great truth and commendable thought: God, like a tower, Transcends all in power; Good beyond telling, In beauty excelling, He doth suffice me, all else counts for naught. If grief and sadness Temper my gladness If for the morrow Thou send me sorrow Do as Thou wilt, for my trust is in Thee. Thou surely knowest That what Thou bestowest, E'en though distressing, Must bring me a blessing; Thou wilt not deal too severely with me. Ills that still grieve me Soon are to leave me; Though waves may tower And winds gain power, After the storm the fair sun shows its face. Joys e'er increasing, And peace never ceasing, These I shall treasure And share in full measure When in His mansions God grants me a place. Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Prayer for Saturday Evening. Praise be unto Thee, Thou great and unchangeable God! Praise be unto Thy goodness and mercy! Praise be unto Thy eternal wisdom and truth, that Thou hast preserved me during the day now past from all danger and harm. I pray Thee, graciously perfect Thy goodness which Thou hast begun in me, and suffer me to rest this night under Thy protecting shield, and cover me with Thy wings. Suffer me to put my trust under the shadow of Thy hands, that I fear no evil. Keep me, O God, as the apple of the eye. Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings. Lord, Thou art the portion of mine inheritance; my salvation is in Thy hands. Grant unto me, according to Thy goodness, that neither fear nor trembling come over me, and no terrors of the night overwhelm me. Be merciful unto me, for in Thee do I put my trust, and under the shadow of Thy wings do I find my refuge. I seek the Lord in the time of need; my hand is outstretched in the night without ceasing; for my soul has none other comfort; and I know of none other helper in heaven or earth but Thee alone. At midnight when I awaken, I meditate upon Thy name, so altogether lovely, upon Thy goodness and fidelity, vouchsafed unto me, and I praise Thee because of Thy righteous judgments. When I am troubled I remember God, when my spirit is overwhelmed I speak of my Savior. For He redeemeth my life from destruction and saveth me from the snares of death. Lord God, my Savior, by day and by night do I cry unto Thee, pardon all my transgressions, which during this day and the week now past I have committed against Thee. O Lord, deliver my soul for Thy mercy's sake. Thou art gracious and just, and our God is merciful. The Lord preserveth the simple. I was brought low, and He helped me. Therefore will I rejoice and praise Thee, and sing aloud upon my bed. For the days of my life will appear as noonday, and darkness as the morning's light, and I will rejoice that Thou, O God, art my hope and my rest in life and death. I lay me down, and none will terrify me. Thus do I commend my body and soul into Thy hands, Thou Faithful God. Thou hast redeemed me through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Werde munter, mein Gemuete. Soul of mine, to God awaking, And ye senses, ev'ry one, Come, your quiet haunts forsaking, Tell what God to me has done. How He this entire day Has been with me on my way, To my many wants attending And from ills protection lending. Praise and thanks to Thee I render, Father Thou of mercies great. Thou hast been my strong Defender, And Thy love does not abate. Thou hast shielded me from woe, Lent me strength and quenched the foe, So that I, such help beholding, Rest secure in Thine enfolding. If from Thee I have departed, I return again to Thee, Knowing Thou art tender-hearted, Since Thy Son has died for me. I can not deny the guilt, But for me His blood was spilt, And Thy grace, all sin exceeding, Lends forgiveness at His pleading. O Thou Light, with brightness filling Ev'ry true and pious soul, Into me Thy grace instilling, Make my troubled spirit whole. Deign this night to stay with me, And let me abide in Thee, That, while darkness may enthrall me, Yet no evil may befall me. Grant that I in peace may slumber, Finding sweet and quiet rest. Let no cares my soul encumber, Keep it by Thy presence blest. Mind and body, child and wife, All my goods and all my life, Friends and foes (again befriended) Be this night to Thee commended. Let no terrors overtake me, Shield me well from base attack. Let no grievous pain awake me, War and pestilence keep back. Ward off fire, water, death, All that threatens life and breath. Spare me violence, extortion And, withal, a sinner's portion. O immortal God, endue me With the gifts for which I ask. Jesus, lest some ill pursue me, Prosper me in ev'ry task. Holy Spirit, comfort, friend, On whose counsel I depend, Listen to my earnest pleading, Amen. Thou my prayer art heeding. Johann Rist, 1642. H. Brueckner, 1918. A Daily Prayer. To be spoken mornings or evenings. Dear God and Lord! I live, yet know not how long. I die, yet know not when. Thou, O Heavenly Father, knowest. Lo, dear Lord, is this hour, this day (this night) the last of my life: Thy will be done! Thou alone knowest best. As Thou wilt I am willing through the true faith in Jesus Christ, my Redeemer, to live or die. But, O God, do Thou grant me this petition, that I may not suddenly pass away in my sins, and be lost. Vouchsafe unto me true knowledge, repentance and sorrow over my passed transgressions. Set them before my sight in this life, that they may not at the last day be set before me, and I be put to shame before angels and men. Grant me sufficient time and opportunity for repentance, so that from all my heart I may know and acknowledge my transgressions, and from Thy saving word obtain forgiveness and comfort for the same. O Merciful Father, forsake me not, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. My heart and my heart's trust, O Thou Searcher of hearts, is ever known to Thee. Keep me in such trust to the life eternal. May I die, when Thou wilt, only grant me a peaceful and blessed End. Amen. Lord Jesus Christ, Thou highest good, I pray Thee, through Thy precious blood, Grant, that my final end be good. Amen. At the Beginning of the Week's Work. Rule Thou, O God the Father, who hast made us, and like all other creatures ordained us not to indolence but to work, and bless each one in his calling. Thou who rulest the universe also rule our own dear government and graciously vouchsafe to it Thy wisdom and strength. Rule Thou, O God the Son, who hast redeemed and ransomed us from sin. Take from us the burden of sin committed during the week now past, and graciously grant us Thy peace. Thou the Supreme Bishop and Archshepherd of our souls, help all servants of Thy word in this and all Thy congregations on earth to labor and bring forth much fruit unto eternal life. Rule Thou, O God the Holy Ghost, who hast sanctified us and born us again in Holy Baptism. Create in us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within us, that we carry no evils of the past into the new week, but put away all purpose and inclination of the old Adam still in us. Govern Thou our hearts with power; and if this week mark for any of us the end of life, help Thou in the last bitter hour. Fill the heart with that grace which is better than life. Teach the hands to battle and vanquish the last enemy, and grant for Christ's sake, the rest and triumph of the sabbath everlasting. Thou, the Triune and Immortal God, be and abide with us and Thy Church forever. Unto Thee be glory, laud, and honor, world without end. Amen. At the Table Grace Before Meat. The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O God, and Thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest Thine hand and satisfiest the desire of every living thing. Amen. O Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless us and these Thy gifts, which we receive from Thy loving kindness, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, And let Thy gifts to us be blest. Amen. Gracious Father, who feedest and nourishest every living creature, feed and nourish our souls and bodies that we may not abuse Thy gifts, but that we be rather quickened by the same unto the glory of Thy Name, unto all honest toil and every good work, to live and move before Thee in righteousness and innocence. Amen. 1562. Be present at our table Lord; Be here and everywhere adored. Thy people bless, and grant that we, May dwell in paradise with Thee. Amen. Heavenly Father, bless this food, To Thy glory and our good. Amen. Jesus, bless what Thou hast given, Feed our souls with bread from Heaven; Guide and lead us all the way, In all that we may do and say. Amen. Grace After Meat. O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good; for His mercy endureth forever. He giveth food to all flesh; He giveth to the beast his food; and to the young ravens which cry. The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear Him, in those that hope in His mercy. Amen. We thank Thee, Lord God, Heavenly Father, through Jesus Christ, our Lord, for all Thy benefits; who livest and reignest for ever and ever. Amen. Dearest God, for meat and drink Accept our praise. Thy Name be blessed. Amen. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy Name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits. Amen. We thank Thee, Lord, for this our food, We thank Thee more for Jesus' blood, Let manna to our souls be given, The bread of life sent down from heaven. Amen. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. For Hearth and Home Prayer of a Housefather. Gracious and Eternal God! Who Thyself in Paradise hast ordained holy matrimony, vouchsafe unto me Thy grace and help in my married life, that I may ever maintain the true Christian love and fidelity toward my spouse. Grant, that I may dwell with her, as with the weaker vessel, in kindness and harmony according to knowledge, giving honor unto her, as being heirs together of the grace of life, and guide her together with my children and servants to the true knowledge of Thy divine glory, and to modesty and honesty. Grant to them also, O Lord, that they follow Thee, and suffer themselves to be guided. Preserve us, O Thou God of Peace, from strife and dissensions, and the calumnies of the enemy, from undue suspicion, which the devil sows as a seed of perdition, and for the destruction of conjugal love and faith. Grant, that as Thy children we may suffer and forgive each other in love and charity. Give us faithful servants and keep them in good health. Bless our labor and all that contributes to the wants of the body. Enable us to bear our cross with patience, and grant that we be together again in the after-life. Amen. Prayer of a Housemother. O God Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Thou giver of all blessing and consolation, behold me, whom Thou hast placed in the estate of holy wedlock and made me the mother of this family, with the eyes of Thy mercy. Vouchsafe unto Thy handmaiden Thy grace, that I may love Thee above all things, seek Thee, and ever be diligent in Thy service. And grant that next to Thee I may honor, fear, and love my husband, and obey him with patience and kindness, in pure and modest conduct, in piety and humility well pleasing to Thee, and that the hidden life of my heart be constantly adorned with a meek and gentle disposition and every virtue, even as in former times the consecrated women, who trusted in God and continued in subjection to their husbands. Enable me to train my children and servants with meekness, to the honor and glory of Thy holy name. Give grace, that they follow me with gentleness, and grant, that I with my husband and family may satisfy the wants of this life in good health and according to Thy divine will. Protect us from harm and from enemies. Enable us so to use this world that we be not hindered in our salvation, but in all things seek Thee, O Lord, and endeavor to be well-favored in Thy sight. May we not despise the cross neither murmur against it, but bear it in patience, and thus remain in Thy keeping unto the end. May we as servants of God bring forth abundant fruitage, live holy lives in this world, and attain to the everlasting inheritance in the world to come. Amen. Prayer of a Child. Almighty and Eternal God! Thou hast commanded me to honor my parents, and in all things, which are not contrary to Thy word, to obey them. I beseech Thee, for the sake of the obedience of Thy dear Son, Jesus Christ, my Lord, grant unto me, that I may duly honor my father and mother, serve them, obey, love, and esteem them, so that their blessing may dwell with me to the end of my days. Keep me from sin and evil communications, that I may not anger or grieve my dear parents with hatred, sadness, scornfulness, disobedience, or obstinacy, and thus bring upon myself on this earth already their and Thy curse, and in the after-life Thy eternal wrath. And since I have sinned many times through weakness, I beseech Thee, work in me sorrow and true repentance, through Jesus Christ, my Savior, who gave to me the example of true obedience. Grant, that according to His example I may ever grow, and increase in wisdom, stature, and grace before Thee, O God, and all men. Amen. Prayer of a Youth or a Maiden. Lord, Almighty and Holy God, who lovest a pure heart, a chaste mind, and a holy life: I pray Thee, create in me also a clean heart, and renew a right spirit within me, so that I may serve Thee with sincere faith and true fear, and love Thee with all my strength. And keep me from all impure communications. Subdue the evil lusts in my heart, and extinguish the fires of fleshly desire. Preserve me from unchaste and dissolute associations, from rioting and drunkenness, which lead to excess. May all filthiness, and foolish talking, unbecoming a Christian, be ever foreign to my life. Keep me from arrogant pomp, or idleness and lounging, from the snares and nets of the devil. Grant, that I may serve Thee with a pure soul and an undefiled body in true faith, as did pious and chaste Joseph in Egypt, and graciously take me into Thy safekeeping against all temptations and seductions of life, for the sake of Jesus Christ, Thy dear Son. Amen. Prayer of a Servant. Merciful God, Who through the precious suffering and death of Thy dear Son, Jesus Christ, hast redeemed and made me free from eternal servitude, from the power of sin, from the dominion of darkness, from the cruel tyranny of the devil, and the mastery of death and hell: I beseech Thee, grant me grace, so that in my present station and calling, in which Thou hast placed me on earth according to Thy good pleasure, I may not be dissatisfied, nor murmur impatiently against Thy ordinance, nor yet envy others in their more exalted stations, but help me to do such Thy will from the heart, with good will, ever thinking that I serve Thee, O God in Heaven, and not men. Help Thou, dear Father, that I serve Thee, the supreme Lord of heaven and earth, in true knowledge and upright fear, love Thee above all things, put all my hope and salvation in Thee, and continue in Thy commandments without blame. May I also be subject to my masters and mistresses according to the flesh, not only to the good and gentle, but also to the froward, and patiently obey them in everything that is not contrary to Thy pleasure, with fear and singleness of heart, as unto Christ my Lord, not with eye-service, as man pleaser, but from the depths of my heart and for the sake of Thy will and commandment. Grant me grace that I may be found faithful in all things committed and entrusted to my care, not neglect nor bring them to naught, suffer no harm to come through carelessness on my part; also that I may not covet nor fraudulently appropriate to my own use the possessions of another entrusted to my care. Preserve my health, strengthen my limbs and all the powers of my body. Endow me with wisdom and understanding, that I may perform the labor of my masters and mistresses, with Thy help improve their living. May they be blessed through my industry; and all that I do and perform, may it redound to Thy divine glory and a blessed exercise of my faith. For Christ, Thy dear Son's sake, who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, world without end. Amen. Prayer of a School Child for the Holy Spirit. O my dear Lord, Jesus Christ, I thank Thee, that to the present day, Thou ordainest church and school ordinances and regulations, and hast given unto my parents and me grace, that I too may be thus trained. I beseech Thee, fill me with Thy Holy Spirit, that I may ever obey my dear parents and teachers, who only seek my welfare. Give unto me a docile heart, that I may learn my catechism, noble arts and language, and thus increase in godliness, wisdom, understanding, and every virtue. O my dear Lord Jesus Christ, create in me a pure, chaste, and modest heart. May I ever serve Thee in upright faith and true fear, and love Thee from all my heart. Subdue in me all evil lusts. Endow me with Thy Holy Spirit. Help me to continue in true humility. Grant me an obedient heart, to honor my parents according to Thy commandment, and neither anger nor grieve them. May they live long on this earth, and protect Thou and preserve them from disease, evil, and harm. Be gracious unto us and merciful. Bless us in body and soul, now and forevermore. Amen. Prayer During a Thunder Storm. Most Mighty God! All the powers of the earth shall honor Thy holy name, and worship Thee, Eternal Father, in the beauty of holiness. For Thou art the Lord, who reigneth over all. Thou showest Thy might and power throughout the universe. The voice of the Lord is upon the waters. The Lord of glory thundereth. The Lord is upon many waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful and full of majesty. The earth shook and trembled. The foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken. There went up smoke out of Thy nostrils, and fire out of Thy mouth devoured: coals are kindled by it. Thy pavilion round about Thee are dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. The Lord thundereth in the heavens, and the Highest gave His voice. All things are subject to Thee. All things acknowledge Thee as their maker, and tremble before Thy divine majesty. The mountains and the depths of the abyss are sore vexed when Thou art wroth, the earth trembleth, and the sea and the waters flee because of Thy wrath. The voice of the Lord divideth the flames of fire. The voice of the Lord shaketh the wilderness. The Lord is king forever. The Lord will give strength unto His people. The Lord will bless His people with peace. O merciful God, preserve us from Thy wrath, which is beyond endurance! Forgive us our sins! Make Thy face shine upon us! Cause this grievous tempest to pass by without harm to us! Protect us in body and soul, our house and home. Keep the fruits of the fields from hail and storm, from great inundation by water and all harm. O Holy God, preserve us from an evil death, and protect us, that no disaster befall us. Amen. Thanksgiving After a Thunderstorm. Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, who has said, Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me; we praise and thank Thee most heartily. For Thou hast graciously heard our prayer and hast made this storm to pass that no harm befell us in life and property. Thus hast Thou again revealed to us Thy fatherly compassion, and that Thou wouldest not deal with us after our sins, neither reward us according to our iniquities. Grant us, O Merciful Father, for the sake of Thy only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, that we may take heed of Thy earnest and fatherly admonitions, improve our lives, and live in the fear of Thee. May we constantly prepare and make ready ourselves for the coming of Thy dear Son, when the elements shall melt with fervent heat, and the earth also, and the works thereof, shall be burned up, and may we meet Him with rejoicing and enter the new heaven, wherein dwelleth righteousness, and forever be with Thee; through the same, Thy dear Son, our Master and Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Amen. Prayer on the Eve of a Journey. Almighty and Gracious God and Father, Thou protector of all that trust in Thee from their hearts! In Thy name will I proceed and undertake this journey. For Thou art my God and preservest my going out and my coming in. Thou leadest my feet in right paths and wilt not suffer them to be moved. I heartily beseech Thee to be my gracious guide and companion on this present journey. Send Thy holy angels, and command them, in all my wanderings, to keep me from all evil in body and soul. Lead me on the paths of the righteous and bring me safely to my destination, that I may laud and magnify Thee, here in time and in eternity forever. And now, O Lord God and Father, into Thy hands do I commit my body and soul and all that I possess. Thy holy angel be my safe guard. Amen. Prayer During a Journey. Almighty and Most Merciful God! We are always in Thy sight wherever we be. Thou preservest our coming in and our going out, and leadest us on the right paths that we slip not. I pray Thee, that as Thou didst lead Thy servant Abraham from the land of the Chaldees and kept him unharmed in his pilgrimage, and didst say to his grandson Jacob when he journeyed to Mesopotamia, I am with thee, and will bring thee again into this land; and as Thou also didst lead the Children of Israel through the Red Sea and through the desert, and didst go before them, by day in a pillar of a cloud and night in a pillar of fire: thus wouldst Thou also be with me on my wandering, protect me on land and sea, by day and by night, and keep me from all harm and danger. And when my business is completed bring me home again in full health of body and soul. And as Thou didst accompany youthful Tobias through Thy angel Raphael, likewise do Thou accompany me in all my ways, so that when I, too, have happily returned to my home, I with all mine own may have the greater reason to laud and praise Thee as my true and faithful guide. Meanwhile I commend to Thy care all that I leave at home, and beseech Thee to have charge concerning them, and suffer me to find them unharmed when I return. Amen. Prayer of Children for Their Father Engaged on a Journey. O Eternal Son of God, Thou Savior of all who call upon Thee in faith! We Thy children, baptized into Thy blood, consecrated by Thy Spirit a royal priesthood, and ordained Thy brethren and co-heirs with Thee in grace, call upon Thee with innocent tongues, and earnestly pray Thee, graciously to safeguard our dear father now journeying over land for the sake of his calling and to gain the means of livelihood. Help him to discharge his duties with favor and despatch, and return him to us in health and joy, as Thou through Thy angels didst preserve and guide Thy servant Jacob on his journeys, for Thou art the faithful guide and companion of all who fear Thee and trust in Thy mercy. Amen. Thanksgiving After a Completed Journey. Gracious God and Father! Most heartily do I thank Thee that Thou hast enabled me to bring my journey to a happy end. Through the ministrations of Thy dear angels Thou hast again brought me to my home, guarded and kept me from all evil, preserved me from the murderous and robbing hands of evildoers, and the teeth of wild beasts, and kept me from all other dangers of body and soul. In short, that I have been led to and fro in health and happiness: I owe it altogether to Thy fatherly goodness and almighty care. And I beseech Thee from all my heart, continue to keep me and mine under Thy protection, and preserve us, body and soul, to the eternal life, for Jesus' sake. Amen. A Birthday Prayer. Dear Father in heaven, I thank Thee from all my heart, that Thou hast put me into this world and made me a rational being. I am born of Christian parents and made a member of Thy holy Church. Today the anniversary of my birth hath come, and since I have been permitted to reach this day and thus complete another year of my pilgrimage, I thank Thee from all my heart and joyfully reiterate the thanksgiving of Thy servant David, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with loving kindness and tender mercies." Since every day of my life, however, is one step nearer to death, which can strike me this hour, yes, this very minute, I beseech Thee so to shape and rule every day of my life, that I may walk according to Thy pleasure as in the day, that is circumspectly in Thy sight, honestly, and conscious of my responsibility, in short as a true Christian and in conformity with the promise made by me to Thee, my dear God, in my baptism. And if this prove my last year and my last birthday, I place all things into Thy gracious keeping. If it is Thy will that I should cease to live, then I have lived enough. For if it is sufficient for Thee, it is sufficient for me. Am I old enough for Thee, I am old enough for me. Here I again put myself under Thy shield and protection, into Thy sublime and eternal power. If I live this year, may I live in Thee; if I die, may I die in Thee, so that I may live, and move, and have my being in Thee, and whether living or dying I may be Thine to all eternity. Amen. Prayer for Temporal Peace. Eternal God, Everlasting Father! Thou art a God and lover of peace. From Thee all true unity cometh. We pray Thee graciously to protect Thy Christendom on earth against all its enemies, so that we may be kept in peace, and ever serve Thee gladly in faithful doctrine and a pure conduct. Grant us grace, so that all estates and rulers of Christendom may live peacefully and harmoniously in perfect piety and godliness, so that discipline and order prevail, churches and schools be not destroyed, and the country be not devastated nor grievously oppressed. Grant us grace, so that men will content themselves with what they have, and will not for the sake of avarice or lusting after foreign lands and peoples, nor yet because of pride, vain ambitions, and arrogance, enmity, hatred, envy, nor any other cause, incite war, sedition, or revolution in this our country. Hinder all evil counsel and purpose of unstable men, who think only of that which is not good. Put them to naught in their purposes, so that they must retreat and are utterly consumed with terrors. Stretch forth Thine arm to protect us who are named after Thee, so that Thy heritage be not destroyed. Support Thy faithful who rely upon Thee and call upon Thy name. Hear us in our distress, and Thy holy name protect us. Send us help from Thy sanctuary, and strengthen us from on high. Bless the country and the cities in which Thy holy word dwelleth. Prosperity must dwell within their palaces! O merciful God, incline the hearts of all men to a Christian peace and concord, to the which Thou hast called us through Thy word and gospel. And if bitterness prevail among some, help that it be done away with, to the glory of Thy holy name, the spreading of Thy word, and the betterment of Christendom, and that the poor and distressed in the land may rejoice in Thee and praise Thy holy name, for Thou only performest wonders and provest Thy powers among the nations. Amen. A Prayer for School. We pray Thee, everlasting God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Thou eternal and inseparable Trinity and inexpressible Unity, that Thou wouldest faithfully take under Thy protecting wing the flock of Thy Christendom, and ever abide in our midst with Thy grace and truth. Be Thou with us, O Lord, our God. Be Thou a wall of fire round about us, and destroy them who hate Thee and are hostile to Thy name. So rule us, O God, that we may ever be guided by Thy clear and pure word and are not seduced by the external appearance of things. Keep us, Lord Jesus, from error and false doctrine, and send us faithful teachers who take heed unto Thy congregation, purchased with Thy blood, and are anxious to perform Thy will. Grant us obedient hearts, so that we, as lambs of Thy flock, may obey Thy voice, and be filled with fruits of righteousness. Teach us ever to do Thy will, for Thou art our God: Thy spirit is good. Lead us into the land of uprightness, to the end that we, too, through a blessed departure from this life may attain to Thee and the everlasting joy and blessedness, and behold Thy glory to all eternity. Amen. Church Prayers Prayer When Going to Church. Almighty God, Heavenly Father, because of Thy great mercy I will go to Thy house and worship Thee in Thy temple in Thy fear. Lord, lead me in the paths of righteousness, and make Thy way straight before my face. Guide me on the paths of Thy commandments, for Thou art my God, and the Lord of my salvation. I delight in Thy sanctuary and rejoice in the congregation of Thy saints, who confess and glorify Thee. How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord. O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker. For He is our God; and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand. Magnify the Lord our God, adore at His footstool; for He is holy. I worship Thee, O God, in the accepted time through Thy great mercy. Hear me according to Thy grace. Amen. Prayer for Sincere Repentance. Merciful and Gracious God, Thou art slow to anger and plenteous in mercy! Thou callest us daily through the gracious preaching of Thy word to devout conversion, and in Thy name causest repentance and remission of sins to be preached. And Thou showest Thy forbearance with us through Thy long suffering and inexpressible mercy, and dost not suddenly come upon sinners in the midst of their evil deeds with Thy righteous wrath and judgment to punish them, but giveth place and time for repentance, so that no one can justly charge or accuse Thee. For Thou art not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and have everlasting life. O dear God, Thou knowest the sluggishness of our flesh and the hardness of our hearts, that we through inherited sin are thus far deranged and so deeply sunk in sin, that of our own accord we can not rise or return. Therefore, for the sake of the wounds of Jesus Christ, my Lord, I beseech Thee, convert Thou me, and I am converted. For Thou art my God, and where I am converted I will truly repent. Save Thou me, O Lord, and I am saved. Help me, and I am helped. Behold, I am like an erring and lost sheep. Seek Thou Thy servant, that I forget not Thy commandments. Circumcise the foreskin of my heart. Purge me, and I shall be clean. Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence; and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. O dear God, look upon me, as Thou didst look upon Mary Magdalene, the repentant sinner, as she lay at Thy feet and wept over her transgressions; and the publican in the temple, as he smote his breast and besought Thy grace. Vouchsafe unto me sincere sorrow and contrition over my sin, and a true faith with firm confidence in Thy grace, and also worthy fruits of repentance. Let me discern the day of Thy visitation, and not despise the riches of Thy mercy, so that I may not neglect the accepted time, and the day of Thy salvation, and not fail to turn to Thee, my Lord and God. May I not postpone my repentance from one day to another, nor yet to the last hour, but rather turn to Thee this day and repent. Amen. Prayer for the Forgiveness of Sins. Merciful Father, Eternal God, my sins are grievous, many and great my transgressions, and mine iniquities are innumerable, for the imaginations of my heart are evil from my youth. O Lord, who can understand his errors? Behold, I acknowledge my transgressions: my sin is ever before me. Against Thee only have I sinned, and done evil in Thy sight: that Thou mightest be justified when Thou speakest, and be clear when Thou judgest. I beseech Thine infinite mercy, enter not into judgment with Thy servant: for in Thy sight shall no living man be justified. If Thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand? Behold, if Thou contendest with man, he can not answer Thee one of a thousand, for all our righteousness before Thee is as the filthy rag. Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Thy loving kindness: according to the multitude of Thy tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin for Thy name's sake. Lord, have mercy upon me, save my soul, for, alas! I have sinned against Thee. Remember, O Lord, Thy tender mercies and Thy loving kindnesses; for they have been ever as of old. Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to Thy mercy remember Thou me for Thy goodness' sake, O Lord. Remember that we are flesh, as the wind which bloweth and doth not return, and cease in Thy anger and wrath against us. O merciful God, I acknowledge that my virtues and my deeds can never blot out my sins, nor yet merit Thy grace. Only the innocent suffering and death of Jesus Christ, the Lamb without spot or blemish, is the true offering for our iniquities, and His blood, shed for the remission of our sins, is the cleansing and purification of our souls. In such confidence and hope I supplicate Thee: forgive Thou the transgressions of Thy people. Cover our sins. Impute not our iniquities, for Thou art merciful. Cleanse Thou me from secret fault. Let my sorrowing soul and my vexed bones again rejoice, for with Thee there is mercy and plenteous redemption. O Lord, hear the voice of my supplication, and despise not the groanings of my heart, for Christ's sake. Amen. Prayer for True Faith. Lord, Almighty God, Thou Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning, from whom every good and perfect gift cometh, I pray Thee, since all men have not faith: implant and maintain in my heart through the workings of Thy Holy Spirit the true knowledge of Thy dear Son Jesus Christ, and increase it from day to day, so that I, too, may be filled with the knowledge of Thy will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding, that I may walk worthy of Thee unto all pleasing, being faithful in every good work, and increase in such knowledge according to Thy glorious power in all patience and long suffering with joy. Grant unto me, according to the riches of Thy glory, that I may be strengthened with might by Thy Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in my heart by faith. O dear God, since no man knoweth the Son but Thou, O Father, and no man knoweth Thee, the Father, but only the same Thy Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal Thee, I pray Thee, draw Thou me unto Thee. Grant me the knowledge of salvation, which is the forgiveness of sins. Strengthen my weak faith, which is small as the mustard seed, so that it may increase, and I be rooted and grounded in Thee, and may stand steadfast and unmoveable. Gracious God, Thou hast kindled the spark of faith in my heart and has begun this good work in me, I cry to Thee, perfect it until the end, that we may ever increase in knowledge and understanding, and be sincere and without offense till the day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness, which are by Jesus Christ, unto the glory and praise of God. Preserve what Thou hast begun, that we might war a good warfare, holding faith and a good conscience, and not waver or succumb in trial and temptation and make shipwreck concerning faith. Therefore protect me, my God, that I am not led astray among the errors, schisms, and heresies of the world. Preserve me from superstitions and all false doctrine, that I may neither err nor doubt in any article of faith. And vouchsafe unto me Thy grace, that my faith be not lifeless, inactive, or without good fruits, but active and energetic, serving in love, so that I, too, may carry off the end of faith, which is the soul's salvation. Amen. Prayer Before Confession. Lord Jesus Christ, Thou my Redeemer, Thou hast given unto Thy dear Church on earth and its faithful servants the sacred office of the keys, and invested it with the promise, that whatsoever by virtue of the same they shall loose or bind on earth shall also be loosed or bound in heaven: I thank Thee, and eternally praise and glorify Thee, for such Thy gracious gift. And, since I a poor and bound sinner need this blessed key which looseth, so that I may not be kept under the bonds of the infernal jailer, I beseech Thine infinite mercy, that I may receive its comfort through my spiritual father, my pastor, and for the sake of Thy holy, precious blood and Thy innocent offering and death be loosed from all my sins. Grant me Thy Holy Spirit, so that I may grasp this holy absolution in heartfelt contrition and undoubting trust, firm resolve, brotherly love and gratitude, and inherit the eternal life. Amen. Thanksgiving After Absolution. O Blessed, Merciful, and Gracious God! I thank and praise Thee from all my heart, that through Thy servant Thou hast again forgiven me, a poor sinner, all my sins, again received me in grace, and promised me eternal life. I earnestly pray Thee, vouchsafe unto me Thy Holy Spirit, and create in me a pure heart, so that I may joyously trust that all my sins are forgiven me through Jesus Christ. As an earnest and surety of this blessed fact, I will now eat and drink the true body and blood of Thy dear Son Jesus Christ, under the bread and wine, to my soul's salvation. Grant me also, O faithful God, that henceforth I may earnestly avoid all sin and better my life. This Thou wouldest graciously grant me for Thy name's sake. Amen. A Morning Prayer for Communion Day. Arise, my soul, this is the day which the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it. Give thanks unto the gracious and merciful God for His blessings and say: Almighty and Merciful God and Father, I thank Thee from all my heart for the protection of this night, for the refreshing rest, and for the joyous morning, which Thou hast granted unto me. I praise Thee with all my soul for Thy wonderful mercy which blesses me with the forgiveness of my sins. Praised be Thy grace, which is new each morn, and which on this day also bids me to Thy house, and calls and invites me to Thy altar. O Lord, since I, too, would come to Thy Supper with the throngs which celebrate, do Thou Thyself make me ready. As Thou wouldest find a pure residence in me, do Thou cleanse and consecrate my body and soul. Guide me with Thine eye, and lead me with Thy hand to the riches of Thy mercy. Comfort me with Thy countenance, and do not forsake me. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God. And, that my sacred resolve may not be hampered, I commend to Thee my body and soul, reason, senses, and thoughts, whatever I do or leave undone, my coming in and going out, my walking, standing, sitting, and resting, my imaginations and aspirations, my faith and confession, and whatever internally or externally I may be or do. O God, preserve in me a devout spirit, and hinder whatever might disturb or hamper me. Receive me into the especial care of Thy grace, and increase in me the work that is now begun. Perfect and complete it according to Thy power and grace to Thy glory and my salvation. Keep me from evil thoughts, from idle imaginations, from all uncleanliness, so that in Thy fear I may begin a consecrated life and continue therein. May the light of my faith shine before men. May I give offense to none, but rather in Christian conduct edify the brethren and direct them to all virtue. Holy Jesus, do Thou unite with my body and soul on this day. Nourish me with Thy flesh and refresh me with Thy blood, so that my weak faith be strengthened, and receive the assurance of Thy grace, the remission of my sin, and eternal salvation. Invest me with the pure silk of Thy righteousness. Clothe me in the true wedding garment, that I may appear at Thy heavenly board a worthy guest. Now, Lord God and Father, be my help and my protection! Lord Jesus Christ be my bread, my light, and life! And Thou, O Holy Ghost, illumine and preserve me in the true sanctification, so that in that estate, into which I again am permitted to enter, I may remain for the course of my life. Let me be enveloped in Thee. Without Thee there is only grief. O dear Savior, let me ever be with Thee. Amen. Prayer Before Holy Communion. Lord Jesus Christ, Eternal Son of God, I am not worthy to open my lips and receive the most precious sacrament of Thy body and blood. For I am a sin-stained man, but Thou art the Lord whom the heavens can not encompass. How then can a human being who is but dust and ashes be worthy to receive Thy most holy body and precious blood! I well know and acknowledge that my sins are many and that for that reason I am an unworthy guest at Thy table. But I also sincerely believe and confess it with my lips that by Thy grace Thou canst render me worthy. For Thou art omnipotent and gracious. Thou only canst cleanse and make holy whatever took rise in unclean seed. Thou canst transform sinners into true and holy men, when by Thy grace Thou forgivest sin and renewest us with Thy Holy Spirit. Therefore I pray Thee, by Thy power and love grant me grace, that I may worthily approach Thy altar, and not become guilty of Thy body and blood by unworthy eating and drinking, so that I may not receive death in place of life. Grant me grace, that I may know and test myself as a poor sinner, my heart filled with sorrow over mine iniquity, and may properly discern Thy tender and noble body, and Thy holy, precious blood. May my reason, senses, and intellect be ever submissive to Thy word, and may I be earnestly resolved to better and improve my life with Thy help, so that in this precious sacrament, I may not only with my mouth receive Thy body and blood, but also in true faith accept Thee, my Savior and Redeemer, enthrone Thee in my heart, and find in Thee my life and blessedness. For Thou art the living bread which cometh down from heaven and bringeth life to men. Whoever cometh to Thee shall nevermore hunger, and he that believeth on Thee shall nevermore thirst. Whoever eateth Thy flesh and drinketh Thy blood dwelleth in Thee and Thou in him, and shall never die. O beloved Lord, my spirit and my mind yearn for Thee. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? Fill me with Thy grace. Amen. A Sigh When About to Receive the Sacred Body of Christ. Lord Jesus Christ, Thy holy body strengthen and preserve me in the true faith unto eternal life. Amen. A Sigh When About to Receive the Sacred Blood of Christ. Lord Jesus Christ, Thy holy blood strengthen and preserve me in the true faith unto eternal life. Amen. Prayer After the Holy Supper. Lord Jesus Christ, with all my heart I thank and glorify Thee, that Thou hast again cleansed me, a poor sinner, from all my sin, and as an earnest of such cleansing and forgiveness of my sin, hast nourished me with Thy body and blood, and like an unclean child, after such purification, hast received me into the fatherly arms of Thy grace and mercy, and put me pure, reproachless, and without blemish before Thy Father. I earnestly pray Thee with all my power, in addition to such blessing, grant me Thy grace through the workings of Thy Holy Ghost, so that I may sufficiently understand such blessing and grace, gratefully accept it, and glorify and praise Thee with all my heart. Grant me strength from above by Thy Holy Spirit, that I may heartily forgive my neighbor wherever he hath sinned against me, even as Thou hast fully and richly forgiven me my great and manifold transgressions, yes, entirely blotted them out and wilt never remember them. Help me to love my neighbor and gladly show him every good, as Thou hast done unto me, and hast shown me more than I can ever sufficiently thank Thee for. Praise and glory be to Thee, O faithful God, together with the Father and the Holy Ghost, world without end. Amen. Prayer for a Pious Life. O my dear Lord Jesus, illumine me today and evermore, that I may shape the course of my Christian life and direct it toward the eternal Jerusalem, my eternal home. And as Thou yearnest for me, may I also have all my delight and thirst in Thee, seek Thee early, yearn for Thee, and make of Thee, the bread of life, the companion of all my ways. Keep me, O unchangeable, everlasting God, from the inconstancy of the children of this world, that I may not fall into hypocrisy as they do, but today and always, in all my calling, prove myself constant in godliness, so that my life may decrease in vice and increase in virtue. May I always faithfully serve Thee, my Lord, disdain the worldly, be exalted in Thee, experience Thy grace and protection, and eternally thank Thee, for Christ's sake. Amen. Prayer for Faithful Teachers and Preachers. The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few; pray ye, therefore, the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers into His harvest. Merciful God, who hast commanded us through Thy only begotten Son to pray Thee for laborers in Thy harvest: I earnestly beseech Thee, grant us, Thy sheep, pastors according to Thy heart, to feed us with doctrine and wisdom. Put learned bishops, Christian pastors, pious teachers over Thy congregation, faithfully to show the true way to eternal life. Fill them plenteously with Thy Holy Spirit, so that they may fruitfully proclaim the holy and precious word of the gospel, and sincerely perfect Thy work. Grant them a courageous heart, that without fear or favor they may lift up their voices and put the adversaries to silence. Open the door for their word, that they may be blessed and go from strength to strength. May they also be shining examples for the flocks entrusted to their care. Grant me and all listeners a grateful heart, that we may communicate in all good things unto them that teach us the word, rejoice in them, forsake them not, so that we may be blessed of Thee according to Thy promise in all the works of our hands. Preserve us from hirelings, time-servers, unfaithful laborers, and hypocrites, who falsely deceive the hearts of the righteous, whom Thou hast never grieved, and fortify the hands of the wicked, that they will not turn from their evil ways. Let us never be robbed of our faithful preachers for the sake of our ingratitude, but rather look upon the glory of Thy holy name, yea, behold the Kingdom of Thine Anointed, that it may prevail among us to the end of the world. Amen. Prayer for the Kingdom of God. (Meeting of the Congregation) Gracious and Blessed God, who hast taught, and commanded us above all things and first to seek the kingdom of God and His righteousness: I pray Thee, grant us grace, that Thy holy word may be preached in all the world in all its truth and purity, and we submit our reason to the obedience of faith, and live holy lives according to it as behooves the children of God to Thy pleasing, so that Thy kingdom may come to us, and increase, and many of them, who do not yet believe in the word, be won through a Christian conduct. Help us, dear God, who are delivered from the power of darkness and are translated into the kingdom of Thy dear Son Jesus Christ, in whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sin, that we may remain in His kingdom, faithfully continue in the wholesome doctrine, and live worthily as children of light in all piety and godliness. And since the kingdom of God cometh not with outward shew, neither consists of mere words, but is power and spirit: grant us grace, that we may be born again from above through Thy saving word and Thy Holy Spirit, co-heirs of life, so that with our hearts we may dwell above where Christ sitteth, and constantly seek the inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, that fadeth not away. Enable us to be poor in the spirit and humble, and such who sorrow over their sins. Let us be anhungered and athirst, and heartily yearn after righteousness. May we ever be meek, and suffer and overcome whatsoever of persecution and tribulation may assail us, and revilings and undeserved malignings with patience and longsuffering. Keep us from all offenses, whereby Thy holy name is blasphemed and outraged, Thy kingdom hindered and weakened. Grant us grace to practice our faith in works of love and mercy, feeding, clothing, harboring, visiting, comforting the poor and distressed of this world, so that when that great day dawns we may hear the blessed and joyous voice of Thy dear Son: Come ye blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. Amen. Prayer for Missions. I pray Thee, my heavenly Father, through Jesus Christ, Thy dear Son, our Lord, have mercy upon the unbelievers, whoever and wherever they are, who still walk in darkness, and do not yet possess the light of Thy gospel. They are stricken with blindness by the evil one. Their foolish heart is darkened. They are alienated from the life that is of Thee, through their native ignorance, carried away to the dumb idols, even as they are led, and in their blindness curse and blaspheme Thy dear Son, Jesus Christ, the mercy seat. For that reason, O faithful God, take away the veil, which is upon the heart of the Jews, who stumble at the stone of stumbling and the rock of offense. Illumine their eyes that they may know the true Messiah, the Savior of the world. Gather the heathen and all unbelievers, who look upon Thy word as foolishness, into the true fold and the true assembly of Christians, the congregation of saints, so that with us and all the faithful they may honor, glorify, and worship Thee, the Father in the Son, and the Son with the Father and the Holy Ghost, ever one God and Lord. Open the understanding of all men, who do not put their salvation and their confidence solely and alone on the true fundament and cornerstone, even Jesus Christ, so that they know Him, whom Thou hast sent, and in the true faith and a sincere trust of their hearts may acknowledge and accept Him as their Savior and Redeemer, who through His obedience and fulfillment of the law, and through His bitter death, hath merited an eternal salvation. We pray Thee also, to return to the truth of Thy word all of them who have defected from the Christian faith, or err in sundry other things and are cumbered with false doctrines. Thou God of grace, have mercy upon those, who are not of the true faith, who dwell in the shadow of death, and in the darkness of their minds walk on uneven paths. Seek the lost, lead aright the erring, illumine the blinded and infatuated, open the ears of the deaf, unloose the tongues of the dumb, who do not confess Thee, raise the fallen, bring back the corrupt, assemble the dispersed, lead aright the erring and seduced, for Thy mercy's sake. Amen. Prayer Against False Doctrines and Sects. Gracious God! Thou hast warned us, that we should beware of false prophets who come in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves. And since in these latter days, in which we now live, evil times will come, in which Satan clothes himself in the livery of heaven, and false teachers and fraudulent laborers dissemble as though they were the apostles of Christ, who have the form of godliness but deny the power thereof; and since the defection from the pure doctrine, and the man of sin, the son of perdition, who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God shall be made manifest, help us, eternal God, that we may be filled with the love for truth, and avoid the spirit of lies and all falsehoods and errors, abstain and flee from all appearance of evil, so that we may not be moved from the true faith, nor yet beguiled from our reward, but may continue steadfast by Thy word unto the end. May we never be led astray, neither through deceiving powers, signs, and miracles, nor through any temptation to unrighteousness, so that we be not tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the slight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive. Preserve Thy elect in this evil world, O God, that they may not be led into error. Shorten the days in these evil times. Destroy the Antichrist, the wicked child of perdition and temptation, through the spirit of Thy mouth. Put an end to his days through the appearance of Thy dear Son. Preserve us also from unruly spirits and schisms, from the ravenous wolves who have no mercy for the flocks, from men who speak perverse doctrines and draw the disciples to themselves, from men of corrupt minds who sow offense and bring about separation, from the tares which the enemy scatters, from thieves and murderers of the soul. Let us only hear Thy voice, and follow it from our hearts in true faith and upright obedience, so that your word may be our only rule and norm, according to which we measure all doctrine, flee the evil teaching, and all unrighteousness. Then will we, too, have boldness and be not brought to naught on that day when Jesus Christ, our Savior, shall appear. Amen. Prayer Against the Enemies of Christendom. O Lord God, why do the wicked rage without cause? and the mighty set themselves and take counsel against Thee and Thy Son, Thine Anointed? O Lord, how numerous are Thine enemies, and great the number of those who conspire against Thy word to destroy it, and put their own evil idolatry in its place and introduce false doctrines into Thy Church. They invent secret artifices and practices, to destroy the confessors of Thy word. They counsel what is evil, pregnant with calamity. They lie in wait for us like the lion seeking his prey. Thus they waylay our souls. They open wide their jaws, like a gaping sepulchre, to devour us. O Lord God, commit us not to their will, for behold, the wicked mob speaks in its heart, Thou, O Lord, hast forgotten us. Thou hast concealed Thy countenance. Arise, therefore, O Lord. Lift up Thy hand, forget not the distressed. Awaken, O Lord, why sleepest Thou! Awake, and do not quite reject us. Why dost Thou hide Thy face, and forget our misery and distress? Arise, and help us, and deliver us for Thy mercy sake, that the enemy may not injure us, nor the children of Belial harm us. Save us from the hands of aliens, whose teaching is useless, and their works evil. For they will not be guided to do good. They will not regard Thee, the Lord of hosts, nor yet the works of Thy hands. Thou wilt destroy and not build them. O Lord God Sabaoth, militate Thou against our assailants. Give victory to our Christian government, and conquer the enemies of Thy name. For victory cometh from heaven, and is not brought about by the great multitude. Thou canst as readily help through the few as through the many. Therefore destroy the arm of the wicked. Make their counsels of no account, that they can not accomplish them, but must be brought to naught with shame. They must return, who hate Thee, and seek to annihilate Thy holy word. They must be as chaff before the wind. Thy holy angel brush them aside, that they may not boast against Thee and say our hand hath done this. Therefore safeguard Thy honor among men, and help us for Thy name's sake, that it may not be desecrated and blasphemed. Amen. Prayers During Times of War Prayer During War. O Lord God, who art righteous in Thy judgment, and plenteous in mercy, whose faithfulness endureth from generation to generation, who rulest even above the din of war: may all nations learn to know that Thou alone art God, that Jesus Christ is Thy Son, and that all who truly confess Thy name are the people of Thy pasture and the sheep of Thy hand. Thou hast permitted the nations to rise up in war against each other and our own beloved country to become engulfed in its throes. O Lord God, our Father, we know that war is a punishment for sin and that we, too, have justly merited Thy punishment through our sins. Therefore we humbly confess our sins, and supplicate Thy pity and compassion, lay not our iniquities against us, but graciously forgive us our sins and shortcomings for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ. To Thy fatherly goodness and care we commend our people, and especially our soldiers and sailors now in the service of their country. They are absent from their loved ones, beset by dangers on all sides. Be Thou ever near. Keep them from all evil. O Thou, without whose consent not even a sparrow falleth to the ground and who hast numbered the very hairs of our heads, take them under the shadow of Thy wings. Give them courage and obedience, fortitude and valor in the hour of danger, and compassion and mercy in the flush of victory. Prosper their arms to the establishment of justice, peace, and truth among all peoples. Lead them safely back to their homes and their loved ones, better citizens, better Christians than before. And to Thy holy name be glory, laud, and honor, world without end. Amen. Prayer for the Army and Navy. Almighty and Eternal God, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords, who rulest and governest all things in heaven and earth: we beseech Thine infinite mercy to bless the officers and men of our army and navy. Preserve them against all dangers and temptations which may assail their lives. Help them manfully to battle against and overcome the powers of evil, the world, the devil, and the flesh. May they ever be filled with Thy Holy Spirit from on high, and in courage, manliness, and truthfulness prevail in the hour of danger and when the battle rages. May they ever look to Thee, who art the succorer of those in peril, as to their only helper, and in Thy name fight a holy fight to maintain the country's honor and keep the flag unsullied, that truth and righteousness may prevail. Put to naught all evil designs and devices of their enemies, both spiritual and temporal. Guide Thou and direct them that they may ever fight the good fight of faith and in the end overcome and attain to their soul's salvation, to the glory of Thy holy Name; through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Prayer on the Eve of Battle. O Lord God of hosts, Thou the Highest of the high and the Holiest of the holy, who rulest and shapest all things to the glory of Thy name and the betterment of Thy people: we humbly beseech Thine infinite mercy in this hour of our peril, judge Thou between us and our enemies. Be Thou our sure defense. Stir up Thy might and hasten to our help. Lay not our sins to our charge, but for the sake of Thy dear Son, our only Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, manifest Thy mercy toward us and blot out our iniquities, and sanctify and guide us by Thy truth. We Thy poor servants call upon Thy holy name, and implore Thy grace. Have mercy upon us. Lead us safely through the blood and carnage. Make it appear that Thou art our deliverer. Make us strong with the assurance that it is Thy cause, that we are Thy children, that Thou holdest our destiny in Thy hand. And if it is Thy will that we should lay down our lives--Thy will be done! Help us then that our last day on this earth may be the first in Thy paradise. Bless our loved ones at home, and comfort them with the hopeful assurances of Thy word. May they and all of us rightfully know and appreciate, whether we live, we live unto the Lord. And whether we die, we die unto the Lord. Therefore whether we live or die we are the Lord's. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. Prayer for the Wounded. Lord God, our Heavenly Father! We implore Thy eternal compassion for all who are this day wounded, suffering, or dying. Be Thou nigh unto them in their affliction. Comfort them with Thy grace and with the hopeful assurance, that, though kindred and friends be far away, Thou art ever present and hearest even the faintest sight of all who seek Thy succor. If it be Thy pleasure, restore to them their former health and vigor. Help them to bear their pains without murmuring against Thy grace. Give them patience and strength and faith in Thee. May they rest assured, that Thou wilt never leave nor forsake them. Deliver them from the assaults of the enemies of their souls. O God and Father in heaven, bless them and all of us, and may we ever seek those things that are acceptable to Thy sight. Forgive us our sins, not because of any merit or worthiness in us, but solely because Thou art merciful for Christ's sake. And to Thee, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, be glory and honor forever. Amen. Prayers for the Dying. (St. Paul's Prayer) "The time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: not to me only, but to all of them also that love His appearing." 2 Tim. 4:6-8. * * * O Lord, on Thy cross Thou didst cry, "Father, into Thy hands I commend My Spirit!" I, too, commend my spirit into Thy hands now when my end is near. Thou hast redeemed me, O faithful God. Amen. * * * Lord Almighty God, Heavenly Father! My time has come to an end, my life is slowly ebbing away. Be Thou with me. O Lord, I suffer much and Thou only canst help me. Be Thou my succor, and shorten and soften my pain. Darkness comes over me and I cry for comfort and strength. Have mercy upon me. Take my soul under Thy protecting wing, that I perish not. Take my sins from me, and blot all my guilt; for Christ's sake, my Savior and my Lord. Amen. Abide with me! fast falls the eventide. The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! Prayers for the Sick and Dying Prayer of a Patient. Lord God, Heavenly Father! Thou art a faithful God, and wilt not suffer any one to be tempted beyond what he is able, but rather with the temptation wilt also make a way to escape, that he may be able to bear it. I supplicate Thee in my great suffering and pain, so shape the cross, that it may not lay too heavily upon me, and strengthen me that I may bear it with patience, and nevermore despair of Thy mercy. O Christ, Thou Son of the living God! Thou hast endured the agony of the cross for me, and hast died for my sins, I beseech Thee with my whole heart, have mercy upon me a poor sinner, and forgive me my transgressions, wherever I have sinned against Thee. Let my faith in no wise diminish. O God Holy Ghost! Thou true comforter in all times of need. Keep me ever in the spirit of patience and supplication. Sanctify me in my reliance upon Thee. Turn not from me in the hour of my death, and lead me from this vale of sorrow to Thyself in heaven. Amen. Prayer for a Blessed End. O Merciful God, Thou hast put a limit to man's life, which no man can set aside. For he has his definite time, the number of his months rests with Thee. Thou hast numbered all our days, which pass away like a stream, as though we flew away. Man is like grass, which soon withereth, like the flower of the field, which passeth away. Teach me, O merciful God, to know and take to heart, that I, too, must pass away and that my life has a limit, and I must go hence. Behold, my days are as a handbreadth before Thee, and my life as nothing in Thy sight. Every man at his best is altogether vanity. Lord, so teach us to number our days, what it is, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Lord, teach me to remember that I must die, and have no continuing city in this pilgrimage. Make known unto me my short and transient being, that I may often think of my end, so that in this world I may not live unto myself, but live and die unto Thee, so that I may bravely and joyously await the day of my translation and the appearance of Thy dear Son, Jesus Christ, and with a consecrated life and a pious conduct hasten to Him. Bless me, O God, with a blessed departure, and when my hour cometh, that I may joyously die, find a rational end in true knowledge, and that my reason and intellect be not deranged, and I speak no arrogant words or blasphemies against Thee, my Lord, or against my salvation. Preserve me from an evil sudden death and from eternal damnation. Let me not be suddenly overcome by my last hour without warning, but that I may prepare myself with true repentance and sincere faith. And when it comes make me joyous and brave for my temporal death, which only opens the door to the eternal life. May I then, as Thy servant, depart in peace. For mine eyes have seen Thy salvation, which Thou hast prepared before the face of all people; a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of Thy people Israel. Grant that my last word may be that which Thy dear Son spoke on the cross, "Father, into Thy hands do I commend My spirit!" And when I can no longer speak, hear Thou my last sigh through Jesus Christ. Amen. Prayer in the Hour of Death. Almighty, Everlasting, and Most Merciful Lord and God! Thou art the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, and I know that Thou art willing and able to fulfill whatsoever Thou hast said. Thou canst not lie. Thy word is truth. Thou hast from the beginning promised me Thy dear Son Jesus Christ. And He is come, and has redeemed me from the devil, death, hell, and sin. And in Thy gracious providence Thou hast for a greater surety established the sacraments of Holy Baptism and Holy Communion in which His true natural body and blood are given me in, with, and under the bread and wine, thus offering and assuring me of the forgiveness of sins, eternal life, and every heavenly gift. And because of this Thy assurance I have made use of these means of grace, and firmly relying upon Thy word have received them. And now I do not doubt but that I am secure from the power of the devil, death, hell, and sin. And if now my hour hath come, and this is Thy divine will, I will gladly and willingly depart hence and be with Thee in peace. Amen. Prayer of the Bystanders for the Sick One. Almighty, Merciful God, who keepest our life in death, we pray Thee, turn the eyes of Thy mercy to this sick person, strengthen him in body and soul, and forgive him all his sins through Thy grace. Take the sacrifice of the innocent death of Jesus Christ, Thy dear Son, as a propitiation for his transgressions, since he, too, is baptized in His name, washed and cleansed with His blood. Save him from the pains and agonies of his body. Shorten his sufferings. Keep him from the accusations of his conscience and all temptations of the enemy, so that in faith he may truly battle and conquer. Grant him a blessed translation to the eternal life. Send Thy holy angels, that they accompany him to the blessed company of all the elect in Christ Jesus, our Lord. Amen. Prayer When the Patient Has Died in the Lord. Jesus Christ, Thou Lord of glory and Prince of life, we glorify and thank Thee now and always, that Thou hast so mercifully helped this now blessed one, and hast taken his soul into Thy holy keeping. And when the last day cometh Thou wouldest reunite his soul with his body in heavenly radiance, and grant us altogether, when the divinely appointed hour cometh, to follow him in blessedness. Meanwhile grant us a Christian conduct, refresh all sorrowing hearts with heavenly solace. Keep us in Thy eternal grace, for the sake of Thy inexhaustible mercy and goodness. Amen. O Thou most holy, most glorious Trinity. Amen. Hymns Du Volk, das du getaufet bist. Ye baptized people, one and all, Who know your God in heaven, Who have received a holy call, To whom Christ's name is given, Do not forget, but ponder well, The gifts that now within you dwell, The blessings of baptism. This washing cleanseth us from sin And lends a sacred beauty, It makes us white and pure within, Incites to love and duty, From Satan's prison sets us free, Enables us the sons to be And heirs of God, our Father. Our sinful nature is renewed, The curse of God is lifted; By choicest blessings thus endued And with the Spirit gifted, We unto sin are pledged to die And by the pow'r of God on high The gates of hell can conquer. Here we with Jesus Christ are clad, His righteousness receiving, Which covers what in us is bad, Our rescue thus achieving; His holy blood, for sinners spilt, Releases us from sin and guilt, And we with God find favor. O wondrous work, O sacred bath, O water thou of blessing, The world nowhere thy equal hath, Such healing grace possessing. Thou hast indeed a pow'r divine, According to God's own design, And with His word connected. Thou art no water such as we Can draw from well or river. In thee the life of God we see, Who is of grace the Giver. His Holy Spirit in thee dwells, Who ev'ry evil lust dispels That in our hearts would linger. O Christians, bear this well in mind, And thank the Lord sincerely For all the gifts that here you find, And that you prize so dearly. When nothing else can soothe the soul, These gifts lend comfort till the goal Of life on earth appeareth. Use well the things you have in store, That are for you intended, And, cleansed by Jesus, sin no more Until life's course is ended, When you, in yonder happy land, Before God's radiant throne shall stand, In heaven's festal garments. Paul Gerhardt, 1667. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Ich bin getauft auf deinen Namen. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, I am baptized in Thy name; In the seed Thou dost inherit, With the people Thou dost claim, I am reckoned: And for me the Savior came. Thou receivest me, O Father, As a child and heir of Thine; Jesus, Thou who diedst, yea, rather Ever livest, Thou art mine Thou, O Spirit, Art my Guide, my Light divine. I have pledged, and would not falter, Truth, obedience, love to Thee; I have vows upon Thine alter Ever Thine alone to be, And for ever Sin and all its lusts to flee. Gracious God, all Thou hast spoken In this covenant shall take place; But if I, alas! have broken These my vows, hide not Thy face; And from falling O restore me by Thy grace. Lord, to Thee I now surrender All I have, and all I am; Make my heart more true and tender, Glorify in me Thy Name, Let obedience To Thy will be all my aim. Help me in this high endeavor, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Bind my heart to Thee for ever, Till I join the heavenly host. Living, dying, Let me make in Thee my boast. Johann Jacob Rambach, 1734. Tr. Chas. William Schaeffer, 1860. Wir danken dir, o Jesu Christ. We thank Thee, Jesus Christ, our Lord, For all the help Thou dost afford. Thou art the Lamb for sinners slain, And this is our eternal gain. Thy holy supper doth prepare For us a precious fountain where Salvation flows for ev'ry soul, To make the wounded spirit whole. This covenant Thou, Lord, didst make: "Receive my body and partake Of mine own blood which flowed for thee, That thou a ransomed soul mightst be." I eat Thy body, which for me Was made to die upon the tree, I drink Thy blood and thus receive Life for my soul, as I believe. And though I die, yet shall I live; Thy body and Thy blood will give To me eternal life above, The fruit of Thy redeeming love. Let me be numbered with the blest, Who on Thy loving bosom rest, Thy worthy guest, to sup with Thee And praise Thy name eternally. Nicolaus Selnecker, 1572. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Aus tiefer Not schrei ich zu dir. Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord, hear me, I implore Thee! Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, Let my prayer come before Thee! If Thou remember each misdeed, If each should have its rightful meed, Who may abide Thy presence. Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love And grace alone avail us. Our works could ne'er our guilt remove, The strictest life must fail us. That none may boast himself of aught, But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought What in him seemeth righteous. And thus my hope is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; I rest upon His faithful word To them of contrite spirit. That He is merciful and just,-- Here is my comfort and my trust, His help I wait with patience. And though it tarry till the night, And round till morning waken, My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, Nor count itself forsaken. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth. Our kind and faithful Shepherd, He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Martin Luther, 1524. Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1862. Eines wuensch ich mir vor allem andern. One thing I above all others cherish, For one thing I long and pray. Though in sorrow's vale fond hopes may perish, This will prove my staff and stay: To behold the Man who, deeply sighing And upon earth's bosom prostrate lying, Drank the bitter cup of woe Since the Father willed it so. Ever shall my soul retain the vision Of that Lamb, for sinners slain, Pale and wounded, held in deep derision, Hanging on the wood of pain, Wrestling there in thirst and mortal anguish, Lest my soul eternally should languish, Being mindful, too, of me When He died the world to free. O Lord Jesus, keep me mindful ever Of my guilt and of Thy grace. Be it Thou all bonds of sin dost sever And all blots of guilt efface. Thou of night the brightest daylight makest, And Thy lamb into Thy bosom takest, As the Shepherd good and fair, Nursing it with tender care. I am Thine! Wilt Thou reply by saying, "Thou forever shalt be mine!" Cause Thy precious name, all fears allaying, Brightly in my heart to shine! Be with Thee all things begun and ended, Who from earth to heaven hast ascended. Yea, this shall, till life is spent, Be our law and testament. Albert Knapp, 1829 (1823). Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Meine Seel, ermuntre dich. Come, my soul, again inquire If the love of Christ constrain thee. To His cross again retire; See Him give Himself to gain thee. Search His faithfulness and try Him, Glad in Him and gladdened by Him. See Him there, God's only Son On the tree for thee suspended, Crowned with thorns, by grief undone, Crimson stains with crimson blended, Pierced for thee, transfixed, forsaken: Deathless love by death o'ertaken. Thou, yea thou hadst known the rod, Endless pain thy sole possession; Thou hadst been cast off by God For thy multiplied transgression; But the Lord thy cause defended; By His grace thou art befriended. When in mighty woe He died Vengeance ceased and wrath abated; Sinai was satisfied; All things old were new-created; Sin and death and hell were thwarted; Life and health and heaven imparted. Jesus, grace sufficient give That this mind be ever in me:-- Thine I am; to Thee would live; Naught from Thee shall ever win me. Thou wilt not forsake nor leave me; Let me, Lord, in love receive Thee. Johann Caspar Schade, 1692. Tr. A. Ramsey. So nimm denn meine Haende. Take, then, my hands, O Father, And lead Thou me Until my journey endeth, Eternally. Alone I will not wander One single day. Be Thou my true Companion And with me stay. O cover with Thy mercy My poor, weak heart! Let ev'ry thought rebellious From me depart. Permit Thy child to linger Here at Thy feet And blindly trust Thy goodness With faith complete. Though naught of Thy great power May move my soul, With Thee through night and darkness I reach the goal. Take, then, my hands, O Father, And lead Thou me Until my journey endeth, Eternally. Julie von Haussmann. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1916. Jesu, geh voran. Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won; And although the way be cheerless, We will follow, calm and fearless, Guide us by Thy hand To our fatherland. If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us; For through many a foe To our home we go. When we seek relief From a long-felt grief, When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring; Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more. Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, console, protect us, Till we safely stand In our fatherland. Nicolaus Ludwig v. Zinzendorf, 1721. Tr. Jane Borthwick, 1846. a. Befiehl du deine Wege. Commit thy ways and faring With all that grieves thy soul, To His e'er faithful caring Who doth the heavens control; Who giving course and highway To clouds and winds and breeze, Will find for thee a byway Where thou canst fare at ease. But thou must trust Him wholly To make thy welfare sure; And look to His work solely To have thy works endure. God lets none snatch a blessing By fretful grief and care Nor one's own self-distressing; It must be got by prayer. Thy faithfulness unfailing, O Father, and Thy grace Mark good or ill prevailing Amongst this mortal race; Then what Thou wilt decreeing And pressing on with ease, Thou bring'st to pass and being Whate'er Thy counsels please. All ways do Thine possessing, Thou lack'st not means nor might. Thy deed is purest blessing, Thy path serenest light. And none Thy work can hinder, Nor can Thy labors rest Whenever Thou wouldst render Thy children what is best. Though devils all endeavor, And fain would work defeat, Beyond all doubt soever The Lord will not retreat. Whatever He proposes, Whate'er He takes in hand, Whene'er His set time closes Will come to pass as planned. Hope on, poor soul, and bravely; Hope on, no more perplexed. God from those deeps will save thee Where thou by griefs art vexed. With grace will He secure thee; But wait His time as thine, And thou wilt see most surely The sun of gladness shine. Up! Up! Away with grieving. Bid anxious fret begone, Thy heart its sadness leaving, Its woes ne'er dwelt upon. Though thou, who dost not govern, Canst naught at all compel, God sits enthroned and sov'reign And doeth all things well. Let Him, a Ruler knowing, Arrange for thee, and do. Thou'lt see with wonder growing How He will bring thee through; And how, by means most seemly, By counsels wondrous deep, He bears Himself supremely In works which thou dost weep. True, He awhile will tarry, His comforting delayed, And seem Himself to carry As minded not to aid; May seem to turn Him from thee, Nor e'en, though o'er and o'er Thy cares and griefs o'ercome thee To ask about thee more. But though thou seem neglected, And yet believing be, When least by thee expected Will He deliver thee. Thy heart will He deliver From all its burd'ning woe Which thou, unharmed however, Hast carried hitherto. And well with thee thereafter, Child of the Faithful, found Midst praise and thanks and laughter, A conqueror, and crowned. The palms in hand before him, Which God Himself bestows, With glad songs thou'lt adore Him Who turned aside thy woes. Make end, O Lord, good ending To all our woes ere long. With strength on us attending, Our hands and feet make strong. Thy faithful care bestowing, Till death, our ways attend; Then surely, heavenward going Our ways in heaven will end. Paul Gerhardt, 1656. Tr. A. Ramsey, 1916. Alle Menschen muessen sterben. Man is but a transient being And a pilgrim here below, Like a shadow, swiftly fleeing, Like the days that come and go. He must pass through death's dark portal, To obtain that life immortal Which on yonder blissful shore Blooms in glory evermore. So I willingly surrender To the Lord my fleeting breath, Knowing that His love so tender Will allay all fear of death. In His wounds there is redemption And His death assures exemption From the punishment of sin And the sense of guilt within. Jesus died upon the mountain, There His precious blood was spilt. Now an ever flowing fountain Cleanseth me from all my guilt. Hence my soul, endowed with pinions, Leaves for heaven's fair dominions, There in blissful joy to see God, the holy Trinity. In those fair celestial regions All is life and peace and joy. Souls are there in countless legions, Happy in the Lord's employ. There bright Seraphim are dwelling, Who, in majesty excelling, Praise with heaven's mighty host Father, Son and Holy Ghost There the patriarchs are living, There the prophets all abide. There, to Jesus homage giving, His apostles, too, reside. There the Lord's whole congregation Has a place of habitation. There, to honor God, their King, All their hallelujahs sing. O thou city of the sainted, Heavenly Jerusalem! How thy beauty is untainted, Sparkling like a precious gem! What soft music there is sounding, What sweet joys are there abounding! Night shall never follow day, But the sun shall reign for aye. Ah, mine eyes have seen the glory Of that city fair and high, And mine ears have heard the story Of those mansions in the sky. Now the pure white robe of heaven And a crown to me are given, Now that light of joy is mine Which shall never cease to shine. John G. Albinus, 1652. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918. Jerusalem, du hochgebaute Stadt. Jerusalem, thou city built on high, Would God I were in thee! My eager spirit hath so yearned to fly And bides no more with me. O'er hill and valley mounting High, high o'er fields and wastes, O'er all, all worthless counting, Afar from earth it hastes. O lovely day, O hour more lovely still, When wilt thou be revealed, When blissfully, my voice with joy athrill, My soul to God I yield, His pledge ordained, unfailing In His all-faithful hand, That haven waits my hailing In yonder Fatherland? 'Twill mount in e'en the twinkling of an eye Beyond the firmament, So wondrously, so gently laying by Its outworn earthly tent; Midst chariots ascending While bright angelic bands, Around it safe attending, Will bear it in their hands. All hail to thee, O glorious city, now! Lift up thy gates of grace How long the time I yearned for thee, and how, Before I reached this place From yonder life of grieving, Of vanity and strife, From God at length receiving The heritage of life. What folk is this now drawing near to me, This throng of worthies blest? These, one time of th'elect on earth, I see; The noblest crown and best Which Christ, with grace compelling, Sent me in other years When still far distant dwelling In mine own land of tears. Lo, patriarchs renowned and prophets great And gathered saintly folk, Who while on earth endured the tyrant's hate And wore the Savior's yoke! But soaring now in freedom, With honor clothed upon, Midst radiant light I see them, And shining like the sun. Then when at length I enter in a thrill That Paradise of God, My every sense with rapturous joy will fill, My mouth with praise and laud. Hosannas there ascending Make holy minstrelsy, With Alleluiahs blending For all eternity. With instruments and with a joyful noise Are choirs unnumbered singing, Till by the sound and shoutings set apoise The courts of joy are ringing. With ten ten-thousand voices And tens of thousands more, The heavenly host rejoices As ever from of yore. Johann Matthaeus Meyfart, 1626. Tr. A. Ramsey, 1916. Unter Lilien jener Freuden. Midst the lilies blooming yonder Thou shalt wander, Oh my soul, and be at home. Rise, then, as on eagle-pinions-- Thy dominions Are above where angels roam. Guide my ship, Thou First-born Brother, To no other Than that peaceful haven where, Sheltered from all storms forever, I shall never Know of sorrow, sin or care. Thou canst fill our mouths with laughter, And hereafter Make our tongues to sing Thy praise. Thou canst softly lead us mortals Through death's portals And above all evils raise. For our sins and grievous errors All the terrors Of the cross Thou didst endure. Death, thy sting for aye has vanished, Thou art banished, And I rest from thee secure. J. L. K. Allendorf, 1731. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1917. Die wir uns allhier beisammen finden. Gathered here, we join our hands, O Savior, And upon Thy death unite, Ever to be true in our behavior Unto Thee, eternal Light. And as here Thy praises, Lord, are spoken, Enter Thou into our midst in token Of Thy love so pure and true, Saying, "Peace I give to you!" C. R. Zinzendorf, 1754. Tr. H. Brueckner, 1916. Index Translator's Preface 3 Exhortation to Prayer 6 The Lord's Prayer and Benediction 7 Morning and Evening Prayers 9 Prayer for Sunday Morning 11 Prayer for Sunday Evening 14 Prayer for Monday Morning 18 Prayer for Monday Evening 21 Prayer for Tuesday Morning 25 Prayer for Tuesday Evening 29 Prayer for Wednesday Morning 32 Prayer for Wednesday Evening 35 Prayer for Thursday Morning 40 Prayer for Thursday Evening 44 Prayer for Friday Morning 47 Prayer for Friday Evening 50 Prayer for Saturday Morning 52 Prayer for Saturday Evening 59 A Daily Prayer 64 At the Beginning of the Week's Work 65 At the Table 67 Grace before Meat 69 Grace after Meat 70 For Hearth and Home 73 Prayer of a Housefather 75 Prayer of a Housemother 76 Prayer of a Child 78 Prayer of a Youth or Maiden 79 Prayer of a Servant 80 Prayer of a School Child for the Holy Spirit 82 Prayer during a Thunder Storm 83 Thanksgiving after a Thunder Storm 85 Prayer on the Eve of a Journey 86 Prayer During a Journey 87 Prayer of Children for Their Father Engaged on a Journey 89 Thanksgiving after a Completed Journey 90 A Birthday Prayer 90 Prayer for Temporal Peace 92 A Prayer for School 94 Church Prayers 97 Prayer When Going to Church 99 Prayer for Sincere Repentance 100 Prayer for Forgiveness of Sins 102 Prayer for True Faith 104 Prayer before Confession 107 Thanksgiving after Absolution 108 A Morning Prayer for Communion Day 109 Prayer before Holy Communion 112 A Sigh when about to Receive the Sacred Body of Christ 114 A Sigh when about to Receive the Sacred Blood of Christ 115 Prayer after the Holy Supper 115 Prayer for a Pious Life 116 Prayer for Faithful Teachers and Preachers 117 Prayer for the Kingdom of God 119 Prayer for Missions 122 Prayer against False Doctrines and Sects 124 Prayer against the Enemies of Christendom 126 Prayers During Times of War 129 Prayer during War 131 Prayer for the Army and Navy 132 Prayer on the Eve of Battle 134 Prayer for the Wounded 135 Prayers for the Dying 136 Prayers for the Sick and Dying 139 Prayer of a Patient 141 Prayer for a Blessed End 142 Prayer in the Hour of Death 144 Prayer of the Bystanders for the Sick One 145 Prayer when the Patient has Died in the Lord 146 Hymns 149 Abide with grace unbounded 20 Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide 138 Awake, my heart, rejoicing 27 Awake, my soul, the rising sun 42 Be present at our table Lord 70 Come, my soul, again inquire 158 Commit thy ways and faring 161 Dayspring of Eternity 34 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 153 Gathered here, we join our hands, O Savior 171 God, who madest earth and heaven 13 Heavenly Father, bless this food 70 Jerusalem, thou city built on high 167 Jesus, bless what Thou hast given 70 Jesus, still lead on 160 Man is but a transient being 165 Midst the lilies blooming yonder 170 Now God be with us, for the night is closing 31 Now in Jesus' wounds reposing 46 Now under night's dark shadow 23 O Christ, who art the sun-lit day 16 One thing I above all others cherish 157 Out of the depths I cry to Thee 155 Praise God from whom all blessings flow 71 Shepherd never sleeping 37 Soul of mine to God awaking 62 Sunk is the sun's last beam of light 52 Take, then, my hands, O Father 159 The morning sun shines in the skies 49 The sun ascending 55 We thank Thee, Jesus Christ, our Lord 154 We thank Thee, Lord, for this our food 71 Ye baptized people one and all 151 Index of Translated Hymns Ach bleib mit deiner Gnade 20 Alle Menschen mueszen sterben 165 Aus tiefer Not schrei ich zu dir 155 Befiehl du deine Wege 161 Christe, du bist der helle Tag 16 Die gueldne Sonne 55 Die helle Sonn leucht jetzt herfuer 49 Die Nacht ist kommen, drin wir ruhen sollen 31 Die wir uns allhier beisammen finden 171 Du Volk, das du getaufet bist 151 Eines wuensch ich mir vor allem andern 157 Gott des Himmels und der Erden 13 Hinunter ist der Sonnenschein 52 Hirte deiner Schafe 37 Ich bin getauft auf deinen Namen 153 Jerusalem, du hochgebaute Stadt 167 Jesu, geh voran 160 Meine Seel, ermuntre dich 158 Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit 34 Nun ruhen alle Waelder 23 Nur in Jesu Blut und Wunden 46 So nimm denn meine Haende 159 Unter Lilien jener Freuden 170 Wach auf mein Herz, die Nacht ist hin 42 Wach auf mein Herz, und singe 27 Werde munter, mein Gemuete 62 Wir danken dir, Jesu Christ 154 
23673	----	[Transcriber's Notes] I fondly remember singing from the St. Gregory hymnal in grade school. Looking down from the choir loft in the back of the church and standing five feet from the shouting organ pipes that stretched from floor to ceiling leaves a glorious impression on a ten year old! My skill in Latin consists of two years in high school over fifty years ago. I remember most of the pronunciation, but the precise meanings and poetic meter is lost on me. I have carefully compared the printed text with the transcription, but poetic structure may be incorrect. My primary goal is to provide a source for singers and musicians who love the old Latin hymns, as I do. I hope this will help spread the joy provided by these "Oldies, but goodies." All the text of the lyrics and other material have been transcribed to this document for research and indexing. If you can only remember a few words of a hymn, a simple search should find the full text. The Word and PDF version closely approximate the original page layout. The HTML version provides the original images of the pages suitable for printing and immediate use. Contrary to the usual Gutenberg guidelines, the page numbers are left to provide easy reference to the original pages. The page images are stored as 1100 X 1600 GIF files to minimize file size and preserve fidelity. On my computer a single sheet page fills an 8.5 by 11 inch sheet by setting the print scaling factor to 75%. A scaling factor of 40% produces a page the size of the original book (4.3 X 6.0 inches). Some files are both facing pages because they are read and sung using both pages. These print in the original size at 40% scaling in either portrait or landscape format. "Your results may vary." Where works span several pages, the text is rendered without interruption and all the included pages are listed at the end of the work to provide a search target. The image files are named for easy access. N145_P226.gif is the first page (226) of hymn number 145. N145_P227.gif is the second page (227) of hymn number 145. A description of the header of each item is shown in this example: Hymn number: No. 1 Occasion or ADVENT Theme: Title: Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding En clara vox Origin and Tr. Rev. E. Caswall other notes: Nicola A. Montani [End Transcriber's notes] The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book Compiled, Edited and Arranged by Nicola A. Montani A Complete Collection of approved English and Latin Hymns, Liturgical Motets and appropriate Devotional Music for the various seasons of the Liturgical Year. Particularly adapted to the requirements of Choir, Schools, Academies, Seminaries, Convents, Sodalities and Sunday Schools. SINGERS' EDITION MELODY EDITION (One line music with complete text) Publishers The St. Gregory Guild 1705 Rittenhouse St. PHILADELPHIA, PA. Copyright 1920 by Nicola A Montani British Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved Printed in U.S.A. NIHIL OBSTAT J. M. CORRIGAN Censor Librorum Philadelphia, July 7, 1920 Imprimatur + D. J. DOUGHERTY Archiepiscopus Philadelphiensis APPROVED BY THE MUSIC COMMITTEE OF THE SOCIETY OF ST. GREGORY OF AMERICA (The Society approved by the Holy See by Rescript No. 6914) Very Rev. Leo P. Manzetti; Rev. John M. Petter, S. T. B.; Rev. Simon M. Yenn; Rev. Charles J. Marshall, C. S.C. INDEX The St. Gregory Hymnal English Hymns ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF FIRST LINES A No. Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity 145 Afar Upon a Foreign Shore 107 All Glory, Laud and Honor 26 All Ye Who Seek a Comfort Sure 67 A Message from the Sacred Heart 68 Angels We have Heard on High 7 As Fades the Glowing Orb of Day 139 At the Cross Her Station Keeping 23 Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother 74 A Virgin Most Pure as the Prophets Did Tell 12 B Behold! Behold He Cometh 3 Blessed Be God 147 Blessed Francis, Holy Father 102 Blest is the Faith 123 By the First Bright Easter Day 137 By the Blood that Flowed from Thee 20 C Christ the Lord is Risen Today 31 Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come 35 Crown Him with Many Crowns 43 D Daily, Daily Sing to Mary (A) 75 Daily, Daily Sing to Mary (B) 76 Dear Angel! Ever at My Side 112 Dear Crown of All the Virgin-Choir 109 Dear Little One! How sweet Thou Art 127 F Faith of Our Fathers 121 Full of Glory, Full of Wonders 40 G Gesu Bambino 126 Glorious Patron 101 Glory Be To Jesus 72 God of Mercy and Compassion 134 Great God, Whatever Through Thy Church 128 Great Saint Joseph! Son of David 93 H Hail, All Hail, Great Queen of Heaven 78 Hail, Full of Grace and Purity 86 Hail, Glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1) 96 Hail, Glorious Saint Patrick (No. 2) 97 Hail, Holy Joseph, Hail! 95 Hail, Holy Queen Enthroned Above 83 Hail, Jesus, Hail! 71 Hail, Mary Full of Grace 149 Hail, Queen of Heaven 84 Hail, Rock of Ages 70 Hail, Thou Star of Ocean 73 Hail to Thee, True Body! 51 Hail, Virgin, Dearest Mary! 81 Happy We, Who Thus United 136 Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding 1 Hark! Hark! My Soul 111 Hark! The Herald Host is Singing 13 Hear Thy Children, Gentle Jesus 124 Hear Thy Children, Gentlest Mother 87 Heart of Jesus! Golden Chalice 62 He Who Once, in Righteous Vengeance 18 Holy God, We Praise Thy Name 39 Holy Spirit, Lord of Light 34 I If Great Wonders Thou Desirest 100 I Need Thee, Precious Jesus 41 I See My Jesus Crucified 24 J Jerusalem, My Happy Home 119 Jerusalem the Golden 118 Jesus Christ is Risen Today 27 Jesus, Creator of the World 60 Jesus, Ever-Loving Saviour 135 Jesus, Food of Angels 54 Jesus, Gentlest Saviour 49 Jesus, Jesus, Come to Me 131 Jesus, Lord, Be Thou Mine Own 44 Jesus, My Lord! Behold at Length the Time 133 Jesus, My Lord, My God, My All 53 Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee 17 Jesus, Thou Art Coming 130 Joseph, Pure Spouse of That Immortal Bride 94 L Lead us, Great Teacher Paul 99 Let the Deep Organ Swell the Lay 105 Lift Up, Ye Princes of the Sky 32 Little King, So Fair and Sweet 125 Long Live the Pope 122 Lord, for Tomorrow and Its Needs 143 Lord, Help the Souls which Thou Hast Made 113 Lord, Who at Cana's Wedding Feast 50 Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep (The Good Shepherd) 45 M Man of Sorrows, Wrapt in Grief 19 Mother of Christ 89 Mother of Mercy 77 My God, Accept My Heart this Day 132 My God, I Believe in Thee 145 My God, I Hope in Thee 145 My God, I love Thee 145 N Now at the Lamb's High Royal Feast 30 Now Let the Earth with Joy Resound 110 O O Blessed Father Sent by God 108 O Blessed Saint Joseph 92 O Come, Creator Spirit! Come 36 O Come, O Come, Emmanuel 2 O Dearest Love Divine 65 O Dear Little Children 6 O Food to Pilgrims Given 57 O God of Loveliness 38 Oh, Come and Mourn with Me Awhile 21 O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God 58 O Heart of Jesus, Purest Heart 64 O Jesus Christ, Remember 55 O Jesus, Thou the Beauty Art 15 O Lord, I am Not Worthy 129 O Most Holy One 88 O Mother! Most Afflicted 91 O Paradise! O Paradise 120 O Purest of Creatures 79 O Sacred Head Surrounded 22 O Sing a Joyous Carol 10 O Thou Pure Light of Souls that Love 33 O Turn to Jesus, Mother, Turn 115 Our Father, Who Art in Heaven 148 Out of the Depths, to Thee, O Lord 117 O'erwhelmed in Depths of Woe 25 P Praise to the Holiest in the Height 142 Praise We Our God with Joy 141 R Raise Your Voices, Vales and Mountains 90 Remember, Holy Mary 85 S Sacred Heart! In Accents Burning 66 Sacred Heart of Jesus, Fount of Love 59 Saint of the Sacred Heart 103 See, Amid the Winter's Snow 5 Seek ye a Patron to Defend? 98 Silent Night Holy Night 11 Sing my Tongue, the Saviour's Glory 52 Sleep, Holy Babe 14 Soul of My Saviour 47 Spirit of Grace and Union 37 Sweet Agnes, Holy Child 106 Sweet Saviour! Bless us ere We go 138 T The Divine Praises 147 Thee Prostrate I Adore 48 The Maid of France with Visioned Eyes 104 The Snow lay on the Ground 8 There is an Everlasting Home 69 The Very Angels' Bread 46 The Word, Descending From Above 50 This is the Image of the Queen 82 To Christ, the Prince of Peace 63 To Jesus' Heart All Burning 61 To the Name that Brings Salvation 16 U Unto Him for Whom This Day 116 W What a Sea of Tears and Sorrows 146 When Blossoms Flowered 'mid the Snows 126 When Day's Shadows Lengthen 140 When Morning Gilds the Skies 42 Whither Thus in Holy Rapture? 80 Wondrous Love that Cannot Falter 56 Why Art Thou Sorrowful? 144 Y Ye Faithful, With Gladness 4 Ye Sons and Daughters of the Lord (No. 1) 28 Ye Sons and Daughters of the Lord (No. 2) 29 Ye Souls of the Faithful 114 Latin Hymns and Motets INDEX OF FIRST LINES A No. Adeste Fideles 158 Adoramus te Christe (1) 190-A Adoramus te Christe (2) 190-B Adoramus te Panem Coelitum 232 Adoremus and Laudate (1 to 9) 243-A-J Adoro Te Devote (1) 227-A Adoro Te Devote (2) 227-B Agnus Dei (Mass. B. V. M.) 269 Agnus Dei -- Mass of the Angels 275 Alleluia 194-D-H Alma Redemptoris Mater 202 Alma Redemptoris Mater 277 "Amen dico tibi; hodie mecum" 184 Asperges Me 257 Ave Maria (1) 200-A Ave Maria (2) 200-B Ave Maria (3) 200-C Ave Maris Stella (1 to 4) 201-A-D Ave Regina Coelorum 203 Ave Regina Coelorum 278 Ave Verum Corpus (1) 233-A Ave Verum Corpus (2) 233-B Ave Verum Corpus (3) 233-C Ave Verum Corpus (4) 233-D Ave Verum Corpus (5) 233-E B Beati Mortui 250 Benedictus (Palm Sunday) 165 Benedictus with Antiphon (Canticle) 251 Benedictus (Mass B. V. M.) 268 Benedictus Missa de Angelis 274 Bone Pastor, Panis Vere 231-B C Caligaverunt Oculi mei 181 Christus factus est 193 Christus Vincit 248 Concordi Laetitia 197 Confirma Hoc Deus 245 Confitemini Domino 194 Conserva me Domine 219 "Consummatum est" 188 Cor, Arca legem continens 240 Cor Jesu Sacratissimum (1) 238-A Cor Jesu Sacratissimum (2) 238-B Cor Jesu, salus in te 237 Cor Mariae Immaculatum 238-A Creator Alme Siderum 151 Credeo (No. 4) 267 Credeo (No. 3) De Angelis (Supplement) 273 Cum Angelis et pueris 167 D Deo Gratias (Responses) 259-A to H Deus in Adjutorium 225 "Deus meus" 186 E Ecce lignum Crucis 191 Ecce Nomen Domini Emmanuel 157 Ecce Panis Angelorum (1) 231-A Ecce Panis Angelorum (2) 231-B Ecce Quam Bonum (Psalm 132) 220 Ecce Quomodo Moritur 176 Ecce Sacerdos 246 Ecce Vidimus eum 190-A Ego sum (Antiphon) 251 En Clara Vox Redarguit 154 F Forty Hours' Devotion (Page 357) Programme G Gloria in excelsis 266 Gloria in excelsis Mass of the Angels Supplement 272 Gloria, Laus et Honor 168 H Holy Saturday Music 194 Hosanna Filio David 163 I Ingrediente 169 In Manus Tuas 263 In Monte Oliveti Oravit 164 In Monte Oliveti 170 Inviolata 208 Ite Missa est, Deo Gratias 194-J J Jesu Dulcis Memoria (1) 161-A Jesu Dulcis Memoria (2) 161-B Jesu Dulcis Memoria (3) 161-C Jesu Redemptor Omnium (1) 155-A Jesu Redemptor Omnium (2) 155-B Jubilate Deo 255 K Kyrie Eleison (Mass B. V. M.) 265 Kyrie Eleison (Requiem Responses) 259-(10) Kyrie Eleison (Mass of the Angels Supplement) 271 Languentibus in Purgatorio 249 Lauda Sion (Ecce Panis) 231-B Laudate Dominum 254 Laudate Dominum and Adoremus 243-A-J Laudate Dominum 194-F Laudate Dominum 194-H Litany of the Blessed Virgin Mary 214 Litany of the Saints 224 Lucis Creator 260 M Magnificat 216 Mass of the Angels 271 Mass of the Blessed Virgin Mary 265 Miserere Illi Deus 253 Miserere Mei Deus 252 "Mulier, ecce filius tuus" 185 Missa Brevis Unison, 2, 3 or 4 part Chorus 281 Nunc Dimittis 262 O O Bone Jesu 256 O Cor Jesu 236 O Emmanuel 153 O Esca Viatorum (1) 228-A O Esca Viatorum (2) 228-B O filii et filiae 195 O Gloriosa Virginum (1) 210-A O Gloriosa Virginum (2) 210-B Omnes amici mei 179 O quam suavis est 234 Oremus Pro Pontifici 247 O Sacrum Convivium 235 O Salutaris Hostia (1 to 7) 226-A to G O Sanctissima, O Piissima 206 P Palm Sunday Music 163 Panis Angelicus (1) 229-A Panis Angelicus (2) 229-B Pange Lingua (1) (Tantum Ergo) 241-A Pange Lingua (2) (Tantum Ergo) 241-B Parce Domine 239 "Pater, dimitte illis" 183 "Pater in Manus Tuas" 189 Popule Meus 192 Pueri Hebraerum 166 Puer Nobis Nascitur 159 Q Quae est ista 222 Quam dilecta Tabernacula Tua 221 R Recessit Pastor Noster 178 Regina Coeli, Jubila 207 Regina Coeli Laetare 204 Regina Coeli Gregorian Supplement 279 Regnum Mundi 217 Requiem Mass (Appendix) 270 Requiem Responses 259 (8) Resonet in Laudibus 156 Responses for All Occasions 259 Responses after the Magnificat (Page 522) S Sacerdos et Pontifex 244 Sacris Solemniis (Panis Angelicus) 230 Salve Mater Misericordiae 209 Salve Regina Coelitum 211 Salve Regina Mater 205 Salve Regina Mater Supplement 280 Sanctae Joseph Patronae noster 238-A Sanctus and Benedictus (Mass B. V. M.) 268 Sanctus and Benedictus (Palm Sunday) 165 Sanctus and Benedictus (Mass of the Angels) Supplement 274 "Sitio" 187 Stabat Mater (1) 162-A Stabat Mater (2) 162-B Stabat Mater (3) 162-C Sub Tuum Praesidium (1) 213-A Sub Tuum Praesidium (2) 213-B Suscipe Domine 218 T Tanquam ad latronem existis 173 Tantum Ergo (1 to 10) 242-A to J Te Deum Laudamus 264 Te Lucis ante Terminum 261 Tenebrae factae sunt 175 Tollite Hostias 160 Tota Pulchra Es, Maria 212 Tristis est anima mea 171 Tu Gloria Jerusalem 223 U Una hora non potuistis vigilare 172 Unus ex discipulis meis 177 Unison Mass Supplement 281 V Velum templi scissum est 174 Veni, Creator Spiritus (1) 199-A Veni, Creator Spiritus (2) 199-B Veni, Sancte Spiritus 198 Veni Sponsa Christi 215 Veni, Veni Emmanuel 152 Vespere Autem Sabbati 194-I Vespers B. V. M. (Supplement) 276 Vexilla Regis Prodeunt (1) (2) (3) 182-A, B, C Victimae Paschali laudes 196 Vidi Aquam 258 APPENDIX--Requiem Mass (Libera etc.) 270 SUPPLEMENT--Mass of the Angels, Vespers B. V. M., 4 Antiphons B. V. M. (Simple tones), Missa Brevis for Unison, 2, 3 or 4, part Chorus ---------- No. 1 ADVENT Hark! A Mystic Voice is Sounding En clara vox Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Hark! A mystic voice is sounding, "Christ is nigh," it seems to say. "Cast away the dreams of darkness, O ye children of the day." Startled at the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise; Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. 2. Lo! the lamb so long expected, Comes with pardon down from Heav'n, Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiv'n. So when next He comes with glory, Wrapping all the earth in fear, May He then as our Defender, On the clouds of Heav'n appear. Pages 1-2 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 2 ADVENT O Come, O Come, Emmanuel! Processional Tr. Dr. J. M. Neale Traditional Melody "Veni, O Sapientiae" Maestoso 1. O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Chorus Rejoice! Rejoice! O Israel! To thee shall come Emmanuel. 2. O come Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save, And give them vict'ry o'er the grave. 3. O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer Our spirits by thine Advent here, Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. 4. O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might, Who to Thy tribes on Sinai's height, In ancient times didst give the law, In cloud, and majesty and awe. Page 3 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 3 ADVENT Behold! behold He cometh Processional Translated from the Latin S. Webbe Moderato Behold! behold He cometh, Who doth salvation bring; Lift up your heads rejoicing, And welcome Zion's King; With Hymns of joy we praise the Lord, Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word! Hosanna to the Saviour, Who came on Christmas morn, And, of a lowly Virgin, Was in a stable born; Emmanuel! Dear Jesus, come, Within Thy children make Thy home! Yea, come in love and meekness, Our Saviour now to be; Come to be formed in us, And make us like to Thee, Before the Day of Wrath draw near, When as our Judge Thou shalt appear. Soon shalt Thou sit in glory Upon the great White Throne, And punish all the wicked, And recompense Thine own; When ev'ry word and deed and thought To righteous judgement shall be brought. Page 4 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 4 CHRISTMAS Ye faithful, with gladness Adeste Fideles Traditional Melody Free translation by the Rt. Rev. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D., L.L.D. 1. Ye faithful, with gladness, Banishing all sadness, O Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem! See to us given Christ, the King of Heaven! Chorus While angels hover o'er Him, And shepherds kneel before Him O Come, let us adore Him, Lord And King. 2. Dear Mary, His Mother, Give to us as Brother The Lord whom the angels are Worshipping: God the eternal Light of Light supernal! 3. Again sounding o'er us, Let the Angel chorus The anthem of gladness and Triumph sing: "Glory be given To the Lord of Heaven!" 4. Our voices no blending With their songs unending, All-joyful, dear Jesus, Thy Glory sing, Be our endeavor Thus to praise Thee ever! Page 5 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 5 CHRISTMAS See, amid the winter's snow Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Allegretto 1. See, amid the winter's snow, Born to us on earth below; See the tender lamb appears, Promised from eternal years. Chorus Hail, thou ever blessed morn, Hail, Redemption's happy dawn! Sing through all Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem. 2. Lo, within a manger lies He who built the starry skies; He, who throned in heights sublime, Sits amid the Cherubim. 3. Sacred Infant all divine, What a tender love was Thine; Thus to come from highest bliss, Down to such a world as this. 4. Teach, oh teach us, holy Child, By Thy Face so meek and mild; Teach us to resemble Thee In Thy sweet humility. 5. Virgin Mother, Mary blest By the joys the fill thy breast, Pray for us, that we may prove Worthy of the Saviour's love. Page 7 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 6 CHRISTMAS O Dear Little Children Carol Translated by Sister Jeanne Marie Traditional Melody Arr. By N. A. M. Moderato semplice 1. O dear little children, O come one and all, Draw near to the crib, here in Bethlehem's stall, And see what a bright ray of heaven's delight Our Father has sent on this thrice holy night. 2. O see in the crib low concealing His might, See here by the rays of the clear shining light, In cleanliest swaddle the Heavenly Child More beauteous than legions of hosts undefiled. 3. He lies there, O children, on hay and on straw Dear Mary and Joseph regard Him with awe, The shepherds, adoring, bow humbly in pray'r, Angelical choirs with song rend the air. 4. O children bend low and adore Him today, O lift up your hands like the shepherds and pray, Sing joyfully, children, with hearts full of love In jubilant song join the angels above. Page 9 ---------- No. 7 CHRISTMAS Angels we have heard on high Bishop Chadwick Nicola. A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. 2. Shepherd, why this jubilee? Why your rapturous strains prolong? What may the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song? 3. Come to Bethlehem, and see Him Whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King. 4. See Him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praise Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, While our hearts in love we raise. Page 10 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 8 CHRISTMAS The snow lay on the ground Old English Carol Rev. Dr. Lingard Edv. Grieg Arr. By N. A. M. Non troppo lento 1. The snow lay on the ground, the stars shone bright When Christ our Lord was born on Christmas night. 2. 'Twas Mary, daughter pure of holy Anne, That brought into this world the God made Man. 3. She laid Him in the stall at Bethlehem; The ass and oxen shared the roof with him. 4. Saint Joseph to was by, to tend the Child; To guard Him, and protect His Mother mild. 5. The angels hovered 'round, and sang this song; "Venite, adoremus Dominum." 6. And then that manger poor became a throne; For He whom Mary bore was God the Son. 7. O come then, let us join the heav'nly host, To praise the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Page 11 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 9 CHRISTMAS Stars of Glory Carol Dr. Husenbeth S. Janowska Slowly 1. Stars of glory, shine more brightly, Purer be the moonlight's beam, Glide, ye hours and moments, lightly, Swiftly down time's deepening stream; Bring the hour that banished sadness Brought redemption down to earth; When the shepherds heard with gladness Tidings of the Saviour's birth. 2. See a beauteous angel soaring In the bright celestial blaze, On the shepherds, low adoring Rest his mild effulgent rays; "Fear not," cries the heav'nly stranger, "Him Whom ancient seers foretold, Weeping in a lowly manger Shepherds, haste ye to behold." 3. See the shepherd quickly rising, Hast'ning to the humble stall, And the newborn Infant prizing, As the mighty Lord of all; Lowly now they bend before Him In His helpless infant state, Firmly faithful, they adore Him, And His greatness celebrate. 4. Hark! The swell of heav'nly voices Peals along the vaulted sky; Angels sing while earth rejoices "Glory to our God on high; Glory in the highest heaven, Peace to humble men on earth;" Joy to these and bliss is given In the great Redeemer's birth. Page 12-13 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 10 CHRISTMAS O Sing a joyous carol Sister M. B. from "Alte Katholische geistliche Kirchengesang" (Koln, 1599)* * Catholic melody incorrectly attributed to M. Praetorius Joyously 1. O sing a joyful carol Unto the holy Child, And praise with gladsome voices His Mother undefiled. Our gladsome voices greeting Shall hail our Infant King And our sweet Lady listens When joyful voices sing. 2. Who is there meekly lying In yonder stable poor? Dear children, it is Jesus; He bids you now adore. Who is there kneeling by Him In Virgin beauty fair? It is our Mother Mary, She bids you all draw near. 3. Who is there near the cradle, That guards the holy Child? It is our father Joseph Chaste spouse of Mary mild. Dear children, oh, how joyful With them in Heav'n to be! God grant that none be missing From that festivity. Page 14 ---------- No. 11 CHRISTMAS Silent night, Holy night Fr. Gruber Arr. by Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Silent night, holy night! Bethlehem sleeps yet what light Floats around the holy pair; Songs of Angels fill the air Strains of heavenly peace, Strains of heavenly peace. 2. Silent night, holy night! Shepherds first see the light, Hear the Alleluias ring Which the Angel chorus sing "Christ the Savior has come Christ the Savior has come!" 3. Silent night, holy night! Son of God! Oh, what light Radiates from Thy manger bed Over realms with darkness spread, Thou in Bethlehem born, Thou in Bethlehem born. Page 15 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 12 CHRISTMAS A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell Ancient Carol Traditional Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly 1. A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets did tell, Hath brought forth a Saviour, as it hath befell, To be our Redeemer from death, hell and sin, Which Adam's transgression had wrapped us in. Chorus Rejoice and be merry, Set sorrow aside Jesus our Saviour was born on this tide. 2. In Bethlehem city in Jewry it was, Where Joseph and Mary together did pass, And there to be taxed with many one more. For Caesar commanded the same should be so. 3. But when they had entered the city so fair, A number of people so mighty was there That Mary and Joseph, whose substance was small, Could procure in the Inn no lodging at all. 4. Then they were constrained in a stable to lie, Where oxen and asses they used there to tie; Their lodging so simple they held it no scorn, But against the next morning a Saviour was born. 5. The King of glory to this world being brought Small store of fine linen to wrap him was sought; When Mary had swaddled her young Son so sweet, Within an ox manger she laid Him to sleep. 6. Then God sent an angel from heaven so high, To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie, And charged them no longer in sorrow to stay, Because that our Saviour was born on this day. 7. Then presently after the shepherds did spy A number of angels appear in the sky; Who joyfully talked and sweetly did sing, "To God be all glory, our heavenly King." Page 16 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 13 CHRISTMAS Hark! the Herald Host is singing E. Humperdinck Joyously 1. Hark! The herald host is singing, Thro' the silent holy night, Tidings of great joy they're bringing, From yon starry azure height. And each heart is filled with gladness, At the message which they bring; "Christ is born, forget all sadness, Trust in Him, your Saviour King!" 2. And behold the stars bright glowing, Shed o'er earth their radiant light, While from Angels' lips are flowing Anthems thro' the holy night. Bright each window now is glowing, Lighted by the Christmas tree; And each cheek with joy is glowing, And each heart is filled with glee. 3. Soft the messengers from heaven Wing their flight from home to home; Bearing lessons God hath given Unto all the earth that roam. "Welcome, welcome Christmas evening Bringing peace and love to earth!" Show your gratitude, rejoicing, Christians in your Saviour's birth! Page 18-19 ---------- No. 14 CHRISTMAS Sleep, Holy Babe (For additional Christmas Hymns see Hymns Nos. 126 $ 127 and Latin Hymns). Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Semplice 1. Sleep, Holy Babe, Upon Thy Mothers breast! Great Lord of earth and sea and sky, How sweet it is to see Thee lie In such a place of rest! 2. Sleep, Holy Babe, Thine Angels watch around; All bending low with folded wings Before th'Incarnate King of Kings, In rev'rent awe profound. 3. Sleep, Holy Babe, While I with Mary gaze In joy upon that Face awhile, Upon the loving Infant smile, Which there divinely plays. 4. Sleep, Holy Babe, O snatch Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumber break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake, That death alone shall close. Page 20 ---------- No. 15 THE MOST HOLY NAME O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Jesu, decus Angelicum St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso 1. O Jesus, Thou the beauty art Of Angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart Inflaming it with love Celestial sweetness unalloy'd Who eat Thee hunger still; Who drink of Thee still feel a void Which naught but Thee canst fill. 2. O my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end. Stay with us Lord, with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Dispel the darkness of the night And fill the world with bliss. Page 21-22 ---------- No 16. THE MOST HOLY NAME To the Name that brings salvation Processional Dr. J. M. Neale Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. To the Name that brings salvation, Honor, worship, let us pay Which for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay. But with holy exultation We may sing aloud today. 2. Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, By this tongue ineffable Name of sweetness passing measure To the ear delectable, 'Tis our safeguard and our treasure, 'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell. 3. 'Tis the Name for adoration, 'Tis the Name of victory, 'Tis the Name for meditation In this vale of misery, 'Tis the Name for veneration By the citizens on high. 4. 'Tis the Name that whoso preaches Finds it music to the ear; Who in pray'r this Name beseeches Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth Heav'nly joy possesseth here. Page 23 ---------- No. 17 THE MOST HOLY NAME Jesus the very thought of Thee Jesu, dulcis memoria St. Bernard Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody Religioso 1. Jesus the very though of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see And in Thy presence rest. 2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind. 3. O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek. 4. Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; O Jesus, be our glory now And through eternity. Page 24 ---------- No. 18 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE He Who once, in righteous vengeance Ira justa conditoris (Feast of the Precious Blood) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall J. Mohr Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. He who once, in righteous vengeance, Whelm'd the world beneath the flood, Once again in mercy cleansed it With the stream of His own Blood, Coming from His throne on high On the painful cross to die. 2. Blest with this all saving shower, Earth her beauty straight resumed; In the place of thorns and briers Myrtles sprang and roses bloom'd Bitter wormwood of the waste Into honey changed its taste. 3. When before the Judge we tremble, Conscious of his broken laws, May this Blood in that dread hour Cry aloud and plead our cause; Bid our guilty terrors cease, Be our pardon and our peace. Page 25 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 19 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE "Man of Sorrows, wrapt in grief" M. Bridges From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Andante Mod 1. Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief, Bow Thine ear to our relief; Thou for us the path hast trod Of the dreadful wrath of God; Thou the cup of fire hast drained Till its light alone remained. Lamb of Love! We look to Thee; Hear our mournful litany. 2. By the garden, fraught with woe, Whither Thou full oft wouldst go; By Thine agony of prayer In the desolation there; By the dire and deep distress Of that myst'ry fathomless; Lord, our tears in mercy see; Hearken to our litany. 3. By the chalice brimming o'er With disgrace and torment sore; By those lips which fain would pray That it might but pass away; By the Heart which drank it dry, Lest a rebel race should die Be Thy pity, Lord our plea; Hear our solemn litany. 4. Man of Sorrows! Let Thy grief Purchase for us our relief; Lord of Mercy! Bow Thine ear, Slow to anger, swift to hear; By the Cross's royal road Lead us to the throne of God, There for aye to sing to Thee Heav'n's triumphant litany. Page 26-27 Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. ---------- No. 20 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE By the blood that flowed from Thee Litany of the Passion C. M. Caddell Nicola. A. Montani Lento ma non troppo 1. By the blood that flowed from Thee In Thy bitter agony; By the scourge so meekly borne; By Thy purple robe of scorn; 1st Chorus Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry! 2d Chorus Thou wert suff'ring once as we; Tutti We thy children sing to Thee. 2. By the thorns that crowned Thy Head; By Thy sceptre of a reed; By Thy Footsteps faint and slow Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe, 3. By the nails and pointed spear; By Thy people's cruel jeer; By Thy dying pray'r which rose Begging mercy for Thy foes. 4. By the darkness thick as night Blotting out the sun from sight; By the cry with which in death Thou didst yield Thy parting Breath. 5. By Thy weeping Mother's woe; By the sword that pierced her through, When, in anguish standing by, On the Cross she saw Thee die. Page 28-29 ---------- No. 21 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Oh come and mourn with me awhile Jesus Crucified Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso 1. Oh come an mourn with me awhile! See, Mary calls us to her side; Oh come and let us mourn with her; Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 2. Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! Look how patiently He hangs; Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 3. How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed; His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied; His failing eyes are blind with Blood; Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 4. Seven times He spoke, seven words of love, And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 5. Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed; His failing eyes He strove to guide With mindful love to Mary's face, Jesus, our Love, is crucified! 6. Come take thy stand beneath the Cross And let the blood from out that Side Fall gently on thee, drop by drop, Jesus, our Love, is crucified! Page 30 ---------- No. 22 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Sacred Head Surrounded "O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden" St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153) Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600) Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion" Largo 1. O Sacred Head, surrounded, By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue come o'er Thee The glow of life decays, Yet angel hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. 2. I see Thy strength and vigor All fading in the strife, And death, with cruel rigor, Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, O turn Thy face on me! 3. In this Thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me, With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be; Beneath Thy Cross abiding, Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 31-32 ---------- No. 23 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE At the Cross her station keeping Stabat Mater Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent. Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661 Harmonized by N. A. M. Not too slow 1. At the Cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last. 2. Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword has passed. 3. O that blessed one, grief laden, Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden, Mother of the All-blest one. 4. How she stood in desolation Upward gazing on the passion Of that deathless dying Son. 5. Who could see, from tears refraining, Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining In so great a sorrow bowed? 6. Who, unmoved, beheld her languish Underneath His Cross of anguish, 'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd? 7. For His people's sin th'All Holy She beheld, the victim lowly, Bleed in torments, bleed and die. 8. Saw her well-beloved taken, Saw her Child in death forsaken, Heard his last expiring cry. 9. Fount of love and sacred sorrow, Mother! May my spirit borrow Sadness from thy holy woe. 10. May my spirit burn within me, Love my God, and great love win me Grace to please Him here below. 11. Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten, Mother, in my heart be written, Deep as in thine own they be. 12. Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest, Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest, Let me share them both with thee. 13. In the Passion of my Maker Be my sinful soul partaker, Weep till death, and weep with thee. 14. Mine with thee be that sad station, There to watch the great Salvation, Wrought upon th'atoning Tree. 15. Virgin, thou of virgins fairest, May the bitter woe thou sharest Make on me impression deep. 16. Thus Christ's dying may I carry, With Him in His passion tarry, And His wounds in mem'ry keep. 17. May His wounds transfix me wholly, May His Cross and Life Blood holy Embriate my heart and mind. 18. Thus inflamed with pure affection, In the Virgin's Son protection May I at the judgment find. 19. When in death my limbs are failing, Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne. 20. To my parting soul be given Entrance through the gate of Heaven, There confess me for Thine own. Amen Page 33-34 ---------- No. 24 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE I see my Jesus crucified Nicola A. Montani Devoto 1. I see my Jesus crucified, His wounded Hands and Feet and Side, His sacred Flesh all rent and torn, His bloody crown of sharpest thorn. 2. Those cruel nails, I drove them in, Each time I pierced Him with my sin That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove, When I despised His gracious love. 3. Then to those Feet I'll venture near, And wash them with a contrite tear, And ev'ry bleeding wound I see, I'll think He bore them all for me. 4. Deep graven on my sinful heart, Oh, never may that form depart, That with me always may abide The thought of Jesus crucified. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 35 ---------- No. 25 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE O'erwhelmed in depths of woe Saevo dolorum turbine Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the Tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. 2. See! How the nails those Hands And Feet so tender rend; See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast, His sacred Blood descend. 3. Hark! With what awful cry, His Spirit takes its flight; That cry, it smote His Mother's heart And wrapt her soul in night. 4. Come, fall before His Cross, Who shed for us His blood; Who dies, the victim of pure love, To make us Sons of God. 5. Jesu! All praise to Thee, Our joy and endless rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 36 ---------- No. 26 PALM SUNDAY All glory, laud and honor From the Latin of St.Theodulph by Dr. J. M. Neale M. Haydn Maestoso con spirito 1. All glory, laud, and honor To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Refrain All glory, laud, and honor, To Thee Redeemer, King, To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 2. Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest The King and blessed One. 3. The company of angels Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. 4. The people of the Hebrews With palms before them went; To praise and pray'r and anthems Before Thee we present. 5. To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymn of praise; To Thee now high exalted Our melody we raise. 6. Thou didst accept their praises, Accept the pray'rs we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 37-38 ---------- No. 27 EASTERTIDE Jesus Christ is risen today Processional Surrexit Christus hodie Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor Nicola A. Montani Joyously 1. Jesus Christ is ris'n today! (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) Sinners, wipe your tears away! (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) He Whose death upon the Cross (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) Saveth us from endless loss. (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) 2. See the holy women come, Alleluia! Bearing spices to the tomb; Alleluia! Hear the white-clad Angel's voice Alleluia! Bid the universe rejoice! Alleluia! 3. Go! Tell all his brethren dear, Alleluia! "He is ris'n, He is not here! Alleluia! Seek Him not among the dead; Alleluia! He has risen as He said." Alleluia! 4. Glory, Jesus, be to Thee! Alleluia! Thine own might hath set Thee free. Alleluia! Come, for primal joy restored, Alleluia! Let us bless our Pascal Lord! Alleluia! Copyright 1920 by N.A.M. Page 39-40 ---------- No. 28 EASTERTIDE "Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1) O Filii et Filiae Processional Jean Tisserand (1494) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody from "Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623) Maestoso Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 1. Ye sons and daughters of the Lord! The King of glory, King adored, This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 2. All in the early morning grey Went holy women on their way, To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 3. Of spices pure a precious store In their pure hands those women bore, To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 4. Then straightway One in white they see, Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but He Is ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 5. This told they Peter, told they John, Who forthwith to the tomb are gone; But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 6. That selfsame night, while out of fear The doors were shut, their Lord most dear To His Apostles did appear. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 7. But Thomas when of this He heard, Was doubtful of his brethren's word; Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 8. "Thomas, behold My Side" saith He; "My Hands, My Feet, My Body see, And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 9. When Thomas saw that wounded Side, The truth no longer he denied; "Thou art my Lord and God," he cried. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 10. Oh, blest are they who have not seen Their Lord, and yet believe in Him: Eternal life awaiteth them. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 11. Now let us praise the Lord most high, And strive His Name to magnify On this great day through earth and sky: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 12. Whose mercy ever runneth o'er, Whom men and Angel Hosts adore, To Him be glory ever more. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 41-42-43 ---------- No. 29 EASTERTIDE "Ye sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 2) O Filii et Filiae Jean Tisserand (died 1494) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Melody taken from the Gloria of the Magnificat terii toni by Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 1. Ye sons and daughters of the Lord! The King of glory, King adored, This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 2. All in the early morning grey Went holy women on their way, To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Note: Additional stanzas given in previous hymn (28). Page 44 ---------- No. 30 EASTERTIDE Now at the Lamb's royal feast Ad regias Agni dapes Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola. A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Now at the Lamb's royal feast, In robes of saintly white, we sing, Thro' the Red Sea in safety brought By Jesus our immortal King. O depth of love! For us He drains The chalice of His agony; For us a Victim on the Cross He meekly lays Him down to die. 2. And as th'avenging Angel pass'd Of old the blood be-sprinkled door; As the cleft sea a passage gave, Then closed to whelm th'Egyptians o're; So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice, Has brought us safe all perils thro', While for unleavened bread He asks, But heart sincere and purpose true. 3. Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could find The pow'rs of Hell to overthrow! Who didst the bonds of Death unbind Who dost the prize of Life bestow. Hail, victor Christ! Hail, risen King! To Thee alone belongs the crown; Who has at the heav'nly gates unbarred, And cast the Prince of darkness down. 4. O Jesus! From the death of sin Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be The everlasting Paschal joy Of all the souls newborn in Thee; To God the Father, with the Son Who from the grave immortal rose, And Thee, O Paraclete be praise, While age on endless ages flows. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 45-46 ---------- No. 31 EASTERTIDE Christ the Lord is risen today Victimae Paschali Laudes Translated by Miss Leeson Nicola A. Montani Allegro Modto 1. Christ the Lord is ris'n today; Christians, haste your vows to pay; Offer ye your praises meet At the Paschal Victim's feet; For the sheep the Lamb hath bled, Sinless in the sinner's stead, Christ the Lord is ris'n on high; Now He lives, no more to die. 2. Christ the Victim undefiled, Man to God hath reconciled, When in strange and awful strife Met together death and life; Christians, on this happy day Haste with joy your vows to pay; Christ the Lord is ris'n on high; Now He lives, no more to die. 3. Say, O wond'ring Mary, say What thou sawest on the way, "I beheld, where Christ had lain, Empty tomb and angels twain, I beheld the glory bright Of the rising Lord of light; Christ my hope is ris'n again; Now He lives, and lives to reign." 4. Christ, Who once for sinners bled, Now the first-born from the dead, Thron'd in endless might and pow'r, Lives and reigns forever more. Hail, eternal hope on high! Hail, Thou King of victory! Hail, Thou Prince of life ador'd! Help and save us, gracious Lord! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 47-48 ---------- No. 32 ASCENSION Lift up, ye princes of the sky Ps. xxiii Translated by Father Aylward from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M. With animation 1. Lift up, ye princes of the sky, Lift up your portals, lift them high; And you, ye everlasting gates, Back on your golden hinges fly; For lo, the King of glory waits To enter in victoriously. Who is the King of glory? Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well. 2. The Lord of strength and matchless might, The Lord all-conquering in the fight, List, lift your portals, lift them high, Ye princes of the conquered sky; And you, ye everlasting gates, Back on your golden hinges fly; For lo, the King of glory waits, The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M Page 49-50 ---------- No. 33 ASCENSION O Thou pure light of souls that love Salutis humanae Sator Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M. Moderato assai 1. O Thou pure light of souls that love, True joy of ev'ry human breast, Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Maker, and Redeemer blest! 2. What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame To make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless suffer death and shame, For our transgressions to atone! 3. Thou, bursting Hades open wide, Didst all the captive souls unchain; And thence to Thy dread Father's side With glorious pomp ascend again. 4. O still may pity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die; And take me in Thy light to dwell, Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh. 5. Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal; Be thou our pathway to the skies; Our joy when sorrow fills our soul; In death our everlasting prize. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 51 ---------- No. 34 PENTECOST Holy Spirit, Lord of Light Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall S. Webbe (1740-1816) Marcato 1. Holy Spirit, Lord of Light, From the clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give. Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come with treasures which endure; Come Thou light of all that live. 2. Thou, of all consolers best, Thou, the soul's delightsome guest, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet; Pleasant coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. 3. Light immortal, Light divine, Visit thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill; If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turned to ill. 4. Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In thy sev'nfold gifts descend; Give them comfort when they die; Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys that never end. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 52 ---------- No. 35 PENTECOST Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come Veni Creator Spiritus Translated by Dryden W. A. Mozart Arr. from the figured bass by N. A. M. Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343 Moderato 1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator come From Thy bright heav'nly throne, Come, take possession of our souls, And make them all Thy own. Thou Who art called the Paraclete, Best gift of God above, The living spring, the living fire, Sweet unction and true love. 2. Thou who are sev'nfold in Thy grace, Finger of God's right hand; His promise teaching little ones To speak and understand. O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd light With love our hearts inflame; And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays, Confirm our mortal frame. 3. Through Thee may we the Father know, Thro' Thee th'Eternal Son, And Thee, the Spirit of the both, Thrice blessed Three in One. All Glory to the Father be, With His coequal Son; The same to Thee, great Paraclete, While endless ages run. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 53-54 ---------- No. 36 PENTECOST O Come, Creator Spirit! Come Veni Creator Spiritus Translated by Father Faber K. Kurpinski Lento 1. O come Creator Spirit come, Vouchsafe to make our minds Thy home And with Thy heav'nly grace fulfil The hearts Thou madest at Thy will. 2. Thou that are named the Paraclete, The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet; The living Fountain, Fire, and Love, And gracious Unction from above. 3. The sev'nfold grace Thou dost expand, O Finger of the Father's Hand; True promise of the Father, rich In gifts of tongues and various speech. 4. To God the Father let us raise And to His only Son, our praise, Praise to the Holy Spirit be Now, and for all eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 55 ---------- No. 37 PENTECOST Spirit of Grace and Union Qui procedis ab utroque Adam of St. Victor Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Spirit of grace and Union! Who from the Father and the Son Dost equally proceed. Inflame our hearts with holy fire Our lips with eloquence inspire, And strengthen us in need. 2. The Father and the Son through Thee Are linked in perfect unity And everlasting love; Ineffably Thou dost pervade All nature; and Thyself unsway'd The whole creation move. 3. O inexhaustive Fount of light! How doth Thy radiance put to flight The darkness of the mind! The pure are only pure through Thee; Thou only dost the guilty free, And cheer with light the blind. 4. Lord of all sanctity and might! Immense, immortal, infinite! The life of earth and Heav'n! Be, through eternal length of days, All honor, glory, blessing, praise, And adoration giv'n! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 56-57 ---------- No. 38 THE HOLY TRINITY O God of loveliness O bello Dio, Signor del Paradiso Translated by Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R. Traditional Melody "Schonster Herr Jesu" Pilgrims' Song dating from the time of the Crusades. Adapted by N. A. M. Andante Maestoso 1. O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heav'n above How worthy to posses My heart's devoted love! So sweet Thy Countenance, So gracious to behold, That one, one only glance To me were bliss untold. 2. Thou art blest Three in One, Yet undivided still; Thou art that One alone Whose love my heart can fill. The heav'ns and earth below, Were fashioned by Thy Word; How amiable art Thou, My ever dearest Lord! 3. To think Thou art my God, O thought forever blest! My heart has overflowed With joy within my breast. My soul so full of bliss Is plunged as in a sea, Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity. 4. O loveliness supreme, And Beauty infinite; O everflowing Stream, And Ocean of delight; O life by which I live, My truest life above, To Thee alone I give My undivided love. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 58-59 ---------- No. 39 THE HOLY TRINITY Holy God, we praise Thy Name Te Deum Laudamus Translated by Rev. Clarence Walworth (1820-1900) Melody from the "Katholisches Gesangbuch" (1775) Maestoso 1. Holy God, we praise Thy Name, Lord of all, we bow before Thee; All on earth Thy sceptre claim; All in heav'n above adore Thee, Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy reign, 2. Hark! The loud celestial hymn, Angel choirs above are raising! Cherubim and Seraphim In unceasing chorus praising; Fill the Heav'ns with sweet accord; Holy, holy, holy Lord! 3. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee, While in essence only One, Undivided God we claim Thee; And adoring bend the knee, While we own the mystery. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 60 ---------- No. 40 THE HOLY TRINITY Full of Glory, full of wonders Processional Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Allegro moderato 1. Full of glory, full of wonders, Majesty Divine 'Mid Thine everlasting thunders How Thy lightnings shine! Shoreless Ocean! Who shall sound Thee? Thine own eternity is round Thee, Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine! 2. Timeless, spaceless, single, lonely, Yet sublimely Three, Thou art grandly, always, only God in Unity! Lone in grandeur, lone in glory, Who shall tell thy wonderous story, Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity? 3. Splendors upon splendors beaming Change and intertwine! Glories over glories streaming All translucent shine! Blessings, praises, adorations Greet Thee from the trembling nations Majesty Divine, Majesty Divine! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 61 ---------- No. 41 OUR BLESSED LORD I need Thee, Precious Jesus (Communion Hymn) For additional Communion Hymns see NOS. 44, 47, 49, 51, 53, 54, 122. From a Slovak hymn Arr. by N. A. M. With devotion 1. I need Thee, precious Jesus I need a friend like Thee; A friend to soothe and sympathize, A friend to care for me. I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus, To feel each anxious care; I long to tell my ev'ry want, And all my sorrows share. 2. I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus, To wash each sinful stain; To cleanse this sinful soul of mine, And make it pure again. I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus, To fly from perils near, To shelter in these hallowed clefts, From ev'ry doubt and fear. 3. I need Thee, sweetest Jesus, In Thy Sacrament of Love; To nourish this poor soul of mine, With treasures of Thy Love. I'll need Thee, sweetest Jesus, When death's dread hour draws nigh, To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart, Till wafted safe on high. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 62-63 ---------- No. 42 OUR BLESSED LORD When morning gilds the skies (May Jesus Christ be praised) Processional Translated by Father Caswall Traditional Melody (1678) Moderato 1. When morning gilds the skies, (Solo Voices ad lib) My heart awaking cries: May Christ be praised! (Chorus) Alike at work and prayer: (Solo Voices) To Jesus I repair: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! (Chorus) 2. The sacred minster bell, It peals o'er hill and dell: May Christ be praised! Oh! Hark to what it sings: As joyously it rings: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! 3. To Thee, my God above, I cry with glowing love: May Christ be praised! The fairest graces spring In hearts the ever sing: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! 4. To God the Word on high, The host of angels cry: May Christ be praised! May mortals, to upraise Their voice in hymn of praise: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! 5. Let earth's wide circle round In joyful notes resound: May Christ be praised! Let air and sea and sky, From depths to heights reply: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! 6. Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine: May Christ be praised! Be this th'eternal song, Through all the ages on: May Christ be praised! May Christ be praised! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 64-65 ---------- No. 43 OUR BLESSED LORD Crown Him with many Crowns Processional Matthew Bridges Nicola A. Montani With expression 1. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon the throne; Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns All music but its own; Awake, my soul and sing Of Him who dies for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' all eternity. 2. Crown Him the Virgin's Son, The God Incarnate born; Whose arm those crimson trophies won, Which now His brow adorn! Fruit of the Mystic Rose, As of the Rose the Stem; The Root whence Mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem. 3. Crown Him the Lord of Love: Behold His hands and side, Rich Wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified: No Angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright. 4. Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose pow'r a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in pray'r and praise: His reign shall know no end, And round His pier-ced Feet Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 5. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, One with the Father known, And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n From yonder Triune throne: All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail Thro'out eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 66-67 ---------- No. 44 OUR BLESSED LORD Jesus, Lord, be Thou mine own Mondo, piu, per me non sei Communion Hymn St. Alphonsus Don Lorenzo Perosi Tr. Rev. E. Vaughan, C. SS. R. Moderato 1. Jesus Lord, be Thou mine own; Thee I long for, Thee alone; All myself, I give to Thee; Do whate'er Thou wilt with me. 2. Life without Thy love would be Death, O Sovereign Good, to me; Bound and held by Thy dear chains Captive now my heart remains. 3. Thou, O God, my heart inflame, Give that love which Thou dost claim; Payment I will ask for none; Love demands but love alone. 4. God of beauty, Lord of Light, Thy good will is my delight; Now henceforth Thy will divine Ever shall in all be mine. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 68 ---------- No. 45 OUR BLESSED LORD Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep The Good Shepherd Processional Pastor Amans Miss J. E. Leeson (1807-1882) Adaptation of a Litany Melody from Catholic Hymntunes (Publ. 1819; J.M.Capes) Moderato 1. Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep Keep me, Lord in safety keep; Nothing can Thy pow'r withstand, None can pluck me from Thy Hand. Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give Thine own life that I might live; May I love Thee day by day, Gladly Thy sweet Will obey. 2. Loving Shepherd, ever near, Teach me still Thy voice to hear; Suffer not my step to stray From the strait and narrow way. Where Thou leadest may I go, Walking in Thy steps below; Then before Thy Father's throne, Jesus, claim me for Thine own. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 69-70 ---------- No. 46 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT The Very Angels' Bread Panis Angelicus Tr. by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D. P. Meurers Slowly 1. The very Angels' Bread Doth food to men afford; The types have vanished, Remains the Truth adored: O wonderous mystery Their banquet is the Lord The poor and lowly, bond and free. 2. O God forever blest, O Three in One, we pray: Visit the longing breast Enter this house of clay, And lead us through the Night Unto the perfect Day Where dwellest Thou in endless light. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 71 ---------- No. 47 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Soul of my Saviour Anima Christi L. Dobici Slowly: with devotion 1. Soul of my Savior sanctify my breast, Body of Christ, be Thou my saving guest; Blood of my Saviour bathe me in Thy Tide; Wash me, ye waters gushing from His Side. 2. Strength and protection may His Passion be, O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me; Deep in Thy Wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me; So shall I never, never part from Thee. 3. Guard and defend me from the foe malign; In death's drear moments make me only Thine; Call me and bid me come to Thee on high, Where I may praise Thee with Thy Saints for aye. Page 72 ---------- No. 48 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Thee prostrate I adore (Adoro Te devote) St. Thomas Aquinas Translated by Father Aylward, O. P. Nicola A. Montani Moderato devoto 1. Thee prostrate I adore, The Deity that lies Beneath these humble veils, Concealed from human eyes; My heart doth wholly yield, Subjected to Thy sway, For contemplating Thee it wholly faints away. Chorus Hail, Jesus, hail; do Thou, Good Shepherd of the sheep, Increase in all true hearts the faith they fondly keep. 2. The sight, the touch, the taste, In Thee are here deceived; But by the ear alone this truth is safe believed; I hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me; Than this blest word of truth no word can truer be, 3. I see not with mine eyes, Thy Wounds, as Thomas saw; Yet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe; Oh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be, That all my hope and love may still repose in Thee. 4. Memorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord; Thou living bread, that life dost unto man afford; Oh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee, That Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 73-74 ---------- No. 49 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, gentlest Saviour Thanksgiving after Communion For additional Communion Hymns See Nos. 41, 44, 51, 54, 128 to 131. Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante semplice 1. Jesus, gentlest Saviour! God of might and pow'r! Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour. Nature cannot hold Thee, Heav'ns is all too strait For Thine endless glory And Thy royal state. 2. Out beyond the shining Of the furthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far. Yet the hearts of children Hold what words cannot, And the God of wonders Loves the lowly spot. 3. Oh, how can we thank Thee For a gift like this, Gift that truly maketh Heav'ns eternal bliss! Ah! When wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home? We must wait for heaven Then the day will come. 4. Now at least we'll keep Thee All the time we may; But Thy grace and blessing We will keep alway. When our hearts Thou leavest Worthless tho' they be, Give them to Thy Mother To be kept for Thee. Page 75 ---------- No. 50 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT The Word, descending from above Verbum supernum prodiens St. Thomas Aquinas Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Non troppo lento 1. The Word descending from above, Though with the Father still on high, Went forth upon His work of love; And soon to life's last eve drew nigh. 2. He shortly to a death accursed By a disciple shall be giv'n; But, to His twelve disciples, first He gives Himself, the Bread of Heav'n. 3. Himself in either kind He gave; He gave His Flesh, He gave His Blood; Of flesh and blood all men are made; And He of man would be the Food. 4. At birth our brother He became; At meat Himself as food He gives; To ransom us He died in shame; As our reward, in bliss He lives. 5. O saving victim open wide The gate of Heav'n to man below! Sore press our foes from ev'ry side; Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow. 6. To Thy great Name be endless praise, Immortal Godhead, One in Three! Oh, grant us endless length of days, In out true native land, with Thee. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 76 ---------- No. 51 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Hail to Thee! true Body Ave Verum Corpus J. F. Kloss Translated by Father Caswall Arr. by N. A. M. Con anima Hail to Thee, true Body sprung From the Virgin Mary's womb! The same that on the Cross was hung, And bore for man the bitter doom! Thou, Whose Side was pierc'd and flow'd Both with water and with blood; Suffer us to taste of Thee, In our life's last agony. Son of Mary, Jesus blest! Sweetest, gentlest, holiest! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 77-78 ---------- No. 52. THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory Pange Lingua gloriosi Tr. Rev. E. Caswall M. Haydn 1. Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh the myst'ry sing; Of the Blood all price exceeding Shed by our immortal King, Destined, for the world's redemption, From a noble womb to spring, 2. Of a pure and spotless Virgin Born for us on earth below, He, as Man, with man conversing, Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow; Then He closed in solemn order Wonderously His Life of Woe. 3. On the night of that Last Supper, Seated with His chosen band, He the Paschal victim eating, First fulfills the law's command; Then, as Food to His Apostles Gives Himself with His own Hand. 4. Word made Flesh, the bread of nature By His word to Flesh He turns; Wine into His Blood He changes: What through sense no change discerns? Only be the heart in earnest, Faith her lesson quickly learns. Tantum ergo Sacramentum 5. Down in adoration falling, Lo! The sacred Host we hail; Lo! O'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail. 6. To the Everlasting Father, And the Son Who reigns on high, With the Holy Ghost proceeding Forth from Each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might, and endless majesty. Amen. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 79-80 ---------- No. 53 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All! How can I love Thee as I ought? And how revere this wondrous gift, So far surpassing hope or thought? Refrain Sweet Sacrament! We Thee adore! Oh, make us love Thee more and more. (Repeat refrain ad lib) 2. Had I but Mary's sinless heart To love Thee with my dearest King! Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise Thy goodness, Jesus! Would I sing! 3. Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead all! O mystery of love divine! I cannot compass all I have, For all Thou hast and art are mine. 4. Sound, sound His praises higher still, And come, ye angels, to our aid; 'Tis God! 'tis God! The very God, Whose pow'r both man and angels made! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 81-82 ---------- No. 54 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Jesus, Food of Angels Communion Hymn Partendo dal Mondo Translated by Father E. Vaughan, C. S. S. R. Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Andante Religioso 1. Jesus, food of angels, Monarch of the heart; Oh, that I could never From Thy Face depart! Yes, Thou ever dwellest Here for love of me, Hidden Thou remainest, God of Majesty. 2. Soon I hope to see Thee, And enjoy Thy love, Face to face, sweet Jesus, In Thy heav'n above. But on earth an exile My delight shall be Ever to be near Thee Veiled for love of me. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 83 ---------- No. 55 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT O Jesus Christ, remember Gesu Sacramentato Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani With devotion 1. O Jesus Christ, remember, When Thou shalt come again, Upon the clouds of Heaven, With all Thy shining train; When ev'ry eye shall see Thee In Deity revealed, Who now upon this altar In silence art concealed; 2. Remember then, O Saviour, I supplicate of Thee, That here I bowed before Thee Upon my bended knee; That here I owned Thy Presence, And did not Thee deny; And glorified Thy greatness, Though hid from human eye. 3. Accept Divine Redeemer, The homage of my praise; Be Thou the light and honor And glory of my days; Be Thou my consolation When death is drawing nigh; Be Thou my only treasure Through all eternity. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 84-85 ---------- No.56 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Wondrous love that cannot falter (Hymn of the Association of Perpetual Adoration) Tr. Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Andante con espressione 1. Wondrous love that cannot falter! Jesus in the Host doth dwell Day and night upon the Alter Near to those He loves so well. Refrain Low in endless worship bent, Praise the Blessed Sacrament. 2. Angel hosts are hushed in wonder And adore with folded wings: For the lowly Species under, Hidden lies the King of Kings. 3. Tho' the Heav'nly choir rejoices Praise and sing His loving ear Seeks the tribute of our voices: 'Tis for us He waiteth here! 4. All He hath in highest Heaven Veiled in the Host we see: And to us the care is given Of His wondrous poverty. 5. Bread of Angels! Who can measure All it means? this daily food And the daily granted treasure Of His sacrificial Blood? 6. Bending low in adoration Ever constant let us be, Making Jesus Reparation For the worlds in constancy. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 86-87 ---------- No. 57 THE BLESSED SACRAMENT O Food to Pilgrims Given O Esca Viatorum 17th Century H. Isaak (1493) Translated by Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt.D. Harmonized by J. S. Bach Slowly 1. O Food of pilgrims given, Bread of the hosts of Heaven Thou Manna of the sky! Feed with the blessed sweetness, Of Thy divine completeness The hearts that for Thee sigh. 2. O Fountain ruby glowing, O stream of love outflowing From Jesus' pierc-ed Side! This thought alone shall bless us This one desire possess us, To drink of Thy sweet tide. 3. We love Thee, Jesu tender Who hid'st Thine awful splendor Beneath these veils of grace: O let the veils be riven, And our clear eye in heaven Behold Thee face to face! Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 88 ---------- No. 58 THE SACRED HEART O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God Lady G. Fullerton Nicola. A. Montani Moderato 1. O Heart of Jesus, Heart of God, O source of boundless love; By angels praised, by saints adored From their bright throne above. The poorest, saddest heart on earth, May claim Thee for its own; O burning, throbbing Heart of Christ, Too late, too little known. 2. The hearts of men are often hard And full of selfish care; But in the Sacred Heart we find A refuge from despair. To Thee, my Jesus, then I come, A poor and helpless child; And on Thine own words "Come to Me," My only hope I build. 3. The world is cold, and life is sad, I crave this blessed rest Of those who lay their weary heads Upon Thy sacred Breast. For love is stronger far than death, And who can love like Thee, My Saviour, Whose appealing Heart Broke on the Cross for me? Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 89-90 ---------- No. 59 THE SACRED HEART Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A .M. Slowly 1. Sacred Heart of Jesus, fount of love and mercy, Today we come Thy blessing to implore; Oh, touch our hearts, so cold and so ungrateful, And make them, Lord, Thine own forever more. Refrain Sacred Heart of Jesus! We implore, Oh, makes us love Thee more and more. 2. Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us know and love Thee, Unfold to us the treasures of Thy grace, That so our hearts, from things of earth up lifted, May long alone to gaze upon Thy Face. 3. Sacred Heart of Jesus! Make us pure and gentle, And teach us how to do Thy blessed will; To follow close the print of Thy dear footsteps, And when we fall Sacred Heart, oh, love us still. 4. Sacred Heart of Jesus! Bless all hearts that love Thee, And Thine own Heart ever blessed be; Bless us, dear Lord, and bless the friends we cherish, And keep us true to Mary and to Thee. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 91-92 ---------- No. 60 THE SACRED HEART Jesus, Creator of the world (Auctor beate saeculi) Unison or two-part chorus Translated by Father Caswall J. d' Hooghe Andantino 1. Jesus, Creator of the world! Of all mankind Redeemed blest! True God of God! In Whom we see The Father's Image clear expressed. 2. Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'd To make our mortal flesh Thine own; And as a second Adam come, For the first Adam to atone. 3. That self same love that made the sky, Which made the sea, and stars, and earth, Took pity on our misery, And broke the bondage of our birth. 4. O Jesu! In Thy Heart divine May that same love forever glow, Forever mercy to mankind, From that exhaustless fountain flow. 5. For this Thy Sacred Heart was pierced, And both with Blood and Water ran; To cleanse us from the stains of guilt, And be the hope of strength of man. 6. To God the Father, and the Son, All praise, and pow'r, and glory be; With Thee, O holy Paraclete, Henceforth through a eternity. Page 93-94 ---------- No. 61 THE SACRED HEART To Jesus' Heart all burning Aloys Schlor Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. To Jesus' Heart, all burning With fervent love for men, My heart with fondest yearning Shall raise its joyful strain. Refrain While ages course along, Blest be with the loudest song The Sacred Heart of Jesus By ev'ry heart and tongue! 2. Too true I have forsaken Thy love by wilful sin; Yet now let me be taken Back by Thy grace again. 3. As Thou art meek and lowly, And ever pure of heart, So may my heart be wholly Of Thine the counterpart, 4. O that to me were given The pinions of a dove, I'd speed aloft to heaven, My Jesus' love to prove. 5. When life away is flying, And earth's false glare is done; Still, Sacred heart, in dying I'll say I'm all Thine own. Page 95-96 ---------- No. 62 THE SACRED HEART Heart of Jesus! golden chalice Processional Bishop Casartelli Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly with devotion 1. Heart of Jesus! golden chalice Brimming with the ruddy Wine, Trodden in the press of fury, Purest juice of truest vine, From the Vineyards of Engeddi, Quench this thirsty heart of mine. 2. Heart of Jesus! Comb of honey From the cleft of Calvary's rock, Sweetness coming from the Strong One, Dripping from the green-wood stock; Famishing of death is on us: Feed, oh, feed Thy hungry flock! 3. Heart of Jesus! Rose of Sharon Glist'ning with the dew of tears, All among the thorny prickles Lo! Thy blood-stained Head appears! Spread Thy fragrance all around us, Sweetly lulling all our fears! 4. Heart of Jesus! broken Vial Full of precious spikenard! Alabaster vase of ointment! See, our souls are sore and hard: Let Thy healing virtue touch them, And from sin's corruption guards! Page 97 ---------- No. 63 THE SACRED HEART To Christ, the Prince of Peace Summi Panentis filio Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani With Spirit 1. To Christ, the Prince of Peace, And Son of God most high, The Father of the world to come, Sing we with holy joy. Deep in His heart for us The wound of love He bore; That love, wherewith He still inflames The hearts that Him adore. 2. O Jesus! Victim blest! What else but love divine, Could Thee constrain to open thus That Sacred Heat of Thine? O Fount of endless life! O Spring of water clear! O Flame celestial cleansing all Who unto Thee draws near. 3. Hide me in Thy dear Heart, For thither do I fly; There seek Thy grace thro' life, In death Thine immortality. Praise to the Father be, And sole begotten Son, Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee While endless ages run. Page 98 ---------- No. 64 THE SACRED HEART O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart (Cor Jesu, Cor purissimum) Translated by Father M. Russell, S. J. Traditional Melody Con anima 1. O Heart of Jesus, purest Heart, A Shrine of holiness Thou art; Cleanse Thou, my heart, so sordid cold, And stained by sins so manifold. 2. Take from me, Lord, this tepid will, Which doth Thy Heart with loathing fill; And then infuse a spirit new, A fervent spirit, deep and true. 3. Most humble Heart of all that beat, Heart full of goodness, meek and sweet, Give me a heart more like to Thine, And light the flame of love in mine. 4. But, ah, were e'en my heart on fire With all the seraphim's desire, Till love a conflagration proved, Not yet wouldst Thou enough be loved. Page 99 ---------- No.65 THE SACRED HEART O dearest Love divine Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D. Nicola A. Montani Andante devoto 1. O dearest love divine, My heart to Thee I give, Exchanging it for Thine, That Thou in me may'st live. Most loving and most meek, Hearts only dost Thou seek: O may my heart but prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 2. Who can requite the love Shown in the wondrous plan, Whereby the God above For me became a Man? Thou say'st "Give Me thy heart!" With it I freely part Hoping that it may prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 3. Thy heart is opened wide That, freely ent'ring in, I may Thy guest abide, And new life begin. This doest Thou, to gain My love, and e'er retain: O may my answer prove A love like Thine, sweet Love! 4. Here in Thy Heart I find A haven of sweet rest, An ever-quite mind, A mansion of the Blest. Rock that was cleft for me, Behold, I fly to Thee, Like a world-weary dove, Home to its mated Love! Page 100 ---------- No. 66 THE SACRED HEART Sacred Heart! in accents burning Sacred Song Eleanor C. Donnelly (By permission) Ch. Gounod Adapted and arr. by N. A. Montani Moderato 1. Sacred Heart in accents burning Pour we forth our love of Thee; Here our hopes and here our yearnings Meet and mingle tenderly. Heart of mercy ever eager, All our woes and wounds to heal! Heart, most patient, Heart most pure! To our souls, Thy depths reveal. Refrain Sacred Heart of our Redeemer! Pierced with love on Calvary! Heart of Jesus ever loving, Make us burn with love of Thee! Praise to Thee! O Sacred Heart! 2. Heart of bounty Thou art bringing All Thy thirsting children here, Where the living waters springing Tell of hope and comfort near. O Thou Source of ev'ry blessing! Sweetest, strongest, holiest, blest! Be our treasure here on earth, And in Heav'n be Thou our rest. Page 101-102 ---------- No. 67 THE SACRED HEART All ye who seek a comfort sure (Old Office of the Sacred Heart) Translated by Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani Maestoso 1. All ye who seek a comfort sure In trouble and distress, Whatever sorrow vex the mind, Or guilt the soul oppress: Jesus, who gave Himself for you Upon the Cross to die, Opens to you His sacred Heart; Oh, to that Heart draw nigh! 2. Ye hear how kindly He invites; Ye hear His words so blest: "All ye that labor, come to Me, And I will give you rest." What meeker than the Saviour's Heart? As on the Cross He lay; It did His murderers forgive, And for their pardon pray. 3. O Heart! Thou joy of Saints on high, Thou Hope of sinners here! Attracted by these loving words, To Thee I lift my pray'r. Wash Thou my wounds in that dear Blood Which forth from Thee doth flow, New grace, new hope, inspire; a new And better heart bestow. Page 103-104 ---------- No. 68 THE SACRED HEART A Message from the Sacred Heart Father M. Russell Nicola A. Montani Allegro Moderato 1. A message from the Sacred Heart; What may its message be? "My Child, My Child, give Me thy heart My Heart has bled for thee." This is the message Jesus sends To my poor heart today, And eager from His Throne He bends To hear what I shall say. 2. A message to the Sacred Heart; Oh, bear it back with speed; "Come, Jesus, reign within my heart Thy Heart is all I need." Thus, Lord, I'll pray until I share That home whose joy Thou art; No message, dearest Jesus, there, For heart will speak to heart. Page 105 ---------- No. 69 THE SACRED WOUNDS There is an everlasting home M. Bridges M. Mattoni Slowly 1. There is an everlasting home Where contrite souls may hide, Where death and danger dare not come The Saviour's side. 2. It was cleft of matchless love Open'd when He had died: When mercy hailed in worlds above That wounded Side. 3. Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me, The grave of all my pride; Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee, Thy shelt'ring Side. 4. There issued forth a double flood, The sin atoning tide, In streams of water and of blood From that dear Side. 5. There is the only fount of bliss, In joy and sorrow tried; No refuge for the heart like this A Saviour's Side. 6. Thither the Church, thro' all her days Points as a faithful guide; And celebrates with ceaseless praise That spear-pierced Side. 7. There is the golden gate of heav'n, An entrance for the Bride, Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n Through Jesus' Side. Page 106 ---------- No. 70 THE SACRED WOUNDS Hail, Rock of Ages (From the Hymn "There is an everlasting home" No. 69) M. Bridges Nicola A. Montani Moderato (alla breve) 1. Hail, Rock of Ages, pierced for me, The grave of all my pride: Hope, peace and heav'n are all in Thee, Thy shelt'ring Side. 2. There issued forth a double flood The sin atoning tide, In streams of water and of blood From that dear Side. 3. There is the only fount of bliss, In joy and sorrow tried; No refuge for the heart like this A Saviour's Side. 4. There is the golden gate of heav'n, An entrance for the Bride, Where the sweet crown of life is giv'n, Through Jesus' Side. Page 107 ---------- No. 71 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD Hail, Jesus, hail! (Viva! Viva! Gesu) From the Italian by Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Con Spirito 1. Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take, And shed it all for me; Oh, blessed by my Saviour's Blood, My life, my light, my only good, To all eternity, To all eternity. 2. To endless ages let us praise The Precious Blood, whose price could raise The world from wrath and sin; Whose streams our inward thirst appease, And heal the sinner's worst disease, If he but bathe therein, If he but bathe therein. 3. Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells Of Christ's own Sacred Blood, Excels Earth's best and highest bliss: Oh ministers of wrath divine Hurt not the happy hearts that shine With those red drops of His, With those red drops of His. 4. Ah! There is joy amid the saints, And hell's despairing courage faints When this sweet song we raise: Oh louder then, and louder still, Earth with one mighty chorus fill, The Precious Blood to praise, The Precious Blood to praise. Page 108-109 ---------- No. 72 THE PRECIOUS BLOOD Glory be to Jesus (Viva! Viva! Gesu) See also Hymn No. 18 Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Nicola A. Montani Allegro modto 1. Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains Poured for me the life-blood From His Sacred Veins. Grace and life eternal In that Blood I find; Blest be His compassion, Infinitely kind! 2. Blest thro' endless ages Be the precious stream, Which from endless torment Doth the world redeem! There the fainting spirit Drinks of life her fill; There, as in a fountain, Laves herself at will. 3. Abel's Blood for vengeance Pleading to the skies; But the Blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. Oft as it is sprinkled On our guilty hearts, Satan in confusion Terror-struck departs. 4. Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Hell with terror trembles, Heav'n is filled with joy. Lift ye, then, your voices, Swell the mighty flood; Louder still, and louder Praise the Precious Blood. Page 110 ---------- No. 73 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, thou Star of ocean! Ave Maris Stella Translated by Father Caswall M. Taddei Andante religioso 1. Hail, thou start of the ocean! Portal of the sky, Ever Virgin Mother Of the Lord most high! 2. Oh! By Gabriel's Ave, Uttered long ago, Eva's name reversing, 'Stablish peace below. 3. Break the captive's fetters; Light on blindness pour; All our ills expelling, Ev'ry bliss implore. 4. Show thyself a Mother; Offer Him our sighs, Who for us Incarnate Did not thee despise. 5. Virgin of all Virgins! To thy shelter take us; Gentlest of the gentle! Chaste and gentle make us. 6. Still as on we journey, Help our weak endeavor; Till with thee and Jesus We rejoice forever. 7. Thro' the highest Heaven, To the Almighty Three, Father Son, Holy Spirit, One same glory be. Page 111 ---------- No. 74 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother Star of the Sea Sister M. From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly: with expression 1. Ave Maria! O Maiden, O Mother, Fondly thy children are calling on thee, Thine are the graces unclaimed by another, Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea! Refrain Mater Amabilis, ora pro nobis! Pray for thy children who call upon thee; Ave Sanctissima! Ave purissima! Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea! 2. Ave Maria! The night shades are falling, Softly our voices arise unto thee, Earth's lonely exiles for succor are calling, Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea! 3. Ave Maria! Thy children are kneeling, Words of endearment are murmured to thee; Softly thy spirit upon us is stealing Sinless and beautiful Star of the Sea! 4. Ave Maria! Thou portal of Heaven, Harbor of refuge, to thee we do flee: Lost in the darkness, by stormy winds driven, Shine on our pathway, fair Star of the Sea! Page 112-113 ---------- No. 75 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Daily, daily sing to Mary (A) Omni die dic Mariae St. Casimir Translated by Father Bittlestone Traditional Melody Arr. by N. A. M. With spirit 1. Daily, daily sing of Mary, Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feats, her actions worship With the hearts devotion true. Lost in wond'ring contemplation, Be her majesty confest! Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest! 2. She is mighty to deliver; Call her, trust her lovingly: When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea. Gifts of Heaven she has given Noble lady! To our race: She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace. 3. Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies, Who for us our Maker bore; For the curse of old inflicted, Peace and blessing to restore. Sing the songs of praise unending Sing the world's majestic Queen. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. 4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth: Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth: Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongue of eloquence, That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? Page 114-115 ---------- No.76 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Daily, daily sing to Mary (B) St. Casimir Processional Father Bittlestone Nicola. A. Montani Allegre modto 1. Daily, daily sing of Mary, Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feats, her actions worship With the hearts devotion true. Lost in wond'ring contemplation, Be her majesty confest! Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest! Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest! 2. She is mighty to deliver; Call her, trust her lovingly: When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea. Gifts of Heaven she has given Noble lady! To our race: She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace. She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace. 3. Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies, Who for us our Maker bore; For the curse of old inflicted, Peace and blessing to restore. Sing the songs of praise unending Sing the world's majestic Queen. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts she gives to men. 4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth: Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth: Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongue of eloquence, That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? Page 116-117 ---------- No. 77 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Mother of Mercy Mater Misericordiae Father Faber S. M. Yenn Andante religioso 1. Mother of mercy, day by day, My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way Like sands upon the great seashore. Thy gifts are strewn upon my way Like sands upon the great seashore. 2. Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be, When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? 3. But scornful men have coldly said Thy love was leading me from God; And yet in this I did but tread The very path my Saviour trod. And yet in this I did but tread The very path my Saviour trod. 4. They know but little of Thy worth Who speak the heartless words to me, For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 118-119 ---------- No.78 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, all hail, great Queen of Heaven! Our Lady of Lourdes Processional (The melody of Hymn No. 76 "Daily, Daily" may be used with this text, with repetition of the last two lines of the refrain.) Traditional Melody (1750) "Pone luctum" With spirit 1. Hail! all hail, great Queen of Heaven! Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes, 'Neath whose care our weary exile Is from countless ills secured! Refrain Then let men and Angels praise thee For each blessing thou'st procured, While in gladsome strains we're singing, Hail! Sweet Notre Dame de Lourdes! 2. Blest be thou above all others, Mary, mistress of the spheres, Star of hope, serenely beaming Thro' this darksome vale of tears. 3. Happy angels joy to own thee, O'er their choirs exalted high, Thron'd in blissful light and beauty, Empress of the starry sky. 4. As the fount is still unsealing Its pure treasure softly fair, May each drop be fraught with healing, Dearest Mother, at thy pray'r. Note: For Congregational singing it is suggested that the hymn be transposed a full tone lower. Page 120-121 ---------- No. 79 THE BLESSED VIRGIN O purest of creatures The Immaculate Conception Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. O purest of the creatures! Sweet Mother, sweet maid! The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid! Dark night hath come down on us Mother! And we Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 2. Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world, And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd: And the tempest-tost Church all her eyes are on Thee, They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 3. The Church doth what God had first taught her to do; He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true; Thro' the ages He looked, and He found none but thee, And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 4. He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair; For the empire of sin it had never been there; None had ever owned thee, dear Mother, but He, And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! And He bless'd thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! Page 122-123 ---------- No. 80 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Whither thus, in holy rapture? Quo sanctus ardor te rapit The Visitation Translated by the Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Joyously 1. Wither thus in holy rapture, Royal maiden, art thou bent? Why so fleetly art thou speeding Up the mountain's rough ascent? Filled with th'Eternal Godhead! Glowing with the Spirit's flame! Love it is that bears the onward, And supports thy tender frame. 2. Lo thine aged cousin claims thee, Claims thy sympathy and care; God her shame from her hath taken, He hath heard her fervent pray'r. Blessed Mothers! Joyful meeting! Thou in her, the hand of God, She in thee, with lips inspired, Owns the Mother of her Lord. 3. As the sun, his face concealing, In a cloud withdraws from sight, So in Mary then lay hidden He Who is the world's true light. Honor, glory, virtue, merit, Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son! With the Father, and the Spirit, While eternal ages run. Page 124-125 ---------- No. 81 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail Virgin, dearest Mary Queen of May S. M. Venn Moderato 1. Hail Virgin, dearest Mary! Our lovely Queen of May! A spotless, blessed Lady, Our lovely Queen of May. Thy children, humbly bending, Surround thy shrine so dear; With heart and voice ascending, Sweet Mary, hear our pray'r. 2. Behold earth's blossoms springing In beauteous form and hue. All nature gladly bring Her sweetest charms to you. We'll gather fresh, bright flowers, To bind our fair queen's brow; From gay and verdant bowers, We haste to crown thee now. 3. Hail Virgin, dearest Mary! Our lovely Queen of May, O spotless blessed Lady, Our lovely Queen of May. And now, our blessed Mother, Smile on our festal day; Accept our wreath of flowers, And be our Queen of May. By permission Copyright 1920 by S. M. Yenn Page 126 ---------- No. 82 THE BLESSED VIRGIN This is the image of the Queen Month of Mary Crowning Hymn Tr. Rev. E. Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N.A.M Joyously: Moderato 1. This is the image of the Queen Who reigns in bliss above; Of her who is the hope of men, Whom men and angels Love! Most holy Mary! at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In this thy own sweet month of May, Dear Mother of my God, I pray, Do thou remember me. 2. This homage offered at the feet Of Mary's image here To Mary's self at once ascends Above the starry sphere. Most holy Mary! at thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In all my joy, in all my pain, O Virgin born without a stain, Do thou remember me. 3. How fair soever be the form Which here your eyes behold, Its beauty is by Mary's self Excell'd a thousand-fold. Most holy Mary! At thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; In my temptations each and all From Eve derived in Adam's fall, Do thou remember me. 4. Sweet are the flowerets we have called This image to adorn; But sweeter far is Mary's self, That rose without a thorn! Most holy Mary! At thy feet I bend a suppliant knee; When on the bed of death I lie, By Him who did for sinners die, Do thou remember me. Page 127-128 ---------- No. 83 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail! Holy Queen, enthroned above Salve Regina Mater Misericordiae Traditional Melody Salve Regina Coelitum Andante moderato 1. Hail, holy Queen, enthron'd above O Maria! Hail, Mother of Mercy and of Love! O Maria! Refrain Triumph, all ye Cherubim, Sing with us, ye Seraphim, Heav'n and earth resound the hymn: Salve, salve, salve Regina. 2. Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria! Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria! 3. To thee we cry, poor sons of Eve, O Maria! To thee we sigh, we mourn, we grieve. O Maria! 4. This earth is but a veil of tears, O Maria! A place of banishment, of fears, O Maria! 5. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, O Maria! T'wards us thine eyes compassionate, O Maria! 6. When this our exile is complete, O Maria! Show us thy Son, our Jesus sweet, O Maria! 7. O clement, gracious, Mother sweet, O Maria! O virgin Mary, we entreat, O Maria! Page 129-130 ---------- No. 84 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, Queen of heaven Ave, Regina coelorum Rev. Dr. Lingard Traditional Melody Moderato 1. Hail, Queen of Heav'n, the ocean star, Guide of the Wanderer here below, Thrown on life's surge, we claim thy care, Save us from peril and from woe. Mother of Christ, Star of the sea, Pray for the wanderer, pray for me. 2. O gentle, chaste, and spotless Maid, We sinners make our pray'rs thro' thee; Remind the Son that he has paid The price of our iniquity. Virgin, most pure, Star of the Sea, Pray for the sinner, pray for me. 3. Sojourners in this vale of tears, To thee, blest Advocate, we cry, Pity our sorrows, calm our fears, And soothe with hope our misery. Refuge in grief, Star of the Sea, Pray for the mourner, pray for me. 4. And while to Him Who reigns above, In God-head One, in Persons Three, The Source of life, of grace, of love, Homage we pay on bended knee Do thou, bright Queen, Star of the Sea, Pray for the children, pray for me. Page 131 ---------- No. 85 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Remember, holy Mary Memorare St. Bernard Tr. Rev. M. Russell, S.J. from a Slovak Hymnal Adapted by N.A.M. Moderato 1. Remember, Holy Mary, 'Twas never heard or known That any one who sought thee And made to thee his moan, That any one who hastened For shelter to thy care, Was ever yet abandoned And left to his despair. 2. And so to thee, my Mother, With filial faith I call, For Jesus dying gave thee As Mother to us all. To thee, O Queen of virgins, O Mother meek, to thee I run with trustful fondness, Like child to mother's knee. 3. See at thy feet a sinner, Groaning and weeping sore Ah! Throw thy mantle o'er me, And let me stray no more. Thy Son has died to save me, And from His throne on high His heart this moment yearneth For even such as I. 4. All, all His love remember, And oh! Remember too How prompt I am to purpose, How slow and frail to do. Yet scorn not my petitions, But patiently give ear, And help me, O my Mother, Most loving and most dear. Page 132-133 ---------- No. 86 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hail, full of grace and purity The Rosary The Joyful Mysteries Father Conway, O. P. Isabella Montani Moderato 1. The Annunciation: Humility. Hail full of grace and purity! Meek Handmaid of the Lord, Hail model of humility! Chaste Mother of the Word. 2. The Visitation: Charity to our neighbors. By that pure love which prompted thee To seek thy cousin blest, Pray that the fires of charity May burn within our breast. 3. The Birth of Christ: Poverty. This blessing beg, O Virgin Queen, From Jesus through His birth, By holy poverty to wean Our hearts from things of earth. 4. Presentation in the Temple: Obedience. Most Holy Virgin Maiden mild, Obtain for us, we pray, To imitate thy Holy Child, By striving to obey. 5. The finding of Our Lord: Love Him and His service. By thy dear Son, restored to thee, This grace for us implore, To serve our Lord most faithfully, And love Him more and more. 6. Concluding Verse. Queen of the Holy Rosary, With tender love look down, And bless the hearts that offer thee This chaplet for thy crown. Page 134-135 ---------- No. 87 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Hear thy children, gentlest Mother Children's Hymn to Our Lady Father Stanfield M. Haydn Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. Hear thy children, gentlest Mother, Pray'rful hearts to thee arise; Hear us while our evening Ave Soars beyond the starry skies. Darkling shadows fall around us, Stars their silent watches keep; Hush the heart oppress'd with sorrow, Dry the tears of those who weep. 2. Hear, sweet Mother, hear the weary, Borne upon life's troubled sea; Gentle guiding Star of Ocean, Lead thy children home to thee. Still watch o'er us, dearest Mother, From thy beauteous throne above; Guard us from all harm and danger, 'Neath thy shelt'ring wings of love. Page 136 ---------- No. 88 THE BLESSED VIRGIN O Most holy one O Sanctissima Translated by Rev. J. M. Raker Sicilian Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Slowly, with devotion 1. O most holy one, O most lowly one, Dearest Virgin Maria! Mother of fair Love, Home of the Spirit Dove Ora, ora pro nobis. 2. Help us in sadness drear, Port of gladness near, Virgin Mother Maria! In pity heading, Hear our pleading, Ora, ora pro nobis. 3. Call we fearfully, Sadly, tearfully, Save us now, O Maria! Let us not languish, Heal thou our anguish, Ora, ora pro nobis. 4. Mother, Maiden fair, Look with loving care, Hear our pray'r, O Maria! Our sorrow feeling, Send us thy healing, Ora, ora pro nobis. Page 137 ---------- No. 89 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Mother of Christ Nicola A. Montani Not too slow (alla breve) 1. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I ask of thee? I do not sigh for the wealth of earth, For joys that fade and flee; But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, This do I long to see, The bliss untold which thine arms enfold, The treasure upon thy knee. 2. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I do for thee? I love thy Son with my whole strength My only King shall he be. Yes, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, This I do ask of thee, Of all that are dear or cherished here, None shall be dear as He. 3. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, I toss on a stormy sea, O lift thy child as beacon high To the port where I fain would be, Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, This do I ask of thee, When the voyage is o'er, O stand on the shore And show Him at last to me. Page 138 ---------- No. 90 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Raise your voices, vales and mountains Causa nostra laetitiae St. Alphonsus Liguori Translated by Rev. E. Vaughan William Schultes (1815-1879) Arr. by N. A. M. Joyfully (alla breve) 1. Raise your voices, vales and mountains, Flow'ry meadows, streams and fountains, Praise, O praise the loveliest Maiden The Creator ever made. 2. Murm'ring brooks your tribute bringing, Little birds with joyful singing, Come with mirthful praises laden To your Queen be homage paid. 3. Like a sun with splendor glowing Gleams thy heart with love o'erflowing, Like the moon in starry heaven Shines thy peerless purity. 4. Like the rose and lily blooming, Sweetly heav'n and earth perfuming Stainless, spotless thou appearest: Queenly beauty graces thee. Page 139 ---------- No. 91 THE BLESSED VIRGIN O Mother! most afflicted Our Mother of Sorrows Anonymous Traditional Melody (1638) Lento 1. O Mother! Most afflicted, Standing beneath that tree, Where Jesus hangs rejected On the hill of Calvary! Refrain O Mary! sweetest Mother, We love to pity thee; O! for the sake of Jesus Let us thy children be. 2. Thy heart is well-nigh breaking, Thy Jesus thus to see, Derided, wounded, dying, In greatest agony. 3. His livid Form is bleeding, His Soul with sorrow wrung, Whilst thou, afflicted Mother, Shar'st the torments of thy Son. 4. O Mary! Queen of Martyrs, The sword had pierced thy heart, Obtain for us of Jesus In thy grief to bear apart. 5. O dear and loving Mother! Entreat that we may be Near thee and thy dear Jesus Now and eternally Page 140-141 ---------- No. 92 SAINTS, St. Joseph O blessed Saint Joseph The Patronage of St. Joseph Father Faber Melody from the Trier Gesangbuch (1872) Moderato 1. O blessed Saint Joseph, how great was thy worth, The one chosen shadow of God upon earth, The father of Jesus! Ah then, wilt thou be, Sweet spouse of our Lady! A father to me? 2. For thou to the pilgrim art father and guide, And Jesus and Mary felt safe by thy side; Ah, blessed Saint Joseph, how safe I should be, Sweet spouse of our Lady! If thou wert with me! 3. When the treasures of God where unsheltered on earth, Safe keeping was found them both in thy worth; O father of Jesus, be father to me, Sweet spouse of our Lady! And I will love thee. Page 142 ---------- No. 93 SAINTS, St. Joseph Great Saint Joseph! Son of David Du aus David's Translated by Bishop Casartelli from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Con Spirito 1. Great Saint Joseph! Son of David, Foster father of our Lord, Spouse of Mary ever Virgin, Keeping o'er them watch and ward! In the stable thou didst guard them With a father's loving care; Thou by God's command didst save them From the cruel Herod's snare. 2. Three long days in grief and anguish With His Mother sweet and mild, Mary Virgin, didst thou wander Seeking the beloved Child. In the temple thou didst find Him: Oh! What joy then filled thy heart! In thy sorrows, in thy gladness Grant us, Joseph, to have a part. 3. Clasped in Jesus' arms and Mary's, When death gently came at last, Thy pure spirit sweetly sighing From its earthly dwelling passed. Dear Saint Joseph! By that passing May our death be like to thine; And with Jesus, Mary, Joseph, May our souls forever shine. Page 143-144 ---------- No. 94 SAINTS, St. Joseph Joseph, pure Spouse of that Immortal Bride Te Joseph Celebrent Translated by Father Caswall M. Mattoni Devoto (alla breve) 1. Joseph, pure spouse of that immortal Bride; Who shines in ever-virgin glory bright, Thro' all the Christian climes the praise be sung, Thro' all the realms of light. 2. Thine arms embraced thy Maker newly born: With Him to Egypt's desert didst thou flee: Him in Jerusalem didst seek and find; O grief, O joy for thee. 3. Not until after death their blissful crown Other obtain, but unto thee was giv'n, In thine own lifetime to enjoy thy God As do the blest in Heav'n. 4. Grant us great Trinity, for Joseph's sake Unto the starry mansions to attain; There, with glad tongues, thy praise to celebrate In one eternal strain. Page 145 ---------- No. 95 SAINTS, St. Joseph Hail! Holy Joseph, Hail! Father Faber From the Catholic Songbook (St. Gall 1863) Con Spirito 1. Hail, holy Joseph, hail! Chaste spouse of Mary hail! Pure as the lily flow'r In Eden's peaceful vale. Hail, holy Joseph, hail! Prince of the house of God! May His best graces be By thy sweet hands bestowed. 2. Hail, holy Joseph, hail! Comrade of Angels, hail! Cheer thou the hearts that faint, And guide the steps that fail. Hail, holy Joseph, hail! God's choice wert thou alone! To thee the Word made flesh, Was subject as a Son. 3. Hail, holy Joseph, hail! Teach us our flesh to tame, And, Mary, keep the hearts That love thy husband's name. Mother of Jesus! bless, And bless, ye saints on high, All meek and simple souls That to Saint Joseph cry. Page 146 ---------- No. 96 SAINTS, St. Patrick Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No. 1) Sister Agnes From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Maestoso 1. Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle, On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile; And now thou art high in the mansions above, On Erin's green valleys look down in love. 2. Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng; Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art; Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part! 3. In the war against sin, in the fight for faith, Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death; May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r, Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear. 4. Thy people, now exiles on many a shore, Shall love and revere thee till time be no more; And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright, Its warmth undiminished, undying its light. 5. Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth, Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth, And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam, For God and Saint Patrick and our native home. Page 147-148 ---------- No. 97 SAINTS, St. Patrick Hail, glorious Saint Patrick (No.2) Sister Agnes Ancient Irish Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Maestoso 1. Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! dear Saint of our isle, On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile; And now thou art high in the mansions above, On Erin's green valleys look down in love. 2. Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong Against Satan's wiles and a heretic throng; Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art; Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part! 3. In the war against sin, in the fight for faith, Dear Saint, may thy children resist to the death; May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and pray'r, Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear. 4. Thy people, now exiles on many a shore, Shall love and revere thee till time be no more; And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright, Its warmth undiminished, undying its light. 5. Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth, Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth, And our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam, For God and Saint Patrick and our native home. Page 149-150 ---------- No. 98 SAINTS, St. Peter Seek ye a Patron to defend? Si vis Patronum quaerere Translated by Father Caswall Nicola A. Montani 1. Seek ye a patron to defend Your cause? then, one and all, Without delay upon the Prince Of the Apostles call. Refrain Blest holder of the heav'nly Keys! Thy pray'rs we all implore; Unlock to us the sacred bars Of Heav'n's eternal door. 2. By penitential tears thou didst The path of life regain: Teach us with thee to weep our sins And wash away their stain. 3. The Angel touch'd thee and forthwith Thy chains from off thee fell Oh loose us from the subtle coils That link us close with Hell. 4. Firm Rock wheron the Church is based Pillar that cannot bend With strength endue us; and the Faith From heresy defend. Page 151-152 ---------- No. 99 SAINTS, St. Paul Lead us, great teacher Paul Translated from the Latin From a Slovak Hymnal Slowly 1. Lead us, great teacher Paul, in wisdom's ways, And lift our hearts with thine to heav'n's high throne, Till faith beholds the clear meridian blaze, And in the soul reigns charity alone. 2. Praise, blessing, majesty, thro' endless days, Be to the Trinity immortal giv'n, Who in pure unity profoundly sways, Eternally all things in earth and Heav'n. Page 153 ---------- No. 100 SAINTS, St. Anthony of Padua If great wonders thou desirest (Si quaeris) Translated by Father Aylward, O. P. Melody from a Slovak Hymnal Andante moderato 1. If great wonders thou desirest, Hopeful to Saint Anthony pray; Error, Satan, wants the direst, Death and pest his will obey, And the sick, who beg his pity, From their couches haste away. 2. Young and old are ever singing, Praises to Saint Anthony bringing; Stormy ocean calms its passion, Bonds and fetters break in twain, Treasures lost and limbs disabled, These his pow'r restores again. 3. Padua has been the witness Of these deeds six hundred years; Dangers flee and need must perish, Grief and sorrow disappear, Filling all the world with wonder, While the demons quake with fear. 4. Glory be to God the Father And to His coequal Son, To the Holy Ghost resplendent; One in Three--Three in One; Praise we Father, Son and Spirit While eternal ages run. Page 154-155 ---------- No. 101 SAINTS, St. John Baptist De La Salle Glorious Patron Sr. Mercedes J. Lewis Browne 1. Glorious Patron! Low before Thee Kneel Thy sons, with hearts aflame! And out voices blend in music, Singing praises to thy name. Saint John Baptist! Glorious Patron! Saint La Salle we sound thy fame. 2. Loyal to our Queen and Mother, At her feet didst vow thy heart, Earth, and all its joys, forsaking, Thou didst choose the better part. Saint La Salle, our glorious Father, Pierce our souls with love's one dart. 3. Model of the Christian teacher! Patron of the Christian youth! Lead us all to heights of glory, As we strive in earnest ruth. Saint La Salle! Oh, guard and guide use, As we spread afar the Truth! 4. In this life of sin and sorrow, Saint La Salle, oh, guide our way, In the hour of dark temptation, Father! Be our spirit's stay! Take our hand and lead us homeward, Saint La Salle, to Heav'ns bright day! Copyright MCMXIII by The Gilbert Music Co. By Permission Page 156-157 ---------- No. 102 SAINTS, St, Francis of Assisi Blessed Francis, holy Father Patron of Franciscan Tertiaries From the Fransciscan Manual From a Slovak Hymnal Arr by N. A. M. Con Anima 1. Blessed Francis, holy father, Now our hearts to thee we raise, As we gather 'round thine altar, Pouring forth our hymns of praise. Bless thy children, holy Francis, Who thy mighty help implore, For in heaven thou remainest, Still the father of the poor. 2. By thy love so deep and burning, For thy Saviour crucified; By the tokens which He gave thee On thy hands and feet and side: Bless thy children, holy Francis, With those wounded hands of thine, From thy glorious throne in heaven Where resplendently they shine. 3. Humble follower of Jesus. Likened to Him in thy birth, In thy way thro' life despising, For His sake the goods of earth: Make us love the priceless virtue By our hidden God esteemed, Make it valued, holy Francis, By the souls of the redeemed. 4. Teach us also, dear Saint Francis, How to mourn for ev'ry sin; May we walk in thy dear footsteps Till the crown of life we win. Bless thy children, holy Francis, With those wounded hands of thine, From thy glorious throne in heaven, Where resplendently they shine. Page 158-159 ---------- No. 103 SAINTS, St. John the Evangelist Saint of the Sacred Heart Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante 1. Saint of the Sacred Heart, Sweet teacher of the Word; Partner of Mary's woes And fav'rite of thy Lord! Thou to whom grace was giv'n To stand where Peter fell, Whose heart could brook the Cross Of Him it loved so well! 2. We know not all thy gifts; But this Christ bids us see, That He Who so loved all Found more to love in thee. When the last evening came, Thy head was on His Breast, Pillowed on earth where now In heav'n the Saints find rest. 3. Dear Saint I stand far off With vilest sins oppressed; Oh may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His Brest? His touch could heal the sick, His voice could raise the dead! Oh that my soul might be Where He allows thy head. 4. The gifts He gave to thee He gave thee to impart; And I, too, claim with thee His Mother and His Heart. Ah teach me, then, dear Saint! The secrets Christ taught thee, The beatings of His Heart, And how it beat for me. Page 160-161 ---------- No. 104 SAINTS, St. Jeanne d' Arc The Maid of France, with visioned eyes Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry (Written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal, all rights reserved) Ancient French Melody A traditional Catholic melody (Provencal Noel) known as "Marche dei Rei" words of which are attributed to King Rene. The Noel, over two centuries old, was utilized by Bizet in his incidental music to "L' Arlessierne." Arr. by N. A. M. 1. The Maid of France, with visioned eyes, Saw messengers from Paradise And Voices bore a hidden word That only by her ear was heard. Refrain O blessed Maid, the chant we raise That tells the meaning of thy praise: Thou teachest us the lesson grand Of love for God and Fatherland. 2. The Visions and the Voices spoke A wondrous message: "Break the yoke That burdens France, and crown your King, Sweet Herald of his triumphing!" 3. The Maid believed the great command, And fought for God and native land: A model she shall ever lamp To guide her feet in court or camp. 4. O who shall dare her glory paint? She lived a hero, dies a Saint: A model she shall ever stand Of love for God and Fatherland. Page 162-163 ---------- No. 105 SAINTS, St. Cecilia Let the deep organ swell the lay Rev. C. Pise Nicola. A. Montani Marcato 1. Let the deep organ swell the lay, In honor of this festive day; Let the harmonious choirs proclaim Cecilia's ever blessed name. Rome gave the virgin martyr birth, Whose holy name hath filled the earth; And from the early dawn of youth, She fixed her heart on God and truth. 2. Then from the world's bewild'ring strife, In peace she spent her holy life, Teaching the organ to combine With voice, to praise the Lamb divine, Cecilia, with a two-fold crown Adorned in Heav'n, we pray look down Upon thy fervent votaries here And harken to their humble pray'r. Page 164-165 ---------- No. 106 SAINTS, St. Agnes Sweet Agnes, Holy Child Anonymous Melody from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Andante religioso 1. Sweet Agnes, holy child, All purity, Oh, may we undefiled, Be pure as thee: Ready our blood to shed Forth as the martyrs led. The path of pain to tread, And die like thee. 2. O gentle patroness Of holy youth, Ask God all those to bless Who love the truth: Oh, guide us on our way Unto th'eternal day, With hearts all pure and gay, Dear Saint, like thine. 3. Look down and hear our pray'r From realms above, Show us thy tender care, Thy guiding love: Oh, keep us in thy sight, Till in th'unclouded light Of Heav'n's pure vision bright We dwell with thee. Page 166 ---------- No. 107 SAINTS, St. Ursula Afar upon a foreign shore Ancient Breton Melody Arr. by N. A. M Andante religioso 1. Afar upon a foreign shore A martyr's crown thy love did win, Thy life, thy death to Jesus giv'n, With Him to reign forevermore Refrain Hail Blessed Saint, hail Ursula! Obtain for us, we pray, That love may make us martyrs too, And in our hearts hold sway. 2. O happy Saint! Upon whose way God's special love a glory cast, Thy sorrows o'er thy tempest past, Thou sharest His eternal day. 3. To God the Father with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Be glory while the ages flow, From all above and all below. Page 167-168 ---------- No. 108 SAINTS, St. Vincent de Paul O blessed Father sent by God Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. O blessed Father! Sent by God His mercy to dispense, Thy hand is out o'er all the earth, Like God's own providence. There is no grief nor care of men, Thou dost not own for thine, No broken heart thou dost not fill With mercy's oil and wine. 2. Thy miracles are works of love, Thy greatest is to make Room in a day for toils that weeks In other men would take. All cries of suff'ring thro' the earth Upon thy mercy call, As tho' thou wert, like God himself, A Father unto all. 3. Dear Saint not in the wilderness Thy fragrant virtues bloom, But in the city's crowded haunts, The alley's cheerless gloom. When hunger hid itself to die, Where guilt in darkness dwelt, Thy pleasant sunshine can by stealth Thy hand and heart were felt. 4. For charity anointed thee O'er want and woe and pain; And she hath crowned thee emperor Of all her wide domain. Vincent! Like Mother Mary, thou Art no one's patron saint; Eyes to the blind, health to the sick, And life to those who faint. Page 169-170 ---------- No. 109 SAINTS, Feasts of Virgins Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir Jesu, corona Virginum For Unison, or Two-Part Chorus of Equal Voices Translated by Father Caswall P. Piel Moderato 1. Dear Crown of all the Virgin-choir That holy Mother's Virgin Son! Who is, alone of womankind, Mother and Virgin both in one. 2. Encircles by thy Virgin band, Amid the lilies Thou art found; For thy pure brides with lavish hand Scatt'ring immortal graces round. 3. And still whatever Thou dost bend Thy lovely steps, O glorious King, Virgins upon Thy steps attend, And hymns to Thy glory sing. 4. Keep us, O Purity divine, From ev'ry least corruption free; Our ev'ry sense from sin refine, And purify our souls for Thee. 5. To God the Father, and the Son, All honor, glory, praise be giv'n; With Thee, coequal Paraclete! Forevermore in earth and Heav'n. Page 171 ---------- No. 110 SAINTS, Feasts of Apostles Now let the earth with joy resound Exsultet orbis gaudiis Translated by Father Caswall Lachmannov Spevnicek Arr. by N. A. M. Joyously and with animation (alla breve) 1. Now let the earth with joy resound; And Heav'n the chant re-echo round; Nor Heav'n nor earth too high can raise The great Apostles' glorious praise. 2. O ye who, throned in glory dread, Shall judge the living and the dead! Lights of the world forevermore! To you the suppliant pray'r we pour. 3. So when the world is at its end, And Christ to judgement shall descend, May we be called these joys to see Prepared from all eternity. 4. Praise to the Father, with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One; As ever was in ages past, And so shall be while ages last. Page 172 ---------- No. 111 ANGELS Hark! hark! my soul The Pilgrims of the Night Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Moderato (alla breve) 1. Hark! Hark! My soul! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life where sin shall be no more! Refrain Angels of Jesus! Angels of light! Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. 2. Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark. 3. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! Turn their weary steps to Thee. 4. Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love. Page 173-174 ---------- No. 112 ANGELS Dear Angel! ever at my side The Guardian Angel Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Semplice 1. Dear angel! Ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in Heav'n To guide a sinful child like me. 2. Thy beautiful and shining face, I see not, tho' so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice Too deaf am I to hear. 3. But when, dear Spirit, I kneel down, Both morn and nigh to pray'r, Something there is within my heart, Which tells me thou art there. 4. Oh! When I pray thou prayest too, Thy pray'r is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently. 5. Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now More humble will I be: But I am weak, and when I fall, O weary not of me. 6. Then love me, love me, Angel dear! And I will love thee more; And help me when my soul is cast Upon th'eternal shore. Page 175 ---------- No. 113 THE HOLY SOULS Help, Lord, the Souls which Thou hast made The Faithful departed Cardinal Newman From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Andante 1. Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, The souls to Thee so dear, In prison for the debt unpaid, Of sins committed here. 2. These holy souls, they suffer on Resigned in heart and will, Until The high behest is done, And justice has its fill. 3. For daily falls, for pardoned crime They joy to undergo The shadow of Thy Cross sublime, The remnant of Thy woe. 4. Oh, by their patience of delay, Their hope amid their pain, Their sacred zeal to burn away Disfigurement and stain. 5. Oh, by their fire of love, not less In keenness than in flame, Oh, by their very helplessness, Oh, by Thy own great Name. 6. Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid The souls to Thee most dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here. Page 176 ---------- No. 114 THE HOLY SOULS Ye Souls of the Faithful O vos fideles animae Tr. by Father Caswall from an Italian Hymn Book Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. Ye souls of the faithful, who sleep in the Lord, Who yet are shut out from your final reward: O! would I could lend you assistance to fly From prison below to your palace on high. 2. O Father of mercies, Thine anger withhold; These works of Thy Hand in Thy mercy behold: Too oft from Thy path they have wandered aside, But Thee, their Creator, they never denied. 3. O tender Redeemer, their misery see: Deliver the souls that were ransomed by Thee: Behold how they love Thee, despite of their pain: Restore them, restore them to favor again. 4. O Spirit of Grace, Thou Consoler divine, See how for Thy presence they longingly pine, To lift, to enliven their sadness, descend; And fill them with peace and with joy in the end. Page 177 ---------- No. 115 THE HOLY SOULS O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Lento 1. O turn to Jesus, Mother! Turn, And call Him by His tenderest names; Pray for Holy Souls that burn This hour amid the cleansing flames. 2. Ah! They have fought a gallant fight; In death's cold arms they persevered; And after life's uncherry night, The arbour of their rest is neared. 3. They are the children of thy tears; Then hasten, Mother, to their aid; In pity think each hour appears An age while glory is delayed. 4. O Mary, let thy Son no more His lingering Spouses thus expect: God's children to their God restore, And to the Spirit His elect. 5. Pray, then, as thou hast ever prayed; Angels and souls, all look to thee; God waits thy pray'rs, for He hath made Those pray'rs His law of charity. Page 178 ---------- No. 116 THE HOLY SOULS Unto him, for whom this day Recessional Rt. Rev. Msgr. H. T. Henry, Litt. D. Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso (non troppo lento) 1. Unto him, for whom, this day; Juste judex ultionis We in love and pity pray; Donum fac remissionis Refrain Pie Jesu Domine, Dona ei requiem. 2. When at Judgement he shall stand, Rex tremendae majestatis, Grant him what Thy love hath planned, Qui salvandos salvas gratis. 3. He hath fought the gallant fight Inter oves locum praesta, Lead Him on to Heaven's light Statuens in parte dextra. Page 179 ---------- No. 117 THE HOLY SOULS Out of the depths De Profundis S. Webbe With devotion 1. Out of the depths to Thee, O Lord, I cry, Lord! Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh; If sins of men Thou scann'st, who may stand That searching eye of Thine, and chast'ning hand? 2. Oh, bear our pray'rs and sighs, Redeemer blest, And grant Thy holy souls eternal rest And let perpetual light upon them shine; For tho' not spotless, still these souls are Thine. 3. To be appeased in wrath, dear Lord, is Thine; Thou mercy with Thy justice canst combine; Thy blood our countless stains can wash away: This is Thy, law our hope and steadfast stay. 4. This God Himself shall come from Heav'n above, The Christ! The God of mercy and of love! He comes, He comes! The God Incarnate He! And by His glorious death makes all men free! Page 180 ---------- No. 118 HEAVEN Jerusalem the Golden Urbs Sion aurea Bernard of Cluny J. Grabowski Translated by J. M. Neale Arr. by N. A. M. Con Moto 1. Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest; I know not--Oh, I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. 2. They stand, those Halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an Angel, And all the Martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, His light is always seen; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 3. There is the throne of David, And bliss without alloy; The shout of them that triumph, The song of festal joy; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. 4. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Page 181-182 ---------- No. 119 HEAVEN Jerusalem, my happy home L. Anderson, S. J. From an Italian Hymnal Modrato (alla breve) 1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have and end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2. O happy harbor of the Saints, O sweet and pleasant soil: In thee no sorrow may be found. No grief, no care, no toil. 3. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears not sway, There is no hunger, heat or cold But pleasure ev'ry way. 4. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same, Partaker, aye to be. Page 183 ---------- No. 120 HEAVEN O Paradise! O Paradise! Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest: Refrain Where loyal hearts and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight? 2. O Paradise! O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold; 3. O Paradise! O Paradise! 'Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near; 4. O Paradise! O Paradise! I want to sin no more; I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; 5. O Paradise! O Paradise! I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me; Page 184-185 ---------- No. 121 THE CHURCH Faith of our Fathers Fideles ad mortem Father Faber Nicola. A. Montani Maestoso, ben marcato 1. Faith of our Fathers: living still In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word. Refrain Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to thee till death. 2. Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free: How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee! 3. Faith of our Fathers! We will love Both friend and foe in all our strife: And preach thee too, as love knows how By kindly words and virtuous life: Page 186-187 ---------- No. 122 THE CHURCH Long Live the Pope Hymn for the Pope Rt. Rev. Msgr. Hugh T. Henry, Litt. D. H. G. Ganss Maestoso 1. Long live the Pope! His praises sound again and yet again: His rule is over space and time; His throne the hearts of men: All hail! The Shepherd King of Rome, The theme of loving song: Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong. Let all the earth his glory sing, And heav'n the strain prolong. 2. Beleaguered by the foes of earth, Beset by hosts of hell, He guards the loyal flock of Christ, A watchful sentinel: And yet, amid the din and strife, The clash of mace and sword, He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord, He bears alone the shepherds staff, This champion of the Lord. 3. His signet is the Fisherman's; No sceptre does he bear; In meek and lowly majesty He rules from Peter's Chair: And yet from ev'ry tribe and tongue, From clime and zone, Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne, Three hundred million voices sing, The glory of his throne, 4. Then raise the chant, with heart and voice, In church and school and home: "Long live the Shepherd of the Flock! Long live the Pope of Rome!" Almighty Father, bless his work, Protect him in his ways, Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days," Receive his pray'rs, fulfil his hopes and grant him "length of days." Page 188-189 ---------- No. 123 THE CHURCH Blest is the Faith Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Maestoso 1. Blest is the Faith, divine and strong Of thanks and praise and endless fountain, Whose life is one perpetual song, High up the Saviour's holy mountain. Refrain Oh, Sion's songs are sweet to sing, With melodies of gladness laden; Hark! how the harps of angels ring, Hail! Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden 2. Blest is the Hope that holds to God, In doubt and darkness still unshaken, And sings along the heav'nly road, Sweetest when most it seem forsaken. 3. Blest is the Love that cannot love Aught that earth gives of best and brightest; Whose raptures thrill like saints' above, Most when its earthly gifts are lightest. Page 190-191 ---------- No. 124 FOR CHILDREN Hear Thy Children, gentle Jesus Father Stanfield M. Haydn Arr. by N. A. M. Animato 1. Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus, While we breath our daily prayer, Save us from all harm and danger, Take us 'neath Thy shelt'ring care. Save us from the wiles of Satan, 'Mid the lone and sleepful night, Sweetly may bright Guardian Angels Keep us 'neath their watchful sight. 2. Gentle Jesus, look in pity, From Thy great white throne above; All the night Thy Heart is wakeful, In Thy Sacrament of love. Shades of even fast are falling, Day is fading into gloom, When the shades of death fall 'round us, Lead Thine exiled children home. Page 192-193 ---------- No. 125 FOR CHILDREN Little King, so fair and sweet School Hymn S.N.D. From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Unison 1. Little King, so fair and sweet, See us gathered at Thy feet: Be Thou Monarch of our school, It shall prosper 'neath Thy rule. We will be Thy subjects true, Brave to suffer, brave to do; All our hearts to Thee we bring, Take them, keep them, little King. 2. Raise Thy little hand to bless All our childhood's happiness; Bless our sorrow and our pain, That each cross may be our gain. Be Thine own sweet childhood, Lord, Sanctify each though and word, Set Thy seal on ev'ry thing Which we do, O little King. 3. Be our Teacher when we learn, All the hard to easy turn; Be our Playmate when we play, So we shall indeed be gay. Keep us happy, keep us pure, While our childhood shall endure, All its days to Thee we bring, Bless them guard them, little King. 4. And when holidays have come, Call Thy children to Thy home, In that gentle voice of Thine, Which we know, sweet Child divine. At the gate, oh, meet us thus, As we loved Thee--Child like us; Stretch Thine hands in welcoming To Thine own, O little King. Page 194-195 ---------- No. 126 FOR CHILDREN The Infant Jesus When Blossoms flowered 'mid the snows A Christmas Carol For Unison Chorus (Gesu Bambino) Frederick H. Martens Pietro A. Yon Copyright 1917 by J. Fischer & Bro. By permission of J. Fischer & Bro. Owners of Copyright British Copyright Secured Andante mosso 1. When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows Upon a winter night, Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose, The King of Love and Light. The angels sang, the shepherds sang The grateful earth rejoiced; And at His blessed birth the stars Their exultation voiced. Refrain O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 2. Again the heart with rapture glows To greet the holy night, That gave the world its Christmas Rose, Its King of Love and Light. Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name, The grateful chorus swell. From paradise to earth He came That we with Him might dwell. Page 196-197 ---------- No. 127 FOR CHILDREN The Infant Jesus Dear little One! how sweet Thou art Christmas For additional Children's Hymn see No. 87 Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante 1. Dear little One! How sweet Thou art, Thine eyes, how bright they shine; So bright, they almost seem to speak When Mary's look meets Thine! 2. How faint and feeble is Thy cry, Like plaint of harmless dove, When Thou dost murmur in Thy Sleep Of sorrow and of love. 3. When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep'st, Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. 4. Saint Joseph takes Thee in his arms, And smoothes Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up in to his face So helpless and so meek. 5. Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, A thing of smiles ands tears; Yet Thou art God, and Heav'n and earth Adore Thee with their fears. Page 198 ---------- No. 128 HOLY COMMUNION Acts of Faith, Hope and Contrition Great God, whatever through Thy Church From a Slovak Hymnal Maestoso 1. Faith Great God, whatever thro' Thy Church Thou teachest to be true, I firmly do believe it all, And will confess it, too. Thou never canst deceived be, Thou never canst deceive, For Thou art truth itself, and Thou Dost tell me to believe. 2. Hope My God, I firmly hope in Thee, For Thou art great and good; Thou gavest us Thine only Son To die upon the Rood. I hope thro' Him for grace to live As Thy commandments teach, And thro' Thy mercy, when I die The joys of Heav'n to reach. 3. Love With all my heart and soul and strength, I love Thee, O my Lord, For Thou art perfect, and all things Were made by Thy blest Word. Like me to Thine own image made, My neighbor Thou didst make, And as I love myself, I love My neighbor for Thy sake. 4. Contrition Most Holy God, my very soul With grief sincere is mov'd, Because I have offended Thee, Whom I should e'er have lov'd. Forgive me, Father; I am now Resolved to sin no more, And by Thy holy grace to shun What made me sin before. Page 199-200 ---------- No. 129 HOLY COMMUNION O Lord, I am not worthy Nicola A. Montani Lento con espressione 1. O Lord, I am not worthy That Thou shoud'st come to me; But speak the words of comfort, My spirit healed shall be. 2. And humbly I'll receive Thee, The Bridegroom of my soul, No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or fly Thy sweet control. 3. O Mighty Eternal Spirit Unworthy tho' I be Prepare me to receive Him And trust the Word to me. Page 201 ---------- No. 130 HOLY COMMUNION Jesus, Thou art coming Acts before Communion From a Slovak Hymnal Moderato 1. Jesus Thou art coming, Holy as Thou art Thou the God who made me, To my sinful heart. Jesus, I believe it On Thy only word; Kneeling I adore Thee As my King and Lord. 2. Who am I, my Jesus, That Thou com'st to me? I have sinned against Thee, Often, grievously; I am very sorry I have caused Thee pain; I will never, never, Wound Thy Heart again. 3. Trust Put Thy kind arms round me, Feeble as I am; Thou art my Good Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Since Thou comest, Jesus, Now to be my Guest, I can trust Thee always, Lord, for all the rest. 4. Love and Desire Dearest Lord, I love Thee, With my whole, whole heart, Not for what Thou givest, But for what Thou art. Come, oh, come, sweet Saviour! Come to me, and stay, For I want Thee, Jesus, More than I can say. 5. Offering and Petition Ah! What gift or present, Jesus, can I bring? I have nothing worthy Of my God and King; But Thou art my Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Take myself, dear Jesus, All I have and am. 6. Take my body, Jesus, Eyes, and ears, and tongue; Never let them, Jesus Help to do Thee wrong. Take my heart, and fill it Full of love for Thee; All I have I give Thee, Give Thyself to me. Page 202-203 ---------- No. 131 HOLY COMMUNION Jesus, Jesus come to me Hymn before Communion For additional Communion Hymns see Nos. 49, 51, 54, and Hymns in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. See also "Acts," Nos. 128, 129, 130, 145, Tr. Sister Jeanne Marie Traditional Melody Slowly 1. Jesus, Jesus, come to me, All my longing is for Thee, Of all friends the best Thou art, Make of me Thy counterpart. 2. Jesus, I live for Thee, Jesus, I die for Thee, I belong to Thee, For-e're in life and death. Page 204 ---------- No. 132 CONFIRMATION My God, accept my heart this day M. Bridges Nicola. A. Montani Slowly with devotion 1. My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. 2. Before the cross of Him who dies, Behold I prostrate fall; Let ev'ry sin be crucified, Let Christ be all in all. 3. Anoint me with Thy heav'nly grace, Adopt me for Thine own, That I may see Thy glorious face And worship at Thy throne. 4. May the dear blood, once shed for me, My best atonement prove; That I from first to last may be The purchase of Thy love! 5. Let ev'ry thought, and work, and word, To Thee be ever giv'n Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heav'n! Page 205 ---------- No. 133 MISSIONS Jesus, my Lord! behold at length the time Act of Contrition Bishop Chadwick Traditional Melody Moderato 1. Jesus, my Lord! Behold at length the time When I resolve to turn away from crime. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee; 2. Since my poor soul Thy precious Blood has cost Suffer it not forever to be lost. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee; no, never more. 3. Kneeling in tears, behold me at Thy feet Like Magdalene, forgiveness I entreat. Oh pardon me, Jesus: Thy mercy I implore; I will never more offend Thee; Page 206 ---------- No. 134 MISSIONS God of mercy and compassion Rev. E. Vaughan Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. God of mercy and compassion! Look with pity upon me; Father! Let me call Thee Father, 'Tis Thy child returns to Thee. Refrain Jesus, Lord, I ask for mercy; Let me not implore in vain; All my sins I now detest them, Never will I sin again. 2. By my sins I have abandoned Right and claim to Heav'n above, Where the Saints rejoice forever In a boundless sea of love. 3. See our Saviour, bleeding, dying, On the Cross of Calvary; To the Cross my sins have nailed Him, Yet He bleeds and dies for me. Page 207 ---------- No. 135 GENERAL Jesus, ever-loving Saviour Hymn for a Happy Death Franz Schubert Arr. by N. A. M. 1. Jesus, ever loving Saviour, Thou didst live and die for me, Living, I will live to love Thee, Dying, I will die for Thee, Jesus! Jesus! By Thy death and sorrow, Help me in my agony. 2. When the last dread hour approaching Fills my guilty soul with fear; All my sins rise up before me, All my virtues disappear. Jesus! Jesus! Turn not Thou in anger from me, Mary, Joseph, then be near. 3. Mary, thou canst not forsake me, Virgin mother undefiled; Thou didst not abandon Jesus Dying, tortued and reviled. Jesus! Jesus! Send Thy Mother to console me: Mary, help Thy guilty child! 4. Jesus, when the cruel anguish Dying on the shameful tree, All abandoned by Thy Father, Thuo didst writhe in agony. Jesus! Jesus! By these three long hours of sorrow Thou didst purchase hope for me. 5. Then, by all that Thou didst suffer, Grant me mercy in that day; Help me, Mary, my sweet Mother, Holy Joseph, near me stay. Jesus! Jesus! Let me die, my lips repeating, Jesus, mercy! Mary, pray! Page 208-209 ---------- No. 136 GENERAL, The Holy Family Happy we who thus united Rev. E. Vaughan "Ave Virgo" 15th Century melody Arr. by N. A. M. Allegro moderato 1. Happy we, who thus united Join in cheerful melody; Praising Jesus, Mary, Joseph, In the "Holy Family." Jesus, Mary, Joseph, help us, That we ever true may be, To the promises that bind us To the "Holy Family." 2. Jesus, Whose almighty bidding All created things fulfill, Lives on earth in meek subjection To His earthly parents' will. Sweetest Infant, make us patient And obedient for Thy sake, Each us to be chaste and gentle, All our stormy passions break. 3. Mary! thou alone were chosen Virgin Mother of thy Lord: Thou didst guide the earthly footsteps Of the Great Incarnate Word. Dearest Mother! Make us humble; For thy Son will take His rest In the poor and lowly dwelling Of a humble sinner's breast. 4. Joseph! Thou wert called the father Of thy Maker and thy Lord; Thine it was to save thy Saviour From the cruel Herod's sword. Suffer us to call thee father; Show to us a father's love; Lead us safe thro' ev'ry danger Till we meet in heav'n above. Page 210-211 ---------- No. 137 GENERAL, The Rosary, The Glorious Mysteries By the first bright Easter Day For the Joyful Mysteries see Hymn No. 86 C. M. Caddell From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M. Allegro moderato 1. The Resurrection By the first bright Easter day, When the stone was rolled away; By the glory round Thee shed At Thy rising from the dead. Refrain King of Glory, hear our cry; Make us soon Thy joy to see, Where enthroned in majesty Countless angels sing to Thee. 2. The Ascension By Thy parting blessing giv'n, As Thou didst ascend to Heav'n, By the cloud of living light That received Thee out of sight. 3. The Descent of the Holy Ghost By the rushing sound of might Coming down from heaven's height; By the cloven tongues of fire, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire. 4. The Assumption of our Lady See the Virgin Mother rise, Angels bear her to the skies; Mount aloft, imperial Queen, Plead on high the cause of men! 5. The Coronation of our Lady Mary reigns upon the throne Preordained for her alone; Saints and angels round her sing, Mother of our God and King. Page 212-213 ---------- No. 138 GENERAL, Evening Hymn Sweet Saviour! bless us ere we go Father Faber Nicola A. Montani Andante ma non troppo 1. Sweet Saviour! Bless us ere we go; Thy word into our minds instill; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Refrain Thro' life's long day and deaths dark night, O gentle Jesus! be our light; Jesus! be our light. 2. The day is done; its hours have run; And Thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, and frequent fall. 3. Grant us, dear Lord! From evil ways True absolution and release; And bless us more than in past days With purity and inward peace. 4. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call; Oh let Thy mercy make us glad; Thou art out Jesus and our All. Page 214-215 ---------- No. 139 GENERAL, Evening Hymn As fades the glowing orb of day Jam sol recedit igneus Translated by T. J. Potter S. Webbe (1740-1816) Moderato 1. As fades the glowing orb of day, To Thee, great source of light, we pray; Blest Three in One, to ev'ry heart Thy beams of life and love impart. 2. At early dawn, at close of day, To Thee our vows we humbly pay; May we, 'mid joys that never end, With Thy bright saints in homage bend. Page 216 ---------- No. 140 GENERAL, Evening Hymn When day's shadows lengthen Mane nobiscum, quoniam ad vesperascit Dr. F. G. Lee Traditional Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Andante 1. When day's shadows lengthen, Jesus, be Thou near: Pardon, comfort, strengthen, Chase away my fear; Love and hope be deepen'd, Faith more strong and clear. 2. When the night grows darkest, And the stars are pale, When the foemen gather In death's misty vale, Be Thou Sword and Buckler, Be Thou Shield and Mail. 3. Come, Thou Food of angels, Source of ev'ry grace, In Thy Father's mansions Give me soon a place; That unveiled in splendor I may see Thy Face. 4. Then be near me, Jesus, Enemies shall flee: Hidden God and Saviour, Thou my comfort be: Food, and Priest, and Victim, Let me feed on Thee. 5. So shall no fears chill me On that unknown shore; For in death He conquered, And can die no more. His Hand guards and guides me To the heav'nly door. 6. Bless'ed warfare over, Endless rest alone; Tears no more, nor sorrow, Neither sigh nor moan, But a song of triumph Round about the throne. Page 217-218 ---------- No. 141 GENERAL, The Praise of God Praise we our God with joy Processional Canon Oakeley Nicola A. Montani Allegro maestoso (with well-marked rhythm) 1. Praise we our God with joy And gladness never ending; Angels and Saints with us Their grateful voices blending. He is our Father dear, O'erfilled with Father's love; Mercies unsought, unknown He showers from above, 2. He is our Shepherd true, With watchful care unsleeping; On us, his erring sheep, An eye of pity keeping. He with a mighty arm The bonds of sin doth break, And to our burden'd hearths In words of peace doth speak. 3. Bleeding, we lay, but He With soothing bands hath bound us; Dark was our path, but He Hath poured His light around us; Graces in copious streams From that pure fountain come, Down to our heart of hearts, Where God hath set his home. 4. His Word our lantern is, His Peace our consolation; His sweetness all our rest, Himself our great Salvation! Then live we all to God, Rely on Him in faith, Be He our guide in life, Our joy, our hope, in death. Page 219-220 ---------- No. 142 GENERAL Praise to the Holiest in the height Dream of Gerontius Processional Cardinal Newman Nicola A. Montani With spirit 1. Praise the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise; In all His words most wonderful, Most sure in all His ways! 2. O loving wisdom of our God! When all was sin and shame, A second Adam to the fight And to the rescue came. 3. O wisest love! That flesh and blood Which did in Adam fail, Should strive afresh against the foe; Should strive and should prevail; 4. And that a higher gift than grace Should flesh and blood refine, God's Presence and His very Self, And Essence all divine. 5. O gen'rous love! The He who smote In man for man the foe, The double agony in man For man should undergo; 6. And in the garden secretly, And on the Cross on High, Should teach His brethren and inspire To suffer and to die. Page 221-222 ---------- No. 143 GENERAL Lord, for tomorrow and its needs ("Just for today") Sister M. Xavier Nicola A. Montani Slowly 1. Lord, for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray: Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, Just for today. Let me both diligently work, And duly pray: Let me be kind in word or deed, Just for today. 2. Let me be slow to do my will, Prompt to obey: Help me to mortify my flesh, Just for today. Let me no wrong or idle word Unthinkingly say; Set Thou a seal upon my lips, Just for today. 3. Let me in season, Lord, be grave, In season, gay; Let me be faithful to Thy Grace, Just for today. And if today my tide of life Should ebb away, Give me Thy Sacraments divine, Sweet Lord, today. 4. In purgatory's cleansing fires Brief be my stay; Oh, bid me, if today I die, Go home today. So, for tomorrow and its needs, I do not pray; But keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, just for today. Page 223 ---------- No. 144 GENERAL Why art thou sorrowful? The Remembrance of Mercy Father Faber S. M. Yenn Moderato 1. Why art thou sorrowful, servant of God? And what is this dulness that hangs o'er thee now? Sing the praises of Jesus, and sing them aloud, And the song shall dispel the dark cloud from thy brow. Sing the praises of Jesus, and sing them aloud, And the song shall dispel the dark cloud from thy brow. 2. Oh, is there a thought in the wide world so sweet, As that God has so cared for us, bad as we are, That He thinks for us, plans for us, stoops to entreat, And follows us, wander we ever so far? That He thinks for us, plans for us, stoops to entreat, And follows u, wander we ever so far? 3. Oh, then, when the spirit of darkness comes down With clouds of uncertainties into thy heart, One look to thy Saviour, one thought of thy crown, And the tempest is over, the shadows depart. One look to thy Saviour, one thought of thy crown, And the tempest is over, the shadows depart. 