b'\nQass_ \n\n\n\nBook. \n\n\n\nGOPY&tGHT DEPOSIT \n\n\n\nIOaas \xe2\x80\xa2 \' \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\n\n\n\\ \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHt \n\n\n\nPSALMIST: \n\n\n\nA NEW COLLECTION OF HYMNS FOU THE USE \nOF BAPTIST CHURCHES. \n\n\n\nVv r ITII \n\n\n\nA SUPPLEMENT; \n\n\n\nBY \n\n\n\nRICHARD FULLER, \n\nPASTOR OF THE SEVENTH BAPTIST CHURCH, BALTIMORE, MD. \n\njf b/jeter, \n\nI \n\nPASTOR OF THE FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH, RICHMOND, Ti. \n\n\n\nBOSTON: \n\nGOULD, KENDALL, AND LINCOLN. \n\nPHILADELPHIA: AMEft. BAPTIST PUBLICATION SOCIETY. \n\nRICHMOND: HARROLD AND MURRAY. \n\n1849. \n\n\n\n.-Ft \n\n\n\nEi^ere^ \'decerning to Act of Congress, in the year 1847, by \n\nGOULD, KENDALL & I LNCOLN, \n\nin the Clerk\'s office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts, \n\n\n\nCOMPANION FOE THE PSALMIST, \n\nContaining Original Music, crrangedfor Hymns in the Psalm- \nist, of peculiar Character and Metre. By N. D. Gould. \n\nA work designed, and the music written expressly to meet \nthe wants of those who use the Psalmist. It is adapted to the \nnumerous beautiful hymns of peculiar metre in this collection, \nfew of which are to be found in other hymn books, and to none \nof which have any tunes been hitherto adapted. They are sim- \nple, and suitable for either private, social, or public devotion. \n\nThe words and music, adapted to each other, are placed on \nthe same page, and are a great convenience to singing choirs, \nas a companion for the Psalmist. \n\nThirty-two pages, price $1.50 per dozen- \n\n\n\nh \n\nPREFACE \n\nTO THE SUPPLEMENT. \nck \n\nThe Psalmist contains a copious supply of ex- \ncellent hymns for the pulpit. We are acquainted \nwith no collection of hymns combining, in an \ni [ual degree, poetic merit, evangelical sentiment, \nid a rich variety of subjects, with a happy adap- \nion to pulpit services. There is, however, a \nnous obstacle to its general use, especially in the \n\xc2\xa3puth. Many hymns have acquired a high local \noularity. Having been long in use, they are \nzed, not merely for their intrinsic worth, but for \n:ir tender and delightful associations. Old songs, \ne old friends, are more valued than new ones, \nnumber of the hymns best known, most valued, \nand most frequently sung in the South, are not found \nin the Psalmist. Without them, no hymn book, \nwhatever may be its excellences, is likely to become \ngenerally or permanently popular in that region. \nTo supply this deficiency in the Psalmist, as far as \nmay be, is the design of the following Supplement. \nThese hymns have been mostly selected, not on \naccount of their poetic beauty, but their established \npopularity. They will, we think, be found not \nseriously defective as metrical compositions; but \ntheir chief excellence consists in their adaptation \n\n(3) \n\n\n\nPREFACE. \n\nto interest and affect the heart. They are, with \nfew exceptions, inserted as they are known and \nsung among us, without abridgment, or any attempt \nat improvement. If we are not deceived, they will \nform an acceptable appendix to the Psalmist. \nAdapted chiefly to social worship, they will, we \ntrust, contribute greatly to the interest and profit \nof our prayer and protracted meetings. \n\nThough this selection has been made with special \nreference to the taste and wants of the South, we \nknow no reason why it should not be acceptable to \nother portions of the country. Many of the hymns \nin the Supplement are of high reputation in all \nparts of our country, as appears from the fact that \nthey are found in almost every collection enjoying \na local popularity. \n\nSupplying the place of the Chants in the Psalm- \nist, which, in many portions of our country, are \nseldom used, the Supplement will add very little \nto the bulk, and nothing to the price of the book. \n\nWe now dedicate this small offering to the \n\nchurches, earnestly imploring the " Father of \n\nLights," that it may tend to increase the fervor \n\nof their devotions, and the spirituality of their \n\nminds. \n\nRICHARD FULLER, \n\nJ. B. JETER. \n\n(4) \n\n\n\nPREFATORY NOTE. \n\n\n\nThe Board of Directors of the American Baptist Publication and \nSunday School Society, induced by the numerous and urgent calls \nwhich, for a long time, have been made from various sections of the \ncountry, for a new collection of Hymns, that should be adapted to the \nwants of the churches generally, resolved, in the year 1841, to take \nimmediate measures for the accomplishment of this object. With this \nview, a committee, consisting of Rev. W. T. Brantly, D. D., of South \nCarolina, Rev. J. L. Dagg, of Alabama, Rev. R. B. C. Howell, of \nTennessee, Rev. S. W. Lynd, D. D., of Ohio, Rev. J. B Taylor, of \nVirginia, Rev. S. P. Hill, of Maryland, Rev. G. B. Ide and R. W. \nGriswold, of^Pennsylvania, and Rev. W. R. Williams, D. D., of New \nYork, was appointed to prepare and superintend the proposed selection. \nIt was, however, subsequently ascertained that a similar work had \nbeen undertaken by Messrs. Gould, Kendall, and Lincoln, Publishers, \nof Boston ; and that Rev. B. Stow and R<w. S. F. Smith, whose \nservices they had engaged, had already commenced their labor. From \nthe well-known ability of these gentlemen, there seemed good reason \nto expect a valuable collection, and one that would fully meet the end \nwhich the Board contemplated. In order, therefore, to avoid the \nunnecessary multiplication of Hymn Books, it was deemed expedient, \nby the Board, to unite, if possible, with the above-named Publishers. \nAccordingly, the manuscript of Messrs. Stow and Smith having been \nexamined, and found quite satisfactory, arrangements were, made to \nhave the sheets, as they were issued from the press, submitted to the \ncommittee of the Board, with the understanding, that, if, after such \nalterations and improvements as might be suggested, it should meet \ntheir approval, the Board would adopt it as their own. This approval \nhaving been obtained, the Board voted, unanimously, to adopt and \npublish the work, and have negotiated with Gould, Kendall, and \nLincoln, to that effect. \n\nSigned by order and on behalf of the Board. \n\nJ. M. PECK, \nCorr. Sac. Amer. Bap. Pub. Soc. \n\nPhiladelphia, May 18, 1843. \n\n\n\nCERTIFICATE. \n\nThe undersigned, having been requested, by the Board of \nDirectors of the American Baptist Publication and Sunday School \nSociety, to examine the proof-sheets of " The Psalmist," \nedited by the Rev. B. Stow and Rev. S. F. Smith, and to suggest \nsuch emendations as might seem expedient to render the work \nmore acceptable to the churches throughout our country, hereby \ncertify that they have performed the service assigned them, and \nunite in recommending the work as one well adapted to the \npurpose for which it was designed. \n\n\n\n\n4j- *3, \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n^:x /?>-^^p- \n\n\n\n\n\n^^ ^^^O^ ^jSpS^gg? \n\n\n\nPREFACE. \n\n\n\nWorship must have its own forms of utterance. These forms can \nbe neither didactic nor expository. Worship is not designed to com- \nmunicate illumination to the intellect of him who offers it, nor in- \nformation to the omniscient Being to whom it is offered. If it be \nconfined to the understanding, or if it pass from the heart to the under- \nstanding, and thus become a merely intellectual exercise, it departs \nfrom its proper aim. Worship is prompted by emotion. Its first object \nis praise ; after this, the expression of emotions of penitence, joy, \nhumility, hope, love, or dependence, in such a manner as to involve an \nacknowledgment of God, and thus to glorify him. It is the offspring \nof religious emotion. From whatever feeling it takes its rise, it tends \ntowards God. If it begins in our own misery, it elevates the soul to \nthe contemplation of the divine mercy. It is, in truth, the utterance of \nthe spirit of man, aspiring upward to its Creator. \n\nThe nature of worship determines the proper mode of its expression. \nAs it is an act of the heart, it should be expressed in the language of the \nheart. This is not cold, nor in the manner of common conversation, \nbut fervent and impassioned. Acceptable worship is the fruit of deep \nand true emotion. The expression of worship should be in language \nsuited to such emotion. Sacred harmony is the union of measured \nsounds with the words of worship. In order to be sung well, the \nwords of worship must be expressive of the emotions which belong to \nworship ; and any want of mutual adaptation is immediately felt by a \nsensitive mind. It is the want of adaptation of the words to the music, \nor of the music to the words, which often renders singing heavy. The \nwords are either expository, or didactic, or in some other way prosaic. \nThey are expressive of no emotion, or destitute of poetry, and therefore \nunsuited to be sung. Or, on the other hand, the leader, having no true \npoetic feeling, selects a tune which indicates an emotion of a character \ndifferent from that which is indicated by the words of the hymn. The \nmusic and the words should breathe one spirit. Both should breathe the \nspirit of a fervent, humble, spiritual worshipper. \n\nBeside lyrical excellence, there are other requisites of a good hymn. \nIt should possess unity \xe2\x80\x94 treating of only one subject from the opening \nto the close. It should be a complete composition, having, however \nshort it may be, a beginning, middle, and end. Every verse should add \nsomething to the preceding, making the sense, finally, complete, and \nraising the soul to the highest conception of the theme. The sentences \nshould be brief. The sense should not extend from one verse into another. \nParenthetic clauses should be avoided. The style should be simple, \nand the words, generally, short, and easy to be understood. The accent, \nshould be uniformly on the same syllables in each verse. A profusion \nof ornament should be avoided. A sounding epithet should never be \nused merely to furnish the requisite number of syllables. The whole \nspirit of the hymn should be lyrical. It should be adapted not only to \nbe read, but to be sung. \n\n(5) \n\n\n\nPREFACE. \n\n\n\nIt is hoped that this compilation will be successful in exemplifying \nmany of these principles. The hymns of Dr. Watts take the lead, \nbeing more numerous than those of any other author. All his pieces \nare inserted which possess lyrical spirit, and are suited to the worship \nof a Christian assembly. The book contains, also, a large number of \nhymns of Beddome, Steele, Doddridge, and other standard writers, \nwhose productions have become consecrated by use. Besides these, \nnumerous hymn books, both ancient and modern, and many other \nbooks, together with various periodicals, American and foreign, have \nbeen carefully examined. From these sources many hymns have been \nselected, whose decided merit and high spiritual tone eminently adapt \nthem to the purposes of worship. \n\nThe hymn books known as Wincbell\'s Watts, and Watts and Rippon, \nhave filled a large and honorable space in our American psalmody. \nBut, since the first publication of those collections, many excellent \nhymns have been composed, suited to aid the devotional in the worship \nof God. A correct and elevated taste, and a pious spirit, alike sanction \nthe introduction of such pieces into our collection of hymns for the \nsanctuary. \n\nThe authorship of the hymns has been stated, where it was prac- \nticable ; but, in consequence of the variety and irresponsibleness, in this \nrespect, of some of the sources from which they have been drawn, a \nfew are still anonymous. In some instances, a hymn has been ascribed, \nin various collections, to different authors ; and no means exist of \nidentifying the true one. In such cases, it is possible that errors may \nhave occurred ; but it is believed that they are very few. Any errors of \nthis kind, which may hereafter be discovered, will be promptly corrected. \n\nAlterations have been made in the forms of expression, where it was \nnecessary, in order to adapt the hymns to be sung. The spirit of the \nauthor has been, in every case, retained. The changes are mainly such \nas were demanded in consequence of the faulty accentuation in the \noriginal. A mere reader of hymns can hardly appreciate the injury to \nthe singing, and the inconvenience which is felt by choirs, resulting \nfrom the misplacement of the accented syllables in a line. So extensive \nis this fault, that a collection could not be entirely expurgated, without \nre-writing a large part of the hymns now in existence. \n\nAn effort has been made to arrange the hymns agreeably to the \nnatural order of mental association and of Christian experience, so \nthat a person disciplined in evangelical truth and pious emotion will \nfind in his own bosom an index to the sequence of the successive \ntopics. It is hoped that hymns will be found in the collection adapted \nto every important subject on which a minister of Christ would be likely \nto address a congregation. \n\nThe demand for a new compilation of hymns, for the use of the \nBaptist churches, has been, for several years, growing more and more \nimperative. The public voice has called for an effort to fill up the ac- \nknowledged deficiencies of our existing collections. The present offer- \ning is an attempt to meet that demand. The editors have been deeply \nconscious of their responsibility in the undertaking. The work is \ndedicated to Christ and the church. If it shall tend to the elevation of \nevangelical taste, the interest of worship, the diffusion of a more fer- \nvent piety, and the glory of Ccd, their aims will be accomplished. \n\n\n\nBostox, June, 1843. \n\n(8) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\n\n\nA BROKEN heart, my God, my King L. M ..468 \n\nA debtor to mercy alone 8s 567 \n\nA Friend there is \xe2\x80\x94 your voices join C. M 289 \n\nAgain from calm and sweet repose C. M 1012 \n\nAgain our earthly cares we leave C. M 27 \n\nAgain returns the day of holy rest 10s 37 \n\nA glory in the word we find C. M 396 \n\nAh, how shall fallen man S. M 464 \n\nA host of spirits round the throne C. M 796 \n\nAlas! and did my Saviour bleed , C. M 472 \n\nAlas! how poor and little worth 8s & 4s 752 \n\nAlas ! what hourly dangers rise C. M 724 \n\nAll hail, incarnate God H. M 872 \n\nAll hail, the power of Jesus\' name C. M 338 \n\nAll ye nations, praise the Lord 7s 69 \n\nAll yesterday is gone S. M 443 \n\nAll ye who love the Lord, rejoice C. M 83 \n\nAlmighty God, eternal Lord C. M 59 \n\nAlmighty God, thy constant care L. M ^942 \n\nAlmighty Lord, before thy throne C. M .,988 \n\nAlmighty Ruler of the skies L. M 114 \n\nAmazing sight! the Saviour stands C. M 434 \n\nAm I a soldier of the cross C. M 721 \n\nAnd am I born to die S. M 1125 \n\nAnd are we wretches yet alive C. M 486 \n\nAnd can mine eyes without a tear ...C. M 463 \n\nAnd can my heart aspire so high C. M 673 \n\nAnd canst thou, sinner, slight S. M 449 \n\nAnd didst thou, Jesus, condescend C. !