4. That God hath once whispered a word in thine ear, Or sent thee from Heaven one sorrow for sin, Is enough for a life both to banish all fear, And to turn into peace all the troubles within. Is enough for a life both to banish all fear, And to turn into peace all the troubles within. Page 224-225 ---------- No. 145 GENERAL Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity For acts of Contrition etc. see Nos. 128, 133, and Hymns for Holy Communion Anon St. Patrick's Hymn Book Moderato (Recitativo libero) (A) ACT OF FAITH My God, I believe in Thee, And all Thy Church doth teach, Because Thou hast said it And Thy word is true. (B) ACT OF HOPE My God, I hope in Thee, For Grace and for glory, Because of Thy promises, Thy mercy, and Thy pow'r. (C) ACT OF CHARITY My God, because Thou art so good, I love Thee with all my heart, And for Thy sake. I love my neighbor as myself. Page 226-227 ---------- No. 146 OUR MOTHER OF SORROWS Passiontide and B. V. M. What a Sea of Tears and Sorrows O quot undis lacrymarum Tr. by Rev. F. Campbell Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Andante religioso 1. What a sea of tears and sorrows Did the soul of Mary toss To and fro upon its billows While she wept her bitter loss; In her arms her Jesus holding, Torn so newly from the Cross. 2. Oh, that mournful Virgin Mother, See her tears how fast they flow Down upon His mangled Body Wounded Side and thorny Brow; While His Hands and Feet she kisses, Picture of immortal woe. 3. Oft, and oft His Arms and Bosom, Fondly straining to her own; Oft, her pallid lips imprinting On each Wound of her dear Son: Till at last in swoons of anguish, Sense and consciousness are gone. 4. Gentle Mother, we beseech thee, By thy tears and troubles sore; By the death of thy dear Offspring, By the bloody Wounds He bore; Touch our hearts with that true sorrow Which affected thee of yore. Page 228-229 ---------- No. 147 GENERAL The Divine Praises Organ sustains chords in recitations J. Lewis Browne Slowly Blessed be God! Blessed be His Holy Name! Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true Man! Blessed be the Name of Jesus; Blessed be His most Sacred Heart, Blessed Jesus in the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar! Blessed be the great Mother of God, Mary most holy! Blessed be her Holy and Immaculate Conception; Blessed be the Name of Mary, Virgin and Mother. Blessed be Saint Joseph her most chaste spouse. Blessed be God in His angels and in His Saints Page 230-231 ---------- No. 148 GENERAL The Lord's Prayer Our Father, Who Art in Heaven Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso Our Father Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name; Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth, as it is heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; But deliver us from evil. Amen. Page 232 ---------- No. 149 GENERAL Hail. Mary, full of Grace The Angelical Salutation Nicola A. Montani Devoto (Slowly) Con espressione Hail Mary, full of grace; The Lord is with thee: Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners, now, And at the hour of our death. Amen. Page 233 ---------- No. 150 HOLY MATRIMONY Lord, Who at Cana's Wedding Feast A. Thrupp J. Lewis Browne Moderato 1. Lord, who at Cana's wedding feast Didst as a guest appear, Thou, dearer far than earthly guest, Vouchsafe Thy presence here; 2. For holy Thou indeed dost prove The marriage vow to be, Proclaiming it a type of love Between the Church and Thee. 3. The holiest vow that man can make, The golden thread of life, The bond that none may dare divide, That bindeth man to wife. 4. Which blest by Thee, whate'er betides, No evil shall destroy, Thro' careworn days each care divides, And doubles ev'ry joy. 5. On those who at Thine altar kneel, O Lord, Thy blessing pour, That each may wake the other's zeal To love Thee more and more: 6. Oh grant them here in peace to live, In purity and love, And, this world leaving, to receive A crown of life above. Amen. Copyright Gilbert Music Co. Chicago, Ill. By permission Page 234 ---------- No. 151 ADVENT Creator Alme Siderum D. Thermignon 1. Creator alme siderum, Aeterna lux credentium, Jesu, Redemptor omnium, Intende votis supplicum. 2. Qui daemonis ne fraudibus Periret orbis impetu Amoris, actus, languidi Mundi mendela factus es. 3. Commune qui mundi nefas Ut expiares, ad crucem E Virginis sacrario Intacta prodis victima. 4. Cujus potestas gloriae, Nomenque cum primum sonat, Et coelites et inferi Tremente curvantur genu. 5. Te deprecamur, ultimae Magnum diei Judicem, Armis supernae gratiae Defende nos ab hostibus. 6. Virtus, honor, laus, gloria Deo Patri cum Filio, Sancto simul Paraclito, In saeculorum saecula. Amen. Page 235 ---------- No. 152 Veni, Veni Emmanuel Ancient Chant 1. Veni, veni Emmanuel! Captivum solve Israel Qui gemit in exilio Privatus Dei Filio. Refrain Gaude, Gaude, Emmanuel Nascetur pro te, Israel. 2. Veni, O Jesu Virgula! Ex hostis tuos ungula De specu tuos tartari, Educ, et antro barathri 3. Veni, veni O Oriens! Solare nos adveniens: Noctis depelle nebulas, Dirasque noctis tenebras. 4. Veni Clavis Davidica! Regna, reclude coelica Fac iter tutum supernum Et claude vias inferum. Page 236 ---------- No. 153 O Emmanuel Antiphonae Majores Second Mode O Emmanuel, Rex et legifer noster, exspectatio gentium Et Salvator earum: veni Ad Salvandum nos. Domine Deus noster. Page 237 ---------- No. 154 En Clara Vox Redarguit First Mode Antiphoale (Vatican Edition) 1. En clara vox redarguit Obscura quaeque personans: Procul fugentur somnia, Ab alto Jesus promicat. 2. Mens jam resurgat torpida, Non amplius jacens humi: Sidus refulget jam novum, Ut tollat omne noxium. 3. En Agnes ad nos mittitur Laxare gratis debitum: Omnes simul cum lacrimis Precemur indulgentiam. 4. Ut cum secundo fulserit, Metuque mundum cinxerit, Non pro reatu puniat, Sed nos pius tune protegat. 5. Virtus, honor, laus, gloria Deo Patri cum Filio, Sancto simul Paraclito, In saeculorum saecula. Amen. Page 238 ---------- No. 155a CHRISTMAS Jesu Redemptor Omnium Vatican Antiphonale 1. Jesu Redemptor omnium, Quem lucis ante originem, Parem paternae gloriae, Pater supremis edidit. 2. Tu lumen et splendor Patris, Tu spes perennis omnium: Intende quas fundunt preces Tui per orbem servuli. 3. Memento rerum Conditor, Nostri quod olim corporis, Sacrata ab alvo Virginis Nascendo, formam sumpseris. 4. Testatur hoc praesens dies, Currens per anni circulum, Quod solus e sinu Patris Mundi salus ad veneris. 5. Hunc astra, tellus, aequora, Hunc omne quod coelo subest, Salutis auctorem novae Novo salutat cantico. 6. Et nos, beata quos sacri Rigavit unda sanguinis, Natalis ob diem tui, Hymni tributum solvimus. 7. Jesu, tibi sit gloria, Qui natus es de Virgine, Cum Patre et almo Spiritu, In sempiterna saecula. Amen. Page 239 ---------- No. 155b Jesu Redemptor Omnium Alternate setting by Taler Dominican Monk Monastery of Strasbourg 1361 Arr. by N. A. M. May be sung in alternate fashion with 155a 1. Jesu Redemptor omnium, Quem lucis ante originem, Parem paternae gloriae, Pater supremis edidit. 2. Tu lumen et splendor Patris, Tu spes perennis omnium: Intende quas fundunt preces Tui per orbem servuli. Amen. Page 240 ---------- No. 156 Resonet in Laudibus Christmas Song of the XIV Century 1. Resonet in laudibus Cum jucundus plausibus, Sion cum fidelibus. Refrain Apparuit quem genuit Maria Gaudete, Gaudete, Christus natus hodie! Gaudete, Gaudete, ex Maria Virgine. 2. Sion lauda Dominum Salvatorem omnium Virgo parit Filium. 3. Pueri concurrite Nato Regi psallite Voce pia dicite. 4. Natus est Emmanuel Quem praedixit Gabriel Testis est Ezechiel 5. Juda cum cantoribus Gradere de foribus Et dic cum pastoribus. 6. Qui regnat in aethere, Venit ovem quaerere, Nolens eam perdere. Page 241 ---------- No. 157 Ecce Nomen Domini Emmanuel Ecce Nomen Domini Emmanuel, Quod annuntiatum est per Gabriel, hodie apparuit in Israel: Per Mariam Virginem est natus Rex. Eia! Virgo Deum genuit, Ut divina voluit clementia. In Bethlehem natus est, Et in Jerusalem visus est, et in omnem terram honorificatus est, Rex Israel. Page 242-243 ---------- No. 158 Adeste Fideles Traditional Melody Aedante 1. Adeste, fideles, laeti triumphantes; Venite, venite in Bethlehem: Natum videte Regem Angelorum: Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Dominum. 2. En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas Vocati pastores approperant: Et nos ovanti gradu festinebus: Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Dominum. 3. Aeterni Parentis splendorem aeternum Velatum sub carne videbimus: Deum infantem panis involutum: Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Dominum. 4. Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem Piis foveamus amplexibus: Sic nos amantem quis non redamaret? Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Dominum. Page 244-245 ---------- No. 159 Puer Nobis Nascitur David Scheideman (1570-1625) Moderato 1. Puer nobis nascitur Rector angelorum In hoc mundo pascitur Dominus Dominorum. 2. In praesepe ponitur sub foeno jumentorum Cognovit bos et asinus Christum regem coelorum. 3. Hinc Herodes timuit Magna cum tremore Infantes et pueros Occidet prae dolore. 4. Qui natus ex Maria Die hodierna Perducat nos cum gratia Ad gaudia superna. 5. Angeli laetati sunt Etiam de Deo Cantaverunt: gloria Sit in excelsis Deo. 6. Nos de tali gaudio Concinamus choro, In chordis et organo Benedicamus Domino. 7. Laus et jubilatio Nostro sit in ore, Et semper angelicas Deo dicamus gratias. Page 246 ---------- No. 160 Tollite Hostias Motet for two or four part chorus C. St. Saens Arr. by N. A. M. Allegro Maestoso 1. Tollite hostias, et introite in atria ejus. 2. Adorate, adorate Dominum in atrio Sancto ejus. 3, 4. Laetentur coeli et exsultet terra Ante faciem Domini quoniam venit. 5. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. 6. Laetentur coeli et exsultet terra Ante faciem Domini quoniam venit. Page 247 ---------- No. 161a THE HOLY NAME Jesu Dulcis Memoria Motet for four part chorus St. Bernard T. L. da Vittoria Arr. by N. A. M. Lento Jesu dulcis memoria, Dans vera, vera cordis gaudia, gaudia Sed super mel et omnia, super mel et omnia ejus dulcis praesentia, dulcis praesentia. Page 248 ---------- No. 161b Jesu Dulcis Memoria For unison or two part chorus Cornelius Schmuck (abridged) Moderato 1. Jesu dulcis memoria, Dans vera cordis gaudia, gaudia Sed super mel et omnia, Ejus dulcis praesentia. 2. Nil canitur suavius, Nil auditur jucundius, Nil cogitatur dulcius, Quam Jesus Dei Filius 3. Jesu, spes paenitentibus, Quam pius es petentibus! Quam bonus te quaerentibus! Sed quid invenientibus, 4. Nec lingua valet dicere, Nec littera exprimere: Expertus potest credere, Quid sit Jesum diligere. 5. Sis, Jesu, nostrum gaudium, Qui es futurus praemium: Sit nostra in te gloria, Per cuncta semper saecula. Amen. Page 249 ---------- No. 161c Jesu Dulcis Memoria Vatican Antiphonale 1. Jesu dulcis memoria, Dans vera cordis gaudia: Sed super mel et omnia, Ejus dulcis praesentia. 2. Nil canitur suavius, Nil auditur jucundius, Nil cogitatur dulcius, Quam Jesus Dei Filius 3. Jesu, spes paenitentibus, Quam pius es petentibus! Quam bonus te quaerentibus! Sed quid invenientibus, 4. Nec lingua valet dicere, Nec littera exprimere: Expertus potest credere, Quid sit Jesum diligere. 5. Sis, Jesu, nostrum gaudium, Qui es futurus praemium: Sit nostra in te gloria, Per cuncta semper saecula. Amen. Page 250 ---------- No. 162a LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Stabat Mater (1) Sequentia Jacopone da Todi (d.1306) Traditional Melody from the Maintzeseh Gesangbuch (1661) Lento 1. Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat Filius. 2. Cujus animam gememtem, Contristatam et dolentem, Pertransivit gladius. 3. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater Unigeniti! 4. Quae moerebat et dolebat, Pia Mater dum videbat Nati poenas inclyti. 5. Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? 6. Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? 7. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. 8. Vidit suum dulcem Natum Moriendo desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. 9. Eia Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac, ut tecum lugeam. 10. Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. 11. Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide. 12. Tui Nati vulnerati, Tam dignati pro me pati, Poenas mecum divide. 13. Fac me tecum pie flere, Crucifixo condolere, Donec ego vixero. 14. Juxta crucem tecum stare, Et me tibi sociare In planctu desidero. 15. Virgo virginum praeclara, Mihi jam non sis amara: Fac me tecum plangere; 16. Fac ut portem Christi mortem, Passionis fac consortem Et plagas recolere. 17. Fac me plagis vulnerari, Fac me cruce inebriari, Et cruore Filii; 18. Flammis ne urar succensus, Per te Virgo, sim defensus In die judicii. 19. Christe, cum sit hinc exire Da per Matrem me venire Ad palmam victoriae; 20. Quando corpus morietur, Fac ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen. Page 251-252 ---------- No. 162b Stabat Mater (2) G. M. Nanini (1540-1607) Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato assai Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat Filius. ---------- No. 162c Stabat Mater (3) Giuseppe Tartini (1692-1770) Andante Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat Filius. Page 253 ---------- No. 163 PALM SUNDAY MUSIC by Franz Schubert Edited and revised by N. A. Montani After the sprinkling of Holy Water, the Palms are blessed and the Choir sings the following Antiphon: Hosanna Filio David Allegro moderato Hosanna Filio David: Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Rex Israel: Hosanna in excelsis. Page 254 ---------- No. 164 In Monte Oliveti After the singing of the Lesson the following Responsory is sung Adagio 1. In monte Oliveti oravit ad Patrem: Pater, si fieri potest, transeat a me calix iste. Spiritus quidem promptus est Caro autem infirma: Fiat volutas tua. 2. Vigilate, et orate, orate, ut non intretis, intretis, intentationem. After the Preface (with responses in ferial form, as at Requiem, see No. 259 (8)) the choir sings the Sanctus and Benedictus. Page 255 ---------- No. 165 Sanctus and Benedictus Fr. Schubert Adagio Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua, Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini Hosanna in excelsis. Page 256 ---------- No. 166 Pueri Hebraeorum After a number of prayers and responses, at the distribution of Palms, the choir sings the following Antiphon. Fr. Schubert Andante Pueri Hebraeorum, portantes ramos olivarum, obviaverunt Domino, clamantes, et dicentes: Hosanna in excelsis. Page 257 ---------- No. 167 Cum Angelis et Pueris Just before the Procession takes place the Deacon sings; "Procedamus in pace" the choir answers: "In nomine Christi. Amen." The following is then sung; Fr. Schubert Allegro moderato Cum Angelis et pueris fideles in veniamur, triumphatori mortis clamantes: Hosanna in excelsis. When the procession has reached the portal of the Church two or four chanters enter and, facing the door begin the "Gloria Laus;" the clergy and singers outside repeat the verse. Chanters sing each new stanza while the singers outside repeat the "Gloria Laus". At the end of the last stanza the procession enters the church the music being changed to "Ingrediente." Page 258 ---------- No. 168 Gloria, Laus et Honor O. Ravanello (abridged) Moderato 1. Gloria, laus, et honor, tibi sit Rex Christi Redemptor: Cui puerile decus prompsit Hosanna pium. 2. Israel es tu Rex, Davidis et inclyta proles: Nomine qui in Domini, Rex benedicte, venis 3. Coetus in excelsis te laudat Coelicus omnis Et mortalis homo, et cuncta creata simul. 4. Plebs Hebraea tibi cum palmis obvia venit: Cum prece, voto, hymnis, adsumus ecce tibi. 5. Hi tibi passuro solvebant munia laudis: Nos tibi regnanti, pangimus ecce melos. 6. Hi placuere tibi, placeat devotio nostra; Rex bone, Rex clemens, cui bona cuncta placent. Page 259 ---------- No. 169 Ingrediente Fr. Schubert Andante 1. Ingrediente Domino in sanctam civitatem, Hebraeorum pueri, resurrectionem vitae pronuntiantes. Cum ramis palmarum Hosanna clamabunt in excelsis. 2. Cumque audisset popolus quod Jesus veniret, Jerosolymam, exierunt obviam ei. Cum ramis palmarum Hosanna clamabunt in excelsis. Page 260 ---------- No. 170 HOLY WEEK RESPONSORIES In Monte Oliveti For two or four part Chorus Michael Haydn (1778) Edited and revised by N. A. M. Andante moderato In monte Oliveti oravit ad Patrem: Pater, si fieri potest, transeat a me calix iste: Spiritus quidem promptus est, caro autem infirma: Fiat voluntas tua. Vigilate, et orare, ut non intretis in tentationem. Page 261-262 ---------- No. 171 Tristis est anima mea M. Haydn Revised by N. A. M. Largo con espressione Tristis est anima mea usque ad mortem; sustinete hic, et viglate mecum; nunc videbitis turbam, quae circumdabit me. Vos fugam capietis, et ego vadam immolari pro vobis: Ecce appropinquat hora, et Filius hominis tradetur in manus peccatorum. Page 263 ---------- No. 172 Una hora non potuistis vigilare M. Haydn Revised by N. A. M. Adagio con espressione Una hora non potuistis viglare mecum, qui exhortabamini mori pro me? Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? Quid dormitis? Surgite, et orate, ne intretis in tentationem. Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? Page 263-264 ---------- No. 173 Tanquam ad latronem existis M. Haydn Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato Tanquam ad latronem existis com gladiis et fustibus comprehendere me: Quotidie apud vos eram in templo docens, et non me tenuistis, et ecce flagellatum ducitis ad crucufigendum. Cumque injecissent manus in Jesum, et tenuissent eum, dixit ad eos. Quotidie apud vos eram in templo docens, et non me tenuistis, et ecce flagellatum ducitis ad crucufigendum. Page 265-266 ---------- No.174 Velum templi scissum est M. Haydn Edited by N. A. M. Con anima Velum templi scissum est, Et omnis terra tremuit; latro de cruce clamabat, dicens: Memento mei, Domine, dum veneris in regnum tuum. Petrae scissae sunt, et monumenta aperta sunt, et multa corpora sanctorum, qui dormierant, surrexerunt. Et omnis terra tremuit; Latro de cruce clamabat, dicens: Memento mei, Domine, dum veneris in regnum tuum. Page 266-267 ---------- No. 175 Tenebrae factae sunt Michael Haydn Edited by N. A. M. Lento Tenebrae factae sunt, dum crucifixissent Jesum Judaei, et circa horam nonam, exclamavit Jesus voce maga: Deus meus, ut quid me dereliquisti? Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum, spiritum. Exclamans Jesus voce magna ait: Pater, in manus tuas commendo spiritum meum. Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum, spiritum. Page 268-269 ---------- No.176 Ecce, Quomodo moritur justus Michael Haydn Edited and revised by N. A. M Lento Ecce, quomodo moritur justus, et nemo percipit corde; et viri justi tolluntur, et nemo considerat. A facie iniquitatis sublatus est justus: Et erit in pace memoria ejus Tanquam agnus coram tondente se obmutuit, et non aperuit os suum; de angustia, et de judicio sublatus est. Et erit in pace memoria ejus. Ecce, quomodo moritur justus, et nemo percipit corde; et viri justi tolluntur, et nemo considerat. A facie iniquitatis sublatus est justus: Et erit in pace memoria ejus. Page 270-271 ---------- No. 177 Unus ex discipulis meis Michael Haydn Revised by N. A. M. Andante religioso Unus ex discipulis meis tradet me hodie: Vae illi per quem tradar ego; Melius illi erat, si natus non fuisset. Qui intingit mecum in paropside, hic me traditurus est in manus peccatorum. Melius illi erat, si natus non fuisset. Melius illi erat, si natus non fuisset. Page 272-273 ---------- No. 178 Recessit Pastor noster Michael Haydn Edited by N.A.M. Andante moderato Recessit pastor noster, fons aquae vivae, ad cujus transitum sol obscuratus est; Nam et ille captus est, qui captivum tenebat primum hominem: hodie portas mortis et seras pariter Salvator noster dirupit. Destruxit quidem claustra inferni, et subvertit potentias diaboli. Nam et ille captus est, qui captivum tenebat primum hominem: hodie portas mortis et seras pariter Salvator noster dirupit. Page 274 ---------- No. 179 Omnes amici mei dereliquerunt me Michael Haydn Edited by N. A. Montani Lento con espressione Omnes amici mei dereliquerunt me, et praevaluerunt insidiantes mihi; tradidit me, quem diligebam: Et terribilibus oculis plaga crudeli percutientes, aceto potabant me. Inter iniquos projecerunt me, et non pepercerunt animae meae. Et terribilibus oculis plaga crudeli percutientes, aceto potabant me. Page 275 ---------- No. 180 Ecce vidimus eum Michael Haydn Arr. by N. A. M. Andante sostenuto Piu vivo Ecce! vidimus eum non habentem speciem, neque decorem: aspectus ejus in eo non est: hic peccata nostra portavit, et pro nobis dolet; ipse autem vulneratus est propter iniquitates nostras, cujus livore sanati sumus. Vere languores nostros ipse tulit, et delores nostros ipse potavit. Cujas livore sanati sumus. Cujas levore sanati sumus. Page 276-277 ---------- No. 181 Caligaverunt oculi mei Michael Haydn Edited and revised by N. A. M. Andante moderato Caligaverunt oculi mei a fletu meo; quia elongatus est a me, qui consolabatur me. Videte omnes populi: Si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus. O vos omnes, qui transitis per viam, attendite et videte! si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus. Caligaverunt oculi mei a fletu meo; quia elongatus est a me, qui consolabatur me. Videte omnes populi: Si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus. Page 278-279 ---------- No. 182a LENT AND PASSIONTIDE Vexilla Regis Prodeunt (1) Vatican Graduale 1. Vexilla Regis prodeunt: Fulget Crucis mysterium, Quo carne carnis Conditor Suspensus est patibulo. 2. Quo vulneratus insuper Mucrone diro lanceae, Ut nos lavaret crimine, Manavit unda et sanguine. 3. Impleta sunt quae concinit, David fideli carmine; Dicens: in nationibus Regnavit a ligno Deus. 4. Arbor decora et fulgida, Ornata Regis purpura, Electa digno stipite, Tam sancta membra tangere. 5. Beata, cujus brachiis, Saecli pependit pretium; Statera facta corporis; Praedamque tulit tartari. 6. O Crux, ave, spes unica; Hoc Passionis tempore, Auge piis justitiam Reisque dona veniam. 7. Te summa Deus Trinitas, Collaudet omnis spiritus, Quos per Crucis mysterium, Salvas, rege per saecula. Amen. Page 280 ---------- No. 182 b Vexilla Regis Prodeunt (2) The entire hymn may be sung to the melody given at 182a or if preferred may be sung alternately with this melody (l82 b). N. A. Montani Con moto 1. Vexilla Regis prodeunt: Fulget Crucis mysterium, Quo carne carnis Conditor Suspensus est patibulo. 2. Quo vulneratus insuper Mucrone diro lanceae, Ut nos lavaret crimine, Manavit unda et sanguine. Page 281 ---------- No. 182c Vexilla Regis Prodeunt (3) Traditional Melody (1699) Andante 1. Vexilla Regis prodeunt: Fulget Crucis mysterium, Quo carne carnis Conditor Suspensus est patibulo. 2. Quo vulneratus insuper Mucrone diro lanceae, Ut nos lavaret crimine, Manavit unda et sanguine. 3. Impleta sunt quae concinit, David fideli carmine; Dicens: in nationibus Regnavit a ligno Deus. 4. Arbor decora et fulgida, Ornata Regis purpura, Electa digno stipite, Tam sancta membra tangere. 5. Beata, cujus brachiis, Saecli pependit pretium; Statera facta corporis; Praedamque tulit tartari. 6. O Crux, ave, spes unica; Hoe Passionis tempore, Auge piis justitiam Reisque dona veniam. 7. Te summa Deus Trinitas, Collaudet omnis spiritus, Quos per Crucis mysterium, Salvas, rege per saecula. Amen. Page 282 ---------- No. 183 THE SEVEN LAST WORDS Music for the Three Hours' Agony Note: These short pieces may be sung before the principal discourse on each word and a Haydn Passion Motet or an appropriate Lenten Hymn, either in English or Latin may be given at the close First Word: "Pater, dimitte illis" Ch. Gounod Abridged and revised by N. A. M. Adagio con espressione Pater, dimitte illis, non enim sciunt, quid faciunt, non enim sciunt quid faciunt. ---------- Second Word: 184 Amen dico tibi, hodie mecum eris in Paradiso Ch. Gounod Moderato Amen dico tibi, Hodie, Hodie mecum eris in Paradiso Page 283 ---------- No. 185 Third Word: "Mulier, ecce filius tuus! Ecce mater tua!" Ch. Gounod Andante Mulier, Mulier, ecce filius tuus! Ecce mater tua! Ecce mater, mater tua. Page 284 ---------- No. 186 Fourth Word "Deus meus, ut quid dereliquisti me?" Ch. Gounod Lento con espressione Deus meus, Deus meus, Ut quid dereliquisti me? ut quid dereliquisti me? Page 285 ---------- No. 187 Fifth Word: "Sitio" Th. Dubois Revised and adapted by N. A. M. Adigio (unison or Solo) Sitio, Sitio, Sitio, Sitio. Page 286 ---------- No. 188 Sixth Word: "Consummatum est" Th. Dubois Adapted by N. A. M. Andante "Consummatum est." (Et inclinato capite, tradidit spiritum). "Consummatum est." ---------- No. 189 Seventh Word: "Pater, in manus tuas" Th. Dubois (adapted) Adagio Pater, in manus tuas commendo spiritum meum. Pater, in manus tuas commendo spiritum meum. Page 287 ---------- No. 190a Adoramus te Christe (1) Th. Dubois Adagio Adoramus te Christe, et benedicimus tibi: Adoramus te Christe, et benedicimus tibi: quia per sanctam crucem tuam redemisti mundum. Adoramus te Christe, et benedicimus tibi: Adoramus te Christe, Page 288 ---------- No. 190b Adoramus te Christe (2) Motet for four part Chorus G. P. da Palestrina Edited by N. A. M. Lento Adoramus te Christe, et benedicimus tibi: quia per sanctam crucem tuam redemisti mundum. qui passus es pro nobis; Domine, Domine, miserere nobis. Page 289 ---------- No. 191 ANTIPHON FOR GOOD FRIDAY Ecce lignum Crucis At the uncovering of the Cross From the Vatican Graduale Sung three times, in successively higher keys. Celebrant Ecce lignum Crucis, in quo salus mundi pependit. Venite adoremus. Page 290 ---------- No. 192 Popule meus The following Improperia is sung during the adoration of the cross. Vittoria Full text added by N. A. M. 1. Popule meus, quid feci tibi? Aut in quo contristavi te? Responde mihi. 2. Quia eduxi te de terra Acgypti: Parasti crucem Salvatori tuo. 3. Agios Theos. 4. Sanctus Deus. 5. Agios Ischyros. 6. Sanctus fortis. 7. Agios Athanatos, eleison imas. 8. Sanctus, immortalis miserere nobis. Page 290-291 ---------- No. 193 Christus factus est Pietro A. Yon (written expressly for the St. Gregory Hymnal) Lento Christus factus est pro nobis obediens usque ad mortem, obediens usque ad mortem. (mortem autem crucis.) ( exaltavit.) Propter quod et Deus, exaltavit illum, et dedit illi nomen, quod est super omne nomen. Page 292 ---------- No. 194 HOLY SATURDAY MUSIC After the blessing of the Font the following order is observed: (A) The Litany of the Saints is sung. (B) The Kyrie follows (Chant or figured music without organ) then the "Gloria" is intoned (C) the choir beginning with "Et in terra pax" (with organ accompaniment). The Epistle is sung after which the "Alleluia" (D) is intoned. This is sung three times in successively higher keys by the celebrant, unaccompanied, and each time is repeated by the choir in the same key as taken by the celebrant (with accompaniment, if preferred). Alleluia. Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus: quoniam in saeculum misericordia ejus. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: et collaudate eum omnes populi. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: Et veritas Domini manet in aeternum. The Gospel response in then sung; see No. 259 (4) Credo and Offertory are ommitted. Preface follows with usual responses (see 259-5) after which the Sanctus and Benedictus are sung. The "Agnus Dei" is not sung, but after the Communion the choir proceeds with the following Antiphon and Psalm. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes; laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet in aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri et Filio; et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper; et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Alleluia (H) is repeated; then choir proceeds immediately with the Antiphon "Vespere." (I) Vespere autem sabbati quae lucescit in prima sabbati, Venit Maria Magdalene, et altera Maria, videre sepulcrum, alleluia. To Magnificat No. 216, After the Magnificat the Antiphon "Vespere" (I) is repeated, the celebrant then sings "Dominus Vobiscum" with proper choir response, then after a short oration and another "Dominus" the deacon sings the Paschal "Ite Missa Est" (J) the choir responding in the manner indicated. (K) Ite missa est, alleluia, alleluia. Deo gratias, alleluia, alleluia. Page 293-294-295-296 ---------- No. 195 EASTERTlDE O filii et filiae Jean Tisserand (d. 1494) Traditional Melody 1. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. O filii et filiae Rex coelestis, Rex gloriae Morte surrexit hodie. Alleluia 2. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Et mane prima sabbati, Ad ostium monumenti Accesserunt discipuli. Alleluia. 3. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Et Maria Magdalene, Et Jacobi, et Salome Venerunt corpus ungere. Alleluia. 4. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. In albis sedens Angelus Praedixit mulieribus In Galliaea est Dominus. Alleluia. 5. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Et Joannes Apostolus Cucurrit Petro citius, Monumento venit prius. Alleluia. 6. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Discipulis astantibus, In medio stetit Christus, Dicens: Pax vobis omnibus. Alleluia. 7. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Postquam audivit Didymus Quia surrexerat Jesus, Remansit fide dubius. Alleluia. 8. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Vide Thoma, vide latus Vide pedes, vide manus, Noli esse incredulus. Alleluia. 9. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Quando Thomas Christi latus, Pedes vidit atque manus, Dixit: Tu es Deus meus. Alleluia. 10. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Beati qui non viderunt, Et firmiter crediderunt, Vitam aeternam habebunt. Alleluia. 11. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. In hoc festo sanctissimo Sit laus et jubilatio, Benedicamus Domino. Alleluia. 12. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. De quibus nos humillimas Devotas atque debitas Deo dicamus Gratias. Alleluia. Page 297-298 ---------- No. 196 Victimae Paschali laudes Sequence for Easter Vatican Graduale First mode transposed. 1. Victimae Paschali laudes immolent Christiani. 2. Agnus redemit oves: Christus innocens Patri reconciliavit peccatores. 3. Mors et vita duello conflixero mirando: dux vitae mortuus regnat vivus. 4. Die nobis Maria, quid vidisti in via? 5. Sepulcrum Christi viventis, et gloriam vidi resurgentis. 6. Angelicos testes, sudarium, et vestes. 7. Surrexit Christus spes mea: praecedet suos in Gallilaeam. 8. Scimus Christum surrexisse a mortuis vere: tu nobis victor, Rex miserere. Amen. Alleluia. Page 299-300 ---------- No. 197 Concordi Laetitia Sixth Mode 1. Concordi laetitia, Propulsa maestitia, Mariae praeconia Recolat Ecclesia: Virgo Maria. 2. Quae felici gaudio, Resurgente Domino, Floriut et lilium: Vivum cernens Filium: Virgo Maria. 3. Quam concentu parili Chori laudant coelici, Et nos cum coelestibus, Novum melos pangimus; Virgo Maria. 4. O Regina Virginum, Votis fave supplicum, Et post mortis stadium, Vitae confer praemium Virgo Maria. 5. Gloriosa Trinitas, Indivisa Unitas, Ob Mariae merita, Nos salva per saecula: Virgo Maria. Page 301 ---------- No. 198 PENTECOST Veni Sancte Spiritus Sequence for Pentecost S. Webbe (1740-1816) Moderato 1. Veni Sancte Spiritus, Et emitte coelitus Lucis tuae radium. Veni pater pauperum, Veni, dator munerum, Veni lumen cordium. 2. Consolator optime, Dulcis hospes animae, Dulce refrigerium. In labore requies, In aestu temperies, In fletu solatium. 3. O lux beatissima, Reple cordis intima Tuorum fidelium Sine tuo numine, Nihil est in homine, Nihil est in noxium. 4. Lava quod est sordium, Riga quod est aridum, Sana quod est saucium Flecte quod est rigidum, Fove quod est frigidum, Rege quod est devium. 5. Da tuis fidelibus, In te confidentibus; Sacrum septenarium Da virtutis meritum, Da salutis exium, Da perenne gaudium. Amen. Alleluia. Page 302 ---------- No. 199a Veni Creator Spiritus Invocation to the Holy Ghost Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Veni Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita; Imple superna gratia Quae tu creasti, pectora. 2. Qui disceris Paraclitus, Altissimi donum Dei, Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, Et spiritalis unctio. 3. Tu septiformis munere, Digitus Paternae dexterae, Tu rite promissum Patris, Sermone ditans guttura. 4. Accende lumen sensibus, Infunde amorum cordibus, Infirma nostri corporis, Virtute firmans perpeti. 5. Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque donnes protinus: Ducatore sic te praevio, Vitemus omne noxium. 6. Per te sciamus da Patrem, Noscamus atque Filium, Teque utriusque Spiritum Credamus omni tempore. 7. Deo Patri sit gloria, Et Filio qui a mortuis Surrexit ac Paraclito, In saeculorum saecula. Amen. Page 303 ---------- No. 199b Veni Creator Spiritus Secundum usum recentiorem Vatican Graduale Eighth Mode 1. Veni Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita; Imple superna gratia Quae tu creasti, pectora. 2. Qui disceris Paraclitus, Altissimi donum Dei, Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, Et spiritalis unctio. 3. Tu septiformis munere, Digitus Paternae dexterae, Tu rite promissum Patris, Sermone ditans guttura. 4. Accende lumen sensibus, Infunde amorum cordibus, Infirma nostri corporis, Virtute firmans perpeti. 5. Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque donnes protinus: Ducatore sic te praevio, Vitemus omne noxium. 6. Per te sciamus da Patrem, Noscamus atque Filium, Teque utriusque Spiritum Credamus omni tempore. 7. Deo Patri sit gloria, Et Filio qui a mortuis Surrexit ac Paraclito, In saeculorum saecula. Amen. Page 304 ---------- No. 200a THE BLESSED VIRGIN Ave Maria Salutatio Angelica Gregorian First Mode (transposed) Ave Maria, gratia plena; Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus vetris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. ---------- No. 200b Ave Maria For unison, two or four part chorus Jacques Arcadelt Revised and full text added by N. A. M. Andante Ave Maria, gratia plena; Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus vetris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. ---------- No. 200c Ave Maria Cesar Franck Rearranged for unison or two part chorus by N. A. M. Lento Ave Maria, gratia plena; Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus vetris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. Page 305-306-307-308 ---------- No. 201a Ave Maris Stella Vatican Antiphonale First Mode (transposed) 1. Ave Maria stella, Dei Mater alma, Atque semper Virgo Felix coeli porta. 2. Sumens illud Ave Gabrielis ore, Funda nos in pace, Mutans Hevae nomen. 3. Solve vincla reis, Profer lumen caecis, Mala nostra pelle, Bona cuncta posce. 4. Monstra te esse matrem, Sumat per te preces, Qui pro nobis natus, Tulit esse tuus. 5. Virgo singularis, Inter omnes mitis, Nos culpis solutos, Mites fac et castos. 6. Vitam praesta puram, Iter para tutum: Ut videntes Jesum, Semper collaetemur. 7. Sit laus Deo Patri, Summo Christo decus, Spiritui Sancto, Tribus honor unus. Amen. Page 309 ---------- No. 201b Ave Maris Stella For unison chorus Balthasar Florence Andante religioso 1. Ave Maria stella, Dei Mater alma, Atque semper Virgo Felix coeli porta. Amen. For additional verses see 201a ---------- No. 201c Ave Maris Stella J. Mohr Con moto 1. Ave Maria stella, Dei Mater alma, Atque semper Virgo Felix coeli porta. Amen. For additional verses see 201a ---------- No. 201d Ave Maris Stella Edv. Grieg Adapted for two part chorus by N. A. M. Con moto 1. Ave Maria stella, Dei Mater alma, Atque semper Virgo Felix coeli porta. 2. Sumens illud Ave Gabrielis ore, Funda nos in pace, Mutans Hevae nomen. Amen. Page 310-311 ---------- No. 202 Alma Redemptoris Mater Antiphon sung from the Saturday before the first Sunday in Advent to the Second Vespers Feast of the Purification inclusive. Ch. Gounod Arr. for two of four part chorus by N. A. M. Andante moderato Alma Redemptoris Mater, quae pervia coeli porta manes. Et stella maris, succurre cadenti surgere qui curat populo, succurre, succurre cadenti surgere qui curat populo; Tu quae genuisti, natura mirante tuum sanctum Genitorem: Virgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis abore sumens illud Ave, peccatorum miserere, peccatorum miserere. Clebrant:- Angelus Domini nuntiavit Maria Choir Response:- Et concepit de Spiritu Sancto After Advent Cel.:- Post Partum Virgo inviolata permansisti Choir:- Dei Genitrix intercede pro nobis. Page 312-313 ---------- No. 203 Ave, Regina Coelorum For Unison or Two-part Chorus of Equal Voices (From February Second until Holy Thursday) Nicola A. Montani Andante con moto Ave, Regina coelorum, Ave, Domina Angelorum: Salve radix, salve porta, Ex qua mundo lux est orta: Gaude Virgo gloriosa, Super omnes speciosa: Vale, o Valde decora, Et pro nobis Christum exora. Cel.:- Dignare me laudare te Virgo sacrata. Choir:- Da mihi virtutem contra hostes tuos. Page 314 ---------- No. 204 Regina Coeli From Compline, Holy Saturday, to None, Saturday, within the octave of Pentecost. Antonio Lotti (1667-1740) Revised and edited for two or four part chorus by N. A. M. Allegro moderato Regina coeli laetare, alleluia, laetare, alleluia: Quia quem meruisti portare, alleluia, alleluia, Resurrexit sicut dixit. Alleluia, alleluia Ora pro nobis, pro nobis Deum. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. V. Gaude et laetare, Virgo Maria, alleluia. R. Quia surrexit Dominus vere, alleluia. Page 315 ---------- No. 205 Salve Regina Fr. Schubert Revised and edited by N. A. M. Moderato assai Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiae: Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve, et spes nostra salve. Ad te clamamus, exsules, filii Hevae. Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle. Eia ergo Advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte. Et Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui, ventris tui, nobis post hoc exsilium ostende. O clemens; O pia; O dulcis Virgo Maria. O clemens; O pia; O dulcis Virgo Maria. V. Ora pro nobis sancta Dei Genitrix. R. Ut digni efficiamur promissionibus Christi. Page 316-317 ---------- No. 206 O Sanctissima, O piissima Traditional Melody Sicilian Moderato 1. O Sanctissima, O piissima, Dulcis Virgo Maria! Mater amata, Intemerata, Ora, Ora pro nobis. 2. Tu solatium, Et refugium, Virgo Mater Maria! Quidquid optamus, Per te speramus; Ora, Ora pro nobis. 3. Ecce debiles, Perquam flebiles, Salve nos, Maria! Tolle languores, Sana dolores, Ora, Ora pro nobis. 4. Virgo respice, Mater, aspice, Audi nos, Maria! Tu medicinam, Portas divinam; Ora, Ora pro nobis. Page 318 ---------- No. 207 Regina coeli, Jubila Traditional Melody 1584 Moderato 1. Chanters: Regina coeli, jubila, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Jam pulsa cedunt nubila. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 2. Chanters: Quam digna terris gignere, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Vivis resurget funere. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 3. Chanters: Sunt fracta mortis spicula, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Jesu jacet mors subdita. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 4. Chanters: Acerbitas solatium, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Luctus redonat gaudium. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 5. Chanters: Turbata sputis lumina, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Phoebea vincunt fulgara. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 6. Chanters: Manum pedumque vulnera, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Sunt gratiarum flumina. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 319 7. Chanters: Transversa ligni robora Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Sunt sceptra regni fulgida. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 8. Chanters: Lucet arundo purpura, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Ut fulva terrae viscera. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 9. Chanters: Catena, clavi, lancea, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Triumphi sunt insignia. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! 10. Chanters: Ergo, Maria plaudito, Tutti: Gaude, Maria! Chanters: Clientibus succurrito. Tutti: Alleluia! Laetare, O Maria! Page 320 ---------- No. 208 Inviolata Antiphon B. V. M. Ch. Gounod Arranged for two part chorus by N. A. M. Moderato Inviolata, integra, et casta es Maria, et casta es Maria: Quae es effecta fulgida coeli porta. O Mater alma Christi carissima: O Mater alma Christi carissima: suscipe, suscipe pia laudum praeconia. Te nunc flagitant devota corda et ora: Nostra ut pura pectora sint et corpora Tua per precata dulcisona. Tua per precata, precata dulcisona. Nobis concedas veniam per saecula O benigna! O Regina! O Maria! Quae sola inviolata permansisti. Page 321-322-323 ---------- No. 209 Salve Mater Misericordiae Gregorian Fifth Mode Refrain Salve mater misericordiae, Mater Dei, et mater veniae, Mater spei, et mater gratiae, Mater plena sanctae laetitiae; O Maria! 1. Salve deus humani generis Salve Virgo dignior ceteris, Quae virgines omnes transgrederis, Et altius sedes in superis, O Maria! 2. Salve felix Virgo puerpera: Nam qui sedet in Patris dextera, Coelum regens, terram et aethera, Intra tua se clausit viscera, O Maria! 3. Te creavit Pater ingenitus, Obumbravit te Uniqenitus, Foecundavit te Sanctus Spiritus, Tu es facta tota divnitus, O Maria! 4. Te creavit Deus mirabilem, Te respexit ancillam humilem, Te quaesivit sponsam amabilem, Tibi nunquam fecit consimilem, O Maria! 5. Te beatam laudare cupiunt Omnes justi, sed non sufficiunt; Multas laudes de te concipiunt, Sed in illis prorsus deficiunt, O Maria! 6. Esto, Mater, nostrum solatium Nostram esto, tu Virgo gaudium; Et nos tandem post hoc exsilium, Laetos junge choris coelestium, O Maria! Page 324-325 ---------- No. 210a O Gloriosa Virginum (No. 1) Unison Chorus Melody from the "Harfe Davis" Arr, by P. J. Van Damme Moderato 1. O Gloriosa Virginum, Sublimis inter sidera, Qui te creavit parvulum Lactente nutris ubere. 2. Quod Heva tristis abstulit, Tu reddis almo germine: Intrent ut aster flebiles, Coeli recludis cardines. 3. Tu regis alti janua, Et aula lucis fulgida: Vitam datam per Virginem Gentes redemtae plaudite. 4. Jesu tibi sit gloria Qui natus es de Virgine Cum Patre et almo Spiritu, In sempiterna saecula. Amen. Page 326 ---------- No. 210b O Gloriosa Virginum (No.2) Unison or two-part chorus F. de La Tombelle Arr. by N. A. M. Andante relisioso 1. O Gloriosa Virginum, Sublimis inter sidera, Qui te creavit parvulum Lactente nutris ubere. 2. Quod Heva tristis abstulit, Tu reddis almo germine: Intrent ut aster flebiles, Coeli recludis cardines. Amen, Amen, Amen. Page 327 ---------- No. 211 Salve Regina Coelitum Unison, two or three part chorus, equal voices or four part unequal Traditional Melody Arr by P. J. Van Damme Devota 1. Salve Regina coelitum, O Maria! Sors unica terrigenum, O Maria! Refrain Jubilate, Cherubim, Exsultate, Seraphim! Consonante perpetim: Salve, Salve, Salve Regina. 2. Mater misericordiae, O Maria! Dulcis parens clementiae, O Maria! 3. Tu vitae lux fons gratiae, O Maria! Causa nostrae laetitiae, O Maria! 4. Spes nostra, salve, Domina, O Maria! Exstinque nostra crimina, O Maria! 5. Ad te clamamus exsules, O Maria! Te nos rogamus supplices, O Maria! 6. Audi nos Evae filios, O Maria! In te sperantes, O Maria! 7. Eia ergo nos respice, O Maria! Servos tuos ne despice, O Maria! 8. Converte tuos oculos, O Maria! Ad nos in hoc exilio, O Maria! Page 328-329 ---------- No. 212 Tota Pulchra Es, Maria Motet for unison or two-part chorus Balthasar Florence Liturgically arranged by N. A. M Andante moderato Tota pulchra es, Maria, et macula originalis non est in te. Tu gloria Jerusalem. Tu laetitia Israel. Ta honorificentia populi nostri: tu advocata peccatorum. O Maria! Virgo prudentissma, Mater clementissima, Ora pro nobis; O Maria! Ora pro nobis ad Dominum Jesum Christum; Ad Dominum Jesum Christum; Page 330-331 ---------- No. 213 a Sub Tuum Praesidium (No. 1) Motet for two part chorus M. Haller Sub tuum praesidium confugimus, sancta Dei Genitrix, nostras deprecationes ne despicias in necessitatibus nostris: sed a periculis cunctis libera nos, libera nos, semper, Virgo gloriosa, et benedicta, Domina nostra, Mediatrix nostra, advocata nostra, tuo Filio nos reconsilia, tuo Filio nos commenda, tuo Filio nos repraesenta. ---------- No. 213b Sub Tuum Praesidium (No. 1) Antiphon Usually sung before the Litany of the Blessed Virgin and before the "Nunc Dimittis." Gregorian Seventh Mode Sub tuum praesidium confugimus, Sancta Dei Genitrix, nostras deprecationes ne despicias in necessitatibus: sed a periculis cunctis libera nos semper, Virgo gloriosa, et benedicta, Allelulia. Page 332-333-334-335 ---------- No. 214 Litany of the Blessed Virgin Litaniae Lauretanae Unison or two part chorus Nicola A.Montani Moderately fast Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe audinos. Christe exaudinos. 1. Chanters: Pater de coelis Deus, Chorus: miserere nobis. 2. Chanters: Fili Redemptor mundi Deus, Chorus: miserere nobis. 3. Chanters: Spiritus Sancte Deus, Chorus: miserere nobis. 4. Chanters: Sancta Trinitas unus Deus, Chorus: miserere nobis. 5. Chanters: Sancta Maria, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 6. Chanters: Sancta Dei Genitrix, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 7. Chanters: Sancta Virgo Virginum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 8. Chanters: Mater Christi, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 9. Chanters: Mater divinae gratiae, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 10. Chanters: Mater purissima, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 11. Chanters: Mater castissima, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 12. Chanters: Mater inviolata, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 13. Chanters: Mater intemerata, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 14. Chanters: Mater amabilis, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 15. Chanters: Mater admirabilis, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 16. Chanters: Mater boni consilii Chorus: ora pro nobis. 17. Chanters: Mater Creatoris Chorus: ora pro nobis. 18. Chanters: Mater Salvatoris, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 19. Chanters: Virgo prudentissima, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 20. Chanters: Virgo veneranda, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 21. Chanters: Virgo praedicanda, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 22. Chanters: Virgo potens, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 23. Chanters: Virgo clemens, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 24. Chanters: Virgo fidelis, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 25. Chanters: Speculum justitiae, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 26. Chanters: Sedes sapientiae, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 27. Chanters: Causa nostrae laetitiae, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 28. Chanters: Vas spirituale, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 29. Chanters: Vas honorabile, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 30. Chanters: Vas insigne devotionis, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 31. Chanters: Rosa mystica, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 32. Chanters: Turis Davidica, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 33. Chanters: Turis eburnea, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 34. Chanters: Domus aurea, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 35. Chanters: Foederis arca, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 36. Chanters: Janua coeli, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 37. Chanters: Stella matutina, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 38. Chanters: Salus infirmorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 39. Chanters: Refugium peccatorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 40. Chanters: Consolatrix afflictorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 41. Chanters: Auxilium Christianorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 42. Chanters: Regina Angelorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 43. Chanters: Regina Patriarcharum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 44. Chanters: Regina Prophetarum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 45. Chanters: Regina Apostolorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 46. Chanters: Regina Martyrum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 47. Chanters: Regina Confessorum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 48. Chanters: Regina Virginum, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 49. Chanters: Regina Sanctorum omnium, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 50. Chanters: Regina sine labe originali concepta, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 51. Chanters: Regina Sacratissimi Rosarii Chorus: ora pro nobis. 52. Chanters: Regina Pacis, Chorus: ora pro nobis. 53. Chanters: Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi; Chorus: Parce nobis Domine. 54. Chanters: Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi; Chorus: Exaudinos Domine; 55. Chanters: Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi Tutti: miserere nobis. V. Ora pro nobis Sancta Dei Genitrix. R. Ut digni efficiamur promissionibus Christi. Page 336-337-338-339-340 ---------- No. 215 MUSIC FOR RECEPTION ETC. Veni Sponsa Christi for two part chorus Nicola A. Montani Lento Veni sponsa Christi, Veni sponsa Christi, accipe coronam. quam tibi Dominus praeparavit, praeparavit in aeternum. Page 341 ---------- No. 216 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Magnificat Eighth Psalm Tone (Solemnis) Gregorian 1. Magnificat anima mea Dominum. 2. Et exsultavit spiritus meus: in Deo salutari meo. 3. Quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae: ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes. 4. Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est: et sanctum nomen ejus. 5. Et misericordia ejus a progenie in progenies: timentibus eum. 6. Fecit potentiam in brachio suo: dispersit superbos mente cordis sui. 7. Deposuit potentes de sede, et exaltavit humiles. 8. Esurientes implevit bonus: et divites dimisit inanes. 9. Suscepit Israel puerum suum: recordatus misericordiae suae. 10. Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros: Abraham, et semini ejus in saecula. 11. Gloria Patri et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 12. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. For the alternate verses the following falso bordone arrangement by Ciro Crassi may be used. (For two part chorus (or three part) equal voices.) Page 342-343 ---------- No. 217 CEREMONY MUSIC Motets for Reception, Profession etc. Regnum Mundi for two part chorus Nicola A. Montani Andante religioso Regnum mundi, Regnum mundi et omnem ornatam saeculi, contempsi propter a morem Domini nostri, Jesu Christi. Quem vidi quem amavi, in quem credidi quem dilexi. Eructavit cor meum, verbum bonum: dico ego opera mea Regi. Quem vidi quem amavi, in quem credidi quem dilexi. Elegi abjecta esse, in domo Domino mei, Jesu Christi. Quem vidi quem amavi, in quem credidi quem dilexi. Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto. V. Kyrie eleison. R. Christi eleison. V. Pater noster. V. Etne nos inducas in tentationem. R. Sed libera nos a malo. V. Manda Deus etc. R. Confirma hoc Deus quod operatus es in eis. V. Salvas fac etc. R. Deus meus sperantes in te. V. Esto nobis etc. R. A facie inimici. V. Nihil proficiat etc. V. Et Filius iniquitatis non apponat nocere nobis. V. Ora pro nobis etc. R. Ut dignae efficiantur promissionibus Christi. V. Domine exaudi etc. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. V. Dominus etc. R. Et cum Spiritu tuo. V. Domine Deus virtutem, converte nos. R. Et ostende faciem tuam et salvi erimus. Page 344-345 ---------- No. 218 CEREMONY MUSIC ETC. Suscipe Domine (St. Ignatius) for two part chorus Nicola A. Montani Lento Suscipe Domine, universam libertatem meam, Accipe memoriam intellectum atque voluntatem omnem. Quid quid habeo vel possideo mihi largitus es id tibi totum restituo, ac tuae prorsus voluntate trado gubernandum. Amorem tui solum cum gratia tua mihi dones et dives sum satis nec aliud quid quam ultra poseo. Page 346-347 ---------- No. 219 CEREMONY MUSIC ETC. Conserva me Domine Psalm 15 Third Tone 1. Conserva me, Domine, quoniam speravi in te. Dixi Domino: Deus meus es tu, quoniam honorum meorum non eges. 2. Sanctis, qui sunt in terra ejus, mirificavit omnes voluntates meas in ejus. 3. Multiplicatae sunt infirmitates eorum postem accelleraverunt. 4. Non congregabo conventicula eorum de sanguinibus. nec memor ero nominum eorum per labia mea. 5. Dominus pars haereditatis meae, et calicis mei: tu es, qui restitues haereditatem meam mihi. 6. Funes ceciderunt mihi in praeclaris, etenim haereditas mea praeclara est mihi. 7. Benedicam Dominum, qui tribuit mihi intellectum: insuper et usque ad noctem increpuerunt me renes mei. 8. Providebam Dominum in conspectu meo semper: quoniam adextris est mihi, ne commovear. 9. Propter hoc laetatum est cor meum et exsultavit lingua mea: insuper et caro mea requiescet in spe. 10. Quoniam non derelinques animam meam in inferno: nec dabis sanctum tuum videre corruptionem. 11. Notas mihi fecisti vias vitae adimplebis me laetitia cum vultu tuo: delectationis in dextera tua usque infinem. 12. Gloria Patri et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 13. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 348-349 ---------- No.220 MUSIC FOR RECEPTION, VOW DAY, ETC. Ecce Quam Bonum Psalm 132 for two part chorus Nicola A. Montani Moderato 1. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. 2. Sicut unguentum in capite quod descendit in barbam, barbam Aaron. 3. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. 4. Quod descendit in oram vestimenti ejus: sicut ros Hermon, qui descendit in monte Sion. 5. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. 6. Quoniam illic mandavit Dominus benedictonem et vitam usque in saeculum. 7. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. 8. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 9. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. 10. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. 11. Ecce quam bonum, et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unam. Page 350-351 ---------- No. 221 CEREMONY MUSIC ETC. Quam dilecta tabernacula tua Psalm 83 Seventh Tone 1. Quam dilecta tabernacula tua, Domine virtutum! concupiscit, et deficit anima mea in atria Domini. 2. Cor meum et caro mea exsultaverunt in Deum vivum. 3. Etenim passer invenit sibi donum: et turtur nidum sibi, ut ponat pullos suos. 4. Altaria tua, Domine virtutum: Rex meus, et Deus meus. 5. Beatus, qui habitant in domo tua, Domine: in saecula saeculorum laudabunt me. 6. Beatus vir, cujus est auxilium abs te: ascensiones in corde suo disposuit, in valle lacrimarum, in loco quem posuit. 7. Etenim benedictionem dabit legislator ibunt de virtute in virtutem: videbitur Deus deorem in Sion. 8. Domine, Deus virtutum exaudi orationem meum: auribus percipe, Deus Jacob. 9. Protector noster, aspice Deus: et respice faciem Christi tui. 10. Quia melior est dies una in atriis tuis, super milia. 11. Elegi agjectus esse in domo Dei mei: magis quam habitare in tabernaculis peccatorum. 12. Quia misericordiam et veritatem diligit Deus: gratiam et gloriam dabit Dominus. 13. Non privabit bonis eos, qui ambulant in innocentia: Domine virtutum, beatus homo, qui sperat in te. 14. Gloria Patri et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 15. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen Page 353-353 ---------- No. 222 CEREMONY MUSIC ETC. Quae est ista Two part or unison chorus Traditional Italian Chorale Arr. by N. A. Montani Moderato Quae est ista, quae est ista, quae ascendit de deserto; deliciis affluens enixa super dilectum suum? Tota pulchra es, amica mea, suavis et decora. Veni de Libano sponsa mea Veni de Libano veni coronaberis. Page 354-355 ---------- No. 223 Tu gloria Jerusalem Unison or four part chorus (For additional Ceremony Music see Magnificat; Hymns in honor of the Blessed Virgin, Motets in honor of the Bl. Sacrament, Te Deum etc.) Cesar Franck Adapted from the Motet "Quae est ista" Andante religioso Tu gloria Jerusalem; tu laetitia Israel; to honorificentia populi nostri. Maria Dominare nostri tu et Filius tuus Intercede ad Dominum Deum nostrum, intercede ad Dominum Deum nostrum, ad Deum nostrum, ad Dominum Deum nostrum. Page 355-356 ---------- MUSIC FOR FORTY HOURS' ADORATION Musical Programme AT THE EXPOSITION 1. MASS, after which the Blessed Sacrament is incensed. 2 .* PROCESSION during which the "Pange Lingua" is sung; after the procession the 3. "TANTUM ERGO" is sung, and the Blessed Sacrament is incensed. The "Panem de coelo, etc.," is omitted 4. THE LITANY OF THE SAINTS is chanted. 224 5. PSALM LXIX, "Deus in adjutorium etc.," is intoned, then sung alternately by the clergy or choir, after which the celebrant, still kneeling, sings the versicles "Salvos fac, etc." After the "Domine, exaudi orationem meam" the celebrant rises and sings the prescribed orations. MISSA PRO PACE On the second day of the Devotion the "Missa pro pace" (mass for peace) is offered on a side altar, and the color of the vestments is violet, unless a feast of higher rank occurs prohibiting the use of this color. (See Manual of Forty Hours' Adoration pub. by Ecclesiastical Review, Phila., Pa.) AT THE EXPOSITION 1. MASS, after which is sung the 2. LITANY with Psalm LXIX and the versicles "Salvos fac, etc.," down to "Dominus Vobiscum" (exclusive,) after which the Blessed Sacrament is incensed. 3. * PROCESSION during which the "Pange Lingua" is sung. After the procession when the Blessed Sacrament has been placed on the altar, the 4. "TANTUM ERGO" is sung, and at the "Genitori" the Blessed Sacrament is incensed. The "Panem de coelo" is intoned and the celebrant rises and sings the 5. ORATIONS; Benediction follows. * In case the Procession does not take place the "Pange Lingua" cannot be omitted. Pange Lingua; (see No. 241) Page 357 ---------- No. 224 The Litany of the Saints According to the Vatican Graduale Sung on Holy Saturday, The Rogation Days, Forty Hours' Adoration. * Note: Omitted on Holy Saturday. Chanters Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe audinos. Christe exaudinos. Pater de caelis Deus, miserere nobis. Fili Redemptor mundi Deus, miserere nobis. Spiritus Sancte Deus, miserere nobis. Sancta Trinitas unus Deus, miserere nobis. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis. Sancta Dei Genitrix, ora pro nobis. Sancte Michael, ora pro nobis. Sancte Gabriel, ora pro nobis. Sancte Raphael, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti Angeli et Archangeli, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti beatorum Spiritum ordines , ora pro nobis. Sancte Joannes Baptista, ora pro nobis. Sancte Joseph, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti Patriarchae et Prophetae, ora pro nobis. Sancte Petre, ora pro nobis. Sancte Paule, ora pro nobis. Sancte Andrea, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Jacobe, ora pro nobis. Sancte Joannes, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Thoma, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Jacobe, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Philippe, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Bartholomaee, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Mathaee, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Simon, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Thaddaee, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Mathia, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Barnaba, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Luca, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Marce, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti Apostoli et Evangelistae, orate pro nobis. Omnes sancti Discipuli Dominum, orate pro nobis. * Omnes sancti Innocentes, orate pro nobis. Sancte Stephane, ora pro nobis. Sancte Laurenti, ora pro nobis. Sancte Vincenti, ora pro nobis. * Sancti Fabiane et Sebastiane, orate pro nobis. * Sancti Joannes et Paula, orate pro nobis. * Sancti Cosma et Damiane, orate pro nobis. * Gervasi et Protasi, orate pro nobis. Omnes sancti Martyres, orate pro nobis. Sancte Silvester, ora pro nobis. Sancte Gregori, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Ambrosi, ora pro nobis. Sancte Augustine, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Hieronyme, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Martine, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Nicolae, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti Pontifices et Confessores, orate pro nobis. Omnes sancti Doctores, orate pro nobis. Sancte Antoni, ora pro nobis. Sancte Benedicte, ora pro nobis. * Sancte Bernarde, ora pro nobis. Sancte Dominice, ora pro nobis. Sancte Francisce, ora pro nobis. Omnes sancti Sacerdotes et Levitae, orate pro nobis. Omnes sancti Monachi et Eremitae, orate pro nobis. Sancta Maria Magdalena, ora pro nobis. Sancta Agatha, ora pro nobis. * Sancta Lucia, ora pro nobis. Sancta Agnes, ora pro nobis. Sancta Caecilia, ora pro nobis. * Sancta Catharina, ora pro nobis. Sancte Anastasia, ora pro nobis. Omnes sanctae Virgines et Viduae, orate pro nobis. Omnes Sancti et sanctae Dei, intercedite pro nobis. Propitius esto, parce nobis Domine Propitius esto, exaudi nos Domine Ab omni malo, libera nos Domine Ab omni peccato, libera nos Domine. * Ab ira tua, libera nos Domine. * A subitanea et improvisa morte, libera nos Domine. * Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos Domine. * Ab ira, et odio, et omni mala voluntate, libera nos Domine. * A spiritu fornicationis, libera nos Domine. * A fulgure et tempestate, libera nos Domine. * A flagello terrae motus, libera nos Domine. * A peste, fame, et bello, libera nos Domine. A morte perpetua, libera nos Domine. Per mysterium sanctae incarnationis tuae, libera nos Domine. Per adventum tuum, libera nos Domine. Per nativitatem tuam, libera nos Domine. Per baptismum et sanctum jejunium tuum, libera nos Domine. Per crucem et passionem tuam, libera nos Domine. Per mortem et sepulturam tuam, libera nos Domine. Per admirabilem ascensionem tuam, libera nos Domine. Per adventum Spiritus Sancti Paracliti, libera nos Domine. In dic judicii, libera nos Domine. Peccatores, te rogamus audinos. Ut nobis parcas, te rogamus audinos. * Ut nobis indulgeas, te rogamus audinos. * Ut ad veram paenitentiam nos perducere digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut Ecclesiam tuam sanctam regere et conservare digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut Domnum Apostolicum et omnes ecclesiasticos ordines' in sancta religione conservare digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut inimicos sanctae Eccesiae humilare digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut regibus et principibus christianis' pacem et veram concordiam donare digneris, te rogamus audinos. * Ut cuncto populo christiano pacem et unitatem largiri digneris, te rogamus audinos. * Ut omnes errantes ad unitatem Eccesiae recovare, et infideles universos ad Evangelii lumen perducere digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut nosmetipsos in tuo sancto servitio confortare et conservare digneris, te rogamus audinos. * Ut mentes nostras ad coelestia desideria erigas, te rogamus audinos. Ut omnibus benefactor ibus nostris sempiterna bona retribuas, te rogamus audinos. * Ut animas nostras', fratrum, propinquorum et benefactorum nostrorum' ab aeterna damnatione eripias, te rogamus audinos. Ut fructus terre dare et conservare digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut omnibus fidelibus defunctis requiem aeternam donare digneris, te rogamus audinos. Ut nos exaudire digneris, te rogamus audinos. Fili Dei, te rogamus audinos. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, parce nobis Domine. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, exaudinos Domine. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobs. Christe audinos. Christe exaudinos. On Holy Saturday the Kyrie of the Mass is begun at this point. Forty Hours etc. chanters proceed. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Pater Noster. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. Sed libera nos a malo. Page 358-365 ---------- No. 225 Deus in adjutorium Psalm 69 (small notes ending for No. 6.) 1. Deus in adjutorium meum intende: Domine ad adjuvandum me festina. 2. Confundantur retrosum, et erubescant, qui querunt animam meam. 3. Avertantur retrosum, et erubescant, qui volunt mihi mala. 4. Avertantur statim erubescentes, qui dicunt mihi: Euge, euge. 5. Exsultent et laetentur in te omnes qui querunt te: et dicant semper: magnificetur Dominus: qui diligunt salutare tuum. 6. Ego vero egenus et pauper sum: Deus adjuva me. 7. Adjutor meus et liberator meus es tu: Domine ne moreris. 8. Gloria Patri et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, 9. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. RESPONSES Cel. 1. Salvos fac servos tuos, Deus meus sperantes in te. All other responses end in the following manner except No.9 2. V. Esto nobis Domine turris fortitudinis. R. A facie inimici. 3. V. Nihil proficiat inimicus in nobis. R. Et filius iniquitatis non apponat nocere nobis. 4. V. Domine non secundum peccata nostra facias nobis. R. Neque secundum iniquitates nostras retribuas nobis. 5. V. Oremus pro Pontifice nostro N. R. Dominus conservet eum, et vivificet eum, + et beatum faciat eum in terra, * et non tradat eum in animam inimicorum ejus. 6. V. Oremus pro benefactoribus nostris. R. Retribuere dignare Domine, + omnibus nobis bona facientibus, propter nomen tuum, * vitam aeternam. Amen. 7. V. Oremus pro fidelibus defunctis. R. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine,* et lux perpetua luceat eis. 8. V. Requiescant in pace. R. Amen. 9. V. Pro fratribus nostris absentibus. R. Salvos fac servos tuos,* Deus meus, sperantes in te. (see No. 1) 10. V. Mitte eis Domine auxilium de sancto. R. Et de Sion tuere eos. 11. V. Domine exaudi orationem meam. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. 12. V, Dominus vobiscum. R. Et cum spiritu tuo. PRAYERS 13. V. Per omnia saecula saeculorum. R. Amen. 14. V. Dominus vobiscum. R. Et cum spiritu tuo. 15. V. Exaudiat nos omnipotens et misericors Dominus. R. (Et custodiat nos semper.) Amen. 16. V. Fidelium animae etc. R:. Amen. Page 366-367-368 ---------- No. 226a THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Motets for Benediction O Salutaris Hostia (No. 1) (Verbum Supernum Prodiens) S. Webbe (1740-1816) Lento O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 369 ---------- No. 226b O Salutaris Hostia (No. 2) Duguet (1780) Moderato O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 370 ---------- No. 226c O Salutaris Hostia (No. 3) (Verbum Supernum Prodiens) Gregorian O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 371 ---------- No. 226d O Salutaris Hostia (No. 4) Unison Chorus J. Rheinberger Abridged and arr. by N. A. M. Andante O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 372 ---------- No. 226e O Salutaris Hostia (No. 5) For three-part chorus (S.S.A or T.T.B.) Balthasar Florence Arr. by N.A.M. Andante religioso O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 373 ---------- No. 226f O Salutaris Hostia (No. 6) Nicola A. Montani Moderato O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 374 ---------- No. 226g O Salutaris Hostia (No. 7) A. Warner Andante O salutaris hostia, Quae coeli panis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen. Page 375 ---------- No. 227a Adoro te devote (No. 1) St Thomas Aquinas 1227-1274 Gregorian Fifth Mode 1. Adoro te devote, latens Deitas, Quae sub his figuris, vere latitas: Tibi se cor meum totum subjicit, Quia te contemplans totum deficit. 2. Visus tactus gustus in te falitur, Sed auditu solo tuto creditur: Credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius: Nil hoc veritatis verbo verius. 3. In cruce latebat sola Deitas, Ad hic latet simul et humanitas: Ambo tamen credens, atque confitens, Peto quod petivit latro paenitens. 4. Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor, Deum tamen meum te confiteor: Fac me tibi semper magis credere, In te spem habere, te diligere. 5. O memoriale mortis Domini, Panis vivus vitam praestans homini: Praesta meae menti de te vivere, Et te illi semper dulce sapere. 6. Pie Pelicane, Jesu Domine, Me immundum munda tuo sanguine, Cujus una stilla salvum facere Totum mundum quid ab omni scelere. 7. Jesu, quem velatum nunc adspicio, Oro fiat illud quod tam sitio: Ut, te revelata cernens facie, Visu sim beatus tuae gloriae. Amen. Page 376-377 ---------- No. 227b Adoro te devote (No. 2) Ch. Gounod Arr. by N. A. M. Lento 1. Adoro te devote, latens Deitas, Quae sub his figuris, vere latitas: Tibi se cor meum totum subjicit, Qui te contemplans totum deficit. 2. Visus, tactus, gustus in te falitur, Sed auditu solo tuto creditur: Credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius: Nil hoc Veritatis verbo verius. 3. In cruce latebat sola Deitas, Ad hic latet simul et humanitas: Ambo tamen credens, atque confitens, Peto quod petivit latro paenitens. 4. Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor, Deum tamen meum te confiteor: Fac me tibi semper magis credere, In te spem habere, te diligere. 5. O memoriale mortis Domini, Panis vivus vitam praestans homini: Praesta meae menti de te vivere, Et te illi semper dulce sapere. 6. Pie Pelicane, Jesu Domine, Me immundum munda tuo sanguine, Cujus una stilla salvum facere Totum mundum quid ab dulce sapere. 7. Jesu, quem velatum nunc adspicio, Oro fiat illud quod tam sitio: Ut, te revelata cernens facie, Visu sim beatus omni scelere. Amen Page 378 ---------- No. 228a O Esca Viatorum (No. 1) Heinrich Isaak (1493-1531) Arr. by J. S. Bach Largo 1. O esca viatorum, O panis Angelorum, O manna coelitum: Esurientes ciba, Dulce dine non priva, Corda quaerentium. 2. O lympha, fons amoris, Qui puro Salvatoris E corde profluis; Te sitientes pota, Haec sola nostra vota, His una sufficis. 3. O Jesu, tuum vultum, Quem colimus occultum Sub panis specie: Fac ut, remoto velo, Post, libera in coelo, Cernamus acie. Page 379 ---------- No. 228b O Esca Viatorum (No. 2) For Unison or Two-part Chorus Traditional Melody Arr. by P. J. Van Damme Moderato 1. O esca viatorum, O panis Angelorum, O manna coelitum: Esurientes ciba, Dulce dine non priva, Corda quaerentium, Corda quaerentium. 2. O lympha, fons amoris, Qui puro Salvatoris E corde profluis; Te sitientes pota, Haec sola nostra vota, His una sufficis, His una sufficis. 3. O Jesu, tuum vultum, Quem colimus occultum Sub panis specie: Fac ut, remoto velo, Post, libera in coelo, Cernamus acie, Cernamus acie. Page 380 ---------- No. 229a Panis Angelicus (No. 1) Sacris Solemniis Moderato Panis Angelicus fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum: O res mirabilis! manducat Dominum Pauper, servus, et humilis. Te trina Deitas unaque poscimus, Sic nos tu visita, sicut te colimus; Per tuas semitas duc nos quo tendimus, Ad lucem quam inhabitas. Amen. Page 381 ---------- No. 229b Panis Angelicus (No. 2) Unison, Two or Four-part chorus Fr. Lambilotte Andante religioso Panis Angelicus fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum: O res mirabilis! manducat Dominum Pauper, servus, et humilis. Te trina Deitas unaque poscimus, Sic nos tu visita, sicut te colimus; Per tuas semitas duc nos quo tendimus, Ad lucem quam inhabitas. Amen. Page 382 ---------- No. 230 Sacris Solemniis (Panis Angelicus) For Unison Chorus J. Mohr Andante devota 1. Sacris solemnis juncta sint gaudia, Et ex praecordis sonent praeconia; Recedant vetera, nova sint omnia, Corda voces et opera. 2. Noctis recolitur coena novissima, Qua Christus creditur agnum et azyma Dedisse fratribus, juxta legitima Priscis indulta patribus. 3. Post agnum typicum, expletis epluis, Corpus Dominicum datum discipulis, Sic totum omnibus, quod totum singulis, Ejus fatemur manibus 4. Dedit fragilibus corporis ferculum, Dedit et tristibus sanguinis poculum, Dicens: Accipite, quod trado vasculum, Omnes ex eo bibite. 5. Sic sacrificium istud instituit, Cujus officium committi voluit Solis presbyteris, quibus sic congruit, Ut sumant, et dent cereris. 6. Panis Angelicus fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum: O res mirabilis! manducat Dominum Pauper, servus, et humilis. 7. Te trina Deitas unaque poscimus, Sic nos tu visita, sicut te colimus; Per tuas semitas duc nos quo tendimus, Ad lucem quam inhabitas. Amen. Page 383-384 ---------- No. 231a Ecce Panis Angelorum (No. 1) Lauda Sion Portuguese Melody Andante religioso 1. Ecce panis Angelorum, Factus cibus viatorum: Vere panis filiorum, Non mittendus canibus. 2. In figuris praesignatur, Cum Isaac immolatur, Agnus Paschae deputatur, Datur manna patribus. Page 385 ---------- No. 231b Ecce Panis Angelorum (No. 2) Lauda Sion Vatican Gradual 1. Ecce panis Angelorum, Factus cibus viatorum: Vere panis filiorum, Non mittendus canibus. 2. In figuris praesignatur, Cum Isaac immolatur, Agnus Paschae deputatur, Datur manna patribus. Bone Pastor 3. Bone Pastor, panis vere, Jesu, nostri miserere: Tu nos pasce, nos tuere, Tu nos bona fac videre In terra viventium. 4. Tu qui cuncta scis et vales, Qui nos pascis hic mortales: Tuos ibi commensales, Coheredes et sodales Fac sanctorum civium. Amen. Alleluia. Page 386-387 ---------- No. 232 Adoramus te, panem coelitum For Unison or two part chorus Traditional Melody Harmonized by P. J. Van Damme Andante Adoramus te, panem coelitum, Cibum vitae desursum praestitum. Ave, ave, ave, coeli panis vine. Laudetur in aeternum sanctissimum Sacramentum. Page 388 ---------- No. 233a Ave Verum Corpus (No. 1) Unison, two or four part chorus. Ch. Gounod Liturgcally arranged by N. A. M. Lento Ave, ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine: Vere passum, immolatum, immolatum in cruce pro homine, in cruce pro homine: Cujus latus perforatum fluxit uqua et sanguine: Esto nobis praegustatum mortis in examine. O Jesu dulcis! O Jesu pie! O Jesu fili Mariae, O Jesu fili Mariae! Page 389-390 ---------- No. 233b Ave Verum Corpus (No. 2) Unison, two or four part chorus C. St. Saens Liturgically arranged by N. A. M. Andante religioso 1. Ave, ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine: 2. Vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: 3. Cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine. 4. Esto nobis praegustatum mortis in examine: 5. O Jesu dulcis! O Jesu pie! O Jesu, Jesu fili Mariae, file Mariae. Page 391 ---------- No. 233c Ave Verum Corpus (No. 3) W. A. Mozart Arr. for unison or four part chorus by N. A. M. Adagio Ave, ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine: Vere passum, immolatum in cruce, pro homine: Cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum mortis in examine. mortis, mortis in examine. Page 392-393 ---------- No. 233d Ave Verum Corpus (No. 4) Alex. Guilmant Adapted and arranged for unison, two or four part chorus by N. A. M. Andante moderato Ave, ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine: Vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: Cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum mortis in examine. O Jesu dulcis! O Jesu Pie! O Jesu dulcis! O Jesu Pie! O Jesu fili Mariae, fili Mariae! Page 394-395 ---------- No. 233e Ave Verum Corpus (No. 5) Prosa antiqua usu recepta Gregorian Sixth Mode 1. Ave, ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine: 2. Vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: 3. Cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine. 4. Esto nobis praegustatum mortis in examine: 5. O Jesu dulcis! 6. O Jesu Pie! 7. O Jesu fili Mariae. Page 396 ---------- No. 234 O quam suavis est Antiphon. (according to the Vatican Edition of the Antiphonale.) Sixth Mode O quam suavis est, Domine, spiritus tuus! qui, ut dulcedinem tuam in filios demonstrares, pane suavissimo de coelo praestito, esurientes reples bonis, fastidiosos divites dimittens inanes. Page 397-398 ---------- No. 235 O Sacrum Convivium Motet R. Remondi Arr. for unison, two or four part chorus by N. A. M. Adagio (con espressione) O sacrum convivium! in quo Christus sumitur: recolitur memoria passionis ejus, passionis ejus: Mens impletur gratia, mens impletur gratia: et futurae gloriae nobis pignus datur, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Page 399 ---------- No. 236 THE SACRED HEART O Cor Jesu Two part chorus Don Lorenzo Perosi Adagio O cor Jesu flagrans amore nostri, O cor Jesu flagrans amore nostri, inflamma cor nostrum amore tui, inflamma cor nostrum amore tui. Page 400 ---------- No. 237 Cor Jesu, salus in te sperantium Unison or two part chorus W. Schultes (1815-1879) Abridged and arr. by N. A. M. Andante sostenuto Cor Jesu, salus in te sperantium, miserere nobis, Cor Jesu spes in te morientium, miserere nobis, Cor Jesu deliciae sanctorum omnium, miserere, miserere nobis, Page 401 ---------- No. 238a INVOCATION TO THE SACRED HEART * Cor Jesu Sacratissimum (No. 1) Gregorian First Mode 1. Cor Jesu Sacratissimum, miserere nobis. 2. Cor Mariae immaculatum, ora pro nobis. 3. Sanctae Joseph patronae dilectissime, ora pro nobis. ---------- No. 238b Cor Jesu Sacratissimum (No. 2) * Gregorian Fourth Mode Cor Jesu Sacratissimum, miserere nobis. * Note: These Invocations can be sung before each verse of the "Laudate Dominum" (First and Fourth Tones) in place of the "Adoremus." (No. 243 a-d) ---------- No. 239 PLEA FOR GOD'S MERCY Parce Domine Usually sung before the 50th Psalm: Miserere mei Deus Gregorian Parce Domine, parce populo tuo: ne in aeternum irascaris nobis. Parce Domine, parce populo tuo: ne in aeternum irascaris nobis. Parce Domine, parce populo tuo: ne in aeternum irascaris nobis. Page 402 ---------- No. 240 THE SACRED HEART, Ss. Cordis Jesu Cor, arca legem continens 15th Century Melody "Alta Trinita." 1. Cor, arca legem continens Non servitutis veteris, Sed gratiae, Sed veniae, Sed et misericordiae. 2. Cor sanctuarium novi Intemeratum foederis, Templum vetusto sanctius, Velumque scissoutilius. 3. Te vulneratum caritas, Ictu patenti voluit, Amoris invisibilis, Ut veneremur vulnera. 4. Hoc sub amoris symbolo Passus cruenta et mystica, Utrumque sacrificium Christus sacerdos obtulit. 5. Quis non amantem redamet? Quis non redemptus diligat, Et Corde in isto seligat Aeterna tabernacula? 6. Decus Parenti, et Filio Sanctoque sit Spiritui, Quibus potestas, gloria, Regnumque in omne est saeculum. Amen Page 403 ---------- No. 241a PROCESSIONS, BENEDICTION, 40 HOURS' Pange Lingua (No. 1) (Tantum Ergo) Gregorian Vatican Graduale Third Mode 1. Pange lingua gloriosi, Corporis mysterium Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium Fructus vetris generosi Rex effudit gentium. 2. Nobis datus, nobis natus Ex intacta Virgine, Et in mundo conversatus, Sparso verbi semine, Sui moras incolatus Miro clusit ordine. 3. In supremae nocte coenoe, Recumbens cum fratribus, Observata lege plene Cibis in legalibus, Cibum turbae duodenae Se dat suis manibus. 4. Verbum caro, panem verum Verbo carnem efficit: Fitque sanguis Christi merum, Et si sensus deficit, Ad firmandum cor sincerum Sola fides sufficit. 5. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 6. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 404-405 ---------- No. 241 b Pange Lingua (No. 2) (Tantum Ergo) Gregorian (Apud Italos usitatum) First Mode 1. Pange lingua gloriosi, Corporis mysterium Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium Fructus vetris generosi Rex effudit gentium. 2. Nobis datus, nobis natus Ex intacta Virgine, Et in mundo conversatus, Sparso verbi semine, Sui moras incolatus Miro clusit ordine. 3. In supremae nocte coenoe, Recumbens cum fratribus, Observata lege plene Cibis in legalibus, Cibum turbae duodenae Se dat suis manibus. 4. Verbum caro, panem verum Verbo carnem efficit: Fitque sanguis Christi merum, Et si sensus deficit, A firmandum cor sincerum Sola fides sufficit. 5. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 6. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 406-407 ---------- No. 242a Tantum Ergo (No. 1) (The "Pange Lingua" may be sung to this and any of the melodies of the Tantum Ergo.) Jos. H. Beltjens Abridged and arranged by N. A. M. Andante moderato 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 408 ---------- No. 242b Tantum Ergo (No. 2) Arr. by N.A. M. Traditional Melody from Ms. dated 1751 Stonyhurst Also Epitome Rit. Trevir Not too slow 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 409 ---------- No. 242c Tantum Ergo (No. 3) For unison chorus or chorus in 2 or 4 parts Balthasar Florence Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 410 ---------- No. 242d Tantum Ergo (No. 4) Choral O. Ravanello Moderato 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 411 ---------- No. 242e Tantum Ergo (No. 5) Unison or two part chorus W. A. Smit Andante religioso 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 412 ---------- No. 242f Tantum Ergo (No.6) M. Haydn (1737-1806) Moderato 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 413 ---------- No. 242g Tantum Ergo (No. 7) Melody from a Slovak Hymnal Adapted by N. A. M. Moderately fast 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 414 ---------- No. 242h Tantum Ergo (No. 8) J. Mohr Moderato 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 415 ---------- No. 242i Tantum Ergo (No. 9) Unison or two part chorus Th. Dubois Arr. by N. A. M. Andante religioso 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 416 ---------- No. 242j Tantum Ergo (No. 10) Unison Chorus Nicola A. Montani Not too slow 1. Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui: Et antiquum documentum Novo cedat ritui Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. 2. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilatio, Salus, honor, virtus quoque Sit, et benedictio: Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio. Amen. Page 417 ---------- No. 243 a BENEDICTION Adoremus: Laudate Dominum (No. 1) Psalm Tones Instead of the "Adoremus" the Invocation to the Sacred Heart or to the Holy Family (No. 238 A-B) may be sung before the "Laudate Dominum." Gregorian Vatican Antiphonale First Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 418-419 ---------- No. 243b Adoremus and Laudate (No. 2) Second Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. ---------- No. 243c Adoremus and Laudate (No. 3) Third Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 420-421 ---------- No. 243d Adoremus and Laudate (No. 4) Fourth Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. ---------- No. 243e Adoremus and Laudate (No. 5) Fifth Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 422-423 ---------- No. 243f Adoremus and Laudate (No. 6) Sixth Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. ---------- No. 243g Adoremus and Laudate (No. 7) Seventh Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 424-425 ---------- No. 243h Adoremus and Laudate (No. 8) Eighth Psalm Tone Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. ---------- No. 243i Adoremus and Laudate (No. 9) Arr. by N. A. M. Moderato Adoramus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum. 1. Laudate Dominum omnes gentes: laudate eum omnes populi. 2. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus: et veritas Domini manet it aeternum. 3. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto. 4. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 426-427 ---------- No. 244 PONTIFICAL CEREMONIES: CONFIRMATION, ETC. Sacerdos et Pontifex Sung at the entrance of the Bishop, Archbishop or Cardinal ("Ecce Sacerdos" may be sung instead if preferred. ) Gregorian Antiphon-First Mode Sacerdos et Pontifex, et virtutum opifex, Pastor bone in populo, sic placuisti Domino. RESPONSES V. Protector noster --- etc. R. Et respice in faciem Christi tui. V. Salvum fac --- etc. R. Deus meus sperantem in te. V. Mitte ei Domine --- etc. R. Et de Sion tuere eum. V. Nihil Proficat -- etc. R. Et filius iniquitatis non opponat nocere ei. V. Domine exaudi --- etc. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. V. Dominus Vobiscum. R. Et cum Spiritu tuo. (Oremus etc.) Amen. Note: During the Confirmation, Choir may sing appropriate Hymns: Veni Sancte Spiritus, Veni Creator, Magnificat, etc. After the recitation of the Creed, "The Lord's Prayer" and "Hail Mary" English Hymns may be sung. Page 428 ---------- No. 245 Confirma hoc Deus (Sung after Confirmation, at the washing of hands) J. Rheinberger Arr. by N. A. M. Lento Confirma hoc Deus, quod operatus es in nobis, a tempo sancto tuo quod est in Jerusalem. Gloria Patri, et Filio: et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. RESPONSES V. Ostende nobis, etc. R. Et salutare tuum da nobis. V. Domine exaudi, etc. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. V. Dominus vobiscum R. Et cum Spiritu tuo. Ceremonies may terminate with singing of "Te Deum" (No. 284) For the responses, at the Pontifical Blessing See No. 259-(11) Page 429 ---------- No. 246 Ecce Sacerdos Stadler Arr. for unison or four part chorus by N. A. M. Allegro maestoso Ecce Sacerdos magnus, qui in diebus suis placuit Deo: Ideo jurejurando fecit illum Dominus crescere in plebem suam. Benedictionem omnium gentium dedit illi, et testamentum suum confirmavit super caput ejus. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Ideo jurejurando fecit illum Dominus crescere in plebem suam. Page 430-431 ---------- No. 247 FOR THE POPE Oremus pro Pontifice Unison two or four part chorus Fr. Schubert Arr. by N. A. M. Andante (alla breve) Oremus pro Pontifice nostro Benedicte; Dominus conservet eum, et vivificet eum, et beatum faciat eum in terra, et non tradat eum in animam inimicorum ejus. V. Fiat manus tua super virum dexterae tuae. R. Et super filium hominis quem confirmasti tibi. Page 432 ---------- No. 248 Christus Vincit, Christus Regnat Ancient French Melody Arr. by N. A. M. Maestoso Christus vincit, Christus regnat, Christus imperat. This melody dates from the year 1080. It was sung at the closing of the Council called by order of William the Conqueror. Gregory VII was Pope and Philip I King of France. To this day, in the Cathedral of Rouen it is customary to render this chant on all solemn Pontifical feasts. Page 433 ---------- No. 249 THE HOLY SOULS: REQUIEMS Languentibus in Purgatorio Solesmes chant Sixth Mode 1. Languentibus in Purgatorio, Qui purgantur ardore nimio, Et torquentur gravi supplicio, Subveniat tua compassio: O Maria. 2. Fons est patens qui culpas abluis, Omnes juvas et nullum respuis: Manum tuam extende mortuis, Qui sub poenis lanquent continuis: O Maria. 3. Ad te pie suspirant mortui, Cupientes de poenis erui, Et ad esse tuo conspectui, Aeternisque gaudiis perfrui: O Maria. 4. Et cum fiet stricta discussio, In tremendo Dei judicio, Judicanti supplica Filio, Ut cum Sanctis sit nobis portio: O Maria. Amen. Page 434 ---------- No. 250 Beati Mortui Motet for two or four part chorus Ch. Gounod. Op. 1 Arr. by N. A. M. Lento Beati mortui in Domino morientes, Beati mortui in Domino morientes, Beati mortui in Domino morientes deinceps. Dicit enim Spiritus, Spiritus ut requiescant a laboribus suis et opera illorum, et opera illorum sequuntar illos. Beati mortui in Domino morientes, Beati mortui in Domino morientes, Beati mortui in Domino morientes deinceps. Page 435 ---------- No. 251 THE HOLY SOULS Benedictus Dominus Deus Israel Ego Sum Vatican Antiphonale Antiphon Second Mode Ergo dum resurrectio et vita: qui credit in me, etiam si mortuus fuerit, vivet: et omnis qui vivet et credit in me, non morietur in aeternum. 1. Benedictus Dominus Deus Israel: quia visitavit, et fecit redemtionem plebis suae. 2. Et erexit cornu salutis nobis, in domo David pueri sui: 3. Sicut locutus est per os sanctorum, qui a saeculo sunt, prophetarum ejus: 4. Salutem ex inimicis nostris, et de manu omnium qui oderunt nos: 5. Ad faciendam misericordiam cum patribus nostris: et memorari testamenti sui sancti. 6. Jusjurandum, quod juravit ad Abraham Patrem nostrum, daturum se nobis: 7. Ut sine timore, de manu inimicorum nostrorum liberati, serviamus illi: 8. In sanctitate et justitia coram ipso, omnibus diebus nostris. 9. Et tu puer, propheta Altissimi vocaberis: praeibis enim ante faciem Domini parare vias ejus: 10. Ad dandam scientiam salutis plebi ejus: in remissionem peccatorum eorum: 11. Per viscera misericordiae Dei nostris: in quibus visitavit nos, oriens ex alto: 12. Illuminare his qui in tenebris et in umbra mortis sedent: ad dirigendos pedes nostros in viam pacis. 13. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine. 14: Et lux perpetua, luceat eis. Ergo dum resurrectio et vita: qui credit in me, etiam si mortuus fuerit, vivet: et omnis qui vivet et credit in me, non morietur in aeternum. Page 437-438-439 ---------- No. 252 THE HOLY SOULS Officium Defunctorum Lent and Holy Week, etc. Miserere mei Deus Psalm 50 Vatican Antiphonale First Mode (First portion is sung before the Psalm) (The entire antiphon is sung at the end of Psalm) Exsultabunt Domino ossa humiliata. First Psalm Tone 1. Miserere mei Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. 2. Et secundum multitudinem miserationem tuarum, dele iniquitatem mea. 3. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me. 4. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper. 5. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris. 6. Ecce enim in iniquitatibis conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea. 7. Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti: incerta et occulta sapientiae tuae manifestasti mihi. 8. Asperges me hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor. 9. Auditui meo dabis gaudium et laetitiam: et exsultabunt ossa humiliata. 10. Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis: et omnes iniquitates meas dele. 11. Cor mundum crea in me Deus: et spiritum rectum innova in visceribus meis. 12. Ne projicias me a facie tua: et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me. 13. Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui: et spiritu principali confirma me. 14. Docebo iniquos vias tuas: et impii ad te convertentur. 15. Libera me de sanguinibus Deus, Deus salutis meae: et exsultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam. 16. Domine, labia mea aperies: et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam. 17. Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique: holocaustis non delectaberis. 18. Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus: cor contritum et humiliatum Deus non despicies. 19. Benigne fac Domine in bona voluntate tua Sion: ut aedificentur muri Jerusalem. 20. Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes et holacausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos. 21. Requiem aeternum dona eis Domine. 22. Et lux perpetua luceat eis. Page 440-441 ---------- No. 253 THE HOLY SOULS Pro Defunctis Miserere Illi Deus Arr. by N. A. M. First Mode Adagio Miserere, miserere, Miserere illi Deus, Tu Jesu Christe Domine Veniam ei concede. 1. Qui regnas in perpetuum, Trinus et unus Dominus, Defuncti hujus animam De inferno tu libera. 2. Tu vera, sancta Trinitas, Et unas in substantia, Defuncti hujus animam Cum electis agglomera. 3. O pia Dei Genitrix, Maria mater virginum, Intercede piissima Pro hoc defuncto famulo. 4. Tu Michael Archangel, Continuatis precibus Adesto nunc propitius Pro hoc defuncto famulo. 5. Inter chorus coelestium, Inter catervas martyrum, Resurgat hic in gloria Ovans ad Christi dexteram. Miserere, miserere, Miserere illi Deus, Tu Jesu Christe Domine Veniam ei concede. Page 442-443 ---------- No. 254 MOTETS FOR FESTIVAL OCCASIONS Laudate Dominum Unison, two or four part chorus Fr. Schubert Arr. by N. A. M. Allegro moderato Laudate Dominum, laudate Dominum, omnes gentes: laudate, laudate eum omnes populi. Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus; et veritas Domini manet in aeternum. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 444-445-446 ---------- No. 255 Jubilate Deo Motet for two or four part chorus W. A. Mozart Edited and arr. by N. A. M. Allegro Jubilate Deo omnis terra, servite, servite Domino, Domino in laetitia, in laetitia. Laudate nomen ejus, laudate nomen ejus: quoniam suavis est Dominus, est Dominus. Alleluia, Alleluia. Page 447-448 ---------- No. 256 GENERAL O Bone Jesu! Motet G. P. da Palestrina Andante O bone Jesu! miserere nobis: quia tu creasti nos, tu redemisti nos sanguine tuo pretiosissimo. Page 449 ---------- No. 257 SUNDAY AT HIGH MASS Asperges Me For Unison, two or four part chorus Sung each Sunday before High Mass from Trinity Sunday to Palm Sunday inclusive. Nicola. A. Montani Celebrant Asperges me. Choir Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor. Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. * Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Asperges me. * Note: On Passion Sunday and Palm Sunday the "Gloria Patri" etc. is omitted and repition is made from the beginning "Asperges" to Fine. Responses Cel. 1. Ostende nobis Domine misericordiam tuam. (Alleluia.) 2. Domine exaudi orationem meam. 3. Dominus vobiscum. Choir. 1. Et salutare tuum da nobis. (Alleluia.) 2. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. 3. Et cum spiritu tuo. 4. Amen. Page 450-451-452 ---------- No. 258 SUNDAY AT HIGH MASS Vidi Aquam For Unison, two part or four part chorus Sung before High Mass on Sundays from Easter to Pentecost inclusive. Nicola A. Montani Allegro moderato Celebrant Vidi aquam Choir Egredientem de templo, a latere dextro, alleluia, alleluia; et omnes, ad quos pervenit aqua ista, salvi facti sunt, et dicent, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Confitemini Domino quoniam bonus: quoniam in saeculum misericordia ejus. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. For responses see No. 257 (Eastertide) Page 453-454-455 ---------- No. 259 HIGH MASS, REQUIEMS, BENEDICTION VESPERS, PONTIFICAL BLESSING, ETC. Responses Note: It is not permissible (according to the decrees of the Congregation of Rites), to accompany the celebrant on the organ at the Orations, Preface, or Pater Noster etc. The laudable custom of not accompanying the Choir for the responses is also being generally observed. The key of A flat here given, is suggested as being best suited to all voices. 1. Cel: V. Dominus vobiscum Choir: R. Et cum spiritu tuo. 2. At ending of prayers sung in recto tono Cel: V. Per omnia saecula saeculorum. Choir: R. Amen. When prayers are sung with the following ending choir responds with the "Amen" as indicated below. 3. Cel.: V. Per omnia saecula saeculorum. Cel.: V. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. R. Amen. Note: After the Epistle it has been (incorrectly) the custom in certain churches for the choir to sing "Deo Gratias". This response (as well as the "Laus tibi Christi" after the Gospel) is for the Ministers of the mass, or Acolytes only, and has never been included in the Graduale and the official books in the notation of the parts to be sung by the choir. See "Ecclesiastical Review," (Philadelphia, Pa., Nov., 1903, page 539.) 4. AT THE GOSPEL Cel: V. Dominus vobiscum Choir: R. Et cum spiritu tuo. Cel.: V. Sequentia sancti Evangelii secundum Matthaeum. Choir: R. Gloria tibi Domine. 5. AT THE PREFACE. Solemn tone. Sundays, Holy Days, etc. Cel.: Per omnia saecula saeculorum. Choir: R. Amen. Cel: V. Dominus vobiscum Choir: R. Et cum spiritu tuo. Cel.: V. Sursum corda. Choir: Habemus ad Dominum. Cel.: V. Gratias agamus Domino Deo nostro. Choir: R. Dignum et justum est. 6. AT THE PATER NOSTER "Per omnia" etc. as at No. 5. At the conclusion of the "Pater Noster:" Cel.: Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. Choir: Sed libera nos a malo. 7. BEFORE THE "AGNUS DEI:" "Per omnia" etc. as at No. 5. Cel V. Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum. Choir: Et cum spiritu tuo. 8. FOR REQUIEMS etc. (Tonus ferialis) AT THE PREFACE "Per omnia" etc. (No. 5) Cel.: V. Dominus vobiscum. Choir: R. Et cum spiritu tuo. Cel.: V. Sursum corda. Choir: Habemus ad Dominum. Cel.: V. Gratias agamus Domino Deo nostro. Choir: R. Dignum et justum est. 9. AT THE END OF REQUIEM MASS. Choir: Requiescant in pace. Amen. 10. AT THE ABSOLUTION = AFTER THE "Libera" 1st Chorus (Tutti) Kyrie eleison 2d Chorus Christe eleison 1st and 2d Chorus (Tutti) Kyrie eleison Cel: V. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. Choir: R. Sed libera nos a malo. Cel. (a) V. A porta inferi. R. Erue Domine animam ejus. (animas eorum) (b) V. Requiescat in pace. R. Amen (c) V. Domine exaudi orationem meam. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. (d) V. Requiem aeternam dona ei (eis) Domine. R. Et lux perpetua luceat ei (eis). (e) V. Requiescat (No. 9) R. Amen. PONTIFICAL CEREMONIES 11. AT THE PONTIFICAL BLESSING (a) V. Sit nomen Domini benedictum. R. Ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum. (b) Adjutorium nostrum in nomine Domini. R. Qui fecit caelum et terram. (c) Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus: Pater, et Filius, et Spiritus Sanctus. R. Amen. BENEDICTION 12 BENEDICTION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Chanters: V. Panem de coelo praestitisti eis. (Alleluia.) Choir. R. Omne delectamentum in se habentem. (Alleluia.) 13 Responses at the end of Mass = Toni "Ite Missa Est" a) From Holy Saturday to Low Sunday (exclusive) Eight Mode Deo gratias, alleluia, alleluia. b) From Low Sunday to the Saturday after Pentecost (inclusive) Seventh Mode Deo gratias. c) For Solemn Feasts Fifth Mode Deo gratias. d) For Doubles (No. 1) First Mode Deo gratias. e) (De Angelis) Doubles Fifth Mode XV. s. Deo gratias. f) Feasts of the Blessed Virgin Mary First Mode XII. s. Deo gratias. g) For the Sundays of the Year (Orbis Factor) First Mode X. s. Deo gratias h) Sundays in Advent and Lent First Mode X. s. Deo gratias Page 456-457-458-459-460-461-462-463 ---------- No. 260 VESPER HYMN Lucis Creator Optime Nicolaus Decius 1480-1529 Moderato 1. Lucis Creator optime, Lucem dierum proferens, Primordiis lucis novae Mundi parans originem: 2. Qui mane junctum vesperi Diem vocari praecipis: Illabitur tetrum chaos, Audi preces cum fletibus. 3. Ne mens gravata crimine, Vitae sit exsul munere, Dum nil perenne cogitat, Seseque culpis illigat. 4. Coeleste pulset ostium: Vitale tollat praemium: Vite mus omne noxium, Purgemus omne pessimum. 5. Praesta, Pater piissime, Patrique compar Unice, Cum Spiritu Paraclito, Regnans per omne saeculum. Amen. Page 464 ---------- No. 261 COMPLINE Te Lucis Ante Terminum Ad Completorium Severus Gastorius (d. 1678) Moderately fast 1. Te, lucis ante terminum, Rerum Creator, poscimus, Ut pro tua clementia, Sis praesul et custodia. 2. Procul recedant somnia, Et noctium phantasmata; Hostemque nostrum comprime, Ne polluantur corpora. 3. Praesta, Pater piissime, Patrique compar Unice, Cum Spiritu Paraclito, Regnans per omne saeculum. Amen. (Tempore Paschal, in Dominicis et in Festis) 3. Deo Patri sit gloria, Et Filio, quia mortuis Surrexit, ac Paraclito, In sempiterna saecula. Amen. (In festis Corporis Christi et B. Mariae Virginis) 3. Jesu, tibi sit gloria, Qui natus es de Virgine, Cum Patre et almo Spiritu, In sempiterna saecula. Amen. Page 465 ---------- No. 262 COMPLINE Nunc Dimittis Officium Parvum B. M. V. CANTICUM SIMEONIS Vatican Antiphonale (for Antiphon "Sub Tuum" see No. 218) Seventh Tone 1. Nunc dimittis servum tuum Domine, secundum verbum tuum in pace. 2. Quia viderunt oculi mei, salutare tuum. 3. Quod parasti, ante faciem omnium populorum. 4. Lumen ad revelationem gentium, et gloriam plebis tuae Israel. 5. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, 6. Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 466-467 ---------- No. 263 COMPLINE In Manus Tuas Domine Responsorium breve Vatican Antiphonale Per annum Sixth Mode In manus tuas Domine, Commendo spiritum meum. In manus tuas Domine, Commendo spiritum meum. V. Redemisti nos Domine, Deus veritatis. Commendo spiritum meum. V. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto, In manus tuas Domine, Commendo spiritum meum. V. Custodi nos Domine ut pupillam oculi. Choir: Sub umbra alarum tuarum protege nos. Page 468 ---------- No. 264 PRO GRATIARUM ACTIONE Te Deum Laudamus Juxta morem Romanum Vatican Graduale Harmonized by N. A. M. Third Mode Celebrant 1. Te Deum laudamus Chorus Te Dominum confitemur. Chorus (in alternate sections) 2. Te aeternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur. 3. Tibi omnes Angeli, tibi coeli et universae potestates: 4. Tibi Cherubim et Seraphim incessabili voce proclamant: 5. Sanctus: 6. Sanctus: 7. Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. 8. Pleni sunt coeli et terra majestatis gloriae tuae. 9. Te gloriosus Apostolorum chorus: 10. Te Prophetarum laudabilis numerus: 11. Te Martyrum candidatus laudat exercitus. 12. Te per orbem terrarum sancta confitetur Ecclesia. 13. Patrem immensae majstatis: 14. Venerandum tuum verum, et unicum Filium.: 15. Sanctum quoque Paraclitum Spiritum. 16. Tu Rex gloriae, Christe. Tu Patris sempiternus es Filius. 17. Tu ad liberandum suscepturus hominem, non horruisti Virginis uterum. 18. Tu devicto mortis aculeo aperuisti credentibus regna coelorum. 19. Tu ad dexteram Dei sedes in gloria Patris. 20. Judex crederis esse venturus. All kneel here 21. Te ergo quaesumus, tuis famulis subveni, quos pretioso sanguine redemisti. 22. Aeterna fac cum sanctis tuis in gloria numerari. 23. Salvum fac populum tuum Domine, et benedic haereditati tuae. 24. Et rege eos, et extolle illos usque in aeternum. 25. Per singulos dies, benedicimus te. 26. Et laudamus nomen tuum in saeculum, et in saeculum saeculi. 27. Dignare Domine die isto sine peccato nos custodire. 28. Miserere nostri Domine, miserere nostri. 29. Fiat misericordia tua Domine super nos, quemadmodum speravimus in te. 30. In te Domine speravi: non confundar in aeternum. Responses Cel. V. Benedicamus Patrem et Filium cum Sancto Spiritu. Choir. R. Laudemus et superexaltemus eum in saecula. Cel. V. Benedictus es Domine, in firmamento coeli. Choir. R. Et laudabilis, et gloriosus, et superexaltatus in saecula. Cel. V. Domine exaudi orationem meam. Choir. R. Et clamor meus ad te veniat. Cel. V. Dominus vobiscum. Choir. R. Et cum Spiritu tuo. Page 469-470-471-472-473-474 ---------- No. 265 IN FESTIS B. MARIAE VIRGINIS Mass of the Blessed Virgin Mary Cum jubilo No. IX Kyrie XII Century From the Vatican Graduale Harmonized by N. A. Montani First Mode (transposed) With devotion but also with animation Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Page 475-476 ---------- No. 266 Gloria XI Century Melody Seventh Mode (transposed) [Optional key] Celebrant Gloria in excelsis Deo. Choir Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis. Laudamus te. Benedicimus te. Adoramus te. Glorificamus te. Gratias agimus tibi, propter magnam gloriam tuam. Domine Deus, Rex Coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens. Domine Fili unigenite Jesu Christe. Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris. Qui tollis peccata mundi: Miserere nobis. Qui tollis peccata mundi: suscipe deprecationem nostram. Qui sedes as dexteram Patris, miserere nobis. Quoniam to solus sanctus. To solus Dominus. Tu solus Altissimus, Jesu Christe. Cum Sancto Spiritu, in gloria Dei Patris. Amen. Page 477-478-479-480 ---------- No. 267 Credo No.4 XV Century First Mode Celebrant Credo in unum Deum. Choir Patrem omnipotentem factorem coeli et terrae, visibilium omnium, et in invisibilium. Et in unum Dominum Jesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum. Et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero. Genitum, non factum, consubstantialem Patri: per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines, et propter nostram salutem descendit de coelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine: Et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis: sub Pontio Pilato passus et sepultus est. Et resurrexit tertia die secundum Scripturas. Et ascendit in coelum: sedat ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, judicare vivos et mortuos: cujus regni non erit finis. Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum, et vivificantem: qui ex Patre Filioque procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur, et con glorificatur: qui locutus est per Prophetas. Et unam, sanctum catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum. Et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen. Page 481-482-483-484-485-486-487 ---------- No. 268 Sanctus and Benedictus XIV Century Fifth Mode Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis. Page 488 ---------- No. 269 Agnus Dei (X) XIII Century Fifth Mode Chanters or Solo Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: dona nobis pacem. For "Deo Gratias" see "Responses" No. 259. Page 489 ---------- No. 270 The Requiem Mass Missa Pro Defunctis Introit From the Vatican Edition of the Graduale Transcribed by N. A. Montani Sixth Mode Chanters Tutti Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. Te decet hymnus Deus in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem: exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis car veniet. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. Kyrie Sixth Mode Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Page 490 ---------- Graduale Second Mode Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. In memoria aeterna erit justus: ab auditione mala non timebit. (Note) Instead of the chant, if preferred, the "Graduale" and "Tractus" may be sung "recto tono": (text sung on one note) the organ giving a series of simple chords appropriately adjusted to the reciting tone. Page 491 ---------- Tractus Eighth Mode Absolve, Domine, animas omnium fidelium defunctorum ab omni vinculo delictorum. V. Et gratia tua illis succorrente, mereantur evadere judicium ultionis. V. Et lucis aeternae beatitudine perfrui. Page 492 ---------- Sequence Dies Irae First Mode 1. Die irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla: Teste David cum Sibylla. 2. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando judex et venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus! 3. Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulcra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum. 4. Mors stupebit et natura, Cum resurget creatura, Judicanti responsura. 5. Liber scriptus proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur 6. Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet apparebit: Nil inultum remanebit. 7. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronem rogaturus? Cum vix justus sit securus. 8. Rex tremendae majestatis, Qui salvan dos salvas gratis, Salva me fons pietatis. 9. Recordare Jesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae: Ne me perdas illa die. 10. Quaerens me, sedisti lassus: Redemisti crucem passus: Tantus labor non sit casus. 11. Juste judex ultionis, Donum fac remissionis; Ante diem rationis. 12. Ingemisco, tamquam reus: Culpa rubet vultus meus: Supplicanti parce Deus. 13. Qui Mariam absolvisti, Et latronem exaudisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti. 14. Preces meae non sunt dignae: Sed tu bonus fac benigne, Ne perenni cremer igne. 15. Inter oves locum praesta, Et ab hoedis me sequestra, Statuens in parte dextra. 16. Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me cum benedictis. 17. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis: Gere curam mei finis. 18. Lacrimosa dies illa, Qua resurget ex favilla. 19. Judicandus homo reus: Huic ergo parce Deus. 20. Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Amen. Page 493-494-495 ---------- OFFERTORY Domine Jesu Christe Second Mode Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum de poenis inferni, et de profundo lacu: libera eas de ore leonis, ne absorbeat eas tartarus, ne cadant in obscurum: sed signifer sanctus Michael repraesentet eas in lumen sanctam: Quam olim Abrahae promisisti, et semini ejus. V. Hostias et preces tibi Domine laudis offerimus: tu suscipe pro animabus illis, quarum hodie memoriam facimus: fac eas, Domine, de morte transire advitam. Quam olim Abrahae promisisti, et semini ejus. For Requiem Responses see No. 259 = (8-9-10) ---------- Sanctus and Benedictus Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis. ---------- Agnus Dei Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: dona nobis pacem. Page 495-496-497 ---------- Communion Eighth Mode Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine: Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum, quia pius es. V. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum, quia pius es. ---------- ABSOLUTION Libera me Domine Responsorium. First Mode Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda: Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra Dum veneris judicare saeculum perignem. V. Tremens factus sum ego et timeo, dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira. Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra. Dies illa, dies irae, calamitas et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde. Dum veneris judicare saeculum perignem. V. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda: Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra Dum veneris judicare saeculum perignem. For Responses see No. 259(10) Page 498-499 ---------- No. 271 The Mass of the Angels (Missa de Angelis) (VIII In Festis Duplicibus 5) with Credo No.3 Kyrie Vatican Gradule Transcribed by N. A. Montani XV-XVI Century Moderately fast Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Page 500 ---------- No. 272 Gloria XVI Century Melody Fifth Mode To obtain contrast and observe the traditional Antiphonal manner of rendition it is suggested that the choir be divided; one section singing the portions indicated by (1) the other the portions designated (2). Celebrant Gloria in excelsis Deo. Choir (1) Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis. (2) Laudamus te. (1) Benedicimus te. (2) Adoramus te. (1) Glorificamus te. (2) Gratias agimus tibi, propter magnam gloriam tuam. (1) Domine Deus, Rex Coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens. (2) Domine Fili unigenite Jesu Christe. (1) Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris. (2) Qui tollis peccata mundi: Miserere nobis. (1) Qui tollis peccata mundi: suscipe deprecationem nostram. (2) Qui sedes as dexteram Patris, miserere nobis. (1) Quoniam to solus sanctus. (2) To solus Dominus. (1) Tu solus Altissimus, Jesu Christe. Tutti Cum Sancto Spiritu, in gloria Dei Patris. Amen. Page 501 ---------- No. 273 Credo III (De Angelis XVII Century Melody) Celebrant Credo in unum Deum. Choir (1) Patrem omnipotentem factorem coeli et terrae, visibilium omnium, et in invisibilium. (2) Et in unum Dominum Jusum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum. (1) Et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. (2) Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero. (1) Genitum, non factum, consubstantialem Patri: per quem omnia facta sunt. (2) Qui propter nos homines, et propter nostram salutem descendit de coelis. (1) Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine: Et homo factus est. (2) Crucifixus etiam pro nobis: sub Pontio Pilato passus et sepultus est. (1) Et resurrexit tertia die secundum Scripturas. (2) Et ascendit in coelum: sedat ad dexteram Patris. (1) Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, judicare vivos et mortuos: cujus regni non erit finis. (2) Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum, et vivificantem: qui ex Patre Filioque procedit. (1) Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur, et con glorificatur: qui locutus est per Prophetas. (2) Et unam, sanctum catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. (1) Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. (2) Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum. (1) Et vitam venturi saeculi. (Tutti) Amen. Page 503-504-505-506 ---------- No. 274 Sanctus and Benedictus XI Century Sixth Mode (1) Sanctus, (2) Sanctus, (1) Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. (2) Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. (1-2) Hosanna in excelsis. (Soli) Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. (1-2) Hosanna in excelsis. Page 507 ---------- No. 275 Agnus Dei XV Century Sixth Mode Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: dona nobis pacem. For "Ite Missa Est" and "Deo Gratias" see No. 259. 13-e Page 508 ---------- No. 276 Vespers in honor of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Can be sung in place of the proper Vespers of the day) From the Vatican Antiphonale Transcribed by N. A. M. Celebrant Deus in adjutorium meus intende. Choir Domine ad adjuvandum me festina. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Alleluia. From Septuagesima to Easter the following is sung instead of the Alleluia. Laus tibi Domine Rex aeternae gloriae. Page 509 ---------- First Antiphon and Psalm Third Tone (a ending) Chanter Dum esset rex Choir in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suavitatis. Alleluia. Dixit Dominus (Psalm 109) 1. Dixit Dominus, Domino meo: Sede a dextris meis: 2. Donec ponam inimicos tuos, scabellum pedum tuorum. 3. Virgam virtutis tuae emitte Dominus ex Sion: dominare in medio inimicorum tuorem. 4. Tecum principium in die virtutis tuae in splendoribus sanctorum: ex utero ante luciferum genui te. 5. Juravit Dominus, et non paenitebit eum: Tu es sacerdos in aeternum secundum ordinem Melchisedech. 6. Dominus a dextris tuis, confregit in die irae suae reges. 7. Judicabit in nationibus, implebit ruinas: conquassabit capita in terra multorum. 8. De torrente in via bibet: propterea exalta bit caput. 9. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 10. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Dum esset rex in accubitu suo, nardus mea dedit odorem suavitatis. Alleluia. Page 510-511 ---------- Second Antiphon and Psalm Fourth Tone (A) Laeva ejus sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me. Alleluia. ---------- Laudate pueri (Psalm 112) 1. Laudate pueri Dominum: laudate nomen Domini. 2. Sit nomen Domini benedictum, ex hoc nunc, et usque in saeculum. 3. A solis ortu usque ad occasum, laudabile nomen Domini. 4. Excelsus super omnes gentes Dominus, et super coelos gloria ejus. 5. Quis sicut Dominus Deus noster, qui in altis habitat, et humilia respicit in coelo et in terra. 6. Suscitans a terra inopem, et de stercore erigens pauperem: 7. Ut collocet eum cum principibus, cum principibus populi sui. 8. Qui habitare facit sterilem in domo, matrem fili orum laetantem. 9. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 10. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Page 512-513 ---------- Third Antiphon and Psalm Third Tone (b) Chanter Nigra sum sed formosa, Choir filiae Jerusalem: ideo dilexit me rex, et introduxit me in cubiculum suum. Alleluia. ---------- Laetatus sum (Psalm 121) 1. Laetatus sum in his quae dicta sunt mihi: In domum Domini ibimus. 2. Stantes erant pedes nostri, in atriis tuis Jerusalem. 3. Jerusalem, quae aedificatur ut civitas: cujus participatio ejus in idipsum. 4. Illuc enim ascenderunt tribus, tribus Domini: testimonium Israel ad confitendum nomini Domini. 5. Quia illic sederunt sedes in judicio, sedes super domum David. 6. Rogate quae ad pacem sunt Jerusalem: et abundantia diligentibus te: 7. Fiat pax in virtute tua: et abundantia in turribus tuis. 8. Propter fratres meos et proximos meos, loquebar pacem de te: 9. Propter domum Domini Dei nostri, quaesivi bona tibi. 10. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 11. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Nigra sum sed formosa, filiae Jerusalem: ideo dilexit me rex, et introduxit me in cubiculum suum. Alleluia. Page 515 ---------- Fourth Antiphon and Psalm Eighth Tone (G) Chanter Jam himes transiit, Choir imber abiit et recessit: surge amica mea, et veni. Alleluia. ---------- Nisi Dominus (Psalm 126) 1. Nisi Dominus aedificaverit domum, in vanum laboraverunt qui aedificant eam. 2. Nisi Dominus custodierit civitatem, frustra vigilat qui custodit eam. 3. Vanum est vobis ante lucem surgere: surgite postquam sederitis, qui manducatis panem doloris. 4. Cum dederit dilectis suis somnum: 5. Sicut sagittae in manu potentis: ita filii excussorum. 6. Beatus vir qui implevit desiderium suum ex ipsis: non confundetur cum loquetur inimicis suis in porta. 7. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 8. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Jam himes transiit, imber abiit et recessit: surge amica mea, et veni. Alleluia. Page 516-517 ---------- Fifth Antiphon and Psalm Fourth Tone Chanter Speciosa facta es Choir et suavis in deliciis tuis, sancta Dei Genitrix. Alleluia. ---------- Lauda Jerusalem (Psalm 147) 1. Lauda Jerusalem Dominum: lauda Deum tuum Sion. 2. Quoniam confortavit seras portarum tuarum: benedixit fili is tuis in te. 3. Qui posuit fines tuos pacern: et adipe frumenti satiat te. 4. Qui emittit eloquium suum terrae: velociter currit sermo ejus. 5. Qui dat nivem sicut lanam: nebulam sicut cinerem spargit. 6. Mittit crystallum suam sicut buccellas: ante faciem frigoris ejus quis sustinebit? 7. Emittet verbum suum, et liquefaciet ea: flabit spiritus ejus, et fluent aquae. 8. Qui annuntiat verbum suum Jacob: justitias et judicia sua Israel. 9. Non fecit taliter omni nationi: et judicia sua non manifestavit eis. 10. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 11. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Alleluia. The Celebrant sings the Capitulum: After which the Choir sings Deo Gratias The Hymn "Ave Maris Stella" is then sung (see No. 201) after which the following versicle and response is sung: V. Dignare me laudare te Virgo sacrata. R. Da mihi virtutem contra hostes tuos. For the Second Vespers the Antiphon to the Magnificat is then intoned by a Chanter (or the Celebrant) and continued by the Choir. Page 518-519 ---------- (For the Solemn Version of the Magnificat see No. 216) The version given below is the simple setting. Ad Magnificat (In II. Vesperis) Antiphon Chanter Beatam me dicent Choir omnes generationes, quia ancillam humilem respexit Deus. Alleluia. 1. Magnificat anima mea Dominum. 2. Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo. 3. Quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae: ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes. 4. Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est: et sanctum nomen ejus. 5. Et misericordia ejus a progenie in progenies timentibus eum. 6. Fecit potentiam in brachio suo: dispersit superbos mente cordis sui. 7. Deposuit potentes de sede, et exaltavit humiles. 8. Esurientes implevit bonis: et divites dimisit inanes. 9. Suscepit, Israel puerum suum, recordatus misericordiae suae. 10. Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros, Abraham, et semini ejus in saecula. 11. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. 12. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia ancillam humilem respexit Deus. Alleluia. Page 520-521 ---------- Responses after the "Magnificat" Celebrant Dominus Vobiscum. Choir Et cum spiritu tuo. Celebrant Oremus. Choir Amen. Celebrant Benedicamus Domino. Choir Deo gratias. Celebrant Fidelium animae. Choir Amen. Celebrant Dominus det nobis suam pacem. Choir Et vitam aeternam. Amen. After this, one of the Antiphons to Our Lady is sung according to the season "Alma Redemptoris Mater," "Ave Regina," "Regina Coeli," or "Salve Regina." (See Nos. 277 to 280). (Also 202-205) Page 522 ---------- No. 277 COMPLINE Four Antiphons in honor of the Blessed Virgin * Note: See settings in figured style at Nos 202 to 205. Alma Redemptoris Mater Gregorian Fifth Mode Chanter Alma Tutti Redemptoris Mater, quae pervia caeli porta manes, Et stella maris, succurre cadenti, surgere qui curat populo: Tu quae genuisti, natura mirante, tuum sanctum Genitorem: Virgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore summens illud Ave, peccatorum miserere. 1st Response (In Advent) Et Concepit de Spiritu Sancto. 2nd Response (After Christmas) Dei Genitrix intercede pro nobis. Page 523 ---------- No. 278 Ave Regina Coelorum (Simplified Version) (Solesmes) Sixth Mode Chanters Ave Regina caelorum Tutti Ave Domina Angelorum: Salve radix, salve porta, Ex qua mundo lux est orta. Gaude Virgo gloriosa, Super omnes speciosa: Vale, o valde decora, Et pro nobis Christum exora. Response: Da mihi virtutem contra hostes tuos. Page 524 ---------- No. 279 Regina Coeli Gregorian Sixth Mode Chanter Regina coeli Tutti laetare, alleluia: Quia quem meruisti portare, alleluia: Resurrexit, sicut dixit, alleluia: Ora pro nobis Deum, alleluia. Response: Quia surrexit Dominus vere, alleluia. ---------- No. 280 Salve Regina (Solesmes) Fifth Mode Chanter Salve Regina, Tutti Mater misericordiae: Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus, exsules, filii Hevae. Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle. Eia ergo. Advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte. Et Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui, nobis post hoc exsilium ostende. O clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria. Response: Ut digni efficiamur promissionibus Christi. Page 525-526 ---------- No. 281 Missa Brevis A short and easy Mass for Unison Chorus or Chorus in two or three parts. Nicola A. Montani Andante Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Copyright 1922 by N. A. Montani Page 527 ---------- 282 Gloria Nicola A.Montani Celebrant Gloria in excels is Deo: Choir Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis. Laudamus te. Benedicimus te. Adoramus te. Glorificamus te. Gratias agimus tibi, propter magnam gloriam tuam. Domine Deus, Rex Coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens. Domine Fili unigenite Jesu Christe. Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris. Qui tollis peccata mundi: Miserere nobis. Qui tollis peccata mundi: suscipe deprecationem nostram. Qui sedes as dexteram Patris, miserere nobis. Quoniam to solus sanctus. To solus Dominus. Tu solus Altissimus, Jesu Christe. Cum Sancto Spiritu, in gloria Dei Patris. Amen. Page 528-529 ---------- No. 283 Sanctus and Benedictus (For Credo see Nos. 267 and 273) Nicola A. Montani Slowly Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Hosanna in excelsis. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis. Hosanna in excelsis. Hosanna in excelsis. Page 530 ---------- No. 284 Agnus Dei Moderato Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: dona nobis pacem. Page Page 531 ---------- The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book Compiled, Edited and Arranged by NICOLA A. MONTANI PUBLISHED IN THREE DIFFERENT EDITIONS ---------- The Complete Edition. Organ Accompaniment Containing all the music and full text 480 pages bound in blue cloth--gilt lettering--Octavo size Price --$2.00 net. Postage Extra ---------- The Singers' Edition--Melody Edition Containing one line of music (2 voices) (S.A. or T.B,) and the complete text conveniently arranged so that every syllable appears under the proper note. (550 pages. bound in blue cloth)--smaller size than the complete edition. Price $1.00 net. Postage extra ---------- The Word Edition. 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30362	----	PAUL GERHARDT'S SPIRITUAL SONGS LONDON: PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. PAUL GERHARDT'S SPIRITUAL SONGS TRANSLATED BY JOHN KELLY ALEXANDER STRAHAN, PUBLISHER 56, LUDGATE HILL, LONDON 1867 CONTENTS. PAGE Preface vii Biographical Sketch xi Index of First Lines xliii Of the Holy Trinity 1 Advent 5 Birth of Christ--Christmas 14 Circumcision of Christ--New Year 43 The Sufferings of Christ--Good Friday 49 Resurrection of Christ--Easter 71 Whitsuntide 78 Repentance 83 Prayer and the Christian Life 97 Songs of the Cross and Consolation 143 Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving 238 Morning and Evening Songs 270 Miscellaneous 289 Of Death, the Last Day, and Eternal Life 312 PREFACE. This volume contains a large selection from Paul Gerhardt's "Spiritual Songs." Every piece included is given in full, and is rendered into the metre of the original. A few of the following translations have appeared at various times during the last three years in different periodicals. They have been revised for this volume. Several of the hymns have been beautifully translated by others; and had the Translator been compiling a volume composed of selections from various authors, this might have formed a strong reason for not doing them again, but to have omitted them from a volume like the present would have been to give a selection from Gerhardt without some of his most celebrated productions; besides, in the other collections where they appear they are not all given in full, nor are they always rendered into the metre of the original, save in those published with the music attached. As far as the Translator is aware, the greater number of the following songs have never appeared in an English dress before. Every one who has reflected on the subject, or attempted metrical translation, knows that literality is rarely attainable, that a certain measure of freedom must be used. The Translator has, however, striven to maintain fidelity to the sense of the original, and has occasionally somewhat sacrificed euphony to fidelity. It is not to be expected that the people's poet of one nation and of a former age will become, through translation, the people's poet of another nation in a later generation. Individual translations may win for themselves a place side by side with the favourite songs of native growth. Instances of this will occur to every one familiar with our hymnology; but this can hardly happen in many cases. The translations on the principle of this volume may neither be uninteresting nor unedifying on that account, and it may be permitted to the Translator to trust that Paul Gerhardt in his present dress may be found stimulating and refreshing to many. Gerhardt was peculiarly a son of consolation. The Translator has found him so in the hour of trial, and he will feel repaid if he should become the cup-bearer of the rich wine of consolation contained in the hymns of the staunch old German Lutheran to any English Christian readers "who may be in any wise afflicted." The work of translation has been a labour of love. It has been the recreation of leisure hours from graver duties, and occasionally the occupation of days of unwilling, but unavoidable, total or partial freedom from professional engagements. The edition used in this translation was Wackernagel's "Paulus Gerhardt's Geistliche Lieder getreu nach der bei seinen Lebzeiten erschienenen Ausgabe wiederabgedrückt. Neue Auflage, in Taschenformat."--Stuttgart, Verlag von Samuel Gottlieb Liesching, 1855. This edition has been followed in the classification and titles both of the sections and hymns. The principal sources whence the materials for the biographical sketch have been drawn are "Paul Gerhardt's Geistliche Andachten, &c., mit Anmerkungen, einer Geschichtlichen Einleitung und Urkunden herausgegaben, von Otto Schultze."--Berlin, 1842. "Paul Gerhardt, nach seinem Leben und Wirken, aus zum Theile ungedrückten Nachrichten dargestellt," von E. G. Roth, Pastor Primarius zu Luebben in der Niederlausitz.--Leipzig, 1829. Feustking, Langbecker, Herzog, and others were also read, or more or less consulted. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. Paul Gerhardt was born in Graefenhainichen in Electoral Saxony, where his father, Christian Gerhardt, was Burgomaster. There is some doubt as to the precise year of his birth, owing to the destruction of the church books when the place was burnt by the Swedes on the 16th of April, 1637. According to some, the event took place in the year 1606; according to others, in 1607. The probability is in favour of the former date, for General Superintendent Goltlob Stolze, of Lübben,[1] says that he died, in the 70th year of his age, in the year 1676. There is no information concerning his youth and education. He was still very young when the Thirty Years' War broke out, and his preparation for his profession and entrance on it took place in those troublous times, which may account for his late settlement in a ministerial sphere. In the year 1651, when in his forty-fifth year, we find him still only a candidate[2] of theology, and resident as a tutor in the family of Andreas Bertholdt, Chancery Advocate in Berlin, whose daughter he subsequently married. In that year a vacancy occurred in the ministry at Mittenwald, by the death of Probst Caspar Göde. The magistracy of that place applied to the clergy of Berlin to recommend a suitable man to them for the office. Paul Gerhardt was their unanimous choice. They recommended him as an honourable, estimable, and learned man, whose diligence and erudition were known, of good parts and incorrupt doctrine, of a peace-loving disposition and blameless Christian life, which qualities had procured for him the love of all classes, high and low, in Berlin. They furthermore added that he had frequently, at their friendly invitation, exercised the excellent gifts with which God had endowed him for the edification of the church, and had thereby deserved well of the people, and endeared himself to them. The clergy met together for consultation, and sent this recommendation to Mittenwald without the knowledge of Gerhardt; no higher testimony, therefore, could have been given to his character, learning, and abilities. He was accordingly appointed and set apart to his office in St. Nicholas' Church, Berlin, on the 18th of November, 1651, and entered before the close of the year on his duties. The church book which he kept from Jan. 1, 1652, till Dec. 31, 1656, bears testimony to his fidelity and conscientiousness in the discharge of this part of the duties of his office. On February 11th, 1655, he was married to Anna Maria, daughter of the Chancery Advocate Bertholdt, in whose family he had been tutor. Before he left Mittenwald, his first child, a daughter, was born and died. There is a slab to her memory still standing in the church. Several circumstances in his position at Mittenwald conspired to make Gerhardt desire a change, and welcome a translation to Berlin when an opportunity offered. The relation between his colleague, Deacon Allborn, and himself was not friendly: Allborn had been passed over by the magistrates in favour of Gerhardt. The want of cordiality which prevailed in consequence must have been very trying to a man of Gerhardt's disposition. The income of the office was also small, and his circumstances consequently straitened. His ties and associations in Berlin would also be strong inducements of themselves to the acceptance of an appointment there. The welcome relief came when the magistrates appointed him to the third Diaconate of St. Nicholas' Church, vacant by the death of Probst Peter Vher, and the consequent promotion of the other ministers. The spirit in which he received and accepted the invitation is shown in his letter to the magistrates on accepting their offer. He humbly and gratefully recognized the hand of God in the matter; and, owning his own weakness, earnestly solicited the prayers of the faithful. His letter is dated June 4, 1657, and in the register of St. Nicholas there is an entry of a baptism made by him on the 22nd of July. Consequently he must have entered on his duties soon after. Gerhardt, doubtless, joyfully returned to Berlin, anticipating a happy ministry there; but it was there his greatest trials awaited him. These trials arose out of the measures taken by Frederick William,[3] at that time Elector of Brandenburg, to allay the animosity prevailing between the adherents of the Lutheran and Reformed Confessions respectively. The feud was of long standing, and the efforts made to heal it had been hitherto in vain. With the laudable desire of pacifying party strife, the Elector appointed a conference to be held between the Lutheran and Reformed clergy of Berlin and Cöln-on-the-Spree, under the direction of the Lord President, Baron Otto von Schwerin, on the Reformed side, and Chancellor Lorenz Christian von Somnitz, of Pomerania, and others, on the Lutheran side. The Lutheran clergy of the three chief churches in Berlin and Cöln, and the Reformed court preachers, Bartholomew Stosch and Johann Kunschius, the rector of the Joachimsthal Gymnasium, and the philologue Joh. Vorstius, constituted the membership of the conference. Kunschius, being soon after summoned to accompany the Elector to Königsberg, took no part in the conferences, and his place was filled by Gerson Vechner, of the Joachimsthal Gymnasium. The object of the Conference, according to the Electoral Rescript, was to consider the following points:-- I. Whether in the Reformed Confessions, particularly in those named in the last Electoral Edict (January 2nd, 1662), viz.:--The Confessio Sigismundi, the Colloquium Lipsiacum, the Declaratio Thoruniensis,--anything is taught or affirmed, in teaching, believing, or affirming which any one is, _judicio divino_, accursed. II. Whether anything is denied or passed over in silence, without acknowledging or practising which no one could be saved. The Berlin clergy were reluctant to enter on the conference. They thought that as it concerned the Church of the Mark generally it should not be limited to Berlin and Cöln, and that it was a subject requiring mature consideration. At length, however, having protested in vain, they consented, but manifestly determined to concede nothing. The conference met at various times during the years 1662-63. Gerhardt took no public part. The speaking devolved first on Probst Lilius, but soon afterwards, and for the remainder of the meetings, on Archdeacon Reinhardt. Gerhardt wrote a judgment unfavourable to the conferences, because he thought nothing but syncretism would come out of it--_i.e._, the confusion of the two confessions, into which the Rinteln theologians had permitted themselves to be seduced. By his votes he evinced his interest in all its proceedings.[4] As might be surmised, from the state of party feeling, the conference was not only fruitless, but left matters in a worse condition than they were when it first met. Furthermore, at the last sitting but one, on the 22nd of May, 1663, the Berlin clergy incurred the high displeasure of the Elector, by defending and approving the conduct of their speaker Reinhardt on an occasion when he had given great offence to his Highness. It is thought, that at this time Gerhardt wrote his heart-stirring and beautiful hymn,--Ist Gott für mich, so trete? (Is God for me, t'oppose me?) The Elector, in consequence of the result of the conferences, issued an edict on the 16th of September, 1664, in substance the same but more stringent than the previous one. All were required to pledge themselves to obedience to this edict, whereas subscription to the former one had been required only from candidates at ordination. The edict required the clergy of both confessions, on pain of dismissal from office and other penalties, to refrain from vituperating each other, from deducing absurd and impious doctrines from each other's dogmas, and imputing them to their opponents. The edict also commanded that the ordinance of baptism should be administered without exorcism, when the parents desired it. The edict produced the most profound consternation. It was regarded as endangering religious liberty and the freedom of conscience. The Lutheran preachers felt themselves hampered by it in the discharge of their duties. Regarding, as they did, their symbolical books and ecclesiastical customs as sacred things, using their authorized formularies in the instruction of the people, and introducing the element of controversy largely into their ministrations, they felt themselves quite crippled in the discharge of their functions. It seemed to them that if they gave up their liberty in the pulpit, they would be necessitated to give up their customs also, and so violate their solemn obligations. They thought that compliance would imperil the Lutheran Church, the welfare of their congregations, and the peace of their own souls. Such was the view taken of the matter by many strict and conscientious men. We cannot help thinking that their view was mistaken and exaggerated, that these things were not endangered, that it was perfectly possible for them to have been loyal to their church, to have instructed their people faithfully in all the peculiar doctrines of their system, and yet have rendered obedience to the Electoral edict. Many were actually conducting themselves both according to its letter and spirit, and yet were filled with those alarms which we must call groundless, at the very thought of binding themselves by a pledge to act as they were doing. While we hold them to have been mistaken, we cannot but respect their fidelity to their honest convictions, and their fortitude in accepting the sad consequences,--the severing of the ties that bound them to beloved flocks, the loss of office and emolument, and expatriation. The principles of toleration were not rightly understood, either by the Church or State at the time. As we read the painful annals of the time, the thought often arises in the mind, how much better had it been if the evil which it was the laudable intention of the Elector to correct, had been permitted to work its own cure. There were doubtless many, who had given too much cause for complaint by the licence they allowed themselves in the pulpit in attacking their theological adversaries, but those who suffered most would probably be those, who, like Gerhardt, were not open to reproach, yet felt themselves constrained by conscience to refuse obedience to the Elector's command. Hundreds signed the edict. Some who had scruples yielded on account of their wives and children. There was a witticism current at the time which was put into the mouths of the pastors' wives:-- "Schreibt, Schreibt, Lieber Herre, auf dass ihr bei der Pfarre bleibt." Which may be freely and roughly rendered,-- "Subscribe, subscribe, dear husband, do! Lest you must from the parish go." Very many, however, were thrown into the greatest distress of mind, and could not obey and preserve a good conscience. The Berlin ministers sought the opinion of various theological faculties and churches on the crisis. The Elector, ignorant of the trouble given to the consciences of many worthy men, viewed this conduct on their part as self-willed, and an unwarrantable opposition to what appeared to him a needful regulation. He ordered Lilius and Reinhardt to be removed from office, if they delayed to subscribe, and gave the others time for consideration. The two former, failing to obey, were deposed. Gerhardt, with the three others who were threatened, turned to the magistracy, and solicited their good offices in intercession with the Elector. The magistrates represented to the Elector that the Berlin clergy had observed the edict, but that they objected to subscription; they begged the Elector not to enforce subscription on those already in office, as it would tend to compromise them with the people and foreign churches; they furthermore stated, that obedience rests not so much in subscription and in the letter, as in the mind and in deed. They begged him to reinstate Lilius and Reinhardt in office. The Berlin clergy presented a petition, substantially to the same effect, at the same time. They stated, in addition, that the Reformed clergy had not been compelled to sign. The only result of this petition was, that the Reformed were forthwith commanded to subscribe the edict. The ministers, in another document, set forth their scruples at large, but thereby only incurred the further displeasure of the Elector. The deposition of Lilius and Reinhardt, however, caused such an uproar, that the Elector issued a declaration on May 4, 1665, setting forth the seasons of his procedure. Further efforts were made, and the result was, that time was allowed to Lilius to reconsider his refusal, and in the beginning of the following year he subscribed. On account of his compliance, he became the object of the most bitter and galling attacks, and did not long survive. The last days of the old man were embittered by the treatment he received at the hands of zealous, but uncharitable Lutherans, and death was doubtless a welcome event to him. In the case of Reinhardt, the result was only a more severe sentence. He was banished from the town, forbidden to maintain any correspondence with it, and the magistrates were ordered to fill up the vacancy caused by his removal. He removed to Leipzig, where he was chosen to the pastorate of St. Nicholas' Church, and was subsequently made Professor of Theology, which office he held till his death, in 1669. Paul Gerhardt was the next minister who was called on to subscribe the edict. The Elector was convinced that, next to Reinhardt, he was the most vehement opponent of peace between the Lutheran and Reformed. When Reinhardt was reproached in the Consistory with inciting his colleagues to resistance, Gerhardt said, with some warmth, that it was not so, that he had encouraged Reinhardt when he showed a disposition to yield; he was older in years, and had been longer in office, and he should be sorry to follow others. It was also said, that during an illness which befell him, he sent for his colleagues, and earnestly warned them not to subscribe the bond pledging them to observance of the edict. These things were, at least, carried to the Elector, and prejudiced him against Gerhardt. On the same day that Lilius was reinstated in office, Gerhardt was cited to appear before the Consistory (Feb. 6th, 1666), and called upon to sign. Eight days were allowed him for consideration, and in the first instance he accepted the delay, but before the rising of the same session, he declared that he had had ample time for consideration, and that he could not change his mind, whereupon he was deposed from office, in the name of the Elector. Great as was the agitation produced in the public mind by the deposition of Lilius and Reinhardt, the sensation occasioned by Gerhardt's was much more profound. He was the most beloved, as well as most celebrated, of all the ministers. Measures were immediately taken by the community in his favour. The citizens and the guilds of the cloth-makers, bakers, butchers, tailors, and pewterers, united to petition the magistrates in favour of exemption for Gerhardt. They said that every one knew that he had never spoken against the faith and the co-religionists of the Elector, much less vituperated them, but that he had sought to lead every one to true Christianity, and had never attacked any one in word or deed. The magistrates, on presenting this representation to the Elector, on the 13th of February, added:--"He has not thought of the Reformed, much less insulted them; he has maintained a blameless walk, giving offence to no one, so much so, that his Highness, without any suspicion, had admitted his songs into the hymn-book for the Mark, in 1658. Should a man so pious, so intellectual, so celebrated in many lands, leave the town, it was to be feared that grave thoughts would be excited in the minds of foreigners, and that God would visit them for it. If he refused subscription, it would not be imputed to disobedience, but to scruples of conscience, seeing that before the publication of the edict he had fulfilled its object by his modest behaviour." The Prince, in reply, stated that he had sufficient grounds for enforcing the provisions of the edict, and that Gerhardt must comply with them, or bear the penalty. A second petition was got up in his favour, in which, in addition to the above guilds, the carpenters, cutlers, armourers, and coppersmiths joined. As this petition also was unfavourably received, the States of the Mark took up the cause of the deposed. "The dismissal of Gerhardt," they informed the Elector, on the 27th of July, 1666, "excited great fear in the country for religion, for this man is recognized by the adherents of both confessions as a pious, exemplary, and, without doubt, a peace-loving theologian, against whom no charge can be brought save his refusal to subscribe the edicts." The Elector yielded at length. After his return from Cleve, he summoned the magistrates to appear before him, on January 9th, 1667, at three o'clock in the afternoon; and through the Lord President, Otto von Schwerin, in presence of several privy councillors, made the desired, but hardly expected announcement, that as there was no complaint against Paul Gerhardt, save that he refused to subscribe the edicts, his Electoral Highness must believe that he has misunderstood the purport of them; he, therefore, restored him to his office, and absolved him from the necessity of subscription. Immediately after the audience, the Elector sent a private secretary to Gerhardt, to convey the intelligence to him, and to say at the same time that his Highness cherished the confident expectation that he would act conformably to the edicts, without subscription, and continue to manifest his known moderation. Next day the magistrates, delighted with the grace of the Prince, hastened to inform Gerhardt of his unconditional restoration to office, and on the 12th of January, the joyous event was announced in the _Sunday Mercury_, a weekly paper very much read in Berlin at that time. But the private message from the Elector threw Gerhardt into fresh distress of mind. He felt hampered by the condition still attached to his restoration to office, and he applied to the magistrates to aid him in discovering the exact terms of his restoration. In his letter to the magistrates, he expressed his earnest desire to spend the remainder of his life among his flock, if he could do so with a good conscience, saying how wretched a thing it was to hold office with an uneasy conscience. He knew the anxieties incident to the faithful discharge of the pastoral office, and said, that he would be the most wretched man on earth if to them were added the reproaches of a guilty conscience. His desire was not in the very least to appear to depart from his previous mode of teaching, and from the customs of his church, which, as a Lutheran clergyman, he had sworn to maintain. Referring to the moderation which had been so commended in him, he said, "I have never understood it, and never can understand it otherwise, than that I shall be permitted to remain faithful to my Lutheran confessions of faith, and especially to the 'Formula Concordiae,' and that I am not required to regard any of them, or permit others to regard any one of them, as a dishonourable, injurious, or blasphemous book." The magistrates sent him a copy of the decree reinstating him in office, hoping thereby to remove his scruples. He made a further representation to the magistrates on the 26th of January, 1667. In this he pointed out how the decree ascribed his refusal to a misunderstanding of the edicts, and that, though absolved from subscription, he was bound by them still; that he could only understand the edicts literally; that he could not re-enter his office with any other conscience than he had first entered it with; he could not inflict on himself the wound on re-entrance into office which he had, in the strength of the Holy Ghost, patiently and silently endured a year's suspension to avoid; that if his conscience permitted him to yield obedience he would subscribe the edicts, "for," said he, "what I can do with a good conscience, I can easily consent and promise to do." He begged them to intercede for him with the Prince, that he might be absolved from obedience to the edicts on resuming office. In everything else he promised all possible hearty and humble obedience. He begged that he might be permitted to adhere to his Lutheran Confessions and "Formula Concordiae;" that he might so instruct his flock, and pledge himself to no other moderation than was rooted in these confessions. Only on these terms, he said, could he consent to preach. Gerhardt also wrote to the Elector to the same effect. The magistrates resolved once more to apply to the Elector. They briefly stated the case, and begged his Highness to relieve Gerhardt's scruples. The Elector, on the very same day, returned their statement to the magistrates, with these words written on the margin:--"If the preacher, Paul Gerhardt, will not resume the office so graciously vouchsafed to him again, by his Serene Electoral Highness, for which he will have to answer to the Most High God, let the magistrates of Berlin, at their earliest convenience, invite some other able and peace-loving persons to preach as candidates; but let them not call any one until they have first humbly made known his qualifications to his Serene Highness.--Cöhl-on-the-Spree, Feb. 4th, 1667.--(Signed) Friederich Wilhelm." Gerhardt resigned his office, and so ended his ministry in Berlin. So great was the love his former flock bore to him that they still continued to contribute to his support. It is commonly believed, that after his deposition in Berlin, he was invited to Saxe-Merseberg by Duke Christian, and that, on refusing the offer, the Duke granted him a pension. Otto Schultze, one of his biographers, and seemingly the most careful and thorough of them, says that he was unable to find any certain testimony to either of these facts. It seems strange that he should refuse to go to Saxe-Merseberg, when, a short time after, he unhesitatingly accepted an invitation from the magistrates of Lübben, which was in the territories of Duke Christian; and in his correspondence with the magistrates of Lübben there is no reference to such an invitation from the Duke. The fact of his refusal, in the first instance, and his ready acceptance in the second, might be accounted for, however, by the death of his wife, which took place in March, 1668, whereby one very strong tie that bound him to Berlin was severed. A story is told about this period of his life, and was for a long time received as an undoubted fact, which is so romantic that we could almost wish it were true. It is said, that having no certain dwelling-place, he set out with his wife and family to return to his fatherland, Electoral Saxony; that one evening his wife was sitting in the hotel where they were staying for the night, bemoaning her hard lot. Gerhardt in vain endeavoured to console her, and quoted Psalm xxxvii. 5, to her. Touched by the words himself, he went and sat down on a garden seat and wrote the song, "Commit whatever grieves thee," &c., and came and read it to his wife, who was immediately comforted. Later in the evening the Duke of Saxe-Merseberg's messengers arrived, bearing a letter to Gerhardt, offering him a pension, till he was otherwise provided for. They were glad when they found out who Gerhardt was, and handed him the letter, which he in turn handed to his wife, saying, "Did I not tell you to commit your ways unto the Lord?" Unfortunately for this story, the hymn in question had been published in 1666, and the story is otherwise inconsistent with the known facts of his history.[5] The story is equally groundless, that this hymn was the means of procuring him an invitation from the Elector to return to Berlin. The magistrates of Lübben, hearing of him, invited him to preach there, as a candidate for the vacant archdiaconate. He went thither and preached before them on October 14th, 1668. The next day he was informed as to the income, inspected the official residence, expressed his willingness to accept the appointment, and was assured that it would be offered to him. He then returned to Berlin. He did not take up his residence in Lübben until June in the following year, owing partly to domestic affliction, and partly to the vexatious delay in preparing his official house for his reception, arising from the dilatoriness and indifference of the magistrates in the matter. He had expressed hope, when he saw the house, which was unfit for any minister to live in, and not large enough for his family, that a more convenient one might be provided. He was assured that a deacon's house adjoining wonld be added to it. A friend visited Lübben some time after his appointment, and the work was not begun, nor even at a later period, when he himself went over. No sympathy was manifested towards him. He was asked if he wished to recede from his promise, and whether he wished a house _pro dignitate_; and was told that they did not know he had so large a household, and that what had been good enough before might be good enough still. All this must have been exceedingly annoying and humiliating to Gerhardt. Other points were raised with reference to the details of his ministerial duties; but leaving them for friendly settlement after his entrance on his office, he simply claimed that a house, not _pro dignitate_, but _pro necessitate_, should be prepared. A full statement of the case, addressed by him to the Government President, Alex. von Hoymb, at length produced the desired effect. He took the oath of religion before the Consistory on the 6th of June, and entered on the duties of his office on the third Sunday in Trinity. Gerhardt, in these transactions, appears to great advantage, in the reasonableness of his demands, and the manner he dealt with the ungenerous imputations made upon his motives and character. He would have removed to Lübben sooner had there been a suitable house to be got; but there was none. He laid stress, in his correspondence, on the want of a study in the Archdeacon's house, and insisted on the necessity of having a place for meditation and prayer, if he was to discharge his duties aright. There are no written records concerning his work in Lübben. Dim tradition says, that he was often melancholy, that in these moods he would betake himself to the church, and kneeling before the crucifix, seek strength in fervent prayer. Feustking (who was almost his contemporary), General Superintendent in Anhalt-Zerbst, says, in the preface to his edition of his songs,--"Along with his piety Gerhardt had the devil, the false world, and the enemies of religion continually on his neck, with which he had to contend on the right and on the left, day and night. He also prayed very diligently, as earnestly as one pleads with his father. At the close of his life he had pious Arndt's 'Prayer and Paradise Garden' continually before him, and so highly did he esteem it, that he wrote several hymns on its contents." Many of Gerhardt's songs appeared in the first instance in various hymn-hooks. The first complete edition was published by J. E. Ebeling, Director of Music in the chief church in Berlin, in ten folio parts, each containing twelve songs, in 1666-67. It seems that Gerhardt never derived any pecuniary advantage from their publication. Tradition says, that after a warm conflict with the enemy he wrote the hymn "Wach auf mein Herz und Singe," in proof of which the second verse is quoted. But he wrote no song after leaving Berlin. Schultze mentions that there is no song bearing his name that had not been printed in 1667. His will, and the rules of life, written before his death, for his son Paul Friedrich, are worthy of quotation, revealing as they do the piety, simplicity, purity, integrity, and also the narrowness of his character.[6] After expressing his gratitude to God for all the goodness and truth shown him from his mother's womb till that hour (he had then reached his seventieth year), his hope of speedy deliverance from this life and entrance into a better, and praying God when his time came to take his soul into His Fatherly hands and grant his body quiet rest till the last day, when he should be reunited with those gone before as well as those left behind, and behold Jesus face to face, in whom he had believed though he had not seen Him, he goes on to say:-- "To my only son I leave few earthly possessions, but an honourable name, of which he will have no special reason to be ashamed. "My son knows, that from tender infancy I gave him to the Lord my God as His own, that he should be a servant and preacher of His Holy Word. Let it be so, and let him not turn aside because he may have few good days therein, for God knows how to compensate for outward trial by inward gladness of heart and joy in the Holy Ghost. Study sacred theology in pure schools and incorrupt universities, and beware of Syncretists, for they seek the things of time, and are faithful neither to God nor man. In thine ordinary life, follow not bad company, but the will and commandment of thy God. In particular "1. Do nothing evil in the hope that it will remain secret, 'For nothing can so small be spun That it comes not to the sun.' "2. Never grow angry out of thine office and calling. "If thou findest that anger hath inflamed thee, be perfectly silent, and do not utter a word until thou hast first repeated to thyself the Ten Commandments and the Christian Creed. "3. Be ashamed of sinful, fleshly lusts; and when thou comest to years that thou canst marry, do so seeking direction from God, and the good counsel of pious, faithful, and judicious persons. "4. Do people good whether they can requite you or not, for what men cannot requite the Creator of Heaven and earth has long ago requited, in that He created thee, hath given thee His dear Son, and in holy baptism hath received and adopted thee as His son and heir. "5. Flee covetousness like hell. Be content with what thou hast acquired with honour and a good conscience, though it may not be too much. Should God grant thee more, pray Him to preserve thee from any hurtful misuse of temporal possessions. _Summa_; pray diligently, study something honourable, live peacefully, serve honestly, and remain steadfastly in thy faith and confession. So wilt thou one day die and leave this world willingly, gladly, blessedly! Amen." He died on the 7th of June, 1676, as the Lübben church-book testifies, after he had been seven years in Lübben and twenty-five in the ministry. It is said, that he died with the words of one of his own hymns on his lips. "Death can never kill us even," from verse 8th of the Christian Song of Joy. "Why should sorrow ever grieve me?" He is buried in the chief church, probably near the altar, though the precise spot cannot be determined. A portrait in oil, hung up in the church, testifies to the estimation in which he was held by the congregation, for besides his, there are only the portraits of a few General Superintendents, and none of any of his predecessors in office. Towards the side, at the foot of the picture are the words:-- "Theologus in cribro Satanae versatus."[7] And under that again, the following epigram written by J. Wernsdorf:-- "Sculpta quidem Pauli, viva est atque imago Gerhardti, Cujus in ore, fides, spes, amor usque fuit. Hic docuit nostris Assaph redivivus in oris Et cecinit laudes, Christe benigne, tuas. Spiritus aethereis veniet tibi sedibus hospes, Haec ubi saepe canes Carmina Sacra Deo."[8] It is not known what became of his son, and nothing is known of his posterity. The editor of the Selection of Gerhardt's Songs--Bremen, 1817--states in his preface: "There is at present living in Bremen a great-granddaughter of Gerhardt's, eighty-one years of age, a simple Christian soul. Her father was, as she says, an advocate in Oldenburg; of her ancestor the poet she has neither written nor oral information." There are three of Gerhardt's sermons extant in the library of the gymnasium of the Grey Cloister in Berlin; and the titles and texts of three more are known. They are all funeral sermons. We would close this notice of the life of Gerhardt with a few extracts from Wackernagel's preface to his edition of Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs. "Paul Gerhardt," he says, "may be viewed in a one-sided manner, from two quite opposite points of view, in relation to the spiritual contents of his songs. His poems appear to mirror the transition character of his age, when the personal life of the feelings, the subjective tendency, began to assert itself beside the Christian consciousness of the congregation. He may therefore be regarded as the last and the most perfect of those poets who were grounded in the ecclesiastico-confessional faith, and with him the line of the strict ecclesiastical poets closes. He may also be regarded as beginning the line of those in whose songs, praise and adoration of the revealed God recede before the expression of the feelings that master the soul in contemplating its relation to God revealing Himself to it as its salvation. The true view is, that Gerhardt stood in the fore front of his age and united in himself in the most lively manner both tendencies. Though he did not write so expressly for the congregation, so immediately in the interest of the church, as Luther, but from personal necessity, in personal temptations, yet the pulsation of his inner life was the common ecclesiastical confession; and his experiences, however personal they might be, were only waves of the flood of baptism and life which every other member of the church breathed and shared. His sorrow, and God's love, the soul's questions, and God's answers in him and in his songs, become one--so one as can only be when the experience is not only true for the individual, but also for the people and the church. "For this reason Paul Gerhardt's are people's songs. They remind us sometimes of Friedrich Spee; above all, the glorious song, 'Go forth, my heart, and seek delight.' But how much richer and more many-sided is the Evangelical than the Catholic poet, and at the same time better known and more familiar to the people! The Catholic congregations know nothing now of Friedrich Spee; but where is the Evangelical congregation that does not know Paul Gerhardt; in what churches are not his holy songs heard? What the pious Catherine Zell of Strasburg says of beautiful spiritual songs in her hymn-book is true of him:--'The journeyman mechanic at his work, the servant-maid washing her dishes, the ploughman and vine-dresser in the fields, the mother by her weeping infant in the cradle, sing them.' High and low, poor and rich alike, find them equally consoling, equally edifying; in all stations, among young and old, there are examples to be found where some song of Gerhardt at particular periods in the history of the inner life was engraven for ever on the soul, and subsequently became the centre point of the dearest reminiscences. Winckleman's favourite song, even in Italy, after he had passed over to the Catholic Church, was, 'I sing to thee with heart and mouth.' And once when he ordered a song-book from Germany, he was vexed, yea, exasperated, when he found that it did not contain this song. "Schiller's mother nurtured the young mind of her son with the songs of our poet, with whom the song 'Now spread are evening shadows' was a favourite,--the same song concerning which Johann Falk narrates that a beggar boy was preserved amid many temptations by singing to himself the stanza commencing 'O Jesus! be my cover.' "Books devoted to the exposition of spiritual songs, or to facts concerning pious persons, relate how many of Gerhardt's hymns have quickened many hearts in heavy affliction and anxiety, and have quietly composed their minds in the hour of death, and led them to peace.... "Above all, it was the mothers who fostered the domestic spiritual song, and handed down the old songs to the new generation. The noble picture of such a mother, even of his own, is sketched by T. F. Hippel, and the words in which she described the peculiarity of the poet to her son serve to portray herself as well as Gerhardt:-- "'After Luther, I must confess, I know no better hymn-poet than Gerhardt. He, Rist, and Dach form a trefoil, but the chosen instrument, Luther, was the root. Gerhardt wrote during the ringing of the church bells, so to speak. A certain impressiveness, a certain sorrowfulness, a certain fervour, were peculiar to him; he was a guest on earth, and everywhere in his one hundred and twenty-three songs sunflowers are sown. This flower ever turns to the sun, so does Gerhardt to a blessed eternity.' "The love with which the contemporaries of Gerhardt, as far as the bell of an evangelical church was heard, turned to his song, has only one precedent--the veneration, the devotion, with which Luther's songs were regarded. The songs of no other poet, either before or since, have ever produced so mighty an effect or obtained so speedy and so wide a circulation." ---------- [1]Wetzlar's "Analecta Hymnica." [2]One qualified and authorized to preach, but not ordained, ordination taking place only when the candidate is placed over a congregation as a pastor. [3]The Elector Sigismund had gone over to the Reformed Confession in 1613, and the position of the Lutherans and Reformed in the Mark in relation to the court had since been reversed. [4]Wackernagel says, that it was his official duty to sketch the writings in attack and defence, that they display great tact and acuteness, and furnish a new proof that critical acumen may be combined with a poetical temperament. [5]Since writing this sketch, the writer observes that currency has been given to this apocryphal story in a recent work, "Our Hymns: their Authors and their Origin. By the Rev. Josiah Miller." [6]In the reference to the Syncretists. [7]A Theologian experienced in the sieve of Satan. [8] A graven, indeed, yet living image of Paul Gerhardt, In whose mouth, faith, hope, love have ever been. Here Asaph returned to life, taught in our coasts, and sang thy praises, O Gracious Saviour! The Spirit will come to thee as a guest, from the heavenly seats wherever thou shalt sing these Sacred Songs to God. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A Lamb bears all its guilt away 49 A rest here have I never 316 After clouds we see the sun 261 Ah! faithful God, compass'nate heart 169 Ah! lovely innocence, how evil art thou deem'd 160 Awake, my heart! be singing 276 Be glad, my heart! now fear no more 329 Be joyful all, both far and near 75 Be thou contented! aye relying 202 Behold! behold! what wonder's here! 14 Bless'd is he the Lord who loveth 132 Bless'd is he who never taketh 130 By John was seen a wondrous sight 347 Come, and Christ the Lord be praising 24 Commit whatever grieves thee 225 Creator, Father, Prince of might! 109 Father of mercies! God most high 175 For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart 88 Full of wonder, full of art 302 Full often as I meditate 143 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight 289 How can it be, my highest Light! 259 How heavy is the burden made 246 How long, Lord, in forgetfulness 235 I have deserv'd it, cease to oppose 165 I into God's own heart and mind 219 Immanuel! to Thee we sing 37 In grateful songs your voices raise 238 In prayer your voices raise ye 45 Is God for me? t'oppose me 208 Jesus! Thou, my dearest Brother 112 Let not such a thought e'er pain thee 83 Look up to thy God again 195 Lord God! Thou art for evermore 312 Lord, lend a gracious ear 92 Lord, Thou my heart dost search and try 138 Lord! to Thee alone I raise 135 Mine art Thou still, and mine shalt be 333 My face, why shouldst thou troubled be 322 My God! my works and all I do 102 My heart! the seven words hear now 63 Now at the manger here I stand 32 Now gone is all the rain 298 Now spread are evening's shadows 285 Now with joy my heart is bounding 18 O Father! send Thy Spirit down 78 O God! from Thee doth wisdom flow 97 O God, my Father! thanks to Thee 117 O God! who dost Heaven's sceptre wield 294 O Jesus Christ! my fairest Light 122 O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart 255 O my soul, why dost thou grieve 155 Oh! bleeding head, and wounded 59 Oh, Jesus Christ! how bright and fair 307 On thy bier how calm thou'rt sleeping 338 Praise God! for forth hath sounded 251 Praise ye Jehovah 279 Say with what salutations 10 Scarce tongue can speak, ne'er human ken 1 See, world! thy Life assailèd 54 Shall I not my God be praising 240 The daylight disappeareth 282 The golden morning, joy her adorning 270 The Lord, the earth who ruleth 266 The time is very near 341 Thou art but man, to thee 'tis known 148 Thou must not altogether be 230 Thy manger is my paradise 26 'Tis patience must support you 184 Twofold, Father! is my pray'r 107 Up! up! my heart with gladness 71 What pleaseth God, my faithful child 189 Why should sorrow ever grieve me 214 Why should they such pain e'er give Thee 43 Why without, then, art Thou staying 5 SPIRITUAL SONGS Of the Holy Trinity. Scarce tongue can speak, ne'er human ken The myst'ry could discover, That God, from His high throne to men Makes known the world all over: That He alone is King above All other gods whatever, Great, mighty, faithful, full of love, His saints doth aye deliver, One substance but three persons! God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! The name thrice holy given, On earth by all the ransom'd host, And by the hosts of heaven. He's Abraham's and Isaac's God, And Jacob's whom He knoweth, The Lord of Hosts, who every good Both night and day bestoweth, Who only doeth wonders! His Son, from all eternity Begotten hath the Father, Who came as man, when God's decree Had fix'd, His sheep to gather. The Holy Ghost eternally, While all Their glory sharing, Their honour, pow'r, and majesty, A crown all equal wearing, Proceeds from Son and Father! Be glad, my heart! thy portion see, Thy rich unequall'd treasure, He is thy Friend, supply will He Thy needs with bounteous measure. Who made thee in His image fair Thy load of guilt removeth, Gives thee His chosen's faith to share, Thy Joy in sorrow proveth, Through His own word most holy. Bestir thyself, with all thy heart Thy God to know endeavour: Sweet rest such knowledge will impart, Thy soul with pure love ever Will cause to glow, and nourish thee For life and joy in heaven; Things heard of only here, shall be To open sight there given, By God to His dear children. Woe! woe! to the besotted crew In wilful blindness living, Rejecting God, the honour due To Him, to creatures giving. The time will come when close shall He 'Gainst them the door of heaven; Who God drive from them here, shall be By Him hereafter driven, From His high throne most holy! O Prince of might! Thy mercy show, Thou God of earth and heaven, To every sinner here below May saving grace be given! Bring back Thy sheep who go astray, And blinded eyes enlighten, And turn Thou every thing away That wickedly might frighten Thine own, whose faith is feeble. Grant this, that we Thy people may All reach the heav'nly portals, And in Thy kingdom sing for aye, 'Mid all the bless'd immortals: That Thou above art King alone All other gods high over, The Father, Son, and Spirit, One, Thy people's Shield and Cover, One substance but three persons! Advent. WHY WITHOUT, THEN, ART THOU STAYING? Why without, then, art Thou staying, Blessed of the Lord from far? Enter now, no more delaying, Let it please Thee--Thou, my Star! Thou, my Jesus, Friend indeed, Helper in the hour of need! Saviour! ease the wounds that pain me, Let Thy comforts rich sustain me. Lord, my wounds are pain and sorrow, That the hammer of the law With its terrors, night and morrow, Causeth, filling me with awe. Oh! the dreadful thunder peals When His anger God reveals, All my blood to tingle making, And my heart's foundation shaking! Then with wiles the great deceiver Would to me all grace deny, Saying, in the hell for ever That torments him, I must be. But I suffer sorer pangs, For with poison'd serpent fangs Doth my conscience gnawing, tearing, Stir remorse beyond all bearing. Do I seek my woe to soften, And to lessen pain desire, With the world commingling often, Sink I quite into the mire. There is comfort that deceives, Joy that by my mischance lives, Helpers there who only grieve me, Friends who only mock and leave me. Nothing in the world endureth, Or the soul's thirst can allay; Fleeting is the rank that lureth. Have I riches? What are they Better than small dust of earth? Have I pleasure? What's it worth? What to-day my heart doth gladden, That to-morrow doth not sadden? Comfort, joy, in boundless measure, Stor'd, Lord Jesus, are in Thee, Pastures of unfading pleasure, Where we roam and feast so free. Light of joy! illumine me Ere my heart quite broken be! Jesus, let mine eyes behold Thee; Lord, refresh me and uphold me! Heart, rejoice, for He doth hear thee, And He visits thee again; Now thy Saviour draweth near thee, Bid Him gladsome welcome then, And prepare thee for thy guest, Enter thou into His rest, While with open heart receiving, Tell Him all that is thee grieving. Lo! the things that seem'd to hinder How they all fall out for good. Hark! how He in accents tender Comforts thee in gracious mood. Ceas'd the dragon has to roar, Scheming, raging, now no more. His advantages forsake him, He must to th' abyss betake him. Now thy life is calm and even, All thy heart's desire is thine; Christ Himself to thee hath given All He hath--exhaustless mine! His grace is thy fairest crown, Thou His seat art and His throne; With Himself as one He makes thee, Freely to His bosom takes thee. God His golden-curtain'd Heaven Spreadeth to encompass thee! Lest thou shouldst away be driven By thy raging enemy. Angel hosts keep watch and ward At thy side and are thy guard; Lest in journeys aught should hurt thee, By the way their arms support thee. All the ill thou hast done ever It is now remitted quite; God's love thee doth now deliver From sin's tyrant pow'r and might. Christ the Prince hath won the day, Rise against thee what ill may, He, to purest good converting, Robbeth of the pow'r of hurting. All for thine advantage proveth, E'en what hurtful may appear. Christ accepteth thee and loveth, And His thoughts are all sincere. Thou in turn but faithful be, Then shall certainly by thee, With the angel hosts in Heaven, Thanks and praise for aye be given. SAY WITH WHAT SALUTATIONS? Say with what salutations Shall I Thine advent greet? Desire of all the nations, My Joy and Succour meet! O Jesus! Jesus! lead me On by Thy blessèd light; What's Thy delight thus guide me To understand aright. With palms doth Zion meet Thee, Spreads branches in the way; To raise my soul to greet Thee Glad psalms I'll sing to-day. My heart shall blossom ever, O'erflow with praises new, And from Thy name shall never Withhold the honour due. What hast Thou e'er neglected For my good here below? When heart and soul dejected, Were sunk in deepest woe, When from Thy presence hidden, Where peace and pleasure are, Thou camest, and hast bidden Me joy again, my Star! In bitter bondage lying, Thou com'st and sett'st me free; 'Neath scorn and shame when sighing, Thou com'st and raisest me. Thy grace high honour gives me, Abundance doth bestow, That wastes not, nor deceives me As earthly riches do. No other impulse led Thee To leave Thy throne above, Upon Thine errand sped Thee, But world-embracing love! A love that deeply feeleth The wants and woes of men, No tongue its fulness telleth, It passeth human ken. In thy heart be this written, Thou much afflicted band! Who evermore art smitten With griefs on every hand. Fear not! let nothing grieve thee, For help is at thy door, He'll consolation give thee, Oil in thy wounds will pour. No care nor effort either Is needed day and night, How thou may'st draw Him hither In thine own strength and might. He comes, He comes with gladness! O'erflows with love to thee, To chase away the sadness He knows oppresseth thee. Sin's debt, the mighty burden Let not thy heart affright; The Lord will freely pardon, His grace will cover quite. He comes! He comes! Salvation Proclaiming everywhere, Secures His chosen nation Their heritage so fair! Thy foes why should they move thee? Their wiles and rage are vain, Thy Saviour, who doth love thee, Will scatter them again. He comes! a Conq'ror glorious, He'll scatter every band Of foes--His course victorious Too few they're to withstand. He comes to judge each nation; Who curs'd Him, curse shall He; With grace and consolation, Who lov'd, receiv'd shall be. Oh! come, Thou Sun, and lead us To everlasting light, Up to Thy mansions guide us Of glory and delight. Birth of Christ.--Christmas. OF THE APPEARANCE OF THE ANGELS. Behold! behold! what wonder's here! The gloomy night turns bright and clear, A brilliant light dispels the shade, The stars before it pale and fade. A wondrous light it is, I trow, And not the ancient sun shines now, For, contrary to nature, night Is turned by it to day so bright. What means He to announce to us, Who nature's course can alter thus? A mighty work design'd must be When such a mighty sign we see. To us vouchsafèd can it be The Sun of Righteousness to see, The Star from Jacob's stem so bright, The woman's Seed, the Gentiles' Light? 'Tis even so--for from the sky Heav'n's hosts with joyful tidings hie, That He is born in Bethl'hem's stall, Who Saviour is and Lord of all! Oh blessedness! the goodly throng Of sainted fathers waited long To see this day, with hope deferr'd, As we may learn from God's own word. Awake, ye sons of men, awake! Up! up! and now your journey take With me, let us together go To where the blessèd angels show. Behold! there in yon gloomy stall He lies who ruleth over all; Where once their food the cattle sought, The Virgin's child for rest is brought. Oh, child of Adam! ponder well, And stumble not at what I tell, He who appears in this low state For us is, and aye shall be great. In mortal flesh we Him behold, Who all things made and doth uphold, The Word who was with God is He, Himself is God whom now we see. It is God's sole-begotten Son Through whom we now approach His throne, The First and Last, the Prince of Peace, The Conqueror through whom wars cease. The times predicted are fulfill'd, God's fiery wrath must now be still'd; His Son, made man, doth bear our load Of guilt, our peace buys with His blood. It is a time of joy to-day, With mourning and with woe away! Woe, woe to him who us revil'd! God's seen in flesh--we're reconcil'd. The Lord who bears our sin is here, Who'll bruise the serpent's head is near, The Death of death--the Woe of hell-- The Lord of Life with us doth dwell. All foes are put our feet beneath, For sin and Satan, hell and death, Are brought to shame and put to flight Upon this great, this wondrous night. Oh! happy world, thrice happy they! Who on this lowly infant stay Their souls, and with believing eyes In Him their Saviour recognize. Now praise the Lord whoe'er can praise, Who from their low estate to raise His enemies, from His high throne Sent down His lov'd, His only Son. Up! join the angel host and cry, Now glory be to God most High; Let peace prevail the world around, Good-will to men and joy abound. NOW WITH JOY MY HEART IS BOUNDING. Now with joy my heart is bounding, With delight Angels bright Praises forth are sounding. Hark! hark! how the choirs of Heaven, Through the sky Raise the cry, Christ to you is given! He who's mighty to deliver, Goes that He Earth may free From all woes for ever. God is man, man to deliver, His dear Son Now is one With our blood for ever. God in us must now take pleasure, For He gives Whom He loves Far beyond all measure. To redeem us He hath given His own Son From the throne Of His might in Heaven. Who Himself and Kingdom ever, Giveth free, Oh! could He Drive us from Him?--never! Will not God's own Son now bless us? He who loves And removes All things that distress us! Had our human nature ever By the Lord Been abhorr'd, He had been man never. Had our Lord delighted ever In our grief, He relief Would have brought us never. All transgression He assumeth, That we've done 'Neath the sun, And our Lamb becometh. As our Lamb His life is given, So that we, From death free, May have peace and Heaven! Now He's in the manger lying, Me and thee Calleth He, In sweet accents crying, "Banish, brethren, what's distressing, All your ills, All that falls, I bring times of blessing." Come, and let us now go thither, Let us all, Great and small. Flock in crowds together. Love Him who with deep love burneth, See the light He so bright Kindly on us turneth. Ye who sink in deepest anguish, Look ye here, Joy is near, Grieve no more, nor languish. Cleave to Him and He will bring you To the place, By His grace, Where no pain will wring you. All ye hearts, oppress'd with sorrow, Ye who feel Sin's sore ill And conviction's arrow, Courage now! for One is living Who hath skill You to heal, All your pain relieving. All ye poor ones and distressèd, Come--come ye Take--'tis free, Of His store so blessèd. Here do all good gifts flow over, Here is gold Stores untold! Here your hearts recover! Gracious Saviour! deign to hear me, And let me Hang on thee, Undisturb'd stay near Thee. Of my life Thou art the Giver, I through Thee Joyfully Live contented ever. Guilt no longer can distress me, Son of God! Thou my load Bearest to release me. Stain in me Thou findest never, I am clean, All my sin Is remov'd for ever. For Thy sake I'm clean all over, Thou dost me Graciously With fair raiment cover. To my heart's throne I will raise thee, Glory mine! Flow'r divine! Let me love and praise Thee. Diligently I'll preserve Thee, To the skies To Thee rise, Here live for and serve Thee. With Thee I at last shall wander, Joyfully, Endlessly, And in glory yonder! A CAROL. Come, and Christ the Lord be praising, Heart and mind to Him be raising, Celebrate His love amazing, Worthy folk of Christendom! Sin, death, hell, may all be grieving, Satan shame feel to him cleaving, We salvation free receiving, Cast our every care away. See what God for us provideth, Life that in His Son abideth, And our weary steps He guideth From earth's woe to heav'nly joy. His soul deeply for us feeleth, He His love to us revealeth, He who in the heavens dwelleth Came to save us from our foe. Jacob's star His advent maketh, Soothes the longing heart that acheth, And the serpent's head He breaketh, Scattering the pow'r of hell. Op'd hath He and freedom gain'd us From the prison that contain'd us, Where much grief and sorrow pain'd us, And our hearts were bow'd with woe. O bless'd hour when we receivèd From the foe who us deceivèd Liberty, when we believèd, And Thee, gracious Savior, prais'd. Beauteous Infant in the manger, O befriend us! beyond danger Bring us where is turn'd God's anger, Where with angel hosts we'll praise! AT THE MANGER. Thy manger is My paradise, O Jesus Christ! Where feeds my soul delighted. There 'fore mine eyes The Word now lies, Who to our flesh In person is united. Whom wind and sea Obey, e'en He In servant's form And place for men's appearing. God's own Son, Thou Assumest now Clay weak and mean, Such as our own, art wearing! Thou, highest Good! Dost raise our blood Up to Thy throne, High o'er all heights whatever! Pow'r endless, Thou Art brother now To us who like The grass and flowers, wither! What harm can do Our soul's dread foe To us at all, Though full of gall his spirit? The things that he Accuseth me And others of, From Adam we inherit. Be silent, fiend! There sits my Friend, My flesh and blood, High in the heav'ns enthronèd: What Thou dost smite The Prince of might From Jacob's stem With honours high hath ownèd. His health and light, Heal and give sight, And heaven's Joy All earthly ill undoeth. Immanuel, Of joy the Well, The devil, hell, And all their pow'r subdueth. Believing heart, Whoe'er thou art, Be of good cheer, Let nothing e'er depress thee; Because God's Son Makes thee God's own, God must prove true To thee, and ever bless thee. Now think and see How gloriously, He over all Distress hath thee uplifted. He who reigns o'er The angels, more Than thou art, is With blessedness not gifted. Lo! seest thou Before thee now, Thy flesh and blood, Who air and clouds rules ever. What can there be (I ask of thee) That can arise, To fear thee to deliver? Things oft affright Thy feeble sight And make thee sigh, Thy consolations vanish: Come hither, then, Behold again Christ's manger here, And all misgivings banish. Though plagued with care, Yet ne'er despair! Thy Brother ne'er Thy misery disdaineth; His gracious heart Feels every smart, Nor when He sees Our woe, from tears refraineth. To Him now go, He'll help bestow And rest, and thou Good cause shalt have for blessing. Full well He knows What burns and glows, What on the heart Of each sick one is pressing. He therefore bore The wrath so sore Of the dread cross In His flesh, shrinking never, That through His pain He might retain The memory Of our distresses ever. The gate is He That leadeth me To present joy, And to eternal blessing. He soon doth send A happy end To all the grief On pious heart that's pressing. The world's base pelf Leave to itself, And make thou sure, This treasure thine remaineth. It firmly keep Nor let it slip, It there a crown For soul and body gaineth! BESIDE THE MANGER. Now at the manger here I stand, My Jesus, Life from Heaven! I stand, and bring Thee in my hand What Thou to me hast given. Take it, it is my mind and wit, Heart, soul, and all I have, take it, And deign to let it please Thee! With Thy great love beyond compare, My soul Thou fillest ever, Thy glance so sweet, Thine image fair, My heart forgetteth never. How otherwise e'er could it be, How could I ever banish Thee, From my heart's throne, O Saviour! Ere ever I began to be, Thou hadst for me appearèd, And as Thine own hadst chosen me Ere Thee I knew or fearèd. Before I by Thy hand was made, Thou hadst the plan in order laid, How Thou Thyself shouldst give me. I lay still in death's deepest night, Till Thou, my Sun, arising, Didst bring joy, pleasure, life, and light, My waken'd soul surprising. O Sun! who dost so graciously Faith's goodly light to dawn in me Aye cause; Thy beams how beauteous! With rapture do I gaze on Thee, Ne'er can enough adore Thee, Pow'r more to do is not in me, I'll praise and bow before Thee. Oh! that my mind were an abyss, My soul a sea, wide, bottomless, That so I might embrace Thee. Oh! let me kiss that mouth of Thine, My Jesus, Saviour gracious! Thy mouth that e'en the sweetest wine, And milk and honey precious, In pow'r and virtue doth excel, Of comfort, strength, and sap 'tis full, And inwardly refreshes. When oft my heart within doth cry, No comfort can discover, It calls to me, Thy friend am I, Thine ev'ry sin I cover; My flesh and bone, why mournest thou? Let thy heart be of good cheer now, Thy debt, I have discharg'd it. Who is the Master, where is he, Who in perfection sketcheth The hands this infant dear to me Now smilingly outstretcheth? The snow is clear, and milk is white, But both lose all their value quite Before these hands so beauteous. Oh! wisdom fails me utterly For honouring and praising The eyes this infant fixedly To mine is ever raising. The fall moon, it is clear and fair, The golden stars most beauteous are, But these eyes far excel them. Oh! that a star so passing fair Should in a crib be holden! Who mighty nobles' children are Should lie in cradles golden! Ah! hay and straw too wretched are, Silk, velvet, purple better far, Were for Thee, Child! to lie on. Remove the straw, remove the hay, From where the child reposes, And flow'rs I'll bring that lie He may On violets and roses. With tulips, pinks, and rosemary, From goodly gardens pluck'd by me, I'll from above bestrew Him. And snow-white lilies here and there His side shall be thrown over; When closed His eyes with slumber are, Them shall they softly cover. But Thou mayest love the grass so dry, My Child! more than the things that I Have spoken or have thought of. Not for the world's pride dost Thou care, Nor joys the flesh doth offer; In human form Thou liest there, For us to do and suffer, Seek'st joy and comfort for my soul, While waves of trouble o'er Thee roll; I never will Thee hinder. One thing I hope Thou'lt grant to me, My Saviour! ne'er deny me, That I may evermore have Thee Within, and on, and by me. And let my heart Thy cradle be, Come, come and lie Thou down in me, With all Thy joys and treasures! 'Tis true, that I should think how poor And mean my entertaining, Than dust and ashes I'm no more, Thou mad'st, art all-sustaining, Yet Thou'rt a guest belov'd and priz'd, For never yet hast Thou despis'd Him who delights to see Thee! IMMANUEL! TO THEE WE SING. Immanuel! to Thee we sing, The Fount of life, of grace the Spring, Than fairest lily fairer far, Lord of all Lords, the morning Star! Hallelujah! With all Thy people, Lord, we raise To Thee our heart-felt songs of praise, That Thou, O long-expected Guest! Hast brought us our desirèd rest. Hallelujah! Since the Creator said--"Light be!" How many a heart hath watch'd for Thee! Of Fathers, Prophets, Saints the throng With ardent hope have waited long. Hallelujah! Than others more, the Shepherd King Belov'd by Thee, and wont to sing Thy praise on sounding harp, inspir'd By deeper longing, Thee desir'd. Hallelujah! Ah Zion! that thy Lord to thee Would come and set thy captives free; Ah! that our help would now arise And gladden Jacob's waiting eyes. Hallelujah! There art Thou now, Thou ever-bless'd! There dost Thou in the manger rest; The world Thou deck'st, all things hast made-- Thou'rt naked there, in weakness laid. Hallelujah! A stranger art Thou here below, To whom the Heav'ns allegiance owe; A mother's milk dost not despise, Who art the Joy of angels' eyes. Hallelujah! The bounds of ocean fix'd hast Thou, Who art a swaddled infant now; Thou'rt God--a bed of straw Thou hast. Thou'rt man--yet art the First and Last. Hallelujah! Of every joy Thou art the spring, Yet sorrow oft Thy heart doth wring. The Gentiles' Light and Hope Thou art, Yet findest none to soothe Thy heart. Hallelujah! The sweetest Friend of man Thou art, Though many hate Thee in their heart! The heart of Herod loathèd Thee, Yet what art Thou? Salvation free! Hallelujah! Thy meanest servant, Lord! am I, I say it in sincerity; I love Thee, but not half so well As I should love,--more love I'd feel. Hallelujah! My pow'r is weak, though will be there, But my poor heart against Thee ne'er Shall rise t' oppose,--Thou wilt receive By grace the little I can give. Hallelujah! Thou to be weak dost not disdain, Dost choose the things the world deems vain, Art poor and needy, and dost come, By love impell'd, to want's drear home! Hallelujah! Thou sleepest on the lap of earth, The manger where Thou at Thy birth Wast laid to rest, the hay, the stall Were mean, were miserable all. Hallelujah! And therefore doth my courage rise, Thy servant wilt Thou not despise; The gracious mind that dwells in Thee Fills me with hope and gladdens me. Hallelujah! Lord! though I've pass'd in sin my days, And wandered far from wisdom's ways, Yet therefore Thou to earth hast come, To bring the wand'ring sinner home. Hallelujah! Had I no debt of sin to face, How could I ever share Thy grace? In vain for me Thine advent here, Had I no wrath of God to fear. Hallelujah! Lord, fearlessly I come to Thee, Thou keep'st my soul from anguish free; Thou bear'st the wrath, dost death destroy, And sorrow turnest into joy. Hallelujah! My Head Thou art, Thy member I In turn am, and Thy property; Lord, I will serve Thee while I live With all the grace Thou deign'st to give. Hallelujah! Loud hallelujahs here I'll sing, With joy that from my heart doth spring, And when I reach yon mansions fair I will repeat them ever there. Hallelujah! New Year. OF THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. Why should they such pain e'er give Thee, Why inflict such cruel smart? Jesus, why should they so grieve Thee, Who're uncircumcis'd in heart, By this rite? Though Thou art free From the law's yoke utterly, Yet man's nature art Thou wearing, But no sin its beauty marring. For Thyself Thou dost not bear it, Of the Cov'nant Thou art Head; 'Tis our debts that make Thee share it, That like grievous load of lead Lie upon us, and Thy heart Pierce e'en to the inmost part; These Thou bearest to deliver Us, who could have paid them never. Let your hearts be glad, ye debtors! Let the world rejoice to-day, For the Son of God our fetters Breaks, the price begins to pay. This day is the Law fulfill'd, This day is God's anger still'd, Whom to death law did deliver, God's Son makes God's heirs for ever. We this grace enough can never Own, nor for it grateful be; Heart and mouth, O Saviour! ever Shall exalt and honour Thee! We shall praise with all our pow'r All Thy goodness, Thee adore, While in weakness here we wander, And Thy praise re-echo yonder! SONG. In pray'r your voices raise ye To God, and Him now praise ye, Who to our life from heaven All needed strength hath given. The stream of years is flowing, And we are onward going, From old to new surviving, And by His mercy thriving. In woe we often languish, And pass through times of anguish, When fearful war aboundeth, That earth itself surroundeth. As faithful mother keepeth Guard while her infant sleepeth, And all its grief assuageth When angry tempest rageth; So God His children shieldeth, Them full protection yieldeth; When need and woe distress them, His loving arms caress them. In vain is all our doing, The labour we're pursuing In our hands prospers never, Unless God watcheth ever. Our song to Thee ascendeth, Who every day defendeth Us, and whose arm averteth The pain our hearts that hurteth. O God of mercy! hear us; Our Father! be Thou near us; 'Mid crosses and in sadness Be Thou our Spring of gladness. To me and all be given, Who from the heart have striven To gain Thy benediction, Hearts patient in affliction. Oh! close the gates of sorrow, And by a glorious morrow Of peace, may places sadden'd By bloodshed dire be gladden'd. With richest blessings crown us, In all our ways, Lord! own us; Give grace, who grace bestowest To all, e'en to the lowest. Of all forlorn be Father, All erring ones ingather, And of the poor and needy Be Thou the succour speedy. Grace show to all afflicted, And to all souls dejected, By melancholy haunted, May happy thoughts be granted. All earthly gifts excelling, The Holy Ghost indwelling, Give us to make us glorious, And lead to Thee victorious. All this Thy hand bestoweth, Thou Life! whence our life floweth, Thus Thou Thy people meetest With New Year's blessing greetest. The Sufferings of Christ.--Good Friday. A LAMB BEARS ALL THE GUILT AWAY. Isa. liii. 4-7; John i. 29. A Lamb bears all its guilt away The world thus to deliver, All sins of sinners patiently It bears and murmurs never. It goes, and weak and sick is made An off'ring on the altar laid, All pleasure it forsaketh, Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath, To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death, This cup with gladness taketh. This Lamb, He is the soul's great Friend And everlasting Saviour, God chooseth Him sin's reign to end And bring us to His favour. "Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee The children who're exposed by me To punishment and anger. The punishment is great, and dread The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed, And free them thus from danger." "I'll go where, Father! thou dost send, Bear what on me Thou layest, My will doth on Thy word depend, My work is what Thou sayest." O mighty love! O wondrous love! Thou canst do all our thoughts above, Make God His Son deliver! O love! O love! Thy pow'r how great! Thou did'st Him e'en to death prostrate Whose glance the rocks can shiver. Thou martyr'st Him upon the tree, With spear and nails destroying Thou slay'st Him, lamblike, ruthlessly, Till heart and veins are flowing, The heart with many a long-drawn sigh, And till His veins are copiously Their noble life-blood yielding. Sweet Lamb! what shall I do for Thee For all the good Thou doest me, Thus saving me and shielding? All my life long I'll cleave to Thee And shall forget Thee never, As always Thou embracest me I will embrace Thee ever. My heart's Light Thou shalt ever be, And when my heart shall break in me Thy heart shall fail me never. O Thou, my Glory, I to Thee Myself as Thine own property Herewith resign for ever! I ever shall both night and day Thy loveliness be singing, An offering of joy shall aye Myself to Thee be bringing. My stream of life shall still to Thee, And to Thy name, outpourèd be, In gratitude enduring. Of every good Thou doest me, My soul shall mindful strive to be, In memory securing! Shrine of my heart! now open'd be, To thee shall now be given Fair treasures that far greater be Than earth, and sea, and heaven. Away! gold of Arabia, Myrrh, calamus, and cassia, Far better I discover! My priceless treasure is, O Thou My Jesus! what so freely now From Thy wounds floweth over! Good use of this behoves it me At all times to be making, My shield in conflict shall it be, My joy when heart is breaking, In happiness my song of joy; When all things else my taste do cloy, This manna then shall feed me, In thirst my well-spring shall it be, In solitude converse with me, And out and in shall lead me! What can death's poison do to me? Thy blood to me life giveth, And when the sun burns fervently, With grateful shade relieveth; And when with sorrow sore oppress'd I ever find in it my rest, As sick men on their pillows. My anchor art Thou, when my skies Are clouded o'er, and tempests rise, My bark 'whelm in the billows. And when at last heav'n's gate I see, And taste the kingdom's pleasure, This blood shall then my purple be, I'll clothe me in this treasure; It shall be then my glorious crown, In which I'll stand before the throne Of God, with none to blame me; And as a bride in fair array, I'll stand beside my Lord that day, Who woo'd, and then will claim me. SEE, WORLD! THY LIFE ASSAILED. See, world! thy Life assailèd; On the accurs'd tree nailèd, Thy Saviour sinks in death! The mighty Prince from Heaven Himself hath freely given To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath! Come hither now and ponder, 'Twill fill thy soul with wonder, Blood streams from every pore. Through grief whose depth none knoweth, From His great heart there floweth Sigh after sigh of anguish o'er! Who is it that afflicts Thee? My Saviour, what dejects Thee, And causeth all Thy woe? Sin Thou committed'st never, As we and our seed ever, Of deeds of evil nought dost know. I many times transgressing, In number far surpassing The sand upon the coast, I thus the cause have given, That Thou with grief art riven, And the afflicted martyr host. I've done it, and deliver Me hand and foot for ever Thou justly might'st to hell. The mock'ry to Thee offer'd, The scourging Thou hast suffer'd, My soul it was deserv'd it well. The load Thou takest on Thee, That press'd so sorely on me, Than stone more heavily. A curse, Lord, Thou becamest, Thus blessings for me claimest, Thy pain must all my comfort be. Not death itself Thou fearest, As surety Thou appearest For all my debts and me. For me Thy brow is crownèd With thorns, and Thou'rt disownèd By men, and bear'st all patiently. Into death's jaws Thou springest, Deliv'rance to me bringest From such a monster dire. My death away Thou takest, Thy grave its grave Thou makest; Of love, O unexampled fire! I'm bound, my Saviour, ever, By ties most sacred never Thy service to forsake; With soul and body ever, With all my pow'rs t' endeavour, In praise and service joy to take. Not much can I be giving In this poor life I'm living, But one thing do I say: Thy death and sorrows ever, Till soul from body sever, My heart remember shall for aye. Before mine eyes I'll place them, And joyfully embrace them, Wherever I may be, They'll be a glass revealing Pure innocence, and sealing Love and unfeign'd sincerity. Of sin how great the danger, How it excites God's anger, How doth His vengeance burn How sternly He chastiseth, How His wrath's flood ariseth, Shall I from all Thy suff'rings learn. From them shall I be learning, How I may be adorning, My heart with quietness, And how I still should love them Whose malice aye doth move them To grieve me by their wickedness. When tongues of bad men grieve me, Of peace and name deprive me, My restive heart I'll still; Their evil deeds enduring, Of pardon free assuring My neighbour for his ev'ry ill. I'll on the cross unite me To Thee, what doth delight me I'll there renounce for aye. Whate'er Thy Spirit's grieving, There I'll for aye be leaving, As much as in my strength doth lay. Thy groaning and Thy sighing, Thy thousand tears and crying, That once were heard from Thee, They'll lead me to Thy glory, Where I shall joy before Thee, And evermore at rest shall be! TO THE COUNTENANCE OF THE LORD JESUS. Oh! bleeding head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! Oh Head! before adornèd With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scornèd, All hail I bid to Thee! They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy colour faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly. Now from Thy cheeks is vanish'd Their colour once so fair; From Thy red lips is banish'd The splendour that was there. Death's might hath all things taken, Hath robb'd Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earn'd it--for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Saviour! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give. Thy mouth hath often given Me milk and sweetest food. And many a taste of Heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow'd. Oh! do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguish'd heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death's last fatal grasp Thy head, e'en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I'll clasp. Nought ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsaf'd me on Thy cross My soul up to deliver, How blessèd were my loss! Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer, My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. When hence I must betake me, And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet. When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. Be Thou my consolation When death o'ertaketh me; May Thy death-tribulation Before mine eyes then be! I'll on Thee, fondly gazing, Fix my believing eyes, While firmly Thee embracing,-- He dies well who so dies. THE SEVEN WORDS SPOKEN BY THE LORD JESUS ON THE CROSS. My heart! the seven words hear now That Jesus Christ hath spoken, When on the cross His heart through woe And murder dire was broken; Ope now the shrine, And lock them in, As gifts all price excelling. In bitter grief, They'll give relief, 'Neath crosses joy instilling. His first and chiefest care He made Who hated Him to cover: God for the wicked men He pray'd, That He'd their sin look over. "Forgive, forgive," He said in love, "Them every one, O Father! Not one doth see What doeth he, In ignorance 'tis rather!" How fair it is, let all learn here, To love their foes who grieve them, And all their faults with hearts sincere Aye freely to forgive them. He also shows, How grace o'erflows His heart, how kind His mood is, That e'en his foe, Who'd work Him woe, Doth in Him find what good is! Then to His mother doth He speak, Who stood near him He loveth, And as He can, though voice be weak, With words of comfort sootheth: "Woman! there see Thy son, for me Thou shalt by him be guarded. Disciple! see, Let her by thee As mother be regarded." O faithful heart! thou car'st for all Thine own who truly love Thee, When they in tribulation fall Thou seest, the sight doth move Thee; A friend in need, In word and deed, Thou at their side appearest, Dost by Thy grace Find them a place, Them to good souls endearest. The third thing that Thy lips have said Thou spak'st to him beside Thee, When, "Think upon me then," he pray'd, "When God Himself shall guide Thee Up to Thy throne, Thy head shall crown As Lord of earth and heaven:" "To walk with Me To-day shall thee In Paradise be given." O blessèd word! O voice of joy! Can aught affright us?--never! Let death who seeketh to destroy, Now disappear for ever! Though he rage sore, What can he more Than soul and body sever? And meanwhile I Mount up on high, In joy to dwell for ever. Christ's word gives deepest peace and joy, The robber's trouble stilleth; But He cries from the agony His holy breast that filleth, "Eli, my God, What heavy load Am I, Thy Son, now bearing? I call, and Thou Art silent now, Though I sink, seem'st not caring." This lesson learn, thou child of faith, When God His count'nance veileth, Lest thou be cast down in the path When trouble thee assaileth: Firm to Him cleave, Though He may leave, He'll comfort soon, and cheer thee; True do thou be, Cry mightily, Until He turn and hear thee. The Lord His voice now clear doth raise Through thirst that paineth sorely; "I thirst," the Spring eternal says, The Lord of life and glory. What meaneth He? He showeth thee How He thy load sinks under, That thou did'st pile For Him, the while In sin's ways thou did'st wander. Thereby He also telleth thee How much He longs that ever His cross in each may fruitful be, Fail of its end may never. Mark this all ye, Now carefully, Who're in soul tribulation: Th' eternal Sun Refuseth none The soul's part and salvation. And as the gloomy night of death Upon the Lord descended, "'Tis finish'd," He with dying breath Said, "now my work is ended; What was foretold In days of old, By seers who went before me, Doth now betide; I'm crucified, And men now triumph o'er me." "'Tis finish'd!"--why then toilest thou? In vain thy labour ever! As if aught human strength can do, Could e'er from guilt deliver! 'Tis done! beware, And never dare To add aught to it ever; Do thou believe, In faith aye cleave To Him, forsake Him never. His voice at length the Lord doth raise, High over all 'tis swelling: "My spirit, Father! to the place Take where Thou'rt ever dwelling, My soul receive, That now doth leave This body sorely riven." And at the word, To the great Lord Release from pain was given. Oh! would to God, that I might end My life as His was ended, My spirit unto God commend As His was then commended. O Christ, my Lord! May Thy last word The last be by me spoken; So happily I'll go to Thee, When life's last thread is broken. Resurrection of Christ.--Easter. UP! UP! MY HEART WITH GLADNESS. Up! up! my heart with gladness, See what to-day is done! How after gloom and sadness Comes forth the glorious Sun! My Saviour there was laid Where our bed must be made, When to the realms of light Our spirit wings its flight. They in the grave did sink Him, The foe held jubilee; Before he can bethink him, Lo! Christ again is free. And victory He cries, And waving tow'rds the skies His banner, while the field Is by the Hero held! Upon the grave is standing The Hero looking round; The foe, no more withstanding, His weapons on the ground Throws down, his hellish pow'r To Christ must he give o'er, And to the Victor's bands Must yield his feet and hands. A sight it is to gladden And fill the heart with glee, No more affright or sadden Shall aught, or take from me My trust or fortitude, Or any precious good The Saviour bought for me In sov'reign love and free. Hell and its bands can never Hurt e'en a single hair, Sin can I mock at ever, Safe am I everywhere. The mighty pow'r of death Is my regard beneath; It is a pow'rless form, Howe'er it rage and storm. The world my laughter ever Moves, though it rage amain, It rages, but can never Do ill, its work is vain. No trouble troubles me, My heart from care is free, Misfortune is my prize, The night my fair sunrise. I cleave, and cleave shall ever, To Christ, a member true, Shall part from my Head never, Whate'er He passes through; He treads the world beneath His feet, and conquers death And hell, and breaks sin's thrall; I'm with Him through it all. To halls of heav'nly splendour With Him I penetrate; And trouble ne'er may hinder Nor make me hesitate. What will, may angry be, My Head accepteth me, My Saviour is my Shield, By Him all rage is still'd. He to the gates me leadeth Of yon fair realms of light, Whereon the pilgrim readeth, In golden letters bright: "Who's there despised with me, Here with me crown'd shall be; Who there with me shall die, Here's raised with me on high!" BE JOYFUL ALL, BOTH FAR AND NEAR. Be joyful all, both far and near, Who lost were and dejected: To-day the Lord of glory here, Whom God Himself elected As our Redeemer, who His blood Upon the cross shed for our good, Hath from the grave arisen. How well succeeded hath thy might, Thou foe of life so ruthless! To kill the Lord of life and light; Thine arrow through Him scathless Hath pass'd, thou base injurious foe! Thou thought'st when thou hadst laid Him low, He'd lie in dust for ever. No, no! on high His head is borne, His mighty pow'r asunder Thy gates hath burst, thy bands hath torn, Thyself hath trodden under His feet; who doth in Him confide Thy pow'r and claims may now deride And say, "Thy sting, where is it?" Thy pow'r is gone, 'tis broken quite, And it can hurt him never Who to this Prince with all his might With heart and soul cleaves ever, Who speaks with joy, "I live, and ye Shall also live for aye with me, For I this life have purchas'd. "The reign and pow'r of death are o'er, He never need affright you; I am his Lord, the Prince of pow'r, And this may well delight you; And as your risen Head I live: So ye, if ye on me believe, Shall be my members ever. "Of hell have I the overthrow Accomplish'd, none now needeth To fear the pains of endless woe, Who Me and My word heedeth; He's freed from Satan's grievous yoke, Whose head I bruis'd, whose might I broke, And he can never harm him." Now prais'd be God, who vict'ry hath To us through Jesus given, Who peace for war, and life for death, With entrance into heaven, Hath purchas'd, who death, sin, and woe, World, devil, what our overthrow Would seek, for aye hath vanquish'd. Whitsuntide. O FATHER! SEND THY SPIRIT DOWN. O Father! send Thy Spirit down, Whom we are bidden by Thy Son To seek, from Thy high heaven; We ask as He taught us to pray, And let us ne'er unheard away From 'fore Thy throne be driven. No mortal man upon the earth Is of this gift so noble worth, No merit we've to gain it; Here only grace availeth aught, That Jesus Christ for us hath bought, His tears and death obtain it. O Father! much it grieves Thy mind Us in such woful plight to find, As Adam's fall hath brought us; The evil spirit's pow'r, this fall Hath brought on him, and on us all, But Christ to save hath sought us. To our salvation, Lord, we cleave, That we are Thine in Christ believe, From Him nought shall us sever; And through His death and precious blood, Our mansions fair, and highest good, We look for, doubting never. This is a work of grace indeed, The Holy Spirit's strength we need, Our pow'r is unavailing; Our faith and our sincerity Would soon, O Lord! in ashes lie, Were not Thy help unfailing. Of faith Thy Spirit keeps the light, Though all the world against us fight, And storm with every weapon. Although the prince of this world too, May take the field to lay us low, No ill through him can happen. The Spirit's is the winning side, And where He helps, the battle's tide Assuredly abateth. What's Satan's might and majesty? It falleth when His standard high The Spirit elevateth. The chains of hell He rends in twain, Consoles and frees the heart again From everything that grieveth; And when misfortunes o'er us low'r He shields us better in their hour, Than ever heart conceiveth. The bitter cross He maketh sweet, In gloom His light our eyes doth greet, Care of His sheep He taketh, Holds over us the shield, and when Night falls upon His flock, He then To rest in peace us maketh. The Spirit God gives from above Directeth all who truly love In ways of safety ever; He guides our goings every day, From paths of bliss to turn away Our feet permits us never. He maketh fit, and furnishes With needed gifts for service those Who here God's house are rearing, Adorns their minds and mouths and hearts, And light to them for us imparts, What's dark to us thus clearing. Our hearts He opens secretly When they His word so faithfully As precious seed are sowing; He giveth pow'r to it, where'er It takes root, tending it with care, And waters it when growing. He teacheth us the fear of God, Loves purity, makes His abode The soul that sin refuseth; Who contrite are, virtue revere, Repent, and turn to Him in fear And love, He ever chooseth. He's true, and true doth aye abide, In death's dark hour He's at our side, When all from us recedeth; He sootheth our last agony, Up to the halls of bliss on high In joy and trust He leadeth. Oh! happy are the souls and bless'd, Who while on earth permit this Guest To make in them His dwelling; Who now receive Him joyfully, He'll take up to God's house on high, Their souls with rapture filling. Now, Father, who all good dost give, Our pray'r hear, may we all receive From Thee this priceless blessing; Thy Spirit give, that here He may Rule us, and there in endless day Our souls be aye refreshing. Repentance. CONSOLATION FOR PENITENCE. Let not such a thought e'er pain thee, As that thou art cast away, But within God's word restrain thee, That far otherwise doth say. E'en though thou unrighteous art, True and faithful is God's heart. Hast thou death deserv'd for ever? God's appeas'd, despond thou never! Thou art, as is every other, Tainted by the poison, sin, That the serpent, and our father, Adam, by the fall brought in. But if thou God's voice dost hear, "Turn to me, do good," ne'er fear, Be of good cheer, He thy yearning Will regard, thy pray'r ne'er spurning. He is not a bear nor lion Thirsting only for thy blood, Faithful is thy God in Zion, Gentle ever is His mood. God aye as a Father feels, He's afflicted by our ills, Our misfortune sorrow gives Him, And our dying ever grieves Him. "Truly," saith He, "as I'm living, I the death of none desire, But that men themselves upgiving, May be rescu'd from sin's mire." When a prodigal returns, God's heart then with rapture burns, Wills that not the least one even Ever from His flock be driven. Shepherd was so faithful never, Seeking sheep that go astray; Couldest thou God's heart see ever, How He cares for them alway, How it thirsts and sighs and burns After him who from Him turns, From His people's midst doth wander, Love would make thee weep and ponder. God the good not only loveth Who in His house ever dwell, But His heart compassion moveth Tow'rds those whom the prince of hell Hath enslav'd, the cruel foe Who men's hearts with hate to glow Makes 'gainst Him, who when He ever Moves His foot, can make earth quiver. Deep His love is and enduring, His desire is ever great, He is calling and alluring Us to enter heav'n's wide gate. When they come, whoe'er they be, Seeking now that liberty From the devil's fangs be given, Glad are all the hosts of heaven. God and all on high who're dwelling, 'Fore whom heav'n must hush its voice, When their Maker's praise forth-telling, O'er our penitence rejoice; But what has been done amiss Cover'd now and buried is, All offence to Him we've given, All, yea all, is now forgiven. From no lake so much is gushing, No depth is so deep at all, With such force no stream is rushing, All compar'd with God is small; Nought is like His grace so great, That remits our mighty debt, That He ever throweth over All our lives e'en as a cover. Soul, why art thou sad and dreary? Rest now and contented be! Why wilt thou thyself so weary When there is no need for thee? Though thy sins appear to thee Like a vast and shoreless sea, If thou with God's heart compare them, 'Twill a trifle seem to bear them. Could we myriad worlds discover All sunk in apostacy, Had the sins there o'er and over Every one been done by thee, Oh! still they were less by far Than the light of grace so clear Could on earth extinguish ever, God from greater could deliver. Of such wondrous love and favour Open wide the door to me; Ey'rywhere and aye, my Saviour, Tasted be Thy grace by me. Love me, Lord! and let me be Nearer ever drawn to Thee, That I may embrace and love Thee, Never more to anger move Thee! FOR THEE, LORD, PANTS MY LONGING HEART.--PSALM XXV. For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart, My hope and confidence Thou art; My hope can never shaken be, Nor e'er be put to shame by Thee. Whoe'er he be that scorns Thy name, And turns from Thee, shall come to shame; But he who ever lives to Thee, And loves Thee, shall untroubled be. Accept my soul, O Lord! by grace, And keep me right in all my ways, And let Thy truth illumine me Along the path that leads to Thee. Thou art my only light below, No other helper here I know; I wait on Thee both night and day, Why dost Thou, then, O Lord, delay? Ah, Lord! now turn Thine eyes away From paths where I have gone astray; Of my ill ways what thinkest Thou, That I've pursued from youth till now? Remember, Thou my Guardian Lord! Thy loving-kindness and sweet word, Whereby Thou giv'st them comfort sweet Who lay themselves low at Thy feet. Who prove themselves, and sin confess, The Lord in mercy rich will bless; Who keep His testimonies all, The Lord will hold them when they fall. The heart that with the Lord is right In grief He'll gladden with His light, When sunk in need, weigh'd down by loss, Shall triumph e'en beneath the cross. Ah! Lord, full well thou knowest me, My spirit lives and moves in Thee; Thou seest how my bleeding heart Longs for the help Thou canst impart. The griefs that now my heart oppress, The griefs my heavy sighs express Are great and sore, but Thou art He To whom nought e'er too great can be. To Thee I therefore raise mine eyes, To Thee mine ardent longings rise-- Ah! let Thine eye now rest on me As Thou wast wont, Lord, graciously. And when I need supporting grace, Turn not away from me Thy face; May what Thou deignest to impart Of my desires be counterpart. The world is false, it acts a part, Thou art my Friend, sincere in heart; Man's smile is only on his mouth, Thou lovest us in deed and truth. Foil Thou the foe, his nets all tear, And baffle every wile and snare; When all with me once more is well, May gratitude my bosom swell. Still may I in Thy fear abide, And go right on nor turn aside; Give single aim that honours Thee, Smarts rather than a burden be. Rule, Lord, and bring me unto Thee, And other saints along with me; Remove whate'er of ill dost find, Renew and cleanse each heart and mind. Wash Thou away each sinful stain, Deliver from all grief and pain, And lead us soon by heav'nly grace To realms of endless joy and peace. SONG OF REPENTANCE FROM PSALM CXLIII. Lord, lend a gracious ear To my desire sincere, From heart all free from guile, And glad me with Thy smile, Accept my petition. Not wealth is my request, That on the earth doth rest, That shall at length decay, With earth must pass away, And can never save us. The treasure I desire Is Thine own grace, O Sire! The grace that Thy dear Son, Of saving grace the throne, By His death hath purchas'd. Thou pure and righteous art, Unholy is my heart, All dead in sin I live, But sin dost Thou forgive, Who art God most faithful. And be Thy faithfulness My trust and happiness; Turn from my sin Thy face With overflowing grace My guiltiness cover. Consider what we be-- A moment, where are we? As brittle as frail glass, As fading as the grass, By a breath we're swept off. If Thou wilt only view The evil that we do, So great our load of sin, None e'er could stand within Heaven's gate most holy. How Jesus Christ for me Himself hath giv'n, see! What I to do have fail'd His power hath avail'd, His doing and dying. Thou lov'st remorse and smart, Behold, here is a heart That knows and feels its sin, And burns like fire within With grief, pain, and sorrow. I'm like a thirsty land From which Thy gracious hand Hath long withheld the rain, Until we seek in vain For strength, fruit, or moisture. Like hart upon the heath, That cries with gasping breath For water fresh and clear, I call into Thine ear, Fount of living water! My spirit, Lord, revive, Rich consolation give; Speak, that my soul may rest Upon the friendly breast Of Thy love eternal. Give me a trustful mood, That when the mighty flood Of sin o'erwhelmeth me, My grief absorb'd may be In Thy mercy's ocean. Drive off the wicked foe That seeks my overthrow; Thou art my Shepherd, I Will be eternally A sheep of Thy pasture. As long as I shall dwell On earth, to do Thy will I give myself to Thee, And evermore shall be Thine own faithful servant. Though feeble, I shall be Still grateful unto Thee, For in Thy might alone, That worketh in Thine own, All my power standeth. Then send Thy Spirit down, Who points out to Thine own The way that pleaseth Thee; They never mov'd shall be, Who keep Him indwelling. Thou shalt go on before, Shalt open me the door That leads to wisdom's way, I'll follow every day, Copying Thee ever. And when at length 'tis giv'n To tread the courts of heav'n, With angel hosts to Thee I'll sing eternally To Thy praise and glory. Prayer and the Christian Life. FOR WISDOM. O God! from Thee doth wisdom flow, All I can do Thou well dost know; If Thine own grace doth not sustain, Then all my labour is in vain. As shapen in iniquity, No good by nature can I see; My heart can never serve Thee right, In folly it is sunken quite. Yea, Saviour! I'm too mean and small To treat Thy law and claims at all; What for my neighbour's good may be, Is hid from and unknown to me, My life is very short and weak, A thread, a passing wind may break; The splendour that the world doth prize Is vain and worthless in mine eyes. If earth with all its gifts would dow'r, And give me honour, fame, and pow'r, And did I not enjoy Thy light, Then were I nought, 'twere deepest night. What use, though much we've learnèd here, If first we do not learn Thy fear, And ne'er to serve Thee right attain? It is more loss to us than gain. The knowledge men themselves attain May easily mislead again; And when our art hath done its best, On all sides obstacles arrest. How many ruin now the soul Through craft, as did Ahithophel, And come, through ignorance of Thee, And through their wit, to misery. O God, my Father! lend an ear, My supplication deign to hear; Far from me may such folly be; A better mind, Lord! give to me. Give me the Wisdom from above Thou giv'st to all who truly love, The wisdom that before Thy throne For ever shineth in their crown. I love her lovely face so bright, She is my joy and heart's delight, The fairest is that holdeth me, Mine eyes she pleaseth wondrously. She's noble, and of rarest worth, From Thee, Most High! derives her birth; She's like the Monarch of the day, Rich gifts and virtues her array. Her words are sweet and comfort well, When grief our eyes with tears doth fill; When 'neath affliction's rod we smart, 'Tis she revives the drooping heart. She's full of grace and majesty, Preserves us from mortality; Who earnestly to get her strives, E'en when he's dying, still he lives. She's the Creator's counsellor, In deeds and words excels in pow'r; Through her the blind world knows and sees What God in heav'n above decrees. What mortal knows His Maker's mind? Who is he that could ever find The counsel out God hath decreed, The way wherein He'd have us tread? The soul upon the earth doth live, Its heavy burdens sorely grieve, The faculties distracted be, From error here are not set free. What God doth who can e'er explore, And say what He rejoiceth o'er? Unless Thou who dost ever live Dost Thine own wisdom to us give. Then send her from Thy heav'nly throne, And give her to Thine handmaid's son; Her bountifully, Lord! impart To the poor dwelling of my heart. Command her to abide with me, And my companion aye to be; Whene'er I labour, may she e'er Me help my heavy load to bear. May I be taught by her wise hand To know and rightly understand That I to Thee alone may cleave, According to Thy will may live. And give to me ability, To truth may I still open be, That sour of sweet I never make, Nor darkness for the light may take. To Thy word give desire and love, And true to duty may I prove; To pious souls join'd may I be, Take counsel with them constantly. And may I gladly every man, By deed and counsel when I can, To guide and succour ready be, In truth and in sincerity. So that in ev'rything I do, In Thy love I may ever grow; For who to wisdom doth not give Himself, unlov'd by Thee must live. FOR SUCCESS AND BLESSING IN ALL CHRISTIAN WORKS AND PURPOSES. My God! my works and all I do, Rest only on Thy will, I know, Thy blessing prospers ever, When Thou dost guide, we persevere In right ways, erring never. It standeth not in human might That man's devices issue right, His way with gladness endeth: God's counsel only prospers sure, 'Tis He success who sendeth. Man often thinks in haughty mood That this or that is for his good, Yet widely he mistaketh; He often thinketh that is ill Whereof the Lord choice maketh. But wise men e'en who joyfully Begin a good work, frequently Reach no good termination; They build a castle firm and strong, But sand is the foundation. How many in their fancy stray High over mountain peaks away, Ere they bethink them ever; Down to the ground they fall, and vain Has been their strong endeavour. Dear Father! therefore, who the crown And sceptre bear'st on Heav'n's throne, Who from the clouds dost lighten, Regard my words, and hear my cry, From Thy seat my soul brighten! Vouchsafe to me the noble light That from Thy countenance so bright On pious souls aye breaketh, And where the pow'r of wisdom true Through Thine own pow'r awaketh. Give understanding from on high, That I henceforward may rely Upon mine own will never. Be Thou my counsel, that I may Fulfil the good, Lord! ever. Prove all things well, whate'er is good Give to me, but what flesh and blood Doth choose, withhold it ever. The highest good, the fairest part, Thy glory is and favour. Sun of my soul! my chief delight! Whate'er is pleasing in Thy sight, Oh! may I choose and do it; And what's displeasing unto Thee, May I, O Lord! eschew it. Is it from Thee? my work then bless; Is it of man? withhold success, And change what I'm resolving. Dost Thou not work? 'twill come to nought, In failure soon involving. But should Thine and our enemy Begin to rage revengefully Against the good Thou'rt meaning, My comfort is, Thou canst avert His wrath, me ever screening. Draw near, and let it easy be, What seems impossible to me, A happy issue give it; What Thou Thyself didst undertake, Thy wisdom did conceive it. Though hard at first the work may be, And I may through the deepest sea Of bitter grief be passing, Oh! may I only driven be To sighs and pray'r unceasing. Whoever prays and trusteth Thee, With valiant heart shall victor be O'er all that frightens ever, In thousand pieces speedily Grief's heavy stone shall shiver. The way to good is almost wild, With thorns and hedges is it fill'd; Along this way who goeth He by the Spirit's grace at last What heav'nly joy is knoweth. I am Thy child, my Father Thou! Thou hast abundance to bestow, Nought can I find within me; Help, that I may maintain my ground, As victor home, Lord! bring me. Thine be the glory and the pow'r! Thy mighty works I'll more and more From heart with rapture swelling, Before Thy folk and all the world, All my life long be telling. TWOFOLD, FATHER! IS MY PRAYER.--PROV. XXX. 7-9. Twofold, Father! is my pray'r, Twofold the desire I there Lay before Thee, who dost give What's good for us to receive; Grant the pray'r that Thou dost know, Ere my soul to Thee must go From the body's bands below. Grant that far from me may be Lying and idolatry; Poverty immoderate Give me not, nor riches great; Too great wealth or poverty Is not good, for either may 'Neath the devil's pow'r us lay. Give to me, my Saviour! give Modest portion while I live; Evermore supply my need, Giving me my daily bread; Little, with contented mood, And a conscience pure and good, Is the best can be bestow'd. If my cup should overflow, Proud in spirit I might grow, Thee deny with scornful word, Asking who is God and Lord? For the heart with pride doth swell, Often knows not when 'tis well, How itself enough t' extol. Should I bare and naked be, Sunk in too deep poverty, Faithless, I might wickedly Steal my neighbour's property; Force might use and artifice, Follow lawless practices, Never ask what Christian is. God! my Treasure and my Light, Neither course for me were right, Either would dishonour Thee, Sink me into hell's dark sea; Therefore, give, Lord! graciously, What Thy heart designs for me, Moderate my portion be! SIRACH'S PRAYER FOR A HAPPY AND TEMPERATE LIFE. Creator, Father, Prince of might! Who life to me art giving, Unless Thou guid'st my life aright In vain here am I living. For while I'm living, I am dead, To sin devoted ever; Whose life in mire of sin is led, The true life he hath never Beheld one moment even. Then turn on Thy poor child Thy face, In darkness do not leave me; That I may shun sin and disgrace, Good counsel ever give me! To keep my lips a guard, Lord, send, May no word ever leave them That e'er Thy people could offend Let nought I say e'er grieve them, Nor ever Thee dishonour! Forbid, Father! that mine ear Upon this earth so evil, Against Thy name and pow'r should hear The wicked rage and cavil. Let not the poison and the gall Of slanderers defile me; If I such filth should touch at all It surely would beguile me, Might e'en quite overthrow me. Lord, keep mine eyes, control their glance, May they work evil never; A bold and shameless countenance Keep Thou far from me ever! What's honest, keeps due boundaries, What angels seek in heaven, What is well-pleasing in Thine eyes, For it by me be striven, All luxury disdaining. Oh! may I ne'er delighted be By revelling and eating; Be what Thou lov'st belov'd by me, Though others shun it, hating. The lusts wherein the flesh doth roll, To hell will draw us ever; The joys the world doth love, the soul And spirit will deliver To torment everlasting. Oh! happy he who eats heav'n's bread, And heav'nly water drinketh, Who tastes nought else, nought else doth heed, Nought else desires, and thinketh Of that alone which strength can bring, The life we'll live for ever With God, and with the hosts who sing His praise, in joy that never Shall know an interruption. FOR CONSTANT CHRISTIAN FRIENDSHIP. Jesus! Thou, my dearest Brother, Who dost well to me intend, Thou mine Anchor, Mast, and Rudder, And my truest Bosom-Friend. To Thee, ere was earth or heaven, Had the race of man been given; Thou, e'en me, poor guest of earth, Chosen hadst before my birth. Thou art free from guile, Lord! ever Innocent of all that's base; But on this sad earth whenever I in meditation gaze, There I find deception living; Who excelleth in deceiving, Who the best dissemble can, He's the best and wisest man. Hollow and unfaithful ever Is the friendship of the earth; Seemeth she a man to favour? 