\\I 218 \n\nAnd did the Holy and the Just C. M 210 \n\nAnd must I part with all I have C. M 558 \n\nAnd must this body die S. M 1122 \n\nAnd now another week begins C. M 36 \n\nAnd now, my soul, another year C. M 1045 \n\nAnd now the solemn deed is done L. M 954 \n\nAnd will the great, eternal God L. M 941 \n\nAnd will the Judge descend S. M 1145 \n\nAnd will the Lord thus condescend C. M 499 \n\nAngels, from the realms of glory 8s, 7s & 4 204 \n\nA* (9) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nAngels, roll the rock away 7s. ......234 \n\nAnother day is past S. M 1028 \n\nAnother six days\' work is done ...L. li ..35 \n\nArise, and bless the Lord S. H 87 \n\nArise, arise, with joy survey .L. M.. .... .909 \n\nArise in all thy splendor, Lord L. M 860 \n\nArise, my soul, arise H. M ..261 \n\nArise, my soul, my joyful powers CM HI \n\nArise, O King of grace, arise C. M 927 \n\nArm of the Lord, awake, awake .....L. M 861 \n\nAs, bowed by sudden storms, the rose CM 1094 \n\nAs flows the rapid river ,7s & 6s 1059 \n\nAsleep in Jesus! blessed sleep L. M 1109 \n\nAs o\'er the past my memory strays C. M 460 \n\nAssembled at thy great command L. M.. 914 \n\nAssembled in our school once more L. M 967 \n\nAs showers on meadows newly mown .L. M 364 \n\nAs vernal flowers that scent the morn L. M 1095 \n\nA throne of grace ! then let us go C M 643 \n\nAt length the wished-for spring is come , C M 1039 \n\nAuspicious morning, hail 6s & 4s 1007 \n\nAuthor of good, to thee we turn , C M 588 \n\nAwake, all-conquering Arm, awake L. M .857 \n\nAwake, and sing the song S. M 313 \n\nAwake, awake the sacred song ...C M 329 \n\nAw r ake, my drowsy soul, awake CM 714 \n\nAwake, my soul, and with the sun L. M 1017 \n\nAwake, my soul, awake, my tongue L. M 93 \n\nAwake, my soul, stretch every nerve CM 726 \n\nAwake, my soul, to sound his praise C M 78 \n\nAwake, my tongue, thy tribute bring L. M. 140 \n\nAwake, our drowsy souls H. M 241 \n\nAwake our souls, away our fears L. M 725 \n\nAwake, ye saints, awake H. M 38 \n\nAwake, ye saints, and raise your eyes C M 1047 \n\nBAPTIZED into our Saviour\'s death CM 822 \n\nBefore Jehovah\'s awful throne L. M. ....... .2 \n\nBegin, my soul, th\' exalted lay C P. M 98 \n\nBegin, my tongue, some heavenly theme CM .100 \n\nBegin the high, celestial strain .......CM ...97 \n\nBehold, behold, the Lamb of God C M 273 \n\nBehold th\' amazing sight S. M 223 \n\nBehold, the day is come S. M 1141 \n\nBehold the gift of God S. M -283 \n\nBehold the glories of the Lamb C M ,.343 \n\nBehold, the grace appears S. M 208 \n\nBehold, the heathen waits to know L. M 855 \n\nBehold the Lamb of God, who bore C M 555 \n\n(10) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nBehold, the lofty sky S. M 391 \n\nBehold, the morning sun S. M 403 \n\nBehold, the mountain of the Lord C. M 899 \n\nBehold, the Prince of Peace * S. M 215 \n\nBehold the Saviour of mankind CM 224 \n\nBehold the sin-atoning Lamb L. M 256 \n\nBehold the sure foundation stone CM 787 \n\nBehold the throne of grace S. M 642 \n\nBehold the western, evening light , .CM 1102 \n\nBehold thy waiting servant, Lord C M .612 \n\nBehold, what pity touched the heart CM 260 \n\nBehold, what wondrous grace... S. M ,191 \n\nBe joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth lis & 8s 990 \n\nBelieving souls, of Christ beloved L. M 829 \n\nBe merciful to us, O God C M 858 \n\nBeneath our feet, and o\'er our head CM 1081 \n\nBe ours the bliss, in wisdom\'s way CM 969 \n\nBereft, of all, when hopeless care C M 584 \n\nBestow, O Lord, upon our youth C M 774 \n\nBe thou exalted, O my God L. M 113 \n\nBe thou, O God, exalted high L. M 70 \n\nBe thou, O Lord, my treasure here C M 576 \n\nBeyond the glittering, starry sky CM 250 \n\nBeyond where Cedron\'s waters flow 8s & 6 220 \n\nBless6d be thy name forever 8s 1033 \n\nBless, O my soul, the living God L. M 186 \n\nBlest are the men whose mercies move L. M 750 \n\nBlest are the pure in heart S. M 665 \n\nBlest are the sons of peace S. M 694 \n\nBlest are the souls that hear and know C M 408 \n\nBlest be the everlasting God , C M 1126 \n\nBlest be the Father and his love L. M 117 \n\nBlest be the tie that binds S. M 1068 \n\nBlest Comforter divine S. M 356 \n\nBlest hour, when mortal man retires L. M 54 \n\nBlest is the hour when cares depart 8s & 6s 947 \n\nBlest is the man whose softening heart ,C M 741 \n\nBlest Jesus, while in mortal flesh CM 536 \n\nBlest morning, whose young dawning rays C M 240 \n\nBlest Saviour, we thy will obey L. M 813 \n\nBlow ye the trumpet, blow H. M 407 \n\nBread of heaven, on thee we feed 7s 847 \n\nBrightest and best of the sons of the morning ..lis & 10s 202 \n\nBright glories rush upon my sight C M 1150 \n\nBright Source of everlasting love C M 743 \n\nBright was the guiding star that led C. M 551 \n\nBroad is the road that leads to death L. M 686 \n\nBrother, rest from sin and sorrow 8s & 7s...... 1107 \n\nBrother, thou art gone to rest 7, 6s &. 8 1093 \n\n(11) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nBrother, though from yonder sky 7s. 1098 \n\nBuried beneath the yielding wave .C. M 802 \n\nBuried in shadows of the night L. M 517 \n\nBut who shall see the glorious day CM 924 \n\nBy cool Siloam\'s shady rill CM 773 \n\nCALM on the listening ear of night CM 205 \n\nCease, ye mourners, cease to languish... 8s & 7s 1112 \n\nChildren, hear the melting story 8s, 7s & 4....... 777 \n\nChildren, in years and knowledge young L. M 776 \n\nChrist and his cross are all our theme , CM 411 \n\nChrist, the Lord , is risen to-day .7s 235 \n\nChrist, whose glory rills the skies 7s, 6 l 278 \n\nCome, all ye saints of God 6s & 4s 314 \n\nCome, blessed Spirit, source of light L. M 369 \n\nCome, gracious Lord, descend and dwell L. M .26 \n\nCome, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove L. M 368 \n\nCome, guilty sinners, come and see L. M 263 \n\nCome, happy souls, adore the Lamb L. M .799 \n\nCome, happy souls, approach your God CM 268 \n\nCome hither, all ye weary souls L. M .417 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, calm my mind L. M.. 358 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy S. M 361 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, come, With energy S. M 362 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, Dove divine L. M 807 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, from above CM 355 \n\nCome, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove C M 353 \n\nCome in, thou blessed of the Lord, O come L. M 826 \n\nCome in, thou blessed of the Lord, Stranger CM 827 \n\nCome, let our voices join H. M 970 \n\nCome, let our voices join to raise . , L. M 80 \n\nCome, let us anew 5s & 12s 1050 \n\nCome, let us join our cheerful songs CM 346 \n\nCome, let us join our friends above C M 791 \n\nCome, let us join our souls to God .C M 425 \n\nCome, let us join with sweet accord C M 39 \n\nCome, let us lift our joyful eyes CM 102 \n\nCome, let us pray; \'tis sweet to feel ,.C H. M 644 \n\nCome, let us strike our harps afresh CM 1069 \n\nCome, Lord, and warm each languid heart C M 1158 \n\nCome, O my soul, in sacred lays L. M .94 \n\nCome, O thou King of all the saints C M 22 \n\nCome, praying souls, rejoice S. M 645 \n\nCome, sacred Spirit, from above L. M 354 \n\nCome, saints, adore your Saviour, God , L. M 820 \n\nCome, saints, let us join in the praise, &c lis 347 \n\nCome, saith Jesus\' sacred voice 7s.. 413 \n\nCome, sinner, to the gospel feast CM 418 \n\nCome, sound his praise abroad , S. M 79 \n\n(12) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nCome, thou almighty King 6s & 4s 120 \n\nCome, thou eternal Spirit, come L. M 357 \n\nCome, thou Fount of every blessing.. 8s & 7s .610 \n\nCome, thou soul-transforming Spirit 8s, 7s & 4 63 \n\nCome to the house of prayer.. S. M 11 \n\nCome, weary sinner, in whose breast CM 433 \n\nCome, weary souls, with sin distressed L. M.. . . . . .421 \n\nCome, we that love the Lord S. M 767 \n\nCome, ye disconsolate, &x lis & 10s 635 \n\nCome, ye sinners, poor and wretched 8s, 7s & 4 416 \n\nCome, ye that know and fear the Lord C. M 156 \n\nCome, ye that love the Saviour\'s name CM 330 \n\nCome, ye who love the Lord H. M 322 \n\nConsider all my sorrows, Lord C M 590 \n\nCrown his head with endless blessing 8s & 7s 334 \n\nDARK was the night, and cold the ground C. M 221 \n\nDaughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness ..lis 792 \n\nDaughter of Zion, from the dust CM 894 \n\nDay of judgment, day of wonders 8s, 7s & 4 1144 \n\nDear as thou wert, and justly dear CM 1097 \n\nDearest of all the names above CM 307 \n\nDear Father, to thy mercy-seat C M 619 \n\nDear Refuge of my weary soul CM 617 \n\nDear Saviour, prostrate at thy feet C M 474 \n\nDear Saviour, we are thine S. M 303 \n\nDear Saviour, when my thoughts recall C M 461 \n\nDeath cannot make our souls afraid C M 1075 \n\nDeathless spirit, now arise 7s 1089 \n\nDeath may dissolve my body now C. M 735 \n\nDeep are the wounds which sin has made L. M 279 \n\nDeep in our hearts let us record L. M 255 \n\nDelay not, delay not, O sinner, &c lis 438 \n\nDepth of mercy ! can there be 7s 476 \n\nDescend, celestial Dove H. M 814 \n\nDid Christ o\'er sinners weep S. M 471 \n\nDidst thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame C M 705 \n\nDismiss us with thy blessing, Lord L. M.. 64 \n\nDo this, and remember the blood, &c lis 843 \n\nDo we not know that solemn word L. M 805 \n\nDown to the sacred wave ...... S. M 818 \n\nDread Sovereign, let my evening song CM 1024 \n\nEARLY, my God, without delay C M 18 \n\nEre mountains reared their forms sublime L. M......1056 \n\nEternal Father, God of love... C. M 784 \n\nEternal God of love and power CM 1029 \n\nEternal God, our wondering souls C. M 603 \n\nEternal Power, almighty God , C. M 158 \n\n(13) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nEternal Saviour, God of love CM 785 \n\nEternal Source of every joy L. M 994 \n\nEternal Source of life and light CM 649 \n\nEternal Spirit, God of truth C AL 360 \n\nEternal Spirit, heavenly Dove L. M 816 \n\nEternal Spirit, we confess L. M 376 \n\nEternal Sun of Righteousness C M 57 \n\nEternal Wisdom, thee we praise % CM 127 \n\nExalt the Lord our God S. M 89 \n\nFAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss C M 507 \n\nFaithful, O Lord, thy mercies are CM 166 \n\nFaith is a precious grace S. M 505 \n\nFaith is the brightest evidence CM 506 \n\nFaith is the Christian\'s prop S. H. M 512 \n\nFar as thy name is known S. M 756 \n\nFar from mortal cares retreating 8s & 7s 711 \n\nFar from my thoughts, vain world, begone L. M 849 \n\nFar from these narrow scenes of night C M 1170 \n\nFather divine, thy piercing eye CM 641 \n\nFather, forgive, the Saviour cried C . M 763 \n\nFather, how wide thy glories shine C M 318 \n\nFather, I know thy ways are just CM 660 \n\nFather, in whom we live S. M 122 \n\nFather, I sing thy wondrous grace C M 315 \n\nFather, I stretch my hands to thee C M 508 \n\nFather of all, in whom alone C M 58 \n\nFather of all our mercies, thou C M 647 \n\nFather of glory, to thy name CM 119 \n\nFather of heaven, whose love profound L. M 123 \n\nFather of mercies, bow thine ear L. M 946 \n\nFather of mercies, condescend C M 885 \n\nFather of mercies, God of love L. M. 6 l 524 \n\nFather of mercies, in thy house L. M 945 \n\nFather of mercies, in thy word C M 397 \n\nFather of mercies, send thy grace CM 742 \n\nFather of our feeble race 7s 19 \n\nFather of spirits ! nature\'s God L. M 132 \n\nFather, whate\'er of earthly bliss C M 664 \n\nFather, who in the olive shade 8s, 6 &4 678 \n\nFirm as the earth thy gospel stands C M 561 \n\nFixed on the sacred hills H. M 928 \n\nFlung to the heedless winds 6s 1120 \n\nFor a season called to part 7s...... 1065 \n\nForever blessed be the Lord C M 616 \n\nFountain of mercy, God of love CM 997 \n\nFriend after friend departs S. H. M 1090 \n\nFrom all who dwell below the skies L. M 926 \n\nFrom deep distress and troubled thoughts. L. M 523 \n\n(14) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF F[RST LINES. \n\nFrom every stormy wind that blows L. M 636 \n\nFrom Greenland\'s icy mountains 7s & 6s 917 \n\nFrom the cross uplifted high 7s, 6 l 426 \n\nFrom thee, O God, our joys shall rise CM 764 \n\nFrom thy dear pierced side H. M 502 \n\nFrom whence these direful omens round C. M 229 \n\nGIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour 8s, 7s & 4 868 \n\nGive me the wings of faith to rise ...CM 727 \n\nGive thanks to God most high *. H. M 154 \n\nGlorious in thy saints appear 7s 61 \n\nGlorious things of thee are spoken 8s & 7s 930 \n\nGlory, glory everlasting 8s, 7s & 4 340 \n\nGlory, glory to our King 7s, 6l 339 \n\nGlory to God on high 6s & 4s 323 \n\nGlory to God the Father\'s name CM 125 \n\nGlory to thee, my God, this night L. M .1031 \n\nGo, and the Saviour\'s grace proclaim CM 888 \n\nGod, in the gospel of his Son * L. M 404 \n\nGod is a Spirit, just and wise C M 133 \n\nGod is love; his mercy brightens 8s & 7s 155 \n\nGod is my strong salvation 7s & 6s 194 \n\nGod is the fountain whence S. M 189 \n\nGod is the refuge of his saints L. M 172 \n\nGod moves in a mysterious way C M 148 \n\nGod, my supporter and my hope C M 175 \n\nGod of eternity, from thee L. M 1044 \n\nGod of mercy, God of grace 7s 462 \n\nGod of mercy, hear our prayer 7s.. .... .976 \n\nGod of my childhood and my youth C M 731 \n\nGod of my life, my morning song C M 1015 \n\nGod of my life, through all my days L. M 103 \n\nGod of our lives, thy various praise C M 1052 \n\nGod of the morning, at thy voice L. M 1010 \n\nGod of the world, thy glories shine L. M 152 \n\nGod\'s holy law, transgressed S. M 262 \n\nGo, messenger of peace and love L. M 878 \n\nGo, preach my gospel, saith the Lord L. M 852 \n\nGo, spirit of the sainted dead L. M 1100 \n\nGo to dark Gethsemane 7s, 6 l 707 \n\nGo to the grave in all thy glorious prime 10s 1116 \n\nGo when the morning shineth 7s & 6s 638 \n\nGo, ye messengers of God 7s 880 \n\nGrace! \'tis a charming sound S. M 520 \n\nGracious Saviour, we adore thee 8s, 7s & 4 815 \n\nGracious Spirit, Love Divine 7s.. 371 \n\nGreat Father of mankind H. M 940 \n\nGreat Father of our feeble race CM 373 \n\nGreat God, as seasons disappear L. M ..995 \n\n(15) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nGreat God, attend, while Zion sings L. M 20 \n\nGreat God, beneath whose piercing eye L. P. M 996 \n\nGreat God, how infinite art thou C. M 128 \n\nGreat God, indulge my humble claim L. M 192 \n\nGreat God, in vain man\'s narrow view L. M 146 \n\nGreat God, in whom we live and move C. M 972 \n\nGreat God, I own thy sentence just. C. M 1087 \n\nGreat God, let all my tuneful powers L. M 998 \n\nGreat God, now condescend S. M 980 \n\nGreat God, the nations of the earth C. M 862 \n\nGreat God of nations, now to thee L. M 1001 \n\nGreat God, to thee my evening song L. M 1025 \n\nGreat God, wert thou severe to mark C. M 529 \n\nGreat God, we sing that mighty hand L. M. . . \xe2\x80\xa2 \xe2\x80\xa2 . 1051 \n\nGreat God, we would to thee make known C. M 975 \n\nGreat God, what do I see and hear 8s &c 7s 113? \n\nGreat God, whose universal sway L. M.......853 \n\nGreat God, with wonder and with praise C. M 393 \n\nGreat is the Lord our God S. M 797 \n\nGreat King of glory and of grace C. M. ...... 492 \n\nGreat King of glory, come H. M. 933 \n\nGreat Maker of unnumbered worlds L. M 985 \n\nGreat Ruler of all nature\'s frame CM 179 \n\nGreat Shepherd of thy people, hear C. M 16 \n\nGreat Sovereign of the earth and sky CM 936 \n\nGreat Spirit, by whose mighty power CM 367 \n\nGuide me, O thou great Jehovah 8s, 7s & 4 606 \n\nHAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews L. M 703 \n\nHail, everlasting Spring , H. M 544 \n\nHail, great Creator, wise and good C. M 107 \n\nHail, happy day, thou day of holy rest 10s 42 \n\nHail, mighty Jesus, how divine CM 337 \n\nHail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays C M 399 \n\nHail, thou long-expected Jesus 8s & 7s 209 \n\nHail to the Lord\'s Anointed ,7s & 6s 910 \n\nHail to the Sabbath day S. M 48 \n\nHappy, forever happy, he CM 747 \n\nHappy the church, thou sacred place L. M 931 \n\nHappy the heart where graces reign C M 749 \n\nHappy the souls to Jesus joined C M 793 \n\nHark! from the tombs a warning sound CM 1079 \n\nHark! from yonder mount arise 7s & 4 228 \n\nHark! hark! a shout of joy 6, 7s & 8 901 \n\nHark! hark! the notes of joy ..H. M 203 \n\nHark, sinner, while God from on high, &c 12s & lis.. .....454 \n\nHark! ten thousand harps and voices 8s & 7s, 6 l 323 \n\nHark! that shout of rapturous joy 7s...... 1138 \n\nHark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes ,...C. M 211 \n\nC16) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nHark ! the herald angels sing 7s... ....207 \n\nHark! the notes of angels singing ,...8s &. 7s .327 \n\nHark ! the song of jubilee 7s 916 \n\nHark! the voice of love and mercy 8s, 7s & 4 225 \n\nHark! \'tis the prophet of the skies CM 923 \n\nHark! what celestial sounds H. M 206 \n\nHark! what mean those holy voices 8s & 7s 201 \n\nHasten, Lord, thy promised liGur .7s < .873 \n\nHaste, O sinner, now be wise 7s c .441 \n\nHave mercy, Lord, on me S. M 479 \n\nHear, O sinner; mercy hails you 8s, 7s &, 4 439 \n\nHeart of stone, relent, relent 7s, 6 l 477 \n\nHear what the voice from heaven proclaims C. M 1104 \n\nHeaven has confirmed the dread decree CM 1082 \n\nHeavenly Father, sovereign Lord 7s 115 \n\nHe dies! the Friend of sinners dies L. M 232 \n\nHe knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed C H. M 222 \n\nHe lives ! he lives ! and sits above L. M 294 \n\nHe lives! the great Redeemer lives L. M 296 \n\nHe reigns! the Lord, the Saviour reigns L. M 1134 \n\nHere at thy cross, incarnate God L. M 531 \n\nHere, at thy table, Lord, we meet C M 839 \n\nHere, gracious God, do thou .H. M 53 \n\nHere, in thy name, eternal God L. M 934 \n\nHere, Saviour, we would come S. M 809 \n\nHigh in the heavens, eternal God L. M .151 \n\nHigh in yonder realms of light 7s 1177 \n\nHoly and reverend is the name C M 159 \n\nHoly Ghost, dispel our sadness 8s & 7s 365 \n\nHoly Ghost, with light divine 7s 372 \n\nHoly Source of consolation 8s & 7s 370 \n\nHoly Spirit, from on high 7s 366 \n\nHosanna! let us join to sing L. M 238 \n\nHosanna to our conquering King C M 350 \n\nHosanna to the Prince of light C M 242 \n\nHosanna, with a cheerful sound CM 1019 \n\nHow are thy servants blest, O Lord CM 964 \n\nHow beauteous are their feet S. M 949 \n\nHow beautiful the sight H. M 700 \n\nHow blest is he who fears the Lord C M 738 \n\nHow blest the children of the Lord CM 748 \n\nHow blest the man whose cautious feet L. M 609 \n\nHow blest the righteous when he dies L. M 1103 \n\nHow blest the sacred tie that binds L. M 698 \n\nHow calmly wakes the hallowed morn CM 810 \n\nHow can I sink with such a prop CM.. 620 \n\nHow can we see the children, Lord CM 979 \n\nHow condescending and how kind C M 840 \n\nHow did my heart rejoice to hear C M 3 \n\nA (17) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nHow firm the saint\'s foundation stands C. M 174 \n\nHow great the wisdom, power, and grace CM 311 \n\nHow happy are the souls above C. M 1178 \n\nHow happy is the child who hears CM 775 \n\nHow happy is the Christian\'s state C. M 578 \n\nHow happy they who know the Lord CM 602 \n\nHow heavy is the night S. M 510 \n\nHow helpless guilty nature lies CM 518 \n\nHow honored is the place S. M 794 \n\nHow long shall death, the tyrant, reign C. M 1124 \n\nHow oft, alas! this wretched heart CM 690 \n\nHow eft have sin and Satan strove L. M 563 \n\nHow pleasant, how divinely fair L. M 5 \n\nHow pleased and blest was I S. P. M 12 \n\nHow pleasing is the voice H. M 1037 \n\nHow precious is the book divine C M 392 \n\nHow sad our state by nature is C M 500 \n\nHow shall the sons of men appear L. M 258 \n\nHow shall the young secure their hearts C M 770 \n\nHow short and hasty is our life C M 1054 \n\nHow should our souls delight to bless C M 973 \n\nHow sweet and awful is the place C M 835 \n\nHow sweetly flowed the gospel sound L. M 406 \n\nHow sweet on thy bosom to rest 8s 598 \n\nHow sweet, how heavenly, is the sight C. M 697 \n\nHow sweet to bless the Lord S. M 32 \n\nHow sweet the hour of closing day L. M 1111 \n\nHow sweet the melting lay S. M 639 \n\nHow sweet, upon this sacred day CM 46 \n\nHow swift, alas! the moments fly C M 1057 \n\nHow tender is thy hand , S. M 600 \n\nHow vain are all things here below C M 751 \n\nHow vain is all beneath the skies L. M 1149 \n\nHumble souls, who seek salvation 8s &c 7s 806 \n\nI CANNOT call affliction sweet CM 582 \n\nIf human kindness meets return CM 842 \n\nIf I must die, O, let me die ,C M 1077 \n\nIf on a quiet sea S. M.: 513 \n\nI languish for a sight S. M 542 \n\nI lift my soul to God S. M 718 \n\nI\'ll praise my Maker with my breath L. P. M 91 \n\nI\'ll think upon the woes H. M 579 \n\nI looked upon the righteous man C M 1110 \n\nI love the Lord: he heard my cries C M 754 \n\nI love the volume of thy word L. P. M 394 \n\nI love thy kingdom, Lord S. M 788 \n\nI love to see the Lord below C M 7 \n\nI love to steal awhile away C M 637 \n\n(18) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FrRST LINES. \n\nI\'m not ashamed to own my Lord CM 552 \n\nIn all my Lord\'s appointed ways C M.......812 \n\nIn all my vast concerns with thee C. M. ...... 134 \n\nIn duties and in sufferings too CM 702 \n\nIn evil long I took delight C M 469 \n\nIn one fraternal bond of love C M 790 \n\nInscribed upon the cross we see L. M 270 \n\nIn the cross of Christ I glory 8s & 7s 271 \n\nIn thy name, O Lord, assembling 8s, 7s & 4 23 \n\nIn trouble and in grief, O God C M 733 \n\nIn vain I trace creation o\'er C M 593 \n\nIn vain my roving thoughts would find L. M 575 \n\nIn vain the world\'s alluring smile L. M 532 \n\nIn vain we lavish out our lives C. M. 550 \n\nIn vain we seek for peace with God C M 272 \n\nI send the joys of earth away L. M 539 \n\nI set the Lord before my face CM 1127 \n\nIsles of the south, awake H. M 908 \n\nIs this the kind return S. M 683 \n\nIt is the Lord, enthroned in light C M 587 \n\nIt is the Lord, our Saviour\'s hand L. M 1071 \n\nI would not live aiway, &c lis 1148 \n\nI waited patient for the Lord....... ,., ..C M 501 \n\nJEHOVAH lives, and be his name , CM 180 \n\nJehovah reigns ; he dwells in light L. M 141 \n\nJehovah reigns; his throne is high L. M 143 \n\nJerusalem, my glorious home C M 1166 \n\nJesus, and shall it ever be L. M 554 \n\nJesus, delightful, charming name CM 305 \n\nJesus demands this heart of mine L. M 487 \n\nJesus, hail I enthroned in glory... 8s &c 7s 345 \n\nJesus, I love thy charming name C M 306 \n\nJesus, immortal King, arise CM 870 \n\nJesus, I my cross have taken 8s &c 7s 530 \n\nJesus, in thy transporting name C M 302 \n\nJesus invites his saints .....S. M 832 \n\nJesus is gone above the skies L. M 845 \n\nJesus, mighty King in Zion 8s & 7s 819 \n\nJesus, my Saviour and my God C. M 342 \n\nJesus, my truth, my way S. M 281 \n\nJesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne ....C M 335 \n\nJesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace C. M 746 \n\nJesus, refuge of my soul 7s 285 \n\nJesus shall reign where\'er the sun L. M 854 \n\nJesus, the Conqueror, reigns S. M 300 \n\nJesus, th\' eternal Son of God CM 259 \n\nJesus, thou source of calm repose L. M. 6l 299 \n\nJesus, thy blessings are not few C. 31 428 \n\n(19) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nJesus, thy boundless love to me L. M 549 \n\nJesus, to thy wounds I fly 7s 264 \n\nJesus, we look to thee S. M 30 \n\nJesus, where\'er thy people meet L. M 288 \n\nJoin all the glorious names H. M ,.301 \n\nJoin, every tongue, to praise the Lord L. M< 992 \n\nJoy to the world! the Lord is come C. M 213 \n\nKEEP silence, all created things C. M 147 \n\nKind are the words that Jesus speaks CM 503 \n\nKindred, and friends, and native land CM 886 \n\nKindred in Christ, for his dear, sake L. M 828 \n\nKnow, my soul, thy full salvation 8s &. 7s 568 \n\nLABORERS of Christ, arise S. M 737 \n\nLaden with guilt and full of fears. CM 398 \n\nLet all the earth their voices raise L. P. M .913 \n\nLet all the heathen writers join CM 386 \n\nLet children hear the mighty deeds CM... ....116 \n\nLet earth, with every isle and sea CM 332 \n\nLet everlasting glories crown L. M.. . . . . .388 \n\nLet every creature join H. M 92 \n\nLet every heart rejoice and sing P. M 1005 \n\nLet every mortal ear attend C M 422 \n\nLet me but hear my Saviour say L. M 546 \n\nLet party names no more S. M 696 \n\nLet plenteous grace descend on those CM 824 \n\nLet sinners take their course S. M 761 \n\nLet them neglect thy glory, Lord CM 124 \n\nLet thy grace, Lord, make me lowly 8s & 7s 674 \n\nLet us awake our joys . .7 6s & 4s 320 \n\nLet vain pursuits and vain desires CM S50 \n\nLet worldly men from shore to shore C M 401 \n\nLet Zion and her sons rejoice C. M 895 \n\nLet Zion\'s watchmen all awake CM 955 \n\nLife is a span, a fleeting hour C M 1.123 \n\nLift not thou the wailing voice 7s & 8s 1101 \n\nLift up to God the voice of praise C M 88 \n\nLift up your heads, eternal gates C M 246 \n\nLight of those whose dreary dwelling 8s & 7s 651 \n\nLike Israel, Lord, am I S. M 465 \n\nLike sheep we went astray. S. M 231 \n\nLo ! he comes with clouds descending 8s, 7s &4 1136 \n\nLo ! he cometh \xe2\x80\x94 countless trumpets 8s, 7s & 4 1140 \n\nLong have we heard the joyful sound C M 758 \n\nLook, ye saints; \xe2\x80\x94 the sight is glorious 8s, 7s &4 336 \n\nLord, at thy table we behold CM 837 \n\nLord, dismiss us with thy blessing 8s, 7s & 4 65 \n\nLord, help me to resign S. M 668 ^ \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nLord, how secure my conscience was C. M 476 \n\nLord, I am thine, and in thy aid C. M 801 \n\nLord, I approach the mercy-seat C. M 519 \n\nLord, I have made thy word my choice C. M 402 \n\nLord, I would come to thee S. M 540 \n\nLord, in the morning thou shalt hear C. M 8 \n\nLord, lead the way the Saviour went C. M 744 \n\nLord, let thy goodness lead our land. L. M 1006 \n\nLord, look on all assembled here CM 983 \n\nLord, my times are in thy hand 7s .573 \n\nLord of heaven, and earth, and ocean 8s & 7s. ...... 991 \n\nLord of hosts, to thee we raise 7s 932 \n\nLord of the worlds above H. M 10 \n\nLord, send thy servants forth S. M 921 \n\nLord, send thy word, and let it fly C. M 864 \n\nLord, should we leave thy hallowed feet C. M 181 \n\nLord, teach thy servants how to pray C. M 24 \n\nLord, thou hast scourged our guilty land..... C. M 987 \n\nLord, thou hast searched and seen me through L. M 136 \n\nLord, thou wilt hear me when I pray C. M 1034 \n\nLord, through the dubious paths of life C. M 657 \n\nLord, we adore thy vast designs L. M. ..... . 142 \n\nLord, we come before thee now 7s 25 \n\nLord, we confess our numerous faults CM 266 \n\nLord, what a feeble piece S. M 1058 \n\nLord, what a thoughtless wretch was I >...L. M 755 \n\nLord, what a wretched land is this C M 734 \n\nLord, when thou didst ascend on high L. M..... ..247 \n\nLord, when we bow before thy throne CM 21 \n\nLord, while for all mankind we pray C M 1003 \n\nLord, with a grieved and aching heart L. M 475 \n\nLoud hallelujahs to the Lord L. M 104 \n\nLove divine, all love excelling 8s & 7s 653 \n\nLo! round the throne at God\'s right hand L. M 1179 \n\nLo ! what a glorious sight appears C M 905 \n\nLo ! what an entertaining sight C M 699 \n\nLowly and solemn be 6s & 4s. 680 \n\nMAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned C M 257 \n\nMay the grace of Christ, our Saviour 8s & 7s 62 \n\nMeekly in Jordan\'s holy stream C M 808 \n\nMen of God, go take your stations ..8s, 7s & 4 881 \n\nMighty God, while angels bless thee 8s & "s ,..,..341 \n\nMine eyes and my desire S. M 682 \n\nMistaken souls that dream of heaven C. M 514 \n\nMorning breaks upon the tomb 7s L\xc2\xbb;>3 \n\nMost gracious to fulfil thy word CM 866 \n\nMy country, \'tis of thee 6s & 4s 1000 \n\nMy dear Redeemer and my Lord L. M 704 \n\n(21) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LTNES. \n\nMy faith looks up to thee 6s k. 4s 783 \n\nMy Father\'s house on high S. M 1159 \n\nMy former hopes are fled S. M 491 \n\nMy God, how endless is thy love L. M 1011 \n\nMy God, I thank thee; may no thought L. M 605 \n\nMy God, my everlasting hope CM 732 \n\nMy God, my Father, blissful name CM 177 \n\nMy God, my Father, while I stray 8s & 6 659 \n\nMy God, my King, thy various praise L. M 108 \n\nMy God, my portion and my love ...C M 185 \n\nMy God, my prayer attend S. M 648 \n\nMy God, permit me not to be L. M 630 \n\nMy God, permit my tongue S. M... ,. ..655 \n\nMy God, the spring of all my joys CM 681 \n\nMy God, thy boundless love I praise C.PJI 99 \n\nMy God, thy service well demands .CM 762 \n\nMy gracious Lord, I own thy right L. M ..556 \n\nMy Maker and my King S. M 689 \n\nMy never-ceasing song shall show C M 161 \n\nMy opening eyes with rapture see L. M 41 \n\nMy Saviour, fill my soul S. M 662 \n\nMy Saviour, my almighty Friend C M 324 \n\nMy Shepherd will supply my need CM.. 198 \n\nMy son, know thou the Lord S. M 446 \n\nBIy soul, be on thy guard S. M 717 \n\nMy soul forsakes her vain delight C M. t 543 \n\nMy soul, how lovely is the place CM 14 \n\nMy soul lies cleaving to the dust C M 692 \n\nMy soul, repeat his praise , S. M 183 \n\nMy soul shall praise thee, O my God C M 110 \n\nMy soul, triumphant in the Lord C M 713 \n\nMy soul, with joy attend S. M 290 \n\nMy spirit looks to God alone L. M 601 \n\nMy spirit sinks within me, Lord L. M 756 \n\nMy times of sorrow and of joy C M 596 \n\nMy thoughts surmount these lower skies C M 629 \n\nNAKED as from the earth we came C M 572 \n\nNature, with all her powers, shall sing L. M 101 \n\nNature with open volume stands L. M 251 \n\nNo change of time shall ever shock C M .170 \n\nNo more, my God, I boast no more L. M 253 \n\nNor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard C M 1153 \n\nNot all the blood of beasts S. M 254 \n\nNot all the outward forms on earth C. M 377 \n\nNot to condemn the sons of men L. M 212 \n\nNot to the terrors of the Lord C M 789 \n\nNot with our mortal eyes S. M 547. \n\nXow begin the heavenly theme 7s. 275 \n\n(22) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nNow be my heart inspired to sing L. M 333 \n\nNow for a tune of lofty praise L. M 244 \n\nNow, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal CM 1053 \n\nNow is th\' accepted time S. M 435 \n\nNow is the day of grace S. M 436 \n\nNow let my soul, eternal King L. M 387 \n\nNow let our cheerful eyes survey C. M. 297 \n\nNow let our mournful songs record L. M 836 \n\nNow let the angel sound on high L. M 911 \n\nNow the shades of night are gone 7s 1013 \n\nNow to the Lord a noble song L. M 319 \n\nNow to the Lord, who makes us know L. M 321 \n\nNow to the power of God supreme ...L. M 252 \n\nO, ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with C. M 84 \n\nO, all ye nations, praise the Lord, His glorious CM 85 \n\nO, blessed souls are they S. M 495 \n\nO, bless the Lord, my soul, His grace S. M 96 \n\nO, bless the Lord, my soul, Let all S. M 182 \n\nO, cease, my wandering soul S. M 613 \n\nO Christ, what gracious words S. M 276 \n\nO, could I find, from day to day C M 661 \n\nO, could we speak the matchless worth C P. M 304 \n\nO\'er the gloomy hills of darkness 8s, 7s & 4 891 \n\nO\'er the realms of pagan darkness 8s, 7s & 4 877 \n\nO Father, good or evil send C M 570 \n\nO Father, though the anxious fear CM 51 \n\nO for a closer walk with God C M 691 \n\nO for a faith that will not shrink C M 511 \n\nO for a heart to praise my God C M 663 \n\nO for an overcoming faith .C M 1076 \n\nO for a shout of joy H. M .157 \n\nO for a shout of sacred joy C M 248 \n\nO for a sight, a pleasing sight L. M 1154 \n\nO for a thousand seraph tongues C M 351 \n\nO for a thousand tongues to sing C M. ...... 348 \n\nO for that tenderness of heart C. M 483 \n\nO for the death of those S. M 1114 \n\nO God, my inmost soul convert C P. M 1133 \n\nO God, my strength, my hope S. M 67G \n\nO God of mercy, hear my call ....\xe2\x80\x9e C. M 485 \n\nO God of sovereign grace S. M 859 \n\nO God, our help in ages past C M 760 \n\nO God, though countless worlds of light C M 939 \n\nO God, to earth incline S. M 856 \n\nO God, to thee my sinking soul C M ..597 \n\nO happy Christian, who can boast CM 760 \n\nO happy saints, who dwell in light L. M 1180 \n\n3 help us, Lord, each hour of need .....CM .,656 \n\n(23) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nO here, if ever, God of love CM 848 \n\nO holy Lord, our God 6s &. 4s 952 \n\nO, how divine, how sweet the joy CM 780 \n\nO, how I love thy holy law C M 389 \n\nO, in the morn of life, when youth CM 772 \n\nO, lay not up upon this earth 8s &c 7s 580 \n\nO, let my trembling soul be still L. M. 6l 585 \n\nO, let our thoughts and wishes fly CM 1169 \n\nO Lord, and shall our fainting souls.. L. M 383 \n\nO Lord, and will thy pardoning love C. M 800 \n\nO Lord, behold us at thy feet C M 978 \n\nO Lord, I fall before thy face L. M 470 \n\nO Lord, if in the book of life C M 566 \n\nO Lord, I would delight in thee C M 538 \n\nO Lord, our God, arise S. M 879 \n\nO Lord, our God, how wondrous great C M 163 \n\nO Lord, our heavenly King S. M 164 \n\nO Lord, thou art my Lord S. M 537 \n\nO Lord, thy heavenly grace impart L. M 672 \n\nO Lord, thy perfect word S. M 390 \n\nO Lord, thy tender mercy hears C M 482 \n\nO Lord, we in thy footsteps tread CM 823 \n\nO Lord, when billows o\'er me rise C M.......504 \n\nO my soul, what means this sadness 8s, 7s & 4 753 \n\nOnce more, my soul, the rising day CM 1009 \n\nOnce more we meet to pray S. M 480 \n\nOn Jordan\'s stormy banks I stand CM 1173 \n\nOn God we build our sure defence CM 169 \n\nOn that great, that awful day 7s 1131 \n\nOn thee, each morning, O my God CM 1018 \n\nOn the mountain\'s top appearing 8s, 7s <fc 4.. 902 \n\nOn, through Judea\'s palmy plain C M 982 \n\nOnward, onward, men of heaven 8s &. 7s 883 \n\nOnward speed thy conquering flight 7s & 5s 892 \n\nO, praise the Lord in that blest place L. M 86 \n\nO Saviour, welcome to my heart CM. 557 \n\nO sing to Him who loved and bled C M 316 \n\nO sinner, bring not tears alone C M 986 \n\nO sinner, why so thoughtless grown L. M 450 \n\nO, speed thee, Christian, on thy way CM ..722 \n\nO, stay thy tears, for they are blest L. M 1108 \n\nO that I knew the secret place C M 646 \n\nO that the Lord\'s salvation 7s & 6s 919 \n\nO that the Lord would guide my ways C M. ...... 709 \n\nO that thy statutes every hour CM 669 \n\nO thou, from whom all goodness flows C M 667 \n\nO thou, my soul, forget no more .....L. M 844 \n\nO thou Sun of glorious splendor 8s & 7s 871 \n\nO Thou that hearest prayer B. M 359 \n\n(24) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nO Thou that hear\'st the prayer of faith C. P. M 498 \n\nO Thou that hear\'st when sinners cry L. M ,.467 \n\nO Thou, to whom all creatures bow CM ,.165 \n\nO Thou, who nearest prayer 6s &. 5s 1030 \n\nO Thou, who once on Israel\'s ground L. M 920 \n\nO Thou, whose compassionate care 8s 599 \n\nO Thou, whose mercy guides my way C. M 595 \n\nO, turn, great Ruler of the skies L. M 522 \n\nOur blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 8s, 6 & 4 352 \n\nOur Captain leads us on S. M 730 \n\nOur country is Immanuel\'s ground CM 729 \n\nOur Father, God, who art in heaven C M 658 \n\nOur fathers! where are they S. M 1062 \n\nOur God, how firm his promise stands CM 563 \n\nOur heavenly Father, hear S. M 650 \n\nOur Helper, God, we bless his name L. M 1046 \n\nOur little bark, on boisterous seas CM 961 \n\nOur Saviour bowed beneath the wave L. M 804 \n\nOur sins, alas! how strong they are CM 1155 \n\nOur spirits join to praise the Lamb ,.L. M 833 \n\nOut of the deeps, O Lord, we call C M 521 \n\nO, what amazing words of grace CM 410 \n\nO, what is life?