'Tis but for the gold he's worth; Are we prosp'rous, do we flourish? She will smile on us, and nourish; Doth misfortune o'er us low'r? She forsakes us in that hour. Drive away from me, and shield me From such instability; If I, Father, have defil'd me (For I also human be) With this mire, and did I ever Falsehood love, oh! now deliver. All my guilt I own to Thee, Patience give, and grace to me! May I ne'er be overtaken By the evils Thou hast said Come on those who've truth forsaken, And with wares deceptive trade; For Thou sayest Thou disownest, As abomination shunnest, Ev'ry hypocrite's false mood, Who talks, but doth not the good. May my heart be constant ever, Faithful still to every friend; When to grief Thou dost deliver Them, and 'neath the cross they bend, May I even then ne'er shun them, But like unto Thee, Lord, own them, Who, when we were poor and bare, Tended'st us with fondest care. After Thy will, Saviour, give me One in whom I may confide, Who will faithful counsel give me When my heart is sorely tried; To whom I may freely utter All I feel, with nought to fetter, In the measure I may need, 'Till my heart from care is freed. Oh! let David's bliss betide me, Give to me a Jonathan Who will come and stand beside me Like a rock, though every man From my company should sever, Who his heart will give me ever, Who'll stand firm in every hour, When sun shines or tempests low'r. Out of all the men who're living, Choose me a believing friend, Who to Thee is firmly cleaving, On Thine arm doth aye depend; Who may by Thy will relieve me, Help and comfort ever give me, Help, from sympathizing heart, Comfort, when I feel grief's smart. When 'tis only the mouth loveth, Then the love is ill bestow'd; Whose love but to good words moveth While he keeps a hateful mood, Whom self-interest rules ever, Who when honey falls, stays never, But escapeth speedily,-- Ever far be such from me! In my weakness and my sinning, Move my friend to speak to me, By his words of kindness winning, Never as an enemy. Who reproves in love and sadness Is like him, in days of gladness, Who pours balsam over me That by Jordan floweth free. Riches great were I possessing, Priceless were my property; Jesus! did Thy hand such blessing Graciously bestow on me, Were such friend, Lord! ever near me, By His constancy to cheer me; Who doth honour Thee, and fear He hath such a treasure near. Good friends like to staves are ever, Whereon men lean as they go, That the weak one can deliver, When he slides and lieth low: Sad his case who such ne'er knoweth, Who through life all friendless goeth, Weary is his lonely way, When he falls, to help who stay? Gracious Saviour! let it please Thee, Be my Friend in every hour, Be my Friend, till death release me, Be my faithful Staff of pow'r! When Thou to Thyself wilt bind me, Then a heart Thou soon wilt find me, By Thy Holy Spirit fir'd With good thoughts to me inspir'd. FOR TEMPORAL AND ETERNAL WELFARE. O God, my Father! thanks to Thee I bring with deep humility, That Thou Thine anger endest, And that Thy Son, Our Joy and Crown, Into the world Thou sendest. He hath appear'd, His precious blood Hath pourèd forth in such a flood, That all our sins it washes. Who to Him cleaves, He soon relieves Of burdens, and refreshes. I come, Lord! as the best I may, Take me into the band, I pray, Of those who are forgiven, Who through this blood Are just and good, And shall be bless'd in heaven. Oh! let mine eye and hand of faith This noble pledge keep without scath, Away from me ne'er casting; And let this light Lead me aright, To the light everlasting. The mansion of my soul prepare, Cast out whate'er is evil there, And build in me Thy dwelling: Thy grace so free Reveal to me, My soul with Thy love filling. All things are mine when I have Thee, Thou void of gifts canst never be; A thousand ways Thou knowest On earth to keep Thy feeble sheep; Enough Thou aye bestowest. Grant that I in my station here Thee in Thy word may ever fear, So guide what things concern me, That found in me True faith may be, And may with truth adorn me. And give me a contented mind, For when with godliness combin'd, Great gain thence ever floweth. Then what of good It pleaseth God To give, great peace bestoweth. The little that by God's great grace The righteous as his portion has, To honour more commendeth, Than all the gold The world doth hold, And with proud spirit spendeth. The faithful, Lord, to Thee are known, Thou art their Joy, and they Thine own, To shame thou putt'st them never; Comes scarcity, Their bread from Thee They find in all lands ever. God loveth him who fears and cleaves To Him, sees that no mischance grieves, In his ways joyeth ever; And if he slide, God doth abide, Doth bless him and deliver. God's eye is upon all who wait And hope in Him both soon and late, In all need to deliver, E'en in the hour When to devour Death threatens them for ever. Lord, Thou canst only gracious be, Thou givest all to know and see Thy goodness and Thy favour, Who with their mouth And heart in truth Own Thee their only Saviour. Make Her[9] Thy care especially, Whom Thou as monarch hast rais'd high This land and nation over; With rest and peace The land, Lord! bless, The throne with blessings cover. Preserve, Lord! our dear native land In Thine embrace and mighty hand; Protect us all together From error's voice, From enemies, From fire and plague deliver. All whom I love, keep every day, Let all the hosts of hell away From young and old be driven! Here, may we be In time by Thee Preserv'd, and there in heaven! ---------- [9]For obvious reasons the original has been slightly altered. The German is, Insonderheit nimm wohl in acht Den Fürsten, &c. FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST. O Jesus Christ! my fairest Light, Who in Thy soul dost love me, I ne'er can tell it, nor its height Mete, 'tis so high above me, Grant that my heart may warm to Thee, With ardent love ne'er ceasing, Thee embracing, And as Thy property, Cleave to Thee, ever gazing. Grant that an idol in me may Dwell e'en a moment never, Grant me to make Thy love, I pray, My crown and prize for ever! Cast all things out, take all away, That Thee and me would sever, So that ever By Thy love, my pow'rs may Be kindled, and cool never! How friendly, blessèd, sweet, and fair Is Thy love, Jesus ever! While this remains, distress and care Can grieve my spirit never. Then let me only think of Thee, Be seeing, hearing, feeling, Loving, telling Of Thee, and Thy great love to me Oh! be Thou more revealing! Oh! that this greatest, highest good, I might for aye be tasting! Oh! that in me this noble blood Might glow to everlasting! Help me to watch, Lord! day and night, This blessèd treasure shielding From unyielding Foes, who 'gainst us the might Of Satan's realm are wielding! My Saviour! Thou in love to me Hast down to death descended, And like a murd'rer on the tree And thief hast been suspended, Spit on, despis'd and wounded sore, The wounds which Thee have riven, May it even To me at the heart's core With love to feel be given. The blood that hath been shed by Thee Is good and precious ever, My heart is wicked desp'rately, Hard as a millstone nether. Ah! let the virtue of Thy blood My flinty heart be bending, Entrance finding; And may Thy love, life's flood Through all my veins be sending. Oh! were my heart op'd to receive The blood-drops that were falling From Thee, wrung by my sin that eve In agony appalling! Oh! that the fountains of mine eyes Were op'd, and with much sighing, And sore crying, Gush'd forth, as tears and sighs Of men in love who're dying. Oh! that I as a little child With weeping eyes might trace Thee, E'en till Thy heart with love was fill'd And Thine arms did embrace me. And until Thou Thy heart to me With sweet love flowing over, Should'st discover, And we united be, Thy goodness for my cover. Ah! draw me, Saviour! after Thee, And so shall I be hasting, I run, and in my heart shall be Thy love with rapture tasting; The gracious words from Thee I'll hear Sweet comfort shall give ever; Me deliver From sin, and every fear, These shall o'ercome me never. My Comfort, Treasure, Health, and Light, My Life and Saviour tender! Ah! take me for Thy portion quite As I myself surrender! There's nought but pain apart from Thee, I nought but gall discover, Earth all over, Nought ever comforts me, No balm can me recover. But Thou the Rest most blessed art, In Thee are joys eternal. Grant, Jesus! grant that my poor heart Feed in Thy pastures vernal! Be Thou the flame that burns in me, My Balsam, ease that giveth, And relieveth Pain that here constantly Makes me heave sighs, and grieveth. Ah! fairest one, what faileth me In Thy great love, of blessing? It is my sun that lightens me, My well-spring, me refreshing! My sweetest wine, my heav'nly bread, My cov'ring when before Thee, And my glory, My shield in hour of need, My house that riseth o'er me! Ah! dearest love, why was I born, If Thou my soul forsakest? If Thou withdraw'st, I'm all forlorn, All good from me Thou takest. O may I seek Thee as my guest, With all my best endeavour Keep Thee ever; And when I Thee arrest, Let Thee go from me never. I've been belov'd by Thee for aye, To follow Thou did'st move me; Before I good could e'er essay, E'en then did Thy heart love me: Ah! noble Rock! Thy love below May it for ever guide me, And beside me Be it where'er I go, To aid whate'er betide me. And may Thy love adorn my place, Where'er my lot Thou'rt casting; And if I wander from Thy ways, To bring me back be hasting. And let me ever counsel wise, Good works from Thee be learning, From sin turning, And when from falls I rise, Come back to Thee with yearning! And ever be my joy in woe, When weak, with Thy strength stay me; And when my course is run below, I down to rest will lay me. Then may Thy love and truth with me, O Christ! abide for ever, Leave me never, Till I Thy glory see, Oh! may they waft me thither! THE FIRST PSALM OF DAVID. Bless'd is he who never taketh Counsel of ungodly men! Bless'd, the right who ne'er forsaketh, Nor in sinners' paths is seen, Who the scorners' friendship spurns, From their seats away who turns, Who delight in God's word taketh, This his meditation maketh. Bless'd is he who pleasure taketh In God's laws' most perfect way, It is his lov'd resort who maketh Where he lingers night and day! Oh! His blessing blooms and grows, As the palm where water flows, And abroad its branches spreadeth, And the wayworn pilgrim shadeth. He will truly ever flourish Who God's word delights to do, Air and earth alike will nourish Him, till ripe his fruit shall grow. Though his leaf grow old, yet he Ever fresh and green shall be, God success to his endeavour Giveth, and it prospers ever. But he who in sin's ways goeth Is like chaff the wind before, When it riseth up and bloweth, And we find it here no more. Where the Lord His people guide, There the godless ne'er abide, God the faithful loves and guideth, On the wicked wrath abideth. THE 112TH PSALM OF DAVID. Bless'd is he the Lord who loveth, At His word doth tremble aye! Bless'd whose heart him freely moveth God's commandments to obey. Who the Highest loves and fears, Findeth increase with the years Of all that to him is given By the bounteous hand of Heaven. His dear children shall stand ever Like to roses in their blow; Flowing with God's goodness over, On his generations go. What the body needs below God who rules all will bestow, He will bounteously relieve them, Plenty in their dwellings give them. The right deeds of the believer Nought can shake, they stand secure; If a storm o'ertakes him ever, Still doth God, his Light endure, Comforts, shieldeth with His pow'r, So that after darkness' hour, After night of tears and sorrow, Joy and sunshine glad the morrow. God's compassion, grace, and favour For the faithful still endure. Blessèd are the souls who ever Think upon the needy poor, Love them, seek to do them good; For the ever-living God In His arms of grace will bear them, And a home above prepare them. When the black clouds o'er them lighten, And the pealing thunders shock, They shall sit, and nought shall frighten, Like the dove hid in the rock; They'll remain eternally, And their memory shall be Upon every side extending, As their branches trees are sending. When misfortunes overtake them, Whereby sinners low are laid, Firm their courage, nought can shake them, And their hearts are undismay'd; Undismay'd, from care are free, Hearts that unreservedly To the Lord their God are given, Love Him when forsaken even. Who delight take in relieving Sad ones, to the Lord are dear; What the loving hands are giving, God will recompense e'en here. Who much giveth much will gain, He shall not desire in vain, What his heart desires and willeth, God in His good time fulfilleth. But the foes who triumph'd o'er them, They shall see depart beneath; Satan who such malice bore them, Evermore shall gnash his teeth: Sorely will it him displease When their blessedness he sees, Yet that he can rob them never, Only waste himself for ever. THE 121ST PSALM OF DAVID. Lord! to Thee alone I raise Evermore mine eager eyes, Upturn'd is my constant gaze To the hills that pierce the skies: To the hills whence flow to me Help and saving health from Thee! All my succour comes to me From my great Creator's hand, Who hath deck'd so beauteously Earth and sky, air, sea, and land, And with ev'ry good supplied, That our needs be satisfied. Lest thy feet, my soul! should stray From the narrow path of right, He is with thee in the way, And preserves thee day and night. Trust Him! and the hosts of hell Never more shall work thee ill. Sleepless vigils doth He keep When thou liest down to rest; When thou'rt sunk in slumbers deep, To thy side at His behest Angel hosts then wing their flight, Thee to guard through all the night. All thou hast and all thou art Is encircled by His love; Ev'ry grief that wrings thy heart Doth He graciously remove. Soul and body shieldeth He, When dark tempests threaten thee. When the noonday's burning sun All thy body's strength doth blight, When the midnight stars and moon Dazzle with their brilliant light, Then His hand of mighty pow'r, Shades thee in the trying hour. May He still protection yield, Faithful Shepherd be, and near Still remain thy rock and shield, When thy heart's oppress'd with fear. When of need thou feel'st the smart, May He press thee to His heart. Dost thou sit or rise again, Dost thou speak or dost thou hear, Still at home dost thou remain, Art abroad when none is near, Dost thou wander in or out? He will compass thee about. THE 139TH PSALM OF DAVID. Lord, Thou my heart dost search and try, And what is hidden from mine eye Thou seest, all I am and own To Thine omniscient mind is known. Whene'r I sit, lie down, or stand, Or walk, or run, on ev'ry hand Thy presence doth encompass me, At all times I am hard by Thee. And all the thoughts that stir my heart, That lurk in its most secret part, Thy searching eye doth scrutinize Ere they to consciousness arise. And never from my tongue a word Escapes, by Thee, O Lord, unheard; Thou order'st all I speak or do, And guidest me life's journey through. 'Tis true, I know, but must remain A knowledge I can ne'er attain, A mystery beyond the ken Of feeble and short-sighted men. Where shall I from Thy Spirit fly, Escape from Thine omniscient eye? Where shall I from Thy presence hide, And where remote from Thee abide? If I ascend the utmost height Of heav'n, there art Thou, thron'd in light; Or should I down to hell repair And make my bed, I'd find Thee there. Should I on morning's pinions ride, As far as ocean's empire wide Of stormy waves breaks on the land, I'd be upheld by Thy right hand. Or if the help of night I sought, No change by darkness would be wrought, For let the night be as it may, With Thee is ever cloudless day. 'Mid darkest shadows Thou canst see, The darkness is a light to Thee, Thy glance is ever clear and bright, From sun and moon Thou need'st no light. My reins Thou ever hast possess'd, For in Thy hand they ever rest, From infancy Thou hast me led, With daily blessings crown'd my head. Thou hast, who'rt greatly to be fear'd, My frame with cunning hand uprear'd; Thy works, Thy wondrous pow'r forth tell, And that my soul doth know right well. My substance was not hid from Thee, When I in secret curiously Was fashion'd in the depths of earth, From whence Thy pow'r hath brought me forth. Before my time, my times for me Determin'd were by Thy decree, The tale of years and days I'd see, Hours, moments, all were fix'd by Thee. My God, how precious, sweet, and fair, I see array'd before me there The thoughts of wisdom of Thy heart, In all Thy bounty doth impart. The sum of these so high doth mount, That when their number I would count, I find them infinitely more Than dust or sand, on field or shore. How doth the bold blaspheming band Thee vilify on every hand, O God of wonders! and Thy name Despise and treat with open shame. Their scornful mouths, Lord, close and seal, Against them speedily reveal Thy wrath! against Thy foes arise, Thy foes are hateful in mine eyes. Though in return, their hatred sore Against Thee burn, I do no more Amid the rage of angry foes, Than 'neath Thy shelt'ring wings repose. Lord, search and know my heart and mood, See if my way be right and good, The everlasting joyful road Lead me that brings me home to God. Songs of the Cross and Consolation. UNDER THE TRIALS OF THIS LIFE. Full often as I meditate Upon the world's disorder'd state, I ask myself if earthly life Be good, and worthy of the strife, Has he not acted for the best Who laid himself betimes to rest? Reflect, my friend, say, if you know What station is there here below Without its fall and daily share Of sorrow, pain, and anxious care? And tell me if a place there be From sorrow, tears, vexation free. And doth not every passing day, From youth to manhood, bear away Its own peculiar load of grief Upon its back, and such relief As transient joy may seem to bring, Is it not full of suffering? If times be good, and fortune smile, My God! how envy storms the while; If dignity and honours great Attend thy steps, alas! their weight. If others thou'rt preferr'd before, Than others too thou'rt burden'd more. Art thou to-day in joyous mood, Rejoicing in thy share of good? Lo! ere thou think'st, thy gains are gone, Thy joyous mood with them is flown, The hurricane so suddenly Doth sweep away thy property. Dost from the world withdraw thyself, And lov'st God more than gold or pelf? Thy crown, thy jewel, thy good name Is cover'd by the world with shame. For he who can't dissembler play, The world as fool will spurn away. 'Tis true, alas! that trouble waits In daily watch before our gates; On earth the cross is borne by all, All feel its weight, and taste its gall; But shall we therefore cast away The Christian's light? I tell thee--nay. The saints, who to their Saviour cleave, In faith and in the Spirit live, Unhurt by any ill or woe Pass through their pilgrimage below; Though things may sometimes fall out ill Yet with them it is ever well. Though they no gold have stor'd away, They've God, and care not what men say, Reject with joy, and aye despise The world's vain pomp and vanities; Their honour is to hope and wait, From God alone comes all their state. The Christian, God as Father knows, Can in His faithfulness repose; Whatever trial God may send, Can't separate him from his friend; The more He smites, he loves the more, Remaineth true, though chasten'd sore. He only plays a hero's part Who cherishes within his heart The Saviour's love; whate'er betide, Firm as a rock shall he abide When heav'n and earth shall pass away; Though men forsake, God's word's his stay. The word of God beguiles our fears, And turns to smiles our bitter tears; It robs misfortune of the pow'r Of hurting in the evil hour; It brings the sadden'd heart relief, When bow'd beneath the load of grief. Now cease, I pray, your tale of woe: Though full of grief this life below, Still falleth to the Christian's share Salvation and God's guardian care; Who loves the Saviour, trusts in God, Remains unmov'd beneath the rod. As gold into the fire is cast, And comes forth purified at last, So saints supported by God's grace Uninjur'd through affliction pass; A child his father's child is still, Although his father's rod he feel. Dear heart, chase all thy fears away, On thy God's faithfulness now stay, Though smiting with His chast'ning rod, He means it well, 'tis for thy good; Confide in Him, His guiding hand Will bring thee to the better land. Live on according to His will, Although the way be rough, be still! In heav'n Thou hast a mansion fair, Where joy will banish every care; If here we to the Saviour cleave, With Jesu's angels shall we live. THOU ART BUT MAN! Thou art but man, to thee 'tis known, Why dost thou then endeavour To do what God should do alone, Or can accomplish ever? A thousand griefs thou goest through, In spite of all thy wit can do; Upon thine end thou pond'rest, What it will be thou wond'rest. 'Tis all in vain, in vain thy care, With all thy musings earnest, In all thy life a single hair Thou white or black ne'er turnest. The griefs by which thou'rt sore distress'd Can only serve to mar thy rest, Cause anguish unavailing, Thy life itself curtailing. Wilt thou do what is for thy good, And what thy God good seeth? Then cast on Him each heavy load, 'Fore whom earth and heav'n fleeth. Thy life and labour, all that's thine, With joy into God's hand resign; A happy end He'll ever Give thee, and thee deliver. Who car'd for thee ere light of day Had dawn'd upon thy vision, While in the womb thy soul still lay As in a gloomy prison? Who thought upon thy welfare then? What good did all the might of men Do, when to thee were given Life, mind, and pow'r from heaven? Whose skill was it that fashion'd thee? And who thy frame uprearèd? To glad our eyes, by whose decree, Say, hath the light appearèd? Who hath thy veins in order laid, For each a course convenient made? Who hath thy frame replenish'd With members fair and finish'd? Where were thy mind and will and heart When land and ocean over, Yea, even earth's remotest part, The sky was spread to cover? Who made the sun and moon to shine, Who gave herbs, trees, and beasts as thine, Who bid them satisfy thee, And no desire deny thee? Lift up thy head, see everywhere, Above, around, below thee, How God in all for thee His care, And at all times, doth show thee! Thy meat and drink, the clothes dost wear, Did God, ere need thou felt'st, prepare. God, ere thou wast, prepar'd thee Thy mother's milk, that rear'd thee. The raiment that in infancy Thy nakedness did cover, The cradle that receivèd thee, The roof thy young head over, Were all in love prepar'd for thee, Ere yet thine eye was op'd to see The wonders that abounded, The world that thee surrounded. Yet wilt thou walk by thine own light Thy life long, only heeding, Believing nothing but thy sight, Go whither it is leading. In all that thou dost undertake, Thy heart thy counsellor dost make, Unless by it selected, Is ev'ry plan rejected. Behold! how oft and openly God's providence undoeth The plans thy hand so ardently And hopefully pursueth. But it doth happen frequently, That e'en the very things we see The wisest men could never Predict, or think of ever. How oft thy stiff-neck'd self-will hath To bitter need reduc'd thee! When heart and mind deluded, death To take for life, seduc'd thee! And had the Lord thy work and deed Along the path allow'd proceed That thou thyself had'st taken, Lost wert thou and forsaken. He who to us love endless feels, When self-involv'd, then frees us, Ev'n self-inflicted wounds He heals, Guides when astray He sees us. Paternal kindness, tender love, To these His heart doth ever move, This love poor sinners beareth, For whom as sons He careth. Ah! silence doth He often keep, But still the while He blesses, E'en though we tears of anguish weep, Though grief the heart depresses, Although our eager eyes we strain, And seek for light, but seek in vain, And seek deliv'rance ever From woe, but find it never. But God our Lord still onward straight His path pursueth ever, And brings us to heav'n's peaceful gate, Where storms assail us never. What dark was and mysterious here In all God's ways, shall be then clear, His wisdom we'll discover When our life-work is over. Then peace, be still, my troubled breast! And let no grief distress thee, God ever plans for thee the best, His heart is set to bless thee. Thy cause the Saviour ne'er can leave, In this assuredly believe, Tow'rd us He ever yearneth, His ardent love aye burneth. With grace and truth His loving heart For evermore is glowing, And keenly feeleth He the smart, When from our eyes are flowing Hot tears, caus'd by vain sorrow's load, As if in wrath and hate our God Could ever helpless leave us, Would never comfort give us! The evil thought, ah! put away, No more may it deceive thee, Although what happ'neth, seldom may Increase of pleasure give thee. But that will happen certainly Which God thy Father doth decree; From what He wills to send thee, No mortal can defend thee. Then to thy Father's arms of love In confidence betake thee, Pray on till His compassion move, His special care He make thee! Then by His Spirit will He guide, Through unknown paths still at thy side, From all thy woe and striving At last deliv'rance giving. CHRISTIAN CONTENTMENT. O my soul, why dost thou grieve, Why dost mourn so bitterly, That more freely God doth give Gifts to others than to thee? In thy God delight thy heart, He's the good enduring part. Of the human race have none In this world to be a right, All, yea each created one, But a guest is for a night. God in His house Lord is still, Gifts divideth as He will. Know, thou art not therefore here, That thou should'st possess the earth; Look thou up to heav'n so clear, There's thy gold of priceless worth, There is honour, there is joy, Without envy or alloy! Great the folly his who grieves For a little vanity, When God to him freely gives Treasures of eternity. Is the handredweight thy gain? Thou canst then despise the grain. All thy fair possessions see, That are valued by thy heart, None of them can go with thee When from earth thou must depart. Thou must leave them here below, When death's door thou passest through. The soul's nourishment, God's grace, And the Saviour's precious blood, Ne'er through time in worth decrease, But remain for ever good. Earthly goods must pass away, Soul-goods never can decay. Still art thou so blind, alas! Thinking--but all erringly, Eyes hast thou, but in the glass Of the word thou dost not see. Child of man! fix there thine eyes, For it is a peerless prize. Count thy fingers every one, And thine other members o'er, They are precious, they're thine own, Lov'd by thee than treasure more, Gold could never from thee buy E'en the least, though men should try. Search and ask thine inmost heart, 'Twill instruct thee what of good Daily falleth to thy part, By God's bounteous hand bestow'd; Than the sand upon the shore More, and yet desir'st thou more! Did thy Heav'nly Father see That it would be for thy good, What desires so eagerly Thy misguided flesh and blood, He would ne'er thee joyless leave, But would of His bounty give. God to thee is full of love, Faithful and sincere is He, When thou wishest aught, He'd prove Of what kind thy wish may be: If 'tis good, He will bestow, If 'tis ill, He'll answer--no. Meanwhile doth His Spirit give Manna to thy fainting heart, Food by which the angels live, Grace to deck thee doth impart, For His portion chooseth thee, Thou shalt share salvation free. Look then to thy God above, Sad and troubled countenance! Cease to sigh, faith's virtue prove, By thy clear and joyous glance! While thy sky is overcast By affliction, hold it fast! And as Heav'n's adopted son, Thy rebellious will restrain; Touch thy harp, let 'fore God's throne Grateful songs resound again. More at all times doth God give Than thou'rt worthy to receive. Live thou ever in God's fear, As thou journeyest to heav'n, Take whate'er befalls thee here As a gift in wisdom giv'n. Are they evil days, thou'lt see God and Heav'n endure for thee. UNDER THE VEXATIONS OF THE WICKED PROSPEROUS WORLD. Ah! lovely innocence, how evil art thou deem'd, How lightly oft thy work by all the world's esteem'd! Thou servest God, thy Lord, and to His word thou cleavest; For this, from men thou nought but scorn and hate receivest. Right on thy road thou go'st, flee'st from the crooked way; Another steppeth in and bears the prize away, Increaseth his small store, his chests and barns he filleth; Thou'rt poor with all thy house, scarce earn'st what hunger stilleth. The wicked one thou chid'st, who walks not righteously, Another practiseth a sweet hypocrisy That love and praise secures, and him on high upraises, While in the lurch the world thee leaves, and much abases. Thou say'st that virtue is the Christian's fairest crown, But reputation doth the world lay stress upon; He who will this secure, it saith, must ever labour To suit the times, and live and act just like his neighbour. Thou boast'st thyself in God, thy tongue doth aye commend The blessing God doth as His children's portion send: "If this be then the case," the world says, "come and show it, The happy fortune thou hast had, we'd see and know it." Stand firm, thou pious heart, stand firm, thy faith retain! 'Mid disappointment sore thy God will true remain, Commit thy ways to Him, let Him protect and guide thee, Thou'lt triumph at the last o'er evils that betide thee. Dost fail to please thy kind?--It is a sad disgrace! Enough, if on thee smile thy heav'nly Father's face. The worst that man can do is to betray and leave thee; But God is righteous, and His judgment can't deceive thee. Doth He say, "Thou art Mine, thy way doth please Me well?" Then be thy heart consol'd, let joy thy bosom swell, Cast to the wind the lies by wicked men indited, Be still, and thou shalt see, by God shall all be righted. Pride, arrogance, and pomp are ne'er enduring found, Like brightest glass they fall, and break upon the ground; So when the luck of men has mounted up to heaven, It soon comes crashing down, and on the earth lies riven. And all ill-gotten wealth, when right our estimate, Is on the heart and mind a dead oppressive weight That burdens evermore, with pain the conscience wringeth, Its quiet rest disturbs, and into trouble bringeth. And what have many more than of the poor the sweat? What do they eat and drink, and what gain do they get? They rob the widows' store, spite of their tears them wronging, Who like a thirsty land for sympathy are longing. Is this felicity? is this magnificence? Oh! what a sentence dire will God the Judge pronounce Upon the day of doom, when from His throne so loudly It sounds, how shall they seem who strut and boast so proudly! But thou who now thy God dost honour with whole heart, And never from His ways dost let thy feet depart, Shalt in the goodly throng, whom God with manna feedeth, With praise and honour clad, walk with Him where he leadeth. In patience, then, possess thy soul a little while, Do right, and persevere and live all free from guile, Act that the fairest prize in yonder life be given Thee, from His gracious hand who rules in earth and heaven. Whate'er on earth betide, from care remain all free, 'Twill fall out for thy good, as God the best may see; Rest thou assur'd, He will no wish of thine deny thee, With joy fulfil thy will, with every good supply thee. "I WILL ENDURE THE INDIGNATION OF THE LORD."--MICAH VII. I have deserv'd it, cease t' oppose The Lord's will, shall I never? Thou bitter cup, thou heavy cross, Come hither to me ever! From pain all free May never be He 'gainst the Lord who fighteth, As I each day, Who trod the way Wherein the world delighteth. I'll bear the chastisement of God, A patient soul possessing, For born in sin, sin's path I trod, Aye ventur'd on transgressing, That pleasures vain I might attain, In wantonness time wasting, The gracious word Of God the Lord, As I ought, never tasting. The road of God's commandments good I often have forsaken, And on the way that leads from God Am therefore overtaken By grief and smart, That pierce my heart; God's hand thus am I feeling, Who 'fore His throne To each his own Awards, in justice dealing. For just and true is God above, We fail His goodness telling, A mother's truth, a father's love Alike in him are dwelling. God's wrath, I ween, As oft hath been Ours, is not unrelenting. Men steel their heart, Refuse t' impart Grace e'en to the repenting. In sooth 'tis not the mind of God, His anger ever endeth, Return we, He removes the rod, And to the weary sendeth A sweet release, To mark doth cease, And visit our transgressing; His wrath He turns, And tow'rd us yearns, Gives after cursing blessing. And so the Lord will deal with me, And every one behold it, And vindicate the right will He, My cause, He will uphold it. Thy face so bright, Lord! to the light, From deepest pit will raise me, That ever I May heartily Thy truth exalt, and praise Thee. Rejoice not o'er me, then, my foes, I lie not here for ever, My God will come ere ye suppose, And speedily deliver. His holy hand Will make me stand, Firm and secure for ever; Good times to me And joy will He Give after stormy weather. I am in need, yet scarce can speak Of real need and sorrow; When God my Light is, day must break And bring a glorious morrow, E'en in the night, While yet the might Of darkness much increaseth, And when this Light Dawns on my sight, Whate'er oppresses ceaseth. The time will come, e'en now 'tis near, When I shall sing salvation, When he who lov'd to mock and jeer At me in tribulation, And bid me tell Where God doth dwell, Shall from God's face be driven With head cast down; To me a crown Of honour shall be given! FOR PATIENCE IN GREAT SORROW. Ah! faithful God, compass'nate heart, Whose goodness never endeth, I know this bitter cross and smart Thy hand it is that sendeth! Yea, Lord, I know this burden great Thou sendest not in wrath and hate, But 'tis in love appointed. That ever is Thy way all-wise, Thy child in woe must languish, Thou whom Thou lovest, dost chastise, 'Fore joy Thou sendest anguish, Sink'st us to hell, in woe we lie, And raisest us again on high, Thus with us fares it always. Thou ever leadest wondrously Thy children dear who please Thee! Would I have life? Then first must I E'en down to death abase me. In honour who'd be raised on high, He self-abas'd on earth must lie As worthless dust and ashes. On earth, Lord, Thy belovèd Son Such sorrow had to try Him; Ere He could reach His glorious throne Ill men must crucify Him. He pass'd through trouble, need, and woe, Nor shrunk He from death's cruel blow, To reach the joys of heaven. Did then Thy good and holy Son Himself for us deliver, And I enslavèd, sinful one, Shall I resist Thee ever? Of patience aye the glass is He, And who His face desires to see Must in His footsteps follow. How is it reason finds it hard, The truth so oft rejecteth, That Thou with favour dost regard E'en while Thy hand afflicteth? How long doth oft the cross remain, How hardly can we love and pain Then reconcile together. God of the Church! when fails my pow'r, Strength graciously then give me; And grant that nought in trial's hour Of faith may e'er deprive me. Uphold me by Thy might, O Lord, Establish me then in Thy word, From murmuring deliver! When I am weak, be Thou my stay, In faithfulness be near me, That I continually may pray, And call on Thee to hear me. While yet a heart hopes and believes, And still in pray'r unceasing lives, Bold is it, and unvanquish'd. In measure, Lord, apply the rod, Lest I sink altogether; Thou know'st how I can bear the load, How life's imperill'd ever, For neither steel nor stone am I, But sooner pass away and die, E'en than a fleeting vapour. Ah! Jesus, who did'st stoop so low, Thy blood shed, life that giveth, The bitter cross full well dost know, And how the spirit grieveth When cross and heavy woe combine, So wilt Thou hear each cry of mine, When bitterly complaining. I know Thou feelest sympathy When want and woe distress me, That Thou with help wilt visit me, And graciously wilt bless me. Ah! strengthen Thou my feeble hand, And lead my feet where I may stand In safety--Come and save me! Speak courage to my fainting heart, With comfort, Lord, support me. Of weary souls the Rest Thou art, My Tow'r, where none can hurt me! My Rock, where from the sun I hide, My Tent, where safely I abide When storms without are raging! And as in love, while here I dwell, Thou suff'ring hast decreed me, Thy grace vouchsafe Thy child, Lord, still, In Thy green pastures lead me; That I in faith may patience gain, Through patience rich reward attain, When I've endur'd the trial. Oh! Holy Ghost, of joy the Oil, Whom God from Heaven giveth, Refresh me, pour into my soul What heart and flesh reviveth. Of glory, Thou the Spirit art, Know'st what in heav'n shall be my part Of grace, joy, consolation! How fair 'twill be, ah! let me gaze Upon the life so glorious, That Thou wilt give to those who pass Through trials sore, victorious. The earth with all its treasures fair Can never with this life compare, They pale and fade before it. Thou'lt deal with me so graciously, I'll endless joy be tasting, For trials known to Thee and me Have glory everlasting. Thou'lt wipe the tear-drop from mine eyes, To exultation turn my sighs, Lord! I believe it. Amen! UNDER THE CROSS WHEN GOD DELAYS HIS HELP. Father of mercies! God most high, Deign graciously to hear me, Thou say'st, "Knock at my door and cry, In time of need draw near me. As urgently Thou long'st, to thee I'll come to help and raise thee, That with thy mouth, In very truth, Thou joyfully may'st praise me." Commit to God, both morn and night, Thy ways, and doings ever; He knoweth how to guide thee right, And always will deliver. To Him reveal Whate'er dost feel Thy heart to sorrow moveth; He is Thy Lord, Knows how to guard And shield thee whom He loveth. For His belovèd child will care The faithful loving Father; Who righteous and believing are, He to His rest will gather. Then, people dear, Hope ever here On Him who aye relieves you; His throne before Your hearts outpour, Tell Him whatever grieves you! Ah! God our Shield! Thy word how sweet It sounds to Thine afflicted: "I'll come to thee with succour meet, When thy heart is dejected. He loveth me, So lov'd shall be, Secure for aye I'll make him, From care all free Shall sit by me, I'll to my bosom take him." The Lord to them is ever nigh Who trustfully draw near Him, He's at their side whene'er they cry, Helps them o'ercome, who fear Him. In misery Who low do lie, He raiseth and relieveth, And joy imparts To fainting hearts, Them pow'r and might he giveth. "In truth, who my great name doth fear," Saith Christ, "and firm believeth, God doth regard his pray'r sincere, His heart's wish freely giveth." Then one and all Draw near and call, Who asketh, he obtaineth; Who seeketh there, The fruit so fair With great advantage gaineth. Hear what yon unjust judge doth say: "This widow's supplication I must regard, lest day by day Her coming cause vexation." His people's cry Shall God deny, Who day and night are praying? It cannot be, He'll set them free From woe, not long delaying. For when the just shed tears through care, God soon with joy relieveth, To those who broken-hearted are, Again He laughter giveth. He'll suffer woe Who will below 'Mid men be godly living; But at his side Will God abide, Him grace sufficient giving. "A moment I've forsaken thee, And left thee in temptation; With mercy great, as thou shalt see, And boundless consolation, I'll give the crown, And to the throne Of glory shall I raise thee, To joy convert Thy grief and hurt, Thou evermore shalt praise me." Ah! gracious God, ah! Father's heart! For years my consolation! Why dost Thou let me feel such smart, Pass through such tribulation? My sad heart aches, My eye awakes, And bitter tears sheds ever, My face once bright Doth lose its light, From sighing ceasing never. How long, O blessèd Lord! wilt Thou, Unmindful of me, leave me? How long shall I in grief lie low, And inward sorrow grieve me? How long wilt chide, And Thy face hide, In darkness let me languish? Say, when care's load Shall cease, my God! To wring my heart with anguish? Wilt Thou eternally repel, And show Thy goodness never? And shall Thy word and promise fail, Be put to shame for ever? Doth wrath so burn, That Thou'lt ne'er turn To me, and stand beside me? Yet, Lord, I will Cleave to Thee still, Thy hand in all can guide me. My heart amid earth's misery For Thee, O Lord! is aching; My God! I wait and hope in Thee, Let not shame me o'ertaking; Thy friend in woe Plunge, or the foe Give cause for jubilation; But, Lord, may I Rejoice, rais'd high, In glorious exaltation. Ah! Lord, Thou true and faithful art, Thy heart can ne'er disown me; Nerve me in fight to bear my part, With victory then crown me! Lay Thou on me The load, by Thee Appointed, that I bear it. When Thou the rod Dost use, my God! In measure may I share it! Thy strength, O Lord! is infinite, Thy hand hath all created, Could all again with ruin smite, Its pow'r is unabated. We sound Thy name With high acclaim, As Lord of Hosts we own Thee! In counsel right No skill nor might Can foil, nor e'er dethrone Thee. Thou who dost Israel console, Thou, Saviour, in affliction! Ah! why permittest Thou my soul To sink in sore dejection? Thou dost not rest, Thou'rt as a guest, Who'rt in the land a stranger! A hero Thou Whose courage low Sinks 'fore disgrace or danger? Nay, Lord, not such a one art Thou! My inmost heart believeth; Thou standest firm, 'mid us shines now The light that Thy word giveth. Here restest Thou, Lord, with us now; Who call upon Thee ever, At fitting hour Wilt by Thy pow'r From ev'ry woe deliver. O Lord! my lengthen'd tale is o'er, Then hear Thou my petition, Help me, who often at Thy door Have knock'd, and sought admission. Help, Helper, me! I'll joyfully Thankoff'rings lay before Thee; And when life's o'er Shall evermore In heav'n above adore Thee. 'TIS PATIENCE MUST SUPPORT YOU.--HEB. X. 35-37. 'Tis patience must support you When sorrow, grief, or smart, Or whate'er else may hurt you, Doth rend your aching heart. Belov'd and chosen seed! If not a death will kill you, Yet once again I tell you, 'Tis patience that you need. The cup of patience drinketh With nausea flesh and blood, Back from the cross it shrinketh; When threaten'd with the rod, It shuddereth with fear. 'Tis bold when nought assaileth, Heart shrinks, and courage faileth, When storms and rain are here. Why patience causeth sadness, Is that the carnal mind Unclouded joy and gladness In God aye hop'd to find, Though He hath made it clear, He chastens whom He loveth, And whom He much approveth, He much afflicteth here. God giveth patience ever, The Spirit in the breast Begetteth it whenever Within us He doth rest; The worthy, noble Guest Preserves us from despairing, And nerves for burden-bearing The heart when sore distress'd. From faith all patience springeth, On God's own word depends, To this she firmly clingeth, Herself with this defends. 'Tis her high tow'r and wall, Where she securely hideth, Where God for her provideth, Here fears she ne'er a fall. And patience trust reposeth On Jesu's death and pain; When Satan her opposeth, Here takes she heart again, And saith, "Thou Prince of hell! Thou never shalt devour me, Too high I'm lifted o'er thee, In Jesus do I dwell." Contented patience stayeth On God's decree all-wise; Although His grace delayeth, Scarce feels fatigue arise; With trust she bears her load, And joyfully endureth, This thought her heart assureth, It is the hand of God. Long, long, can patience waiting The weary time beguile, On God's word meditating Get saving good the while. With earnest fervent pray'r, Each morn and eve she guardeth Herself from ill, and wardeth Off Satan's every snare. To God's will patience boweth, Doth His command fulfil, 'Mid scorn of foes she knoweth 'Tis wisest to be still. Who will, let him despise, Unhurt by the dishonour And shame thus put upon her, Her heart doth o'er it rise. To honour patience serveth Her God, and never more From love and fealty swerveth; Although He smiteth sore, Yet doth she ever praise His holy hand, and telleth That God on high who dwelleth, Doth well in all his ways. And patience life sustaineth, Adds to our tale of years; She drives away what paineth The heart, and stills its fears. It is a beauteous light That giveth him who heedeth, And whom God's guidance leadeth, A face with joy all bright. Great joy from patience springeth, The head a noble crown, Gems for the neck she bringeth From throne of Heaven down. She wipes from weeping eyes The tears of grief and anguish; Whose souls with longing languish, With ample good supplies. My soul for patience sigheth, My heart longs eagerly, How urgently it crieth And oft is known to Thee, Of grace who hast full store! Lord, hear my supplication, Give patient resignation; I ask for nothing more. For patience the petition Shall often up to Thee, From out my low condition, Ascend, O Lord, from me. And in my dying hour, Thy mercy still extending, Oh! grant a patient ending, Then need I nothing more. WHAT PLEASETH GOD! What pleaseth God, my faithful child, Receive with joy; although the wild And wintry wind thy heart appal, Have faith, thee only can befal What pleaseth God! The will of God is aye the best, In it we can so calmly rest; Thyself to it anew resign, And only seek to have as thine What pleaseth God! God's counsel is the only wise; Soon comes to nought what men devise; Their projects fall, fall out of use, Oft mischief work, not oft produce What pleaseth God! God's mood is the most gracious mood, To all intending, doing good; He blesses, though hard words may speak The wicked world, and never seek What pleaseth God! The truest heart is God's own heart, Who bids our misery depart; Who screens and shelters, day and night, The man who makes his chief delight What pleaseth God! Ah! could I sing, as sing I would, From out my heart, and ever should, I'd ope my mouth--in Him rejoice, This moment praise with heart and voice What pleaseth God! His counsel wise would I make known, The works of wonder He hath done; His saving grace, eternal pow'r, That work producing every hour What pleaseth God. He rules above and rules below; On Him hangs all our weal and woe; He bears the world in His high hand, For us brings forth the sea and land What pleaseth God! His hands the elements restrain; His hands our mortal life sustain-- Give summer, winter, day, and night, That evermore to do delight What pleaseth God! His host, the stars, the moon, and sun, Their wonted courses ever run; Corn, oil, and must, bread, wine, and beer, The fruitful earth brings forth each year, Which pleaseth God! His understanding is all wise, He knows--they are before his eyes, Who evil think and evil do, As well as who the good pursue That pleaseth God! His little flock to Him is dear; When sinning they forsake His fear, He chastens with His Father's rod, Till they return and do the good That pleaseth God! What cheers and strengtheneth our heart He knows, and ever doth impart Whatever good each one requires, Who seeks for good and aye desires What pleaseth God! Is't so? then let the world retain What pleaseth her, and she deems gain; But thou in God delighted be, My heart! approve whate'er you see That pleaseth God! Let others then in haughty mood Rejoice in stores of earthly good; But thou the Cross with patience bear, Contented if thou hast the share That pleaseth God! Dost live in sorrow, sunk in grief, Hast much affliction--no relief? Still murmur not, for thou dost bear In this thy bitter life of care What pleaseth God! In suff'rings art thou doom'd to live? Then to thy great Protector cleave; The world and all the creatures too Are under God, can only do What pleaseth God! Doth ev'ry one despise Thy name? Do foes Thee scorn and treat with shame? Be not cast down, for Christ will raise Thy head, who seeth in thy ways What pleaseth God! Faith fastens on the Saviour's love Works patience, hope that looks above; Lock both within thy secret heart, Thou'lt have as thine eternal part What pleaseth God! Thy part is in the Heav'nly throne, There is thy sceptre, kingdom, crown; There shalt thou taste, and hear, and see, There shall for ever happen thee What pleaseth God! IN DESPONDENCY AND TEMPTATION. Look up to thy God again, Soul, sunk in affliction! Shall He be reproach'd by men Through thy sore dejection? Satan's wiles dost thou not see? By severe temptation, Gladly would he keep from thee Jesu's consolation. Shake thy head in scorn, and "flee," Bid the old deceiver-- "Wilt renew thy thrusts at me, Me to fear deliver? Serpent! bruis'd thy head I see; Through His pain hath freed me From thy grasp, my Lord, and He To His joy will lead me. "Dost thou charge my sin to me? When did God command me Judgment to require from thee? Tell me, I demand thee! Who did pow'r on thee bestow Sentence to deliver? Who thyself art sunk so low In hell's flames for ever." What I have not done aright Me with sorrow filleth, But of Jesu's blood the sight All mine anguish stilleth. He the ransom price hath paid, From the cross relieves me, When before God's throne 'tis laid, Inward joy He gives me. In Christ's innocence I boast, His right is my glory, Mine His merit, there I trust As in stronghold hoary, That the rage of every foe Evermore resisteth, Though the might of hell below It to storm assisteth. Rage then, devil, and thou, death! Ye can never hurt me; In the trials of my path Doth God's grace support me. God His only Son to me, Mov'd by love, hath given, That to endless misery I may not be driven. Cry then, foolish world! amain, That God lov'd me never, That my cherish'd hope is vain, Has deceiv'd me ever. Had God been averse to me, Would He have supported All the gifts so rich and free He to me imparted? What is there in sky or sea, What the wide earth over, What that works no good for me, Canst thou then discover? Why do star so beauteously Shine on us from Heaven? Why are, but for good to me, Air and water given? Why do clouds their streams outpour? Why do dews earth cover? Why with verdure's cover'd o'er, Why flow blessings over Hill and valley, field and wood? Truly for my pleasure, That I dwell secure, and food Have in plenteous measure. My soul on God's word most dear Feeds and liveth ever, That all Christians love to hear Daily, tiring never. Soon and late my heart in me God opes for receiving Of the Spirit's grace that He Is so freely giving. Why through holy men of old Have God's words been given? That we by their light might hold On our way to heaven, My heart's darkness to dispel, From doubt to deliver, That the conscience sure and well, Be establish'd ever. Now upon this holy ground Build I most securely, See how hell's malicious hound, Spends 'gainst me his fury. He can never overthrow What God hath upraisèd, But what Satan's hand doth do That shall be abasèd. I am God's, and mine is God, Who from Him can part me? Tho' the cross with heavy load Press on me and smart me. Let it press--the hand of love Hath the cross laid on me, He the burden will remove, When the good is done me. Children whom aright to guide Parents would endeavour, Must the father often chide, Or they'd prosper never. If I'm then a child of grace, Should I shun God ever, When He from sin's devious ways, Seeks me to deliver? Gracious are the thoughts of God, In the pain He's sending, Who here weeps beneath the rod, Reaps not woe unending, But eternal joy shall taste In Christ's garden dwelling, That he shall be there at last, Now assurance feeling. Often God's own children here Sow in tears and sadness, But at length the long'd-for year Comes of joy and gladness; For the reaping time appears, All their labours after, When are turn'd their grief and tears Into joy and laughter. Christian heart! courageously All the griefs that pain thee Cast behind thee joyfully, More and more sustain thee Let sweet consolation's light; Praise and honour give you To the God of love and might, He'll help and relieve you. BE THOU CONTENTED. Be thou contented! aye relying On thy God, who life is giving, For He hath joys soul satisfying, Wanting Him--in vain thy striving. Thy Spring is He, Thy Sun that ever Rejoiceth thee, And setteth never. Be thou contented! He lightens, comforts, and supports thee, True in heart, by guile unstainèd; When He is near nought ever hurts thee, E'en when smitten sore and painèd. Cross, need, and woe He soon averteth, O'er the last foe His pow'r asserteth. Be thou contented! How it fareth with thee and others, Truly none from Him concealeth, He ever from on high discovers Burden'd hearts, and for them feeleth. Of weeping eyes The tears He counteth, The pile of sighs 'Fore Him high mounteth. Be thou contented! When not another on earth liveth, To whom safe thou may'st confide thee, He'll faithful prove, who ne'er deceiveth, And to happiest end will guide thee. The secret grief Thy soul that boweth, And when relief To give, He knoweth. Be thou contented! The sighing of thy soul He ever, And thy heart's deep plaint is hearing; What to another thou wouldst never Tell, reveal to God, ne'er fearing. He is not far, But standeth near thee, Who poor men's pray'r Marks, soon will hear thee. Be thou contented! To God cleave, He'll salvation show thee, Let not anguish then depress thee; Although devouring floods o'erflow thee, Rise above it, He will bless thee. When 'neath the load Thy back low bendeth, Thy Prince and God Soon succour sendeth. Be thou contented! Why for thy life should care so grieve thee, How to nourish and sustain it? Thy God, who ever life doth give thee, Will provide for and maintain it. He hath a hand With gifts o'erflowing, On sea and land For aye bestowing. Be thou contented! Who for the forest songsters careth, To their daily portion leads them, For sheep and ox enough prepareth, Slakes their thirst, with plenty feeds them; He'll care for thee, Thee, lone one! filling, So bounteously Thy hunger stilling. Be thou contented! Say not, the means nowhere appeareth, Where I seek, my effort faileth; God this high name of honour beareth, Helper, when no help availeth! When thou and I Fail to discover Him, speedily He'll us recover. Be thou contented! Although away thy help is staying, He will not for ever leave thee; Tho' anxious makes thee His delaying, 'Tis for thy greater good, believe me. What on the way To come ne'er hasteth, Doth longer stay, And sweeter tasteth. Be thou contented! Though 'gainst thee hosts of foes are scheming, Let not all their lies affright thee; Still let them rage against thee, deeming God will hear it and will right thee. Doth God support Thee and thine ever? The foe can hurt Or ruin never. Be thou contented! To each his share of ill is given, Would he only see and know it; No course on earth so fair and even, That no trouble lurks below it. Who can declare, "My house was ever All free from care, And troubled never?" Be thou contented! So must it be, in vain our grieving, All men here must suffer ever, Whate'er upon the earth is living, Evil days avoideth never. Affliction's blow Doth oft depress us, And lays us low, And death then frees us. Be thou contented! A day will dawn of rest and blessing, When our God will come and save us From the vile body's bands depressing, And the evils that enslave us. Death soon will come, From woe deliver, And take us home Then all together. Be thou contented! He'll bring us to the hosts in glory, To the chosen and true-hearted, Who when they clos'd this life's sad story, Hence in peace to joy departed, And on the shore, The ever-vernal, Hear evermore, The voice eternal. Be thou contented! A SONG OF CHRISTIAN CONSOLATION AND JOY. Is God for me? t'oppose me A thousand may uprise; When I to pray'r arouse me, He'll chase mine enemies. And doth the Head befriend me, Am I belov'd by God? Let foes then rise to rend me, The wild opposing brood! I know--from faith none moves me, I boast--nor feel I shame, That God as father loves me, In Him, a friend I claim. Whene'er the tempest rageth, At my right hand is He, Its violence assuageth, And peace restores to me. My faith securely buildeth On Jesus, and His blood; This, and this only, yieldeth The true eternal good. The life that my soul liveth, Finds nothing on the earth; What Christ the Saviour giveth Of all our love is worth. My Jesus is my Glory, My Splendour, and clear Light, Liv'd He not in and for me, Before God's eye so bright, And 'fore His pure throne never Could I a moment stay, Must quickly flee for ever, As wax 'fore fire away. My Jesus death subdueth, My sin remitteth quite, He washeth aad reneweth, The crimson maketh white. I joy in Him, can ever A hero's courage feel, And judgment fear dare never, As though uncleansèd still. Nought, nought, can e'er condemn me, My courage take away; Hell's flames can ne'er o'erwhelm me, For me they're quench'd for aye. No sentence e'er can move me, No evil e'er deject, My Saviour who doth love me, Doth with His wings protect. His Spirit in me dwelleth, And ruleth every pow'r, All pain and sorrow stilleth, Dispels all clouds that low'r. What He in me implanteth, He blesseth every hour, Help to say "Father" granteth, With every ransom'd pow'r. When heart with terror breaketh, And weak and worn I feel, Words whispers He and speaketh That are unspeakable; My mouth can frame them never, To God they are well known, Who what delights Him ever Discovers in His own. His Spirit mine relieveth With words of comfort blest, Shows how God succour giveth To all who seek His rest; And how a new and golden Fair city rear'd hath He, Which here from sight withholden, My joyful eyes shall see. My mansion's there so splendid, Prepar'd in yonder land; Though when my course is ended, I fall--Heav'n still doth stand. Though care here often saddens And causeth tears to flow, My Jesu's light oft gladdens And sweetens every woe. Whoe'er to Jesus bindeth Himself, doth Satan hate, He's troubled much and findeth His burden sore and great; To suffer scarce is able, Disgrace and scorn he meets, The cross and every trouble As daily bread he eats. My mind this clear perceiveth, Yet am I undismay'd; To Thee my heart aye cleaveth, On Thee shall cares be laid. Though life and limb it cost me And everything I have, Unshaken shall I trust Thee, Thee never shall I leave. The world may ruin shiver, Thou liv'st eternally, Nor sword nor flame shall ever Divide 'twixt Thee and me. No thirst nor gnawing hunger, No pain nor poverty, Nor mighty prince's anger Shall ever hinder me. No angel, nought that gladdens, No throne nor majesty, No love nor aught that saddens, No grief nor misery, Nor aught that man discovers, Be it small or great, From Thee, my heav'nly Lover's Embrace can separate. My heart with joy is springing, And sad I cannot be, 'Tis full of joy and singing, The sunshine doth it see. The Sun that looks with pleasure On me is Christ my King; The glory beyond measure That waits me, makes me sing. A SONG OF CHRISTIAN JOY. Why should sorrow ever grieve me? Christ is near, What can here E'er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God's Son, As mine own, To my faith hath given? Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me, When I go From earth's woe, And my breath forsake me. Nought--not e'en the life I'm living, Is mine own, God alone All to me is giving. Must I then His own restore Him? Though bereft Of each gift Still shall I adore Him. Though a heavy cross I'm bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God can help me, who doth send it, He doth know All my woe And how best to end it. God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons too of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt, Me desert Wholly can He never, Though united world and devil, All their pow'r Can no more Do than mock and cavil. Let derision now employ them, Christ e'en here Will appear And 'fore all destroy them. True believers shrinking never, Where they dwell Should reveal Their true colours ever. When approaching death would scare them, Still should they Patient stay And with courage bear them. Death can never kill us even, But relief From all grief To us then is given. It doth close life's mournful story, Make a way That we may Pass to heav'nly glory. There I'll reap enduring pleasure, After woe Here below Suffer'd in large measure. Lasting good we find here never, All the earth Deemeth worth Vanisheth for ever. What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Fall of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that pall me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy for ever. Shepherd! Lord! joy's fountain ever, Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am Thine, because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. Thou'rt mine, for I love and own Thee, Ne'er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me soon behold Thee Face to face, Thy embrace May it soon enfold me! CHRISTIAN DEVOTION TO GOD'S WILL. I into God's own heart and mind My heart and mind deliver, What evil seems, a gain I find, E'en death is life for ever. I am His son, Who spread the throne Of heaven high above me. Tho' I bend low Beneath His blow, Yet still His heart doth love me. He ne'er can prove untrue to me, My Father aye must love me, And tho' He cast me in the sea, He only thus would prove me; In what He good Doth count, He would My heart establish ever. And if I stand, His mighty hand Will raise me, and deliver. Vain had my own pow'r ever been, To have adorn'd or made me; In soul and body God is seen, He form'd and He array'd me, Plac'd mind and wit On the soul's seat, And flesh and bones did give me. Who thus so free Supplieth me Can ne'er mean to deceive me. Say, where a place to lay my head, On earth had I attainèd? Long since had I been cold and dead Had God not me sustainèd With His strong arm, That ever warm, And glad and healthy maketh. Whom He gives joy May praise employ, What He leaves, falls and breaketh. Wisdom and understanding true In Him are ever dwelling; Time, place, to leave undone or do, He knoweth, never failing. He ever knows When joys, when woes, Are best for those He loveth. What He doth here-- Tho' it appear Ill--to be good aye proveth. Thou think'st indeed, if thou hast not What flesh and blood is yearning To have, that trial mars thy lot, Thy light to darkness turning. Of toil and care Thou hast large share, Ere thou thy wish attainest, And dost not see Whatever thee Befals, thereby thou gainest. In truth, He who created thee, His glory in thee showing, Hath long ago in His decree Determin'd--all foreknowing-- What good for thee And thine will be, In faithfulness he'll give it. Curb thou thy will, Wait! be thou still, To His good pleasure leave it. Whate'er to send, seems good to God, 'Twill be at last refreshing, Altho' thou call'st it cross and load 'Tis fraught with richest blessing. Wait patiently, His grace to thee He'll speedily discover. All grief and fear Shall disappear Like mist the hills spread over. The field, unless the storm rage high, Its ripe fruits yieldeth never, So men were ruin'd utterly If all were prosp'rous ever. Though health it gives, And thus relieves, The bitter aloe paineth; So must the heart With anguish smart, Ere it to health attaineth. My God! my God! into Thy hand I joyfully now yield me, Keep me, a stranger in the land, E'en to the end, Lord! shield me. Deal with me now As well dost know, That I may profit by it; Then more and more Thy glorious pow'r, Lord! show, and magnify it. Wilt cause Thy sun on me to shine, With pleasure, Lord, I'll share it; Should trial or mischance be mine, Then patiently I'll bear it. Of life the door Should it before Me open here stand ever, Where Thou lead'st me, I'll joyfully Go with Thee, shrinking never. Should I along the path of death, Through the dark vale be treading, 'Tis well, 'tis the appointed path, E'en there Thine eyes are leading. My Shepherd! Thou Art all below To such an issue bringing, That I to Thee, Eternally, Shall songs of praise be singing. COMMIT THY WAY UNTO THE LORD, TRUST ALSO IN HIM, AND HE SHALL BRING IT TO PASS.--PSALM XXXVII. 5. Commit whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays. Who freest courses maketh For clouds, and air, and wind, And care who ever taketh A path for thee to find. The Lord thou must repose on If thou wouldst prosper sure, His work must ever gaze on If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not mov'd to giving; By pray'r must thou obtain. Thy grace that ever floweth, O Father! what is good, Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good, doth into being, O mighty Prince, arise! For means it fails Thee never, Thou always find'st a way, Thy doing's blessing ever, Thy path like brightest day. Thy work can no one hinder, Thy labour cannot rest, If Thou design'st Thy tender Children should be bless'd. Though all the powers of evil Should rise up to resist, Without a doubt or cavil God never will desist; His undertakings ever At length He carries through; What He designs He never Can fail at all to do. Hope on, thou heart, grief-riven, Hope, and courageous be, Where anguish thee hath driven, Thou shalt deliv'rance see. God, from thy pit of sadness Shall raise thee graciously; Wait, and the sun of gladness Thine eyes shall early see. Up! up! to pain and anguish A long good night now say; Drive all that makes thee languish In grief and woe away. Thine 'tis not to endeavour The ruler's part to play, God sits as ruler ever, Guides all things well each day. Let Him alone--and tarry He is a Prince all wise, He shall Himself so carry, 'Twill strange seem in thine eyes, When He as Him beseemeth, In wonderful decree, Shall as Himself good deemeth, O'errule what grieveth thee. He may awhile still staying His comforts keep from thee, And on His part delaying, Seem to have utterly Forgotten and forsaken And put thee out of mind, Though thou'rt by grief o'ertaken, No time for thee to find. But if thou never shrinkest, And true dost still remain, He'll come when least thou thinkest, And set thee free again, Thee from the load deliver, That burdeneth thy heart, That thou hast carried never For any evil part. Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway, Who honour's crown obtainest, That never fades away. God in thy hand will give thee, One day, the glorious palm; Who ne'er in grief did leave thee, To Him thou'lt sing thy psalm. O Lord no longer lengthen Our time of misery, Our hands and feet now strengthen, And until death may we By Thee be watched and car'd for, In faithfulness and love, So come we where prepar'd for Us is our bless'd abode. SONG OF CONSOLATION. Thou must not altogether be O'ercome by sad vexation, God soon will cause to shine on thee The light of consolation. In patience wait, and be thou still, And let the Lord do what He will, He never can do evil. Is this the first time we have known And tasted sore affliction? What have we had but grief alone On earth, and sore dejection? We've had an ample share of grief, Yet God hath sometimes sent relief, A respite brief of gladness. Not so doth God our Father mean, When His afflictions grieve us, That no more shall His face be seen That He'll for ever leave us; His purposes quite other are, That those who from Him wander far By trial be recover'd. It is our nature's evil mood That when in joys we're living, We then forsake our highest good, Ourselves to license giving. We earthly are, and deem more worth The things and pleasures of the earth, Than all that dwells in heaven. God therefore all our joys doth blight, Lets trials overtake us, Takes that wherein our hearts delight, Look up to Him to make us, That to His goodness and His pow'r, That we've neglected heretofore, We may return as children. When we return to Him again He graciously receives us, To joy He turns our every pain, To laughter turns what grieves us; To Him it is a simple art, He soon doth help to him impart Whom He with love embraceth. Afflicted band! oh, fall ye now With contrite hearts before Him, Tell Him that ye in homage bow To His great name; implore Him In grace your sins to take away, The load He on your backs did lay To bear, your wounds to bind up. Grace always before right must go, And wrath to love yield ever; His merest mercy, when we low Are lying, must deliver. His hand it is upholds us all, If we let go, then break and fall Must all our work to pieces. On God's love must thou ever stay, Nor let aught overthrow thee, E'en when the heav'ns shall pass away And earth shall crash below thee: God promiseth His grace to thee, His word is clear, who fearlessly Trusts it, is ne'er deceivèd. So darest thou His pow'r so great Ne'er doubt a moment even, Who is it that doth all create,-- By whom all gifts are given? God doth it, and His counsel wise Can ever ways and means devise, When every man despaireth. Seems help impossible to thee? This should'st thou know however, God by our narrow thoughts can be Hemm'd and confinèd never, This ne'er to us alloweth He; He everywhere,--His arm is free,-- Doth more than we can fathom. What is His wide dominion fair? 'Tis full of varied wonder; He helpeth us when dark despair We helplessly sink under, To His great name this is the praise, If thou wilt see His holy place, Thou must ascribe for ever. THE 13TH PSALM OF DAVID. How long, Lord, in forgetfulness And darkness wilt Thou leave me? How long will sorrow on me press And deep heart-anguish grieve me? Wilt Thou Thy face, Lord, utterly Turn from me? wilt ne'er look on me In grace and in compassion? How long shall I, thy stricken child, Bereft of soul-rest languish? How long shall storm and wind so wild, Fill heart with fear and anguish? How long shall my proud enemy, Who only meaneth ill to me, Exult o'er me in triumph? Ah! look on me, my Shield and Lord! Down from Thy holy heaven, And hear now my complaining word, My pray'r from heart grief-riven. Give to mine eyes, Lord, pow'r and might, And do not let death's gloomy night So speedily o'ertake me. For then, Lord, ev'ry enemy Would never cease to glory, And were I prostrate utterly, Would ever triumph o'er me. "There lieth he," they'd cry in joy, "Who caus'd us evermore annoy, He's prostrate and ne'er riseth." I know them, and I know fall well The wickedness they're planning, Their hearts with ev'ry evil swell, No good them e'er restraining. But Thou, the faithful One, Lord, art, And those who choose Thee for their part, Thou nevermore forsakest. My soul doth calmly trust in Thee, Thou true to me remainest, Of malice and of subtlety The course, with pow'r restrainest. This makes my heart with joy o'erflow, That willingly dost Thou bestow Salvation on the trusting. O Lord! for aye I'll trust in Thee, Thou'rt my sole joy for ever; Thou doest well, protectest me, From sorrow dost deliver. And therefore I my whole life long, Will sing Thee oft a gladsome song Of praise and of thanksgiving. Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving. IN GRATEFUL SONGS. In grateful songs your voices raise, All people here below, To Him whom angels ever praise, In heav'n His glory show. With gladsome songs now fill the air To God our chiefest Joy, Who worketh wonders ev'rywhere, Whose hands great things employ; Who from the womb to latest years Upholds the life He gave; Who when no help from man appears Himself appears to save; Who though our way His heart oft grieves, Maintains a gracious mood, Remits the pains, the sin forgives, And doth us nought but good. Oh, may He give a joyous heart, The mind from sorrow keep, And cast all care, fear, grief, and smart Into the ocean deep. And may His blessing ever rest On Israel's favour'd head; May all we do by Him be bless'd, May His salvation spread. May love and goodness toward us flow, In bounteous streams each day, And every anxious care we know, Be chas'd by Him away. As long as beats each throbbing heart, Our Saviour may He be, Our portion when from earth we part, To all eternity. When sinks the heart, when strength decays, By Him our eyes be press'd, Then may we see His open face, In everlasting rest. SHALL I NOT MY GOD BE PRAISING? Shall I not my God be praising, And in Him not joyful be? For in all His works amazing, See I not His care for me? Is it not pure love that filleth, And His faithful heart o'erflows, When He ever cares for those, Who do only what He willeth? All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. As its brood the eagle over, Ever more its wings doth spread. So the Highest aye doth cover With His arms of pow'r my head. In the womb e'en of my mother, When to me He being gave, E'en the life that now I have, Was He then my shield and cover. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. Not too great a gift He even Deem'd His only Son to be; Him to death hath freely given, Me from fear of hell to free. Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing, How could e'er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. And the Holy Ghost to guide me, Noble Leader! He hath giv'n, That He through the world may lead me, Onward to the gate of heav'n. That my heart He may be filling With th' unclouded light of faith, That can break the pow'r of death, And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. For my soul's well-being ever Full provision doth He make, And in ev'ry need deliver, For the body care doth take. When my pow'r, my best endeavour Cometh to extremity, Then my God appears to me, With His might comes to deliver. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. All the things in earth and heaven, E'en where'er I turn my eye, For my benefit are given, That they may my need supply. All that's living, all that's growing, On the hills or in the woods, In the vales or 'neath the floods, God is for my good bestowing. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. When I sleep, His eye is waking, When I wake, He strength'neth me, Each new morn fresh courage taking, I new love and goodness see. Had my God existed never, Had His face not guided me, From such ills so frequently, None could have deliver'd ever. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. 'Gainst me many is the weapon, Forg'd by Satan's enmity, But no real hurt can happen, None hath yet befallen me. God's own angel whom He sendeth, Wardeth off each deadly blow Aim'd by the untiring foe, Who our ruin thus intendeth. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. As a father ne'er withdraweth From his child his love away, Though he often evil doeth, And from wisdom's paths doth stray. So God's heart towards me moveth, All my sins forgiveth He, Not in vengeance smiteth me, As a Father He reproveth. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. Ev'ry blow His hand inflicteth, Though the heart with pain it rend, When my heart aright reflecteth, Is a token that my Friend Thinks on me, and tow'rds me yearneth, Me from this ill world would free, That has so entangled me, By the cross to Him me turneth. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. This I know full well, and never Let it from my mind depart, Christ's cross hath its limit ever, And at length must cease to smart. When the winter snows are over Lovely summer will appear, Who can hope, from ev'ry fear, And from pain, shall they recover. All things run their course below, God's love doth for ever flow. In God's love there is no ending, Ne'er a limit find I there, So my hands to Thee extending, As Thy child, I raise my pray'r. Father! deign Thy grace to give me, That I may with all my might Thee embrace both day and night, All my life may never leave thee, And when life is o'er with me, Love and praise eternally. PROTECTION OF GOD IN HITHERTO DANGEROUS TIMES OF WAR. How heavy is the burden made That Thou upon our backs hast laid, O God! the Lord of Hosts, O God, whose anger rises high 'Gainst workers of iniquity. The burden is the cruel tide Of war, that earth with blood has dyed, And fill'd with bitter tears. It is a fire that rages high 'Neath suns of almost every sky. The burden's great and hard to bear, But Thy strong arm and Father's care Are not to us unknown. Thou punishest, but 'mid the woe Thou love and friendliness dost show. But true to Thee must we abide, For ne'er from us dost Thou quite hide Thy saving health and light. How many hast Thou given o'er, We've oft been shielded by Thy pow'r. In many a sad and weary hour, When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'r Above our anxious heads, Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty hand Upholdeth sky and sea and land. How often, Lord, by day and night, Our enemies with craft and might Have threaten'd us, Thy flock! But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near, Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear. Our brethren are compell'd to roam, Are driven forth from house and home, While we, Lord, still enjoy Each one his seat beneath the shade By his own vine and fig-tree made. Behold! my heart, on every hand The towns and fields of many a land Are doom'd to ruin sure, The homes of men are overthrown, The houses of our God cast down. But rest and order still remain With us, and we can still maintain The worship of our God. God's mind from out His holy word 'Mongst us is daily taught and heard. Whoever this doth not perceive, But to the winds such thoughts doth give, Who in such blessèd light No grace, no love, no goodness find, How dark, thrice darken'd is their mind! O gracious God! preserve us free For aye from such stupidity; Lord, give us gratitude, That songs of praise in sweetest tone We may present before Thy throne. To nought we've done, or e'er can do, To Thee--to Thee alone is due The praise, O fount of love! We've earned destruction from Thy face, Thou deal'st with us in love and grace. Oh! may we meditate Thy grace, Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise, And give angelic zeal, That every throbbing pulse may be A note of praise, O Lord! to Thee. But let the tide of woe recede, Restore to us our joy, we plead, May peace to us return. How many in this vale of tears Have never witness'd peaceful years! Are we unworthy? then with Thee We plead for helpless infancy, Who wrong have never done. Shall cradled infants feel the stroke, Shall they endure the heavy yoke? Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart! What heavy sighs, what bitter smart, From our sad hearts are wrung! No stone, our Saviour God art Thou, How canst Thou so afflict us now? How grievous are our wounds and sore, They stink and fester more and more, But Thou canst heal them all. Pour in the oil of grace, that whole Can make the body and the soul. This wilt Thou do, we certainly Believe, although we nowhere see The means in all the world. But Thou in our extremity Dost find Thine opportunity. THANKSGIVING FOR THE DECLARATION OF PEACE. Praise God! for forth hath sounded The noble word of joy and peace, There's rest where strife abounded, The sword and spear their murders cease. Up! up! again, and bring ye Now forth the sounding lyre, O Germany! and sing ye In full and noble choir, Your hearts and minds now raise ye And thank the Lord, and say, "Thy grace and goodness praise we For they endure for aye!" 'Twere just if God were driving Us in dire wrath from 'fore His face, For with us still are thriving The thorns of sin that grow apace. In deed and truth we feel it-- His rod of chastisement! But say whoe'er can tell it-- Who are they who repent? We're only evil ever, God's true continually, He helpeth to deliver From war and misery. With grateful hearts o'erflowing We greet thee, noble gift of peace! Where'er thou dwell'st, now knowing How richly thou dost ever bless. God to thy keeping giveth Our good and happiness, Who woundeth thee and grieveth, In his own heart doth press Grief's arrow, and in madness He quencheth in the land The golden light of gladness With suicidal hand. What could this lesson ever Grave on our hearts so solemnly, As forts laid low for ever, And towns that now in ruins lie: As fair and fertile meadows That wav'd with golden grain, Now wrapt in forest shadows And run to waste again. As graves full of the buried, Who fell in the dread hour Of battle in ranks serried, Whose like we'll see no more. O man! be now afflicted, And let thy tears in torrents flow, With countenance dejected To ponder to thy closet go; What heretofore hath given Thy God, didst thou deride, Thy Father who's in Heaven Now turn'd hath to thy side. From fury and from pressing He turneth for thy good, As if by love and blessing Constrain thy heart He would. Awake thee! now awake thee! Thou hard, cold world awaken'd be; Ere doom's dread hour o'ertake thee, By thee unlook'd for, suddenly. Ye for the Saviour living! Unshaken be your mood, The peace He now is giving Can only bring us good. This lesson He is giving, The end of all is nigh, Thou shalt with Him be living In peace eternally. O LORD! I SING WITH MOUTH AND HEART. O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart, Joy of my soul! to Thee To earth Thy knowledge I impart, As it is known to me. Thou art the Fount of grace, I know, And Spring aye fall and free, Whence saving health and goodness flow Each day so bounteously. What have we here or what are we, Of good what can earth give, That we do not alone from Thee, Our Father, aye receive? The tent-like firmament who builds, Who spreads th' expanse of blue, Who sends to fertilize our fields Refreshing rain and dew? Who warmeth us in cold and frost, Who shields us from the wind, Who orders it that wine and must We in their season find? Who is it life and health bestows, Who keeps us with His hand In golden peace, wards off war's woes, From our dear native land? The work is Thine, my God! my Lord! And Thine must ever be; Before our door Thou keepest guard, In rest we're kept by Thee. Thou feedest us from year to year, And constant dost abide; When danger fills our hearts with fear, With help art at our side. With patience dost Thou ever chide, Nor long Thine anger keep, But castest all our sins aside Into the ocean deep. Whene'er our burden'd hearts we raise To Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd; The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise, And our sad hearts are eas'd. Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weep And what their sorrows are, Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep, However small they are. Our deepest needs dost Thou supply, Thou giv'st what lasts for aye, Thou lead'st us to our home on high, When hence we pass away. Awake! my heart, awake and sing, And joyous be thy mood, Thy God who maketh everything Is, and abides thy good-- Thy treasure and inheritance! Thy glory and delight! Thy saving health and sure defence! He keeps and guides thee right. Why do thy cares both night and day Grieve thee so bitterly? Upon thy God thy burden lay, Who gave thy life to thee. Hath He not all the weary way From youth till now thee led, Oft chas'd misfortune's clouds away That gather'd o'er thy head? In all His rule no oversight Can happen, no mistakes; Whate'er He does or leaves is right, A happy issue takes. Let Him work who doth all things well, Nor with Him interfere, And so thou shalt in glory dwell, And peace enjoy while here. TO GOD ALONE BE GLORY. How can it be, my highest Light! That as before Thy face so bright All things must pale and vanish, That my poor feeble flesh and blood Can summon a courageous mood To meet Thee, and fear banish? But dust and ashes what am I? My body what but grass so dry? What good the life I'm living? What can I with my utmost pow'r? What have I, Lord! from hour to hour But what Thyself art giving? I am a poor and feeble worm, A straw, the lightest passing storm Could drive away before it. When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay, Dost on me e'er so lightly lay, I know not how t' endure it. Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He Who art all--all belongs to Thee, And live and move I ever In Thee--if Thou me terrifi'st, No store of grace to help suppli'st I can recover never. I am unjust, but true Thy heart, I evil am--Thou holy art, This thought should shame be giving, That I in such an evil stand, Should from Thy mild paternal hand, The least good be receiving. Nought else but ill from infancy Up e'en till now I've done to Thee, In sin was I begotten; And didst Thou not in faithfulness My sin remit, and me release, Lost were I and forgotten. Let boasting then be far from me, What is Thy due I render Thee, To Thee alone be glory! O Christ! may while I live below My spirit, and what thence may flow, With reverence adore Thee. And if aught hath been done by me That is well done, it came from Thee, My pow'r could do it never. Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring, All my life long Thy praise I'll sing, And tell Thy glory ever. SONG OF THANKSGIVING AFTER GREAT SORROW AND AFFLICTION. After clouds we see the sun, Joy we feel when grief is gone, After bitter pain and sore Cometh consolation's hour. Then my soul that sank before, Even down to hell's dark door, To the heav'nly choir doth soar. He 'fore whom the world shall flee, In my spirit comforts me, With His high and mighty hand, Tears me from the hellish band. With the love to me He shows, Swells my heart and overflows, And my blood with rapture glows. Did I e'er 'neath sorrow bend? Did my heart grief ever rend? Have I e'er been vexèd sore? Satan e'er fool'd me before? Aye--but henceforth am I free, Faithfully thou shieldest me, My salvation comes from Thee! What thou mean'st, my bitter foe! By thy deeds tow'rds me I know; Truly thou with all thy pow'r Seek'st me ever to devour. Had I too much trusted thee, Then had'st thou, ere I could see, In thy snares entangled me. All the guile I know full well That in thy bad heart doth dwell; Thou my God malign'st to me, Turn'st His praise to obloquy; Speaketh out His loving heart, Keeps He silence on His part, All He doth dost thou pervert. If I hope and look for good, If I'm in a joyous mood, From my mind thou driv'st away Every good thought--and dost say: "God doth far from thee abide, Riseth high misfortune's tide Round thee now on every side." Hence depart! thou lying mouth, Here is God's own ground in truth, For the face of God is here, And the beauteous light and clear Of His favour, here doth rise, All His word and counsel wise, Op'd are now before mine eyes. God lets none in sadness stay, He with shame drives none away, Who themselves up to Him give, With the whole heart to Him cleave, Who their cares on Him aye cast, And hope in Him--joy at last, For the soul and body taste. Though it comes not as we will, Just to-day--yet be thou still, For perchance to-morrow may Be the bright and joyous day. God's time comes with measur'd step, When it comes His word He'll keep And joy's harvest we shall reap. Ah! how often did I think, As my feet began to sink 'Neath the heavy load of care, In the mire of blank despair, Now there is no hope for me, Rest for me there cannot be Till I enter death's dark sea. But my God put forth His pow'r To avert and to restore, That I ne'er enough can tell What His arm hath done so well; When no path I could descry, When no help to guide was nigh, Help God sent me from on high. When I timid and perplex'd Often have my spirit vex'd, Sleepless toss'd thro' all the night, Sick at heart when dawn'd the light, When heart fail'd me utterly, Hast Thou then appear'd to me, Turning my captivity. Now as long as here I roam, Have on earth a house and home, 'Fore mine eyes continually Shall this thing of wonder be. All my life long shall I bring Offerings of thanks, and sing Songs of praise to God my King. Every grief and every smart, By th'eternal Father's heart Ever yet appointed me, Or that may hereafter be Chosen for me, all my days From His gracious hand always, I'll receive with joy and praise. I will tread woe's bitter path, I will onward go to death, I into the grave will go, Still my heart with joy shall glow. Whom the Highest will raise high, Whom th' Almighty standeth nigh, Ne'er can perish utterly. THE 23RD PSALM OF DAVID. The Lord, the earth who ruleth, And with His hand controlleth, Whose goodness never endeth, He watcheth me and tendeth. As long as He is near me With every gift He'll cheer me, Of fulness overflowing The riches aye bestowing. By pastures green He leads me, With gladness there He feeds me, From purest springs revives me, In need He counsel gives me. And when the soul is fearful Through grievous thoughts and careful, He comfort giveth ever And knows how to deliver. My steps aright He leadeth, And what to do me guideth, And for His name's sake glorious O'er fear makes me victorious. Though often left to ponder, While in dark vales I wander, No evil fear I ever, Distress o'ertakes me never. Thou standest still beside me, From wicked men dost hide me, Thy rod and staff protect me, And no fear can deject me. My table Thou preparest, For my refreshment carest, When foes are plotting round me, And seek to pain and wound me. My head with oil anointest, My empty soul appointest Of every good and pleasure A full o'erflowing measure. The goodness Thou bestowest, The mercy that Thou showest, Till life itself forsake me, Shall glad and joyful make me. Thy service will I never Forsake, but praise Thee ever, In Thy house where Thou livest, Reward to goodness givest. As long as life is given On earth here, and in heaven Where I shall stand before Thee, I'll evermore adore Thee! Morning and Evening Songs. MORNING BLESSING. The golden morning, Joy her adorning, With splendour near us Draweth, to cheer us With her heart-refreshing and lovely light. My head and members Lay wrapt all in slumbers, But now awaking, And sleep from me shaking, Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight. Mine eye beholdeth What God upholdeth, Made for His glory, To tell the story To us of His power and might so great, And where the Father The faithful shall gather In peace, whenever Earth's lies they shall sever And leave this mortal and perishing state. Come ye with singing, To God be bringing Goods and each blessing-- All we're possessing-- All be to God as an offering brought. Hearts with love glowing, With praises o'erflowing, Thanksgiving voices, In these God rejoices, All other off'rings without them are nought. To morn and even His thoughts are given, Increase He giveth, Sorrow relieveth, These are the works that He doeth alone. When we are sleeping Watch is He aye keeping, When we're awaking Care still of us taking, He makes the light of His grace to shine down. My thoughts I've raisèd To Thee who'rt praisèd For aye in Heaven! Success be given, May all my endeavours unhinder'd be! From ev'ry evil And work of the devil, All malice ever, Oh do Thou deliver! In all Thy precepts establish Thou me! May't pleasure give me, May no pain grieve me To see flow over The cup my brother Or neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free. Covetous burning And unchristian yearning For ill possessions, Blot out such transgressions, Cast them, O Father! all into the sea! The life we're living What is it giving? Ere any thinketh To ground it sinketh, Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow. All things together Dread ruin must shiver, The earth and heaven They must perish even, Wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow! All--all decayeth, But God still stayeth, His thoughts they waver A moment never, His word and will both eternally 'dure. His grace and favour Uninjur'd are ever, Deadly wounds healing, The heart with peace filling, Health here and yonder to us they ensure. My God for ever Do Thou deliver! Shield me, and cover My debts all over, In grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away. Govern and guide me, Be ever beside me, As it is pleasing To Thee! am I placing All in Thy hand and disposal for aye. Wilt Thou give ever To me whatever My life is needing? May I be heeding Ever the faithful word spoken by Thee. God is the highest, The greatest, the nighest, Gracious is ever, Is changeable never, Of all our treasures the noblest is He. Wilt Thou then grieve me, Gall to drink give me? Must I be passing Through cares harassing? Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee. Whate'er supporteth, Is useful or hurteth, Thou knowest ever, And chastenest never Too much, in case we o'erburden'd should be. Trial God sendeth, Speedily endeth The storms of ocean, The wind's commotion Lightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright. Fulness of pleasure, And glorious leisure, Will then be given To me in yon Heaven Whither my thoughts aye to turn take delight. AWAKE, MY HEART! Awake, my heart! be singing, Praise to thy Maker bringing, Of every good the Giver, Who men protecteth ever. As shades of night spread over Earth as a pall did cover, Then Satan sought to have me, But God was near to save me. When Satan would devour me, Thou, Father! spreadest o'er me Thy wing, Thou me embraced'st, All fear away Thou chased'st. Thou said'st "Lie still, I'm near thee; In spite of him who'd tear thee, Sleep, child! let nought affright thee, The sunlight shall delight thee." Thou truly, Lord! hast told it, The light--mine eyes behold it, From dangers hast releas'd me, Thou hast renew'd and bless'd me. Thou sacrifice would'st ever, My gifts I bring Thee hither, The offerings I'm bringing My pray'rs are and my singing. Such Thou disdainest never, The heart Thou can'st search ever, Thou know'st none can deceive Thee No better can I give Thee. Thou wilt, O Lord! be ending Thy work in me, and sending Who in his hands will take me, To-day his care will make me. May I in all I'm doing Wise courses be pursuing, Beginning, middle, ending, May all to bliss be tending. Thy blessings richly give me, My heart would now receive Thee, Thy word as food be given To me till I reach Heaven. PRAISE YE JEHOVAH! Praise ye Jehovah, All ye men who fear Him! Let us with gladness to His name be singing, Be thanks and praises to His altar bringing. Praise ye Jehovah! The life we're living Who is ever giving; Care all the night who like a father taketh, And who with gladness us from sleep awaketh. Praise ye Jehovah! That we enjoy them, And can still employ them, Our mind and senses and our every member, Thanks do we owe for this let us remember. Praise ye Jehovah! By flames o'erpowering, Us and ours devouring, From house and homestead that we've not been driven We owe it to the care of God in Heaven. Praise ye Jehovah! That no thief, breaking Through our doors and taking Our property, and us assaulting hurt us, Is that He sent His angels to support us. Praise ye Jehovah! Oh, faithful Saviour! Fount of every favour! Ah! let Thy kindness and protection hover, By day and night our life at all times over. Praise ye Jehovah! Deign, Lord, to hear us, And to-day be near us! Supported by Thy grace, may nought e'er hinder Our progress; and, in need, help speedy render. Praise ye Jehovah! Our will subduing, Make us Thine be doing, Teach us to labour faithfully; whenever Beneath the load we're sinking, then deliver. Praise ye Jehovah! Do Thou direct us When Thou dost afflict us, That we may never mock; but be preparing Before Thy throne hereafter for appearing. Praise ye Jehovah! And all true-hearted Who're by grace converted Wilt Thou, Lord, come for, and by grace be bringing Where all Thine angels evermore are singing, Praise ye Jehovah! EVENING BLESSING. The daylight disappeareth, It fleeth, and night neareth, Its gloom is spreading o'er us, With slumber to o'erpower us And all the wearied earth. The working day now endeth, My heart to Thee ascendeth, For toil and rest who'st given The morning and the even,-- In praise my heart bursts forth. Break forth, my heart, in singing, Praise to thy Maker bringing, Who soul and body giveth, More good than heart conceiveth, Or tongue can ever tell; No moment passeth over That doth not much discover Of goodness overflowing, He's aye on us bestowing, Each hour doth show it well. Just as the shepherd's treasure, The sheep in boundless pleasure O'er greenest pastures wander, Their guardian's guidance under, With free and fearless mind, Themselves with flowers filling, Their thirst at fresh springs stilling, So me to-day hath guided, With every good provided, My Shepherd, good and kind. God hath not me forsaken, Though I sin's course have taken, Not fearing e'er to leave Him, By waywardness to grieve Him, And wound His Father-heart. Let, Father, Thy zeal never Burn 'gainst me, nor me sever From Thee and from Thy blessing; My doing and transgressing Awake regret and smart. Oh! hear me, Father, praying, My waywardness and straying From Thee, my evil doing, Into the ocean throwing, Forgive eternally. But may Thine angels hover Round me, and be my cover, All evil from me keeping; With Thee will I be sleeping, I'll rise again with Thee. Now may mine eyelids closing Be peacefully reposing, All free from care and sorrow, Till on the golden morrow I joyfully awake. Thy wings shall shield me ever, The enemy shall never Thy flock and me endanger, Whom day and night in anger His prey he seeks to make. When silent or when talking, When sitting or when walking, To Thee I'm wholly given, Thou art my life from heaven, This word is true and sore. In every undertaking, In sleeping hours and waking, My fortress art Thou ever, Thine arm doth aye deliver, My bliss doth aye endure. NOW SPREAD ARE EVENING'S SHADOWS. Now spread are evening's shadows, O'er forests, towns, and meadows, And sleepeth ev'ry eye; Awake my pow'rs and sing ye, And pray'r and praises bring ye, That your Creator please on high! O Sun! where art thou vanish'd? The night thy light hath banish'd, The night of day the foe; Go then, for now appeareth Another Sun and cheereth My heart--'tis Jesus Christ, my joy! We've seen the day's declining, The golden stars are shining In yonder dark-blue sky. There shall I be for ever When God doth me deliver, From this low vale of misery. To rest the body hasteth, Itself of clothes divesteth, Type of mortality! I'll put it off, and o'er me Christ will the robe of glory Throw, and of immortality! Head, hands, and feet so tirèd Are glad the day's expirèd, That work comes to an end; My heart be fill'd with gladness That God from all earth's sadness, And from sin's toil relief will send. Lie down, my members tirèd Upon your couch desirèd, Lie down my wearied head! A day and hour is nearing They'll be for you preparing Beneath the sod, a quiet bed. Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping, A moment--I'll be sleeping, Where's body then and soul? In grace Thy care then make me, May evil ne'er o'ertake me, Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel! O Jesus, be my cover! And spread both Thy wings over Thy child, and shield Thou me! Though Satan would devour me, Let angels ever o'er me Sing, "This child shall uninjur'd be!" And you, my well belovèd! Shall by no ill be movèd, No danger shall betide. God peaceful slumbers send you, With golden arms defend you, Send guardian angels to your side! Miscellaneous. SUMMER SONG. Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In this summer time so bright, The bounties God displayeth, The garden's splendour go and see, Behold how God for me and thee Them gorgeously arrayeth. The trees with leaves are cover'd o'er, The earth with carpet spreads her floor Of green, all fresh and tender, The tulip and narcissus wear Attire of finer texture fair Than Solomon in splendour. The lark aspiring soars on high, Flies from her cleft the dove so shy, And seeks the woodland shadow; The nightingale with song so rare Delights and fills the ev'ning air O'er mountain, vale, and meadow. Leads forth her little brood the hen, The stork builds near the haunts of men, And feed their young the swallows; The stag so swift, the roe so light Of foot, come bounding from the height Into the grassy hollows. The brooklets murmur in the sand, And fringe the edge on either hand With myrtle rich in shadow; The shepherds and the sheep rejoice, In joy and mirth you hear their voice Sound from the neighb'ring meadow. The bee through all the live-long hours, Unwearied roams among the flow'rs, Its precious stores to gather; The strong juice of the vine each hour Is ever gaining strength and pow'r This glorious summer weather. While springeth fast the precious grain, The young and old exult again, Praise Him with all their powers, Whose benefits unceasing are, With gifts so manifold and rare Who human nature dowers. I cannot rest, I never dare, In my Creator's gracious care My inmost soul rejoices, To God most High, when all things raise A song of universal praise, My voice shall join their voices. Methinks it is so pleasant here, All things so beautiful appear In this our poor world even; What will it be when earth we leave, And at its golden gates receive Glad welcome into Heaven? What purest light, what ecstasy, Will in the Saviour's garden be! How will it sound when 'fore Thee, All with united heart and voice, Ten thousand seraphins rejoice And rev'rently adore Thee. Ah! blessèd God, oh! were I there Before Thy throne, and did I bear My branch of palm victorious, As angels do, my voice I'd raise Thine ever blessèd name to praise, In songs of triumph glorious. But though I still am dwelling here, And still the body's burden bear, Can I be silent?--Never! My heart, no matter where I be, Or here or there, shall bend to Thee, In adoration ever. Help! Lord, my soul with blessings crown, With blessings that from Heav'n flow down, That I may blossom ever! And may the summer of Thy grace Cause fruits of faith to grow apace, Fruits that shall wither never. And may Thy Spirit dwell in me, May I a good branch ever be Ingrafted in the Saviour! In Thine own garden may I be To Thy name's praise a goodly tree, Implanted by Thy favour! Grant me Thy paradise to share, And more fruit may I ever bear While I am going thither. Thine honour, Lord, to me is dear, Thee and Thee only shall I here And yonder serve for ever. OCCASIONED BY GREAT AND UNSEASONABLE RAIN. O God! who dost Heav'n's sceptre wield What is it that now makes our field, And everything that it doth bear, Such sad and ruin'd aspect wear? Nought else, in truth, but that the band Of men from Thee on every hand Have fallen utterly away, Their guilt increasing every day. They who as God's own property His name should praise continually, And of God's word should love the light, Like heathen are involv'd in night. The Heav'ns are all with darkness clad, The firmament's clear light doth fade; We wait to see the light again At dawn of day, but wait in vain. In ceaseless strifes involv'd men are, In every place is fearful war, In every corner hate and spite, Contentions every class delight. The elements o'er all the land Are stretching out 'gainst us the hand, And troubles from the sea arise, And troubles come down from the skies. It is a time of anguish sore, For hunted, plagued their time before The people are into the grave, No rest to them do they vouchsafe. The source of joy becometh sad, The sun hath ceas'd to make us glad, And all at once the clouds descend, Shed tears that never seem to end. Ah, child of man! go weep alone, Thy many grievous sins bemoan, Henceforward from thy crimes refrain, Repent, and be thou clean again. Fall on thy knees, thyself now throw On God, that He may mercy show, That His deservèd wrath may be By Him to grace turn'd speedily. He's faithful, and aye true will be, Nought else desireth but that we With reverence and godly fear To seek His mercy should draw near. Ah! Father, Father, hear our cry, Redeem us, 'neath sin's yoke we lie, From out the world drawn may we be, And Thou Thyself turn us to Thee. Subdue Thou our rebellious mood, And make us, sinners, pure and good; Whom Thou dost turn, soon turn'd is he, Who heareth Thee, is heard by Thee! And let Thine eye now friendly be, The anguish'd cry that reacheth Thee From earth, from our sad hearts, O Lord, With gracious ear do Thou regard. Wrath's black robe tear off with Thy hand And comfort Thou us and our land, And may the genial sun shine forth And ripen the fair fruits of earth. And, Lord, as long as we may live Our daily bread in bounty give, And when the end of time we see The bread give of eternity! THANKSGIVING FOR GRACIOUS SUNSHINE. Now gone is all the rain, Rejoice my heart again, Sing after times of sadness To God thy Lord with gladness! Our God His heart hath turnèd Our pray'r He hath not spurnèd. On sea and on our land Outstretchèd was His hand, In anger us addressing; He said, "Ye're aye transgressing, In ways of sin ye wander, Nor ever turn, nor ponder. "So shall my Heaven's light Its countenance so bright With robe of blackness cover, With dark clouds be spread over; No longer shine in glory But shall be weeping o'er thee." Appeas'd His wrath our sighs That to His ears did rise, For He forgetteth never His mercy that dures ever, His Spirit tow'rd us yearning, His anger ceas'd from burning. The clouds away then sped, The path the damp winds tread, From whence the rain descended, Was clos'd, the torrents ended, And from the deeps of Heaven No waters more were given. Now wearied field away Thy robe of sadness lay, Arise from out thy sadness And let us hear with gladness Thee songs of summer raising, Thy great Creator praising. The glorious sun, see there, Comes forth again so fair, With blessings earth doth cover; Now all the rains are over, Hills, valleys are receiving Its wondrous beams life-giving. The earth's reviv'd again; What drown'd was by the rain Will once again be living And precious fruit be giving, The fields good wheat forth bringing, In meadows grass be springing. The trees so very fair Fruit-laden will stand there; From hill-sides like a river Will wine and oil flow ever; In warm and quiet weather Will bees their honey gather. Our portion He will give Who in the Heav'ns doth live. He'll bounteously bestow it, We shall partake and know it; And what earth will supply us Will amply satisfy us. God faithful is and true, His mercy's ever new, His anger soon is turnèd. He gives what we've ne'er earnèd He doth Himself discover To us, our sins looks over. O man! direct thy ways, And all thou dost, to praise Thy Master's love and favour, So that thy heart may never His faithful heart be grieving, To Him offence be giving! THE WONDERFUL ESTATE OF MATRIMONY.[10] Full of wonder, full of art, Full of wisdom, full of pow'r, Full of kindness, grace, and heart, Full of comfort flowing o'er, Full of wonder, still I say, Is Love's chaste and gentle sway. Those who've never met before, Ne'er each other known nor seen, Never in the idlest hour Thus employ'd their thoughts have been, Yet whose hearts and hands in love Tieth God who lives above! His child doth _this_ father guide, _That_ one traineth his each day, Each their special wind and tide Speed upon their sep'rate way, When the time appointed's there, Lo! they're a well-mated pair! Here grows up a prudent son, And a noble daughter there; One will be the other's crown, One the other's rest from care Each will be the other's light, But from both 'tis hidden quite, Till it's pleasing in His sight Who the world holds in His pow'r, To all giveth what is right Freely in th' appointed hour; Then appears in word and deed What hath been by Him decreed. Then Ahasuerus' eye First doth quiet Esther see; To where Sara peacefully Dwells, Tobias leadeth He; David then, with pliant will, Fetcheth prudent Abigail. Jacob flees from Esau's face, And he meeteth Rachel fair; Joseph in a foreign place Serves, and winneth Asnath there; Moses did with Jethro stay, And bore Zipporah away. Each one taketh, each doth find What the Lord doth choose for him; What in Heaven is design'd, Comes to pass on earth in time. And whatever happens thus Order'd wisely is for us. This or that might better be, Oft this foolish thought is ours; But as midnight utterly Fails to be like noonday's hours, So the feeble mind of man God's great wisdom cannot scan. Whom God joins together live, What the best is knoweth He, Our thoughts only can deceive, His from all defects are free; God's work standeth firm for aye, When all other must decay. Look at pious children who Enter'd have the holy state, How well for them God doth do, See what joys upon them wait; To their doings God doth send Evermore a happy end. Of their virtues the renown Blossometh for evermore, As a shadow when is gone Of all other love the flow'r; When truth faileth everywhere, Their's still bloometh fresh and fair, Fresh their love is evermore, Ever doth its youth renew, Love their table covers o'er, Sweetens all they say and do. Love their hearts aye giveth rest, When they're burden'd and oppress'd. Though things oft go crookedly, Even then this love is still, Can the cross bear patiently, Thinking 'tis the Father's will. From this thought doth comfort taste, Better days will come at last Meanwhile streams of blessing gives God with bounty rich and free, Mind and body He relieves, And the house too foundeth He; What is small and men despise, Makes He great and multiplies. And when all is over here That the Lord designs in love, For His faithful children dear, Taketh them to courts above, And with great delight in grace Folds them in His warm embrace. Now 'tis ever full of heart, Full of comfort flowing o'er, Full of wonder, full of art, Full of wisdom, full of pow'r, Full of wonder, still I say, Is love's chaste and gentle sway. ---------- [10]This song used to be sung in Germany after wedding dinners, and in some places on the way to church before solemnization. SONG OF CONSOLATION FOR MARRIED CHRISTIANS. Oh, Jesus Christ! how bright and fair The state of holy marriage where Thy blessing rich is given What gracious gifts Thou dost bestow, What streams of blessing ever flow Down from Thy holy heaven, When they True stay To Thee ever, Leave Thee never, Whose troth plighted, In one life have been united. When man and wife are mated well, In harmony together dwell, Are faithful to each other, The streams of bliss flow constantly What bliss of angels is on high From hence may we discover; No storm, No worm Can destroy it, Can e'er gnaw it, What God giveth To the pair that in Him liveth. He giveth of His grace the boon, And in its bosom late and soon His own belov'd He keepeth, His arms He daily spreadeth o'er, Guards as a Father by His pow'r Us and our house, nor sleepeth. Still we Must be Here and thither Roaming ever, Till He gives us Pious homes, and thus relieves us. The husband's like a goodly tree Whose branches spread so fair and free; The wife a vine that giveth Much fruit, and nurtures what it bears, Whose fruit increaseth with the years, Fruit that remains and liveth. Jewel, All hail! Husband's treasure! House's pleasure! Crown of honour! On His throne God thinketh on her. O wife! the Lord hath chosen thee That from thy womb brought forth should be The folk His church that buildeth; His wondrous work goes on for aye, The mighty word His mouth doth say, What thou beholdest, yieldeth, Sons fair Stand there, Daughters sitting Working, knitting, Finely spinning, And with art time wisely winning. Be of good cheer, it was not we Who first this order did decree, It was a higher Father, Who lov'd and loveth us for aye, And from whose lips when griev'd each day We friendly counsel gather; Good end He'll send, What we're doing And pursuing, Or conceiving Wise and happy issue giving. A time will come, it cannot fail, When we 'neath trials sore shall quail, And tears be freely flowing; To him who bears it patiently, By God's grace shall his sorrow be Turn'd into joy o'erflowing. Toil now, Wait thou, He arriveth Who rest giveth, Who can ever Banish care and soon deliver. Come hither then, my King so bless'd! In trials guide, in pain give rest, In anxious times relieving! To Thee we shall ascribe the praise, Our hearts and voices we shall raise In one loud song, thanks giving, Till we With Thee Ever dwelling, And fulfilling Thy will ever, Thy name cease to praise shall never. Of Death, the Last Day, and Eternal Life. OF DEATH AND DYING.--PSALM XC. Lord God! Thou art for evermore Thy people's habitation, And Thou existence hadst before Was laid the earth's foundation! Ere yet the hills began to be Thou lived'st in eternity, Of all things the beginning! Thou lettest all the crowds of men Through death's dark portals wander, And biddest them return again, Those others follow yonder. With Thee a thousand years are aye Like watch of night or yesterday When it is gone for ever. Thou lettest the base hosts of men E'en as a stream be flowing, And as a ship upon the main That fav'ring winds are blowing, And as a sleep and dream of night That when men wake at morning light They can no more remember. We're like an herb that early dies, Or grass in fields that groweth, That in the morning flourishes, Ere night the mower moweth. So is't with man: he blooms to-day, To-morrow he is borne away If but a breath doth touch him! Because Thy wrath 'gainst us doth glow, Lord! we so early vanish, And for our sins Thou lay'st us low, And from Thy face dost banish. Our sins Thou sett'st before Thine eyes, Then doth Thine indignation rise In Thine heart ever holy! This fire it is consumes in all Our bones the marrow ever; And hence it is that great or small From death escapeth never. And hence our days are passing o'er Like tales that oft beguile an hour And that are soon forgotten. And scarcely doth our life on earth To seventy years last even; And what are all our labours worth If four-score years be given. What is the sum of all our gain From youth to age, but toil and pain, Heart-sorrow and vexation? We're ever toiling full of care, And ere we do bethink us To stop our work, lo! death is there, Into the grave to sink us. And speedily we pass away, Yet of their end none ever stay To think, nor of God's anger. O teach us, Lord! to think each day Upon this earth's affliction, That when we think on death we may Grow wiser by reflection. Ah! turn on us again Thy face And be at peace, O God of grace! With Thy rebellious children. And early with Thy mercy free Be soul and body filling, And late and early, Lord, may we Thy glorious praise be telling. O chiefest joy! our hearts now cheer, And once more give us good times here, The days have been so evil. We've borne the cross these weary years, Now let Thy sun be shining, Vouchsafe us laughter after tears, And pleasure after pining. And evermore, O Lord! make known Thy works of wonder to Thine own, Thine honour to Thy children. Be Thou our faithful friend and God, Establish us for ever! And when we err from wisdom's road Give penitence and favour! Turn Thou our hearts again to Thee, May all our works establish'd be, Crown all we do with blessing! A REST HERE HAVE I NEVER.--PS. CXIX. A rest here have I never, A guest on earth am I, Heav'n will be mine for ever, My Fatherland's on high. Here up and down I'm driven; In rest eternal there, God's gift of grace is given That endeth toil and care. What hath my whole life ever From youth been to this hour, But labour ceasing never, As long as I have pow'r To tell of; days of anguish I've past, and oft the night In sorrow did I languish Until the morning light. And on the ways I've wander'd What storms have terrified, It blew, rain'd, lighten'd, thunder'd, Fear was on every side. Hate, envy, opposition Rag'd, undeserv'd by me, This was the sad condition I must bear patiently. So liv'd the honour'd fathers In whose footsteps we tread, From whom the saint oft gathers The wisdom he may need Of trial what full measure Had father Abraham, Ere he attain'd his pleasure, To his right dwelling came. How rough too and uneven The way that Isaac trod, And Jacob, who had striven And had prevail'd with God; What bitter grief and wearing Felt he, what woe and smart; In fear and in despairing Oft sank his fainting heart. The holy souls and blessèd Went forward on their race, They chang'd with hearts distressèd Their wonted dwelling-place: They hither went and thither, Great crosses bore each day, Till death came to deliver, Them in the grave to lay. In patience am I giving Myself to just such woe? Could I be better living Than such have liv'd below? Here must we suffer ever, Here must we upwards strive; Who fights not well shall never In joy eternal live. While on the earth I'm staying, My life shall thus be spent, I would not be delaying For aye in this strange tent. Along the paths I wander That lead me to my home, God boundless comfort yonder Will give me when I come. My home is high above me, Where angel hosts for aye Praise Him whose heart doth love me, Who ruleth all each day, Who aye preserves and beareth All in His hand of might, Who orders and prepareth What good seems in His sight. For home my tir'd heart yearneth, I'd gladly thither go, From earth away it turneth From all I've here pass'd through. The longer here I'm staying I less of pleasure taste, My spirit's thirst allaying, The world's an arid waste. The dwelling is unholy, The trouble is too great. Why com'st Thou, Lord, so slowly To free me from this state? Come, make a happy ending Of all my wanderings, Relief by Thy pow'r sending, From all my sufferings. Where I've so long remainèd Is not my proper home; When my life's end is gainèd, Then forth from it I'll come, What here I've needed ever I'll put it all away; When soul and body sever, Me in the grave they'll lay. Thou, who my Joy art ever, And of my life the Light, When death life's thread doth sever, Bring'st me to heav'n so bright, To mansions everlasting, Where I shall ever shine, E'en as the sun, while tasting Of pleasures all divine. There I'll be ever living Not merely as a guest, With those who crowns receiving From Thee are ever bless'd; I'll celebrate in glory Thine ev'ry mighty deed, My portion have before Thee, From every evil freed. CHRISTIAN JOY IN DEATH. My face, why should'st thou troubled be When thou of death art hearing? Know it, it cannot injure thee, Contemplate it, ne'er fearing. When thou dost know Death, all its woe Will soon be disappearing. From the old serpent's face first tear The mask he is assuming, And lo! no poison more is there, 'Tis harmless through the coming Of Christ to save, Who to the grave Went down, death thus o'ercoming. Thou, Lord, didst break our foe's great pow'r, His sting thus from him taking, The butt of scorn he's evermore, No mischief can be making. Thy precious blood Damps his hot mood, His ardour's him forsaking. 'Twas sin that was the sting of death, And on to dying drove us, For ever done away sin hath Our Saviour, who did love us. Its pow'r and might Is broken quite, Though it to grief may move us. Now sin is dead, God's anger's turn'd, He's reconcil'd; the Saviour Hath borne the curse our debts had earn'd, Restor'd us to God's favour. Who was our foe Our friend is now, Is full of grace for ever. It cannot be, if Thou'rt my friend, That Thou would'st kill me ever; Thy Father's heart can ne'er intend To death me to deliver, And who is e'er Thy child and heir By ill is injur'd never. But Thou, O Father! doest well When trials sore are grieving, When misery the life doth fill, The waves around us heaving, That us Thy hand To Fatherland Brings, from the floods relieving. When from the angry skies storms break, And mountains quake before them, The thunder of Thy wrath doth shake The hills, and pealeth o'er them, Then dost Thou come And takest home Thine own, Thou carest for them. When rage around our enemies, Our injury are seeking, When lions, wolves, and bears arise, Their vengeance on us wreaking, Thou tak'st Thy sheep, Dost safely keep Them near Thee, comfort speaking. And if the world treats evilly Him who to Thee is cleaving, Thou sayest, "Come to me, my son! Come, from me be receiving Love, pleasure, joy, That never cloy, That I for aye am giving." And angel hosts then joyfully Descend, and round us hover, And tend the soul so carefully; And when life's course is over To God on high It peacefully Goes with them 'neath their cover. The Lord His bride meets joyfully And saith, "Now welcome ever, I have espousèd thee to me, To all mine own come hither! Whom I 'fore thee Have brought to me, From yon world did deliver. "Thou true and faithful wast in heart, Wast ne'er asham'd to own me, And now receivest thou thy part, With crown of joy I crown thee. Thy part am I, Eternally Beside me I enthrone thee. "Of thine eyes now I dry the flood, Thy bitter tears am stilling; Here turn'd is to thy highest good, The grief thou once wert feeling; Of thy grief's sea No one shall be Here save with rapture telling. "All my belov'd ones clothe I here In pure white linen ever, With joy in heaven they appear, Here envy felt is never. Here is no death, No cross nor scath, Good friends at all can sever." O God! why should the thought of death With terror make me shiver? 'Tis he who'll from the yoke beneath Of mis'ry me deliver. From torture He Will set me free, I can regret it never. For death is the Red Sea to me, Through which on dry land ever Thine Israel, so dear to Thee, Pass to the land of favour, Where milk and wine Flow ever in Full streams that cease shall never. It is heav'n's golden door to me, The fiery car God sendeth, Wherein my spirit speedily To th' angel choir ascendeth, When God shall say "Thy working day Of life below now endeth." O sweetest joy, O blessèd rest! To all true-hearted given, Come, let mine eyes by Thee be press'd, In peace take me to heaven. May I roam there 'Mong pastures fair Where day ne'er knoweth even. What fails us here, there will He give, Full measure to us bringing, Our grateful songs shall He receive, From loving hearts up-springing. And there shall I Too, willingly Song after song be singing. JOYFUL RESIGNATION TO A HAPPY DEPARTURE FROM THIS WEARY WORLD. Be glad, my heart! now fear no more, Let nothing ever grieve thee; Christ lives, who lov'd thee long before Thy being He did give thee, And ere He made thy wondrous frame; His love remaineth still the same, It ne'er can change to hatred. Be of good cheer! thy nearing end, My heart! need not appal thee, No ill's in it; God doth extend, His loving hand and call thee From all the thousand forms of woe That in this vale of tears below, Thou ever hast endurèd. 'Tis true, 'tis call'd death's agony, But yet it is no dying; The death of death is Christ, for He Prevents it from destroying, That though it puts forth all its pow'r, No hair it hurteth in the hour When I from hence am taken. The sting of death in sin doth lie, And in our evil doing; Poor child of Adam! eagerly This path was I pursuing. In Christ's blood sin is wash'd away, Forgiven are we now for aye, Ne'er fall in condemnation. My sin is gone, and I am clean, Whoever would deprive me, Henceforth is life eternal mine; The thought may never grieve me Of sin's dread wages earn'd by me; Who's reconcil'd, must ever be, Unhurt by opposition. Now God's free grace I with me take, And all His joy and gladness, On this last journey that I make, And know no grief nor sadness. The foe becomes to me a sheep, His ire becomes a blessèd sleep, Of quiet rest the pillow. Thou Jesus! O thou sweetest Friend, My light and life art ever! Thou holdest me, dost me defend, The foe can move Thee never. In Thee I am, Thou art in me, As we are here, we'll ever be, Nought here or there can part us. My body down to rest doth lie, Fatigued with life's sad story; The soul then mounteth up on high, With chosen ones in glory It mingles, and keeps joyfully, The endless year of Jubilee With all the holy angels. Oh! Highest Prince of great and small, May that bless'd day be nearing; When Thou shalt by Thy trumpet call, And all the dead be hearing. Again shall soul and body be One, and Thy joy shall taste and see, Thy Father's kingdom enter. If 'tis Thy will, O Lord, appear, To peace and bliss to take me For ever, Thee may I be near, How joyful would it make me! Be open'd wide--of death, thou gate! That to so bliss'd place and state Through thee I may pass over. THE BEREAVED FATHER COMFORTS HIMSELF CONCERNING HIS NOW SAINTED SON. Mine art thou still, and mine shalt be, Who will be this denying? Not only thou belong'st to me, The Lord of Life undying The greatest right hath aye in thee; He taketh, He demands from me Thee, O my son, my treasure, My heart's delight and pleasure! If wish avail'd, my soul's sweet star! My free choice would I make thee, Than earth's fair treasures rather far, I evermore would take thee. Would say to thee, Abide with me, The joy of all my dwelling be, I ever more shall love thee, Till death itself remove me. Thus saith my heart, and meaneth well, But God doth mean still better; Great love doth in my bosom dwell, In God there dwelleth greater. I am a father, nothing more, Of fathers God's the crown and pow'r, The fountain who is giving Their being to all living. I long and yearn for my dear son; God, by whom he was given, Wills he should stand beside His throne, Should live with Him in heaven. I say, Alas! my light is gone! God saith, "I welcome thee, my son, I'd have thee ever near me, With endless joys would cheer thee!" O lovely word! O sweet decree! More holy than we ever Can think; with God no ill can be, Mischance, or sickness never, No care, no want, no oversight, With God no sorrow e'er can blight; Whom God cares for and loveth No trouble ever moveth. We men much thought and time expend On our dear ones' adorning; Our thoughts and efforts ever bend, Are planning night and morning To gain for them a happy place; And yet how seldom 'tis the case They reach the destination We had in contemplation. How oft a young and hopeful one From virtue's path far roameth, By him through ill example's done What Christians ne'er becometh. Then God's just anger doth he earn, On earth he meeteth scoffs and scorn, His father's heart he filleth With pain that nothing stilleth. Now such can never be my case, My son is safely yonder, Appeareth now before God's face, Doth in Christ's garden wander, Is fill'd with joy, is ever bless'd, And from heart-sorrow doth he rest, Sees, hears the hosts so glorious Who here are watching o'er us. He angels yonder hears and sees, Part in their songs he taketh, And knows all wisdom's mysteries; His high discourse he maketh What none of us can ever know With all our searching here below, To none on earth 'tis given, Reserv'd it is for Heaven. Ah! could I even draw so near, Could it to me be given The faintest sounds of praise to hear That fill the courts of Heaven, When prais'd is the thrice holy One, Who thee hath sanctified, my son! Joy would my heart be swelling, Tears from mine eyes be welling. Would I then say, Stay with me here, Henceforth I'll murmur never; Alas! my son! wert thou but near! No, but come quickly hither Thou fiery car, and take me where My child and all the blessèd are, Who speak of things so glorious, O'er every ill victorious. Now be it so, I'd have it so, I'll never more deplore thee; Thou liv'st, pure joys thy heart o'erflow, Bright suns shine ever o'er thee, The suns of endless joy and rest. Live then, and be for ever bless'd, I shall, when God wills, yonder In bliss hereafter wander. BY THE BIER OF A FRIEND. On thy bier how calm thou'rt sleeping Yet thou livest, oh our crown! Watch eternal art thou keeping, Standing near thy Saviour's throne. Endless joy thy portion now! Why should tears so freely flow? What should thus in sorrow sink us? Up! aright let us bethink us! Grudge we to our friends their pleasure; When they laugh, we laugh again; Bitter tears shed without measure, When we see them sunk in pain. When we see them conq'rors come, From the cross triumphant home; When is o'er life's toil and anguish, Then no more in grief we languish. Noble heart! in peace now rest thee, Thou hast vanquish'd every foe, All afflictions that oppress'd thee, Overwhelm'd thy heart with woe; All the toil and misery, All care and anxiety, All that made thee sleep in sorrow, Wake in anguish on the morrow. God who sendeth all temptations, Knows the burden each can bear; He appoints all tribulations, Who in loving, gracious care, Sent thee every trial sore That thou now hast triumphed o'er, Who hath strength enough to bear it, Must in larger measure share it. Hadst thou been at heart a craven, Shrinking from the chilly blast, Loving most the quiet haven, With no cloud the sky o'ercast, God, the giver of all good, Never such a grievous load Of affliction had ordain'd thee, As dishearten'd oft and pain'd thee. Triumph now, for thou, victorious By the pow'r of God most high, Sonlike in thy strength so glorious, Walk'st amid the Company Of the city fair and new, Which the Lord hath built for you; With the angels join'st in singing, Sweetest songs from heart up-springing. Jesus bids thee cease from weeping Wipes the tear-drop from thine eye; Free thy heart from sorrow keeping All thy need doth He supply. In thy cup now running o'er Wishest thou but one thing more, That thy friends who here still wander Were thy bliss now sharing yonder. To the realms we'll come so glorious, Out of sorrow into joy; Thee with myriad saints victorious See in bliss without alloy. Oh! how bless'd and fair 'twill be, When we all shall dwell with Thee; When is o'er life's chequer'd story, And we reign in endless glory. OF THE LAST DAY. The time is very near When, Lord, Thou wilt be here The signs whereof Thou'st spoken Thine advent should betoken, We've seen them oft fulfilling In number beyond telling. What shall I do then, Lord? But rest upon Thy word, The promise Thou hast given That Thou wilt come from heaven, Me from the grave deliver And from all woe for ever. Ah! Jesus Christ, how fair Wilt be my portion there! The welcome Thou'lt address me, Thy glances, how they'll bless me, When I the earth forsaking, My flight to Thee am taking. Ah! what will be the word Thou'lt speak, my Shepherd Lord! What will be then Thy greeting, Me and my brethren meeting? Thy members Thou wilt own us, And near Thyself enthrone us. And in that blessèd hour, How shall I have the pow'r Mine eyelids dry of keeping, How tears of joy from weeping Refrain, that flowing over My cheeks, like floods would cover? And what a beauteous light Will from Thy face so bright Beam on me, then in heaven, When sight of Thee is given, Thy goodness then me filling, Joy will my breast be swelling. I'll see then and adore Thy body bruisèd sore, Whereon our faith is founded, The prints of nails that wounded Thy hands and feet be greeting, Thy gaze with rapture meeting. Thou, Lord, alone dost know The joys so pure that flow In life's unfailing river In paradise for ever, Thou can'st portray, and show them: By faith alone I know them. What I've believ'd stands sure, Remaineth aye secure; My part the wealth surpasseth; The richest here amasseth; All other wealth decayeth My portion ever stayeth. My God, my fairest Part! How will my bounding heart With joy be overflowing, Praise evermore renewing, When through the door of heaven By Thee is entrance given? Thou'lt say, "Come, taste and see, Oh! child, belov'd by me, Come, taste the gifts so precious I and my Father gracious Have to bestow, come hither, In pleasure bask for ever." Alas! thou world so poor! Of wealth, what is thy store? Mean is it to be holden, Compar'd with all the golden Crowns and thrones Jesus placeth For whom He loves and graceth. Here is the angel's home, Bless'd spirits hither come, Here nought is heard but singing, Nought seen but joy up-springing, No cross, no death, no sorrow, No parting on the morrow. Hold! hold! my sense so weak! What dost thou think and speak, What's fathomless, art sounding? What's measureless, art bounding? Here must man's wit be bending The eloquent be ending. Lord! I delight in Thee, Thou ne'er shalt go from me, Thy hand in bounty giveth More than my heart conceiveth, Or I can e'er be counting, So high Thy mercy's mounting. How sad, O Lord, am I, Until I from on high See Thee in glory hither Come, Thine own to deliver, Wert Thou but now revealing Thyself! my wish fulfilling! The time is known to Thee; It best becometh me To be prepar'd for going, And all things so be doing, That every moment even My heart may be in Heaven. This grant, Lord, and me bless. That so Thy truth and grace May keep me ever waking, That Thy day not o'ertaking Me unawares, affright me, But may, O Lord! delight me. FROM THE REVELATION OF JOHN.--CHAP. VII. By John was seen a wondrous sight, A noble light, A picture very glorious: A multitude stood 'fore him there All bright and fair, On heav'nly plain victorious; Their heart and mood Were full of good, That mortal man With gold ne'er can Procure, so high 'tis o'er us. Palm branches in their hands they bore, They stood before The Lamb's throne, 'fore the Saviour; Praise from their lips did ever flow, Their robes like snow, Their song still higher ever, So sweetly rang; Glad thanks they sang, And in their song The holy throng Of angels joinèd ever. "Who," said the wond'ring John, "are they In white array, Whom now I see before me?" "They are," said one from out the crowd That round him stood, One of the elders hoary, "They're men, my son, Who fought and won The fight of faith, Despis'd the scath, Attain'd the prize of glory. "They're those who on the earth below, Long, long ago, Pass'd through great tribulation; Who for the honour of their Lord And of His word, All grief and all vexation, From blame all free But patiently, Though smarting sore By God's help bore, O'ercame with exultation. "They wash'd their robes and made them white (Their hearts were right), In faith's bath them renewing, And they resisted evermore With all their pow'r Hell's art, it quite subduing, Did aye deride Earth's pomp and pride, Chose Jesu's blood As their chief good, All other good eschewing. "And therefore with their doings, they Stand there for aye, Where God's fair temple's standing, The temple where they night and day Praise God for aye, His glorious name commending. There do they live With nought to grieve, From toil all free Joys taste and see, That never know an ending. "There in His dwelling sitteth God And spreads abroad His goodness as a cover, There with bliss manifold is bless'd In quiet rest, The wearied whose life's over; What pleasure gives, The heart relieves, The longing stills, And the eye fills, In full bloom stands there ever. "No thirst, nor hunger there, no need; The heav'nly bread All wants aye satisfieth; And shineth there the sun no more In too great pow'r, Its light pure joy supplieth; Heav'n's sun so bright And heart's delight, Is our great Lord The living Word, Who no good thing denieth." The Lamb His flock will ever feed E'en as they need, In pastures never wasting; He will them to the fountain bring, Whence ever spring Streams of life everlasting; And certainly Ne'er rest will He, Till wash'd away All tears for aye Are, and His bliss we're tasting. LONDON: PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. 
16455	----	THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL FOR USE IN PUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP. PREPARED BY EDMUND S. LORENZ. DAYTON, OHIO: UNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE, 1892. The General Conference of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ, at its session in May, 1886, ordered,-- "That a small hymnal, adapted to general church purposes, be published soon." _ADVISORY COMMITTEE_ MUSICAL. SAMUEL E. KUMLER. CALVIN H. LYON. MRS. A.R. SHAUCK. JUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK LITERARY. PROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D. COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT. Introduction The General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal that should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance with these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged for its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the Church, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly competent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined it in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It is pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for every phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity and stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and sprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here for the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail with delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many of us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers sang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social meetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully recommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it will speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every United Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that it will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered members. A. WEAVER, _Senior Bishop._ DAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890. PREFACE. To he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian life characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of the United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian experience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased it--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its church activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for its full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for revival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church life, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been forgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and songs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it seeks to express. In order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical culture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by side with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone for lack of literary and musical grace. Doubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body of popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to include everything desirable in so small a volume. To the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, who kindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of the editor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very helpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book. The valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves most kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable copyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear, will accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages. That this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands of the workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the accomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts the same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the editor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L. DAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890. (Otterbein Hymnal.) TABLE OF CONTENTS WORSHIP: NOS. General Praise 1-29 Sanctuary 30-42 Sabbath Day 43-51 Morning and Evening 52-61 HOLY SCRIPTURES 62-71 GOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES 72-93 CHRIST: Incarnation and Birth 91-103 Life and Character 104-116 Suffering and Death 117-140 Resurrection and Ascension 141-153 Exaltation and Reign 154-163 HOLY SPIRIT 164-177 MAN'S LOST ESTATE: Man a Sinner 178-185 Atonement Provided 186-201 Invitation 202-225 Warning 226-231 Repentance 232-241 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: Conversion 242-255 Consecration 256-285 Love and Praise to Christ 286-329 Graces and Privileges 330-354 Faith and Trust 355-378 Affliction 379-383 Prayer 384-399 Christian Activity 400-422 Christian Warfare 423-433 THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH: Security and Success 434-444 Missions 445-459 Ministry 460-465 Church Fellowship 466-473 Ordinances 474-483 THE LIFE BEYOND: Death 484-505 Judgment 506-509 Eternity and Heaven 510-531 MISCELLANEOUS 532-548 THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL. 1 Gloria Patri. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, world without end. Amen. 2 Gloria Patri. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. 3 Old Hundred. L.M. _Psalm 100._ (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 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering 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? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Isaac Watts. 4 Old Hundred. L.M. _All Men Invited to Praise God._ (3) From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, In songs of praise divinely sing: The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Savior's name. 4 In every land begin the song; To every land the strains belong; In cheerful sounds all voices raise, And till the world with loudest praise. Isaac Watts, 1713. 5 Old Hundred. L.M. _Psalm 103._ (6) Awake, my soul, awake my tongue, My God demands the grateful song; Let all my inmost powers record The wondrous mercy of the Lord. 2 Divinely free his mercy flows, Forgives my sins, allays my woes, And bids approaching death remove, And crowns me with indulgent love. 3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, Forever shines, while time decays; And children's children shall record The truth and goodness of the Lord. 4 While all his works his praise proclaim And men and angels bless his name, Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue Attend, and join the blissful song! Anne Steele, 1760. 6 Old Hundred. L.M. _Doxology._ Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Thos. Ken. 7 Lord of All Being. L.M. _Omnipresence._ (17) Lord of all being! throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of ev'ry sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! 2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope! thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine. 4 Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burnt for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848. 8 Duke Street. L.M. _The Majesty of God._ (7) Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise; But oh! what tongue can speak his fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme? 2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Master's grand designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name. 4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul! his glories sing; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds applaud the song. Thomas Blacklock, 1754. 9 Rockingham. L.M. _Life-long Praise._ (12) God of my life! through all my days My grateful powers shall sound my praise; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, And emulate, with joy unknown, The growing seraphs round thy throne. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 10 Rockingham. L.M. _Psalm 106._ (15) Oh, render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm, through ages past, Hath 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? 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford; When thou return'st to set them free. Let thy salvation visit me. Tate-Brady. 11 Rockingham. L.M. _God Revealed in Christ._ (600) 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 See where it shines in Jesus' face,-- The brightest image of his grace! God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels! dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground. 4 Oh! may I live to reach the place, Where he unveils his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold. Isaac Watts, 1707. 12 Rockingham. L.M. _Unceasing Praise._ (13) 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 every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty, done for thee. 3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways-- Vast and immortal be thy praise. Isaac Watts, 1719. 13 Otterbein. L.M. _Psalm 95._ (4) Oh, 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 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. 3 Oh, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees, devoutly, all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. Nahum Tate, 1696. 14 Park Street. L.M. _Joining in Praise._ (75) 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 care shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! Isaac Watts. 15 Harvey's Chant. C. M. _The Goodness of God in His Works._ (26) Hail! great Creator, wise and good! To thee our songs we raise; Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise. 2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, Fresh wonders strike our view; And, while we gaze, our hearts exult With transports ever new. 3 Thy glory beams in every star, Which gilds the gloom of night; And decks the smiling face of morn With rays of cheerful light. 4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, Thy varied love we see; Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led Through all thy works to thee. Anon. 1795. 16 Harvey's Chant. C.M. _Praise at all Times._ (27) My soul shall praise thee, O my God Through all my mortal days, And in eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In every smiling, happy hour, Be this my sweet employ; Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, And heightens all my joy. 3 When anxious grief and gloomy care Afflict my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And lull each pain to rest. 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God; My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 And when these lips shall cease to move, When death shall close these eyes, My soul shall then to nobler heights Of joy and transport rise. O. Heigenbotham. 17 Harvey's Chant. C.M. _Psalm 66._ (24) Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud, and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardor fired. 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute as it flies, With benefits unsought. 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise From whom salvation flows, Who sent his Son, our souls to save From everlasting woes. 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope's transporting ray, Which lights, through darkest shades of death, To realms of endless day. Ralph Wardlaw, 1803. 18 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s. _Adoration._ Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God over all and blest eternally. 2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be. 3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee; Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! God over all, and blest eternally. Reginald Heber--_alt._ 19 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s. _Psalm 95._ (18) Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 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. 3 Come, and with humble souls adore; Come, kneel before his face; Oh, may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace. 4 Now is the time--he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, "Ye shall not see my rest." Isaac Watts, 1719. 20 St. Thomas. S.M. _Bless the Lord._ (29) Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine. 2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins-- 'Tis he relieves thy pain-- 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. Isaac Watts. 21 Silver Street. S.M. _Psalm 103._ (34) Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sov'reign God, The universal king. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his works, and not our own; He formed 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. Isaac Watts, 1719. 22 Gates of Praise. _Gates of Praise._ Lift up the Gates of Praise, That we may enter in, And o'er salvation's walls proclaim That Christ redeems from sin. Cho.--The stars may praise the hand That decks the sky above, But man alone can tell the pow'r Of Christ's redeeming love. 2 God's works reveal his might, His majesty and grace; But not the tender Father's love That saves a dying race. 3 Then let the voice of praise To heavenly courts ascend, Till with the songs the angels sing Our hallelujahs blend. 4 To him that hath redeemed Our souls from sin's dark maze; The Hope and Savior of mankind, Be everlasting praise. M. E. Servoss. 23 Leighton. S.M. _Exhortation to Praise._ (32) Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice! Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,. With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify? 3 Oh, for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to heaven our thought! 4 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, With all our ransomed powers. James Montgomery, 1825. 24 Wilmot. 8s & 7s. _Psalm 148._ (53) Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him; Praise him, angels in the height! Sun and moon! rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light! 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious; Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high! his power proclaim Heaven and earth, and all creation! Laud and magnify his name. John Kempthorne, 1810. 25 Horton. 7s. _Psalm 107._ (50) Thank and praise Jehovah's name; For his mercies, firm and sure, From eternity the same To eternity endure. 2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land; As the people of his choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 3 Praise him, ye who know his love; Praise him from the depths beneath; Praise him in the heights above; Praise your Maker all that breathe. 4 For his truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of his right hand-- Like his own eternity. James Montgomery, 1822. 26 Hallelujah! 8s & 7s. _Praise the Lord._ Hallelujah! song of gladness; Song of everlasting joy; Hallelujah! song the sweetest That can angel hosts employ. Cho.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! Praise ye the Lord! 2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, Thou mayst lift this joyful strain; Hallelujah! songs of triumph, Well befit the ransomed train. 3 Hallelujah! let our voices Rise to heav'n with full accord; Hallelujah! ev'ry moment Brings us nearer to the Lord. 4 But our earnest supplication, Holy God, we raise to thee; Bring us to thy blissful presence. Let us all thy glory see. Anon. 27 Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s. _The Universal Song._ Praise to thee, thou great Creator! Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue; Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, Join the universal song. Cho.--Glory to the Father and the Son, Glory to the Spirit! three in one! Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day, And sing his loving kindness on our way. 2 Father! source of all compassion! Pure, unbounded grace is thine; Hail the Lord of our salvation! Praise him for his love divine. 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 4 Praise to God, our great Creator! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Praise him, ev'ry living creature, Earth and heav'n's united host. J. W. Fawcett, 1767. 28 Lyons. 10s & 11s. _Praise of Divine Love._ O worship the King, all-glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise. 2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. 3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! 4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays. With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. Sir Robert Grant, 1839. 29 Lyons. 10s & 11s. _Salvation to God._ Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name. The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; And still he is nigh, his presence we have; The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne," Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son; Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,-- Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. C. Wesley, 1744. 30 Gerar. S.M. _The Glories of the Sanctuary._ (128) How charming is the place Where my Redeemer God Unveils the glories of his face, And sheds his love abroad! 2 Here, on the mercy seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 3 To him their prayers and cries, Each contrite soul presents; And while he hears their humble sighs He grants them all their wants. 4 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode; Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. S. Stennett. 31 Hendon. 7s. _A Blessing Implored._ (134) Lord! we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; Oh, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 2 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 3 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down lift up, Strong in faith, in love, and hope. 4 Grant that those who seek may find Thee, a God sincere and kind; Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in thee. William Hammond, 1745. 32 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Opening of Service._ (137) In thy name, O Lord! assembling, We, thy people, now draw near; Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let thy servants hear-- Hear with meekness-- Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee; Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be, Till thy glory Without clouds in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, Thee thy people shall adore; Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before; Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 33 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Close of Service._ (141) Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; Oh! refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May thy presence With us, evermore, be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angel's wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, We shall surely Reign with Christ in endless day. Walter Shirley, 1774. 34 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Plea for Parting Blessing._ (139) God of our salvation! hear us; Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Savior! keep us; Keep us safe from every foe. 2 As our steps are drawing nearer To our everlasting home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 35 Mendon. L.M. _Psalm 84._ (119) 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. 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 thy door. 3 God is our sun, 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. 5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee; Blest is the man that trusts in thee! Isaac Watts, 1719. 36 Mendon L.M. _The Presence of Christ._ (124) How sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord! Dear Savior! on thy people smile, And come, according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee: Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;-- Let this the gate of heaven be. 3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear, That we by faith may see thy face; Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear And let thy presence fill this place. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 37 Mendon. L.M. _Psalm 84._ (127) How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode; My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God. 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Isaac Watts, 1719 38 Ward. L.M. _Before Sermon._ (122) Thy presence, gracious God! afford: Prepare us to receive thy word; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mixed with what we hear. 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above; With food divine may we be fed And satisfied with living bread. 3 To us thy sacred word apply, With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear. 4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know and do thy will; Thy saving power and love display. And guide us to the realms of day. John Fawcett. 1782. 39 Migdol. L.M. _Acts 2:1._ (792) Command thy blessing from above O God, on all assembled here; Behold us with a Father's love, While we look up with filial fear. 2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! May we thy true disciples be; Speak to each heart the mighty word-- Say to the weakest, follow me. 3 Command thy blessing in this hour, Spirit of truth! and till the place With wounding and with healing power, With quickening and confirming grace. 4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide, One true, eternal God confessed; Whom thou hast joined none may divide, None dare to curse whom thou hast blest. James Montgomery 40 Mear. C.M. _God's Presence in Sanctuary_. (111) Again our earthly cares we leave, And in thy courts appear; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Savior here. 2 Within those walls let holy peace. And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease-- The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye. The humble mind bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers; And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares. 5 Shew us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. John Newton, 1779, _a._ 41 Mear. C.M. _Dedication_. (1175) Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea! Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship thee. 2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send, Within these walls t' abide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by thy side! 3 May erring minds, that worship here, Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While, round these hallowed walls, the storm Of earth-born passion dies. William C. Bryant, 1835 42 Mear. C.M. _Psalm 122._ (106) How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say-- "In Zion let us all appear-- And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God To show his milder face. 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 He hears our praises and complaints; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heavenly grace By her attendants blest! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, There God, my Saviour, reigns. Isaac Watts, 1719 43 Lisbon. S.M. _The Sabbath Welcomed._ (81) Welcome! sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day in such a place, Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Isaac Watts, 1707 44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D. _The Sabbath Holy._ O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light! O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright! On thee, the high and lowly, Before th' eternal throne, Sing Holy! Holy! Holy! To the great Three in One. 2 On thee, at the creation. The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth. On thee, our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son; The church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Christopher Wordsworth, 1858. 45 Auburn. C.M. _Sweet Day of Rest._ (66) Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, On this sweet day of rest; Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold Enjoy a heavenly rest. 2 Welcome, and precious to my soul Are these sweet days of love; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above! 3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray; Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace; Here, in thine own appointed way, I wait to see thy face. 4 Those are the sweet and precious days On which my Lord I've seen; And oft, when feasting on his word, In raptures I have been. 5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears. In this sweet frame be found, I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms, And leave this earthly ground. John Mason, 1683. 46 Auburn. C.M. _Sabbath Morn._ (60) How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies! So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise. 2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! How soon the gloom hath fled! So o'er the new created sight Celestial bliss is spread. 3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air! So calm may we this Sabbath be, And free from worldly care. 4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade Our bosoms all our days; And let each passing hour be made A herald of thy praise. 5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet It flows from Jesus' breast; It makes our bliss on earth complete, It brings eternal rest. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840 47 Auburn. C.M. _The Lord's Day Morning._ (65) When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week! 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light! 3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul. 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world's long week be o'er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? James Edmeston, 1820. 48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines. _Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94) Safely thro' another week, God has bro't us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face; Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free; May we rest, this day, in thee. 3 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints; Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. John Newton, 1779. _a._ 49 Lischer. (German.) H.M. _Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98) Welcome, delightful morn! Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return; Lord, make these moments blest; From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face! Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Savior's love, And bless the sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. Hayward, 1806. 50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8. _The Day of Rest._ (91) Welcome, sacred day of rest! Sweet repose from worldly care; Day above all days the best, When our souls for heav'n prepare; Day, when our Redeemer rose, Victor o'er the hosts of hell; Thus he vanquished all our foes; Let our lips his glory tell. 2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, When we hear thy holy word; When we sing thy praise, and pray, Earth can no such joys afford; But a better rest remains, Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys and endless praise. William Brown, 1822. 51 Last Hope. 7s. _Sabbath Evening._ (93) Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad; 'Tis the holy peace of God-- Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heav'n our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. Samuel F. Smith, 1843. 52 Lowry. L.M. _Morning Praise._ 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 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me when I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. Bp. Ken, 1709. 53 Vigil. S.M. _Morning Song._ (1169) See how the morning sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly Parent sing, And to its great Original The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near. 4 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity. T. Scott. 54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s. _Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171) Savior, breathe an evening blessing, E'er repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly; Angel guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright and deathless bloom. James Edmeston, 1820. 55 Hursley. L.M. _Evening Hymn._ (1165) Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eye-lids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Savior's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere thro' the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. Rev. J. Keble, 1827. 56 Eventide. 10s. _Evening of the Day._ Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! 2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me. 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! 4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away: Change and decay in all around I see; O thou, who changest not, abide with me! Henry Francis Lyte, 1847. 57 Eventide. 10s. _Closing Hymn._ Savior, again to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, And now, departing, wait thy word of peace. 2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way; With thee begun, with thee shall end the day; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy name. 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; Turn thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to thee. John Ellerton, 1868. 58 Seymour, 7s. _Evening Devotion._ Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. 2 Thou whose all pervading eye Naught escapes without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity; Then from thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. G.W. Doane, 1824. 59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s. _Evening Meditations._ Silently the shades of evening Gather round my lowly door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. 2 O the lost, the unforgotten, Tho' the world be oft forgot! O the shrouded and the lonely! In our hearts they perish not. 3 Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend-- They, unlinked with earthly trouble; We, still hoping for its end. 4 How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past; Pointing up to that far heaven We may hope to gain at last. C.C. Cox 60 Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain. _Evening Prayer_. Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining; Father in heaven, the day is declining; Safety and innocence flee with the light, Temptation and danger walk forth with the night. From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield us from danger, keep us from crime. Ref.--Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call; Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all. Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might; In doubting and darkness thy love be our light; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, Wake in thine arms when morning returns. Selina Huntingdon 61 God Be With You. P.M. _Parting Blessing._ God be with you till we meet again, By his counsels guide, uphold you, With his sheep securely fold you, God be with you till we meet again Cho.--Till we meet, till we meet, Till we meet at Jesus' feet; Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again. 2 God be with you till we meet again, 'Neath his wings securely hide you, Daily manna still provide you, God be with you till we meet again. 3 God be with you till we meet again, When life's perils thick confound you, Put his arms unfailing round you, God be with you till we meet again. 4 God be with you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er you, Smite death's threat'ning wave before you, God be with you till we meet again. J.E. Rankin D.D. 62 Wonderful Words. P.M. _Words of Life._ Sing them over again to me, Wonderful words of life, Let me more of their beauty see, Wonderful words of life, Words of life and beauty, Teach me faith and duty. Cho.--Beautiful words, wonderful words, Wonderful words of life, Beautiful words, wonderful words, Wonderful words of life. 2 Christ the blessed One gives to all Wonderful words of life; Sinner, list to the loving call, Wonderful words of life; All so freely given, Wooing us to heaven. 3 Sweetly echo the gospel call, Wonderful words of life; Offer pardon and peace to all, Wonderful words of life; Jesus, only Savior, Sanctify forever. P.P. Bliss. 63 Give Me the Bible. P.M. _The Bible Desired._ Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed; No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. Cho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining, Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way. Precept and promise, law and love combining, Till night shall vanish in eternal day. 2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near. 3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, Teach me the danger of these realms below; That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten, That light alone the path of peace can show. 4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, Hold up that splendor by the open grave; Show me the light from heaven's shining portal, Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave. Priscilla J. Owens. 64 Shirland. S.M. _Psalm 119._ (170) Behold! the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams thro' all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But, where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from the tombs And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just; Forever sure thy promise, Lord! And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God! how plain Are thy directions given! Oh! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. Isaac Watts, 1719. 65 Dallas. 7s. _Book Divine._ Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came; Mine to teach me what I am. 2 Mine to chide me when I rove; Mine to show a Savior's love; Mine thou art to guide and guard; Mine to punish or reward. 3 Mine to comfort in distress, Suffering in this wilderness; Mine to show, by living faith, Man can triumph over death. 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom; O thou holy book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine. John Burton, 1805. 66 Evan. C.M. _Psalm 119._ (155) Lord! I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden, glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have-- It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Isaac Watts, 1719. 67 Evan. C.M. _The Latter Day._ (1018) Lord! send thy word, and let it fly, Armed with thy Spirit's power; Ten thousands shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour. 2 Beneath the influence of its grace, The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,-- A blooming paradise. 3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murderous cannon roar. 4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring This promised age of gold. 5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's Unnumbered myriads cry; Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven's Unnumbered choirs reply. Thomas Gibbons, 1769. 68 Evan. C.M. _The Incomparable Richness of God's Word._ (150) Father of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find-- Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see And still increasing light. Anne Steele, 1760. 69 Devizes. C.M. _The Bible Our Light._ (149) How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. 2 Its light, descending from above, Our gloomy world to cheer, Displays a Savior's boundless love, And brings his glories near. 3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 4 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. John Fawcett, 1782. 70 Devizes. C.M. _Psalm 119._ (158) How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day; And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 3 Thy precepts make me truly wise; I hate the sinners' road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise But love thy law, my God! 4 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. Isaac Watts, 1719. 71 Devizes. C.M. _Perfection of the Law and Testimony._ (154) Thy law is perfect, Lord of light; Thy testimonies sure; The statutes of thy realm are right, And thy commandments pure. 2 Let these, O God, my soul convert, And make thy servant wise; Let those be gladness to my ears-- The dayspring to mine eyes. 3 By these may I be warned betimes; Who knows the guile within? Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes; Cleanse me from secret sin. 4 So may the words my lips express-- The thoughts that throng my mind-- O Lord, my strength and righteousness, With thee acceptance find. C. Wesley. 72 Manoah. C.M. _Faithfulness._ Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. 4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine!" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. Isaac Watts. 73 Manoah. C.M. _Power_. The Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds obey his will; He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God. H. Kirke White. 74 Manoah. C.M. _Eternity._ Great God! how infinite 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 seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears-- Great God! there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow. And pay their praise to thee. Isaac Watts. 75 Italy. 6s & 4s. _The Trinity Adored._ (394) Come, thou Almighty King! Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise; Father all glorious! O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days! 2 Come, thou incarnate Word! Gird on thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend: Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. 3 Come, holy Comforter! Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour: Thou who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power! 4 To the great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence, evermore! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Charles Wesley, 1757. 76 All Saints. L.M. _Praise to the Trinity_ (391) Blest be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God! From whose dear, wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood-- Pardon and life for dying souls 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son, And God, the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore. Isaac Watts, 1709. 77 Elizabethtown. C.M. _God Incomprehensible._ (844) Thy way, O God! is in the sea, Thy paths I cannot trace; Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 'Tis but in part I know thy will; I bless thee for the sight; When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light? 3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense My captive soul surround; Mysterious deeps of providence My wondering thoughts confound. 4 As through a glass I dimly see The wonders of thy love; How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above! 5 With rapture I shall soon survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. John Fawcett, 1782. 78 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Eternity of God._ (1071) O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years. Isaac Watts, 1719. 79 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Divine Perfections._ (182) I sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. Isaac Watts. 80 Dundee. C.M. _Our Heavenly Father._ (21) My God how wonderful thou art! Thy majesty how bright! How beautiful thy mercy seat, In depths of burning light. 2 How dread are thine eternal years, Oh, everlasting Lord! By prostrate spirits day and night, Incessantly adored. 3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God! With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears. 4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord! Almighty as thou art, For thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of this poor heart. 5 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother, half so mild, Bears and forbears as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. 6 Father of Jesus! love's reward! What rapture will it be, Prostrate before thy throne to lie, And gaze and gaze on thee. Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849. 81 Dundee. C.M. _God's Ways Not Understood._ (848) God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign 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. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter 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. William Cowper, 1772. 82 Dundee. C.M. _Majesty. Ps. 18._ The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim Full royally he rode; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, Forevermore shall reign. Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549. 83 Triumph. L.M. _The Goodness of God._ (176) Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, From ocean depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, "God made us all, and God is good." 2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts all seem to sky, In accents clear, that God is good. 3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. 4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word; These prompt our song that God is good. John H. Gurney. 84 Triumph. L.M. _The Eternity of God._ (179) Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages in their flight With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream-- A passing thought, that soon is o'er; That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. Isaac Watts. 85 Triumph. L.M. _God Seen in nature._ (178) There is a God--all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes in characters of light His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God-- Bow down before him and adore. Anne Steele 86 Triumph. L.M. _The Lord God Omnipotent._ (14) The Lord is King; child of the dust! The Judge of all the earth is just; Holy and true are all his ways; Let every creature speak his praise. 2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice; From world to world the joy shall ring-- The Lord omnipotent is King. 3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care, Or murmur at his wise decrees, Or doubt his royal promises? 4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake, Then may his children cease to sing-- The Lord omnipotent is King. Josiah Conder. 87 Faben. 8s & 7s. D. _God is Love._ God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens: God is wisdom, God is love. Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays and ages move; But his mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove; From the gloom his brightness streameth: God is wisdom, God is love. He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Everywhere his glory shineth: God is wisdom, God is love. Sir John Bowring, 1825. 88 Mannheim. 8s & 7s. _The Divine Glory._ (56) Lord! thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord. 2 Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry-- "Holy, holy, holy!" singing, "Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!" 3 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren! let our tongues unite; Chief the heart when duty raises God-ward at his mystic rite. Richard Mant, 1828. 89 Azmon. C.M. _Creating Wisdom._ (184) Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise, Thee the creation sings; With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And starred with sparkling gold. 3 Infinite strength and equal skill Shine through the worlds abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder--God. 4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace Our softer passions move; Pity divine, in Jesus' face, We see, adore, and love. Isaac Watts, 1705. 90 Azmon. C.M. _The Trinity._ (388) Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord, Whom One in Three we know; By all thy heavenly host adored, By all thy Church below. 2 One undivided Trinity With triumph we proclaim; The universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, holy Father, we confess; Thee, holy Son, adore; And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless, And worship evermore. 4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, Our heavenly song shall be Supreme, Essential One, adored In co-eternal Thee! C. Wesley, 1767. 91 Azmon. C.M. _God is Love._ (183) Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, And lift your souls above; Let every heart and voice accord, To sing that--God is love. 2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove; Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears, To show that--God is love. 3 Behold his patience lengthened out To those who from him rove, And calls effectual reach their hearts, To teach them--God is love. 4 The work begun is carried on By power from heaven above; And every step from first to last, Declares that--God is love. George Burder, 1784. 92 Azmon. C.M. _God's Constant Goodness._ (179) Jehovah God! thy gracious power On every hand we see; Oh, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 3 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend; In every age, in every clime, Our Father and our Friend. John Thompson, 1810 93 God is Love. P.M. _Praise for God's Love._ Come, let us all unite to sing, God is love; Let heav'n and earth their praises bring, God is love; Let every soul from sin awake, Each in his heart sweet music make, And sing with us for Jesus' sake, For God is love. Ref.--God is love, God is love. Come, let us all unite to sing That God is love. 2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound, God is love; In Christ we have redemption found, God is love; His blood has washed our sins away, His Spirit turned our night to day, And now we can rejoice to say That God is love. 3 How happy is our portion here, God is love; His promises our spirits cheer, God is love; He is our sun and shield by day, Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay; He will be with us all the way; Our God is love. Anon. 94 Carol. C.M.D. _The Angels' Song._ (206) It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold; "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's all gracious King:" The earth in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing. 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still celestial music floats O'er all the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds, The blessed angels sing. 3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow;-- Look up! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; Oh, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing! 4 For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold! When peace shall over all the earth Its final splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing! E.H. Sears, 1850. 95 Carol. C.M.D. _A Light to Lighten the Gentiles._ (203) The race that long in darkness pine Have seen a glorious light; The people dwell in day who dwelt In death's surrounding night. To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, The gathering nations come, With joy, as when the reapers bear The harvest treasures home. 2 To us a child of hope is born; To us a Son is given; And him shall all the earth obey, And all the hosts of heaven. His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mighty Lord. John Morrison, 1781. 96 Christmas. C.M. _The Angel's Message_ (208) While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind,-- "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Savior, who is Christ, the Lord; And this shall be the sign: 4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song: 6 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace: Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease!" Nahum Tate, 1696. 97 Zerah. C.M. _The Chorus of Angels._ (210) Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply, And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high. 4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring-- "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King." Edmund H. Sears, 1835. 98 Antioch. C.M. _Psalm 98._ (200) Joy to the world! the Lord is come: Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns: Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 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 The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Isaac Watts, 1709. 99 Antioch. C.M. _Christ's Mission._ (202) Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes-- The Savior promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And, with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge, 1735. 100 Antioch. C.M. _Jesus is God._ (195) Jesus is God! the glorious bands Of holy angels sing Songs of adoring praise to him, Their Maker and their King. 2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, On Calvary's cross, true God; He who, in heaven, eternal reigned, In time, on earth abode. 3 Jesus is God! there never was A time when he was not; Boundless, eternal, merciful, The Word the Sire begot. 4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch, Onward through endless bliss; For there are two eternities, And both alike are his. 5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now, But compass land and sea, To teach and tell this single truth, How happy should I be! 6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice, I would proclaim so loud, Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful, Is everlasting God. Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862. 101 Herald Angels. 7s D. (219) Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." Joyful all ye nations, rise; Join the triumph of the skies! With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. 2 See, he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail the incarnate Deity. Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel. 3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness; Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Let us, then, with angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." C. Wesley, 1759 102 Herald Angels. 7s D. _Glory to God._ (204) Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemer's birth; Mortals! awake: let every tongue Proclaim his matchless worth. 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done! 3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race! Arise, and shout for joy; He comes, with rich abounding grace To save and not destroy. 4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth, And fill the world with light, That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might. William Hurn, 1813. 1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s. _God's Salvation Morning._ What means this glorious radiance Across Judea's plain? Those white-winged angels singing In such exultant strain? Cho.--The King of glory cometh, Earth's broken hearts to bind, And God's salvation morning Hath dawned for all mankind. 2 What means this wondrous story The holy angels tell? Of one who reigned in heaven, And now on earth would dwell? 3 Why bend these Eastern sages To one of lowly birth? What means this heav'nly message Of love and peace on earth? 4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness, On ocean deep and land, Hail! hail! the joyful tidings, The morning is at hand. M. E. Servoss. 104 Invitation. C.M. _The Forgiving One._ (232) What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone Around thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! 2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee; Like thee, O Lord! to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 4 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that springs From union, Lord, with thee. Edward Denny, 1839. 105 Invitation. C.M. _The True Test._ We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has yet its Olivet, And love its Galilee. 3 The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 4 Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name. 5 O Lord and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine! J. G. Whittier. 106 Invitation. C.M. _Childhood of Jesus._ (228) In stature grows the heavenly Child, With death before his eyes; A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, Prepared for sacrifice. 2 The Son of God his glory hides With parents mean and poor; And he who made the heavens abides In dwelling-place obscure. 3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky No earthly toil refuse; And he who set the stars on high A humble trade pursues. 4 He before whom the angels stand. At whose behest they fly, Now yields himself to man's command, And lays his glory by. 5 The Father's name we loudly raise, The Son we all adore, The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, Both now and evermore. Anon. 107 Invitation. C.M. _A Man of Sorrow._ (229) A pilgrim through this lonely world, The blessed Savior passed; A mourner all his life was he, A dying Lamb at last 2 That tender heart which felt for all, For us its life-blood gave; It found on earth no resting-place. Save only in the grave. 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? Or love a faithless, evil world That wreathed his brow with thorn? 4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, Like him obedient still, We homeward press, through storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill. H. Bonar. 108 Olivet. L.M. _The Meekness of Jesus._ (242) How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine; That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! 2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright, Thou God of God, thou Light of Light! Oh, who, like thee, did ever go So patient through a world of woe? 3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? 4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee; Yet love, through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe! And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838. 109 Olivet. L.M. _The Teaching of Jesus._ (243) How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke; To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. John Bowring, 1823. 110 Olivet. L.M. _Christ's Example._ (239) My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy Word; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 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 Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew; Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1709. 111 Overberg. L.M. _The Miracles of Christ._ (247) 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. 3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood; He rises, the triumphant God! Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence, and forever, from my heart, I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. Isaac Watts, 1709. 113 Overberg. L.M. _Entry into Jerusalem._ (248) Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; O Savior meek, pursue thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Bide on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; O Christ, thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his sapphire throne Awaits his own anointed Son. 5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp, ride on to die; Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, thy power and reign. Henry Hart Milman, 1827. 113 Overberg. L.M. _The Transfiguration._ (245) Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, Of glory that the church shall share, Which Christ upon the mountain shows, Where brighter than the sun he glows! 2 From age to age the tale declare, How with the three disciples there, Where Moses and Elias meet, The Lord holds converse high and sweet. 3 The law and prophets there have place, Two chosen witnesses of grace; The Father's voice from out the cloud Proclaimed his only Son aloud. 4 With shining face and bright array Christ deigns to manifest to-day, What glory shall be theirs above Who joy in God with perfect love. Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851. 114 Bavaria. 8s & 7s D. _Christ Our Example._ (251) Ever would I fain be reading, In the ancient holy Book, Of my Savior's gentle pleading, Truth in ev'ry word and look. How to all the sick and tearful Help was ever gladly shown; How he sought the poor and fearful, Called them brothers and his own. 2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him, And was bidden to depart; How, with gentle words he taught him, Took the death from out his heart. Still I read the ancient story,-- And my joy is ever new,-- How for us he left his glory, How he still is kind and true. 3 How the flock he gently leadeth, Whom his Father gave him here; How his arms he widely spreadeth, To his heart to draw us near. Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee, Let my heart in tears o'erflow, Melted by thy love adore thee, Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe. Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829. Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858 115 Heber. C.M. _The Example of Christ._ (236) Behold where, in the Friend of man, Appears each grace divine! The virtues all in Jesus meet, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. 3 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, His image may we bear; Oh, may we tread his sacred steps, And his bright glories share. William Endfield, 1802. 116 Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M. _Christ's Love._ In vain in high and holy lays My soul her grateful voice would raise; For who can sing the worthy praise Of the wonderful love of Jesus? Cho.--Wonderful love! wonderful love! Wonderful love of Jesus! Wonderful love! wonderful love! Wonderful love of Jesus! 2 A joy by day, a peace by night, In storms a calm, in darkness light; In pain a balm, in weakness might, Is the wonderful love of Jesus. 3 My hope for pardon when I call, My trust for lifting when I fall; In life, in death, my all in all, Is the wonderful love of Jesus. E.S. Lorenz. 117 Olive's Brow. L.M. _Christ in Gethsemane._ (253) 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Savior prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, The Savior wrestles lone with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe. W.B. Tappan, 1822. 118 Windham. L.M. _"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"_ (256) From Calvary a cry was heard-- A bitter and heart-rending cry; My Savior! ev'ry mournful word Bespoke thy soul's deep agony 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless holy One! And all the eager hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, These thou could'st bear, nor once repine; But when Jehovah veiled his face, Unutterable pangs were thine. 4 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! He died that we might never die. John W. Cunningham, 1820. 119 Zephyr. L.M. _Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261) 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 his blood. 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 crown? 4 Were all the realms of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. 120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double. (300) O sacred head, now wounded! With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was thine! Yet tho' despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain; Lo! here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; Look on me with thy favor; Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken, I thus with safety hide; My Lord of life! desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside thy cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to thee. Paul Gerhardt, 1659. 121 Avon. C.M. _Before the Cross._ (281) Alas! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin! 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. Isaac Watts, 1709. Cho.--Jesus died for you, And Jesus died for me, Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; Bless God, salvation's free. Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when thou sittest on thy throne. O Lord, remember me. 122 Avon. C.M. _Jesus Died for Me._ Great God, when I approach thy throne And all thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me. 2 How can a soul condemned to die, Escape the just decree? Helpless and full of sin am I, But Jesus died for me. 3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, Oh, how can I get free? No peace can all my efforts gain, But Jesus died for me. 4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face, This must be all my plea; Save me by thy almighty grace, For Jesus died for me. W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877. 123 Cowper. C.M. _Contrition at the Cross._ (283) O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, While at thy cross I kneel, Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, And all thy sorrows feel. 2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, This heart so hard before; I hear thee for the guilty plead, And grief o'erflows the more. 3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die, And I a sinner stand; What love speaks from thy dying eye, And from each pierced hand! 4 I know this cleansing blood of thine Was shed, dear Lord, for me; For me, for all--oh, grace divine!-- Who look by faith on thee. Ray Palmer, 1867. 124 Cowper. C.M. _Resting Beneath the Cross._ (277) Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee; Beneath its shelter take my seat: No shade like this for me! 2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, A fountain sparkling free; And there I quench my desert thirst: No spring like this for me! 3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent Beneath this spreading tree; Here shall my pilgrim life be spent: No home like this for me! 4 For burdened ones a resting-place Beside that cross I see; Here I cast off my weariness: No rest like this for me! H. Bonar, 1857. 125 The Cross. C.M. _The Precious Love._ (530) The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross! The hallowed cross I see; Reminding me of precious blood That once was shed for me. Cho.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood, That Jesus shed for me; Upon the cross, in crimson flood, Just now by faith I see. 2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross, My Savior bore for me; It bowed him to the earth with grief On sad Mount Calvary 3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds; Oh, they were made for me! His hands and feet, his holy head, All pierced and torn I see. 4 The death, the death, the awful death! That Jesus died for me; I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive," His bleeding side I see. 5 The love, the love, the matchless love, That bled upon the tree! It melts my heart, it wins my love, It brings me, Lord, to thee. J.H. Stockton. 126 Gorton. S.M. _Our Ransom Paid._ (296) Our sins on Christ were laid; He bore the mighty load; Our ransom price he fully paid In groans, and tears, and blood. 2 To save a world he dies; Sinners, behold the Lamb! To him lift up your longing eyes; Seek mercy in his name. 3 Pardon and peace abound; He will your sins forgive; Salvation in his name is found,-- He bids the sinner live. 4 Jesus, we look to thee;-- Where else can sinners go? Thy boundless love shall set us free From wretchedness and woe. J. Fawcett, 1760. 127 Gorton. S.M. _For Me He Died._ (300) Are there no wounds for me? Hast thou received them all? How can I, Lord, the anguish see, Beneath which thou didst fall? 2 'Tis over now, I know,-- That suffering life of thine; Thy precious blood has ceased to flow, Thou wear'st thy crown divine; 3 But yet, I weeping see The thorns which pierced thy head; Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me, For me to death thou'rt led! 4 Meekly, with love divine, Thy holy head is bent, And streams of blood, for sins of mine, Flow where thy side is rent. 5 Beneath this sacred flood I bow my sinful soul; Dear Savior, let thy precious blood Wash me and make me whole. Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868. 128 Owen. S.M. _The Savior's Tears._ (298) Did Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears-- The wondering angels see! Be thou astonished, O my soul! He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept--that we might weep-- Each sin demands a tear; In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 129 Toplady. 7s, 6. _Rock of Ages._ (515) Rock of ages, cleft for me! Let me hide myself in thee: Let the water and the blood, From thy side a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone; In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne-- Rock of Ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. Cho.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee, Let me hide myself in thee. 130 Salvator Mundi. 7s. D. _The Litany._ (513) By thy birth, and by thy tears; By thy human griefs and fears; By thy conflict in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power-- Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. 2 By the tenderness that wept O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept; By the bitter tears that flow'd Over Salem's lost abode-- Savior, look with thy pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. 3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; By the fearful conflict there; By thy cross and dying cries; By thy one great sacrifice,-- Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. 4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; By thy power the lost to save; By thy high, majestic throne; By the empire all thine own,-- Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. Sir Robert Grant, 1815. 131 Rathbun. 8s &7s. _Glorying in the Cross._ (979) In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more luster to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. Sir John Bowring, 1825. 132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. _Looking to the Cross._ (980) Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend! 2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace, with God. 3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before the cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye. 4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Love I much?--I've much forgiven,-- I'm a miracle of grace. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding,-- Life deriving from his death. James Allen, 1761. Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176. 133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. _The Price of Salvation._ When I view my Savior bleeding, For my sins upon the tree; Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding Great his love appears to me! 2 Floods of deep distress and anguish. To impede his labors, came; Yet they all could not extinguish Love's eternal, burning flame. 3 Now redemption is completed, Full salvation is procured; Death and Satan are defeated, By the sufferings he endured. 4 Now the gracious Mediator, Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me, a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace! 5 Sure, such infinite affection Lays the highest claims to mine; All my powers, without exception, Should in fervent praises join. 6 Jesus, fit me for thy service; Form me for thyself alone; I am thy most costly purchase,-- Take possession of thine own. R. Lee. 134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M. _Return for Christ's Sufferings._ I gave my life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou mightst ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; I gave, I gave my life for thee, What hast thou given for me? 2 My Father's house of light, My glory-circled throne, I left for earthly night, For wand'rings sad and lone; I left, I left it all for thee, Hast thou left aught for me? 3 I suffered much for thee, More than thy tongue can tell, Of bitterest agony, To rescue thee from hell; I've borne, I've borne it all for thee, What hast thou borne for me? 4 And I have brought to thee, Down from my home above, Salvation full and free, My pardon and my love; I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, What hast thou brought to me? Frances R. Havergal. 135 Come to the Cross. P.M. _Blessing at the Cross._ Come to the cross, where the Savior died, Look to the Lamb that was crucified; Turn to the mournful and tragic scene, Gaze on the suffering Nazarene. Cho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live! Look, for eternal life he will give. Come to the cross, where the Savior died, Look to the Lamb that was crucified. 2 Fall at the feet of the dying One, Trust in the name of the Father's Son; Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood, Seek for thy cure in the healing flood. 3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love, Cherish the hope of a crown above; Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven, Lean on the promise of rest in heaven. Rev. J.H. Martin. 136 Near the Cross. P.M. _Near the Cross._ Jesus, keep me near the cross There a precious fountain Free to all--a healing stream, Flows from Calvary's mountain. Cho.--In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. 2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and morning star Shed its beams around me. 3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God, Bring its scenes before me; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadows o'er me. 4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river. Fanny J. Crosby. 137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M. _Christ's Crucifixion._ Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, Saw ye my Savior and God? Oh! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood. 2 He was extended, he was extended, Painfully nailed to the cross; Here he bowed his head and died; Thus my Lord was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior! Prince, and the Author of peace! Oh! he burst the bars of death, And, triumphant from the earth, He ascended to mansions of bliss. 4 There interceding, there interceding, Pleading that sinners may live; Crying, "Father, I have died; Oh, behold my hands and side! Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!" 5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them When they repent and believe; Let them now return to thee, And be reconciled to me, And salvation they all shall receive." 138 Baca. L.M. _Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._ (264) 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 power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Atoned for sins that we have done. 3 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. 4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live; The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. Isaac Watts, 1719. 139 Baca. L.M. _Peace and Safety at the Cross._ (265) Beneath thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see thy bloody crown; Love drops in blood from every vein; Love is the spring of all thy pain. 2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, And spend my longing hours away; Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate thy woes again. 3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest! Where inward fears are all suppressed; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure. Wm. Williams. 140 Baca. L.M. _Thanks to Jesus for His Love._ (270) O love! who gav'st thy life for me, And won an everlasting good Through thy sore anguish on the tree, I ever think upon thy blood! 2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved For this cold heart, unworthy thine, Whom the cold grave and death received, I thank thee for that grief divine. 3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die To win eternal life for me, To bring salvation from on high: Oh, draw me up through love to thee! From the German. Author unknown. 141 Woodstock. C.M. _Christ's Triumph over Death._ (309) The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings; Defeated hell stands sullen by, The world exulting sings. 2 While he, the King all strong to save, Rends the dark doors away, And through the breaches of the grave Strides forth into the day. 3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison Past fettered he has lain; But he has mastered death, is risen, And death wears now the chain. 4 The shining angels cry, "Away With grief; no spices bring; Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, Should greet the rising King!" Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867. 142 Warwick. C.M. _Resurrection and Ascension._ (311) Hosanna to the Prince of Light, Who clothed himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoiled our hellish foes. 3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft And to his Father flies, With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 There our exalted Savior reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. Isaac Watts, 1709. 143 Nuremburg. 7s. _The Lord is Risen._ (322) Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight; the battle won: Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-- Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise-- Christ hath opened paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save: Where's thy victory, boasting grave? Charles Wesley, 1739. 144 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s. _Resurrection and Ascension._ (325) Angel! roll the rock away; Death! yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise Fame's eternal trump of praise: Let the world's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong; Shout the Son of God, this morn From his sepulcher new-born. 4 Heaven displays her portals wide; Glorious Hero! through them ride! King of glory! mount the throne-- Thy great Father's and thine own. Thomas Scott, 1772. 145 Hudson. S.M. _The Lord is Risen._ (313) '"The Lord is risen indeed!" The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransomed seed To reign in endless day. 2 "The Lord is risen indeed!" He lives to die no more; He lives his people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 3 "The Lord is risen indeed!" Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join all the bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly, 1804. 146 Mendon. L.M. _Exaltation of Christ._ (318) Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son; Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, And tell the wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love. 3 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues And echoes through the heavenly plains. Isaac Watts, 1707. 147 Mendon. L.M. _The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319) The morning kindles all the sky; The heavens resound with anthems high; The shining angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed." 2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred While Roman guards kept watch and ward; Majestic from the spoiled tomb, In pomp of triumph he has come! 3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee. 4 His pierced hands to them he shows; His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angel's message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!" Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles. 148 Harmony Grove. L.M. _Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320) Hail! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love, Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above. 2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought his Son; Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won. 3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And hope with gladness raised her head. E. Wardlaw, 1814. 149 Baltzell. L.M. _My Redeemer Lives._ I know that my Redeemer lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives; He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives, my ever-living Head. 2 He lives, to bless me with his love; He lives, to plead for me above; He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, to bless in time of need; 3 He lives, to grant me rich supply; He lives, to guide me with his eye; He lives, to comfort me when faint; He lives, to hear my soul's complaint; 4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend; He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Savior still the same-- Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives. Samuel Medley, 1789. 150 Dort. 6s & 4s. _Glorious Conqueror._ (329) Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, Into thy native skies, Assume thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled; Pass thro' these gates of gold, And reign in light. 2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant strain; Praises all heav'n inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of fire; Thou Lamb, once slain. 3 Enter, incarnate God! No feet but thine have trod The serpent down; Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider your portals throw! Savior, triumphant, go And take thy crown. 4 Lion of Judah, hail! And let thy name prevail From age to age; Lord of the rolling years, Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thine heritage. Matthew Bridges, 1848. 151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _Jesus Reigns._ (354) Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the God of love; See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone. 2 King of glory! reign forever-- Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. 3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away;-- Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,-- "Glory to our King!" Thomas Kelly, 1806. 152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _The Return to Heaven._ (353) Jesus comes, his conflict over,-- Comes to claim his great reward; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the man on earth rejected! Angels worship at his feet: Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 3 Day and night they cry before him,-- "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. Thomas Kelly, 1804. 153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _We Live in Him._ (333) See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate! Hark! the choirs of angel voices Joyful hallelujahs sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King. 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory; He, who on the cross did suffer, He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes. 3 Thou hast raised our human nature, On the clouds to God's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own. Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. 154 Coronation. C.M. _Crown Him Lord of All._ (336) All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780. 155 Elizabethtown. C.M. _The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338) Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast. 2 Below he washed our guilt away, By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o'ercame. 4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name; Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our mouths his praise proclaim. Anon. 1818. 156 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Perfect Through Suffering._ (337) The head, that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is his--is his by right; "The King of kings, and Lord of lords," And heaven's eternal Light. 3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know. 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name--an everlasting name; Their joy--the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with him above; Their profit and their joy--to know The mystery of his love. 6 The cross he bore is life and health-- Though shame and death to him; His people's hope, his people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Thomas Kelly, 1820. 157 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Christ's Compassion to the Weak._ (341) With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What every member bears. 4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour. Isaac Watts, 1709. 158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M. _The Lord is at Hand._ There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky, Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year, And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. Cho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near; Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near! Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll, And the King in his glory shall appear. 2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared, And the looking for the Savior to appear, That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. 3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord, For the King ere the kingdom must appear; Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood! Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near. 4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long, And the hearts of men are failing them for fear; Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song, That the coming of the kingdom draweth near. D. W. Whittle. 159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s. _Christ's Coming Desired._ (224) Come, thou long-expected Jesus! Born to set thy people free! From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear desire of ev'ry nation, Joy of ev'ry longing heart. 3 Born, thy people to deliver; Born a child, and yet a King; Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to thy glorious throne. Charles Wesley, 1744. 160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s. _The Day of the Lord._ Our Lord is now rejected, And by the world disowned, By the many still neglected, And by the few enthroned, But soon he'll come in glory, The hour is drawing nigh, For the crowning day is coming by and by. Cho.--Oh, the crowning day is coming, Is coming by and by, When our Lord shall come in "power," And "glory" from on high. Oh, the glorious sight will gladden, Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming by and by. 2 The heavens shall glow with splendor, But brighter far than they The saints shall shine in glory, As Christ shall them array, The beauty of the Savior, Shall dazzle every eye, In the crowning day that's coming by and by. 3 Our pain shall then be over, We'll sin and sigh no more, Behind us all of sorrow, And nought but joy before, A joy in our Redeemer, As we to him are nigh, In the crowning day that's coming by and by. 4 Let all that look for, hasten The coming joyful day, By earnest consecration, To walk the narrow way. By gathering in the lost ones, For whom our Lord did die, For the crowning day that's coming by and by. D.W. Whittle 161 Truro. L.M. _The Church Longing for Christ._ (907) Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes For thine expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates? 2 E'en now when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption's nigh. 3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled, All nations bow to thy command, And grace revive a dying world. 4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us by thy grace to share, The triumphs of thy conquering power. William H. Bathurst, 1831. 162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D. _Crown Him Lord of All._ (615) Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found; Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior, Let his courts with praise resound. 2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; Thee our Savior! thee our God! From his throne his beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. Jesus, thee our Savior hailing Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne. William Goode, 1811. 163 Abt. 8s & 7s. _Much Forgiven._ (616) Hail! my ever blessed Jesus! Only thee I wish to sing. To my soul, thy name is precious, Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven! Oh! what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. 3 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Savior passed that way 4 Witness, all ye host of heaven! My Redeemer's tenderness; Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. 5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir! Praise the Lamb enthroned above; Whilst, astonished, I admire God's free grace, and boundless love. 6 That blest moment I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace: Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. John Wingrove, 1806. 164 Olivet. 6s & 4s. _Veni, Sancte Spiritus!_ (386) Come, Holy Ghost! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Divinely good thou art; Thy sacred gifts impart, To gladden each sad heart; Oh! come to-day! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest! With soothing power; Rest, which the weary know; Shade, 'mid the noontide glow; Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; Cheer us, this hour! 3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: We know no dawn but thine; Send forth thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest. 4 Exalt our low desires; Extinguish passion's fires; Heal every wound; Our stubborn spirits bend; Our icy coldness end; Our devious steps attend, While heavenward bound. Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858. 165 Olivet. 6s & 4s. _The Spirit of Truth._ (387) Thou! whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, "Let there be light!" 2 Thou! who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind;-- Oh! now to all mankind, "Let there be light!" 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving holy Dove! Speed forth thy flight: Move o'er the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And, in earth's darkest place, "Let there be light!" John Marriott, 1813. 166 Balerma. C.M. _Breathing after the Holy Spirit._ (363) Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! With all thy quickening powers,-- Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look--how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach 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. 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live, At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, And that shall kindle ours. Isaac Watts, 1707. 167 Balerma. C.M. _The Source of Life and Light._ (364) Great Spirit! by whose mighty power All creatures live and move, On us thy benediction shower; Inspire our souls with love. 2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine; Darkness and doubt dispel; Give peace and joy, for we are thine; In us forever dwell. 3 From death to life our spirits raise; Complete redemption bring; New tongues impart to speak the praise Of Christ, our God and King. 4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown To all the world beside; Exalting, then, we feel, and own Our Jesus glorified. Thomas Howels, 1792. 168 Arlington. C.M. _The Descent of the Spirit._ (369) Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, And make this house thy home; Descend with all thy gracious powers, Oh, come, great Spirit! come. 2 Come as the light; to us reveal Our emptiness and woe; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts, Like sacrificial flame; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings, The wings of peaceful love; And let thy church on earth become Blessed as the church above. 5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound And pentecostal grace; That all, of woman born, may see The glory of thy face. Andrew Reed, 1841. 169 Arlington. C.M. _Assurance._ Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 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. Isaac Watts, 1709. 170 Arlington. C.M. _The Spirit's Work._ (366) Eternal Spirit! by whose power Are burst the bands of death, On our cold hearts thy blessings shower, And stir them with thy breath. 2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way, Each rising fear control, And, with a warm, enlivening ray, To melt the icy soul. 3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed, To raise us when we fall; To calm the doubting, troubled breast, And aid when sinners call. 4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word, And write it on our heart; There its reviving truths record, And there its peace impart. 5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus Our hearts, and guide our ways; Pour down thy quickening grace on us, And tune our lips to praise. Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830. 171 Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D. _The Guide._ Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, Ever near the Christian's side; Gently lead us by the hand, Pilgrims in a desert land; Weary souls fore'er rejoice, While they hear that sweetest voice Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home. 2 Ever present, truest Friend, Ever near thine aid to lend, Leave us not to doubt and fear, Groping on in darkness drear, When the storms are raging sore, Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home. 3 When our days of toil shall cease, Waiting still for sweet release, Nothing left but heaven and prayer, Wondering if our names were there; Wading deep the dismal flood, Pleading nought but Jesus' blood, Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home. M.M. Wells. 172 Pleyel. 7s. _The Holy Spirit in Conversion._ (383) Gracious Spirit, love divine, Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of heaven and love. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in his precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart! Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, forever thine. John Stocker, 1776. 173 Zephyr. L.M. _The Descent of the Spirit._ (375) Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love, Who sitt'st enthroned in light above! Descend, and bear us on thy wings, Far from these low and fleeting things. 2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal, 'Tis thine to make the hardened feel; Thine to give light to blinded eyes, And bid the groveling spirit rise. 3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, When grief or doubt our soul assails, Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? Great Comforter! be ever near. 4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire; With burning zeal our souls inspire; Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm, Our joys refresh, our passions calm. 5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam; Come like the cooling, cleansing stream; With all thy graces present be:-- Spirit of God! we wait for thee. William Lindsay Alexander, 1867. 174 Whitefield. S.M. _The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence._ (378) Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams arise, Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never dying love. 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, And new create the whole. 4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; Our minds from bondage free. Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and thee. Joseph Hart, 1759. 175 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. _The Fullness of the Spirit._ Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit; Bathe my trembling heart and brow; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come and fill me now. Cho.--Fill me now, fill me now; Jesus, come, and fill me now; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come, and fill me now. 2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, Tho' I cannot tell thee how; But I need thee, greatly need thee, Come, oh, come, and fill me now. 3 I am weakness, full of weakness; At thy sacred feet I bow; Blest, divine, eternal Spirit, Fill with power, and fill me now. 4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me; Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow; Thou art comforting and saving, Thou art sweetly filling now. E.H. Stokes, D.D. 176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. _Guide and Comforter._ Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, Ever watchful, ever kind, Thy celestial aid possessing, Prisoned souls deliverance find. 2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union, Source of light, and Flame of love, Symbol of divine communion, In the olive-bearing dove. 3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, Comforter of minds distressed, When the billows fill with terror; Pointing to an ark of rest. 4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, Greater than all gifts below, May our hearts thy grace inherit; May our lips thy glories show! Thomas J. Judkin. 177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. _The Source of Consolation._ Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; Pierce the clouds of nature's night; Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. 2 From the height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. 3 Author of the new creation, Come with unction and with power; Make our hearts thy habitation; On our souls thy graces shower. 4 Hear, O hear our supplication, Blessed Spirit, God of peace! Rest upon this congregation, With the fullness of thy grace. Paul Gerhardt, 1653. Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt. 178 Kentucky. S.M. _Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405) Ah! how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? 3 All-seeing, powerful God, Who can with thee contend? Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? 4 Ah! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him and escape, But through the Savior's blood. Isaac Watts, 1707. 179 Kentucky. S.M. _An Evil Heart._ (406) Astonished and distressed, I turn mine eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, The source of every sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there! Envy and pride, deceit and guile, Distrust and slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints! These tyrant lusts subdue; Drive the old serpent from his seat, And all my powers renew. 4 This done,--my cheerful voice Shall loud hosannas raise; My heart shall glow with gratitude, My lips be filled with praise. Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 180 Olmutz. S.M. _The Reign of Sin._ (407) How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise. 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. 3 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 4 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. Isaac Watts, 1709. 181 Downs. C.M. _The Need of Regeneration._ (396) How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God. 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue? 'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine, To form the heart anew. 3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall, From reason's darkened eyes. 4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord! be thine. Anne Steele, 1760. 182 Downs. C.M. _Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._ (397) How sad our state by nature is! Our sin--how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds, Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word;-- "Ho! ye despairing sinners! come And trust a faithful Lord." 3 My soul obeys the gracious call And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord! Oh! help my unbelief. 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God! I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul, From crimes of deepest dye. 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness My Jesus, and my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. 183 Downs. C.M. _Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400) Sinners, this solemn truth regard, Hear, all ye sons of men; For Christ, the Savior, hath declared, "Ye must be born again." 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain; Thus saith the glorious Son of God, "Ye must be born again." 3 That which is born of flesh is flesh, And flesh it will remain: Then marvel not that Jesus saith, "Ye must be born again." 4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain: Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, That we are born again. John Fawcett. 184 Rockbridge. L.M. _Man's Need of Christ._ (402) Buried in shadows of the night We lie, till Christ restores the light; Till he descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind. 2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Till his atoning blood appears; Then we awake from deep distress, And sing the Lord our righteousness. 3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, And binds his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness Thou art our mighty all, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. Isaac Watts, 1709. 185 Melody. C.M. _Law and Grace._ (399) Vain are the hopes, the sons of men On their own works have built; Their hearts by nature all unclean, And all their actions, guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murm'ring word; And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord. 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now, Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do. 4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace! When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness, That makes the sinner just. Isaac Watts, 1709. 186 Glorious Fountain. C.M. _Glorious Fountain._ (407) There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain! Here will I stay, And in thee ever Wash my sins away. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see, That fountain in his day, And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood, Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God, Are saved to sin no more. 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. William Cowper, 1779. 187 Siloam. C.M. _The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488) When wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound: One hand alone, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One heart alone, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand, that brings relief; His heart, that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief. 4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! Unseal that cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin, But in thy wounded side. Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858. 188 Siloam. C.M. _Salvation._ Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! What pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To Thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. Isaac Watts. 189 Dunbar. S.M. _All Invited._ (446) How, vast, how full, how free, The mercy of our God! Proclaim the blessed news around, And spread it all abroad. Cho.--I'm glad salvation's free! I'm glad salvation's free! Salvation's free for you and me, I'm glad salvation's free! 2 How vast! "whoever will" May drink at mercy's stream, And know that faith in Jesus brings Salvation now to him. 3 How full! it doth remove The stain of every sin; And makes the soul as white and pure, As though no sin had been. 4 Poor trembling sinner, come! God waits to comfort thee, Come, cast thyself upon his love, So vast, so full, so free. Vestry H. & T. Book. 190 Boylston. S.M. _The Better Sacrifice._ (297) 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 heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burden thou didst bear; While hanging on the cursed tree, And knows her guilt was there. Isaac Watts 191 Jesus Saves. P.M. _Atonement for All._ We have heard the joyful sound, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Spread the tidings all around, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Bear the news to ev'ry land, Climb the steeps and cross the waves; Onward! 'tis our Lord's command; Jesus saves, Jesus saves! 2 Waft it on the rolling tide, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Tell to sinners far and wide, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Sing, ye islands of the sea, Echo back, ye ocean caves; Earth shall keep her jubilee; Jesus saves, Jesus saves! 3 Sing above the battle strife, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! By his death and endless life, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Sing it softly thro' the gloom, When the heart for mercy craves; Sing in triumph o'er the tomb, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! 4 Give the winds a mighty voice, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Let the nations now rejoice, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Shout salvation full and free, Highest hills and deepest caves; This our song of victory, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Priscilla J. Owens. 192 Boylston. S.M. _Ark of Salvation._ Like Noah's weary dove That soared the earth around, But not a resting place above The cheerless waters found, 2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam; All the wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home. 3 Behold the ark of God, Behold the open door; Hasten to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There safe thou shalt abide, There sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blessed. Wm. A. Muhlenberg. 193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s. _A Joyful Message._ Sinners Jesus will receive; Sound this word of grace to all Who the heavenly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall. Ref.--Sing it o'er and o'er again; Christ receiveth sinful men, Make the message clear and plain: Christ receiveth sinful men. 2 Come, and he will give you rest; Trust him for his word is plain; He will take the sinfulest; Christ receiveth sinful men. 3 Now my heart condemns me not, Pure before the law I stand; He who cleansed me from all spot, Satisfied its last demand. 