\xe2\x80\x94 \'tis like a flower C H. M 1064 \n\nO, where is now that glowing love L. M 684 \n\nO, where shall rest be found S. M .1152 \n\nO, worship the King, all glorious above 10s & lis 72 \n\nO, ye immortal throng H. M 249 \n\nO Zion, tune thy voice H. M 897 \n\nPALMS of glory, raiment bright 7s 1164 \n\nPastor, thou art from us taken 8s & 7s 1117 \n\nPeace, troubled soul, &c L. M. 6l 419 \n\nPeople of the living God 7s 695 \n\nPermit me, Lord, to seek thy face CM 671 \n\nPlanted in Christ, the living vine C M 929 \n\nPlunged in a gulf of dark despair CM 308 \n\nPraise the Lord, his glory bless 7s 73 \n\nPraise the Lord; ye heavens, adore him 8s & 7s 77 \n\nPraise to thee, thou great Creator 8s & 7s 109 \n\nPraise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; There shall . ...C. M 105 \n\nPraise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; Thy saints ....L. M 31 \n\nPraise ye Jehovah\'s name 6s & 4s 74 \n\nPraise ye the Lord; my heart shall join i..L. M 95 \n\nPraise ye the Lord; on every height CM 66 \n\nPrayer is the breath of God in man CM 634 \n\nPrayer is the contrite sinner\'s voice C M 633 \n\nPrayer is the soul\'s sincere desire C M 033 \n\nPrayer may be sweet in cottage homes L. M.. 902 \n\nB (25) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nPrepare us, Lord, to view thy cross C M 841 \n\nProclaim the lofty praise 6s, 8s & 4s 317 \n\nRAISE your triumphant songs.., S. M 269 \n\nRejoice! the Lord is King H. M 325 \n\nReligion is the chief concern C. M 765 \n\nRemark, my soul, the narrow bound C. M 1048 \n\nRemember me, my Saviour God C. M 666 \n\nRemember thee, redeeming Lord C. M 846 \n\nRemember thy Creator 7s & 6s 778 \n\nRepent! the voice celestial cries C. M 452 \n\nReturn, my roving heart, return L. M 490 \n\nReturn, my wandering soul, return L. M 489 \n\nRise, crowned with light, &.c ]0s 900 \n\nRise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 7s & 6s 719 \n\nRise, O my soul, pursue the path CM 728 \n\nRise, Sun of glory, rise H. M 867 \n\nRock of ages, cleft for me 7s 282 \n\nRoll on, thou mighty ocean 7s & 6s.. 890 \n\nSAFELY through another week 7s, 6 l 47 \n\nSalvation is forever nigh L. M 267 \n\nSalvation! O, the joyful sound CM 277 \n\nSaviour, bless thy word to all..... 7s 60 \n\nSaviour, breathe an evening blessing 8s & 7s 1032 \n\nSaviour, I thy word believe 7s &. 6s 374 \n\nSaviour, thy law we love S. M 821 \n\nSaviour, when in dust to thee 7s 652 \n\nSee, daylight is fading, &c 12s & lis 1021 \n\nSee, from Zion\'s sacred mountain 8s, 7s & 4 286 \n\nSee how the fruitless fig-tree stands CM 458 \n\nSee, in the vineyard of the Lord C M 456 \n\nSee Israel\'s gentle Shepherd stand CM 977 \n\nSee the leaves around us falling 8s & 7s 1041 \n\nSerene I laid me down S. M 1016 \n\nServant of God, well done S. M 1118 \n\nShall we go on to sin S. M 670 \n\nShepherd divine, our wants relieve C M 675 \n\nShine, mighty God, on Zion sbine CM 898 \n\nShow pity, Lord j O Lord, forgive L. M 484 \n\nSince all the varying scenes of time C M 190 \n\nSing to the Lord Jehovah\'s name CM 81 \n\nSing to the Lord, in joyful strains CM \xc2\xa32 \n\nSing to the Lord most high ,.H. M 68 \n\nSing to the Lord, ye distant lands C M 214 \n\nSinner, rouse thee from thy sleep 7s 457 \n\nSinner, the voice of God regard C M 447 \n\nSinners, turn : why will ye die 7s 448 \n\n(26) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nSinner, what has earth to show 7s 444 \n\nSinners, will you scorn the message 8s, 7s &. 4 449 \n\nSister, thou wast mild and lovely 8s & 7s .1096 \n\nSo fades the lovely, blooming flower L. M 1088 \n\nSoft be the gently-breathing notes L. M 525 \n\nSoftly fades the twilight ray 7s 56 \n\nSoftly now the light of day 7s 1026 \n\nSoldiers of Christ, arise S. JV1 723 \n\nSo let our lips and lives express L. M 706 \n\nSoon as I heard my Father say .....CM 594 \n\nSoon may the last glad song arise L. M 903 \n\nSound, sojnd the truth abroad Cs & 4s 884 \n\nSource of eternal joys divine C. M 541 \n\nSovereign of worlds above H. M 863 \n\nSovereign of worlds, display thy power t L. M 865 \n\nSovereign Ruler, Lord of all 7s 265 \n\nSow in the morn thy seed S. M 740 \n\nSpirit divine, attend our prayer, CM 937 \n\nSpirit, leave thy house of clay 7s 1083 \n\nSpirit of holiness, descend C M 384 \n\nSpirit of holiness, look down C M 385 \n\nSpirit of peace and holiness L. M 953 \n\nSpirit of peace, celestial Dove CM 701 \n\nSpirit of power and might, behold CM 875 \n\nStand up, my soul, shake off thy fears L. M 720 \n\nStay, thou insulted Spirit, stay L. M 380 \n\nStern Winter throws his icy chains C M 1042 \n\nStill evening comes, with gentle shade L. M 1022 \n\nStill nigh me, O my Saviour, stand L. M. 6l 284 \n\nStill on the Lord thy burden roll CM 560 \n\nStrait is the way, the door is strait C M 688 \n\nStretched on the cross, the Saviour dies L. M ...226 \n\nStricken, smitten, and afflicted 8s & 7s 227 \n\nSubmissive to thy will, my God CM 581 \n\nSuppliant, lo ! thy children bend 7s 966 \n\nSupreme in wisdom, as in power CM 608 \n\nSweet is the friendly voice which speaks C M 493 \n\nSweet is the memory of thy grace C M 187 \n\nSweet is the prayer, whose holy stream C M 640 \n\nSweet is the thought, the promise sweet ,.L. M. 6l .1105 \n\nSweet is the work, my God, my King L. M 50 \n\nSweet is the work, O Lord S. M 45 \n\nSweet was the time when first I felt C M 759 \n\nSwell the anthem, raise the song 7s 999 \n\nTEACH me the measure of my days CM 1055 \n\nThat awful day will surely come C M 1149 \n\nThe awful message came 6s, 8s & 4s 687 \n\nThe billows swell, the winds are high L. M 957 \n\n(27) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nThe blessed Spirit, like the wind . C. M 379 \n\nThe countless multitude on high L. M 349 \n\nThe day approaches, O my soul C. M 1137 \n\nThe day of wrath, that dreadful day L. M 1130 \n\nThe dove let loose in eastern skies C. M 1162 \n\nThee we adore, eternal Name C. M. . , . . . 1081 \n\nThe God of glory sends his summons forth 10s & lis .1139 \n\nThe God of grace and glory calls C. M 565 \n\nThe God of grace will never leave CM 381 \n\nThe God of harvest* praise 6s & 4s... 993 \n\nThe happy morn is come H. M. , 243 \n\nThe heavens declare thy glory, Lord L. M. 78 \n\nThe heaven of heavens cannot contain CM 167 \n\nThe hoary frost, the fleecy snow C M 1043 \n\nThe King of heaven his table spreads C M 424 \n\nThe leaves around me falling 7s & 6s 1040 \n\nThe long-lost son, with streaming eyes C. M 481 \n\nThe Lord is great ; ye hosts of heaven, &c lis & 8s 71 \n\nThe Lord is my Shepherd, no want, Sec..,.. lis 200 \n\nThe Lord is risen indeed S. M 237 \n\nThe Lord Jehovah calls S. M 412 \n\nThe Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state S. P. M 145 \n\nThe Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne H. M 138 \n\nThe Lord my pasture shall prepare L. M. 6l .197 \n\nThe Lord my Shepherd is, And he my H. M 196 \n\nThe Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be S. M 195 \n\nThe Lord of glory is my light C M 604 \n\nThe Lord of glory reigns ; he reigns, &c 10s & lis, 6 l 144 \n\nThe Lord on high proclaims S. M 405 \n\nThe Lord our God is clothed with might C M 139 \n\nThe Lord our God is Lord of all C. M 135 \n\nThe Lord will come; the earth shall quake L. M 1135 \n\nThe man is ever blest S. M G07 \n\nThe mellow eve is gliding 7s & 6s 1027 \n\nThe morning light is breaking .7s Si 6s.... , .. 912 \n\nThe perfect world by Adam trod L. M...., , .938 \n\nThe pity of the Lord S. M 184 \n\nThe Prince of salvation in triumph, &.c,.....12s, 11 & 8....... 906 \n\nThe promise of my Father\'s love CM 838 \n\nThe promises I sing II. M 162 \n\nThe race that long in darkness pined ..C M 217 \n\nThere is a calm for those who weep 8s Sc 4 1085 \n\nThere is a fountain rilled with blood CM 274 \n\nThere is a glorious world of light CM 968 \n\nThere is a hope, a bless6d hope C. M 736 \n\nThere is a house not made with hands C M 1147 \n\nThere is a land mine eye hath seen L. M 1172 \n\nThere is a land of pure delight ...C M 1146 \n\nThere is an hour of hallowed peace C. M 1167 \n\n(28) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nThere is an hour of peaceful rest 8s & 63 1168 \n\nThere is a place of sacred rest ....C. M 1171 \n\nThere is a region lovelier far L. M 1174 \n\nThere is a world of perfect bliss ., CM 1157 \n\nThere seems a voice in every gale L. M 75 \n\nThere^s not a star whose twinkling light C. M 126 \n\nThe Saviour bids us watch and pray CM 716 \n\nThe Saviour calls; let every ear C. M, 423 \n\nThe Saviour kindly calls S. M .981 \n\nThe Saviour lives, no more to die.... L. M 295 \n\nThe Saviour now is gone before C. M 712 \n\nThe Saviour! O, what endless charms CM 309 \n\nThese glorious minds, how bright they shine C M 1175 \n\nThese mortal joys, how soon they fade C M 757 \n\nThe Spirit in our hearts S. M 431 \n\nThe Sun of Righteousness appears C M 239 \n\nThe sun that lights yon broad, blue sky C M 948 \n\nThe swift declining day S. M 445 \n\nThe true Messiah now appears CM 216 \n\nThe truth of God shall still endure C M 160 \n\nThey who on the Lord rely 7s 622 \n\nThine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love L. M 55 \n\nThis day the Lord hath called his own L. M 52 \n\nThis God is the God we adore 8s.. 178 \n\nThis is the day the Lord hath made C M 34 \n\nThis is the word of truth and love L. M 409 \n\nThis place is holy ground S. H. M 1099 \n\nThis world would be a wilderness C M 535 \n\nThou art gone to the grave, &c 12s & lis 1106 \n\nThou art my portion, O my God C M 615 \n\nThou art, O God, the light and life L. M. 6l 129 \n\nThou art the way; \xe2\x80\x94 to thee alone C. M 280 \n\nThou boundless Source of every good C M 654 \n\nThou Fount of blessing, God of love C M 677 \n\nThough I walk through the gloomy vale L. M 199 \n\nThough now the nations sit beneath L. M 869 \n\nThou God of hope, to thee we bow L. M 739 \n\nThou God of sovereign grace S. M 974 \n\nThou hast said, exalted Jesus 8s, 7s & 4 817 \n\nThou Holy Spirit, art S. M 363 \n\nThou Lord of all above S. M 483 \n\nThou Lord of all the worlds on high C M 559 \n\nThou lovely Source of true delight CM 509 \n\nThou only Sovereign of my heart L. M 548 \n\nThou power Supreme, whose mighty scheme C M 631 \n\nThou, that dost my life prolong 7s 1011 \n\nThou, who didst stoop below 6s & 10s 553 \n\nThou, whose almighty word 6s & 4s 876 \n\nThrough all the changing scenes of life C M 193 \n\n(29) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nThrough endless years thou art the same C M .131 \n\nThrough every age, eternal God L. M 1073 \n\nThrough sorrow\'s night and danger\'s path CM 1129 \n\nThuough thy protecting care 6s & 5s 1020 \n\nThus far the Lord has led me on L. M 1023 \n\nThy bounties, gracious Lord S. M 989 \n\nThy goodness, Lord, our souls confess CM 150 \n\nThy kingdom, Lord, forever stands C M 149 \n\nThy name, almighty Lord S. M 925 \n\nThy Spirit pour, O gracious Lord CM 375 \n\nTime is winging us away 7s & 6s 1060 \n\n\'Tis a point I long to know 7s 577 \n\n\'Tis by the faith of joys to come L M 515 \n\n\'Tis done \xe2\x80\x94 the great transaction\'s done L M 825 \n\n*Tis done \xe2\x80\x94 th\' important act is done L M 951 \n\n\xc2\xbbTis faith supports my feeble soul CM 176 \n\n\'Tis faith that lays the sinner low C M 510 \n\n\'Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 so the Saviour cried L. M 230 \n\n>Tis God, the Father, we adore CM 811 \n\n\'Tis God, the Spirit, leads S. M 378 \n\n\'Tis midnight, and on Olive\'s brow L. M 219 \n\nTo bless thy chosen race S. M 918 \n\nTo-day the Saviour calls 6s & 4s 453 \n\nTo God, the only wise S. M 564 \n\nTo heaven I lift mine eyes H. M 173 \n\nTo heaven I lift my waiting eyes C M 168 \n\nTo Him from whom our blessings flow CM 1002 \n\nTo Him who chose us first H. M 121 \n\nTo Him who loved the souls of men CM 851 \n\nTo Jesus, the crown of my hope 8s 1086 \n\nTo-morrow, Lord, is thine S. M 1063 \n\nTo our Redeemer\'s glorious name C M 310 \n\nTo spend one sacred day H. M 13 \n\nTo thee, before the dawning light C M 710 \n\nTo thee, my righteous King and Lord C M 112 \n\nTo thee, my Shepherd and my Lord CM 292 \n\nTo thee, O blessed Saviour 7s & 6s 971 \n\nTo thee this temple we devote C M 944 \n\nTo thy temple we repair 7s 28 \n\n\'Twas by an order from the Lord L. M 400 \n\n\xc2\xbbTwas God who fixed the rolling spheres C M.......137 \n\n\'Twas in the watches of the night C M 679 \n\n\'Twas on that dark, that doleful night L. M 831 \n\nUNSHAKEN as the sacred hill C M 621 \n\nUnto thine altar, Lord S. M 527 \n\nUnveil thy bosom, faithful tomb L. M 1078 \n\nUp to the fields where angels lie L. M 618 \n\n(30) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nVAIN are the hopes the sons of men CM 494 \n\nVital spark of heavenly flame P. M 1080 \n\nWAKE the song of jubilee 7s 915 \n\nWanderer from God, return, return L. M 414 \n\nWatchman, tell us of the night 7s 893 \n\nWeary sinner, keep thine eyes 7s, 6l 427 \n\nWe bid thee welcome in the name L. M 950 \n\nWe come, O Lord, before thy throne C. M 958 \n\nWeeping saint, no longer mourn 7s 523 \n\nWeeping sinners, dry your tears 7s 429 \n\nWeep not for the saint that ascends 8s & 9s 1119 \n\nWe give immortal praise H. M 118 \n\nWe have met in peace together 8s & 7s 965 \n\nWelcome, delightful morn H. M 44 \n\nWelcome, sweet day of rest ..< S. M 40 \n\nWe sing the Saviour\'s love S. M 293 \n\nWhat are those soul-reviving strains L. M 331 \n\nWhat equal honors shall we bring L. M 344 \n\nWhat glory gilds the sacred page CM 395 \n\nWhat shall I render to my God CM 15 \n\nWhat shall the dying sinner do L. M 497 \n\nWhat sinners value I resign L. M 1165 \n\nWhat though no flowers the fig-tree clothe C M 592 \n\nWhat though the arm of conquering death C M 1115 \n\nWhen Abrah\'m, full of sacred awe CM 984 \n\nWhen all thy mercies, O my God CM 693 \n\nWhen, as returns this solemn day L. M 49 \n\nWhen, bending o\'er the brink of life ...C M 1074 \n\nWhen blooming youth is snatched away CM 1091 \n\nWhen brighter suns and milder skies CM 1038 \n\nWhence do our mournful thoughts arise C M 623 \n\nWhene\'er the clouds of sorrow roll C M 571 \n\nWhen fainting in the sultry waste CM 591 \n\nWhen floating on life\'s troubled sea CM 1067 \n\nWhen forced to part from those we love 8s & 7s 1066 \n\nWhen gloomy thoughts and fears S. M 768 \n\nWhen God is nigh, my faith is strong L. M 1128 \n\nWhen God revealed his gracious name CM 782 \n\nWhen I can read my title clear .CM 1156 \n\nWhen I can trust my all with God C H. M 583 \n\nWhen I survey the wondrous cross L. M 834 \n\nWhen languor and disease invade C M 627 \n\nWhen, marshalled on the nightly plain L. M 959 \n\nWhen morning\'s first and hallowed ray C M 1008 \n\nWhen musing sorrow weeps the past CM 626 \n\nWhen overwhelmed with grief S. M 625 \n\nWhen power divine, in mortal form L. M 569 \n\nWhsn rising from the bed of death CM 459 \n\n(31) \n\n\n\nINDEX UF FIRST LINES. \n\nWhen shall the voice of singing 7s & 6s 907 \n\nWhen shall we meet again 6s & 5s 1070 \n\nWhen sickness shakes the languid frame CM 624 \n\nWhen sins and fears, prevailing, rise L. M 287 \n\nWhen sorrows round us roll S. M 545 \n\nWhen the last trumpet\'s awful voice CM 1121 \n\nWhen the vale of death appears 7s & 4 1084 \n\nWhen the worn spirit wants repose.... C. M........33 \n\nWhen thickly beat the storms of life L. M 171 \n\nWhen thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come C P. M 1143 \n\nWhen through the torn sail, &c 12s 960 \n\nWhen thy harvest yields thee pleasure 8s & 7s, 6l 745 \n\nWhen thy mortal life is fled 7s 455 \n\nWhen verdure clothes the fertile vale CM 1036 \n\nWhen we pass through yonder river 8s &c 7s 1161 \n\nWhere can we hide, or whither fly L. M 130 \n\nWhere is my Saviour now H. M 685 \n\nWhere is my God? \xe2\x80\x94 does he retire L. M 614 \n\nWhere shall we go to seek and find L. M 935 \n\nWhile I keep silence, and conceal L. M 496 \n\nWhile in the tender years of youth C. M 769 \n\nWhile in this sacred rite of thine CM 803 \n\nWhile life prolongs its precious light L. M 451 \n\nWhile my Redeemer\'s near, S. M 291 \n\nWhile thee I seek, protecting Power. . CM 17 \n\nWhile, with ceaseless course, the sun 7s 1049 \n\nWho are these in bright array 7s... ...1176 \n\nWho, but thou, almighty Spirit 8s, 7s & 4 874 \n\nWho can describe the joys that rise L. M. 779 \n\nWho can forbear to sing S. M 781 \n\nWho, O Lord, when life is o\'er .7s 1151 \n\nWhy do we mourn departing friends CM 1092 \n\nWhy droops my soul, with grief oppressed L. Iff.. 526 \n\nWhy, O my soul, O, why depressed CM 628 \n\nWhy on the bending willows hung L. M 922 \n\nWhy should the children of a King CM .382 \n\nWhy should we start and fear to die L. M 1072 \n\nWhy will ye waste on trifling cares L. M 437 \n\nWide, ye heavenly gates, unfold 7s 245 \n\nWill God in very deed descend CM 943 \n\nWith all my powers of heart and tongue L. M. ...... 106 \n\nWith earnest longings of the mind ...CM 586 \n\nWith grateful hearts, with joyful tongues L. P. M 1004 \n\nWith guilt oppressed, bowed down with sin CM 466 \n\nWith humble heart and tongue S. M.......771 \n\nWithin thy house, O Lord, our God CM 29 \n\nWith joy we hail the sacred day C M 43 \n\nWith joy we meditate the grace CM 298 \n\nWith my whole heart I\'ve sought thy face C M.. ....589 \n\n(32) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nWith one consent, let all the earth L. M 1 \n\nWith sacred joy we lift our eyes C. M 9 \n\nWith songs and honors sounding loud CM 1035 \n\nWith tears of anguish I lament C. M 473 \n\nWith willing hearts we tread S. M 798 \n\nWould you behol d the works of God L. M 963 \n\nWould you win a soul to God 7s....... 956 \n\nYE angels, bless the Lord S. M ,312 \n\nYe angels, who stand round the throne 8s 1103 \n\nYe boundless realms of joy..... H. M 90 \n\nYe Christian heralds, go proclaim L. M 882 \n\nYe earthly vanities, depart C. M.......533 \n\nYe glittering toys of earth, adieu C. M. ...... 534 \n\nYe golden lamps of heaven, farewell.... C. M 1113 \n\nYe humble souls, approach your God C. M ..153 \n\nYe men and angels, witness now C. M 830 \n\nYe messengers of Christ S. M 887 \n\nYe nations round the earth, rejoice L. M 6 \n\nYe servants of God, your Master proclaim 10s &c lis 326 \n\nYe servants of the Lord S. M 715 \n\nYes, God himself hath sworn 6s, 8s & 4s 574 \n\nYe sinners, fear the Lord S. M 440 \n\nYes, my native land, I love thee 8s, 7s & 4 889 \n\nYe sons of earth, arise S. M 432 \n\nYe sons of men, with joy record L. M 185 \n\nYes, there are joys that cannot die. C. M 1160 \n\nYes, the Redeemer rose H. M 236 \n\nYes, we trust the day is breaking 8s, 7s & 4 904 \n\nYe that obey th\' immortal King C. M 4 \n\nYe trembling captives, hear S. M. ...... 430 \n\nYe trembling souls, dismiss your fears C. M 611 \n\nYe tribes of Adam, join EL M 67 \n\nYe, who in his courts are found 7s, 6i 415 \n\nYe wretched, hungry, starving poor C. M 420 \n\nYour harps, ye trembling saints S. M 708 \n\nZION, awake; thy strength renew L. M.......896 \n\nZion stands with hills surrounded 8s, 7s & 4.... ...795 \n\n(33J \n\n\n\nB* \n\n\n\nGENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nWORSHIP 1\xe2\x80\x9432 \n\nTHE SABBATH 33\xe2\x80\x9465 \n\nPRAISE TO GOD 66\xe2\x80\x94116 \n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY 117\xe2\x80\x94125 \n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OP GOD. \n\n1. In Himself 126\xe2\x80\x94162 \n\n2. With Reference to his Creatures 163 \xe2\x80\x94 200 \n\nCHRIST 201\xe2\x80\x94250 \n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST 251\xe2\x80\x94277 \n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST 278\xe2\x80\x94307 \n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST 308\xe2\x80\x94351 \n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT 352\xe2\x80\x94385 \n\nTHE SCRIPTURES 386\xe2\x80\x94403 \n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL 404\xe2\x80\x94433 \n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION 434\xe2\x80\x94458 \n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH 459-515 \n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES 518\xe2\x80\x94785 \n\nTHE CHURCH 786\xe2\x80\x94797 \n\nBAPTISM 798\xe2\x80\x94825 \n\nCHURCH FELLOWSHIP 826\xe2\x80\x94830 \n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER 831\xe2\x80\x94851 \n\nMISSIONS 852\xe2\x80\x94926 \n\nCONSTITUTION OF A CHURCH 927\xe2\x80\x94931 \n\nDEDICATION HYMNS 932\xe2\x80\x94944 \n\nORDINATION HYMNS 945\xe2\x80\x94956 \n\nSEAMEN\'S HYMNS 957\xe2\x80\x94964 \n\n(34) \n\n\n\nGENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\nSABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS .965\xe2\x80\x94 973 \n\nMATERNAL HYMNS 974\xe2\x80\x94982 \n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING 983\xe2\x80\x94999 \n\nNATIONAL HYMNS 1000\xe2\x80\x941007 \n\nMORNING HYMNS 1008\xe2\x80\x941020 \n\nEVENING HYMNS 1021\xe2\x80\x941034 \n\nTHE SEASONS 1035\xe2\x80\x941043 \n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR 1044-1053 \n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME 1054\xe2\x80\x94 I0G4 \n\nMEETING AND PARTING 1065\xe2\x80\x941070 \n\nDEATH 1071\xe2\x80\x941120 \n\nRESURRECTION 1121\xe2\x80\x941129 \n\nJUDGMENT DAY 1130\xe2\x80\x941145 \n\nHEAVEN U4G\xe2\x80\x94 1180 \n\nDOXOLOGIES Page G24 \n\n\n\nCHANTS, AND SELECTIONS FOR CHANTING Page 629 \n\n(35) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nThe figures designate the Hymns. \n\n\n\n\xe2\x96\xa0* ABSENCE from Christ deprecated, \n542, 548, 614, 646. \nfinal, from God, intolerable, \n1142. \nAccepted time, 412, 435\xe2\x80\x94441, 445 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94447, 451, 453. \nAdoption, desiring evidence of, \n\n177, 191, 532, 559, 673. \nAdvent of Christ, 208, 209, 211, \n213, 331. \ndesign of the, 211, 212. \nfirst and second, 214. \nsecond, 332, 336, 1134\xe2\x80\x941136, \n1138, 1140, 1141. \nAdversity, rejoicing in, 592. \nAfflicted, afterthought of the, 582. \nsympathy with the, 741 \xe2\x80\x94 745. \nAffliction, asking mercy in, 595. \nbenefit of, 590, 597, 600. \nblessedness of submission in, \n\n541, 583, 597, 627. \nfrom God, 179, 599. \nand mercies from God, 572. \nGod a support in, 171, 545, 583, \n\n584, 590, 595, 628, 631. \nmerciful visitations, 605. \npatience in, 579. \nprayer in, 597, 599, 675, 678, \n\n680. \nsweetness of the promises in, \n\n598, 627. \n\nsubmission in, 177, 179, 513, \n570\xe2\x80\x94573, 579, 581\xe2\x80\x94583, 585, \n587, 588, 590, 592, 595\xe2\x80\x94597, \n\n599, 600, 605, 624, 626\xe2\x80\x94628, \n631, 654, 659, 660, 664, 667, \n668, 678, 680, 733. \n\ntrusting God in, 598, 601, 602, \n605. \nAlarm, 459, 491. \nAlmost Christian, 686. \nAngel, missionary, 892. \nAngels, song of, 201, 203\xe2\x80\x94208, 245 \n\xe2\x80\x94248. \nsympathy of, with Christ, 249, \n250. \n\n\n\nArmor, the Christian, 720, 722, 723. \n\nAssurance of divine favor, de- \nsiring, 177, 532, 541, 545,559, \n577. \ntriumph of, 251, 574, 1155. \n\nAtonement, relying on the, 470, \n502, 504. \nsufficiency of, 258, 272, 274, \n275, 410, 416, 421, 426\xe2\x80\x94428, \n470, 485, 497, 502, 504. \n\nB. \n\nBACKSLIDER warned, 687. \nBacksliding and repentance, 682, \n684. \nreturn from, desired, 467, 468, \n522, 524, 586, 682, 684, 6\xc2\xa35, \n691, 692, 759. \nBaptism, an act of obedience, 800, \n801, 809, 813. \nan act of worship, 811. \na Ciiristian profession, 815. \nburial with Christ by, 817, 822, \n\n823. \ncheerfulness in, 812, 821. \nemblem of Christ\'s death, 805. \nof Christ, 810, 818. \nin imitation of Christ, 799, 802, \n\n804, 806, 819. \ninto Christ, 798. \nself-coasecration in, 803, 811, \n\n825. \nthe Spirit invoked in, 807, 808, \n\n814, 816, 820. \nafter, 824. \nBethlehem, star of, 202, 551, 959. \nBlood of Christ, relying on, 223, \n254, 258, 262, 264, 272, 274, \n282, 316, 470, 474, 485, 502, \n504, 527, 851. \nthe only wav of salvation, \n264, 497, 498, 528. \nBroad and narrow way, 686, 688. \nBroken heart and a bleeding Sav- \niour, 477, 527. \n\n\n\n(36) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nCASTING care on God, 176, 535, \n\n538, 550, 601, 602. \nChildren, Christ regarding 1 , 977. \nChrist blessing, 931, 932. \nexhorted, 446. \nhosannas of, to Christ, 331. \npraising God, 114, 971\xe2\x80\x94973. \npraising God in heaven, 968. \nprayer for, 425, 773, 774, 974\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n982. \nsolicitude for conversion of,974. \nChrist, advent of, 211\xe2\x80\x94213, 331. \nadvent, first and second, 214. \nadvent, second, 332, 336,1134\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n1136, 1138, 1140, 1141. \nour advocate, 102, 296\xe2\x80\x94298, \n\n300, 614. \nall and in all, 257, 299, 342, \n\n662. \nbirth of, 201\xe2\x80\x94209, 217. \nblood of, 223, 254, 258, 262, \n\n264, 272, 274, 282, 316, 470, \n\n474, 485, 502, 504, 527, 851. \nbread of life, 283. 847. \ncommission of, 268. \ncompassion of, 210, 260, 302, \n\n833, 840. \ncondescension of, 309, 499,833, \n\n840. \ncoronation of, 334, 336, 338. \non the cross, 223\xe2\x80\x94230, 232. \ndeath of, 223\xe2\x80\x94232, 472. \ndeath and resurrection of, 232. \ndeity, humiliation, and exalta- \ntion of, 244. \nequal with the Father, 244. \nenthroned and worshipped, 323. \nexaltation of, 342, 345. \nexaltation and intercession of, \n\n300, 614. \nour example, 702, 704, 707, 763. \nexcellence of, 257, 304. \nfaithfulness of, 294. \nforgiving his enemies, 763. \nfountain of life, 286, 502, 544. \nfinal triumph of, 241, 320, 337, \n\n350, 856, 861, 863, 868, 871, \n\n903, 906,911. \nfriend, 178, 289. \nin Gethsemane, 219\xe2\x80\x94222. \nGod in, 307. \nGod incarnate, 209, 232, 234, \n\n239, 240, 242, 245, 307, 309, \n\n329. \nGod and man, 239. \nguide, 281. \nhigh priest, 297, 298. \nhosanna to, 248, 331, 350. \nhumiliation of, 207, 210, 329. \n\n\n\nChrist, humiliation and triumph of- \n\n322. \nindebtedness to, 257. \nking, 325, 332, 333, 339. \nking of saints, 330. \nkingdom of, among men, 854, \n\n879,905,910,911,915. \nkingdom and priesthood of, 335- \nLamb of God, 273, 343, 344, \n\n527, 555, 783. \nlife eternal in Christ alone, 547. \nlight of the world, 215, 217. \nour life, 287, 303. \nliving and almighty Saviour, \n\n295. \nlove of, 223, 224, 228, 293, 302, \n\n308\xe2\x80\x94310, 329, 340, 549, 833, \n\n834. \nmediation of, 216, 269, 294, 315. \nmediator, 102, 296\xe2\x80\x94298, 300. \nmiracles of, 218. \nnames of, 217. \nnew song to, 343. \nnot ashamed of, 554, 705. \npardon in, 272, 279, 470, 471, \n\n474-477, 497, 498, 500. \npardon through his sufferings, \n\n255. \npeace through his intercession, \n\n298. \nphysician, 279, 599. \npraise to, 36, 244, 308\xe2\x80\x94351, \n\n851. \nprecious, 276, 305, 306, 348. \npresent in his churches, 30, \n\n288, 927, 1062. \nprophet, priest, and king, 301. \npropitiation, 185, 186, 231, 264, \n\n470, 474, 485, 498, 844. \nransom , 224, 227\xe2\x80\x94231 , 243, 250. \nredeemer and judge, 321, 325. \nrefuge, 282, 285. \nremembering, 842 \xe2\x80\x94 846. \nresurrection of, 233\xe2\x80\x94243. \nresurrection of, celebrated, 34, \n\n36, 38. \nresurrection and ascension of, \n\n242, 243. \nrock of ages, 111,282. \nour sacrifice, 227, 229, 231, \n\n254, 259, 263, 415, 426, 470, \n\n472, 474, 485, 498, 500, 504. \nsalvation through, 251 \xe2\x80\x94 253, \n\n256, 258\xe2\x80\x94260, 262, 263, 267, \n\n272, 494. \nSaviour, 223\xe2\x80\x94230, 316. \nseen of angels, 249, 250. \nshepherd, 231, 290\xe2\x80\x94292, 977. \nsubstance of Leviticai priest- \nhood, 216. \nsufferings of, 219\xe2\x80\x94 231, 528,834. \n\n\n\n(37) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nChrist, sufferings and exaltation of, \n\n836. \nsun of righteousness, 278. \nsupport in temptation, 284. \nteaching of, 406. \ntriumphant ascension of, 245 \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n248. \nunchangeable friend, 178, 289. \nunseen, yet beloved, 547. \nvictories* of, 337, 868, 870, 872. \nvictory and exaltation of, 241, \n\n320, 333. \nvision of, anticipated, 764, 1086, \n\n1087. \nvital union to, 303. \nway, truth, and life, 280. \nwelcomed as a Saviour, 209. \nChristian, anxious, 690 \xe2\x80\x94 692. . \n\nnot ashamed of Christ, 552, \n\n554, 721, 800, 807, 819. \nbacksliding and returning, 467, \n\n468, 489, 592, 524, 542, 586, \n\n682, 684, 685, 691, 692, 759, \n\n1042. \nbearing shame for Christ, 705. \nbenevolent, 737 \xe2\x80\x94 748. \nblessedness of, 578, 607, 694, \n\n750, 766, 1101, 1103, 1104, \n\n1108, 1111. \nbrotherly love, 696\xe2\x80\x94701, 703, \n\n848. \nburdened with guilt, 466 \xe2\x80\x94 475. \nburial of, 1078, 1096, 1098, \n\n1107. \ncasting care on God, 176, 535, \n\n538,560, 601, 602. \ncheered by God\'s presence, 603. \nChrist, the strength of, 324, \n\n546. \nChrist, all in all to, 256, 257, \n\n278, 2*5, 287, 292, 299, 305 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94307, 547, 556, 662, 681. \ncomforted in prospect of death, \n\n233. \ncommuning with God, 630, 679, \n\n710, 1026. \nconfessing sin, 264\xe2\x80\x94266, 432, \n\n462, 480, 495, 496. \nconfiding in Christ, 178, 253, \n\n254, 296, 324, 783. \ncontented, 573, 579, 664. \ncontrit e, 46 1 , 463, 482, 525, 527. \nconversing with heaven, 629. \ndead to the world and sin, 536, \n\n822. \ndelighting in God, 54, 538, 681. \ndelighting in the scriptures, \n\n387\xe2\x80\x94390, 394\xe2\x80\x94403, 615. \ndepending on Christ, 253, 516, \n\n517, 524, 526, 527, 544, 545, \n\n653. \n\n\n\nChristian, depending on mercy, 529. \ndepending on the Spirit, 353, \n\n356\xe2\x80\x94375, 378\xe2\x80\x94385, 518. \ndelivered in answer to prayer, \n\n501,754. \ndepravity, his sense of, 492, \n\n500. \ndesiring various blessings. See \n\nPraver. \ndoubting, 577. \ndying, 1080, 1089, 1092, 1093, \n\n1097, 1099, 1100, 1101\xe2\x80\x941104, \n\n1107, 1110\xe2\x80\x941114, 1157. \nencouraged, 623, 708, 720, 725, \n\n753 782. \nenjoying assurance, 261, 552, \n\n559, 574. \nenjoying presence of Christ, 42, \n\n832, 835, 849. \nexample of Christ, following, \n\n220, 221, 530, 551, 702, 704, \n\n729, 763, 798\xe2\x80\x94800, 802, 804, \n\n806, 807,811, 812, 815, 817\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n823. \nfilial trust of, 191, 540, 559, 673. \nfinding mercy in Christ, 550. \nfleeing to Christ, 268, 269, 433, \n\n500, 671. \nfleeing to the mercy-seat, 519, \n\n619. \nfollowing example of departed \n\nsaints, 727, 728, 1062. \nforgiven, 495. \nforgiving enemies, 763. \ngodly sorrow of, 460\xe2\x80\x94463, 472, \n\n477. \ngrace, preserved by, 546, 564. \ngrace, relying on, 830. \ngrace, sufficient for, 503, 546. \ngrace, saved by, 252, 266, 349, \n\n520. \ngradual progress of, 565 \xe2\x80\x94 568. \ngratitude of, 15, 86,93, 96, 108, \n\n110, 112, 543, 610, 655, 689, \n\n693. \nguilt, his sense of, 464, 466, \n\n476, 487. \nin the hands of Christ, 303, 561. \nhappiness of, only in God, 175, \n\n181, 188, 192, 535, 538, 593. \nheaven, anticipating, 32, 304, \n\n330, 629, 713, 1158, 1165, \n\n1168. \nheaven, looking to, 580, 735, \n\n1148, 1154. \nheaven, the reward of the, \n\n1146\xe2\x80\x941180. \nheavenly joy of, on earth, 767 \nhoping only in God, 175 \xe2\x80\x94 177 \n\n181, 188, 584, 594, 617, 619. \n\n681. \n\n\n\n(38) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR L\\ T DEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nChristian,imitating Christ,220, 221, \n\n530, 551. 702, 704, 729, 7(53, \n\n798\xe2\x80\x94800, 802, 804, 80G, 807, \n\n811,812,815,817\xe2\x80\x94823. \n\nindwelling sin, lamenting, 473, \n\n475, 478, 487. \ningratitude, his sense of, 461, \n\n683, 690. \njustified, 243, 231. \nlamenting absence of Christ, \n\n542. \nlamenting inconstancy and \n\ncoldness, 22, 758. \nlamenting indwelling sin, 473, \n\n475, 478, 487. \nlamenting lost comforts, 684, \n\n685, 759. \nleaving all for Christ, 530, 532, \n\n533\xe2\x80\x94535, 537\xe2\x80\x94539, 543, 548, \n\n556\xe2\x80\x94558, 575, 576. \nliving by faith, 513, 536. \nlooking to Jesus, 536, 553. \nloving the church, 788, 789. \nmutual fellowship of, 697, 826 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94829, 1068. \nobeying Christ, 801, 809, 812, \n\n813, 821,823. \nparting with the world, 188, \n\n530, 532-534, 537, 539, 543, \n\n548, 556\xe2\x80\x94558. \npatient in suffering, 579. \npeace of the penitent, 489, 493. \npleading merits of Christ, 524. \npleading promises, 30, 519, \n\n943. \npraying for various blessings. \n\nSee Prayer. \nprofited by affliction, 590, 597, \n\n600, 733. \npromises, sweet to the, 598. \nrace, 719, 720, 722, 724\xe2\x80\x94726, \n\n729\xe2\x80\x94731. \nrejoicing in adversity, 592. \nreligion exemplified by the, \n\n706. \nrenouncing sin, 486, 670. \nrepentance and faith of, 460 \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n515. \nresignation of, 177, 179, 190, \n\n513, 570\xe2\x80\x94573, 579, 581\xe2\x80\x94583, \n\n585, 587, 588, 590, 592, 595\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n597, 599, 600, 605, 624, 626 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94628, 631, 654, 659, 660, \n\n664, 667, 668, 678, 680, 733. \nresorting to God in trouble, 176, \n\n560, 604. \nsafety of, 111, 168\xe2\x80\x94174, 193, \n\n194. \nsafety of, in Christ, 281, 282, \n\n285, 290, 294, 297, 552, 562. \nsafety of, in the cross, 531. \n\n\n\nChristian, safety of, in God only, \n\n174, 535, 563, 613, 621, 622, \n\n623. \nsalvation of, secure, 552, 567. \nnot satisfied by the world, 575, \n\n576. \nself-dedication, 537, 620, 784, \n\n785,803,811,825. \nself-denial for Christ, 558. \nself-examination, 490, 577. \nsteadfastness of the, 281, 533, \n\n53d, 537, 557, 672. \nsustained by God, 189, 194\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n200, 608, 620\xe2\x80\x94624. \nthoughts of, in affliction, 626. \ntrusting in Christ for pardon, \n\n253, 258, 260, 266, 268, 269, \n\n272, 498, 548. \ntrusting in divine mercy, 521. \ntrusting in God, 153, 168 \xe2\x80\x94 170, \n\n173, 180, 523, 594, 605, 616, \n\n617, 625, 655, 718. \ntrusting in Providence, 570, \n\n585. \nunion of, to Christ, 303. \nwaiting at the throne of grace, \n\n523. \nwaiting on God, 586. \nwarfare, 714\xe2\x80\x94730. \nwelcoming Christ to the heart, \n\n557. \nand wicked, 609, 761. \nChurch, Christ the foundation of \n\nthe, 787. \nconstitution of a, 929. \nGod in the, 931. \njoining the, 695. \nlove to the, 788. \nnew members welcomed, 826 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94829. \none, 696, 789\xe2\x80\x94791, 793, 1068. \nsafety of, 794, 795, 797, 930, \n\n931. \nvictorious, 792, 796. \nColdness and inconstancy lament- \ned, 22,758. \nComforts lost, deplored, 684, 685, \n\n690\xe2\x80\x94692, 759. \nConfidence in Christ, 783. \nConfession of sin, 265, 462, 480. \nContentment, 573, 579. \n\ndesired, 664. \nContrition, 461, 482, 525. \nConversion of sinners, joy for, \n\n779\xe2\x80\x94781. \njoy on account of, 782. \nConviction by the law, 478. \nCovenant, the new, sealed, 838. \nCreation, love of God seen in, \n\n99, 126. \npraising God, 75, 76, 97, 98. \n\n\n\n(39) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nCross, 270,271. \nsafety in, 531. \nsubdued by the, 469. \nwelcome from the, 228,426,427. \n\nT>. \n\nDEATH and judgment appointed \n\nto all, 1082. \nasleep in Jesus, 1109. \ndesiring to be with Christ, 1086. \ndisarmed, 1072. \ndying Christian, 1075, 1076, \n\n1093, 1097, 1106, 1107. \ndying Christian tranquil, 1099, \n\n1102, 1110, 1111, 1114. \ndying Christian not to be la- \nmented, 1097, 1098, HOi, \n\n1112. \ndying Christian, address to, \n\n1100. \ndying Christian, soliloquy of, \n\n1080, 1089. \ndying Christian, farewell of, \n\n1113, 1157. \ncomfort in death of Christians, \n\n1100, 1112. \nChristian\'s burial, 1078, 1098. \nburial of a friend, 1094, 1107. \nburial of a pious young female, \n\n1096. \nfarewell to a departed friend, \n\n1106. \nfriends separated by, 1090. \nof Christian friends, 