4 Christ receiveth sinful men, Even me with all my sin; Purged from every spot and stain, Heaven with him I'll enter in. Arr. from Neumaster, 1671. 194 Depth of Mercy. 7s. _The Chief of Sinners_ (501) Depth of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still; Jesus weeps and loves me still. 2 I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 There for me the Savior stands; Shows his wounds and spreads his hands; God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 4 Now incline me to repent; Let me now my fall lament; Now my foul revolt deplore; Weep, believe, and sin no more. Charles Wesley, 1740. 195 Lenox. H.M. _The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461) Blow ye the trumpet, blow! The gladly solemn sound, Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made: Ye weary spirits! rest, Ye mournful souls! be glad; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God,-- The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption in his blood, Throughout the world, proclaim; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. 4 Ye, who have sold for naught Your heritage above! Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. Charles Wesley, 1755. 196 Lenox. H. M. _The Sacrifice._ Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconciled, His pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. _Jesus Paid It All._ I hear the Savior say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in me thine all in all. Cho.--Jesus paid it all, All to him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. 2 Lord, now indeed I find Thy power, and thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone. 3 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim-- I'll wash my garment white In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. 4 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, Then "Jesus paid it all" Shall rend the vaulted skies. 5 And when before the throne I stand in him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet. Mrs. Elvina M. Hall. 198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. _Rev. 22:17._ (479) Come to the blood-stained tree; The Victim bleeding lies; God sets the sinner free, Since Christ, a ransom, dies. 2 The Spirit will apply His blood to cleanse thy stain; Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh, For none can come in vain! 3 Dark though thy guilt appear, And deep its crimson stain, There's boundless mercy here, Oh, do not still disdain. 4 Look not within for peace, Within, there's nought to cheer; Look up, and find release From sin, and self, and fear. 199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M. _A Complete Atonement._ Christ has for sin atonement made, What a wonderful Savior! We are redeem'd, the price is paid, What a wonderful Savior! Cho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus! What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord! 2 I praise him for the cleansing blood, What a wonderful Savior! That reconciled my soul to God, What a wonderful Savior! 3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin, What a wonderful Savior! And now he reigns and rules therein, What a wonderful Savior! 4 He walks beside me in the way, What a wonderful Savior! And keeps me faithful day by day, What a wonderful Savior! 5 He gives me overcoming power, What a wonderful Savior! And triumph in each conflict hour, What a wonderful Savior! 6 To him I've given all my heart, What a wonderful Savior! The world shall never share a part, What a wonderful Savior! E. A. Hoffman. 200 Wonderful Grace. P.M. _Divine Grace._ 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, This great salvation brings; The soul, delivered of its load, In sweetest rapture sings. Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace, Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace, 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, Flowing still freely for me. 2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, Which saves the soul from sin, The power of rising evil days, And reigns supreme within. 3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace; Its streams are full and free; Are flowing now for all the race, They even flow to me. Rev. W. H. Burrell. 201 Seeking for Me. P.M. _Christ's Atoning Work._ Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, Born in a manger to sorrow and shame; Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name, Seeking for me, for me. 2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? Dying for me, for me. 3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old, While I did wander afar from the fold, Gently and long he hath plead with my soul, Calling for me, for me. 4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high; Sweet is the promise as weary years fly; Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, Coming for me, for me. E. E. Hasty 202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. _At the Door._ (429) Behold a stranger at the door, He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long, is waiting still; You treat no other friend so ill. Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in, He'll cleanse the heart from sin, Oh, keep him no more out at the door, But let the dear Savior come in. 2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands With melting heart and loaded hands; Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes. 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? He will--the very friend you need; The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he. With garments died on Calvary. 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, Turn out his enemy and thine; That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn-- His feet, departed, ne'er return; Admit him, or the hour's at hand You'll at his door rejected stand. Joseph Grigg, 1765. 203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. _Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430) Oh, do not let the word depart, And close thine eyes against the light; Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? 2 To-morrow's sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight; This is the time, oh, then be wise! Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? 3 Our God in pity lingers still; And wilt thou thus his love requite? Renounce at length thy stubborn will; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? 4 The world has nothing left to give, It has no new, no pure delight; Oh, try the life which Christians live; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? 204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. _Sinners, Turn!_ Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands; Asks the work of his own hands,-- Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die? 2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God, your Savior, asks you why? He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself, that ye might live. Will ye let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace and die? 3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God; the Spirit, asks you why? He who all your lives hath strove, Urged you to embrace his love. Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? O ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? Rev. C. Wesley, 1745. 205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. _Delay._ (454) Hasten, sinner! to be wise, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Wisdom, if thou still despise, Harder is she 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 stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner! to return, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should fail to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. Thomas Scott, 1773. 206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. _The Voice of Jesus._ (451) Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come. 2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste. 3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain! Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn!-- 4 Hither come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812. 207 Why Do You Wait? P.M. _Immediate Decision._ Why do you wait, dear brother, Oh, why do you tarry so long? Your Savior is waiting to give you A place in his sanctified throng. Cho.--Why not? why not? Why not come to him now? Why not? why not? Why not come to him now? 2 What do you hope, dear brother, To gain by a further delay? There's no one to save you but Jesus, There's no other way but his way. 3 Do you not feel, dear brother, His Spirit now striving within? Oh, why not accept his salvation, And throw off thy burden of sin? 4 Why do you wait, dear brother, The harvest is passing away, Your Savior is longing to bless you, There's danger and death in delay. George F. Root. 208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. _Come and Welcome._ (455) From the cross uplifted high, Where the Savior deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear!-- "Love's redeeming' work is done-- Come and welcome, sinner, come! 2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- Why beneath thy burdens groan? On my pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid-- Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-- Come and welcome, sinner, come! 3 "Spread for thee, the festal board-- See with richest bounty stored; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Thou shalt be a child confessed, Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come! 4 "Soon the days of life shall end-- Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend! Safe your spirit to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home Come and welcome, sinner, come!" T. Haweis, 1792. 209 Azmon. C.M. _The Gospel Feast._ (417) Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor! Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest. 2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms; He calls,--he bids you come; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; But, see! there yet is room. 3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart; There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet 4 Oh! come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love: While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above. 5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstasies unknown. 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls! the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room. Anne Steele, 1760. 210 Azmon. C.M. _Gen. 6:3._ There is a line by us unseen, That crosses every path, The hidden boundary between God's patience and his wrath. 2 To pass that limit is to die, To die as if by stealth; It does not quench the beaming eye, Nor pale the glow of health. 3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne By which our path is crossed; Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? 4 How far may we go on to sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? 5 An answer from the skies is sent,-- "Ye that from God depart, While it is called to-day, repent, And harden not your heart." Joseph Addison Alexander. 211 Azmon. C.M. _The Last Resolve._ (416) Come, humble sinner! in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve: Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve:-- 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Like mountains round me close; I know his courts, I'll enter in Whatever may oppose. 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea; Perhaps will hear my prayer; But, if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 5 "I can but perish if I go, I am resolved to try; For, if I stay away, I know I must forever die." Edmund Jones, 1777. 212 Sessions. L.M. _My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427) Say, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-- It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call for life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened self-destroying men; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 5 Sinner! perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be: Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away Then hope may never beam on thee. Mrs. Ann B. Hyde. 213 Just As Thou Art. L.M. _Just As Thou Art._ (428) Just as thou art--without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace,-- Or meekness for the heav'nly place,-- Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come. 2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree; The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, That peace and pardon might be free;-- Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come. 3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed? Trust not the world; it gives no rest; I bring relief to hearts oppressed;-- Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come. 4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears; 'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;-- Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come. 5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!" Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!" Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come; Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come. Russell S. Cook, 1850, _a._ 214 Jesus is Calling. P.M. _The Call of Christ._ Jesus is tenderly calling thee home-- Calling to-day, calling to-day; Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam Farther and farther away? Ref.--Calling to-day, Calling to-day. Jesus is calling, Is tenderly calling to-day. 2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest-- Calling to-day, calling to-day; Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest; He will not turn thee away. 3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now-- Waiting to-day, waiting to-day; Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow; Come, and no longer delay. 4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice-- Hear him to-day, hear him to-day; They who believe on his name shall rejoice; Quickly arise and away. Fanny J. Crosby. 215 Goshen. 11s. _All Things Ready._ (469) Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!" And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away! Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? If sin is your burden, why will you not come? 'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home. 4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see. And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. Josiah Hopkins, 1830. 216 Goshen. 11s. _Danger of Delay._ (470) Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near; The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Savior is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,-- Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight; And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,-- To sink in the vale of eternity's night. Thomas Hastings, 1831. 217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s. _Divine Sympathy._ (477) There's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea; There's a kindness in his justice, Which is more than liberty. Ref.--He is calling, "Come to me;" Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee. 2 There's no place where earthly sorrows Are more felt than up in heaven; There's no place where earthly failings Have such kindly judgment given. 3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. 4 But we make his love too narrow, By false limits of our own; And we magnify his strictness With a zeal he will not own. 5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus; Come, but come not doubting thus; Come with faith that trusts more freely His great tenderness for us. 6 If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Frederick Faber, _ab._ 218 Come to Jesus. (478) Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now, Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now. 2 He will save you. 3 Oh, believe him. 4 He is able. 5 He is willing. 6 He'll receive you. 7 Call upon him. 8 He will hear you. 9 Look unto him. 10 He'll forgive you. 11 Flee to Jesus. 12 He will cleanse you. 13 He will clothe you. 14 Jesus loves you. 15 Don't reject him. 16 Only trust him. 17 Hallelujah. Amen. 219 Who'll Be the Next? P.M. _Delay Deplored._ Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next the cross to bear? Someone is ready, someone is waiting; Who'll be the next a crown to wear? Ref.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now? Follow Jesus now? 2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus-- Follow his weary, bleeding feet? Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden Down at the Father's mercy-seat? 3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next to praise his name? Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption-- Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb? 4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide? Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed, Singing upon the other side? Annie S. Hawks. 220 Let Him In. P.M. _The Stranger at the Door._ There's a stranger at the door, Let him in, He has been there oft before, Let him in; Let him in ere he is gone, Let him in, the Holy One, Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, Let him in. 2 Open now to him your heart, Let him in, If you wait he will depart, Let him in; Let him in, he is your Friend, He your soul will sure defend, He will keep you to the end, Let him in. 3 Hear you now his loving voice? Let him in, Now, oh, now make him your choice Let him in; He is standing at the door, Joy to you he will restore, And his name you will adore, Let him in. 4 Now admit the heavenly Guest, Let him in, He will make for you a feast, Let him in; He will speak your sins forgiv'n, And when earth ties all are riven, He will take you home to heaven, Let him in. Rev. J. B. Atchison. 221 Almost Persuaded. P.M. _"Almost," but Lost._ (475) "Almost persuaded" now to believe; "Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; Seems now some soul to say, "Go, Spirit, go thy way; Some more convenient day On thee I'll call." 2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; "Almost persuaded," turn not away, Jesus invites you here, Angels are ling'ring near, Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear; Oh, wand'rer, come! 3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past! "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! "Almost" cannot avail; "Almost" is but to fail! Sad, sad that bitter wail,-- "Almost," but lost! P. P. Bliss. 222 To-Day. 6s & 4s. (476) To-day the Savior calls! Ye wand'rers, come, Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam? 2 To-day the Savior calls! Oh, hear him now; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. 3 Today the Savior calls! For refuge fly! The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. 4 The Spirit calls to-day; Yield to his power; Oh, grieve him not away, 'Tis mercy's hour. 223 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Invitation Hymn._ (463) Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and pow'r; He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you; 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all; Not the righteous,-- Sinners Jesus came to call. Joseph Hart, 1759. Cho.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, Sound the praise of his dear name: Glory, honor, and salvation, Christ, the Lord, is come to reign. Cho.--I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in his arms, In the arms of my dear Savior, Oh, there are ten thousand charms! 224 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _The Voice of Mercy._ (466) Listen, sinner! mercy hails you; With her sweetest voice she calls; Bids you hasten to the Savior, Ere the hand of justice falls: Listen, sinner! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread! Hark! the awful thunders rolling Loud and louder o'er your head! Flee, oh, sinner! Lest the lightnings strike you dead. 3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior; Sue his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away, Hasten sinner! You must perish, if you stay. Andrew Reed, 1817. 225 Rhinehart. 7s & 6s. _Penitents Encouraged._ (458) Dropping souls! no longer mourn, Jesus still is precious; If to him you now return, Heav'n will be propitious; Jesus now is passing by, Calling wand'rers near him; Drooping souls! you need not die, Go to him and hear him! 2 He has pardons full and free, Drooping souls to gladden; Still he cries--"Come unto me, Weary, heavy laden!" Tho' your sins, like mountains high, Rise, and reach to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All shall be forgiven. 3 Precious is the Savior's name, All his saints adore him; He to save the dying came;-- Prostrate bow before him! Wand'ring sinner! now return; Contrite souls! believe him! Jesus calls you; cease to mourn; Worship him; receive him. Thomas Hastings. 1831. 226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s. _Judgment Day._ Soon the evening shadows falling Close the day of mortal life; Soon the hand of death appalling Draws thee from its weary strife. Cho.--Are you ready? are you ready? 'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? Are you ready? are you ready? Do not linger longer, come to-day. 2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding Calls thee to the judgment throne; Now prepare, for love abounding Yet has left thee not alone. 3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger! Art thou ready--ready now? Ready should Death's icy finger Lay its chill upon thy brow? 4 Priceless love and free salvation Freely still are offered thee; Yield no longer to temptation, But from sin and sorrow flee. J. W. Slaughenhaupt. 227 Windham. L.M. _The Broad Road._ Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. 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 heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint. And makes his own destruction sure. 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. Isaac Watts. 228 Gorton. S.M. _The Second Death._ (504) Oh, where shall rest be found-- Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! 5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone. James Montgomery, 1819. 229 No Room in Heaven. P.M. _Shut Out._ How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, All hopeless and unforgiven, The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, Should answer, No room in heaven. Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be! No room in heaven for thee! No room, no room, No room in heaven for thee! 2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past, The bright summer days all over; To know that the reapers had gathered the grain, And left thee alone forever. 3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near, Remember the love that he gave you; The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still, And Jesus now waits to save you. W. O. Cushing. 230 When the King Comes in. P.M. _The Final Test._ Called to the feast by the King are we, Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, When the King comes in? Ref.--When the King comes in, brother, When the King comes in! How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in? 2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, Glorified he who once died for men, Splendid the vision before us then, When the King comes in. 3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show Things hidden long from both friend and foe, Just what we are will each neighbor know, When the King comes in. 4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest Who is in white wedding garments dressed, Ah, well for us if we stand the test, When the King comes in. 5 Endless the separation then, Bitter the cry of deluded men, Awful that moment beyond all ken, When the King comes in. 6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, So to await thee each in his place, That we may fear not to see thy face When thou comest in. J.E. Landor. 231 When the Door is Shut. P.M. _The Present Invitation._ The door of salvation is open wide, And Jesus invites you to come; While mercy and pardon await within, Oh, enter while yet there is room. Ref.--When the door once is shut, To entreat will be vain; 'Twill never, no, never Be opened again. 2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests, The day and the hour are at hand; Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near; Oh, why do you doubtingly stand? 3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without, And plead for admittance in vain, You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice, And long for this moment again. M. E. Servoss. 232 Hebron. L.M. _My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495) Oh, that my load of sin were gone; Oh, that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down-- To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Savior of all, if mine thou art, Give me the meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within-- Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the power; My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. Charles Wesley, 1742. 233 Hebron. L.M. _Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493) Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart, the burden lies And past offenses 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 condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Charles Wesley, 1742. 234 Hebron. L.M. _Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494) Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears; And vexed and urged, thee to depart, For many long rebellious years. 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all whoe'er thy grace received! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; 4 This only woe I deprecate; This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate; Nor curse me with this want of love. 5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. Charles Wesley, 1749. 235 Woodworth. L.M. _Coming in Humility._ (489) Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 4 Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 6 Just as I am--thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! Charlotte Elliott, 1836. 236 Badea. S.M. _Decision._ (506) And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield, I can hold out no more: I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror. 3 Tho' late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, And seal me ever thine. 4 Come and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love. Charles Wesley, 1746. 237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s. _The Call Answered._ Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of his voice? Do you hear the accents falling? Will you make the precious choice? Ref.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning Just to hear the accents fall! I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning To the Savior's gentle call! 2 By his Spirit he is wooing, Softly drawing us to him, Thro' the day and night pursuing, With his gentle voice to win. 3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking To the wand'ring, erring ones; List! the voice the stillness breaking! Hear the sweet and solemn tones! 4 In his providential dealings, Even in his stern decrees, In the loudest thunders pealing, Or the murm'ring of the breeze. W. S. Marshall. 238 I Do Believe. C.M. _Unwearied Earnestness._ (491) Father, I stretch my hand to thee; No other help I know: If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? Cho.--I do believe, I now believe That Jesus died for me; And thro' his blood, his precious blood, I shall from sin be free. 2 What did thine only Son endure. Before I drew my breath? What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power; And all my wants thou would'st relieve, In this accepted hour. 4 Author of faith! to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; Oh, let me now receive that gift-- My soul without it dies. 5 Surely thou canst not let me die; Oh, speak, and I shall live, And here I will unwearied lie, Till thou thy Spirit give. 6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face; Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace. Charles Wesley 239 I Do Believe. C.M. _The Friend of Sinners._ (485) Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord! remember me. 2 Remember thy pure word of grace,-- Remember Calvary; Remember all thy dying groans, And, then, remember me. 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, Dear Lord! remember me. 4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile, But thy salvation's free; Then, in thine all abounding grace, Dear Lord! remember me. Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._ 240 Brown. C.M. _Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482) Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed; By wars without and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. John Newton, 1779. 241 Take Me As I Am. P.M. _No Hope in Self._ Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry; Unless thou help me, I must die; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh And take me as I am. Ref.--Take me as I am, Take me as I am; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, And take me as I am. 2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, But yet for me thy blood was spilt, And thou canst make me as thou wilt, But take me as I am. 3 I thirst, I long to know thy love, Thy full salvation I would prove; But since to thee I cannot move Oh, take me as I am. 4 If thou hast work for me to do, Inspire my will, my heart renew, And work both in and by me, too, But take me as I am. 5 And when at last the work is done. The battle o'er, the victory won, Still, still my cry shall be alone, Oh, take me as I am. Eliza H. Hamilton. 242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M. _The Source of Peace._ Would you lose your load of sin? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know God's peace within? Fix your eyes upon Jesus. Cho.--Jesus who on the cross did die, Jesus who lives and reigns on high, He alone can justify; Fix your eyes upon Jesus. 2 Would you calmly walk the wave? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know his pow'r to save? Fix your eyes upon Jesus. 3 Would you have your cares grow light? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you songs have in the night? Fix your eyes upon Jesus. 4 Grieving, would you comfort know? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Humble be when blessings flow? Fix your eyes upon Jesus. 5 Would you strength in weakness have? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; See a light beyond the grave? Fix your eyes upon Jesus. D. W. Whittle. 243 At the Cross. C.M. _Rom. 5:2._ (664) I stand; but not as once I did, Beneath my load of guilt; The blessed Jesus bore it all-- For me his blood was spilt. 2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount, With arms around the cross; I have been there, and left behind Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross. 3 I stand e'en now where he appears, In union with my Lord; In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought. I read it in his word. 4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone-- In him we are complete; We live by faith! but soon in sight Our coming Christ we'll greet. Unknown. 244 At the Cross. C.M. _Salvation at the Cross._ (492) Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, My Savior, can it be That thou hast borne the crown of thorns And suffered death for me? Cho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light And, the burden of my heart rolled away-- It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day. 2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet, I give myself to thee; I plead thy merits, thine alone, For thou hast died for me. 3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide, For sinners flowing free, Then rise, renewed by grace divine, And shout salvation free. 4 And when I reach thy place above, My sweetest notes will be, Redemption through a Savior's name, Who bled and died for me. Fanny Crosby, 1873. 245 Saved by Faith. P.M. _Justified by Faith._ I have found redemption in the Savior's blood, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I am sweetly trusting in the word of God I am saved by faith in his blood. Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me, I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, I am saved by faith in his blood. 2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust in Jesus while I run my race, I am saved by faith in his blood. 3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust his promise, on his strength rely, I am saved by faith in his blood. 4 I will keep on singing as I march along, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; In my home in glory this shall be my song, I am saved by faith in his blood. 246 Only Trust Him. C.M. _Peace in Believing._ Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy with the Lord; And he will surely give you rest By trusting in his word. Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him, Only trust him now; He will save you, he will save you, He will save you now. 2 For Jesus shed his precious blood Rich blessings to bestow; Plunge now into the crimson flood That washes white as snow. 3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way, That leads you into rest; Believe in him without delay, And you are fully blest. 4 Come, then, and join this holy band, And on to glory go, To dwell in that celestial land, Where joys immortal flow. J. H. Stockton. 247 Is My Name Written There? P.M. _The Book of Life._ Lord, I care not for riches, Neither silver nor gold; I would make sure of heaven, I would enter the fold. In the book of thy kingdom, With its pages so fair, Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, Is my name written there? Cho.--Is my name written there? On the page white and fair? In the book of thy kingdom, Is my name written there? 2 Lord, my sins, they are many, Like the sands of the sea, But thy blood, oh, my Savior, Is sufficient for me; For thy promise is written, In bright letters that glow, "Tho' your sins be as scarlet, I will make them like snow." 3 Oh, that beautiful city, With its mansions of light, With its glorified beings, In pure garments of white; Where no evil thing cometh To despoil what is fair; Where the angels are watching, Yes, my name's written there. Mrs. Mary A. Kidder. 248 Convert. P.M. _Joy in Christ._ Oh, how happy are they Who their Savior obey, And have laid up their treasures above; Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believed, What a joy I received, What a heaven in Jesus' name. 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know, And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus, all the day long, Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see! He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffered and died To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love I was carried above All sin and temptation and pain, And I could not believe That I ever should grieve-- That I ever should suffer again. 6 I then rode on the sky, Freely justified I, Nor did envy Elijah his seat; My soul mounted higher, In a chariot of tire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 O the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood, Of my Savior possessed, I was perfectly blest, As if filled with the fullness of God. 8 Never more will I stray From my Savior away, But I'll follow the Lamb till I die; I will take up my cross, And count all things but loss, Till I meet with my Lord in the sky. Charles Wesley. 249 Hallowed Spot. P.M. _The Place of Conversion._ (249) There is a spot to me more dear Than native vale or mountain; A spot to which affection's tear Springs grateful from its fountain; 'Tis not where kindred souls abound-- Tho' that is almost heaven-- But where I first my Savior found, And felt my sins forgiven. 2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore, Long tossed upon the ocean, Above me was the thunder's roar, Beneath, the wave's commotion. Darkly the pall of night was thrown Around me, faint with terror; In that dark hour how did my groans Ascend for years of error. 3 Sinking and panting as for breath, I knew not help was nigh me, And cried, O save me, Lord, from death-- Immortal Jesus, hear me. Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine-- My Savior stood before me; I saw his brightness round me shine, And shouted glory, glory. 4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot! Where love divine first found me; Wherever falls my distant lot, My heart shall linger round thee: And as from earth I rise, to soar Up to my home in heaven, Down will I cast my eyes once more, Where I was first forgiven. William Hunter, D. D. 250 Boylston. S.M. _The Need of Conversion_ How solemn are the words, And yet to faith how plain, Which Jesus uttered while on earth-- "Ye must be born again!" 2 "Ye must be born again!" For so hath God decreed; No reformation will suffice-- 'Tis life poor sinners need. 3 "Ye must be born again!" And life in Christ must have; In vain the soul may elsewhere go-- 'Tis he alone can save. 4 "Ye must be born again!" Or never enter heaven; 'Tis only blood-washed ones are there-- The ransomed and forgiven. Anon. 251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M. _The Soul Redeemed._ When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. Cho.--It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed his own blood for my soul. 3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't-- My sin--not in part but the whole, Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul! 4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, "Even so"--it is well with my soul. H.G. Spafford. 252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s. _An Accomplished Work._ 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done, I believe on the Son; I am saved by the blood of the crucified One. 2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. 3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; They are safe now in glory, and this is their song: 4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing. 5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold, 6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be. 253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. _From Darkness to Light._ (522) Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, Thee thyself I cannot see; Jesus, Master! pass not by me; Son of David! pity me. 2 While I sit in weary blindness, Longing for the blessed light, Many taste thy loving kindness; "Lord! I would receive my sight." 3 I would see thee and adore thee, And thy word the power can give; Hear the sightless soul implore thee; Let me see thy face and live. 4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me? What this burst of strange delight? Lo! the rapturous vision fills me! This is Jesus! this is sight! 5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! Let me follow in the way; I will teach the blind to find him Who can turn their night to day. H.D. Ganse. 254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. _The Blind Man Healed._ (521) "Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!" Thus blind Bartimeus prayed; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him,-- But he called the louder still; Till the gracious Savior bade him,-- "Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give. 4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness, Let mine eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. 5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around, "Friends! is not my case amazing? What a Savior I have found! 6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me! Surely would they hasten to him, He would cause them all to see." John Newton, 1779. 255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M. Oh, the peace that fills my soul, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Cleansed from sin, made free and whole, Sitting at the feet of Jesus. Cho.--This is my abiding place, Clothed with his abounding grace, Looking upward to his face, Sitting at the feet of Jesus. 2 Christ is mine in storm and calm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; All my wounds are filled with balm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus. 3 Here I rest from toil and strife, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Safe beneath the Tree of Life, Sitting at the feet of Jesus. 4 Come ye guilty and be healed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Freely is God's love revealed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus. Priscilla J. Owens. 256 Ortonville. C.M. _Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649) Forever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side; 'Tis all my hope and all my plea, "For me the Savior died." 2 My dying Savior and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me and make me thus thine own, Wash me, and mine thou art! Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart! 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply Till faith to sight improve, Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love. Charles Wesley, 1740. 257 Ortonville. C.M. _The Believer's Rest._ (654) Lord, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And thou art loved alone. 2 A rest where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, Believe and enter in: Now, Savior, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove this hardness from my heart; This unbelief remove: To me the rest of faith impart-- The Sabbath of thy love. Charles Wesley. 258 Ortonville. C.M. _Longing for Christ._ (648) Oh! could I find from day to day, A nearness to my God; Then should my hours glide sweet away, And live upon thy word. 2 Lord! I desire with thee to live. Anew from day to day, In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away. 3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart And I'll be wholly thine; And never, nevermore depart; For thou art wholly mine. 4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore; And, when my flesh dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more. Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. 259 Ortonville. C.M. _Self-Dedication._ (662) Welcome, O Savior! to my heart; Possess thine humble throne; Bid every rival hence depart, And claim me for thine own. 2 The world and Satan I forsake,-- To thee I all resign; My longing heart, O Jesus! take, And make it all divine. 3 Oh! may I never turn aside, Nor from thy bosom flee; Let nothing here my heart divide-- I give it all to thee. Hugh Bourne, 1825. 260 Rhine. C.M. _Prayer for Entire Sanctification._ (652) My God, I know, I feel thee mine, And will not quit my claim Till all I have is lost in thine, And all renewed I am. 2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, And will not let thee go, Till steadfastly by faith I stand And all thy goodness know. 3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad: Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God. 4 Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole. Charles Wesley. 261 Bemerton. C.M. _Self-Consecration._ (646) My God! accept my heart this day, And make it always thine, That I from thee no more may stray, No more from thee decline. 2 Before the cross of him who died, Behold I prostrate fall; Let every sin be crucified; Let Christ be All in All. 3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, My blest atonement prove, That I, from first to last, may be The purchase of thy love. 4 Let every thought, and work, and word, To thee be ever given; Then life shall be thy service, Lord! And death the gate of heaven. Matthew Bridges, 1848. 262 Uxbridge. L.M. _Living to Christ Alone._ (815) My gracious Lord! I own thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight, To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? Thine ever-smiling face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days or powers employ, To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Savior I would live, To him, who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side. Philip Doddridge. 1740. 263 Gratitude. L.M. _God Wills Our Holiness._ (679) He wills that I should holy be; That holiness I long to feel; That full divine conformity To all my Savior's righteous will. 2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul Accomplished in the change of mine; And plunge me, every whit made whole, In all the depths of love divine. 3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, And waits to prove thine utmost will; The promise by thy mercy made, Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill. 4 No more I stagger at thy power, Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; Hasten the long-expected hour, And bless me with thy perfect love. Charles Wesley. 264 Duane Street. L.M.D. _The Way to God._ Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fixed my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness; I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 2 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not saved from sin. The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Savior say, "Come hither, soul, I am the way." 3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive. Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God." John Cennick, 1743 265 Duane Street. L.M.D. _Bought with a Price._ Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine, With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sovereign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity; The vow is past beyond repeal; And now I set the solemn seal. 4 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. Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._ 266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D. _Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704) Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me-- They have left my Savior too; Human hearts and looks deceive me-- Thou art not, like them, untrue. And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me, Show thy face and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn, and pain! In thy service pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba, Father, I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-- All must work for good to thee. 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Henry Francis Lyte, 1829. 267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. _Desiring Sanctification._ (701) Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit Into every troubled breast, Let us all thy grace inherit; Let us find thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning; Bring us to eternal day. 3 Carry on thy new creation; Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee: Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Charles Wesley, 1747. 268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. _Union with Jesus._ (700) In thy service will I ever, Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; Nothing me from thee shall sever, Gladly would I go thy way. Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever Thine in sorrow and in joy; Death the union shall not sever, Nor eternity destroy. 2 Let thy light on me be shining When the day is almost gone, When the evening is declining, And the night is drawing on: Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying Thy hands on my weary head; "Here thy day is ended," saying, "Yonder live the faithful dead." 3 Stay beside me, when the stillness And the icy touch of death Fill my trembling soul with chillness, Like the morning's frosty breath; As my failing eyes grow dimmer, Let my spirit grow more bright, As I see the first faint glimmer Of the everlasting light. P. Spitta, 1833. 269 Even Me. 8s & 7s. _Pass Me Not._ (523) Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering, broad and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; Let their fullness fall on me. Ref.--Even me, even me, Let their fullness fall on me. 2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father! Sinful, though my heart may be; Thou might'st curse me, but the rather Let thy mercy fall on me. 3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior! Let me love and cling to thee; I am longing for thy favor; When thou comest, call for me. 4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit! Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me. 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee? Has the world my heart been keeping? Oh! forgive and rescue me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,-- Blood of God, so rich and free,-- Grace of God, so strong and boundless,-- Magnify them all in me. Elizabeth Coduer, 1860. 270 Even Me. 8s & 7s. _Self-Consecration._ (524) Take me, oh, my Father! take me, Take me, save me, through thy Son; That which thou would'st have me, make me, Let thy will in me be done. 2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying-- Take me to thy love, my God! 3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin; At thy feet, O Father! falling, To thy household take me in. 4 Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely, life and soul I offer-- Gift unworthy love like thine. 5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee. 6 Father! take me; all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast; In thy hope forever living, I must be forever blest! Ray Palmer, 1865. 271 Ferguson. S.M. _Restore My Peace._ (637) O Jesus! full of grace, To thee I make my moan: Let me again behold thy face-- Call home thy banished one. 2 Again my pardon seal, Again my soul restore, And freely my backslidings heal, And bid me sin no more. 3 Thine utmost mercy show; Say to my drooping soul-- In peace and full assurance go; Thy faith hath made thee whole. Charles Wesley, 1756. 272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s. _Dependence on Christ._ I cannot do without thee, O Savior of the lost! Whose precious blood redeemed me At such tremendous cost. Cho.--I cannot, would not, Dare not, could not, Will not do without thee. I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own. 2 I cannot do without thee, I cannot stand alone; I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own. 3 I cannot do without thee, I do not know the way; Thou knowest and thou leadest, And wilt not let me stray. 4 I cannot do without thee, For years are fleeting fast, And soon, in solemn loneliness, The river must be passed. Frances H. Havergal, Alt. 273 Ferguson. S.M. _Absorbed in Christ._ (635) Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word. 2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet From sin's destructive snare? 3 When shall the sov'reign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wand'ring feet have trod? 4 Oh, keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame; For I have placed my only trust In my Redeemer's name. Isaac Watts, 1719. 274 Trusting. 7s. _At the Cross._ (694) I am coming to the cross; I am poor, and weak, and blind; I am counting all but dross; I shall thy salvation find. Cho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee, Blest Lamb of Calvary; Humbly at thy cross I bow; Save me, Jesus, save me now. 2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; Long has evil reigned within; Jesus sweetly speaks to me-- I will cleanse you from all sin. 3 Here I give my all to thee-- Friends, and time, and earthly store; Soul and body thine to be-- Wholly thine--forevermore. 4 In the promises I trust; Now I feel the blood applied; I am prostrate in the dust; I with Christ am crucified. 5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul! Perfected in love I am! I am ev'ry whit made whole; Glory! glory to the Lamb! Wm. McDonald. 275 I'll Live for Him. P.M. _Dedication of Self._ My life, my love I give to thee, Thou Lamb of God, who died for me; Oh, may I ever faithful be My Savior and my God. Cho.--I'll live for him who died for me, How happy, then, my life shall be! I'll live for him who died for me, My Savior and my God. 2 I now believe thou dost receive, For thou hast died that I might live; And now henceforth I'll trust in thee, My Savior and my God. 3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary, To save my soul and make me free, I consecrate my life to thee, My Savior and my God. 276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M. _The Offered Heart._ Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it all thine own, Let thy Holy Spirit Break this heart of stone, And make me all thine own. Cho.--Take my heart, and let it be Ev'ry moment more like thee; At thy feet I bow; Take my heart just now, And make me all thine own. 2 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it pure and clean; Let thy blood, still flowing, Wash away my sin, And make me pure and clean. 3 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it white as snow; May the cleansing fountain, May the precious flow, Still keep me white as snow. Baltzell 277 Entire Consecration. 7s. _Self-Dedication_ Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee; Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of thy love. Cho.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be Thine, henceforth, eternally. 2 Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for thee; Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only for my King 3 Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages for thee; Take my silver and my gold-- Not a mite would I withhold. 4 Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in endless praise; Take my intellect, and use Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose. 5 Take my will, and make it thine; It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart,--it is thine own,-- It shall be thy royal throne. 6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure-store! Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for thee! Frances Ridley Havergal. 278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. _Nearness to Christ Desired._ Lord, weak and impotent I stand, As fettered by an unseen hand; Break thou the strong and subtle band, And draw me close to thee. Cho.--Draw me close to thee, Savior, Draw me close to thee; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee. 2 In vain I struggle to be free; I would, but cannot, fly to thee; Ope thou the prison door for me, And draw me close to thee. 3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still, That thine own peace my soul may fill, And I may rest in thy sweet will; Lord, draw me close to thee. 4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide, And never wander from thy side; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee. M.A.W. Cook. 279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. _Clinging to Christ._ (668) O holy Savior! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee! Cho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior, Help me cling to thee! Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee! 2 Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to thee! 3 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee! Charlotte Elliott. 280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M. _Communion with Christ._ I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, And it told thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to thee. Ref.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To thy precious, bleeding side. 2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, By the pow'r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in thine. 3 O the pure delight of a single hour That before thy throne I spend, When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend. 4 There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea, There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with thee. Fanny J. Crosby. 281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s. _Desire for Purity._ Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself and whatever I know-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. James Nicholson. 282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M. _Resting in Christ's Merits._ Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? 2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? 3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? 4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb. E.A. Hoffman. 283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M. _It Cleanseth Me._ Oh, now I see the crimson wave, The fountain deep and wide; Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, Points to his wounded side. Cho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see! I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me. 2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, Above the world and sin, With heart made pure, and garments white, And Christ enthroned within. 3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below To feel the blood applied; And Jesus, only Jesus know, My Jesus crucified. Mrs. Phoebe Palmer 284 Beulah Land. L.M. _Rest of Faith._ I've reached the land of corn and wine. And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. Cho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My heaven, my home forevermore. 2 The Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me with his hand, For this is heaven's border land. 3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flowers that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. 4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels, with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song. Edgar Page Stites. 285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D. _Beulah Land._ I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O'er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure ethereal, Laden with the breath of flow'rs, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs. Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light? Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright. 2 I can see far down the mountains, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led unerring, To the land I hold to-day. 3 I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide; For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure. One that fadeth not away. 4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross. 5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! Oft I've proved this to be true; When I'm in the way so narrow I can see a pathway thro'; And how sweetly Jesus whispers: Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've tried this way before thee. And the glory lingers near. Rev. Wm. Hunter. 286 Ortonville. C.M. _Christ Incomparable._ (590) Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he, than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. Samuel Stennett, 1787. 287 Ortonville. C.M. _Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591) I've found the pearl of greatest price! My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ. 2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High Priest before the throne, My King of heavenly might. 3 Christ is my peace; he died for me, For me he gave his blood; And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered himself to God. 4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,-- My Comfort, and my Love; My Life below, and he shall be My Joy and Crown above. John Mason, 1683. _a._ 288 Ortonville. C.M. _Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588) Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King The triumphs of his grace. 2 My gracious Master, and my God, Assist me to proclaim-- To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the pris'ner free: His blood can make the foulest clean-- His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice New life the dead receive; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Savior come; And leap, ye lame, for joy. Charles Wesley, 1740. 289 Henry. C.M. _Praise to Christ._ (596) Come, let us all unite to praise The Savior of mankind; Our thankful hearts in solemn lays Be with our voices joined. 2 O Lord! we cannot silent be; By love we are constrained To offer our best thanks to thee, Our Savior, and our Friend. 3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, And spread abroad thy fame; Let every heart with praise o'erflow, And bless thy sacred name. 4 Worship and honor, thanks and love, Be to our Jesus given, By men below, by hosts above, By all in earth and heaven. Martin Madan (?), 1760. 290 Cambridge. C.M. _The Incarnation._ (206) Awake, awake, the sacred song, To our incarnate Lord; Let every heart and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, By whom the worlds were made; Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour-- Was once in flesh arrayed. 3 To dwell with misery here below, The Savior left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise. 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, To hail the joyful day; With rapture, then, let human tongues Their grateful worship pay. Anne Steele, 1760 291 St. Agnes. C.M. _Jesus Our Joy._ (548) Jesus, the very tho't of thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Savior of mankind! 3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart! Oh, joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek. 4 And those who find thee, find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but his loved ones know. 5 Jesus! our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be thou our glory now, And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848. 292 St. Agnes. C.M. _All-Absorbing Love._ (551) O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me, if I say, For very love, thy sacred name A thousand times a day. 2 I love thee so, I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. 3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let So vile a heart as mine Love thee with such a love as this, And make so free with thine! 4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief! O Heaven begun on earth! Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who Can tell what thou art worth? 5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord! What art thou not to me? Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty. Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848. 293 St. Agnes. C.M. _Supreme Love to Christ._ (545) Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? Behold my heart, and see; And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill My Savior's voice to hear? 4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord! But, oh! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more. Philip Doddridge, 1750. 294 How I Love Jesus. C.M. _The Dearest Name._ (537) There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth. Cho.--Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Because he first loved me. 2 It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea. 3 It tells me what my Father hath In store for every day, And, though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way. 4 It tells of One, whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below. Frederick Whitfield, 1859. 295 How I Love Jesus. C.M. _The Precious Name._ (538) How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 5 I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath, So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. John Newton, 1779 296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. _The Joyful Prospect._ Oh, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above? And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin? And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before; He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die, And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly! Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them all adieu; And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 Oh! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend; And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not forget to lend: Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. Anon. 297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D. _Praise to the Savior._ (622) To thee, my God and Savior! My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings! I'll celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love. 2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice, in supplication, Well-pleased thou shalt hear: Oh! grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near. 3 By thee, through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted, Up to their bright abode; There, cast my crown before thee.-- Now, all my conflicts o'er,-- And day and night adore thee:-- What can an angel more? Thomas Haweis, 1792. 298 Heavenly King. 7s. D. _Rejoicing on the Way._ (612) Children of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing; Sing our Savior's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. We are trav'ling home to God, In the way our fathers trod; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismayed go on. Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below: Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee. John Cennick, 1742. 299 Atoning Lamb. 7s. _Delight in Christ._ (575) Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Savior's form I find Brightly imaged on my mind. 3 When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus' light,-- Think,--how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity. 4 When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, Then I think;--who made their light Is a thousand times more bright. 5 When I see, in spring-tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me, What must their Creator be? 6 Lord of all that's fair to see! Come, reveal thyself to me; Let me, 'mid thy radiant light, See thine unveiled glories bright. Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657. Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841. 300 Luther. S.M. _The Song of the Seraphs._ (349) Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own! 2 Awake, my soul! and sing Of him who died for thee; And hail him as thy matchless King, Through all eternity. 3 Crown him, the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified. 4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! Whose power a scepter sways, From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in prayer and praise. 5 Crown him, the Lord of years! The Potentate of time; Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime! Matthew Bridges, 1852. 301 Luther. S.M. _The Song of Moses and the Lamb._ (350) Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, every heart, and every tongue! To praise the Savior's name. 2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners! sing; Sing on, rejoicing, every day, In Christ, th' eternal King. 4 Soon shall ye hear him say, "Ye blessed children! come;" Soon will he call you hence away, And take his wanderers home. William Hammond, 1745. Altered by Martin Madan, 1760. 302 Greenwood. S.M. _Living to God._ (562) Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord! That taught us this sweet way, Only to love thee for thyself, And for that love obey. 2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope! We to thy mercy fly; Where'er we are, thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply. 3 Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine. 4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to thee; In death we live, as well as life, If thine in death we be. John Austin, 1668. 303 Ariel. C.P.M. _Christ's Character Appreciated._ (623) Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh! could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Savior shine! I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings, In notes almost divine. 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt, Of sin and wrath divine; I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect heav'nly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days, Make all his glories known. 4 Well--the delightful day will come, When he, dear Lord! will bring me home, And I shall see his face: There, with my Savior, brother, friend, A blessed eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. Samuel Medley, 1789. 304 Federal Street. L.M. _Ashamed of Me._ Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- Till then, I boast a Savior slain! And, oh, may this my glory be That Christ is not ashamed of me! Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._ 305 Federal Street. L.M. _All-Engrossing Love._ (509) Jesus! my heart within me burns, To tell thee all its conscious love; And from earth's low delight it turns, To taste a joy like that above. 2 When thou to me dost condescend, In love divine, thou blessed One, The moments that with thee I spend, Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun. 3 Though oft these lips my love have told, They still the story would repeat; To me the rapture ne'er grows old, That thrills me, bending at thy feet. 4 I breathe my words into thine ear; I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; And sure that thou dost wait to hear, I dare in faith to call thee mine. 5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; My all I yield to thy control; Oh! let me never from thee part, Thou best Beloved of my soul! Ray Palmer, 1869. 306 Federal Street. L.M. _The Song of Songs._ (603) Come, let us sing the song of songs, With hearts and voices swell the strain; The homage which to Christ belongs;-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain; And make us kings and priests to God: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be!-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high, Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, Living to sing, and dying cry,-- "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" James Montgomery, 1853. 307 New Haven. 6s & 4s. _Looking to Jesus._ (587) My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary; Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine. 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, Oh! may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire! 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh! bear me safe above, A ransomed soul! Ray Palmer, 1830. 308 New Haven. 6s & 4s. _Jesus, My Lord._ (586) Jesus, thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord! 2 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord! 3 Soon thou wilt come again! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord! J.G. Deck, 1837. 309 Every Day and Hour. P.M. _Nearness to Christ._ Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near thy side. Cho.--Every day, every hour, Let me feel thy cleansing power; May thy tender love to me; Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. 2 Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way. 3 Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love, In a brighter, brighter world above. Fanny J. Crosby. 310 Bethany. 6s & 4s. _Love to Christ Desired._ (584) More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee: This is my earnest plea-- More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee! 2 Once earthly joy I craved-- Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek: Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be-- More love, O Christ, to thee; More love to thee! 3 Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise-- This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee! Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869. 311 Bethany. 6s & 4s. _Nearer to God._ (709) Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee; E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me. Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 2 Though like the wanderer The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet, in my dreams, I'd be Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou send'st to me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. 4 Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee. Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841. 312 Hope. 6s & 4s. _Parting with the World._ (582) Fade, fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine: Break ev'ry mortal tie; Jesus is mine. Dark is the wilderness, Distant the resting-place; Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine. 2 Tempt not my soul away: Jesus is mine: Here would I ever stay; Jesus is mine: Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day! Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine. 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! Jesus is mine: Mine is a dawning bright, Jesus is mine: All that my soul has tried, Left but a dismal void; Jesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine. 4 Farewell, mortality! Jesus is mine: Welcome, eternity! Jesus is mine: Welcome, ye scenes of rest! Welcome, ye mansions blest! Welcome a Savior's breast; Jesus is mine. Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845. 313 Hendon. 7s. _Jesus a Joy._ Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? What the high reward I win? Whose the name I glory in? Jesus Christ, the crucified. 2 What is faith's foundation strong? What awakes my lips to song? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God; Jesus Christ, the crucified. 3 Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be? Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the crucified. 4 This is that great thing I know; This delights and stirs me so; Faith in him who died to save, Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the crucified. Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863. 314 Woodworth. L.M. _Ecstasy in Christ._ (554) Oh, that I could forever dwell Delighted at the Savior's feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all his tender words repeat. 2 The world shut out from all my soul, And heaven brought in with all its bliss, Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole, One moment to compare with this? 3 This is the hidden life I prize, A life of penitential love, When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above. 4 When all I am I clearly see, And freely own with deepest shame; When the Redeemer's love to me Kindles within a deathless flame. 5 Thus would I live till nature fail And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake. Andrew Reed, 1841. 315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. _Praise for Salvation._ (529) We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love, For Jesus who died, and is now gone above. Cho.--Hallelujah! thine the glory, Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! thine the glory, Revive us again. 2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night. 3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain. 4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways. 5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. Wm. P. Mackay, 1866. 316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. _Rejoicing in Christ._ Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come! Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb. Cho.--Sound his praises, tell the story, Of him who was slain, Sound his praises, tell with gladness, He liveth again. 2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed; Redemption is finished, the price has been paid. 3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain, O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again. 4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high; He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky. 5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again-- He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain. H. Bonar, 1874. 317 Welcome Voice. S.M. _Going on to Perfection._ I hear thy welcome voice That calls me, Lord, to thee For cleansing in thy precious blood That flowed on Calvary. Cho.--I am coming, Lord! Coming now to thee! Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood That flowed on Calvary. 2 Tho' coming weak and vile, Thou dost my strength assure; Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, Till spotless all and pure. 3 'Tis Jesus calls me on To perfect faith and love, To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, For earth and heaven above. 4 'Tis Jesus who confirms The blessed work within, By adding grace to welcomed grace, Where reigned the power of sin. 6 And he the witness gives To loyal hearts and free, That every promise is fulfilled, If faith but brings the plea. 6 All hail, atoning blood! All hail, redeeming grace! All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, Our strength and righteousness! Rev. L. Hartsough. 318 Welcome Voice. S.M. _Christ the Guide and Counselor._ (688) Jesus, my truth, my way, My sure, unerring light, On thee my feeble steps I stay, Which thou wilt guide aright. 2 My wisdom and my guide, My counselor thou art; Oh, never let me leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart. 3 Never will I remove Out of thy hands my cause; But rest in thy redeeming love, And hang upon thy cross. 4 Oh, make me all like thee, Before I hence remove; Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me-- And build me up in love. Charles Wesley. 319 Loving Kindness. L.M. _Loving Kindness._ (699) Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, oh, how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate-- His loving kindness, oh, how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes-- Though earth and hell my way oppose; He safely leads my soul along-- His loving kindness, oh, how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood-- His loving kindness, oh, how good! S. Medley, 1787. 320 Loving Kindness. L.M. _Love Which Passeth Knowledge._ Of him who did salvation bring, I could forever think and sing; Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven; Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus, thy balm will make me whole. 3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, I shed my tears, and make my moan! Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love. 4 Insatiate to this spring I fly; I drink, and yet am ever dry; Ah! who against thy charms is proof? Ah, who that loves can love enough? Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712 321 The Solid Rock. L.M. _The Sure Foundation._ My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. Cho.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness veils his lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail. 3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. 4 When he shall come with trumpet sound. O, may I then in him be found; Dressed in his righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne. Rev. Edward Mote, 1825. 322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s. _The Exceeding Love of Christ._ So tender, so precious. My Savior to me; So true, and so gracious, I've found him to be. Ref.--How can I but love him? But love him, but love him? There's no friend above him, Poor sinner, for thee. 2 So patient, so kindly Toward all of my ways; I blunder so blindly, He love still repays. 3 Of all friends the fairest And truest is he; His love is the rarest, That ever can be. 4 His beauty, tho' bleeding And circled with thorns, Is then most exceeding; For grief him adorns. J.E. Rankin, D.D. 323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s. _My Beloved._ O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call; My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all. 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, To feed in the pastures of love? And why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove? 3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. Jos. Swain, 1792. 324 De Fleury. 8s. D _The Presence of Christ Desired._ How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers Have lost all their sweetness to me: The midsummer sun shines but dim; The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice: I should, were he always so nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I; My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind: While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine? And why are my winters so long? O, drive these dark clouds from my sky; Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. John Newton. 325 De Fleury. 8s. D _Phil. 1:23._ (571) My Savior, whom absent I love, Whom, not having seen, I adore Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power,-- Dissolve thou these bands that detain My soul from her portion in thee; Ah! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free! 2 When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline, Oh! then shall the veil be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured! I shall meet him, whom absent I loved, I shall see, whom unseen I adored. 3 And then, nevermore shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose; To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne! W. Cowper. 326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M. _Need of Christ._ I need thee ev'ry hour, Most gracious Lord; No tender voice like thine Can peace afford. Cho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee, Ev'ry hour I need thee; Oh, bless me now, my Savior I come to thee. 2 I need thee ev'ry hour; Stay thou near by; Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh. 3 I need thee ev'ry hour, In joy or pain; Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain. 4 I need thee ev'ry hour; Teach me thy will; And thy rich promises In me fulfill. 5 I need thee ev'ry hour, Most Holy One; Oh, make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son. Annie S. Hawks. 327 De Fleury. 8s. D _Altogether Lovely._ (572) My gracious Redeemer I love, His praises aloud I'll proclaim: And join with the armies above, To shout his adorable name. To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ; To see them incessantly shine, My boundless, ineffable joy. 2 He freely redeemed with his blood My soul from the confines of hell, To live on the smiles of my God, And in his sweet presence to dwell:-- To shine with the angels in light, With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view, with eternal delight, My Jesus, my Savior, my King! B. Francis. 328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M. _The Abiding Friend._ I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. 2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power. Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. 3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do his blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill. Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. 329 Glory to His Name. P.M. _Praise to Christ._ Down at the cross where my Savior died. Down where for cleansing from sin I cried; There to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to his name. Cho.--Glory to his name, Glory to his name, There to my heart was the blood applied, Glory to his name. 2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so sweetly abides within; There at the cross where he took me in; Glory to his name. 3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad, I have entered in; There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; Glory to his name. 4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet, Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet; Plunge in to-day and be made complete; Glory to his name. Rev. E.A. Hoffman. 330 Balerma. C.M. _Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._ (625) Oh, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from, my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whatever that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. W. Cowper, 1772. 331 Balerma. C.M. _A Perfect Heart._ (645) Oh, 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 resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within;-- 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart-- Thy new, best name of Love. Charles Wesley. 1742. 332 Balerma. C.M. _Triumphant Grace._ (847) Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. 333 Evan. C.M. _The Peace of God._ (725) We bless thee for thy peace, O God Deep as the soundless sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in thee. 2 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial way too long, But leaves the end with thee;-- 3 That peace which flows serene and deep, A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep; God's sunshine o'er the whole. 4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace, Whate'er the outward be, Till all life's discipline shall cease, And we go home to thee. Anon. 1862. 334 Varina. C.M. D. _The Voice of Jesus._ (666) I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast." 2 I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in him a resting-place, And he has made me glad. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say "Behold! I freely give The living water; thirsty one! Stoop down, and drink, and live." 4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him. 5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light; Look unto me; thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." 6 I looked to Jesus, and I found, In him my Star, my Sun; And, in that light of life, I'll walk Till traveling days are done. Horatius Bonar, 1857. 335 Dennis. S.M. _The Lord's Guardianship._ (855) How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 His bounty will provide; His saints securely dwell; That hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, And peace and comfort find. 4 His Goodness Stands approved, Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 336 Dennis. S.M. _Grace.--Eph. 2:8._ (744) Grace! 'tis a charming sound Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone; And well deserves the praise. Philip Doddridge, 1755. 337 Dennis. S.M. _Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._ (742) Behold what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior there, We shall be like our Head. 3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 4 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 5 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry And thou the kindred own. Isaac Watts, 1707. 338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s. _Memorial of Praise._ (617) Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God, He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love-- Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above. Robert Robinson, 1758. 339 Braden. S.M. _The Lord's Pity._ (188) The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Isaac Watts. 1719. 340 Refuge. 7s. D. _The Only Refuge._ (532) Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee: Leave, O, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing! 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound: Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Charles Wesley, 1740. 341 Pilot. 7s. _Savior, Pilot Me._ Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life's tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; Chart and compass come from thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 2 As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boist'rous waves obey thy will, When thou say'st to them "Be still!" Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee!" Rev. Edward Hopper 342 Fulton. 7s. (577) Savior! teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me. 2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me. 3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me. 4 Love in loving finds employ-- In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me. Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842. 343 Oriel. L.M. _Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._ (730) O Lord, how full of sweet content Our years of pilgrimage are spent! Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 2 To us remains nor place nor time; Our country is in every clime: We can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with our God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 4 Could we be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote we call, Secure of finding God in all. Mad. Guyon. 344 Newcomer. L.M. _Completeness.--Col. 2:10._ (730) Complete in thee! no work of mine May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; Thy blood has pardon bought for me, And I am now complete in thee. 2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered, reign within; Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, And I shall stand complete in thee. 3 Complete in thee--each want supplied, And no good thing to me denied, Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, I ask no more--complete in thee. 4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar All tribes and tongues assembled are. Among thy chosen may I be At thy right hand--complete in thee. A.R.W. 345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. _Safe in Jesus._ (696) In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here, The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me,-- And can I be dismayed? 2 Wherever he may guide me, No want shall turn me back: My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack; His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way he taketh, And I will walk with him. 3 Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been; My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free; My Savior has my treasure, And he will walk with me. Anna Letitia Waring, 1850. 346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. _Light After Darkness._ Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings: It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. Wm. Cowper. 347 Showers of Blessing. P.M. _The Promise of Blessing_ "There shall be showers of blessing;" This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Savior above. Cho.--Showers, showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need; Mercy-drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. 2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"-- Precious reviving again; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain. 3 "There shall be showers of blessing;" Send them upon us, O Lord! Grant to us now a refreshing, Come, and now honor thy Word. 4 "There shall be showers of blessing;" Oh, that to-day they might fall, Now as to God we're confessing, Now as on Jesus we call! D.W. Whittle. 348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s. _The Mighty Love._ (706) Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand. Cho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save. 2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! No longer in dread condemnation I pine: In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face. 3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast. 4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing! My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, And triumph in death in the mighty to save. Rev. F. Bottome. 349 As Pants the Hart. C.M. _Desire for Communion._ (660) As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. Cho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee; As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee. 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine? 3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh, When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and thou shalt sing His praise again, and find him still Thy health's eternal spring. Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 350 Hide Thou Me. P.M. _Safe in Christ._ In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, Hide thou me; When the fitful tempest rages, Hide thou me; Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart thy love forever, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee. 2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure Hide thou me; Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, Hide thou me; When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee. 3 In the lonely night of sorrow, Hide thou me; Till in glory dawns the morrow, Hide thou me; In the sight of Jordan's billow, Let thy bosom be my pillow, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee. Fannie J. Crosby. 351 As Pants the Hart. C.M. _Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._ (724) Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. 2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly his, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is. 3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there. 4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see Thy path, though thorny, bright, For God by grace shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light. Bernard Barton. 352 The Child of a King. _Adoption._ My Father is rich in houses and lands. He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, he has riches untold. Cho.--I'm the child of a King, The child of a King, With Jesus, my Savior, I'm the child of a King. 2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: But now he is reigning forever on high, He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by. 3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth! But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. 4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there! Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: All glory to God, I'm the child of a King. Hattie E. Buell. Arr. 353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. _Divine Care._ Amid the trials which I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, What need I fear when thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me. 2 The cares of life come thronging fast Upon my soul their shadow cast; Their gloom reminds my heart at last, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! 3 Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright or dark with woe, I am content, for this I know, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! E.S. Lorenz 354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. _Plead for Me._ (633) O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend That thou wilt plead for me. Cho.--O Savior, plead for me, O Savior, plead for me, On this alone my hopes depend That thou wilt plead for me. 2 When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me. 3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me. 4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, Then with thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me! 5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. Charlotte Elliott. 355 Hamburg. L.M. _Heb. 12:6._ (852) I cannot always trace the way Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say, That God is love, that God is love. 2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings, For God is love, for God is love. 3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love, that God is love. 4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, For God is love, for God is love. Anon. 356 Ward. L.M. _Psalm 46._ (849) God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world;-- Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode:-- 4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,-- That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. Isaac Watts, 1719. 357 Sessions. L.M. _The Offices of Faith._ Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown. 2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear. 3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name. 4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone. Anon., 1531. 358 Elliott. 8s & 4s. _Submission to Divine Will._ My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" 2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- I only yield thee what was thine-- "Thy will be done!" 3 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God! to thee I leave the rest-- "Thy will be done!" 4 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!" 5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!" Charlotte Elliott, 1834. 359 Lisbon. S.M. _The Cross and Crown._ (858) Oh! what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. 2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord! may that grace be ours, Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here. Henry W. Baker, 1852. 360 Lisbon. S.M. _God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859) 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 heavenly 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; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. Isaac Watts, 1719. 361 Lisbon. S.M. _Psalm 37:3-7._ (745) Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is. 2 Naught have I of my own, Naught in the life I lead; What Christ hath given, that alone I dare in faith to plead. 3 I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and his blood; It is through him that I have found My soul's eternal good. 4 At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save; I will not turn from him. 5 His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind he reigns; My care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away my pains. 6 He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou, God, my Father art! Paul Gerhardt, 1650. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855. 362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Through the Desert._ (807) Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now thy crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey thro'; Strong deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Foe to death and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee. William Williams, 1774. 363 Lisbon. S.M. _Hope Thou in God._ (860) Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way; Wait thou his time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 What, though thou rulest not? Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. 4 Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou wondering own, his way How wise, how strong his hand! Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739. 364 Peterborough. C.M. _Unwavering Faith._ (713) Oh! for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by every foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe!-- 2 That will not murmur nor complain, Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God;-- 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That, when in danger, knows no fear, In darkness, feels no doubt;-- 4 A faith that keeps the narrow way Till life's last hour is fled, And, with a pure and heavenly ray, Lights up a dying bed! 5 Lord! give us such a faith as this; And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. William H. Bathurst, 1831. 365 Naomi. C.M. _Resignation._ (841) Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign hand denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:-- 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And let me live to thee. 3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My path of life attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end." Anne Steele, 1760. 366 Horton. 7s. _Eternal Faithfulness._ (861) Cast thy burden on the Lord, Only lean upon his word; Thou wilt soon have cause to bless His eternal faithfulness. 2 He sustains thee by his hand, He enables thee to stand; Those whom Jesus once hath loved, From his grace are never moved. 3 Heaven and earth may pass away, God's free grace shall not decay; He hath promised to fulfill All the pleasure of his will. 4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock, Be thyself our constant Rock; Make us, by thy powerful hand, Strong as Zion's mountain stand. Rowland Hill, 1783. 367 The Lord Will Provide. P.M. _Divine Providence._ In some way or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my way, It may not be thy way, And yet in his own way, The Lord will provide. 2 At some time or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my time, It may not be thy time, And yet in his own time, The Lord will provide. 3 Despond then no longer, The Lord will provide; And this be the token-- No word he hath spoken, Was ever yet broken, The Lord will provide. 4 March on, then, right boldly The sea shall divide; The pathway made glorious With shoutings victorious, We'll join in the chorus, The Lord will provide. Mrs. M.A.W. Cook. 368 Consolation. 11s. _Heb. 12:2._ (866) Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me. 3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round! They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see. 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 369 Foundation. 11s. _Precious Promises._ (867) How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: What more can he say than to you he has said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? 2 In every condition--in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea-- As your days may demand, so your succor shall be. 3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed; I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress. 5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; The flame shall not hurt you; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine. 6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake. Geo. Keith, 1787. 370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M. _Hid with Christ._ Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. Cho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. 2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears! 3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er; Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. Fanny J. Crosby. 371 He Leadeth Me. L.M. _Divine Guidance_ He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't, Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Ref.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me. 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea-- Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. Nor ever murmur or repine-- Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 4 And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me. Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861. 372 Jewett. 6s. D. _Mark 14:36._ (864) My Jesus, as thou wilt-- O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign; Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done! 2 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- If needy here and poor, Give me thy people's bread, Their portion rich and sure; The manna of thy word, Let my soul feed upon, And, if all else should fail, My Lord, thy will be done! 3 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there Let a few roses blow. But thou, on earth, along The thorny path hast gone: Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done! Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. 373 Trusting in the Promise. P.M. _The Promise Secure._ I have found repose for my weary soul, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And a harbor safe when the billows roll, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. I will fear no foe in the deadly strife, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; I will bear my lot in the toil of life, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. Ref.--Resting on his mighty arm forever, Never from his loving heart to sever, I will rest by grace in his strong embrace, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. 2 I will sing my song as the days go by, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And rejoice in hope, while I live or die, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. I can smile at grief and abide in pain, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And the loss of all shall be highest gain, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. 3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; Oh, the strength and grace only God can give, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. Whosoever will may be saved to-day, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And begin to walk in the holy way, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. Rev. H.B. Hartzler. 374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s. _Consolation Offered._ (868) Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal! 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure-- Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816. Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings. 375 Follow On! P.M. _Following Christ._ Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won. Ref.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on! Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on! 2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near. 3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, Up to where they gather on the hills of God. W.O. Cushing. 376 Trusting Jesus. 7s. _Undoubting Trust._ Simply trusting ev'ry day, Trusting thro' a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Cho.--Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting him whate'er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. 2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While he leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. 3 Singing if my way is clear; Praying if the path is drear; If in danger for him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all. 4 Trusting him while life shall last, Trusting him till earth is past; Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. E.P. Stites. 377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M. _Divine Refuge._ The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, A shelter in the time of storm; Secure whatever ill betide, A shelter in the time of storm. Cho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A weary land, a weary land, Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A shelter in the time of storm. 2 A shade by day, defense by night, A shelter in the time of storm; No foes alarm, no fears affright, A shelter in the time of storm. 3 The raging storms may round us beat, A shelter in the time of storm; We'll never leave our safe retreat, A shelter in the time of storm. 4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, A shelter in the time of storm; Be thou our helper, ever near, A shelter in the time of storm. Anon, Arranged. 378 Under His Wings. 8s. _Psalm 91._ In God I have found a retreat, Where I can securely abide; No refuge nor rest so complete; And here I intend to reside. Cho.--Oh, what comfort it brings, As my soul sweetly sings, I am safe from all danger While under his wings. 2 I dread not the terror by night, No arrow can harm me by day; His shadow has covered me quite, My fears he has driven away. 3 The pestilence walking about, When darkness has settled abroad, Can never compel me to doubt The presence and power of God. 4 The wasting destruction at noon No fearful foreboding can bring; With Jesus my soul doth commune, His perfect salvation I sing. 5 A thousand may fall at my side, And ten thousand at my right hand; Above me his wings are spread wide, Beneath them in safety I stand. James Nicholson. 379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s. _Divine Sympathy._ He knows the bitter, weary way, The endless striving day by day, The souls that weep, the souls that pray-- He knows it all. Ref.--He knows it all, The bitter, weary way; O souls that weep, O souls that pray, He knows it all. 2 He knows how hard the fight has been, The clouds that come our lives between, The wounds the world has never seen-- He knows it all. 3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, How deep the pain, how near the brink Of dark despair we pause and shrink-- He knows it all. 4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss! For though on earth our joys we miss. We still can bear it, feeling this-- He knows it all. Unknown. 380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord. Cast thy burden on the Lord, And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; Cast thy burden on the Lord! 381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s. _Lead Thou Me On._ Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. 3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Cardinal J.H. Newman 382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M. _Joy After Weeping._ Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, For joy cometh in the morning; For God, in his own Word, hath said That joy cometh in the morning. Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, Joy cometh in the morning; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy cometh in the morning. 2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, For joy cometh in the morning; Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, For joy cometh in the morning. 3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, For joy cometh in the morning; And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, For joy cometh in the morning. 4 Our God shall wipe all tears away, For joy cometh in the morning; Sorrow and sighing flee away, For joy cometh in the morning. M.M. Weinland. 383 Landis. S.M. _God's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883) How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been! 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true. 4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove. Thomas Hastings. 384 Retreat. L.M. _The Mercy-Seat._ (787) From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat! 5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat! Hugh Stowell, 1827. 385 Retreat. L.M. _Design of Prayer._ (796) Prayer is appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live. 2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress; In every case, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Tho' thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, his merits must prevail, Ask but in faith, it shall be done. Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768 386 Retreat. L.M. _Psalm 104:34._ (794) My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, The calm and holy hour of prayer? 2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, And blest the hush of solemn eve, When on the wings of prayer up-borne, This fair, but transient, world I leave. 3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude, With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven. 4 No words can tell what sweet relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What deep and cheerful peace of mind. 5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In faithful, filial prayer to thee! Charlotte Elliott, 1854. 387 Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D. _Blessedness of Prayer._ (790) Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known: In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief; And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since he bids he seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my ev'ry care And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! 3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing thro' the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer! Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846. 388 Brown. C.M. _Secret Prayer._ (776) I love to steal awhile away From ev'ry cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day! Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825. 389 Brown. C.M. _Graces Sought in Prayer._ (786) Lord! teach us how to pray aright, With reverence and with fear; Though dust and ashes in thy sight, We may, we must draw near. 2 God of all grace, we come to thee, With broken, contrite hearts, Give, what thine eye delights to see, Truth in the inward parts; 3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep, And trust thee though thou slay. 4 Give these, and then--thy will be done-- Thus strengthened with all might, We by the Spirit and thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright. James Montgomery, 1819. 390 Brown. C.M. _Mark 13:33._ (784) The Savior bids thee watch and pray Through life's momentous hour; And grants the Spirit's quickening ray To those who seek his power. 2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, Maintain a warrior's strife; Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day; Obedience is thy life. 3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, For soon the hour will come That calls thee from the earth away To thy eternal home. 4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray Oh, hearken to his voice, And follow where he leads the way, To heaven's eternal joys. T. Hastings. 391 Devizes. C.M. _Prayer._ (781) Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air: His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Oh, Thou, by whom we come to God,-- The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord! teach us how to pray. James Montgomery, 1819. 392 Marlow. C.M. _A Throne of Grace._ (778) A throne of grace! then let us go And offer up our prayer; A gracious God will mercy show To all that worship there. 2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne Our knees have often bent, And God has showered his blessings down As often as we went. 3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints! That throne is open still; To God unbosom your complaints, And then inquire his will. Corbin. 393 Notting Hill. C.M. _Communion in Prayer._ (777) Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care: Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God! art here. 3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice: My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face-- 'Tis all I wish to seek; T' attend the whisperings of thy grace, And hear thee only speak. Charles Wesley, 1740. 394 Aletta. 7s. _At the Throne._ (804) Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. 3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. John Newton, 1779. 395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D. _The Privilege of Prayer._ What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! 2 Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer! 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?-- Precious Savior, still our refuge,-- Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his firms he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. Unknown. 396 The Lord's Prayer. _Chant._ Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven, 2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors. 3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men. 397 Thatcher. S.M. _I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168) Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day. 2 At noon beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In weary heat of day. 3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of God, With heaven then close the day. 4 When midnight veils our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord! With thee to watch and pray. Anon. 398 Capello. S.M. _The Throne of Grace._ (801) Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides, for those who come to God, An all-prevailing plea. 3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold? 4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above. 5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. John Newton, 1779. 399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M. _The Sympathizing Friend._ Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted? Tell it to Jesus. Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone. Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a Friend that's well known; You have no other such a friend or brother! Tell it to Jesus alone. 2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? Tell it to Jesus. Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone. 3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow? Tell it to Jesus. Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? Tell it to Jesus alone. 4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying? Tell it to Jesus. For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus alone. J. E. Rankin, D. D. 400 Maitland. C.M. _The Cross and the Crown._ (835) Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. 2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. 3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free, And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me. 4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet, Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat. 5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high; The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives no more to die. 6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown! Oh! resurrection day! Ye angels! from the skies come down, And bear my soul away. V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._ 401 Maitland. C.M. _The Christian Race._ (783) Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, A bright, immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 3 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee Have we our race begun; And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down. P. Doddridge, 1740. 402 Maitland. C.M. _Christian Charity._ (809) Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;-- 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief; Hie secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. 403 Boylston. S.M. _The Christian's Life-Work._ (798) A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying-soul to save, And fit it for the sky:--- 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill,-- Oh! may it all my powers engage-- To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely; Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. Charles Wesley, 1762. 404 Boylston. S.M. _Sowing and Reaping._ (1014) Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land. 2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky. 4 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry "Harvest-home!" James Montgomery, 1825. 405 Boylston. S.M. _Doing Good._ (821) We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord! from thee. 2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, Are straying from the fold. 3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below. 4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing. 5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be: Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee. William Walsham How, 1854. 406 Triumph. L.M. _The Useful Life._ (818) Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still? 2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, The Master praises;--what are men? 3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, No toil for him shall be in vain. 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!" Horatius Bonar, 1857. 407 Just As I am. L.M. _Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._ (737) 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; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope,-- The bright appearance of the Lord; And faith stands leaning on his word. Isaac Watts, 1709. 408 Essex. 8s & 7s. _The Responsibilities of the Age._ We are living, we are dwelling, In a grand and awful time, In an age on ages telling; To be living is sublime. 2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier; Worlds are charging to the shock. 3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding; Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, On! right onward for the right. 4 On! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad; Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew Tell on ages--tell for God. Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840. 409 Triumph. L.M. _Zeal.--John 9:4._ (1009) Go, labor on, while it is day; The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away! It is not thus that souls are won. 2 Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide-- The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. 3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray! Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway; Compel the wanderer to come in. 4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak; Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near,--a kingdom and a crown! H. Bonar, 1857. 410 Triumph. L.M. _Psalm 41._ (819) Blest is the man whose heart doth move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow-saints endure. 2 His heart contrives, for their relief, More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiven, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven. Isaac Watts. 1719. 411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M. _Seeking the Lost._ Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. Cho.--Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save. 2 Tho' they are slighting him, Still he is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive. Plead with them earnestly, Plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe. 3 Down in the human heart, Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried which grace can restore. Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness, Cords that were broken will vibrate once more. 4 Rescue the perishing, Duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide. Back to the narrow way Patiently win them; Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died. Fanny J. Crosby. 412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M. _Daily Opportunity._ There are lonely hearts to cherish, While the days are going by; There are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by; If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by. Ref.--Going by, going by, Going by, going by, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by. 2 There's no time for idle scorning, While the days are going by; Let your face be like the morning, While the days are going by; Oh, the world is full of sighs, Full of sad and weeping eyes; Help your fallen brother rise, While the days are going by. 3 All the loving links that bind us, While the days are going by; One by one we leave behind us, While the days are going by; But the seeds of good we sow Both in shade and shine will grow, And will keep our hearts aglow, While the days are going by. George Cooper. 413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M. _Delight in God's Work._ I want to be a worker for the Lord, I want to love and trust his holy word; I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord. Cho.--I will work, I will pray, In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord; I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord. 2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, I want to lead the erring in the way That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, In the kingdom of the Lord. 3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; All who will truly come, shall find a happy home In the kingdom of the Lord. 4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord, To lead the lost and erring to thy word That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, In the kingdom of the Lord. Isaiah Baltzell. 414 Seeds of Promise. C.M. _Seedtime and Harvest._ Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, Along the fertile field, For grain will grow from what you sow, And fruitful harvest yield. CHO--Then day by day along your way, The seeds of promise cast, That ripened grain from hill and plain, Be gathered home at last. 2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, The seed will surely live; Tho' great the cost it is not lost, For God will fruitage give. 3 The harvest home of God will come; And after toil and care, With joy untold your sheaves of gold Will all be garnered there. Jessie H. Brown. 415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M. _The Christian Journey._ Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. Cho.--We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion, We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. 2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Isaac Watts, 1709. 416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M. _Work While it is Day._ Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done. 2 Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon; Give ev'ry flying minute, Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. 3 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies; Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er. Annie L. Walker. 417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M. _Spiritual Harvest._ Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Cho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. 2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest and the labor ended, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. 3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome; We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Knowles Shaw. 418 Crown After Cross. P.M. _Tears and Joy._ Light after darkness, Gain after loss, Strength after weariness, Crown after cross, Sweet after bitter, Song after sigh, Home after wandering, Praise after cry. Cho.--Now comes the weeping, Then the glad reaping; Now comes the labor hard, Then the reward. 2 Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain, Sight after mystery, Peace after pain, Joy after sorrow, Calm after blast, Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at last. 3 Near after distant, Gleam after gloom, Love after loneliness, Life after tomb. After long agony, Rapture of bliss; Right was the pathway Leading to this. Frances R. Havergal. 419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D. _The Old, Old Story._ I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love! I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else would do. Cho.--I love to tell the story! 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love. 2 I love to tell the story! More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story! It did so much for me! And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee. 3 I love to tell the story! 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time, I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story! For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own Holy Word. 4 I love to tell the story! For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be--the old, old story That I have loved so long. Miss Kate Hankey, 1867. 420 Only a Word. P.M. _Speaking for Christ._ Only a word for Jesus, Spoken in fear with sense of need; Yet, with the Master's blessing, Thousands that word may feed. Cho.--Give me a word for thee, Master! Give me a word for thee! To speak thy praise, Some soul to raise, Oh, give me a word for thee. 2 Only a word for Jesus, Gentle and low with falt'ring breath; Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling, Winning a soul from death. 3 Only a word for Jesus, Only a wav'ring soul to hear; Yet, thro' increasing ages, Widen its help and cheer. 4 Only a word for Jesus, Feeble the love and praise appear: Angels their songs are ceasing, Glad this new note to hear. E. S. Lorenz. 421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M. _Waiting His Coming._ Are you Christ's light bearer? Of his joy a sharer? Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray? Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day? Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? Are you ever waiting For your Lord's returning? Are you watching day by day? 2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o'erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day? Are you pressing onward, With Christ's faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way? 3 Keep your altars burning, Wait your Lord's returning, While your heart's deep yearning Draws him ever near; With his radiance splendid Shall your light be blended When his glory shall appear? Priscilla J. Owens. 422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M. _Faithfulness._ When Jesus comes to reward his servants, Whether it be noon or night, Faithful to him will he find us watching, With our lamps all trimmed and bright? Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? Ready for the soul's bright home? Say, will he find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? 2 If at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will he answer thee--Well done? 3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? Do we seek to do our best? If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, We shall have a glorious rest. 4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, In his glory they shall share; If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, Will he find us watching there? Fanny J. Crosby. 423 Laban. S.M. _Watchfulness and Prayer._ (763) My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise: The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won Nor lay thine armor down; Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. George Heath, 1806. 424 Laban. S.M. _The Panoply of God._ (761) Soldiers of Christ! arise, And put your armor on,-- Strong, in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son:-- 2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God:-- 4 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 5 From strength to strength go on; Wrestle, and fight, and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 6 Still let the Spirit cry, In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, And takes the conquerors home. Charles Wesley, 1749. 425 Laban. S.M. _Victory is on the Lord's Side._ (765) Arise, ye saints, arise! The Lord our Leader is: The foe before his banner flies, And victory is his. 2 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace. 3 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light: 'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight:-- 4 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more; And ever with our Leader rest, On yonder peaceful shore. Thomas Kelly, 1803. 426 Maitland. C.M. _The Sacrifices of Warfare._ (751) Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed thro' bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine. Isaac Watts, 1723 427 America. 6s & 4s. _Christian Soldiers._ (773) Soldiers of Christ are we Marching to victory, Marching to heaven; In his bright armor dressed, His cross our chosen crest, And for our food and rest, His word is given. 2 Tho' foes our path surround, Tho' toils and cares abound, Onward we tread; We hear our Lord's command; We grasp each shining brand, And, like a banner grand, Hope waves o'erhead. 3 Soldiers of Christ are we, Light, Love, and Liberty Our battle call! Till truth shall win the day, Till right shall gain the sway, Till sin is driven away, We fight or fall. 428 Webb. 7s & 6s. (771) Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross! Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss; From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished. And Christ is Lord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus. The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day; Ye that are men! now serve him, Against unnumbered foes; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. 3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you; Ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer, Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. 4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus: The strife will not be long; This day, the noise of battle,-- The next, the victor's song; To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be; He, with the King of glory, Shall reign eternally! George Duffield, 1858. 429 Webb. 7s & 6s. _Psalm 27._ (772) God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation, My Light, my Help is near: Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me, With God at my right hand? 2 Place on the Lord reliance; My soul! with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate; His might thy heart shall strengthen, His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord will give thee peace. James Montgomery, 1822. 430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M. _Courage._ Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin; Each vict'ry will help you Some other to win. Fight manfully onward, Dark passions subdue; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through. 2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain, God's name hold in rev'rence, Nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. 3 To him that o'ercometh, God giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, Though often cast down; He who is our Savior Our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. H.R. Palmer. 431 St. Martin's. C.M. _Founded on a Rock._ (892) With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivaled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song; God's holy city shone. 2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands. 3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a Rock, with idle rage The threat'ning tempest blows. 4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, Thy God is thy defense; And weak and powerless every arm Against Omnipotence. Isaac Watts. 432 St. Martin's. C.M. _The Church Immovable._ (891) Oh! where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. 2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song. 3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, Thy holy church, O God! Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, And tempests are abroad; 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._ 433 St. Martin's. C.M. _Returning to Zion._ (894) Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust-- He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length-- The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge! And, Keep not back, O North! 4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. James Montgomery, 1825. 434 St. Martin's. C.M. _Little Flock._ Church of the ever-living God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice! 2 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise: They whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes. 3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Their feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more. H. Bonar, _ab._ 435 Laban. S.M. _Psalm 137._ (914) I love thy kingdom, Lord! The house of thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved, With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. Timothy Dwight, 1800. 436 State Street. S.M. _A Revival Sought._ (912) Revive thy work, O Lord! Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead, And make thy people hear. 2 Revive thy work, O Lord! Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smoldering embers now, By thine almighty breath. 3 Revive thy work, O Lord! Exalt thy precious name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For thee and thine inflame. 4 Revive thy work, O Lord! And give refreshing showers; The glory shall be all thine own, The blessing, Lord! be ours. Albert Midlane, 1861. 437 Ware. L.M. _Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._ (895) Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word. 3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, With every morning sacrifice. 4 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 6 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen! Isaac Watts, 1719. 438 Ware. L.M. _The Glory of the Church._ (904) Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior's strength. 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy various charms be known; The world thy glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. 4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; His hand thy ruins shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 439 Ware. L.M. _Rev. 11: 15._ (1028) Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies-- That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's! 2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to thee! And, over land and stream and main, Wave thou the scepter of thy reign! 3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Savior reigns! Mrs. Voke, 1816. 440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Her Enemies Confounded._ (925) Zion stands with hills surrounded, Zion kept by power divine! All her foes shall be confounded, Tho' the world in arms combine. Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine! 2 Ev'ry human tie may perish, Friend to friend unfaithful prove, Mothers cease their own to cherish, Heaven and earth at last remove; But no changes Can attend Jehovah's love. 3 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee-- Thou art precious in his sight: God is with thee-- God, thine everlasting light. Thomas Kelly, 1804 441 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _The Gospel Herald._ (926) On the mountain's top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing-- Zion long in hostile lands: Mourning captive! God himself shall loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful? By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well beloved. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumph end; Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send. Thomas Kelly, 1804 442 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Prayer for a Revival._ (923) Savior, visit thy plantation; Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance; Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent! Make us prevalent in prayers; Let each one, esteemed thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee. 4 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh, And begin, from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee. John Newton, 1779 443 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. _The Glory of the Church._ (921) Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 2 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove; Who can faint, while such a river, Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?-- Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and tire appear, For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near! Thus deriving from their banner, Light by night, and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which he gives them when they pray. John Newton, 1779. 444 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. _Isa. 54:10._ Zion, dreary and in anguish, 'Mid the desert hast thou strayed! Oh, thou weary, cease to languish; Jesus shall lift up thy head. Still lamenting and bemoaning, 'Mid thy follies and thy woes! Soon repenting and returning, All thy solitude shall close. 2 Though benighted and forsaken, Though afflicted and distressed; His almighty arm shall waken; Zion's King shall give thee rest: Cease thy sadness, unbelieving; Soon his glory shalt thou see! Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving, And the voice of melody! Thos. Hastings 445 Austria. 8s, 75. D. _The Heralds of the Gospel._ (1048) Onward, onward, men of heaven Bear the gospel's banner high; Rest not, till its light is given, Star of every pagan sky: Send it where the pilgrim stranger Paints beneath the torrid ray; Bid the red-browed forest-ranger Hail it, ere he fades away. 2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature, Dark in spirit, though they be, Show that light to every creature-- Prince or vassal, bond or free: Lo! they haste to every nation: Host on host the ranks supply: Onward! Christ is your salvation, And your death is victory. Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney. 446 Baca. L.M. _Save the Perishing._ (1021) The heathen perish; day by day, Thousands on thousands pass away! O Christians, to their rescue fly, Preach Jesus to them ere they die! 2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, Yea, life itself, that they may live, What hath your Savior done for you? And what for him will ye not do? 3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth, Call in the South, wake up the North, From every clime, from sun to sun, Gather God's children into one! J. Montgomery 447 Baca. L.M. _Home Missions._ (1022) Look from thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might! In pity look on those who stray, Benighted, in this land of light. 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from thee! 3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scattered, homeless flock, till all Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. 4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart. 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise. William C. Bryant, 1840. 448 Baca. L.M. _Missionary Charged and Encouraged._ (1024) Go, messenger of peace and love, To people plunged in shades of night, Like angels sent from fields above, Be thine to shed celestial light. 2 Go to the hungry--food impart; To paths of peace the wand'rer guide, And lead the thirsty, panting heart, Where streams of living water glide. 3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand: Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in his presence stand. 4 Thy love a rich reward shall find From him who sits enthroned on high: For they who turn the erring mind Shall shine like stars above the sky. A. Balfor 449 Baca. L.M. _Ascend Thy Throne._ Ascend thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord! Let saints and angels praise thy name, Be thou through heaven and earth adored. Benjamin Beddome. 450 Missionary Chant. L.M. _The Universal Reign of Christ._ (1033) Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; Put on thy strength, the nation shake; And let the world, adoring, 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. 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt; But to each conscience be applied The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim In every clime, of every name, Till adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Savior--Lord of all. William Shrubsole, 1776. 451 Missionary Chant. L.M. _Mission to the Heathen._ (1030) Behold, the heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive to receive The freedom Jesus has to give. 2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King. 3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days, When our Redeemer shall be known Where Satan long has held his throne. 4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise, And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew. Voke. 452 Missionary Chant. L.M. _The Gospel Banner._ (1027) Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide, The sun that lights its shining folds, The cross on which the Savior died. 2 Fling out the banner! angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the love divine. 3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight; And nations, crowding to be born, Baptize their spirits in its light. 4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, And spring immortal, into life. 5 Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide Our glory, only in the cross, Our only hope, the Crucified. 6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, Seaward and skyward let it shine; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; We conquer only in that sign. George W. Doane, 1848. 453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s. _Hopeful View._ (1042) Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land; When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command. 2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood God, the Savior, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad, Ev'ry language Soon shall tell the love of God. 3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving To our hearts, to hear, each day, Joyful news, from far arriving, How the gospel wins its way, Those enlight'ning Who in death and darkness lay. 4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 454 Anvern. L.M. _The Kingdom of Christ._ Great God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of over-spreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Isaac Watts. 455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. _Condition of the Heathen._ (1061) 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 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The light of life deny? Salvation! oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 3 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 ransomed nature The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. Reginald Heber, 1819. 456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. _Home Missions._ (1062) Our country's voice is pleading, Ye men of God, arise! His providence is leading, The land before you lies; Day gleams are o'er it brightening, And promise clothes the soil; Wide fields for harvest whitening, Invite the reaper's toil. 2 Go where the waves are breaking On California's shore, Christ's precious gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny's mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri's fountains, Rehearse the wondrous tale. 3 The love of Christ unfolding, Speed on from east to west, Till all, his cross beholding, In him are fully blest. Great Author of salvation, Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey. Mrs. G.W. Anderson. 457 Webb. 7s & 6s. _Success of the Gospel._ (1057) The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears: The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears. Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war. 2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower, And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour; Each cry, to heaven going, Abundant answers brings, And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings. 3 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above; While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey, And seek the Savior's blessing,-- A nation in a day. 4 Blest river of salvation! Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay:-- Stay not, till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home; Stay not, till all the holy Proclaim "The Lord is come." Samuel F. Smith, 1845. 458 Webb. 7s & 6s. _Home Missions._ (1059) Go preach the blest salvation To every sinful race, And bid each guilty nation Accept the Savior's grace; But bear, oh, quickly bear it Where thronging millions roam, And bid them freely share it, Who dwell with us at home. 2 Where blooms the broad savanna, Where mighty waters roll, There let the gospel banner Beam hope on every soul; Go where the west is teeming, And yet behold they come! The fields all ripe are gleaming For those who reap at home! 3 Our children there are dwelling, Neglected and astray, Whose hearts are often swelling To learn of Zion's way. Bear, bear to them the treasure And bid the exiles come; There is no sweeter pleasure, Than preaching Christ at home. Sidney Dyer. 459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s. _Victory of the Church._ See the flag of Jesus O'er the earth unfurled! Sabbath-schools are singing, All around the world; Sunday-schools in China, India and Japan, Training souls for glory, By the gospel plan. Cho.--Lift the cross of Jesus, Bear the Bible on; Soon the world will echo, With the vict'ry won. See the flag of Jesus, O'er the earth unfurled! Sunday-schools are singing, All around the world. 2 Little Indian diamonds, Precious island pearls; Learning Bible lessons, Happy boys and girls. Afric's gold dust scattered, Neath the feet of wrong, Rises up in brightness, From the darkness long. 3 Sunday-schools are singing, France and Spain and Rome; Hear their joyous music, Songs of heaven and home. Where the martyrs suffered, Holy seed is spread; Gather up these rubies, Dyed in life-blood red. 4 Sunday-schools in Chili, Reaching down the coast; Mexico is leading, Gallant little host. Glad Brazilian children, Praise to God shall sing; Far-off Patagonia Answers Christ is King. Priscilla J. Owens. 460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s. _The Messenger Welcomed._ (928) How beauteous on the mountains, The feet of him that brings, Like streams from living fountains, Good tidings of good things; That publisheth salvation, And jubilee release, To ev'ry tribe and nation, God's reign of joy and peace. 2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman! And shout from Zion's towers, Thy hallelujah chorus-- "The victory is ours!" The Lord shall build up Zion In glory and renown, And Jesus, Judah's lion, Shall wear his rightful crown. 3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; Oh, waste Jerusalem! Let songs, instead of sadness, Thy jubilee proclaim; The Lord in strength victorious, Upon thy foes hath trod; Behold, oh, earth! the glorious Salvation of our God. Benjamin Gough, 186-. 461 Herold. 7s. _Christian Ministers._ (1039) Soldiers of the cross! arise; Gird you with your armor bright; Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight. 2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, Soothe the troubled, banish grief; With the Spirit's sword arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief. 3 Be the banner still unfurled, Bear it bravely still abroad, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of the Lord. William Walsham How, 1854. 462 All Hallows. C.M. _In the Strength of Jesus._ (983) With thine own pity, Savior, see The thronged and darkening way! We go to win the lost to thee, Oh, help us, Lord, we pray! 2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand Against hell's marshalled powers; And heart to heart, and hand to hand, To make thine honor ours. 3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak, Of thy sweet love to tell; Till they who wander far shall seek And find and serve thee well. 4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send, And make thy goodness known, Till earth and heaven together blend Their praises at thy throne. Ray Palmer. 463 All Hallows. C.M. _Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35._ Oh! still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word,-- "More reapers for white harvest fields, More laborers for the Lord!" 2 We hear the call; in dreams no more In selfish ease we lie, But girded for our Father's work, Go forth beneath his sky. 3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would reap where they have strown. S. Longfellow. 464 Welton. L.M. _A Meeting of Ministers._ (1006) Pour out thy Spirit from on high; Lord! thine assembled servants bless; Graces and gifts to each supply. And clothe thy priests with righteousness. 2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness with meekness from above, To bear thy people on our heart, And love the souls whom thou dost love; 3 To watch and pray, and never faint; By day and night, strict guard to keep; To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. 4 Then, when our work is finished here, In humble hope, our charge resign; When the chief Shepherd shall appear, O God! may they and we be thine. James Montgomery, 1825. 465 Welton. L.M. _An Ordination Service._ (1011) The solemn service now is done. The vow is pledged, the toil begun; Seal thou, O God! the oath above, And ratify the pledge of love. 2 The shepherd of thy people bless; Gird him with thine own holiness; In duty may his pleasure be His glory in his zeal for thee. 3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies. The tear of penitence be shed, And myriads to the Savior led. 4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell; The mists of earth and sin dispel; Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain: Supreme in every bosom reign. Samuel F. Smith, 1843. 466 Happy Day. L.M. _Rejoicing in Entire Consecration._ (937) Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, On thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. Cho.--Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away; He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing ev'ry day! 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill the house, While to his altar now I move. 3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Rejoiced to own the call divine. 4 Now rest--my long-divided heart-- Fixed on this blissful center, rest; Here have I found a nobler part, Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till, in life's latest hour, I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 467 Happy Day. L.M. _Converts Welcomed._ (940) Come in, thou blessed of the Lord! Enter in Jesus' precious name; We welcome thee, with one accord, And trust the Savior does the same. 2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford, We'll seek in fellowship to prove, Joined in one spirit to our Lord, Together bound by mutual love. 3 And, while we pass this vale of tears, We'll make our joys and sorrows known; We'll share each other's hopes and fears, And count a brother's case our own. 4 Once more, our welcome we repeat; Receive assurance of our love; Oh! may we all together meet, Around the throne of God above. Thomas Kelly, 1812. 468 Evan. C.M. _Brotherly Love._ (983) How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill his word!-- 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart; 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love: 4 When love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flows; When union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows. 5 Love is the golden chain, that binds The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven, that finds His bosom glow with love. Joseph Swain. 1791 469 Evan. C.M. _Gen. 24:31._ (931) Come in, beloved of the Lord, Stranger nor foe art thou; We welcome thee with warm accord, Our friend, our brother, now. 2 The hand of fellowship, the heart Of love, we offer thee: Leaving the world, thou dost but part From lies and vanity. 3 Come with us,--we will do thee good, As God to us hath done; Stand but in him, as those have stood Whose faith the victory won. 4 And when, by turns, we pass away, And star by star grows dim, May each, translated into day, Be lost and found in him. James Montgomery. 470 Evan. C.M. _Covenant Vows._ (933) Witness, ye men and angels! now, Before the Lord we speak; To him we make our solemn vow, A vow we dare not break;-- 2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield; Nor from his cause will we depart, Or even quit the field. 3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely; That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply. 4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways; And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise. Benjamin Beddome, 1790. 471 Dennis. S.M. _Love to the Brethren._ (992) Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes; Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. John Fawcett, 1772. 472 Dennis. S.M. _Laborers in the Vineyard._ (995) And let our bodies part-- To diff'rent climes repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are. 2 Oh, let us still proceed In Jesus' work below; And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go. 3 The vineyard of the Lord Before his laborers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. 4 Oh, let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end. Charles Wesley 473 Dennis, S.M. _Meeting After Absence._ (996) And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For his redeeming grace. 2 Preserved by power divine To full salvation here, Again in Jesus' praise we join, And in his sight appear. 3 What troubles have we seen! What conflicts have we passed! Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last! 4 But out of all the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above. 5 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain; And gladly reckon all things loss So we may Jesus gain. Charles Wesley. 474 Rockingham. L.M. _The Likeness of His Death._ (974) How blest the hour when first we gave Our guilty souls to thee, O God; A cheerful sacrifice of love, Bought with the Savior's precious blood. 2 How blest the vow we here record! How blest the grace we now receive! Buried in baptism with our Lord, New lives of holiness to live. 3 How blest the solemn rite that seals Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;-- How blest the emblem that reveals God reconciled and peace with heaven. 4 Thus through the emblematic grave The glorious, suffering Savior trod; Thou art our pattern, through the wave We follow thee, blest Son of God. S.F. Smith. 475 Rockingham. L.M. _The Feast of Love._ (961) My God! and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. 2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of his flesh and blood; Thrice happy he, who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food! 3 Oh! let thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. 4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared; With hearts inflamed let all attend; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 476 Rockingham. L.M. _Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!_ (963) Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on thee call; To them that seek thee, thou art good, To them that find thee,--All in all! 3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread! And long to feast upon thee still; We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, And thirst our souls from thee to fill. 4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 5 O Jesus! ever with us stay; Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world thy holy light. Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833. 477 Aletta. 7s. _The Bread of Life._ (973) Bread of heaven, on thee we feed For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread. 2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Thro' the life of him who died, Lord of life, oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee. Josiah Conder, 1824. 478 Windham. L.M. _The Lord's Supper Instituted._ (964) 'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and blessed and brake; What love thro' all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 "This is my body, broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food;" Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: "'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying Friend; Meet at the table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate; We show thy death, we sing thy name Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. Isaac Watts. 479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s. _Viewing the Cross._ (977) While, in sweet communion, feeding On this earthly bread and wine, Savior, may we see thee bleeding On the cross, to make us thine. 2 Now, our eyes forever closing To this fleeting world below, On thy gentle breast reposing, Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know. 3 Though unseen, be ever near us, With the still small voice of love, Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, Ev'ry doubt and fear remove. 4 Bring before us all the story Of thy life, and death of woe; And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below. Edward Denny, 1839. 480 Arlington. C.M. _Remembering Christ._ (958) That dreadful night before his death, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Did, almost with his dying breath, This solemn feast ordain. 2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee; Help each poor trembler to repeat-- For me he died, for me. 3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings; We eat the bread and drink the wine, But think on nobler things. 4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee, To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, The Lamb that died for me. Joseph Hart, d. 1768 481 Till He Come. 7s. _The Coming Joy._ "Till he come!" oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the "little while" between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come!" 2 When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, It is only "Till he come!" 3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb Pain us only "Till he come!" 4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and eat the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round his heavn'ly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only "Till he come!" E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861. 482 Arlington. C.M. _Baptized into His Death._ (945) We long to move and breathe in thee, Inspired with thine own breath, To live thy life, O Lord, and be Baptized into thy death. 2 Thy death to sin we die below, But we shall rise in love; We here are planted in thy woe, But we shall bloom above. 3 Above we shall thy glory share, As we thy cross have borne; E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, When we the thorns have worn. 483 Arlington. C.M. _Baptism of Children._ (948) Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer We now devote to thee; Let them thy covenant mercies share, And thy salvation see. 2 In early days their hearts secure From worldly snares, we pray; And let them to the end endure In every righteous way. 3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live In holy faith and fear; And then to heaven our souls receive And bring our children there. 484 Thanatopsis. S.M. _Dying, not Death._ (1088) It is not death to die,-- To leave this weary road, And, midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years. 3 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong exulting wing, To live among the just. 4 Jesus, thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die; Like thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with thee on high. George W. Bethune, 1847. 485 Thanatopsis. S.M. _The Crowning Hour._ (1086) Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare's past; The battle's fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last;-- 2 Of all thy heart's desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer's breast. 3 In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer he heard, And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward. 4 With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry,-- Salvation to the Lamb! Charles Wesley. 486 Thanatopsis. S.M. _A Little While._ (1089) A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb. 2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime. 3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more. 4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. 5 'Tis but a little while And he shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign. 6 Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. Horatius Bonar, 1856. 487 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. _Death Inevitable._ Days and moments quickly flying Blend the living with the dead; Soon shall we who sing be lying, Each within our narrow bed. 2 Soon our souls to God who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight; Able now by grace to save them, Oh, that while we can we might. 3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mighty frame, Teach, oh, teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came:-- 4 Whence we came, and whither wending Soon we must through darkness go, To inherit bliss unending, Or eternity of woe. Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849. As the tree falls so must it lie; As the man lives so will he die; As the man dies, such must he be All through the days of eternity. Amen. 488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. _Matthew 6:10._ (1097) Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding O'er the spoils that death has won, We would at this solemn meeting, Calmly say,--thy will be done. 2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; Blessed Lord,--thy will be done. 3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With thy smiles of love returning, We can sing--thy will be done. 4 By thy hands the boon was given, Thou hast taken but thine own: Lord of earth, and God of heaven, Evermore,--thy will be done! Thomas Hastings. 489 Rest. L.M. _Sleeping in Jesus._ (1077) Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, Which manifests the Savior's power. 3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be; Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From whence none ever wake to weep. Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832. 490 Rest. L.M. _The End of that Man is Peace._ (1078) How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies! Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773. 491 Rest. L.M. _Death and Burial of a Christian._ (1080) Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb; Take this new treasure to thy trust And give these sacred relics room, To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blest the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; Attend, O earth, his sovereign word; Restore thy trust; a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. Isaac Watts, 1734. 492 Rest. L.M. _The Fading Flower._ (1084) So fades the lovely, blooming flower-- Frail smiling solace of an hour! So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die. 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, Thy comforts are not made to die. 3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope shall live again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye And faith points upward to the sky. Anne Steele, 1760 493 China. C.M. _We Are Confident._ (1067) Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis 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. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And scattered all the gloom. 4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly At the great rising-day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake! ye nations under ground; Ye saints! ascend the skies. Isaac Watts, 1707. 494 China. C.M. _Cheerful Submission to Death._ (1065) And let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high-- 2 Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long-sought rest; That only bliss for which it pants, In the Redeemer's breast. 3 In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain; And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain. 4 I suffer on my three-score years, Till my Deliverer come, And wipes away his servant's tears, And takes his exile home. Charles Wesley, 1759. 495 China. C.M. _Mourning with Hope._ (1066) Why should our tears in sorrow flow When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown? 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those Whose life to God was given? Gladly to earth their eyes they close To open them in heaven. 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, And they are fully blest! They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest. 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,-- God has recalled his own; But let our hearts, in every woe, Still say, "Thy will be done!" Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829. 496 Frederick. 11s. _Death Not Fearful._ I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 4 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 feast of the soul? W.A. Muhlenburg. 497 Thy Will Be Done. Chant _Mark 14:36._ "Thy will be | done!" || In devious way The hurrying stream of | life may | run; || Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | "Thy will be | done." 2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, || This prayer will make it more divine-- | "Thy will be | done!" 3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one || Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, | "Thy will be | done." Sir. J. Bowring, 1825. 498 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. _On Jordan's Strand._ (1146) My days are gliding swiftly by, And I a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger. Cho.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And, just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear! Our heav'nly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word,-- "Let ev'ry lamp be burning." 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest none can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home, Forever, oh! forever! David Nelson, 1835. 499 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. _Wayfarers._ (1147) Wayfarers in the wilderness, By morn, and noon, and even, Day after day, we journey on, With weary feet toward heaven. Cho.--O land above! O land of love! The glory shineth o'er thee; O Christ, our King! in mercy bring Us thither, we implore thee! 2 By day the cloud before us goes, By night the cloud of fire, To guide us o'er the trackless waste, To Canaan ever nigher. 3 The sea was riven from our feet, And so shall be the river; And, by the King's highway brought home, We'll praise his name forever: Alexander R. Thompson, 1869. 500 Nearer Home. 6s. _A Solemn Thought._ (1139) One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I'm nearer home to-day Than e'er I've been before. Cho.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, Nearer my home to-day; Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day, Than ever I've been before. 2 Nearer my Father's house Where the blest mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea; 3 Nearer the bound where we Must lay our burdens down, Nearer to leave the cross, Nearer to gain the crown. 4 The waves of that deep sea Roll dark before my sight, But break, the other side, Upon a shore of light. 5 Oh! if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink, If I am nearer home To-day than e'en I think, 6 Father! perfect my trust, That I may rest, in death, On Christ, my Lord, alone, And thus resign my breath. Phoebe Cary, 1852 _a._ 501 Consolation. P.M. _The Death of a Child._ There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel for her children crying Will not be comforted! 2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors, Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heav'ns distant lamps. 3 She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead. 4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion, And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean That cannot be at rest: We will be patient--and assuage the feeling We cannot wholly stay, By silence sanctifying, not concealing The grief that must have way. Henry W. Longfellow, 1849. 502 Peace, Be Still. P.M. _Submission._ Peace, be still! In this night of sorrow bow; Oh, my heart, contend not thou; What befalls is God's own will; Peace, be still! 2 Hold thee still! Tho' the Father scourge thee sore, Cling thou to him all the more; Let him mercy's work fulfill; Hold thee still! 3 Lord, my God! Give me grace, that I may be Thy true child, and silently Own thy scepter and thy rod; Lord, my God! 4 Shepherd mine! From thy fullness give me still Faith to do and bear thy will Till the morning light shall shine; Shepherd mine! Schiller. 503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s. _Death of a Christian._ Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal, Fatherland, home of the soul. 2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;" Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above, Rest in the light of his love. 3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more, Rest on the beautiful shore. Maria Straub. 504 As Fade the Stars. P.M. _The Life of the Departed._ As fade the stars at morn away, Their glory gone in perfect day, So pass away the friends we love, Their presence lost in worlds above, While we o'er their slumbers are weeping. 2 As sink the stars when night is o'er, To rise upon some other shore, So sink our precious ones from sight, In other skies to walk in light, While we sorrow's vigils are keeping. 3 No more in east, or in the west, Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; Fixed firm in that celestial air, They radiant shine eternal there; Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping. J.E. Rankin, D.D. 505 Nettie. 5s & 9s. _Consolation._ Midst sorrow and care There's one that is near, And ever delights to relieve us. 2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, On whom we depend For life and for all its rich blessings. 3 When trouble assails, His love never fails; He meets us with sweet consolation. 506 Meribah. C.P.M. _Pleading for Acceptance._ (1114) When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all; But--can I bear the piercing thought?-- What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou my only hiding-place, In this th' accepted day; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found, To bow before thy face; Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace. Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772 507 Meribah. C.P.M. _Present and Future Realities._ (1115) Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Between two boundless seas I stand,-- Yet how insensible! A point of time--a moment's space-- Removes me to yon heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell! 2 O God! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me, ere it be too late! Wake me to righteousness. 3 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, To suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure! 4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, Transported from the earth, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. Charles Wesley, 1749. 508 Marlow. C.M. _Certainty of Judgment._ (1103) That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before the Judge And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart!" 3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my dreadful station where I must not taste his love! 4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Show me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands. Isaac Watts, 1707. 509 Judgment. C.M. _The Judgment Day._ (1106) And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? 2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. 3 How careful then I ought to live! With what religious fear, Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here. 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. Charles Wesley. 510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D. _The New Jerusalem._ Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed: I know not, oh, I know not, What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the light, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. 511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D. _Paradise of Joy._ For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 Oh, sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! Oh, sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. 512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. _In Immanuel's Land._ The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes. Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. 2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams of earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above. There, to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. 3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine; He brings a poor, vile sinner Into his house divine. Upon the Rock of Ages My soul, redeemed, shall stand, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. Annie Ross Cousin, 1857. 513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. _Heb. 11: 14._ Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th' elect,-- O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect! Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn! 2 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified, thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise;-- Jerusalem! exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! 3 O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er see thy face? O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er win thy grace?-- Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, his forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757 514 Varina. C.M. D. _The Heavenly Canaan._ (1116) There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heavenly land from ours. 2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. 3 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes-- Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Isaac Watts, 1709. 515 Varina. C.M.D. _Heavenly Rest in Anticipation_ (1118) When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage. And face a frowning world. 2 Let cares like a wild deluge come Let storms of sorrow fall-- So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Isaac Watts, 1707. 516 Varina. C.M.D. _The Society of Heaven._ (1126) Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. Francis Baker (?), 1801. 517 Over There. P.M. _The Home Over There._ (1141) Oh, think of the home over there, By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white. Ref.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there. 2 Oh, think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod, Of the songs that they breathe on the air. In their home in the palace of God. Ref.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there. 3 My Savior is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; Then away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest. Ref.--Over there, over there, My Savior is now over there; Over there, over there, over there, My Savior is now over there. 4 I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see; Many dear to my heart, over there, Are watching and waiting for me. Ref.--Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there; Over there, over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there. Rev. D.W.C. Huntington. 518 Sweet By and By. P.M. _The Other Side._ (1150) There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there. Cho.--In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 3 To our bountiful Father above We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of his love. And the blessings that hallow our days. 4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, In the joys of the saved we shall share; All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, And the conqueror's crown we shall wear. 5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, In the land where the saved never die; We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, Safe at home in the sweet by and by. S.F. Bennett. 519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. _Sweet Fields of Eden._ (1148) In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request. Cho.--There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand. For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land. 3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But, in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed Hail with joy the rising morn 5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory Shout your triumph as you go; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. William Hunter, 1857 520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. _Deut. 12:9._ (1149) This is not my place of resting,-- Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting-- On to my eternal home. 2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse hath passed away; 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along-- On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again! H. Bonar. 521 Woodland. C.M. _Heaven's Joys._ (1121) There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- 'Tis found above--in heav'n. 2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose--in heav'n. 3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heav'n. 4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heav'n. Wm. B. Tappan, 1829. 522 Going Home. L.M. _Joyful Prospect._ My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine. Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more. 2 My Father's house is built on high; Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, Be mine a happier lot, to own A heavenly mansion near the throne. 4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me. Rev. William Hunter. 523 Sweet Home. 11s. _The Eternal Home._ (1142) 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. David Denham, 1826. 524 We Shall Meet. P.M. _The Joyful Anticipation._ We shall meet beyond the river, By and by, by and by; And the darkness shall be over, By and by, by and by; With the toilsome journey done, And the glorious battle won, We shall shine forth as the sun, By and by, by and by. 2 We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by, by and by; We shall sing redemption's story. By and by, by and by; And the strains for evermore Shall resound in sweetness o'er Yonder everlasting shore, By and by, by and by. 3 We shall see and be like Jesus, By and by, by and by; Who a crown of life will give us, By and by, by and by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will Shall attend, and love us still, By and by, by and by. 4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, By and by, by and by; And with sweetest rapture knowing, By and by, by and by; All the blest ones who have gone To the land of life and song,-- We with shoutings shall rejoin, By and by, by and by. Rev. John Atkinson. 525 Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s. _The Conquering Pilgrim._ I saw a way-worn trav'ler, In tattered garments clad, And struggling up the mountain, It seemed that he was sad; His back was laden heavy, His strength was almost gone, Yet he shouted as he journeyed, Deliverance will come. Ref.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear. 2 The summer sun was shining, The sweat was on his brow, His garments worn and dusty, His step seemed very slow; But he kept pressing onward, For he was wending home; Still shouting as he journeyed, Deliverance will come. 3 The songsters in the arbor That stood beside the way Attracted his attention, Inviting his delay; His watchword being "Onward," He stopped his ears and run, Still shouting as he journeyed, Deliverance will come. 4 I saw him in the evening, The sun was bending low, He'd overtopped the mountain And reached the vale below; He saw the golden city,-- His everlasting home,-- And shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance will come! 5 While gazing on that city, Just o'er the narrow flood, A band of holy angels Came from the throne of God; They bore him on their pinions Safe o'er the dashing foam, And joined him in his triumph,-- Deliverance has come! 6 I heard the song of triumph They sang upon that shore, Saying, Jesus has redeemed us To suffer nevermore: Then, casting his eyes backward On the race which he had run, He shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance has come! J.B. Matthias. 526 Home of the Soul. P.M. _The Beautiful Land._ I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far away home of the soul; Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll. 2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams Its bright jasper walls I can see; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me. 3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me, Where Jesus of Nazareth stands, The King of all kingdoms forever is he, And he holdeth our crowns in his hands. 4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain; With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again. Mrs. Ellen H. Gates. 527 Forever with the Lord. S.M.D. _Eternal Blessedness._ (1134) "Forever with the Lord!" Amen, so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home; Nearer home, nearer home, A day's march nearer home. 2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's aspiring eye Thy golden gates appear. Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love; The bright inheritance of saints-- Jerusalem above; Home above, home above, Jerusalem above. 3 Yet doubts still intervene, And all my comfort flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart, The wind and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace; Bow of peace, bow of peace, Expands the bow of peace. James Montgomery, 1835. 528 On Jordan's Stormy Banks. C.M. _The Pleasing Prospect._ (1117) On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. Cho.--We will rest in the fair and happy land, Just across on the evergreen shore, Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by, And dwell with Jesus evermore. 2 O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns And scatters night away. 3 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest? 4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. Samuel Stennett, 1787. 529 Shall We Gather. 8s & 7s. _The River of Life._ Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God. Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. 2 On the margin of the river Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy, golden day. 3 Ere we reach the shining river Lay we ev'ry burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. 4 At the smiling of the river Mirror of the Savior's face, Saints whom death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace. 5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. Robert Lowry. 530 The Future. 8s & 7s. D. _The Future in God's Hands._ Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? Does but God in heaven know? Shall I be among the living? Shall I be among the free? Wheresoe'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me, And I know not where I'll be; But where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. 2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, Whilst he leads me by the hand, And to those around be saying, Come and join this happy band? Come, for all things now are ready, Come, his faithful foll'wer be; Oh, where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. 3 But perhaps my work for Jesus Soon in future may be done, All my earthly trials ended, And my crown in heaven won; Then forever with the ransomed Thro' eternity I'd be Chanting hymns to him who bo't me With his blood, shed on a tree. Miss Jennie Stout. 531 Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s. _The Aged Christian's Delight._ The evening shades are falling, The sun is sinking fast; The Holy One is calling, We're going home at last. Cho.--Going home at last; Going home at last; The march will soon be over, We're going home at last. 2 The road's been long and dreary, The toils came thick and fast; In body weak and weary, Were going home at last. 3 We now are nearing heaven, And soon shall be at rest; Our crowns will soon be given, We're going home at last. 4 Oh, praise the Lord forever, Our sorrows are all past; We'll part no more, no, never; We are at home at last. Rev. W. Gossett. 532 The Sweet Story. P.M. _Christ's Delight in Children._ I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. Ref.--I should like to have been with them then; I should like to have been with them then; How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." Ref.--"Let the little ones come unto me," "Let the little ones come unto me," And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above. Ref.--I shall see him and hear him above, I shall see him and hear him above, And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above. Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841. 533 Siloam. C.M. _Childhood Piety._ (1180) By cool Siloam's shady rill, How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose! 2 Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r. And stormy passions rage. Reginald Heber, 1812. 534 Swanwick. C.M. _A New House of Worship._ (1176) God of the universe! to thee This sacred house we rear, And now, with songs and bended knee, Invoke thy presence here. 2 Long may this echoing dome resound The praises of thy name, These hallowed walls to all around The Triune God proclaim. 3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell; Thy glory here make known; Thy people's home, oh! come and fill, And seal it as thine own. 4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn Upon the just shall rise, May all who own thee here be borne To mansions in the skies. Miss Mary O----, 1841. 535 Swanwick. C.M. _Church Opening._ Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest; Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned 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. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain With love and power divine. 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. And shame confound his foes. Isaac Watts. 536 Swanwick. C.M. _Temperance Meeting._ (1186) 'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From passion's fearful strife. 2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves! 3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant's will, In bondage heart and soul! 4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King! And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end th' usurper's reign. 5 The cause of Temperance is thine own, Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord! in thee alone To crown them with success. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872. 537 Let Us Arise. P.M. _Moral Reforms._ Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land? Do you note his rising pow'r, Growing bolder ev'ry hour? Will he not our land devour while you stand? Cho.--Let us arise, all unite! Let us arise in our might! Let us arise! speak for God and the right. Tho' our numbers may be few, God will lead us grandly thro' And our arms with strength endue by his might. 2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r? Mark you not the mother's sigh? Hear you not the children's cry? See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour? 3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay. Thousands perish while you wait, While you counsel and debate; Heed you not their awful fate as they stray? 4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers, Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might! Counting cost, no longer wait; Forward, manhood of the state! For in God your strength is great for the right. E.S. Lorenz. 588 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. _The Temperance Banner._ (1192) Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner And fling it to the breeze, And let the glad hosanna Sweep over land and seas; To God be all the glory For what we now behold-- Oh, let the cheering story In every ear be told. 2 The drunkard shall not perish In Alcohol's dire chain, But wife and children cherish Within his home again; And sobered men, repenting, Will bow at Jesus' feet, Their thankful hearts relenting Before the mercy-seat. 3 A new-waked zeal is burning In this and every land, And thousands now are turning To join our temp'rance band; The light of truth is shining In many a darkened soul; Ere long its rays combining Will blaze from pole to pole. 539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. _The Crystal Fountain._ (1193) From brightest crystal fountain That flows in beauty free, By shady hill and mountain Fill high the cup for me! Sing of the sparkling waters, Sing of the cooling spring-- Let freedom's sons and daughters Their joyous tribute bring. 2 From many a happy dwelling, Late misery's dark abode, The joyous peal is swelling-- The hymn of praise to God, Glad songs are now ascending From many a thankful heart, Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending, And each their aid impart. 3 We'll join the tuneful chorus And raise our song on high! The cheering view before us Delights the raptured eye; The glorious cause is gaining New strength from day to day, The drunkard host is waning Before cold water's sway. 540 Hebron. L.M. _Corner-Stone Laying._ (1178) An earthly temple here we raise, Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise; Oh! make thy gracious presence known, While now we lay its corner-stone. 2 Within the house thy servants rear, Deign by thy Spirit to appear; On all its walls salvation write, From corner-stone to topmost height. 3 And when this temple, "made with hands," Upon its firm foundation stands, Oh! may we all with loving heart, In nobler building bear a part, 4 Where every polished stone shall be A human soul won back to thee; All resting upon Christ alone,-- The chief and precious Corner-Stone. Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866. 541 Chesterfield. C.M. _Prayer for the Nation._ (1217) Lord! while for all mankind we pray, Of ev'ry clime and coast, Oh! hear us for our native land,-- The land we love the most. 2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, Her everlasting Friend. John Reynell Wreford, 1837. 542 America. 6s & 4s. _America._ (1226) My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrim's pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! 2 My native country, thee,-- Land of the noble, free,-- Thy name--I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring, from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break,-- The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers' God! to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us, by thy might, Great God, our King! Samuel F. Smith, 1832. 543 America. 6s & 4s. _Our Native Land._ (1227) God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds and wave! Do thou our country save, By thy great might. 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies; On him we wait; Thou, who art ever nigh, Guardian with watchful eye! To thee aloud we cry,-- God save the state! John S. Dwight, 1844. 544 America. 6s & 4s. _The Poor._ Lord, from thy blessed throne, Sorrow look down upon! God save the poor! Teach them true liberty, Make them from tyrants free, Let their homes happy be! God save the poor! 2 The arms of wicked men Do thou with might restrain-- God save the poor! Raise thou their lowliness, Succor thou their distress, Thou whom the meanest bless! God save the poor! 3 Give them stanch honesty, Let their pride manly be-- God save the poor! Help them to hold the right, Give them both truth and might, Lord of all life and light! God save the poor! Nicoll. 545 Our Glad Jubilee. P.M. _Thanksgiving Anniversary._ Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord! Praise for thy care by day and by night, Praise for the homes by love made so bright; Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light Beaming from thy word. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord! 2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home! Lord! by thy mercy hither we come; Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam, Keep us in thy fear; Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine, Now cause thy face upon us to shine; Grant that our hearts may be truly thine All the coming year. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord! 3 Yet once again the anthem repeat, Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet; Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet, In his temple now. Jesus accept the offering we bring, Blending with song the odors of spring; Still of thy wondrous love we will sing, Till in heaven we bow. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord! W.F. Sherwin. 546 Laudo. 7s. _Thanksgiving._ (1223) Praise to God! immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the flocks that roam the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse; 3 All that spring with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land, All that lib'ral autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores; 4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And when ev'ry blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone. Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. 547 Seasons. L.M. _At Sea._ (1197) Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, O Lord, hast power to save. 2 I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrows fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. 3 And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine; Or though the tempest's fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death. 4 In ocean cave still safe with thee, The germ of immortality; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. Mrs. Willard. 548 Let Us Anew. P.M. _New Year._ Come, let us anew Our journey pursue-- Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfill, And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labor of love. 2 Our life is a dream, Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; The millenial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near. 3 Oh, that each, in the day Of his coming, may say, "I have fought my way through; I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;" Oh, that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done; Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne" Charles Wesley. 1752. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Abide with me, fast falls the eventide, 56 A charge to keep I have, 403 A few more years shall roll, 486 Again our earthly cares we leave, 40 Ah! how shall fallen man, 178 Alas! and did my Savior bleed, 121 All hail the power of Jesus' name, 154 "Almost persuaded," now to believe, 221 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, 332 Am I a soldier of the cross, 426 Amid the trials which I meet, 353 And are we yet alive, 473 And can I yet delay, 236 And let our bodies part, 472 And let this feeble body fail, 494 And must I be to judgment brought, 509 An earthly temple here we raise, 540 Angel, roll the rock away, 144 Angels rejoiced and sweetly song, 102 A pilgrim through this lonely world, 107 Approach my soul the mercy seat, 240 Are there no wounds for me, 127 Are you Christ's light-bearer, 421 Are you weary, are you heavy hearted, 399 Arise, my soul, arise, 196 Arise, O King of grace, arise, 535 Arise, ye saints, arise, 425 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 450 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 449 As fade the stars at morn away, 504 Ask ye, what great thing I know, 313 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, 489 As pants the hart for cooling stream, 349 Astonished and distressed, 179 A throne of grace! then let us go, 392 Awake and sing the song, 301 Awake, awake, the sacred song, 290 Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 52 Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, 5 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 401 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 319 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 3 Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 72 Behold a stranger at the door, 202 Behold! the blind their sight receive, 111 Behold the heathen waits to know, 451 Behold! the morning sun, 64 Behold the throne of grace, 398 Behold what wondrous grace, 337 Behold where, in the Friend of man, 115 Beneath thy cross I lay me down, 139 Blessed be thy love, dear Lord, 302 Blest be the Father and his love, 76 Blest be the tie that binds, 471 Blest is the man whose heart doth move, 410 Blest is the man, whose softening heart, 402 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 195 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 477 Broad is the road that leads to death, 227 Buried in shadows of the night, 184 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 533 By thy birth, and by thy tears, 130 Called to the feast by the King are we, 230 Calm on the listening ear of night, 97 Cast thy burden on the Lord, 380 Cast thy burden on the Lord, 366 Children of the heavenly King, 298 Christ has for sin atonement made, 199 Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 143 Church of the ever-living God, 434 Come at the morning hour, 397 Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, 45 Come, every soul, by sin oppressed, 246 Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 164 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 174 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 166 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, 211 Come in, beloved of the Lord, 469 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 467 Come, let us all unite to praise, 289 Come, let us all unite to sing, 93 Come, let us anew, 548 Come, let us join the songs of praise, 155 Come, let us sing the song of songs, 306 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 394 Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, 8 Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, 206 Come, sound his praise abroad, 21 Come, thou Almighty King, 75 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 338 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 159 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 218 Come to the cross where the Savior, 135 Come to the blood-stained tree, 198 Come, we that love the Lord, 415 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye, 374 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 223 Come ye that know and fear the Lord, 91 Command thy blessing from above, 39 Complete in thee! no work of mine, 344 Crown him with many crowns, 300 Crown his head with endless blessing, 162 Daughter of Zion, from the dust, 433 Days and moments quickly flying, 487 Deep in our hearts let us record, 138 Delay not, delay not; oh sinner, 216 Depth of mercy! can there be, 194 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 128 Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord, 293 Do you hear the Savior calling, 237 Do you slumber in your tent, 537 Down at the cross where my Savior died, 329 Down in the valley with my Savior, 375 Drooping souls! no longer mourn, 225 Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 299 Ere mountains reared their forms, 84 Eternal Spirit! by whose power, 170 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 89 Ever would I fain be reading, 114 Fade, fade, each earthly joy, 312 Fading, still fading, the last beam, 60 Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n, 357 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 238 Father of mercies, in thy word, 68 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 365 Fling out the banner! let it float, 452 Forever here my rest shall be, 256 Forever with the Lord, 527 For thee, O dear, dear country, 511 From all that dwell below the skies, 4 From brightest crystal fountain, 539 From Calvary a cry was heard, 118 From every stormy wind that blows, 384 From Greenland's icy mountains, 455 From the cross uplifted high, 208 Give me the Bible, star of gladness, 63 Give to the winds thy fears, 363 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 443 Glory be to the Father, 1-2 God be with you till we meet again, 61 God bless our native land, 543 God is love, his mercy brightens, 87 God is my strong salvation, 429 God is the refuge of his saints, 356 God moves in a mysterious way, 81 God of my life! through all my days, 9 God of our salvation! hear us, 34 God of the universe, to thee, 534 Go, labor on, spend and be spent, 406 Go, labor on, while it is day, 409 Go, messenger of peace and love, 448 Go, preach the blest salvation, 458 Grace! 'tis a charming sound, 336 Gracious Spirit, love divine, 172 Great God! attend while Zion sings, 35 Great God, how infinite art thou, 74 Great God, when I approach thy throne, 122 Great God, whose universal sway, 454 Great Spirit, by whose mighty pow'r, 167 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 362 Hail! great Creator, wise and good, 15 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, 90 Hail! morning known among the blest, 148 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, 163 Hallelujah! song of gladness, 26 Hark! ten thousand harps and voices, 151 Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes, 99 Hark, the herald angels sing, 101 Hasten, sinner! to be wise, 205 Have you been to Jesus for the, 282 He knows the bitter, weary way, 379 He leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't, 371 Here I can firmly rest, 361 He wills that I should holy be, 263 Holy Bible, book divine, 65 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness, 177 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty, 18 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, 171 Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, 176 Hosanna to the Prince of light, 142 Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit, 175 How beauteous on the mountains, 460 How blest the hour when first we gave, 474 How blest the righteous when he dies, 490 How charming is the place, 30 How did my heart rejoice to hear, 42 How firm a foundation, ye saints, 369 How gentle God's commands, 335 How beauteous were the marks divine, 108 How heavy is the night, 180 How helpless guilty nature lies, 181 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 37 How precious is the book divine, 69 How sad it would be, if when thou, 229 How sad our state by nature is, 182 How shall the young secure their hearts, 70 How solemn are the words, 250 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 468 How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn, 46 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 109 How sweet the name of Jesus, 295 How sweet to leave the world awhile, 36 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 324 How tender is thy hand, 383 How vast, how full, how free, 189 I am coming to the cross, 274 I am dwelling on the mountain, 285 I am thine, O Lord, I have heard, 280 I cannot always trace the way, 355 I cannot do without thee, 272 I gave my life for thee, 134 I have found a friend in Jesus, 328 I have found redemption, 245 I have found repose for my weary soul, 373 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 334 I hear the Savior say, 197 I hear thy welcome voice, 317 I know that my Redeemer lives, 149 I love to steal awhile away, 388 I love to tell the story, 419 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 435 I need thee every hour, 326 I saw a way-worn, trav'ler, 525 I sing th' almighty pow'r of God, 79 I stand, but not as once I did, 243 I think when I read that sweet story, 532 I want to be a worker for the Lord, 413 I will sing you a song of that beautiful, 526 I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, 496 In God I have found a retreat, 378 In heavenly love abiding, 345 In some way or other, 367 In stature grows the heavenly child, 106 In the cross of Christ I glory, 131 In the Christian's home in glory, 519 In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, 350 In thy name, O Lord! assembling, 32 In thy service will I ever, 268 In vain in high and holy lays, 116 It came upon the midnight clear, 94 It is not death to die, 484 I've found the pearl of greatest price, 287 I've reached the land of corn and wine, 284 Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r, 92 Jerusalem, my glorious home, 516 Jerusalem, the glorious, 513 Jerusalem, the golden, 510 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 304 Jesus comes, his conflict over, 152 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 266 Jesus is God! the glorious bands, 100 Jesus is tenderly calling thee home, 214 Jesus, keep me near the cross, 136 Jesus, Lover of my soul, 340 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 264 Jesus, my heart within me burns, 305 Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry, 241 Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, 201 Jesus, my truth, my way, 318 Jesus, Savior, pilot me, 341 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 437 Jesus, the very thought of thee, 291 Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend, 239 Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts, 476 Jesus, thy church with longing eyes, 161 Jesus, thy name I love, 308 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding, 488 Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 98 Just as I am, without one plea, 235 Just as thou art, without one trace, 213 Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling, 381 Lift up the Gates of Praise, 22 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 17 Light after darkness, 418 Like Noah's weary dove, 192 Listen, sinner! mercy hails you, 224 Look from thy sphere of endless day, 447 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 507 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 33 Lord, from thy blessed throne, 544 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 265 Lord, I believe a rest remains, 257 Lord, I care not for riches, 247 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 66 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing, 269 Lord, I know thy grace is nigh me, 253 Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole, 281 Lord of all being! throned afar, 7 Lord, send thy word, and let it fly, 67 Lord, teach us how to pray aright, 389 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, 88 Lord, weak and impotent I stand, 278 Lord, we come before thee now, 31 Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 541 Love divine, all love excelling, 267 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned, 286 Mercy, oh, thou Son of David, 254 Mid scenes of confusion and creature, 523 Midst sorrow and care, 505 Mine eyes and my desire, 273 More love to thee, O Christ, 310 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 400 My country! 'tis of thee, 542 My days are gliding swiftly by, 498 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 110 My faith looks up to thee, 307 My Father is rich in houses and lands, 352 My God! accept my heart this day, 261 My God and is thy table spread, 475 My God, how wonderful thou art, 80 My God, I know, I feel thee mine, 260 My God, is any hour so sweet, 386 My God, my Father, while I stray, 358 My God! my King! thy various praise, 12 My gracious Lord, I own thy right, 262 My gracious Redeemer I love, 327 My heavenly home is bright and fair, 522 My hope is built on nothing less, 321 My Jesus, as thou wilt, 372 My life, my love, I give to thee, 275 My Savior, whom absent I love, 325 My soul, be on thy guard, 423 My soul shall praise thee, O my God, 16 Nearer, my God, to thee, 311 Not all the blood of beasts, 190 Now for a tune of lofty praise, 146 Now to the Lord a noble song, 11 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, 20 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the, 348 Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, 13 Oh! could I find from day to day, 258 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 303 O day of rest and gladness, 44 Oh, do not let the word depart, 203 Oh, eyes that are weary and hearts, 368 Oh, for a closer walk with God, 330 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink, 364 Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 331 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing, 288 O God, our help in ages past, 78 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, 466 O Holy Savior, Friend unseen, 279 Oh, how happy are they, 248 O, I often sit and ponder, 530 O Jesus full of grace, 271 O, Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord, 292 O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, 123 O Lord, how full of sweet content, 343 O Love I who gav'st thy life for me, 140 Oh, now I see the cleansing wave, 283 Oh, render thanks to God above, 10 O, sacred head, now wounded, 120 Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, 414 Oh, still in accents sweet, 463 Oh, that I could forever dwell, 314 Oh, that my load of sin were gone, 232 Oh, the peace that fills my soul, 255 O, think of the home over there, 517 O thou, in whose presence my soul, 323 Oh, Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, 354 Oh thou, whose own vast temple stands, 41 Oh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why, 215 Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, 382 Oh, what if we are Christ's, 359 O when shall I see Jesus, 296 On! where are kings and empires, 432 Oh, where shall rest be found, 228 Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, 244 Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, 113 O worship the King, all-glorious above, 28 Of him who did salvation bring, 320 One sweetly solemn thought, 500 On Jordan's stormy bank I stand, 528 Only a word for Jesus, 420 On the mountain's top appearing, 441 Onward, onward, men of heaven, 445 Oppressed with noonday's scorching, 124 Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer, 483 Our country's voice is pleading, 456 Our Father who art in heaven, 396 Our Lord is now rejected, 160 Our sins on Christ were laid, 126 Peace be still! In this night of sorrow, 502 Pour out thy Spirit from on high, 464 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 6 Praise the Lord; ye heavens adore him, 24 Praise to God, immortal praise, 546 Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 27 Prayer is appointed to convey, 385 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 391 Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has, 316 Rescue the perishing, 411 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, 503 Revive thy work, O Lord, 436 Ride on! ride on in majesty, 112 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, 150 Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 547 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 129 Safely thro' another week, 48 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 370 Salvation! oh, the joyful sound, 188 Savior, again to thy dear name we raise, 57 Savior, breathe an evening blessing, 54 Savior, more than life to me, 309 Savior! teach me, day by day, 342 Savior, visit thy plantation, 442 Saw ye my Savior, 137 Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 212 See how the morning sun, 53 See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, 153 See the flag of Jesus, 459 Servant of God, well done, 485 Shall we gather at the river, 529 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, 233 Silently the shades of evening, 59 Simply trusting every day, 376 Sing them over again to me, 62 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 19 Sinners Jesus will receive, 193 Sinners, this solemn truth regard, 183 Sinners, turn; why will ye die, 204 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, 492 Softly fades the twilight ray, 51 Softly now the light of day, 58 Soldiers of Christ are we, 427 Soldiers of Christ! arise, 424 Soldiers of the cross! arise, 461 So let our lips and lives express, 407 Sometimes a light surprises, 346 Soon may the last glad song arise, 439 Soon the evening shadows falling, 226 So tender, so precious, 322 Sowing in the morning, 417 Sow in the morn thy seed, 404 Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, 168 Spirit of power, and truth and love, 173 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 23 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 428 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 234 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, 55 Sweet hour of prayer, 387 Sweet is the work, my God! my King, 14 Sweet the moments rich in blessing, 132 Take me, oh, my Father, take me, 270 Take my heart, dear Jesus, 276 Take my life and let it be, 277 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 393 Thank and praise Jehovah's name, 25 That awful day will surely come, 508 That dreadful night, before his death, 480 The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross, 125 The door of salvation is open wide, 231 The evening shades are falling, 531 The head, that once was crowned with thorns, 156 The heathen perish; day by day, 446 The Lord descended from above, 82 The Lord is King! child of the dust, 86 The Lord is now rejected, 160 The Lord is risen indeed, 145 The Lord my Shepherd is, 360 The Lord, our God, is full of might, 73 The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, 377 The morning kindles all the sky, 147 The morning light is breaking, 457 The morning purples all the sky, 141 The pity of the Lord, 339 The race that long in darkness pine, 95 There are lonely hearts to cherish, 412 There is a fountain filled with blood, 186 There is a God--all nature speaks, 85 There is a land of pure delight, 514 There is a line by us unseen, 210 There is a name I love to hear, 294 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 521 There is a spot to me more dear, 249 There is no flock, however watched, 501 There's a glorious kingdom waiting, 158 There's a land that is fairer than day, 518 There's a stranger at the door, 220 There's a wideness in God's mercy, 217 There shall be showers of blessing, 347 The sands of time are wasting, 512 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, 390 The solemn service now is done, 465 This is not my place of resting, 520 Thou! whose almighty word, 165 Thy law is perfect, Lord of light, 71 Thy way, O God, is in the sea, 77 Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 38 Thy will be done! In devious way, 497 Till he come! oh, let the word, 481 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, 200 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow, 117 'Tis the promise of God, 252 'Tis thine alone, almighty name, 536 To-day the Savior calls, 222 To thee, my God and Savior, 297 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 438 'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, 478 Unfurl the Temperance Banner, 538 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 491 Vain are the hopes the sons of men, 185 Wake, wake the song! our glad, 545 Walk in the light! so shall thou know, 351 Wayfarers in the wilderness, 499 We are living, we are dwelling, 408 We bless thee for thy peace, O God, 333 We give thee but thine own, 405 We have heard the joyful sound, 191 We long to move and breathe in thee, 482 We may not climb the heavenly steeps, 105 We praise thee, O God, for the Son, 315 We shall meet beyond the river, 524 Welcome, delightful morn, 49 Welcome, O Savior! to my heart, 259 Welcome, sacred day of rest, 50 Welcome! sweet day of rest, 43 What a Friend we have in Jesus, 395 What grace, O Lord, and beauty, shone, 104 What means this glorious radiance, 103 When I can read my title clear, 515 When I view my Savior bleeding, 133 When I survey the wondrous cross, 119 When Jesus comes to reward his, 422 When peace like a river, 251 When the worn spirit wants repose, 47 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt, 506 When wounded sore, the stricken soul, 187 While in sweet communion feeding, 479 While shepherds watched their flocks, 96 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, 219 Why do we mourn departing friends, 493 Why do you wait, dear brother, 207 Why should our tears in sorrow flow, 495 Why should the children of a King, 169 With joy we mediate the grace, 157 With stately towers and bulwarks, 431 With thine own pity Savior, see, 462 Witness, ye men and angels! now, 470 Work, for the night is coming, 416 Would you lose your load of sin, 242 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 29 Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, 83 Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 453 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 209 Yield not to temptation, 430 Zion, dreary and in anguish, 444 Zion stands with hills surrounded, 440 
33180	----	A BOOK OF HYMNS FOR PUBLIC AND PRIVATE DEVOTION. FIFTEENTH EDITION. BOSTON: TICKNOR AND FIELDS. M DCCC LXVI. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, BY WM. D. TICKNOR & COMPANY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. PREFACE. Among the Hymns in the following collection will be found many which are not of the commonly recognized metres. Some of these are already set to music of their own. Others can readily be adapted by the choir-leader to the simple chants which are now generally found in our collections of Sacred Music. An asterisk prefixed to the author's name indicates that some change has been made in the hymn by the present compilers. The titles of the Supplementary Hymns in the present edition have been introduced _within_ the original table of contents, instead of forming a separate series at the end. Boston, April 22, 1848. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Hymn. According to Thy gracious word, 139 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, 199 Affliction's faded form draws nigh, 329 Ages, ages have departed, 439 A holy air is breathing round, 157 All around us, fair with flowers, 306 All from the sun's uprise, 495 All men are equal in their birth, 182 All-seeing God! 'tis Thine to know, 288 All ye nations, praise the Lord, 499 Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing, 217 Almighty God! in humble prayer, 43 Almighty Spirit, now behold, 594 Am I a soldier of the cross, 311 An offering at the shrine of power, 426 Another day its course has run, 372 Another hand is beckoning us, 404 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, 464 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, 96 As every day Thy mercy spares, 59 As oft, with worn and weary feet, 113 As the hart, with eager looks, 226 As the sun's enlivening eye, 69 Author of good, we rest on Thee, 260 A voice from the desert, 103 A voice upon the midnight air, 131 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes, 318 Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, 315 Awake, our souls, away, our fears, 541 A wondrous star our pioneer, 424 Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross, 532 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 18 Behold, night's shadows fade, 550 Behold, the Prince of Peace, 112 Behold the son, how bright, 170 Be near us, O Father, through night's silent hour, 556 Beneath the shadow of the cross, 564 Beneath the thick but struggling clouds, 295 Beneath Thy trees to-day we meet, 459 Be still! be still! for all around, 4 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares, 323 Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, 551 Birds have their quiet rest, 126 Bless, O Lord, each opening year, 566 Blessed be Thy name forever, 55 Blessed, blessed are the dead, 348 Blest are the pure in heart, 281 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 153 Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest, 317 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 108 Brother, hast thou wandered far, 195 Brother, the angels say, 358 Brother, thou art gone before us, 403 Brother, though from yonder sky, 405 Brother, will you slight the message, 511 Burden of shame and woe, 133 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 444 By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, 455 Call the Lord thy sure salvation, 534 Calm on the bosom of thy God, 410 Calm on the listening ear of night, 106 Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous, 320 Child, amidst the flowers at play, 98 Christ to the young man said, 569 Clay to clay, and dust to dust, 406 Climb we the mountain afar, 440 Come at the morning hour, 463 Come, kingdom of our God, 584 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 121 Come, Thou Almighty King, 480 Come to Jesus, O my brothers, 161 Come to me, thoughts of heaven, 519 Come to the house of prayer, 1 Come to the land of peace, 360 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, 160 "Come who will," the voice from heaven, 159 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 162 Come, ye who love the Lord, 3 Commit thou all thy griefs, 254 Creator of all, through whose all-seeing might, 558 Cross, reproach and tribulation, 535 Darkness o'er the world was brooding, 104 Dark were the paths our Master trod, 128 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, 583 Daughter of Zion! from the dust, 179 Day by day the manna fell, 30 Dear as Thou wast, and justly dear, 407 Deem not that they are blest alone, 326 Down the dark future; through long generations, 421 Earth's busy sounds, and ceaseless din, 481 Ere to the world again we go, 503 Eternal and immortal King, 537 Eternal God! Almighty Cause, 471 Ever patient, loving, meek, 120 Every bird that upward springs, 544 Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining, 370 Faint the earth, and parched with drought, 598 Faint not, poor traveller, though the way, 322 Fare thee well, our fondly cherished, 411 Far from mortal cares retreating, 9 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 94 Father, adored in worlds above, 490 Father and God of all mankind, 29 Father divine, the Saviour cried, 130 Father divine, this deadening power control, 514 Father divine, our wants relieve, 523 Father! glorify Thy name, 269 Father, glory be to Thee, 57 Father in heaven to whom our hearts, 41 Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, 33 Father, in Thy presence now, 381 Father! I wait Thy word. The son doth stand, 268 Father, I will not pray, 235 Father of light, conduct our feet, 37 Father of mercies! God of peace, 567 Father of might, my bonds I feel, 527 Father of spirits, humbly bent before Thee, 52 Father, source of every blessing, 245 Father, supply my every need, 501 Father supreme! Thou high and holy One, 553 Father, there is no change to live with Thee, 77 Father, this slumber shake, 515 Father! Thy paternal care, 22 Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand, 79 Father, to Thy kind love we owe, 78 Father! to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, 46 Father, united by Thy grace, 45 Father! we bless the gentle care, 509 Father! we look up to Thee, 539 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 470 Father, when o'er our trembling hearts, 213 Father, who art on high, 40 Father, who in the olive shade, 341 Fear was within the tossing bark, 115 Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 214 Flung to the heedless winds, 428 Followers of Christ! arise, 542 For all Thy saints, O God, 167 Forever with the Lord, 231 For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord, 507 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 6 Forth went the heralds of the cross, 165 Fountain of life, and God of love, 396 From all that dwell below the skies, 63 From every fear and doubt, O Lord, 35 From foes that would our land devour, 434 From Greenland's icy mountains, 416 From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 489 From Zion's holy hill there rose, 473 Gently fall the dews of eve, 335 Give to the winds thy fears, 256 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 180 Glory be to God on high, 53 Glory to God, whose witness-train, 429 God comes with succor speedy, 596 God, in the high and holy place, 80 God is in His holy temple, 466 God is love; His mercy brightens, 73 God is our refuge and our strength, 255 God made all His creatures free, 189 God moves in a mysterious way, 259 God of all grace, we come to Thee, 31 God of eternity! from Thee, 565 God of mercy! God of love, 201 God of my life, whose gracious power, 530 God of our fathers, by whose hand, 68 God of the changing year, whose arm of power, 400 God of the earnest heart, 592 God of the ocean, earth and sky, 87 God of the prophet's power, 168 God of the year! with songs of praise, 398 God's angels, not only on high do they sing, 579 God that madest earth and heaven, 367 Go in peace! serene dismission, 64 Gone is the hollow murky night, 600 Go, preach the gospel in my name, 385 Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, 321 Go to dark Gethsemane, 143 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 408 Go when the morning shineth, 97 Great God, and wilt Thou condescend, 448 Great God, the followers of Thy son, 24 Great Ruler of all nature's frame, 546 Grows dark thy path before thee, 456 Guide us, Lord, while hand in hand, 62 Hallelujah! best and sweetest, 498 Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 109 Hark! through the waking earth, 188 Hasten, Lord, to my release, 216 Hast thou, midst life's empty noises, 301 Hath not thy heart within thee burned, 90 Hear, Father, hear our prayer, 488 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 192 Heave, mighty ocean, heave, 430 Heaven is a state of rest from sin, 232 Heavenly Father, to whose eye, 493 He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 132 He lived as none but he has lived, 125 Heralds of creation! cry, 465 Here, in this place of prayer, 12 He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 264 He was there alone, when even, 118 Holy and reverend is the name, 491 Holy Father, Thou hast taught me, 528 Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty, 49 Holy Son of God most high, 114 Holy Spirit, source of gladness, 483 House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, 397 How beauteous were the marks divine, 124 How blest the righteous when he dies, 350 How dear is the thought, that the angels of God, 355 How gentle God's commands, 258 How glad the tone when summer's sun, 394 How happy is be, born or taught, 279 How little of ourselves we know, 325 How long, O Lord, his brother's blood, 185 How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light, 25 How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn, 374 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 119 Hush the loud cannon's roar, 184 I am free! I am free! I have broken away, 244 I cannot always trace the way, 74 If love the noblest, purest, best, 146 If on our daily course our mind, 304 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 433 In the broad fields of heaven, 413 In the cross of Christ we glory, 145 In the morning I will pray, 364 In the Saviour's hour of death, 134 In Thy courts let peace be found, 14 In time of tribulation, 548 In trouble and in grief, O God, 334 In vain we thus recall to mind, 149 I saw on earth another light, 91 Israel's shepherd, guide us, feed us, 58 Is there a lone and dreary hour, 266 Is this a fast for me, 387 I thirst! O grant the waters pure, 236 It is a faith sublime and sure, 356 It is finished! glorious word, 136 It is finished! Man of sorrows, 141 It is the hour of prayer, 506 It was no path of flowers, 142 I want a principle within, 224 I want the spirit of power within, 223 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 176 Jesus, we thy promise claim, 560 Jesus, while he dwelt below, 452 Jews were wrought to cruel madness, 135 Joy! joy! a year is born, 389 Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 110 Launch thy bark, mariner, 431 Leader of Israel's host, and guide, 270 Lead us with Thy gentle sway, 502 Let me not wander comfortless, 338 Let the world despise and leave me, 536 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 137 Light of life, seraphic fire, 21 Like morning, when her early breeze, 510 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 402 Lo! God is here; let us adore, 13 Lo! my shepherd's hand divine, 469 Lord! before Thy presence come, 17 Lord! deliver; Thou canst save, 581 Lord! dismiss us with Thy blessing, 70 Lord! from Thy blessed throne, 415 Lord! have mercy when we pray, 204 Lord! I believe a rest remains, 228 Lord! I believe; Thy power I own, 207 Lord! in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, 54 Lord! in whose might the Saviour trod, 117 Lord Jesus, come! for here, 173 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 575 Lord of the families below, 504 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 373 Lord of the wide-extended main, 572 Lord of the worlds above, 16 Lord of the world, who hast preserved, 557 Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move, 420 Lord! subdue our selfish will, 505 Lord! Thou didst arise and say, 186 Lord! Thy glory fills the heaven, 47 Lord! what offering shall we bring, 11 Lord! when Thine ancient people cried, 438 Lord! whom winds and seas obey, 570 Lo! the lilies of the field, 267 Love divine, all love excelling, 8 Love on! love on! but not the things that own, 298 Lowly and solemn be, 344 Many a power within earth's bosom, 432 Mark the soft-falling snow, 169 May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood, 582 Meet and right it is to sing, 497 Men! whose boast it is that ye, 437 Mighty God! the first, the last, 72 Mighty One! whose name is holy, 414 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 147 My Father, when around me spread, 337 My God! all nature owns Thy sway, 86 My God! in life's most doubtful hour, 531 My God! in morning's radiant hour, 56 My God, I thank Thee! may no thought, 327 My God, my Father, while I stray, 263 My God, my strength, my hope, 225 My God, permit me not to be, 221 My soul, be on thy guard, 543 My soul no more shall strive in vain, 241 Nature hath seasons of repose, 586 Nay, tell us not of dangers dire, 309 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 239 No human eyes Thy face may see, 76 No more, on earth no more, 352 None loves me, Father, with Thy love, 249 Not in the name of pride, 155 Not in this simple rite alone, 152 Not only doth the voiceful day, 89 Not that Thy boundless love, my God, 275 Not to the terrors of the Lord, 454 Not with the flashing steel, 419 Now from the altar of our hearts, 508 Now gird your patient loins again, 451 Now host with host assembling, 576 Now let our voices join, 590 Now that the sun is beaming bright, 365 Now the shades of night are gone, 363 O, Almighty God of love, 524 O be not faithless! with the morn, 297 O come and dwell in me, 517 O, draw me, Father, after Thee, 222 O'er silent field and lonely lawn, 461 O'er the mount and through the moor, 308 O fairest born of love and light, 181 Of all the thoughts of God that are, 479 O Father, humbly we repose, 250 O Father, lift our souls above, 39 O Father, though the anxious fear, 7 O for a faith that will not shrink, 520 O for a heart to praise my God, 518 O from these visions dark and drear, 208 O give thanks to Him who made, 496 O God, by whom the seed is given, 65 O God! I thank Thee that the night, 366 O God! the darkness roll away, 172 O God! Thy children, gathered here, 384 O God! to Thee our hearts would pay, 401 O God! to Thee who first hast given, 243 O God! we praise Thee, and confess, 50 O God! who knowest how frail we are, 34 O God, whose presence glows in all, 23 Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky, 545 O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken, 578 O, heaven is where no secret dread, 361 O help us, Lord! each hour of need, 209 O here, if ever, God of love, 158 O holy Father, 'mid the calm, 26 O, if thy brow serene and calm, 287 O know ye not that ye, 280 O let my trembling soul be still, 252 O Lord! how happy should we be, 230 O Lord! through Thee we own, 246 O Lord! Thy heavenly grace impart, 242 O Love! how cheering is thy ray, 233 O lovely voices of the sky, 107 On earth was darkness spread, 138 One cup of healing oil and wine, 291 One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 521 O, not alone on the mount of prayer, 290 O, not alone with outward sign, 198 "O, not for these alone I pray," 151 O not to crush with abject fear, 122 O not when the death-prayer is said, 343 On the dark wave of Galilee, 127 On the dewy breath of even, 554 Onward, Christian, though the region, 313 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 591 Open, Lord, mine inward ear, 93 Oppression shall not always reign, 190 O pure Reformers! not in vain, 191 O, richly, Father, have I been, 203 O sacred head, now wounded, 562 O say not, think not, heavenly notes, 443 O send me not away! for I would drink, 202 O source divine, and life of all, 75 O speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 316 O spirit, freed from earth, 351 O Spirit of the living God, 587 O stay thy tears! for they are blest, 346 O still trust on, if in the heart, 299 O suffering Friend of human kind, 129 O Thou, at whose divine command, 486 O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave, 441 O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 211 O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, 156 O Thou great Spirit, who along, 500 O Thou, in whom the weary find, 513 O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, 477 O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 81 O Thou, who all things dost control, 512 O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 475 O Thou, who hast at Thy command, 38 O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught, 482 O Thou, who in the garden's shade, 140 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 383 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, 467 O Thou, whose power stupendous, 388 O Thou, whose presence went before, 435 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed, 193 Our country is Immanuel's ground, 449 Our Father, God! not face to face, 487 Our Father, through the coming year, 390 Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep, 460 Our God is a spirit, and they who aright, 20 Our heavenly Father, hear, 28 Our pathway oft is wet with tears, 331 Out of the depths of woe, 547 O what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod, 150 O where are kings and empires now, 588 O where shall rest be found, 227 O who shall say he knows the folds, 283 Part in peace! is day before us, 60 Partners of a glorious hope, 561 Peace of God, which knows no measure, 61 Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man, 177 Pour forth the oil,--pour boldly forth, 294 Praise and thanks and cheerful love, 391 Praise the Lord, when blushing morning, 393 Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore Him, 51 Praise to God, immortal praise, 468 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 99 Prayer is to God the soul's sure way, 100 Press on, press on! ye sons of light, 312 Prisoners of hope, be strong, be bold, 593 Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep, 282 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 234 Rejoice in God alway, 257 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 218 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 238 Saviour, I my cross have taken, 272 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 307 "See how he loved," exclaimed the Jews, 123 See Israel's gentle shepherd stand, 445 See the Lord, thy helper, stand, 253 Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, 220 Shall we grow weary in our watch, 278 Shine on our souls, eternal God, 42 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 597 Slavery and death the cup contains, 577 Sleep not, soldier of the cross, 314 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, 371 Songs of praise the angels sang, 48 Sons of men, behold from far, 111 Soul! celestial in thy birth, 197 Source of light and life divine, 368 Sow in the morn thy seed, 540 Speak gently,--it is better far, 285 Speak with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, 522 Spirit of peace and love and power, 599 Suppliant, lo! Thy children bend, 15 Supreme and universal Light, 44 Supreme disposer of the heart, 538 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 462 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, 101 Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold, 362 Teach me, my God and King, 302 Teach us to pray, 27 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 310 Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken, 345 Thanks to God for those who came, 166 That blessed law of Thine, 229 That might of faith, O Lord, bestow, 526 The aged sufferer waited long, 116 The breaking waves dashed high, 478 The bud will soon become a flower, 300 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 328 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, 552 The dead are like the stars by day, 353 The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, 273 The earth all light and loveliness, 395 The fountain in its source, 240 The glorious universe around, 585 The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, 399 The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 427 The land our fathers left to us, 436 The light pours down from heaven, 458 The Lord descended from above, 472 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know, 247 The Lord our God is full of might, 573 The mourners came, at break of day, 347 The ocean looketh up to heaven, 85 The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 19 The past is dark with sin and shame, 187 The peace which God bestows, 164 There cometh o'er the spirit, 392 There is a book, who runs may read, 476 There is a state unknown, unseen, 357 There is a world we have not seen, 450 There's a strife we all must wage, 319 There's nothing bright above, below, 83 The saints on earth and those above, 453 The Spirit in our hearts, 194 The spirits of the loved and the departed, 354 The uplifted eye and bended knee, 305 The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon, 474 The world may change from old to new, 274 They who on the Lord rely, 248 They who seek the throne of grace, 82 Think gently of the erring one, 284 Thirsting for a living spring, 5 This child we dedicate to Thee, 377 This world is not a fleeting show, 296 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, 409 Thou art, O God, the life and light, 84 Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He, 336 Though wandering in a strange land, 88 Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord! the din is stilled, 485 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 219 Thou, infinite in love, 333 Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand, 425 Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height, 303 Thou most be born again, 200 Thou seest my feebleness, 516 Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me, 330 Thou, whose almighty word, 174 Through all the various shifting scene, 261 Through all this life's eventful road, 66 Throughout the hours of darkness dim, 559 Through thee as we together came, 163 Thus said Jesus, "Go and do, 292 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless, 492 "Thy kingdom come," the heathen lands, 171 Thy presence, ever-living God, 67 Thy servants in the temple watched, 589 Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet, 386 Thy way is on the deep, O Lord, 332 Thy will be done! in devious way, 265 Thy will be done! I will not fear, 276 'Tis my happiness below, 271 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit, 289 "To God be glory! peace on earth!" 422 To Him who children blest, 379 To prayer, to prayer!--for the morning breaks, 2 To Thee, O God in heaven, 378 To Thee, the Lord Almighty, 494 To the Father's love we trust, 412 To Thine eternal arms, O God, 205 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 178 Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God, 196 Turn not from him who asks of thee, 286 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, 71 Unto Thy temple, God of love, 10 Up to the throne of God is borne, 369 Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, 529 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed, 183 Watchman, tell us of the night, 102 We all, O Father, all are Thine, 251 We bless Thee for this sacred day, 484 Weep thou, O mourner, but in lamentation, 340 We follow, Lord, where Thou dost lead, 563 We join to pray, with wishes kind, 380 We love the venerable house, 423 We love this outward world, 339 We pray for truth and peace, 525 Westward, Lord, the world alluring, 418 We wait in faith; in prayer we wait, 595 We will not weep; for God is standing by us, 533 We would leave, O God, to Thee, 324 What precept, Jesus, is like thine, 442 What shall we ask of God in prayer, 32 When arise the thoughts of sin, 148 When, blest Redeemer, thou art near, 154 When from the Jordan's gleaming wave, 376 When grief and anguish press me down, 262 When in silence o'er the deep, 568 When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, 215 When Israel of the Lord beloved, 36 When long the soul had slept in chains, 574 When on devotion's seraph wing, 359 When my love to Christ grows weak, 144 When the parting bosom bleeds, 571 When thirst for power or for gold, 457 When with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, 212 Where ancient forests widely spread, 382 Where for a thousand miles, 417 Where is thy sting, O death, 349 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, 105 While sounds of war are heard around, 580 While Thee I seek, protecting Power, 95 While the stars unnumbered roll, 555 While yet the youthful spirit bears, 447 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou, 293 Who shall behold the glorious day, 175 Why, Thou never-setting Light, 210 Wilt Thou not visit me, 237 Within Thy courts have millions met, 375 With silence only as their benediction, 342 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour, 92 Yea! I will extol Thee, 549 Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow, 446 Ye servants of the Lord, 277 Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good, 206 CONTENTS. HYMNS. HYMNS OF WORSHIP. Opening Hymns, 1-26, 480-487. Prayers, 27-46, 488-494. Praise, 47-56, 495-499. Closing Hymns, 57-70, 500-503. GOD. His Being, 71. Wisdom, 72. Truth and Love, 73. Love, 74-76. Fatherly Care, 77, 78. Present Everywhere, 79-83. In Nature, 84-89. In the Soul, 90, 91. Communion with God, in Prayer, 92-101. Providence, 247-267. JESUS CHRIST. His Advent and Birth, 102-108. Mission, 109-112. Life and Miracles, 113-118. Spirit and Teaching, 119-125. Suffering, 126-133. Crucifixion, 134-136. Resurrection, 137, 138. COMMUNION HYMNS. Remembrance of Jesus, 139, 140, 146, 148, 562. Strength from his Sufferings, 141-144. Cross of Christ, 145. Presence of Jesus, 150, 154, 155, 560. Bread of Heaven, 153. One in Christ, 151, 157, 158, 561, 564. Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life, 156. Christ a Quickening Spirit, 563. Invitations, 159-162. Parting Hymns, 163, 164. CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. Preaching of the Gospel, 165-167. The Word, 168-170. The Angel of the Lord, 591. Coming of God's Kingdom, 171-177, 584, 587, 589, 593. Song of the Redeemed, 597. The Church Everlasting, 588. The Church Triumphant, 178-180, 583. Christianity, 181. Equality, 182. Unity, 183, 585. Brotherhood, 184. Peace, 185, 186, 586. Hope of Man, 187, 188, 590. Liberty, 189, 190. Reformers, 191. Vision of the Kingdom of Heaven, 192, 594-595, 598-600. THE INWARD CHARACTER. Spiritual Influences, 193-200, 510, 511. Penitence, 201-205. Inward Struggle, 206-216, 512-515. Aspirations and Spiritual Desires, 217-238, 516-527. Coming to God, 239, 240. Self-consecration, 241-243, 528. The New Birth, 244-246. Trust in God, 247-268, 529-532. Faith, 269-276, 533-538. Watchfulness, 277. Patience, 278. Independence, 279. Purity, 280, 281. Calmness, 282. Charity, 283-288. Earnestness, 289. THE OUTWARD LIFE. Prayer for Love, 539. Prayer and Action, 290. Faith and Works, 291. Love to Man, 292-299, 578. Meaning of Life, 300-305. Action, 306-310. The Sower, 540. Conflict, 311-321, 541-543. The Cross, 544-549. Affliction, 322-344. Death, 345-350. The Spiritual World, 351-361. VARIOUS OCCASIONS. Morning, 362-366, 550, 551. Evening, 367-372, 552-554, 556. Night, 555, 557-559. Family Worship, 504-509. Sabbath, 373-375. Baptism, 376-379. Marriage, 380, 381. Dedication, 382, 383. Ordination, 384-386, 569. Fast, 387, 388. New Year, 389, 390, 566. Spring, 391-393. Summer, 394, 395. Thanksgiving, 567. For Harvest, 396-398. Christmas, 568. Seasons, 399. Close of the year, 400-402, 565. Funeral Hymns, 403-413. For a Charitable Occasion, 414, 574, 575. The Poor, 415. The Prisoner, 579. Missions, 416-418. For a Peace Meeting, 419-422. In Time of War, 420, 580. Temperance Hymns, 576, 577. The Ancient Church, 423. A Meeting of Ministers, 424, 425. The Reformer's Vow, 592. The Reformers, 426. Martyrs, 427-429. At Sea, 430, 570, 572. Christian Mariner, 431. Prayer for the Sailor, 571. Husbandman's Hymn, 432. In a Storm, 573. Remembrance of our Fathers, 433. Our Country, 434, 435. American Slavery, 436-440, 581, 582. Redeeming Power of Love, 441, 442. MISCELLANEOUS. Children, 443-448. Christian Pilgrim, 449. Spiritual World, 450. Christmas, 451. Gethsemane, 452. Communion of Saints, 453. Law and Love, 454. Prayer and Labor, 455. Strength from Struggle, 456. The Heavenly Guide, 457. Light for All, 458. A Summer Festival, 459. A Morning Hymn, 460. An Evening Hymn, 461. Sabbath Evening, 462. Seasons for Prayer, 463. Glad Worship, 464. Praise, 465. The Lord is in his Holy Temple, 466. God, 467. Hymn of Thanksgiving, 468. The Good Shepherd, 469. Calm Trust, 470. The One God, 471. In a Storm, 472. One in Christ, 473. Hymn of the Last Supper, 474. Consolation, 475. The Elder Scripture, 476. Rest, 477. The Pilgrim Fathers, 478. He giveth His Beloved Sleep, 479. HYMNS. I. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 1. S. M. *Emily Taylor. Invitation. 1 Come to the house of prayer, O ye afflicted, come! The God of peace shall meet you there, He makes that house His home. 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt His love; Soon shall ye lift a holier song In fairer courts above. 4 Ye young, before His throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts His praise disown, Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all; Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call; 6 Up to Thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won. 2. P. M. H. Ware. Call to Prayer. 1 To prayer, to prayer!--for the morning breaks, And earth in her Maker's smile awakes; His light is on all below and above, The light of gladness, and life, and love: O, then, on the breath of this early air, Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. 2 To prayer!--for the day that God has blest Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest; It speaks of creation's early bloom,-- It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb: Then summon the spirit's exalted powers, And devote to heaven the hallowed hours. 3 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength, To join Christ's holy band at length; To Him who unceasing love displays, Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise; To Him thy heart and thy hours be given, For a life of prayer is the life of heaven. 3. S. M. *Watts. Cheerful Worship. 1 Come, ye who love the Lord! And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround His throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from this place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 The sons of God have found That heaven begins below: Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. 4 Then let our sorrows cease, And every tear be dry; We're travelling through the paths of peace To fairer worlds on high. 4. L. M. Anonymous. The House of God. 1 Be still! be still! for all around, On either hand, is holy ground: Here in His house, the Lord to-day Will listen, while His people pray. 2 Thou, tost upon the waves of care, Ready to sink with deep despair, Here ask relief, with heart sincere, And thou shalt find that God is here. 3 Thou who hast laid within the grave Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Believe their spirits now are near, For angels wait while God is here. 4 Thou who hast dear ones far away, In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray, Pray for them now, and dry the tear, And trust the God who listens here. 5 Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin, Deploring guilt that reigns within, The God of peace is ever near; The troubled spirit meets Him here. 5. 7s. M. Seeking God. 1 Thirsting for a living spring, Seeking for a higher home, Resting where our souls must cling, Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come. 2 Glorious hopes our spirit fill, When we feel that Thou art near: Father! then our fears are still, Then the soul's bright end is clear. 3 Life's hard conflict we would win, Read the meaning of life's frown; Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin For the spirit's starry crown. 4 Make us beautiful within By Thy spirit's holy light: Guard us when our faith burns dim, Father of all love and might! 6. L. M. Heber. The Sanctuary. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek Thy shelter here: Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost: Low at Thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away. 7. C. M. Springfield Coll. The Sabbath of the Soul. 1 O Father, though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way, No fear nor doubt shall enter here; All shall be Thine to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at Thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple Thine. 3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. 4 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate this day, The sabbath of the soul. 8. 8 & 7s. M. Wesleyan. Love Divine. 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown. Father! Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every longing heart. 2 Breathe, O, breathe Thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest. Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Graciously come down, and never, Never more Thy temples leave! 9. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor. Seeking God's Presence. 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes, and fond desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the Fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes; Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Who may share this great salvation?-- Every pure and humble mind; Every kindred, tongue, and nation, From the dross of guilt refined: Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds His care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of His throne. 3 Every stain of guilt abhorring, Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still Thy providence adoring, Faithful subjects to Thy laws, Lord! with favor still attend us, Bless us with Thy wondrous love; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us; All our hope is from above. 10. L. M. Gaskell. "It is Good to be Here." 1 Unto Thy temple, God of love, Once more we come with willing feet, To raise our thoughts this world above, And Thy paternal blessing meet. 2 May all Thy purest presence feel, And silent keep each vain desire; With humble hearts before Thee kneel, And unto holier strength aspire. 3 May all be bound in bonds more true To Thee, who art our life and light, That through each path which we pursue, We still may keep Thy love in sight. 4 And may we, when the day shall close, Review its course without a fear; And, nearer heaven than when it rose, Feel it is good to have been here. 11. 7s. M. J. Taylor. Acceptable Offerings. 1 Lord! what offering shall we bring, At Thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring, Whence the kind affections flow: 2 Willing hands, to lead the blind, Heal the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store. 3 Teach us, O thou Heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to Thee and all mankind. 12. S. M. Anonymous. The Place of Prayer. 1 Here, in this place of prayer, Father! Thy face we seek: Grant us that blessed peace to share, Known to the pure and meek. 2 Come then to holy prayer, Souls that seem lost in night; Leave to the Lord your heavy care, Who giveth life and light. 3 Come with a trusting prayer, Though fears press down your souls; The Saviour's promise, "I am there," Each saddening fear controls. 4 Here, in this place of prayer, Let hearts in union meet: Come, cast the load you cannot bear Low at the Saviour's feet. 5 Then from this house of prayer Shall mingling praise be given, And angels, 'mid the holy air, Shall bear the notes to heaven. 13. L. M. Anonymous. The Lord is in His Holy Temple. 1 Lo! God is here; let us adore, And humbly bow before His face; Let all within us feel His power, Let all within us seek His peace. 2 Lo! God is here; Him day and night United choirs of angels sing; To Him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 3 Being of beings! may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill: Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 4 More of Thy presence, Lord! impart; More of Thine image may we bear: O, fix Thy throne in every heart, And reign without a rival there. 14. 7s. M. Bowring. The Temple. 1 In Thy courts let peace be found, Be Thy temple full of love; Here we tread on holy ground, All serene, around, above. 2 While the knee in prayer is bent, While with praise the heart o'erflows, Tranquillize the turbulent! Give the weary one repose! 3 Be the place for worship meet, Meet the worship for the place; Contemplation's blest retreat, Shrine of guilelessness and grace! 4 As an infant knows its home, Lord! may we Thy temples know; Hither for instruction come, Hence by Thee instructed go. 15. 7s. M. Gray. Supplication. 1 Suppliant, lo! Thy children bend, Father, for Thy blessing now; Thou canst teach us, guide, defend; We are weak, almighty Thou! 2 With the peace Thy word imparts Be the taught and teacher blessed; In our lives, and in our hearts, Father! be Thy laws impressed. 3 Pour into each longing mind, Light and knowledge from above: Charity for all mankind, Trusting faith, enduring love. 16. H. M. *Watts. How Amiable are Thy Tabernacles. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To Thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God. 2 The sparrow for her young With pleasure seeks a nest, And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints, With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among Thy saints. 3 O happy souls that pray To Him that heareth prayer! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise Thee still; And happy they Who love the way To Zion's hill. 4 They go from strength to strength, Though oft through pain and tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat! Our God and King Shall thither bring Our willing feet. 17. 7s. M. J. Taylor. Devotion. 1 Lord, before Thy presence come, Bow we down with holy fear; Call our erring footsteps home, Let us feel that Thou art near. 2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers Come not where devotion kneels; Let the soul expand her stores, Glowing with the joy she feels. 3 At the portals of Thine house, We resign our earth-born cares; Nobler thoughts our souls engross, Songs of praise and fervent prayers. 18. L. M. Watts. Hundredth Psalm. 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 His sovereign power, without our aid, Gave life to clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering 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? 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love, Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 19. C. M. Bowring. The Heart's Worship. 1 The offerings to Thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice, Unless the heart be there. 2 Upon Thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude; No tribute but the vow sincere,-- The tribute of the good. 3 Our offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by Thee; If Thy pure spirit touch the breast With its own purity. 4 O, may that spirit warm each heart To piety and love, And to life's lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above. 20. P. M. Barton. Worship in Spirit. 1 Our God is a spirit, and they who aright Would offer the worship He loveth, In the heart's holy temple will seek with delight The spirit the Father approveth. 2 This, this is the worship the Saviour made known When she of Samaria found him By the Patriarch's well, sitting weary, alone, With the stillness of noontide around him. 3 He having once entered hath shown us the way, O God! how to worship before Thee, Not with the vain forms of that earlier day, But in spirit and truth to adore Thee. 21. 7s. M. Wesleyan. The Light of Life. 1 Light of life, seraphic fire! Love divine, Thyself impart: Every fainting soul inspire; Enter every drooping heart: Every mournful spirit cheer, Scatter all our doubt and gloom; Father, in Thy grace appear, To Thy human temples come! 2 Come in this accepted hour, Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in; Fill us with Thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin: Nothing more can we require, We can rest in nothing less: Be Thou all our heart's desire, All our joy and all our peace. 22. 7s. M. Bowring. Every Good Gift from the Father. 1 Father! Thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide: Every hallowed wish and prayer Has Thy hand of love supplied: Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope Thine offspring is, Beaming from futurity. 2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at Thy shrine; These,--and all life's holiest things, And its fairest,--all are Thine. 3 And for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to Thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn unwearied, righteous One! Through life's strange vicissitude There reposing all my care; Trusting still, through ill and good, Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there. 23. L. M. Frothingham. For Spiritual Influences. 1 O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, Thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. 2 That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received, Our spirit's light, Thy spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour, To keep us meek, and make us free; And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with Thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side; Send in its calm upon the breast; For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest. 24. L. M. H. Ware. Coming Together in the Name of Jesus. 1 Great God! the followers of Thy Son, We bow before Thy mercy-seat, To worship Thee, the Holy One, And pour our wishes at Thy feet. 2 O, grant Thy blessing here to-day! O, give Thy people joy and peace! The tokens of Thy love display, And favor, that shall never cease. 3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought; His path of light we long to tread; Here be his holy doctrines taught, And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith, and hope, and love abound; Our sins and errors be forgiven; And we, from day to day, be found Children of God, and heirs of heaven. 25. L. M. Bowring. Evening Worship. 1 How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light! How shall we all Thy love declare! The earth is veiled in shades of night, But heaven is open to our prayer,-- That heaven, so bright with stars and suns, That glorious heaven which has no bound, Where the full tide of being runs, And life and beauty glow around. 2 We would adore Thee, God sublime, Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, Are greater than the round of time, And wider than the bounds of space. Help us to praise Thee, Lord of light! Help us Thy boundless love declare; And, while we fill Thy courts to-night, Aid us, and hearken to our prayer. 26. L. M. W. H. Burleigh. Evening Worship. 1 O Holy Father! 'mid the calm And stillness of this evening hour, We would lift up our solemn psalm To praise Thy goodness, and Thy power For over us, and over all, Thy tender mercies still extend, Nor vainly shall Thy children call On Thee, our Father and our Friend! 2 Kept by Thy goodness though the day, Thanksgiving to Thy name we pour; Night o'er us, with its stars,--we pray Thy love, to guard us evermore! In grief, console; in gladness, bless; In darkness, guide; in sickness, cheer; Till, in the Saviour's righteousness, Before Thy throne our souls appear! 27. P. M. Anonymous. "Teach Us To Pray." 1 Teach us to pray! O Father, we look up to Thee, And this our one request shall be, Teach us to pray! 2 Teach us to pray! A form of words will not suffice, The heart must bring its sacrifice: Teach us to pray! 3 Teach us to pray! To whom shall we Thy children turn? Teach Thou the lesson we would learn, Teach us to pray! 4 Teach us to pray! To Thee alone our hearts look up, Prayer is our only door of hope, Teach us to pray! 28. S. M. Montgomery. "After This Manner Pray Ye." 1 Our Heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now: Thy name be hallowed 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 iniquity Forgive as we forgive. 4 From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. 5 Thine, then, forever be Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are Thine. 29. C. M. C. Wesley. "Thy Kingdom Come." 1 Father and God of all mankind, And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise Thy love. 2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace, To every heart of man; Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, In all our bosoms reign. 3 The righteousness that never ends, But makes an end of sin; The joy that human thought transcends, Now to our souls bring in: 4 The kingdom of established peace, Which can no more remove; The perfect powers of godliness, The omnipotence of Love. 30. 7s. M. *Conder. "Give Us Our Daily Bread." 1 Day by day the manna fell; O, to learn this lesson well! Still by constant mercy fed, Give us, Lord, our daily bread. 2 "Day by day," the promise reads; Daily strength for daily needs; Cast foreboding fears away; Take the manna of to-day. 3 Lord, our times are in Thy hand; All our sanguine hopes have planned To Thy wisdom we resign, And would mould our wills to Thine. 4 Thou our daily task shalt give; Day by day to Thee we live; So shall added years fulfil Not our own, our Father's will. 5 O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Glowing yet with gratitude! 31. C. M. *Montgomery. A Prayer. 1 God of all grace, we come to Thee, With humble, prayerful hearts; Give what Thine eye delights to see, Truth in the inward parts: 2 Give deep humility; the sense Of holy sorrow give: A strong, desiring confidence, To hear Thy voice and live: 3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep, And trust Thee, though Thou slay. 4 Give these,--and then Thy will be done! Thus strengthened with all might, We, in the spirit of Thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright. 32. C. M. Montgomery. A Prayer. 1 What shall we ask of God in prayer? Whatever good we want; Whatever man may seek to share, Or God in wisdom grant. 2 Father of all our mercies,--Thou In whom we move and live! Hear us in heaven, Thy dwelling, now, And answer, and forgive. 3 When harassed by ten thousand foes, Our helplessness we feel, O, give the weary soul repose, The wounded spirit heal! 4 When dire temptations gather round, And threaten or allure, By storm or calm, in Thee be found A refuge strong and sure. 5 When age advances, may we grow In faith, in hope, and love; And walk in holiness below To holiness above. 33. 11 & 10s. M. * For Divine Strength. 1 Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, Fain would our souls feel all Thy kindling love; For we are weak, and need some deep revealing Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from above. 2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt and sorrow, And Thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow,-- Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 3 In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy Abides, and when pain seems to have her will, Or we despair,--O, may that peace rise slowly, Stronger than agony, and we be still! 4 Now, Father, now, in Thy dear presence kneeling, Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love; Now make us strong, we need Thy deep revealing Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from above. 34. L. M. Gaskell. Seeking Strength. 1 O God! who knowest how frail we are, How soon the thought of good departs; We pray that Thou wouldst feed the fount Of holy yearning in our hearts. 2 Let not the choking cares of earth The precious springs of life o'ergrow; But, ever guarded by Thy love, Still purer may their waters flow. 3 To Thee, with sweeter hope and trust, Be every day our spirits given; And may we, while we walk on earth, Walk more as citizens of heaven. 35. C. M. Anonymous. Drawing Near to God. 1 From every fear and doubt, O Lord, In mercy set us free, While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts draw near to Thee! 2 In all our trials, struggles, joys, Teach us Thy love to see, Which by the discipline of life Would draw us unto Thee. 3 Our lives, devoted to Thy will, Our sacrifice shall be, And then will death, whene'er it come, But draw us nearer Thee. 36. L. M. W. Scott. The Pillar and Cloud. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray! 4 And, O, when gathers on our path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 37. C. M. Smart. Prayer for Wisdom. 1 Father of light! conduct our feet Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring Us nearer to our God. 2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be our guide; And when we go astray, Recall our feet from folly's paths To wisdom's better way. 3 That heavenly wisdom from above Abundantly impart; And let it guard, and guide, and warm, And penetrate each heart; 4 Till it shall lead us to Thyself, Fountain of bliss and love! And all our darkness be dispersed In endless light above. 38. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill. Living to the Glory of God. 1 O Thou, who hast at Thy command The hearts of all men in Thy hand! Our wayward, erring hearts incline To know no other will but Thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires, control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious be That stands between ourselves and Thee. 3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to Thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 4 And while we to Thy glory live, May we to Thee all glory give, Until the final summons come, That calls Thy willing servants home. 39. L. M. Anonymous. The Peace of God. 1 O Father! lift our souls above, Till we find rest in Thy dear love; And still that Peace divine impart Which sanctifies the inmost heart, And makes each morn and setting sun But bring us nearer to Thy throne. 2 May we our daily duties meet, Tread sin each day beneath our feet, And win that strength which doth Thy will And seeth Thee, and so is still; And fixed on Thy sustaining arm, Find daily food and know no harm. 3 Help us with man in peace to live, Our brother's wrong in love forgive, And day and night the tempter flee Through strength which comes alone from Thee! Thus will our spirits find their rest, In Thy deep Peace forever blest. 40. 6 & 10s. M. Mrs. Hemans. The Heart's Inspiration. 1 Father, who art on high! Weak is the melody Of harp or song to reach Thy gracious ear, Unless the heart be there, Winging the words of prayer With its own fervent faith, or suppliant tear. 2 O, let Thy spirit move O'er those who bend in love, Be Thou amidst them as a heavenly guest; So shall our cry have power To win from Thee a shower Of healing gifts for every wounded breast. 3 O, let Thy breath once more Within the soul restore Thine own first image, Holiest and Most High! As a clear lake is filled With hues of heaven instilled, Down to the depths of its calm purity. 41. C. M. H. Ware, Jr. For God's Presence. 1 Father in heaven, to whom our hearts Would lift themselves in prayer, Drive from our souls each earthly thought, And show Thy presence there. 2 Each moment of our lives renews The mercies of the Lord; Each moment is itself a gift To bear us on to God. 3 Help us to break the galling chains This world has round us thrown; Each passion of our hearts subdue, Each cherished sin disown. 4 O Father! kindle in our souls A never-dying flame Of holy love, of grateful trust, In Thine almighty name. 42. C. M. Doddridge. Doing All to God. 1 Shine on our souls, Eternal God, With rays of beauty shine; O, let Thy favor crown our days, And all their round be Thine! 2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee, Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give If Thou Thy love restrain. 3 With Thee let every week begin, With Thee each day be spent, For Thee each fleeting hour improved, Since each by Thee is lent. 4 Midst hourly cares may love present Its incense at Thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be Thine alone. 43. C. M. Montgomery. Prayer for Wisdom. 1 Almighty God, in humble prayer To Thee our souls we lift; Do Thou our waiting minds prepare For Thy most needful gift. 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth Along our path to flow; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below: 3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away; We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power, Lest we should go astray: 4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart The knowledge how to live: A wise and understanding heart To all before Thee give. 5 The young remember Thee in youth, Before the evil days! The old be guided by Thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways! 44. L. M. H. Moore. Manliness and Freedom. 1 Supreme and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above, and all below: 2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, What nature and Thy laws decree; Worthy that intellectual flame, Which from Thy breathing spirit came. 3 Our moral freedom to maintain, Bid passion serve, and reason reign, Self-poised and independent still On this world's varying good or ill. 4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear, O, may our steadfast bosoms bear The stamp of heaven,--an upright heart, Above the mean disguise of art! 5 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race. 6 O Father! grace and virtue grant; No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve Thee, and to love, Is peace below,--is bliss above. 45. C. M. Methodist. Made Perfect in Love. 1 Father, united by Thy grace, And each to each endeared, With confidence we seek Thy face, And know our prayer is heard. 2 Touched by the loadstone of Thy love, Let all our hearts agree; And ever towards each other move, And ever move towards Thee. 3 Grant this, and then from all below Insensibly remove! Our souls their change shall scarcely know, Made perfect first in love. 4 To us the ministry be given, Which angels have above; For love can make on earth a heaven, And heaven is only love. 46. 11 & 10s. M. *J. F. Clarke. Prayer for Strength. 1 Father, to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame, Give such a force of holy thought and feeling, That we may live to glorify Thy name: 2 That we may conquer base desire and passion That we may rise from selfish thought and will, O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and fashion, Walk humbly, gently, leaning on Thee still. 3 Let all Thy goodness by our minds be seen, Let all Thy mercy on our souls be sealed, Lord, if Thou wilt, Thy power can make us clean, O, speak the word! Thy servants shall be healed. 47. 8 & 7s. M. Ancient Hymns. Thrice Holy. 1 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!" Heaven is still with anthems ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!" 2 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, Whilst our thoughts His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite. With His seraph train before Him, With His holy church below, Thus unite we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow:-- 3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord! Thus, Thy glorious name confessing, We adopt the angels' cry, 'Holy, holy, holy,'--blessing Thee, the Lord our God most High!" 48. 7s. M. *Montgomery. Songs of Praise. 1 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When, Creation's work begun, Spake the Lord, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No; his heart delights to raise Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 49. P. M. Heber. Thrice Holy. 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, sky, and sea. 2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Thou who wast, and art, and evermore shalt be! 3 Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Infinite in power, in love, and purity! 50. C. M. Patrick. Te Deum. 1 O God! we praise Thee, and confess That Thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To Thee all angels cry aloud; To Thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry: 3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory filled Of Thy majestic sway." 4 The apostles' glorious company, And prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses Thee, That Thou the Eternal Father art, Of boundless majesty. 51. 8 & 7s. M. Dublin Coll. Praise Ye the Lord. 1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore Him! Praise Him, angels in the height; Sun and moon rejoice before Him; Praise Him, all ye stars of light! Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken; Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never can be broken, For their guidance He hath made. 2 Praise the Lord! for He is glorious; Never shall His promise fail; God hath made His saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail: Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high His power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify His name! 52. P. M. *Bowring. Glad Homage. 1 Father of Spirits! humbly bent before Thee, Songs of glad homage unto Thee we bring; Touched by Thy spirit, O, teach us to adore Thee; Let Thy light attend us, Let Thy love befriend us, Father of our spirits, Everlasting King! 2 Send forth Thy mandate, gather in the nations, Through the wide universe Thy name be known, Millions of voices shall join in adorations, Every soul invited, Every voice united, Joining to adore Thee, Everlasting One! 53. 7s. M. J. Taylor. Glory to God. 1 Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky! Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-beloved of heaven! 2 Favored mortals, raise the song; Endless thanks to God belong; Hearts o'erflowing with His praise, Join the hymns your voices raise. 3 Mark the wonders of His hand; Power, no empire can withstand; Wisdom, angels' glorious theme; Goodness, one eternal stream! 4 Gracious Being! from Thy throne Send Thy promised blessings down; Let Thy light, Thy truth, Thy peace, Bid our selfish passions cease. 54. 7s. M. Bowring. Lowly Praise. 1 Lord, in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, Hear the praises of our race, And, while hearing, let Thy grace Dews of sweet forgiveness pour; While we know, benignant King, That the praises which we bring Are a feeble offering, Till Thy blessing makes it more. 2 More of truth, and more of might, More of love, and more of light, More of reason, and of right From Thy pardoning grace be given! This can make the humblest song Sweet, acceptable, and strong, As the strains the angels' throng Pour around the throne of heaven. 55. P. M. Hogg. Praise to the God of Nature. 1 Blessed be Thy name forever, Thou of life the Guard and Giver! Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, Blest are they Thou kindly keepest! God of stillness and of motion, Of the rainbow, and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Blessed be Thy name forever! 2 God of evening's peaceful ray! God of every dawning day, Rising from the distant sea Breathing of eternity; Thine the flaming sphere of light, Thine the darkness of the night! God of life, that fade shall never! Glory to Thy name forever! 56. L. M. Anonymous. Perpetual Praise. 1 My God! in morning's radiant hour To Thee will I lift up my heart; The shades of night obey Thy power, And at Thy sun's bright beams depart. 2 Father and Guardian! to Thy shrine The life Thou shieldest will I bring; All, great Creator! all is Thine; The heart my noblest offering! 3 The morning light shall see my prayer, The noonday calm shall know my praise; And evening's still and fragrant air My grateful hymn to Thee shall raise. 4 So shall sweet thoughts and hopes sublime My constant inspirations be; And every shifting scene of time Reflect, my God, a light from Thee! 57. 7s. M. Gaskell. Doxology. Father! glory be to Thee, Source of all the good we see! Glory for the blessed Light Rising on the ancient night! Glory for the hopes that come Streaming through the silent tomb! Glory for Thy spirit given, Guiding us in peace to heaven! 58. 8 & 7s. M. Bickersteth. Closing Hymn. 1 Israel's Shepherd, guide us, feed us, Through our pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead us, Where Thy flock rejoicing go. 2 Lord, Thy guardian, presence ever, Meekly kneeling, we implore; We have found Thee, and would never, Never wander from Thee more. 59. L. M. Chr. Psalmist. The Heavenly Guardian. 1 As every day Thy mercy spares Will bring its trials or its cares, O Father, till my life shall end, Be Thou my counsellor and friend! Teach me Thy statutes all divine, And let Thy will be always mine! 2 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy, richly blest, Guard me, my Father, while I rest; And as each morning sun shall rise, O, lead me onward to the skies! 60. 8 & 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams. Peace be with You. 1 Part in peace! is day before us? Praise His name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? Bless His care who guards the night. 2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving, Rendering, as we homeward tread, Gracious service to the living, Tranquil memory to the dead. 3 Part in peace! such are the praises God, our Maker, loveth best; Such the worship that upraises Human hearts to heavenly rest. 61. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Peace of God. Peace of God, which knows no measure, Heavenly sunlight of the soul, Peace beyond all earthly treasure, Come and all our hearts control! Come, almighty to deliver! Naught shall make us then afraid; We will trust in Thee forever, Thou on whom our hope is stayed! 62. 7s. M. Beard's Coll. Prayer for Guidance. 1 Guide us, Lord! while, hand in hand, Journeying toward the better land; Foes we know are to be met, Snares the pilgrim's path beset; Clouds upon the valley rest, Rough and dark the mountain's breast; And our home may not be gained, Save through trials well sustained. 2 Guide us, while we onward move, Linked in closest bonds of love, Striving for the holy mind, And the soul from sense refined; That when life no longer burns, And the dust to dust returns, With the strength which Thou hast given We may rise to Thee and heaven. 3 God of mercy! on Thee, all Humbly for Thy guidance call; Save us from the evil tongue, From the heart that thinketh wrong, From the sins, whate'er they be, That divide the soul from Thee. God of grace! on Thee we rest; Bless us, and we shall be blest. 63. L. M. Watts. Doxology. 1 From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise! Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue! 2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord! Eternal truth attends Thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 64. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Go in Peace. 1 Go in peace!--serene dismission To the loving heart made known, When it pours in deep contrition Prayer before the eternal throne. 2 Go in peace! thy sins forgiven, Christ hath healed thee, set thee free Every spirit-fetter riven, Go in peace, and liberty! 3 Saviour! breathe this benediction O'er our spirits while we pray; Let us part in sweet conviction Thou hast blessed our souls to-day. 65. C. M. Heber. The Seed of the Word. 1 O God, by whom the seed is given, By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast; 2 Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun's intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care! 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, Do Thou Thy grace supply; The hope, in earthly furrows sown, Shall ripen in the sky. 66. L. M. Gaskell. Walking with God. 1 Through all this life's eventful road, Fain would I walk with Thee, my God, And make Thy presence light around, And every step on holy ground. 2 Each blessing would I trace to Thee, In every grief Thy mercy see; And through the paths of duty move, Conscious of Thine encircling love. 3 And when the angel Death stands by, Be this my strength, that Thou art nigh; And this my joy, that I shall be With those who dwell in light with Thee. 67. L. M. Doddridge. Christian Farewell. 1 Thy presence, ever living God! Wide through all nature spreads abroad; Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep, In every place Thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and powers sustain; When separate, we rejoice to share Thy counsels, and Thy gracious care. 3 To Thee we now commit our ways, And still implore Thy heavenly grace; Still cause Thy face on us to shine, And guard and guide us still as Thine. 4 Give us within Thy house to raise Again united songs of praise; Or, if that joy no more be known, Give us to meet around Thy throne. 68. C. M. Anonymous. For Guidance and Protection. 1 God of our fathers! by whose hand Thy people still are blest, Be with us through our pilgrimage, Conduct us to our rest. 2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 3 O, spread Thy sheltering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Fathers loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. 4 To Thee, our Father and our God, We our whole souls resign; And thankful own, that all we are And all we have is Thine. 69. 7s. M. *Newton. God Ever Near. 1 As the sun's enlivening eye Shines on every place the same; So the Lord is always nigh To the souls that love His name. 2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way; He is ever with them all, Those who go and those who stay. 3 From His holy mercy-seat Nothing can their souls confine; Still in spirit they may meet, And in sweet communion join. 4 Father, hear our humble prayer! Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep, Let Thy mercy and Thy care All our souls in safety keep. 5 In Thy strength may we be strong; Sanctify each cross and pain; Give us, if Thou wilt, ere long Here to meet in peace again. 70. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous. Dismission. 1 Lord! dismiss us with Thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above; Let us each, Thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love: Still support us While in duty's path we move. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For the gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May Thy presence With us evermore be found! II. GOD. 71. L. M. Lange. The Most High God. 1 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord! Essential life's unbounded sea! What lives and moves, lives by Thy word; It lives and moves and is, from Thee! Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky, Or shuns, or meets, the wandering thought, Escapes, or strikes, the searching eye, By Thee was to existence brought. 2 High is Thy power above all height, Whate'er Thy will decrees is done; Thy wisdom, holiness and might Can by no finite mind be known. What our dim eyes could never see, Is plain and naked in Thy sight; What thickest darkness veils, to Thee Shines clearly as the morning light; 3 Thine, Lord, is holiness, alone: Justice and Truth before Thee stand: Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, Love ever dwells at Thy right hand. And to Thy love and ceaseless care, Father! this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are From Thee, great Source of Life! doth flow. 72. 7s. M. Gaskell. The All-Seeing God. 1 Mighty God! the first, the last! What are ages, in Thy sight, But as yesterday when past, Or a watch within the night? 2 All that being ever knew, Far, far back, ere time had birth, Stands as clear within Thy view As the present things of earth. 3 All that being e'er shall know On, still on, through farthest years, All eternity can show, Bright before Thee now appears. 4 In Thine all-embracing sight, Every change its purpose meets, Every cloud floats into light, Every woe its glory greets. 5 Whatsoe'er our lot may be, Calmly in this thought we'll rest,-- Could we see as Thou dost see, We should choose it as the best. 73. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring. God is Truth and Love. 1 God is love; His mercy brightens All the path in which we move; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move; But His mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom His brightness streameth; God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Everywhere His glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love. 74. P. M. Anonymous. God is Love. 1 I cannot always trace the way Where Thou, almighty One, dost move, But I can always, always say That God is love. 2 When fear her chilling mantle throws O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings, For God is love. 3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love. 4 Yes, God is love;--a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, For God is love. 75. L. M. Sterling. Love Supreme in God. 1 O Source divine, and Life of all, The Fount of being's wondrous sea! Thy depth would every heart appall, That saw not Love supreme in Thee. 2 We shrink before Thy vast abyss, Where worlds on worlds eternal brood; We know Thee truly but in this, That Thou bestowest all our good. 3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space, O, grant us still in Thee to dwell, And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well! 4 Nor let Thou life's delightful play Thy truth's transcendent vision hide; Nor strength and gladness lead astray From Thee, our nature's only guide. 5 Bestow on every joyous thrill Thy deeper tone of reverent awe; Make pure Thy children's erring will, And teach their hearts to love Thy law! 76. L. M. * God Known Through Love. 1 No human eyes Thy face may see; No human thought Thy form may know; But all creation dwells in Thee, And Thy great life through all doth flow! 2 And yet, O strange and wondrous thought! Thou art a God who hearest prayer, And every heart with sorrow fraught To seek Thy present aid may dare. 3 And though most weak our efforts seem Into one creed these thoughts to bind, And vain the intellectual dream, To see and know the Eternal Mind,-- 4 Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside, Who cannot solve Thy life divine, But would give up all reason's pride To know their hearts approved by Thine. 5 And Thine unceasing love gave birth To our dear Lord, Thy holy Son, Who left a perfect proof on earth, That Duty, Love, and Truth are one. 6 So, though we faint on life's dark hill, And Thought grow weak, and Knowledge flee, Yet Faith shall teach us courage still, And Love shall guide us on to Thee! 77. 10s. M. Jones Very. God's Fatherly Care. 1 Father! there is no change to live with Thee; Save that in Christ I grow from day to day; In each new word I hear, each thing I see, I but rejoicing hasten on my way. 2 The morning comes, with blushes overspread, And I, new-wakened, find a morn within; And in its modest dawn around me shed, Thou hear'st the prayer and the ascending hymn. 3 Hour follows hour, the lengthening shades descend; Yet they could never reach as far as me. Did not Thy love its kind protection lend, That I, Thy child, might sleep in peace with Thee. 78. L. M. Bryant. Loving-Kindness of God. 1 Father, to Thy kind love we owe All that is fair and good below; Bestower of the health that lies On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes! 2 Giver of sunshine and of rain! Ripener of fruits on hill and plain! Fountain of light, that rayed afar, Fills the vast urns of sun and star! 3 Who send'st Thy storms and frosts to bind The plagues that rise to waste mankind; Then breathest, o'er the naked scene, Spring gales, and life, and tender green. 4 Yet deem we not that thus alone, Thy mercy and Thy love are shown; For we have learned, with higher praise, And holier names, to speak Thy ways. 5 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay! Sole trust when life shall pass away! Teacher of hopes that light the gloom Of death, and consecrate the tomb! 79. 10s. M. Jones Very. God Not Afar Off. 1 Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand, Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed; Around us ever lies the enchanted land, In marvels rich to Thine own sons displayed. 2 In finding Thee are all things round us found! In losing Thee are all things lost beside! Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound, And to our eyes the vision is denied. 3 Open our eyes that we that world may see! Open our ears that we Thy voice may hear! And in the spirit-land may ever be, And feel Thy presence with us always near; 4 No more to wander 'mid the things of time, No more to suffer death or earthly change; But-with the Christian's joy and faith sublime, Through all Thy vast, eternal scenes to range. 80. C. M. Montgomery. The Earth Full of God 1 God, in the high and holy place, Looks down upon the spheres; Yet in His providence and grace To every eye appears. 2 He bows the heavens; the mountains stand, A highway for our God: He walks amidst the desert-land; 'Tis Eden where He trod. 3 The forests in His strength rejoice; Hark! on the evening breeze, As once of old, the Lord God's voice Is heard among the trees. 4 In every stream His bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth; In every breeze His Spirit blows,-- The breath of life and health. 5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers, And rings with infant mirth. 6 If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found! 81. L. M. Pierpont. Every Place a Temple. 1 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue: 2 Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favored worshippers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart,--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee! 5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung! 82. 7s. M. Methodist. God Everywhere Present. 1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickness and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer;-- God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer;-- God is present everywhere. 83. L. M. Moore. God in All. 1 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity. 2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again. 3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name. 84. L. M. Moore. God's Presence in Nature. 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine. 4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath Thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 85. C. M. Whittier. Nature's Worship. 1 The ocean looketh up to heaven, As 'twere a living thing; The homage of its waves is given, In ceaseless worshipping. 2 They kneel upon the sloping sand As bends the human knee; A beautiful and tireless band, The priesthood of the sea. 3 The mists are lifted from the rills, Like the white wing of prayer; They kneel above the ancient hills, As doing homage there. 4 The forest-tops are lowly cast O'er breezy hill and glen, As if a prayerful spirit passed On nature as on men. 5 The sky is as a temple's arch: The blue and wavy air Is glorious with the spirit march Of messengers at prayer. 86. L. M. H. M. Williams. God in Nature. 1 My God! all nature owns Thy sway; Thou giv'st the night and Thou the day: When all Thy loved creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, And bathes in dew the opening flower, To Thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to Thee belong. 2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed, The evening slowly spreads her shade, That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can, more than day's enlivening bloom, Still every fond and vain desire, And calmer, purer thoughts inspire; From earth the longing spirit free, And lead the softened heart to Thee. 3 As o'er Thy work the seasons roll, And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul, O, never may their smiling train Pass o'er the human sense in vain! But, oft as on their charms we gaze, Attune the wondering soul to praise; And be the joys that most we prize The joys that from Thy favor rise! 87. L. M. Wreford. God in His Works and Word. 1 God of the ocean, earth, and sky, In Thy bright presence we rejoice; We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh, And gladly hear Thy gracious voice. 2 We feel Thee in the sunny beam; We see Thee walk the mountain waves; We hear Thee in the murmuring stream, And when the tempest wildly raves. 3 God on the lonely hills we meet, God, in the vale and fragrant grove, While birds and whispering winds repeat, That God is there,--the God of love. 4 We meet Thee in the pensive hour When wearied nature sinks to rest; When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower And peace is given to every breast. 5 We see Thee when, at eve, afar We upward lift our wondering sight, We see Thee in each silent star That glorifies the gloom of night. 6 But better still, and still more clear, Thee in Thy holy Son we see; There Thy own glorious words we hear, And learn the way to heaven and Thee. 88. L. M. Fox's Hymns. The Great Temple. 1 Though wandering in a stranger-land, Though on the waste no altar stand, Take comfort! thou art not alone, While Faith hath marked thee for her own. 2 Wouldst thou a temple? look above,-- The heavens stretch over all in love; A book? for thine evangel scan The wondrous history of man. 3 And though no organ-peal be heard, In harmony the winds are stirred; And there the morning stars upraise Their ancient songs of deathless praise. 89. L. M. W. H. Burleigh. The Heavens Declare the Glory of God. 1 Not only doth the voiceful day Thy loving kindness, Lord! proclaim, But night, with its sublime array Of worlds, doth magnify Thy name. Yea, while adoring seraphim Before Thee bend the willing knee, From every star a choral hymn Goes up unceasingly to Thee. 2 Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night Thy voice makes known; Through all the earth, where thought may reach, Is heard the glad and solemn tone; And worlds, beyond the farthest star Whose light hath reached a human eye, Catch the high anthem from afar, That rolls along immensity. 90. L. M. Bulfinch. Voice of God in the Soul. 1 Hath not thy heart within thee burned At evening's calm and holy hour, As if its inmost depths discerned The presence of a loftier power? 2 Hast thou not heard 'mid forest glades, While ancient rivers murmured by, A voice from forth the eternal shades, That spake a present Deity? 3 And as, upon the sacred page, Thine eye in rapt attention turned O'er records of a holier age, Hath not thy heart within thee burned? 4 It was the voice of God that spake In silence to thy silent heart; And bade each worthier thought awake, And every dream of earth depart. 5 Voice of our God, O, yet be near! In low, sweet accents, whisper peace; Direct us on our pathway here, Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease. 91. C. M. Jones Very. The Light from Within. 1 I saw on earth another light Than that which lit my eye Come forth, as from my soul within, And from a higher sky. 2 Its beams still shone unclouded on, When in the distant west The sun I once had known had sunk Forever to his rest. 3 And on I walked, though dark the night, Nor rose his orb by day; As one to whom a surer guide Was pointing out the way. 4 'Twas brighter far than noonday's beam, It shone from God within; And lit, as by a lamp from heaven, The world's dark track of sin. 92. 7s. M. Anonymous. Silent Worship. 1 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? I will teach thy soul to be Temple, hymn, and harmony. 2 Sweeter songs than poets sing Thou shalt for thine offering bring; Softly murmured hymns, that dwell In devotion's deepest cell. 3 Know that music's holiest strain Loves to linger, loves to reign, In that calm of quiet thought Which the passions trouble not. 4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? Thus thy soul may learn to be Temple, hymn, and harmony. 93. 7 & 6s. M. Methodist. Quiet Worship. 1 Open, Lord, mine inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear The comfort of Thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place, Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of Thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent am I now and still, Will not in Thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of Thy love! 94. C.M. Cowper. Retirement. 1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where sin is waging still Its most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy presence cheer the soul, And grace her mean abode, O, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And,--all harmonious names in one,-- My Father! Thou art mine! 95. C. M. H. M. Williams. Habitual Devotion. 1 While Thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore! 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart shall rest on Thee! 96. P. M. Moore. The Heart's Prayer. 1 As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee, My God! silent, to Thee,-- Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. 2 As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee, My God! trembling, to Thee,-- True, sure, trembling, to Thee. 97. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Pray Without Ceasing. 1 Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Put earthly thoughts away, And, in God's presence kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be; Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name. 3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then, the silent breathing Thy spirit lifts above Will reach His throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love. 4 O, not a joy or blessing With this can we compare,-- The grace our Father gives us To pour our souls in prayer: Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, On Him who saveth, call! Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all. 98. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans. All Must Pray. 1 Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; 2 Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy daily toil to leave; Pray! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 3 Traveller in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; 4 Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 5 Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven's first star alike ye see; Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 99. C. M. Montgomery. What is Prayer? 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold, he prays!" 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son Sweet fellowship they find. 7 O Thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray! 100. L. M. Hart. Prayer the Life of the Soul. 1 Prayer is to God the soul's sure way; So flows the grace he waits to give; Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live. 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress, If cares distract, or fears dismay, If guilt deject, if sin distress, In every need, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Though poor and broken be its word; Pray if thou canst, or canst not, speak; The breathings of the soul are heard. 4 Depend on Him; thou shalt prevail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, His mercy will not fail; Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 101. C. M. Anonymous. Silent Prayer. 1 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream In earnest pleading flows; Devotion dwells upon the theme, And warm and warmer glows. 2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires, Hope points the upward gaze; And love, untrembling love, inspires The eloquence of praise. 3 But sweeter far the still, small voice, Heard by no human ear, When God hath made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear. 4 Nor accents flow, nor words ascend; All utterance faileth there; But listening spirits comprehend, And God accepts the prayer. III. JESUS CHRIST. 102. 7s. M. Bowring. Advent. 1 Watchman! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are; Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star! Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Traveller! yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel! 2 Watchman! tell us of the night, Higher yet the star ascends; Traveller! blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller! ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn; Traveller! darkness takes its flight; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home; Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God, is come. 103. 11s. M. Drummond. "Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord!" 1 A Voice from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing; prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer, is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume, The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. 104. 8 & 7s. M. Gaskell. The Dayspring From on High. 1 Darkness o'er the world was brooding Sadder than Egyptian gloom; Souls by myriads lay in slumber Deep as of the sealed tomb. 2 Earth had lost the links which bound it To the throne of light above; Yet an eye was watching o'er it, And that eye was full of love. 3 Like a glorious beam of morning, Straight a ray pierced through the cloud, Spirits mightily awakening From their dark and heavy shroud. 4 Still that ray shines on and brightens, Chasing mist and gloom away; Happy they on whom it gathers With its full and perfect day! 105. C. M. Patrick. The Nativity. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind,-- "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign: 4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Address their joyful song: 6 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace! Good-will henceforth, from heaven to men, Begin and never cease!" 106. C. M. E. H. Sears. The Birth-Song of Christ. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains! 2 Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The dayspring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, "Peace to the earth, good-will to men From heaven's Eternal King!" 6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. 107. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. Hymn for Christmas. 1 O Lovely Voices of the sky, Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"? To us yet speak the strains, Wherewith, in time gone by, Ye blessed the Syrian swains,-- O Voices of the sky! 2 O clear and shining Light, whose beams, That hour, heaven's glory shed Around the palms, and o'er the streams, And on the shepherds' head! Be near, through life and death, As in that holiest night Of hope, and joy, and faith; O clear and shining Light! 3 O Star which led to Him whose love Brought down man's ransom free! Where art thou?--'midst the host above May we still gaze on thee? In heaven thou art not set, Thy rays earth may not dim; Send them to guide us yet, O Star which led to Him! 108. 11 & 10s. M. Heber. Epiphany. 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! 2 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 3 Vainly we offer each costly oblation; Vainly with gifts would his favor secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 4 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 109. C. M. Doddridge. Mission of Christ. 1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart prepare a home, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, Abides with holy fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His sacred breast inspire. 3 He comes the prisoners to release, In wretched bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And, with the treasures of his grace, Enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace! Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 110. C. M. Watts. Christ's Coming. 1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow As far as sin is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 111. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Star of Bethlehem. 1 Sons of men, behold from far, Hail the long-expected Star! Star of truth, that, 'mid the night, Guides bewildered man aright. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death, Scattering error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near, Haste to see your Lord appear; Haste, for him your hearts prepare, Meet him manifested there! 4 There behold the dayspring rise, Pouring light on mortal eyes; See it chase the shades away, Shining to the perfect day. 112. S. M. Needham. The Prince of Peace. 1 Behold, the Prince of Peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word! 2 No royal pomp adorns This King of Righteousness; Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress. 3 The Spirit of the Lord, In rich abundance shed, On this great prophet gently lights, And rests upon his head. 4 Jesus, the light of men! His doctrine life imparts; O, may we feel its quickening power To warm and glad our hearts! 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way; The path which Christ has marked and trod Will lead to endless day. 113. L. M. Anonymous. Tempted As We Are. 1 As oft, with worn and weary feet, We tread earth's rugged pathway o'er, The thought how comforting and sweet,-- Christ trod this very path before; Our wants, our weaknesses, he knows, From life's first dawning to its close. 2 If we, beneath temptation's stress, Do fight against dark powers within, So, in Judea's wilderness, Christ wrestled with the thoughts of sin, When, in a weary, lonely hour, The tempter came with all his power. 3 So, tried as I, this earth he trod, Knew every human ill but sin, And though the holiest Son of God, As I am now so hath he been; Jesus, my Saviour! look on me; For help and strength I turn to thee! 114. 7s. M. Bulfinch. "The Works Which I Do Bear Witness of Me." 1 Holy Son of God most high! Clothed in heavenly majesty, Many a miracle and sign, In thy Father's name divine, Manifested forth thy might In the chosen people's sight. 2 But, O Saviour! not alone Thus thy glory was made known; With the mourner thou didst grieve, Every human want relieve; Far thy matchless power above Stands the witness of thy love. 3 Thou, who by the open grave, Ere thy voice was raised to save, Didst with those fond sisters shed Tears above the faithful dead; Even thy word of might appears Less resistless than thy tears. 4 Lord! it is not ours to gaze On thy works of ancient days; But thy love, unchanged and bright, More than all those works of might, More than miracle or sign, Makes us ever, ever thine. 115. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. Christ Stilling the Tempest. 1 Fear was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud; And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. 2 But the wind ceased,--it ceased,--a word Passed through the gloomy sky; The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 3 And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast; They sank as flowers that fold to sleep When sultry day is past. 4 O Thou that in its wildest hour Didst rule the tempest's mood, Send now thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood! 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandate to fulfil, Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak, and say, "Peace, be still!" 116. C. M. Bulfinch. The Pool of Bethesda. 1 The aged sufferer waited long Upon Bethesda's brink; Till hopes, once rising warm and strong, Began in fears to sink; And heavy were the sighs he drew, And fervent was his prayer, For he, with safety full in view, Still languished helpless there. 2 His hope grew dim; but one was nigh Who saw the sufferer's grief; That gentle voice, that pitying eye, Gave promise of relief. Each pang that human weakness knows Obeyed that powerful word; He spake, and lo! the sick arose, Rejoicing in his Lord. 3 Father of Jesus, when oppressed With grief and pain we lie, And, longing for Thy heavenly rest, Despair to look on high, O, may the Saviour's words of peace Within the wounded heart Bid every doubt and suffering cease, And strength and joy impart! 117. C. M. Bulfinch. Christ Walking on the Sea. 1 Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod The dark and stormy wave, And trusted in his Father's arm, Omnipotent to save; 2 When darkly round our footsteps rise The floods and storms of life, Send Thou Thy Spirit down to still The dark and fearful strife. 3 Strong in our trust, on Thee reposed, The ocean-path we'll dare, Though waves around us rage and foam, Since Thou art present there. 118. P. M. Bowring. "He Was There Alone." 1 He was there alone, when even Had round earth its mantle thrown, Holding intercourse with heaven: He was there alone. 2 There his inmost heart's emotion Made he to his Father known; In the spirit of devotion Musing there alone. 3 So let us, from earth retiring, Seek our God and Father's throne; And, to other scenes aspiring, Train our hearts, alone. 119. L. M. Bowring. Jesus Teaching the People. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place. 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 "Come wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust! Pillars of earthly pride, decay! A nobler mansion waits the just, And Jesus has prepared the way. 120. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Mind Which Was in Christ Jesus. 1 Ever patient, loving, meek, Holy Saviour, was thy mind; Vainly in myself I seek Likeness to my Lord to find; Yet the mind that was in thee May be, must be, formed in me. 2 Since such griefs were thine to bear, For each sufferer thou couldst feel, Every mourner's burden share, Every wounded spirit heal. Saviour, let thy grace in me Form that mind which was in thee. 3 When my pain is most intense, Let thy cross my lesson prove; Let me hear thee even thence; Breathing words of peace and love; Thus thy grace shall form in me The same mind which was in thee. 121. 7s. M. Barbauld. Christ's Invitations. 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come. 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste. 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, and seek in vain; Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care; Who the stings of sin can bear? 5 Sufferer! come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 122. C. M. Gaskell. Spirit of Jesus. 1 O, not to crush with abject fear The burdened soul of man Did Jesus on the earth appear, And open heaven's high plan: He came to bid him find repose, And God his Father know; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. 2 O, not in coldness nor in pride His holy path he trod; 'Twas his delight to turn aside And win the lost to God; And unto sorrowing guilt disclose The fount whence peace should flow; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. 3 O, not with cold, unfeeling eye Did he the suffering view; Not on the other side pass by, And deem their tears untrue; 'Twas joy to him to heal their woes, And heaven's sweet refuge show; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. 123. L. M. Bache. "Behold How He Loved Him." 1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, When Jesus o'er his Lazarus wept; My grateful heart the words shall use, While on his life my eye is kept. 2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who, firm yet mild, With patience bore the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, yet ne'er reviled, Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. 4 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 124. L. M. A. C. Coxe. Divine Beauty of Christ's Character. 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! 2 O, who like thee,--so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? O, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? 3 O, who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs, of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? 4 The bending angels stooped to see The lisping infant clasp thy knee, And smile, as in a father's eye, Upon thy mild divinity. 5 And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 6 O, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! 125. L. M. Brettell. The Life of Jesus. 1 He lived as none but he has lived, That wisest Teacher from above; He died as none but he has died,-- His every act an act of love. 2 His fervent piety was breathed To the lone waste, the desert hill; And in the haunts of men he sought To do his Heavenly Father's will. 3 He preached the gospel to the poor, Beside the couch of anguish stood, Consoled the sufferer, healed the sick, And went about still doing good. 4 With sinners he conversed, and gave Peace to the weary, troubled mind; Yet free from stain till life's last hour, In him his foes no fault could find. 5 Born 'midst the humblest sons of earth, All earth's temptations he withstood; And yet all human praise renounced, Declaring God alone is good. 126. P. M. Anonymous. He Had Not Where to Lay His Head. 1 Birds have their quiet nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay his head. 2 And yet he came to give The weary and the heavy-laden rest; To bid the sinner live, And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast. 3 Let the birds seek their nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, in my breast Come and repose thine oft rejected head! 4 Come! give me rest, and take The only rest on earth thou lov'st, within A heart that for thy sake Shall purify itself from every sin. 127. L. M. Russell. Through His Poverty Made Rich. 1 On the dark-wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast; And o'er the waters heavily Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. 2 Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 3 Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest;-- He hath not where to lay his head. 4 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save, the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 128. L. M. *Gaskell. Christ The Sufferer. 1 Dark were the paths our Master trod, Yet never failed his trust in God; Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, Yet he but felt for man the more. 2 Unto the cross in faith he went, His Father's willing instrument; Upon the cross his prayer arose In pity for his ruthless foes. 3 O, may we all his kindred be, By holy love and sympathy; Still loving man through every ill, And trusting in our Father's will! 129. L. M. Bulfinch. Christ The Sufferer. 1 O suffering Friend of human kind! How, as the fatal hour drew near, Came thronging on thy holy mind The images of grief and fear. 2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene, The faithless friends, the exulting foes, The thorny crown, the insult keen, The scourge, the cross, before thee rose. 3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed, As the dark vision o'er it came; And though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame? 4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread, May we our Father's call obey, Steadfast thy path of duty tread, And rise, through death, to endless day. 130. L. M. Doddridge. "Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done." 1 "Father divine!" the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, "Remove this bitter cup away. 2 "But if these pangs must still be borne, Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say,--Thy will, not mine, be done!" 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say,--Thy will, not ours, be done! 131. L. M. Anonymous. "Let This Cup Pass From Me." 1 A voice upon the midnight air, Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray, Weeps forth in agony of prayer, "O Father, take this cup away!" 2 Ah, thou who sorrow'st unto death, We conquer in thy mortal fray; And earth for all her children saith, "O God, take not this cup away!" 3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die; Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe; Thy peace shall still the mourner's sigh; Thy strength shall raise the faint and low. 4 Great chief of faithful souls, arise; None else can lead the martyr band, Who teach the soul how peril flies, When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand. 5 O King of earth, the cross ascend; O'er climes and ages 'tis thy throne; Where'er thy fading eye may bend, The desert blooms and is thine own. 4 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray; Make but one fold below, above; And when we go the last, lone way, O, give the welcome of thy love. 132. C. H. M. Mrs. Hemans. The Agony in the Garden. 1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony; He poured in prayer his suppliant breath, Bowed down with sorrow unto death. 2 The sun went down in fearful hour; The heavens might well grow dim, When this mortality had power Thus to o'ershadow him; That he who came to save might know The very depths of human woe. 3 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread; The mists that hang o'er parting life All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray; Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead; But there was sent him, from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? How, but through him that path who trod? Save, or we perish, Son of God! 133. 6 & 10s. M. Bulfinch. Bearing the Cross. 1 Burden of shame and woe! How does the heart o'erflow At thought of him the bitter cross who bore! But we have each our own, To others oft unknown, Which we must bear till life shall be no more. 2 And shall we fear to tread The path where Jesus led, The pure and holy one, for man who died? Or shall we shrink from shame, Endured for Jesus' name, Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified? 3 Then, 'mid the woes that wait On this our mortal state, Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss, And though the tempter's art Assail the struggling heart, Still, Saviour! in thy name we bear the cross. 134. 7s. M. Bulfinch. The Crucifixion. 1 In the Saviour's hour of death, Bound upon the cross of fear, While his quick and struggling breath Spoke the fatal moment near, While his proud, triumphant foes Mocked the sufferings that he bore, Then his loving spirit rose More sublime than e'er before. 2 He has taught us to forgive, By his words in days gone by; He has taught us how to live; Can he teach us how to die? Listen! as the cross they raise, One brief prayer ascends to heaven; For his murderers he prays,-- Father, may they be forgiven! 135. P. M. W. J. Fox. Stabat Mater. 1 Jews were wrought to cruel madness, Christians fled in fear and sadness, Mary stood the cross beside. 2 At its foot her foot she planted, By the dreadful scene undaunted, Till the gentle sufferer died. 3 Poets oft have sung her story; Painters decked her brow with glory; Priests her name have deified; 4 But no worship, song, or glory, Touches like that simple story,-- "Mary stood the cross beside." 5 And when under fierce oppression Goodness suffers like transgression, Christ again is crucified. 6 But if love be there, true-hearted, By no grief or terror parted, Mary stands the cross beside. 136. 7s. M. Bulfinch. "It Is Finished." 1 It is finished! glorious word From thy lips, our suffering Lord! Words of high, triumphant might, Ere thy spirit takes its flight. It is finished! all is o'er; Pain and scorn oppress no more. 2 Now, no more foreboding dread Shades the path thy feet must tread; No more fear, lest in thine hour Pain should patience overpower; On the perfect sacrifice Not a stain of weakness lies. 3 Champion! lay thine armor by; 'Tis thine hour of victory! All thy toils are now o'erpast; Thou hast found thy rest at last; All hath faithfully been done, And the world's salvation won. 137. P. M. H. Ware. Easter Hymn. 1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die. Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high,-- "The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die." 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being he gave us death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 138. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous. "Let There Be Light." 1 On earth was darkness spread, One boundless night; "Let there be light," God said,-- And there was light! 2 There hung a deeper gloom O'er quick and dead, But Jesus burst the tomb, And darkness fled. 3 God by His word arrayed Darkness with light; God by His Son displayed Day without night. 4 For thee, O man, arose Creation's ray; For thee, too, brighter glows Salvation's day. 5 The beams first poured on earth For mortals shone; The light of later birth Immortals own. IV. REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 139. C. M. Montgomery. "In Remembrance of Me." 1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee;-- 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains, Will I remember thee. 140. P. M. Whittier. Watching with Jesus. 1 O Thou, who in the garden's shade Didst wake thy weary ones again, Who slumbered at that fearful hour, Forgetful of thy pain,-- 2 Bend o'er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free, Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with thee! 141. P. M. F. H. Hedge. Strength from the Cross. 1 "It is finished!" Man of sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus. 2 While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious! 3 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted! May that sacred emblem be; 4 Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, May it guide us still to thee! 5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded Sorrow's depths for us has sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore. 6 Honored be thy cross forever; Star, that points our high endeavor Whither thou hast gone before! 142. 6 & 10s. M. *Mrs. Miles. Looking unto Jesus. 1 It was no path of flowers, Which, through this world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? 2 O thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. 3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom Should hover o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee. 143. 7s. M. Montgomery. Made Perfect Through Suffering. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray! 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the griefs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross! 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, Love's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die! 144. 7s. M. Anonymous. Strength Through Christ's Sufferings. 1 When my love to Christ grows weak, When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane! 2 There I walk amid the shades, While the lingering twilight fades, See that suffering, friendless One Weeping, praying there alone. 3 When my love for Christ grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary! I go To thy scenes of fear and woe;-- 4 There behold his agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See his anguish, see his faith; Love triumphant still in death. 5 Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self-sacrifice. 145. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring. Glorying in the Cross. 1 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life overtake us, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy; Never shall the cross forsake us, Lo! it glows with peace and joy! 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon our way; From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 146. L. M. Emily Taylor. Looking to Jesus. 1 If love, the noblest, purest, best, If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast, O, surely Jesus claims our love! 2 There's not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time, But Jesus mingles in that thought, Forerunner of our course sublime. 3 His image meets us in the hour Of joy, and brightens every smile; We see him, when the tempests lower, Each terror soothe, each grief beguile. 4 We see him in the daily round Of social duty, mild and meek; With him we tread the hallowed ground, Communion with our God to seek. 5 We see his pitying, gentle eye, When lonely want appeals for aid; We hear him in the frequent sigh, That mourns the waste that sin has made. 6 We meet him at the lowly tomb, And weep where Jesus wept before; And there, above the grave's dark gloom, We see him rise,--and weep no more. 147. L. M. *Watts. The Divine Example. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 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, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; And, by the paths which thou hast trod, Press on to holiness and God. 148. 7s. M. Gaskell. Christ Who Strengtheneth Me. 1 When arise the thoughts of sin, When the world our hearts would win, When, to selfish pleasure given, Droops the love that blooms for heaven; Lord, we would remember thee,-- Thou wilt our Redeemer be. 2 When, with footsteps faint and slow, Duty's upward path we go; When, by toils and hardship pressed, Round we turn to look for rest; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be. 3 When the way grows dark and drear, When, beset by doubt and fear, We can see no beam of light Struggling through the thickening night; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Comforter wilt be. 149. C. M. Gaskell. Following After Jesus. 1 In vain we thus recall to mind The cross our Master bore, Unless a holier strength we find, And love his spirit more. 2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill; Insulted, and withstood, In hope and patience labor still To do our brethren good. 3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go Our heaven-appointed way, And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe, "God's will be done!" to say. 150. 11s. M. Whittier. Christ Present in the Spirit. 1 O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod, Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee's flood, Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him to bear, Nor our knees press Gethsemane's garden of prayer! 2 Yet, Loved of the Father! thy spirit is near To the meek and the lowly and penitent here; And the voice of thy love is the same, even now, As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow. 3 O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and power The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour; Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame On the heart's secret altar is burning, the same. 151. C. M. Emily Taylor. "I Pray Not for These Alone." 1 "O, Not for these alone I pray," The dying Saviour said; Though on his breast that moment lay The loved disciple's head; 2 Though to his eye that moment sprung The kind, the pitying tear For those that eager round him hung, His words of love to hear. 3 No, not for them alone he prayed;-- For all of mortal race, Whene'er their fervent prayer is made, Where'er their dwelling-place. 4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet, His feast of love to share; And, 'mid the toils of life, how sweet The memory of his prayer! 152. L. M. Gaskell. Bearing with Us the Dying of Jesus. 1 Not in this simple rite alone May Calvary's cross to us be shown; But may we turn, in many an hour, To feel its soul-constraining power. 2 When indolence would have its will, And selfish ease would keep us still, Then to the Saviour may we look, And meet his eye's serene rebuke. 3 When men have done us cruel wrong, And angry thoughts are rising strong, May we with softened hearts turn there, And learn the Lord's forgiving prayer. 4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes, May Jesus on the cross arise, And ask if we will him forsake, And wear the chains he died to break. 5 When pain, or sickness, or distress, Our fainting souls would overpress, To him on Calvary looking still, May we find strength to bear God's will. 153. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll. Bread of Heaven. 1 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread. 2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died, Lord of life, O, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee! 154. L. M. Anonymous. The Presence of Jesus. 1 When, blest Redeemer, thou art near, The soul enjoys a sacred peace: Thy presence calms our every fear, And gives from every doubt release. 2 Be with us now, in truth and love, In strength that conquers every sin; O, cleanse, and bless, and lift above, And may thy cross our hearts still win. 3 In suffering may we strength receive From memory of thy victory won; In doubt our drooping hopes revive;-- Thus be thy presence with us shown! 4 Be ever near our spirits, Lord; And, drawn by sympathy, may we Still, through thy cross, thy life, thy word, In faith and love come near to thee! 155. S. M. C. Wesley. Presence of Jesus. 1 Not in the name of pride Or selfishness we're met; From worldly paths we turn aside, And worldly thoughts forget. 2 Jesus, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim! Thou in the midst of us shalt be, Assembled in thy name. 3 Present we know thou art; But, O, thyself reveal! Now, Lord, let every bounding heart Thy peace and gladness feel! 4 O, may thy quickening voice The death of sin remove; And bid our inmost souls rejoice In hope of perfect love! 156. 10s. M. T. Parker. Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life. 1 O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, Who once appeared in humblest guise below, Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain, And call thy brethren forth from want and woe; 2 We look to thee! thy truth is still the Light, Which guides the nations, groping on their way, Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. 3 Yes! thou art still the Life; thou art the way The holiest know;--Light, Life, and Way of heaven! And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given. 157. C. M. Anonymous. One in Christ. 1 A Holy air is breathing round, A fragrance from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love. 2 O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, And love not Thee nor Thine; 3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught, And all Thy gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer to the Lord. 158. C. M. Emily Taylor. Communion. 1 O, here, if ever, God of love! Let strife and hatred cease; And every thought harmonious move, And every heart be peace. 2 Not here, where met to think of him Whose latest thoughts were ours, Shall mortal passions come to dim The prayer devotion pours. 3 No, gracious Master, not in vain Thy life of love hath been; The peace thou gav'st may yet remain, Though thou no more art seen. 4 Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait, To hear thy cheering call; When heaven shall ope its glorious gate, And God be all in all. 159. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Invitation. 1 "Come who will," the voice from heaven, Like a silver trumpet, calls; "Come who will,"--the church hath given Back the echo from its walls. 2 Come, to rivers ever flowing From the high, eternal throne; Come, where God, his gifts bestowing, In the church on earth is known. 3 Heavenly music! he who listens, Longing for his spirit's home, While his eye with rapture glistens, Yearning says,--"I come, I come!" 160. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. "Come unto Me." 1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distrest, Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father, Come unto me, and I will give you rest! 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned; 3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn; 4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed; Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest. 161. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous. The Weary and Heavy-Laden. 1 Come to Jesus, O my brothers, Come in this accepted hour; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power; He is able, He is willing,--doubt no more. 2 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you,-- 'Tis the spirit's struggling beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden; Wait not,--'tis your Saviour's call; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. 162. P. M. Moore. Come, Ye Disconsolate. 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel! Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, living and pure; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 163. C. M. Anonymous. Parting Hymn. 1 Through thee as we together came, In singleness of heart, And met, O Jesus! in thy name, So in thy name we part. 2 Nearer to thee our spirits lead, And still thy love bestow, Till thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless, here below. 3 When to the right or left we stray, Leave us not comfortless, But guide our feet into the way Of everlasting peace. 164. 6 & 10s. M. Briggs' Coll. Benediction. 1 The peace which God bestows Through him who died and rose, The peace the Father giveth through the Son, Be known in every mind, The broken heart to bind, And bless each traveller as he journeys on. 2 Ye who have known to weep, Where your beloved sleep; Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry-- God's blessing be as balm, The fevered heart to calm, And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply. 3 Ere daily strifes begin The war without, within, The God of love, with spirit and with power, Now on each bended head His deepest blessing shed, And keep us all through every troubled hour. V. CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 165. C. M. Gaskell. The Heralds of the Cross. 1 Forth went the heralds of the cross, No dangers made them pause; They counted all the world but loss, For their great Master's cause. 2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn, Serene their path they trod; And to the dreary dungeon borne, Sang praises unto God. 3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, Love changed to cruel hate; And home to them was home no more; Yet mourned they not their fate. 4 In all his dark and dread array, Death rose upon their sight; But calmly still they kept their way, And shrank not from the fight. 5 They knew to whom their trust was given, They could not doubt His word; Before them beamed the light of heaven, The presence of their Lord. 6 O, may a faith as true be ours, And shed as pure a light Of peace across the darkest hours, And make the last one bright! 166. 7s. M. *Johns. The Preachers of the Word. 1 Thanks to God for those who came In the Saviour's glorious name; Who upon the green earth trod But to teach the truth of God. 2 For the great Apostles, first, Who from life's endearments burst, Going from the Cross, and then Leading to the Cross again: 3 For the next, who meekly poured Willing blood to serve the Lord; Fearless bore the racks of pain, Felon's death, or captive's chain; 4 And for all, from shore to shore, Who the blessed tidings bore; All who wrought for liberty When 'twas treason to be free. 5 Ye, who now, in better days, Live to spread your Maker's praise, Shedding, each man's home around, Light that consecrates the ground; 6 Teachers of the word of light, Go forth in your Master's might! Speed your embassy where'er Life has grief, or death has fear! 167. S. M. Ancient Hymns. Thanks for all Saints. 1 For all Thy saints, O God, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all Thy saints, O God, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward, And yearned for him to die. 3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord, in view, Learned from Thy holy spirit's breath To suffer and to do. 4 For this Thy name we bless, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in Thee. 168. S. M. Anonymous. The Word of God. 1 God of the prophets' power! God of the gospel's sound! Move glorious on,--send out Thy voice To all the nations round. 2 With hearts and lips unfeigned, We bless Thee for Thy word; We praise Thee for the joyful news Of our ascended Lord. 3 O, may we treasure well The counsels that we hear, Till righteousness and solemn joy In all our hearts appear. 4 Water the sacred seed, And give it large increase; May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, Prevent the fruits of peace. 5 And though we sow in tears, Our souls at last shall come, And gather in our sheaves with joy, At heaven's great harvest-home. 169. H. M. Doddridge. The Gospel. 1 Mark the soft falling snow And the diffusive rain! To heaven, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; Till, watering earth Through every pore, It calls forth all Her secret store. 2 Arrayed in beauteous green, The hills and valleys shine, And man and beast are fed By providence divine: The harvest bows Its golden ears, The copious seed Of future years. 3 "So," saith the God of grace, "My gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I intend; Millions of souls Shall feel its power, And bear it down To millions more." 170. S. M. Moore. Christianity. 1 Behold the sun, how bright From yonder east he springs, As if the soul of life and light Were breathing from his wings. 2 So bright the gospel broke Upon the souls of men; So fresh the dreaming world awoke In truth's full radiance then. 3 Before yon sun arose, Stars clustered through the sky; But, O, how dim, how pale, were those, To his one burning eye! 4 So truth lent many a ray, To bless the Pagan's night; But, Lord, how faint, how cold, were they, To Thy one glorious light! 171. L. M. Emily Taylor. Thy Kingdom Come! 1 "Thy kingdom come!" The heathen lands, In error sunk, Thy presence crave; And victims bound by tyrant hands Implore Thee, Father, come and save! 2 "Thy kingdom come!" Each troubled mind In doubt and darkness calls for Thee; For Thou hast eyes to give the blind, And strength to set the captive free. 3 Thy reign of peace and love begin! Too oft the Christian's sacred name Is stained by wrath and shamed by sin; O, come, assert the gospel's claim! 4 O, never in that righteous cause Our hearts be slow, our voices dumb; Upon the glorious theme we pause, And fervent pray, "Thy kingdom come!" 172. C. M. Gaskell. Thy Kingdom Come! 1 O God! the darkness roll away Which clouds the human soul, And let the bright, the perfect day, Speed onward to its goal. 2 Let every hateful passion die, Which makes of brethren foes; And war no longer raise its cry, To mar the world's repose. 3 Let faith, and hope, and charity, Go forth through all the earth; And man, in heavenly bearing, be True to his heavenly birth. 4 Yea, let Thy glorious kingdom come Of holiness and love, And make this world a portal meet For Thy bright courts above. 173. S. M. *H. Martineau. The Coming of Christ in Power. 1 Lord Jesus, come! for here Our path through wilds is laid; We watch, as for the dayspring near, Amid the breaking shade. 2 Lord Jesus, come! for hosts Meet on the battle-plain; Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts, And tears are shed like rain. 3 Lord Jesus, come! the slave Still bears his heavy chains; Their daily bread the hungry crave, While teem the fruitful plains. 4 Hark! herald voices near Lead on thy happier day; Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear! We wait to strew thy way. 5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more! 174. 6 & 4s. M. Marriott. Let There Be Light. 1 Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight! Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light! 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On Thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight! Health to the sick in mind, Light to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind Let there be light! 3 Descend Thou from above, Spirit of truth and love, Speed on Thy flight! Move o'er the waters' face, Spirit of hope and grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light! 4 Blessed and glorious three, Thrice holy trinity, Wisdom, love, might! Boundless as ocean's tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, Let there be light! 175. C. M. *Moore. The Latter Day. 1 Who shall behold the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away Which hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye. 2 Then shall the world no longer mourn Beneath oppression's chain; The days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come, And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home. 176. L. M. Watts. Christ's Kingdom. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People, and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen! 177. 10s. M. Ashworth. Triumph of the Gospel. 1 Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. 2 On, piercing gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own'st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee! 3 Tread, kingly gospel, through the nations tread! With all the noblest virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emancipator, reign! 4 Spread, giant gospel, spread thy growing wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings: Proclaim them all thine own;--'tis His command! 178. L. M. Anonymous. Hymn of the Church Triumphant. 1 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thine excellence be known; Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall sin's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 Thy God on high has heard thy prayer, His hand thy ruin shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. 179. C. M. Montgomery. Daughter of Zion. 1 Daughter of Zion! from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the south, "Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north!" 4 They come, they come;--thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. 180. 8 & 7s. M. Newton. The Church Everlasting. 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for His own abode. 2 On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 3 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove. 4 Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Love, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. 5 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near: 6 Thus deriving from their banner Light by night and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which he gives them when they pray. 181. L. M. Whittier. Christianity. 1 O fairest-born of Love and Light, Yet bending brow and eye severe On all which pains the holy sight, Or wounds the pure and perfect ear,-- 2 The generous feeling, pure and warm, Which owns the rights of all divine, The pitying heart, the helping arm, The prompt self-sacrifice, are thine! 3 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye, How fade the lines of caste and birth! How equal in their sufferings lie The groaning multitudes of earth! 4 Still to a stricken brother true, Whatever clime hath nurtured him; As stooped to heal the wounded Jew The worshipper of Gerizim. 5 In holy words which cannot die, In thoughts which angels leaned to know, Christ gave thy message from on high, Thy mission to a world of woe. 6 That voice's echo hath not died; From the blue lake of Galilee, From Tabor's lonely mountain-side, It calls a struggling world to thee. 182. C. M. H. Martineau. Christian Equality. 1 All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies; All men are equal, when that earth Fails from their dying eyes. 2 God greets the throngs who pay their vows In courts their hands have made; And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain shade. 3 'Tis man alone who difference sees, And speaks of high and low; And worships those, and tramples these, While the same path they go. 4 O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love! In power and wealth exult no more, In wisdom lowly move. 5 Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride; Ye low! your shame and fear; Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere. 183. C. M. Bulfinch. "That They May Be One." 1 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed For those he came to save, When darkly o'er his path was laid The shadow of the grave? 2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain? O doubting heart, be still! Yet holds the Lord his glorious reign, Despite of wrong and ill. 3 Though nations with their battle-cries Profane the Almighty's name, Though bigots to the offended skies Their own wild wrath proclaim,-- 4 Thousands, in every Christian land, Have never bowed the knee In worship to the idol-band Of strife and perfidy. 5 And these are one;--though some may bend Before the Virgin's shrine, While others' prayers and thanks ascend, Father! alone at Thine,-- 6 Yet they are one; if through their hearts The soul of love be poured, As swells some strain of various parts, Yet all in sweet accord. 184. S. M. Johns. Human Brotherhood. 1 Hush the loud cannon's roar, The frantic warrior's call! Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all? 2 Want, from the wretch depart! Chains, from the captive fall! Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart,-- Sufferers are brothers all. 3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition-wall! Let love each harsher feeling drown,-- Christians are brothers all. 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all. 185. C. M. Gaskell. Peace. 1 How long, O Lord, his brother's blood Shall man in battle spill? How long that mandate be withstood, Which cries, "Thou shalt not kill?" 2 How long shall glory still be found In scenes of cruel strife, Where misery walks, a giant crowned, Crushing the flowers of life? 3 O, hush, great God! the sounds of war, And make Thy children feel That he, with Thee, is noblest far, Who toils for human weal;-- 4 And though forgotten, he alone Can be a Christian true Who would his foes as brethren own, And still their good pursue. 186. 7s. M. Milman. He Rebuked the Wind and the Sea. 1 Lord! thou didst arise and say To the troubled waters, Peace! And the tempest died away; Down they sank, the foaming seas, And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o'er all the glassy deep; All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen. 2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose From oppressions, and from woes; And an imaged heaven appear In the world of darkness here. 187. L. M. * The Hope of Man. 1 The Past is dark with sin and shame, The Future dim with doubt and fear; But, Father, yet we praise Thy name, Whose guardian love is always near. 2 For man has striven, ages long, With faltering steps to come to Thee, And in each purpose high and strong The influence of Thy grace could see. 3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer, But Thou wast kinder than he dreamed, As age by age brought hopes more fair, And nearer still Thy kingdom seemed. 4 But never rose within his breast A trust so calm and deep as now;-- Shall not the weary find a rest? Father, Preserver, answer Thou! 5 'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above, But through the shadow streams the sun; We cannot doubt Thy certain love; And Man's true aim shall yet be won! 188. 6s. M. Anonymous. Behold, He Cometh. 1 Hark! through the waking earth, Hark! through the echoing sky, Herald of freedom's birth, There comes a glorious cry. 2 The triple chains that bind Fall from the weary limb, And from the down-crushed mind, As soundeth that high hymn. 3 Unto man's waiting heart It saith,--"Arise, be strong! Bear thou an earnest part Against all forms of wrong. 4 "Wouldst live in earth as lives The glorious One above? He for thy model gives Himself, and he is Love. 5 "Love in each brother man The God who loveth him; Revere the stamp of heaven, However marred and dim. 6 "Bid fear give place to love; Bid doubt and passion cease; Be every word of hate Forever hushed in peace." 7 Sound, sound through all the earth! Sound through the echoing sky! Proclaim the world's new birth; Proclaim the Lord is nigh! 189. 7s. M. *Montgomery. The Liberty of the Sons of God. 1 God made all his creatures free; Life itself is liberty; God ordained no other bands Than united hearts and hands. 2 Sin the primal charter broke,-- Sin, itself earth's heaviest yoke; Tyranny with sin began, Man o'er brute, and man o'er man. 3 But a better day shall be, Life again be liberty, And the wide world's only bands Love-knit hearts and love-linked hands. 4 So shall every slavery cease, All God's children dwell in peace, And the new-born earth record Love, and Love alone, is Lord. 190. P. M. H. Ware. Freedom. 1 Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day, When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway. 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong, And freedom's morning bar? 191. C. M. *Whittier. The Reformers. 1 O pure Reformers! not in vain Your trust in human kind; The good which bloodshed could not gain, Your peaceful zeal shall find. 2 The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and tide; The voice of nature and of God Speaks out upon your side. 3 The weapons which your hands have found Are those which Heaven hath wrought, Light, Truth, and Love,--your battle-ground, The free, broad field of Thought. 4 O, may no selfish purpose break The beauty of your plan, Nor lie from throne or altar shake Your steady faith in man. 5 Press on! and if we may not share The glory of your fight, We'll ask at least, in earnest prayer, God's blessing on the Right. 192. 8 & 7s. M. Cowper. The Kingdom of Heaven. 1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken; O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you; Scenes of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise. 2 There, in undisturbed possession, Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression, Never hear of war again; God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light. VI. THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 193. P. M. Sp. of Psalms. The Holy Spirit. 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, subdue; 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 every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness pitying see; O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And worthier Thee! 194. S. M. Anonymous. The Spirit Saith "Come!" 1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, "Wanderer, come!" The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids you come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come!" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come! 195. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Prodigal. 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come! 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save! 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole! 4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek Him, for He may be found; Call upon Him; He is near. 196. L. M. Beard's Coll. Turn, Child of Doubt. 1 Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God! To error's joyless waste betrayed; No light will there illume thy road, No friendly voice will give thee aid. 2 O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste! The shade of death,--the maze of woe! There is a path that leads to rest, A fount of life is given below. 3 Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed, The lost, the erring, to recall, That sacred fountain hath unsealed; With voice of love he speaks to all. 4 He bids the dying wanderer turn, To walk in duty's way, and live; He speaks to wounded souls that mourn, He speaks,--to heal and to forgive. 197. 7s. M. Briggs' Coll. Come Home! 1 Soul! celestial in thy birth, Dwelling yet in lowest earth, Panting, shrinking to be free, Hear God's spirit whisper thee. 2 Thus it saith; in accents mild,-- "Weary wanderer, wayward child, From thy Father's earnest love Still forever wilt thou rove? 3 "Turn to hope, and peace, and light, Freed from sin, and earth, and night; I have called, entreated thee, In my mercies gentle, free. 4 "Human soul, in love divine I have sought to make thee mine; Still for thee good angels yearn; Human soul, return, return!" 198. C. M. Whittier. The Call. 1 O, not alone with outward sign Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart Love for the True and Right, Zeal for the Christian's better part, Strength for the Christian's fight. 2 Though heralded by naught of fear, Or outward sign, or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well,-- The call to Truth and Love. 199. 11s. M. Anonymous. Acquaint Thee with God. 1 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road; And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path, Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 200. S. M. Johns. Thou Must Be Born Again. 1 Thou must be born again! Such was the solemn word To him who came, not all in vain, By night to seek his Lord. 2 Thou must be born again! But not the birth of clay; The immortal seed must thence obtain Deliverance into day. 3 Thou, in thy inmost mind, Must own the same control; The same regenerating wind Must move and guide thy soul. 4 Thou canst not choose but trace The steps the Master trod, If once thou feel his truth and grace, A conscious child of God. 5 The mortal's birth is past; The immortal's birth must be; Seek well and thou shalt find at last That blest nativity. 201. 7s. M. *John Taylor. A Penitential Hymn. 1 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; Listen to Thy suppliant ones, Thou, to whom all grace belongs! 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;-- 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;-- 4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at Thy feet we bow, Seeking strength from Thee alone. 5 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; O, restore Thy suppliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs! 202. 10s. M. Anonymous. The Broken Shield. 1 O, send me not away! for I would drink, Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life; Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink, Weary and fainting from the deadly strife. 2 Went I not forth undaunted and alone, Strong in the majesty of human might? Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn, My dream of glory lost in shades of night. 3 Was I not girded for the battle-field? Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword? Behold the fragments of my broken shield, And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord! 203. C. M. Furness. The Penitent Son. 1 O, richly, Father, have I been Blest evermore by Thee! And morning, noon, and night Thou hast Preserved me tenderly. 2 And yet the love which Thou shouldst claim To idols I have given; Too oft have bound to earth the hopes That know no home but heaven. 3 Unworthy to be called Thy son, I come with shame to Thee, Father!--O, more than Father, Thou Hast always been to me! 4 Help me to break the heavy chains The world has round me thrown, And know the glorious liberty Of an obedient son. 5 That I may henceforth heed whate'er Thy voice within me saith, Fix deeply in my heart of hearts A principle of faith,-- 6 Faith that, like armor to my soul, Shall keep all evil out, More mighty than an angel host, Encamping round about. 204. 7s. M. Milman. Lord, Have Mercy. 1 Lord, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; Then Thy strengthening grace afford; Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord! 2 Lord, have mercy when we know First how vain this world below; When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then Thy strengthening grace afford; Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord! 205. L. M. * I Will Arise and Go unto My Father. 1 To Thine eternal arms, O God, Take us, Thine erring children, in; From dangerous paths too boldly trod, From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin. 2 Those arms were round our childish ways, A guard through helpless years to be; O leave not our maturer days, We still are helpless without Thee! 3 We trusted hope and pride and strength: Our strength proved false, our pride was vain, Our dreams have faded all at length,-- We come to Thee, O Lord, again! 4 A guide to trembling steps yet be! Give us of Thine eternal powers! So shall our paths all lead to Thee, And life smile on like childhood's hours. 206. L. M. Flint's Coll. The Strength of the Erring. 1 Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good; Man is not made for endless ill; The offending soul, in darkest mood, Hath yet a hope, a refuge still. 2 Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meant To heal the spirit, not destroy; And even remorse, for chastening sent, When Thou commandest, works for joy. 207. C. M. *Wreford. Prayer for Increase of Faith. 1 Lord! I believe; Thy power I own Thy word I would obey; I wander comfortless and lone, When from Thy truth I stray. 2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears Sometimes bedim my sight; I look to Thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light. 3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, My faith is cold and weak; Make strong my weakness, and bestow The confidence I seek! 4 Yes, I believe; and only Thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow, Help Thou my unbelief! 208. C. M. Bartrum. My God, Remember Me. 1 O, from these visions dark and drear, Kind Father, set me free; I struggle yet with darkness here,-- My God, remember me! 2 Refresh my drooping soul with grace And quickening energy; Still running, toiling in the race,-- My God, remember me! 3 Some cheering ray of hope impart, Sweet influence from Thee; And raise this feeble, drooping heart,-- My God, remember me! 4 For the inheritance in light, On trembling wings I flee; With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,-- My God, remember me! 209. C. M. Milman. Prayer for Help. 1 O, help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, in word, in deed, Each hour on earth we live. 2 O, help us, when our spirits bleed, With doubt and anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, O, help us, Lord, the more. 3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. 4 O, help us, Father! from on high; We know no help but Thee; O, help us so to live and die, As Thine in heaven to be! 210. 7s. M. Russian. In Doubt. 1 Why, thou never-setting Light, Is thy brightness veiled from me? Why does this unwonted night Cloud thy blest benignity? 2 I am lost without thy ray; Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord! Light my dark and erring way To the noontide of Thy word. 211. C. M. Humphries. Good Lord, Remember Me. 1 O Thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me! 2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; Good Lord, remember me! 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O, let my strength be as my day; Good Lord, remember me! 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; Good Lord, remember me! 5 When in the solemn hour of death I wait Thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath,-- Good Lord, remember me! 6 And when before Thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to Thee, Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me! 212. P. M. Mrs. Follen. Lord, to Whom Shall We Go? 1 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow, When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing,--to whom shall we go? 2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs Of the pleasures this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flutters its wings, Impatient,--to whom shall it go? 3 O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the wanderer can show; That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we should go! 213. C. M. Bulfinch. Help Thou Our Unbelief. 1 Father, when o'er our trembling hearts Doubt's shadows gathering brood, When faith in Thee almost departs, And gloomiest fears intrude; Forsake us not, O God of grace, But send those fears relief; Grant us again to see Thy face; Lord, help our unbelief! 2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes lie dead, And blessings, long esteemed our own, Are now forever fled; When the bright promise of our spring Is but a withered leaf, Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling; Help Thou our unbelief! 3 And when the powers of nature fail Upon the couch of pain, Nor love nor friendship can avail The spirit to detain; Then, Father, be our closing eyes Undimmed by tears of grief; And, if a trembling doubt arise, Help Thou our unbelief! 214. 7s. M. Furness. Christ Who Strengtheneth Me. 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? Who, O God, my guide shall be? Who shall lead thy child to Thee? 2 Blessed Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead. 3 Through this world, uncertain, dim, Let me ever learn of him; From his precepts wisdom draw, Make his life my solemn law. 4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die; 5 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above;-- Learn to die without a fear, Feeling Thee, my Father, near. 215. L. M. Anonymous. Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him. 1 When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, The tempter to thy soul was nigh, Or when that bitter cup was poured In thy deep garden-agony,-- 2 Not then, when uttermost thy need, Seemed light across thy soul to break; No seraph form was seen to speed, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake; 3 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won; Until the voice of faith was heard, "Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!" 4 Lord, bring those precious moments back, When fainting against sin we strain; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain. 5 In weakness, help us to contend; In darkness, yield to God our will; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still! 216. 7s. M. Montgomery. In Temptation. 1 Hasten, Lord, to my release; Haste to help me, O my God! Foes like armed bands increase;-- Turn them back the way they trod. 2 Dark temptations round me press, Evil thoughts my soul assail; Doubts and fears, in my distress, Rise, till flesh and spirit fail. 3 Thou mine only helper art, My redeemer from the grave; Strength of my desiring heart, Father! Helper! haste to save! 217. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. Spiritual Blessings. 1 Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing In store for every erring child of Thine; For this I pray,--Let me, Thy grace possessing, Seek to be guided by Thy will divine. 2 Not for earth's treasures, for her joys the dearest, Would I my supplications raise to Thee; Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest, But only that I give that heart to Thee. 3 I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever; Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin; I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor, And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win. 218. L. M. Montgomery. The Soul's Rest. 1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils, and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole; Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return, From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages, spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life. 4 God is thy rest; with heart inclined To keep His word, that word believe; Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind, His light and easy yoke receive. 219. L. M. Moravian. Seeking God. 1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows; I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose. My heart is pained; nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in Thee. 2 Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray. 3 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee; Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see. O, when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend! 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in Thee. 220. P. M. Anonymous. Lead Thou Me On! 1 Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, And lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved day's dazzling light, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years! 3 So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still 'Twill lead me on Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 221. L. M. Watts. Devout Retirement and Meditation. 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 heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; One sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey Thy voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find. 222. L. M. Moravian. Aspiration. 1 O, Draw me, Father, after Thee! So shall I run and never tire; With gracious words still comfort me; Be Thou my hope, my sole desire; Free me from every weight; nor fear Nor sin can come, if Thou art near. 2 From all eternity, with love Unchangeable Thou hast me viewed; Ere knew this beating heart to move, Thy tender mercies me pursued; Ever with me may they abide, And close me in on every side. 3 In suffering be Thy love my peace; In weakness be Thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O Father! in my latest hour, In death as life, be Thou my guide, And draw me closer to Thy side. 223. L. M. C. Wesley. Spiritual Needs. 1 I Want the spirit of power within, Of love, and of a healthful mind: Of power to conquer every sin; Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. 2 O, that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast; And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God! 224. C. M. C. Wesley. Watchfulness. 1 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility to sin, A pain to find it near. 2 I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire; To catch the wandering of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 3 From Thee that I no more may part, No more Thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give. 4 Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. 225. S. M. C. Wesley. Spiritual Wants. 1 My God, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. 2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. 4 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great name; This blessing above all, Always to pray, I want: Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint. 5 I rest upon Thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee; But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. 226. 7s. M. Montgomery. The Soul Thirsting for God. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O, when, without a fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole; Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And His countenance benign Be the saving health of thine. 227. S. M. Montgomery. Seeking Rest. 1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: 2 The world can never give The rest for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 In Thee we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,--the rest Of immortality. 228. C. M. C. Wesley. There Remaineth a Rest for the People of God. 1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone. 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 O, that I now that rest might know, Believe, and enter in; Now, Father, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, The sabbath of Thy love. 229. S. M. C. Wesley. Desire for Holiness. 1 That blessed law of Thine, Father, to me impart;-- The Spirit's law of life divine, O, write it in my heart! 2 Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove,-- The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love. 3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanctity, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to Thee. 230. C. P. M. Anonymous. Self-Renunciation. 1 O Lord! how happy should we be, If we could leave our cares to Thee, If we from self could rest, And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best. 2 For when we kneel and cast our care Upon our God in humble prayer, With strengthened souls we rise; Sure that our Father, who is nigh To hear the ravens when they cry, Will hear His children's cries. 3 O, may these trustless hearts of ours The lesson learn from birds and flowers, And learn from self to cease,-- Leave all things to our Father's will, And, on His mercy, leaning still, Find, in each trial, peace! 231. S. M. Montgomery. Forever with the Lord. 1 Forever with the Lord! So, Father, let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Thee I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high! Home of my soul, how near At times to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear! 4 I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of heaven Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower. 5 And then I feel, that He, Remembered or forgot, The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. 6 Forever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that blessed word Even here to me fulfil. 7 Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand; Help, and I must prevail. 232. L. M. Montgomery. Heaven. 1 Heaven is a state of rest from sin; But all who hope to enter there Must here that holy course begin, Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 2 Clean hearts, O God, in us create! Right spirits, Lord, in us renew! Commence we now that higher state, Now do Thy will as angels do. 3 In Jesus' footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of his love; And be from grace to glory led, From heaven below to heaven above. 233. L. M. Wesleyan. Desire for Union with God. 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: O Father! nothing may I see, And nought desire or seek, but Thee. 2 Unwearied may I this pursue, Dauntless to this high prize aspire; Each hour within my soul renew This holy flame, this heavenly fire; And day and night be all my care To guard the sacred treasure there. 3 O, that I as a little child May follow Thee, and never rest, Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild And lowly mind into my breast! Nor ever may we parted be, Till I become as one with Thee. 4 Still let Thy love point out my way; How wondrous things that love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know Thy love is near. 234. 7s. M. *Newton. For a Childlike Spirit. 1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart; Make me loving, meek, and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a little child; From distrust and envy free; Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide Calmly to Thy wisdom leave; 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows beneath his father's eyes He is never left alone; So would I with Thee abide, Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide! 235. S. M. Briggs' Coll. Walking with God. 1 Father, I will not pray Freedom from earthly ill; But may Thy peace be o'er my way With its dove-pinion still! 2 O, let a sense of Thee, Of Thy sustaining love, My bosom-guest forever be, Where'er I rest or move! 3 A heavenly light serene, With its unfading beams, Within my trusting heart be seen, More bright than childhood's dreams! 4 So let me walk with Thee, Thy presence round my way; Made by Thine aiding spirit free; Thy love, my joy and stay. 236. L. M. Miss Bremer. Thirst for Living Waters. 1 I thirst!--O, grant the waters pure Which they who drink shall thirst no more; O give me of that living stream, Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam, Forth from the presence of our God, Through fields by holy angels trod! 2 I thirst!--O bounteous Source of Truth, Give coolness to my fevered youth; Make the sick heart more strong and wise; Take spectral visions from mine eyes; O, let me quench my thirst in Thee, And pure, and strong, and holy be! 3 I thirst!--O God, great Source of Love! Infinite Life streams from above. O, give one drop, and let me live! The barren world has naught to give; No solace have its streams for me; I thirst alone for heaven and Thee. 237. P. M. Jones Very. Desires for God's Presence. 1 Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; Each blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. 2 Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. 3 Come! for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, like Thy holy dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again. 4 Yes! Thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man's spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell. 238. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Aspiration. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace! Rise, from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place! Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above! 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source; So the spirit, born of God, Pants to view His glorious face; Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 239. P. M. Sarah F. Adams. Nearer to Thee. 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be,-- Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be,-- Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 240. S. M. Mme. Guion. Living Waters. 1 The fountain in its source No drought of summer fears; The further it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. 2 But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry. 3 The cisterns I forsake, O Fount of life, for Thee! My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity. 241. L. M. *Mrs. Steele. Self-Consecration. 1 My soul no more shall strive in vain, Slave to the world, and slave to sin! A nobler toil I will sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 I will resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from His precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. 3 O, be His service all my joy! Around let my example shine, Till others love the blest employ, And join in labors so divine. 4 O, may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise. 242. L. M. Oberlin. Self-Dedication. 1 O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart; Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to Thee. 2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on Thee. 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And, wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee. 4 Renouncing every worldly thing, And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in Thee. 243. C. P. M. Jane Roscoe. Self-Consecration. 1 O God, to Thee, who first hast given To mortal frame the spark of heaven, I consecrate my powers; Thine is its hoped eternity, And Thine its earthly life shall be, Through years, and days, and hours. 2 Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned Each struggling passion of my mind, With all its hopes and fears; To bend each thought to Thy control Is the one wish that fills my soul, Through all my future years. 244. 12s. M. *Gaskell. The New Birth. 1 I am free! I am free! I have broken away, From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day; All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone, And a spirit of light is now leading me on. Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest; Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast; Happy voices are floating in music above; All creation is full of the glory of love. God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each ray Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way; From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I give Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live. 245. 8 & 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Song of the Redeemed. 1 Father, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays! Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold above; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with Thy love. 4 By Thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life thus far I've come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. 246. S. M. Bulfinch. Born Again. 1 O Lord! through Thee we own A new and heavenly birth, Kindred to spirits round Thy throne, Though sojourners of earth. 2 How glorious is the hour, When first our souls awake, Through Thy mysterious spirit's power, And of new life partake. 3 With richer beauty glows The world, before so fair; Her holy light religion throws, Reflected everywhere. 4 The life which Thou hast given, O Lord! shall never end; The grave is but the path to heaven, And death is now our friend. 247. 11s. M. Montgomery. God Our Shepherd. 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest. Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head; O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love. 248. 7s. M. Sp. of the Psalms. He Shall Give His Angels Charge over Thee. 1 They, who on the Lord rely, Safely dwell, though danger's nigh; Lo, His sheltering wings are spread O'er each faithful servant's head. 2 Vain temptation's wily snare; They shall be the Father's care; Harmless flies the shaft by day, Or in darkness wings its way. 3 When they wake, or when they sleep, Angel guards their vigils keep; Death and danger may be near Faith and love can never fear. 249. L. M. German. The Child of God. 1 None loves me, Father, with Thy love, None else can meet such needs as mine; O, grant me, as Thou shall approve, All that befits a child of Thine! From every doubt and fear release, And give me confidence and peace. 2 Give me a faith shall never fail, One that shall always work by love; And then, whatever foes assail, They shall but higher courage move More boldly for the truth to strive, And more by faith in Thee to live: 3 A heart, that, when my days are glad, May never from Thy way decline, And when the sky of life grows sad, May still submit its will to Thine,-- A heart that loves to trust in Thee, A patient heart, create in me! 250. L. M. Gaskell. Faith in God's Love. 1 O Father! humbly we repose Our souls on Thee, who dwell'st above, And bless Thee for the peace which flows From faith in Thine encircling love. 2 Though every earthly trust may break, Infinite might belongs to Thee; Though every earthly friend forsake, Unchangeable Thou still wilt be. 3 Though griefs may gather darkly round, They cannot veil us from Thy sight; Though vain all human aid be found, Thou every grief canst turn to light. 4 All things Thy wise designs fulfil, In earth beneath, and heaven above, And good breaks out from every ill, Through faith in Thine encircling love. 251. L. M. *Dyer. All Things Work for Good. 1 We all, O Father, all are Thine; All feel Thy providential care; And, through each varying scene of life, Alike Thy constant love we share. 2 And whether grief oppress the heart; Or whether joy elate the breast; Or life still keep its little course; Or death invite the heart to rest;-- 4 All are Thy messengers, and all Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey; And all are training man to dwell Nearer to heaven, and nearer Thee. 252. L. M. *Bowring. Resignation. 1 O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait Thy wise and holy will, Though wrapped in fears and mystery: I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see; Yet all is well since ruled by Thee! 2 When, mounted on Thy clouded car, Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down, I can discern Thy light afar, Thy light sweet beaming through their frown; And, should I faint a moment, then I think of Thee, and smile again. 3 So, trusting in Thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, nobler joys remain, And peace is won through conquered pain. 253. 7 & 6s. M. *C. Wesley. Trust. 1 See the Lord, thy keeper, stand, Omnipotently near; Lo! He holds thee by the hand, And banishes thy fear; Shadows with His wings thy head; Guards from all impending harms; Round thee and beneath are spread The everlasting arms. 2 God shall bless thy going out, Shall bless thy coming in; Kindly compass thee about, And guard from every sin. Lean upon thy Father's breast; He thy quiet spirit keeps; Rest in Him, securely rest; Thy Guardian never sleeps. 3 O, my soul, unceasing pray, And in thy God confide! He our faltering steps shall stay, Nor suffer us to slide: He is still our sure defence, We his ceaseless care shall prove, Kept by watchful Providence And ever-waking love. 254. S. M. Moravian. Reliance. 1 Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure trust and tender care, Who earth and heaven commands; 2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey; He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way. 3 No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care; To Him commend thy cause,--His ear Attends the softest prayer. 4 Then on the Lord rely, So safe shall thou go on; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. 255. C. M. Alford. God Our Refuge. Psalm xlvi. 1 God is our refuge and our strength, When trouble's hour is near; A very present help is He; Therefore we will not fear. 2 Although the pillars of the earth Shall clean removed be, The very mountains carried forth, And cast into the sea; 3 Although the waters rage and swell, So that the earth shall shake; Yea, and the solid mountain roots Shall with the tempest quake; 4 There is a river that makes glad The city of our God; The tabernacle's holy place Of the Most High's abode. 5 The Lord is in the midst of her, Removed she shall not be; Because the Lord our God himself Shall help her speedily. 6 The Lord our strength and refuge is, When trouble's hour is near; A very present help is He; Therefore we will not fear. 256. S. M. Moravian. Be of Good Courage. 1 Give to the winds thy fears! Hope and be undismayed! God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall the night Soon end in joyous day. 3 He everywhere hath rule, And all things serve His might; His every act pure blessing is, His path, unsullied light. 4 Thou comprehend'st Him not; Yet earth and heaven tell, God sits as sovereign on the throne; He ruleth all things well. 5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to Thee; O, lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! 6 Let us, in life or death, Boldly Thy truth declare; And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care. 257. S. M. Anonymous. Rejoice in the Lord Alway. 1 Rejoice in God alway; When earth looks heavenly bright, When joy makes glad the livelong day, And peace shuts in the night. 2 Rejoice when care and woe The fainting soul oppress; When tears at wakeful midnight flow, And morn brings heaviness. 3 Rejoice in hope and fear; Rejoice in life and death; Rejoice when threatening storms are near, And comfort languisheth. 4 When should not they rejoice, Whom Christ his brethren calls; Who hear and know his guiding voice, When on their hearts it falls? 5 So, though our path is steep, And many a tempest lowers, Shall his own peace our spirits keep, And Christ's dear love be ours. 258. S. M. *Doddridge. God Will Provide. 1 How gentle God's commands! How kind His precepts are! Come, leave your burdens to the Lord, And trust His constant care. 2 His bounty will provide; Ye shall securely dwell; The hand that bears creation up Shall guard His children well. 3 O, why should anxious thought Press down your weary mind? Come, seek your Heavenly Father's face, And peace and gladness find. 4 His goodness stands for all Unchanged from day to day; We'll drop our burden at His feet, And bear a song away. 259. C. M. Cowper. The Mysteries of God's Providence. 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His vast designs, And works His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and will break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter 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. 260. C. M. Merrick. "He Knoweth What Ye Have Need Of." 1 Author of good, we rest on Thee; Thine ever watchful eye Alone our real wants can see, Thy hand alone supply. 2 In Thine all-gracious providence Our cheerful hopes confide; O, let Thy power be our defence, Thy love our footsteps guide! 3 And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,-- 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Thy mercy still supply! The good unasked, O Father, grant; The ill, though asked, deny! 261. L. M. Collett. Reliance. 1 Through all the various shifting scene Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen, The beautiful vicissitude. 2 Thou givest with paternal care, Howe'er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, On Thine eternal will depend; And all for greater good were given, Would man pursue the appointed end. 4 Be this my care!--to all beside Indifferent let my wishes be; Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee. 262. C. M. Anonymous. Trust in the Lord. 1 When grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee, I cling, O Father, to Thy throne, And stay my heart on Thee. 2 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond, in time to come, To bind my heart to Thee. 3 Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done! My soul, from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne, And trust alone in Thee. 263. P. M. Anonymous. Thy Will Be Done. 1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home on life's rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, Thy will, my God, be done! 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, But breathe the prayer divinely taught, Thy will, my God, be done! 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh? Submissive still would I reply, Thy will, my God, be done! 4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize,--it ne'er was mine,-- I only yield Thee what is Thine; Thy will, my God, be done! 5 Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, In life or death teach me to say, Thy will, my God, be done! 6 Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away Whate'er now makes it hard to say, Thy will, my God, be done! 264. L. M. Sarah F. Adams. Thy Will Be Done! 1 He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower; Alike they're needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done! 2 Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to Thee As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done! 3 O, ne'er will I at life repine! Enough that Thou hast made it mine. When falls the shadow cold of death, I yet will sing, with parting breath,-- As comes to me or shade or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done! 265. P. M. Bowring. Thy Will Be Done! 1 Thy will be done! In devious way The hurrying stream of life may run; Yet still our grateful hearts shall say Thy will be done! 2 Thy will be done! If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, This prayer shall make it more divine:-- Thy will be done! 3 Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one, Is ours,--to breathe, while we adore, Thy will be done! 266. L. M. Mrs. Gilman. A Father's Care. 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power;-- My Father! let me turn to Thee, And set each thought of darkness free. 2 Is there a time of racking grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief; My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume. 3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul's employ;-- My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with Thee, their home. 4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, The glow of health, the dying hour, Shall own my Father's grace and power. 267. 7s. M. Heber. Consider the Lilies. 1 Lo, the lilies of the field! How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of heaven! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles trust and piety:-- Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow. 2 One there lives, whose guardian eye Guides our earthly destiny; One there lives, who, Lord of all, Keeps His children lest they fall: Pass we, then, in love and praise, Trusting Him through all our days, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,-- God provideth for the morrow. 268. 10s. M. Jones Very. The Son. 1 Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand Beneath the mingling line of night and day, A listening servant, waiting Thy command, To roll rejoicing on its silent way. 2 The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall; The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,-- Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call. 3 The bird reposes on the yielding bough, With breast unswollen by the tide of song;-- So does my spirit wait Thy presence now, To pour Thy praise in quickening life along. 269. 7s. M. Bowring. "Father! Glorify Thy Name!" 1 Father! glorify Thy name! Whatsoe'er our portion be, Wheresoever led by Thee, If to glory,--if to shame,-- Father! glorify Thy name! 2 Let Thy name be glorified! If in doubt and darkness lost, Hope deceived and purpose crost, Naught amiss can e'er betide,-- Let Thy name be glorified! 3 Father! glorify Thy name! Vain and blind our wishes are; This can be no idle prayer, This can be no worthless claim,-- Father! glorify Thy name! 270. L. M. C. Wesley. God Leads Us Right. 1 Leader of Israel's host, and Guide Of all who seek the land above, Beneath Thy shadow we abide, The cloud of Thy protecting love; Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word, Our end the glory of the Lord. 2 By Thine unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray, We shall not full direction need, Nor miss our providential way; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near. 271. 7s. M. *Cowper. The Cross. 1 'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss: Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all,-- This is happiness to me. 2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil; These spring up, and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil; Trials make our faith sublime, Trials give new life to prayer, Lift us to a holier clime, Make us strong to do and bear. 272. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Taking up the Cross. 1 Saviour! I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee; Though by all things else forsaken, Thou shall my Redeemer be. 2 Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet, how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own. 3 Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do and bear. 4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 5 Haste thee on from cross to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall lead thee there. 273. C. M. Moore. Faith. 1 The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; 2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft, through faith's serener air, To urge my course to Thee: 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings! 274. C. M. Sarah F. Adams. The Strength of Hope. 1 The world may change from old to new, From new to old again; Yet hope and heaven, forever true, Within man's heart remain. The dreams that bless the weary soul, The struggles of the strong, Are steps towards some happy goal, The story of hope's song. 2 Hope leads the child to plant the flower, The man to sow the seed; Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour,-- But prompts again to deed. And ere upon the old man's dust The grass is seen to wave, We look through falling tears, to trust Hope's sunshine on the grave. 3 O, no! it is no flattering lure, No fancy weak or fond, When hope would bid us rest secure In better life beyond. Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor sin, Her promise may gainsay; The voice divine hath spoke within, And God did ne'er betray. 275. C. M. Chr. Register. Faith Triumphant Over Sorrow. 1 Not that Thy boundless love, my God, Sheds blessing on my way, And gilds as with a heavenly beam The darkness of earth's day,-- Not now for breath of summer flowers, For smiles of sunny skies, The still, small voice of gratitude Shall to Thine ear arise. 2 I bless Thee for the ministry Of sorrow's lonely hour, When darkly o'er my stricken head I see the storm-clouds lower; Thy love can still the billows' roar, And whisper, "Peace; be still!" While faith doth on Thy promise rest, And bless the Father's will. 3 The shadow and the storm must come; O, grant that faith divine Which triumphs o'er the might of grief, And moulds man's will to Thine! In hours of deepest gloom, mine eye One blessed ray can see; A sunlit side that cloud must have, Which hides Thy face from me. 276. L. M. Jane Roscoe. The Bitter Cup. 1 Thy will be done! I will not fear The fate provided by Thy love; Though clouds and darkness shroud me here, I know that all is bright above. 2 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears; And though the hopes of earth be gone, Yet are not ours the immortal years? 3 Father! forgive the heart that clings, Thus trembling, to the things of time; And bid the soul, on angel wings, Ascend into a purer clime. 4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, No sorrows dim celestial love; But these afflictions of the dust, Like shadows of the night, remove. 5 That glorious life will well repay This life of toil and care and woe; O Father! joyful on my way, To drink Thy bitter cup, I go. 277. S. M. Doddridge. I Say unto You, Watch! 1 Ye servants of the Lord! Each in your office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame: Gird up your loins, as in His sight; For holy is His name. 3 Watch! 'tis your Lord's command; And while we speak, He's near: Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. 4 O happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. 278. P. M. Whittier. Patience. 1 Shall we grow weary in our watch, And murmur at the long delay, Impatient of our Father's time And his appointed way? 2 O, oft a deeper test of faith Than prison-cell, or martyr's stake, The self-renouncing watchfulness Of silent prayer may make. 3 We gird us bravely to rebuke Our erring brother in the wrong; And in the ear of pride and power Our warning voice is strong. 4 Easier to smite with Peter's sword Than watch one hour in humbling prayer; Life's great things, like the Syrian lord, Our hearts can do and dare: 5 But, O, we shrink from Jordan's side, From waters which alone can save; And murmur for Abana's banks And Pharpar's brighter wave. 6 O Thou, who in the garden's shade Didst wake thy weary ones again, Who slumbered at that fearful hour, Forgetful of thy pain,-- 7 Bend o'er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free, Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with thee! 279. L. M. Wotton. Independence. 1 How happy is he born or taught Who serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill; 2 Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death; Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame or private breath; 3 Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than goods to lend, And walks with man, from day to day, As with a brother and a friend! 4 This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. 280. S.M. Johns. Purity. 1 O! know ye not that ye The temple are of God? Revere the earth-built shrine, where He Should find a meet abode! 2 Immortal man, keep pure Thyself, that mystic shrine; Let hate of all that's dark endure, And love of all divine. 3 Let saintly thoughts be shown In act by saintly things; Like glories through the temple thrown, From cherub's curtained wings. 4 Let life, a holy stream, Its fountain holy show; Reflecting, with a softened gleam, Heaven's purity below. 281. S. M. Keble. The Pure in Heart. 1 Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is His abode. 2 Still to the lowly soul God doth Himself impart, And for His temple and His throne Doth choose the pure in heart. 282. 10s. M. Anonymous. "If He Giveth Quiet, Who Can Make Trouble?" 1 Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep This treasure, the All-merciful hath given; To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, Its incense round us, like a breath from heaven! 2 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart; To dwell with God, and still with man to feel; To bear about forever in the heart The gladness which His spirit doth reveal! 3 Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil minds Which like a shadow o'er creation lower; The soul which peace hath thus attunéd finds How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power. 4 What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought Of the departed; that will be a part Of those undying things His peace hath wrought Into a world of beauty in the heart. 5 What shall make trouble? Not slow-wasting pain, Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of death; These do but wear away, then break, the chain Which bound the spirit down to things beneath. 283. L. M. Jane Roscoe. Judge Not. 1 O, who shall say he knows the folds Which veil another's inmost heart,-- The hopes, thoughts, wishes, which it holds, In which he never bore a part? That hidden world no eye can see,-- O, who shall pierce its mystery? 2 There may be hope as pure, as bright, As ever sought eternity,-- There may be light,--clear, heavenly light, Where all seems cold and dark to thee; And when thy spirit mourns the dust, There may be trust,--delightful trust. 3 Go, bend to God, and leave to Him The mystery of thy brother's heart, Nor vainly think his faith is dim, Because in thine it hath no part; He, too, is mortal,--and, like thee, Would soar to immortality. 4 And if in duty's hallowed sphere, Like Christ, he meekly, humbly bends,-- With hands unstained, and conscience clear, With life's temptations still contends,-- O, leave him that unbroken rest, The peace that shrines a virtuous breast! 5 But if his thoughts and hopes should err, Still view him with a gentle eye,-- Remembering doubt, and change, and fear, Are woven in man's destiny; And when the clouds are passed away, That truth shall dawn with brightening day. 284. C. M. Miss Fletcher. Kindly Judgment. 1 Think gently of the erring one! O, let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet! Heir of the same inheritance, Child of the self-same God, He hath but stumbled in the path We have in weakness trod. 2 Speak gently to the erring ones! We yet may lead them back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned, And sinful yet may'st be; Deal gently with the erring heart, As God hath dealt with thee. 285. C. M. Anonymous. Speak Gently. 1 Speak gently,--it is better far To rule by love than fear; Speak gently,--let no harsh word mar The good we may do here. 2 Speak gently to the young,--for they Will have enough to bear; Pass through this life as best they may, 'Tis full of anxious care. 3 Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart; The sands of life are nearly run, Let them in peace depart. 4 Speak gently to the erring ones; They must have toiled in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so; O, win them back again! 5 Speak gently,--'tis a little thing, Dropped in the heart's deep well; The good, the joy, that it may bring, Eternity shall tell. 286. C. M. Jones Very. Kind Words. 1 Turn not from him who asks of thee A portion of thy store; Thou poor in worldly goods may'st be, Yet canst give what is more. 2 The balm of comfort thou canst pour Into his grieving mind, Who oft is turned from wealth's proud door, With many a word unkind. 3 Does any from the false world find Naught but reproach and scorn? Does any, stung by words unkind, Wish that he ne'er was born? 4 Do thou raise up his drooping heart, Restore his wounded mind; Though naught of wealth thou canst impart Yet still thou may'st be kind. 5 And oft again thy words shall wing Backward their course to thee, And in thy breast will prove a spring Of pure felicity. 287. C. M. Anonymous. "Neither Do I Condemn Thee." 1 O, if thy brow, serene and calm, From earthly stain is free, View not with scorn the erring one,-- He once was pure like thee. 2 O, if the smiles of love are thine, Its joyous ecstasy, Shun not the poor forsaken one,-- He once was loved like thee! 3 And still, 'mid shame, and guilt, and woe, One Being loves him still, Who, blessing thee, hath poured on him The world's extremest ill. 4 He knows the secret lure which led Those youthful steps astray; He knows that they who holiest are Might fall from Him away. 5 Then, with the love of him who said "Go thou, and sin no more," Save, save, the sinner from despair, And peace and hope restore. 288. L. M. Scott. Charitable Judgment. 1 All-seeing God! 'tis Thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow,-- To judge, from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who, among men, great Lord of all, Thy servant to his bar shall call? Judge him, for modes of faith, Thy foe, Or doom him to the realms of woe? 3 Who with another's eye can read, Or worship by another's creed? Trusting Thy grace, we form our own, And bow to Thy commands alone. 4 If wrong, correct; accept, if right; While, faithful, we improve our light, Condemning none, but zealous still To learn and follow all Thy will. 289. 9 & 4s. M. Bowring. The Spirit Giveth Life. 1 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit With which 'tis given, That on the gift confers a merit, As seen by Heaven. 2 'Tis not the prayer, however boldly It strikes the ear; It mounts in vain, it falls but coldly If not sincere. 3 'Tis not the deeds the loudest lauded That brightest shine; There's many a virtue unapplauded, And yet divine. 4 'Tis not the word that sounds the sweetest That's soonest heard; A sigh, when humbled thou retreatest, May be preferred. 5 The outward show may be delusive,-- A cheating name; The inner spirit is conclusive Of worth or shame. VII. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 290. P. M. Bulfinch. Prayer and Action. 1 O, not alone on the mount of prayer Must the Christian serve his God; But the burden of daily life must bear, And tread where his Saviour trod. 2 Yet with him through every changing scene Doth the spirit of prayer abide; When earth is lovely, and heaven serene, That spirit his course shall guide. 3 And when the storm rages, and woe and wrath Would an earth-born courage quell, He knows that his God is around his path, And ordereth all things well. 291. L. M. Drummond. Faith and Works. 1 One cup of healing oil and wine, One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. 2 In true and genuine faith we trace The source of every Christian grace; Within the pious heart it plays, A living fount of joy and praise. 3 Kind deeds of peace and love betray Where'er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there. 292. 7s. M. W. Roscoe. The Golden Rule. 1 Thus said Jesus:--"Go and do As thou wouldst be done unto:" Here thy perfect duty see, All that God requires of thee. 2 Wouldst thou, when thy faults are known, Wish that pardon should be shown? Be forgiving, then, and do As thou wouldst be done unto. 3 Shouldst thou helpless be and poor, Wouldst thou not for aid implore? Think of others, then, and be What thou wouldst they should to thee. 4 For compassion if thou call, Be compassionate to all; If thou wouldst affection find, Be affectionate and kind. 5 If thou wouldst obtain the love Of thy gracious God above, Then to all His children be What thou wouldst they should to thee. 293. C. M. Peabody. Who Is My Neighbor? 1 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; O, enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor? he who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high, sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4 Thy neighbor? 'tis the weary slave, Fettered in mind and limb; He hath no hope this side the grave; Go thou and ransom him. 5 Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery; Go, share thy lot with him. 294. C. M. R. C. Trench. The Law of Love. 2 Kings, iv. 3. 1 Pour forth the oil,--pour boldly forth; It will not fail, until Thou failest vessels to provide Which it may largely fill. 2 Make channels for the streams of love, Where they may broadly run; And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one. 3 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried. 4 For we must share, if we would keep That blessing from above; Ceasing to give, we cease to have;-- Such is the law of love. 295. C. M. Anonymous. Words and Deeds. 1 Beneath the thick but struggling clouds, We talk of Christian life; The words of Jesus on our lips, Our hearts with man at strife. 2 Traditions, forms, and selfish aims, Have dimmed the inner light; Have closely veiled the spirit-world And angels from our sight. 3 Strong souls and willing hands we need, Our temple to repair; Remove the gathering dust of years, And show the model fair. 4 We slumber while the present calls, But darkness grows with rest; Wouldst thou see truth? To action wake,-- Do the divine behest. 296. P. M. Anonymous. Heaven on Earth. 1 This world is not a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; He that hath soothed a widow's woe, Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth know There's something here of heaven. 2 And he who walks life's thorny way With feelings calm and even, Whose path is lit, from day to day, By virtue's bright and steady ray, Feels something here of heaven. 3 He that the Christian course hath run, And all his foes forgiven, Hath measured out this life's short span In love to God and love to man, On earth has tasted heaven. 297. C. H. M. Barton. Blessed Are Ye That Sow Beside All Waters. 1 O, be not faithless! with the morn Cast thou abroad thy grain! At noontide faint not thou forlorn, At evening sow again! Blessed are they, whate'er betide, Who thus all waters sow beside. 2 Thou knowest not which seed shall grow, Or which may die, or live; In faith, and hope, and patience, sow! The increase God shall give, According to His gracious will,-- As best his purpose may fulfil. 3 O, could our inward eye but view, Our hearts but feel aright, What faith, and love, and hope, can do, By their celestial might, We should not say, till these be dead, The power of miracle is fled. 298. 10s. M. Mrs. Case. Love On! 1 Love on! love on! but not the things that own The fleeting beauty of a summer day; Truth, virtue, spring from God's eternal throne, Nor quit the spirit when it leaves the clay: Love them! love them! 2 Love on! love on! though death and earthly change Bring mournful silence to a darkened home; Still let the heart rest where no eye grows strange, Where never falls a shadow from the tomb: Love there! love there! 3 Love on! love on! the voice of grief and wrong Comes from the palace and the poor man's cot; Bid the proud bend, and bid the weak be strong, And life's tired pilgrim meekly bear his lot: Give strength! give peace! 4 Love on! love on! and though the evening still Wear the stern clouds that veiled thy noonday sun, With changeless trust, with calm, unwavering will, Work! bravely work! till the last hour be done: Love God! love Man! 299. L. M. Anonymous. Not Faithless, But Believing. 1 O, still trust on, if in the heart A holy inspiration rest,-- Though painful be the chosen part, With doubts, and fears, and cares opprest! O, shrink not, brothers, though Christ's call Demand our youth, our strength, our all! 2 No offering is made in vain; Some human soul shall feel our love; E'en weary hours of toil and pain Shall help to lift our souls above: And may our recompense be given, In leading many souls to heaven! 3 And still trust on! with trembling hand, 'Tis ours a little seed to sow; It springs at the divine command,-- Shall, if God will, to ripeness grow; Beauty and fragrance it shall bring, And breathe an everlasting spring. 300. C. M. Jones Very. As Ye Sow, So Shall Ye Reap. 1 The bud will soon become a flower, The flower become a seed; Then seize, O youth, the present hour,-- Of that thou hast most need. 2 Do thy best always,--do it now,-- For in the present time, As in the furrows of a plough, Fall seeds of good or crime. 3 The sun and rain will ripen fast Each seed that thou hast sown; And every act and word at last By its own fruit be known. 4 And soon the harvest of thy toil Rejoicing thou shalt reap; Or o'er thy wild, neglected soil Go forth in shame to weep. 301. P. M. Whittier. The Purpose of Life. 1 Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises, Heard the solemn steps of Time, And the low, mysterious voices Of another clime? 2 Early hath life's mighty question Thrilled within thy heart of youth, With a deep and strong beseeching,-- What, and where, is truth? 3 Not to ease and aimless quiet Doth the inward answer tend; But to works of love and duty, As our being's end. 4 Earnest toil and strong endeavor Of a spirit which within Wrestles with familiar evil And besetting sin; 5 And without, with tireless vigor, Steady heart, and purpose strong, In the power of Truth assaileth Every form of wrong. 302. S. M. Chr. Psalmist. All Work Divine. 1 Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in anything, 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, E'en servile labors shine; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause; The meanest work divine. 303. L. M. Sterling. Divine Meaning in Humble Things. 1 Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height, And mak'st the cliffs with sunshine bright; O, grant that we may own Thy hand No less in every grain of sand! 2 With forests huge, of dateless time, Thy will has hung each peak sublime; But withered leaves beneath the tree Have tongues that tell as loud of Thee. 3 Teach us that not a leaf can grow, Till life from Thee within it flow; That not a grain of dust can be, O Fount of being! save by Thee; 4 That every human word and deed, Each flash of feeling, will, or creed, Hath solemn meaning from above, Begun and ended all in love. 304. L. M. Keble. Seeing God in All. 1 If on our daily course our mind Be set, to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. 3 O could we learn that sacrifice, What light would all around us rise! How would our hearts with wisdom talk Along life's dullest, dreariest walk! 4 The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. 305. L. M. Doddridge. Forms Vain Without the Spirit. 1 The uplifted eye and bended knee Are but vain homage, Lord, to Thee: In vain our lips Thy praise prolong, The heart a stranger to the song. 2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal, The breaches of Thy precepts heal? Or fasts and penance reconcile Thy justice, and obtain Thy smile? 3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Sincere, and to Thy will resigned, To Thee a nobler offering yields Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields. 4 Love God and man,--this great command Doth on eternal pillars stand; This did Thine ancient prophets teach, And this Thy well-beloved preach. 306. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Life's Work. 1 All around us, fair with flowers, Fields of beauty sleeping lie; All around us clarion voices Call to duty stern and high. 2 Thankfully we will rejoice in All the beauty God has given; But beware it does not win us From the work ordained of Heaven. 3 Following every voice of mercy With a trusting, loving heart; Let us in life's earnest labor Still be sure to do our part. 4 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Let us work with all our might, Lest the wretched faint and perish In the coming stormy night. 5 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,-- Lest, before to-morrow's sun, We too, mournfully departing, Shall have left our work undone. 307. C. M. Anonymous. Effort. 1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, That waits its natal hour. 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell How vast its power may be, Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently. 4 Work on, despair not; bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free. 308. 7s. M. *Bulwer. The Minister of Love. 1 O'er the mount and through the moor Glide the Christian's steps secure; Day and night, no fear he knows; Lonely, but with God, he goes: For the coat of mail, bedight In his spotless robe of white; For the sinful sword, his hand Bearing high the olive-wand. 2 Through the camp, and through the court, Through the dark and deadly fort, On the mission of the dove, Speeds the minister of love; By his word the wildest tames, And the world to God reclaims; War, and wrath, and famine cease, Hushed around his path of peace. 309. C. M. M. B. Lamar. The Christian Reformer. 1 Nay, tell us not of dangers dire That lie in duty's path; A warrior of the cross can feel No fear of human wrath. 2 Where'er the Prince of Darkness holds His earthly reign abhorred, Sword of the spirit, thee we draw, And battle for the Lord. 3 We go! we go, to break the chains That bind the erring mind, And give the freedom that we feel To all of human kind. 4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, And seek no gory field; Our weapon is the word of God, His promise is our shield. 5 And still serene and fixed in faith, We fear no earthly harm; We know it is our Father's work, We rest upon His arm. 310. 8 & 7s. M. Longfellow. Psalm of Life. 1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream; For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. 2 Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. 3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end and way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us further than to-day. 4 Lives of true men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; 5 Footprints which perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. 6 Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. 311. C. M. *Watts. The Soldier of the Cross. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, And pledged to bear its shame? And shall I fear to own Christ's cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Shall sloth and faintness win Thy peace, O Thou, the martyr's God? 4 The fearless heart Thou wilt sustain; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word. 5 The saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When Thy illustrious day shall rise, And all Thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine. 312. L. M. Gaskell. Press On! 1 Press on, press on! ye sons of light, Untiring in your holy fight, Still treading each temptation down, And battling for a brighter crown. 2 Press on, press on! through toil and woe, With calm resolve, to triumph go, And make each dark and threatening ill Yield but a higher glory still. 3 Press on, press on! still look in faith To him who vanquished sin and death; Then shall ye hear God's word, "Well done!" True to the last, press on, press on! 313. 8 & 7s. M. * The Conflict of Life. 1 Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee,--press thou on! 2 Listen, Christian, their Hosanna Rolleth o'er thee,--"God is Love." Write upon thy red-cross banner, "Upward ever,--heaven's above." 3 By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother! Jesus trod it,--press thou on! 4 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shall deliver; O, for their sake, press thou on! 5 Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, O, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release; 6 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather, That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus,--"Father, Not my will, but Thine, be done!" 314. 7s. M. Gaskell. Sleep Not As Do Others. 1 Sleep not, soldier of the cross! Foes are lurking all around; Look not here to find repose, This is but thy battle-ground. 2 Up! and take thy shield and sword; Up! it is the call of Heaven; Shrink not faithless from thy Lord, Nobly strive as he hath striven. 3 Break through all the force of ill; Tread the might of passion down; Struggle onward, upward still, To the conquering Saviour's crown! 315. C. M. Doddridge. Forgetting the Things Behind. 1 Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye;-- 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. 316. C. M. Anonymous. The Whole Armor of the Lord. 1 O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way! And to thine armor cling; With girded loins the call obey That love and mercy bring! 2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run, A crown of glory to be sought, A victory to be won. 3 O, faint not, Christian! for thy sighs Are heard before God's throne; The race must come before the prize, The cross before the crown. 317. P. M. Staughton. Onward and Upward. 1 Breast the wave, Christian! when it is strongest; Watch for day, Christian! when the night's longest; Onward and onward still be thine endeavor; The rest that remaineth will be forever. 2 Fight the fight, Christian! Jesus is o'er thee; Run the race, Christian! heaven is before thee; He who hath promised faltereth never; The love of eternity flows on forever. 3 Lift the eye, Christian! just as it closeth; Raise the heart, Christian! ere it reposeth; Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall sever; Mount when the work is done,--praise God forever! 318. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Christian Warfare. 1 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. 2 Here giant danger threatening stands, Mustering his pale, terrific bands; There, pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captives led. 3 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 5 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumphed here; Why should his faithful followers fear? 319. 7s. M. Bulfinch. Struggle. 1 There's a strife we all must wage, From life's entrance to its close; Blest the bold who dare engage! Woe for him who seeks repose! 2 Honored they who firmly stand, While the conflict presses round; God's own banner in their hand, In his service faithful found. 3 What our foes? Each thought impure Passions fierce, that tear the soul; Every ill that we can cure; Every crime we can control; 4 Every suffering which our hand Can with soothing care assuage; Every evil of our land; Every error of our age. 5 On, then, to the glorious field! He who dies his life shall save; God himself shall be our shield, He shall bless and crown the brave. 320. 8 & 7s. M. Miss Bremer. Suffering and Action. 1 Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous! Body fall, but soul have peace! Welcome, pain! thou searcher rigorous! Slay me, but my faith increase. 2 Sin, o'er sense so softly stealing; Doubt, that would my strength impair; Hence at once from life and feeling!-- Now my cross I gladly bear. 3 Up, my soul! with clear sedateness Read heaven's law, writ bright and broad, Up! a sacrifice to greatness, Truth, and goodness,--up to God! 4 Up to labor! from thee shaking Off the bonds of sloth, be brave! Give thyself to prayer and waking; Toil some fainting heart to save! 321. L. M. Roscoe. The Pilgrim. 1 Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, Go, conscious of thy heavenly birth, And, 'midst the storms that round thee rise, Retrace thy journey to the skies. 2 What though the wild winds rage around? Thou wilt not tremble at the sound; What though the waters o'er thee roll? They touch not thine immortal soul. 3 See where, arrayed on either hand, The direful train of passions stand; See hatred, envy, bar thy way, And foes more subtle still than they. 4 But, robed in innocence and truth, From all temptation guard thy youth; And from thy vestment's sacred bound Shake the dread fiends that cling around. 5 Go with pure heart and steadfast eyes, Strive on till that bright morn shall rise That gives thee to thy blest abode, To rest forever with thy God. 322. L. M. Norton. Fellowship of His Sufferings. 1 Faint not, poor traveller, though the way Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod; Though cold and stormy lower the day, This path of suffering leads to God. 2 Nay, sink not, though from every limb Are starting drops of toil and pain; Thou dost but share the lot of Him With whom his followers are to reign. 3 Christian! thy friend, thy master, prayed, While dread and anguish shook his frame, Then met his sufferings undismayed; Wilt thou not strive to do the same? 4 O, thinkest thou his Father's love Shone round him then with fainter rays Than now, when, throned all height above, Unceasing voices hymn his praise? 5 Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; Then, rising as thy Saviour rose, Go, his eternal victory share. 323. L. M. Newton. Trust in God. 1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares, They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict His gracious word. 2 Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if He provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide? 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And He refuse to hear thy call? And has He not His promise past, That thou shalt overcome at last? 4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to His endless praise. 324. 7s. M. Gaskell. Refuge in God. 1 We would leave, O God, to Thee, Every anxious care and fear; Thou the troubled thought canst see, Thou canst dry the bitter tear. 2 Thou dost care for us, we know,-- Care with all a Father's love; Thou canst make each earthly woe Work to higher bliss above. 3 On this faith we fain would rest; Strengthen Thou its blessed power! Steadfast keep it in our breast, Through each dark and trying hour. 325. L. M. Morpeth. The Use of Tears. 1 How little of ourselves we know, Before a grief the heart has felt! The lessons that we learn of woe Make strong the soul, as well as melt. 2 The energies too stern for mirth, The reach of thought, the strength of will, 'Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, Though blight and blast their course fulfil. 3 And yet 'tis when it mourns and fears, The laden spirit feels forgiven; And through the mist of falling tears We catch the clearest glimpse of heaven. 326. L. M. Bryant. Blessed Are They That Mourn. 1 Deem not that they are blest alone Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God who loves our race has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that now o'erflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years. 3 O, there are days of hope and rest For every dark and troubled night! And grief may bide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with morning light. 4 And ye, who o'er a friend's low bier Now shed the bitter drops like rain, Know that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to your arms again. 327. L. M. Norton. My God, I Thank Thee! 1 My God, I thank Thee! may no thought E'er deem Thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know; But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ; Thy purposes of love fulfil; And, 'mid the wreck of human joy, Let kneeling faith adore Thy will. 328. L. M. Doddridge. Weeping Seedtime; Joyful Harvest. 1 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, But nature pours forth all her tears. 2 Yet let the sons of God revive; He bids the soul that seeks Him live, And from the gloomiest shade of night Calls forth a morning of delight. 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown; See the green blades, how thick they rise, And with fresh verdure bless our eyes! 4 In secret foldings they contain Unnumbered ears of golden grain; And heaven shall pour its beams around, Till the ripe harvest load the ground. 5 Then shall the trembling mourner come, And bind his sheaves, and bear them home, The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring. 329. L. M. N. Y. Coll. Affliction, God's Angel. 1 Affliction's faded form draws nigh, With wrinkled brow and downcast eye; With sackcloth on her bosom spread, And ashes scattered o'er her head. 2 But deem her not a child of earth; From heaven she draws her sacred birth; Beside the throne of God she stands To execute his kind commands. 3 The messenger of love, she flies To train us for our sphere, the skies; And onward as we move, the way Becomes more smooth, more bright the day. 4 Her weeds to robes of glory turn, Her looks with kindling radiance burn; And from her lips these accents steal,-- "God smites to bless, he wounds to heal!" 330. 10s. M. *Mrs. Howitt. In Affliction. 1 Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me! I sit in darkness and behold no light; Over my soul the waves of agony Have gone, and left me in a rayless night. 2 A bruised and broken reed sustain! sustain! Divinest Comforter, to Thee I fly, To whom no soul hath ever fled in vain; Support me with thy love, or else I die. 3 Father, what'er I had, it all was thine; A God of mercy Thou hast ever been; O, help me what I most loved to resign, And if I murmur, count it not for sin. 4 My soul is strengthened now, and it shall bear All that remains, whatever it may be; And from the very depths of my despair I will look up, O God, and trust in Thee! 331. C. M. *Barton. At Evening There Shall Be Light. 1 Our pathway oft is wet with tears, Our sky with clouds o'ercast, And worldly cares and worldly fears Go with us to the last;-- Not to the last! God's word hath said, Could we but read aright: O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head, At eve it shall be light! 2 Though earth-born shadows now may shroud Our toilsome path a while, God's blessed word can part each cloud, And bid the sunshine smile. If we but trust in living faith, His love and power divine, Then, though our sun may set in death, His light shall round us shine. 3 When tempest-clouds are dark on high, His bow of love and peace Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky, Token that storms shall cease. Then keep we on, with hope unchilled, By faith and not by sight, And we shall own his word fulfilled,-- "At eve it shall be light." 332. C. M. Anonymous. God's Way is on the Deep. 1 Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! E'en there we'll go with Thee; We'll meet the tempest at Thy word, And walk upon the sea. 2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Why do we doubt Him so? Who gives the storms a path will find The way our feet shall go. 3 A moment may His hand seem lost, Drear moment of delay;-- We cry, "Lord, help the tempest-tost!" And safe we're borne away. 4 O happy soul, of faith divine! Thy victory how sure! The love that kindles joy is thine, The patience to endure. 333. H. M. Mrs. Miles. In Affliction. 1 Thou, infinite in love! Guide this bewildered mind, Which, like the trembling dove, No resting-place can find On the wild waters,--God of light, Through the thick darkness lead me right! 2 Bid the fierce conflict cease, And fear and anguish fly; Let there again be peace, As in the days gone by: In Jesus' name I cry to Thee, Remembering Gethsemane. 3 Fain would earth's true and dear Save me in this dark hour; And art not Thou more near? Art Thou not love and power? Vain is the help of man,--but Thou Canst send deliverance even now. 4 Though through the future's shade Pale phantoms I descry, Let me not shrink dismayed, But ever feel Thee nigh; There may be grief, and pain, and care But, O my Father! Thou art there. 334. C. M. Anonymous. Resignation. 1 In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All gracious Lord! whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to Thee. 335. 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams. Dews and Tears. 1 Gently fall the dews of eve, Raising still the languid flowers; Sweetly flow the tears that grieve O'er a mourner's stricken hours. 2 Blessed dews and tears that yet Lift us nearer unto heaven! Let us still His praise repeat, Who in mercy all hath given. 336. 10s. M. Anonymous. The Strength of the Lonely. 1 Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He Who marks the sparrow fall is guarding thee; And not a star shines o'er thy head by night, But He hath known that it will reach thy sight. 2 And not a grief can darken or surprise, Swell in thy heart, or dim with tears thine eyes, But it is sent in mercy and in love, To bid thy helplessness seek strength above. 337. L. M. Jane Roscoe. Light in Darkness. 1 My Father, when around me spread I see the shadows of the tomb, When life's bright visions droop and fade, And darkness veils the days to come,-- 2 O, in that anguished hour I turn With a still trusting heart to Thee, And holy thoughts arise and burn Amid that cold, sad destiny! 3 They fill my soul with heavenly light, While all around is pain and woe; And strengthened by them, in Thy sight, Father, to drink Thy cup I go. 338. C. M. Anonymous. Consolation. 1 Let me not wander comfortless, My Father, far from Thee; But still beneath Thy guardian wing In holy quiet be. 2 The storms of grief, the tears of woe, Soothed by Thy love, shall cease; And all the trembling spirit breathe A deep, unbroken peace. 3 The power of prayer shall o'er me shed A deep, celestial calm; More soft than evening's twilight dews, My soul shall feel its balm. 4 For there Thy still, small voice shall speak Thy great, Thy boundless love; And tears and smiles, and grief and joy, Shall lift my soul above. 339. S. M. Anonymous. The Meaning of Sorrow. 1 We love this outward world, Its fair sky overhead,-- Its morning's soft, gray mist unfurled, Its sunsets rich and red. 2 But there's a world within That higher glory hath; A life the immortal soul must win,-- The life of joy and faith. 3 For this the Father's love Doth shade the world of sense, The bounding play of health remove, And dim the sparkling glance; 4 That, though the earth grows dull And earthly pleasures few, The spirit gain its wisdom full To suffer and to do. 5 Holy its world within, Unknown to sound or sight,-- The world of victory o'er sin, Of faith, and love, and light. 340. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. The Mourner. 1 Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation Let thy Redeemer still remembered be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 2 Cold though the world be, in the way before thee Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb; God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er thee, Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom. 3 Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow Night only known beneath the sky of time, Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime. 4 Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation; Firm and confiding should thy spirit be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 341. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. For Strength. 1 Father! who in the olive shade, When the dark hour came on, Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid, Strengthen thy Son; 2 O, in the anguish of our night, Send us down blest relief; And to the chastened, let Thy might Hallow the grief! 3 And thou, that, when the starry sky Saw the dread strife begun, Didst teach adoring faith to cry, "Thy will be done!"-- 4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all That e'er have mourned the chief, Our Saviour! when the stroke doth fall, Hallow our grief! 342. 11 & 4s. M. Whittier. The Angels of Grief. 1 With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb. 2 Yet would we say, what every heart approveth,-- Our Father's will, Calling to Him the dear ones whom he loveth, Is mercy still. 3 Not upon us or ours the solemn angel Hath evil wrought; The funeral anthem is a glad evangel; The good die not! 4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly What He has given; They live on earth in thought and deed, as truly As in His heaven. 343. C. M. Wilson. Angels. 1 O, not when the death-prayer is said, The life of life departs; The body in the grave is laid, Its beauty in our hearts. 2 At holy midnight, voices sweet, Like fragrance, fill the room; And happy ghosts, with noiseless feet, Come brightening through the gloom. 3 We know who sends the visions bright, From whose dear side they came; We veil our eyes before Thy light, We bless our Father's name! 4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, Thy hand may soon destroy; We think of Thee, and feel in death A deep and holy joy. 5 Dim is the light of vanished years In glory yet to come; O idle grief, O foolish tears, When Jesus calls us home! 344. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. The Cry of the Afflicted. 1 Lowly and solemn be Thy children's cry to Thee, Father divine! A hymn of suppliant breath, Owning that life and death Alike are Thine. 2 O Father, in that hour When earth all helping power Shall disavow; When spear, and shield, and crown, In faintness are cast down, Sustain us Thou! 3 By him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us, O God! 4 And now beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine! Hear, hear our suppliant breath; Keep us, in life and death, Thine, only Thine! 345. 12 & 11s. M. Gaskell. Life in Death. 1 Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken The truths which have pierced through the spirit's sad gloom; Whose love with the light of its presence hath broken The darkness which hung o'er the desolate tomb. 2 What now shall affright us? A Father almighty Keeps watch round our footsteps wherever we go; His mercy is sleepless,--His wisdom unfailing,-- He knoweth each want and regardeth each woe. 3 Where now is death's terror? he comes as an angel To carry the spirit away to its rest; The gloom which he weareth is lost in the message He brings from the Being who loveth us best. 4 May we live ever true to the hopes He hath given, While they shed o'er our path a still holier light; Ever making us nearer and nearer to heaven, More pure our affections, our spirits more bright. 346. L. M. Norton. O, Stay Thy Tears! 1 O, stay thy tears! for they are blest Whose days are past, whose toil is done; Here midnight care disturbs our rest, Here sorrow dims the morning sun. 2 For laboring virtue's anxious toil, For patient sorrow's stifled sigh, For faith that marks the conqueror's spoil, Heaven grants the recompense,--to die. 3 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight, Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears, Whose course is short, unclouded, bright! 4 O, cheerless were our lengthened way, But heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day, And sheds a glory round the tomb! 5 Then stay thy tears,--the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, Sung a new song of joy and love; Then why should anguish reign on earth? 347. L. M. Sarah F. Adams. The Angel at the Tomb. 1 The mourners came, at break of day, Unto the garden sepulchre, With saddened hearts to weep and pray For him, the loved one, buried there. What radiant light dispels the gloom? An angel sits beside the tomb. 2 The earth doth mourn her treasures lost, All sepulchred beneath the snow, When wintry winds and chilling frost Have laid her summer glories low; The spring returns, the flow'rets bloom,-- An angel sits beside the tomb. 3 Then mourn we not beloved dead, E'en while we come to weep and pray; The happy spirit hath but fled To brighter realms of heavenly day; Immortal hope dispels the gloom;-- An angel sits beside the tomb. 348. 7 & 5s. M. Bowring. Blessed Are the Dead. 1 Blessed, blessed are the dead In the Lord who die; Radiant is the path they tread Upward to the sky. 2 All their deeds of virtue done, Deeds of peace and love, Now are stars of glory strewn, Lighting them above. 349. S. M. Bowring. O Death, Where Is Thy Sting? 1 Where is thy sting, O death? Grave! where thy victory? The clod may sleep in dust beneath, The spirit will be free! 2 Both man and time have power O'er suffering, dying men; But death arrives, and in that hour The soul is freed again. 3 Then, death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, grave? O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring To Him who loves to save. 350. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. His End is Peace. 1 How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a trusting soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While guardian angels gently say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" 351. S. M. *Mrs. Howitt. He is Risen. 1 O spirit, freed from earth, Rejoice, thy work is done! The weary world's beneath thy feet, Thou brighter than the sun! 2 Arise, put on the robes That the redeemed win; Now sorrow hath no part in thee, Thou sanctified within! 3 Awake, and breathe the air Of the celestial clime! Awake to love which knows no change, Thou who hast done with time! 4 Awake, lift up thine eyes! See, all heaven's host appears! And be thou glad exceedingly,-- Thou, who hast done with tears. 5 Ascend! thou art not now With those of mortal birth; The living God hath touched thy lips, Thou who hast done with earth! 352. S. M. Gaskell. No More! 1 "No more, on earth no more, Shall beam for us that eye; Closed in a strange forgetfulness Forever it must lie. 2 "No more, on earth no more, Shall we behold that face; Within the mournful halls of death Must be its dwelling-place. 3 "No more, on earth no more, Shall those dear lips be heard; Cold silence there hath fixed its seal, Breathed is their latest word." 4 'Tis so fond Nature mourns Affection's broken ties; But Faith stands forth, she points on high, Serenely she replies:-- 5 "No more, in heaven no more, That eye is dim with tears; But bright, and brighter still, the scene Before its view appears. 6 "No more, in heaven no more, That face a shadow bears; But looks of light, born of a bliss Unknown to earth, it wears. 7 "No more, in heaven no more, That voice is faint with pain; It mingles with angelic bands, In their enraptured strain. 8 "No more, in heaven no more, The parting grief is known; But love has all eternity To look through as its own." 353. C. M. Barton. The Dead. 1 The dead are like the stars by day, Withdrawn from mortal eye, Yet holding unperceived their way Through the unclouded sky. 2 By them, through holy hope and love, We feel, in hours serene, Connected with a world above, Immortal and unseen. 8 For death his sacred seal hath set On bright and bygone hours; And they we mourn are with us yet, Are more than ever ours;-- 4 Ours, by the pledge of love and faith, By hopes of heaven on high; By trust, triumphant over death, In immortality. 354. P. M. Anonymous. The Departed. 1 The spirits of the loved and the departed Are with us, and they tell us of the sky, A rest for the bereaved and broken-hearted, A house not made with hands, a home on high; Holy monitions,--a mysterious breath,-- A whisper from the marble halls of death. 2 They have gone from us, and the grave is strong, Yet in night's silent watches they are near; Their voices linger round us, as the song Of the sweet bird that lingers on the ear, When, floating upward in the flush of even, Its form is lost from earth and swallowed up in heaven. 355. 11s. M. Anonymous. Are They Not All Ministering Spirits? 1 How dear is the thought, that the angels of God May bow their bright wings to the world they once trod; Will leave the sweet songs of the mansions above, To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love! 2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come, Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home; Some sinner to save from his darkened abode, And lay him to rest in the arms of his God. 3 They come when we wander, they come when we pray, In mercy to guard us wherever we stray; A glorious cloud, their bright witness is given; Encircling us here are these angels of heaven. 356. C. M. *J. H. Perkins. Spiritual Presence. 1 It is a faith sublime and sure, That ever round our head Are hovering, on noiseless wing, The spirits of the dead. 2 It is a faith sublime and sure, When ended our career, That it will be our ministry To watch o'er others here; 3 To bid the mourners cease to mourn, The trembling be forgiven, To bear away from ills of clay The deathless soul to heaven. 357. C. M. Jane Taylor. The Unseen World. 1 There is a state unknown, unseen, Where parted souls must be; And but a step doth lie between That world of souls and me. 2 I see no light, I hear no sound, When midnight shades are spread; Yet angels pitch their tents around, And guard my quiet bed. 3 The things unseen, O God, reveal; My spirit's vision clear, Till I shall feel, and see, and know, That those I love are near. 4 Impart the faith that soars on high, Beyond this earthly strife; That holds sweet converse with the sky, And lives eternal life. 358. P. M. Anonymous. Ministering Angels. 1 Brother, the angels say, Peace to thy heart! We, too, O brother, have Been as thou art,-- Hope-lifted, doubt-depressed, Seeing in part, Tried, troubled, tempted, Sustained, as thou art. 2 Brother, they softly say, Be our thoughts one; Bend thou with us and pray, "Thy will be done!" Our God is thy God; He willeth the best; Trust Him as we trusted-- Rest as we rest! 3 Ye, too, they gently say, Shall angels be; Ye, too, O brothers, From earth shall be free: Yet in earth's loved ones Ye still shall have part, Bearing God's strength and love To the torn heart. 4 Thus when the spirit, tried Tempted and worn, Finding no earthly aid, Heavenward doth turn,-- Come these sweet angel-tones, Falling like balm, And on the troubled heart Steals a deep calm. 359. C. M. Mrs. Miles. Foretaste of Heaven. 1 When, on devotion's seraph wing, The spirit soars above, And feels Thy presence, Father, Friend, God of eternal love! The joys of earth, how swift they fade Before that living ray, Which gives to the rapt soul a glimpse Of pure and perfect day! 2 A gleam of Heaven's own light, though now Its brightness scarce appears Through the pale shadows that are spread Around our earthly years; But Thine unclouded smile, O God! Fills that all-glorious place, Where we shall know as we are known, And see Thee, face to face. 360. S. M. Briggs' Coll. The Angels' Call. 1 Come to the land of peace! From shadows come away; Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway! 2 Fear hath no dwelling here; But pure repose and love Breathe through the bright, celestial air The spirit of the dove. 3 Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land; For here thy soul shall find its rest, Amidst the shining band. 4 In this divine abode Change leaves no saddening trace; Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, Thy holy resting-place! 361. C. M. Briggs' Coll. A Vision of Heaven. 1 O, heaven is where no secret dread May haunt us by its power; Where from the past no gloom is shed Upon the present hour. 2 And there the living waters flow Along the radiant shore; The soul, now wandering here, shall know Its burning thirst no more. 3 The burden of the stranger's heart, Which here unknown we bear, Like the night-shadow shall depart With our first wakening there. 4 And, borne on eagle's wings afar, Free thought shall claim its dower, From every sphere, from every star, Of glory and of power. VIII. VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 362. P. M. Sterling. A Hymn of Morning. 1 Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold, Thou liftest reverently on high More incense fine than earth can hold, To fill the sky. 2 Where'er the vision's boundaries glance, Existence swells with living power, And all the illumined earth's expanse Inhales the hour. 3 In man, O morn! a loftier good, With conscious blessing, fills the soul,-- A life by reason understood, Which metes the whole. 4 To thousand tasks of fruitful hope, With skill against his toil, he bends, And finds his work's determined scope Where'er he wends. 5 From earth and earthly toil and strife To deathless aims his soul may rise, Each dawn may wake to better life, With purer eyes. 6 Such grace from Thee, O God, be ours, Renewed with every morning's ray, And freshening still with added flowers Each future day. 7 To man is given one primal star; One dayspring's beam has dawned below; From Thine our inmost glories are, With Thine we glow. 8 Like earth awake and warm and bright, With joy the spirit moves and burns; So up to Thee, O Fount of Light, Our light returns. 363. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Morning Hymn. 1 Now the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light is come: Lord, may we be Thine to-day; Drive the shades of sin away. 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In Thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand, and watch, and pray. 3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin. 364. 7s. M. Furness. Morning Hymn. 1 In the morning I will pray For God's blessing on the day; What this day shall be my lot, Light or darkness, know I not. 2 Should it be with clouds o'ercast, Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast, Thou, who givest light divine, Shine within me, Lord, O, shine! 3 Show me, if I tempted be, How to find all strength in Thee, And a perfect triumph win Over every bosom sin. 4 Keep my feet from secret snares, Keep mine eyes, O God, from tears! Every step Thy love attend, And my soul from death defend! 365. C. M. St. Ambrose. Morning Hymn. 1 Now that the sun is beaming bright, Implore we, bending low, That He, the uncreated Light, May guide us as we go. 2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove, But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love. 3 And while the hours in order flow, Securely keep, O God, Our hearts, beleaguered by the foe That tempts our every road. 4 And grant that to Thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend; That we begin it at Thy word, And in Thy favor end. 366. L. M. Pierpont. Morning Hymn for a Child. 1 O God! I thank Thee that the night In peace and rest hath passed away, And that I see in this fair light My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be Thou my guide, and let me live As under Thine all-seeing eye; Supply my wants, my sins forgive, And make me happy when I die. 367. P. M. Heber. Evening Aspiration. God that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light! Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night! May Thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night! 368. 7s. M. St. Gregory. Evening Hymn. 1 Source of light and life divine! Thou didst cause the light to shine; Thou didst bring Thy sunbeams forth O'er Thy new-created earth. 2 Shade of night and morning ray Took from Thee the name of day: Now again the shades are nigh, Listen to Thy children's cry! 3 May we ne'er, by guilt depressed, Lose the way to endless rest; May no thoughts, corrupt and vain, Draw our souls to earth again. 4 Rather help them still to rise Where our dearest treasure lies; Help us in our daily strife, Make us struggle into life! 369. L. M. *Wordsworth. Sunset Hymn. 1 Up to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And He accepts the reverent hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. 2 Look up to heaven! the obedient sun Already through his course hath run; He cannot halt or go astray, But our immortal spirits may. 3 Lord, since his rising in the east, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course. 4 Help with Thy grace, through all life's day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink into our rest. 370. P. M. Anonymous. Vespers. 1 Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining; Father in heaven! the day is declining; Safety and innocence flee with the light, Temptation and danger walk forth with the night; From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield us from danger and keep us from crime! Father! have mercy, through Jesus Christ our Lord! Amen! 2 Father in heaven! O, hear, when we call, Through Jesus Christ, who is Saviour of all! Fainting and feeble, we trust in Thy might; In doubting and darkness Thy love be our light! Let us sleep on Thy breast while the night taper burns, And wake in Thy arms when the morning returns. Father! have mercy, through Jesus Christ our Lord! Amen! 371. 7s. M. *Furness. The Light of Stars. 1 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; O, how still Is the working of His will! 2 Mighty spirit, ever nigh! Work in me as silently; Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights. 3 Living stars to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought; High and infinite desires, Flaming like those upper fires! 4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right, Let them break upon my sight; Let them shine serene and still, And with light my being fill. 372. L. M. Pierpont. Evening Hymn for a Child. 1 Another day its course hath run, And still, O God! Thy child is blest; For Thou hast been by day my sun, And Thou wilt be by night my rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, mine eyes to close; And now, while all the world is still, I give my body to repose, My spirit to my Father's will. 373. L. M. Doddridge. The Eternal Sabbath. 1 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from Thy churches rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With earnest hope and strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! Fain would we leave this weary road, And pass through death, to rest with God. 374. C. M. Christian Hymns. Sabbath Morning. 1 How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn! How pure the air that breathes! How soft the sounds upon it borne! How light its vapor wreathes! 2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer, For peace and joy and love, Were answered by the very air That wafts its strain above. 3 Let each unholy passion cease, Each evil thought be crushed, And every care that mars our peace In Faith and Love be hushed. 375. L. M. *Montgomery. Sabbath Evening. 1 Within Thy courts have millions met, Millions this day before Thee bowed; Their faces heavenward were set, Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed. 2 Still as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, and deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep. 3 From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretched her shade The stars came forth to hear their songs. 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. 5 The poor in spirit Thou hast fed, The feeble soul hath strengthened been. The mourner Thou hast comforted, The pure in heart their God have seen. 6 And Thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And all their prayers have reached Thy throne, In soul and truth who worshipped Thee. 376. C. M. * Baptism. 1 When from the Jordan's gleaming wave Came forth the Sinless One, A voice athwart the heavens flashed, "Lo! my beloved son!" 2 The Baptist, gazing on his face, With the soul's radiance bright, Beheld upon his sacred head A snow-white dove alight. 3 Now with baptismal waters touched, Thy children, Father, see! While heart and soul, and mind and strength, They consecrate to Thee. 4 Send down on them Thy holy dove, Thy spirit undefiled; Be each in purity and faith Thy well-beloved child! 5 O help them in the wilderness To conquer doubt and sin; To see above them still Thy Peace, And hear Thy voice within! 377. L. M. W. Boston Coll. Baptism of a Child. 1 This child we dedicate to Thee, O God of grace and purity! Shield it from sin and threatening wrong, And let Thy love its life prolong. 2 O, may Thy spirit gently draw Its willing soul to keep Thy law; May virtue, piety, and truth, Dawn even with its dawning youth! 3 We, too, before Thy gracious sight, Once shared the blest baptismal rite, And would renew its solemn vow, With love, and thanks, and praises, now. 4 Grant that, with true and faithful heart, We still may act the Christian's part, Cheered by each promise Thou hast given, And laboring for the prize in heaven. 378. S. M. Disciples' H. B. Baptism of a Child. 1 To Thee, O God in heaven, This little one we bring, Giving to Thee what Thou hast given, Our dearest offering. 2 Into a world of toil These little feet will roam, Where sin its purity may soil, Where care and grief may come. 3 O, then, let Thy pure love, With influence serene, Come down, like water, from above, To comfort and make clean! 379. S. M. Disciples' H. B. Baptism of Children. 1 To Him who children blest, And suffered them to come, To Him who took them to his breast, We bring these children home. 2 To Thee, O God, whose face Their spirits still behold, We bring them, praying that Thy grace May keep, Thine arms enfold. 3 And as this water falls On each unconscious brow, Thy holy spirit grant, O Lord, To keep them pure as now! 380. C. M. Gaskell. Marriage Hymn. 1 We join to pray, with wishes kind, A blessing, Lord, from Thee, On those who now the bands have twined, Which ne'er may broken be. 2 We know that scenes not always bright Must unto them be given; But let there shine o'er all the light Of love, and truth, and heaven. 3 Still hand in hand, their journey through, Meek pilgrims may they go; Mingling their joys as helpers true, And sharing every woe. 4 In faith, and trust, and heart, the same, The same their home above; May each in each still feed the flame Of pure and holy love. 381. 7s. M. Anonymous. Marriage Hymn. 1 Father, in Thy presence now Has been pledged the nuptial vow; Heart to heart, as hand in hand, Linked in one Thy children stand. 2 God of love! this union bless, Not with earth's low happiness; But with joys whose heavenly spring Shall diviner raptures bring. 3 May these blended souls be found Firm in duty's active round; Daily every burden share, Nightly seek Thy shadowing care. 4 When against their trembling forms Shoot the arrows of life's storms; Or when age and sickness wait Heralds at life's parting gate;-- 5 In the fulness of belief, May they look beyond the grief; And together fearless tread In the path where Thou shall lead. 382. L. M. Norton. Dedication of a Church. 1 Where ancient forests widely spread, Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall; On the lone mountain's silent head, There are Thy temples, God of all! 2 The tombs Thine altars are; for there, When earthly loves and hopes have fled, To Thee ascends the spirit's prayer, Thou God of the immortal dead! 3 All space is holy, for all space Is filled by Thee;--but human thought Burns clearer in some chosen place, Where Thine own words of love are taught. 4 Here be they taught; and may we know That faith Thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears, through weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold. 5 Nor we alone; may those whose brow Shows yet no trace of human cares Hereafter stand where we do now, And raise to Thee still holier prayers. 383. C. M. Bryant. Dedication Hymns. 1 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands Built over earth and sea, Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship Thee! 2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth, without end, Serenely by Thy side! 3 May erring minds that worship here Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies. 384. C. M. * Ordination Hymn. 1 O God! Thy children, gathered here, Thy blessing now we wait; Thy servant, girded for his work, Stands at the temple's gate. 2 A holy purpose in his heart Has deepened calm and still; Now from his childhood's Nazareth He comes, to do Thy will. 3 O Father! keep his soul alive To every hope of good; And may his life of love proclaim Man's truest brotherhood! 4 O Father! keep his spirit quick To every form of wrong; And in the ear of sin and self May his rebuke be strong! 5 And as he doth Christ's footsteps press, If e'er his faith grow dim, Then, in the dreary wilderness, Thine angels strengthen him! 6 And give him in Thy holy work Patience to wait Thy time, And, toiling still with man, to breathe The soul's serener clime. 7 O grant him many hearts to lead Into Thy perfect rest; Bless Thou him, Father, and his flock: Bless! and they shall be blest! 385. C. M. * Ordination. 1 Go, preach the gospel in my name, Said he of Bethlehem: Teach of a crown more glorious Than earthly diadem. 2 Teach ye as I have taught, in love; Be hate unthought, unspoken; Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let The bruised reed be broken. 3 If any scorn you for the truth Which ye shall publish free, Think of the lonely midnight hour In dark Gethsemane: 4 Think of my prayers on Olivet, My musings by the sea; And though the heavy chain may bind, That truth shall make you free. 386. L. M. * Ordination. 1 Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet With Jordan's wave but lately met, And in that sacred river fall The olden thoughts, the spirit's pall. 2 He stands upon the holy land, And angels take his trustful hand; The Jordan sanctifies his breast, And Christ now leads him to his rest. 3 His rest? his battle! he must win Fair Zion's gate through ranks of sin; Why are these words, this solemn show, If sin be not his deadly foe? 4 There gathers here no heavenly host; No fiery tongues of Pentecost,-- No gentle dove with winnowing wings The spirit to thy servant brings. 5 The still, small voice hath called him here, And thus is God himself most near:-- My people, lift your hearts in prayer, And keep your God forever there. 387. S. M. Drummond. A Public Fast. 1 "Is this a fast for me?" Thus saith the Lord our God; "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod? 2 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose: Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose? 3 "To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, To dwell your kindred race among, And all their sufferings heal? 4 "Then, like the morning ray, Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Around, my glory bright!" 388. 7 & 6s. M. Italian. Prayer of a Stricken People. 1 O Thou, whose power stupendous Upholds the earth and sky, Thy grace preserving send us,-- To Thee, O Lord! we cry. 2 From wilds of fearful error, Wherein we darkly stray, Oppressed with doubt and terror, For saving aid we pray. 3 O God of mercy, hear us! Our pain, our sorrow, see; Thy healing pity spare us, And bring us home to Thee! 389. 6s. M. Anonymous. The New Year. 1 Joy! joy! a year is born; A year to man is given, For hope, and peace, and love, For faith, and truth, and heaven. Though earth be dark with care, With death and sorrow rife, Yet toil, and pain, and prayer, Lead to our higher life. 2 Behold, the fields are white! No longer idly stand! Go forth in love and might; Man needs thy helping hand. Thus may each day and year To prayer and toil be given, Till man to God draw near, And earth become like heaven. 390. C. M. Gaskell. A New Year. 1 Our Father! through the coming year We know not what shall be, But we would leave without a fear Its ordering all to Thee. 2 It may be we shall toil in vain For what the world holds fair, And all its good we thought to gain Deceive, and prove but care. 3 It may be it shall darkly blend Our love with anxious fears, And snatch away the valued friend, The tried of many years. 4 It may be it shall bring us days And nights of lingering pain, And bid us take our farewell gaze Of these loved haunts of men. 5 But calmly, Lord, on Thee we rest; No fears our trust shall move; Thou knowest what for each is best, And Thou art perfect love. 391. 7s. M. Anonymous. The God of Spring. 1 Praise and thanks and cheerful love Rise from everything below, To the mighty One above, Who his wondrous love doth show: Praise him, each created thing! God, your Father! God of spring! 2 Praise him, trees so lately bare; Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers; All ye creatures of the air; All ye soft-descending showers: Praise, with each awakening thing, Praise your Maker,--God of spring! 3 Praise him, man!--thy fitful heart Let this balmy season move To employ its noblest part, Softest mercy, sweetest love,-- Blessing, with each living thing, God the bounteous,--God of spring! 392. 7 & 6s. M. W. V. Spring. 1 There cometh o'er the spirit, With each returning year, The thought that Thou, the Father, Art ever to us near; With hope of life dispelling The death that winter brought; And flowers and fruits foretelling, With fragrant beauty fraught. 2 'Tis this which calls Thy children In sweet accord to raise, Beneath thy blue-domed temple, One general hymn of praise To Thee, the ever-living, The universal King, Who never ceasest giving Each good and perfect thing. 3 The streamlet from the mountain,-- It speaketh, Lord, of Thee, As from its snow-capped fountain It rushes to the sea; The gentle dew descending, And cloud's refreshing shower,-- O God, our Heavenly Father, All, all, proclaim Thy power. 393. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Hymn of Spring. 1 Praise the Lord, when blushing morning Wakes the blossoms fresh with dew! When the world, again created, Beams with beauties fair and new! 2 Praise the Lord, when early breezes Come so fragrant from the flowers! Praise, thou willow by the brookside! Praise, ye birds, among the bowers! 3 Praise the Lord! and may His blessing Guide us in the way of truth, Keep our feet from paths of error, Make us holy in our youth. 4 Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven! Angels, sing your sweetest lays! All things utter forth His glory! Sound your great Creator's praise! 394. C. M. J. Richardson. The Hymn of Summer. 1 How glad the tone when summer's sun Wreaths the gay world with flowers, And trees bend down with golden fruit, And birds are in their bowers! 2 The morn sends silent music down Upon each earthly thing; And always since creation's dawn The stars together sing. 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? no, let us sing, And while our voices rise, 4 O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth A constant melody; And every action be a tone In that sweet hymn to Thee! 395. C. M. Mrs. Miles. Summer. 1 The earth, all light and loveliness, In summer's golden hours, Shines, in her bridal vesture clad, And crowned with festal flowers, So radiantly beautiful, So like to heaven above, We scarce can deem more fair that world Of perfect bliss and love. 2 Is this a shadow faint and dim Of that which is to come! What shall the unveiled splendor be Of our celestial home, Where waves the glorious tree of life, Where streams of bliss gush free, And all is glowing in the light Of immortality! 396. C. M. Anonymous. Seed-Time and Harvest Shall Not Cease. 1 Fountain of life, and God of love! How rich Thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim Thy constant care. 2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, Its mild, refreshing showers; Thou gav'st the ripening suns to shine, And summer's golden hours. 4 Thy quickening life, forever near, Matured the swelling grain;-- The bounteous harvest crowns the year, And plenty fills the plain. 5 With thankful hearts we trace Thy way Through all our smiling vales; Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day, Seed-time nor harvest, fails! 397. 10 & 11s. M. *Doddridge. Thanksgiving for the Fruits of the Earth. 