1092. \nof an infant, 1088, 1095. \nof a young person, 1091. \nof the martyrs, 1120. \nof a minister, 1115. \nof an aged minister, 1118. \nof a young minister, 1116. \nof a missionary, 1119. \nof a pastor, 1117. \nman dies, but God lives, 1071. \nhope of meeting after, 1105. \nprayer for support in, 680, 1074, \n\n1084. \npreparation for, 1077. \nGod a support in, 195 \xe2\x80\x94 200. \npresence of God makes it easy, \n\n1075. \nwelcomed, 735. \nrighteous blessed in, 1103, 1104, \n\n1108, 1111. \nsummons of, 1083. \nvictory over, 1076. \nvictory over, in hope of resur- \nrection, 1087, 1128. \nand the grave, 1085. \nwarning from the grave, 1081. \nmeditation on the tomb, 1079. \n\n\n\nDedication hymns. \n\nGod\'s condescension, 941, 943. \nhouse of prayer and praise, \n\n932, 935. \nhouse of prayer for all people, \n\n940. \npresence and blessing of God \ninvoked, 29, 933, 934, 936, \n937, 939, 942, 944. \ntemple of nature, 948. \nDelay, danger of, 437, 441\xe2\x80\x94443, 456, \n\n458, 1059, 1061, 1063, 1137. \nDelight in God, 538. \nDeliverance, prayer for, 465. \n\ngranted, 501, 754. \nDependence on Christ, 516, 517, 524, \n526, 527, 544, 545, 553. \non the Spirit, 353, 356\xe2\x80\x94375, \n\n378\xe2\x80\x94385, 518. \non mercv, 529. \nDepravity, 492, 500. \nDesertion and hope, 586. \nDespondency, trusting God in, 756. \nDevotion, daily and nightly, 4. \nhabitual, 17, 710, 1008. \nenjoyment in, 849. \nDifficulties of the way of life, 686, \n\n688. \nDismission, 62 \xe2\x80\x94 65. \nDivine guidance, 602, 603. \n\nE. \n\nEARTH, looking from, to heaven, \n\n735, 1149. \nElection, 121, 125, 252, 293, 835. \nEncouragement, 623, 708, 720, 725, \n753, 782. \nto faithfulness, 730. \nto Zion, 896, 902, 930. \nEnjoyment of Christ\'s love, 549. \nEvening hymn, 1021. \n\nconfidence in God\'s protection, \n\n1032. \ndaily mercies recognized, 1029. \ndevotion, 1034. \nGod\'s goodness acknowledged, \n\n1024. \npraise, 108, 1033. \nprayer, 1021, 1024\xe2\x80\x941032, 1034. \nreflections, 1022, 1023, 1025, \n\n1028, 1111. \nthoughts at sunset, 1026, 1027. \n\n\n\nFAITH, act of, 254, 264, 265, 285, \n309, 500, 531, 784, 785, 1142. \neffects of, 509. \n\nevidence of things not seen, 506. \nexcellence of, 512. \n\n\n\n(40) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nFaith, exercise of, 783. \n\ngift of God, 508, 510. \n\njustification by, 261. \n\na living, 514. \n\nliving by, 513, 536. \n\noffice of, 505. \n\npower of, 507. \n\nprayer for strong, 511. \n\nwalking bv, 515, 1126, 1147. \n\nweak, 758\', 1146. \nFasting and prayer, 480. \n\npublic, 983\xe2\x80\x94988. \nFavor of God preferred to sinners\' \n\nprosperity, 761. \nFellowship of Christians, 698, 826\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n829, 929, 1068. \nFig-tree, the barren, 456, 458. \nFilial confidence, 540, 559. \n\nsubmission, 673. \nFollowing Christ, 551, 729, 730, 812. \nForgiveness of enemies, 763. \nForsaking all for Christ, 530, 533, \n\n534, 539, 542, 576. \nFrailty of man, 184, 760, 1071, 1073. \n\nG. \n\nGENTILES coming into the \n\nchurch, 900. \nGod, all things of, 126, 129, 135. \nall-sufficient refuge, 601. \nark of safety, 613. \nauthor of salvation, 109. \nbreathing after, 591, 614, 618, \n\n710, 712. \ncharacter of, seen in the gospel, \n\n318. \ncommunion with, 630, 679,710, \n\n1026. \ncondescension of, 138,139, 158, \n\n163\xe2\x80\x94165, 167, 935, 941, 943. \nconfidence in, 194, 611. \ncreator, 127, 129, 130. \ndefence, 169, 170. \ndelight in, 538. \ndominion of, 144. \ndominion, eternity, and immu- \ntability of, 41. \neternity of, 128. \neternity of, and human frailty, \n\n760, 1073. \nfaithfulness of, 77, 100, 160\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n162. \nfather, 177, 191, 192. \nglory of, 72, 141, 143. \nglory in his works and word, \n\n76, 150. \nglory and grace seen in Christ, \n\n153, 319. \ngoodness of, 150, 152, 185\xe2\x80\x94187, \n\n190. \n\n\n\nGod, goodness acknowledged, 15, 93, \n96,108,113,610,754. \n\ngoodness celebrated, 185\xe2\x80\x94187, \n992, 994. \n\ngoodness of, moderating afflic- \ntion, 179. \n\ngoodness of, seen in his works, \n107, 126, 150. \n\ngoodness of, universal, 998. \n\ngoodness of, and truth, 68, 166. \n\ngreatness of, 71. \n\nguardian, 168, 169. \n\nguide and strength, 606. \n\nholiness of, 89, 159. \n\nin all, 135, 610. \n\nin Christ, 307, 319. \n\nincomprehensible,* 148. \n\njustice of, 263, 265, 464, 479, \n484, 494. \n\nkind to our frailty, 184. \n\nlove of, 153, 155\xe2\x80\x94157. \n\nlove of, seen in creation, 99,126. \n\nlove of, seen in the death of \nChrist, 212, 268, 269. \n\nmajesty of, 94, 139, 145. \n\nmercy of, 183, 405. \n\nmercy to soul and body,182,189. \n\nomnipotent, 137. \n\nomnipresent, 130, 132, 167. \n\nomniscient, 133. \n\nomniscient and omnipresent, \n134, 136. \n\none God forever, 178. \n\nover all, 138, 139. \n\nperfections of, 151. \n\nperfections displayed in his gov- \nernment, 143. \n\nportion, 174, 175, 181, 188, 189. \n\npresent with his people, 14, 167. \n\npreserver, 168, 173, 180. \n\nprovidence of, 149, 1052. \n\ndark providences, 142, 147, 148, \n190, 289, 585. \n\nrefuge and portion, 153, 172. \n\nrock, 171. \n\nsafety in, 180, 193, 617, 620\xe2\x80\x94 \n628. \n\nsearcher of hearts, 133. \n\nseen in his works, 126, 127. \n\nseen in creation and the gospol, \n153, 154, 185. \n\nshepherd, 195\xe2\x80\x94200. \n\nsovereign purposes of, 147, 148. \n\nstrength in, 608, 760. \n\nsupport, 176, 601, 602. \n\nunchangeable, 131, 178. \n\nwaiting to be gracious, 80, 81, \n166. \n\nwisdom and knowledge of, 140. \n\nworks recounted to posterity, \n11C. \n\n\n\n(41) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nGoodness, year crowned with, 994. \nGospel, 76, 150, 153. \n\nexemplified in the life, 706. \n\nfeast, 418, 420, 422, 424, 835. \n\nfountain of living water, 410. \n\nglad tidings of, 449. \n\nnot ashamed of, 552. \n\norder, 786. \n\noriginating in mercy, 404. \n\npower of, 409. \n\nrejoicing in the, 408, 949. \n\nsavor of life or death, 411. \n\nsuccess of, 912. SeeMissioNs. \n\nsummons, 901. \n\nsuited to give peace, 419, 497. \n\ntrumpet, 422, 430. \nGrace of God, seen in Christ, 251, \n319. \n\nday of, 435\xe2\x80\x94441, 443. \n\npreserving, 564. \n\nrelying on, 526. \n\nconstraining, 835. \n\nsalvation by, 252,266, 349, 520. \n\nsufficiency of, 503, 528, 575, 611. \n\nsupporting, 578. \nGratitude, 15, 108, 110, 112,189,324, \n610,689,693,1014\xe2\x80\x941016,1018, \n1024, 1025, 1029, 1051, 1052. \n\nand praise, 86, 93, 96, 103, 324. \n\nsacrifice of, 989. \nGuilt, burden of, 466, 475, 483, 485, \n519. \n\nH. \n\nHAPPINESS, true, only in God, \n\n593. \nHarvest hymn, 997. \n\njoy in, 995. \n\npast, 440, 454. \n\npraise to the God of, 993. \nHeathen, prayer for, 876, 877, 913. \n\nstate of, 917. See Missions. \nHeaven, 1171. \n\nalone unfading, 757, 1149. \n\nthe heavenly Canaan, 1145. \n\nthe better land, 1172. \n\nheavenly mansion, 1147. \n\nanticipated, 32, 304, 330, 713, \n764, 1158, 1165, 1168. \n\nchildren in, 968. \n\nconverse with, 629. \n\ndesiring, 713, 1086, 1148, 1162, \n1166, 1173. \n\ndesiring a view of, 1154, 1169. \n\ndwelling-place of God, 1174. \n\nglories of, 618, 1150, 1170. \n\nhappiness of, 1178, 1180. \n\nhome in, 1 159. \n\nhope of, 1 156. \n\nhope of, through Christ, 1126. \n\n(42; \n\n\n\nHeaven, peace of, 1167. \nperfect praise in, 115. \nglorified martyrs in, 1175. \nredeemed in, 796, 1176, 1177, \n\n1179. \nrest for the weary, 1093, 1152, \n\n1155, 1157. \nfor the righteous only, 245, 1151, \n\n1153. \nsociety of, 789, 796, 1166. \nsongs of, 311. 349, 1163. \ntermination of the Christian\'s \n\nwarfare, 1161. \ntreasure in, 1160. \ntreasure, laying up, in, 580. \nvictory of saints, 1164. \nvision of Christ the joy of, 764, \n\n1154. \nHeavenly Sabbath, 39, 55. \nHelp in God, 616. \n\nHoly aspirations, 42, 539, 630, 712. \nHoly Spirit, breathing after, 353, \n\n371,373,712. \ncomforter, 352. \nearnest of heaven, 382. \nenlightening and renewing, 376. \nentreated not to depart, 380, \n\n479. \ngrieved, 381, 438, 442. \nguide, 368. \nilluminating, 367. \nindwelling, 357, 365. \ninfluence of, compared to rain, \n\n364. \ninviting sinners, 431. \ninvoked, 43, 354, 358, 375, 807, \n\n808, 814, 816. \ninvoking, 378. \nnecessary to the conversion of \n\nthe heathen, 874, 875. \npleading the promise of, 359. \npower of, 355. \n\nprayer for descent of, 43, 875. \nprayer for return of, 383, 384, \n\n691. \nquickening, 358, 360, 522. \nregeneration by, 377, 518. \nsanctifying influence of, 361, \n\n362, 372, 385. \nseal of truth, 3fi3. \nsovereignty of, 379. \nsource of blessings, 370. \nteaching, 366, 369. \nwitness, 374, 382, 385. \nHope in God, 584 \nrejoicing in, 568. \nin trouble, 626. \nHumiliation, public, 983, 985. \n\nsincere, 986. \nHypocrisy known to God, 133, \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nIMITATION of Christ, 702, 704, \n799, 800. \n\nin suffering, 221, 707. \n\nin forgiving his enemies, 763. \nIndwelling of God desired, 26. \nIngratitude, 75. \n\nlamented, 460, 461, 476, 486, \n683, 690. \nInvitation to sinners, 412 \xe2\x80\x94 433. \n\nmutual, 425. \n\nJ. \n\nJEWS, prayer for, 918\xe2\x80\x94921. \nredeemed, 923, 924. \nreturning from captivity, 922. \nJoining the people of God, 695. \nJoy in God, 713. \nJubilee proclaimed, 407. \n\nsong, 915, 9J6. \nJudgment day, 1130, 1139, 1141. \nChrist coming to, 1132, 1135, \n\n1136. \nChristians rejoicing in, 1138. \ndeath and, 1082, 1137. \nfleeing to Christ in prospect of, \n\n1125, 1142. \njoy in Christ as a sovereign \n\nand judge, 1134. \nmotive to seriousness, 1133. \nple;iding for acceptance in, \n\n1131, 1143. \npreparation for, 1145. \nsaints and sinners judged, 1144. \nsinner at the, 455. \nwelcomed, 1140. \nJustice of God in condemnation of \nsinners, 265, 464, 479, 484, \n494. \nJustification, 243, 261. \n\nL. \n\nLAMB of God, behold the, 273, 343, \n555. \n\nsong of Moses and the, 313. \nLatter-day glory, 899, 908, 909. \nLaw, conviction by the, 478. \nLiving to Christ, 536,556. \nLooking unto Jesus, 553. \nLord\'s supper instituted, 831. \n\nbody and blood of Christ, 264, \n\n839, 847. \nChrist\'s love celebrated, 268, \n269, 292, 293, 297, 304, 310, \n311, 313,316, 321, 833, 851. \nChrist\'s compassion, 840. \nChrist remembered, 255, 842 \xe2\x80\x94 \n844. 846. \n\n\n\nLord\'s supper, Christ\'s sufferings \n\n219\xe2\x80\x94231, 255, 256, 836. \nChristian fellowship, 848, 1068. \ncommunion with Christ in, 832. \nenjoyment in, 849. \nthe Lord\'s festival, 835. \nmemorial, 845, 850. \nmourning and rejoicing at, 263, \n\n841. \nseal of the new covenant, 838. \nself-consecration at, 834. \nsense of unworthiness, 837. \nLove essential to religion, 703, 749. \nmutual, 694, 696\xe2\x80\x94701, 790, 791. \n\n793, 848, 1068. \nof God manifested in the death \n\nof Christ, 268, 269. \n\nM. \n\nMEDIATION, 216, 269, 294, 296. \n\npraise for, 315. \nMediator,access to God through, 102. \nMeeting after separation, 1069. \nMercy, God\'s purpose of, 405. \npleading for, 218, 479. \ntrusting in, 521. \nacknowledged, 93, 96, 183, 610. \nMercy-seat, 636. \n\ninvitation to, 635. \nwaiting at, 523, 619. \nMillennium hymn, 908. \nMinisters. Ordination Hymns. \nMissionary hvmns, 82, 84,217, 276, \n333, 335\xe2\x80\x94337, 350, 792, 852 \n\xe2\x80\x94926. \nMissionaries raised up and sent \nforth, 866. \ncharged, 880\xe2\x80\x94884, 888. \ncharged and encouraged, 878. \nencouraged, 882, 887. \ncommended to God, 885. \nfarewell of, 886, 889. \ndeparture of, 881, 890. \ndeath of, 1105. \nMissionary meeting, 914. \nMissions, the great commission,852. \nencouraging prospects of, 904, \n\n930. \ninvitation to aid in, 855. \nprayer for success of, 856, 862, \n864, 870\xe2\x80\x94873, 879, 891, 898, \n903, 906, 907. \nprayer for the church, 858. \nprayer for the world, 859. \npravcr for divine power, 857, \n\n8o0, 861, 863, 876. \nprayer for the heathen, 865,867. \nSpirit\'s influences in, 874. \nSpirit\'s influences, prayer for, \n875. \n\n\n\n(43) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nMissions, diffusion of the gospel, \n276, 869, 879. \n\nuniversal reign of Christ, 248, \n333, 335, 336, 853, 854. \n\nvictories of Christ, 337, 868, \n870, 872. \nMorning hymn, 1010. \n\ndependence on God, 1019. \n\ndevotion, 1008. \n\nGod\'s goodness acknowledg- \ned, 1009\xe2\x80\x941012. \n\ngratitude and prayer,1014,1015. \n\npraise, 78, 1020. \n\nprayer, 639, 1009\xe2\x80\x941017, 1020. \n\nthanksgiving, 1016. \n\nand evening praise, 4, 1018. \n\nN. \n\nNATIONAL hymn, 1000. \n\nanniversary, hymn for, 1007. \nblessings, God acknowledged \n\nin, 1001. \nblessings celebrated, 1005. \ngoodness to our forefathers, \n\n1002. \npraise and prayer, 1004. \nNation, prayer for, 1003. \n\nprayer for national gratitude \n\nand holiness, 1006. \nprayer for relief from national \n\njudgments, 987, 988. \nblessings, thanksgiving for, 996. \nNearness to the Lord, 545, 691. \n\no. \n\nOLD age, sustaining grace im- \nplored in, 731, 732. \n\ntrusting God in, 732. \nOne thing needful, 437. \nOrdination hymns. \n\nministers, bearers of good \nnews, 949. \n\nministers, prayer for success \nof, 946, 951\xe2\x80\x94954. \n\nministers, watching for souls, \n955. \n\nministers, winning souls to \nChrist, 956. \n\npastor welcomed, 948, 950. \n\nministry, benefits of, 947. \n\nministry divinely appointed, \n945. \n\nP. \n\nPARDON, on confession, 495, 496. \nonly by the cross, 255, 256, \n258, 262, 272, 279, 470, 474, \n485, 494, 497, 500, 502, 504. \n\n\n\nPardon implored, 123,255,264,265, \n461\xe2\x80\x94463, 470, 474, 475, 47 J, \n480, 482\xe2\x80\x94485, 498, 522, 524, \n526, 527, 540. \nand sanctifieation, 123, 550. \nPardoning love, 223, 690. \nParental entreaty, 446. \nParting of Christians, 1065. \n\nwith hope of reunion, 1066, \n\n1067, 1090, 1105. \nand reunion in heaven, 1070. \nin Christian fellowship, 1068. \nPatience in suffering, 579. \nPeace offered through Christ, 429. \nto the penitent, 489, 493. \nuniversal, 864, 899. \nPenitent, rest for the, 421. \nPerseverance, 290, 294\xe2\x80\x94297, 510, \n561, 566, 567, 708. \nthrough Christ, 287, 561\xe2\x80\x94 \n565. \nPiety, active, 737, 740. \nPiety, early, 769\xe2\x80\x94778. \nPilgrimage, 719. \n\nlife a, 734. \nPleading in the name of Christ, 524. \nPoor, kindness to the, 738, 739, \n741\xe2\x80\x94747. \nkindness to, rewarded, 748. \nPraise to God, 66\xe2\x80\x94116, 185, 1033. \nto the Trinity, 117\xe2\x80\x94125. \nto Christ, 36, 111, 308\xe2\x80\x94351. \nto Christ as a King, 339. \nto Christ the Lamb, 314, 328, \n\n340, 343, 344, 346, 347. \nto Christ as the Redeemer, 308, \n312, 316, 317, 324, 334, 341, \n348, 566. \nto Christ a shepherd, 292. \ncontinual, 91, 95, 103, 107, 108, \n\n110, 112. \nexhortation to offer, 1,2, 6, 66 \n\xe2\x80\x9469, 71, 73,74, 77,79-90, \n92, 95\xe2\x80\x9497, 185. \nexhortation to offer to Christ, \n\n308, 310\xe2\x80\x94322, 326, 327. \nfeeble, compared with God\'s \n\ngreatness, 94, 101, 103. \noffered by children, 114, 331. \nresolution to offer, 70, 78, 91, \n\n95, 108. \nin the temple, 1\xe2\x80\x943, 6, 31, 74, \n\n105. \nvoice of creation, 75, 97, 98, \n\n101. \nuniversal, 66, 67, 77, 82\xe2\x80\x9486, \n92, 97, 98, 104, 907, 925, 926. \nand hope, 566. \nPrayer, 54, 632\xe2\x80\x94634. \n\nanswered, 105. 106, 501, 634, \n645, 754, 782, 984. \n\n\n\n(44) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nPrayer at the beginning of worship, \n\n9, 16, 21, 22\xe2\x80\x9431, 47, 52, 53, \n\n59, 60, 238, 375, 480. \nat the close of worship, 63 \xe2\x80\x94 65. \nat baptism, 798, 801\xe2\x80\x94803, 805, \n\n807\xe2\x80\x94811, 813\xe2\x80\x94813, 820, 822 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94824. \nat dedication of places of \n\nworship. See Dedication \n\nHymns. \nat joining the church, 829, 830. \nat the mercy-seat, 635, 636, 643. \nat the new year, 1048, 1050, \n\n1052, 1053. \nat parting, 1065, 1069. \nat sea, 962. \nfor seamen, 958. \nsecret, 637, 640, 641, 679. \nevening, 1021,1024\xe2\x80\x941032, 1034. \nmorning, 639, 1009\xe2\x80\x941017, 1020. \ntwilight, 637. \nduring the night, 679. \nfor access to God, 542, 646, 661. \nfor aid in self examination, 490. \nfor aid in the expression of \n\ngratitude, 610. \nin affliction, 590, 595, 597, 599, \n\n675, 678, 680. \nfor assurance, 177, 532, 541, \n\n545 559 577. \nthe backslider\'s^ 278, 467, 468, \n\n522, 524, 586, 682, 684, 685, \n691, 692, 759. \n\nfor benefit from affliction, 582, \n583, 597, 599, 675, 678. \n\nfor children, 425, 773, 774, 974, \n982. \n\nof Christ in the garden, 219 \xe2\x80\x94 \n222. \n\nfor the church, 43. \n\nfor a closer walk with God, 691. \n\nfo\xc2\xbb contentment, 573, 664. \n\nfor conversion of sinners, 412, \n\n523, 435, 437. \nfor death to sin, 536, 670, 798, \n\n803, 807, 819, 823, 824. \nfor deliverance, 285, 465. \nfor deliverance from sin, 229, \n\n282, 683. \nunder desertion, 586, 612. \nfor diffusion of the gospel. See \n\nMissions. \nfor divine indwelling, 26, 41. \nfor elevation, 575, 576, 591, \n\n593, 626, 712. \nfor entire consecration, 668, \n\n676, 689, 784, 785. \nfor evidence of adoption, 177, \n\n191.532,541,559. \nfor faith, 278, 375, 466, 468, \n500, 508, 511. \n\n(45) \n\n\n\nPrayer, feeble, heard, 614. \nfor a filial spirit, 559, 655. \nGod sought by, 646. \nfor grace, 134, 136, 532, 647, 677. \nfor grace in old age, 731, 732. \nfor grace in trial, 598, 675, 677. \nfor gratitude, 610, 689, 998, \n\n1036. \nfor guidance, 606, 625, 649, 657, \n\n666, 667, 709, 783, 830. \nfor the heathen, 876, 877, 913. \n\nSee Missions. \nfor help, 432, 619, 648, 656, \n\n678, 680, 718, 724. \nfor help to bear shame for \n\nChrist, 705. \nfor help to imitate Christ, 702, \n\n704, 744. \nfor help to imitate departed \n\nsaints, 728, 1062. \nfor help in trial, 504, 647, 678, \n\n680. \nfor help to watch and pray, \n\n716, 724. \nfor help in worship, 9, 16, 19, \n\n21\xe2\x80\x9430, 47, 53, 57, 58, 87, \n\n375, 480. \nfor holy affections, 21, 653, 661 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94664,671, 691,712. \nfor the Holy Spirit, 43, 191, \n\n352\xe2\x80\x94363, 365\xe2\x80\x94385, 479, 522, \n\n691, 712, 874, 875. \nfor humility, 674. \nfor improvement of time, 1044, \n\n1048, 1054, 1056, 1061, 1062. \nfor the influence of divine love, \n\n549. \nfor ingraflment into Christ, 847. \ninvitation to, 16\xe2\x80\x9418, 643, 644, \n\n904, 986. \ninvocation of the Trinity, 120. \nfor the Jews, 918\xe2\x80\x94921. \nfor light, 57, 278, 509, 651,876. \nLord\'s prayer, 650. 