1 House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing; The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim, And all its days be vocal with His name. The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending, His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 2 The earth, enlightened by His rays divine, Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine; Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet, And lay their thankful offerings at his feet; With grateful love that hand divine confessing, Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing. 3 His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade, Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed; Succeeding ages bless this sure abode, And children lean upon their fathers' God: The soul of man, through its immense duration, Drinks from this source immortal consolation. 4 Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join! Angels and men, in harmony combine! While human years are measured by the sun, And while eternity its course shall run, His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending! 398. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Year Crowned with Goodness. 1 God of the year! with songs of praise, And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 2 In early spring-time Thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray. 3 God of the seasons! Thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers; And plenty o'er its bosom smiles, To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 4 Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand, To view these blessings of Thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above. 399. C. M. Bowring. The Hymn of the Seasons. 1 The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, Attune their evening hymn; All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praised In song of seraphim. Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds, Unite to worship Thee, While Thy majestic greatness fills Space, time, eternity. 2 Nature, a temple worthy Thee, Beams with Thy light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above; Whose altars are the mountain-cliffs That rise along the shore; Whose anthems, the sublime accord Of storm and ocean-roar. 3 Her song of gratitude is sung By Spring's awakening hours; Her Summer offers at Thy shrine Its earliest, loveliest flowers; Her Autumn brings its golden fruits, In glorious luxury given; While Winter's silver heights reflect Thy brightness back to heaven. 400. 10s. M. Emily Taylor. The Changing Year. 1 God of the changing year, whose arm of power In safety leads through danger's darkest hour,-- Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down, To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own. 2 Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, And pour around the gladdening light of day; Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine To cheer its hours of darkness,--all are Thine. 3 If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear The wounded spirit, Thou wast present there. 4 O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee; Where'er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be; From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine! 401. C. M. Gaskell. Close of the Year. 1 O God! to Thee our hearts would pay Their gratitude sincere, Whose love hath kept us, night and day, Throughout another year. 2 Of every breath, and every power, Thou wast the gracious source; From Thee came every happy hour Which smiled along its course. 3 And if sometimes across our path A cloud its shadows threw, Thou didst not waft it there in wrath, But loving-kindness true. 4 For joy and grief alike we pay Our thanks to Thee above; And only pray to grow each day More worthy of Thy love. 402. L. M. *John Taylor. The Worth of Years. 1 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass; And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2 O Father, in whose mighty hand The boundless years and ages lie, Teach us Thy boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly;-- 3 To crowd the narrow span of life With wise designs and virtuous deeds; And so shall death but lead us on To nobler service that succeeds. 403. P. M. *Milman. Funeral Hymn. 1 Brother, thou art gone before us, And thy saintly soul is flown, Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrows are unknown; From the burden of the flesh, And from care and fear, released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. 2 Sin no more can taint thy spirit, Nor can doubt thy faith assail; Thy soul its welcome has received, Thy strength shall never fail; And thou'rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. 3 To the grave thy body bearing, Low we place it mid the dead; And lay the turf above it now, And seal its narrow bed; But thy spirit soars away, Free, among the faithful blest, Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest. 404. C. M. Whittier. Not Lost, But Gone Before. 1 Another hand is beckoning us, Another call is given; And glows once more with angel steps The path that leads to heaven. 2 O, half we deemed she needed not The changing of her sphere, To give to heaven a shining one, Who walked an angel here. 3 Unto our Father's will alone One thought hath reconciled; That He whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home his child. 4 Fold her, O Father, in thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee. 5 Still let her mild rebukings stand Between us and the wrong, And her dear memory serve to make Our faith in goodness strong. 405. 7s. M. J. H. Bancroft. The Christian's Burial. 1 Brother, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry, Yet we know for thee to-day Every pain hath passed away. 2 Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God, and heir of heaven; For he gave thee sweet release; Thine the Christian's death of peace. 3 Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb. 4 Brother, in that solemn trust, We commend thy dust to dust; In that faith we wait, till, risen, Thou shalt meet us all in heaven. 5 While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept; Then with Jesus thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified, and blest. 406. 7s. M. Anonymous. Funeral Hymn. 1 Clay to clay, and dust to dust! Let them mingle,--for they must! Give to earth the earthly clod, For the spirit's fled to God. 2 Never more shall midnight's damp Darken round this mortal lamp; Never more shall noonday's glance Search this mortal countenance. 3 Look aloft! The spirit's risen; Death cannot the soul imprison: 'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell, Glorious, though invisible. 4 Thither let us turn our view; Peace is there, and comfort too; There shall those we love be found, Tracing life's eternal round. 407. C. M. Dale. "Weep Not." 1 Dear as thou wast, and justly dear, We would not weep for thee; One thought shall check the starting tear,-- It is--that thou art free. 2 And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain; O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again? 3 Gently the passing spirit fled, Sustained by grace divine; O, may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine! 408. 10s. M. Montgomery. Death in Manhood. 1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power: A Christian cannot die before his time; The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the field is won. 3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay, In death's embraces, ere he rose on high; And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 4 Go to the grave,--no, to thy home above; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written word. 409. 12 & 11s. M. Heber. The Resurrection and the Life. 1 Thou art gone to the grave;--but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed 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 hope, since the Sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the song that thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died. 410. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. Death of the Young. 1 Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with us thy footstep trod, His seal was on thy brow. 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its home on high! They that have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die. 3 Lone are the paths, and sad the hours, Since thy meek spirit's gone; But, O, a brighter home than ours, In heaven, is now thine own! 411. 8 & 7s. M. Briggs' Coll. Death of a Child. 1 Fare thee well, our fondly cherished! Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well! He who lent thee hath recalled thee, Back with Him and His to dwell. 2 Like a sunbeam through our dwelling Shone thy presence, bright and calm; Thou didst add a zest to pleasure; To our sorrows thou wast balm. 3 Yet while mourning, O our lost one, Come no visions of despair! Seated on thy tomb, Faith's angel Saith, thou art not, art not there. 4 Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour, Blest, forever blest, to be; 'Mid the sinless little children Who have heard his "Come to me." 5 Passed the shades of death's dark valley, Thou art leaning on his breast, Where the wicked may not enter, And the weary are at rest. 6 Plead, that in a Father's mercy All our sins may be forgiven; Angel! plead, that thou may'st greet us, Ransomed, at the gates of heaven. 412. 7s. M. Anonymous. Funeral Hymn of a Child. 1 To the Father's love we trust That which was enshrined in dust; While we give the earth to earth, Finds the soul its heavenly birth. Angels wait the angel child, Gentle, young, and undefiled. 2 Said not oft those pleading eyes That they longed for purer skies? Did not oft the falling tear Speak of roughening billows here? Prayed we not that she might rest On her Heavenly Father's breast? 3 Give the spirit, then, to God, And its vesture to the sod; Life, henceforth, shall have a ray Kindled ne'er to pass away, And a light from angel eyes Draw us upward to the skies. 413. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Children in Heaven. 1 In the broad fields of heaven,-- In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers,-- There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth. 2 They sing of earth and heaven,-- Divinest voices rise To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies: They all are there,--in heaven,-- Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest. 414. 8 & 7s. M. Pierpont. For a Charitable Occasion. 1 Mighty One, whose name is holy, Thou wilt save Thy work alive, And the spirit of the lowly Thou wilt visit and revive. What Thy prophets thus have spoken, Ages witness as they roll; Bleeding hearts and spirits broken, Touched by Thee, O God, are whole. 2 By Thy pitying spirit guided, Jesus sought the sufferer's door; Comfort for the poor provided, And the mourner's sorrows bore;-- So Thy mercy's angel, bending, Heard a friendless prisoner's call, And through night's cold vault descending, Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul. 3 Father, as Thy love is endless, Working by Thy servants thus, The forsaken and the friendless Deign to visit, e'en by us; So shall each, with spirit fervent Laboring with Thee here below, Be declared Thy faithful servant, Where there's neither want nor woe. 415. 6 & 4s. M. Nicoll. God Save the Poor! 1 Lord, from Thy blessed throne, Sorrow look down upon! God save the Poor! Teach them true liberty, Make them from tyrants free, Let their homes happy be! God save the Poor! 2 The arms of wicked men Do Thou with might restrain,-- God save the Poor! Raise Thou their lowliness, Succor Thou their distress, Thou whom the meanest bless! God save the Poor! 3 Give them stanch honesty, Let their pride manly be, God save the Poor! Help them to hold the right, Give them both truth and might, Lord of all life and light! God save the Poor! 416. 7 & 6s. M. Heber. Missionary Hymn. 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; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; 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? Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Shall learn Messiah's name. 417. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous. "How Beautiful upon the Mountains." 1 Where, for a thousand miles, The sweet Ohio smiles, On bed of sand; Where prairies blossom broad, Fair gardens sown by God, And lakes their ocean-flood Pour from His hand; 2 Where sleep in rest profound, Beneath each ancient mound, A buried race; There, brother, go and teach; From heart to heart shall reach Thy free and earnest speech Of heavenly grace. 3 Where the tall forest waves Above those mouldering graves, God's truth declare; While his first temples spread Their arches o'er thy head, Lift, o'er the slumbering dead, The voice of prayer. 4 While rolls the living tide, Down Alleghany's side, Its ceaseless flood; Upon the mountains, there, How beautiful appear The feet of those who bear Tidings of good! 5 O Thou, whose suns and rains Upon those mighty plains Fall evermore; Send down the dews of peace, The sun of righteousness, And let Thy light increase From shore to shore! 418. 8 & 7s. M. A. C. Coxe. Western Missions. 1 Westward, Lord, the world alluring, Has Thy risen day-star beamed, And, the sinking soul assuring, O'er the world's wide ocean streamed. Westward, still, the midnight breaking, Westward, still, its light be poured! Heathen Thy possession making, Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord! 2 Westward, where the waving prairie, Dark as slumbering ocean, lies, Let thy starlight, Son of Mary, O'er the shadowed billows rise! Here be heard, ye herald voices, Till the Lord his glory shows, And the lonely place rejoices With the bloom of Sharon's rose. 3 Where the wilderness is lying, And the trees of ages nod, Westward, in the desert crying, Make a highway for our God. Westward, till the church be kneeling In the forest aisles so dim, And the wild-wood's arches pealing With the people's holy hymn. 419. 6 & 4s. M. E. Davis. For a Peace Meeting. 1 Not with the flashing steel, Not with the cannon's peal, Or stir of drum; But in the bonds of love, Our white flag floats above; Her emblem is the dove;-- 'Tis thus we come. 2 The laws of Christian light,-- These are our weapons bright, Our mighty shield; Christ is our leader high; And the broad plains which lie Beneath the blessed sky, Our battle-field. 3 What is that great intent On which each heart is bent, Our hosts among? It is that hate may die, That war's red curse may fly, And war's high praise for aye No more be sung. 4 On, then, in God's great name! Let each pure spirit's flame Burn bright and clear; Stand firmly in your lot, Cry ye aloud, doubt not, Be every fear forgot; Christ leads us here! 5 So shall earth's distant lands, In happy, holy bands, One brotherhood, Together rise and sing, Gifts to one altar bring, And heaven's Eternal King Pronounce it good. 420. 10 & 6s. M. * In Time of War. 1 Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move; Now save it from despair! The trial comes; strengthen the might of love: Father, Thou hearest prayer! 2 Thou hearest; and we hear, above this din, Thy blessed word sound clear: "I purge this land from slavery and sin; The reign of heaven draws near." 3 O, never falter, ye who strive to bring In men the heavenly birth; For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing, "Peace to the weary earth!" 4 O, never falter! peace must come by pain; Heaven is not found, but won; Hold the dark angel till he moulds again The peace he hath undone. 5 We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strong Must work our world's new birth; But we will toil, with this for working-song,-- "Peace to the weary earth!" 6 Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth! Peace to the heart of man! Storm shall bring calm; that high reward is worth All we must bear, or can. 421. 11 & 10s. M. Longfellow. Peace on Earth. 1 Down the dark future, through long generations, The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease; And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace!" 2 Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals, The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies; But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise. 422. C. M. Anonymous. Glory to God, Through Peace on Earth. 1 "To God be glory! Peace on earth!" Let us repeat again The hymn that hailed the Saviour's birth,-- "Peace and good will to men!" 2 Good will to men! O God, we hail This of Thy law the sum; For as this shall o'er earth prevail, So shall Thy kingdom come! 423. C. M. R. W. Emerson. The House Our Fathers Built to God. 1 We love the venerable house Our fathers built to God; In heaven are kept their grateful vows, Their dust endears the sod. 2 Here holy thoughts a light have shed From many a radiant face, And prayers of tender hope have spread A perfume through the place. 3 And anxious hearts have pondered here The mystery of life, And prayed the Eternal Spirit clear Their doubts and aid their strife. 4 From humble tenements around Came up the pensive train, And in the church a blessing found, Which filled their homes again. 5 For faith, and peace, and mighty love, That from the Godhead flow, Showed them the life of heaven above Springs from the life below. 6 They live with God, their homes are dust; But here their children pray, And, in this fleeting lifetime, trust To find the narrow way. 7 On him who by the altar stands, On him Thy blessing fall! Speak through his lips Thy pure commands, Thou Heart, that lovest all! 424. C. M. J. Weiss. Epiphany. 1 A wondrous star our pioneer, We left the mystic land Where heaven-nurtured childhood slept, Where yet old visions stand. 2 O God! the land of dreams we left, Repose we left for aye, And followed meekly to the place Where our Redeemer lay. 3 That humble manger we have found; The world his cradle is; His life is hidden far below Its sins and miseries. 4 The world throws wide its brazen gates; With Thee we enter in; O, grant us, in our humble sphere, To free that world from sin. 5 We have one mind in Christ our Lord To stand and point above; To hurl rebuke at social wrong; But all, O God, in love. 6 The star is resting in the sky; To worship Christ we came; The moments haste; O, touch our tongues With Thy celestial flame! 7 The truest worship is a life; All dreaming we resign; We lay our offerings at thy feet,-- Our lives, O Christ, are thine! 425. L. M. * The Children of the Cross. 1 Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand Hast brought us here, before Thy face, Our spirits wait for Thy command, Our silent hearts implore Thy peace! 2 Those spirits lay their noblest powers, As offerings, on Thy holy shrine; Thine was the strength that nourished ours; The children of the cross are Thine. 3 While watching on our arms, at night, We saw Thine angels round us move: We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light, And followed, trusting to Thy love. 4 And now, with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to Thee, great God! We would redeem Thy holy land, That land which sin so long has trod. 5 Send us where'er Thou wilt, O Lord, Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in Christ our truest might. 6 Send down Thy constant aid, we pray; Be Thy pure angels with us still; Thy truth, be that our firmest stay; Our only rest, to do Thy will. 426. C. M. Nicoll. The Reformers. 1 An offering at the shrine of power Our hands shall never bring; A garland on the car of pomp Our hands shall never fling; Applauding in the conqueror's path Our voices ne'er shall be; But we have hearts to honor those Who bade the world go free! 2 Praise to the good, the pure, the great, Who made us what we are,-- Who lit the flame which yet shall glow With radiance brighter far! Glory to them in coming time, And through eternity, Who burst the captive's galling chain, And bade the world go free! 427. L. M. Mrs. Hemans. Earth's Nameless Martyrs. 1 The kings of old have shrine and tomb In many a minster's haughty gloom; And green, along the ocean-side, The mounds arise where heroes died; But show me on thy flowery breast, Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest! 2 The thousands that, uncheered by praise, Have made one offering of their days; For truth, for heaven, for freedom's sake, Resigned the bitter cup to take; And silently, in fearless faith, Have bowed their noble souls to death. 3 O, haply all around lie strewed The ashes of that multitude! It may be that each day we tread Where thus devoted hearts have bled, And the sweet flowers the children sow Take root in holy dust below. 4 What though no stone the record bears Of their deep thoughts and lonely prayers, May not our inmost hearts be stilled, With knowledge of their presence filled, And by their lives be taught to prize The meekness of self-sacrifice? 428. 6s. M. Luther. The Martyrs' Ashes. 1 Flung to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, Their ashes shall be watched, And gathered at the last; And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. 2 The Father hath received Their latest living breath; Yet vain is Satan's boast Of victory in their death; Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wakening land The one prevailing name. 429. C. M. Moravian. The Noble Army of Martyrs. 1 Glory to God! whose witness-train, Those heroes bold in faith, Could smile on poverty and pain, And triumph even in death. 2 O, may that faith our hearts sustain, Wherein they fearless stood When, in the power of cruel men, They poured their willing blood. 3 God, whom we serve, our God, can save; Can damp the scorching flame, Can build an ark, or smooth the wave, For such as love His name. 4 Yea, should it even to man appear, At times, as though the Lord Forsook His chosen servants here, We yet will trust His word. 5 Lord! if Thine arm support us still With its eternal strength, We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, And conquerors prove, at length. 430. S. M. Graham. God With Us on the Deep. 1 Heave, mighty ocean, heave! And blow, thou boisterous wind! Onward we swiftly glide, and leave Our home and friends behind. 2 Away, away we steer, Upon the ocean's breast; And dim the distant heights appear, Like clouds along the west. 3 There is a loneliness Upon the mighty deep; And hurried thoughts upon us press, As onward still we sweep. 4 But there is hope and joy, Wherever we may be; Danger nor death can e'er destroy Our trust, O God, in Thee! 5 Then wherefore should we grieve Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave, Our God is ever near. 6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep! Ye winds, blow foul or fair! Our God is with us on the deep, Our home is everywhere. 431. P. M. Mrs. Southey. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, God speed thee! Let loose the rudder bands, Good angels lead thee! Set thy sails warily, Tempests will come; Steer thy course steadily, Christian, steer home! 2 Look to the weather bow, Breakers are round thee; Let fall thy plummet now, Shallows may ground thee. Reef in thy foresail there; Hold the helm fast; So,--let the vessel wear,-- By swept the blast. 3 Slacken no sail yet, at Inlet or island; Straight for the beacon steer,-- Straight for the highland; Crowd all the canvass on, Cut through the foam;-- Christian! cast anchor now; Heaven is thy home! 432. 8 & 7s. M. Sterling. The Husbandman's Hymn. 1 Many a power within earth's bosom, Noiseless, hidden, works beneath; Hence are seed and leaf and blossom, Golden ear and clustered wreath. 2 Wind and frost, and hour and season, Land and water, sun and shade,-- Work with these, as bids thy reason, For they work thy toil to aid. 3 Sow thy seed and reap in gladness! Man himself is all a seed; Hope and hardship, joy and sadness, Slow the plant to ripeness lead. 433. L. M. Flint. Remembrance of Our Fathers. 1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines That bound our goodly heritage, And safe beneath our sheltering vines Our youth is blest, and soothed our age. 2 What thanks, O God, to Thee are due, That Thou didst plant our fathers here, And watch and guard them as they grew, A vineyard to the planter dear! 3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought; They sowed in tears,--in joy we reap; The birthright they so dearly bought We'll guard, till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, In weal and woe, through all the past, Their grateful sons, O God, shall own, While here their name and race shall last. 434. 8 & 6s. M. Heber. Prayer for Our Country. 1 From foes that would our land devour; From guilty pride and lust of power; From wild sedition's lawless hour; From yoke of slavery; 2 From blinded zeal, by faction led; From giddy change, by fancy bred; From poisoned error's serpent head; Good Lord, preserve us free! 435. L. M. Whittier. The Day of Freedom. 1 O Thou, whose presence went before Our fathers in their weary way, As with Thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night, the cloud by day! 2 When, from each temple of the free, A nation's song ascends to heaven, Most holy Father, unto Thee Now let our humble prayer be given. 3 Sweet peace be here; and hope and love Be round us as a mantle thrown, As unto Thee, supreme above, The knee of prayer is bowed alone. 4 And grant, O Father, that the time Of earth's deliverance may be near, When every land, and tongue, and clime, The message of Thy love shall hear;-- 5 When, smitten as with fire from heaven, The captive's chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just. 436. C. M. * American Slavery. 1 The land our fathers left to us Is foul with hateful sin; When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end, And hope and joy begin? 2 What good, though growing might and wealth Shall stretch from shore to shore, If thus the fatal poison-taint Be only spread the more? 3 Wipe out, O God, the nation's sin, Then swell the nation's power; But build not high our yearning hopes, To wither in an hour! 4 No outward show nor fancied strength From Thy stern justice saves; There is no liberty for them Who make their brethren slaves! 437. 7s. M. J. R. Lowell. Anti-Slavery Hymn. 1 Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed? 2 Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? No! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And with heart and hand to be Earnest to make others free. 3 They are slaves, who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves, who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than, in silence, shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves, who dare not be In the right with two or three. 438. L. M. Caroline Sewall. Remember Them Who Are in Bonds. 1 Lord, when Thine ancient people cried, Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king, Thou didst Arabia's sea divide, And forth Thy fainting Israel bring. 2 Lo, in these latter days, our land Groans with the anguish of the slave: Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand, Not shortened that it cannot save. 3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin, The lust of gain, the lust of power; The day of freedom usher in: How long delays the appointed hour? 4 As Thou of old to Miriam's hand The thrilling timbrel didst restore, And to the joyful song her land Echoed from desert to the shore; 5 O let Thy smitten ones again Take up the chorus of the free,-- Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim, For He hath conquered gloriously! 439. 8, 7, & 4s. M. *Montgomery. Slavery. 1 Ages, ages have departed, Since the first dark vessel bore Afric's children, broken-hearted, To this far-off western shore; She, like Rachel, Weeping, for they were no more. 2 Millions, millions have been slaughtered In the fight and on the deep; Millions, millions more have watered, With such tears as captives weep, Fields of labor Where their wasted bodies sleep. 3 Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading, Rends her garments, smites her breast, Till a voice from heaven proceeding Gladden all the waiting west: "Come, ye weary! Come, and I will give you rest!" 4 Tidings, tidings of salvation! Brothers, rise with one accord, Purge the plague-spot from our nation, Till, unto their rights restored, Slaves no longer, All are freemen in the Lord! 440. P. M. *Montgomery. Watch for the Morning. 1 Climb we the mountain afar, In the still hour of even; Led by yon beautiful star, First of the daughters of heaven: Darkness yet covers the face of the deep; Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might, Break the slave's bondage like infancy's sleep, The moment when God shall say, Let there be light! 2 Gaze we meanwhile for the day, Praying in thought while we gaze; Watch for the morning's first ray; Prayer then be turned into praise! Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn, Long, long desired, but denied to our sight; Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born; The word was omnipotent, and there is light! 441. L. M. *Whittier. Mercy and Not Sacrifice. 1 O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave Back to warm life the sleeper gave, Who, waking, saw with joy, above, A brother's face of tenderest love;-- 2 Thou, unto whom the blind and lame, The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came; The burden of thy holy faith Was love and life, not hate and death. 3 O, once again thy healing lay On the blind eyes which know thee not, And let the light of thy pure day Shine in upon the darkened thought! 4 O, touch the hearts of men, and show The power which in forbearance lies; And let them feel that Mercy now Is better than old Sacrifice! 442. L. M. *Mrs. Livermore. Redeeming Power of Love. 1 What precept, Jesus, is like thine,-- Forgive, as ye would be forgiven! In this we see the power divine, Which shall transform our earth to heaven. 2 O, not the harsh and scornful word The victory over sin can gain, Not the dark prison, or the sword, The shackle, or the weary chain. 3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will the wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To win the wanderer back by love; Thus let us save our brother, man, And imitate our God above. IX. MISCELLANEOUS. 443. C. M. Keble. Teaching Little Children. 1 O, say not, think not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,-- That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain. 2 Was not our Lord a little child, Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild Instructed day by day? 3 And loved he not of heaven to talk With children in his sight, To meet them in his daily walk, And to his arms invite? 4 And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath, But cries of babes, that cannot know Half the deep thought they breathe? 5 In his own words we Christ adore; But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar Than we o'er children weak. 6 And yet his words mean more than they, And yet he owns their praise; O, think not that he turns away From infants' simple lays! 444. C. M. Heber. The Holy Child. 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose! 2 Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God! 3 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own! 445. C. M. Flint's Coll. Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me. 1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand With all-engaging charms! Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms! 2 "Suffer the little ones," he says, "Forbid them not to come; Of such is heaven; and souls like these Shall find in heaven their home." 3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our offspring be! 446. C. M. Briggs' Coll. Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth. 1 Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O'er whose glad path life's early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not Him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright. 2 Thou tempted one! just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power. 3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms of life, Eternally serene. 447. L. M. L. E. Landon. Feed My Lambs! 1 While yet the youthful spirit bears The image of its God within, And uneffaced that beauty wears, Which may too soon be stained by sin; 2 Then is the time for faith and love To take in charge their precious care,-- Teach the young heart to look above, Teach the young lips to speak in prayer. 3 The world will come with care and crime, And tempt too oft that heart astray; Still the seed sown in early time Shall not be wholly cast away. 4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, Within the darkened soul will rise, When age's weary eye is dim, And the grave's shadow round us lies. 5 The infant hymn is heard again, The infant prayer is breathed once more; Reclasping thus the broken chain, We turn to all we loved before. 448. L. M. Anonymous. A Child's Prayer. 1 Great God! and wilt Thou condescend To be my Father and my Friend? I but a child,--and Thou so high, The Lord of earth and air and sky! 2 Art Thou my Father?--Let me be A meek, obedient child to Thee; And try, in word and deed and thought, To serve and please Thee as I ought. 3 Art Thou my Father?--I'll depend Upon the care of such a friend; And only wish to do and be Whatever seemeth good to Thee. 4 Art Thou my Father?--Then, at last, When all my days on earth are past, Send down, and take me, in Thy love, To be Thy better child above. 449. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Christian Pilgrim. 1 Our country is Immanuel's ground; We seek that promised soil; The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil. 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, And oft are bathed in tears; But only heaven our hopes can raise, And sin alone, our fears. 3 We tread the path our Master trod; We bear the cross he bore; And every thorn that wounds our feet His temples pierced before. 4 The flowers that spring along the road We scarcely stoop to pluck; We walk o'er beds of shining ore, Nor waste one wishful look. 5 We purge our mortal dross away, Refining as we run; And while we die to earth and sense, Our heaven is here begun. 450. C. M. Briggs' Coll. The Spiritual World. 1 There is a world we have not seen, That time can ne'er destroy, Where mortal footstep hath not been, Nor ear hath heard its joy. 2 There is a world,--and O how blest! Fairer than prophets told; And never did an angel guest One half its peace unfold. 3 And this pure world is ever bright With radiance all its own; The streams of uncreated light Flow round it from the throne. 4 Look not abroad with roving mind To seek that fair abode; It comes, where'er the lowly find The perfect peace of God. 451. C. M. Croswell. Hymn for Christmas. 1 Now gird your patient loins again, Your wasting torches trim! The chief of all the sons of men, Shall we not welcome him? Fill all his courts with sacred songs, And from the temple wall Wave garlands o'er the joyful throngs That crowd his festival! 2 And still more freshly in the mind Store up the hopes sublime Which then were born for all mankind, So blessed was the time; And, underneath these hallowed eaves, A Saviour will be born In every heart that him receives, On his triumphal morn. 452. 7s. M. Grant. The Garden of Gethsemane. 1 Jesus, while he dwelt below, As divine historians say, To a place would often go, Near to Kedron's brook that lay: In this place he loved to be, And 'twas named Gethsemane. 2 'Twas a garden, as we read, At the foot of Olivet, Low and proper to be made The Redeemer's lone retreat: When from noise he would be free, Then he sought Gethsemane. 3 Thither, by their Master brought, His disciples likewise came; There the heavenly truths he taught Often set their hearts on flame: Therefore they, as well as he, Visited Gethsemane. 4 Oft conversing here they sat; Or might join with Christ in prayer; O, what blest devotion that, When the Lord himself is there! All things there did so agree To endear Gethsemane. 5 Full of love to man's lost race, On the conflict much he thought; This he knew the destined place, And he loved the sacred spot: Therefore Jesus chose to be Often in Gethsemane. 453. C. M. C. Wesley. The Communion of Saints. 1 The saints on earth and those above But one communion make; Joined 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 crossed the flood And part are crossing now. 4 O God, be Thou our constant guide! Then, when the word is given, Bid Thou death's flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. 454. C. M. Watts. Law and Love. 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, Where milder words declare His will, And spread His love abroad. 3 Behold the great, the glorious host Of angels, clothed in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight! 4 In such society as this, My weary soul would rest; For he who dwells where Jesus is Must be forever blest. 455. P. M. J. H. Perkins. Prayer and Labor. 1 By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, 'Tis hard to labor,--hard to pray; And of the week, for prayer and rest, We've but one Sabbath day. 2 But purer spirits walk above, Who worship alway; who are blest With an upspringing might of love That makes all labor, rest. 3 Father, while here, we would arise In spirit to that realm; and there Be every act a sacrifice, And every thought a prayer! 456. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Strength From Struggle. 1 Grows dark thy path before thee? Press on! still undismayed; Heaven shines resplendent o'er thee, Though earth be wrapped in shade. 2 And God, thy trust, hath given, With word from swerving free, The angels of high heaven A charge concerning thee. 3 Then though thy feet may falter Even at early morn, And from hope's burning altar The light may be withdrawn,-- 4 Yet from thy self-prostration Thou shalt awake in power; From tears and lamentation, To conquest every hour. 5 Strong in thy perfect weakness, Thy strength shall never fail; Mighty in holy meekness, Thine arm shall still prevail. 457. C. M. German. The Heavenly Guide. 1 When thirst for power or for gold Hath led our souls astray; When, blind, by blinder guides we're told, "Lo, here thou'lt find the way;" 2 Look down, O Father, from above; Set us from error free; Teach us to serve Thee here in love, And find our home in Thee. 3 When faith Thy guidance humbly takes, And seeks Thy will to do, Clear light upon our pathway breaks, The world to guide us through. 4 Thy spirit send, our souls to keep; Thy wisdom make our own; And though our way leads through the deep, We wander not alone. 458. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Light For All. 1 The light pours down from heaven, And enters where it may; The eyes of all earth's children Are cheered with one bright day. 2 So let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, And fill men's waiting spirits, As the waters fill the sea. 3 The soul can shed a glory On every work well done; As even things most lowly Are radiant in the sun. 4 Then let each human spirit Enjoy the vision bright; The truth which comes from heaven Shall spread like heaven's own light; 5 Till earth becomes God's temple; And every human heart Shall join in one great service, Each happy in his part. 459. C. M. J. Weiss. For a Summer Festival. 1 Beneath Thy trees to-day we met, Amid Thy summer flowers; And every heart is blessing yet These happy, fleeting hours. 2 But creeping shades to vespers call, And timely lore impart, To make our latest shadows fall From sunshine in the heart. 3 Yes, even so; the summer leaf, The summer flowers, declare Their childlike, chastening belief, That Thou dost make them fair. 4 O, let us cherish nature's creed, And live and bloom to Thee; For only childlike hearts, we read, Can grace eternity. 460. P. M. Anonymous. Morning Hymn. 1 Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep, For quiet and peaceable rest; We bless the kind care that doth keep Thy children from being distressed: O, how in their weakness shall children repay Thy fatherly kindness, by night and by day? 2 Our voices shall utter Thy praise, Our hearts shall o'erflow with Thy love; O, teach us to walk in Thy ways, And lift us earth's trials above! The heart's true affection is all we can give; In love's pure devotion, O, help us to live! 3 So long as Thou seest it right That here upon earth we should stay, We pray Thee to guard us by night, And help us to serve Thee by day; And when all the days of this life shall be o'er, Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more. 461. L. M. Goethe. Even-Tide. 1 O'er silent field and lonely lawn Her dusky mantle night hath drawn; At twilight's holy, heartfelt hour, In man his better soul hath power. 2 The passions are at peace within, And stilled each stormy thought of sin; The yielding bosom, overawed, Breathes love to man, and love to God. 462. L. M. Edmeston. Sabbath Evening. 1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeam lingering there; Those sacred hours this low earth leave, Wafted on wings of praise and prayer. 2 The time, how lovely and how still! Peace shines and smiles on all below; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow! 3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels thy sweet calm, and melts in love; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 4 Thou God of mercy, swift to hear, More swift than man to tell his need; Be Thou to us, this evening, near, And to Thy fount our spirits lead! 463. S. M. Briggs' Coll. Seasons for Prayer. 1 Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day. 2 At noon, beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In the weary heat of day. 3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of God, With heaven then close the day. 4 When midnight veils our eyes, O, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, With Thee to watch and pray. 464. 11s. M. Mrs. Osgood. Glad Worship. 1 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control; God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust; O, serve Him with gladness,--the Loving and Just! 2 His bounty is tender, His being is love; His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above; Confiding, believing, O, enter always His courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise! 3 Come not to His temple with pride in thy mien But lowly and simple, in courage serene; Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child, Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled! 465. 7s. M. Montgomery. Praise Ye the Lord. 1 Heralds of creation! cry,-- Praise the Lord, the Lord most high! Heaven and earth! obey the call; Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 2 For He spake, and forth from night Sprang the universe to light; He commanded,--nature heard, And stood fast upon His word. 3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above; Spirits perfected in love! Sun and moon! your voices raise; Sing, ye stars! your Maker's praise. 4 Earth! from all thy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow; Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm, Hail and snow! His will perform. 5 Birds! on wings of rapture soar, Warble at His temple's door; Joyful sounds from herds and flocks, Echo back, ye caves and rocks! 6 High above all height His throne; Excellent His name alone; Him let all His works confess! Him let all His children bless! 466. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. "The Lord Is in His Holy Temple." 1 God is in His holy temple: Thoughts of earth, be silent now, While with reverence we assemble, And before His presence bow. He is with us now and ever, When we call upon His name, Aiding every good endeavor, Guiding every upward aim. 2 God is in His holy temple;-- In the pure and holy mind; In the reverent heart and simple; In the soul from sense refined: Then let every low emotion Banished far and silent be! And our souls, in pure devotion, Lord, be temples worthy Thee! 467. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson. God. 1 O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides! On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine! 2 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest; From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End! 468. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Thanksgiving Hymn. 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ! All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow! 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise! 3 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise! 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and public wealth, Knowledge, with its gladdening streams, Pure religion's holier beams;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise! 469. 7s. M. Merrick. The Heavenly Shepherd. 1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine! Want shall never more be mine. In a pasture fair and large He shall feed His happy charge, And my couch with tenderest care 'Midst the springing grass prepare 2 When I faint with summer's heat, He shall lead my weary feet To the streams that, still and slow, Through the verdant meadow flow: When through devious paths I stray, He shall teach the better way 3 Though the dreary vale I tread, By the shades of death o'erspread, I shall walk from terror free, While each needed strength I see By Thy rod and staff supplied; This my guard, and that my guide. 4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread; Thou with oil refreshed my head; Filled by Thee, my cup o'erflows; For Thy love no limit knows; And unto my latest end Thou my footsteps shalt attend. 470. C. M. Episcopal Coll. Calm Trust. 1 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne, let this, My humble prayer, arise:-- 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee;-- 3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless my journey's end. 471. L. M. *Browne. The One God. 1 Eternal God! Almighty Cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown! All things are subject to Thy laws; All things depend on Thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possessed; By none controlled in Thy commands, And in Thyself completely blessed. 3 Worship to Thee alone belongs, Worship to Thee alone we give; Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs, And to Thy glory may we live. 4 O, spread Thy truth through every land, In every heart Thy love be known; Subdue the world to Thy command, And, as Thou art, reign God alone. 472. C. M. Sternhold "He Bowed the Heavens and Came Down." 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally He rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And He as sovereign Lord and King For evermore shall reign. 473. L. M. J. Richardson. One in Christ. 1 From Zion's holy hill there rose A fount divine, that ever flows; Heaven's smile is on its waters shed, By heaven's own dews the fount is fed. 2 That stream of Truth--a silver thread, Scarce known, save by its fountain-head-- Now onward pours, a mighty flood, And fills the new-formed world with good. 3 Where'er that living fountain flows, New life its healing wave bestows, And man, from sin's corruptions free, Inspires with its own purity. 4 A spirit, breathed from Zion's hill, In holy hearts is living still,-- That Comforter from heaven above, The presence of celestial love. 5 O, may this spirit ever be Our bond of peace and unity! Thus shall we teach, as Christ began, Through love, the brotherhood of man. 474. C. M. *Pierpont. The Hymn of the Last Supper. 1 The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon Looks down on Zion's hill; The city sleeps; 'tis night's calm moon, And all the streets are still. 2 How soft, how holy, is the light! And hark! a sweet, low song, As gently as these dews of night, Floats on the air along. 3 Affection's wish, devotion's prayer, Are in that holy strain; And hope and love and trust are there, And triumph, won through pain. 4 'Tis Jesus and his faithful few That soul-deep hymn who pour;-- O Christ! may we the song renew, And learn to love thee more. 475. C. M. Moore. Consolation. 1 O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee! 2 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; 4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. 476. C. M. Keble. The Elder Scripture. 1 There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and loving hearts. 2 The works of God, above, below, Within us, and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Father's love; Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 4 The dew of heaven is like His grace; It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. 5 Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the earth and sky. 6 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere! 477. 10s. M. Sterling. Rest. 1 O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, Who shedd'st Thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease, And tune to music every jarring sound. 2 Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain, A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm; Let not the spirit's pangs be roused in vain, But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm! 3 So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure, In full accord with all Thy works of joy, May I be nerved to labors high and pure, And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ. 4 In One who walked on earth, a man of woe, Was holier peace than even this hour inspires; From him to me let inward quiet flow, And give the might my failing will requires. 5 So this great universe,--so he, and Thou, The central source and wondrous bound of things, May fill my heart with rest as deep as now To land and sea and air Thy presence brings. 478. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. The Pilgrim Fathers. 1 The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed, And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. 2 Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. 3 Amidst the storm they sang; And the stars heard, and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared,-- This was their welcome home! 4 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! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained, what there they found: Freedom to worship God. 479. L. P. M. E. B. Barrett. He Giveth His Beloved Sleep. Psalm cxxvii. 2. 1 Of all the thoughts of God, that are Borne in upon our souls afar Along the Psalmist's music deep, O, tell me if there any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this,-- "He giveth His beloved sleep." 2 O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the wailers' heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! God makes a silence through you all,-- He giveth His beloved sleep. 3 His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men toil and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved sleep. SUPPLEMENT. 480. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous. Invocation. 1 Come, Thou almighty King! Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days! 2 Come, Thou eternal Word, By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend! Come and this people bless; Give to Thy truth success; Spirit of Holiness, On us descend! 3 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour! Thou who almighty art, Rule now in every heart, Never from us depart, Spirit of Power! 481. C. M. Orig. Hymns. The Hour of Prayer. 1 Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din Wake not this morning air! A holy calm should welcome in This solemn hour of prayer. 2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, And hushed within the breast! A holy joy should welcome there This happy day of rest. 3 Each better thought the spirit knows, This hour, the spirit fill! And Thou, from whom its being flows, O, teach it all Thy will! 4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest, Hallow life's every hour, And bear us to our better rest, Eternal, perfect, sure. 482. C. M. Alford. Sincere Worship. 1 O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught That not by words alone, But by the fruits of holiness, The life of God is shown; 2 While in Thy house of prayer we meet, And call Thee God and Lord, Give us a heart to follow Thee, Obedient to Thy word! 3 When we our voices lift in praise, Give Thou us grace to bring An offering of unfeigned thanks, And with the spirit sing. 4 And in the dangerous path of life Uphold us as we go; That with our lips and in our lives Thy glory we may show. 483. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Come, Holy Spirit! 1 Holy Spirit, source of gladness, Shine amid the clouds of night; O'er our weariness and sadness Breathe Thy life, and shed Thy light! Send us Thine illumination, Banish all our fears at length, Rest upon this congregation, Spirit of unfailing Strength! 2 Let that love, which knows no measure, Now in quickening showers descend, Bringing us the richest treasure Man can wish or God can send; Hear our earnest supplication, Every struggling heart release, Rest upon this congregation, Spirit of eternal Peace! 484. L. M. Mrs. Gilman. The Day of Rest. 1 We bless Thee for this sacred day, Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest, We would improve the calm repose; And, in God's service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord! may Thy truth, upon the heart, Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne. 485. 10 & 6s. M. Anonymous. The Sabbath. 1 Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled Of man's unquiet care; A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled, Breathes through the silent air. 2 O leave us not, through long and darkened hours, In night of woe and sin, But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powers Upon the world within. 3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul, Of wrath and pride and care; Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul, And bid it settle there. 4 Banish this craving self that still has sought Lord of the soul to be; Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought; Teach us to turn to Thee! 5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small To live as in Thine eye; Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;-- Thou who to all art nigh! 486. L. M. Alford. The Seed of the Word. 1 O Thou, at whose divine command Good seed is sown in every land, Thy holy spirit now impart, And for Thy word prepare each heart! 2 Not 'mid the thorns of worldly thought, Nor soon by passing plunderers caught, Nor lacking depth the root to feed, May we receive Thy spirit's seed; 3 But may it, where Thy sowers toil, Fall in a good and honest soil; And springing up from firmest root, Through patience, bear abundant fruit. 487. L. M. E. H. Chapin. The Gate of Heaven. 1 Our Father God! not face to face May mortal sense commune with Thee, Nor lift the curtains of that place Where dwells Thy secret Majesty. Yet whereso'er our spirits bend In rev'rent faith and humble prayer, Thy promised blessing will descend, And we shall find Thy spirit there. 2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet An open gateway into heaven; Here may we sit at Jesus' feet, And feel our deepest sins forgiven. Here may desponding care look up; And sorrow lay its burden down, Or learn, of him, to drink the cup, To bear the cross, and win the crown. 3 Here may the sick and wandering soul To truth still blind, to sin a slave, Find better than Bethesda's pool, Or than Siloam's healing wave. And may we learn, while here apart From the world's passion and its strife; That Thy true shrine's a loving heart, And Thy best praise a holy life! 488. P. M. Anonymous. O Father! Hear. 1 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth, Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth, Strength to the feeble and hope to despair, Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 2 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Wandering alone in the land of the stranger, Be with all travellers in sickness or danger, Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from the snare: Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 3 Hear Thou the poor that cry! Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow, Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow; They are Thy children, their trust is on high: Hear Thou the poor that cry! 4 Dry Thou the mourner's tear! Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection; Grant to the widow and orphan protection; Be in their trouble a friend ever near; Dry Thou the mourner's tear! 6 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended; Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended: When at Thy summons for death we prepare, Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 489. P. M. Bowring. Prayer of a Lowly Spirit. 1 From the recesses of a lowly spirit, Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness; Forgive its weakness! 2 We see Thy hand; it leads us, it supports us: We hear Thy voice; it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away; and still Thy kindness Forgives our blindness. 3 O how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightest To win with love the wandering; Thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4 Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom The seeds of holiness; and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal. 5 Then place them in Thine everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens; Where every flower escaped through death's dark portal, Becomes immortal. 490. L. M. Anonymous. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Father, adored in worlds above! Thy glorious name be hallowed still; Thy kingdom come in truth and love; And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will. 2 Lord, make our daily wants Thy care; Forgive the sins which we forsake; In Thy compassion let us share, As fellow-men of ours partake. 3 Evils beset us every hour; Thy kind protection we implore, Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power, The glory Thine forever more. 491. C. M. Anonymous. Hallowed Be Thy Name. 1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, O my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To His sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce His name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A reverent heart shall please Him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From sinful passion free; And, pure in heart, may I behold A God of purity! 492. L. M. Heber. Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread. 1 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and barren wilderness, And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray For daily bread from day to day. 2 And O, when through the wilds we roam That part us from our heavenly home; When, lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow; 3 Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul can live; And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day! 493. 7s. M. Conder. Deliver Us From Evil. 1 Heavenly Father! to whose eye Future things unfolded lie; Through the desert when I stray Let Thy counsels guide my way. 2 Leave me not, for flesh is frail, Where fierce trials would assail; Leave me not in darkened hour, To withstand the tempter's power. 3 Lord! uphold me day by day; Shed a light upon my way; Guide me through perplexing snares; Care for me in all my cares. 4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree Trials long and sharp for me, Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,-- Father! glorify Thy name. 5 Let me neither faint nor fear, Feeling still that Thou art near; In the course my Saviour trod, Tending home to Thee, my God. 494. 7 & 6s. M. Gaskell. Thine is the Glory Forever. To Thee, the Lord almighty, Our noblest praise we give, Who all things hast created, And blessest all that live; Whose goodness, never-failing Through countless ages gone, Forever and forever Shall still keep shining on. 495. H. M. Sandys. Praise Ye the Lord. 1 All, from the sun's uprise Unto his setting rays, Resound in jubilees The great Creator's praise! Him serve alone; In triumph bring Your gifts, and sing Before His throne! 2 Man drew from man his birth; But God his noble frame, (Built of the ruddy earth,) Filled with celestial flame. His sons we are, By Him are led, Preserved and fed With tender care. 3 Then to His portals press In your divine resorts; With thanks His power profess, And praise Him in His courts. How good! how pure! His mercies last; His promise past Is ever sure. 496. 7s. M. Conder. O Give Thanks Unto the Lord! 1 O, give thanks to Him who made Morning light and evening shade; Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food: Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours! 2 O, give thanks to nature's King, Who made every breathing thing; His our warm and sentient frame; His the mind's immortal flame; O, how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind! 3 O give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship, And all creatures are His care; Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed;--but who can Speak the Father's love to man! 4 O give thanks for him who came, In a mortal, suffering frame, Temple of the Deity;-- Came to bear our souls on high; In the path himself hath trod, Leading back his saints to God. 497. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Thanksgiving. 1 Meet and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Praises to our heavenly King, The God of truth and grace. Join we then in sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join; Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be Thine! 2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise alway, day without night, In songs that never cease. And with them our hearts aspire, On the wings of faith and love, Vying with the heavenly choir, Who chant Thy praise above. 3 Still they sing, with glory crowned, Thanksgiving to Thy name; Lower if our voices sound, Our hymn is still the same; "Glory be to God on high!" So the song of angels ran, And our voices still reply, "Good-will on earth to man!" 498. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Breviary. Hallelujah, For the Lord Reigneth. 1 Hallelujah! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above; Hallelujah! thou repeatest, Angel-host, these notes of love; This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move. 2 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Comfort not the faint and worn; Hallelujah! sounds of sadness Best become the heart forlorn: Our offences We with bitter tears must mourn. 3 But our earnest supplication, Holy God! we raise to Thee; Visit us with Thy salvation, Make us all Thy peace to see! Hallelujah! Ours at length this strain shall be. 499. 7s. M. Montgomery. Praise the Lord! 1 All ye nations, praise the Lord; All ye lands, your voices raise; Heaven and earth, with loud accord, Praise the Lord, forever praise. 2 For His truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of His right hand, Like His own eternity. 3 Praise Him, ye who know His love; Praise Him, from the depths beneath; Praise Him in the heights above; Praise your Maker, all that breathe! 500. C. M. Martineau's Coll. Closing Hymn. O Thou great Spirit! who along The waters first did move, And straight, from warring chaos sprung Light, harmony and love; Upon our waiting spirits brood, Bid all their discord cease, And breathe upon the troubled soul Thy last, best gift of peace! 501. L. M. C. Wesley. The Bread of Life. 1 Father, supply my every need; Sustain the life Thyself hast given; Oh! grant the never-failing bread, The manna that comes down from heaven! 2 The gracious fruits of righteousness, Thy blessings' unexhausted store, In me abundantly increase, Nor ever let me hunger more! 502. 7s. M. Bowring. The Pilgrim's Prayer. 1 Lead us with Thy gentle sway, As a willing child is led; Speed us on our upward way, As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped, Who with prayers and helps divine Seeks a consecrated shrine. 2 Lead us, Father! Thou dost know All the way; but, wanderers, we Often miss our way below, And stretch out our hands to Thee; Guide us, save us, and prepare Our appointed mansion there! 503. L. M. Univ. Coll. Close of Worship. 1 Ere to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, Thy grace once more, O God, we crave, From folly and from sin to save. 2 May the great truths we here have heard-- The lessons of Thy holy word-- Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep, And all our souls from error keep. 3 Oh! may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above. 504. C. M. Anonymous. Peace Be Unto This House. 1 Lord of the families below! To Thee our prayers we send; Do Thou from danger and from woe This dwelling-place defend. 2 Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest; Here let Thy love abide! Our every joy in Thee more blest, Each sorrow sanctified. 3 May our petitions when we meet, And every secret prayer, Come up before Thy mercy-seat, And find acceptance there. 4 Teach us, with hearts made one in love, To do Thy pure commands; And give us, in Thy time, above, A house not made with hands. 505. 7s. M. C. Wesley. Brotherly Love. 1 Lord! subdue our selfish will; Each to each our tempers suit, By Thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute. 2 Sweetly on our spirits move; Gently touch the trembling strings; Make the harmony of love, Music for the King of kings! 506. S. M. Anonymous. The Hour of Prayer. 1 It is the hour of prayer: Draw near and bend the knee, And fill the calm and holy air With voice of melody! O'erwearied with the heat And burden of the day, Now let us rest our wandering feet, And gather here to pray. 2 The dark and deadly blight That walks at noontide hour, The midnight arrow's secret flight, O'er us have had no power: But smiles from loving eyes Have been around our way, And lips on which a blessing lies Have bidden us to pray. 3 O, blessed is the hour That lifts our hearts on high! Like sunlight when the tempests lower, Prayer to the soul is nigh; Though dark may be our lot, Our eyes be dim with care, These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer. 507. L. M. Anonymous. Hymn of a Household. 1 For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord, The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven, Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word, And answered prayers, and sins forgiven. 2 Whene'er we tread on danger's height, Or walk temptation's slippery way, Be still, to lead our steps aright, Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay! 3 Be ours Thy blessed presence still; United hearts, unchanging love; No thought that contradicts Thy will, No wish that centres not above! 4 And since we must be parted here, Support us when the hour shall come; Dry gently Thou the mourner's tear, Rejoin us in our heavenly home. 508. C. M. Anonymous. Family Evening Worship. 1 Now from the altar of our hearts Let warmest thanks arise; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our evening sacrifice. 2 This day our God has been our sun, Our keeper and our guide, His arm around our weakness thrown, His angels at our side. 3 Moments and mercies multiplied Have made up all the day; Moments came fast, but mercies were More swift and free than they. 4 New hours, new blessings, and new joys, Do a new song require; Till we can praise Thee as we should, Accept our hearts' desire! 509. L. M. S. S. Cutting. Family Hymn. Evening. 1 Father, we bless the gentle care That watches o'er us day by day, That guards us from the tempter's snare, And guides us in the heavenward way:-- We bless Thee for the tender love That mingles all our hearts in one,-- The music of the soul;--above 'Tis purer spirits' unison. 2 Father, 'tis evening's solemn hour, And cast we now our cares on Thee; Darkly the storm may round us lower, Peace is within,--Christ makes us free;-- And when life's toil and joy are o'er, And evening gathers on its sky, Our circle broke,--we sing no more,-- O, may we meet and sing on high. 510. L. M. Moore. The Spirit of God Moved Upon the Waters. 1 Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light; 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit, dark and lost before; And freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there! 3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire, But when he swept its chords along, E'en angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies. 511. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Anonymous. Calls of the Spirit. 1 Brother, will you slight the message Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence, O how tender, Every line how full of love! Heavenly accents Full of strength and peace and love! 2 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And with deepest consolation Chase away the falling tears; Tender heralds, Blessed he their word who hears! 3 Holy angels, hovering round us! Waiting spirits! speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay, That our spirits Glad the message will obey. 512. L. M. Anonymous. In Spiritual Deadness. 1 O Thou, who all things dost control, Chase this dead slumber from my soul! With reverent joy, with loving awe, Give me to keep Thy perfect law. 2 O, let a ray from Thy pure light Pierce through the gathering shades of night! Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, And holy conquering faith inspire. 3 This deadly slumber when I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal, Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, And wake me, that I sleep no more! 513. L. M. Wesleyan. Seeking Rest. 1 O Thou, in whom the weary find Alone their permanent repose; Send light into my doubting mind, Relieve my fears, assuage my woes; O let my soul on Thee be cast, Till sin's fierce tyranny be past. 2 Far, far from Thee, O God, removed, Long have I wandered to and fro; O'er earth in endless circles roved, Nor found whereon to rest below; Back unto Thee, at last, I fly: Save! for the waters still are high. 3 Selfish pursuits and pleasure's maze, The things of earth, for Thee I leave; Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace, Into the ark of love receive; Take this poor fluttering soul to rest, And still it, Father, on Thy breast. 4 Fill with inviolable peace; 'Stablish in faith my restless heart; In Thee let all my wanderings cease, From Thee may I no more depart; Never again from Thee remove, Loved with an everlasting love! 514. 10s. M. Dr. Tuckerman. My Heaven in Thee. 1 Father divine, this deadening power control, Which to the senses binds the immortal soul; O break this bondage, Lord! I would be free, And in my soul would find my heaven, in Thee. 2 My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heaven To the immortal soul can e'er be given; O, let Thy kingdom now within me come, And as above, so here, Thy will be done! 3 My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find-- My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned; No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair, For where my God is found, my heaven is there. 515. S. M. Wesleyan. Watch and Pray, Lest Ye Enter into Temptation. 1 Father, this slumber shake From off my heavy soul! Say to me now,--awake! awake! And I will make thee whole! 2 Touch with Thy strengthening hand; Arouse me in this hour; And make me fully understand The thunder of Thy power. 3 Give me on Thee to call; Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall, And cast my shield away. 4 For each assault prepared And watchful may I be, Forever standing on my guard, And looking unto Thee. 516. S. M. C. Wesley. For Help in Temptation. 1 Thou seest my feebleness; Father! be Thou my power, My help and refuge in distress, My fortress and my tower! 2 Give me to trust in Thee; Be Thou my sure abode; My helm and sword and buckler be, My Saviour and my God! 3 Myself I cannot save, Myself I cannot keep; But strength in Thee I surely have, Whose eyelids never sleep. 4 My soul to Thee alone, For always, I commend; Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own, And lovest to the end. 517. S. M. C. Wesley. Aspiration. 1 O come and dwell in me, Spirit of power within! And bring Thy glorious liberty From sorrow, fear and sin. 2 The inward, deep disease, Spirit of Health, remove! Spirit of perfect Holiness! Spirit of perfect Love! 3 Hasten the joyful day Which shall all sin consume; When old things shall be done away, And all things new become! 518. C. M. Wesleyan. Desires for Holiness. 1 O, for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that always feels how good, Thou, Lord, hast been to me. 2 O for an humble, trustful heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Him who dwells within;-- 3 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, Conformed, O Lord, to Thine. 4 Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; O, write Thy name upon my heart! Thy name, O God, is love. 519. S. M. Mrs. Hemans. For Heavenly Thoughts. 1 Come to me, thoughts of heaven! My fainting spirit bear On your bright wings, by morning given, Up to celestial air, Away, far, far away, From thoughts by passion given, Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day, O blessed thoughts of heaven! 2 Come in my tempted hour, Sweet thoughts! and yet again O'er sinful wish and memory, shower Your soft effacing rain; Waft me where gales divine With dark clouds ne'er have striven; Where living founts forever shine; O blessed Thoughts of heaven! 520. C. M. Bath Coll. Prayer for Faith. 1 O, for a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe! 2 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt;-- 3 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. 521. C. M. Montgomery. Prayer for Submission. 1 One prayer I have,--all prayers in one, When I am wholly Thine; Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, And let that will be mine. 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In Thee I firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember that to Thee Whate'er I have I owe; And back in gratitude from me May all Thy bounties flow. 4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed, When in Thy service spent. 5 And though Thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign Thy will? No, let me bless Thy name, and say "The Lord is gracious still." 6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed, And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest. 522. C. M. C. Wesley. For the Divine Presence. 1 Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal, While here on earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindlings of Thy love. 2 With Thee conversing, we forget All toil and time and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou art present there. 3 Here then, our God, be pleased to stay, And bid our hearts rejoice; Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway, And echo to Thy voice. 4 Thou callest us to seek Thy face; Thy face, O God, we seek, Attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak. 523. C. M. Wesley. Struggling Upward. 1 Father divine, our wants relieve In this our evil day; To all Thy tempted children give The power to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last, Long as the cross we bear, O, let our souls on Thee be cast, In never-ceasing prayer! 3 Thy spirit of untroubled peace Give us in faith to claim, To wrestle till we see Thy face, And know Thy hidden name. 4 Till Thou Thy perfect love impart, Till Thou Thyself bestow, Be this the cry of every heart,-- I will not let Thee go; 5 I will not let Thee go, unless Thou tell Thy name to me; With all Thy great salvation bless, And make me all like Thee. 6 Then let us, on the mountain top, Behold Thine unveiled face, Where faith in sight is swallowed up, And prayer in endless praise. 524. 7 & 6s. M. Wesleyan. Longing for Rest in God. 1 O almighty God of love! Thy holy arm display; Send us succor from above, Against the evil day; Arm our weakness with Thy power; Put Thy strength our hearts within; Be our stronghold and our tower Against the assaults of sin. 2 Could we of Thy strength take hold, And always feel Thee near, Confident, divinely bold, Our souls would know no fear. Nothing could their firmness shock; Though the gates of hell assail, Were we built upon the rock They never could prevail. 3 Thou would'st, in the trying hour, A sure protection be, Guard us from temptation's power, And fix our souls on Thee. Lord, on Thee our trust is placed; Never thence may we remove; In the arms of love embraced, Thine everlasting love. 525. S. M. * Why Art Thou Cast Down, My Soul? 1 We pray for truth and peace; With weary hearts we ask Some rest in which our souls may cease From life's perplexing task. We weep--yet none is found; We weep--yet hope grows faint;-- And deeper in its mournful sound Goes up our wild complaint. 2 Only to living faith The promises are shown; And by the love that passes death The rest is won alone. Be ours the earnest heart, Be ours the steady will, To work in silent trust our part; For God is working still. 3 Then newer lights shall rise Above these clouds of sin, And heaven's unfolding mysteries To glad our souls begin. Our hearts from fear and wrong Shall win their full release, With God's own might forever strong, And calm with God's own peace. 526. C. M. Anonymous. Prayer for Faith. 1 That might of faith, O Lord! bestow, Which cannot ask in vain; Which will not let the angel go Until the prayer it gain. 2 On me the faith divine bestow Which doth the mountain move; And all my spotless life shall show The omnipotence of love. 3 And, Father, when I doubt that I Can live, and sin no more; Then if on Thee I dare rely, The faith shall bring the power. 527. L. M. Anonymous. For Self-Renunciation. 1 Father of might, my bonds I feel, And long for perfect liberty; I would deny my selfish will, And, Father, give up all to Thee! 2 O, with Thy strength my weakness fill! That strength shall every foe subdue; The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill, The wishes to the cross untrue. 3 A sinless mind in me reveal, Thy spirit's fulness, Lord, impart! Till all my spotless life shall tell The abundance of a loving heart. 4 So shall I own Thy perfect sway, And, sitting humbly at Thy feet, Thy law with all my heart obey, And all my soul to Thee submit. 528. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Dedication to God. 1 Holy Father, Thou hast taught me I should live to Thee alone; Year by year, Thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, Thou hast found me; When I doubted, sent me light; Still Thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in Thy sight. 2 In the world will foes assail me, Craftier, stronger far than I; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come, believing Thou canst give the power I need; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength,--the spirit's strength indeed. 3 I would trust in Thy protecting, Wholly rest upon Thine arm, Follow wholly Thy directing, Thou mine only guard from harm! Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to Thee when tried, Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at Thy side! 529. L. M. Doddridge. The Patient Waiting upon God. 1 Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, And let His word support your souls; Well can He bear your courage up, And all your foes and fears control. 2 He waits His own well-chosen hour The intended mercy to display; And His paternal pities move, While wisdom dictates the delay. 3 Blest are the humble souls that wait With sweet submission to His will; Harmonious all their passions move, And in the midst of storms are still;-- 4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice Wakens their silence into songs; Then earth grows vocal with His praise, And heaven the grateful shout prolongs. 530. L. M. C. Wesley. God Our Deliverer. 1 God of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head! 2 In all my ways Thy hand I own, Thy ruling providence I see: Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to Thee. 3 Whither, oh whither should I fly, But to my loving Father's breast; Secure within Thine arms to lie, And safe beneath Thy wings to rest! 4 I have no skill the snare to shun, But Thou, O God, my wisdom art; I ever into ruin run: But Thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and ignorant, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving Thee alone. 531. C. M. * The Power of Trust. 1 My God! in life's most doubtful hour, In sharpest pains of death, Who waits on Thee hath peace and power; Thou present help of faith! 2 Thy crown of joy upon his head, Thy light upon his face, Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread, On to the happy place. 3 And though the cross were sharp and high, The lifted Lord could see The souls he loved drawn nearer by His love's last energy. 4 Help me, O God! to seek--to win, Through struggles and through prayer, The faith which frees my soul from sin, And brings Thy blessing there. 5 So shall my cross of conquered shame My fainting brothers raise, So Thy triumphant mercy flame Around my path of praise. 6 And earth, with all its pain and toil, By love's pure presence blest, Shall wear the calm celestial smile Of heaven's eternal rest. 532. C. M. Anonymous. Through Cross to Light. 1 Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross Of every trial here Shall lift thee to thy heaven above, But shall not enter there. 2 Bear on, my soul! on God rely; Deliverance will come; A thousand ways the Father hath To bring His children home. 3 And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide, Hast kindly led me on; Taught me to rest my fainting head Upon Thy heart alone. 4 So comforted and so sustained, With dark events I strove, And found, when rightly understood, All, messengers of love. 533. 11 & 10s. M. * THE MIGHT OF FAITH. 1 We will not weep; for God is standing by us, And tears will blind us to the blessed sight; We will not doubt,--if darkness still doth try us, Our souls have promise of serenest light. 2 We will not faint,--if heavy burdens bind us, They press no harder than our souls can bear, The thorniest way is lying still behind us, We shall be braver for the past despair. 3 O, not in doubt shall be our journey's ending, Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last, All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending, Life shall be with us when the Death is past. 4 Help us, oh Father!--when the world is pressing On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend, Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessing Strengthen our weakness,--till the joyful end. 534. 8 & 7s. M. Montgomery. Faith. 1 Call the Lord thy sure salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismayed! 2 There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare, Guile nor violence shall harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. 3 There, though winds and waves are swelling, God, thy hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall. 4 He shall charge His angel legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 5 Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection He shall shield thee from above. 535. 8 & 7s. M. Moravian. Bearing the Reproach of Christ. 1 Cross, reproach, and tribulation, Ye to me are welcome guests, When I have this consolation, That my soul in Jesus rests. 2 The reproach of Christ is glorious; Those who here his burden bear In the end shall prove victorious, And eternal gladness share. 3 Bear then the reproach of Jesus, Ye who live a life of faith! Lift triumphant songs and praises, Even in martyrdom and death. 4 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, Are our honorable crowns; Pain is peace, and shame is glory, Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. 536. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. Faith. 1 Let the world despise and leave me,-- Once they left my Saviour too; Let all human hopes deceive me, Thou wilt never be untrue; And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might! Foes may hate and friends disown me, Yet the darkness shall be light. 2 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn and pain! In Thy service pain is pleasure, With Thy favor loss is gain. I have learned to call Thee Father, I have fixed my heart on Thee; Storms may howl and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Thou canst give me sweetest rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee! 537. L. M. Doddridge. Seeing the Invisible. 1 Eternal and immortal King! Thy peerless splendors none can bear; But darkness veils seraphic eyes, When God with all his glory's there. 2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom, The great Invisible can see; And with its tremblings mingle joy, In fixed regard, great GOD! to Thee. 3 Then every tempting form of sin, Shamed in Thy presence, disappears; And all the glowing raptured soul The likeness it contemplates, wears. 4 O ever conscious to my heart! Witness to its supreme desire: Behold it presseth on to Thee, For it hath caught the heavenly fire. 5 This one petition would it urge-- To bear Thee ever in its sight; In life, in death, in worlds unknown, Its only portion and delight! 538. C. M. Breviary. Faith, Hope, and Love. 1 Supreme disposer of the heart! Thou, since the world was made, Hast the blest fruits of holiness To holy hearts displayed. 2 Here, hope and faith their links unite With love in one sweet chain; But when all fleeting things are past, Love shall alone remain. 3 O love! O true and fadeless light! And shall it ever be, That after all our toils and tears Thy sabbath we shall see? 4 'Mid thousand fears and dangers now We sow our seed, with prayer, But know that joyful hands shall reap The shining harvests there. 5 O God of justice, God of power! Our faith and hope increase, And crown them, in the future years, With endless love and peace. 539. 7s. M. Wesleyan. Christian Love. 1 Father! we look up to Thee; Let us in Thy love agree; Thou, who art the God of peace, Bid contention ever cease. 2 Make us of one heart and mind, Self-forgetful, true and kind; Strong, yet meek in thought and word, Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord. 3 Let us for each other care, Each the other's burden bear; Ready, when reviled, to bless; Studious of the law of peace. 4 Father! all our souls inspire, Fill us with love's sacred fire; Guided by that blessed light, Order all our steps aright. 5 Free from anger, free from pride, Let us thus in Thee abide; All the depths of love express,-- All the heights of holiness. 540. S. M. Montgomery. The Sower. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o'er the land! Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Drop it upon the rock! 2 The good, the fruitful ground Expect not here nor there; O'er hill and dale and plain 'tis found, Go forth, then, everywhere! And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky; Then when the glorious end, The day of God, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, At heaven's great harvest-home. 541. L. M. Watts. Press Onward to the Mark. 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone. Awake and run the heavenly 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, That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 From Thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust in human strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 542. S. M. Anonymous. The Whole Armor of God. 1 Followers of Christ! arise, And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies To each obedient son. 2 Stand forth in His great might, With all His strength endued; But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God. 3 And, above all, lay hold Of faith's victorious shield; Armed with that adamant and gold, Ye cannot lose the field. 4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take every virtue, every grace, And consecrate the whole. 5 That having all things done, And conquered in the strife, To nobler service ye pass on, And an undying life! 543. S. M. Heath. Conflict. 1 My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 O, watch, and strive, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To His divine abode. 544. 7s. M. Neale. Bearing the Cross. 1 Every bird that upward springs Bears the Cross upon his wings; We without it cannot rise Upward to our native skies. 2 Every ship that meets the waves By the Cross their fury braves; We, on life's wide ocean tossed, If we have it not are lost. 3 Hope it gives us when distrest, When we faint it gives us rest; Satan's craft, and Satan's might, By the Cross are put to flight. 4 That from sin earth might be free, Jesus bore it; so must we; Ne'er through faintness lay it down: First the Cross, and then the crown! 545. C. M. Heber. In the Day of Distress. 1 Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky, The darkness and the day, Oh listen to Thy children's cry, And help us when we pray! 2 For wide the waves of bitterness Around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the burdened heart, To view the rocky shore. 3 The cross our Master bore for us, For him we fain would bear; But mortal strength to weakness turns, And courage to despair! 4 Have mercy on our failings, Lord! Our sinking faith renew! And when his sorrows visit us, O send his patience too. 546. C. M. Doddridge. God Tempers the Wind to the Shorn Lamb. 1 Great ruler of all nature's frame, We own Thy power divine; We hear Thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are Thine. 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work Thy sovereign will; And awed by Thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still. 3 Thy mercy tempers every blast To those who seek Thy face; And mingles with the tempest's roar The whispers of Thy grace. 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease; And gales of Paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace. 547. S. M. Montgomery. The Bow in the Cloud. 1 Out of the depths of woe, To Thee, O Lord, I cry; Darkness surrounds Thee, but I know That Thou art ever nigh. 2 Like them whose longing eyes Watch till the morning star, Though late and seen through tempests, rise, Heaven's portals to unbar,-- 3 Like them I watch and pray; And though it tarry long, Catch the first gleam of welcome day Then burst into a song. 4 Glory to God above! The waters soon will cease; For lo, the swift returning dove Brings home the sign of peace. 5 Though storms Thy face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Thy holy covenant is sure; Thy bow is in the cloud! 548. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery. In Time of Tribulation. 1 In time of tribulation, Hear, Lord, our earnest cries; With humble supplication To Thee the spirit flies. 2 Remembered songs of gladness, Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deepest sadness, And stir desponding thought. 3 Hath God cast off forever? Can time His truth impair? His tender mercy never Shall we presume to share? 4 Hath He His loving-kindness Shut up in bitter wrath? No! it is human blindness, That cannot see His path. 5 We'll call to recollection The years of Thy right hand, And, strong in Thy protection, Again through Faith we stand. 6 Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known; But let earth's sons and daughters Confide in Thee alone! 7 Through the wild sea Thou leddest Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the wave thou treadest, And Thy redeemed pass o'er. 549. 6 & 5s. M. Montgomery. I Will Extol Thee, O Lord! 1 Yea, I will extol Thee, Lord of Life and light! For Thine arm upheld me, Turned my foes to flight. 2 I implored Thy succor, Thou wast swift to save, To heal my wounded spirit, And bring me from the grave. 3 Grief may, like the pilgrim, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return. 4 Thou hast turned my mourning Into minstrelsy; Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free. 5 Thee my ransomed powers Henceforth shall adore; Thee, my great Deliverer, Bless forevermore! 550. S. M. Breviary. Morning Hymn. 1 Behold, night's shadows fade, And morn is in the skies! To Him by whom all things were made Our aspirations rise. 2 To break this deathly trance Help us, our God, our stay! Give the freed spirit utterance, Its languors charm away! 3 So sin shall cease to reign, So safety shall be nigh; Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains Of death, in victory! 551. C. M. Anonymous. Morning Hymn. 1 Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, My guard, my guide from sin, My life, my trust, my light divine, To keep me pure within. 2 Pure as the air, when day's first light A cloudless sky illumes, And active as the lark that soars Till heaven shines round its plumes. 3 So may my soul, upon the wings Of faith, unwearied rise, Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 'Midst light from Paradise. 552. 12 & 11s. M. Anonymous. Vesper Hymn. 1 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea; And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee. 2 For oft would'st thou wander alone on the mountain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave; Now, filling our souls from thy light's ceaseless fountain; Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save. 3 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o'er night's deep, Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow, And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep. 553. 10 & 4s. M. Anonymous. Vespers. 1 Father supreme! Thou high and holy One, To Thee we bow; Now, when the labor of the day is done, Devoutly, now. 2 From age to age unchanging, still the same All-good Thou art; Hallowed forever be Thy reverend name In every heart! 3 When the glad morn upon the hills was spread, Thy smile was there; Now, as the darkness gathers overhead, We feel Thy care. 4 Night spreads her shade upon another day Forever past; So o'er our faults, Thy love, we humbly pray A veil may cast. 5 Silence and sleep, o'er hearts by earth distrest, Now sweetly steal; So every fear that struggles in the breast Shall faith conceal. 6 Thou through the dark will watch above our sleep With eye of love; And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap The hills above. 7 O, may each heart its gratitude express As life expands, And find the triumph of its happiness In Thy commands! 554. 8 & 7s. M. Martineau's Coll. Evening Hymn. 1 On the dewy breath of even Thousand odors mingling rise, Borne like incense up to heaven,-- Nature's evening sacrifice. 2 With her fragrant offerings blending, Let our glad thanksgivings be To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,-- Incense of our hearts to Thee. 3 Thou, whose favors without number All our days with gladness bless, Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber, Guard our hours of helplessness. 4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping In the outer courts of death, Safe beneath a Father's keeping, Calm we rest in perfect faith. 555. 7s. M. Doddridge. Night. 1 While the stars unnumbered roll Round the ever-constant pole, Far above these spangled skies All my thoughts to God shall rise. 2 From on high He shall impart Secret comfort to my heart; He in these serenest hours Guide my spiritual powers. 3 He His spirit doth diffuse, Sweeter far than midnight dews; Lifting all my thoughts above, On the wings of faith and love. 4 What if death my sleep invade;-- Should I be of death afraid? Whilst encircled by Thine arm, Death may strike, but cannot harm. 5 Visions brighter than the morn Greet the deathless spirit born; See, the guardian angel nigh Waits to waft my soul on high! 6 With Thy heavenly presence blest, Death is life, and labor, rest; Welcome sleep or death to me, Still secure, for still with Thee! 556. 11s. M. Breviary. Even-Song. 1 Be near us, O Father! through night's silent hour; Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine; Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower, That even our still sleep may have something of Thine. 2 O watch o'er our couch; drive the tempter away; From the sins that corrupt and betray keep us free; That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion shall stray, And we dream not a thought that's displeasing to Thee. 3 And grant, when deep sleep o'er our senses shall close, That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear; Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the repose That, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear. 4 Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay; Still to Thee we will offer love's infinite store; Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray; Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore! 557. C. M. Breviary. Our Guard By Night. 1 Lord of the world, who hast preserved Us safely through this day, Now guard us in the silent night, And in all time, we pray! 2 Be present, in Thy peace, to those Who as Thy suppliants wait; Blot out the record of our sin; Our gloom illuminate! 3 Let not, amid our hours of sleep, Life's enemy steal in; Let not a vision of the night Have power to whisper sin. 4 Guard every avenue from guile, When slumber seals our eyes; And guiltless as we laid us down, So guiltless let us rise. 558. 11s. M. Breviary. Hymn of Night. 1 Creator of all! through whose all-seeing might This ponderous globe to its hour is true, Thou glad'st us each morn with the vision of light, And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew. 2 The toils of the day are now brought to their end, And night is preparing her balm for our eyes; Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend; Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise! 3 We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over all Is enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway, That Thy grace still may shine, 'mid the glooms that appal, As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way. 4 Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake, Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows; Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake, And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose! 5 From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free, And still rest on our God, unpolluted and clear; So the tempter shall flee; nor our slumbers endure One pang of remorse or one shudder of fear. 559. L. M. Breviary. Night-Watches. 1 Throughout the hours of darkness dim, Still let us watch and raise the hymn; And in deep midnight's awful calm, Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm. 2 Amid the silence, else so drear, Think the Almighty leans to hear; Well pleased to list, at such a time, The wakeful heart, in praise sublime. 3 Still watch and pray and raise the hymn, Throughout the hours of darkness dim! God will not spurn the humblest guest, But give us of His holy rest. 4 Glory to God, who is in heaven! Praise to His blessed Son be given! Thee, holy spirit, we implore, Be with us now and evermore! 560. 7s. M. Wesleyan. Communion Hymn. 1 Jesus, we thy promise claim; We are met in thy dear name; In the midst do thou appear, Manifest thy presence here! Sanctify us, Lord, and bless; Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace; Thou thyself within us move; Make our feast a feast of love! 2 Give to us thy humble mind, Patient, fearless, just and kind; Meek and lowly let us be, Full of goodness, full of thee. Still, O Lord, our faith increase, Give to us the fruits of peace, Utterly abolish sin, Write thy law of love within. 3 Hence may all our actions flow, Love, the proof that Christ we know; Mutual love the token be, Lord, that we have walked with thee! Love, thine image, love impart, Stamp its impress on each heart, Only love to us be given, Lord, we ask no other heaven. 561. 7s. M. Wesleyan. Communion Hymn. 1 Partners of a glorious hope, Lift your hearts and voices up! Nobly let us bear the strife, Keep the holiness, of life; 2 Still forget the things behind, Follow Christ in heart and mind, To the mark unwearied press, Seize the crown of righteousness. 3 Jesus, fill us with thy love, Never from our souls remove, Heart to heart unite and bless, Keep us in thy perfect peace! 4 In our lives our faith be known, Faith by holy actions shown; Faith that mountains can remove, Faith that always works by love. 562. 7 & 6s. M. German. O Sacred Head! 1 O sacred head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, So scornfully surrounded, With thorns thine only crown; How art thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How do those features languish Which once were fair as morn! 2 What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest friend, For this thy dying sorrow, This love that knew no end! O, make me thine forever! And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to thee! 563. L. M. Anonymous. Christ a Quickening Spirit. 1 We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead, And, quickened, would ascend to thee, Redeemed from sin, set free indeed Into thy glorious liberty. 2 We cast behind fear, sin and death; With thee we seek the things above; Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe, Of power, of calmness, and of love. 3 The power, 'mid worldliness and sin, To do, in all, our Father's will; Like thee, the victory to win, And bid each tempting voice be still. 4 The calmness perfect faith inspires, Which waiteth patiently and long; The love which faileth not, nor tires, Triumphant over every wrong. 5 Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord, Thy perfect life in us reveal, And help us, as we live to God, Still more and more with man to feel. 564. C. M. * The New Commandment. 1 Beneath the shadow of the cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blessed word of love. 2 O bond of union, strong and deep! O bond of perfect peace! Not even the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this. 3 Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, "And the sweet tasks of love." 565. L. M. Doddridge. Close of the Year. 1 God of eternity! from Thee Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years, Revolve by Thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and swift they glide away: Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts To know the price of every hour, That time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power. 566. 7s. M. Newton. New Year. 1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year To the souls assembling here: Clothe Thy word with power divine, Make us willing to be Thine. 2 Where Thou hast Thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, Wipe away the mourner's tears. 3 Bless us all, both old and young; Call forth praise from every tongue: Let our whole assembly prove All Thy power and all Thy love! 567. L. M. Anonymous. Thanksgiving Hymn. 1 Father of mercies! God of peace! Being whose bounties never cease! While to the heavens, in grateful tones, Ascend our mingled orisons, Listen to these, the notes of praise, Which we, a happy people, raise! 2 Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care, Abodes of peace and plenty are; Our tillage by Thy blessing yields An hundred fold from ripened fields: And flowing grain, and burthened vine, Are tokens of Thy Love divine. 3 The cradled head of infancy Doth owe its tranquil rest to Thee; Youth's doubting step, man's firmer tread, In years mature, by Thee are led; Secure may trembling age, oh Lord! Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word. 4 Teach us these blessings to improve, Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love; Exalt our hearts, that we may see The Giver of all good in Thee; And be Thy word our daily food, Thy service, Lord, our greatest good. 568. 7s. M. Mary W. Hale. Christmas. 1 When in silence, o'er the deep, Darkness kept its deathlike sleep, Soon as God His mandate spoke, Light in wondrous beauty broke. 2 But a beam of holier light Gilded Bethlehem's lonely night, When the glory of the Lord, Mercy's sunlight, shone abroad. 3 "Peace on earth, good-will to men." Burst the glorious anthem then; Angels, bending from above, Joined that strain of holy love. 4 Floating o'er the waves of time, Comes to us that song sublime, Bearing to the pilgrim's ear Words to soothe, sustain, and cheer. 5 For creation's blessed light, Praise to Thee, Thou God of might! Seraph-strains Thy name should bless For the Sun of Righteousness! 569. P. M. Longfellow. Ordination. 1 Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more, If thou wouldst perfect be; Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, And come and follow me!" 2 Within this temple, Christ again, unseen, Those sacred words has said; And his invisible hands to-day have been Laid on a young man's head. 3 And evermore beside him on his way, The unseen Christ shall move, That he may lean upon his arm and say, "Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?" 4 Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, To make the scene more fair; Beside him in the dark Gethsemane Of pain and midnight prayer. 5 O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John, To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on! 570. 7s. M. C. Wesley. At Sea. 1 Lord! whom winds and seas obey, Guide us through the watery way; In the hollow of Thy hand, Hide and bring us safe to land. 2 Father, let our faithful mind Rest, on Thee alone reclined: Every anxious thought repress, Keep our souls in perfect peace. 3 Keep the friends whom now we leave; Bid them to each other cleave; Bid them walk on life's rough sea, Bid them come, by faith, to Thee. 4 Save, till all these tempests end, All who on Thy love depend; Waft our happy spirits o'er; Land us on the heavenly shore. 571. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney. Prayer for the Sailor. 1 When the parting bosom bleeds, When their native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes them to her trust again, Father! view the sailor's woe-- Guide them wheresoe'er they go. 2 When the lonely watch they keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear them daily on their course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on their head. 3 When the Sabbath's peaceful ray O'er the ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be Sabbath to the unresting sea. 4 When the raging billows dark Thunder round the storm-tossed bark, Thou who on the whelming wave Didst the loved disciples save, Thou canst hear them when they pray,-- Jesus, Saviour, be their stay! 572. L. M. C. Wesley. The Sailor's Hymn. 1 Lord of the wide-extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose Spirit leads believing souls; 2 Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine; We own Thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in Thine immensity! 3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore, Thine everlasting truth we prove, The wondrous heights of boundless power, The unfathomable depths of love. 4 Infinite God, Thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand The measured waters sink and rise. 5 And here Thine unknown paths we trace, Which dark to human eyes appear: While through the mighty waves we pass Faith only sees that God is here. 573. C. M. H. K. White. In a Storm. 1 The Lord our God is full of might, The winds obey His will; He speaks, and in His heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts His awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine; Without His high behest, Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait His nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God! 574. L. M. E. H. Chapin. For a Charitable Occasion. 1 When long the soul had slept in chains And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old-- By shady mount and peaceful lake, A meek and lowly stranger came, The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and suffering blessed his name. 2 He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain; By famed Bethesda's mystic pool, And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest The light of better life he shed. 3 Father, the spirit Jesus knew We humbly ask of Thee to-night, That we may be disciples too Of him whose way was love and light. Bright be the places where we tread Amid earth's suffering and its poor, Until that day when tears are shed, And broken sighs are heard, no more. 575. C. M. W. Croswell. He Went About Doing Good. 1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent, Like his, upon the poor. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 For Thou hast placed us side by side In this wide world of ill; And that Thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still. 576. 7 & 6s. M. E. H. Chapin. Triumph of Temperance. 1 Now, host with host assembling, The victory we win; Lo! on his throne sits trembling That old and giant Sin; Like chaff by strong winds scattered, His banded strength has gone, His charmed cup lies shattered, And still the cry is--"On." 2 Our fathers' God, our keeper! Be Thou our strength divine! Thou sendest forth the reaper, The harvest all is Thine. Roll on, roll on this gladness, Till, driven from every shore, The drunkard's sin and madness Shall smite the earth no more! 577. L. M. Sargent. Temperance Hymn. 1 Slavery and death the cup contains; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing, Whose power the giant fiend obeys; What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound; The wife regains a husband freed! The orphan clasps a father found! 4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind; Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. 578. 11 & 10s. M. Whittier. True Worship and Undefiled. 1 O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! The holier worship, which God deigns to bless, Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless. 2 Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother! For where love dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other; Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. 3 Follow, with reverent steps, the great example Of him whose holy work was doing good: So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. 4 Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war-music o'er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. 579. 11s. M. J. G. Adams. The Angel in the Prison. 1 God's angels! not only on high do they sing, And soar through our skies with invisible wing; But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lie Its sin-stricken children to struggle and die. 2 They come, in their mercy and power, to dispel The spectres of gloom from the prisoner's cell; In love's name to say to the stricken one there, That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer. 3 And strong grows the heart of the outcast--and soon In that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon; The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven, Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven. 4 God's angels! Love speed them o'er earth's wide domain! New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain; Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire, And humanity's groans in her praises expire. 5 For the promise of truth--though the doubting deny-- Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high; Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow, With the angels above, or the angels below. 580. L. M. Aikin. In Time of War. 1 While sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground, To Thee we look, on Thee we call, The Parent and the Lord of all. 2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind The image of a heaven-born mind, And in a Father's wide embrace Hast cherished all the kindred race; 3 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, the furious wind, O bid the human tempest cease, And hush the maddening world to peace. 4 With reverence may each hostile land Hear and obey that high command, Thy Son's blest errand from above-- "My children, live in mutual love!" 581. 7s. M. Mrs. Follen. Prayer for the Slave. 1 Lord! deliver; Thou canst save; Save from evil, Mighty God! Hear--oh! hear the kneeling slave; Break--oh! break th' oppressor's rod. 2 May the captive's pleading fill All the earth, and all the sky; Every other voice be still, While he pleads with God on high. 3 He, whose ear is everywhere, Who doth silent sorrow see, Will regard the captive's prayer, Will from bondage set him free. 4 From the tyranny within, Save Thy children, Lord! we pray; Chains of iron, chains of sin, Cast, forever cast away. 5 Love to man, and love to God, Are the weapons of our war; These can break th' oppressor's rod-- Burst the bonds that we abhor. 582. 12s. M. Whittier. Freedom. 1 May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to God; Wherever from kindred, torn rudely apart, Comes the sorrowful wail of the broken of heart. 2 Wherever the shackles of tyranny bind In silence and darkness the God-given mind, There, Lord, speed it onward! the truth shall be felt, The bonds shall be loosened, the iron will melt. 3 Help us turn from the cavil of creeds, to unite Once again for the poor, in defence of the Right, Unappalled by the danger, the shame, or the pain, And counting each trial for Truth as our gain. 583. P.M. Anonymous. Daughter of Zion. 1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. 584. S. M. Johns. The Kingdom of Love. 1 Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. 2 Over our spirits first Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst, That never pains again. 3 Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. 4 Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family. 585. C. M. Montgomery. Unity. 1 The glorious universe around, The heavens 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 God in creation thus displays His wisdom and His might; While all His works with all His ways Harmoniously unite. 4 In one fraternal bond of love, One fellowship of mind, The saints below and saints above Their bliss and glory find. 5 Here, in their house of pilgrimage, Thy statutes are their song; There, through one bright, eternal age, Thy praises they prolong. 6 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. 586. P. M. Anonymous. Peace Everywhere. 1 Nature hath seasons of repose; Her slumbering clouds and quiet sky; And many a bright-faced stream that flows Forever noiselessly. 2 The stormy winds are hushed to rest, And hang self-poised upon their wings; And nursed on mother nature's breast, Flowers lie like sleeping things. 3 The ocean, that in mountains ran, Spreads boundlessly without a wave; And is it only said of man, His peace is in the grave? 4 Oh! for the coming of the end, The last long Sabbath-day of time, When peace from heaven shall descend, Like light, on every clime. 5 For men in ships far off at sea Shall hear the happy nations raise The song of peace and liberty, And overflowing praise. 6 Mankind shall be one brotherhood; One human soul shall fill the earth, And God shall say, "The world is good As when I gave it birth." 587. L. M. Montgomery. The Kingdom of God. 1 O Spirit of the living God, In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our benighted race! 2 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light; Confusion, order, in Thy path; Souls without strength inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 3 O spirit of the Lord! prepare All the round earth her God to meet; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; Thy name, O Father, glorify, Till every people call Thee Lord. 588. C. M. A. C. Coxe. The Church Everlasting. 1 O where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? But Holy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. Mark ye her holy battlements, And her foundations strong; And hear within, her solemn voice, And her unending song. 2 For not like kingdoms of the world The Holy Church of God! Though earthquake shocks are rocking her, And tempests are abroad; Unshaken as eternal hills, Unmovable she stands,-- A mountain that shall fill the earth, A fane unbuilt by hands. 589. C. M. Sp. of Psalms. The Day-Spring From on High. 1 Thy servants in the temple watched The dawning of the day, Impatient with its earliest beams Their holy vows to pay; And chosen saints far off beheld That great and glorious morn, When the glad day-spring from on high Auspiciously should dawn. 2 On us the Sun of Righteousness Its brightest beams hath poured; With grateful hearts and holy zeal, Lord, be Thy love adored; And let us look with joyful hope To that more glorious day, Before whose brightness sin and death, And grief, shall flee away. 590. S. M. Doddridge. The Pilgrim's Hymn. 1 Now let our voices join, To form one pleasant song: Ye pilgrims in God's holy way, With music pass along! 2 How straight the path appears, How open and how fair! No lurking snares to entrap our feet, No fierce destroyer there! 3 But flowers of paradise In rich profusion spring; The sun of hope shines on our path, And dear companions sing. 4 All glory to His name, Who drew the shining trace; To Him who leads the wanderers on, And cheers them with His grace. 5 Subdue the nations, Lord! Teach all their kings Thy ways; That earth's full choir the notes may swell, And heaven resound the praise. 591. 7 & 5s. M. Anonymous. The Angel of the Lord. 1 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward speed! Cast abroad thy radiant light, Bid the shades recede; Tread the idols in the dust, Heathen fanes destroy, Spread the gospel's love and trust, Spread the gospel's joy. 2 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward fly! Long has been the reign of night, Bring the morning nigh. Unto thee earth's sufferers lift Their imploring wail; Bear them heaven's holy gift Ere their courage fail. 3 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward speed! Morning bursts upon our sight, Lo, the time decreed! Now the Lord His kingdom takes, Thrones and empires fall, And the joyous song awakes, God is all in all. 592. S. M. * The Reformer's Vow. 1 God of the earnest heart, The trust assured and still, Thou who our strength forever art,-- We come to do Thy will! 2 Upon that painful road By saints serenely trod, Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, Would we go forth, O God! 3 'Gainst doubt and shame and fear In human hearts to strive, That all may learn to love and bear, To conquer self, and live; 4 To draw Thy blessing down, And bring the wronged redress, And give this glorious world its crown, The spirit's Godlikeness. 5 No dreams from toil to charm, No trembling on the tongue;-- Lord, in Thy rest may we be calm, Through Thy completeness, strong! 6 Thou hearest while we pray; O deep within us write, With kindling power, our God, to-day, Thy word,--"On earth be light!" 593. L. M. Anonymous. Be Strong, Fear Not. 1 Prisoners of hope! be strong, be bold; Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear! The day which prophets have foretold, And saints have longed for, draweth near: Our God shall in His kingdom come; Prepare your hearts to make Him room! 2 O ye of fearful hearts, be strong! Your downcast eyes and hands lift up; Doubt not, nor cry "O God, how long?" Hope to the end, in patience hope! O never from your faith remove; Ye cannot fail, for God is love! 3 Lord, we have faith; we wait the hour Which to the earth Thy kingdom brings; When Thou, in love, and joy, and power, Shalt come and make us priests and kings: When man shall be indeed Thy son, And Thy pure will on earth be done. 594. C. M. Anonymous. He Maketh All Things New. 1 Almighty Spirit, now behold A world by sin destroyed! Creative spirit, as of old Move on the formless void! 2 Give Thou the word--the healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned, Bring forth the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy When nature rose to view, What strains shall angel harps employ, When Thou shalt all renew! 595. C. M. Anonymous. The Morning. 1 We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour When God shall ope the morning gate, By His almighty power. 2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the day-light springs; Till He shall come earth's gloom to chase, With healing on His wings. 3 And even now, amid the gray, The East is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past. 4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be Thine! 5 O, guide us till our night is done! Until, from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore! 596. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery. Lo! He Cometh. 1 God comes, with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; He comes to break oppression, And set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He shall come down, as showers Upon the thirsty earth; And joy and hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains, Shall Peace, the herald, go, And Righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 3 To Him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows, ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand forever; His great, best name of Love. 597. C. M. Doddridge. The Holy Way. 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 See the fair way His hand hath raised, How holy and how plain! Nor shall the simplest travellers err, Nor ask the trace in vain. 3 No ravening lion shall destroy, Nor lurking serpent wound; Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your smiling God. 5 There, garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head; While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled. 598. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Prophet's Vision. 1 Faint the earth, and parched with drought, Make the waters, Lord, gush out! Streams of love our thirst to bless, Starting in the wilderness. Long we wait Thy peace to know: Father, bid the waters flow, Make the thirsty land a pool, Make man's suffering spirit whole. 2 Hark! the wastes have found a voice; Loneliest deserts now rejoice, When the Lord His presence shows, Lo, they blossom like the rose; See! this barren earth of ours Buds and puts forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of peace, Love and Joy and Righteousness! 599. L. M. *J. Wesley. Thy Will Be Done on Earth as in Heaven. 1 Spirit of peace and love and power, Fountain of life and light below, Abroad Thy healing influence shower, O'er all the nations let it flow. Inspire our hearts with perfect love; In all the work of faith fulfil; So not heaven's host shall swifter move, Than we on earth, to do Thy will. 2 Father, 'tis Thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply; Thou clothest the lilies of the field, And hearest the young ravens cry. To Thee we pray; for all must live By Thee, who knowest their every need-- Pray for the world, that Thou wilt give All human hearts Thy living bread. 3 In faith we wait and long and pray, To see that time, by prophets told, When nations, new-born into day, Shall be ingathered to Thy fold. We cannot doubt Thy gracious will, Thou mighty, merciful and just! And Thou wilt speedily fulfil The word in which Thy servants trust. 600. C. M. Breviary. Brightening Unto the Perfect Day. 1 Gone is the hollow, murky night, With all its shadows dun; O shine upon us, heavenly light, As on the earth the sun! 2 Pour on our hearts Thy heavenly beam, In radiance sublime! Retire before that ray supreme, Ye sins of elder time! 3 Lo, on the morn that now is here No night shall ever fall; But faith shall burn, undimmed and clear, Till God be all in all. 4 This is the dawn of infant faith; The day will follow soon, When hope shall breathe with freer breath, And morn be lost in noon; 5 For to the seed that's sown to-day A harvest time is given, When charity with faith to stay, Shall make on earth a heaven. GLORY BE TO GOD ON HIGH: AND ON EARTH PEACE: GOOD WILL TO MEN. 
20476	----	HYMNS FOR CHRISTIAN DEVOTION; ESPECIALLY ADAPTED TO THE UNIVERSALIST DENOMINATION BY J. G. ADAMS AND E. H. CHAPIN. TWENTY-SECOND EDITION. BOSTON: ABEL TOMPKINS. 1853. PREFACE. In presenting this work to the public, the compilers would say, that they do not intend it as a rival of any other Hymn Book already in existence; but, if advancement in the light of other good works be allowable, as an improvement on them all. Although evidently designed in one sense for a denomination, they have also intended that it shall answer in some measure the demands of a liberal and progressive Christianity--a Christianity, under whatever name or pretension found, that would diffuse Christ's spirit and do his works of truth and love among men. We have sought to give variety in these Hymns; to have the number ample enough; and while cautious in reference to their literary character, to select those of a devotional tendency, rather than those chiefly commendable for their poetical excellence. We have intended also to pay due respect to the old Hymns so justly familiar with those of every age among our worshippers, while we have not been unmindful of the new claimants of public favor. It will be perceived that there is a greater variety of Hymns on several topics than in most other Hymn Books now in use among us; especially in reference to the philanthropic nature of our religion, and the peculiar indications of this nature in the present age. In the department of the book entitled "Triumph of Christianity," faithfulness in representing this great truth is designed. In all instances where the authorship of a hymn could be ascertained, it has been given. Of a few hymns, however, taken from a copy of the new Cambridge Unitarian Hymn Book, kindly handed us in sheets, it was not known whether they were original or not. They appear in this book, therefore, in company with quite a number of original ones, without any special mark thus to designate them. To the friends who have so kindly aided us, by suggestions or contributions, we return our sincere thanks; and to the Christian public do we now humbly dedicate this work, invoking the blessing of God upon its use, and praying that it may be welcomed by many souls seeking the aids and blessings of Christian devotion. J. G. Adams, E. H. Chapin. _ Boston, August 1, 1846._ Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by ABEL TOMPKINS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. STEREOTYPED BY GEORGE A. CURTIS, BOSTON. GENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS HYMNS. Introduction and Close of Worship, 1 to 100 Character, Attributes and Providence of God, 101 to 148 General Praise, 149 to 167 Religion of Nature, 168 to 183 The Scriptures, 184 to 197 Christ; His Character and Offices, 198 to 256 The Gospel and Its Invitations, 257 to 283 Triumph of Christianity, 284 to 322 Repentance and Reformation, 323 to 338 Christian Character and Life, 339 to 421 Devout Exercises, 422 to 513 Life, Death and Futurity, 514 to 565 Mourning and Consolation, 566 to 605 Submission and Reliance, 606 to 635 Religious Exultation, 636 to 652 The Church and Ordinances, 653 to 695 Dedications; Ordinations; Installations, 696 to 718 Associations, Conventions and Missionary Meetings, 719 to 737 Early Religious Culture, 738 to 763 Philanthropic Subjects, 764 to 824 Seamen's Hymns, 825 to 835 National Hymns, 836 to 850 The Seasons, Annual Occasions, &c. 851 to 901 Social and Domestic Worship, 902 to 934 Morning and Evening Hymns, 935 to 960 Miscellaneous, 961 to 1005 Doxologies, 1006 to 1008 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Hymn Above, below, where'er I gaze, 116 According to thy gracious word, 690 Affliction is a stormy deep, 609 Again our ears have heard the voice, 83 Again our earthly cares we leave, 32 Again the Lord of life and light, 60 A glance from heaven with sweet effect, 526 A glory gilds the sacred page, 186 A holy air is breathing round, 917 Ah! wretched souls who strive in vain, 443 A King shall reign in righteousness, 255 All from the sun's uprise, 166 All hail the power of Jesus' name, 246 All hail, ye servants of the Lord, 770 All nature dies and lives again, 550 All nature feels attractive power, 381 All nature's works his praise declare, 984 All men are equal in their birth, 766 All powerful, self-existent God, 146 All ye nations, praise the Lord, 94 Almighty former of creation's plan, 121 Almighty God, in humble prayer, 459 Almighty God, thy wondrous works, 139 Almighty King, whose wondrous hand, 515 Almighty Maker, Lord of all, 489 Almighty Lord, before thy throne, 874 Along my earthly way, 521 Amazing, beauteous change, 312 Am I an Israelite indeed, 502 Am I a soldier of the cross, 369 Amid surrounding gloom and waste, 994 Amidst a world of hopes and fears, 487 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, 627 And can my heart aspire so high, 481 And is the gospel peace and love, 357 And is there, Lord, a rest, 563 And now, my soul, another year, 895 Angels! roll the rock away, 235 Another day is past, 950 Another six days' work is done, 58 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, 965 Approach, thou blessed of the Lord, 663 Around Bethesda's healing wave, 221 Arrayed in clouds of golden light, 210 As body when the soul has fled, 773 As bowed by sudden storms, the rose, 579 As earth's pageant passes by, 421 Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, 549 As in solemn congregation, 687 As o'er the past my memory strays, 893 A soldier's course, from battles won, 340 As showers on meadows newly mown, 292 As the evening shadows gather, 716 As the hart with eager looks, 428 As the sweet flower that scents the morn, 582 As twilight's gradual veil is spread, 551 As when the deluge waves were gone, 968 At God's command the morning ray, 857 At the portals of thy house, 72 Auspicious morning, hail, 846 Author of good, to thee we turn, 430 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill, 199 Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 936 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes, 367 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 368 Awake our souls, away our fears, 370 Baptized into our Saviour's death, 671 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 4 Begin, my soul, the exalted lay, 161 Begin the high celestial strain, 169 Behold, amid his little flock, 683 Behold my servant, see him rise, 198 Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore, 561 Behold th' amazing sight, 247 Behold the grace appears, 206 Behold the lofty sky, 188 Behold the morning sun, 280 Behold the path which mortals tread, 541 Behold the Prince of Peace, 216 Behold the Saviour on the cross, 231 Behold the western evening light, 544 Behold, what wondrous grace, 442 Behold where breathing love divine, 225 Behold where in a mortal form, 239 Be it my only wisdom here, 457 Beneath our feet and o'er our head, 531 Bereft, of all, when hopeless care, 633 Beset with snares on every hand, 455 Be thou, O God, exalted high, 149 Be with me, Lord, where'er I go, 488 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, 108 Blessed be thy name forever, 170 Blessed state and happy he, 964 Bless, O bless, Almighty Father, 997 Bless, O Lord, each opening year, 894 Blest are the humble souls that see, 344 Blest are the meek, he said, 348 Blest are the pure in heart, 351 Blest are the sons of peace, 393 Blest are the souls that hear and know, 276 Blest be the hour when friends shall meet, 580 Blest be the tie that binds, 659 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, 8 Blest hour, when mortal man retires, 44 Blest instructor! from thy ways, 334 Blest is the hour when cares depart, 708 Blest is the man who fears the Lord, 410 Blest is the man who fears the Lord, 925 Blest who with generous pity glows, 780 Blest with unearthly bliss were they, 911 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 261 Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave, 378 Bound upon th' accursed tree, 248 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 681 Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, 814 Brethren beloved for Jesus' sake, 726 Brighter shines the gospel day, 263 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 209 Bright was the guiding star that led, 271 Brother, hast thou wandered far, 274 Brother, rest from sin and sorrow, 591 Brother, though from yonder sky, 576 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 739 Called by the Sabbath bells away, 69 Calm on the bosom of thy God, 589 Calm on the listening ear of night, 202 Can creatures to perfection find, 142 Child amidst the flowers at play, 372 Children of light, awake, 359 Children of the heavenly King, 379 Choice of God, thou blessed day, 59 Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 553 Christians, brethren, ere we part, 730 Clay to clay, and dust to dust, 545 Come hither all ye weary souls, 259 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, 501 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 662 Come, kingdom of our God, 303 Come, let us join our souls to God, 52 Come, let us pray, 'tis sweet to feel, 447 Come, O thou Universal Good, 435 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 283 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, 644 Come, sing a Saviour's power, 287 Come, sound his praise abroad, 47 Come the rich, and come the poor, 973 Come, thou Almighty King, 2 Come, thou soul-transforming spirit, 82 Come to the house of prayer, 20 Come to the living waters, come, 281 Come, ye disconsolate, 575 Come, ye that love the Lord, 417 Creation's sovereign Lord, 753 Creator Spirit, by whose light, 76 Dark was the night, and cold the ground, 229 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, 647 Daughter of Zion, from the dust, 315 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, 594 Dear is the hallowed morn to me, 959 Dear Lord, behold thy servants here, 725 Death has been here and borne away, 760 Death moves with victor's tread, 1004 Deem not that they are blest alone, 566 Drop the limpid waters now, 670 Early, my God, without delay, 63 Eat, drink, in memory of your friend, 678 Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, 107 Ere to the world again we go, 80 Eternal God, our humbled souls, 993 Eternal Source of every joy, 856 Eternal Source of life and light, 81 Eternal Source of light and thought, 74 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 123 Exalt the Lord our God, 133 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 375 Faith, hope and charity, these three, 388 Faith, hope and love, now dwell on earth, 387 Faith is the Christian's prop, 376 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel, 976 Far as thy name is known, 656 Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell, 757 Farewell, thou once a mortal, 600 Farewell, what power of words can tell, 578 Far from mortal cares retreating, 26 Far from these scenes of night, 559 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 463 Father, adored in worlds above, 51 Father and Friend, thy light, thy love, 473 Father, at this altar bending, 717 Father, at thy footstool see, 916 Father, bless thy word to all, 85 Father, breathe an evening blessing, 942 Father Divine, the Saviour cried, 241 Father, gathered round the bier, 596 Father, hear us when we pray, 904 Father, I know thy ways are just, 485 Father in heaven, to thee my heart, 11 Father, lo we consecrate, 699 Father of all, in every age, 482 Father of all, Omniscient mind, 111 Father of all our mercies, thou, 470 Father of all, where shall we find, 50 Father of all, whose cares extend, 483 Father of faithful Abraham, hear, 317 Father of light, conduct my feet, 450 Father of me and all mankind, 491 Father of mercies, God of love, 613 Father of omnipresent grace, 73 Father of our feeble race, 764 Father, once more let grateful praise, 752 Father, thy paternal care, 943 Father, to thy kind love we owe, 103 Father, united by thy grace, 907 Father, we bless the gentle care, 934 Father, we pray for those who dwell, 816 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 509 Father, who of old descended, 801 Fear was within the tossing bark, 220 Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 250 For all thy saints, O God, 981 For all who love thee and thy cause, 795 For a season called to part, 921 Forgive us for thy mercy's sake, 325 For thee, O God, our constant praise, 33 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 24 Fountain of mercy, God of love, 877 Flung to the heedless winds, 980 Friend after friend departs, 572 From early dawning light, 618 From every stormy wind that blows, 452 From Greenland's icy mountains, 733 From the holy mount above, 267 From the table now retiring, 695 From worship now thy church dismiss, 88 From year to year in love we meet, 751 Gently, my Father, let me down, 536 Give us room that we may dwell, 291 Give to the winds thy fears, 637 Glad was my heart to hear, 19 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 653 Glory be to God on high, 155 Glory to God on high, 1006 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 946 God bless our native land, 849 God, from whom all blessings flow, 913 God guard the poor! we may not see, 786 God in his temple let us meet, 75 God, in the gospel of his Son, 192 God is a spirit just and wise, 456 God is love, his mercy brightens, 114 God is my strong salvation, 636 God is our refuge and defence, 634 God moves in a mysterious way, 128 God, my supporter and my hope, 498 God of eternity, from thee, 518 God of love, we look to thee, 908 God of mercy and of wisdom, 747 God of mercy, do thou never, 844 God of mercy, hear our prayer, 738 God of my life, through all its days, 638 God of our fathers, from whose hand, 988 God of our fathers, 'tis thy hand, 791 God of our life, thy constant care, 899 God of our lives, thy various praise, 890 God of our mercy and our praise, 386 God of the fair and open sky, 180 God of the morning, at whose voice, 939 God of the poor, whose listening ear, 781 God of the universe, whose hand, 135 God of the year, with songs of praise, 884 God's perfect law converts the soul, 184 God, that madest earth and heaven, 954 God, who is just and kind, 496 Good is the heavenly King, 859 Go, messengers of peace and love, 721 Go to dark Gethsemane, 230 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 592 Go to the pillow of disease, 767 Go when the morning shineth, 373 Go, ye messengers of God, 734 Grace! 'tis a charming sound, 652 Gracious Source of every blessing, 901 Great God, and wilt thou condescend, 763 Great God, as seasons disappear, 878 Great God, attend while Zion sings, 6 Great God, at thy command, 863 Great God, at whose all-powerful call, 852 Great God, beneath whose piercing eye, 842 Great God, how infinite art thou, 112 Great God, in vain man's narrow view, 126 Great God, let all our tuneful powers, 851 Great God, my joyful thanks to thee, 444 Great God of nations, now to thee, 841 Great God, the heavens' well ordered frame, 168 Great God, the nations of the earth, 732 Great God, this sacred day of thine, 10 Great God, we sing that mighty hand, 886 Great God, where'er we pitch our tent, 929 Great God, with wonder and with praise, 190 Great God, whose universal sway, 297 Great King of Glory, come, 705 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, 872 Great Shepherd of the people, hear, 27 Great Source of life and light, 1001 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 467 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 769 Hail! all hail the joyful morn, 208 Hail, great Creator, wise and good, 172 Hail, love divine, joys ever new, 774 Hail, source of light, of life, and love, 167 Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds, 731 Hail to the Lord's anointed, 288 Hail to the Sabbath day, 42 Happy is he that fears the Lord, 775 Happy soul, that, safe from harm, 478 Happy the heart where graces reign, 383 Happy the man whose cautious steps, 402 Happy the meek, whose, gentle breast, 349 Hark, a voice divides the sky, 548 Hark! hark! with harps of gold, 203 Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 212 Hark, the song of jubilee, 305 Hark, the voice of choral song, 792 Hark! what celestial notes, 207 Hark! what mean those holy voices, 201 Hear what a Saviour's voice, 279 Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, 978 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, 547 Heaven is here, its hymns of gladness, 419 Heaven is the land where troubles cease, 555 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies, 234 He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 226 Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, 783 Help us to help each other, Lord, 915 Herald of the Lord's salvation, 712 Here, gracious God, do thou, 68 Here in the broken bread, 682 Here in thy temple, Lord, we meet, 869 He that goeth forth with weeping, 771 He who walks in virtue's way, 412 High in the heavens, Eternal God, 125 High in yonder realms of light, 562 Holy and reverend is the name, 29 Holy as thou, O Lord, is none, 136 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 150 Hosanna! Lord, thine angels cry, 64 How are thy servants blest, O Lord, 995 How beautiful the sight, 391 How blest amid all blessing, 784 How blest is he who fears the Lord, 765 How blest is he who ne'er consents, 409 How blest the sacred tie that binds, 397 How blest thy creature is, O God, 258 How did my heart rejoice to hear, 57 How glad the tone when summer's sun, 864 How good and pleasant is the sight, 902 How gracious the promise, how soothing the word, 282 How happy is he born or taught, 403 How honored is the place, 654 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, 53 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord, 914 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 66 How pleased and blest was I, 14 How pleasing, Lord, to see, 928 How precious are thy thoughts of peace, 110 How precious is the book divine, 189 How rich thy favors, God of grace, 445 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King, 885 How shall I praise th' Eternal God, 117 How shall the young secure their hearts, 744 How shall we praise thee, Lord of light, 37 How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound, 217 How sweet to bless the Lord, 30 How sweet the melting lay, 919 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 436 How sweet upon this sacred day, 9 How swift the torrent rolls, 528 How various and how new, 556 How welcome to the soul when pressed, 49 If human kindness meets return, 691 If listening as I listen still, 465 If solid happiness we prize, 625 I hear the voice of woe, 823 I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name, 13 I looked upon the righteous man, 577 I love to steal awhile away, 424 I love thy church, O God, 657 I may not scorn the meanest thing, 820 Imposture shrinks from light, 400 In all my vast concerns with thee, 106 In darkness as in light, 129 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care, 947 In duties and in sufferings too, 249 In God's eternity, 294 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 840 I praised the earth in beauty seen, 182 Interval of grateful shade, 919 In the broad fields of heaven, 585 In the cross of Christ I glory, 649 In the glad morn of life, when youth, 746 In the morning sow thy seed, 1003 In the soft season of thy youth, 742 In thy courts let peace be found, 969 In trouble and in grief, O God, 630 I sing the mighty power of God, 119 Isles of the south, awake, 321 Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me, 84 Is there a lone and dreary hour, 120 Is there ambition in my heart, 354 Is this a fast for me, 871 It is the one true light, 197 I want a principle within, 449 I want a sober mind, 416 I want the spirit of power within, 431 Jehovah God! thy gracious power, 138 Jerusalem, my glorious home, 558 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 504 Jesus, delightful, charming name, 245 Jesus demands this heart of mine, 329 Jesus his empire shall extend, 286 Jesus, I love thy charming name, 512 Jesus invites his friends, 692 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 284 Jesus, the friend of man, 685 Jesus, thou source of calm repose, 244 Jesus, what precept is like thine, 815 John was the Prophet of the Lord, 214 Join, all ye servants of the Lord, 187 Joined in a union, firm and strong, 727 Join every tongue to praise the Lord, 883 Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace, 809 Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 213 Kind Lord, before thy face, 90 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, 909 King of the world! I worship thee, 961 Know, my soul, thy full salvation, 1000 Lamp of our feet, whose hallowed beam, 194 Lay her gently in the dust, 587 Lead us with thy gentle sway, 516 Let all the earth their voices raise, 295 Let all the heathen writers join, 193 Let children hear the mighty deeds, 839 Let deepest silence all around, 464 Let every mortal ear attend, 257 Let monumental pillars rise, 990 Let not the wise their wisdom boast, 650 Let others boast how strong they be, 524 Let party names no more, 396 Let Pharisees of high esteem, 776 Let plenteous grace descend on those, 673 "Let there be light," when from on high, 975 Let the whole race of creatures lie, 145 Let us join as God commands, 905 Let us with a gladsome mind, 153 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 719 Life is a span, a fleeting hour, 584 Lift aloud the voice of praise, 713 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 552 Light of life, seraphic fire, 484 Like Israel's hosts to exile driven, 838 Like morning, when her early breeze, 426 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 532 Lo, God is here, let us adore, 54 Long as the darkening cloud abode, 302 Long be our Father's temple ours, 970 Lord, before thy presence come, 28 Lord, bring me to resign, 462 Lord, deliver, thou canst save, 802 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 98 Lord, from whom all blessings flow, 407 Lord, have mercy when we pray, 323 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see, 95 Lord, I believe, thy power I own, 468 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 195 Lord, in heaven thy dwelling place, 39 Lord, in thy garden agony, 480 Lord Jesus, come, for here, 819 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 778 Lord, must we die, O let us die, 539 Lord, my times are in thy hand, 611 Lord, now we part in thy blest name, 93 Lord of the worlds above, 21 Lord of glory, King of power, 953 Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean, 880 Lord of my life, O may thy praise, 940 Lord of the sea, thy potent sway, 828 Lord of the wide extended main, 825 Lord of the worlds below, 867 Lord, in thy Zion's wall, 714 Lord, send thy word and let it run, 808 Lord, subdue our selfish will, 392 Lord, teach a little child to pray, 762 Lord, that I may learn of thee, 505 Lord, thou art good, all nature shows, 130 Lord, thou didst arise and say, 824 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through, 109 Lord, we adore thy wondrous grace, 661 Lord, we come before thee now, 22 Lord, we believe a rest remains, 479 Lord, we have wandered from thy way, 328 Lord, when thou saidst "so let it be," 176 Lord, when thy people seek thy face, 35 Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 837 Lord, who's the happy man that may, 347 Lo, the day of rest declineth, 91 Lo, the lilies of the field, 179 Lo! the prisoner is released, 601 Loud, raise the notes of joy, 847 Lo, what a glorious sight appears, 301 Lo, what an entertaining sight, 918 Love divine, all love excelling, 15 Mark, how the swift-winged minutes fly, 900 Mark the soft falling snow, 293 Mere human power shall fast decay, 405 Messiah Lord! who wont to dwell, 222 Mid homes and shrines forsaken, 797 Mighty One, before whose face, 724 Millions of souls in glory now, 688 Millions within thy courts have been, 99 Mistaken souls that dream of heaven, 389 Morning breaks upon the tomb, 236 My country, 'tis of thee, 836 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 238 My Father, cheering name, 102 My Father, grant thy presence nigh, 610 My Father, when around me spread, 529 My God, accept my early vows, 65 My God, how endless is thy love 941 My God, I now from sleep awake, 956 My God, I thank thee, may no thought, 621 My God, my King, thy various praise, 158 My God, permit me not to be, 433 My God, permit my tongue, 492 My God, the covenant of thy love, 486 My God, thy service well demands, 932 My helper, God, I bless his name, 889 My Maker and my King, 124 My Shepherd is the Lord on high, 648 My soul before thee prostrate lies, 331 My soul, be on thy guard, 343 My soul, how lovely is the place, 31 Mysterious are the ways of God, 631 No change of times shall ever shock, 624 No loud avenging voice, 204 Not different food, nor different dress, 399 Not for the pious dead we weep, 568 Not for the prophet tongue of fire, 718 Not for the summer's hour alone, 985 Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, 834 Not with terror do we meet, 679 Not with the flashing steel, 807 No warlike sounds awoke the night, 810 No war nor battle's sound, 806 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 892 Now is the day of grace, 265 Now let our prayers ascend to thee, 870 Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, 87 Now pray we for our country, 850 Now the shades of night are gone, 938 Now to the Lord a noble song, 260 O bow thine ear, Eternal One, 698 O cease, my wandering soul, 474 O come, and let th' assembly all, 906 O come, loud anthems let us sing, 5 O could we speak the matchless worth, 240 O'er mountain tops the mount of God, 811 O'er the dark wave of Galilee, 219 O Father, draw us after thee, 612 O Father, though the anxious fear, 38 O for a closer walk with God, 460 O for a faith that will not shrink, 377 O for a heart to praise my God, 472 O for a prophet's fire, 689 O for a shout of sacred joy, 237 O for the death of those, 604 O God, by whom the seed is given, 86 O God, my Father, and my King, 384 O God, my helper, ever near, 891 O God, my strength, my hope, 425 O God of Freedom, hear us pray, 799 O God of love, with cheering ray, 535 O God, that madest earth and sky, 931 O God, thou art my God alone, 493 O God, thy grace impart, 335 O God, thy name they well may praise, 827 O God unseen, but not unknown, 540 O God, we praise thee, and confess, 164 O God, whose presence glows in all, 34 O happy day that fixed my choice, 664 O happy is the man who hears, 404 O happy soul that lives on high, 406 O help us, Lord, each hour of need, 446 O here, if ever, God of love, 676 O it is joy in one to meet, 903 O let your mingling voices rise, 211 O Lord, another day is flown, 933 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, 619 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, 497 O Lord, thy perfect word, 191 O Lord, whose forming hand one blood, 800 O may our sympathizing breasts, 382 Omniscient God, 'tis thine to know, 398 One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 499 One sweet flower has drooped and faded, 761 On eyes that never saw the day, 218 On light beams breaking from above, 620 O not alone with outward sign, 821 On the first Christian Sabbath eve, 56 On this fair spot where nature pays, 702 On thy church, O Power Divine, 308 Onward Christian, though the region, 720 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 318 On what has now been sown, 89 On Zion, his most holy mount, 290 On Zion's holy walls, 597 Open, Lord, my inward ear, 982 Oppression shall not always reign, 805 O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song, 162 O render thanks to God above, 154 O shut not out sweet pity's ray, 817 O sinner, bring not tears alone, 330 O speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 361 O spirit of the living God, 723 O stay thy tears, for they are blest, 569 O sweet it is to know, to feel, 507 O that the Lord would guide my ways, 475 O Thou, at whose dread name we bend, 987 O Thou, by long experience tried, 131 O Thou, enthroned in worlds above, 440 O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 476 O thou sun of glorious splendor, 320 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow, 134 O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 16 O Thou, who art above all height, 707 O Thou, who didst ordain the word, 710 O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 632 O Thou, who hast at thy command, 338 O Thou, who hast spread out the skies, 831 O Thou, who on thy chosen Son, 709 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 703 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, 441 O Thou, whose presence went before, 803 O timely happy, timely wise, 935 O 'tis a lovely thing to see, 352 O 'tis a scene the heart to move, 920 Our country is Immanuel's ground, 523 Our Father, ever living, 728 Our Father, God, not face to face, 706 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name, 437 Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot, 843 Our Father! we may lisp thy name, 788 Our Father, when beside the tomb, 966 Our Father, who in heaven art, 438 Our God, our help in ages past, 514 Our God, where'er thy people meet, 910 Our Heavenly Father calls, 686 Our Heavenly Father, hear, 439 Our heaven is everywhere, 418 Our little bark on boisterous seas, 830 Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far, 735 Ours is a lovely world, how fair, 173 Our times are in thy hand, and Thou, 520 O weep not for the joys that fade, 602 O what amazing words of grace, 264 O what a struggle wakes within, 974 O what is life, 'tis like a flower, 519 O where, our Saviour, sweeps the line, 420 O who shall see the glorious day, 316 O worship the King, all glorious above, 151 O Zion, tune thy voice, 319 Parent of all, omnipotent, 845 Part in peace! is day before us, 96 Pastor, thou art from us taken, 598 Patience, O 'tis a grace divine, 345 Peace be to this habitation, 924 Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, 812 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, 269 People of the living God, 660 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 270 Pillows wet with tears of anguish, 794 Pity the nations, O our God, 694 Planted in Christ the living vine, 658 Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man, 304 Praise for the glorious light, 790 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 1008 Praise on thee in Zion's gates, 882 Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him, 641 Praise to God, immortal praise, 855 Praise to God, immortal praise, 1007 Praise to God the great Creator, 262 Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 165 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, 45 Praise ye Jehovah's name, 159 Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne, 157 Praise ye the Lord on every height, 152 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 371 Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, 833 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross, 675 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 506 Raise the adoring song, 989 Rejoice, the Lord is king, 854 Religion can assuage, 408 Religion! in its blessed ray, 363 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds, 887 Remember thy Creator, 740 Restore, O Father, to our times restore, 680 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 500 Return, O wanderer, now return, 272 Ride on, ride on in majesty, 224 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise, 298 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 434 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path, 522 Sacred day, forever blest, 71 Safely through another week, 36 Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few, 768 Salvation! O the joyful sound, 640 Saviour, thy law we love, 672 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding, 668 Say, why should friendship grieve for those, 581 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 822 Searcher of hearts! before thy face, 461 See from on high a light divine, 215 See how great a flame aspires, 306 See how he loved! exclaimed the Jews, 242 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 665 See lovely nature raise her head, 554 Send down thy winged angel, God, 930 Servant of God, well done, 593 Servants of Christ, arise, 356 See the leaves around us falling, 756 See what a living stone, 254 Shine forth, Eternal Source of light, 494 Shine on our souls, Eternal God, 78 Since o'er thy footstool here below, 143 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 651 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep, 268 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, 590 Slavery and death the cup contains, 793 So fades the lovely blooming flower, 583 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring, 336 Softly fades the twilight ray, 79 Softly now the light of day, 955 Soldier to the contest pressing, 992 So let our lips and lives express, 339 Sometimes a light surprises, 415 Soon as I heard my Father say, 622 Soon will our fleeting hours be past, 92 Sound the full chorus, let praises ascend, 309 Sovereign of life, before thine eye, 530 Sovereign of worlds above, 715 Sow in the morn thy seed, 772 Spirit of grace, and help, and power, 77 Stand up and bless the Lord, 3 Still in shades of midnight darkness, 313 Stretched on the cross the Saviour dies, 232 Suppliant, lo! thy children bend, 748 Supreme and universal light, 429 Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright, 962 Sweet is the bliss of souls serene, 414 Sweet is the friendly voice, 327 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, 366 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies, 543 Sweet is the task, O Lord, 43 Sweet is the time of spring, 745 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 61 Sweet to the soul the parting ray, 958 Swell the anthem, raise the song, 881 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 503 Teach me, my God and King, 406 Teach me, O teach me, Lord, thy way, 477 Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed, 251 The air of death breathes through our souls, 603 The billows swell, the winds are high, 832 The bird let loose in eastern skies, 451 The bird that soars on highest wing, 353 The Christian warrior, see him stand, 362 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 607 The day is past and gone, 951 The evils that beset our path, 527 The fountain in its source, 508 The glorious universe around, 394 The God of harvest praise, 876 The God of mercy will indulge, 595 The God who reigns alone, 137 The heavenly spheres to thee, O God, 177 The heaven of heavens cannot contain, 118 The heavens declare his glory, 181 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 185 The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, 178 The hoary frost, the fleecy snow, 866 The hours of evening close, 957 The joyful morn, my God, is come, 62 The King of heaven his table spreads, 277 The last full wain has come,--has come, 879 The leaves around me falling, 865 The long lost son, with streaming eyes, 324 The Lord descended from above, 144 The Lord is on his holy throne, 1005 The Lord Jehovah reigns, 113 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 495 The Lord of glory is my light, 645 The Lord our God is clothed with might, 105 The Lord will come and not be slow, 285 The man in life wherever placed, 413 The mellow eve is gliding, 944 The morning dawns upon the place, 227 The mourners came at break of day, 605 Theories which thousands cherish, 1002 The past is dark with sin and shame, 999 The perfect world by Adam trod, 697 The promises I sing, 639 The radiant dawn of gospel light, 311 There is a God, all nature speaks, 101 There is a hope, a blessed hope, 380 There is a land mine eye hath seen, 564 There is a land of pure delight, 555 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 557 There is a pure and peaceful wave, 991 There is a time when moments flow, 960 There is a world we have not seen, 560 There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat, 25 There's not a star whose twinkling light, 122 There's not a place in earth's vast round, 147 There sprang a tree of deadly name, 796 There was joy in heaven, 333 The saints on earth and those above, 395 The Saviour gently calls, 669 The Saviour, what a noble flame, 223 These mortal joys, how soon they fade, 525 The spacious firmament on high, 175 The spirit in our hearts, 275 The spirit moved upon the waves, 115 The spring, the joyous spring is come, 862 The thing my God doth hate, 490 The triumphs of the martyred saints, 979 The turf shall be my fragrant shrine, 183 The vineyard of the Lord, 722 The wandering star and fleeting wind, 326 The year begins with promises, 858 They who seek the throne of grace, 365 Think gently of the erring, 813 This child we dedicate to thee, 567 This day let grateful praise ascend, 40 This day the Lord hath called his own, 41 This is the fast the Lord doth choose, 868 This is the first and great command, 385 This stone to thee in faith we lay, 696 Thou art, Almighty, Lord of all, 141 Thou art gone to the grave, 567 Thou art, O God, the life and light, 174 Thou art the way, and he who sighs, 243 Thou book of life, in thee are found, 196 Thou fount of love and grace, 701 Thou gavest, and we yield to thee, 588 Thou faint and sick, and worn away, 971 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, 758 Thou God of hope, to thee we bow, 782 Thou God of truth and love, 912 Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen, 253 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known, 140 Thou must go forth alone, my soul, 537 Thou power supreme, whose mighty scheme, 635 Thou whose wide extended sway, 307 Thrice happy soul, who, born from heaven, 342 Through all the changing scenes of life, 617 Through endless years thou art the same, 127 Through every age, Eternal God, 898 Through sorrow's night and danger's way, 360 Through the day thy love has spared us, 952 Through thee we now together come, 922 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 945 Thus saith the first, the great command, 355 Thus saith the high and lofty One, 364 Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens, 252 Thus shall thou love th' Almighty Lord, 341 Th' uplifted eye and bended knee, 390 Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands, 132 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 666 Thy name be hallowed, evermore, 100 Thy presence everlasting God, 923 Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 23 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design, 148 Times without number have I prayed, 332 Time by moments steals away, 896 Time! what an empty vapor 'tis, 897 'Tis a point I long to know, 454 'Tis by the faith of joys to come, 374 'Tis done, the great transaction's done, 674 'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried, 233 'Tis God the spirit leads, 510 'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, 804 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 948 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, 228 'Tis my happiness below, 614 To Christ, the Son, the Father spake, 322 To keep the lamp alive, 427 To Thee, great source of light, 156 To Thee, my God and Saviour, 646 To Thee, my God, my days are known, 616 To Thee, my God! to thee I bring, 963 'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres, 104 'Twas on that dark and doleful night, 677 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 546 Upon the gospel's sacred page, 296 Vital spark of heavenly flame, 542 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 628 Walk in the light, so shalt thou know, 998 Watchman, tell us of the night, 200 We bid thee welcome in the name, 711 We bless thee for this sacred day, 55 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, 835 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, 759 We come to thee, O God, 818 We come with joy and gladness, 755 We gather in the name of God, 729 We have met in peace together, 749 Welcome, delightful morn, 12 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 46 We long to see that happy time, 310 We mourn for those who toil, 570 We praise thee if one rescued soul, 789 Were not the sinful Mary's tears, 273 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, 350 What glorious tidings do I hear, 256 What if the little rain should say, 750 What must it be to dwell above, 511 What secret hand at morning light, 937 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, 785 What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, 629 What though the arm of conquering death, 599 What though the stream be dead, 586 When Abraham, full of sacred awe, 873 When, as returns this solemn day, 70 When before thy throne we kneel, 1 When bending o'er the brink of life, 533 When brighter suns and milder skies 861 When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom, 615 When children give their hearts to God, 741 When darkness long has veiled my mind, 337 When dread misfortune's tempests rise, 983 Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, 626 When fainting in the sultry waste, 453 When floating on life's troubled sea, 573 When gloomy thoughts and boding fears, 623 When God descends with men to dwell, 289 When God revealed his gracious name, 642 When grief and anguish press me down, 606 When his salvation bringing, 754 When human hopes and joys depart, 471 When I can read my title clear, 513 When Israel of the Lord beloved, 448 When I survey the wondrous cross, 693 When Jordan hushed his waters still, 205 When, like a stranger on our sphere, 787 When long the soul had slept in chains, 777 When, Lord, to this our western land, 736 When on her Maker's bosom, 986 When overwhelmed with grief, 469 When Power Divine in mortal form, 967 When quiet in my house I sit, 927 When shall the voice of singing, 300 When the worn spirit wants repose, 7 When the parting bosom bleeds, 829 When the vale of death appears, 538 When true religion gains a place, 411 When verdure clothes the fertile vale, 860 When vexing thoughts within me rise, 608 When wakened by thy voice of power, 423 Where'er my gospel is proclaimed, 996 Where'er the Lord shall build my house, 926 Where shall the child of sorrow find, 972 Where shall we go to seek and find, 704 While here as wandering sheep we stray, 453 While now upon this Sabbath eve, 97 While some in folly's pleasures roll, 432 While sounds of war are heard around, 875 While thee I seek, Protecting Power, 422 While through this changing world we roam, 517 While thus thy throne of grace we seek, 67 While yet the youthful spirit bears, 743 While with ceaseless course the sun, 888 Who is my neighbor? he whom thou, 779 Who shall a temple build for him, 700 Who shall towards thy chosen seat, 346 Why do we mourn departed friends, 574 Why on the bending willows hung, 977 Why should we start and fear to die, 534 Why weep for those, frail child of woe, 571 Wide as his vast dominion lies, 163 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, 848 Within thy house, O Lord, our God, 17 With sacred joy we lift our eyes 48 With songs and honors sounding loud, 853 With stately towers and bulwarks strong, 655 With thy pure dews and rains, 798 Would you behold the works of God, 826 Ye boundless realms of joy, 160 Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim, 737 Ye followers of the Prince of peace, 684 Ye realms below the skies, 171 Ye servants of the Lord, 358 Ye sons of earth, arise, 278 Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim, 314 Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 299 Ye that obey th' immortal King, 18 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears, 643 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 266 Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, 401 PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. The figures designate the hymns. Adoration, 150. Adversity, rejoicing in, 629. Affection, family, 928. Affliction, God merciful in, 631. Angels, song of, 201. Ark of safety, 474. Aspiration, devout, 78, 434, 475, 484, 486, 492, 493, 497, 498, 500, 509. Autumn, hymn for, 865. B. Baptism, 671-674. infant, 670. Beatitudes, 344. Benevolence, active, 1003. C. Charity, 767, 777. blessedness of, 781. in Judgment, 398, 399. Charitable occasions, 778-780, 782-785. Child's prayer, 762, 763. Christ, all in all, 244. announced by John, 214. his ascension, 237. at the pool of Bethesda, 221. his baptism, 215. his birth, 202, 211. at Canaan, 222. his new commandment, 225. his coming in power, 819. the corner-stone, 254. his spiritual coronation, 246. on the cross, 248. his crucifixion, 231-233. death and resurrection, 234-236. desired, 435. his example, 238, 239, 357. example in forgiving, 251. his excellency, 240, 504. foretold, 198-200. at sea of Galilee, 220. glorying in, 650. God's image, 253. God's servant, 252. in Gethsemane, 226-230, 480. the hiding-place, 255. imitated, 249. Jerusalem, his entry into, 224. his going to Jerusalem, 223. our leader, 250. light of the world, 216. his love, 242. his love to enemies, 386. his miracles, 218. his mission, 212. his power over evil, 824. his poverty, 219. his preaching, 217. his preciousness, 436, 512. the resting-place, 245. his submissiveness, 241. his triumph, 305. his triumph desired, 320. the universal king, 287, 297. Christianity, triumphant, 291, 296, 309 Christian armor, 361. blessedness, 414, 415, 478. burial of, 576, 591. conflict, rest, and hope, 360. death, view of, 534, 537. devotedness of, 341, 342. dying, to his soul, 542. effort, encouragement to, 822. fellowship, 658, 659, 862, 863. graces, 388. happiness, 411. life, 340. life, desire for, 339. life, excellence of, 405, 406. philanthropists, 768, 770-773. race, 368, 370. resolution, 443. rest, 479. warfare, 367, 369. warrior, 362. Church, an ancient, 970. attachment to, 657. exulting in God's government, 914. glory of, 308, 319, 653, 656. Jewish and Christian, 655. membership, 660, 661, 664. safety of, 654. Communion, 675-695. Conference meeting, hymns for, 909, 910. Confidence in God, 469, 507, 622, 636, 967. Conscience, a peaceful, 432. Consecration, 466. Contentment, 625. holy, 611. Conventions, and associations, 725-731. Corner-stone of church laid, 696. Country, prayer for our, 837, 849, 850. virtuous love of, 845. Creation, beauties of, 173. Criminal reform, 814-819. Cross, attraction of, 247. of Christ, 649. soldier of, 992. view of, 693. welcome, 614. D. Dead, farewell to, 567, 578, 600. the righteous, 547-549, 569. Death, entrance to immortality, 540. of an aged Christian, 593. of a child, 584, 588. of a Christian in his prime, 592. of an infant, 582, 583. of a minister, 596-599. meditation on, 541. of parents, 595. of a public man, 1004. of the righteous, 543, 544, 557, 594, 601, 604. of a young girl, 586, 580. of the young, 589. universal warning of, 531. Dedication of children, 665, 669. of churches, 697-706. Dependence on God, 427. Devotion, daily and nightly, 18. habitual, 422. Doxologies, 1006-1008. E. Easter, 552, 553. See Resurrection of Christ. Eternity, glories of, 556. Evening hymns, 942, 945-955. hymn, with nature, 963. F. Faith, dead without works, 774. excellence of, 376. hope, and charity, 387. living and dead, 389. power of, 374, 375. prayer for, 377, 468. solace of, 471. Fast, hymns for, 868-874. Fathers, our, 838-840, 842. Fire, hymn on occasion of, 993. Forgiveness, 823. Fourth of July, hymns for, 844-847. Freedom, human, 799-803, 805, 806. Friends, not lost in death, 581. re-union after death, 580. See Heaven. Friendship, Christian, 397. Funeral occasion, 545, 546, 579. of an infant, 587. G. God, acknowledged in national blessings, 841, 843. acknowledged in the seasons, 851-857. adoration of, 74. his altar a refuge, 24. his blessing invoked, 82. communion with, desired, 67, 428, 453, 460, 503. his condescension, 134, 364. the Creator, 115, 123, 176. our Creator and benefactor, 124. his decrees and providence, 145. his direction, prayer for, 81. dwelling in the heart, 75. his eternity, 107, 898. his eternity and man's frailty, 514. his existence, 101. his faithfulness, 639. our father, 102, 103, 120, 442. glories celebrated, 155. his glory, 143. his glory in the heaven, 175, 181. his goodness, 130, 135, 172. goodness and omniscience, 110. our help, 510. his holiness, 29, 133, 136. his incomprehensibility, 121, 126, 142. his infinity, 112. his love, 114. his majesty, 113, 141. his mercy to the penitent, 327. his omnipotence, 104, 105. his omnipresence, 106, 108, 116, 140, 147. his omnipresent peace, 131. his omniscience, 109, 129. his omniscience and omnipresence, 111. his paternal love, 496. his perfections, 117, 141. his power, wisdom, and goodness, 119. his presence desired, 612. his providence, 125, 132, 138. his providence illustrated in nature, 173. his providence mysterious, 128, 139, 148. seen in his works, 122, 168. our shepherd, 495, 648. source of all things, 174. a spirit, 118. his spirit invoked, 76, 77, 501. his truth and love invoked, 34. unchangeable, 127, 146. his unity, 137. Gospel, advancing, 263. blessings of, 256, 276. call to the church, 262. feast, 290. fountain, 264. gentle influence of, 293. God's glory in, 260. light of, 258. power of, 280. progress of, 296, 306, 318. source of peace and rest, 269. triumphant, 299-302, 310, 813, 821. trumpet, 257, 261. Grace, breathings of, 426. day of, 652. experience of, 642. Gratitude to God, 444, 445. Grave, the sailor's, 834. H. Harvest, hymn for, 884. Heaven, 559, 560, 564. anticipated, 557. its bliss, 565. children in, 585. Christian's home, 517. foretaste of, 511. here, 418-420. hope of, 513. joys of, on earth, 417. march to, 651. prospect of, 555. its rest, 563. re-union of friends there, 573. saints in, 561, 562. society of, 558. within, 421. Homage, and devotion, 48. Honor rendered to all men, 820. Hope, joyful, 1000. rejoicing in, 379. star and voice, 380. Hospital or asylum, hymn for, 788. House of God, 25, 54. delight in, 14, 53, 57. Humanity, its cause hopeful, 999. Humility, 353. and submission, 354. I. Immortality, illustrated by nature, 551. Inconstancy lamented, 326. Independence, true, 403. Invitation, 259, 270-275, 278, 279, 281-283. to the gospel feast, 266, 267, 277. Invocation, 2, 12, 17, 22, 23, 27, 32, 35, 68, 904, 907, 916. Israel, fall of, 976. J. Jews, prayer of, 315, 316. remonstrance with, 977. restoration of, 315, 316. Joy, after sorrow, 968. in God's presence, 486. Judgment, private, right of, 400. K. Kindness to the afflicted, 786. to the poor, 765. Kingdom of Christ, 213, 284, 286, 288, 289, 298, 304, 311, 312, 322. of God, 285, 303. Knowledge of God, 494. L. Liberality rewarded, 776. Liberty meeting, fourth of July, 804. Life, close of, 529. discipline of, 966. frailty and shortness of, 524, 528, 530, 532. a pilgrimage, 516, 523. God's providence in, 515, 520. illustrated, 519. its changes, 527. higher revelations in, 526. Light, injunction to walk in, 998. Love, brotherly, 391. divine invoked, 15. harmony of, 392-394. law of, 381, 382. supremacy of, 769. the best offering, 764. to God, 383. to God and man, 355, 385. to man, 384. [See Philanthropic Subjects.] M. Marriage hymns, 985, 986. Martyrs, army of, 979. death of, 980. Meekness, 348, 349. Men, all equal, 766. Mercy-seat, 452. Midnight, hymn at, 956. Minister, the faithful, 975. Ministers, blessing invoked on, 724. charged and encouraged, 720-722. conflict and burthen of, 720. meeting of, 719. Missionary occasions, 733-737. Moderation, 402. Morning hymns, 935-940. Morning or evening hymns, 941, 943. Mourners, blessing of, 566, 630. comforted, 571, 572, 574, 602, 603, 605. invited to mercy-seat, 575. thoughts of heaven, 568. N. National hymns, 835-850. Nature, and the Scriptures, 185, 188. and the soul, 554. a temple, 183. compared with the spiritual world, 182. evening hymn with, 963. religious influences of, 180. O. Opportunities, use of, 359. Ordination and installation, 707-718. Orphan asylum, hymn for, 789. Orphan's hymn, 972. P. Pardon, 336. Parting, 921-923. Patience, 345. Peace, hymns on, 807-813. Piety, active, 356. habitual, 410. Pilgrims, the, 843. Praise, 149, 151, 153, 164, 170. and holiness, 154. exhortation to, 3, 152, 162. from all nature, 161, 169, 177, 178. from heaven and earth, 160, 641. lowly, 39. perpetual, 156-159, 423. universal, 163, 165-167, 171. Prayer, a call to, 365, 372, 373, 447. described, 371, 1005. concerning death, 539. for a beneficent spirit, 775, 779, 787. for a holy heart, 1001. true, 1005. Prudence, 352. Purity of heart, 350, 351. R. Redeemed, glory of, 978. Redemption, universal, 294, 307. Rejoicing in God our Father, 644-649. Reliance on God, 609, 613, 616-618, 624, 626, 627, 632-634, 637, 638, 643, 901, 983. Religion, a support in life, 408. at home, 927. blessedness of, 363, 914, 964. comforts of, 623. early, 739-743, 746. quiet, 982. Repentance, 328-332. Resignation, 608, 610, 615. Resurrection, and spring-time, 550. Retirement, religious, 463. Rich and poor, 973. Righteous and wicked, 409, 413. Righteousness, 346, 347. River of life, 991. S. Sabbath, 7-10, 40, 49, 58-60. delights of, 43, 62, 69. evening, 71, 79. hymn for, 960. worship, 56. hymn with nature, 961. improvement of, 41. morning, hymn for, 959. of the soul, 38. on earth and in heaven, 61. prayer for, 36, 55. welcomed, 46. worship, 42. Sabbath-school hymns, 747-749, 752. anniversary, 751, 753, 754. death of scholar, 759-761. for Fourth of July, 755. teacher, death of, 757, 758. Saints, thanks for all, 981. Salvation, 640. Saturday evening, hymns for, 957, 958. Schools, hymns for, 987-990. Scriptures, comfort of, 195, 196. excellence of, 184, 192-194, 197. God praised for, 187. importance to the young, 744. light and glory of, 186. sufficiency of, 190. superiority of, 191. value of, 189. Sea, hymn at, 831. prayer at, 832. Seamen's hymns, 825-835. Self-distrust, 454. abandonment, 462. Sick child, prayer for, 930. Sickness and recovery, 932. Sincerity and hypocrisy, 456. Sinner entreated to awake, 268. Soul, the, its beauty unfading, 962. Spring, hymns for, 859-862. Storm at sea, 831. hymn on occasion of, 994. Submission to God, 481, 485, 628. Summer, hymns for, 863, 864. Sunset, hymn at, 944. T. Temperance hall, dedication of, 798. hymns, 790-797. Temptation, 974. compared to a storm, 832. Thanksgiving, hymns for, 876-883, 885. Time, worth of, 518. flight of, 900. Traveller's hymn, 995. Treasures, earthly and heavenly, 525. Trust in God, 606, 607, 618, 619, 635. Truth, call of, 821. permanence and triumph of, 1002. U. Unity, Christian, 395, 396, 407, 911-913, 917, 918. V. Virtue, security of, 412. Voices of the dead, 522. W. War, hymn in time of, 875. Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof, 65. and prayer, 343, 358. prayer for, 449. Water of life, 508. Widow's prayer, 971. Winter, hymns for, 866, 867. Wisdom, excellence of, 404. true, 457. Woman, influence of, 996, 997. Worship, 1. attendance on, 13. call to, 20. close of, 83-96, 98. delight of, 19, 21, 26, 30, 31, 56. domestic, 924-926, 929, 933, 934. evening, close of, 80, 97, 99. public, 37. social, 920. filial and cheerful, 965. invitation to, 52. of earth and heaven, 64. of the heart, 70, 73. pious, 969. preparation for, 28, 72. public, 4, 5, 33, 45, 47, 50, 75. silent, 464. sincere, 390. social, call to, 905, 906. joy of, 902, 903. universal, 16. Y. Year, close of, 895, 899, 900. promises of, 858. the new, 886-894. Youth, and autumn, 756. and spring-time, 745. Youthful example, 750. Z. Zeal, true and false, 401. Zion, encouraged, 647. INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 1. 7s. M. Bowring. Humble Worship 1 When before thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and holy fear, Teach us, O our God! to feel All thy sacred presence near. 2 Check each proud and wandering thought When on thy great name we call; Man is nought--is less than nought: Thou, our God, art all in all. 3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we In this vale of darkness dwell; Yet presume to look to thee, 'Midst thy light ineffable. 4 O, receive the praise that dares Seek thy heaven-exalted throne; Bless our offerings, hear our pray'rs, Infinite and Holy One! 2. P. M. Anonymous. Solemn Invocation. 1 Come, thou Almighty King! Help us thy name to sing; Help us to praise! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days! 2 Come, thou all gracious Lord! By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend! Come, and thy children bless; Give thy good word success; Make thine own holiness On us descend! 3 Never from us depart; Rule thou in every heart, Hence, evermore! Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. 3. S. M. Montgomery. Exhortation to Praise. 1 Stand up and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify? 3 O for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to heaven our thought! 4 There, with benign regard, Our hymns he deigns to hear; Though unrevealed to mortal sense, The spirit feels him near. 5 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up and bless his glorious name, Henceforth for evermore. 4. L. M. Watts. Public Worship. 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 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering 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? 4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 5. L. M. Tate & Brady. The Same. 1 O, 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 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him, for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. 3 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; With joy and fear devoutly all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall! 6. L. M. Watts. "How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts." 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. 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 thy door. 3 God is our Sun--he makes our day; God is our shield--he guards our way; All needful grace he will bestow, And crown that grace with glory too. 4 O God! our king, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, Thy willing servants may we be, For blest are they who trust in thee. 7. C. M. Edmeston. The Lord's Day. 1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week! 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Beams its new rays of light! 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A sabbath o'er my soul! 8. C. M. Codman's Coll. The Blessing of the Sabbath. 1 Blest day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, The day of prayer and praise. 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise; And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days. 3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind; And they who do the Sabbath love, A happy week will find. 4 This day I must to God appear; For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine. 9. C. M. Mrs. Follen. Love of Sabbath Service. 1 How sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven, To cast our earthly thoughts away, And think of God and heaven! 2 How sweet to be allowed to pray Our sins may be forgiven! With filial confidence to say, "Father, who art in heaven!" 3 How sweet the words of peace to hear From him to whom 'tis given To wake the penitential tear, And lead the way to heaven! 4 And if, to make our sins depart, In vain the will has striven, He who regards the inmost heart Will send his grace from heaven. 10. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Steele. A Prayer for Lord's Day. 1 Great God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers. May we employ in work divine These solemn, these devoted hours; O may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly; Where God resides appear no more; Omniscient God, thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life dispensed to-day Invites us to a heavenly feast. May every ear the call obey; Be every heart a humble guest; O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed. 4 Thy spirit's powerful aid impart; O may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart; Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 11. C. M. H. Ware, Jr. Invoking God's Aid. 1 Father in heaven, to thee my heart Would lift itself in prayer; Drive from my soul each earthly thought And show thy presence there. 2 Each moment of my life renews The mercies of my Lord, Each moment is itself a gift To bear me on to God. 3 O, help me break the galling chains, This world has round me thrown, Each passion of my heart subdue, Each darling sin disown. 4 O Father, kindle in my breast A never dying flame Of holy love, of grateful trust In thine almighty name. 12. H. M. Hayward. Invocation for Lord's Day Morning. 1 Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest! We hail thy glad return: Lord, make these moments blest. From low delights and mortal toys We soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While we address thy face. O let us feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours: Then shall our souls new life obtain, Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 13. C. P. M. Day. Attendance on Worship. 1 I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name, Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaim, With every morning light; And at the close of every day, To him my cheerful homage pay, Who guards me through the night. 2 Then in his churches to appear, And pay my humble worship there, Shall be my sweet employ: The day that saw my Saviour rise Shall dawn on my delighted eyes With pure and holy joy. 3 With grateful sorrow in my breast, I'll celebrate the dying feast Of my exalted Lord; And, while his perfect love I view, His bright example I'll pursue, And meditate his word. 14. S. P. M. Watts. Delight in the House of God. 1 How pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned 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. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest; The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest. 15. 8 & 7s. M. Wesley's Coll. Divine Love. 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Father! thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every longing heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast; Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest. Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive, Graciously come down, and never, Never more thy temples leave. 16. L. M. Pierpont. Universal Worship. 1 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue! 2 Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favored worshipper may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son, Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer-- The incense of the heart--may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength and beauty bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee. 5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet-bards was strung, To thee, at last, in every clime Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 17. C. M. Presbyterian Coll. Prayer for special Favor. 1 Within thy house, O Lord, our God, In glory now appear; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies. 18. C. M. Watts. Daily and nightly Devotion. 1 Ye that obey the immortal King, Attend his holy place; Bow to the glories of his name, And sing his wondrous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And raise your thanks on high; Send your admiring thoughts, by night, Above the starry sky. 3 The God of Zion cheer your hearts With rays of quickening grace: 'Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad, Whose presence fills the place. 19. S. M. Montgomery. The Delight of Worship. 1 Glad was my heart to hear My old companions say Come, in the house of God appear, For 'tis a holy day. 2 Our willing feet shall stand Within thy temple-door; While young and old in many a band Shall throng the sacred floor. 3 Within these walls be peace And harmony be found: Zion, in all thy palaces, Prosperity abound! 4 For friends and brethren dear, Our prayer shall never cease Oft as they meet for worship here, God send his people peace! 20. S. M. E. Taylor. Call to the House of Prayer. 1 Come to the house of prayer, O ye afflicted, come: The God of peace shall meet you there-- He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love: Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all-- Who see'st the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call-- 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won. 21. H. M. Watts. Delight in Public Worship. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are! To thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Throughout these mortal years, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet! 22. 7s. Hammond. A Blessing humbly requested. 1 Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; O, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 2 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee; here we stay; Lord, from hence we would not go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 3 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down, lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope. 4 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick; the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee. 23. L. M. Anonymous. For Opening or Close of Service. 1 Thy presence, gracious God, afford; Prepare us to receive thy word; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mixed with what we hear. 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above; With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread. 3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear. 4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know and do thy will; Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day. 24. L. M. 6l. Heber. Seeking Refuge. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest in vain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost: Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 25. 11s. M. Edmeston. The House of God. 1 There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat, From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows; A holy, a sweet and a lovely retreat, A spring of refreshment, a place of repose. 2 'Tis the house of my God, 'tis the dwelling of prayer, The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise; If sorrow and faithlessness conquer me, there My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise. 3 For a refuge like this, ah, what praises are due! For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair: Ah, why are the seasons of worship so few? And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer? 26. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor. The Fount of Blessing. 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes, and vain desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. 2 From the fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes, Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. 3 Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind, Every kindred, tongue, and nation, From the stains of guilt refined. 4 Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none, Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. 27. C. M. Newton. A Blessing sought. 1 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear; Thy presence now display; We kneel within thy house of prayer; O, give us hearts to pray. 2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove; Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love. 3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, To kneel before thy face; O, make us, creatures of thy power, The children of thy grace. 28. 7s. M. J. Taylor. Preparation for Worship. 1 Lord, before thy presence come, Bow we down with holy fear; Call our erring footsteps home, Let us feel that thou art near. 2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers Come not where devotion kneels; Let the soul expand her stores, Glowing with the joy she feels. 3 At the portals of thine house, We resign our earth-born cares; Nobler thoughts our souls engross, Songs of praise and fervent prayers. 29. C. M. Rippon's Coll. "Hallowed be Thy name." 1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, O my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see. 30. S. M. Urwick's Coll. Pleasures of Spiritual Worship. 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, And sing his power divine! 2 These seasons of delight The dawn of glory seem, Like rays of pure, celestial light, Which on our spirits beam. 3 O, blest assurance this; Bright morn of heavenly day; Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, That cheers the pilgrim's way. 4 Thus may our joys increase, Our love more ardent grow, While rich supplies of Jesus' grace Refresh our souls below. 31. C. M. Watts. God present in the Sanctuary. 1 My Soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays; And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. 32. C. M. Pratt's Coll. A Blessing sought. 1 Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 3 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. 4 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 33. L. M. Tate & Brady. Public Worship. 1 For thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promised altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. 2 O thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercy try; For thou wilt cleanse the guilty stain, And wash away the crimson dye. 4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed, Within thy sacred dwelling lives; Whilst we at humbler distance taste The vast delight thy worship gives. 34. L. M. Frothingham. Truth and Love. 1 O God, whose presence glows in all, Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. 2 That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received-- Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour, To keep us meek, and make us free, And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side-- Send in its calm upon the breast; For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest. 35. L. M. Montgomery. Invoking a Blessing. 1 Lord! when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place, And, when thou hearest, O forgive! 2 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blessed Gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done. 3 But will indeed Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest? 4 That glory never hence depart! Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart, In every bosom fix thy throne. 36. 7s. M. 6l. J. Newton. A Prayer for Lord's Day. 1 Safely through another week Thou hast brought us on our way; Let us now thy blessing seek, Waiting in thy courts to-day: Day, of all the week the best-- Emblem of eternal rest. 2 Mercies multiplied each hour Through the week our praise demand: Guarded by almighty power, Fed and guided by thy hand, May we not forgetful be, Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee. 3 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame. From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound; Bring relief from all complaints. Thus let all our sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. 37. L. M. Bowring. Evening Worship. 1 How shall we praise thee, Lord of light! How shall we all thy love declare! The earth is veiled in shades of night, But heaven is open to our prayer,-- That heaven so bright with stars and suns-- That glorious heaven which has no bound, Where the full tide of being runs, And life and beauty glow around. 2 We would adore thee, God sublime! Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, Are greater than the round of time, And wider than the bounds of space, O how shall thought expression find, All lost in thine immensity! How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind, Amid thy dread infinity! 3 But thou art present with us here, As in thy glittering, high domain; And grateful hearts and humble fear Can never seek thy face in vain. Help us to praise thee, Lord of light! Help us thy boundless love declare; And, here within thy courts to-night, Aid us, and hearken to our prayer. 38. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Sabbath of the Soul. 1 O Father! though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way, No fear nor doubt shall enter here,-- All shall be thine to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine. 3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. 4 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate this day, The Sabbath of the soul. 39. 7s. M. Bowring. Lowly Praise. 1 Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, Hear the praises of our race, And, while hearing, let thy grace Dews of sweet forgiveness pour; While we know, benignant King, That the praises which we bring Are a worthless offering Till thy blessing makes it more. 2 More of truth, and more of might, More of love, and more of light, More of reason, and of right, From thy pardoning grace be given! It can make the humblest song Sweet, acceptable, and strong, As the strains the angels' throng Pour around the throne of heaven. 40. L. M. M. W. Hale. The Day of Rest. 1 This day let grateful praise ascend To thee, our Father, and our Friend, Thee, Author of this holy light, Thee, throned in boundless power and might. 2 O, let the sacred hours be given To truth, to duty, and to heaven; While trusting faith and holy love Rise fervent to thy throne above. 3 Grant that our earthly Sabbaths be But dawnings of eternity, To shadow forth the glorious rest, The heavenly quiet of the blest. 41. L. M. Bathurst. Improvement of the Sabbath. 1 This day the Lord hath called his own; O, let us, then, his praise declare, Fix our desires on him alone, And seek his face with fervent prayer. 2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, Which bids the burdened soul be free, And, with united heart and voice, Devote these sacred hours to thee. 3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our grovelling thoughts employ But Faith be taught to stretch her wings, In search of heaven's unfailing joy. 4 O, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, Be to our lasting welfare blest; The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for eternal rest. 42. S. M. Bulfinch. Sabbath Worship. 1 Hail to the Sabbath day! The day divinely given, When men to God their homage pay, And earth draws near to heaven. 2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend. 3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God. 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity. 5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light. 43. S. M. Spirit of the Psalms. The Delights of the Sabbath. 1 Sweet is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour, Thy boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy, Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. 44. L. M. Raffles. The Hour of Prayer. 1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 45. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith. Devout Worship of God. 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; Thy saints adore thy holy name; Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee, And, humbly, thy protection claim. 2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust; The breath of life thy Spirit gave; Where, but in thee, can mortals trust? Who, but our God, has power to save? 3 Still may thy children in thy word Their common trust and refuge see; O bind us to each other, Lord, By one great tie,--the love of thee. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise, With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day. 46. S. M. Watts. The Sabbath Welcomed. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of folly and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, Till called to rise and soar away To everlasting bliss. 47. S. M. Watts. Public Worship. Ps. 95. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing: Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his works, and not our own: He formed 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. 48. C. M. Jervis. Homage and Devotion. 1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above-- That glorious temple in the skies Where dwells eternal love. 2 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee Our filial duty pay; Thy service, unconstrained and free, Conducts to endless day. 3 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. 4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring. 49. L. M. Newton. The Lord's Day. 1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest, Which hides us from the world awhile! 2 How happy they, whose lot is cast Where Christ invites the "weary" yet; They find their sorrows quickly past, And all their burdens soon forget. 3 Though pinched with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heavenly bread. 4 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord! And here thy promised presence seek; Open thy hand with blessings stored, And give us manna for the week. 50. L. M. Butcher. Christian Worship. 1 Father of all! where shall we find A temple suited to thy praise? To thee, the uncreated Mind, What earthly altar shall we raise? 2 We'll call a multitude around, And gladly seek the house of prayer; There thy salvation we have found, And still, O God, we'll seek it there. 3 From breast to breast the holy flame Shall kindle round the sacred place: At once we'll hymn our Father's name, At once we'll seek our Father's face. 4 There, heavenly Father, condescend To meet us with peculiar love; And when the hymns of earth shall end, We'll give thee nobler hymns above. 51. L. M. Pope's Coll. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Father! adored in worlds above, Thy glorious name be hallowed still; Thy kingdom come with power and love, And earth, like heaven, obey thy will. 2 Lord! make our daily wants thy care; Forgive the sins which we forsake: And, as we in thy kindness share, Let fellow-men of ours partake. 3 Evils beset us every hour; Thy kind protection we implore: Thine is the kingdom, thine the power; Be thine the glory evermore! 52. C. M. Montgomery. Mutual Invitation. 1 Come, let us join our souls to God In everlasting bands, And seize the blessings he bestows With eager hearts and hands. 2 Come, let us to his temple haste, And seek his favor there, Before his footstool humbly bow, And offer fervent prayer. 3 Come, let us share, without delay, The blessings of his grace; Nor shall the years of distant life Their mem'ry e'er efface. 4 O, may our children ever haste To seek their fathers' God, Nor e'er forsake the happy path Their fathers' feet have trod. 53. C. M. Milton. "The Lord God is a Sun and Shield." Ps. 84. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where thou dost dwell so near! 2 Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise, Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways. 3 They pass through sorrow's thirsty vale, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful, wat'ry dale, Where springs and showers abound. 4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion do appear. 5 For God the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; No good from them shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right. 54. L. M. Salisbury Co. House of God. 1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore, And humbly bow before his face; Let all within us feel his power; Let all within us seek his grace. 2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night United choirs of angels sing: To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings! may thy praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill: Still may we stand before thy face-- Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 55. L. M. New York Coll. Sabbath Day. 1 We bless thee for this sacred day, Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Lord, in this day of holy rest, We would improve the calm repose; And, in thy service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart, Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne. 56. C. M. Montgomery. Introduction to Evening Worship. 1 On the first Christian Sabbath eve, When his disciples met O'er his lost fellowship to grieve, Nor knew the Scripture yet,-- 2 Lo! in their midst his form was seen,-- The form in which he died; Their Master's marred and wounded mien,-- His hands, his feet, his side. 3 Then were they glad their Lord to know, And hailed him, yet with fear;-- Jesus, again thy presence show; Meet thy disciples here. 4 Be in our midst; let faith rejoice Our risen Lord to view, And make our spirits hear thy voice Say, "Peace be unto you!" 57. C. M. Watts. Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day!" 2 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair: The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 3 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest; With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest. 4 My soul shall pray for Zion still While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell; There God, my Saviour, reigns. 58. L. M. Stennett. Sabbath Morning. 1 Another six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun: Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day which God hath blest. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies, And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day-- In holy pleasures--pass away: How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end! 59. 7s. M. Miss H. F. Gould. The Sabbath. 1 Choice of God, thou blessed day, At thy dawn the grave gave way To the power of him within, Who had, sinless, bled for sin. 2 Thine the radiance to illume First, for man, the dismal tomb, When its bars their weakness owned, There revealing death dethroned. 3 Then the Sun of righteousness Rose, a darkened world to bless, Bringing up from mortal night Immortality and light. 4 Day of glory, day of power, Sacred be thine every hour, Emblem, earnest of the rest That remaineth for the blest! 60. C. M. Mrs. Bareauld. The Lord's Day Morning. 1 Again the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapped The heathen world in gloom! O what a sun which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb! 3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 61. L. M. Watts. Sabbath on Earth and in Heaven. Ps. 92. 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. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word: Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep thy counsels, how divine! 4 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refined my heart, And, raised to holier courts above, I praise thee with a purer love. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 62. C. P. M. Merrick. The Sabbath and the Earthly Temple. 1 The joyful morn, my God, is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore: My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend And tread the hallowed floor. 2 With holy joy I hail the day, That warns my thirsting soul away; What transports fill my breast! For, lo! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And leads me to his rest! 3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring; Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail the immortal King. 63. C. M. Watts. Longing for the House 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 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. 64. L. M. Heber. The Worship of Earth and Heaven. 1 Hosanna! Lord, thine angels cry: Hosanna! Lord, we hear reply: Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound. 2 O Father! with protecting care Meet us in this, thy house of prayer; Assembled in Messiah's name, Thy promised blessing here we claim. 3 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal! let thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy thee. 65. L. M. Watts. Watchfulness and Brotherly Reproof. Ps. 141. 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 every 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 wandering way; Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer, my head. 4 When I behold them prest with grief I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. 66. L. M. Watts. The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 3 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their Strength; and through the road They lean upon their Helper, God. 4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join the nobler worship there. 67. L. M. C. Robbins. "Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth." 1 While thus thy throne of grace we seek, O God, within our spirits speak! For we will hear thy voice to-day, Nor turn our hardened hearts away. 2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love, Till all our best affections move; We long to hear no meaner call, But feel that Thou art all in all. 3 To conscience speak thy quickening word, Till all its sense of sin is stirred: For we would leave no stain of guile, To cloud the radiance of thy smile. 4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart, Till every fear and doubt depart: For we can find no home or rest, Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest. 68. H. M. Roman Breviary. For a Blessing on Worship. 1 Here, gracious God! do thou For evermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful prayer, And mark each suppliant sigh: In copious shower, on all who pray, This holy day, thy blessings pour. 2 Here may we find from heaven The grace which we implore; And may that grace once given, Be with us evermore: Until that day, when all the blest To endless rest are called away. 69. L. M. Sun. School H. B. Sabbath Hymn. 1 Called by the Sabbath bells away, Unto thy holy temple, Lord, I'll go, with willing mind to pray, To praise thy name and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy, Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy The holy calm I find in thee. 3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me, For God has given them in his love, To tell how calm, how blest shall be The endless day of heaven above. 70. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Worship of the Heart. 1 When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors shall he pay? How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires, Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? 3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare: But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 71. 7s. M. Sun. School H. B. Sunday Evening. 1 Sacred day, forever blest! Day of all our days the best! Welcome hours of praise and prayer, Free from toil, fatigue, and care! 2 Happy, truly happy, Lord, Those who hear and read thy word! Happy those who dwell with thee! Who thy grace and glory see. 3 We once more have heard thy voice, Lord, in thee our souls rejoice; Borne by faith to worlds on high, Called to reign above the sky. 4 Though this day of rest we close, Still in thee our hearts repose; Guide and guard us all our days: O may all our lives be praise! 72. 7s. M. 6l. J. Taylor. Invitation to pure Worship. 1 At the portals of thy house, Lord, we leave our mortal cares: Nobler thoughts our souls engage, Songs of praise, and fervent prayers. Pure and contrite hearts alone Find acceptance at thy throne. 2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray From the temple of the Lord! Teach them Zion's heavenly way; To their feet thy light afford. Let the world unite to raise Solemn harmonies of praise. 73. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley. Worship in spirit and in truth. 1 Father of omnipresent grace! We seem agreed to seek thy face: But every soul assembled here Doth naked in thy sight appear; Thou know'st who only bows the knee, And who in heart approaches thee. 2 To-day, while it is called to-day, Awake and stir us up to pray; The spirit of thy word impart, And breathe the life into our heart; Our weakness help, our darkness chase, And guide us by the light of grace. 74. L. M. Doddridge. Subjection to the Father of Spirits. 1 Eternal Source of light and thought! Be all beneath thyself forgot, Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey Of thee some faint reflected ray, They wondering to their Father rise: His power how vast! his thoughts how wise! 3 O may we live before thy face, The willing subjects of thy grace; And through each path of duty move, With filial awe, and filial love. 75. L. M. Montgomery. Public Worship. 1 God in his temple let us meet, In spirit, low before him bend: Here he hath fixed his mercy-seat, Here on his Sabbath we attend. 2 Arise into thy resting-place, Thou, and thine ark of strength, O Lord! Shine through the veil, we seek thy face: Speak, for we hearken to thy word. 3 With righteousness thy priests array: Joyful thy favored people be: Let those who teach, and those who pray, Let all--be holiness to thee! 76. L. M. 6l. Dryden. The Divine Spirit implored. 1 Creator Spirit, by whose light The sleeping worlds were called from night! Come, visit every pious mind, Come, pour thy joys on human kind; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make us temples worthy thee. 2 Plenteous in grace descend from high, Rich in thy sevenfold energy; Our frailty help, our vice control, Thou ruler of our secret soul! And, lest our feet should haply stray Protect and guide us in the way. 77. L. M. J. Wesley. "The healthful spirit of God's grace." 1 Spirit of grace, and health, and power! Fountain of light and love below! Abroad thy healing influence shower; On all thy servants let it flow. 2 Inflame our hearts with perfect love; In us the work of faith fulfil: So not heaven's host shall swifter move, Than we on earth to do thy will. 3 Father! 'tis thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply; Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field, And hearest the young ravens cry. 4 On thee we cast our care; we live Through thee, who know'st our every need: O feed us with thy grace, and give Our souls this day the living bread! 78. C. M. Doddridge. Life dedicated to God. 1 Shine on our souls, eternal God! With rays of beauty shine; O let thy favor crown our days, And all their round be thine. 2 Did we not raise our hands to thee, Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give, If thou thy love restrain. 3 With thee let every week begin; With thee each day be spent; For thee each fleeting hour improved, Since each by thee is lent. 4 Thus cheer us through the checkered road, Till all our labors cease, And heaven refresh our weary souls With everlasting peace. 79. 7s. M. S. F. Smith. Sabbath Evening. 1 Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life's setting sun; When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth, as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad; 'Tis the holy peace of God,-- Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near, Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 80. L. M. Anonymous. Close of Worship. Evening. 1 Ere to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, Thy grace once more, O God, we crave, From folly and from sin to save. 2 May the great truths we here have heard-- The lessons of thy holy word-- Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep, And all our souls from error keep. 3 Oh! may the influence of this day, Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above. 81. C. M. Cappe's Sel. Prayer for Divine Direction. 1 Eternal Source of life and light, Supremely good and wise, To thee we bring our grateful vows, To thee lift up our eyes. 2 Our dark and erring minds illume With truth's celestial rays; Inspire our hearts with sacred love, And tune our lips to praise. 3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace, Through life's perplexing road; And place us, when that journey's o'er At thy right hand, O God. 82. 8s. 7s. & 4s. Jay. Prayer for a Blessing. 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit, Bless the sower and the seed; Let each heart thy grace inherit; Raise the weak, the hungry feed; From the gospel Now supply thy people's need. 2 O, may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's designed to give, Let us all, thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive, And forever To thy praise and glory live. 83. C. M. Montgomery. After Divine Service. 1 Again our ears have heard the voice At which the dead shall live; O, may the sound our hearts rejoice, And strength immortal give! 2 And have we heard the word with joy? And have we felt its power? To keep it be our blest employ, Till life's extremest hour. 84. 8 & 7s. M. Bickersteth. Closing Hymn. 1 Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me. Through my pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead me, Where thy flock rejoicing go. 2 Lord, thy guardian presence ever, Meekly kneeling, I implore; I have found thee, and would never, Never wander from thee more. 85. 7s. M. Peabody's Coll. Closing Supplication. 1 Father! bless thy word to all; Quick and powerful may it prove; O, may sinners hear thy call, May thy people grow in love. 2 Father, bid the world rejoice; Send thy heavenly truth abroad; May the nations hear thy voice, Hear it, and return to God. 86. C. M. Bp. Heber. "The Seed is the Word of God." 1 O God, by whom the seed is given, By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven Is planted in our breast. 2 Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun's intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care! 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, Do thou thy grace supply: The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky. 87. C. M. Anonymous. "God giveth the Increase." 1 Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, Be it thy servants' care Thy heavenly blessing to bring down By humble, fervent prayer. 2 In vain we plant without thine aid, And water, too, in vain: Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heavenly rain. 3 Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues Begin this song divine-- "Thou, Lord, hast given the rich increase, And be the glory thine." 88. L. M. H. Ballou. Dismission. 1 From worship, now, thy church dismiss-- But not without thy blessing, Lord; O grant a taste of heavenly bliss, And seal instruction from thy word. 2 Oft may these pleasant scenes return When we shall meet to worship thee; Oft may our hearts within us burn To hear thy word, thy goodness see. 3 And when these pleasant scenes are past, To thee, our God, O may we come, And meet th' assembled world at last, In Zion, our eternal home. 89. H. M. J. Newton. The Same. On what has now been sown Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The power is thine alone To make it spring and grow. Do thou the gracious harvest raise, And thou alone shalt have the praise. 90. H. M. E. Turner. Thanks at the Close of Service. 1 Kind Lord, before thy face Again with joy we bow, For all the gifts and grace Thou dost on us bestow. Our tongues would all thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 2 Here, in thine earthly house, Our joyful souls have met; Here paid our solemn vows, And felt our union sweet. For this our tongues thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 3 Now may we dwell in peace Till here again we come; And may our love increase Till thou shalt bring us home. Then shall our tongues thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 91. 8 & 7s. M. C. Robbins. Close of Worship. Evening. 1 Lo! the day of rest declineth; Gather fast the shades of night-- May the Sun that ever shineth, Fill our souls with heavenly light. 2 Softly now the dew is falling; Peace o'er all the scene is spread;-- On his children meekly calling, Purer influence God will shed. 3 While thine ear of love addressing, Thus our parting hymn we sing, Father, give thine evening blessing; Fold us safe beneath thy wing. 92. C. M. Kippis' Coll. Close of Evening Worship. 1 Soon will our fleeting hours be past; And, as the setting sun Sinks downward in the radiant west, Our parting beams be gone. 2 May He, from whom all blessings flow, Our sacred rites attend, Uniting all in wisdom's ways, Till life's short journey end; 3 And as the rapid sands run down, Our virtue still improve, Till each receive the glorious crown Of never-fading love. 93. L. M. Heber. Close of Service. 1 Lord, now we part in thy blest name, In which we here together came: Grant us our few remaining days To work thy will and spread thy praise. 2 Teach us in life and death to bless The Lord our strength and righteousness; And grant us all to meet above; Then shall we better sing thy love. 94. 7s. M. Montgomery. Praise from all Lands. 1 All ye nations, praise the Lord; All ye lands, your voices raise; Heaven and earth, with loud accord, Praise the Lord, forever praise. 2 For his truth and mercy stand, Past and present, and to be, Like the years of his right hand, Like his own eternity. 3 Praise him, ye who know his love; Praise him from the depths beneath; Praise him in the heights above; Praise your Maker, all that breathe. 95. L. M. Watts. The Joy and Blessing of Worship. 1 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee; At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven and learn the way. 2 O, write upon our memory, Lord, The text and doctrines of thy word: That we may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before. 96. 8 & 7s. M. S. F. Adams. Close of Worship. 1 Part in peace! is day before us? Praise his name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? Bless His care who guards the night. 2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving, Rendering, as we homeward tread, Gracious service to the living, Tranquil memory to the dead. 3 Part in peace! such are the praises God, our Maker, loveth best; Such the worship that upraises Human hearts to heavenly rest. 97. L. M. Anonymous. Close of Worship. Evening. 1 While now upon this Sabbath eve, Thy house, Almighty God, we leave 'Tis sweet, as sinks the setting sun, To think on all our duties done. 2 Oh! evermore may all our bliss Be peaceful, pure, divine, like this; And may each Sabbath, as it flies, Fit us for joy beyond the skies. 98. 8 & 7s. M. Toplady's Coll. Dismission. 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above; Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy Gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound. 99. L. M. Montgomery. Sunday Evening. 1 Millions within thy courts have been; Millions this day have bent the knee; But thou, soul-searching God! hast seen The hearts of all that worshipped thee. 2 From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still, where evening stretched her shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs. 3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To those in trouble thou wert nigh; Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 4 Yet one prayer more;--and be it one, In which both heaven and earth accord: Fulfil thy promise to thy Son; Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord! 100. L. M. Moravian. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Thy name be hallowed evermore; O God! thy kingdom come with power! Thy will be done, and day by day, Give us our daily bread, we pray: 2 Lord! evermore to us be given The living bread that came from heaven: Water of life on us bestow, Thou art the Source, the Fountain thou. CHARACTER, ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 101. L. M. Mrs. Steele. Being of God. 1 There is a God--all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies: See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When first the beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak attempts of art; Their bright, inimitable dyes Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of a God; Come, bow before him, and adore. 102. S. M. Mrs. Steele. God our Father. 1 My Father! cheering name! O, may I call thee mine? Give me the humble hope to claim A portion so divine. 2 Whate'er thy will denies, I calmly would resign; For thou art just, and good, and wise: O, bend my will to thine! 3 Whate'er thy will ordains, O give me strength to bear Still let me know a father reigns, And trust a father's care. 4 Thy ways are little known To my weak, erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all thy ways are right. 5 My Father!--blissful name! Above expression dear! If thou accept my humble claim, I bid adieu to fear. 103. L. M. Bryant. The Paternal Love of God. 1 Father! to thy kind love we owe All that is fair and good below; Bestower of the health that lies On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes! 2 Giver of sunshine and of rain! Ripener of fruits on hill and plain! Fountain of light, that, rayed afar, Fills the vast urns of sun and star! 3 Yet deem we not that thus alone, Thy mercy and thy love are shown; For we have learned, with higher praise, And holier names, to speak thy ways. 4 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay! Sole trust when life shall pass away! Teacher of hopes that light the gloom Of death, and consecrate the tomb! 104. C. M. Martineau's Coll. Omnipotence of God. 1 'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres, And stretched the boundless skies, Who formed the plan of endless years, And bade the ages rise. 2 From everlasting is his might, Immense and unconfined; He pierces through the realms of light, And rides upon the wind. 3 He darts along the burning sky; Loud thunders round him roar; Through worlds above his terrors fly, While worlds below adore. 4 He speaks,--great nature's wheels stand still And leave their wonted round; The mountains melt; each trembling hill Forsakes its ancient bound. 5 Ye worlds, and every living thing, Fulfil his high command; Pay grateful homage to your King, And own his ruling hand. 105. C. M. H. K. White. Almighty Power and Majesty of God. 1 The Lord our God is clothed with might; The winds obey his will; He speaks, and in the heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Ye winds of night, your force combine Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar; In distant peals it dies; He binds the whirlwinds to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations, bend; in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. 106. C. M. Watts. God is Everywhere. 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 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest; My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high; Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 107. L. M. Spirit of the Psalms. Eternity of God. 1 Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages, in their flight, With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, A passing thought, that soon is o'er, That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. 108. C. M. 6l. Conder. Where is God? 1 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, Above that dome of sky, Farther than thought itself can flee, Thy dwelling is on high; Yet dear the awful thought to me, That thou, my God, art nigh. 2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air; The waves obey thy dread control: Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere? 3 O, not in circling depth, or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though veiled from sight, There does his spirit rest. O come, thou Presence Infinite, And make thy creatures blest. 109. L. M. Watts. The all-seeing God. 1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through; Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 3 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 4 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. 110. L. M. 6l. Montgomery. God Good and Omniscient. 1 How precious are thy thoughts of peace, O God! to me,--how great the sum! New every morn, they never cease; They were, they are, and yet shall come, In number and in compass more Than ocean's sand, or ocean's shore. 2 Search me, O God! and know my heart, Try me, my secret soul survey; And warn thy servant to depart From every false and evil way: So shall thy truth my guidance be, In life and immortality. 111. L. M. Blacklock. Omniscience and Omnipresence. 1 Father of all, omniscient Mind, Thy wisdom who can comprehend? Its highest point what eye can find, Or to its lowest depths descend? 2 If up to heaven's ethereal height, Thy prospect to elude, I rise, In splendor there supremely bright, Thy presence shall my sight surprise. 3 Thee, mighty God, my wondering soul, Thee, all her conscious powers adore, Whose being circumscribes the whole, Whose eyes the universe explore. 4 Thine essence fills this breathing frame; It glows in every vital part, Lights up our souls with livelier flame, And feeds with life each beating heart. 5 To thee, from whom our being came, Whose smile is all the heaven we know, Inspired with this exalted theme, To thee our grateful strains shall flow. 112. C. M. Watts. Infinity of God. 1 Great God, how infinite art thou! How weak and frail are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And homage pay to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere earth or heaven was made; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through varying scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares, While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 113. S. P. M. Watts. The Majesty of God. 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crowned, Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, And rays of majesty around. 2 Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey thy word; Thy throne was fixed on high Ere stars adorned the sky; Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 3 Thy promises are true; Thy grace is ever new; There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove; Thy saints, with holy fear, Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. 114. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring. God is Love. 1 God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move; But his mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove; From the gloom his brightness streameth, God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above: Everywhere his glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love. 115. L. M. Fergus. God the Creator. 1 The Spirit moved upon the waves That darkly rolled, a shoreless sea; He spake the word, and light burst forth, A glorious, bright immensity. 2 At his command, the mountains heaved Their rocky pinnacles on high, Island and continent displayed Their desert grandeur to the sky. 3 The voice of God was heard again, And lovely flowers and graceful trees Appeared on every vale and plain, And perfumes floated on the breeze. 4 The word went forth, and vast and high The heavenly orbs gave out their light, O'er all the earth and sea and sky; The rulers of the day and night. 116. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll. Omnipresence of God. 1 Above, below, where'er I gaze, Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view, Traced in the midnight planets' blaze, Or glist'ning in the morning dew: Whate'er is beautiful or fair, Is but thine own reflection there. 2 And when the radiant orb of light Hath tipped the mountain tops with gold Smote with the blaze, my weary sight Shrinks from the wonders I behold; That ray of glory, bright and fair, Is but thy living shadow there. 3 Thine is the silent noon of night, The twilight eve, the dewy morn; Whate'er is beautiful and bright, Thy hands have fashioned to adorn. Thy glory walks in every sphere, And all things whisper, "God is here." 117. C. M. Watts. The Perfections of God. 1 How shall I praise th' eternal God, That infinite Unknown? Who can ascend his high abode, Or venture near his throne? 2 Those watchful eyes that never sleep, Survey the world around: His wisdom is a boundless deep, Where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 Speak we of strength, his arm is strong, To save or to destroy: To him eternal years belong, And never-ending joy. 4 He knows no shadow of a change, Nor alters his decrees; Firm as a rock his truth remains, To guard his promises. 118. C. M. Drennan. "God is a Spirit." 1 The heaven of heavens cannot contain The universal Lord; Yet he in humble hearts will deign To dwell and be adored. 2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice Of fervent praise and prayer, Or on the earth, or in the skies, The God of heaven is there. 3 His presence is diffused abroad Through realms, through worlds unknown; Who seek the mercies of our God Are ever near his throne. 119. C. M. Watts. Power, Wisdom and Goodness of God. 1 I sing the mighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 There's not a plant or flower below, But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 120. L. M. Mrs. Gilman. God our Father. 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power? My Father! let me turn to thee, And set each thought of darkness free. 2 Is there a time of rushing grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief? My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume. 3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul's employ? My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with thee, their home. 4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, The glow of life, the dying hour, Shall own my Father's grace and power. 121. 10s. M. Mme. Guion. God Incomprehensible. 1 Almighty Former of creation's plan, Faintly reflected in thine image, man; Holy and just,--the greatness of whose name Rules and supports this universal frame:-- 2 Whose spirit fills the infinitude of space,-- Who art thyself thine own vast dwelling place;-- Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of ours Discerns, eluding our most active powers:-- 3 Encircling shades attend thine awful throne, That veil thy face, and keep thee still unknown; Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost part, Lord of the thoughts, and Sovereign of the heart! 122. C. M. Wallace. God seen in his Works. 1 There's not a star whose twinkling light Illumes the distant earth, And cheers the solemn gloom of night, But goodness gave it birth. 2 There's not a cloud whose dews distil Upon the parching clod, And clothe with verdure vale and hill, That is not sent by God. 3 There's not a place in earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found; For God is everywhere. 4 Around, within, below, above, Wherever space extends, There Heaven displays its boundless love, And power with goodness blends. 123. C. M. Watts. God the Creator. 1 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise; Thee all thy creatures sing: While with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace, ring. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And decked with sparkling gold. 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike the gazing sight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, With terror and delight. 4 Almighty power, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder, God. 124. S. M. Mrs. Steele. God, our Creator and Benefactor. 1 My Maker and my King! To thee my all I owe: Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, From whence my blessings flow. 2 Thou ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love. 3 The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live: My God! thy benefits demand More praise than tongue can give. 4 O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. 125. L. M. Watts. The Good Providence of God. Ps. 36. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God! Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; 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 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. 126. L. M. Kippis. God Incomprehensible. 1 Great God! in vain man's narrow view Attempts to look thy nature through; Our laboring powers with reverence own Thy glories never can be known. 2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 3 And yet thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal minds to know; While wisdom, goodness, power divine, Through all thy works and conduct shine. 4 O, may our souls with rapture trace Thy works of nature and of grace: Explore thy sacred truth, and still Press on to know and do thy will. 127. C. M. Tate & Brady. God Unchangeable. 1 Through endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God; Each future age shall know thy name, And tell thy works abroad. 2 The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid; By thee the beauteous arch of heaven With matchless skill was made. 3 Soon may this goodly frame of things Created by thy hand, Be, like a vesture, laid aside, And changed at thy command. 4 But thy perfections, all divine, Eternal as thy days, Through everlasting ages shine, With undiminished rays. 128. C. M. Cowper. Purposes of God developed by his Providence. 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 4 His purposes will ripen fast Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 129. S. M. Montgomery. "The darkness and the light are both alike to thee." 1 In darkness as in light, Hidden alike from view, I sleep, I wake within His sight, Who looks existence through. 2 From the dim hour of birth, Through every changing state Of mortal pilgrimage on earth, Till its appointed date; 3 All that I am,--have been,-- All that I yet may be, He sees at once, as he hath seen, And shall forever see. 130. C. M. Browne. Universal Goodness of God. 1 Lord! thou art good: all nature shows Its mighty Author kind: Thy bounty through creation flows, Full, free, and unconfined. 2 The whole, and every part, proclaims Thine infinite good-will; It shines in stars, and flows in streams, And blooms on every hill. 3 We view it o'er the spreading main, And heavens which spread more wide; It drops in gentle showers of rain, And rolls in every tide. 4 Through the vast whole it pours supplies, Spreads joy through every part: O, may such love attract my eyes, And captivate my heart! 5 My highest admiration raise, My best affections move! Employ my tongue in songs of praise, And fill my heart with love! 131. L. M. Mme. Guion. The Omnipresent Peace of God. 1 O Thou, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide;-- My Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spent! 2 All scenes alike engaging prove, To souls impressed with sacred love; Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To them remains nor place nor time; Their country is in every clime; They can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 132. C. M. Eng. Bap. Coll. Providence Kind and Bountiful. 1 Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands, While earthly thrones decay; And time submits to thy commands, While ages roll away. 2 Thy sovereign bounty freely gives Its unexhausted store; And universal nature lives On thy sustaining power. 3 Holy and just in all its ways Is Providence divine; In all its works, immortal rays Of power and mercy shine. 4 The praise of God--delightful theme!-- Shall fill my heart and tongue; Let all creation bless his name, In one eternal song. 133. S. M. Watts. A Holy God. Ps. 99. 1 Exalt the Lord our God, And worship at his feet; His nature is all holiness, And mercy is his seat. 2 When Israel was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, He gave his people rest. 3 Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; And oft he made his vengeance known, When they abused his grace. 4 Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still the same; Still he's a God of holiness, And jealous for his name. 134. C. M. Tate & Brady. God's Condescension. 1 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name! 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high, Employs my wondering sight,-- The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light,-- 3 Lord, what is man, that he is blessed With thy peculiar care! Why on his offspring is conferred Of love so large a share? 4 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name! 135. L. M. Wm. Taylor. God the Universal Benefactor. 1 God of the universe! whose hand Hath sown with suns the fields of space, Round which, obeying thy command, Unnumbered worlds fulfil their race: 2 How vast the region, where thy will Existence, form, and order gives! Pleased the wide cup with joy to fill, For all that grows, and feels, and lives. 3 Lord! while we thank thee, let us learn Beneficence to all below; Those praise thee best, whose bosoms burn Thy gifts on others to bestow. 136. L. M. C. Wesley. The Holiness of God. 1 Holy as thou, O Lord, is none! Thy holiness is all thine own; A drop of that unbounded sea Is ours, a drop derived from thee. 2 And when thy purity we share, Only thy glory we declare; And humbled into nothing own, Holy and pure is God alone. 3 Sole self-existent God and Lord, By all the heavenly hosts adored! Let all on earth bow down to thee, And own thy peerless majesty. 137. 6s. M. Drummond. Unity of God. 1 The God who reigns alone O'er earth, and sea, and sky, Let man with praises own, And sound his honors high. 2 Him all in heaven above, Him all on earth below, The exhaustless Source of love, The great Creator know. 3 He formed the living flame, He gave the reasoning mind; Then only He may claim The worship of mankind. 4 So taught his only Son, Blessed messenger of grace! The Eternal is but one, No second holds his place. 138. C. M. Thomson. All-embracing Providence of God. 1 Jehovah God! thy gracious power On every hand we see; O may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy love, our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend! 139. C. M. Beddome. The Mysteries of Providence. 1 Almighty God! thy wondrous works Of providence and grace, An angel's perfect mind exceed, And all our pride abase. 2 Stupendous heights! amazing depths! Creatures in vain explore: Or, if a transient glimpse we gain, 'Tis faint and quickly o'er. 3 Though all the mysteries lie concealed Beyond what we can see, Grant us the knowledge of ourselves, The knowledge, Lord, of thee. 140. L. M. Tate & Brady. "Whither shall I go from thy presence?" 1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 2 O could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting thee! Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? Or whither from thy presence run? 3 If I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 4 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night, One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 5 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way. 141. L. M. 6l. W. Ray. Perfection of God. 1 Thou art, almighty Lord of all, From everlasting still the same; Before thee dazzling seraphs fall, And veil their faces in a flame, To see such bright perfections glow-- Such floods of glory from thee flow. 2 What mortal hand shall dare to paint A semblance of thy glory, Lord? The brightest rainbow-tints are faint; The brightest stars of heaven afford But dim effusions of those rays Of light that round Jehovah blaze. 3 The sun himself is but a gleam, A transient meteor, from thy throne; And every frail and fickle beam, That ever in creation shone, Is nothing, Lord, compared to thee In thy own vast immensity. 4 But though thy brightness may create All worship from the hosts above, What most thy name must elevate Is, that thou art a God of love; And mercy is the central sun Of all thy glories joined in one. 142. L. M. Watts. "Canst thou find out the Almighty?" 1 Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? 2 God is a King of power unknown; Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dare oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? 3 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon The fainting sun grows dim at noon: The pillars of heaven's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof. 4 These are a portion of his ways: But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? 143. C. H. M. Anonymous. The surpassing Glory of God. 1 Since o'er thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strown, O what magnificence must glow, Great God, about thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light-- There the full ocean rolls--how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky-- With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy With glittering diamonds fraught-- Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! 3 The dazzling sun, at noon-day hour-- Forth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower Till vale and mountain blaze-- But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine: What, then, the day where thou dost shine? 4 O how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays! Or how our spirits so impure, Upon thy glory gaze!-- Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight, And fit us for that world of light. 144. C. M. Sternhold. Majesty of God. Ps. 18. 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain, And he, as sovereign Lord and King, Forevermore shall reign. 145. C. M. Watts. Decrees and Providence of God. 1 Let the whole race of creatures lie Abased before the Lord: Whate'er his mighty hand has formed He governs with a word. 2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought. 3 Trusting thy wisdom, God of love, We would not wish to know What, in the book of thy decrees, Awaits us here below 4 Be this alone our fervent prayer,-- Whate'er our lot shall be, Or joys, or sorrows, may they form Our souls for heaven and thee. 146. L. M. Walker's Coll. "God, with whom is no Variableness." 1 All-powerful, self-existent God, Who all creation dost sustain! Thou wast, and art, and art to come, And everlasting is thy reign! 2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminished lustre shine. 3 Fountain of being! Source of good! Immutable thou dost remain! Nor can the shadow of a change Obscure the glories of thy reign. 4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve, If such the great Creator's will; But thou forever art the same, I AM, is thy memorial still. 147. C. M. Anonymous. God Omnipresent. 1 There's not a place in earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere. 2 Around, within, below, above, Wherever space extends, There heaven displays its boundless love, And power with mercy blends. 3 Then rise, my soul, and sing his name, And all his praise rehearse, Who spread abroad earth's wondrous frame, And built the universe. 4 Where'er thine earthly lot is cast, His power and love declare; Nor think the mighty theme too vast, For God is everywhere. 148. L. M. Anonymous. Providence Mysterious. 1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design, Are framed upon thy throne above, And every dark or bending line Meets in the centre of thy love. 2 With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals thine arrangements view, Not knowing that the least are sure, And the mysterious just and true. 3 They neither know nor trace the way; But, trusting to thy piercing eye, None of their feet to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 4 My favored soul shall meekly learn To lay her reason at thy throne; Too weak thy secrets to discern, I'll trust thee for my guide alone. GENERAL PRAISE. 149. L. M. Tate & Brady. Praise to the great Jehovah. 1 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 2 O God, our hearts are fixed and bent Their thankful tribute to present; And, with the heart, the voice, we'll raise To thee, our God, in songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord, we will resound To all the listening nations round; Thy mercy highest heaven transcends; Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 4 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 150. 7s. M. Salisbury Coll. Adoration. 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be thy glorious name adored; Lord, thy mercies never fail; Hail, celestial goodness, hail! 2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear, Deign our humble songs to hear; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around thy throne we sing. 3 There no tongue shall silent be; All shall join in harmony; That, through heaven's capacious round, Praise to thee may ever sound. 4 Lord, thy mercies never fail; Hail, celestial goodness, hail! Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be thy glorious name adored. 151. 10s. & 11s. Grant. God Glorious. 1 O, worship the King, all glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love, Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 4 Father Almighty, how faithful thy love! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. 152. C. M. Hemans. Invitation to offer Praise. 1 Praise ye the Lord; on every height Songs to his glory raise; Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night, Join in immortal praise. 2 O fire and vapor, hail and snow, Ye servants of his will; O stormy winds, that only blow His mandates to fulfil;-- 3 Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise Fair cedars of the wood; Creatures of life that wing the skies, Or track the plains for food;-- 4 Judges of nations; kings, whose hand Waves the proud sceptre high; O youths and virgins of the land; O age and infancy;-- 5 Praise ye his name, to whom alone All homage should be given, Whose glory, from th' eternal throne, Spreads wide o'er earth and heaven. 153. 7s. M. Milton. Praise to God. 1 Let us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 Let us sound his name abroad, For of gods he is the God; Who, with all-commanding might, Filled the new-made world with light; 3 Caused the golden-tressed sun All day long his course to run; And the moon to shine by night, 'Mongst her spangled sisters bright. 4 His own people he did bless, In the wasteful wilderness; He hath, with a piteous eye, Viewed us in our misery. 5 All his creatures he doth feed; His full hand supplies their need; Let us, therefore, warble forth His high majesty and worth. 154. L. M. Tate & Brady. Praise and Holiness. 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? 3 Happy are they, and only they, Who from thy judgments never stray; Who know what's right, nor only so, But always practise what they know. 4 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford: When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me. 155. 7s. M. J. Taylor. The Divine Glories Celebrated. 1 Glory be to God on high, God, whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 2 Favored mortals! raise the song; Endless thanks to God belong; Hearts o'erflowing with his praise, Join the hymns your voices raise. 3 Mark the wonders of his hand! Power no empire can withstand; Wisdom, angel's glorious theme; Goodness, one eternal stream. 4 Awful Being! from thy throne Send thy promised blessings down; Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace, Bid our raging passions cease. 156. H. M. Sacred Lyrics. Perpetual Praise. 1 To thee, great Source of light! My thankful voice I'll raise; And all my powers unite To celebrate thy praise; And, till my voice is lost in death, May praise employ my every breath. 2 And when this feeble tongue Lies silent in the dust, My soul shall dwell among The spirits of the just; Then, with the shining hosts above, In nobler strains I'll sing thy love. 157. L. M. H. Ballou, 2d. The Same. 1 Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne All heaven in ceaseless worship waits, Whose glory fills the worlds unknown-- Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates. 2 With mingling souls and voices join; To him the swelling anthem raise; Repeat his name with joy divine, And fill the temple with his praise. 3 All-gracious God, to thee we owe Each joy and blessing time affords,-- Light, life, and health, and all below, Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords. 4 Thine be the praise, for thine the love That freely all our sins forgave, Pointed our dying eyes above, And showed us life beyond the grave. 158. L. M. Watts. The Same. Ps. 145. 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 every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds Vast and unsearchable thy ways: Vast and immortal be thy praise. 159. 6s. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous. The Same. Ps. 150. 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name; Praise through his courts proclaim; Rise and adore;-- High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power. 2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise Wide as his fame; There let the harp be found; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. 3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string: Sweet the accord!-- He vital breath bestows: Let every breath that flows His noblest fame disclose-- Praise ye the Lord. 160. H. M. Tate & Brady. Praise from Heaven and Earth. 1 Ye boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's name; His praise your songs employ Above the starry frame: Your voices raise, Ye cherubim And seraphim, To sing his praise. 2 Let all 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. 161. C. P. M. Ogilvie. Praise from all Nature. Ps. 148. 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name. Lo, heaven and earth and seas and skies In one melodious concert rise To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode-- Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God; Ye thunders, speak his power. Lo, on the lightning's rapid wings In triumph rides the King of Kings: Th' astonished worlds adore. 3 Ye deeps with roaring billows rise To join the thunders of the skies-- Praise him who bids you roll. His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. 4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise To him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, The feeling heart, the reasoning head, In heavenly praise employ: Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound-- The general burst of joy. 162. 10s. & 11s. M. Doddridge. A Call to Praise. 1 O praise ye the Lord--prepare a new song, And let all his saints in full concert join; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine. 2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend; Let each grateful heart be glad in its King; The God whom we worship our songs will attend, And view with complacence the offering we bring. 3 Be joyful, ye saints sustained by his might, And let your glad songs awake with each morn; For those who obey him are still his delight-- His hand with salvation the meek will adorn. 4 Then praise ye the Lord--prepare a glad song, And let all his saints in full concert join; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine. 163. L. M. Watts. Universal Praise. 1 Wide as his vast dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunders speak his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 2 Jehovah!--'tis a glorious word; O may it dwell on every tongue; But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 3 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord; From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. 164. C. M. Patrick. Te Deum. 1 O God, we praise thee, and confess, That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud-- To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry-- 3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway." 4 Th' apostles' glorious company, And prophets, crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee-- That thou eternal Father art Of boundless majesty. 165. 8s. & 7s. M. Fawcett. God of our Salvation. 1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator; Praise be thine from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 Father, source of all compassion, Free, unbounded grace is thine: Hail the God of our salvation; Praise him for his love divine. 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 4 Joyfully on earth adore him, 'Till in heaven our song we raise; There, enraptured, fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 166. H. M. George Sandys. General Praise. 1 All, from the sun's uprise, Unto his setting rays, Resound in jubilees, The great Jehovah's praise. Him serve alone; In triumph bring Your gifts, and sing, Before his throne. 2 Man drew from man his birth, But God his noble frame Built of the ruddy earth, Filled with celestial flame. His sons we are; Sheep by him led, Preserved and fed With tender care. 3 O to his portals press In your divine resorts: With thanks his power profess, And praise him in his courts. How good! How pure! His mercies last; His promise past, Forever sure. 167. C. M. M. Rayner. The Same. 1 Hail! Source of light, of life, and love, And joys that never end; In whom all creatures live and move: Creator, Father, Friend. 2 All space is with thy presence crowned: Creation owns thy care; Each spot in nature's ample round, Proclaims that God is there. 3 Attuned to praise be every voice; Let not one heart be sad: Jehovah reigns! Let earth rejoice; Let all the isles be glad. 4 Then sound the anthem loud and long, In sweetest, loftiest strains; And be the burden of the song, The Lord, Jehovah, reigns! RELIGION OF NATURE. 168. L. M. 6l. Watts. God revealed in his Works. 1 Great God! the heavens' well ordered frame Declares the glory of thy name, There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear, Of boundless skill and power divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet thy divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun: Thy light and truth are known abroad; We see thy smile in Nature's face, And in the pages of thy grace We read the glories of our God. 169. C. M. Rowe. Praise from all Nature. 1 Begin the high, celestial strain, My raptured soul, and sing A sacred hymn of grateful praise To heaven's almighty King. 2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll Your silver waves along, Repeat to all your verdant shores The subject of the song. 3 Bear it, ye breezes, on your wings, To distant climes away, And round the wide-extended world The lofty theme convey. 4 Take up the burden of his name, Ye clouds, as ye arise, To deck with gold the opening morn, Or shade the evening skies. 5 Long let it warble round the spheres, And echo through the sky; Let angels, with immortal skill, Improve the harmony;-- 6 While we, with sacred rapture fired, The blest Creator sing, And chant our consecrated lays To heaven's eternal King. 170. 8s. M. Hogg. God of Life. 1 Blessed be thy name forever, Thou of life the Guard and Giver! Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping, Heal the heart long broke with weeping: God of stillness and of motion, Of the desert and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock and river, Blessed be thy name forever! 2 Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, Blest are they thou kindly keepest. God of evening's parting ray, Of midnight gloom, and dawning day-- That rises from the azure sea Like breathings of eternity; God of life! that fade shall never, Blessed be thy name forever! 171. H. M. H. Ballou, 2d. Universal Praise. 1 Ye realms below the skies, Your Maker's praises sing; Let boundless honors rise To heaven's eternal King; O bless his name whose love extends Salvation to the world's far ends. 2 Give glory to the Lord, Ye kindreds of the earth; His sovereign power record, And show his wonders forth, Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim, And every heart adores his name. 3 'T is he the mountains crowns With forests waving wide; 'T is he old ocean bounds, And heaves her roaring tide; He swells the tempests on the main, Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain. 4 Still let the waters roar, As round the earth they roll; His praise for evermore They sound from pole to pole. 'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song O'er thousand waves that floats along. 5 His praise, ye worlds on high, Display with all your spheres, Amid the darksome sky, When silent night appears. O, let his works declare his name Through all the universal frame. 172. C. M. Lutheran Coll. Goodness of God in his Works. 1 Hail, great Creator--wise and good! To thee our songs we raise: Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise. 2 Thy glory beams in every star, Which gilds the gloom of night, And decks the smiling face of morn With rays of cheerful light. 3 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage! Still may our grateful hearts consult Thy works' instructive page! 4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, Thy varied love we see: Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led Through all thy works to thee. 173. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll. The Beauties of Creation. 1 Ours is a lovely world, how fair Thy beauties e'en on earth appear! The seasons in their courses fall, And bring successive joys. The sea, The earth, the sky, are full of thee, Benignant, glorious Lord of all! 2 There's beauty in the heat of day; There's glory in the noon-tide ray; There's sweetness in the twilight shades-- Magnificence in night. Thy love Arch'd the grand heaven of blue above, And all our smiling earth pervades. 3 And if thy glories here be found, Streaming with radiance all around, What must the fount of glory be! In thee we'll hope, in thee confide, Thou, mercy's never ebbing tide, Thou, love's unfathomable sea! 174. L. M. 6l. Moore. All Things are of God. 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze, Through opening vistas into heaven,-- Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,-- That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower that summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 175. L. M. Addison. The Heavens declare the Glory of God. 1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars which round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; Forever singing, as they shine,-- "The hand that made us is divine." 176. C. M. Zinzendorf. The Creator, God. 1 Lord, when thou said'st, "So let it be," The heavens were spread and shone, And this whole earth stood gloriously; Thou spak'st and it was done. 2 The whole creation still records, Unto this very day, That thou art God, the Lord of lords; Thee all things must obey. 177. C. M. Bowring. Nature's Evening Hymn. 1 The heavenly spheres, to thee, O God, Attune their evening hymn; All wise, all holy, thou art praised, In song of seraphim! Unnumbered systems, suns and worlds, Unite to worship thee, While thy majestic greatness fills Space, time, eternity. 2 Nature,--a temple worthy thee, That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, Whose stars rejoice above, Whose altars are the mountain cliffs That rise along the shore; Whose anthems, the sublime accord Of storm and ocean roar; 3 Her song of gratitude is sung By spring's awakening hours; Her summer offers at thy shrine Its earliest, loveliest flowers; Her autumn brings its ripened fruits, In glorious luxury given; While winter's silver heights reflect Thy brightness back to heaven. 4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man Before thy presence, God; A breath, but yesterday inspired, To-morrow but a clod. That clod shall mingle in the vale, But, kindled, Lord, by thee, The spirit to thy arms shall spring, To life, to liberty. 178. L. M. 6l. Bowring. "Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge." 1 The heavens, O Lord! thy power proclaim, And the earth echoes back thy name; Ten thousand voices speak thy might, And day to day, and night to night, Utter thy praise--thou Lord above! Thy praise, thy glory, and thy love. 2 And nature with its countless throng, And sun, and moon, and planets' song, And every flower that light receives, And every dew that tips the leaves, And every murmur of the sea-- Tunes its sweet voice to worship Thee. 3 Thy name thy glories they rehearse, Great Spirit of the universe; Sense of all sense, and soul of soul, Nought is too vast for thy control; The meanest and the mightiest share Alike thy kindness and thy care. 179. 8s. & 7s. M. Heber. "Consider the lilies of the field;--behold the fowls of the air." 1 Lo! the lilies of the field! How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of heaven! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles trust and piety: Children, banish doubt and sorrow,-- God provideth for the morrow. 2 One there lives, whose guardian eye Guides our earthly destiny; One there lives, who, Lord of all, Keeps his children lest they fall: Pass we, then, in love and praise, Trusting him, through all our days, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,-- God provideth for the morrow. 180. L. M. Peabody. Religious Influences of Nature. 1 God of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs The tented dome, of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings! Each brilliant star, that sparkles through Each gilded cloud that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives The beauty of its praise to thee. 2 God of the rolling orbs above, Thy name is written clearly bright In the warm day's unvarying blaze, Or evening's golden shower of light: For every fire that fronts the sun, And every spark that walks alone Around the utmost verge of heaven, Were kindled at thy burning throne. 3 God of the world, the hour must come, And nature's self to dust return; Her crumbling altars must decay; Her incense-fires shall cease to burn; But still her grand and lovely scenes Have made man's warmest praises flow, For hearts grow holier as they trace The beauty of the world below. 181. 7s. & 6s. M. Conder. "Day unto day uttereth speech." 1 The heavens declare his glory, Their Maker's skill the skies: Each day repeats the story, And night to night replies. Their silent proclamation Throughout the earth is heard; The record of creation, The page of nature's word. 2 There, from his bright pavilion, Like eastern bridegroom clad, Hailed by earth's thousand million, The sun sets forth; right glad, His glorious race commencing, The mighty giant seems; Through the vast round dispensing His all-pervading beams. 3 So pure, so soul-restoring Is truth's diviner ray; A brighter radiance pouring Than all the pomp of day: The wanderer surely guiding, It makes the simple wise; And evermore abiding, Unfailing joy supplies. 182. L. M. 6l. Heber. The Visible World a Shadow of the Invisible. 1 I praised the earth in beauty seen, With garlands gay of various green; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield; And earth and ocean seemed to say, "Our beauties are but for a day." 2 I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled On wheels of amber and of gold; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky; And moon and sun in answer said, "Our years are told when we must fade." 3 O God, O, good beyond compare! If thus thy meaner works are fair,-- If thus thy bounties gild the span Of sinful earth and mortal man,-- How glorious must thy mansion be Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee. 183. L. M. Moore. Nature a Temple. 1 The turf shall be my fragrant shrine; My temple, Lord, that arch of thine, My censor's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. My choir shall be the moonlight waves, When murmuring homeward to their caves, Or when the stillness of the sea, E'en more than music breathes of thee. 2 I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown. All light and silence like thy throne, And the pale stars shall be, at night, The only eyes that watch my rite. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I can read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name. 3 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy Deity. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again. THE SCRIPTURES. 184. C. M. Tate & Brady. Perfection of God's Law. 1 God's perfect law converts the soul, Reclaims from false desires; With sacred wisdom his sure word The ignorant inspires. 2 The statutes of the Lord are just, And bring sincere delight; His pure commands, in search of truth, Assist the feeblest sight. 3 His perfect worship here is fixed, On sure foundations laid; His equal laws are in the scales Of truth and justice weighed. 4 Of more esteem than golden mines, Or gold refined with skill; More sweet than honey, or the drops That from the comb distil. 5 My trusty counsellors they are, And friendly warnings give; Divine rewards attend on those, Who by thy precepts live. 185. L. M. Watts. Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19. 1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! In every 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 power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 186. C. M. Cowper. Light and Glory of the Word. 1 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun: It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. 2 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat: His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory break upon my view In brighter worlds above. 187. L. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms. Praise to God for his Word. 1 Join, all ye servants of the Lord, To praise him for his sacred word,-- That word, like manna, sent from heaven, To all who seek it freely given; Its promises our fears remove, And fill our hearts with joy and love. 2 It tells us, though oppressed with cares, The God of mercy hears our prayers; Though steep and rough th' appointed way, His mighty arm shall be our stay; Though deadly foes assail our peace, His power shall bid their malice cease. 3 It tells who first inspired our breath, And who redeemed our souls from death; It tells of grace,--grace freely given,-- And shows the path to God and heaven: O, bless we, then, our gracious Lord, For all the treasures of his word. 188. S. M. Watts. Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19. 1 Behold! the lofty sky Declares its Maker, God: And all his starry works on high Proclaim his power abroad. 2 Ye Christian lands, rejoice! Here he reveals his word; We are not left to nature's voice To bid us know the Lord. 3 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. 4 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name. 189. C. M. Rippon's Coll. The Value of the Scriptures. 1 How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To lead our souls to heaven. 2 O'er all the strait and narrow way Its radiant beams are cast; A light whose never weary ray Grows brightest at the last. 3 It sweetly cheers our fainting hearts In this dark vale of tears; Life, light, and comfort it imparts, And calms our anxious fears. 4 This lamp through all the dreary night Of life shall guide our way, Till we behold the glorious light Of never-ending day. 190. C. M. Episcopal Coll. Sufficiency of the Scriptures. 1 Great God, with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shine brightest in thy book. 2 Here are my choicest treasures hid; Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfied; And here my hopes arise. 3 Lord, make me understand thy law; Show what my faults have been; And from thy gospel let me draw The pardon of my sin. 191. S. M. Beddome. Superiority of the Scriptures. 1 O Lord, thy perfect word Directs our steps aright; Nor can all other books afford Such profit or delight. 2 Celestial light it sheds, To cheer this vail below; To distant lands its glory spreads, And streams of mercy flow. 3 True wisdom it imparts; Commands our hope and fear; O, may we hide it in our hearts, And feel its influence there. 192. L. M. Beddome. The Gospel Revelation. 1 God, in the Gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known; 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts; Its influence makes the sinner live; It bids the drooping saint revive. 3 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our journey through. 4 May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage. 193. C. M. Watts. Revelation. Ps. 119. 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. 3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no farther go! 4 Our faith, and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. 194. L. M. Anonymous. The Scriptures. 1 Lamp of our feet! whose hallowed beam Deep in our hearts its dwelling hath, How welcome is the cheering gleam Thou sheddest o'er our lowly path! Light of our way! whose ways are flung In mercy o'er our pilgrim road, How blessed, its dark shades among, The star that guides us to our God. 2 In the sweet morning's hour of prime, Thy blessed words our lips engage, And round our hearths at evening time Our children spell the holy page; The waymark through long distant years, To guide their wandering footsteps on, Till thy last loveliest beam appears, Inscribed upon the churchyard stone. 3 Lamp of our feet! which day by day Are passing to the quiet tomb, If on it fall thy peaceful ray, Our last low dwelling hath no gloom. How beautiful their calm repose To whom thy blessed hope is given Whose pilgrimage on earth is closed By the unfolding gates of heaven! 195. C. M. Watts. Comfort from the Bible. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 3 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. 196. L. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Thou Book of life!--in thee are found The mysteries of my Maker's will; Treasures of knowledge here abound, The deepest, loftiest mind to fill. 2 Thou art a banquet;--choicest food I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock, Whence pour sweet waters; every good From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock. 3 Light of the world! thy beams impart To lead my feet through life's dark way; O shine on this benighted heart, Nor let me from thy guidance stray. 4 Healer of all the woes of life! The balm of souls diseased; to save From all earth's pain; and end the strife Of death, with victory o'er the grave! 197. S. M. E. Taylor. The Bible. 1 It is the one true light, When other lamps grow dim, 'T will never burn less purely bright, Nor lead astray from Him. It is Love's blessed band, That reaches from the throne To him--whoe'er he be--whose hand Will seize it for his own! 2 It is the golden key Unto celestial wealth, Joy to the sons of poverty, And to the sick man, health! The gently proffer'd aid Of one who knows and best Supplies the beings he has made With what will make them blessed. 3 It is the sweetest sound That infant years can hear, Travelling across that holy ground, With God and angels near. There rests the weary head, There age and sorrow go; And how it smooths the dying bed, O! let the Christian show! CHRIST; HIS CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 198. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Saviour Foretold. 1 Behold my servant; see him rise Exalted in my might! Him have I chosen, and in him I place supreme delight. 2 On him in rich effusion poured, My spirit shall descend; My truth and judgment he shall show To earth's remotest end. 3 Gentle and still shall be his voice; No threats from him proceed; The smoking flax shall he not quench, Nor break the bruised reed. 4 The feeble spark to flames he'll raise; The weak will not despise; Judgment he shall bring forth to truth, And make the fallen rise. 5 The progress of his zeal and power Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine. 199. 11s. M. Drummond. "Prepare ye the Way of the Lord." 1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. 200. 7s. M. Bowring. Report of the Watchman. 1 Watchman! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star. Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveller! yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman! tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller! blessedness and light, Peace and truth its course portends. Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller! ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller! darkness takes its flight; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 4 Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God, is come. 201. 8s. & 7s. M. Cawood. Song of the Angels of Bethlehem. 1 Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story Which they chant in hymns of joy: "Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high! 3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found: Souls redeemed and sins forgiven:-- Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth his praises sing! O, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest and King." 5 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth; Spread the brightness of his glory, Till it cover all the earth. 202. C. M. E. H. Sears. Christmas Hymn. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains! 2 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The dayspring from on high 3 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring,-- Peace to the earth,--good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King!" 5 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. 203. S. M. E. H. Chapin. The Same. 1 Hark! hark! with harps of gold, What anthem do they sing?-- The radiant clouds have backward rolled, And angels smite the string. "Glory to God!"--bright wings Spread glist'ning and afar, And on the hallowed rapture rings From circling star to star. 2 "Glory to God!" repeat The glad earth and the sea; And every wind and billow fleet, Bears on the jubilee. Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew seer hath trod, Each holy spot has found a tongue; "Let glory be to God." 3 Soft swells the music now Along that shining choir, And every seraph bends his brow And breathes above his lyre. What words of heavenly birth Thrill deep our hearts again, And fall like dew-drops to the earth? "Peace and good-will to men!" 4 Soft!--yet the soul is bound With rapture, like a chain: Earth, vocal, whispers them around, And heav'n repeats the strain. Sound, harps, and hail the morn With ev'ry golden string;-- For unto us this day is born A Saviour and a King! 204. S. H. M. T. H. Bayley. The Same. 1 No loud avenging voice Proclaimed Messiah's birth; The Son of God came down to teach Humility on earth, And by his sufferings to efface The errors of a sinful race. 2 Not on a purple throne, With gold and jewels crowned, But in the meanest dwelling place The precious babe was found: Yet star-directed sages came, And kneeling, glorified his name. 3 To shepherds first was shown The promised boon of heaven, Who cried, "To us a child is born-- To us a Son is given!" Death from his mighty throne was hurled, Faith hailed Salvation to the world. 4 Lord! may thy holy cross Bear peace from clime to clime, Till all mankind at length are freed From sorrow, shame and crime: Dispel the unbeliever's gloom, And end the terrors of the tomb! 205. L. M. Campbell. The Same. 1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill; When Bethlehem's shepherds through the night Watched o'er their flocks by starry light: 2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. 3 "O Zion! lift thy raptured eye, The long expected hour is nigh; The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 4 "He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his host depart; Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom." 206. S. M. Watts. The Same. 1 Behold, the grace appears, The blessing promised long; Angels announce the Saviour near, In this triumphant song:-- 2 "Glory to God on high And heavenly peace on earth; Good-will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth." 3 In worship so divine Let men employ their tongues; With the celestial host we join, And loud repeat their songs:-- 4 "Glory to God on high, And heavenly peace on earth; Good-will to men, to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth." 207. H. M. Salisbury Coll. The Same. 1 Hark! what celestial notes, What melody, we hear! Soft on the morn it floats, And fills the ravished ear. The tuneful shell, The golden lyre, And vocal choir, The concert swell. 2 Angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine; See, how from heaven they bend, And in full chorus join! "Fear not," say they; Jesus, your King, "Great joy we bring: 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." 208. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Hail, all hail the joyful morn: Tell it forth from earth to heaven, That to us a child is born, That to us a Son is given. 2 Angels, bending from the sky, Chanted, at the wondrous birth, "Glory be to God on high, Peace--good-will to man on earth." 3 Join we then our feeble lays To the chorus of the sky; And, in songs of grateful praise, Glory give to God on high. 209. 11s. & 10s. M. Heber. Star of the East. 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,-- Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,-- Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,-- Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 210. L. M. 6l. Moore. Christ's Birth. 1 Arrayed in clouds of golden light, More bright than heaven's effulgent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night, To bless the sleeping world below. How soft the music of his tongue! How sweet the hallowed strains he sung! 2 Good-will henceforth to man be given, The light of glory beams on earth: Let angels tune the harps of heaven, And saints rejoice in Shiloh's birth; In him all nations shall be blest, And his shall be a glorious rest. 211. C. P. M. Miss Roscoe. Christmas Hymn. 1 O, let your mingling voices rise, In grateful rapture, to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth: Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came To bless the sons of earth. 2 He came to bid the weary rest, To heal the sinner's wounded breast, To bind the broken heart, To spread the light of truth around, And to the world's remotest bound The heavenly gift impart. 3 He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave, And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day. 212. C. M. Doddridge. The Mission of Christ. 1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit largely poured, Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasure of his grace Enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace! Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 213. C. M. Watts. The Kingdom of Christ. 1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing! 2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow As far as sin is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 214. C. M. Watts. John the Herald of Christ. 1 John was the prophet of the Lord To go before his face; The herald which the Prince of Peace Sent to prepare his ways. 2 "Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "That takes our guilt away; I saw the Spirit o'er his head, On his baptizing day. 3 "Be every vale exalted high, Sink every mountain low; The proud must stoop, and humble souls Shall his salvation know. 4 "Behold the Morning Star arise, Ye that in darkness sit; He marks the path that leads to peace, And guides our doubtful feet." 215. C. M. Exeter Coll. The Baptism of Jesus. 1 See, from on high, a light divine On Jesus' head descend! And hear the sacred voice from heaven That bids us all attend. 2 "This is my well-beloved Son," Proclaimed the voice divine; "Hear him," his heavenly Father said, "For all his words are mine." 3 His mission thus confirmed from heaven, The great Messiah came, And heavenly wisdom showed to man In God his Father's name. 4 The path of heavenly peace he showed That leads to bliss on high; Where all his faithful followers here Shall live, no more to die. 216. S. M. Needham. Christ the Light of the World. 1 Behold! the Prince of Peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well-beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word. 2 No royal pomp adorns This King of righteousness: Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress. 3 The spirit of the Lord, In rich abundance shed, On this great Prophet gently lights, And rests upon his head. 4 Jesus, the light of men, His doctrine life imparts; O, may we feel its quickening power To warm and glad our hearts. 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way; The path which Christ has marked and trod, Will lead to endless day. 217. L. M. Bowring. Jesus Preaching the Gospel. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place! 2 From heaven he came--of heaven he spoke To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!" Yes! sacred teacher,--we will come-- Obey thee, love thee, and be blest! 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust! Pillars of earthly pride, decay! A nobler mansion waits the just, And Jesus has prepared the way. 218. L. M. Butcher. Miracles of Christ. 1 On eyes that never saw the day Christ pours the bright celestial ray; And deafened ears, by him unbound, Catch all the harmony of sound. 2 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes Rejoicing in the strength that flows Through every nerve; and, free from pain, Pours forth to God the grateful strain. 3 The shattered mind his word restores, And tunes afresh the mental powers; The dead revive, to life return, And bid affection cease to mourn. 4 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, And not admire Jehovah's grace? Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power, And not the God he served adore? 219. L. M. Russell. "That ye through his poverty might be rich." 1 O'er the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, And on the waters drearily Descends the fitful evening blast. 2 The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into his sheltered nest; The wandering beast has sought his lair, And laid him down to welcome rest. 3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 4 Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest; He hath not where to lay his head. 5 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 220. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. "Peace! be still!" 1 Fear, was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. 2 And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill-- But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!" 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word Passed through the gloomy sky, The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood-- Oh! send, thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood! 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandates to fulfil-- Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say--"Peace, be still!" 221. L. M. 6l. Barton. The Pool of Bethesda. 1 Around Bethesda's healing wave Waiting to hear the rustling wing, Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience, and with hope endued Were seen the gathered multitude. 2 Had they who watched and waited there Been conscious who was passing by, With what unceasing anxious care Would they have sought his pitying eye; And craved with fervency of soul, His Power Divine to make them whole! 3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went. But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save. 222. L. M. Heber. The Holy Guest. 1 Messiah Lord! 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, Saviour, would we think on thee; And, seated at the festal board, In fancy's eye behold the Lord. 3 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear, Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear, And think,--"if now his searching view Each secret of our spirit knew!" 4 So may such joy, chastised and pure, Beyond the bounds of earth endure; Nor pleasure in the wounded mind Shall leave a rankling sting behind. 223. C. M. Cowper. "He steadfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem." 1 The Saviour, what a noble flame, Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He marched before the rest! 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross; He goes to be baptized with blood; He goes to meet the cross. 3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged him on. 4 And while his holy sorrows here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies. 224. L. M. Milman. Christ's Entry into Jerusalem. 1 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry! Thy humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ, thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his glorious throne Expects his own anointed Son! 225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. Christ's New Command to his Disciples. 1 Behold where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands! His weeping followers, gathering round, Receive his last commands. 2 "Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain; 3 "Peace from the bosom of his God, My peace to him I give; And when he kneels before his throne, His trembling soul shall live. 4 "To him protection shall be shown; And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love." 226. C. H. M. Hemans. The Agony in Gethsemane. 1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony: The Lord of high and heavenly birth Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread; The mists that hang o'er parting life All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray; Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 3 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead; But there was sent him, from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die. 4 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? How, but through him that path who trod? "Save, or we perish, Son of God." 227. L. M. Montgomery. Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face, No form or comeliness is there. 2 Last eve by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 But hark! he prays;--'tis for his foes; He speaks;--'tis comfort to his friends; Answers;--and Paradise bestows; "'Tis finished!"--here the conflict ends. 4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!" --Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,--for man he dies. 228. L. M. W. B. Tappan. Christ in Gethsemane. 1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 229. C. M. Haweis. Agony in the Garden. 1 Dark was the night and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid; His sweat like drops of blood ran down; In agony he prayed,-- 2 "Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred will; If not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I fulfil." 3 Go to the garden, sinner; see Those precious drops that flow; The heavy load he bore for thee; For thee he lies so low. 4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; Thy Father's will obey; And, when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray. 230. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery. Christ our Example in Sufferings. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 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 suffering, shame or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; --Who has taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes-- Saviour, teach us so to rise. 231. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Crucifixion of Christ. 1 Behold the Saviour on the cross, A spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds The blood incessant flow; 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook his closing eyes, And life his drooping head. 3 'Tis finished--the Messiah dies For sins, but not his own; The great redemption is complete, And death is overthrown. 4 'Tis finished--ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run; All old things now are past away, A new world is begun. 232. L. M. Steele. A Dying Saviour. 1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Descends the sacred, crimson tide. 2 And didst thou bleed?--for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No; he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. 3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and mercy flow, And yet my heart so hard remain,-- Unmoved by either love or pain! 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief and ardent love. 233. L. M. Stennett. Christ Suffering on the Cross. 1 "'T is finished!"--so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: "'T is finished!"--yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 "'T is finished!"--all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew. 3 "'T is finished!"--Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 "'T is finished!"--let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; "'Tis finished!"--let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies. 234. L. M. Watts. Christ's Death and Resurrection. 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 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groaned beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you-- A thousand drops of richest blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory dies for men;-- But lo, what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb-- The tomb in vain forbids his rise; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 235. 7s. M. Gibbons. Christ's Resurrection. 1 Angels, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 'T is the Saviour! Angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see him rise In long triumph up the sky-- Up to waiting worlds on high. 4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song; Let the strains be sweet and strong. 5 Every note with wonder swell,-- And the Saviour's triumph tell; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Where thy terrors, vanquished king? 236. 7s. M. Collyer. The Same. 1 Morning breaks upon the tomb! Jesus dissipates its gloom! Day of triumph through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise! 2 Christians, dry your flowing tears; Chase those unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save. 3 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious fears away; See the place where Jesus lay. 4 So the rising sun appears, Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; So returning beams of light Chase the terrors of the night. 237. C. M. Watts. Ascension and Reign of Christ. 1 O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; His heavenly 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 Speak forth his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge guide the song; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. 238. L. M. Watts. Example of Christ. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word: But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 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, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer, The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory, too. 4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. 239. C. M. Enfield. The Same. 1 Behold, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. 3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood; His foes, ungrateful, sought his life; He labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide! His image may we bear! O, may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share! 240. C. P. M. Medley. Excellency of Christ. 1 O, could we speak the matchless worth, O, could we sound the glories forth, Which in our Saviour shine, We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine. 2 We'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, We would, to everlasting days, Make all his glories known. 3 O, the delightful day will come, When Christ our Lord will bring us home And we shall see his face; Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity we'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. 241. L. M. Doddridge. Christ's Submission to his Father's Will. 1 "Father divine," the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, "Remove this bitter cup away. 2 "But if these pangs must still be borne Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, Thy will, not mine, be done." 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done. 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns. 242. L. M. Bache. "Greater love hath no man than this." 1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell. 2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 4 Such love can we unmoved survey? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show. 243. L. M. Anonymous. "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life." 1 Thou art the Way--and he who sighs Amid this starless waste of woe To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow-- By thee must come, thou Gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God. 2 Thou art the Truth--whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The word whose precious radiance flings Its lustre upon all below. 3 Thou art the Life--the blessed well, With living waters gushing o'er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more. Thou art the mystic pillar given, Our lamp by night, our light by day; Thou art the sacred bread from heaven; Thou art the Life--the Truth--the Way. 244. L. M. 6l. Urwick's Col. Christ All and in All. 1 Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fulness dwells in thee divine; Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine; Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, Our trust and portion, evermore. 2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art; Our rest in toil, our ease in pain; The balm to heal each broken heart, In storms our peace, in loss our gain; Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown; In shame our glory and our crown;-- 3 In want our plentiful supply; In weakness, our almighty power; In bonds, our perfect liberty; Our refuge in temptation's hour; Our comfort, 'midst all grief and thrall; Our life in death; our all in all. 245. C. M. Beddome. Christ the Resting-Place. 1 Jesus! delightful, charming name! It spreads a fragrance round; Justice and mercy, truth and peace, In union here are found. 2 He is our life, our joy, our strength; In him all glories meet; He is a shade above our heads, A light to guide our feet. 3 When storms arise and tempests blow, He speaks the stilling word; The threatening billows cease to flow, The winds obey their Lord. 4 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed, If Jesus shows his face; To weary, heavy-laden souls He is the resting-place. 246. C. M. Duncan. The Spiritual Coronation. 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,-- A remnant weak and small,-- Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 4 O, that, with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 247. S. M. Doddridge. Attraction of the Cross. 1 Behold th' amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Father's chief delight Expire in agony! 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart, And meet that cruel scorn? 3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died; 'T was love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side. 4 In him our hearts unite, Nor share his grief alone, But from his cross pursue their flight To his triumphant throne. 248. 7s. M. Milman. "They shall look on Him whom they pierced." 1 Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the cheek so pale and wan, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled, burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow. Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the last and bitter cry, Life breathed out in agony: By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead: Crucified! we know thee now; Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 3 Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do;" By the sealed and guarded cave, By the spoiled and empty grave, By that clear, immortal brow, Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 249. C. M. Beddome. Following Christ. 1 In duties and in sufferings too, My Lord I feign would trace, As he hath done, so would I do, Sustained by heavenly grace. 2 Inflamed with zeal, 'twas his delight To do his Father's will; May the same zeal my soul excite His precepts to fulfil. 3 Meekness, humility and love Through all his conduct shine; O, may my whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine. 250. 7s. M. Furness. Jesus our Leader. 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? Who, O God, my guide shall be? Who shall lead thy child to thee? 2 Blesséd Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead. 3 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die. 4 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above;-- Learn to die without a fear, Feeling thee, my Father, near. 251. L. M. H. Ballou. Christ's Example in Forgiving. 1 Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed, When on the cross he bleeding hung; When all his foes their wrath displayed, And with their spite his bosom stung. 2 For such a heart and such a love, O Lord, we raise our prayer to thee; O pour thy Spirit from above, That we may like our Saviour be. 252. C. M. Anonymous. God's Servant. 1 Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens, And bade the planets roll, Who peopled all the climes of earth, And formed the human soul:-- 2 "Behold my Servant; see him rise Exalted in my might; Him have I chosen, and in him I place supreme delight. 3 "On him, in rich effusion poured, My spirit shall descend; My truth and judgment he shall show To earth's remotest end. 4 "The progress of his zeal and power Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine." 253. L. M. Mason. The Image of the Invisible God. 1 Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen, And by thine offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men, Hast set thine image in thy Son. 2 Though Jews, who granted not his claim, Contemptuous turned away their face, Yet those who trusted in his name Beheld in him thy truth and grace. 3 O thou! at whose almighty word Fair light at first from darkness shone, Teach us to know our glorious Lord, And trace the Father in the Son. 4 While we, thine image there displayed, With love and admiration view, Form us in likeness to our Head, That we may bear thine image too. 254. S. M. Watts. Christ the Corner-Stone. 1 See what a living stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews. 2 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. 3 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray-- Let all the church be glad. 4 Hosanna to the king Of David's royal blood! Bless him, ye saints: he comes to bring Salvation from your God. 5 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise. 255. L. M. S. Streeter. The Hiding-place. 1 A King shall reign in righteousness, And all the kindred nations bless; The King of Salem, King of peace,-- Nor shall his spreading kingdom cease. 2 In him the naked soul shall find A hiding-place from chilling wind; Or, when the raging tempests beat, A covert warm, a safe retreat. 3 In burning sands and thirsty ground, He like a river shall be found, Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade The weary traveller rests his head. 4 The dimness gone, all eyes shall see His glory, grace, and majesty; All ears shall hearken, and the word Of life receive from Christ the Lord. 256. C. M. S. Streeter. Blessings of the Gospel. 1 What glorious tidings do I hear From my Redeemer's tongue! I can no longer silence bear; I'll burst into a song: 2 The blind receive their sight with joy; The lame can walk abroad; The dumb their loosened tongues employ; The deaf can hear the word. 3 The dead are raised to life anew By renovating grace; The glorious gospel's preached to you, The poor of Adam's race. 4 O wondrous type of things divine, When Christ displays his love, To raise from woe the sinking mind To reign, in realms above! THE GOSPEL, AND ITS INVITATIONS. 257. C. M. Watts. The Gospel Trumpet. 1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind,-- 3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,-- Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. 258. C. M. Cowper. "The entrance of thy Word giveth Light." 1 How blest thy creature is, O God, When, with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word, The day-spring from on high! 2 Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness doth rise, With healing on his wings. 3 The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain, Feels a new empire formed within, And owns a heavenly reign. 4 The glorious orb, whose golden beams The fruitful year control, Since first, obedient to thy word, He started from the goal,-- 5 Has cheered the nations with the joys His orient rays impart: But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone Can shine upon the heart. 259. L. M. Watts. Gospel Invitations. 1 "Come hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come! I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 "They shall find rest that 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 "Blest 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." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand To mould and guide us at thy will. 260. L. M. Watts. God's Glory in the Gospel. 1 Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna, to the Eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 3 But in the Gospel of thy Son Are all thy mightiest works outdone; The light it pours upon our eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 4 Our spirits kindle in its beam; It is a sweet, a glorious theme; Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 261. H. M. Toplady. The Jubilee Proclaimed. 1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace: Ye happy souls, draw near; Behold your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 3 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full assurance made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 262. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Taylor. Gospel Call to the Church. 1 Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous Source of every joy, He whose hand upholds all nature, He whose word can all destroy! Saints with pious zeal attending, Now the grateful tribute raise; Solemn songs, to heaven ascending, Join the universal praise. 2 Here indulge each grateful feeling; Lowly bend with contrite souls; Here, his milder grace revealing, Here no peal of thunder rolls: Lo, the sacred page before us Bears the promise of his love, Full of mercy to restore us, Mercy beaming from above. 3 Every secret fault confessing, Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, Seize, O seize the proffered blessing, Grace from God, and peace within! Heart and voice with rapture swelling, Still the song of glory raise; On the theme immortal dwelling, Join the universal praise. 263. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams. The Gospel Advancing. 1 Brighter shines the gospel day On our Zion's mountains; Clearer has become the way To her living fountains. Hark! the stirring trumpet tone Hath o'er every hill-top flown; Error's hosts retiring see! Superstition's minions flee! 2 From the luring haunts of sin Where the soul is blighted, Christ invites--come enter in To the temple lighted With the beams of pardoning love-- With the wisdom from above; Leave the woes of sin behind, And a rest perpetual find. 3 Come from error's hoary shrine, Jew or Gentile seeking For the way of life divine-- Hear this voice now speaking! Willing hearts and hands prepare Christ's redeeming grace to share; Join our triumph-strain, and sing Zion's Universal King. 264. C. M. Medley. The Fountain of Living Waters. 1 O, what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case, Who hears the joyful sound. 2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring. 3 This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts; Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, And drink with thankful hearts. 265. S. M. Select Hymns. Now is the Day of Grace. 1 Now is the day of grace; Now to the Father come; The Lord is calling, "Seek my face, And I will guide you home." 2 The Saviour bids you speed; O, wherefore then delay? He calls in love; he sees your need; He bids you come to-day. 3 To-day the prize is won; The promise is to save; Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun May shine upon your grave. 266. C. M. Mrs. Steele. Invitation to the Gospel Feast. 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest! 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms! He calls, he bids you come;-- Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,-- But see, there yet is room! 3 Come then, and with his people taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above. 4 There, with united heart and voice, Before the eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown. 5 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come: Ye longing souls, the grace adore;-- Approach, there yet is room. 267. 7s. M. Hawes. The Same. 1 From the holy mount above, Glowing in the light of love, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear! "At the feast there yet is room-- Come and welcome, sinner, come. 2 "Thou shalt be a welcome guest, By the Lord divinely blest;-- In the word of truth believe,-- All thy sinful pleasures leave, And no more in darkness roam,-- Come and welcome, sinner, come. 3 "God is thy unchanging Friend; He will love thee to the end, And at last thy soul convey To the realms of endless day, To a blessed spirit-home,-- Come and welcome, sinner, come." 268. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. The Sinner entreated to awake. 1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead; Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Wake from sleep; arise from death; See the bright and living path; Watchful, tread that path; be wise; Leave thy folly; seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime; From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure without delay; Brief is this thy mortal day. 4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night; Jesus waits to shed his light. 269. L. M. 6l. Anonymous. The Gospel gives Peace and Rest. 1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe; Cease thy complaints, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound. 2 Come, freely come; by sin oppressed, Unburden here the weighty load, Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Father,--glorious word! Forever love and praise the Lord. 3 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright, Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own. 270. 7s. M. 8l. Bowring. Invitation. 1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till mercy speaks within, Knock, and weep, and watch and wait-- Knock--he knows the sinner's cry, Weep--he loves the mourner's tears, Watch--for saving grace is nigh, Wait--till heavenly grace appears. 2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice! "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest." Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and owned, and bought and blest-- Safe--from all the lures of vice, Owned--by joys the contrite know, Bought--by love and life the price, Blest--the mighty debt to owe! 3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee, In a world like this, remains? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt and pains-- Fear--the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame--from glory's view retire, Doubt--in full belief shall die, Pain--in endless bliss expire. 271. C. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode It shines through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our Lord. 3 O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way. 4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given; We'll meekly follow Christ on earth, And reign with him in heaven. 272. C. M. Collyer. Call to the Wandering. 1 Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father's face; Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, now return; He hears thy humble sigh; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, now return; Thy Father 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; 'T is love invites thee near. 273. C. M. Moore. "Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much." 1 Were not the sinful Mary's tears An offering worthy heaven, When, o'er the faults of former years, She wept, and was forgiven? 2 When, bringing every balmy sweet Her day of luxury stored, She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet The precious ointment poured; 3 Were not those sweets so freely shed, That shame, those weeping eyes, And the sunk heart which inly bled, Heaven's noblest sacrifice? 4 Thou that hast slept in error's sleep, O wouldst thou wake to heaven, Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep; "Love much," and be forgiven! 274. 7s. M. Anonymous. To the Prodigal Son. 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy father's happy home? With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come. 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save! 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole! 4 Fall before him on the ground, Pour thy sorrow in his ear, Seek him, while he may be found, Call upon him, while he's near. 275. S. M. Episcopal Coll. Gospel Invitations. 1 The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering, "Sinner, come!" The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the Fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come:" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour: Jesus, my Saviour, come! 276. C. M. Watts. The Blessings of the Gospel. 1 Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the paths they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor dares the world condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Israel, thy King forever reigns, Thy God forever lives. 277. C. M. Doddridge. All Things Ready. 1 The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board: Not Paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. 2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreats And grace shall find you room. 3 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 4 Yet are his house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. 278. S. M. Pratt's Coll. Coming to Christ. 1 Ye sons of earth, arise, Ye creatures of a day; Redeem the time--be bold--be wise, And cast your bonds away. 2 The year of gospel grace With us rejoice to see, And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty. 3 Blest Saviour, Lord of all, God help us to receive; Obedient to thy gracious call, O, bid us turn and live. 279. S. M. E. Turner. Saviour's Voice. 1 Hear what a Saviour's voice, To sinners, does proclaim; O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice In your Redeemer's name. 2 Where sin and death have reigned, And all their power employed, There are his love and light maintained, And heavenly truth enjoyed. 3 The needy, starving poor Are filled with living bread; The opening of the prison door Proclaims the captive freed. 4 The thirsty, panting soul, That longs for springs of grace, Beholds celestial waters roll, And floods of righteousness. 5 My God, my Saviour too, I would thy love proclaim, Partake of what is brought to view, And sing thy glorious name. 280. S. M. Watts. Power of the Gospel. 1 Behold, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 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 word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may we never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. 281. L. M. Anonymous. Gospel Invitation. 1 Come to the living waters, come! Gladly obey your Maker's call:-- Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all. 2 See from the rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye weary, heavy-laden souls. 3 In search of empty joys below, Why toil with unavailing strife? Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life. 4 Your willing ears and hearts incline, His words believingly receive; Quicken'd, you then, by faith divine, A heavenly life on earth shall live. 282. 11s. M. S. F. Streeter. The Same. 1 How gracious the promise, how soothing the word That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone, and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest." 2 Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart. And all who have sinned and have wandered astray, Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way. 3 Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters of woe, For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite,-- His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 283. 7s. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, Invited. 1 Come! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come! 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste! 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: Who the stings of guilt can bear? 5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. TRIUMPH OF CHRISTIANITY. 284. L. M. Watts. Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The joyful prisoner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud Amen. 285. C. M. Milton. The Kingdom of God on Earth. 1 The Lord will come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err; Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger. 2 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Shall bud and blossom then, And Justice, from her heavenly bower, Look down on mortal men. 4 Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God, Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 5 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done: Thou, in thy everlasting seat, Remainest God alone. 286. C. M. H. Ballou. The Same. 1 Jesus his empire shall extend; Beneath his gentle sway Kings of the earth shall humbly bend, And his commands obey. 2 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, All nations shall be blest; We hear the noise of war no more,-- He gives his people rest. 3 As clouds descend in gentle showers, When spring renews her reign; And call to life the fragrant flowers O'er forest, hill and plain;-- 4 So Jesus, by his heavenly grace, Descends on man below, And o'er the millions of our race His gentle blessings flow. 5 All that the reign of sin destroyed, The Saviour shall restore; And, from the treasures of the Lord, Shall give us blessings more. 287. H. M. E. Turner. The Universal King. 1 Come, sing a Saviour's power, And praise his mighty name; His wondrous love adore, And chant his growing fame. Wide o'er the world a king shall reign, And righteousness and peace maintain. 2 The sceptre of his grace He shall forever wield; His foes, before his face, To strength divine shall yield: The conquest of his truth shall show What an almighty arm can do. 3 His alienated sons, By sin beguiled, betrayed, Shall then be born at once, And willing subjects made: Such numbers shall his courts adorn As dew-drops of the vernal morn. 4 His realm shall ever stand, By liberal things upheld: And from his bounteous hand All hearts with joy be filled. A universe with praise shall own The countless honors of his throne. 288. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery. Blessings of Christ's Kingdom. 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail! in the time appointed His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth; Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 3 For him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing,-- A kingdom without end: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove: His name shall stand forever;-- That name to us is love. 289. L. M. H. Ballou. Blessings of Christ's Universal Reign. 1 When God descends with men to dwell, And all creation makes anew, What tongue can half the wonders tell? What eye the dazzling glories view? 2 Zion, the desolate, again Shall see her lands with roses bloom; And Carmel's mount, and Sharon's plain, Shall yield their spices and perfume. 3 Celestial streams shall gently flow; The wilderness shall joyful be; Lilies on parchéd ground shall grow; And gladness spring on every tree; 4 The weak be strong, the fearful bold, The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing, The lame shall walk, the blind behold; And joy through all the earth shall ring. 5 Monarchs and slaves shall meet in love; Old pride shall die, and meekness reign,-- When God descends from worlds above, To dwell with men on earth again. 290. C. M. Anonymous. The Gospel Feast. 1 On Zion, his most holy mount, God will a feast prepare; And Israel's sons, and Gentile lands, Shall in the banquet share. 2 See to the vilest of the vile A free acceptance given! See rebels, by adopting grace, Sit with the heirs of heaven! 3 The pained, the sick, the dying, now To ease and health restored, With eager appetites partake The plenties of the board. 4 But, O, what draughts of bliss unknown, What dainties shall be given, When, with the myriads round the throne, We join the feast of heaven! 5 There joys immeasurably high Shall overflow the soul, And springs of life, that never dry, In thousand channels roll. 291. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Fulness of the Gentiles. 1 "Give us room, that we may dwell," Zion's children cry aloud: See their numbers how they swell! How they gather like a cloud! 2 O, how bright the morning seems! Brighter from so dark a night: Zion is like one that dreams, Filled with wonder and delight. 3 Lo! thy sun goes down no more: God himself will be thy light: All that caused thee grief before Buried lies in endless night. 4 Zion, now arise and shine; Lo! thy light from heaven is come These that crowd from far are thine; Give thy sons and daughters room. 292. L. M. Anonymous. Influence of the Gospel like Rain. 1 As showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crowned with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops. 2 The dews and rains, in all their store, Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er, Are not so copious as that grace Which sanctifies and saves our race. 3 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers, So, in the secrecy of love, Falls the sweet influence from above. 4 That heavenly influence let me find In holy silence of the mind, While every grace maintains its bloom, Diffusing wide its rich perfume. 5 Nor let these blessings be confined To me, but poured on all mankind, Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise, And a young Eden bless our eyes. 293. H. M. Doddridge. Efficacy of the Gospel. 1 Mark the soft-falling snow, And the descending rain! To heaven, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; But waters earth through every pore, And calls forth all her secret store. 2 Arrayed in beauteous green The hills and valleys shine, And man and beast are fed By providence divine: The harvest bows its golden ears, The copious seed of future years. 3 "So," saith the God of grace, "My Gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I intend; Millions of souls shall feel its power, And bear it down to millions more." 294. S. M. H. Ballou. Universal Redemption. 1 In God's eternity There shall a day arise, When all the race of man shall be With Jesus in the skies. 2 As night before the rays Of morning flees away, Sin shall retire before the blaze Of God's eternal day. 3 As music fills the grove When stormy clouds are past, Sweet anthems of redeeming love Shall all employ at last. 4 Redeemed from death and sin, Shall Adam's numerous race A ceaseless song of praise begin, And shout redeeming grace. 295. L. M. 6l. Watts. "The Gentiles shall see thy Righteousness." 1 Let all the earth their voices raise, To sing the choicest psalm of praise; To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathen know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. 2 The heathen know thy glory, Lord: The wondering nations read thy word: Among us is Jehovah known; Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone. 3 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. 296. L. M. Bowring. Progress of Gospel Truth. 1 Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. 2 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought, Pours inexhaustible supplies, Whence sagest teachers may be taught, And Wisdom's self become more wise. 3 More glorious still as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its waters shall o'erflow the world; 4 Flow to restore, but not destroy; As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps each lingering mist away. 297. L. M. Watts. Universal Reign of Christ. 1 Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 298. 10s. M. Pope. Predicted Glory of the Messiah's Kingdom. 1 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes! See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day! 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! 3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temples bend! See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, While every land its joyous tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away But fixed his word, his saving power remains, Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 299. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. Kelly. Encouraging Prospects. 1 Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking, By his word, in every land: When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command. 2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood, God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad: Every language Soon shall tell the love of God. 3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world, in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command. 300. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous. Universal Hallelujah. 1 When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along? 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 tower and lowly dwelling Shall send the chorus round, The hallelujah swelling In one eternal sound. 301. C. M. Watts. Prospect of Universal Blessedness. 1 Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and seas are passed away, And the old rolling skies. 2 From the third heaven, where God resides That holy, happy place, The new Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with shining grace. 3 "The God of glory down to men Removes his blessed abode; Men, the dear objects of his grace, And he, the loving God. 4 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains and groans, and griefs and fears, And death itself shall die." 5 How long, dear Saviour, O how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. 302. L. M. Richards. The Cloud and Pillar of Fire. 1 Long as the darkening cloud abode, So long did ancient Israel rest; Nor moved they, till the guiding Lord In brighter garments stood confest. 2 Father of spirits, Light of light, Lift up the cloud, and rend the veil; Shine forth in fire, amid that night, Whose blackness makes the heart to fail. 3 'T is done! to Christ the power is given; His death has rent the veil away, Our great Forerunner entered heaven, And oped the gate of endless day. 4 Nor shall those mists that brood o'er time, Forever blind the mental eye; They backward roll, and light sublime Beams glory from our God on high. 5 Adoring nations hail the dawn, All kingdoms bless the noontide beam, And light, unfolding life's full morn, Is vast creation's deathless theme. 303. S. M Johns. The Kingdom of God. 1 Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. 2 Over our spirits first Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst, That never pains again. 3 Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth thine, Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. 4 Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest Sons of one family. 5 Come, kingdom of our God! And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, Where God shall bless his own. 304. 10s. M. Ashworth. The Kingdom of Christ. 1 Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. 2 On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own'st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee! 3 Tread, kingly Gospel, through the nations tread! With all the civil virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emancipator, reign! 4 Spread, giant Gospel, spread thy growing wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings; Proclaim them all thine own;--'t is Christ's command! 305. 7s. M. Montgomery. Christ's Triumph. 1 Hark! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore;-- Hallelujah to the Lord! God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah!--hark! the sound, Heard through earth, and through the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies: See Jehovah's banner furled, Sheathed his sword; he speaks,--'t is done! And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 306. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Progress of the Gospel. 1 See how great a flame aspires, Kindled by a spark of grace! Jesus' love the nations fires, Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. To bring fire on earth he came: Kindled in some hearts it is: O that all might catch the flame, All partake the glorious bliss! 2 When he first the work begun, Small and feeble was his day: Now the word doth swiftly run, Now it wins its widening way: More and more it spreads and grows, Ever mighty to prevail; Sin's strong-holds it now o'erthrows, Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 3 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand? Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land! Lo! the promise of a shower Drops already from above! Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour All the spirit of thy love. 307. 7s. & 5s. M. A. C. Thomas. The Reconciliation. 1 Thou, whose wide extended sway Suns and systems e'er obey! Thou, our Guardian and our Stay, Evermore adored: In prospective, Lord, we see Jew and Gentile, bond and free, Reconciled in Christ to thee, Holy, holy Lord. 2 Thou by all shalt be confessed, Ever blessing, ever blest, When to thy eternal rest, In the courts above, Thou shall bring the sore oppressed; Fill each joy-desiring breast; Make of each a welcome guest, At the feast of love. 3 When destroying death shall die, Hushed be every rising sigh, Tears be wiped from every eye, Never more to fall; Then shall praises fill the sky, And angelic hosts shall cry, Holy, Holy Lord, Most High, Thou art all in all! 308. 7s. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms. Glory of the Church. 1 On thy church, O Power 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. 2 Then shall God, with lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land; Earth shall yield her rich increase, Every breeze shall whisper peace, And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound. 309. 11s. & 10s. [Peculiar.] J. G. Adams. Christian's Song of Triumph. 1 Sound the full chorus! let praises ascend To God the Creator, our Father and Friend. Sing, for the light of his truth is before us, And we will give thanks, and rejoice in his name; His banner of love in its glory waves o'er us; That love will continue forever the same. Sound the full chorus, &c. 2 Praise to Jehovah! Give praise--let it rise From earth, in its fulness--and swell to the skies! Give glory and praise! For a ransomed creation The gospel of peace in its triumph shall see; Our God hath redeemed us--and Christ our salvation Appears, from transgression and death to make free! Praise to Jehovah, &c. 310. L. M. Anonymous. Gospel Freedom Universal. 1 We long to see that happy time, That long-expected, blissful day, When men of every name and clime The glorious gospel shall obey. 2 The word of God shall firm abide, Though earth and hell should dare oppose; The stone cut from the mountain's side, To universal empire grows. 3 Afric's emancipated sons Shall shout to Asia's rapt'rous song, Europe, with her unnumbered tongues, And western climes the strain prolong. 4 From east to west, from north to south, Immanuel's kingdom shall extend, And every man, in every face, Shall meet a brother and a friend. 311. C. P. M. M. Rayner. Reign of Christ. Isa. 35. 1 The radiant dawn of gospel light, The prophet saw in vision bright, And hailed th' auspicious day, When Christ should all his grace disclose And cure the world of all its woes, By truth's triumphant sway. 2 The blind their eyes shall open wide; To drink the light's o'erflowing tide, The deaf sweet music hear; The lame like bounding hart shall leap; The dumb no longer silence keep, But shout redemption near. 3 And there shall be a holy way, In which the simple shall not stray-- The path so plain and bright. Wayfaring men therein shall walk, And of their home and kindred talk, With rapture and delight. 4 No ravenous beast in quest of prey, No lion lurking in the way, Shall ever there be seen. The place where dragons lay concealed, Large crops of waving grass shall yield, With reeds and rushes green. 5 And when to Zion's peaceful home The ransomed of the Lord shall come, (O haste the blissful day!) Glad strains shall every tongue employ In songs of everlasting joy, And sighing flee away. 312. H. M. Doddridge. The Wilderness Transformed. Is. 41:18, 19. 1 Amazing, beauteous change! A world created new! My thoughts with transport range, The lovely scene to view: In all I trace, The work is thine; Saviour divine, Be thine the praise! 2 See crystal fountains play Amidst the burning sands; The river's winding way Shines through the thirsty lands; New grass is seen, Its carpet spreads And o'er the meads Of living green. 3 Where pointed brambles grew, Entwined with horrid thorn, Gay flowers, forever new, The painted fields adorn; The blushing rose, In union fair, And lily there, Their sweets disclose. 4 The tyrants of the plain Their savage chase give o'er; No more they rend the slain. And thirst for blood no more; But infant hands And lions yoke Fierce tigers stroke, In flowery bands. 5 O, when, Almighty Lord, Shall these glad scenes arise, To verify thy word, And bless our wondering eyes? That earth may raise, United songs With all its tongues, Of ardent praise. 313. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. J. Taylor. The Gospel Triumphant. 1 Still in shades of midnight darkness Abject sits the Pagan world; There the banner of salvation Ne'er hath been by time unfurled; Nor their idols From their blood-stained altars hurled. 2 Yet the promise stands securely, And Messiah's reign shall spread; Not in vain his glorious conquest; Not in vain the Saviour bled. Chief immortal! God's own hand hath crowned thy head. 3 To this blessed dispensation Millions yet unborn shall fly; See the rising splendor beaming Till it gilds the western sky. Glorious Gospel! Still thy triumphs multiply. 314. P. M. Pratt's Coll. The Church exulting in the Government of Jehovah. 1 Ye subjects of the Lord! proclaim The royal honors of his name: "Jehovah reigns!" be all our song. 'T is He, thy God, O Zion, reigns! Prepare thy most harmonious strains Glad hallelujahs to prolong. 2 Tremble, ye pageants of a day, Formed, like your slaves, of brittle clay! Down to the dust your sceptres bend; To everlasting years He reigns, And undiminished state maintains, When kings, and suns, and time shall end. 3 So shall his favored Zion live: In vain confed'rate nations strive Her sacred turrets to destroy; Her Sov'reign sits enthroned above, And endless power and endless love Ensure her safety and her joy. 315. C. M. Montgomery. Restoration of Israel. 1 Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust: He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake; put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the south, "Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north!" 4 They come, they come;--thine exiled bands. Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. 316. C. M. Moore. The Same. 1 O, who shall see the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away That hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie, When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye! 2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Beneath the heathen's chain; Thy days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come; And every wind that blows, shall waft Some long-lost wand'rer home. 317. L. M. 6l. Pratt's Coll. Prayer for the Jews. 1 Father of faithful Abraham! hear Our earnest suit for Abraham's seed: Justly they claim the fervent prayer From us, adopted in their stead; Who mercy, through their fall, obtain, And Christ, by their rejection, gain. 2 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thine own away? Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On Him they pierced, and weep and pray? Yes! gracious Lord, thy word is past-- "All Israel shall be saved at last." 3 Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come! The veil from Jacob's heart remove: Receive thine ancient people home, That, quickened by thy dying love, In their recovery we may find Life from the dead for all mankind. 318. 7s. & 5s. S. F. Smith. The Missionary Angel. 1 Onward speed thy conquering flight; Angel, onward speed; Cast abroad thy radiant light, Bid the shades recede; Tread the idols in the dust, Heathen fanes destroy, Spread the gospel's holy trust, Spread the gospel's joy. 2 Onward speed thy conquering flight; Angel, onward haste; Quickly on each mountain's height Be thy standard placed; Let thy blissful tidings float Far o'er vale and hill, Till the sweetly-echoing note Every bosom thrill. 3 Onward speed thy conquering flight; Angel, onward fly: Long has been the reign of night; Bring the morning nigh: 'Tis to thee the heathen lift Their imploring wail; Bear them Heaven's holy gift, Ere their courage fail. 4 Onward speed thy conquering flight Angel, onward speed; Morning bursts upon our sight-- 'Tis the time decreed: Jesus now his kingdom takes, Thrones and empires fall, And the joyous song awakes, "God is all in all." 319. H. M. Doddridge. The Glory of the Church in the Latter Day. Is. 60:1. 1 O Zion, tune thy voice, And 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. 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head. The nations round Thy form shall view, With lustre new Divinely crowned. 3 In honor to his name, Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright; Pursue his praise, Till sovereign love In worlds above The glory raise. 320. 8s. & 7s. M. Urwick's Coll. Desiring Christ's Triumph. 1 O thou Sun of glorious splendor, Shine with healing in thy wing; Chase away these shades of darkness; Holy light and comfort bring. 2 Let the heralds of salvation Round the world with joy proclaim, "Death and hell are spoiled and vanquished Through the great Immanuel's name." 3 Take thy power, almighty Saviour; Claim the nations for thine own; Reign, thou Lord of life and glory, Till each heart becomes thy throne. 4 Then the earth, o'erspread with glory, Decked with heavenly splendor bright Shall be made Jehovah's dwelling-- As at first, the Lord's delight. 321. H. M. Brown. Millennium Hymn. 1 Isles of the south, awake! The song of triumph sing; Let mount, and hill, and vale, With hallelujahs ring: Shout, for the idol's overthrown, And Israel's God is God alone. 2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout! Your shackled sons are free; No mother wails her child 'Neath the banana-tree: No slave-ship dashes on thy shore; The clank of chains is heard no more. 3 Shout, vales of India, shout! No funeral fires blaze high; No idol song rings loud, As rolls the death-car by: The banner of the cross now waves Where Christian heralds made their graves. 4 Shout, hills of Palestine! Have you forgot the groan, The spear, the thorn, the cross, The wine-press trod alone, The dying prayer that rose from thee, Thou garden of Gethsemane? 5 Hail, glad, millennial day! O, shout, ye heavens above! To-day ye nations sing The song, redeeming love: Redeeming love the song shall be: Hail, blessed year of jubilee! 322. L. P. M. H. Ballou. Kingdom of Christ. 1 To Christ, the Son, the Father spake: Lo, ask of me, and I will make The heathen to thy sceptre bend; The utmost parts of all the earth Are thine inheritance by birth, And wide thine empire shall extend. 2 Now Jesus waves his sceptre high, Unfurls his banners in the sky, While loud the gospel trumpets sound: His enemies with sore dismay, Retire in haste and yield the day, While trophies to the Lord abound. 3 Before him kings and tyrants fall, Detest their crowns, and on him call, And he a pardon free doth give: The world in sin was dead before; To life the world he will restore, And in him all the world shall live. 4 O Lord, thy government shall be Extended wide from sea to sea, And long thy sceptre thou shalt hold; As long as sun or moon shall shine, Thou King of earth shalt reign divine, The mysteries of thy grace unfold. REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION. 323. 7s. M. Milman. Prayer for Mercy in Spiritual Need. 1 Lord, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; When our tears bedew thy word; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 2 Lord, have mercy when we lie On the restless bed and sigh,-- Sigh for death, yet fear it still; From the thought of former ill; When the dim, advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come; When is loosed the silver cord; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 3 Lord, have mercy, when we know First how vain this world below: When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then thy fostering grace afford; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 324. C. M. Village Hymns. The Prodigal's Return. 1 The long-lost son, with streaming eyes, From folly just awake, Reviews his wanderings with surprise; His heart begins to break. 2 "I starve," he cries, "nor can I bear The famine in this land, While servants of my Father share The bounty of his hand. 3 "With deep repentance I'll return And seek my Father's face; Unworthy to be called a son, I'll ask a servant's place." 4 Far off the Father saw him move, In pensive silence mourn, And quickly ran with arms of love, To welcome his return. 5 O, let thy boundless mercy shine On my benighted soul, Correct my passions, mend my heart, And all my fears control. 325. L. M. 6l. Wesley's Coll. Imploring Forgiveness and Renewal of Heart. 1 Forgive us for thy mercy's sake; Our multitude of sins forgive; And for thy own possession take, And bid us to thy glory live; Live in thy sight and gladly prove Our faith by our obedient love. 2 The covenant of forgiveness seal, And all thy mighty wonders show; Our hidden enemies expel, And conquering them to conquer go, Till all of pride and wrath be slain, And not one evil thought remain. 3 O, put it in our inward parts The living law of perfect love: Write the new precept on our hearts; We shall not then from thee remove, Who in thy glorious image shine, Thy people, and forever thine. 326. L. M. Beddome. Inconstancy Lamented. 1 The wandering star and fleeting wind Are emblems of the fickle mind; The morning cloud and early dew Bring our inconstancy to view. 2 But cloud and wind and dew and star, Only a faint resemblance bear; Nor can there aught in nature be So changeable and frail as we. 3 Our outward walk and inward frame Are scarcely through an hour the same: We vow, and straight our vows forget, And then those very vows repeat. 4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess Our folly and unsteadfastness: When shall these hearts more stable be, Fixed by thy grace alone on thee? 327. S. M. Jervis. God's Mercy to the Penitent. 1 Sweet is the friendly voice Which speaks of life and peace; Which bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease. 2 No balm on earth like this Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart. 3 Still merciful and kind, Thy mercy, Lord, reveal: The broken heart thy love can bind, The wounded spirit heal. 4 Thy presence shall restore Peace to my anxious breast: Lord, let my steps be drawn no more From paths which thou hast blessed. 328. L. M. Doddridge. Returning to God. 1 Lord, we have wandered from thy way, Like foolish sheep have gone astray, Our pleasant pastures we have left, And of their guard our souls bereft. 2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm, Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm; Nor will these fatal wanderings cease, Till thou reveal the paths of peace. 3 O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord, Nor let us quite forget thy word; Our erring feet do thou restore, And keep us that we stray no more. 329. L. M. Steele. Sense of Sin. 1 Jesus demands this heart of mine, Demands my love, my joy, my care, But ah, how dead to things divine, How cold my best affections are! 2 'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power, Divides my Saviour from my sight; O, for one happy, shining hour Of sacred freedom, sweet delight! 3 Come, gracious Lord; thy love can raise My captive powers from sin and death, And fill my heart and life with praise, And tune my last, expiring breath. 330. C. M. Breviary. The True Penitent. 1 O sinner! bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer: But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there. 2 To beat the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy secret soul he bids thee bend In true humility. 3 O righteous Judge! if thou wilt deign To grant us what we need; We pray for time to turn again, And grace to turn indeed. 331. L. M. Richter. Translated by J. Wesley. Devout Penitence. 1 My soul before thee prostrate lies; To thee, her source, my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my chains I see; O let thy presence set me free. 2 In life's short day, let me yet more Of thy enlivening power implore; My mind must deeper sink in thee, My foot stand firm from wandering free. 3 Take full possession of my heart; The lowly mind of Christ impart; I still will wait, O Lord, on thee, Till, in thy light, the light I see. 4 One only care my soul should know, Father, all thy commands to do; Oh! deep engrave it on my breast, That I in thee alone am blest. 332. C. M. C. Wesley. Vain Repentance. 1 Times without number have I prayed, "This only once forgive;" Relapsing when thy hand was stayed, And suffered me to live. 2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace, Lord, to my heart restore; Forgive my vain repentances, And bid me sin no more. 333. P. M. Heber. "There is Joy in Heaven over one Sinner that Repenteth." 1 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When this goodly world to frame, The Lord of light and mercy came: Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky, "Glory to God in heaven!" 2 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When of love the midnight beam Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem; And along the echoing hill Angels sang--"On earth good will, And glory in the heaven!" 3 There is joy in heaven! There is joy in heaven! When the sheep that went astray Turns again to virtue's way; When the soul by grace subdued Sobs its prayer of gratitude, Then is there joy in heaven! 334. 7s. M. Merrick. Freedom from Error, Guilt and Folly. 1 Blest Instructor! from thy ways Who can tell how oft he strays? Save from error's growth our mind, Leave not, Lord, one root behind. 2 Purge us from the guilt that lies Wrapt within our heart's disguise; Let us thence, by thee renewed, Each presumptuous sin exclude. 3 Let our tongues, from error free, Speak the words approved by thee: To thine all-observing eyes, Let our thoughts accepted rise. 4 While we thus thy name adore, And thy healing grace implore, Blest Instructor! bow thine ear: God our strength! propitious hear. 335. 6s. & 4s. M. R. Palmer. For Divine Guidance. 1 O God, thy grace impart! Revive my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; Reveal thyself to me, And may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be,-- A living fire. 2 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 3 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, O Father, then in love, Fear and distress remove, And bear me safe above,-- A ransomed soul. 336. C. P. M. Henry Moore. Pardon. 1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring The welcome promise of the spring, And soft the vernal gale: Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, The voice of nature and of love, That gladden every vale. 2 But softer in the mourner's ear Sounds the mild voice of mercy near, That whispers sins forgiven; And sweeter far the music swells, When to the raptured soul she tells Of peace and promised heaven. 3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens blooming round, Unnumbered charms unfold: Bright is the sun's meridian ray, And bright the beams of setting day, That robe the clouds in gold. 4 But far more fair the pious breast, In richer robes of goodness dressed, Where heaven's own graces shine; And brighter far the prospects rise, That burst on faith's delighted eyes, From glories all divine. 337. L. M. Cowper. Peace after a Storm. 1 When darkness long has veiled my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Creator! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 O! let me then at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn,-- That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my God! one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious child is still. 338. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill. For a Life devoted to God's Glory. 1 O thou, who hast at thy command The hearts of all men in thy hand! Our wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires, control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious be That stands between ourselves and thee. 3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to thee, When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 4 And while we to thy glory live, May we to thee all glory give, Until the final summons come, That calls thy willing servants home. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER AND LIFE. 339. L. M. Watts. "Ye shall know them by their Fruits." 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 Saviour, God, When the salvation reigns within. And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride, While justice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. 340. C. M. Gisborne. The Christian's Life and his Hope. 1 A soldier's course, from battles won To new-commencing strife; A pilgrim's, restless as the sun-- Behold the Christian's life! 2 O! let us seek our heavenly home, Revealed in sacred lore; The land whence pilgrims never roam, Where soldiers war no more; 3 Where grief shall never wound, nor death, Beneath the Saviour's reign; Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane; 4 The land where, suns and moons unknown, And night's alternate sway, Jehovah's ever-burning throne Upholds unbroken day; 5 Where they who meet shall never part; Where grace achieves its plan; And God, uniting every heart, Dwells face to face with man. 341. L. M. E. Taylor. "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God." 1 "Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart, and soul, and mind:" So speaks to man that sacred word, For counsel and reproof designed. 2 "With all thy heart;" no idol thing, Though close around the heart it twine, Its interposing shade must fling, To darken that pure love of thine. 3 "With all thy mind;" each varied power, Creative fancy, musings high, And thoughts that glance behind, before, These must religion sanctify. 4 "With soul and strength;" thy days of ease, While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace, All must be freely brought to him. 342. C. M. Doddridge. Walking with God. 1 Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Do all their days with God begin, And spend them in his fear. 2 'Midst hourly cares, may love present Its incense to thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone. 3 As sanctified to noblest ends, Be each refreshment sought; And by each various providence Some wise instruction brought. 4 When to laborious duties called, Or by temptations tried, We'll seek the shelter of thy wings, And in thy strength confide. 5 In solid, pure delights like these, Let all our days be past; Nor shall we then impatient wish, Nor shall we fear, the last. 343. S. M. Heath. Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated. 1 My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 O, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. 344. L. M. Watts. The Beatitudes. 1 Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. 3 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. 4 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 5 Blest are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; Glory and joy are their reward. 345. L. M. Rippon's Coll. Patience. 1 Patience, O, 't is a grace divine, Sent from the God of peace and love, That leans upon our Father's arm, As through the wilds of life we rove. 2 By patience, we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state, And wait, contented, our discharge, Nor think our glory comes too late. 3 O, for this grace to aid us on, And arm with fortitude the breast, Till, life's tumultuous voyage o'er, We reach the shores of endless rest. 4 Faith into vision shall resign, Hope shall in full fruition die, And patience in possession end, In the bright worlds of bliss on high. 346. 7s. M. Merrick. "Who shall abide in thy tabernacle?" Ps. 15. 1 Who shall towards thy chosen seat Turn, O Lord, his favored feet? Who shall at thine altar bend? Who shall Zion's hill ascend? Who, great God, a welcome guest, On thy holy mountain rest? 2 He whose heart thy love has warmed, He whose will, to thine conformed, Bids his life unsullied run; He whose word and thought are one; Who, from sin's contagion free, Lifts his willing soul to thee. 3 He who thus, with heart unstained, Treads the path by thee ordained, He shall towards thy chosen seat Turn, O Lord, his favored feet; He thy ceaseless care shall prove, He shall share thy constant love. 347. C. M. Tate & Brady. The Same. 1 Lord, who's the happy man, that may To thy blest courts repair, Not, stranger-like, to visit them, But to inhabit there? 2 'Tis he whose every thought and deed By rules of virtue moves; Whose generous tongue disdains to speak The thing his heart disproves; 3 Who never did a slander forge, His neighbor's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, By malice whispered round; 4 Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood; And though he promise to his loss, He makes his promise good. 5 The man who by this steady course Has happiness ensured, When earth's foundations shake, shall stand By Providence secured. 348. S. M. Anonymous. "Blessed are the Meek." 1 "Blest are the meek," he said, Whose doctrine is divine; The humble-minded earth possess, And bright in heaven will shine. 2 While here on earth they stay, Calm peace with them shall dwell, And cheerful hope and heavenly joy Beyond what tongue can tell. 3 The God of peace is theirs; They own his gracious sway; And yielding all their wills to him, His sovereign laws obey. 4 O gracious Father, grant, That we this influence feel, That all we hope, or wish, may be Subjected to thy will. 349. L. M. Scott. The Blessing of Meekness. 1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day. 2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath th' Almighty wing, Hostile to none, of none afraid. 3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless. 350. C. M. M. W. Hale. The Pure Heart. 1 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air Count it as sin to thee. 2 Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, While the Redeemer's lowly faith Its temple makes with thee. 3 And pray of God, that grace be given To tread time's narrow way:-- How dark soever it may be, It leads to cloudless day. 351. S. M. Keble. "Blessed are the Pure in Heart." 1 Blest are the pure in heart For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ's abode. 2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his temple and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart. 352. C. M. Watts. Prudence. 1 O, 't is a lovely thing to see A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts and lips and life agree To act a useful part. 2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In fierce, contentious souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals. 3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their anger rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes. 4 Their lives are prudence mixed with love; Good works employ their day; They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away. 353. L. M. 6l. Montgomery. Humility. 1 The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest:-- In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet:-- Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. 3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down Then most when most his soul ascends:-- Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility. 354. C. M. Watts. Humility and Submission. 1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? 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. 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, And trust a faithful Lord. 355. L. M. Watts. Love to God and our Neighbor. 1 Thus saith the first, the great command, "Let all thy inward powers unite To love thy Maker and thy God With utmost vigor and delight. 2 "Then shall thy neighbor next in place Share thine affections and esteem; And let thy kindness to thyself Measure and rule thy love to him." 3 This is the sense that Moses spoke; This did the prophets preach and prove, For want of this the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfilled by love. 4 But, O, how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. 356. S. M. L. H. Sigourney. Active Piety. 1 Servants of Christ, arise, And gird you for the toil; The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil. 2 Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallowed lore. 3 Urge, with a tender zeal, The erring child along, Where peaceful congregations kneel, And pious teachers throng. 4 Be faith, which looks above, With prayer, your constant guest, And wrap the Saviour's changeless love A mantle round your breast. 5 So shall you share the wealth, That earth may ne'er despoil, And the blest gospel's saving health Repay your arduous toil. 357. L. M. Steele. Example of the Saviour. 1 And is the gospel peace and love? So let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life! 3 O, how benevolent and kind! How mild! how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love; If, then, we love our Saviour's name Thus let us our relation prove. 358. S. M. Doddridge. "Again, I say--Watch!" 1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of his heavenly word, And watchful at his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch,--'tis your Lord's command; And while we speak, he's near; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. 4 O, happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see And be with honor crowned. 359. S. M. Bulfinch. The Use of Present Opportunities. 1 Children of light, awake, At Jesus' call arise, Forth with your leader to partake His toils, his victories. 2 Ye must not idly stand, His sacred voice who hear; Arm for the strife the feeble hand, The holy standard rear. 3 Nought doth the world afford, But toil must be the price; Wilt thou not, servant of the Lord, Then toil for paradise? 4 Awake, ye sons of light, Strive till the prize be won; Far spent already is the night; The day comes brightening on. 360. C. M. H. K. White. The Christian's Contest, Rest, and Hope. 1 Through sorrow's night and danger's way Amid the deepening gloom, The soldiers of an injured King Are marching to the tomb. 2 Their service done, securely laid In this their last retreat, Unheeded o'er their silent dust The storms of life shall beat. 3 Yet not thus lifeless in the grave The vital spark shall lie; O'er nature's ruins it shall rise, To reach its kindred sky. 4 Then heaven's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays; And the long silent dust shall wake In strains of endless praise. 361. C. M. Anonymous. The whole Armor. 1 O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way, And to thy armor cling; With girded loins the call obey That grace and mercy bring. 2 There is a battle to be fought, An upward race to run, A crown of glory to be sought, A victory to be won. 3 O, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs Are heard before His throne; The race must come before the prize, The cross before the crown. 362. L. M. Montgomery. The Christian Warrior. 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; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory. 4 Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength, Sin, death and hell he tramples down,-- Fights the good fight; and takes at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown. 363. L. M. G. Rogers. Religion. 1 Religion! in its blessed ray All thought of hopeless sorrow flies, Despair and anguish melt away Where'er its healing beams arise. How dark our sinful world would be-- A flowerless desert, dry and drear! Did not this light, O God, from thee Its gloom dispel, its aspect cheer. 2 Oh! by it many a heart is soothed, Which else would be with sorrow crushed, And many a dying pillow smoothed, And sob of parting anguish hushed. Across the troubled sky of time It doth the bow of promise bend, A symbol of that cloudless clime That waits the soul when time shall end. 3 Religion! may its holy light Our footsteps guide to paths of peace! Our solace in deep sorrow's night, Our stay as mortal powers decrease. With this our guide, we care not when Death's signal to depart is given; Its word shall bring our spirits then The calm and holy peace of heaven. 364. L. M. Watts. The Humble and Pure Accepted. 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. 4 "The soul that seeks me shall obtain Immortal wealth and heavenly gain; Eternal life is his reward, Life, and the favor of the Lord." 365. 7s. M. Methodist Coll. A Call to Prayer. 1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we love a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickness, in our health; In our want or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer, God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father, come and wait; He will answer every prayer, God is present everywhere. 366. C. M. Anonymous. Secret Prayer. 1 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream In earnest pleading flows! Devotion dwells upon the theme, And warm and warmer glows. 2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires; Hope points the upward gaze; And Love, celestial Love, inspires The eloquence of praise. 3 But sweeter far the still, small voice, Unheard by human ear, When God has made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear. 4 No accents flow, no words ascend; All utterance faileth there; But Christian spirits comprehend, And God accepts the prayer. 367. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Warfare of the Soul. 1 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes! See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. 2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 3 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 4 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth and powers of hell, The man of Calvary triumphed here;-- Why should his faithful followers fear? 368. C. M. Doddridge. The Christian Race. 1 Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'T is God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'T is his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye;-- 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. 369. C. M. Watts. Christian Courage and Self-denial. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they're slain: They see the triumph from afar, And soon with Christ shall reign. 5 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. 370. L. M. Watts. The Christian Race. 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly 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, That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 371. C. M. Montgomery. What is Prayer? 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, The watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry "Behold, he prays!" 372. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans. "I will that men pray everywhere." 1 Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy daily work to leave; Pray! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee! 2 Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the darkening sea-- Lift the heart and bend the knee! 373. 7s. & 6s. M. Edin. Lit. Review. Pray without ceasing. 1 Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Cast earthly thought away, And, in thy closet kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be; Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name. 3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then the silent breathing, Thy spirit raised above, Will reach his throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love. 4 O, not a joy or blessing With this can we compare,-- The grace our Father gave us To pour our souls in prayer: Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before his footstool fall; Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all. 374. L. M. Watts. "We walk by faith, not by sight." 1 'T is by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she flies, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray; Though lions roar and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road. 375. C. M. Salisbury Coll. The Power of Faith. 1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings, And softens all our cares. 2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live. 3 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign, And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain. 4 On that bright prospect may we rest, Till this frail body dies; And then, on faith's triumphant wings, To endless glory rise. 376. S. H. M. Christian Watchman. Excellence of Faith. 1 Faith is the Christian's prop Whereon his sorrows lean; It is the substance of his hope, His proof of things unseen; It is the anchor of his soul When tempests rage and billows roll. 2 Faith is the polar star That guides the Christian's way, Directs his wanderings from afar To realms of endless day; It points the course where'er he roam, And safely leads the pilgrim home. 3 Faith is the rainbow's form, Hung on the brow of heaven, The glory of the passing storm, The pledge of mercy given; It is the bright, triumphal arch, Through which the saints to glory march. 377. C. M. Bath Coll. Prayer for Strong Faith. 1 O, for a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe!-- 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God;-- 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt;-- 4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. 378. C. M. Sidney. Hope. 1 Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave, The beacon's light appears, When yawns the seaman's watery grave, And his lone bosom cheers. 2 Then, should the raging ocean foam, His heart shall dauntless prove, To reach, secure, his cherished home, The haven of his love. 3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom, To worldly grief a prey, Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb, Illume the pilgrim's way. 4 They point to that serene abode Where holy faith shall rest, Protected by the sufferer's God, And be forever blest. 379. 7s. M. Cennick. The Christian rejoicing in Hope. 1 Children of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Ready, leaving all below; Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee. 380. C. M. H. H. Hawley. The Hope, the Star, the Voice. 1 There is a hope, a blesséd hope, More precious and more bright Than all the joyless mockery The world esteems delight. 2 There is a star, a lovely star, That lights the darkest gloom, And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The prospects of the tomb. 3 There is a voice, a cheering voice, That lifts the soul above, Dispels the painful, anxious doubt, And whispers, "God is love." 4 That voice, aloud from Calvary's height, Proclaims the soul forgiven; That star is revelation's light; That hope, the hope of heaven. 381. C. M. Drennan. Law of Love. 1 All nature feels attractive power, A strong, embracing force; The drops that sparkle in the shower, The planets in their course. 2 Thus, in the universe of mind, Is felt the law of love; The charity both strong and kind, For all that live and move. 3 In this fine sympathetic chain All creatures bear a part; Their every pleasure, every pain, Linked to the feeling heart. 4 More perfect bond, the Christian plan Attaches soul to soul; Our neighbor is the suffering man, Though at the farthest pole. 5 To earth below, from heaven above, The faith in Christ professed, More clearly shows that God is love, And whom he loves is blessed. 382. C. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 O, may our sympathizing breasts The generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, And weep for others' woe! 2 Where'er the helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid. 3 O, be the law of love fulfilled In every act and thought, Each angry passion far removed, Each selfish view forgot! 4 Be thou, my heart, dilated wide With this kind, social grace, And, in one grasp of fervent love, All earth and heaven embrace. 383. C. M. Watts. 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. 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 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In realms of endless peace. 4 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our gracious God. 384. L. M. Browne. Love to all Mankind. 1 O God, my Father, and my King, Of all I have, or hope, the spring! Send down thy spirit from above, And fill my heart with heavenly love. 2 May I from every act abstain, That hurts or gives another pain: And bear a sympathizing part, Whene'er I meet a wounded heart. 3 And let my neighbor's prosperous state A mutual joy in me create; His virtuous triumph let me join; His peace and happiness be mine. 4 And though my neighbor's hate I prove, Still let me vanquish hate with love; And every secret wish suppress, That would abridge his happiness. 5 Let love through all my conduct shine, An image fair, though faint, of thine! Thus let me his disciple prove, Who came to manifest thy love. 385. C. M. Roscoe. The Two Commandments. 1 This is the first and great command-- To love thy God above; And this the second--as thyself Thy neighbor thou shalt love. 2 Who is my neighbor? He who wants The help which thou canst give; And both the law and prophets say, This do, and thou shalt live. 386. C. M. Watts. Christ's Love to Enemies our Example. 1 God of our mercy and our praise, Thy glory is our song; We'll speak the honors of thy grace With a rejoicing tongue. 2 When Christ among the sons of men In humble form was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compassed him around. 3 Their miseries his compassion moved, Their peace he still pursued; They rendered hatred for his love, And evil for his good. 4 Their malice raged without a cause; Yet, with his dying breath, He prayed for murderers on his cross, And blest his foes in death. 5 O, may his conduct, all divine, To us a model prove: Like his, O God, our hearts incline Our enemies to love. 387. C. M. Christian Psalmist. Faith, Hope and Charity. 1 Faith, hope, and love, now dwell on earth, And earth by them is blest; But faith and hope must yield to love, Of all the graces best. 2 Hope shall to full fruition rise, And faith be sight above; These are the means, but this the end, For saints forever love. 388. L. M. Montgomery. The Christian Graces. 1 Faith, hope, and charity, these three, Yet is the greatest charity; Father of lights, these gifts impart To mine and every human heart. 2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail, Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail, And charity, whose name above Is God's own name, for God is love. 3 The morning star is lost in light, Faith vanishes at perfect sight, The rainbow passes with the storm And hope with sorrow's fading form. 4 But charity, serene, sublime, Beyond the reach of death and time, Like the blue sky's all-bounding space, Holds heaven and earth in its embrace. 389. C. M. Watts. A Living and a Dead Faith. 1 Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ the living head. 3 'T is faith that purifies the heart; 'T is faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 This faith shall every fear control By its celestial power, With holy triumph fill the soul In death's approaching hour. 390. L. M. Scott. "Two men went up into the temple to pray." 1 The uplifted eye, and bended knee, Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee; In vain our lips thy praise prolong, The heart a stranger to the song. 2 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Sincere, and to thy will resigned, To thee a nobler offering yields, Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields. 3 Love God and man--this great command, Doth on eternal pillars stand; This did thine ancient prophets teach, And this thy Well-Belovéd preach. 391. H. M. Montgomery. Brotherly Love. Ps. 133. 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. 2 'Tis 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, And glory rests on all the ground. 3 For there the Lord commands Blessings, a boundless store, From his unsparing hands, Yea, life for evermore. Thrice happy they who meet above To spend eternity in love! 392. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Harmony of Love. 1 Lord! subdue our selfish will; Each to each our tempers suit, By thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute. 2 Sweetly on our spirits move; Gently touch the trembling strings: Make the harmony of love, Music for the King of kings! 393. S. M. Watts. The Bond of 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 on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. 394. C. M. Montgomery. "The unity of the spirit in the bond of peace." 1 The glorious universe around, The heavens 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. 4 Here in their house of pilgrimage, Thy statutes are their song; There, through one bright, eternal age, Thy praises they prolong. 395. C. M. C. Wesley. The Church on Earth and in Heaven, One. 1 The saints on earth and those above But one communion make: Joined 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 swelling stream of death. 3 One army of the living God,-- To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. 4 O God, be thou our constant guide! And when the word is given, Sustain us o'er the fearful tide, And bring us safe to heaven. 396. S. M. Beddome. Christian Unity. 1 Let party names no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ their head. 2 Among the saints on earth Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crowned. 3 Let envy and ill-will Be banished far away; Those should in holy friendship dwell, Who the same Lord obey. 4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above; Where streams of pleasure always flow, And every heart is love. 397. L. M. Barbauld. Christian Friendship. 1 How blest the sacred tie that binds In union sweet according minds! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one! 2 To each the soul of each how dear! What jealous love, what holy fear! How doth the generous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal woe; Their ardent prayers together rise Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Together shall they seek the place Where God reveals his awful face: How high, how strong, their raptures swell There's none but kindred souls can tell. 398. L. M. Anonymous. Charitable Judgment. 1 Omniscient God, 'tis thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who with another's eye can read, Or worship by another's creed? Revering thy command alone, We humbly seek and use our own. 3 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right, Whilst faithful, we obey our light, And judging none, are zealous still To follow, as to learn, thy will. 4 When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashioned in thy mould? And charity our kindred prove Derived from thee, O God of love? 399. L. M. Watts. The Same. 1 Not different food, nor different dress, Compose the kingdom of our Lord; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith, and obedience to his word. 2 When weaker Christians we despise, We do the gospel mighty wrong; For God, the gracious and the wise, Receives the feeble with the strong. 3 Let pride and wrath be banished hence, Meekness and love our souls pursue, Nor shall our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile or the Jew. 400. S. M. Scott. Private Judgment and Accountability. 1 Imposture shrinks from light, And dreads the curious eye; But sacred truths the test invite, They bid us search and try. 2 With understanding blest, Created to be free, Our faith on man we dare not rest, Subject to none but thee. 3 Lord, give the light we need; With soundest knowledge fill; From noxious error guard our creed, From prejudice our will. 4 The truth thou shalt impart, May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evasive art, And fearing thee alone. 401. C. M. Newton. True Zeal. 1 Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies; Whilst that which often bears the name, Is self but in disguise. 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war. 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace; But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase. 4 Zeal has attained its highest aim, Its end is satisfied, If sinners love the Saviour's name,-- Nor seeks it aught beside. 5 This idol self, O Lord, dethrone, And from our hearts remove; And let no zeal by us be shown But that which springs from love. 402. C. M. Needham. Moderation. 1 Happy the man whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean; Whose life by wisdom's rules well formed, Declares a conscience clean. 2 To sect or party his large soul Disdains to be confined; The good he loves of every name, And prays for all mankind. 3 His business is to keep his heart; Each passion to control; Nobly ambitious well to rule The empire of his soul. 4 Not on the world his heart is set, His treasure is above; Nothing beneath the sovereign good Can claim his highest love. 403. L. M. Sir H. Wotton. The Independent and Happy Man. 1 How happy is he born or taught, Who serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill; 2 Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death; Not tied unto the world with care Of prince's ear or vulgar breath; 3 Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than goods to lend, And walks with man from day to day, As with a brother and a friend. 4 This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. 404. C. M. Logan. Wisdom. 1 O happy is the man, who hears Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice. 2 Her treasures are of more esteem Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their mines of gold. 3 In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy days; Riches with splendid honors joined, Her left hand full displays. 4 She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. 405. C. M. Campbell's Coll. "They shall walk and not faint." 1 Mere human power shall fast decay, And youthful vigor cease; But they who wait upon the Lord In strength shall still increase. 2 They with unwearied feet shall tread The path of life divine, With growing ardor onward move, With growing brightness shine. 3 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar; Their wings are faith and love; Till, past the cloudy regions here, They rise to heaven above. 406. C. M. Watts. Hidden Life of the Christian. 1 O happy soul that lives on high, While men lie grovelling here! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While grace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. 3 He waits in secret on his God; His God in secret sees; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time; Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his honors here; Content and pleased to live unknown, Till Christ, his life, appear. 407. 8s. M. C. Wesley. "That they also may be one in us." 1 Lord, from whom all blessings flow, Perfecting the church below! Steadfast may we cleave to thee; Love the mystic union be. Join our faithful spirits, join Each to each, and all to thine: Lead us through the paths of peace, On to perfect holiness. 2 Sweetly may we all agree, Touched with softest sympathy: There is neither bond nor free, Great nor servile, Lord, in thee; Love, like death, hath all destroyed Rendered all distinctions void! Names, and sects, and parties fall: Thou, O Christ, art all in all! 408. S. M. Steele. Religion a Support in Life. 1 Religion can assuage The tempest of the soul; And every fear shall lose its rage At her divine control. 2 Through life's bewildered way, Her hand unerring leads; And o'er the path her heavenly ray A cheering lustre sheds. 3 When reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid, Thou blest supporter of the mind, How powerful is thine aid! 4 O, let us feel thy power, And find thy sweet relief, To brighten every gloomy hour And soften every grief. 409. C. M. Tate & Brady. The Righteous and the Wicked. 1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk; Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits Where men profanely talk: 2 But makes the perfect law of God His business and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day, And meditates by night. 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend. 4 Ungodly men, and their attempts, No lasting root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispersed Like chaff before the wind. 410. C. M. Exeter Coll. The Influence of Habitual Piety. 1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord! His well established mind, In every varying scene of life, Shall true composure find. 2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea The heavenly footsteps lie; But on a glorious world beyond His faith can fix its eye. 3 Though dark his present prospects be, And sorrows round him dwell, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well. 4 Full in the presence of his God, Through every scene he goes; And, fearing him, no other fear His steadfast bosom knows. 411. C. M. Proud. The Happiness of a Christian. 1 When true religion gains a place, And lives within the mind, The sensual life subdued by grace, And all the soul refined: 2 The desert blooms in living green, Where thorns and briers grew; The barren waste is fruitful seen, And all the prospect new. 3 O happy Christian, richly blessed! What floods of pleasure roll! By God and man he stands confessed, In dignity of soul. 4 Substantial, pure, his every joy: His Maker is his friend; The noblest business his employ, And happiness his end. 412. 7s. & 8s. M. Bowring. "He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely." 1 He who walks in virtue's way, Firm and fearless, walketh surely; Diligent, while yet 'tis day, On he speeds, and speeds securely. 2 Flowers of peace beneath him grow, Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him; Memory's joys behind him go, Hope's sweet angels fly before him. 3 Thus he moves from stage to stage, Smiles of earth and heaven attending; Softly sinking down in age, And at last to death descending. 4 Cradled in its quiet deep, Calm as summer's loveliest even, He shall sleep the hallowed sleep; Sleep that is o'erwatched by Heaven. 413. C. M. Burns. The Happiness of the Righteous. 1 The man, in life wherever placed, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore: 2 Nor from the seat of scornful pride Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe, Still walks before his God. 3 That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. 4 But he whose blossom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be cast, And, like the rootless stubble, tossed Before the sweeping blast. 414. L. M. Keble. "Not that thou wouldst take them out of the world, but keep them from its evil." 1 Sweet is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all t' espy Their God, in all themselves deny. 2 O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! How would our hearts with wisdom talk, Along life's dullest, dreariest walk! 3 We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky: 4 The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God. 415. 7s. & 6s. M. Cowper. Joy and Peace in Believing. 1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings: It is the Lord, who rises With healing in his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, "E'en let the unknown morrow Bring with it what it may." 3 It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us through: Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread. 4 Though vine, nor fig tree neither, Its wonted fruit should bear; Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks, nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. 416. S. M. Anonymous. For a Right Spirit. 1 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain The consecrated cross. 2 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. 3 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To thee and thy great name; A zealous, just concern For thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify thy grace. 417. S. M. Watts. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 418. S. M. Miss Fletcher. Where is Heaven? 1 Our heaven is everywhere, If we but love the Lord, Unswerving tread the narrow way, And ever shun the broad. 2 'T is where the trusting heart Bows meekly to its grief, Still looking up with earnest faith For comfort and relief. 3 Where guileless infancy In happiness doth dwell, And where the aged one can say "He hath done all things well." 4 Wherever truth abides Sweet peace is ever there; If we but love and serve the Lord, Our heaven is everywhere. 419. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. Heaven Here. 1 Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness Cheer the true believer's way, In this world where sin and sadness Often change to night our day. 2 Heaven is here; where misery lightened Of its heavy load is seen, Where the face of sorrow brightened By the deed of love hath been: 3 Where the bound, the poor, despairing Are set free, supplied and blest; Where, in others' anguish sharing, We can find our surest rest. 4 Where we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise, or rod; This is heaven,--its peace, its beauty, Radiant with the smile of God. 420. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Case. God's Kingdom Here. 1 Oh, where, our Saviour! sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom's holy reign? Is it where northern meteors shine Or gilds the cross the southern main? Where breaks the dawn o'er spicy lands? Or twilight sleeps on desert sands? 2 Is it where sunny skies grow dim With smoke of heathen sacrifice? Or where, in costly domes, the hymn Is taught on incense clouds to rise? Nay, nay, thy blessed word has shown Thy kingdom is the heart alone! 3 That solemn world, whose bounds between Life's mysteries of birth and death, Are filled with warring hosts unseen, Beings of power, though not of breath-- The spirit realm, where'er it be, Is the dominion swayed by thee. 4 Wild, phantom shapes of gloom and fear, Roam dimly through the haunted spot, And earth holds not a land so drear As the sad heart that owns thee not, Where sorrows wound and pleasures pall, And death's dread shadow darkens all. 5 But lift thy sceptre there, its bowers Shall be serene and sweet and fair, And, as in time's primeval hours, The holy ones shall gather there, And heaven's own peace the soul o'erflow, E'en while it lingers here below. 421. 7s. M. Beaumont. The Heaven Within. 1 As earth's pageant passes by, Let reflection turn thine eye Inward, and observe thy breast; There alone dwells solid rest. 2 That's a close immured tower, Which can mock all hostile power; To thyself a tenant be, And inhabit safe and free. 3 Say not that this house is small, Girt up in a narrow wall; In a cleanly, sober mind, Heaven itself full room doth find. 4 The infinite Creator can Dwell in it; and may not man? Here, content, make thy abode With thyself and with thy God. DEVOUT EXERCISES. 422. C. M. H. M. Williams. Habitual Devotion. 1 While thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed-- That mercy I adore! 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear;-- That heart shall rest on thee! 423. L. M. Bowring. Perpetual Praise. 1 When, wakened by thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light, My voice shall sing that morning hour, And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon; Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair; And noon and morning shall attune My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3 When 'neath the evening western gate The sun's retiring rays are hid, My joy shall be to meditate, E'en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue, And gathering night creation dims, The twilight and the midnight, too, Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime, My constant inspirations be; And every shifting scene of time Reflect, my God, a light from thee. 424. C. M. Mrs. Brown. Secret Prayer. 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 3 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 425. S. M. C. Wesley. Prayer for Self-Consecration. 1 O God, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hearest prayer. 2 O, for a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly!-- 3 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer! 4 Lord, let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide To better worlds above. 426. L. M. Moore. Breathings of Grace. 1 Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light; 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit, dark and lost before; And freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there! 3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords along, E'en angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies. 427. S. M. Cowper. Dependence on God. 1 To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'T is water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul. 2 The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command, But still derived from him. 3 Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone; And e'en an angel would be weak, Who trusted in his own. 4 Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide; This more exalts the King of kings Than all your works beside. 5 In God is all our store, Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none. 428. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery. The Soul panting for God. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine. 429. L. M. Henry Moore. Wisdom and Virtue sought from God. 1 Supreme and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above, and all below: 2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, What nature and thy laws decree; Worthy that intellectual flame, Which from thy breathing spirit came! 3 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race. 4 O Father, grace and virtue grant! No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve thee, and to love, Is peace below,--is bliss above. 430. C. M. Merrick. Holy Resignation. 1 Author of good, to thee we turn: Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply. 2 O, let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside. 3 And, O, by error's force subdued, Since oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,-- 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good we ask not; Father, grant; The ill we ask, deny. 431. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley. Prayer for the Comforter. 1 I want the spirit of power within, Of love, and of a healthful mind; Of power to conquer every sin, Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. 2 O that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast; And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God! 432. L. M. Cotton. A Peaceful Conscience. 1 While some in folly's pleasures roll, And court the joys that hurt the soul, Be mine that silent, calm repast, A conscience peaceful to the last. 2 With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismayed; But fearless meet life's dreariest gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb. 3 Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each blow some kind design fulfils; And can I murmur at my God, While love supreme directs the rod? 4 His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies, and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns. 433. L. M. Watts. Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth. 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 heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone: In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find. 434. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous. Rising towards Heaven. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun,-- Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 435. L. P. M. Anonymous. Christ Desired. 1 Come, O thou universal good! Balm of the wounded conscience, come! The hungry, dying spirit's food; The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home; Haven to take the shipwrecked in, My everlasting rest from sin! 2 Come, O my comfort and delight! My strength and health, and shield, and sun My boast, my confidence, and might, My joy, my glory, and my crown; My gospel-hope, my calling's prize, My tree of life, my paradise. 436. C. M. Newton. "Unto you who believe he is precious." 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, It calms the troubled breast; 'T is manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest. 3 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought, But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 4 Till then I would thy love proclaim, With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 437. 11s. M. Mrs. Hale. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O give to us daily our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever--Amen. 438. C. M. T. Whittemore. The Same. 1 Our Father, who in heaven art, All hallowed be thy name: Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, On earth, in heaven the same. 2 Give us this day our daily bread, Our debts, O Lord, forgive, As we forgive our enemies And thus obedient live. 3 Into temptation lead us not, From evil keep us clean; Thine is the kingdom, glory, power Forevermore, Amen. 439. S. M. Montgomery. The Same. 1 Our heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now:-- Thy name be hallowed 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 iniquity Forgive, as we forgive. 4 From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. 5 Thine, then, forever be Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine. 440. C. M. Anonymous. The Lord's Prayer. 1 O Thou, enthroned in worlds above, Our Father and our Friend! Lo, at the footstool of thy love, Thy children humbly bend. 2 All reverence to thy name be given; Thy kingdom wide displayed; And, as thy will is done in heaven, Be it on earth obeyed. 3 Our table may thy bounty spread, From thine exhaustless store, From day to day with daily bread,-- Nor would we ask for more. 4 That pardon we to others give, Do thou to us extend; From all temptation, Lord, relieve; From every ill defend. 5 And now to thee belong, Most High, The kingdom, glory, power, Through the broad earth and spacious sky, Both now and evermore. 441. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson. From Boethius. Seeking God. 1 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer his clouded mind with light divine. 2 'T is thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest; From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend; Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. 442. S. M. Watts. Abba, Father. 1 Behold, what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. 3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 4 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. 443. L. M. Mrs. Steele. The Christian's Resolve. 1 Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 May I resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. 4 O may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. 444. L. M. Browne. "Giving thanks to God in all things." 1 Great God! my joyful thanks to thee Shall, like thy gifts, continual be: In constant streams thy bounty flows, Nor end nor intermission knows. 2 Thy kindness all my comforts gives; My numerous wants thy hand relieves; Nor can I ever, Lord, be poor, Who live on thy exhaustless store. 3 If what I wish thy will denies, It is that thou art good and wise; Afflictions, which may make me mourn, Thou canst, thou dost, to blessings turn. 4 Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breast, Let all thy favors be imprest; And though withdrawn thy gifts should be In all things I'll give thanks to thee. 445. C. M. Doddridge. "Now are we sons of God." 1 How rich thy favors, God of grace! How various, how divine! Full as the ocean they are poured, And bright as heaven they shine. 2 He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way To his own palace where he reigns In uncreated day. 3 Jesus, the herald of his love, Displays the radiant prize, A crown of never-ending bliss, To our admiring eyes. 4 The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend, Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end. 446. C. M. H. H. Milman. Praying for Divine Help. 1 O Help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. 2 O help us, when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore, And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more. 3 O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. 4 O help us, Father! from on high; We know no help but thee; O! help us so to live and die, As thine in heaven to be. 447. C. H. M. Anonymous. Come, let us Pray. 1 Come, let us pray: 'tis sweet to feel That God himself is near; That, while we at his footstool kneel, His mercy deigns to hear: Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way, This is our solace--let us pray. 2 Come, let us pray: the burning brow, The heart oppressed with care, And all the woes that throng us now, Will be relieved by prayer: Our God will chase our griefs away; O, glorious thought!--come, let us pray. 3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat Invites the fervent prayer. Our Heavenly Father waits to greet The contrite spirit there: O, loiter not, nor longer stay From him who loves us; let us pray. 448. L. M. Sir Walter Scott. Imploring the constant Presence of God. 1 When Israel of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray! 4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 449. C. M. C. Wesley. Watchfulness. 1 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to find it near. 2 I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire; To catch the wandering of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 3 From thee that I no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give. 4 Quick as the apple of the eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. 450. C. M. Smart. For Prudence and Wisdom. 1 Father of light! conduct my feet Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring Me nearer to my God. 2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide; And, when I go astray, Recall my feet from folly's path To wisdom's better way. 3 Teach me in every various scene To keep my end in sight; And while I tread life's mazy track, Let wisdom guide me right. 4 That heavenly wisdom from above Abundantly impart; And let it guard, and guide, and warm, And penetrate my heart: 5 Till it shall lead me to thyself, Fountain of bliss and love! And all my darkness be dispersed In endless light above. 451. C. M. Moore. Heaven Desired. 1 The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. 2 But high she shoots through air and light-- Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me, God, from every snare Of sinful passion free, Aloft through faith's serener air To hold my course to thee. 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings. 452. L. M. Stowell. The Mercy-seat. 1 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place were Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place of all on earth most sweet; It is the heavenly mercy-seat. 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 453. C. M. Steele. Thirsting after God. 1 When fainting in the sultry waste, And parched with thirst extreme, The weary pilgrim longs to taste The cool, refreshing stream. 2 So longs the weary, fainting mind, Oppressed with sins and woes, Some soul-reviving spring to find, Whence heavenly comfort flows. 3 O, may I thirst for thee, my God, With ardent, strong desire; And still, through all this desert road, To taste thy grace aspire. 4 Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, A grateful sacrifice; My mourning voice thou wilt attend, And grant me full supplies. 454. 7s. M. Newton. Self-Distrust. 1 'T is a point I long to know,-- Oft it causes anxious thought,-- Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all? 5 Father, let me love thee more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day. 455. L. M. Doddridge. Choosing the Better Part. 1 Beset with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand: Father divine! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart, Wisely to choose the better part; To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise, Let tempests mingle earth with skies, No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Saviour, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 456. C. M. Watts. Sincerity and Hypocrisy. 1 God is a spirit just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heaven 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. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. 457. C. P. M. Wesley's Coll. True Wisdom. 1 Be it my only wisdom here, To serve the Lord with filial fear, With loving gratitude; Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way, And walking in the good. 2 O may I still from sin depart! A wise and understanding heart, Father, to me be given! And let me through thy Spirit know To glorify my God below, And find my way to heaven. 458. L. M. 6l. Merrick. For the Understanding and Influence of God's Word. 1 While here as wandering sheep we stray, Teach us, O teach us, Lord, thy way! Dispose our hearts, with willing awe, To love thy word, to keep thy law; That, by thy guiding precepts led, Our feet the paths of truth may tread. 2 Great Source of light to all below! Teach us thy holy will to know: Teach us to read thy word aright, And make it our supreme delight; That, purged from vain desires, our mind In thee its only good may find. 3 Maker, instructer, judge of all, O hear us when on thee we call! To us, all-bounteous Lord, dispense Thy grace, and guiding influence! Preserve us in thy holy ways, And teach our hearts to speak thy praise! 459. C. M. Montgomery. Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom. 1 Almighty God! in humble prayer To thee our souls we lift; Do thou our waiting minds prepare For thy most needful gift. 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth Along our path to flow; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below. 3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away; We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, Lest we should go astray. 4 We ask for wisdom;--Lord, impart The knowledge how to live; A wise and understanding heart To all before thee give. 5 The young remember thee in youth, Before the evil days! The old be guided by thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways! 460. C. M. Cowper. Walking with God. 1 O, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! 2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill. 3 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 4 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 461. C. M. Doddridge. For Freedom from Secret Sin. 1 Searcher of hearts! before thy face I all my soul display; And, conscious of its innate arts, Entreat thy strict survey. 2 If, lurking in its inmost folds, I any sin conceal, O, let a ray of light divine The secret guile reveal. 3 If tinctured with that odious gall Unknowing I remain, Let grace, like a pure silver stream, Wash out the hateful stain. 4 If, in these fatal fetters bound, A wretched slave I lie, Smite off my chains, and wake my soul To light and liberty. 5 To humble penitence and prayer Be gentle pity given; Speak ample pardon to my heart, And seal its claim to heaven. 462. S. M. Grünbeck. Self-abandonment to God. 1 Lord! bring me to resign My doubting heart to thee; And, whether cheerful or distressed, Thine, thine alone to be. 2 My only aim be this,-- Thy purpose to fulfil, In thee rejoice with all my strength, And do thy holy will. 3 Lord! thy all-seeing eye Keeps watch with sleepless care: Thy great compassion never fails; Thou hear'st my needy prayer. 4 So will I firmly trust, That thou wilt guide me still, And guard me safe throughout the way That leads to Zion's hill. 463. C. M. Cowper. Religious Retirement. 1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes, where sin is waging still Its most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made For those who follow thee. 3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode; O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God. 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of light divine, And all harmonious names in one, My Father--thou art mine! 464. C. M. J. J. Gurney. Silent Worship. 1 Let deepest silence all around Its peaceful shelter spread; So shall the living word abound, The word that wakes the dead. 2 How sweet to wait upon the Lord In stillness and in prayer! What though no preacher speak the word A minister is there: 3 He knows to bend the heart of steel, He bows the loftiest soul; O'er all we think and all we feel, How matchless his control! 4 And, O, how precious is his love In tender mercy given; It whispers of the blest above, And stays the soul on heaven. 5 From mind to mind, in streams of joy, The holy influence spreads; 'T is peace, 'tis praise without alloy, For God that influence sheds. 6 To thee, O God, we still will pray, And praise thee as before; For this thy glorious gospel-day, Teach us to praise thee more. 465. L. M. 6l. Bowring. "Help thou my unbelief." 1 If listening, as I listen still, O God! to thine instructive word, In spite of all my spirit's will, Some whispering voice of doubt is heard,-- That voice spontaneous from the soul, Which nought can check and nought control; 2 If when most earnestly I pray For light, for aid, for strength from thee, Some struggling thoughts will force their way, And break my soul's serenity;-- If reason, thy best gift, will hold The sceptre only half controlled:-- 3 Help and forgive! heaven's alphabet Hath many a word of mystery; I read not all thy record yet, Though perseveringly I try; But teach me, Lord! and none shall be More prompt, more pleased to learn of thee. 466. S. M. Herbert. Doing all to the Glory of God. 1 Teach me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything, 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, Even servile labors shine; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, The meanest work divine. 467. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. Oliver. God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength. 1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this mortal land: I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current; Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 468. C. M. Wreford. Prayer for Faith. 1 Lord! I believe; thy power I own, Thy word I would obey; I wander comfortless, and lone, When from thy truth I stray. 2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears Sometimes bedim my sight; I look to thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light. 3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, My faith is cold and weak; Strengthen my weakness, and bestow The confidence I seek! 4 Yes, I believe; and only thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow, Help thou my unbelief! 469. S. M. Watts. Safety in God. 1 When overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies; Helpless and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, I ever would abide; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 470. C. M. Montgomery. Prayer for Grace in Trial. 1 Father of all our mercies, thou In whom we move and live, Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now, And answer, and forgive. 2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes, Our helplessness we feel, O, give the weary soul repose, The wounded spirit heal. 3 When dire temptations gather round And threaten or allure, By storm or calm, in thee be found A refuge strong and sure. 4 When age advances, may we grow In faith, in hope, and love, And walk in holiness below To holiness above. 5 When earthly joys and cares depart, Desire and envy cease, Be thou the portion of our heart,-- In thee may we have peace. 471. L. M. Roscoe. The Solace of Faith. 1 When human hopes and joys depart, I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart; And on my weary spirit steal The thoughts that pass all earthly weal. 2 I cast above my tearful eyes, And muse upon the starry skies; And think that He who governs there Still keeps me in his guardian care. 3 I gaze upon the opening flower, Just moistened with the evening shower; And bless the love which made it bloom, To chase away my transient gloom. 4 I think, whene'er this mortal frame Returns again to whence it came, My soul shall wing its happy flight To regions of eternal light. 472. C. M. Wesleyan. For Purity of Heart. 1 O, for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that always feels how good, Thou, Lord, hast been to me. 2 O for a humble, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him who dwells within;-- 3 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect, and right, and pure and good, Conformed, O Lord, to thine. 4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; O, write thy name upon my heart, Thy name, O God, is Love. 473. L. M. Bowring. God's sustaining Presence. 1 Father and friend, thy light, thy love Beaming through all thy works we see; Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the earth is full of thee. 2 Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel, Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight, Involved in clouds, invisible, Reignest the Lord of life and light. 3 We know not in what hallowed part Of the wide heavens thy throne may be; But this we know,--that where thou art, Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee. 4 Thy children shall not faint nor fear, Sustained by this delightful thought,-- Since thou, their God, art everywhere, They cannot be where thou art not. 474. S. M. Episcopal Coll. Ark of Safety. 1 O, cease, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam; All this wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home. 2 Behold the ark of God; Behold the open door; O, haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 3 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest. 475. C. M. Watts. "O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes." 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 down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. 3 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. 4 Make me to walk in thy commands,-- 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God. 476. C. M. T. Humphries. "Lord, remember me." 1 O thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me. 2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart: Good Lord, remember me. 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O let my strength be as my day: Good Lord, remember me. 4 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me! 477. L. M. Merrick. Prayer for Divine Guidance. 1 Teach me, O teach me, Lord! thy way; So, to my life's remotest day, By thy unerring precepts led, My willing feet its paths shall tread. 2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe, My heart shall meditate thy law; And with celestial wisdom filled, To thee its full obedience yield. 3 Give me to know thy will aright,-- Thy will, my glory and delight.-- That, raised above the world, my mind In thee its highest good may find. 4 O turn from vanity mine eye; To me thy quickening strength supply; And with thy promised mercy cheer A heart devoted to thy fear. 478. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Repose of Faith. 1 Happy soul, that safe from harm Rests within his Shepherd's arm! Who his quiet shall molest? Who shall violate his rest? 2 Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep; Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care; Bear me, on thy bosom bear. 3 Let me know thy gracious voice; More and more in thee rejoice; More and more of thee receive; Ever in thy spirit live:-- 4 Live, till all thy love I know, Perfect in my Lord below; Gladly then from earth remove, Gathered to the fold above. 479. C. M. C. Wesley. A Rest Remaineth. 1 Lord! we believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;-- For thou art served alone:-- 2 A rest where all our souls desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 O that we now that rest might know, Believe and enter in! Thou Holiest! now the power bestow, And let us cease from sin. 4 Remove this hardness from our heart, This unbelief remove: The rest of perfect faith impart, The sabbath of thy love. 480. L. M. Anonymous. Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him. 1 Lord! in thy garden agony, No light seemed on thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake; 2 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over, ill was won; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, "Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!" 3 Lord, bring these precious moments back, When, fainting, against sin we strain; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain. 4 In weakness, help us to contend; In darkness, yield to God our will; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still! 481. C. M. Steele. Filial Submission. 1 And can my heart aspire so high, To say, "My Father," God? Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie, And learn to kiss the rod. 2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise; Let each rebellious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise. 3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene, Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. 4 "My Father, God," permit my heart To plead her humble claim, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name. 482. C. M. Pope. Universal Prayer. 1 Father of all! in every age, In every clime, adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!-- 2 Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent At aught thy wisdom has denied, Or aught thy goodness lent. 3 This day be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun Thou knowest if best bestowed or not And let thy will be done. 4 Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round. 5 To thee whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise, All nature's incense rise. 483. C. M. Pope. The Same. 1 Father of all, whose cares extend To earth's remotest shore, Through every age let praise ascend, And every clime adore. 2 Mean though I am, not wholly so, Since quickened by thy breath; Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death. 3 Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. 4 If I am right, thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way. 5 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue. 484. 7s. M. Methodist Coll. Seeking God. 1 Light of Life, Seraphic Fire, Love Divine, thyself impart; Every fainting soul inspire; Shine in every drooping heart! Every mournful sinner cheer; Scatter all our guilty gloom; Love of God, appear, appear! To thy human temples come. 2 Come, in this accepted hour; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in! Fill us with thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin: Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; Be thou all our heart's desire, Be our heaven--in holiness. 485. C. M. Percy Chapel Coll. "Thy Will be done." 1 Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, "Thy will be done." 2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path; Should wealth and friends be gone; Still with a firm and lively faith, I'll cry, "Thy will be done." 3 Although thy steps I cannot trace, Thy sovereign right I'll own; And, as instructed by thy grace; I'll cry, "Thy will be done." 4 'Tis sweet thus passively to lie Before thy gracious throne, Concerning everything to cry, "My Father's will be done." 486. C. M. Doddridge. Confidence in God. 1 My God! the covenant of thy love Abides forever sure; And in thy matchless grace I feel My happiness secure. 2 What though my house be not with thee As nature could desire? To nobler joys than nature gives Thy servants all aspire. 3 Since thou, the everlasting God, My Father art become; Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, And heaven my final home: 4 I welcome all thy sovereign will, For all that will is love; And when I know not what thou dost, I wait the light above. 5 Thy covenant the last accent claims Of this poor faltering tongue; And that shall the first notes employ Of my celestial song. 487. L. M. Henry Moore. Prayer for Religious Principle. 1 Amidst a world of hopes and fears, A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat: 2 Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray, To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold thy shield of power, To guard me in the dangerous hour. 3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun, In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss. 4 May never pleasure, wealth or pride, Allure my wandering soul aside; But through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill. 488. L. M. Christian Psalmist. Prayer for Divine Help. 1 Be with me, Lord, where'er I go; Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Show me my weakness,--let me see I have my power, my all from thee. 2 Enrich me always with thy love; My kind protection ever prove; Thy signet put upon my breast, And let thy spirit on me rest. 3 Assist and teach me how to pray; Incline my nature to obey; What thou abhorr'st that let me flee, And only love what pleases thee. 4 O may I never do my will, But thine, and only thine, fulfil; Let all my time and all my ways Be spent and ended to thy praise. 489. C. M. Anonymous. Prayer for the Christian Temper. 1 Almighty Maker! Lord of all! Of life the only spring! Creator of unnumbered worlds! Supreme, Eternal King! 2 Drive from the confines of my heart Impenitence and pride; Nor let me, in forbidden paths, With thoughtless sinners glide. 3 Let not despair nor fell revenge Be to my bosom known: Oh! give me tears for others' woes, And patience for my own. 4 Feed me with necessary food; I ask not wealth or fame; Give me an eye to see thy will, A heart to bless thy name. 5 May still my days serenely pass, Without remorse or care; And growing holiness my soul For life's last hour prepare. 490. S. M. Methodist Coll. For Holiness. 1 The thing my God doth hate That I no more may do, Thy creature, Lord, again create, And all my soul renew; Abhor the thing unclean, And, sanctified by love divine, Forever cease from sin. 2 That blessed law of thine, Father, to me impart; The Spirit's law of life divine, O write it in my heart! Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove, The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love. 3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanctity, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to thee. Soul of my soul remain! Who didst for all fulfil, In me, O Lord, fulfil again My heavenly Father's will. 491. C. M. Wesley's Coll. "Thy Kingdom Come." 1 Father of me and all mankind, And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise thy love. 2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace To every heart of man; Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, In all our bosoms reign. 3 The righteousness that never ends, But makes an end of sin; The joy that human thought transcends, Into our souls bring in. 4 The kingdom of established peace, Which can no more remove; The perfect powers of godliness, Th' omnipotence of love. 492. S. M. Watts. Seeking God. 1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy does implore; Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 For life, without thy love, No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. 4 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. 493. L. M. Montgomery. "O God, my soul thirsteth for thee." 1 O God! thou art my God alone; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 2 Yet through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on thee, my God; Thine hand unseen upholds my ways; I lean upon thy staff and rod. 3 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head. 4 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee? 494. C. M. Doddridge. The Knowledge of God. 1 Shine forth, Eternal Source of light! And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight With lustre all thine own. 2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise Is in thy presence lost. 3 To know the Author of our frame Is our sublimest skill; True science is to read thy name, True life to obey thy will. 4 For this I long, for this I pray, And following on pursue, Till visions of eternal day Fix and complete the view. 495. L. M. 6l. Addison. God our Shepherd. 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still. Thy friendly staff 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 my pains beguile,-- The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned And streams shall murmur all around. 496. S. M. Patrick The Fatherly Love of God. 1 God, who is just and kind, Will those who err instruct, And to the paths of righteousness Their wandering steps conduct. 2 The humble soul he guides, Teaches the meek his way, Kindness and truth he shows to all Who his just laws obey. 3 Give me the tender heart That mixes fear with love, And lead me through whatever path Thy wisdom shall approve. 4 Oh! ever keep my soul From error, shame and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built. 497. L. M. J. F. Oberlin. Clinging to God. 1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart: Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to thee. 2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy: That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee. 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 4 Renouncing every earthly thing, And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee. 498. C. M. Watts. God our Refuge and Hope. 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, To dwell before thy face. 3 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. 4 Behold the sinners, that remove Far from thy presence, die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 5 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. 499. C. M. Montgomery. For Grateful Submission. 1 One prayer I have,--all prayers in one,-- When I am wholly thine; "Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine." 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In thee I firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember that to thee Whate'er I have I owe; And back in gratitude from me May all thy bounties flow. 4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed, When in thy service spent. 5 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No, let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still." 500. L. M. Montgomery. The Soul Returning to God. 1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and maddening cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole; Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul return, From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life. 4 God is thy rest;--with heart inclined To keep his word, that word believe; Christ is thy rest;--with lowly mind, His light and easy yoke receive. 501. C. M. Watts. Invocation of the Divine Spirit. 1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 4 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 502. C. M. Beddome. For Inward Truth. 1 Am I an Israelite indeed. Without a false disguise? Have I renounced my sins, and left My refuges of lies? 2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain, Or is it formed anew? What is the rule by which I walk, The object I pursue? 3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace, My real state to know; If I am wrong, O set me right! If right, preserve me so! 503. C. M. Methodist Coll. Seeking God. 1 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 504. L. M. Grigg. Not Ashamed of Christ. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be! A mortal man ashamed of thee; Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe--no good to crave, No fears to quell--no soul to save. 4 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- Till then, I boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me. 505. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Simplicity of Christ. 1 Lord! that I may learn of thee, Give me true simplicity; Wean my soul, and keep it low, Willing thee alone to know. 2 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled, Docile, helpless as a child; Only seeing in thy light, Only walking in thy might. 3 Then infuse the living grace, Truthful soul of righteousness; Knowledge, love divine, impart,-- Life eternal to my heart. 506. 7s. M. Newton. Docility and Trust. 1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild; Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanéd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleaseth thee. 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither strong nor wise Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 507. L. M. Beard's Coll. God's Care our Comfort. 1 Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel, In all our gloom, our wanderings here, No night of sorrow can conceal Man from thy notice, from thy care. 2 When disciplined by long distress, And led through paths of fear and woe, Say, dost thou love thy children less? No! ever-gracious Father, no! 3 No distance can outreach thine eye, No night obscure thy endless day: Be this my comfort when I sigh, Be this my safeguard when I stray. 508. S. M. Mme. Guion. The Water of Life. 1 The fountain in its source No drought of summer fears; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. 2 But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry. 3 The cisterns I forsake, O fount of bliss, for thee! My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity. 509. C. M. Rippon's Coll. Peace with God. 1 Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:-- 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end." 510. S. M. Christian Psalmist. The Way of God with the Spirit. 1 'Tis God the spirit leads In paths before unknown: The work to be performed is ours; The strength is all his own. 2 Assisted by his grace, We still pursue our way; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 3 'Tis he that works to will; 'Tis he that works to do; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too. 511. L. M. 6l. Christian Psalmist. 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 When 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 heaven I long to know; For this, with patience, I would wait, Till, weaned from earth, and all below, I mount to my celestial seat, And wave my palm, and wear my crown, And, with the elders, cast them down. 512. C. M. Doddridge. Jesus precious to them that believe. 1 Jesus, I love thy charming name; 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear. 2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; No light unto my eyes so dear, No friendship half so sweet. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there,-- The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my expiring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death. 513. C. M. Watts. The Hope of Heaven. 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all! 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY. 514. C. M. Watts. "From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God." 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 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 515. L. M. Cowper. The Providence of Life. 1 Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land, Whose grace is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that sighs for more! 2 Thy providence supplies my food, And 'tis thy blessing makes it good: My soul is nourished by thy word; Let soul and body praise the Lord. 3 My streams of outward comfort came From him who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul forever lives. 4 Either his hand preserves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again; From strife and sorrow shields my breast, Or overrules them for the best. 516. 7s. M. 6l. Bowring. The Pilgrimage of Life. 1 Lead us with thy gentle sway, As a willing child is led; Speed us on our forward way, As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped, Who with prayers and helps divine Seeks a consecrated shrine. 2 We are pilgrims, and our goal Is that distant land whose bourn Is the haven of the soul; Where the mourners cease to mourn, Where the Saviour's hand will dry Every tear from every eye. 3 Lead us thither! thou dost know All the way; but wanderers we Often miss our path below, And stretch out our hands to thee; Guide us,--save us,--and prepare Our appointed mansion there! 517. C. M. Montgomery. "Looking for another country, that is an heavenly." 1 While through this changing world we roam, From infancy to age, Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home, His rest at every stage. 2 Thither his raptured thought ascends, Eternal joys to share; There his adoring spirit bends, While here he kneels in prayer. 3 Oh! there may we our treasure place, There let our hearts be found; That still, where sin abounded, grace May more and more abound. 4 Henceforth our conversation be With Christ before the throne; Ere long, we eye to eye shall see, And know as we are known. 518. L. M. Doddridge. Redeeming the Time. 1 God of eternity! from thee Did infant time its being draw; Moments and days, and months, and years, Revolve by thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and swift they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts To know the price of every hour, That time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power. 519. C. H. M. J. Taylor. What is your Life? 1 O, what is life?--'tis like a flower That blossoms and is gone; It flourishes its little hour, With all its beauty on: Death comes, and, like a wintry day, It cuts the lovely flower away. 2 O, what is life?--'tis like the bow That glistens in the sky: We love to see its colors glow; But, while we look, they die: Life fails as soon:--to-day 'tis here; To-morrow it may disappear. 3 Lord, what is life?--if spent with thee In humble praise and prayer, How long or short our life may be, We feel no anxious care: Though life depart, our joys shall last When life and all its joys are past. 520. L. M. Bowring. Our Times are in thy Hand. 1 Our times are in thy hand, and thou Wilt guide our footsteps at thy will: Lord, to thy purposes we bow, Do thou thy purposes fulfil! 2 Life's mighty waters roll along, Thy spirit guides them as they roll; And waves on waves impetuous throng At thy command, at thy control. 3 Lord, we, thy children, look to thee, And with an humble, prostrate will, Find in thine all-sufficiency A claim to love and serve thee still. 521. S. M. Edmeston. "Why sayest thou--my way is hid from the Lord?" 1 Along my earthly way, How many clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head. 2 Yet, Father, thou art love: O hide not from my view! But when I look, in prayer, above, Appear in mercy through! 3 My pathway is not hid; Thou knowest all my need; And I would do as Israel did,-- Follow where thou wilt lead. 4 Lead me, and then my feet Shall never, never stray; But safely I shall reach the seat Of happiness and day. 5 And O from that bright throne, I shall look back, and see,-- The path I went, and that alone, Was the right path for me. 522. C. M. Needham. The Dead speaking to the Living. 1 Rise, O my soul! pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men Who lived and walked with God. 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give. 3 Confiding in his heavenly strength, They conquered every foe; To his almighty power and grace Their crowns of life they owe. 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given; And never wander from the road That led them safe to heaven. 523. C. M. Barbauld. The Pilgrimage of Life. 1 Our country is Immanuel's ground; We seek that promised soil; The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil. 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, And oft are bathed in tears; Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise, And naught but sin our fears. 3 We tread the path our Master trod: We bear the cross he bore; And every thorn that wounds our feet, His temples pierced before. 4 Our powers are oft dissolved away In ecstasies of love; And while our bodies wander here, Our souls are fixed above. 5 We purge our mortal dross away, Refining as we run; But while we die to earth and sense, Our heaven is here begun. 524. C. M. Watts. "We are fearfully and wonderfully made." 1 Let others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 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 fails if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God who built us first; Salvation to the Almighty Name That reared us from the dust! 525. C. M. Doddridge. "Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven." 1 These mortal joys, how soon they fade! How swift they pass away! The dying flower reclines its head, The beauty of a day. 2 Soon are those earthly treasures lost, We fondly call our own; Scarce the possession can we boast, When straight we find them gone. 3 But there are joys which cannot die, With God laid up in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky, More bright than golden ore. 4 The seeds which piety and love Have scattered here below, In the fair, fertile fields above To ample harvests grow. 526. L. M. Newton. Lightning in the Night. 1 A glance from heaven, with sweet effect, Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers: But ere I can my thoughts collect, As suddenly it disappears. 2 So lightning in the gloom of night Affords a momentary day; Disclosing objects full in sight, Which, soon as seen, are snatched away. 3 The lightning's flash did not create The opening prospect it revealed; But only showed the real state Of what the darkness had concealed. 4 Just so, we by a glimpse discern The glorious things within the veil; That, when in darkness, we may learn To live by faith, till light prevail. 527. C. M. J. Newton. The Changes of Life. 1 The evils that beset our path, Who can prevent or cure? We stand upon the brink of death When most we seem secure. 2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, It soon may be withdrawn; Some change may plunge us in distress Before to-morrow's dawn. 3 Disease and pain invade our health, And find an easy prey; And oft, when least expected, wealth Takes wings and flies away. 4 The gourds from which we look for fruit. Produce us often pain; A worm unseen attacks the root, And all our hopes are vain. 5 Since sin has filled the earth with woe, And creatures fade and die; Lord, wean our hearts from things below, And fix our hopes on high! 528. S. M. Doddridge. "The Fathers, where are they?" 1 How swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity! 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys, and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor gone. 3 God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. 529. L. M. J. Roscoe. The Close of Life. 1 My Father! when around me spread I see the shadows of the tomb, And life's bright visions droop and fade, And darkness veils my future doom; 2 O, in that anguished hour I turn With a still trusting heart to thee, And holy thoughts still shine and burn Amid that cold, sad destiny. 3 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dim with tears; The hopes of earth indeed are gone; But are not ours the immortal years? 4 Father! forgive the heart that clings Thus trembling to the joys of time; And bid my soul on angel wings Ascend into a purer clime. 530. L. M. Doddridge. To God pertain the issues of Life and Death. 1 Sovereign of life! before thine eye, Lo! mortal men by thousands die: One glance from thee at once brings down The proudest brow that wears a crown. 2 Banished at once from human sight To the dark grave's mysterious night, Imprisoned in that dusty bed, We hide our solitary head. 3 Yet if my Father's faithful hand Conduct me through this gloomy land, My soul with pleasure shall obey, And follow where he leads the way. 4 The friendly band again shall meet, Again exchange the welcome sweet; The dear familiar features trace, And still renew the fond embrace. 531. C. M. Heber. Universal Warning of Death. 1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given: Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven! 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they. 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb; And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come? 5 Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour. 532. L. M. J. Taylor. The Shortness of Life. 1 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass, And while we gaze their forms are gone. 2 "He lived,--he died;" behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page! Alike, in God's all-seeing eye, The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father! in whose mighty hand The boundless years and ages lie; Teach us thy boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly; 4 To crowd the narrow span of life With wise designs and virtuous deeds; And bid us wake from death's dark night, To share the glory that succeeds. 533. C. M. Collyer. Prayer for Support in Death. 1 When, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, And wait to pass death's awful flood, Great God, at thy command;-- 2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave. 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand Beneath my sinking head, And let a beam of light divine Illume my dying bed. 534. L. M. Watts. Christ's Presence makes Death easy. 1 Why should we start and fear to die! What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 O! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she past. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. 535. L. M. Anonymous. Deliverance from the Fear of Death. 1 O God of love! with cheering ray, Gild our expiring hour of day; Thy love, through each revolving year, Has wiped away affliction's tear. 2 Free us from death's terrific gloom, And all the fear which shrouds the tomb; Heighten our joys, support our head, Before we sink among the dead. 3 May death conclude our toils and tears! May death destroy our sins and fears! May death, through Jesus, be our friend! May death be life, when life shall end! 4 Crown our last moment with thy power-- The latest in our latest hour; Till to the raptured heights we soar, Where fears and death are known no more. 536. L. M. R. Hill. Prayer for the dying Christian. 1 Gently, my Father, let me down To slumber in the arms of death: I rest my soul on thee alone, E'en till my last expiring breath. 2 Soon will the storms of life be o'er, And I shall enter endless rest: There I shall live to sin no more, And bless thy name forever blest. 3 Bid me possess sweet peace within; Let childlike patience keep my heart; Then shall I feel my heaven begin, Before my spirit hence depart. 537. C. M. Anonymous. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." Ps. 23. 1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! Thou must go forth alone, To other scenes, to other worlds, That mortal hath not known. Thou must go forth alone, my soul,-- To tread the narrow vale; But He, whose word is sure, hath said His comforts shall not fail. 2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul, Along the darksome way; Where the bright sun has never shed His warm and gladsome ray. And yet the Sun of Righteousness Shall rise amidst the gloom, And scatter from thy trembling gaze The shadows of the tomb. 3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! To meet thy God above: But shrink not--He hath said, my soul, He is a God of love. His rod and staff shall comfort thee Across the dreary road, Till thou shalt join the blessed ones In heaven's serene abode. 538. 7s. & 4s. M. Mrs. Gilbert. Prayer for Support in Death. 1 When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, O, my Father, soothe my fears, Light me through the gloomy way; Break the shadows, Usher in eternal day;-- 2 Upward from this dying state Bid my waiting soul aspire; Open thou the crystal gate; To thy praise attune my lyre: Then, triumphant, I will join th' immortal choir. 539. C. M. Anonymous. The Happy Death. 1 Lord, must we die? O let us die Trusting in thee alone! Our living testimony given, Then leave our dying one. 2 If we must die, O let us die In peace with all mankind, And change these fleeting joys below For pleasures all refined. 3 If we must die,--as die we must,-- Let some kind seraph come, And bear us on his friendly wing To our celestial home! 4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, May we but have a view! Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, We'll boldly venture through. 540. L. M. Montgomery. The Hour of Death, and Entrance on Immortality. 1 O God unseen--but not unknown! Thine eye is ever fixed on me; I dwell beneath thy secret throne, Encompassed by thy deity. 2 The moment comes when strength must fail, When, health and hope and comfort flown, I must go down into the vale And shade of death, with thee alone: 3 Alone with thee;--in that dread strife Uphold me through mine agony, And gently be this dying life Exchanged for immortality. 4 Then, when th' unbodied spirit lands Where flesh and blood have never trod, And in the unveiled presence stands Of thee, my Saviour and my God: 5 Be mine eternal portion this, Since thou wert always here with me, That I may view thy face in bliss, And be for evermore with thee. 541. L. M. Doddridge. Meditation on Death. 1 Behold the path which mortals tread, Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our day. 2 Our kindred and our friends are gone; Know, O my soul! this doom my own; Feeble as theirs my mortal frame, The same my way, my home the same. 3 Awake, my soul, thy way prepare, And lose in this each mortal care; With steady feet that path be trod, Which, through the grave, conducts to God. 4 Father! to thee my all I trust; And if thou call me down to dust, I know thy voice, I bless thy hand, And die in peace at thy command. 542. 7s. M. Pope. The Dying Christian to his Soul! 1 Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes!--it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes!--my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? 543. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. Death of the Righteous. 1 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! When sinks a righteous soul to rest; How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore. 3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th' unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 4 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blessed the righteous when he dies!" 544. C. M. Peabody. The Christian's Death. 1 Behold the western evening light! It melts in deeper gloom; So calm the righteous sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low--the yellow leaf Scarce whispers from the tree! So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be. 2 How beautiful, on all the hills, The crimson light is shed! 'Tis like the peace the dying gives To mourners round his bed. How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! So sweet the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last. 3 And lo! above the dews of night The vesper star appears! So faith lights up the mourner's heart, Whose eyes are dim with tears. Night falls, but soon the morning light Its glories shall restore; And thus the eyes that sleep in death Shall wake, to close no more. 545. 7s. M. Anonymous. Dirge. 1 Clay to clay, and dust to dust! Let them mingle--for they must! Give to earth the earthly clod, For the spirit's fled to God. 2 Never more shall midnight's damp Darken round this mortal lamp; Never more shall noon-day's glance Search this mortal countenance. 3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed, Where the spoils of death are laid; Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom, Of man's melancholy tomb. 4 Look aloft! The spirit's risen-- Death cannot the soul imprison; 'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell, Glorious, though invisible. 546. L. M. Watts. The Same. 1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in thy dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word! Restore thy trust! the glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 547. C. M. Watts. "Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord." 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed; How kind their slumbers are! From sufferings and from sin released, And freed from every snare. 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 reward. 548. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll. "Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord." 1 Hark! a voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead, In the Lord who sweetly die! They from all their toils are freed. 2 Ready for their glorious crown,-- Sorrows past and sins forgiven,-- Here they lay their burthen down, Hallowed and made meet for heaven. 3 Yes! the Christian's course is run; Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done; Death is swallowed up in life. 4 When from flesh the spirit freed Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, "A man is dead!" Angels sing, "A child is born!" 549. L. M. Mrs. Mackay. "Asleep in Christ." 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes shall dim that hour, Which manifests the Saviour's power! 3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious hiding place; On Indian plains, or Lapland's snows, Believers find the same repose. 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blesséd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 550. C. M. 8l. Anonymous. The Resurrection. 1 All nature dies and lives again: The flowers that paint the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow, And boughs and blossoms yield,-- Resign the honors of their form At winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked, leafless plain A desolated waste. 2 Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers Anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again. So, to the dreary grave consigned, Man sleeps in death's dark gloom, Until th' eternal morning wake The slumbers of the tomb. 3 O may the grave become to me The bed of peaceful rest, Whence I shall gladly rise at length, And mingle with the blessed! Cheered by this hope, with patient mind I'll wait Heaven's high decree, Till the appointed period come When death shall set me free. 551. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith. The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality. 1 As twilight's gradual veil is spread Across the evening sky; So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die. 2 The bloom of spring, the summer rose, In vain pale winter brave; Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows A ransom from the grave. 3 But morning dawns and spring revives, And genial hours return; So man's immortal soul survives, And scorns the mouldering urn. 4 When this vain scene no longer charms, Or swiftly fades away, He sinks into a Father's arms, Nor dreads the coming day. 552. Peculiar M. H. Ware, Jr. Resurrection of Christ. 1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die: Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him Resplendent in glory, to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high,-- The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy, The being he gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend: Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 553. 7s. M. Cudworth. The Same. 1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say; Raise your songs of triumph high: Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath opened paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 554. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith. Nature Transitory--the Soul Immortal. 1 See lovely nature raise her head, In various graces dressed; Her lucid robe by ocean spread, Her verdant, flowery vest. 2 How glorious are those orbs of light, In all their bright array, That gem the ebon brow of night, Or pour the blaze of day! 3 One gem of purest ray, divine, Alone disclaims her power; Still brighter shall its glories shine, When hers are seen no more. 4 Her pageants pass, nor leave a trace The soul no change shall fear; The God of nature and of grace Has stamped his image there. 555. C. M. Watts. A Prospect of Heaven. 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, And Jordan rolled between. 4 O could we make our doubts remove,-- Those gloomy doubts that rise,-- And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes. 5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,-- Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 556. S. M. Stennett. Surpassing Glories of Eternity. 1 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Each morning shall thy mercies show,-- Each night thy truth record. 2 Thy goodness, like the sun, Dawned on our early days, Ere infant reason had begun To form our lips to praise. 3 But we expect a day Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away To realms of light and bliss. 4 Nor shall that radiant day, So joyfully begun, In evening shadows die away Beneath the setting sun. 5 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show, And all thy truth record. 557. 8s. & 6s. M. W. B. Tappan. Heaven Anticipated. 1 There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast; 'Tis found alone in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven, When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear--'tis heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, The heart no longer riven,-- And views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the dark and narrow tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. 558. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Society of Heaven. 1 Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold. 2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. 559. S. M. Mrs. Steele. Heaven. 1 Far from these scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 No cloud those regions know, Forever bright and fair; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there. 3 There night is never known, Nor sun's faint, sickly ray; But glory from th' eternal throne Spreads everlasting day. 4 O may this prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love! And lively faith and strong desire Bear every thought above. 560. L. M. Anonymous. The World to Come. 1 There is a world we have not seen, That wasting time can ne'er destroy, Where mortal footstep hath not been, Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy. 2 That world to come! and O how blest!-- Fairer than prophets ever told; And never did an angel-guest One half its blessedness unfold. 3 It is all holy and serene,-- The land of glory and repose; And there, to dim the radiant scene, No tear of sorrow ever flows. 4 It is not fanned by summer gale; 'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers; It never needs the moon-beam pale, For there are known no evening hours. 5 There forms unseen by mortal eye, Too glorious for our sight to bear, Are walking with their God on high, And waiting our arrival there. 561. C. M. H. Ballou. Heavenly Zion. 1 Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore, A pure and countless band, Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er, In glorious order stand. 2 From earth's remotest bounds they came, From tribulations great, And, through the victories of the Lamb, Have reached the heavenly state. 3 Hunger and thirst they know no more, From burning heats refreshed; The Lamb shall feed them from his store, And give them endless rest. 4 God all their tears shall wipe away, And they his wonders tell, While in his temple they shall stay, And God with them shall dwell. 562. 7s. M. Raffles. The Saints in Glory. 1 High, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love. 2 Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find, Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind. 3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid the angelic lyres above Hark! their songs melodious rise,-- Songs of praise to Jesus' love. 563. S. M. R. Palmer. Heavenly Rest. 1 And is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed, Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find? 2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, And live and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat? 3 Forever blesséd they, Whose joyful feet shall stand, While endless ages waste away, Amid that glorious land. 4 My soul would thither tend, While toilsome years are given; Then let me, gracious God, ascend To sweet repose in heaven. 564. L. M. Anonymous. The Better Land. 1 There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught;-- 2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise, To dissipate the gloom of night. 4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God. 565. C. H. M. Sacred Lyrics. The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven. 1 Heaven is the land where troubles cease, Where toils and tears are o'er;-- The blissful clime of rest and peace, Where cares distract no more; And not the shadow of distress Dims its unsullied blessedness. 2 Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy, The home of light and love, Where faith and hope in rapture die, And ransomed souls above Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, Bliss everlasting and unknown. MOURNING AND CONSOLATION. 566. L. M. Bryant. "Blessed are they that mourn." 1 Deem not that they are blessed alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God, who loves our race, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years. 3 O, there are days of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night! Grief may abide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again. 5 For God hath marked each anguished day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here. 567. 12s. & 11s. M. Heber. Farewell to a Friend Departed. 1 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed 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 hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died. 568. C. M. Barbauld. The Mourner's Thoughts of Heaven. 1 Not for the pious dead we weep; Their sorrows now are o'er; The sea is calm, the tempest past, On that eternal shore. 2 O, might some dream of visioned bliss, Some trance of rapture, show Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest from human woe! 3 Thence may their pure devotion's flame On us, on us descend; To us their strong aspiring hopes, Their faith, their fervors lend. 4 Let these our shadowy path illume, And teach the chastened mind To welcome all that's left of good, To all that's lost resigned. 569. L. M. Norton. Blessedness of the Pious Dead. 1 O, stay thy tears; for they are blest, Whose days are past, whose toil is done: Here midnight care disturbs our rest; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears; Whose course is short, unclouded, bright. 3 O, cheerless were our lengthened way; But Heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day, And casts a glory round the tomb. 4 O, stay thy tears: the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, And sung a song of joy and love; Then why should anguish reign on earth? 570. S. M. Mrs. Sigourney. "Weep for yourselves, and for your children." 1 We mourn for those who toil, The slave who ploughs the main, Or him who hopeless tills the soil Beneath the stripe and chain: For those who, in the race, O'erwearied and unblest, A host of restless phantoms chase;-- Why mourn for those who rest? 2 We mourn for those who sin? Bound in the tempter's snare, Whom syren pleasure beckons in To prisons of despair; Whose hearts, by passions torn, Are wrecked on folly's shore;-- But why in sorrow should we mourn For those who sin no more? 3 We mourn for those who weep; Whom stern afflictions bend With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend: But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er, Whose tears our God hath wiped away, O mourn for them no more! 571. L. M. W. J. Loring. "Weep not for me!" 1 Why weep for those, frail child of woe, Who've fled and left thee mourning here? Triumphant o'er their latest foe, They glory in a brighter sphere. 2 Weep not for them;--beside thee now Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow O'er those who bliss of angels share. 3 Or round their Father's throne, above, With raptured voice his praise they sing; Or on his messages of love, They journey with unwearied wing. 4 Weep, weep no more; their voices raise The song of triumph high to God; And wouldst thou join their song of praise, Walk humbly in the path they trod. 572. S. H. M. Montgomery. Friends die, but to live again. 1 Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end. Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. 2 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown,-- A whole eternity of love And blessedness alone; And faith beholds the dying here, Translated to that happier sphere. 3 Thus, star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day. Nor sink those stars in empty night-- They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 573. C. M. Anonymous. Hope of Reunion above. 1 When floating on life's troubled sea, By storms and tempests driven, Hope, with her radiant finger, points To brighter scenes in heaven. 2 She bids the storms of life to cease, The troubled breast be calm; And in the wounded heart she pours Religion's healing balm. 3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours Of sadness and of gloom; She guides us through this vale of tears, To joys beyond the tomb. 4 She bids the anguished heart rejoice: Though earthly ties are riven, We still may hope to meet again In yonder peaceful heaven. 574. C. M. Watts. Comfort under Bereavements. 1 Why do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 3 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head? 575. 11s. & 10s. M. Spiritual Songs. Invitation to the Mercy-seat. 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 576. 7s. M. J. H. Bancroft. The Christian's Burial. 1 Brother, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry, Yet we know for thee to-day Every pain hath passed away. 2 Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God and heir of heaven; For he gave thee sweet release; Thine the Christian's death of peace. 3 Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb. 4 While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shall sleep as Jesus slept: With thy Saviour thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified and blest. 577. C. M. Anonymous. Peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 I looked upon the righteous man, And saw his parting breath, Without a struggle or a sigh, Serenely yield to death: There was no anguish on his brow, Nor terror in his eye; The spoiler aimed a fatal dart, But lost the victory. 2 I looked upon the righteous man, And heard the holy prayer Which rose above that breathless form, To soothe the mourners' care, And felt how precious was the gift He to his loved ones gave,-- The stainless memory of the just, The wealth beyond the grave. 3 I looked upon the righteous man; And all our earthly trust Of pleasure, vanity, or pride, Seemed lighter than the dust, Compared with his celestial gain,-- A home above the sky: O, grant us, Lord, his life to live, That we like him may die. 578. L. M. Fergus. At a Funeral. 1 Farewell! what power of words can tell The sorrows of a last farewell, When, standing by the mournful bier, We mingle with our prayers a tear! 2 When memory tells of days gone by, Of blighted hope and vanished joy: Bright hopes that withered like a flower, Cut down and faded in an hour. 3 Give forth thy chime, thou solemn bell, Thou grave, unfold thy marble cell; Oh earth! receive upon thy breast The weary trav'ller to his rest. 4 Oh God, extend thy arms of love, A spirit seeketh thee above! Ye heav'nly palaces unclose, Receive the weary to repose! 579. C. M. L. H. Sigourney. Burial of a Friend. 1 As, bowed by sudden storms, the rose Sinks on the garden's breast, Down to the grave our brother goes, In silence there to rest. 2 No more with us his tuneful voice The hymn of praise shall swell; No more his cheerful heart rejoice When peals the Sabbath bell. 3 Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere Amid a sinless throng, He utters in his Saviour's ear The everlasting song,-- 4 No more we'll mourn the absent friend, But lift our earnest prayer, And daily every effort bend To rise and join him there. 580. C. M. Houghton. The Re-union of Friends after Death. 1 Blest be the hour when friends shall meet, Shall meet to part no more, And with celestial welcome greet, On an immortal shore. 2 Sweet hope, deep cherished, not in vain, Now art thou richly crowned! All that was dead revives again; All that was lost is found! 3 The parent eyes his long-lost child; Brothers on brothers gaze: The tear of resignation mild Is changed to joy and praise. 4 And while remembrance, lingering still, Draws joy from sorrowing hours; New prospects rise, new pleasures fill The soul's capacious powers. 5 Their Father fans their generous flame, And looks complacent down; The smile that owns their filial claim Is their immortal crown. 581. L. M. Anonymous. "Not lost, but gone before." 1 Say, why should friendship grieve for those Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore? Released from all their hurtful foes, They are not lost--but gone before. 2 How many painful days on earth Their fainting spirits numbered o'er! Now they enjoy a heavenly birth; They are not lost--but gone before. 3 Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strain which angels pour; O why should we in anguish weep? They are not lost--but gone before. 582. L. M. Epis. Coll. Death of an Infant. 1 As the sweet flower that scents the morn, But withers in the rising day, Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Had ever spurned at Heaven's control, Or ever quenched its sacred fires. 3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy Perhaps has spared a heavier doom,-- Snatched him from scenes of guilty joy, Or from the pangs of ills to come. 4 He died to sin; he died to care; But for a moment felt the rod; Then, rising on the viewless air, Spread his light wings, and soared to God. 583. L. M. Steele. The Same. 1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, Frail, smiling solace of an hour; So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die. 2 Is there no kind, no healing art, To soothe the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace, be ever nigh: Thy comforts are not made to die. 3 Let gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky. 584. C. M. Steele. Death of a Child. 1 Life is a span,--a fleeting hour: How soon the vapor flies! Man is a tender, transient flower, That e'en in blooming dies. 2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore Shall rise in full, immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears; Thy Saviour dwells on high; There everlasting spring appears; There joy shall never die. 585. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous. Children in Heaven. 1 In the broad fields of heaven,-- In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers,-- There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth. 2 They sing of earth and heaven,-- Divinest voices rise To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies: They all are there,--in heaven,-- Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest. 586. S. M. Wilson. Death of a Young Girl. 1 What though the stream be dead, Its banks all still and dry! It murmurs o'er a lovelier bed, In air-groves of the sky. 2 What though our bird of light Lie mute with plumage dim; In heaven I see her glancing bright, I hear her angel hymn. 3 True that our beauteous doe Hath left her still retreat, But purer now in heavenly snow, She lies at Jesus' feet. 4 O star! untimely set! Why should we weep for thee! Thy bright and dewy coronet Is rising o'er the sea. 587. 7s. M. Anonymous. Dirge for an Infant. 1 Lay her gently in the dust; Grievous task, but oh! ye must! Hear the sentence, "earth to earth, Spirit to immortal birth;" Youthful, gentle, undefiled, Angels nurture now the child! 2 Upward soaring, like the dove, Bearing with her chains of love; Not to draw her spirit back, But to smooth her upward track: Her, the youngest of thy fold, Angels watch with love untold! 