658. \nfor mercy, 218, 459, 621. \nfor ministers. See Ordina- \ntion Hymns. \nin the name of Christ, 524,652. \nfor the nation, 983\xe2\x80\x94985, 988, \n\n1003, 1004, 1006. \nnature of, 632\xe2\x80\x94634. \nfor all needed good, 666, 667. \nfor pardon, 123, 255, 264, 265, \n\n459, 461\xe2\x80\x94463, 470, 474, 475, \n\n479, 480, 482\xe2\x80\x94485, 498, 522, \n\n524, 526, 527, 540. \nfor a part in heaven, 318, 319, \n\n337. \nfor penitence at tho Lord\'s sup- \nper, 841. \nfor perseverance, 385. \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nPrayer for a place in the sanctuary, \n\n604, 625. \nfor preparation to die, 1077, \n\n1079, 1082, 1091, 1114. \nfor preparation for heaven, \n\n1158, 1160, 1162, 1169, ]170. \nfor preparation for the judg- \nment, 1124, 1125, 1133, 1142, \n\n1143. \nfor the presence of Christ, 30, \n\n288, 542, 545, 549, 667. \nfor the presence of God, 18, 57, \n\n482, 543, 545, 591, 614, 618, \n\n646, 849, 1086. \nfor prolonged life, 1071, 1073. \nfor purity, 663, 670. \nfor quickening grace, 522, 612, \n\n671, 682, 691, 692. \nfor renewing grace, 518. \nfor renovation, 467, 473, 478, \n\n522, 765. \nof the young for renovation, \n\n771. \nfor repentance, 476, 488. \nfor resignation in every state, \n\n177, 513, 570, 581\xe2\x80\x94583, 588, \n\n595, 631, 654, 659, 660, 664, \n\n673, 678, 733. \nfor restoration, 278, 291, 467, \n\n468, 482, 522, 524, 533, 586, \n\n682, 684, 685, 691, 692, 759, \n\n1042. \nfor a revival, 383, 384. \nfor safety in the judgment, \n\n1130, 1132. \nfor sanctification, 61, 599, 653, \n\n661\xe2\x80\x94664, 669, 673, 691, 712. \nfor seamen, 958. \nfor self-knowledge, 630. \nfor sincerity, 21, 24, 686. \nfor spiritual improvement, 23, \n\n393, 396\xe2\x80\x94398, 403, 404. \nfor steadfastness, 281, 533, 536, \n\n537, 557, 672. \nfor support in death, 680, 1072, \n\n1074, 1076, 1084. \nfor support in temptation, 284, \n\n647. \nfor the triumph of Christ, 241, \n\n337, 856, 861, 863, 868, 871, \n\n903, 906. \nto the Trinity, 120, 123, 876, \n\n879. _ \nfor union with the church \n\nabove, 790. \nfor various blessings, 120, 642, \n\n647. \nthv will be done, 659, 660. \nwithout ceasing, 4,638,710,718. \nPresence of Christ desired, 30, 288, \n\n542, 545, 549, 657. \n\n\n\nPresence of God, desiring, 57, 482, \n543, 545, 591, 614, 618, 646, \n849, 1086. \nof God delightful, 54, 681. \n\nProcrastination, against, 438\xe2\x80\x94441, \n443, 445, 451\xe2\x80\x94454, 456\xe2\x80\x94458, \n1059, 1061, 1063, 1137. \n\nProdigal reclaimed, 481,779. \n\nPromised blessing claimed, 30, 943. \n\nPromises, pleading the, 359, 519. \nsecure, 100, 160, 162, 287, 552, \n561\xe2\x80\x94563, 598. \n\nProtection, praise for, 106, 111. \n\nProvidences, 142, 148, 149, 190,289, \n585. \n\nPure in heart, blessed, 665. \n\nQ. \n\nQUICKENING grace, prayer for, \n522, 612, 671, 682. \' \n\nR. \n\nRACE, the Christian, 608, 725,726. \nRedeeming love, 275, 833, 851. \nRedemption, God\'s character seen \n\nin, 153, 318. \nwonders of, 140, 210, 230, 232, \n\n237,302,311. \nRegeneration, by the Spirit, 123\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n125, 377. \nReliance on God, 655. \nReligion, blessedness of, 624, 736, \n\n766, 767, 772, 775, 1067. \nimportance of, 437, 765, 769, \n\nio6a \n\nsupport in life, 768. \nRepentance, immediate, urged, \n437\xe2\x80\x94443, 445, 451\xe2\x80\x94454, 456 \n\xe2\x80\x94458. \nin view of Christ\'s compas- \nsion, 471. \nin view of the cross, 463, 472, \n\n477, 652. \nin view of God\'s forbearance, \n\n486. \nprayer for, 476, 488. \nRepenting sinner, joy over a, 779 \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n781. \nResignation. See Christian, re- \nsignation of. \nReturning to God, 468, 489, 682. \n\n684, 690\xe2\x80\x94692. \nResolve, the successful, 433. \nRest, earthly and heavenly ,35,39,55. \nfor the penitent, 419, 421. \nin heaven, 1152, 1155, 1157. \nResurrection, 1121, 1129. \ndeath and, 1128. \nhope of, 1122,1127. \n\n\n\n(46) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR LXDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nResurrection and judgment, 1125. \nscenes of the, 1124. \nof Christ, celebrated, 34, 36, 38, \n233\xe2\x80\x94243. \nRevival, prayer for, 383, 384. \nRighteous, blessedness of, 578, 607, \n694, 750, 766. \nand wicked, 609, 761. See \nChristian. \n\n\n\nSABBATH morning, 33, 35\xe2\x80\x9437, 41 \n\xe2\x80\x9444, 47. \nevening, 56. \nday of Christ\'s resurrection, 34, \n\n36, 38, 240, 241. \nday of rest, 35, 37, 50\xe2\x80\x9452. \ndelight in, 35, 41, 43, 45, 46, \n\n50,54. \nearthly and heavenly, 32, 55. \ntype of heaven, 39. \nwelcomed, 40, 42, 44, 48. \nworship on the, 43, 47 \xe2\x80\x94 49. \nblessing implored on the, 47, 52, \n58\xe2\x80\x9463. \nSabbath school, opening of, 965. \nprayer for a blessing on, 966, \n\n967, 969, 970. \nsong3 of children in heaven, 968. \nSaints, general assembly of, 789. \non earth and in heaven, 790, \n793. See Christian. \nSalvation, 277. \n\nthrough Christ, 227, 251\xe2\x80\x94277. \nby grace, 252, 266, 349, 520. \nSanctuary, delight in, 2, 3, 5, 10, \n12\xe2\x80\x9414, 43. \ndesiring to abide in, 604. \nGod present in, 14, 18, 167, 943. \ninvitation to, 1,11, 68, 990. \nlonging for, 10, 18. \nthanksgiving and praise in, 990. \nearthly and heavenly, prized, \n713. \nScriptures, Christ seen in, 387. \n\ndelight and instruction from, \n\n387\xe2\x80\x94390, 394\xe2\x80\x94403, 615. \nexcellence of, 386, 390, 615. \nglory of, 396. \nimportance of, to the young, \n\n770. \ninspiration of, 400. \nlight of the world, 395, 399. \nlove of, 389, 402, 710. \nonly revelation, 388. \nsuited to our wants, 397. \npreciousness of, 392, 398, 669. \nsufficiency of, 393, 397 401, \n\n402. \nand nature, 76, 391. \n\n\n\nSeamen, hymns for, 957 \xe2\x80\x94 964. \nChristian mariner, safe, 964. \nprayer at sea, 962. \nprayer for seamen, 958. \nsave, Lord, or we perish, 960. \nsong of, 963. \ntemptation compared to a storm, \n\n957. \nthanksgiving after a storm, 961. \nSeasons, 1035. \n\nspring, 1036\xe2\x80\x941039. \nautumn, 1040, 1041, 1102. \nwinter, 1042, 1043. \nSecurity in God, 535, 563, 567, 620 \n\xe2\x80\x94623, 628. \nin Christ, 561, 562. \nSelf-admonition, 714. \n\nconsecration, 15, 260, 537, 557, \n\n620, 784, 785, 803, 811, 838. \nconsecration, invitation to, 425. \ndenial for Christ, 558, 705. \ndistrust, 577. \nexamination, 490, 577. \nrighteous hopes renounced, 494. \nShepherd, God a, 195\xe2\x80\x94200. \n\nChrist a,.290\xe2\x80\x94 292. \nSickness and recovery, 762. \nand death, comfort in, 624. \nsweetness of submission in, 627. \nSin, confession of, 264\xe2\x80\x94266, 432, \n462, 480, 495, 496. \nindwelling, lamented, 473, 475, \n\n478, 487. \ngrieves the Holy Spirit, 381. \nrenouncing, 486, 670. \nsense of, 464, 476, 487, 492. \nSincerity, 986. \n\nwant of, known to God, 133. \nprayer for, 21. \nSinners, Christ pleading with, 434. \nawakened, 459, 460, 491. \nentreated by the mercies of \n\nChrist, 416. \nexpostulation with, 434 \xe2\x80\x94 458. \nglad tidings for, 449. \ninvited by Jehovah, 412, 414, \n\n448. \ninvited to Christ, 273, 275, 413, \n415\xe2\x80\x94417, 423, 426, 428, 453, \n550. \ninvited and warned, 79, 81,439. \ninvitation and resolve, 433. \nnot just before God, 464. \nroom for, 410, 418, 420, 424, 428. \nturning to Christ, 432. \njoy for conversion of, 779 \xe2\x80\x94 781. \nprosperity of, brief, 755, 761. \nGod just in their condemnation, \n\n265, 464, 479, 484, 494. \nat the judgment, 455, 1132, \n1136, 1144. \n\n\n\n(47) \n\n\n\nPARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nSinners, their doom, 439, 440, 443, \n451, 456, 686, 688 r 1125, 1152. \n\nSovereign grace, 349, 510. \n\nSpirit. See Holy Spirit. \n\nSpiritual conflicts, succor sought in, \n724. \ntemple, progress of, 565. \n\nStrength derived from Christ, 503, \n546. \n\nSurrender, entire, 537, 784, 785. \n\nT. \n\nTEMPTATION, desiring support \nin, 284, 285, 724. \ncompared to a storm, 957. \nTender conscience, 589, 676. \nThanksgiving, sacrifice of, 991. \n\npublic, 989\xe2\x80\x94999. \nThirsting after God, 591, 614, 618, \n\n710, 712. \nThrone of grace, 643. \nTidings, glad, to sinners, 449. \nTime, the accepted, 412, 435 \xe2\x80\x94 441, \n445\xe2\x80\x94447, 451, 453. \nflight of, 1044. \' \nfrailty of life, 1054\xe2\x80\x941056, 1058, \n\n1064, 1073. \nimportance of the present, 445, \n\n1063. \nreflections on past generations, \n\n1062. \nseason to prepare for eternity, \n\n1059, 1061, 1063, 1137. \nswiftness of, 1057, 1059, 1060. \nand eternity, 1123. \nTrinity, rejoicing over the conver- \nsion of sinners, 779. \npraise to the, 117 \xe2\x80\x94 125. \nprayer to, for light, 876, 879. \nprayer to, for pardon, 123. \nTrouble, resorting to God in, 176, \n\n560, 604. \nTrust in Christ, the onlv refuge, \n178, 253, 254, 258/260,266, \n268, 269, 272, 296, 498, 548, \n783. \nin God, 569\xe2\x80\x94571, 585, 594, 598 \n\n624, 625, 718. \nand submission, 605. \n\nV. \n\nVANITY of the world,444, 532, 539, \n543, 575, 576, 580, 751, 752. \nand happiness of heaven 756, \n757, 1149, 1152 \n\n\n\nVows made, 15, 537, 801, 830. \nrecognized, 825, 954. \n\nw. \n\nWALKING with God, 691. \nWarfare, the Christian, 616, 717, \n\n720\xe2\x80\x94724 \nWatch and pray, 716, 717. \nWatchfulness, blessedness of, 715. \nWatchman\'s report, 893. \nWidow and fatherless, care of, \n\n739. \nWord, blessing on the, desired, 9, \n16, 28, 29, 47, 58\xe2\x80\x9460, 62, 63. \nWorld, vanity of, 444, 532, 539, 543, \n575, 576, 580, 751 , 752, \nretirement from, 711. \nWorship, anticipating, 8, 711. \nChrist present in, 30, 288. \ndelight in, 3, 7, 13, 20, 32, 43, \n\n45, 46, 192, 711. \ndismission from, 64, 65. \nabsence from, deplored, 586. \nelements of, acceptable, 19,21, \n\n49,51, 167,202. \ninvocation of a blessing in, 9, \n16, 19, 21\xe2\x80\x9431, 43, 47, 53, 57, \n58, 87, 375, 480. \nreverent, of God, 89. \nunfruitfulness in, 758. \nWorthies, following the departed, \n727, 728, 927, 1062. \n\n\n\nYEAR, close of, 1045-1048. \n\nnew, 1049\xe2\x80\x941053. \nYoung exhorted to religion, 446, \n772, 776, 778. \nimportance of the Bible to, \n\n770. \nimportance of religion to, 765, \n\n769, 1041. \nprayer of, 771, 971, 972. \nprayer for, 425, 773, 774, 974\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nz, \n\nZEAL, 714\xe2\x80\x94726. \n\nwant of, lamented, 684, 758. \nZion, encouraged, 896, 902, 930. \n\nGod\'s love to, 315, 795, 928, \n\nprospects of, 894, 895. \n\nprosperity of, 792, 897. \n\nsafety of, 794, 795, 797. \n\n\n\n(48) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nGENESIS. \n\ni.2,3, 875,876 \n\ni. 3\xe2\x80\x948,31, 938 \n\nii. 3, 35,37 \n\niii. 16\xe2\x80\x9419, 23, 492, 500 \n\niii. 19, 1082 \n\niii. 24, 102 \n\nv. 22, 691 \n\nvi. 9, 691 \n\nviii. 21,22, 997 \n\nix. 11,12, 997 \n\nxii. 1 \xe2\x80\x94 4, 506 \n\nxvi. 13, 130, 132, 134, 136 \n\nxvii. 18,. . . .974\xe2\x80\x94976, 978, 979 \n\nxviii. 23\xe2\x80\x9432, 984 \n\nxix. 17, 22, 436, 439\xe2\x80\x94441, \n\n443, 453 \n\nxxii. 5, 31,849 \n\nxxii. 14, 289,585 \n\nxxiv. 31, 826,827 \n\nxxiv. 56, 812 \n\nxxiv. 63, 637 \n\nxxvii. 36\xe2\x80\x9438, 482, 483 \n\nxxviii. 15, , 964 \n\nxxviii. 17, 54 \n\nxxxii. 26, 675 \n\nxliv. 34, 979 \n\nxlvii. 9, 1058 \n\n\n\nEXODUS. \n\niii. 12, 881,882 \n\nxiii. 21, 882 \n\nxiv. 10, 465 \n\nxiv. 19,20, 882 \n\nxv. 11, 159 \n\nxv. 18, 149 \n\nxvii. 5, 6, 540 \n\nxx. 11, 35,37 \n\nxxiii. 13, 706 \n\nxxv. 17\xe2\x80\x9422, 619, 636 \n\nxxviii. 9\xe2\x80\x9412, 29 567, 629 \n\nxxix. 38\xe2\x80\x94 43,. 254 \n\nxxxi. 13\xe2\x80\x9416, 42, 51 \n\nxxxi. 17, ,..,...37 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nEXODUS, (continued.) \n\nxxxiii. 19, 58 \n\nxxxiv. 6, 58 \n\nxxxv. 2, 3, 51 \n\n\n\nLEVITICUS. \xc2\xab \n\niii. 2, 8, 254 \n\nx. 3, 572,583,587,596, \n\n659, 660 \n\nxiv. 4\xe2\x80\x947, 49\xe2\x80\x9453, 470 \n\nxvi. 8\xe2\x80\x9410, 21, 22,.. . .231, 254, \n256 \n\nxix.9, 10, ....745 \n\nxxiii. 2, 42, 51 \n\nxxiii. 22, 745 \n\nxxv. 8\xe2\x80\x94 13, 407 \n\n\n\nNUMBERS \n\nx.29, 827 \n\nxiv. 19, 983\xe2\x80\x94985, 987, 988 \n\nxiv. 21, 871,907 \n\nxx. 8\xe2\x80\x9411, 540 \n\nxxi. 8,9, 256,279 \n\nxxiii. 10, 1111,1114 \n\nxxiii. 19, 160\xe2\x80\x94162 \n\n\n\nDEUTERONOMY. \n\niii. 24,...., 71 \n\niv.20, 795 \n\niv.23, 825,830 \n\nv. 12\xe2\x80\x9414, 42,51 \n\nvii. 6\xe2\x80\x94 8, 121, 125 \n\nvii. 9, 166 \n\nix. 5,6, 252 \n\nx. 12, 13, 19,49 \n\nxi. 11, 12, 14, 15, 997 \n\nxiv. 29, 745 \n\nxvi. 7\xe2\x80\x9411, 744\xe2\x80\x94746 \n\nxxiv. 19\xe2\x80\x9421, 745 \n\nxxvi. 17,18, 825,830 \n\n\n\n(49) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nDEUTERONOMY, (continued.) \n\nxxix. 10, 12, 13, 830 \n\nxxxi. 6\xe2\x80\x948, 881, 882 \n\nxxxii.4, 169\xe2\x80\x94171 \n\nxxxii. 6, 15, 18, 683 \n\nxxxii. 29, 437, 440, 441, \n\n457, 1081 \n\nxxxii. 49\xe2\x80\x9452, 1075, 1077, \n\n1146 \n\nxxxiii. 25, 503, 546, 611, \n\n623, 723 \n\nxxxiii. 27, 153, 169\xe2\x80\x94172 \n\nxxxiv. 1 \xe2\x80\x94 5, 1075 \n\nJOSHUA. \n\ni. 6,7,9, 881,882 \n\nxxiii.8, 303 \n\nxxiii. 14, 15, 100 \n\nxxiv. 15,.... 412, 435, 436, 443 \n\nJUDGES. \n\nv. 31, 884 \n\nxi. 35, 830 \n\nRUTH. \n\ni. 8, 738, 739, 742\xe2\x80\x94744 \n\ni. 16, 17, 695 \n\n1 SAMUEL. \n\ni. 11, 22, 27, 28, 974\xe2\x80\x94978 \n\nii. 2, 159, 166- 170, 171 \n\nii. 3, 133 \n\nii. 9, Ill, 168\xe2\x80\x94174 \n\nii.25, 459, 464 \n\nii. 23-25, 979 \n\nii. 30, 446 \n\niii. 1, 392 \n\niii. 13, 14, 979 \n\niii. 18, 572,583,587,598, \n\n659, 660 \n\niv. 9, 723 \n\niv. 17, 18, 788 \n\nvi. 20, 459, 464 \n\nxii. 14, 15, 446 \n\nxv. 22, 19 \n\nxv. 29, 100 \n\nxvi. 7, 133 \n\nxxiv. 16, 17, 683 \n\nxxvi. 21, 683 \n\nxxx. 6, 601, 608, 616, 623 \n\n\n\n2 SAMUEL. \n\nii. 5, 6, 738,744,746,748 \n\n\n\nHymn. \n2 SAMUEL, (continued.) \n\nvii. 11-16, 161 \n\nvii. 18, 19, 835 \n\nvii. 22, 797 \n\nvii. 28,29, 162 \n\nx. 12, 723 \n\nxii. 23,.. 1061, 1082, 1079, 1082 \n\nxv. 15, 715, 726 \n\nxv. 21, 695 \n\nxv. 26, 572, 583, 587, 659, \n\n660 \nxxii. 2, 3, 32, 47,. . .166, 167\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n171 \nxxii. 10\xe2\x80\x94 12,.... 142, 148,289, \n\n585 \n\nxxii. 19,33, 176, 601, 602 \n\nxxii. 31, 32, 109\xe2\x80\x94171 \n\nxxii. 47\xe2\x80\x9450 180 \n\nxxiii. 5, 161 \n\nxxiv. 14,... 581, 587, 596, 597, \n657, 659, 660, 733 \n\n\n\n1 KINGS. \n\niii. 3\xe2\x80\x9412, 975,978 \n\nviii. 22\xe2\x80\x9454 933, 934, 943 \n\nviii. 5i,...l , r 795 \n\nxv. 4, 161 \n\nxviii. 21,. . . .412, 435, h36, 443 \nxx. 31, 32, 466,474 \n\n2 KINGS. \n\niv. 26 597, 605, 660 \n\nv. 10, 13, 502 \n\nv. 13, 416 \n\nvii. 3, 4, 433 \n\nviii. 19, 161 \n\nxix. 34, 161 \n\nxx. 1 , 1054, 1055, 1057 \n\nxx. 19, 572,583,587 \n\n1 CHRONrCLES. \n\nxvi. 19\xe2\x80\x9422, 1002 \n\nxvi. 23, 24, 82, 84, 86 \n\nxvi. 25, 797 \n\nxvi. 28\xe2\x80\x9433, 86\xe2\x80\x9488 \n\nxvii. 16\xe2\x80\x9418, 835 \n\nxxi. 13,.... 581, 587, 596, 597, \n657, 659, 660, 733 \n\nxxviii. 9, 446 \n\nxxviii. 20, 503, 546, 611, \n\n623, 723 \n\nxxix. 11, 797 \n\nxxix. 14, 689 \n\nxxix. 15, 1054\xe2\x80\x941056, 10 0, \n\n1062, 1064, 1071 \n\nxxix. 17, 133 \n\nxxix. 20, 87 \n\n\n\n(50) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \n2 CHRONICLES. \n\ni. 7\xe2\x80\x94 12, .....975, 978 \n\nii. 6, 167 \n\nvi. 14\xe2\x80\x9442 933, 934 \n\nvi. 18, ....167, 605 \n\nvi. 41, 927 \n\nxv. 2, 446 \n\nxvi. 9, 134, 136 \n\nxxi. 7, 161 \n\nxxix. 23, 24, 254 \n\nxxx. 7\xe2\x80\x949, 79\xe2\x80\x9481 \n\nxxxiii. 12, 13 600 \n\n\n\nEZRA. \n\nviii. 22, 446 \n\nix. 6,7, 265, 462, 480 \n\nix. 13\xe2\x80\x9415, 462 \n\n\n\nNEHEMTAH. \n\ni. 4\xe2\x80\x9411, 480 \n\nviii. 5 6, 87 \n\nix. 5, 6, 87 \n\nix. 17, 184 \n\nxiii. 15\xe2\x80\x9422, 37, 42, 51 \n\n\n\nESTHER, \niv. ]6 y . \nviii. 6,. \n\n\n\n.433 \n.979 \n\n\n\nJOB. \n\ni. 21, 572,581,583,587 \n\nii. 10,.. 570, 581, 587, 595, 596, \n605, 628, 654, 660, 664 \n\niii. 17, 1157 \n\niv. 17\xe2\x80\x9419, 464,529 \n\nv.3, 4, 755,761 \n\nV. 6, 7, 572, 597, 599, 600, \n\n605, 631 \nV. 17, 18,.. . .578, 582, 590, 599 \n\nv. 26, 1100, 1102, 1103 \n\nvii. 1, 1082 \n\nvii. 6, 7, 9,.. 1054- -1060, 1064, \n\n1074 \n\nvii. 16, 1148 \n\nviii. 9, 12,... 1054\xe2\x80\x94 1060, 1064, \n\n1074 \n\nviii. 13, 14, 133,514 \n\nix. 2, 3, 5, 20, 21, 464,529 \n\nix.25, 26,... 1054\xe2\x80\x94 1060, 1064, \n\n1074 \n\nX. 1, 1148 \n\nX.9, 1082 \n\nii. 7\xe2\x80\x949, 146 \n\n\n\nHymn, \nJOB, (continued.) \n\nxi.14\xe2\x80\x94 19, 602 \n\nxiii. 