3 With the Rock of Ages trust, That which was enshrined in dust; Robed in ever-spotless white, In an atmosphere of light, By the never-failing springs Rests she now her weary wings. 588. C. M. H. Bacon. Death of a Child. 1 Thou gavest, and we yield to thee, God of the human heart! For bitter though grief's cup may be, Thou givest but our part. 2 O, thou canst bid our grief be stilled, Yet not rebuke our tears; How large a place his presence filled! How vacant it appears! 3 We mourn the sunshine of his smile, The tendrils of his love; Oh, was he loved too well the while Ere he was called above? 4 Our chastened spirits bow in prayer, And blend all prayers in one,-- Give us the hope to meet him there, When life's full task is done. 589. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. Death of the Young. 1 Calm on the bosom of thy God, Young spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod His seal was on thy brow. 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. 3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, Whence thy meek smile is gone; But O, a brighter home than ours, In heaven is now thine own. 590. 8s. & 7s. M. S. F. Smith. Death of a Young Girl. 1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber-- Peaceful in the grave so low: Thou no more wilt join our number; Thou no more our songs shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us; Here thy loss we deeply feel; But 'tis God that hath bereft us: He can all our sorrows heal. 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled, Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed. 591. 8s. & 7s. M. Bap. Memorial. Burial of a Christian Brother. 1 Brother, rest from sin and sorrow; Death is o'er and life is won; On thy slumber dawns no morrow: Rest; thine earthly race is run. 2 Brother, wake; the night is waning; Endless day is round thee poured; Enter thou the rest remaining For the people of the Lord. 3 Brother, wake; for he who loved thee,-- He who died that thou mightst live,-- He who graciously approved thee,-- Waits thy crown of joy to give. 4 Fare thee well; though woe is blending With the tones of earthly love, Triumph high and joy unending Wait thee in the realms above. 592. 10s. M. Montgomery. Death of a Christian in his prime. 1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power; A Christian cannot die before his time, The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done; Come from the heat of battle and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won. 3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay In death's embraces, ere he rose on high; And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 4 Go to the grave:--no, take thy seat above; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written word. 593. S. M. Montgomery. On the Death of an aged Christian. "I have fought a good fight; I have finished my course." 1 Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ: The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy. The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame-- He fell, but felt no fear. 2 Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red-cross shield His spirit, with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darkened ruin lay. 3 The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease, And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 594. C. M. Dale. Death of a Christian. 1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee: One thought shall check the starting tear It is, that thou art free. 2 And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain: O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again! 3 Triumphant in thy closing eye The hope of glory shone; Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh, To think the race was run. 4 The passing spirit gently fled, Sustained by grace divine; O, may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine. 595. L. M. Fawcett. Death of Parents. 1 The God of mercy will indulge The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, When honored parents fall around, When friends beloved and kindred die. 2 Yet not one anxious, murmuring thought Should with our mourning passions blend; Nor should our bleeding hearts forget Their mighty, ever-living Friend. 3 Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide, Thou art each tender name in one; On thee we cast our every care, And comfort seek from thee alone. 4 To thee, our Father, would we look, Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend, And on thy gracious love and truth With humble, steadfast hope depend. 596. 7s. M. H. S. Washburn. The Pastor's Funeral. 1 Father, gathered round the bier, Aid thy weeping children here; All our stricken hearts deplore Loss of him we meet no more. 2 Tender are the rites we pay, Pastor, o'er thy sleeping clay; We, who late the welcome gave, Must we bear thee to thy grave? 3 Earth, unto thy faithful trust, We commit this precious dust, There, by pain no more oppressed, Brother, thou wilt sweetly rest. 4 Glorious will that morning break, When the dead in Christ shall wake; Joy and grief our bosoms swell, Brother, pastor, guide, farewell. 597. P. M. Anonymous. Death of a Minister. 1 On Zion's holy walls Is quenched a beacon-light, In vain the watchman calls-- "Sentry! what of the night?" No answering voice is here, Say--does the soldier sleep? O yes--upon the bier, His watch no more to keep. 2 Still is that heaven-touched tongue, Pulseless the throbbing breast; That voice with music strung, Forever put to rest. To rest? A living thought, Undimmed, unquenched, he soars An essence, spirit-wrought, Of yon immortal shores. 3 Peace to thee, man of God! Thine earthly toils are o'er, The thorny path is trod, The Shepherd trod before,-- Full well he kept his word-- "I'm with thee to the end; Fear not! I am the Lord, Thy never-failing friend!" 4 We weave no dirge for thee, It should not call a tear To know that thou art free; Thy home--it was not here! Joy to thee, man of God! Thy heaven-course is begun, Unshrinking, thou has trod Death's vale,--thy race is run. 598. 8s. & 7s. M. L. H. Sigourney. The Same. 1 Pastor, thou art from us taken In the glory of thy years, As the oak, by tempests shaken, Falls ere time its verdure sears. 2 Pale and cold we see thee lying In God's temple, once so dear, And the mourner's bitter sighing Falls unheeded on thine ear. 3 All thy love and zeal, to lead us Where immortal fountains flow, And on living bread to feed us, In our fond remembrance glow. 4 May the conquering faith, that cheered thee When thy foot on Jordan pressed, Guide our spirits while we leave thee In the tomb that Jesus blessed. 599. C. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 What though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade; What though our teacher and our friend Is numbered with the dead;-- 2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness closed, And dumb th' instructive tongue? 3 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, His teaching to impart: Lord, be our Leader and our Guide, And rule and keep our heart. 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives, Who lives for evermore. 600. 7s. & 6s. M. C. Wesley. Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend. 1 Farewell, thou once a mortal, Our poor, afflicted friend; Go, pass the heavenly portal, To God, thy glorious end. 2 The Author of thy being Hath summoned thee away; And faith is lost in seeing, And night in endless day. 3 With those that went before thee, The saints of ancient days, Who shine in sacred story, Thy soul hath found its place. 4 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; That--we alone must bear; They cannot, cannot leave thee, Thy kind companions there. 5 From all thy care and sorrow Thou art escaped to-day; And we shall mount to-morrow, And soar to thee away. 601. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Christian's Death. 1 Lo! the prisoner is released, Lightened of his fleshly load; Where the weary are at rest, He is gathered unto God: Lo! the pain of life is past, And his warfare now is o'er; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more, 2 Yes! the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the crown is won, Death is swallowed up of life; Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth his spirit flies To the Lord he loved, and sings Triumphing in paradise. 3 Join we then with one accord In the new and joyful song; Absent from our glorious Lord We shall not continue long: We shall quit the house of clay, Better joys with him to share; We shall see the realms of day, We shall meet our brethren there. 602. C. M. Knowles. The Mourner Comforted. 1 O, weep not for the joys that fade Like evening lights away, For hopes that, like the stars decayed, Have left thy mortal day; The clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; For bliss awaits the holy heart, Amid the bowers of heaven. 2 O weep not for the friends that pass Into the lonely grave, As breezes sweep the withered grass Along the restless wave; For though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given; Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoin in heaven. 603. C. M. Wilson. Consolations in Bereavement. 1 The air of death breathes through our souls, The dead all round us lie; By day and night the death-bell tolls, And says, "Prepare to die!" 2 The loving ones we loved the best, Like music all are gone; And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, Their monumental stone. 3 But not when the death-prayer is said, The life of life departs: The body in the grave is laid, Its beauty in our hearts. 4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, Thy hand may soon destroy; We think of thee, and feel in death A deep and awful joy. 5 Dim is the light of vanished years In glory yet to come; O idle grief! O foolish tears! When Jesus calls us home. 604. S. M. Ch. Psalmody. The Peaceful Death of the Righteous. 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 ransomed spirits soar, On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above. 3 With us their names shall live Through long-succeeding years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give,-- Our praises and our tears. 605. L. M. 6l. Sarah F. Adams. "And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre." 1 The mourners came at break of day Unto the garden-sepulchre; With darkened hearts to weep and pray, For him, the loved one buried there. What radiant light dispels the gloom? An angel sits beside the tomb. 2 Then mourn we not beloved dead, E'en while we come to weep and pray; The happy spirit far hath fled. To brighter realms of endless day; Immortal hope dispels the gloom! An angel sits beside the tomb. SUBMISSION AND RELIANCE. 606. C. M. Anonymous. "Trust ye in the Lord." 1 When grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee, I cling, O Father, to thy throne, And stay my heart on thee. 2 When clouds of dark temptation rise, And pour their wrath on me, To thee for aid I turn my eyes, And fix my trust on thee. 3 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond in time to come, To bind my heart to thee. 4 Lord,--"Not my will but thine be done!" My soul from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at thy throne, And trust alone in thee. 607. L. M. Doddridge. Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126. 1 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, And nature pours forth all her tears. 2 But seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown: See the green blades, how thick they rise, And with fresh verdure bless our eyes! 3 In secret foldings they contain Unnumbered ears of golden grain: And heaven shall pour its beams around, Till the ripe harvest load the ground. 4 Then shall the trembling mourner come And bind his sheaves and bear them home; The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring. 608. L. M. 6l. Grant. "He is able to save unto the uttermost." 1 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies; Yet he who once vouchsafed to bear The sick'ning anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 2 When, mourning, o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while; Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 3 And oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed--for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 609. C. M. Cotton. God, the Refuge of the Afflicted. 1 Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save. 2 When darkness and when sorrows rose, And pressed on every side, The Lord hath still sustained our steps, And still hath been our Guide. 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, He will restore our peace; For he who bade the tempest roar, Can bid the tempest cease. 4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He's more to us than all the world, Our Health, our Life, our God. 610. L. M. Miss Dodd. "Thy will be done." 1 My Father, grant thy presence nigh To bear aloft my sinking soul, When sorrow o'er my pathway here In widely whelming waves doth roll. O, teach mine else unguarded heart, The clouds of gloomy doubt to shun, To bow unto thy chastening hand, And meekly say "Thy will be done." 2 Though dark to us thy ways may seem, Thy needful chastisements severe; Thou dost not willingly afflict, Nor grieve thy erring children here. O, teach my heart to lean on thee, To faith and resignation won, To see thy love in all its ways, And humbly say, "Thy will be done." 611. 7s. M. Anonymous. Holy Contentment. 1 Lord, my times are in thy hand: All my fondest hopes have planned To thy wisdom I resign, And would make thy purpose mine. 2 Thou my daily task shalt give; Day by day to thee I live: So shall added years fulfil Not my own, my Father's will. 3 Fond ambition, whisper not; Happy is my humble lot: Anxious, busy cares, away; I'm provided for to-day. 4 O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer, Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude! 612. L. M. 6l. Anonymous. Invocation of our Father's Presence. 1 O Father,--draw us after thee! So shall we run and never tire; Thy presence still our comfort be, Our hope, our joy, our sole desire; Thy Spirit grant;--for neither fear Nor sin can come, while that is here. 2 From all eternity, with love Unchangeable, thou hast us viewed; Before these beating hearts did move, Thy tender mercies us pursued: Ever with us may they abide, And close us in on every side. 3 In suffering be thy love our peace; In weakness be thy love our power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O God! in that important hour, In death as life be thou our guide, And bear us through death's whelming tide. 613. C. M. Heginbotham. Praising God in all Changes. 1 Father of mercies, God of love, My Father and my God! I'll sing the honors of thy name; And spread thy praise abroad. 2 In every period of my life, Thy thoughts of love appear; Thy mercies gild each transient scene, And crown each lengthening year. 3 In all these mercies may my soul A father's bounty see: Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows Estrange my heart from thee. 4 Then will I close my eyes in death, Free from distressing fear; For death itself is life, my God, If thou art with me there. 614. 7s. M. Cowper. Welcome, Cross. 1 'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss: Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all,-- This is happiness to me. 2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain and toil: These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil: Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. 615. L. M. Anonymous. "Thy will be done." 1 When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom Of one affection held most dear,-- While o'er the closing, silent tomb, The bleeding heart distils the tear,-- Though love its tribute sure will pay, And early streams of solace shun, Still, still the humble soul would say, In lowly dust, "Thy will be done." 2 Whate'er, O Lord, thou hast designed To bring my soul to thee in trust, If miseries or afflictions kind,-- For all thy dealings, Lord, are just,-- Take all, but grant, in goodness free, That love which ne'er thy stroke should shun; Support this heart and strengthen me To say in faith, "Thy will be done." 616. C. M. Doddridge. "My times are in thy hand." 1 To Thee, my God, my days are known; My soul enjoys the thought; My actions all before thy face, Nor are my faults forgot. 2 Each secret breath devotion vents Is vocal to thine ear; And all my walks of daily life Before thine eye appear. 3 Each golden hour of beaming light Is gilded by thy rays; And dark affliction's midnight gloom A present God surveys. 4 Full in thy view through life I pass, And in thy view I die; And when each mortal bond is broke, Shall find my God is nigh. 617. C. M. Tate & Brady. Praising God through all Changes. 1 Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all who are distressed From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all Who in his succor trust. 4 O make but trial of his love! Experience will decide How blest they are, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 618. S. M. Watts. Trusting in God. 1 From early dawning light Till evening shades arise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, With ever-longing eyes. 2 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. 3 The Lord is just and kind; The meek shall learn his ways, And every humble sinner find The blessings of his grace. 619. C. M. Cowper. Resignation and Trust. 1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand That wipes away my tears? 3 No! let me rather freely yield What most I prize, to thee; Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me. 4 But ah! my inmost spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies, Drives all these thoughts away. 620. L. M. Bowring. The Same. 1 On light-beams breaking from above, The eternal course of mercy runs; And by ten thousand cords of love Our heavenly Father guides his sons. 2 Amidst affliction's thickest host, And sorrow's darkest, mightiest band, The heavenly cord is drawn the most, And most is felt the heavenly hand. 3 Oh, be it mine to feel, to see Through earth's perplexed and varying road, The cords that link us, God, to thee, And draw us to thine own abode. 621. L. M. Norton. Trust and Submission. 1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know: But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ; Thy purposes of love fulfil; And 'mid the wreck of human joy, Let kneeling faith adore thy will. 622. C. M. Watts. Confidence in God. 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, Nor frown my soul away; God of my life, I fly to thee In each distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want, or die, My God will make my life his care, And all my need supply. 4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints And keep your courage up; He'll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope. 623. C. M. Comforts of Religion. 1 When gloomy thoughts and boding fears The trembling heart invade, And all the face of nature wears A universal shade,-- 2 Religion's dictates can assuage The tempest of the soul; And every fear shall cease to rage, At her divine control. 3 When feeble reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid, This blest supporter of the mind Affords a powerful aid. 4 O may our hearts confess her power, And find a sweet relief, To brighten every gloomy hour, And soften every grief! 624. L. M. Tate & Brady. Confidence in the Divine Care. 1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a rock, A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliverer art, my God; My trust is in thy mighty power; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tower. 3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer, To God addressed my humble moan, Who graciously inclined his ear, And heard me from his lofty throne. 4 Who, then, deserves to be adored, But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless power defend? 625. C. P. M. Cotton. Contentment and Resignation. 1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts the jewel lies; Nor need we roam abroad: The world has little to bestow; From pious hearts our joys must flow, Hearts that delight in God. 2 To be resigned, when ills betide, Patient, when favors are denied, And pleased with favors given; This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart, Whose fragrance reaches heaven. 3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, Its checkered paths of joy and woe, With holy care we'll tread: Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear, And mingle with the dead. 626. C. M. Aveling. Fear not. 1 Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, And trials whelm the mind,-- When, faint with grief, thy wearied soul No joys on earth can find,-- Then lift thy voice to God on high, Dry up the trembling tear, And hush the low complaining sigh: Fear not; thy God is near. 2 When dark temptations spread their snares And earth with charms allures, And when thy soul, oppressed with fears, The world's assault endures, Then let thy Father's friendly voice Thy fainting spirit cheer, And bid thy trembling heart rejoice: Fear not; thy God is near. 3 And when the final hour shall come, That calls thee to thy rest, To dwell within thy heavenly home, A welcome, joyful guest, Be calm; though Jordan's waves may roll, No ills shall meet thee there; Angels shall whisper to thy soul, Fear not; thy God is near. 627. C. M. Doddridge. Trust in the Presence and Help of God. 1 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fear? Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, Our God forever near? 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth, And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, When dangers round us rise? 3 On this support our souls shall lean, And banish every care; The gloomy vale of death will smile, If God be with us there. 4 While we his gracious succor prove, 'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades, through which we pass, Shall echo with his praise. 628. L. M. Beddome. Submission. 1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still! Nor let one murmuring thought arise; His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work,--the cause conceals; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confessed That what he does is ever best. 629. C. M. Burder's Coll. Rejoicing in Adversity. 1 What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply;-- 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see; Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be;-- 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love; In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove. 4 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy-- A joy which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy. 630. C. M. Anonymous. "Blessed are they that mourn." 1 In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good, Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's vicissitudes the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief, That brings me near to thee. 631. L. M. Bowring. God Merciful in Affliction. 1 Mysterious are the ways of God, And fear and blindness oft repine; We murmur 'neath his chastening rod, Because we read not his design. 2 Impending clouds his love has spread O'er this low vale where mortals dwell; And oft we mourn his spirit fled, When adverse tempests round us swell. 3 But in those storms that sometimes roll, Our mortal dwellings dark above, Whose threatening shades dismay the soul, Dwells the bright presence of his love. 4 We cannot see him--not a ray Of all his glory there appears, And oft we thread our darkened way, Trembling with anxious doubts and fears. 5 Yet faith still looks beyond the gloom, While hope's bright star illumes our night; Pilgrims of earth! though dark the tomb, It leads to scenes of bliss and light. 632. C. M. Moore. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." 1 O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee! 2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; 4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. 633. C. M. Drummond. "God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble." 1 Bereft of all, when hopeless care Would sink us to the tomb, O what can save us from despair? What dissipate the gloom? 2 No balm that earthly plants distil Can soothe the mourner's smart; No mortal hand with lenient skill Bind up the broken heart. 3 But One alone, who reigns above, Our woe to peace can turn, And light the lamp of joy and love That long has ceased to burn. 4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee, To God thy woes reveal; His eye alone thy wounds can see, His hand alone can heal. 634. L. M. Montgomery. The Same. 1 God is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our soul afraid? 2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock, They look beyond this transient world. 3 There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains, Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. 4 Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blessed, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest. 635. C. M. Anonymous. Trust amid the Severities of God. 1 Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest; they must be best, Because they are thy will. 2 Then all I want,--O do thou grant This one request of mine,-- Since to enjoy thou dost deny, Assist me to resign. RELIGIOUS EXULTATION. 636. 7s. & 6s. M. Montgomery. Confidence in God. Ps. 27. 1 God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation My Light, my Help, is near. Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me With God at my right hand? 2 Place on the Lord reliance; My soul, with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate; His might thine heart shall strengthen; His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord will give thee peace. 637. S. M. Moravian. Reliance on God. 1 Give to the winds thy fears; Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, God counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall the night Soon end in joyous day. 3 He everywhere hath rule, And all things serve his might; His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light. 4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee: O, lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! 5 Let us, in life or death, Boldly thy truth declare; And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care. 638. L. M. Doddridge. Praising God in Life and in Death. 1 God of my life! through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 But, O, when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to flesh no more; With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! 4 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo o'er the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne. 639. H. M. Doddridge. Faithfulness of God's Promise. 1 The promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spoke; Nor will the eternal King His words of grace revoke; They stand secure, And steadfast still; Not Zion's hill Abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears, And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years; But still the same, In radiant lines, The promise shines, Through all the flame. 640. C. M. Watts. Salvation. 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears, A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At death's dark door we lay; But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 641. 8s. & 7s. M. Dublin Coll. Praise from Earth and Heaven. 1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him; Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light! Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 2 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious, Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail: Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name! 642. C. M. Watts. Experience of God's Grace. 1 When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 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, And shout the blessings home. 643. C. M. Beddome. Fear not. 1 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears; Be mercy all your theme; For mercy like a river flows, In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; God will those powers restrain; His arm will all their rage repel, And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not the want of outward good; For his he will provide, Grant them supplies of daily food, And give them heaven beside. 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son. 644. C. M. Heginbotham. Rejoicing in God, our Father. 1 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love; Soon shall you join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above. 2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends; Calls us his treasure and his joy, His children and his friends. 3 My Father, God! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 4 Thanks to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all these comforts flow. 645. C. M. Watts. The Same. 1 The Lord of Glory is my Light, And my Salvation too: God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires-- Oh grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God! 3 There shall I offer my requests, 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. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. 646. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 To Thee, my God and Saviour, My soul exulting sings; Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings! I'll celebrate thy glory With all thy saints above. And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love. 2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice in supplication, My Saviour, thou shalt hear: O grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near. 3 Thy gracious love possessing In all my pilgrim road, My soul shall feel thy blessing In thy divine abode. There bowing down before thee, My every conflict o'er, My spirit shall adore thee, Forever, evermore. 647. P. M. Warren St. Coll. Triumph. 1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them, Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. 648. C. M. J. Q. Adams. Psalm 23. 1 My Shepherd is the Lord on high; His hand supplies me still; In pastures green he makes me lie, Beside the rippling rill: He cheers my soul, relieves my woes, His glory to display; The paths of righteousness he shows, And leads me in his way. 2 Though walking through death's dismal shade, No evil will I fear; Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid, For thou art ever near: For me a table thou dost spread In presence of my foes; With oil thou dost anoint my head; By thee my cup o'erflows. 3 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure Shall bless me all my days; And I, with lips sincere and pure, Will celebrate thy praise: Yes, in the temple of the Lord Forever I will dwell; To after time thy name record, And of thy glory tell. 649. 8s. & 7s. M. Bowring. The Cross of Christ. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 650. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Glorying in Christ. 1 Let not the wise their wisdom boast; The mighty glory in his might; The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. 2 The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? 3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace In Christ through endless ages mine. 651. C. M. Doddridge. The Way to the Heavenly City. 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your Father, God. 3 There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head, While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled. 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still, And let the prospect cheer your eye While laboring up the hill. 652. S. M. Doddridge. Grace first and last in Salvation. 1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God. 4 Grace taught my soul to pray, And made my eyes o'erflow; 'Twas grace that kept me to this day, And will not let me go. 5 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. THE CHURCH, AND ORDINANCES. 653. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Newton. "Glorious things spoken of Zion." 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 2 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage? Grace, which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near. Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. 654. S. M. Watts. Safety of the Church. 1 How honored is the place Where we adoring stand!-- Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land. 2 Bulwarks of grace defend The city where we dwell, While walls, of strong salvation made, Defy th' assaults of hell. 3 Lift up th' eternal gates; The doors wide open fling; Enter, ye nations that obey The statutes of your King. 4 Here taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace, You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventured on his grace. 5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints, And banish all your fears; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. 655. C. M. Anonymous. The Jewish and the Christian Zion. Ps. 48. 1 With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivalled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song, God's holy city shone. 2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer, and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands. 3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a rock, with idle rage The threatening tempest blows. 4 In vain may hostile bands alarm, For God is her defence; How weak, how powerless is each arm, Against Omnipotence! 656. S. M. Watts. Gospel Order. 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 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Survey with care thine holy ground, And mark the building well,-- 3 The order of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, And make a fair report. 4 How decent and how wise! How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorned with gold. 5 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die,-- Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. 657. S. M. Dwight. Attachment to the Church. 1 I love thy church, O God; Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 2 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 3 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 4 Father and Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand, from every snare and foe, Shall great deliverance bring. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 658. C. M. S. F. Smith. Christian Fellowship. 1 Planted in Christ, the living vine, This day with one accord, Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, We yield to thee, O Lord. 2 Joined in one body may we be: One inward life partake; One be our heart; one heavenly hope In every bosom wake. 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, One Wisdom be our guide; Taught by one Spirit from above, In thee may we abide. 4 Around this feeble, trusting band Thy sheltering pinions spread, Nor let the storms of trial beat Too fiercely on our head. 5 Then, when, among the saints in light, Our joyful spirits shine, Shall anthems of immortal praise, O Lamb of God, be thine. 659. S. M. Fawcett. Christian Fellowship. 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 From sorrow, toil, and sin, Soon shall we all be free, And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. 660. 7s. M. Montgomery. Joined to God's People. 1 People of the living God, I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found. 2 Now to you my spirit turns,-- Turns, a fugitive unblest; Brethren, where your altar burns, O, receive me into rest. 3 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. 661. L. M. Anonymous. On Receiving Members. 1 Lord, we adore thy wondrous grace, Who crown'st the gospel with success; Subjecting sinners to thy yoke, And bringing to the fold thy flock. 2 May those who have thy truth confessed As their own faith, and hope, and rest, From day to day still more increase In faith, in love, and holiness. 3 As living members, may they share The joys and griefs which others bear, And active in their stations prove In all the offices of love. 4 From all temptations now defend, And keep them steadfast to the end, While in thy house they still improve, Until they join the church above. 662. L. M. Kelly. A Welcome to Christian Fellowship. 1 Come in, thou blesséd of the Lord, O, come in Jesus' precious name; We welcome thee with one accord, And trust the Saviour does the same. 2 Those joys which earth cannot afford, We'll seek in fellowship to prove, Joined in one spirit to our Lord, Together bound by mutual love. 3 And while we pass this vale of tears, We'll make our joys and sorrows known; We'll share each other's hopes and fears, And count a brother's care our own. 4 Once more our welcome we repeat; Receive assurance of our love: O, may we all together meet Around the throne of God above! 663. C. M. Montgomery. A Welcome to Fellowship. 1 Approach thou blesséd of the Lord; Stranger nor foe art thou: We welcome thee with warm accord, Our friend, our brother, now. 2 The hand of fellowship, the heart Of love, we offer thee: Leaving the world, thou dost but part From lies and vanity. 3 The cup of blessing which we bless, The heavenly bread we break, Our Saviour's blood and righteousness,-- Freely with us partake. 664. L. M. Doddridge. On Joining the Church. 1 O, happy day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my Lord! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad! 2 O, happy bond, that seals my vows To Him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill the house, While to his altar now I move. 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Here have I found a nobler part; Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. 4 High Heaven, that hears the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear; Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. 665. C. M. Doddridge. Dedication of Children to God and Christ. 1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, With all-engaging charms; Hark! how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms! 2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, "Nor scorn their humble name; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came." 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee; Joyful that we ourselves are thine, Thine let our offspring be. 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Ye children, seek his face, And fly with transport to receive The blessings of his grace. 5 If orphans they are left behind, God's guardian care we trust; That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, If weeping o'er their dust. 666. C. M. Stennett. Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ. 1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, With transport all-divine; Thine image trace in every word, Thy love in every line. 2 With joy, I see a thousand charms Spread o'er thy lovely face; While infants in thy tender arms Receive the smiling grace. 3 "I take these little lambs," said he, "And lay them on my breast; Protection they shall find in me,-- In me be ever blest. 4 "Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve my love; Millions of infant souls compose The family above." 5 His words, ye happy parents, hear, And shout, with joys divine, "Dear Saviour! all we have and are Shall be forever thine." 667. L. M. W. Boston Coll. Dedication of Children. 1 This child we dedicate to thee, O God of grace and purity; Shield it from sin and threatening wrong, And let thy love its life prolong. 2 O, may thy Spirit gently draw Its willing soul to keep thy law; May virtue, piety and truth Dawn even with its dawning youth. 3 Grant that, with true and faithful heart, We too may act the Christian's part, Cheered by each promise thou hast given, And laboring for the prize in heaven. 668. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. Children commended to Christ. 1 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding With the shepherd'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. 3 Never, from thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them all life's dangerous way. 4 Then within thy fold eternal Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace. 669. S. M. Doddridge. Christ calling Children to Himself. 1 The Saviour gently calls Our children to his breast; He folds them in his gracious arms; Himself declares them blest. 2 "Let them approach," he cries, "Nor scorn their humble claim; The heirs of heaven are such as these,-- For such as these I came." 3 Gladly we bring them, Lord, Devoting them to thee: Imploring, that, as we are thine, Thine may our offspring be. 670. 7s. M. Bowring. Infant Baptism. 1 Drop the limpid waters now On the infant's sinless brow; Dedicate the unfolding gem Unto Him, who blessed the stem. 2 Let our aspirations be Innocent as infancy; Pure the prayers that force their way, As the child for whom we pray. 3 In the Christian garden we Plant another Christian tree; Be its blossoms and its fruit Worthy of the Christian root. 4 To that garden now we bring Waters from the living spring; Bless the tree, the waters bless, Holy One! with holiness. 5 When life's harvests all are past, Oh, transplant the tree at last, To the fields where flower and tree Blossom through eternity. 671. C. M. Doddridge. Hymn for Baptism. 1 Baptized into our Saviour's death, Our souls to sin must die; With Christ our Lord we live anew, With Christ ascend on high. 2 There, by his Father's side he sits, Enthroned divinely fair, Yet owns himself our Brother still, And our Forerunner there. 3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise On wings of faith and love; Above our choicest treasure lies,-- And be our hearts above. 4 But earth and sin will draw us down, When we attempt to fly; Lord, send thy strong, attractive power To fix our souls on high. 672. S. M. L. H. Sigourney. Baptism. 1 Saviour, thy law we love, Thy pure example bless, And with a firm, unwavering zeal, Would in thy footsteps press. 2 Not to the fiery pains By which the martyrs bled; Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross, Our favored feet are led;-- 3 But, at this peaceful tide, Assembled in thy fear, The homage of obedient hearts We humbly offer here. 673. C. M. Jas. Newton. After Baptism. 1 Let plenteous grace descend on those, Who, hoping in thy word, This day have solemnly declared That Jesus is their Lord. 2 With cheerful feet may they advance, And run the Christian race, And, through the troubles of the way, Find all-sufficient grace. 3 Lord, plant us all into thy death, That we thy life may prove,-- Partakers of thy cross beneath, And of thy crown above. 674. L. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 'Tis done; the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine: He drew me, and I followed on, Rejoiced to own the call divine. 2 Now rest, my long divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest: Here have I found a nobler part; Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. 3 High heaven, that hears the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. 675. C. M. Pratt's Coll. Before Communion. 1 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross, Who all our griefs hast borne; To look on thee, whom we have pierced,-- To look on thee, and mourn. 2 While thus we mourn we would rejoice; And, as thy cross we see, Let each exclaim in faith and hope, "The Saviour died for me!" 676. C. M. E. Taylor. Proper Dispositions for the Communion. 1 O here, if ever, God of love! Let strife and hatred cease; And every thought harmonious move, And every heart be peace. 2 Not here, where met to think on him, Whose latest thoughts were ours, Shall mortal passions come to dim The prayer devotion pours. 3 No, gracious Master, not in vain Thy life of love hath been; The peace thou gav'st may yet remain, Though thou no more art seen. 4 "Thy kingdom come;" we watch, we wait, To hear thy cheering call; When heaven shall ope its glorious gate. And God be all in all. 677. L. M. Watts. Institution of the Lord's Supper. 1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, When all the powers of darkness rose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed him to his foes: 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and blessed, and brake: What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 "This is my body broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food:" Then took the cup and blessed the wine,-- "'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 4 "Do this," he said, "till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 5 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate; We show thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. 678. L. M. Dublin Coll. "This do in remembrance of me." 1 "Eat, drink, in memory of your Friend!" Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endured, That we might live forever blest. 2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love the noblest praise Our hearts can offer thee transcends. 3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give Thy goodness through these veils to see, Thy table food celestial yields, And happy they who sit with thee. 679. 7s. M. Bowring. A Communion Hymn. 1 Not with terror do we meet At the board by Jesus spread; Not in mystery drink and eat Of the Saviour's wine and bread. 2 'Tis his memory we record, 'Tis his virtues we proclaim; Grateful to our honored Lord, Here we bless his sacred name. 3 Yes, we will remember thee, Friend and Saviour; and thy feast Of all services shall be Holiest and welcomest. 680. 10s. M. Beard's Coll. "And all that believed were together." Acts 4:44. 1 Restore, O Father! to our times restore The peace which filled thine infant church of yore; Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quenched the new-born charities of life. 2 O never more may differing judgments part From kindly sympathy a brother's heart; But linked in one, believing thousands kneel, And share with each the sacred joy they feel. 3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray, Let concord spread one universal day; And faith, by love lead all mankind to thee, Parent of peace, and fount of harmony! 681. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll. Spiritual Nourishment. 1 Bread of heaven! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread! 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died; Lord of Life! oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee! 682. S. M. Furness. A Communion Hymn. 1 Here, in the broken bread, Here, in the cup we take, His body and his blood behold, Who suffered for our sake. 2 O Thou, who didst allow Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done Than thou hast done for us? 3 We are persuaded now That nothing can divide Thy children from thy boundless love, Displayed in him who died;-- 4 Who died to make us sure Of mercy, truth and peace, And from the power and pains of sin To bring a full release. 683. C. M. Dale. Christ Blessing the Bread. 1 Behold, amid his little flock, The Saviour stands serene, Unawed by suffering yet to be, Unchanged by what hath been. 2 Still beams the light of love undimmed In that benignant eye, Nor, save his own prophetic word, Aught speaks him soon to die. 3 He pours within the votive cup The rich blood of the vine, And "Drink ye all the hallowed draught," He cries, "This blood is mine." 4 He breaks the bread; then clasps his hands, And lifts his eyes in prayer, Receive ye this and view by faith My body symbolled there. 684. C. M. Anonymous. Christ's Law of Love. 1 Ye followers of the Prince of peace, Who round his table draw! Remember what his spirit was, What his peculiar law. 2 The love which all his bosom filled Did all his actions guide; Inspired by love, he lived and taught; Inspired by love, he died. 3 And do you love him? do you feel Your warm affection move? This is the proof which he demands,-- That you each other love. 685. S. M. Paradise St. Coll. The Saviour Commemorated. 1 Jesus, the Friend of man. Invites us to his board: The welcome summons we obey, And own our gracious Lord. 2 Here we survey that love Which spoke in every breath, Which crowned each action of his life, And triumphed in his death. 3 Then let our powers unite, His sacred name to raise; Let grateful joy fill every mind, And every voice be praise. 4 And while we share the gifts Which from his gospel flow, O, may our hearts to all mankind With warm affection glow. 686. S. M. Doddridge. Communion with God and Christ. 1 Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both my friendship shall be sweet, And my communion dear. 2 God pities all my griefs; He pardons every day; Almighty to protect my soul, And wise to guide my way. 3 Jesus, my living Head, I bless thy faithful care; My Advocate before the throne, And my Forerunner there. 4 Here fix my roving heart; Here wait my warmest love, Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above. 687. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Eucharist. 1 As in solemn congregation We attend upon thy house, For the sweet commemoration And renewal of our vows; Let thy favor, with us resting, Consecrate the bread and wine; May we, of thy goodness tasting, All be filled with love divine! 2 Jesus gave the sacred token Of his passion, wine and bread, Symbols of his body broken, And his blood for sinners shed. To the rite we come, confessing Free redemption, grace unbought; His be every name of blessing, For his love, surpassing thought! 3 May thy counsels, King of glory! Grateful awe and rapture move, As we meditate the story Of the Saviour's dying love; Hear us, Lord, of thee entreating Strength to walk in Jesus' ways! God of light, shine on our meeting! God of grace, accept our praise! 688. C. M. Doddridge. Room at the Lord's Table. 1 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 2 Yet is his house and heart so large That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. 3 All things are ready; come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Founder's name. 689. S. M. Furnesy. A Communion Hymn. 1 O, for a prophet's fire, O, for an angel's tongue, To speak the mighty love of Him Who on the cross was hung. 2 In vain our hearts attempt, In language meet, to tell How through a thousand sorrows burned That flame unquenchable. 3 Yet would we praise that love, Beyond expression dear: Come, gather round this table, then, And celebrate it here. 690. C. M. Montgomery. "This do in remembrance of me." 1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy body broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee. 3 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee. 4 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee. 691. C. M. Noel. "We love him because he first loved us." 1 If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel that friends are nigh; 2 O, shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him who died, our fears to quell, And save from death and woe? 3 While yet in anguish he surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love his latest words displayed; "Meet, and remember me." 4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share! O, memory, leave no other name But his, recorded there. 692. S. M. Watts. "Whosoever will, let him come!" 1 Jesus invites his friends To meet around his board, And join in blest communion here With him their gracious Lord. 2 For us he gave his life; For us he gave his blood; To save from sin our thankless race, And bring them back to God. 3 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one; We the young children of his grace, And he the elder Son. 4 Let all our souls unite A grateful song to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise. 693. L. M. Watts. A View of the Cross. 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 Lord; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 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 crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 694. C. M. Lutheran Coll. Close of Communion Service. 1 Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. 2 We long to see thy churches full, That all thy faithful race May with one voice, and heart, and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace. 695. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 From the table now retiring, Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding, Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding, May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in his way,-- Joy attend us in believing! Peace from God, through endless day! DEDICATIONS; ORDINATIONS; INSTALLATIONS. 696. L. M. Montgomery. On Laying the Corner-stone of a Church. 1 This stone to thee in faith we lay,-- We build the temple, Lord, to thee, Thine eye be open night and day, To guard this house from error free. 2 Here, when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou, in heaven thy dwelling-place, And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive. 3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blesséd gospel of thy Son, Still by the power of his great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 When children's voices raise the song, Hosanna! to their Heavenly King, Let heaven with earth the strain prolong; Hosanna! let the angels sing. 5 Thy glory never hence depart; Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart; In every bosom fix thy throne. 697. L. M. Willis. Dedication Hymn. 1 The perfect world by Adam trod, Was the first temple,--built by God; His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one. 2 He hung its starry roof on high,-- The broad, illimitable sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood,-- The sea, the sky,--and "all was good;" And when its first pure praises rang, The "morning stars together sang." 4 Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth and sky a house for thee; But in thy sight our offering stands, A humbler temple, "made with hands." 698. L. M. Pierpont. The Same. 1 O, bow thine ear, Eternal One! On thee our heart adoring calls; To thee the followers of thy Son Have raised and now devote these walls. 2 Here let thy holy days be kept; And be this place to worship given, Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, The house of God, the gate of heaven. 3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here, As incense, let thy children's prayer, From contrite hearts and lips sincere, Rise on the still and holy air. 4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung; Here let thy truth beam forth to save, As when, of old, thy spirit hung, On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave. 5 And when the lips, that with thy name Are vocal now, to dust shall turn, On others may devotion's flame Be kindled here, and purely burn! 699. 7s. M. E. H. Chapin. The Same. 1 Father, lo! we consecrate Unto thee this house and shrine, Oh! may Jesus visit here, As he did in Palestine. Here may blind eyes see his light, Deaf ears hear his accents sweet, And we, like those groups of old, Sit and linger at his feet. 2 And to learn of faith and love, Strong in sorrow, pain and loss, May we come and find them here, In the garden, on the cross. Like the spices that enfold Him we love in rich perfume, May our thoughts embalm him here, While he slumbers in the tomb. 3 When we watch by shrouded hopes, Weeping at death's marble door, May the angels meet us here-- Lo! your Christ has gone before! And while we stand "looking up," In our faith and wonder lost, Here send down thy Spirit's power, Like the tongues of Pentecost. 700. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith. God's Temple in the Heart. 1 Who shall a temple build for him, Who fills the heaven of heavens alone? Who shall exalt his glorious name, Fixed in his everlasting throne? 2 Yet many a lowly fane shall rise, Which God himself will not disdain: He will accept the sacrifice; Nor shall the offering e'er be vain. 3 No gorgeous dome, nor boastful vow, Can e'er find favor in his sight: The humble votary, meek and low,-- The holy soul, are his delight. 4 On these his grace and mercy rest, Nor from their shrines will he depart: His temple is the righteous breast; His altar is the pious heart. 701. H. M. O. A. Skinner. Dedication Hymn. 1 Thou Fount of love and grace, Whose throne is fixed on high, Unveil thy smiling face, And to our souls draw nigh; And let our prayers and praise arise, Like grateful incense to the skies. 2 This house to thee we give-- Thine may it ever be-- Here bid the sinner live, Here set the captive free, Here let thy word its beams display And safely guide to endless day. 3 Here may the stricken heart By truth be cheered and blessed, And here thy grace impart, To all by grief oppressed-- And streams of peace and plenty flow, To all who seek thy joy to know. 4 Long may these walls resound With thy salvation, Lord, And grace to all abound, Who hear thy holy word-- And youth and age their offerings raise. In songs of ardent, cheerful praise. 702. L. M. J. G. Adams. Dedication of a Country Church. 1 On this fair spot where nature pays From hill, and vale, and flower, and tree, In morning beams, in evening rays, Its homage, God of all, to thee;-- 2 Thy children meet to dedicate This temple to thy gracious name; Our hearts and songs to elevate,-- Thy grace and glory to proclaim. 3 Descend--and with thy spirit bless The offering; may it ever be Sacred to truth and righteousness, From error's dread dominion free. 4 Here let the standard of thy word Be raised and held by gospel hands; Hither bring hearts with one accord, To learn and do thy great commands. 5 And when we leave these courts below, To join the hosts in praise above, May others here rejoice to know Thy boundless, everlasting love. 703. C. M. Bryant. Dedication Hymn. 1 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship thee. 2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth, without end, Serenely by thy side. 3 May erring minds that worship here Be taught the better way, And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray! 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies! 704. L. M. Watts. A House for God. 1 Where shall we go to seek and find A 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. 3 Here will he meet the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread; Here sinners, waiting at his door, With sweet provision shall be fed. 4 "Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign forever," saith the Lord; "Here shall my power and love be known, And blessings shall attend my word." 705. H. M. Francis. Prayer for God's Presence and Blessing. 1 Great King of glory, come, And with thy favor crown This temple as thy home, 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 Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend, Like incense to the skies: Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. 3 Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise, And shine, like polished stones, Through long-succeeding days: Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore. 4 Here may the listening throng Imbibe thy truth and love; Here Christians join the song Of seraphim above; Till all, who humbly seek thy face, Rejoice in thy abounding grace. 706. L. M. E. H. Chapin. The Same. 1 Our Father God! not face to face May mortal sense commune with thee, Nor lift the curtains of that place Where dwells thy secret Majesty. Yet whereso'er our spirits bend In rev'rent faith and humble prayer, Thy promised blessing will descend, And we shall find thy spirit there. 2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet, An open gateway into heaven; Here may we sit at Jesus' feet, And feel our deepest sins forgiven. Here may desponding care look up; And sorrow lay its burden down, Or learn, of him, to drink the cup, To bear the cross, and win the crown. 3 Here may the sick and wandering soul, To truth still blind, to sin a slave, Find better than Bethesda's pool, Or than Siloam's healing wave. And may we learn, while here apart From the world's passion and its strife That thy true shrine's a loving heart, And thy best praise a holy life! 707. L. M. Pierpont. Ordination Hymn. 1 O Thou, who art above all height! Our God, our Father, and our Friend! Beneath thy throne of love and light, Let thine adoring children bend. 2 We kneel in praise, that here is set A vine that by thy culture grew; We kneel in prayer, that thou wouldst wet Its opening leaves with heavenly dew. 3 Since thy young servant now hath given Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth To the great cause of truth and heaven, Be thou his guide, O God of truth! 4 Here may his doctrines drop like rain, His speech like Hermon's dew distil, Till green fields smile, and golden grain, Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will. 5 And when he sinks in death,--by care, Or pain, or toil, or years oppressed,-- O God! remember then our prayer, And take his spirit to thy rest. 708. 8s. & 6s. M. S. F. Smith. Benefits of the Ministry. 1 Blest is the hour when cares depart, And earthly scenes are far,-- When tears of woe forget to start, And gently dawns upon the heart Devotion's holy star. 2 Blest is the place where angels bend To hear our worship rise, Where kindred thoughts their musings blend, And all the soul's affections tend Beyond the veiling skies. 3 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind Man to his work of love,-- Bind him to cheer the humble mind, Console the weeping, lead the blind, And guide to joys above. 4 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, Spirit divine to thee, When they whose work is finished well, In thy own courts of rest shall dwell, Blest through eternity. 709. L. M. H. Ware, Jr. Ordination or Installation. 1 O Thou, who on thy chosen Son Didst send thy Spirit like a dove, To mark the long expected one, And seal the messenger of love; 2 And when the heralds of his name Went forth his glorious truth to spread, Didst send it down in tongues of flame To hallow each devoted head; 3 So, Lord, thy servant now inspire With holy unction from above; Give him the tongue of living fire, Give him the temper of the dove. 4 Lord, hear thy suppliant church to-day; Accept our work, our souls possess, 'Tis ours to labor, watch, and pray; Be thine to cheer, sustain, and bless. 710. C. M. E. H. Chapin. Ordination Hymn. 1 O Thou, who didst ordain the Word, And its strong heralds send, We draw the holy veil of prayer, And in thy presence bend. To this young warrior of the cross, Who takes his station here, Be thou a teacher and a guide, And be thy Spirit near. 2 A pure disciple, let him tread The ways his Master trod-- Giving the weary spirits rest, Leading the lost to God-- Stooping to lend the sufferer aid, Crushed sorrow's wail to hear, To bind the widow's broken heart, And dry the orphan's tear. 3 For war with error, make him strong, And sin, the soul's dark foe-- But let him humbly seek for truth, Where'er its waters flow. And when, O Father, at the grave He lays his armor down, Give him the victor's glistening robe, The palm-wreath and the crown. 711. L. M. Montgomery. A Pastor Welcomed. 1 We bid thee welcome in the name Of Jesus, our exalted Head: Come as a servant; so he came; And we receive thee in his stead. 2 Come as an angel, hence to guide A band of pilgrims on their way; That, safely walking at thy side, We never fail, nor faint, nor stray. 3 Come as a teacher sent from God, Charged his whole counsel to declare; Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 4 Come as a messenger of peace, Filled with the Spirit, fired with love; Live to behold our large increase, And die to meet us all above. 712. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. Charge to a Pastor. 1 Herald of the Lord's salvation, Watchful in thy station stand; Heed the heavenly proclamation, Heed the Master's great command. Mark old error's gathering forces Compassing our Zion round; Know in truth thine own resources, Give the trumpet's certain sound! 2 Christ proclaim in the new station, Herald, now assigned to thee; That the waiting congregation God's salvation here may see. Christ proclaim--no line abating Of the counsel of the Lord; From no promise deviating; From no precept; "preach the word." 3 Then, God's blessing resting o'er thee, And his truth, by night, by day, Cloud and pillar bright before thee, Shall make glad thy gospel way; Till thy work well done, the greeting Of the Master will be given; Till we rise to that one meeting-- Pastor--people--all--in heaven! 713. 7s. M. E. Peabody. Ordination or Installation. 1 Lift aloud the voice of praise! God, our Father and our Friend, Hear the prayer and song we raise, Weak, yet trusting, we would bend. 2 Lo! another servant brought To the heritage of God;-- May he teach as Christ hath taught, Tread the path his Saviour trod. 3 To the vineyard may he come Girded with celestial might; Skilled to draw thy children home, Taught to give the darkened light. 4 Unto thee, a people bend,-- Bind us heart to heart in love; Flock and pastor, we would tend Ever toward our home above. 714. H. M. Mrs. Case. The Same. 1 Lord! on thy Zion's wall A faithful watchman stands, And hears the solemn call Of anxious, waiting bands, Who seek along the waning night For heralds of thy coming light. 2 Oh, may he never sleep Upon his weary post, Nor shrink, though round him sweep The storm's embattled host; But, whatsoe'er the night may be, Stand firm in duty and in thee! 3 And let his visioned eye Rest on the truth sublime, That sin and woe shall fly Before advancing time, Till in thine own eternal day The latest tear hath passed away. 4 And when his watch is done, Oh, let unclouded light, From heaven's all glorious sun Gleam on his closing sight:-- That all who see his death, shall know His spirit walked with thee below. 715. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 Sovereign of worlds above! From thy blest throne of love, To us appear; Help, as we raise to thee, Prayers of humility, Praises of spirits free; And wilt thou hear. 2 Be thy rich blessing shed On thy young servant's head, In this bright hour, Who at thine altar stands, With trusting heart and hands, Waiting thy true commands,-- Seeking thy power. 3 Grant him thy wisdom, Lord, And with thy mighty word Armed may he be; Faithful in teaching here, Moved by thy holy fear,-- May his great charge be dear, Father, to thee. 4 And when, his toilings ceased, To heaven, from earth released, Thou bid him come; Then, where no sin-cloud lowers, Be his glad theme and ours, Love's high redeeming powers, Man's endless home! 716. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. L. C. Browne. The Same. 1 As the evening shadows gather O'er us, from thy holy hill May thy blessing, righteous Father, Like the evening dew distil; And thy presence Every heart with rapture fill! 2 While in summer's warmth and beauty, We our brother set apart To the pastor's solemn duty, May thy spirit warm his heart; Without measure, Wisdom, strength and love impart. 3 To perform the sacred function As thy servant we ordain, Father, may the holy unction Fall on him, like summer rain! Make him fertile, Bearing fruit like golden grain. 4 In the path of duty guide him, Firm in virtue may he stand; And from storm and peril, hide him In the hollow of thy hand; Keep his footsteps Till he tread the better land. 5 When at last his toils are over, Summer ended, autumn near, May he and his flock, like clover Ripened for the scythe, appear; And when falling, Guardian angels linger near. 717. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. E. H. Chapin. The Same. 1 Father! at this altar bending, Set our hearts from world-thoughts free; Prayer and praise their incense blending, May our rites accepted be: Father, hear us, Gently draw our souls to thee. 2 Deign to smile upon this union Of a pastor and a flock; Sweet and blest be their communion: May he sacred truths unlock-- And this people Plant their feet on Christ the Rock. 3 Be his life a living sermon, Be his thoughts one ceaseless prayer: Like the dews that fell on Hermon, Making green the foliage there, May his teachings Drop on souls beneath his care. 4 Here may Sin repent its straying, Here may Grief forget to weep, Here may Hope its light displaying, And blest Faith, their vigils keep, And the dying Pass from hence in Christ to sleep. 5 When _his_ heart shall cease its motion, All its toils and conflicts o'er; When _they_ for an unseen ocean, One by one, shall leave the shore; Pastor, people, there--in heaven, May they meet to part no more. 718. C. M. H. Bacon. The Same. 1 Not for the prophet tongue of fire, Nor voice of trumpet tone, We lift our prayer, Immortal Sire, For him before thy throne. 2 We ask for wisdom's gifts and grace, The heart alive to love, The earnest zeal to save our race, All selfish aims above. 3 Lord, bless him now! By holy rite, We consecrate to thee! Make to his eye the chief delight Christ's prospering work to see. 4 Bold let him be for truth and man, For God and righteousness! Free let him speak the gospel plan, And the whole truth confess. 5 Be cloud and fire about his way, Till Canaan's land is trod! Then o'er his grave thy church shall say, He led us to our God! ASSOCIATIONS, CONVENTIONS, AND MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 719. C. M. Doddridge. For a Meeting of Ministers. 1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, And take the alarm they give: Now let them, from the mouth of God, Their solemn charge receive. 2 'Tis not a cause of small import The pastor's care demands; But what might fill an angel's heart, And filled a Saviour's hands. 3 May they, that Jesus whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see; And watch thou daily o'er their souls, That they may watch for thee. 720. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. Burden and Conflict of the Ministry. 1 Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee,--press thou on! 2 By the thorn-wood, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother! Jesus trod it,--press thou on! 3 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver O, for their sake, press thou on! 4 Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, O, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. 5 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather, That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus,--"Father, Not my will, but thine, be done!" 721. L. M. A. Balfour. Ministers Charged and Encouraged. 1 Go, messengers of peace and love, To people plunged in shades of night; Like angels sent from fields above, Be yours to shed celestial light. 2 Go to the hungry,--food impart; To paths of peace the wanderer guide; And lead the thirsty panting heart Where streams of living water glide. 3 O faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand; Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in his presence stand. 4 Thy love a rich reward shall find From him who sits enthroned on high; For they who turn the erring mind Shall shine like stars above the sky. 722. S. M. Wesleyan. Call to Labor in God's Vineyard. 1 The vineyard of the Lord Before his laborers lies; And, lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. 2 O let us then proceed In God's great work below, And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go. 3 And let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end. 4 What honor to behold, In that sublime abode, The patriarchs and prophets old, And all the men of God! 5 Then spend our days beneath, Toiling in cheerful hope; And fearless pass the vale of death, And gain the mountain top. 723. L. M. Episcopal Coll. For Laborers in God's Harvest. 1 O Spirit of the living God, In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our degenerate race! 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word; Give power 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 wrath. 4 Convert the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call him Lord. 724. 7s. M. Byrant. A Blessing invoked on Christian Teachers. 1 Mighty One, before whose face, Wisdom had her glorious seat, When the orbs that people space Sprang to birth beneath thy feet; 2 Source of truth, whose rays alone Light the mighty world of mind; God of love, who from thy throne Kindly watchest all mankind; 3 Shed on those, who in thy name Teach the way of truth and right, Shed that love's undying flame, Shed that wisdom's guiding light. 725. L. M. H. Ballou. At an Annual Convention. 1 Dear Lord, behold thy servants, here, From various parts together meet, To tell their labors through the year, And lay the harvest at thy feet. 2 The reapers cry, "Thy fields are white, All ready to be gathered in, And harvests wave in changing light, Far as the eye can trace the scene." 3 Lord, bless us while we here remain; With holy love our bosoms fill; O may thy doctrine drop like rain, And like the silent dew distil. 4 While we attend thy churches' care O grant us wisdom from above; With prudent thought and humble prayer, May we fulfil the works of love. 726. L. M. Hymns of Zion. The Same. 1 Brethren, beloved for Jesus' sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which he alone can give. 2 May he by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communion pure and sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When thus we meet, to pray and praise; We but desire to speak of him, And of his holy word and ways. 4 Thus as the moments pass away, We'll love, and wonder and adore; Then hasten on, the glorious day, When we shall meet to part no more. 727. C. M. Hymns of Zion. The Same. 1 Joined in a union firm and strong, No foe our ranks can break; To victory we press along, And glorious warfare make. Our fervent prayers shall still prevail Against a host of sins; And angels every Christian hail Whose love a conquest wins. 2 Then let our ranks, more closely joined, With shield and buckler stand; A kingdom we at last shall find, The promised spirit-land. Let all with harmony of voice, In lofty praises join; Let every soul in Christ rejoice, With rapture all divine. 3 The kindling flame begins to glow, Each heart grows warm with love; And we enjoy on earth below, The bliss of heaven above! O thus forever may we feel, And evermore display Devotion's pure and holy zeal, In Zion's chosen way. 728. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 Our Father--ever living! Once more thy children come, In joy and true thanksgiving, To this their gospel home. United--from dissension Kept by thy goodness free-- Again in glad Convention Our vows we pay to thee. 2 The Past! Its ways are beaming With thy sure mercies, Lord-- Thy truth and grace redeeming, Sent o'er the earth abroad, The hoary shrines of error Have cast aside; and free From darkness, doubt, and terror Its children come to thee. 3 The Present! Loudly sounding, Its cheering tones are heard; Be our full hearts abounding In its strong Hope and Word! Be strength and wisdom, Father! Bestowing what we need, Truth's harvest-sheaves to gather-- Christ's kingdom here to speed. 4 The Future! Indications Of mightier works are there:-- Truth's promised revelations; Thine arm of power made bare; From sin's dread reign exemption: Man's life in Christ, divine; The erring world's redemption; The glory, Father, thine! 729. C. M. Mrs. Sawyer. The Same. 1 We gather in the name of God, And, bowing down the head, We stretch our waiting hands abroad, And humbly ask for aid: For aid, when o'er the spirit's day, Thick clouds of darkness rest, That we may chase the gloom away, And light the darkened breast. 2 For strength to lead the poor, the weak Who tread the vale of years,-- For pity's hand to dry the cheek Where sorrow sits in tears; For hope, the beautiful and bright, That whispers, "Ne'er despond!" For faith, that through the darkest night Still sees a star beyond. 3 Bold heralds of the cross, O God, Undaunted send us forth; Salvation be our rallying word,-- Our field, the boundless earth; Love on our lips, and in our soul, Our labors never done; O Sovereign Helper! till the goal By all at last be won. 730. 7s. M. H. K. White. Closing Hymn at an Association. 1 Christians! brethren! ere we part, Every voice and every heart Join, and to our Father raise One last hymn of grateful praise. 2 Though we here should meet no more, Yet there is a brighter shore; There, released from toil and pain, There we all may meet again. 3 Now to him who reigns in heaven Be eternal glory given; Grateful for thy love divine, O may all our hearts be thine! 731. C. M. Sutton. The Same. 1 Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds Our glowing hearts in one; Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds To sing what God hath done. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which gospel grace hath given; The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 2 From eastern shores, from northern lands, From western hill and plain, From southern climes, the brother-bands May hope to meet again; It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which love divine hath given: The hope, when life and time are o'er, We all shall meet in heaven. 3 No hope deferred, no parting sigh, That blessed meeting knows; There friendship beams from every eye, And hope immortal grows. It is the hope, the precious hope, Which boundless grace hath given: The hope, when time shall be no more, We all shall meet in heaven. 732. C. M. W. Ward. Prayer for the Success of the Gospel. 1 Great God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine; And in thy works, by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine. 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind, Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasured in thy mind. 3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Till every tribe and every soul Shall hear the joyful sound? 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the gospel's rays, And build on sin's demolished throne The temples of thy praise. 733. 7s. & 6s. M. Heber. Missionary Hymn. 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; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; 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? Salvation! O, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name. 734. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll. The Same. 1 Go! ye messengers of God, Like the beams of morning, fly; Take the wonder-working rod, Wave the Banner-Cross on high! Where th' lofty minaret Gleams along the morning skies, Wave it till the crescent set, And the "Star of Jacob" rise. 2 Go! to many a tropic isle, In the bosom of the deep; Where the skies forever smile, And th' oppressed forever weep! O'er the negro's night of care Pour the living light of heaven; Chase away the fiend despair, Bid him hope to be forgiven! 3 When the golden gates of day Open on the palmy east, Wide the bleeding cross display, Spread the gospel's richest feast: Circumnavigate the ball, Visit every soil and sea; Preach the Cross of Christ to all-- Jesus' love is full and free! 735. C. M. S. W. Livermore. The Western Churches. 1 Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far,-- O God of truth and love, Light thou their path with thine own star, Bright beaming from above. 2 Wide as their mighty rivers flow, Let thine own truth extend; Where prairies spread and forests grow, O Lord, thy gospel send. 3 Then will a mighty nation own A union firm and strong;-- The sceptre of th' eternal throne Shall rule its councils long. 736. C. P. M. Episcopal Coll. On Western Missions. 1 When, Lord, to this our western land, Led by thy providential hand, Our wandering fathers came, Their ancient homes, their friends in youth Sent forth the heralds of thy truth, To keep them in thy name. 2 Then, through our solitary coast, The desert features soon were lost; Thy temples there arose; Our shores, as culture made them fair, Were hallowed by thy rites, by prayer, And blossomed as the rose. 3 And O, may we repay this debt To regions solitary yet Within our spreading land! There brethren, from our common home, Still westward, like our fathers, roam, Still guided by thy hand. 4 Father, we own this debt of love; O, shed thy Spirit from above, To move each Christian breast, Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim, And temples rise, to fix thy name, Through all our boundless West! 737. L. M. Winchell's Sel. Missionaries Encouraged. 1 Ye Christian heralds,--go, proclaim Salvation in Immanuel's name: To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the rose of Sharon there. 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And calm the savage breast to peace. 3 And when our labors all are o'er, Then shall we meet to part no more,-- Meet, with the ransomed throng to fail, And crown the Saviour Lord of all. EARLY RELIGIOUS CULTURE. 738. 7s. M. Campbell's Coll. Prayer for Children. 1 God of mercy, hear our prayer For the children thou hast given; Let them all thy blessings share-- Grace on earth and bliss in heaven. 2 In the morning of their days May their hearts be drawn to thee; Let them learn to lisp thy praise In their earliest infancy. 3 When we see their passions rise, Sinful habits unsubdued, Then to thee we lift our eyes, That their hearts may be renewed. 4 For this mercy, Lord, we cry; Bend thine ever-gracious ear; While on thee our souls rely, Hear our prayer--in mercy hear. 739. C. M. Bp. Heber. Early Religion. 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose! 2 Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God! 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage! 5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death; To keep us still thine own! 740. 7s. & 6s. M. S. F. Smith. "Remember thy Creator." 1 "Remember thy Creator" While youth's fair spring is bright, Before thy cares are greater, Before comes age's night; While yet the sun shines o'er thee, While stars the darkness cheer, While life is all before thee, Thy great Creator fear. 741. C. M. Watts. Early Piety. 1 When children give their hearts to God, 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. 2 It saves us from a thousand snares To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtues strong. 3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee May we our hearts resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see, That our whole lives were thine. 742. C. M. Gibbons. The Same. 1 In the soft season of thy youth, In Nature's smiling bloom, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait Its summons to the tomb; 2 Remember thy Creator, God; For him thy powers employ; Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, Thy confidence, thy joy. 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore Of blessed eternity. 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth: The earth affords no lovelier sight Than a religious youth. 743. L. M. Landon. Permanence of Early Religious Impressions. 1 While yet the youthful spirit bears The image of its God within, And uneffaced that beauty wears So soon to be destroyed by sin;-- 2 Then is the time for faith and love To take in charge their precious care, Teach the young eye to look above, Teach the young knee to bend in prayer. 3 The world will come with care and crime, And tempt too many a heart astray; Still the seed sown in early time Will not be wholly cast away. 4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, Within the darkened soul will rise, When age's weary eye is dim, And the grave's shadow round us lies. 5 Lord, grant our hearts be so inclined, Thy work to seek, thy will to do; And while we teach the youthful mind, Our own be taught thy lessons too. 744. C. M. Watts. Importance of the Bible to the Young. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives, from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 'Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day, And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 3 Thy precepts make us truly wise; We hate the sinner's road: We hate our own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, O God! 4 Thy word is everlasting truth: How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. 745. S. M. Anonymous. Youth and the Spring-time. 1 Sweet is the time of spring, When nature's charms appear; The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing, And hail the opening year: But sweeter far the spring Of wisdom and of grace, When children bless and praise their King, Who loves the youthful race. 2 Sweet is the dawn of day, When light just streaks the sky; When shades and darkness pass away, And morning's beams are nigh: But sweeter far the dawn Of piety in youth; When doubt and darkness are withdrawn, Before the light of truth. 3 Sweet is the early dew, Which gilds the mountain tops, And decks each plant and flower we view, With pearly, glittering drops; But sweeter far the scene On Zion's holy hill, When there the dew of youth is seen Its freshness to distil. 746. C. M. Episcopal Coll. "Remember thy Creator." 1 In the glad morn of life, when youth With generous ardor glows, And shines in all the fairest charms That beauty can disclose; 2 Deep on thy soul,--before its powers Are yet by vice enslaved,-- Be thy Creator's lofty name And character engraved. 3 For soon the shades of grief may cloud The sunshine of thy days; And cares and toils, an endless round, Encompass all thy ways. 4 True wisdom, early sought and gained, In age will give thee rest; O then, improve the morn of life, To make its evening blest! 747. 8s. & 7s. M. R. Streeter. Children's Prayer. 1 God of mercy and of wisdom, Hear thy children's lisping cry; Let thy presence, Lord, be with them, Teaching lessons from on high. 2 Here, beneath thy wing, we seat us, Up to heaven for wisdom look; Lord, in mercy deign to meet us,-- Meet us in thy sacred book. 3 Since thy truth doth gild its pages, May that truth, Lord, make us free; On the Rock of endless ages Let our faith established be. 4 To our faith we'll add the graces, Virtue, knowledge, patience, love; When on earth we leave our places, Raise us all to seats above. 748. 7s. M. Grey. Sabbath School Hymn. 1 Suppliant, lo! thy children bend, Father, for thy blessing now; Thou canst teach us, guide, defend,-- We are weak, almighty thou. 2 With the peace thy word imparts, Be the taught and teacher blest; In their lives and on their hearts, Father, be thy laws imprest. 3 Pour into each longing mind Light and knowledge from above: Charity for all mankind-- Trusting faith, enduring love. 749. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. Opening of the School. 1 We have met in peace together In this house of God again; Constant friends have led us hither, Here to chant the solemn strain, Here to breathe our adoration, Here the Saviour's praise to sing: May the Spirit of salvation Come with healing in his wing. 2 We have met, and Time is flying; We shall part, and still his wing, Sweeping o'er the dead and dying, Will the changeful seasons bring: Let us, while our hearts are lightest, In our fresh and early years, Turn to Him whose smile is brightest, And whose grace will calm our fears. 3 He will aid us, should existence With its sorrows sting the breast; Gleaming in the onward distance, Faith will mark the land of rest: There, 'midst day-beams round him playing, We our Father's face shall see, And shall hear him gently saying, "Little children, come to me." 750. C. M. William Cutter. Youthful Example. 1 What if the little rain should say, So small a drop as I Can ne'er refresh these thirsty fields, I'll tarry in the sky? 2 What if a shining beam of noon Should in its fountain stay, Because its feeble light alone Cannot create a day? 3 Doth not each rain-drop help to form The cool, refreshing shower, And every ray of light to warm And beautify the flower? 4 Go thou, and strive to do thy share-- One talent,--less than thine,-- Improved with steady zeal and care, Would gain rewards divine. 751. L. M. Montgomery. Sabbath School Anniversary. 1 From year to year in love we meet; From year to year in peace we part; The tongues of children uttering sweet The thrilling joy of every heart. 2 But time rolls on; and, year by year, We change, grow up, or pass away; Not twice the same assembly here Have hailed the children's festal day. 3 Death, ere another year, may strike Some in our number marked to fall: Be young and old prepared alike; The warning is to each, to all. 4 Oft broke, our failing ranks renew; Send teachers, children, in our place, More humble, docile, faithful, true, More like thy Son, from race to race. 752. L. M. Anonymous. For the Close of a Sabbath School. 1 Father, once more let grateful praise And humble prayer to thee ascend; Thou Guide and Guardian of our ways, Our early and our only Friend. 2 Since every day and hour that's gone Has been with mercy richly crowned, Mercy, we know, shall still flow on, Forever sure as time rolls round. 3 Hear then the parting prayers we pour, And bind our hearts in love alone; And if we meet on earth no more, May we at last surround thy throne. 753. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams. Sabbath School Anniversary. 1 Creation's sovereign Lord! Be thy glad name adored Through earth and sky! Hear, as in youthful days To thee we humbly raise Songs of our grateful praise, Holy and high! 2 Thanks for thy light so free, Causing our eyes to see Thy truth and grace; Love, that dispels our fear, Mercy, to sinners dear, Life, dying souls to cheer, For all our race. 3 Thanks, that on hearts like ours Thy loving kindness showers Knowledge divine; O let its influence be Fruitful in works for thee, Causing in purity Our lives to shine. 4 Bless this our childhood band, And let us ever stand Truthful and strong; Christians in deed and love, Such as thou wilt approve, Till we in worlds above Thy praise prolong! 754. 7s. & 6s. M. S. S. Choir. The Same. 1 When, his salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name. Nor did their zeal offend him, But, as he rode along, He bade them still attend him, And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as king he reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill, We'll flock around his banner, Who sits upon the throne; And cry aloud, "Hosanna To David's royal Son." 3 For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Might well hosanna raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words? No! while our hearts are tender, They, too, shall be the Lord's. 755. 7s. & 6s. M. Boston S. S. H. Book. Anniversary of Independence. 1 We come with joy and gladness To breathe our songs of praise, Nor let one note of sadness Be mingled in our lays; For 'tis a hallowed story, This theme of freedom's birth: Our fathers' deeds of glory Are echoed round the earth. 2 The sound is waxing stronger, And thrones and nations hear-- Proud men shall rule no longer, For God the Lord is near: And he will crush oppression, And raise the humble mind, And give the earth's possession Among the good and kind. 3 And then shall sink the mountains Where pride and power are crowned, And peace, like gentle fountains, Shall shed its pureness round. O God! we would adore thee, And in thy shadow rest; Our fathers bowed before thee, And trusted and were blest. 756. 8s. & 7s. M. Horne. Autumn Warnings. 1 See the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound:-- 2 "Youth, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread,-- View us, late in beauty blooming, Numbered now among the dead. 3 "What though yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let not cloudless skies deceive you: Summer gives to autumn place." 4 On the tree of life eternal, Let our highest hopes be staid: This alone, forever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 757. C. M. Anonymous. Death of a Teacher. 1 Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell! For we shall meet no more Till we are raised with thee to dwell On Zion's happy shore. 2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead! The cold and lifeless clay Has made in dust its silent bed, And there it must decay. 3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,-- Soon we shall rise to thee; And when we meet, no tongue can tell How great our joys shall be. 4 No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend, But lift our ardent prayer, And every thought and effort bend To rise and join thee there. 758. 12s. & 11s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road; All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God. 2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love; And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, Thou wilt love him and praise him in heaven above. 3 And there may we meet when life shall be ended, All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, And there may our prayers together be blended In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven. 759. L. M. S. S. Choir. Death of a Scholar. 1 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, Our earnest, humble prayer to pour; One voice is hushed, its notes of praise Shall mingle here with ours no more. 2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, That brightly beamed with joy and love; The spirit, it hath gone to Him Who freely gave it from above. 3 We will not weep, for Jesus said, "Let little children to me come;" But pray that our young hearts be led To seek our everlasting home. 760. C. M. Boston S. S. H. Book. The Same. 1 Death has been here, and borne away A brother from our side: Just in the morning of his day, As young as we he died. 2 We cannot tell who next may fall Beneath thy chastening rod; One must be first, but let us all Prepare to meet our God. 3 May each attend with willing feet The means of knowledge here; And wait around thy mercy seat, With hope as well as fear. 4 Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care May we resign our days; Content to live and serve thee here, Or die and sing thy praise. 761. 8s. & 7s. M. R. C. Waterston. On the Death of a Female Scholar. 1 One sweet flower has drooped and faded, One sweet infant's voice has fled, One fair brow the grave has shaded, One dear school-mate now is dead. 2 But we feel no thought of sadness, For our friend is happy now; She has knelt in soul-felt gladness, Where the blessed angels bow. 3 She has gone to heaven before us, But she turns and waves her hand, Pointing to the glories o'er us, In that happy spirit-land. 4 God, our Father, watch above us, Keep us all from danger free; Do thou guard, and guide, and love us, Till like her we go to thee. 762. C. M. Anonymous. A Child's Prayer. 1 Lord, teach a little child to pray, And, O, accept my prayer; Thou canst hear all the words I say, For thou art everywhere. 2 A little sparrow cannot fall Unnoticed, Lord, by thee; And though I am so young and small, Thou dost take care of me. 3 Teach me to do whate'er is right, And, when I sin, forgive; And make it still my chief delight To serve thee while I live. 763. L. M. S. S. H. Book. God--Our Father. 1 Great God! and wilt thou condescend To be my Father and my Friend? I but a child, and thou so high, The Lord of earth and air and sky! 2 Art thou my Father?--Let me be A meek, obedient child to thee; And try, in every deed and thought, To serve and please thee as I ought. 3 Art thou my Father?--I'll depend Upon the care of such a friend; And only wish to do and be Whatever seemeth good to thee. 4 Art thou my Father?--Then, at last, When all my days on earth are past, Send down and take me, in thy love, To be thy better child above. PHILANTHROPIC SUBJECTS. 764. 7s. M. J. Taylor. Acceptable Offering. 1 Father of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind! Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined. Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again. 2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compassion's feeling soul, By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind; Charity, with liberal store:-- Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind. 765. C. M. Watts. Kindness to the Poor. 1 How blest is he who fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 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 In times of danger and distress, Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 4 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Sweet peace on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward. 766. C. M. H. Martineau. All Men are equal. 1 All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies; All men are equal when that earth Fades from their dying eyes. 2 God meets the throngs who pay their vows In courts that hands have made, And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain shade. 3 'Tis man alone who difference sees, And speaks of high and low, And worships those, and tramples these, While the same path they go. 4 O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love; In power and wealth exult no more; In wisdom lowly move. 5 Ye great, renounce your earth-born pride, Ye low, your shame and fear: Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere. 767. C. M. Lutheran Coll. Charity. 1 Go to the pillow of disease, Where night gives no repose, And on the cheek where sickness preys, Bid health to plant the rose. 2 Go where the friendless stranger lies; To perish is his doom: Snatch from the grave his closing eyes. And bring his blessing home. 3 Thus what our Heavenly Father gave Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him who lived to save, And died that we might live. 768. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. "Ye are the Salt of the Earth." 1 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few Who season human kind; Light of the world! whose cheering ray Illumes the realms of mind. 2 Where misery spreads her deepest shade Your strong compassion glows; From your blest lips the balm proceeds That softens human woes. 3 Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed; Exile and chains to you are dear, To you 'tis sweet to bleed. 4 Proceed! your race of glory run, Your virtuous toils endure; You come commissioned from on high, And your reward is sure. 769. L. M. Watts. All Things 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 inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the cravings of the poor; 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. 770. C. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Sower and the Seed. 1 All hail! ye servants of the Lord! On mercy's mission bound; Who, like the sower of the word, Strew precious gifts around. 2 What though your seed 'mid thorns be sown, Where tares and brambles thrive, Still One is able, One alone, To save its germ alive. 3 Ye fear, what falls on stony earth Will mock your prayerful toil; But sometimes plants of holiest birth Bear fruit in sterile soil. 4 The seed that by the way-side fell, Perchance you counted dead; Yet birds, that sing in heaven, may tell, They on its sweetness fed. 5 And some a hundred fold shall bear, To glorify the Lord; How blessed, then, will be your care! How glorious your reward! 771. 8s. & 7s. M. Hastings. The Sower and his Sheaves. 1 He, that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing still the precious seed, Never tiring, never sleeping, Soon shall see his toil succeed: Showers of rain will fall from heaven, Then the cheering sun will shine, So shall plenteous fruit be given, Through an influence all divine. 2 Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let not fear thy mind employ; Though the prospect be most dreary, Thou may'st reap the fruits of joy: Lo! the scene of verdure bright'ning, See the rising grain appear; Look again! the fields are whit'ning, Harvest-time is surely near. 772. S. M. Montgomery. Active Effort to do Good. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed; At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broadcast it o'er the land;-- 2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 773. L. M. Drummond. Faith without Works is Dead. 1 As body when the soul has fled, As barren trees, decayed and dead, Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing, If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2 One cup of healing oil and wine, One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. 774. C. P. M. Blacklock. Christian Beneficence. 1 Hail, love divine! joys ever new, While thy kind dictates we pursue, Our souls delighted share, Too high for sordid minds to know, Who on themselves alone bestow Their wishes and their care. 2 By thee inspired, the generous breast, In blessing others only blest, With kindness large and free, Delights the widow's tears to stay, To teach the blind their smoothest way, And aid the feeble knee. 3 O God, with sympathetic care, In others' joys and griefs to share, Do thou our hearts incline; Each low, each selfish wish control, Warm with benevolence the soul, And make us wholly thine. 775. C. M. Watts. Liberality Rewarded. Ps. 112. 1 Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 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 In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 776. C. M. Watts. Love and Charity. 1 Let Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare,-- All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there. 2 Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provoked in haste; She lets the present injury die, And long forgets the past. 3 Malice and rage, those fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill, Though she endures the wrong. 4 Love is the grace that keeps her power In all the realms above; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints forever love. 777. L. M. E. H. Chapin. Anniversary of a Charitable Association. 1 When long the soul had slept in chains, And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old-- By shady mount and peaceful lake, meek and lowly stranger came, The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and feeble blessed his name. 2 No shrine he reared in porch or grove, No vested priests around him stood-- He went about to teach, and prove The lofty work of doing good. Said he, to those who with him trod, "Would ye be my disciples? Then Evince your ardent love for God By the kind deeds ye do for men." 3 He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain; By famed Bethesda's mystic pool; And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite, sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest, The light of better life he shed. 4 Father, the spirit Jesus knew, We humbly ask of thee to-night, That we may be disciples too Of him whose way was love and light. Bright be the places where we tread Amid earth's suffering and its poor, Till we shall come where tears are shed And broken sighs are heard no more. 778. C. M. W. Croswell. Imitation of Christ's Kindness. 1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent, Like his, upon the poor. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 For thou hast placed us side by side In this wide world of ill; And that thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still. 4 Small are the offerings we can make; Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour's sake, They lose not their reward. 779. C. M. Peabody. For a Charitable Occasion. 1 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor? he who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4 Thy neighbor? 'tis the weary slave, Fettered in mind and limb; He hath no hope this side the grave; Go thou, and ransom him. 5 Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery; Go, share thy lot with him. 780. L. M. Pratt's Coll. The Blessedness of considering the Poor. Ps. 41:1-3. 1 Blest who with generous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes; Bows to the poor man's wants his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear! In every want, in every woe, Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 2 Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land; Nor leave him, in the troubled day, To unrelenting foes a prey. In sickness thou shall raise his head, And make with tenderest care his bed. 781. L. M. J. G. Adams. For a Charitable Meeting. 1 God of the poor! whose listening ear Is sought by want's imploring cry,-- Whose bounty and whose grace are near, Thy needy children to supply:-- 2 To whom with more acceptance rise The words of mercy's voice divine, Than pompous rites, or sacrifice Of flocks and herds, of oil and wine. 3 Where'er the poor our aid demand, Teach us with ready steps to move, Give us the zealous heart and hand To do the work of Christian love;-- 4 The downcast spirit to revive, The fainting heart with joy to bless; To bid the solitary live-- The widow and the fatherless. 5 Thus will we thank thee that thy grace Inclined our feet in paths to go Where shines that brightness of thy face, Which the obedient only know. 782. L. M. Ch. Psalmody. Care of Widows and Orphans. 1 Thou God of hope, to thee we bow; Thou art our refuge in distress; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless. 2 The poor are thy peculiar care; To them thy promises are sure: Thy gifts the poor in spirit share; O, may we always thus be poor. 3 May we thy law of love fulfil, To bear each other's burdens here, Endure and do thy righteous will, And walk in all thy faith and fear. 4 Thou God of hope, to thee we bow; Thou art our refuge in distress; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless. 783. L. M. Pratt's Coll. For a Charitable Occasion. 1 Help us, O Lord! thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy perfect will; Each other's burdens learn to bear, And thus thy law of love fulfil. 2 Who sparingly his seed bestows, He sparingly shall also reap; But whoso plentifully sows, The plenteous sheaves his hands shall heap. 3 Teach us, with glad and cheerful hearts, As thou hast blessed our various store, From our abundance to impart A liberal portion to the poor. 4 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we breathe, and move, and live: Freely we have received from thee; Freely may we rejoice to give. 784. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 How blest, amid all blessing This changing world bestows, That soul in truth possessing Pity for others' woes; Ready to move and lighten The load affliction bears-- Want's face with joy to brighten, In deed, as with its prayers. 2 Thus Christ, the Friend and Servant Of man, depressed and poor-- With ready soul and fervent-- With patience to endure-- Lived, labored without measure In mercy's holy name, God's will his highest pleasure, Our good his only fame. 3 And those who in his spirit Would seek to live and move, His virtue must inherit, And labor in his love; Labor where poor, forsaken, And lowly, sufferers lie; In faith and hope unshaken; Celestial ministry! 4 God of all times and stations! Teach us this lesson true,-- Proclaim it to all nations In life and power anew,-- That high above all praises-- All prayers--is that unfeigned, Glad offering Mercy raises, By living deeds sustained! 785. C. M. Boden. Kindness to the Afflicted. 1 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, For all the grace we see? The goodness feeble man can yield Extendeth not to thee. 2 To scenes of woe, to beds of pain, We'll cheerfully repair, And, with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the sufferers there. 3 The widow's heart shall sing for joy; The orphan shall be glad; And hungering souls we'll gladly point To Christ, the living bread. 4 Thus what our heavenly Father gave Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him who lived to save, And died that we might live. 786. L. M. Miss Woodman. Prayer for a Beneficent Spirit. 1 God guard the poor! We may not see The deepest sorrows of the soul; These are laid open, Lord, to thee, And subject to thy wise control. 2 Make us thy messengers to shed Within the home of want and woe, The blessings of thy bounty, spread So freely on thy world below. 3 Let us go forth with joyful hand To strengthen, comfort and relieve; Then in thy presence may we stand, And hope thy blessing to receive. 787. L. M. Montgomery. For a Public Hospital or Asylum. 1 When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er he went, affliction fled. And sickness reared her fainting head. 2 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, In his inspiring presence smiled; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul. 3 Through paths of loving-kindness led, Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread; To all, with willing hands, dispense The crumbs of our benevolence. 4 Here the whole family of woe Shall friends, and home, and comfort know; The blasted form and shipwrecked mind Shall here a tranquil haven find. 5 And Thou, dread Power, whose sovereign breath Is health or sickness, life or death, This favored mansion deign to bless; The cause is thine--send thou success! 788. L. M. Mrs. Nichols. Anniversary of an Orphan Asylum. 1 Our Father! we may lisp that name, When lowly at thy feet we bow; Thy little children lightly blame, For thou'rt our only parent now! 2 We are a stricken, humble band, With hearts that thrill to words of love, And cling confiding to the hand That points us to a home above. 3 Though 'mong the lowly of the earth, Contented with our homely fare, How cheerful was the orphan's hearth Before cold Death had entered there 4 No mother's voice soothes us to rest-- No father's smile our vision greets: Yet we've a home in every breast That with a tender feeling beats. 5 And thou hast raised us many a friend, Not bound by ties of kindred blood; Then let our hearts in prayer ascend To thee, our Father--Saviour--God! 789. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. For a Temperance Anniversary. 1 We praise thee, if one rescued soul, While the past year prolonged its flight, Turned, shuddering, from the poisonous bowl, To health, and liberty, and light. 2 We praise thee, if one clouded home, Where broken hearts despairing pined, Beheld the sire and husband come Erect and in his perfect mind. 3 No more a weeping wife to mock, Till all her hopes in anguish end; No more the trembling child to shock, And sink the father in the fiend. 4 Still give us grace, almighty King! Unwavering at our posts to stand, Till grateful to thy shrine we bring The tribute of a ransomed land. 790. S. M. M. W. Hale. The Same. 1 Praise for the glorious light, Which crowns this joyous day; Whose beams dispel the shades of night, And wake our grateful lay! 2 Praise for the mighty band, Redeemed from error's chain, Whose echoing voices, through our land, Join our triumphant strain! 3 Ours is no conquest gained Upon the tented field; Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained The victor's helm and shield. 4 But the strong might of love, And truth's all-pleading voice, As angels bending from above, Have made our hearts rejoice. 5 Lord! upward to thy throne Th' imploring voice we raise; The might, the strength, are thine alone! Thine be our loftiest praise. 791. L. M. Anonymous. Temperance Hymn. 1 God of our fathers, 'tis thy hand Hath turned the tide of death away, That rolled in madness o'er the land, And filled thy people with dismay. 2 Thy voice awaked us from our dream: Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel; 'Twas thy own light, whose radiant beam Came down our duty to reveal. 3 Almighty Parent, still in thee Our spirits trust for strength divine; Gird us with heaven's own energy, And o'er our paths let wisdom shine. 4 The work of man's destruction stay; The tide of fire still backward press; Drive each delusive mist away, And every humble effort bless. 792. 7s. M. P. H. Sweetser. The Same. 1 Hark! the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along, Chanting clear, in solemn lays,-- "Man redeemed--to God the praise!" 2 Angels, strike the golden lyre! Mortals, catch the heavenly fire! Thousands ransomed from the grave, Millions yet our pledge shall save! 3 Save from sin's destructive breath, Save from sorrow, shame and death-- From intemperance and strife, Save the husband, children, wife! 4 Courage! let no heart despair-- Mighty is the truth we bear! Forward then, baptized in love, Led by wisdom from above! 793. L. M. Sargent. The Same. 1 Slavery and death the cup contains; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing, Whose power the giant fiend obeys. What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound: The wife regains a husband freed! The orphan clasps a father found! 4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind, Till man no more shall deem it just To live, by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. 794. 8s. & 7s. M. Pierpont. Morning Hymn for Family Worship. 1 Pillows, wet with tears of anguish, Couches, pressed in sleepless woe, Where the sons of Belial languish, Father, may we never know! 2 For, the maddening cup shall never To our thirsting lips be pressed, But, our draft shall be, forever, The cold water thou hast blessed. 3 This shall give us strength to labor, This, make all our stores increase; This, with thee and with our neighbor, Bind us in the bonds of peace. 4 For the lake, the well, the river, Water-brook and crystal spring, Do we now, to thee, the Giver, Thanks, our daily tribute, bring. 795. L. M. Logan. God's Blessing Implored on the Temperance Cause. 1 For all who love thee and thy cause, O Lord, thy blessing we implore; Who fear thy name, obey thy laws, From this to earth's remotest shore. 2 O grant, that, freed from low desire, And filled with joy, and love, and fear, Each breast may glow with holy fire, While seeking heaven, to serve thee here. 3 Pity, O God, the heedless wretch, Who staggers to a dreadful grave; Thy arm of love around him stretch, And show that thou art strong to save. 4 Breathe upon those who scorn our cause, Thy cause, O Lord, for thou hast blest; Show them he honors most thy laws Who loves his God and neighbor best. 796. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Upas Tree. 1 There sprang a tree of deadly name: Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew Scorched the green earth like lava-flame, And every plant of mercy slew. 2 From clime to clime its branches spread Their fearful fruits of sin and woe; The prince of darkness loved its shade, And toiled its fiery seeds to sow. 3 Faith poured her prayer at midnight hour; The hand of zeal at noon-day wrought; An armor of celestial power The children of the cross besought. 4 Behold the axe its pride doth wound; Through its cleft boughs the sun doth shine; Its blasted blossoms strew the ground: Give glory to the arm divine. 5 And still Jehovah's aid implore, From isle to isle, from sea to sea, From peopled earth's remotest shore, To root that deadly Upas Tree. 797. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams. Dedication of a Temperance Hall. 1 'Mid homes and shrines forsaken Of joy and peace divine, Faint hearts new strength have taken, A light is seen to shine! Its beaming revelations Are shed in mercy far; A guide to all the nations-- The glorious Temperance star! 2 Hushed be that wail of sadness, Life, life has come again; Awake the song of gladness, Swell high the choral strain! The lost returns from straying In sin's destructive way; That curse is turned to praying, That night to blissful day! 3 God of this day! Our Father! In humble praise to thee, Within these walls we gather-- The spared, the blest, the free; To hail thy grace far-sounding-- Our Temple dedicate To hope and life abounding In Man regenerate! 4 Rest thou within it ever, As o'er the ark of old; And here, O may we never In our great strife wax cold. Nerve every arm and spirit For each successful blow, Till Temperance shall inherit All temples here below! 798. 6s. & 4s. M. Pierpont. Prayer for the Abolition of Slavery. 1 With thy pure dews and rains, Wash out, O God! the stains From Afric's shore; And while her palm trees bud, Let not her children's blood, With her broad Niger's flood, Be mingled more. 2 Quench, righteous God! the thirst, That Congo's sons hath cursed-- The thirst for gold; Shall not thy thunders speak, Where Mammon's altars reek, Where maids and matrons shriek, Bound, bleeding, sold? 3 Hear'st thou, O God! those chains, That clank on Freedom's plains, By Christians wrought? Those who these chains have worn, Christians from home have torn, Christians have hither borne, Christians have bought! 4 Lord! wilt thou not, at last, From thine own image cast Away all cords, Save those of love, which brings Man, from his long wand'rings, Back--to the King of kings,-- The Lord of lords? 799. L. M. Mrs. Chapman. For Faithfulness in the Cause of Human Freedom. 1 O God of freedom! hear us pray For steadfast hearts to toil as one; Till thy pure law hath boundless sway-- Thy will in heaven and earth be done. 2 A piercing voice of grief and wrong Goes upward from the groaning earth; Most true and holy Lord! how long?-- In majesty and might come forth. 3 Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too, Behold th' oppressor in his sin; Make all his actions just and true, Renew his wayward heart within. 800. L. M. Anonymous. Prayer for Zeal and Love. 1 O Lord! whose forming hand one blood To all the tribes and nations gave, And giv'st to all their daily food, Look down in pity on the slave! 2 Fetters and chains and stripes remove, Deliv'rance to the captives give; And pour the tide of light and love Upon their souls, and bid them live. 3 Oh! kindle in our hearts a flame Of zeal, thy holy will to do; And bid each one, who loves thy name, Love all his bleeding brethren too. 4 Through all thy temples, let the stain Of prejudice each bosom flee; And, hand in hand, let Afric's train, With Europe's children, worship thee. 801. 8s. & 7s. M. Mrs. Livermore. Prayer for the Slave. 1 Father, who of old descended From thy throne above the sky, And thine Israel's rights defended, Hear the bondman's anguished cry! 2 Hear how Ethiopia crieth, Kneeling on the blood-stained sod; And how sable Afric' sigheth, Lifting up her hands to God! 3 From the grasp of strong oppression, From the tyrant's rusting chain, And from slavery's deep depression, With its life-long hours of pain; 4 From our country's wide savannas, Let the cry come up to thee, Let the prayers become hosannas-- Father, set thy children free! 802. 7s. M. Mrs. Follen. That God Would hear the Cries of the Slave. 1 Lord! deliver; thou canst save; Save from evil, Mighty God! Hear--oh! hear the kneeling slave, Break--oh! break th' oppressor's rod. 2 May the captive's pleading fill All the earth, and all the sky; Every other voice be still, While he pleads with God on high. 3 He, whose ear is everywhere, Who doth silent sorrow see, Will regard the captive's prayer, Will from bondage set him free. 4 From the tyranny within, Save thy children, Lord! we pray; Chains of iron, chains of sin, Cast forever, cast away. 5 Love to man, and love to God, Are the weapons of our war; These can break the oppressor's rod-- Burst the bonds that we abhor. 803. L. M. J. G. Whittier. For a Liberty Meeting on the Fourth of July. 1 O Thou! whose presence went before Our fathers in their weary way, As with thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night--the cloud by day! 2 When, from each temple of the free, A nation's song ascends to heaven, Most Holy Father! unto thee, May not our humble prayer be given,-- 3 For those to whom this day can bring, Not, as to us, the joyful thrill;-- For those, who, under freedom's wing, Are bound in slavery's fetters still:-- 4 And grant, O Father! that the time Of Earth's deliverance may be near, When every land, and tongue, and clime, The message of thy love shall hear. 5 When smitten, as with fire from heaven, The captive's chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just. 804. L. M. Miss Weston. "'Tis good to be merciful." 1 'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, Crushed down by Slavery's iron hand, And feel, while numbering o'er their woes, Strength for the just and true to stand. 2 'Tis good and true to say to those, Who claim a right in human kind, "Mercy and Justice are your foes, And they shall certain triumph find." 3 'Tis good--'tis blessed, to say to all, "Arise, to help the wretched slave, Upon your God for courage call, And in his strength go forth and save." 4 Lord! this is what we seek to do; Grant us thy grace to do it well; Help us thy glory to pursue, And of thy promises to tell. 805. P. M. H. Ware, Jr. The Progress of Freedom. 1 Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day; When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway. 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong, And freedom's morning bar? 3 The hour of triumph comes apace, The fated, promised hour, When earth upon a ransomed race Her bounteous gifts shall shower. Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell! Bid high thy sacred banner swell! Let trump on trump the triumph tell Of Heaven's redeeming power. 806. 6s. & 10s. M. Milton, Gardner, and Dwight. Peace. 1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around,-- No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love he came, And gentle was the reign, Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 4 The peaceful conqueror goes, And triumphs o'er his foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit Submissive at his feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. 807. 6s. & 4s. M. E. Davis. For an Anniversary Meeting of the Friends of Peace. 1 Not with the flashing steel-- Not with the cannon's peal, Or stir of drum, But in the bonds of love; Our white flag floats above, Her emblem is the dove, 'Tis thus we come. 2 The laws of Christian light, These are our weapons bright, Our mighty shield; Christ is our leader high, And the broad plains which lie Beneath the blesséd sky, Our battle field. 3 On, then, in God's great name, Let each pure spirit's flame Burn bright and clear: Stand firmly in your lot, Cry ye aloud, "Doubt not," Be every fear forgot, Christ leads us here. 4 So shall Earth's distant lands In happy, holy bands, One brotherhood, Together rise and sing, And joyful offerings bring, And Heaven's Eternal King Pronounce it _good_. 808. C. M. Gibbons. Prayer for Universal Peace. 1 Lord, send thy word, and let it run, Armed with thy Spirit's power; Ten thousand shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour. 2 Beneath the influence of thy grace The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, A blooming paradise. 3 True holiness shall strike its root In each regenerate heart, Shall in a growth divine arise, And heavenly fruits impart. 4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murderous cannon roar. 5 Lord, for those days we wait;--those days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring This promised age of gold! 809. C. M. Anonymous. The Gospel of Peace. 1 Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace His banner has unfurled; Let strife, and sin, and error cease, And joy pervade the world! 2 Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace His word and life display; Let every soul his love embrace, And own its gentle sway. 3 Peace on the earth, good will to men, Embraced the Gospel plan; Let that sweet strain be heard again, Which angel-tones began. 4 Joy to the isles and lands afar, Messiah reigns above; Let every eye behold the star, The star of light and love. 810. C. M. Mrs. Livermore. Peace. 1 No warlike sounds awoke the night, Announcing Jesus' birth, But angels borne on wings of light, Who chanted "Peace to earth!" 2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed Was Christ the Saviour found; Not striving, when by wrath assailed Not with the laurel crowned. 3 But meek and lowly was his life, The gentle Prince of Peace, Whose law condemns the hostile strife, And bids dissensions cease. 4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung Beneath the smiling sky, Nor to the clouds the banner flung That tells of victory. 5 But let the blissful period haste, When, hushed the cannon's roar, The sword shall cease mankind to waste, And war shall be no more. 811. C. M. Anonymous. Prospect of Universal Peace. 1 O'er mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. 2 The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall the whole world command. 3 Nor war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears. 4 No longer host, encountering host, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more. 812. 7s. M. Lewins Mead Coll. The Blessings of Peace. 1 Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, Dwell with rapture on the theme; Loud, still louder, swell the strain: Peace on earth, good will to men. 2 Breezes! whispering soft and low, Gently murmur as ye blow, Breathe the sweet celestial strain, Peace on earth, good will to men. 3 Ocean's billows! far and wide Rolling in majestic pride: Loud still louder, swell the strain, Peace on earth, good will to men. 4 Christians! who these blessings feel, And in adoration kneel; Loud, still louder, swell the strain, Praise to God, good will to men. 813. 8s. 7s. & 6s. M. Miss Fletcher. Compassion for the Sinning. 1 Think gently of the erring! Lord, let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet. Heir of the same inheritance! Child of the self-same God! He hath but stumbled in the path, We have in weakness trod. 2 Speak gently to him, brother; Thou yet mayst lead him back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not thou hast often sinned, And sinful yet must be: Deal gently with the erring one, As God hath dealt with thee. 814. 10s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault; The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou, too, wouldst swerve and halt. 2 Send back the wand'rer to the Saviour's fold; That were an action worthy of a saint; But not in malice let the crime be told, Nor publish to the world the evil taint. 3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide; Then is his holy name by men blasphemed And he afresh is mocked and crucified, Even by those his bitter death redeemed. 4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another's pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook, And mighty and rejoicing is thy gain! 815. L. M. Mrs. Livermore. Reclaiming Power of Love. 1 Jesus, what precept is like thine, "Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, O what power divine Would then transform our earth to heaven. 2 Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain, Not by the prison or the sword, The shackle, or the clanking chain. 3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will his wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To bring the wanderer back by love; Thus let us win our brother, man, And imitate thee, God above! 816. L. M. Miss Fletcher. For the Prisoner. 1 Father! we pray for those who dwell Within the prison's gloomy cell! For those whose souls are bending low Beneath the weight of guilt and woe. 2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way And saved us from sin's iron sway; Our brethren in a weaker hour Have yielded to temptation's power. 3 Teach us with humble hearts to feel, How darkly on our brows the seal Of guilt might now perchance be set, Had we the same temptation met. 4 Then while the error we would shun, We still would aid the erring one To turn from sin's unpitying sway, To virtue's fair and pleasant way. 817. L. M. Miss Edgarton. The Same. 1 Oh shut not out sweet Pity's ray From souls now clouded o'er by sin; Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in. 2 Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat In hearts that seem unmoved and dead. 3 'Tis just that they should bear the pain Of keen remorse and guilty shame; But scorn may drive to crime again-- 'Tis only love that can reclaim. 818. S. M. Miss Fletcher. The Same. 1 We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain; We come to plead for those who lie Bound with the prisoner's chain. 2 O, give them contrite hearts, To feel their fearful sin, And give to us a patient faith Those erring ones to win. 3 Give us to love thy law, The paths of vice to shun, But never harshly dare to spurn The suffering sinful one. 819. S. M. Miss Martineau, alt. The Coming of Christ in Power. 1 Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid! We watch as for the day-spring near, Amid the breaking shade. 2 Lord Jesus, come; for hosts Meet on the battle plain: The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain. 3 Lord Jesus, come; for chains Are still upon the slave; Bind up his wounds, relieve his pains, The pining bondman save. 4 Hark! herald voices near, Lead on thy happier day: Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear; We wait to strew thy way. 5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more. 820. C. M. R. Nicoll. Honor all Men. 1 I may not scorn the meanest thing That on the earth doth crawl; The slave who would not burst his chain, The tyrant in his hall. 2 The vile oppressor who hath made The widowed mother mourn, Though worthless, soulless he may stand, I cannot, dare not scorn. 3 The darkest night that shrouds the sky, Of beauty hath a share: The blackest heart hath sighs to tell That God still lingers there. 821. C. M. Whittier. The Call of Truth. 1 Oh! not alone with outward sign, Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart, Love for the true and right, Zeal for the Christian's better part, Strength for the Christian's fight. 2 Though heralded by nought of fear, Or outward sign or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well: The call to truth and love. 822. C. M. Lond. Inquirer. Encouragement to Christian Effort. 1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, Waiting its natal hour. 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell How vast its power may be; Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently. 4 Work and despair not: bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free. 823. S. M. Enfield. Forgiveness. 1 I hear the voice of woe! I hear a brother's sigh! Then let my heart with pity flow, With tears of love, my eye. 2 I hear the thirsty cry! The hungry beg for bread! Then let my spring its stream supply, My hand its bounty shed. 3 The debtor humbly sues, Who would, but cannot pay; And shall I lenity refuse, Who need it every day? 4 And shall not wrath relent, Touched by that humble strain, My brother crying, "I repent, Nor will offend again?" 5 How else, on soaring wing, Can hope bear high my prayer, Up to thy throne, my God, my King, To plead for pardon there? 824. 7s. M. Milman. "And he arose and rebuked the winds and sea." 1 Lord! thou didst arise and say, To the troubled waters, "Peace," And the tempest died away, Down they sank, the foaming seas; And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o'er all the glassy deep, All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen! 2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose, From oppressions, and from woes; And another heaven appear On our world of darkness here! SEAMEN'S HYMNS. 825. L. M. C. Wesley. "They that go down to the sea in ships." 1 Lord of the wide extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls; 2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine; We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thine immensity! 3 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo' in the hollow of thy hand The measured waters sink and rise. 4 Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth and her sons beneath thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale, And less than nothing in thine eye. 826. L. M. Watts. The Seaman's Song. 1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad? With hardy mariners survey The unknown regions of the sea. 2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favor of the wind; Till God command, and tempests rise, That heave the ocean to the skies. 3 When land is far, and death is nigh, Bereaved of hope, to God they cry: His mercy hears their loud address, And sends salvation in distress. 4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage, And stormy tempests cease to rage; The grateful band their fears give o'er And hail with joy their native shore. 5 O, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord; Let them their purest offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing. 827. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. "These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep." 1 Oh God! thy name they well may praise, Who to the deep go down, And trace the wonders of thy ways, Where rocks and billows frown. 2 For many a fair majestic sight Hath met their wandering eyes, Beneath the streaming northern light Or blaze of Indian skies. 3 If glorious be that awful deep, No human power can bind, What then art thou, who bid'st it keep Within its bounds confined! 4 Let heaven and earth in praise unite, Eternal praise to thee, Whose word can rouse the tempest's might, Or still the raging sea! 828. L. M. 6l. Anonymous. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 Lord of the sea!--thy potent sway Old ocean's wildest waves obey; The gale that whistles through the shrouds, The storm that drives the frighted clouds,-- If but thy whisper order peace, How soon their rude commotions cease! 2 Lord of the sea!--the seaman keep From all dangers of the deep! When high the white-capped billows rise, When tempests roar along the skies, When foes or shoals awaken fear,-- O, in thy mercy be thou near. 3 Lord of the sea!--a sea is life Of care and sorrow, woe and strife! With watchful pains we steer along, To keep the right path, shun the wrong: God grant, that, when we cease to roam, We gain an everlasting home! 829. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Same. 1 When the parting bosom bleeds, When our native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes us to her trust again, Father! view a sailor's woe-- Guide us wheresoe'er we go. 2 When the lonely watch we keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear us daily on our course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on our head. 3 When the Sabbath's peaceful ray, O'er the ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be Sabbath to the unresting sea. 4 When in foreign lands we roam, Far from kindred, far from home, Stranger-eyes our conduct view, Heathen-bands our steps pursue, Let our conversation be Fitting those who follow thee. 5 Should pale death, with arrow dread, Make the ocean-cave our bed, Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be-- God! who hear'st the surges roll, Deign to save the sailor's soul. 830. C. M. Madan's Coll. Thanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm. 1 Our little bark, on boisterous seas, By cruel tempests tossed, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Expecting to be lost,-- 2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, Breathed out our sad distress; Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts, We begged return of peace. 3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow; The surges ceased to roll; And soon again a placid sea Spoke comfort to the soul. 4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts Their hallelujahs sing To him who hath our lives preserved,-- Our Father and our King. 831. 8s. M. H. F. Gould. Hymn at Sea. 1 O Thou who hast spread out the skies, And measured the depths of the sea, 'Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise Our incense of praises to thee. 2 We know that thy presence is near While heaves our bark far from the land;-- We ride o'er the deep without fear;-- The waters are held in thy hand. 3 Eternity comes in the sound Of billows that never can sleep! There's Deity circling us round,-- Omnipotence walks o'er the deep! 4 O Father, our eye is to thee, As on for the haven we roll; And faith in our Pilot shall be An anchor to steady the soul. 832. L. M. Cowper. Temptation compared to a Storm. 1 The billows swell; the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill; Control the waves: say, "Peace! be still." 833. L. M. L. H. Signourney. Prayer at Sea. 1 Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, Where sire and child devoutly kneel, While through the open casement nigh The vernal blossoms fragrant steal. 2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls, Where heart with kindred heart is blent, And upward to th' eternal throne The hymn of praise melodious sent. 3 But he who fain would know how warm The soul's appeal to God may be, From friends and native land should turn, A wanderer on the faithless sea;-- 4 Should hear its deep, imploring tone Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge, When billows toss the fragile bark, And fearful blasts the conflict urge. 5 Naught, naught appears but sea and sky; No refuge where the foot may flee: How will he cast, O Rock divine, The anchor of his soul on thee! 834. C. M. Anonymous. The Sailor's Grave. 1 Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, Amid the silent gloom,-- His home was on the mighty deep, And there shall be his tomb. 2 He loved his own bright, deep blue sea, O'er it he loved to roam; And now his winding sheet shall be That same bright ocean's foam. 3 No village bell shall toll for him Its mournful, solemn dirge; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge. 4 For him, break not the grassy turf, Nor turn the dewy sod; His dust shall rest beneath the surf, His spirit with its God. 835. C. M. Select Hymns. Prayer for Seamen. 1 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, And, with united pleas, We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the seas. 2 O, may the Holy Spirit bow The sailor's heart to thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops in the sea. 3 Then may a Saviour's dying love Pour peace into his breast, And waft him to the port above Of everlasting rest. NATIONAL HYMNS. 836. 6s. & 4s. M. S. F. Smith. National Hymn. 1 My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee-- Land of the noble, free-- Thy name--I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe, partake; Let rocks their silence break,-- The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. 837. C. M. Wreford. Prayer for our Country. 1 Lord, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, O, hear us for our native land,-- The land we love the most. 2 O guard our shores from every foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Here may religion pure and mild Smile on our Sabbath hours; And piety and virtue bless The home of us and ours. 5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her refuge and her trust, Her everlasting friend. 838. L. M. 6l. H. Ware, Jr. The God of our Fathers. 1 Like Israel's hosts to exile driven, Across the flood the pilgrims fled; Their hands bore up the ark of Heaven, And Heaven their trusting footsteps led, Till on these savage shores they trod, And won the wilderness for God. 2 Then, where their weary ark found rest, Another Zion proudly grew; In more than Judah's glory dressed, With light that Israel never knew. From sea to sea her empire spread, Her temple Heaven, and Christ her head. 3 Then let the grateful church, to-day Its ancient rite with gladness keep; And still our fathers' God display His kindness, though the fathers sleep. O, bless, as thou hast blessed the past, While earth, and time, and heaven shall last. 839. C. M. Watts. "Thou shall teach them to thy children." 1 Let children hear the mighty deeds Which God performed of old: Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known-- His works of power and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down To every rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs; That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone Their hope securely stands; That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands. 840. L. M. Flint. "We have a goodly heritage." 1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines That bound our goodly heritage, And safe beneath our sheltering vines Our youth is blest, and soothed our age. 2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due, That thou didst plant our fathers here; And watch and guard them as they grew, A vineyard, to the planter dear. 3 The toils they bore, our ease have wrought; They sowed in tears--in joy we reap; The birthright they so dearly bought We'll guard, till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown In weal and woe through all the past, Their grateful sons, O God, shall own While here their name and race shall last. 841. L. M. Presbyterian Coll. God Acknowledged in National Blessings. 1 Great God of nations, now to thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise; With humble heart and bending knee, We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide In safety through their dangerous way. 3 We praise thee that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds, Dispels the shades of error's night, And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 4 Great God, preserve us in thy fear; In dangers still our guardian be; O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here, Let all the people worship thee. 842. L. M. Roscoe. Remembrance of our Fathers. 1 Great God! beneath whose piercing eye The world's extended kingdoms lie; Whose favoring smile upholds them all, Whose anger smites them, and they fall; 2 We bow before thy heavenly throne; Thy power we see, thy goodness own; But, cherished by thy milder voice, Our bosoms tremble and rejoice. 3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, Their children's children long shall own; To thee with grateful hearts shall raise Their tribute of exulting praise. 4 Our God, our Guardian, and our Friend! Oh still thy sheltering arm extend; Preserved by thee for ages past, For ages may thy kindness last. 843. C. M. C. Sprague. The Pilgrims. 1 Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot Where they might kneel to thee, Their own fair heritage forgot, And braved an unknown sea. 2 Here found their pilgrim souls repose Where long the heathen roved; And here their humble anthems rose To bless the Power they loved. 3 They sleep in dust,--but where they trod, A feeble, fainting band, Glad millions catch the strain, O God, And sound it through the land. 844. 8s. & 7s. M. Pierpont. Anniversary Hymn. 1 God of mercy, do thou never From our offering turn away, But command a blessing ever On the memory of this day. 2 Light and peace do thou ordain it; O'er it be no shadow flung, Let no deadly darkness stain it, And no clouds be o'er it hung. 3 May the song this people raises, And its vows to thee addressed, Mingle with the prayers and praises, That thou hearest from the blest. 4 When the lips are cold that sing thee, And the hearts that love thee dust, Father, then our souls shall bring thee Holier love and firmer trust. 845. C. M. Aspland's Coll. The Virtuous Love of Country. 1 Parent of all, omnipotent! In heaven and earth below! Through all creation's vast extent Whose streams of goodness flow: 2 Teach me to know from whence I rose, And unto what designed; No private aims may I propose, That injure human kind. 3 To hear my country's lawful voice May my best thoughts incline; 'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice, 'Tis nature's call, and thine. 4 Me from fair freedom's sacred cause May nothing e'er divide; Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause, Nor friendship false, misguide. 5 To duty, honor, virtue true, In all my country's weal, Let me my public walk pursue: So, God, thy favor deal. 846. 6s. & 4s. M. S. F. Smith. Anniversary Hymn. 1 Auspicious morning, hail! Voices from hill and vale Thy welcome sing: Joy on thy dawning breaks; Each heart that joy partakes, While cheerful music wakes, Its praise to bring. 2 Long o'er our native hills, Long by our shaded rills, May freedom rest; Long may our shores have peace, Our flag grace every breeze, Our ships the distant seas, From east to west. 3 Peace on this day abide, From morn till even-tide; Wake tuneful song; Melodious accents raise; Let every heart, with praise, Bring high and grateful lays, Rich, full, and strong. 847. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 Loud raise the notes of joy; Freemen, your songs employ, As well ye may;-- Let your full hearts go out In the exulting shout, And with your praise devout, Greet this glad day! 2 Children of lisping tongue, Those whose full hearts are young Lift up the song! Manhood and hoary age, Let naught your joy assuage, In the high theme engage, Praises prolong! 3 God of our fathers' land! Long may our temples stand Sacred to thee! Let thy bright light divine On all the people shine, Make us forever thine, From sin set free! 848. L. P. M. Kippis. National Praise and Prayer. 1 With grateful hearts with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim: Through every age, O, may we own Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name. 2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, Lord, in our land support thy reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain. 849. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous. Prayer for our Country. 1 God bless our native land, Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds and wave, Do thou our country save, By thy great might. 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies; On him we wait; Thou who hast heard each sigh, Watching each weeping eye, Be thou forever nigh;-- God save the state. 850. 7s. & 6s. M. Christian Ballads. Our Country. Now pray we for our country, Pray that it long may be The holy and the happy, And the gloriously free! Who blesseth her is blesséd! So peace be in her walls; And joy in all her villages, Her cottages and halls. THE SEASONS, ANNUAL OCCASIONS, ETC. 851. L. M. Heginbotham. The God of the Seasons. 1 Great God! let all our tuneful powers Awake and sing thy mighty name; Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, The hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons revolving round In beauteous order speak thy praise; And years with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise. 3 Each changing season on our souls Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds; And every period, as it rolls, Showers countless blessings on our heads. 4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe All to thy vast unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above. 852. L. M. Enfield's Sel. The Goodness of God in the Seasons. 1 Great God! at whose all-powerful call At first arose this beauteous frame, By thee the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year, From winter storms recovered, rise; When thousand grateful scenes appear, Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 O, how delightful 'tis to see The earth in vernal beauty dressed! While in each herb, and flower, and tree, Thy bright perfections shine confessed! 4 Indulgent God! from every part, Thy plenteous blessings largely flow; We see,--we taste;--let every heart With grateful love and duty glow. 853. C. M. Watts. Seasons. 1 With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; O'er all the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessings down, To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady councils change the face Of each declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 On us his providence has shone, With gentle, smiling rays; O, may our lips and lives make known His goodness and his praise. 854. H. M. J. Taylor. Providence acknowledged in the Seasons. 1 Rejoice! the Lord is King: Your Lord and King adore; Mortals! give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 2 His wintry north winds blow, Loud tempests rush amain; Yet his thick showers of snow Defend the infant grain: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 3 He wakes the genial spring, Perfumes the balmy air; The vales their tribute bring, The promise of the year: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 4 He leads the circling year; His flocks the hills adorn; He fills the golden ear, And loads the field with corn; O happy mortals! raise your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 855. 7s. M. Barbauld. The Seasons. 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land,-- All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores,-- 3 These to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise, And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone. 856. L. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; By thee the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring, at thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer suns with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. 857. L. M. Watts. The Goodness of God in the Seasons. Ps. 65. 1 At God's command, the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. 2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear: Great God! thy goodness crowns the year. 858. C. M. Fergus. The Promises of the Year. 1 The year begins with promises Of joyful days to come, Of Sabbath bells, of times of prayer, Of thoughts on heaven, our home: 2 Of seed-time, with its gentle winds, Soft dews and healthful showers, And streamlets gushing from the hills, And birds and opening flowers: 3 Of summer, with its warbling choir Amid the balmy leaves; Of autumn, with its fragrant herbs And fruits and bending sheaves: 4 Of countless mercies from our God, Who rules the changeful years, Both here and in the world of love, Beyond the heavenly spheres. 859. S. M. Watts. Blessings of Spring. 1 Good is the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. 2 Like rivers raised on high, The clouds, at thy command, Pour out their blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land. 3 The hills, on every side, Rejoice at falling showers: The meadows, dressed in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers. 4 The ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear; Thy ways abound with blessings still, Thy goodness crowns the year. 860. C. M. Spring. 1 When verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day! 2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing! 'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring, And woods and fields rejoice. 3 O God of nature and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart. 4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song, And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. 861. C. M. Peabody. Spring. 1 When brighter suns and milder skies Proclaim the opening year, What various sounds of joy arise! What prospects bright appear! 2 Earth and her thousand voices give Their thousand notes of praise; And all, that by his mercy live, To God their offering raise. 3 The streams, all beautiful and bright, Reflect the morning sky; And there, with music in his flight, The wild bird soars on high. 4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, That saw the Saviour rise, The spring of heaven's eternal year Shall dawn on earth and skies. 5 No winter there, no shades of night, Obscure those mansions blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest. 862. L. M. Fergus. Spring-Time. 1 The spring, the joyous spring is come With lovely flowers of early bloom; The warbling birds, on every tree, Fill all the air with melody. 2 Once more, unsealed, the fountains run, Sparkling, beneath a brighter sun; Green leaves and tender herbs arise, Cheered by the glow of warmer skies. 3 Oh Lord, the changes of the year At thy Almighty word appear; And all the seasons, as they roll, Declare thy name from pole to pole. 4 Spring showers, descending from above, Bear down glad tidings of thy love, And every blossom on the tree Bespeaks our gratitude to thee. 863. S. M. Anonymous. Summer. 1 Great God, at thy command, Seasons in order rise: Thy power and love in concert reign Through earth, and seas, and skies. 2 How balmy is the air! How warm the sun's bright beams! While, to refresh the ground, the rains Descend in gentle streams. 3 With grateful praise we own Thy providential hand, While grass, and herbs, and waving corn, Adorn and bless the land. 4 But greater still the gift Of thy belovéd Son; By him forgiveness, peace, and joy, Through endless ages run. 864. C. M. T. Richardson. "The Hymn of Summer." 1 How glad the tone when summer's sun Wreathes the gay world with flowers, And trees bend down with golden fruit, And birds are in the bowers! 2 The moon sends silent music down Upon each earthly thing; And always, since creation's dawn, The stars together sing. 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? no, let us sing, And while our voices rise, 4 O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth A constant melody; And every action be a tone In that sweet hymn to thee! 865. 7s. & 6s. M. Brit. Magazine. Autumn. 1 The leaves, around me falling, Are preaching of decay; The hollow winds are calling, "Come, pilgrim, come away:" The day, in night declining, Says I must, too, decline; The year its bloom resigning, Its lot foreshadows mine. 2 The light my path surrounding, The loves to which I cling, The hopes within me bounding, The joys that round me wing,-- All, all, like stars at even, Just gleam and shoot away, Pass on before to heaven, And chide at my delay. 3 The friends gone there before me Are calling from on high, And happy angels o'er me Tempt sweetly to the sky: "Why wait," they say, "and wither, 'Mid scenes of death and sin? O, rise to glory, hither, And find true life begin." 866. C. M. Watts. Winter. 1 The hoary frost, the fleecy snow, Descend, and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 2 When, from his dreadful stores on high, God pours the sounding hail, The man that does his power defy Shall find his courage fail. 3 God sends his word and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. 4 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word; With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 867. H. M. Freeman. The Same. 1 Lord of the worlds below! On earth thy glories shine; The changing seasons show Thy skill and power divine. The rolling years Are full of thee; In all we see A God appears. 2 In winter, awful thou! With storms around thee cast; The leafless forests bow Beneath thy northern blast. While tempests lower, To thee, dread King, We homage bring, And own thy power. 868. L. M. H. Ballou. The Acceptable Fast. 1 This is the fast the Lord doth choose; Each heavy burden to undo, The bands of wickedness to loose, And bid the captive freely go. 2 Let every vile and sinful yoke Of servile bondage and of fear, By mercy, love and truth be broke; And from each eye wipe every tear. 3 Yes, to the hungry deal thy bread; Bring to thine house the outcast poor; There let the fainting soul be fed, Nor spurn the needy from thy door. 4 And when thou seest the naked, spare The raiment that his wants demand; Since all mankind thy kindred are, To all thy charity expand. 5 Thus did the Saviour of our race: Himself, the Bread of Life, he gave; He clothed us with his righteousness, And broke the fetters from the slave. 869. C. M. S. Streeter. Humiliation and Prayer. 1 Here in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty, at thy feet We seek thy grace alone. 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, And fill our hearts with fear; Our trembling spirits melt away, But find no helper near. 3 O, send thy pity from on high With pardon all-divine; Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, And make us wholly thine. 4 We humbly mourn our follies past, Each guilty path deplore; Resolved, while feeble life shall last, To tread those paths no more. 870. C. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Now let our prayers ascend to thee, Thou great and holy One; Above the world raise thou our hearts; In us, thy will be done. 2 O, let us feel how frail we are, How much we need thy grace; O, strengthen, Lord, our fainting souls, While here we seek thy face. 3 Our sins, alas! before thee rise; Thou knowest all our guilt; Let not our faith, our hope, our trust, On earthly things be built. 4 Forgive our sins, thy spirit grant, Let love our souls refine, And heavenly peace and holy hope Assure that we are thine. 871. S. M. Drummond. "Is it such a fast that I have chosen?" 1 "Is this a fast for me?"-- Thus saith the Lord our God;-- "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod?-- 2 "Like bulrush low to bow His sorrow-stricken head, With sackcloth for his inner vest, And ashes round him spread? 3 "Shall day like this have power To stay th' avenging hand, Efface transgression, or avert My judgments from the land? 4 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose,-- Oppression's yoke be burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose?-- 5 "To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, To dwell your kindred race among, And all their sufferings heal? 6 "Then, like the morning ray, Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!" 872. L. M. Dyer. Public Humiliation. 1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore,-- Whose goodness all thy creatures share, While nature trembles at thy power,-- 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, To thee we raise the humble cry; Thine altar is the contrite heart, Thine incense the repentant sigh. 4 O may our land, in this her hour, Confess thy hand, and bless the rod, By penitence make thee her friend, And find in thee a guardian God. 873. C. M. Rippon's Coll. Public Supplication. 1 When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe, Before Jehovah stood, And, with an humble, fervent prayer, For guilty Sodom sued,-- 2 With what success, what wondrous grace, Was his petition crowned! The Lord would spare, if in this place Ten righteous men were found. 3 And could a single pious soul So rich a boon obtain? Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain? 4 Are not the righteous dear to thee Now, as in ancient times? Or does this sinful land exceed Gomorrah in her crimes? 5 Still we are thine; we bear thy name; Here yet is thine abode: Long has thy presence blessed our land: Forsake us not, O God. 874. C. M. Rippon's Coll. Judgments for National Sins Deprecated. 1 Almighty Lord, before thy throne Thy mourning people bend; 'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone Our dying hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful power display; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, And still we live to pray. 3 How changed, alas! are truths divine, For error, guilt, and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name! 4 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord; Convert us by thy grace; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, And see again thy face. 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, We will not yield to fear, Secure of all-sufficient aid, When thou, O God, art near. 875. L. M. Aikin. In time of War. 1 While sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strow the ground, To thee we look, on thee we call, The Parent and the Lord of all. 2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind The image of a heaven-born mind, And in a Father's wide embrace Hast cherished all the kindred race,-- 3 Great God, whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, the furious wind, O, bid the human tempest cease, And hush the maddening world to peace. 4 With reverence may each hostile land Hear and obey that high command, Thy Son's blest errand from above,-- "My creatures, live in mutual love!" 876. 6s. & 4s. M. Montgomery. Thanksgiving Hymn. 1 The God of harvest praise; In loud thanksgivings raise Hand, heart, and voice; The valleys smile and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams rejoice. 2 Yea, bless his holy name, And purest thanks proclaim Through all the earth; To glory in your lot Is duty,--but be not God's benefits forgot, Amidst your mirth. 3 The God of harvest praise; Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord; From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song Bless ye the Lord. 877. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Same. 1 Fountain of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care. 2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And mild, refreshing dew. 4 These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain; A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway; Thy hand all nature hails; Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, Summer nor winter, fails. 878. L. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Great God! as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, Thy favor still has crowned our days, And we would celebrate thy praise. 2 The harvest song we would repeat; "Thou givest us the finest wheat;" "The joy of harvest" we have known; The praise, O Lord! is all thine own. 3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, O give us hearts to bless thee, Lord! Forbid it, Source of light and love, That hearts and lives should barren prove. 4 Another harvest comes apace; Ripen our spirits by thy grace, That we may calmly meet the blow The sickle gives to lay us low. 5 That so, when angel reapers come To gather sheaves to thy blest home, Our spirits may be borne on high To thy safe garner in the sky. 879. L. M. Brettell. Harvest Home. 1 The last full wain has come,--has come! And brought the golden harvest home: The labors of the year are done: Accept our thanks, all-bounteous One! 2 For the green spring, her herbs and flowers, For the warm summer's blooming bowers, For all the fruits that flush the boughs, When russet autumn decks her brows; 3 For the bright sun, whose fervid ray Ripens the corn, and cheers the day; For the round moon, whose yellow light Gilds the long labors of the night; 4 For the rich sea of shining grain, That spreads its waves o'er hill and plain, For the cool breeze, whose light wings fan The weary, sun-burnt husbandman; 5 For the soft herbage of the soil, For ruddy health, the child of toil; For all the good the year displays, Accept, O God, our grateful praise. 880. 8s. & 7s. M. Crosse. The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving. 1 Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts, with true devotion, Own their great and gracious God. 2 Health and every needful blessing Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne. 3 Thee, with humble adoration, Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favored nation May those mercies ever last. 881. 7s. M. Sacred Lyrics. Thanksgiving. 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels, join to sing Praises to the Heavenly King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey,-- Never feel oppression's rod,-- Ever own and worship God. 4 Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong. 882. 7s. M. Ev. Magazine. "Thou crownest the year with goodness." 1 Praise on thee, in Zion's gates, Daily, O Jehovah! waits; Unto thee, O God! belong Grateful words and holy song. 2 Thou the hope and refuge art Of remotest lands apart, Distant isles and tribes unknown, 'Mid the ocean-waste, and lone. 3 Thou dost visit earth, and rain Blessings on the thirsty plain, From the copious founts on high, From the rivers of the sky. 4 Thus the clouds thy power confess, And thy paths drop fruitfulness: And the voice of song and mirth Rises from the tribes of earth. 883. L. M. Presbyterian Coll. Goodness of God Celebrated. 1 Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord; All nature rests upon his word; Mercy and truth his courts maintain, And own his universal reign. 2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Enriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; In all the earth thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year. 884. L. M. L. H. Sigourney. Harvest. 1 God of the year! with songs of praise And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 2 In early spring-time thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in thy blessed ray. 3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 4 Praise,--praise to thee! Our hearts expand To view these blessings of thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above. 885. L. P. M. Kippis. Thanksgiving for National Prosperity. 1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our public blessings spring; Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies, The treasures liberty bestows, Th' eternal joys the gospel shows,-- All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which pours from every foreign shore; Science and art their charms display; Religion teaches us to raise Our voices to our Maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim; This land through every age shall own, Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name. 4 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or man behold the circling sun, O, still may God amidst us reign; Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless, And all our sacred rights maintain. 886. L. M. Doddridge. New Year's Day. 1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand, By which, supported still, we stand: The opening year thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own: The future, all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet, 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, Be thou our joy, and thou our rest: Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. 887. C. M. Doddridge. Reflections for a New Year. 1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year; How swift the weeks complete their rounds! How short the months appear! 2 Yet like an idle tale we pass The swift advancing year; And study artful ways t' increase The speed of its career. 3 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, Its great concerns to see; That I may act the Christian part, And give the year to thee. 4 Thus shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my peaceful soul To joy that never dies. 888. 7s. M. Newton. New Year's Day. 1 While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below: We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the wingéd arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts and leaves no trace behind;-- Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, henceforth, how to live, With eternity in view; Bless thy word to old and young; Fill us with a Saviour's love; When our life's short race is run, May we dwell with thee above. 889. L. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 My helper, God, I bless his name; The same his power, his grace the same; The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close, the year. 2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, Supported by his guardian hand, And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm hath led me on; Thus far I make his mercy known; And, while I tread this mortal land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 890. C. M. Heginbotham. New Year. Providential Goodness. 1 God of our lives, thy various praise Our voices shall resound: Thy hand directs our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round. 2 To thee shall grateful songs arise, Our Father and our Friend, Whose constant mercies from the skies In genial streams descend. 3 In every scene of life, thy care, In every age, we see; And constant as thy favors are, So let our praises be. 4 Still may thy love, in every scene, In every age, appear; And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year. 5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring Our wandering souls to God: In our affliction we shall sing, If thou wilt bless the rod. 891. L. M. John Fawcett. "He holdeth our soul in life." 1 O God, my helper, ever near! Crown with thy smile the present year; Preserve me by thy favor still, And fit me for thy sacred will. 2 My safety, each succeeding hour, Depends on thy supporting power: Accept my thanks for mercies past, And be my guard, while life shall last. 3 My moments move with wingéd haste, Nor know I which shall be the last: Danger and death are ever nigh, And I this year perhaps may die. 4 Prepare me for the trying day; Then call my willing soul away: I'll quit the world at thy command, And trust my spirit to thy hand. 892. C. M. Newton. New Year. Prayer for a Blessing. 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, And make thy glory known; Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone. 2 From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free; And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee. 3 Send down thy spirit from above, That saints may love thee more, And sinners now may learn to love, Who never loved before. 4 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home, May growing numbers worship here, And praise thee in our room. 893. C. M. Bp. Middleton. Self-Examination. New Year. 1 As o'er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? 'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die. 2 The world, and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employed; And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void. 3 Yet, Holy Father! wild despair Chase from my laboring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer. That grace can do the rest. 4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; And when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O speed my soul to thee! 894. 7s. M. Newton. Invocation. New Year. 1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year To the souls assembling here: Clothe thy word with power divine, Make us willing to be thine. 2 Where thou hast thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, Wipe away the mourners' tears. 3 Bless us all, both old and young; Call forth praise from every tongue: Let our whole assembly prove All thy power and all thy love! 895. C. M. Browne. The Closing Year. 1 And now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past: I cannot long continue here; And this may be my last. 2 Part of my doubtful life is gone, Nor will return again; And swift my fleeting moments run-- The few which yet remain! 3 Awake, my soul! with all thy care Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes--how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern? 4 Now a new space of life begins, Set out afresh for heaven; Seek pardon for thy former sins, Through Christ, so freely given. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on his grace depend; With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end. 896. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Time by moments steals away, First the hour and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years. 2 Thus another year is flown; Now it is no more our own, If it brought or promised good, Than the years before the flood. 3 But may none of us forget It has left us much in debt; Who can tell the vast amount Placed to every one's account! 4 Favors, from the Lord received, Sins, that have his spirit grieved, Marked by an unerring hand, In his book recorded stand. 5 If we see another year, May thy blessing meet us here: Sun of righteousness, arise, Warm our hearts and bless our eyes. 897. C. M. Watts. The Same. 1 Time! what an empty vapor 'tis! And days, how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. 2 The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste; That we can never say, they're here; But only say, they're past. 3 Our life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh; The moment when our lives begin We all begin to die. 4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy lasting favors share; Yet, with the bounties of thy grace, Thou load'st the rolling year. 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are clothed with love; While grace stands pointing out the road Which leads our souls above. 898. L. M. Watts. God eternal, and Man mortal. Ps. 90. 1 Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode! High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned into man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. 3 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower Cut down and withered in an hour. 899. L. M. Doddridge. The Closing Year. 1 God of our life! thy constant care With blessings crowns each opening year: These lives so frail thy love prolongs; Be this the burden of our songs. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since, from this day, the changing sun Through his last yearly course has run! 3 We yet survive, but who can say, Or through the year, or month, or day, We shall retain this vital breath, Secure from all the shafts of death? 4 We hold our lives from thee alone, On earth, or in the worlds unknown; To thee our spirits we resign, Make them and own them all as thine. 5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart To know the price of every hour, That time may bear me on to joys Beyond its measure and its power. 900. C. M. The Same. 1 Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly, And hours still hasten on! How swift the circling months run round! How soon the year is gone! 2 How is our debt of love increased To that sustaining Power, Who hath upheld our feeble frame, And blest each rolling hour. 3 For all thy favors, O our God, Thy goodness we adore; Thou hast our cup with blessings filled, And made that cup run o'er. 4 What shall befall in future life, We would not, Lord, inquire: To be prepared for all thy will. Be this our chief desire. 901. 8s. & 7s. M. Estlin. Reliance for the Future. 1 Gracious Source of every blessing! Guard our breasts from anxious fears; May we still thy love possessing, Sink into the vale of years. 2 All our hopes on thee reclining, Peace companion of our way; May our sun, in smiles declining, Rise in everlasting day. SOCIAL AND DOMESTIC WORSHIP. 902. C. M. Ancient Hymns. The Joy of Social Worship. 1 How good and pleasant is the sight, How great the bliss they share, When Christ's assembled flock unite In acts of social prayer! God thither, with paternal care, His face benignant bends; And Jesus, by his spirit there, On faithful hearts descends. 2 To such, by hallowed lips expressed, His grace confirms his word, As once Cornelius' house it blest, From holy Peter heard: On prayer and praise, in faith preferred, His heavenly dew is shed; And he to all, who come prepared, Dispenses heavenly bread. 3 To God, adored in ages past, Enthroned in majesty,-- To God, whose worship aye shall last Throughout eternity,-- To thee, Great God, we bend the knee, And in the Holy Ghost, Through Christ, all glory give to thee, With all thy heavenly host. 903. C. M. Ancient Hymns. The Joy of Social Devotion. 1 O, it is joy in one to meet Whom one communion blends, Council to hold in converse sweet, And talk as Christian friends. 2 'Tis joy to think the angel train, Who 'mid heaven's temple shine, To seek our earthly temples deign, And in our anthems join. 3 But chief, 'tis joy to think that He, To whom his church is dear, Delights her gathered flock to see, Her joint devotions hear. 4 Then who would choose to walk abroad, While here such joys are given? "This is indeed the house of God, And this the gate of heaven!" 904. 7s. M. Anonymous. For a Prayer Meeting. 1 Father, hear us when we pray, Look in mercy from above; Turn not, Lord, thy face away, Hear, and grant thy pardoning love. 2 In the name of Christ we come, Asking grace and seeking peace, Raise our hearts to heaven, our home, And from worldly cares release. 3 Pure and holy may we be, Far removed all vain desire; From all hate and envy free, Let our souls to thee aspire. 4 While we love the Saviour's name, And his words with zeal obey, His sweet promise we may claim;-- "He will meet us when we pray." 905. 7s. M. Methodist Coll. Call to Social Worship. 1 Let us join, as God commands, Let us join our hearts and hands, Help to gain our calling's hope; Help to build each other up; Carry on the Christian's strife; Walk in holiness of life; Faithfully our gifts improve For the sake of him we love;-- 2 Still forget the things behind; Follow Christ in heart and mind; Toward the mark unwearied press; Seize the crown of righteousness, While we walk with God in light, God our hearts will still unite; Dearest fellowship we prove-- Fellowship in Jesus, love. 3 Still, O Lord, our faith increase; Cleanse from all unrighteousness: Thee th' unholy cannot see: Make, O make us meet for thee: Every vile affection kill; Root out every seed of ill; Utterly abolish sin; Write thy law of love within. 906. C. M. Ancient Hymns. Call to Social Worship. 1 O, come, and let th' assembly all To serve our God unite, And, mindful of the social call, Partake the social rite. 2 In token of the common vow, Be ours, with one consent, The worship of the lowly brow, And knees devoutly bent! 3 But chief, inflamed with heavenly fire, Devotion's better part, Be ours instinct with one desire, The worship of the heart! 4 Let each, let all, their prayers above, In one oblation bend, And God, the God of peace and love, On all, on each descend! 907. C. M. Methodist Coll. Call to Worship. 1 Father, united by thy grace, And each to each endeared With confidence we seek thy face, And know our prayer is heard. 2 Still let us own our common Lord, And bear his easy yoke, A band of love, a three-fold cord Which never can be broke. 3 Make us into one spirit drink; Baptize into one name; And let us always kindly think, And sweetly speak the same. 4 Touched by the loadstone of thy love, Let all our hearts agree; And ever towards each other move, And ever move towards thee. 908. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll. For Brotherly Love. 1 God of love, we look to thee; Let us in thy Son agree; Show to us the Prince of Peace; Bid our jars forever cease. By thy reconciling love, Every stumbling-block remove; Each to each unite, endear; Come, and spread thy banner here. 2 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind; Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. Let us for each other care; Each the other's burden bear; To thy church the pattern give; Show how true believers live. 3 Free from anger and from pride, Let us thus in God abide; All the depths of love express, All the heights of holiness. Let us, then, with joy remove To the family above; On the wings of angels fly; Show how true believers die. 909. L. M. Newton. Meeting of Christian Friends. 1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give. 2 May he by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When Christians meet together thus; We only wish to speak of him Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 4 We'll talk of all he did, and said, And suffered, for us here below, The path he marked for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. 910. L. M. Cowper. For Social Worship. 1 Our God, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 4 Lord, we are few, but thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear: O, rend the heavens, comes quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own! 911. L. M. Ancient Hymns. Commendatory of Christian Union. 1 Blest with unearthly bliss were they Who saw the church's infant day, And strove their Christian part to bear, By sign and spirit joined with her. 2 The truth, which Christ's apostles taught, Then ruled each faithful convert's thought; Each aimed in unity to keep Unrent th' apostles' fellowship. 3 The bread, with rites harmonious broke, The union of all hearts bespoke; And prayer, with lips united prayed, The union of all minds displayed. 4 O thus that Christians still would live, And thus delightful witness give, How well the debt of love they know, To Christ and to his church they owe! 912. 6s. & 8s. M. Methodist Coll. For Union. 1 Thou God of truth and love, We seek thy perfect way, Ready thy choice t' approve, Thy providence t' obey; Enter into thy wise design, And sweetly lose our will in thine. 2 Why hast thou cast our lot In the same age and place? And why together brought To see each other's face? To join with softest sympathy, And mix our friendly souls in thee? 3 Didst thou not make us one, That we might one remain, Together travel on, And bear each other's pain; Till all thy utmost goodness prove And rise renewed in perfect love? 913. 7s. M. Methodist Coll. For Union of Heart. 1 God, from whom all blessings flow, Perfecting the saints below, Hear us, who thy nature share, Who thy loving children are. Join us, in one spirit join, Let us still receive of thine: Still for more on thee we call, Thou who fillest all in all! 2 Closer knit us to our Head; Nourish us, in Christ, and feed; Let us daily growth receive, More and more in Jesus live. Move, and actuate, and guide; Divers gifts to each divide: Placed according to thy will, Let us all our work fulfil; 3 Sweetly may we all agree, Touched with softest sympathy; Kindly for each other care; Every member feel its share. Love, like death, hath all destroyed, Rendered our distinctions void! Names, and sects, and parties fall: Thou, O God, art all in all! 914. C. M. Milton. The Blessedness of the Devout. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord, From noise and trouble free; How beautiful the sweet accord Of souls that pray to thee. 2 Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high, They are the truly blest, Who only will on thee rely, In thee alone will rest. 3 They pass refreshed the thirsty vale, The dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful, watery dale, Where springs and showers abound. 4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length. In Zion do appear. 5 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; No good from him shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right. 915. C. M. Wesley's Coll. For Mutual Edification. 1 Help us to help each other, Lord, Each other's cross to bear! Let each his friendly aid afford, And feel his brother's care. 2 Help us to build each other up; Our little stock improve; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. 3 Up into thee, our living Head, Let us in all things grow, Till thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless here below. 916. 7s. M. Methodist Coll. Invocation. 1 Father, at thy footstool see Those who now are one in thee: Draw us by thy grace alone; Give, O give us to thy Son. 2 Jesus, friend of human kind, Let us in thy name be joined; Each to each unite and bless; Keep us still in perfect peace. 3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove, Shed thy overshadowing love; Love, the sealing grace impart; Dwell within our single heart. 917. C. M. Anonymous. The Love of the Brethren. 1 A holy air is breathing round, A savor from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love. 2 O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, And love nor thee nor thine. 3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught, And all thy gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer to our Lord. 918. C. M. Watts. Christian Union. 1 Lo! what an entertaining sight Those friendly brethren prove, Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite Of harmony and love! 2 Where streams of bliss from Christ, the spring, Descend to every soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole. 3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shows, And makes his grace distil. 919. S. M. Sacred Lyrics. Morning Prayer Meeting. 1 How sweet the melting lay, Which breaks upon the ear, When, at the hour of rising day, Christians unite in prayer! 2 The breezes waft their cries Up to Jehovah's throne; He listens to their humble sighs, And sends his blessings down. 3 So Jesus rose to pray Before the morning light,-- Once on the chilling mount did stay, And wrestle all the night. 4 Glory to God on high, Who sends his blessings down To rescue souls condemned to die, And make his people one. 920. C. M. Ancient Hymns. Social Evening Worship. 1 O, 'Tis a scene the heart to move, When, at the close of day, Whom God unites in Christian love Unite their thanks to pay. 2 What though the number be but small; Whenever two or three Join on the Saviour's name to call, There in the midst is he. 3 When faithful and repentant hearts His heavenly grace ensue, His grace, intreated, he imparts To many or to few. 4 O, come, then, and, with joint accord, In social worship meet; And, mindful of the Saviour's word, The Saviour's boon intreat. 921. 7s. M. Newton. Parting Hymn. 1 For a season called to part, Let us then ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend. 2 Father, hear our humble prayer! Tender shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 3 In thy strength may we be strong; Sweeten every cross and pain; Give us, if we live, ere long, Here to meet in peace again. 922. C. M. Methodist Coll. The Same. 1 Through thee we now together came, In singleness of heart; We met, O, Jesus, in thy name, And in thy name we part. 2 We part in body, not in mind; Our minds continue one; And, each to each in Jesus joined, We hand in hand go on. 3 Present we still in spirit are, And intimately nigh, While on the wings of faith and prayer We each to other fly. 4 Our life is hid with Christ in God; Our life shall soon appear, And shed his glory all abroad In all his members here. 923. L. M. Doddridge. The Christian Farewell. 1 Thy presence, everlasting God! Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad: Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In every place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain; When sep'rate, happy if we share Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care. 3 To thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts near thy feet; Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard and guide us still as thine. 4 Give us in thy belovéd house, Again to pay our grateful vows; Or, if that joy no more be known, Give us to meet around thy throne. 924. 8s. & 7s. M. C. Wesley. Domestic Worship. 1 Peace be to this habitation; Peace to all that dwell therein; Peace, the earnest of salvation; Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver; Peace, to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine, that lasts forever; Peace, that comes from God alone. 2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us; Fix in all our hearts thy home; With thy gracious presence cheer us; Let thy sacred kingdom come; Raise to heaven our expectation, Give our favored souls to prove Glorious and complete salvation, In the realms of bliss above. 925. L. M. Doddridge & Merrick. The Same. Ps. 128. 1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord, And walks by his unerring word; Comfort and peace his days attend, And God will ever prove his friend. 2 To him who condescends to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell, Be our domestic altars raised, And daily let his name be praised. 3 To him may each assembled house Present their night and morning vows; And children of the rising race Be taught his precepts and his grace. 4 When nature droops, our aged eyes Shall see our children's children rise; Till pleased and thankful we remove, And join the family above. 926. L. M. Scott. Family Religion. 1 Where'er the Lord shall build my house, An altar to his name I'll raise; There, morn and evening, shall ascend The sacrifice of prayer and praise. 2 With duteous mind, the social band Shall search the records of thy law; There learn thy will, and humbly bow With filial reverence and awe. 3 Here may he fix his sacred seat, And spread the banner of his love; Till, ripened for a happier state, We meet the family above. 927. L. M. 6l. Methodist Coll. Religion at Home. 1 When quiet in my house I sit Thy book be my companion still; My joy thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heart-felt word be mine. 2 O may the gracious words divine Mingled with all my converse be: So will the Lord his follower join, And walk and talk himself with me; So shall my heart his presence prove And burn with everlasting love. 3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, O, may the reconciling word Sweetly compose my weary breast, While, trusting in my gracious Lord, I sink in peaceful dreams away, And visions of eternal day! 4 Rising to sing my Father's praise, Thee may I publish all day long; And let thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart and fill my tongue; Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above. 928. S. M. Watts. Family Affection from Religious Principles. 1 How pleasing, Lord! to see, How pure is the delight, When mutual love, and love to thee, A family unite! 2 From these celestial springs Such streams of comfort flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow. 3 No bliss can equal theirs, Where such affections meet; While mingled praise and mingled prayers Make their communion sweet. 4 'Tis the same pleasure fills The breast in worlds above; Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. 929. C. M. Taylor's Coll. The Family Altar. 1 Great God! where'er we pitch our tent, Let us an altar raise, And there, with humble frame, present Our sacrifice of praise. 2 To thee we give our health and strength, While health and strength shall last, For future mercies humbly trust, Nor e'er forget the past. 930. C. M. Barry Cornwall. For a Sick Child. 1 Send down thy wingéd angel; God! Amidst this night so wild, And bid him come where now we watch, And breathe upon our child! 2 It lies upon its pillow, pale, And moans within its sleep, Or wakeneth with a patient smile, And striveth not to weep! 3 How gentle and how good a child It is, we know too well; And dearer to its parents' hearts Than our weak words can tell. 4 We love,--we watch throughout the night, To aid, where need may be; We hope,--and have despaired at times; But now we turn to thee! 5 Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God! Amidst the darkness wild, And bid him soothe our souls to-night, And heal our gentle child! 931. C. M. Heber. In Times of Domestic Distress. 1 O God, that madest earth and sky! The darkness and the day! Give ear to this thy family, And help us when we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness Around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart To view the rocky shore! 2 The cross our Master bore for us, For him we fain would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, And courage to despair! Then mercy on our failings, Lord! Our sinking faith renew! And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience too. 932. C. M. Doddridge. Sickness and Recovery. 1 My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew thy praise? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o'er the grave, And nature sunk with pain. 3 I calmly bowed my fainting head On thy dear, faithful breast, And waited for my Father's call To his eternal rest. 4 Back from the borders of the grave, At thy command, I come; Nor will I ask a speedier flight To my celestial home. 5 Where thou appointest mine abode There would I choose to be; For in thy presence death is life, And earth is heaven with thee. 933. C. M. H. K. White. A Family Evening Prayer. 1 O Lord, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. 2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear To praises low as ours! Thou wilt; for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. 3 O, let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace. 4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. 5 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. 934. L. M. S. S. Cutting. Family Hymn. Evening. 1 Father, we bless the gentle care That watches o'er us day by day, That guards us from the tempter's snare, And guides us in the heavenward way:-- We bless thee for the tender love, That mingles all our hearts in one,-- The music of the soul;--above 'Tis purer spirits' unison. 2 Father, 'tis evening's solemn hour, And cast we now our cares on thee; Darkly the storm may round us lower,-- Peace is within,--Christ makes us free,-- And when life's toil and joy are o'er, And evening gathers on its sky, Our circle broke,--we sing no more,-- O, may we meet and sing on high. MORNING AND EVENING HYMNS. 935. L. M. Keble. Morning Hymn. 1 Oh! timely happy, timely wise. Hearts that with rising morn arise! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new! 2 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 4 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleams of love and prayer, Shall dawn on every cross and care. 936. L. M. Bishop Kenn. Morning Resolutions. 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 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3 In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins like morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 937. C. M. Montgomery. Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning. 1 What secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky; 2 'Tis thine, my God,--the same that kept My resting hours from harm; No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath th' Almighty's arm. 3 'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings, Like manna scattered round, And clothes me, as the lily springs In beauty from the ground. 4 In death's dark valley though I stray 'Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend. 5 May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place. 938. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. Morning Hymn. 1 Now, the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light comes on; Lord, may we be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away. 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand, and watch and pray. 3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin. 4 When our work of life is past, O, receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore. 939. L. M. Watts. The Same. 1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3 O, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way. 4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 940. C. M. Mrs. Steele. The Same. 1 Lord of my life! O may thy praise Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days. And fills the circling hours! 2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm, And see returning light. 3 While many spend the night in sighs And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I close my eyes And undisturbed repose. 4 When sleep death's semblance o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay. 5 O let the same almighty care My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps defend. 941. L. M. Watts. Morning or Evening Hymn. 1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening 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 sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 942. 8s. & 7s. M. Edmeston. Confidence in God's Protection. 1 Father, breathe an evening blessing Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us; We are safe, if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And command us to the tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright, eternal bloom. 943. 7s. M. Bowring. Morning or Evening.--All from God. 1 Father! thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide! Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity. 2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene, Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine; These--and all life's holiest things, And its fairest--all are thine. 3 And for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn unwearied--righteous One! Through life's strange vicissitude There reposing all my care, Trusting still through ill and good, Fixed and cheered and counselled there. 944. 7s. & 6s. M. Sacred Songs. Reflections at Sunset. 1 The mellow eve is gliding Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding, My soul would sink to rest. 2 The woodland hum is ringing The daylight's gentle close; May angels round me singing, Thus hymn my last repose. 3 The evening star has lighted Her crystal lamp on high; So, when in death benighted, May hope illume the sky. 4 In golden splendor dawning, The morrow's light shall break; O, on the last bright morning May I in glory wake. 945. L. M. Watts. Evening Hymn. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days! And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head: While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O, may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear Thy love and kindness in my heart. 5 And when the night of death shall come, Still may I trust almighty love,-- The love which triumphs o'er the tomb, And leads to perfect bliss above. 946. L. M. Kenn. Trusting God. Evening Hymn. 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, through thy dear Son The ills which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 O, may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close! Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 4 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep; Thy watchful station near me keep; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill. 5 Lord, let my heart forever share The bliss of thy paternal care: 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love. 947. C. M. Anonymous. Evening Hymn. 1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O let my grateful praise and prayer Ascend before thy throne! 2 What mercies has this day bestowed! How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflowed, With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now may sweet slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise To meditate on thee. 4 So bless each future day and night, Till life's fond scene is o'er; At length, to realms of endless light Enraptured let me soar. 948. L. M. Keble. "Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent." 1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought now sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 949. 7s. M. Doddridge. Evening Hymn. 1 Interval of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head! Welcome slumbers to mine eyes, Tired with glaring vanities! 2 My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose: By my heavenly Father blest, Thus I give my powers to rest. 3 Heavenly Father, gracious name! Night and day his love the same! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot! 4 Thou, my ever-bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good; Thy kind eye which cannot sleep, My defenceless hours shall keep. 5 Blest vicissitude to me! Day and night I'm still with thee; Guarded thus I sink to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast 950. S. M. Curtis' Coll. Flight of Time. 1 Another day is past, The hours forever fled, And time is bearing us away To mingle with the dead. 2 Our minds in perfect peace Our Father's care shall keep, We yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep. 3 How blesséd, Lord, are they On thee securely stayed! Nor shall they be in life alarmed, Nor be in death dismayed. 951. S. M. Anonymous. Evening Hymn. 1 The day is past and gone; The evening shades appear; O, may we all remember well The night of death draws near! 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death shall soon disrobe us all Of what is here possessed. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us, while we sleep, Till morning light appears! 952. 8s. & 7s. M. (Peculiar.) Kelly. An Evening Offering. 1 Through the day thy love hath spared us, Now we lay us down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest; Father, thou our guardian be, Sweet it is to trust in thee. 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes,-- Us and ours preserve from dangers, In thine arms let us repose, And, when life's short day is past, Rest with thee in heaven at last. 953. 7s. M. Missionary Mag. Evening Hymn. 1 Lord of glory! King of power! In this lone and silent hour, While the shades of darkness rise, And the eve is on the skies, By thy blessing, as the dews, Which yon shaded skies diffuse, Bid our feverish passions cease; Calm us with thy promised peace. 2 Wheresoe'er the brow of pain Seeks oblivion's balm in vain, Or the form of watchful grief Knows not of the night's relief, There thy pity, softening power, There the spirit's calm restore; Till each tongue, from murmuring free, Wakes the hymn of praise to thee. 954. P. M. Bp. Heber. Evening Aspiration. God, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light,-- Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night,-- May thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night. 955. 7s. M. Anonymous. Evening Hymn. Ps. 141:2. 1 Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I will commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within: Pardon each infirmity, Open fault and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away; Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 956. L. M. Kenn. Midnight. 1 My God, I now from sleep awake; The sole possession of me take; From midnight terrors me secure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie, You hallelujahs sing on high; You joyful hymn the Ever-blest, Before the throne, and never rest. 3 I with your choir celestial join, In offering up a hymn divine; With you in heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farewell. 4 Blest Jesus, thou, on heaven 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 ardors kindle in my heart: One ray of thy all-quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 957. S. M. Conder. Saturday Evening. 1 The hours of evening close; Its lengthened shadows, drawn O'er scenes of earth, invite repose, And wait the Sabbath dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail O'er forms of outward care; Nor thought for "many things" assail The still retreat of prayer. 3 Our guardian Shepherd near His watchful eye will keep; And, safe from violence and fear, Will fold his flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light Than earth's our spirits rouse, And call us, strengthened by his might, To pay the Lord our vows. 958. L. M. 6l. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Sweet to the soul the parting ray, That ushers placid evening in, When with the still, expiring day, The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin; How grateful to the anxious breast, The sacred hours of holy rest. 2 Hushed is the tumult of this day, And worldly cares and business cease; While soft the vesper breezes play, To hymn the glad return of peace. O season blest! O moment given To turn the vagrant thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this hallowed hour shall come, O raise my thoughts from earthly things, And bear them to my heavenly home, On living faith's immortal wings-- Till the last gleam of life decay, In one eternal Sabbath day. 959. L. M. Cunningham. Sabbath Morning. 1 Dear is the hallowed morn to me, When Sabbath bells awake the day, And, by their sacred minstrelsy, Call me from earthly cares away. 2 And dear to me the wingéd hour, Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. 3 And dear to me the loud Amen, Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God. 4 Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. 5 Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms; Ours be the prophet's car of fire That bears us to a Father's arms. 960. L. M. Anonymous. Sabbath Evening. 1 There is a time when moments flow More happily than all beside; It is, of all the times below, A Sabbath of the eventide. 2 O then the setting sun shines fair, And all below, and all above, The various forms of Nature, wear One universal garb of love. 3 And then the peace that Jesus brought The life of grace eternal beams, And we, by his example taught, Improve the life his love redeems. 4 Delightful scene! a world at rest; A God all love; no grief, no fear; A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile, unsullied by a tear. MISCELLANEOUS. 961. L. M. Edwards. Sabbath Hymn with Nature. 1 King of the world! I worship thee: Lord of the mind! the Sabbath's thine:-- A contrite heart, a bended knee, To-day shall be my corn, my wine. A choral song for sacrifice Will mount as fire, and heavenward own The green-leaved earth, through joys and sighs A satellite round Mercy's throne. 2 The moon comes up to wake the dew, And hang a star on every leaf; The sun can take a rainbow hue, To kiss away the meadow's grief; The wave will lay its buoyance by, To let the cloud take anchor there; Earth, through her flowers, salutes the sky; The sky meets earth in balmy air. 3 And I was born to see and say How beauty beams, without, within: From the fly, made to gild a day, To my own soul, outliving sin. Even now I feel thy cherubim Have come to me from thee, All-wise!-- Then, Silence, thou shalt be my hymn, And thought, my only sacrifice. 962. C. M. Herbert. The Soul's Beauty Unfading. 1 Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bridal of earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou, alas! must die. 2 Sweet rose! in air whose odors wave, And color charms the eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou, alas! must die. 3 Sweet spring! of days and roses made, Whose charms for beauty vie, Thy days depart, thy roses fade; Thou too, alas! must die. 4 Only a sweet and holy soul Hath tints that never fly; While flowers decay, and seasons roll, This lives, and cannot die. 963. L. M. Bowring. Evening Hymn with Nature. 1 To Thee, my God! to thee I bring The evening's grateful offering; From thee, the source of joy above, Flow everlasting streams of love; And all the rays of light that shine, And bless creation, Lord! are thine. 2 The morn, when stepping down the hills-- The noon, which all creation fills With glory; evening's placid fall, The twilight and the raven pall Of midnight; all alike proclaim Thy great, thine all impressive name. 3 And from the little worm, whose light Shines palely through the shades of night, Up to the sparkling stars that run Their evening rounds--or glorious sun, Rolling his car to twilight's rest-- All, all in thee is bright and blest. 4 And over all--above, below, We see thee--ever-present thou! In every wandering rill that flows, In every gentle breeze that blows; In every rising, setting sun, We trace thee--own thee--holy One! 5 Yes! in the mid-day's fervid beams, And in the midnight's shadowy dreams, In action and repose, we see, We recognize and worship thee; To thee our worthiest songs would give, And in thee die, and to thee live. 964. 7s. M. B. Barton. "He shall be like a tree planted in the rivers of water." 1 Blessed state! and happy he Who is like that planted tree; Living waters lave his root, Bends his bough with golden fruit. 2 When the seedling from its bed First lifts up its timid head, Ministry of thine must give. All on which its life can live. 3 Showers from thee must bid it thrive, Breath of thine must oft revive; Light from thee its bloom supplies,-- Left by thee it fades and dies. 4 Thine, O Lord! the power and praise Which a sight like this displays; Power of thine must plant it there, Praise of thee it should declare. 965. 11s. M. (Peculiar.) F. Osgood. "Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise." 1 Approach not the altar With gloom in thy soul; Nor let thy feet falter, From terror's control! God loves not the sadness Of fear and mistrust; Oh serve him with gladness-- The Gentle, the Just! 2 His bounty is tender, His being is love, His smile fills with splendor, The blue arch above. Confiding, believing, Oh! enter always, "His courts with thanksgiving-- His portals with praise!" 3 Nor come to the temple With pride in thy mien; But lowly and simple, In courage serene. Bring meekly, before him, The faith of a child: Bow down and adore him, With heart undefiled. 966. L. M. Miss Carey. Light and Darkness. 1 Our Father, when beside the tomb We mourn the unconscious dead below, Thy angels come amid the gloom, With solace for our doubt and woe. And looking through the shades of death To that bright land where none can die, How clearly then the eye of faith Beholds the portals of the sky! 2 And they whose lives serenely even In pleasure's flowery way have kept, Have never known the love of heaven, As they whose souls have mourned and wept! For stricken by the hand of woe, The soul must seek a Father's love, And they who weep can only know What healing balm is found above! 3 And one repentant hour of tears, Of sweet communion and of prayer, Is worth a thousand, thousand years Where pleasure's thoughtless children are! And O, if ever man below Draws nearer to the eternal throne, 'Tis when his soul, subdued by woe, Seeks refuge with its God above! 967. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith. "It is I, be not afraid." 1 When Power Divine, in mortal form, Hushed with a word the raging storm, In soothing accents Jesus said, "Lo, it is I!--be not afraid." 2 So, when in silence nature sleeps, And his lone watch the mourner keeps, One thought, shall every pang remove-- Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 Blessed be the voice that breathes from heaven, To every heart in sunder riven, When love, and joy, and hope are fled, "Lo it is I!--be not afraid." 968. L. M. Bowring. Joy after Sorrow. 1 As, when the deluge-waves were gone, Hills, plains, and vales in freshness burst, And nature's earliest rainbow shone On scenes more lovely than the first, 2 Loosed from the ark, a heavenly dove, The promise-branch of olive bore,-- Pledge of returning peace and love That beamed more brightly than before:-- 3 So when affliction's waters glide From the enfranchised soul away, More peaceful, pure, and sanctified, The soul emerges into day. 4 And then, as with the olive bough The heavenly dove of old drew near, Some gentle words of truth will flow, In holy music on the ear. 5 O'er all the transient things of time, The oblivious foot of years hath trod; But all that's sacred and sublime Stands steadfast as the truth of God. 969. 7s. M. Bowring. Pious Worship. 1 In thy courts let peace be found, Be thy temple full of love; There we tread on holy ground, All serene, around, above. 2 While the knee in prayer is bent, While with praise the heart o'erflows, Tranquillize the turbulent! Give the weary one repose! 3 Be the place for worship meet, Meet the worship for the place; Contemplation's best retreat, Shrine of guilelessness and grace! 4 As an infant knows its home, Lord! may we thy temples know; Thither for instruction come-- Thence by thee instructed go. 970. L. M. Cunningham. An Ancient Church. 1 Long be our fathers' temple ours, Far hence the time in which it falls; A thousand spirits watch its bowers, A cloud of angels guard its walls. 2 And be their shield by us possessed; Lord, rear around the blest abode, The buttress of a holy breast, The rampart of a present God. 971. C. M. Anonymous. The Widow's Prayer. 1 Though faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe, My widowed feet are doomed to stray 'Mid thorny paths below. 2 Be thou, O Lord, my Father still, My confidence and guide: I know that perfect is thy will, Whate'er that will decide. 3 I know the soul that trusts in thee Thou never wilt forsake; And though a bruiséd reed I be, That reed thou wilt not break. 4 Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go, Support me on my way, Though, worn with poverty and woe, My widowed footsteps stray. 5 To give my weakness strength, O God, Thy staff shall yet avail; And though thou chasten with thy rod, That staff shall never fail. 972. C. M. Anonymous. The Orphan's Hymn. 1 Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes! 2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? My father's dead--my mother's dead; My God, remember me! 3 Thy gracious promise now fulfil, And bid my trouble cease; In thee the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace and peace. 4 I've not a secret care or pain, But he that secret knows; Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes! 973. 7s. M. Bowring. "The rich and poor meet together." 1 Come the rich and come the poor, To the Christian temple door; Let their mingled prayers ascend To the universal Friend. 2 Here the rich and poor may claim Common ancestry and name; Claim a common heritage, In the gospel's promise page. 3 Of the same materials wrought; By the same instructor taught; Walking in life's common way; Tending to the same decay. 4 Rich and poor at last shall meet At the heavenly mercy seat; Where the name of rich and poor Never shall be uttered more. 974. L. M. Bowring. Temptation. 1 Oh, what a struggle wakes within, When in the spirit's solitude, The tempting, treacherous thoughts of sin, In all their luring smiles intrude! 2 'Tis then, my Father! then I feel My nature's weakness, and, oppressed, Like a poor trembling child I steal To thee, for safety, and for rest. 3 Beneath thy shadow let me live! Be thou my Friend--my Father be! I bend in trust--I pray! forgive The erring child that flies to thee! 975. L. M. Anonymous. The Faithful Minister. 1 "Let there be light!"--When from on high, O God, that first commandment came, Forth leaped the sun; and earth and sky Lay in his light, and felt his flame. 2 "Let there be light!"--The light of grace And truth, a darkling world to bless, Came with thy word, when on our race Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness. 3 Light of our souls! how strong it grows: That sun, how wide his beams he flings, As up the glorious sky he goes, With light and healing in his wings! 4 Give us that light! O God, 'tis given! Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls To those who for the truth have striven; And Faith walks firmly where it falls. 5 Churches no more, in cold eclipse, Mourn the withholding of its rays; It gilds their gates, and on the lips Of every faithful preacher plays. 976. P. M. Moore. Fall of Israel. 1 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel!-- Silence is on all thy plains,-- Thy dwellings all lie desolate,-- Thy children weep in chains. Where are the dews that fed thee On Ethan's barren shore? That fire from heaven that led thee Now lights thy path no more! 2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem! Once she was all thy own! Her love thy fairest heritage, Her power thy glory's throne; Till evil came and blighted Thy long-loved olive tree, And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee. 3 Then sunk the star of Solyma, Then passed her glory's day, Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away. Silent and waste her bowers, Where once the mighty trod; And sunk those guilty towers, Where Baal reigned as God. 977. L. M. Anonymous. Remonstrance with the Jews. 1 Why on the bending willows hung, Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string?-- Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, And Zion's song denies to sing? 2 Awake! thy sweetest raptures raise; Let harp and voice unite their strains Thy promised King his sceptre sways; Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns! 3 No taunting foes the song require: No strangers mock thy captive chain: But friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, If other lands thy triumph share: A heavenly city claims thy song; A brighter Salem rises there. 5 By foreign streams no longer roam; Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood: In every clime behold a home, In every temple see thy God. 978. 8s. & 7s. M. Cowper. The Glory of the Redeemed. 1 Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you; Thorns of heart-felt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; Ye shall name your walls, Salvation, And your gates shall all be praise. 2 "There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow; Still, in undisturbed possession, Peace and righteousness shall reign: Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again. 3 "Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs forever ending, Find eternal noon in me; God shall rise, and shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God, your everlasting light." 979. C. M. Ancient Hymns. The Noble Army of Martyrs. 1 The triumphs of the martyred saints The joyous lay demand; The heart delights in song to dwell On that victorious band-- Those whom the senseless world abhorred, Who cast the world aside, Deeming it worthless, for the sake Of Christ, their Lord and Guide. 2 For him they braved the tyrant's rage, The scourge's cruel smart; The wild beast's fang their bodies tore, But vanquished not the heart; Like lambs before the sword they fell, Nor cry nor plaint expressed; For patience kept the conscious mind And armed the fearless breast. 3 What tongue can tell the crown prepared The martyr's brow to grace? His shining robe, his joys unknown, Before thy glorious face? Vouchsafe us, Lord, if such thy will. Clear skies and seasons calm; If not, the martyr's cross to bear, And win the martyr's palm. 980. 6s. M. Luther. The Death of Martyrs. 1 Flung to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, Their ashes shall be watched, And gathered at the last: And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. 2 The Father hath received Their latest living breath; Yet vain is Satan's boast Of victory in their death: Still, still, though dead, they speak, And trumpet-tongued proclaim To many a wakening land The one availing name. 981. S. M. Ancient Hymns. Thanks for all Saints. 1 For all thy saints, O God, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all thy saints, O God, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward, And strove in him to die. 3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do. 4 For this thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in thee. 982. 7s. & 6s. M. (Peculiar.) Meth. Coll. Quiet Religion. 1 Open, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear The comfort of thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent I am now and still, Dare not in thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love. 983. L. M. 8l. H. Ballou, 2d. "A Hiding-place from the Wind," &c. 1 When dread misfortune's tempests rise, And roar through all the darkened skies, Where shall the anxious pilgrim gain A shelter from the wind and rain? Within the covert of thy grace, O Lord, there is a hiding-place, Where, unconcerned, we hear the sound, Though storm and tempest rage around. 2 When, wandering o'er the desert bare Of burning sands and sultry air, We've sought the cheerless region through, But found no stream to meet our view,-- 'Tis then, the rivers of thy love, Descending from thy throne above, Supply our wants, and soothe our pain, And raise our fainting souls again. 3 When in a weary land we tire, And our exhausted powers expire, With toil, and care, and heat oppressed, Where shall our languid spirits rest? O, who could bear the blasting ray, And all the burden of the day, Did not a Rock in Zion stand, O'ershading all this weary land! 984. C. M. H. Ware. On Opening an Organ. 1 All nature's works his praise declare To whom they all belong; There is a voice in every star, In every breeze a song. Sweet music fills the world abroad With strains of love and power; The stormy sea sings praise to God-- The thunder and the shower. 2 To God the tribes of ocean cry, And birds upon the wing; To God, the powers that dwell on high Their tuneful tribute bring. Like them let man the throne surround, With them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftiest sound Assist his feeble praise. 3 Great God! to thee we consecrate Our voices and our skill; We bid the pealing organ wait To speak alone thy will. Oh, teach its rich and swelling notes To lift our souls on high; And while the music round us floats, Let earth-born passion die. 985. C. M. L. H. Sigourney. Marriage Hymn. 1 Not for the summer's hour alone, When skies resplendent shine, And youth and pleasure fill the throne, Our hearts and hands we join; 2 But for those stern and wintry days Of sorrow, pain, and fear, When Heaven's wise discipline doth make Our earthly journey drear;-- 3 Not for this span of life alone, Which like a blast doth fly, And as the transient flowers of grass, Just blossom, droop, and die;-- 4 But for a being without end This vow of love we take; Grant us, O God, one home at last, For thy great mercy's sake. 986. 7s. & 6s. M. Heber. The Same. 1 When on her Maker's bosom The new-born earth was laid, And nature's opening blossom Its fairest bloom displayed; When all with fruits and flowers, The laughing soil was dressed, And Eden's fragrant bowers Received their human guest,-- 2 No sin his face defiling, The heir of nature stood, And God, benignly smiling, Beheld that all was good. Yet in that hour of blessing A single want was known,-- A wish the heart distressing,-- For Adam was alone. 3 O God of pure affection, By men and saints adored, O, give us thy protection Around this nuptial board. May thy rich bounties ever To wedded love be shown, And no rude hand dissever Whom thou hast linked in one. 987. L. M. C. Sprague. For the Blessing of Schools. 1 O Thou, at whose dread name we bend, To whom our purest vows we pay, God over all, in love descend, And bless the labors of this day. 2 Our fathers here, a pilgrim band, Fixed the proud empire of the free; Art moved in gladness o'er the land, And Faith her altars reared to thee. 3 Here, too, to guard, through every age, The sacred rights their valor won, They bade instruction spread her page, And send down truth from sire to son. 4 Here still, through all succeeding time, Their stores may truth and learning bring And still the anthem-note sublime To thee from children's children sing. 988. L. M. J. G. Adams. Dedication of a School-house. 1 God of our fathers! from whose hand Came all our lights and blessings down,-- Who this devoted, favored land Dost with thy choicest mercy crown! 2 To Learning and to Knowledge reared-- We dedicate with prayer and praise This edifice, to thee, revered Above all gods, through endless days! 3 Accept the offering--deign to dwell With thy confiding children here; The shades of Ignorance dispel,-- In Truth's omnipotence appear! 4 Here through successive years may come The youthful mind--fair Wisdom's guest; Long be this house Instruction's home, When those who reared it sink to rest. 989. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 Raise the adoring song! Praises to God belong, In this glad hour! He who from worlds on high, Spreads over earth and sky Proofs of his majesty, Goodness and power! 2 Praise, that Instruction's voice Bids the young heart rejoice In this fair land; Praise, that the humblest mind Wisdom's true light may find, Ground on which all inclined Freely may stand. 3 Source of all holiness! With thy rich favor bless This house of thine; Here be true knowledge sought, Here purest wisdom taught, Wisdom with Freedom fraught, Freedom divine! 990. C. M. P. H. Sweetser. The Same. 1 Let monumental pillars rise In majesty sublime-- Their granite columns shall decay Before the touch of time. 2 But mind, enlightened and refined, Shall live beyond the sky, And heavenly sciences explore, When time itself shall die! 3 A nobler monument we raise Than costly marble pile-- A beacon light to lead the way From ignorance and guile. 4 This house, with prayer, O God, we give To truth's supreme control; To virtue and progressive thought, The riches of the soul. 991. L. M. Anonymous. The River of Life. 1 There is a pure and peaceful wave, That issues from the throne of love, Whose waters gladden as they lave The bright and heavenly courts above. 2 In living streams behold that tide Through Christ the rock profusely burst; And in his word, behold supplied The fount for which our spirits thirst. 3 The pilgrim faint, who seems to sink Beneath the sultry sky of time, May here repose, and freely drink The waters of that better clime. 4 And every soul may here partake The blessings of the fount above; And none who drink will e'er forsake The crystal stream of boundless love. 992. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Soldier of the Cross. 1 Soldier, to the contest pressing, Onward, let thy watchword be; God upon thee pours his blessing; What though man derideth thee! 2 Onward, though the fagot's burning By thy pathway's only light; Onward, death and danger spurning; Onward in the path of right! 3 God, for all thy wants providing, Armor trusty hath for thee; Gird thyself, in him confiding, With the goodly panoply: 4 Righteousness thy breast defending, And thy feet with justice shod: Onward; with the foe contending, Wield thy sword, the word of God. 5 Thine the helmet of salvation, Faith thy mighty shield shall be; And let prayer and supplication, Lance and glorious falchion be; 6 Onward then, with bold contending, In the path the martyrs trod: God to thee his strength is lending; Onward, in the strength of God. 993. C. M. Anonymous. On Occasion of a Destructive Fire. 1 Eternal God, our humbled souls Before thy presence bow; With all thy wasting magazines, How terrible art thou! 2 The flames thy messengers become, And their destruction pour, And that which we in strength had reared Lies mouldered in an hour. 3 Within our pleasant places, Lord, Destruction rears its head, And blackened walls and smoking heaps Along our streets are spread. 4 Lord, in this hour we come to thee, With awe adore thy name; Yet bless the hand of guardian love, That snatched us from the flame. 994. C. M. E. H. Chapin. During or after a Great Storm. 1 Amid surrounding gloom and waste, From nature's face we flee; And in our fear and wonder haste O nature's life, to thee! Thy ways are in the mighty deep; In tempests as they blow; In floods that o'er our treasures sweep; The lightning; and the snow. 2 Though earth upon its axis reels, And heaven is veiled in wrath; Not one of nature's million wheels Breaks its appointed path; Fixed in thy grasp, the sources meet Of beauty and of awe; In storm or calm, all pulses beat True to the central law. 3 Thou art that law, whose will thus done In seeming wreck and blight, Sends the calm planets round the sun, And pours the moon's soft light. We trust thy love; thou best dost know The universal peace; How long the stormy force should blow, And when the flood should cease. 4 And though around our path some form Of mystery ever lies, And life is like the calm and storm That checker earth and skies, Through all its mingling joy and dread, Permit us, Holy One, By faith to see the golden thread Of thy great purpose run. 995. C. M. Addison. The Traveller's Hymn. 1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, They pass unhurt through burning climes, And breathe in tainted air. 3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil, Makes every region please; The hoary, frozen hills it warms, And smooths the boisterous seas. 4 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, Thy goodness I'll adore, And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. 996. L. M. H. Bacon. Influence of Christian Woman. Matt. 26:13. 1 "Where'er my Gospel is proclaimed, Through the long ages yet to be, There shall this deed of love be named Which she this hour hath done for me." 2 Lord, while our eyes on Mary rest, And see the precious perfume poured, With thrilling power our thoughts invest The sacred record of thy word. 3 We bring to God, in thy dear name, The tribute of our grateful praise. For many a deed, unknown to fame, Where woman her true homage pays. 4 The wife, the mother, sister, friend,-- All holy may her influence be! The sweetness of her kindness blend With Temperance, Truth, and Charity. 5 Oh not a work is wrought in vain Where love like Mary's fills the heart; Memorials of that love remain, A sacred influence to impart. 997. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. "She hath done what she could." Mark 14:8. 1 Bless, O bless, Almighty Father, Woman's mission with our race,-- Her fond strivings here to gather Fruits of thy redeeming grace. 2 Though her way be not where honor Wins the gazing world's acclaim, Yet we bless thee that upon her Rests the power of Jesus' name. 3 In that name, O Father, strengthen Her full heart and ready hands; May her efforts serve to lengthen Christian love's encircling bands. 4 Where the mourning and the needy And the suffering faint and die, Be her presence sure and speedy, Mercy's blessings to supply. 5 Where old error's words are spoken, Be truth's witness by her given, Till, the spell of bondage broken, Earth redeemed resembles heaven. 998. C. M. Barton. "Walk in the Light." 1 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. 2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passed away, Because that light hath on thee shone In which is perfect day. 3 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there! 4 Walk in the light! and thine shall be A path, though thorny,--bright: For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light! 999. L. M. Anonymous. The Cause of Humanity Hopeful. 1 The past is dark with sin and shame, The future dim with doubt and fear; But, Father, yet we praise thy name, Whose guardian love is always near! 2 For man has striven ages long With faltering steps to come to thee, And in each purpose high and strong The influence of thy grace could see. 3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer But thou wert kinder than he dreamed, As age by age brought hopes more fair, And nearer still thy kingdom seemed. 4 But never rose within his breast, A trust so calm and deep as now; Shall not the weary find a rest? Father! Preserver! answer thou! 5 'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above, But through the shadow streams the sun; We cannot doubt thy certain love, And man's great aim shall yet be won! 1000. 8s. & 7s. M. Montgomery. Joyful Hope. 1 Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do, or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think what Jesus did to win thee;-- Child of heaven! canst thou repine? 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed with faith, and winged with prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there: Soon shall cease thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 1001. S. M. Wesleyan. For a Holy Heart. 1 Great Source of life and light, Thy heavenly grace impart, And by thy holy spirit write Thy law upon my heart. My soul would cleave to thee; Let nought my purpose move; O, let my faith more steadfast be, And more intense my love! 2 Long as my trials last, Long as the cross I bear, O, let my soul on thee be cast In confidence and prayer! Conduct me to the shore Of everlasting peace, Where storm and tempest rise no more, Where sin and sorrow cease. 1002. 8s. & 7s. M. Waterston. "As for the truth, it endureth and is always strong." 1 Theories, which thousands cherish, Pass like clouds that sweep the sky; Creeds and dogmas all may perish; Truth herself can never die. 2 From the glorious heavens above her, She has shed her beams abroad, That the souls who truly love her, May become the sons of God. 3 Worldlings blindly may refuse her, Close their eyes and call it night; Learned scoffers may abuse her, But they cannot quench her light! 4 Thrones may totter, empires crumble, All their glories cease to be; While she, Christ-like, crowns the humble, And from bondage sets them free. 5 God himself will e'er defend her From the fury of her foe, Till she, in her native splendor, Sits enthroned o'er all below. 1003. 7s. M. 6l. Anonymous. Active Benevolence. 1 In the morning sow thy seed, Nor at eve withhold thy hand; Who can tell which may succeed, Or if both alike shall stand, And a glorious harvest bear, To reward the sower's care? 2 Sow it 'mid the haunts of vice-- Scenes of infamy and crime; Suddenly, may Paradise Burst, as in the northern clime Spring, with all its verdant race, Starts from Winter's cold embrace. 3 Sow it with unsparing hand; 'Tis the kingdom's precious seed, 'Tis the Master's great command, And his grace shall crown the deed; He hath said, the precious grain Never shall be sown in vain. 1004. H. M. J. G. Adams. Death of a Magistrate or Public Man. 1 Death moves with victor's tread In our high places, Lord! The honorable dead We mourn with one accord; Our souls, oppressed, before thee bow, Heed thou the prayer, accept the vow. 2 While thus we feel the rod Of thine afflictive love, Teach us, our fathers' God, Thy justice to approve. Though all thy ways we cannot trace, May we not doubt thy guardian grace. 3 O keep us in thy hand, A chosen race for thee; And make our own loved land The true home of the free; Where sin shall cease, and righteousness Forever dwell, forever bless. 1005. C. M. Mrs. Sigourney. True Prayer. 1 The Lord is on his holy throne, He sits in kingly state; Let those who for his favors seek, In humble silence wait. 2 True prayer is not th' imposing sound That clamorous lips repeat; But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet. DOXOLOGIES. 1006. H. M. Doxology. Glory to God on high! Forever bless his name; Let earth, and seas, and sky His wondrous love proclaim; To him be praise And glory given By all on earth, And all in heaven. 1007. 7s. M. The Same. Praise to God! immortal praise From the heavens, the earth, the seas! All in one vast chorus join, To extol the name divine! 1008. L. M. The Same. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him, above, ye heavenly throng! Praise God, our Father, in your song!