15, 504, 617 \n\nxiv. 1 -5,... 1054\xe2\x80\x94 10C0, 1064, \n\n1074 \n\nxv. 15, 158 \n\nxvi. 22...... 1054\xe2\x80\x94 1060, 1064, \n\n1074 \n\nxviii 761 \n\nxix. 25\xe2\x80\x94 27,... 1087, 1123, 1128 \n\nxx. 5\xe2\x80\x94 29, 761 \n\nxxi. 7\xe2\x80\x9426, 761 \n\nxxi. 33, 1085 \n\nxxii. 12\xe2\x80\x9414, 130 \n\nxxii. 21, 432,435\xe2\x80\x94454 \n\nxxiii. 3\xe2\x80\x9410, 542, 646 \n\nxxv. 4\xe2\x80\x946, 158,464 \n\nxxvi. 6, ..130 \n\nxxvi. 7\xe2\x80\x94 14,... 94, 97, 98, 107, \n126, 127, 129, 131, 137 \n\nxx vii. 8, 10, 133,514 \n\nxx vii. 13\xe2\x80\x9423, 761 \n\nxxviii. 28, 775 \n\nxxix. 2\xe2\x80\x94 4,.. 684, 685, 691, 692 \n\nxxix. 11\xe2\x80\x94 16,.... 737- 739, 741 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94743, 747 \n\nxxxi. 14, 459, 1145 \n\nxxxiv. 11, 1131 \n\nxxxiv. 21,22, 130 \n\nxxxiv. 23, 581 , 584, 587, \n\n595\xe2\x80\x94598 \n\nxxxvi. 18, 438,457,458 \n\nxxxvi. 26, 146 \n\nxxxvii. 23, 146 \n\nxxx viii. 7, 875, 938 \n\nxl. 2, 464 \n\nxl. 4, 475,483 \n\nxiii. 5, 6, 466,476,483 \n\n\n\nPSALMS. \n\ni 607, 609 \n\nii. 1\xe2\x80\x946, 931 \n\nii. 6\xe2\x80\x949, 371 \n\nii. 12, 622 \n\niii. 3, 6,8, 180 \n\niii. 4\xe2\x80\x946, 1019 \n\niii. 5, 1015 \n\niv. 4, 1034 \n\niv. 4,8, 1018, 1019 \n\niv. 8, 1023, 1028 \n\nv.3-8, 8 \n\nvi.9, 754 \n\nvii. 9, 133 \n\nviii 163, 164, 165 \n\nviii. 1,2, 114 \n\nix. 9, 153, 169\xe2\x80\x94175 \n\nxi. 4, 133 \n\nxii. 6, 390,392,393,395, \n\n397, 399 \n\n\n\n(51) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\nxiv. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 492,500 \n\nxiv. 7, 919 \n\nxv 711 \n\nxvi. 2, 3, 743 \n\nxvi 5,... 593, 615 \n\nxvi. a- 11,... 1087, 1122, 1127, \n1128 \n\nxvii. 8, 228 \n\nxvii. 15, 1165 \n\nxviii. 2, 31, 46, 166, 169\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n171 \n\nxviii. 7, 464 \n\nxviii. 9, 11, 142, 148, 289, \n\n585 \n\nxviii. 18, 32, 176,601, 602 \n\nxviii. 30, 31, 169\xe2\x80\x94171 \n\nxviii. 46, 49, 180 \n\nxix 107,150,393, 1010 \n\nxix. 7\xe2\x80\x9413, 394 \n\nxx. 5, 713 \n\nxxii. 1, 836 \n\nxxii. 3, 159 \n\nxxii. 19, 617 \n\nxxii. 27, 28, 854 \n\nxxiii 195\xe2\x80\x94200 \n\nxxiii.4, 545, 603 \n\nxxiv. 7\xe2\x80\x9410, 246, 794 \n\nxxv. 14, 665 \n\nxxv. 15\xe2\x80\x9422, 682 \n\nxxvi. 2, 8, 9, 133 \n\nxxvi. 8,9, 1143 \n\nxxvii 194 \n\nxxvii. 1, 2,4\xe2\x80\x946, 604 \n\nxxvii. 8, 18 \n\nxxvii. 8\xe2\x80\x9414, 594 \n\nxxviii. 7, 8, 153, 169\xe2\x80\x94172 \n\nxxix 72 \n\nxxxi. 3, 170, 180 \n\nxxxi. 16, 278 \n\nxxxii. 1\xe2\x80\x947, 495,496 \n\nxxxiii. 1 \xe2\x80\x94 9, 94 \n\nxxxiv. 1, 7, 8, 193 \n\nxxxiv. 11\xe2\x80\x94 22 776 \n\nxxxvi. 5, 6, 183 \n\nxxxvi. 5\xe2\x80\x949, 151, 166 \n\nxxxvi. 6, 148,289 \n\nxxxvi. 9, 57 \n\nxxxvii. 37,... 1099, 1102, 1103, \n1109, 1110, 1111 \n\nxxxviii. 4, 462, 466, 475, \n\n476, 485 \n\nxxxix. 3, 849 \n\nxxxix. 4, 5, 11, 1055 \n\nxxxix. 9, 587 \n\nxxxix. 12, 13, 1054\xe2\x80\x94 1056, \n\n1060, 1062, 1064, 1071 \n\nxl. 1\xe2\x80\x943,5, 501 \n\nxl. 2, 3, 111,539 \n\nXli. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 738,747 \n\nxlii 756 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\nxlii. 1\xe2\x80\x945, 586,591 \n\nxlii. 5, 7, II, 628 \n\nxliii.3, ....399 \n\nxliii.5, 628 \n\nxliv.21, 133 \n\nxiv. 2, 257,276 \n\nxiv. 3\xe2\x80\x94 5,... 241, 337, 868, 906 \n\nxiv. 6,17, 333 \n\nxlvi c ..172 \n\nxlvii. 5, b, 248 \n\nxlviii 786,797 \n\nxlviii. 14, 284 \n\n1. 1,3,22, 1139 \n\n1. 1\xe2\x80\x946, 1134, 1139 \n\n1. 15, 560, 590, 595, 596 \n\n1. 23, 104 \n\nli 475,483,484 \n\nli. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 7\xe2\x80\x949, 483 \n\nli. 1,3,7,8, 10, 475 \n\nli. 1\xe2\x80\x944, 7, 10\xe2\x80\x9412, 479 \n\nli. 1,4, 9\xe2\x80\x9412, ,...380, \n\n479 \n\nli. 1-4, 13, 17, 19, 468 \n\nli. 1,7,8, 16, 17, 470,485 \n\nli. 1\xe2\x80\x9412,.... 463, 466, 467, 522 \n\nli. 5, 500 \n\nli. 6, 24 \n\nli. 8, 646 \n\nli. 9 \xe2\x80\x94 12, 522 \n\nli. 17, 159 \n\nlii. 5\xe2\x80\x948, 609 \n\nliii. 6, 919 \n\nliii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 492,500 \n\nliv. 4,.. 169, 170, 175, 194, 616 \n\nlv. 1\xe2\x80\x9414, 586 \n\nlv. 6, 543 \n\nlv. 16\xe2\x80\x9423, 761 \n\nlv. 17, 638, 1008, 1018 \n\nlv. 22, 560,584 \n\nlvi. 12, 825, 830 \n\nlvii. 1\xe2\x80\x943,. .584, 588, 597\xe2\x80\x94599, \n619, 623, 675 \n\nlvii. 5, 11, 70, 113,342 \n\nlvii. 7\xe2\x80\x9410, 78 \n\nlvii. 9,.. 106, 108, 110, 112, 115 \n\nlvii. 10, 183,405 \n\nIviii. 3, 492, 500 \n\nlix. 17,.. 169, 170, 175, 191, 616 \n\nlx. 11, 874 \n\nlxi. 1\xe2\x80\x948, 643 \n\nlxi.2,5, 625 \n\nlxii. 1,5, 6,8, 601 \n\nlxii. 6,.. 169, 170, 175, 194, 616 \n\nlxiii 655 \n\nlxiii. 1, 177,591 \n\nlxiii. 1,2, 4,5, 18 \n\nlxiii. 1\xe2\x80\x944, 192 \n\nlxiii. 4, 103,108,108,110 \n\nlxiii. 6, 7, 8, 679 \n\nlxiii. 8, 672 \n\n\n\n(52) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\nlxiv.10, C02 \n\nlxv. 1, 31 \n\nlxv. 1\xe2\x80\x945, 105 \n\nlxv. 4, 002 \n\nlxv. 5\xe2\x80\x9413, 72 \n\nlxvi. 1\xe2\x80\x94 4, 990 \n\nlxvi. 13, 825,830 \n\nlxvi. 17\xe2\x80\x9420, 38 J , 645 \n\nlxvii 856,858, 918 \n\nlxvii. 5, U3 \n\nlxviii. 4\xe2\x80\x949, 32, 68, 7 1, 72 \n\nlxviii. 5, 739 \n\nlxviii. 9, 10, 997 \n\nlxviii. 16, 935 \n\nlxviii. 18, 243 \n\nlxviii. 19, 991 \n\nlxix. 13\xe2\x80\x9418,29, 648 \n\nlxix. 13\xe2\x80\x94 20 ,....635, 636, 647, \n648 \n\nlxix. 32, 33, 645 \n\nlxx 648 \n\nlxxi.3, 180 \n\nlxxi. 5, 6, 17, 18, 731,732 \n\nlxxi. 16,. . . .253, 258, 262, 272 \n\nlxxi. 22\xe2\x80\x94 24,. ...78, 106, 109\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n112 \n\nlxxii.. 854,910 \n\nlxxii. 1, 6, 7,8, 853 \n\nlxxii. 5, 217 \n\nlxxiii. 3, 18, 755, 761 \n\nlxxiii. 24, 657,668 \n\nlxxiii. 25\xe2\x80\x94 28,.... 175, 181, 188 \n\nlxxiii. 26, 593 \n\nlxxiv.20,., 917 \n\nlxxv. 7, 141\xe2\x80\x94147 \n\nIxxvi. 7,... 455, 459, 464, 1145 \n\nlxxvii. 7\xe2\x80\x949, 383 \n\nlxxvii. 19, 142 \n\nlxxviii. 1\xe2\x80\x947, 116 \n\nlxxix. 9, 656 \n\nlxxx. 3\xe2\x80\x947, 14\xe2\x80\x9419, 383\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n385, 684, 685, 692 \n\nlxxx. 18,.. ..353, 355, 358, 362, \n\n363, 369 \n\nlxxxi. 1\xe2\x80\x94 4, 68,69,74 \n\nlxxxii. 3, 4, 737,741 \n\nIxxxiv. 1,2, 4, 5,7, 5 \n\nlxxxi v. 1,2,4\xe2\x80\x948, 10,40 \n\nIxxxiv. 10\xe2\x80\x94 12,.. 13, 14, 20, 40 \n\nIxxxiv. 11, 931 \n\nlxxxv. 4\xe2\x80\x948, 383\xe2\x80\x94385, \n\n684, 685, 691,692 \n\nlxxxv. 9\xe2\x80\x94 13,.. . .860, 865, 867, \n\n869 \n\nlxxxvi 648 \n\nlxxxvi. 5 \xe2\x80\x94 10, 6 \n\nlxxxvi. 15 187 \n\nIxxxvii. 1,2, 935 \n\nlxxxvii. 3, 902, 930 \n\nlxxxviii 176, 584, 648 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\nlxxxix. 2\xe2\x80\x94 4 161, 162 \n\nlxxxix. 5, 11\xe2\x80\x9414, 166 \n\nlxxxix. 6\xe2\x80\x9414, ..131, 135, 137, \n146 \n\nlxxxix. 9, 305 \n\nlxxxix. 14,... 142 \n\nlxxxix. 15\xe2\x80\x9417, 408 \n\nlxxxix. 24\xe2\x80\x9435 161 \n\nlxxxix. 47, 48, ... . 1054\xe2\x80\x941056, \n1058 \xe2\x80\x94 10L10, 1064 \n\nxc 1073 \n\nxc. 1,2, 128 \n\nxc. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 9, 12, 1056, 1073 \n\nxc. 1\xe2\x80\x944, 760 \n\nxc. 2, 4, 6, 12, 1056 \n\nxc. 5\xe2\x80\x9412, 1055, 1149 \n\nxc. 9 1048 \n\nxci 622 \n\nxcii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 45, 46, 50 \n\nxciii 141 \n\nxciii. 1\xe2\x80\x944,.... 138, 141, 143\xe2\x80\x94 \n145, 151 \n\nxciii. 3, 4, 931 \n\nxciii. 5, 159 \n\nxciv. 12\xe2\x80\x9414, 578, 590, 595, \n\n597\xe2\x80\x94600 \n\nxcv 79\xe2\x80\x9482 \n\nxcv. 1,2,6, 11 \n\nxcv. 7,8, 412 \n\nxcvi 398, 913 \n\nxcvi. 1,2, 9\xe2\x80\x9413, 214 \n\nxcvi. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 82, 84, 86, 88, \n\n90,92 \n\nxcvi. 4, 797 \n\nxcvii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 1134 \n\nxcvii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 11, 12, ..138\xe2\x80\x94 145, \n151 \n\nxcviii 68, 69, 86, 87, 88 \n\nxcviii. 5\xe2\x80\x949, 214 \n\nxcix. 1\xe2\x80\x94 3, 71 \n\nxcix. 5\xe2\x80\x949, 89 \n\nc 1,2, 6,68, 69,80,85, \n\n169, 925, 926, 990 \n\ncii. 11,12, 1056 \n\ncii. 16\xe2\x80\x9421, 895 \n\ncii. 17, 18, 645 \n\ncii. 23\xe2\x80\x9427, 760, 1073 \n\ncii. 25\xe2\x80\x94 27, 131, 160 \n\nciii 186 \n\nciii. 1\xe2\x80\x945, 96 \n\nciii. 1\xe2\x80\x947, 182 \n\nciii. 1,8, 11, 12, 183 \n\nciii. 8, 9, 13, 600 \n\nciii. 13\xe2\x80\x94 18, 184 \n\nciii. 15, 1149 \n\nciv. 2\xe2\x80\x94 31, 127, 129, 137 \n\nciv. 21,27\xe2\x80\x94 31, 149 \n\nciv. 33, 34, 91, i 03 \xe2\x80\x94 110 \n\ncv. 1, 154 \n\ncv. 8\xe2\x80\x94 15, 1002 \n\n\n\n(53) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\ncvi. 1,2, 69,77,84,85 \n\ncvii. 23\xe2\x80\x9431, 963 \n\ncvii. 25\xe2\x80\x9431, 964 \n\ncviii. 1 \xe2\x80\x94 5, 78 \n\ncviii. 3, 4, 106\xe2\x80\x94108, 110\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n112 \n\ncviii. 5, 70, 113 \n\ncix. 23, 1051, 1.055, 1064 \n\ncix. 30,.... 106\xe2\x80\x94 108, 110\xe2\x80\x94112 \n\nex. 1\xe2\x80\x946, 335 \n\nex. 3, 364 \n\nex. 3, 4, 872 \n\ncxi. 1 , . . . . 103, 106\xe2\x80\x94108, 1 10\xe2\x80\x94 \n112 \n\ncxi. 9, 159 \n\ncxii. 1\xe2\x80\x949, 738 \n\ncxii. 6, 1100, 1101, 1104, \n\n1110, 1114 \n\ncxiii. 5, 6, 138, 158 \n\ncxiv. 7, 159 \n\ncxv. 1, 505,510 \n\ncxv. 4\xe2\x80\x948, 877, 917 \n\ncxvi. 1,7, 754 \n\ncxvi. 12\xe2\x80\x9419, 15 \n\ncxvii 84, 925, 926 \n\ncxviii. 1\xe2\x80\x944,29, 90, 92 \n\ncxviii. 21, 28, 103, 106\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n108, 110\xe2\x80\x941 12 \n\ncxviii. 22\xe2\x80\x9425, 787 \n\ncxviii. 24,26, 34 \n\ncxix 401, 402, 692, 709 \n\ncxix. 5, 33, 35\xe2\x80\x9437, 133,... 709 \ncxix. 9, 104, 105, 113, ; 77n \n116,160, 140, j \xe2\x80\xa2\xe2\x80\xa2\xe2\x80\xa2\xe2\x80\xa2" u \ncxix. 10, 11,53, 63, ) \n\n120, 158, 161, > 589 \n\n163, 166, 174, ) \ncxix. 13, 15, 16, ) 6fig \n\n32, 46, 93, ] bbJ \n\ncxix. 14, 30, 57, ) P ,r- \n\n59, 60, 71, ] D1D \n\ncxix. 18, 58 \n\ncxix. 24, 103, 105, 174,.... 392 \n\ncxix. 25, 692 \n\ncxix. 25, 107, 154, ) (353, \n\n40,88, 259, ^ ^ 355, \n\n358, 362, 363, 369 \ncxix. 55, 62,81, 147, 164,.. 710 \n\ncxix. 57, 593 \n\ncxix. 71, 582,597 \n\ncxix. 90, 166 \n\ncxix. 96, 128, 386 \n\ncxix. 97 389 \n\ncxix. 105, 392 \n\ncxix. 135, 278 \n\ncxix. 176, 537 \n\nCXXi 168, 173, 622 \n\nexxn 3, 12, 43 \n\nexxiii 168, 173 \n\nexxv. 1, 2, 4,. . , 621, 622 \n\n(M) \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPSALMS, (continued.) \n\nexxvi 782 \n\nexxvi. 5, 1 167 \n\nexxvii. 3, 974, 975 \n\nexxx 521,523,529 \n\nexxx. 4, 459 \n\nexxxii. 8\xe2\x80\x9410, 14,., ..927 \n\nexxxii. 13\xe2\x80\x9416 935 \n\nexxxiii 194, 697\xe2\x80\x94700 \n\nexxxiv. ................. .4 \n\ncxxxv.*..V.V.\'.7*l,\'77, 87, 90, 92 \n\nexxxv. 7, 179 \n\nexxxvi.. . .68, 71, 72, 84, 85, 90 \n\nexxxvii. 1\xe2\x80\x946, 922 \n\nexxxvii. 5, 6, 788 \n\nexxxviii. 1,2, 93, 103, 106, \n\n108\xe2\x80\x94110, 112 \n\nexxxviii. 6, 158 \n\nexxxix. 1\xe2\x80\x9412, 23,.... 130, 132, \n490 \n\nexxxix. 1\xe2\x80\x9412, 134\xe2\x80\x94136 \n\nzxli. 2, 1024 \n\ncxii. 2, 3, 709 \n\ncxlii 593, 756 \n\ncxliii. 2, 464 \n\ncxliii. 10, 11, 353, 355, 358, \n\n362, 363, 369, 692 \n\ncxliii 648 \n\ncxliv. 2, 174, 175, 180 \n\ncxliv. 3, 158, 163\xe2\x80\x94165 \n\ncxlv 108 \n\ncxlv. 8, 9, 183 \n\ncxlv. 10,11, 97, 99, 101, \n\n104, 107, 185 \n\ncxlvi 91,95, 110 \n\ncxlvii. 1, 95 \n\ncxlvii. 2, 921,924 \n\ncxlvii. 11, 83 \n\ncxlvii. 14, 995 \n\ncxlvii. 16\xe2\x80\x9418, 20 1043 \n\ncxlviii 66, 67, 104 \n\ncxlix. 4, 83,87,92, 94 \n\ncl 73,74 \n\ncl. 1,2, 6, 86 \n\n\n\nPROVERBS. \n\ni. 23, 423, 4% 437, 447 \n\ni. 23\xe2\x80\x9432, 451 \n\nii. 1\xe2\x80\x946, , 775 \n\niii. 6, 657 \n\niii. 1 1 , 12, 595, 597\xe2\x80\x94600 \n\niii. 14 \xe2\x80\x94 17, 775 \n\niii. 32 775 \n\niv. 1-13, 665 \n\nv.2l, 133 \n\nviii. 1\xe2\x80\x9421, 32\xe2\x80\x94 36,.. . . = \xe2\x80\xa2 \xe2\x80\xa2 .775 \n\nviii.22\xe2\x80\x94 31, 293 \n\nix. 12, 442, 446 \n\nx. 7, 25, 1100,1101,1104, \n\n1110, 1114 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nPROVERBS, (continued.) \n\nxi. 19, 442, 446,451 \n\nxi. 24, 25. 737, 738, 744, \n\n747, 748 \n\nxiv. 32, 1096\xe2\x80\x941099, 1101, \n\n1104, 1105 \n\nxv. 11, 133 \n\nxv. 20, 979 \n\nxv. 32, 434, 442, 451 \n\nxvi. 4, 147 \n\nxvii. 3, 133,490 \n\nxviii. 10, 169, 170 \n\nxviiL 24, 289 \n\nxix. 17, 738,744,747,748 \n\nxxi.2, 133 \n\nxxiii. 15, 980 \n\nxxiv. 12, 133 \n\nxxv. 2,.... 142 \n\nxxvii. 1, 1055, 1061, 1063 \n\nxxviii. 13 496 \n\nxxix. 1, 456, 458 \n\nxxx. 5, 390, 399 \n\n\n\nECCLESIASTES. \n\ni.2, 751, 1149 \n\nu. 1\xe2\x80\x9411, 751 \n\niii. 14, 147 \n\niii. 19,20, 1081 \n\nv. 1, 21,25,29 \n\nv. 15, 572 \n\nvii. 20,29, 492,500 \n\nviii. 8, 10G0, 1079, 1082 \n\nix. 10 436,438, 441 \n\nix. 12, 1081 \n\nxi. 1, 2, 737, 738, 740, 744, \n\n747, 748 \n\nxL 6, 740 \n\nxi. 9, 455, 1137, 1144, 1145 \n\nXii. 1, 769, 772, 778 \n\nxii. 1\xe2\x80\x946, 752 \n\nxii. 7, 1083, 1087 \n\nxii. 14, 1131, 1142,1145 \n\n\n\nCANTICLES. \n\ni. 15, .....257 \n\nii. 1, 382 \n\njv. 7, 257 \n\nv. 10, 16, 304 \n\nviii. 6, 567, 629 \n\n\n\nISAIAH. \n\ni.2, 3, 683 \n\ni. 18, 410,413, 421 \n\nii. 2\xe2\x80\x944, 899 \n\nii. 4, 864 \n\n\n\nHyma \nISAIAH, (continued.) \n\nii. 10, 12, 1135 \n\nii. 12, 1132 \n\nii. 22, 1057, 1064 \n\niii. 10,.. .578, 1101, 1103, 1104, \n1108, 1111 \n\niv. 5, 408 \n\niv. 6, 176 \n\nvi.3, 159 \n\nvi. 5, 462 \n\nvi. 6,7, 87 \n\nvi. 8, 866 \n\nvi. 9, 881 \n\nviii. 6, 169 \n\nviii. 14 787 \n\nvni. 20, 390, 398, 400 \n\nix. 2, 6, 7, 217 \n\nx. 3, 1145 \n\nxi. 1\xe2\x80\x948 215 \n\nxi. 9,.. .877, 983\xe2\x80\x94985, 987, 988 \n\nxii. 5,6, 82 \n\nxiii. 6\xe2\x80\x94 13, 1141,1142 \n\nXiv. 24, 27,.. 147, 160, 162, 574 \n\nxxL 11 893 \n\nxxv. 1 166,537 \n\nxxv. 6, 418, 420, 422, 424 \n\nxxv.8 1076 \n\nxxvi.3, 624 \n\nxxvi. 4, 623 \n\nxxvi.9, 589 \n\nxxvi. 19, 1121 \n\nxxvii. 5, .405 \n\nxxvii. 8, 179 \n\nxxvii. 13, 430 \n\nxxviii. 16, 227, 787 \n\nxxix. 15,... 130, 132\xe2\x80\x94134, 136 \n\nxxix. 19, 665 \n\nxxx. 18, 19, 166 \n\nxxxii. 2, 284, 285 \n\nxxxii. 20, 740 \n\nxxxiii. 14, 455, 1142, 1145 \n\nxxxiii. 20\xe2\x80\x94 22,... 786, 928, 931 \n\nxxxv. 1, 2, 286, 882 \n\nxxxv. 8\xe2\x80\x94 10, 1153 \n\nxxxv. 10, 882, 894, 1154, \n\n1160, 1165, 1169, 1173, 1174 \n\nxxxviii. 1, 1054, 1055, 1057 \n\nxxxix. 8, 587 \n\nxl.3,4 888 \n\nxl. 6\xe2\x80\x948, 1054\xe2\x80\x941064 \n\nxl. 11, 977 \n\nxl. 18,25, 146 \n\nxl. 28\xe2\x80\x9431, 608, 623, 725 \n\nxii. 10, 170, 174,180,194, \n\n611 \n\nxlii. 1-3, 215 \n\nxlii. 6,7, 217 \n\nxlii. 11, 907,908 \n\nxliii. 1,2, 57 J \n\nxliii. 5, 6, 891, 909 \n\nxliii. 25, 252 ; 253 \n\n\n\n(55) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nISAIAH, (continued.) \n\nxliv.2, 611 \n\nxlv.5\xe2\x80\x94 7, 131 \n\nxlv. 17, 552 \n\nxlv. 19, 645, 682 \n\nxlv. 22, 256,263,283 \n\nxlvi. 5, 146 \n\nxlviii. 10, 795 \n\nxlviii. 22, 447 \n\nxlix. 15, 795,948 \n\nxlix. 16, 567,629,788 \n\n1. 10, 619 \n\nli. 9, 857,861 \n\nIn. % 894 \n\nIii. 1\xe2\x80\x9410, 896,949 \n\nliii 1, 449 \n\nliii.4, 227 \n\nliii. 4\xe2\x80\x94 7, 254 \n\nliii. 4\xe2\x80\x94 12, 231 \n\nliv. 2,3, 866 \n\nIv. 1, 2, 422, 500, 550 \n\nlv. 6, 7, 436 \n\nlv. 7\xe2\x80\x949, 447 \n\nlv. 17\xe2\x80\x9419, 364 \n\nIvii. 15, 986 \n\nlvii.20,21, 447 \n\nlviii.6,7, 986 \n\nlix. 4\xe2\x80\x949, 492,500 \n\nlx. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 912 \n\nlx. 19\xe2\x80\x9422,. . . .924, 1170, 1372, \n1174 \n\nlx.22, 912 \n\nlxii.6, 955 \n\nlxiii. 1 \xe2\x80\x94 3, 336 \n\nlxiii. 3, 239 \n\nlxiii. 10,. . . .380, 438, 442, 448 \n\nlxiii. 17, 383 \n\nlxiv. 4 1153 \n\nlxiv. 6, 1040, 1041, 1064 \n\nlxv. 17\xe2\x80\x9419, 905 \n\nlxv.24, 634 \n\nlxvi. 1,2, 159,167,665 \n\nIxvi. 22, 23, 905, 906 \n\n\n\nJEREMIAH. \n\ni.7,8, 882 \n\nii. 13, 684, 690 \n\nii. 19, 446,456,458 \n\niii. 4, 769,772 \n\niii. 23, 256,258 \n\nviii. 20, 440,454 \n\nviii. 22, 409 \n\nviii. 22, 526 \n\nX.6, 7, 797 \n\nxi. 4, 795 \n\nxiii. 16, 445 \n\nxiii. 21, 455 \n\nxiv. 9,.. 380, 384 \n\nxvii.7, 8, 607,609 | \n\n\n\nHymn. \nJEREMIAH, (continued.) \n\nxvii. 10, .133 \n\nxviii.6, 147 \n\nxxii. 10, 1108, 1119 \n\nxxiii. 6, 517 \n\nxxiii. 23, 24,.... 130, 132\xe2\x80\x94134, \n136 \n\nxxix. 11\xe2\x80\x9414, 405 \n\nxxx. 11, 598,599 \n\nxxxi. 33, 34, 870, 903 \n\nxxxii. 19, 133 \n\nxxxii. 27, 1 37 \n\nxxxiii. 15, 517 \n\nxlvi. 27,28, 571 \n\nxlix. 11, 739 \n\n1. 4,5, 899,920, 921 \n\nli. 15, 127,129,131 \n\n\n\nLAMENTATICWS. \n\ni. 12,. . .221, 223, 224, 227, 229 \n\niii. 22,23, 166, 1012 \n\niii. 24, 175, 537, 593, 615 \n\niii. 27, 588, 590, 596, 597 \n\niii. 31\xe2\x80\x9433, 562, 570, 578, \n\n579, 595, 599 \n\niii. 39, 581,587, (i05 \n\niii. 40, 489,490 \n\nv. 19, 128 \n\nv. 21, 383, 385, 482, 483 \n\n\n\nEZEKIEL. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 ii. 3\xe2\x80\x94 7, 881,882,887 \n\niii. 4\xe2\x80\x949, 881, 882, 887 \n\niii. 17\xe2\x80\x9421, 950, 955 \n\nix. 4, 383,384,684 \n\nxi. 19, 362,513 \n\nxvi. 5\xe2\x80\x9414, 693 \n\nxvi. 63, 252,253 \n\nxviii. 21\xe2\x80\x9423, 27, ) i 447, \n\n28,31,32, \\ J 448 \n\nxviii. 30, 452 \n\nxxi. 27, 863, 865, 903 \n\nxxii. 14, 1145 \n\nxxxiii. 7, 955 \n\nxxxiii. 11, 407, 447\xe2\x80\x94449 \n\nxxxiii. 30, 31, 758 \n\nxxxvi. 25\xe2\x80\x9427,. . .354, 362, 518 \n\nxxxvi. 21, 32, 252, 253 \n\nxxxvi. 37, 638, 645 \n\nxxxvii. 1\xe2\x80\x9410, 874 \n\nxxxvii. 9,... 266 \n\nxxxvii. 9\xe2\x80\x9414, 377 \n\nxxxvii. 26, 27, 905 \n\nxlvii. 1\xe2\x80\x9412. 286 \n\n\n\nDANIEL. \n\nii. 44,...867,871,900,903, 916 \niii. 20\xe2\x80\x9425, 795 \n\n\n\n(56) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nDANIEL, (continued.) \n\niv. 3,34, 35,.... 141, 144, 145, \n149 \n\nvi. 10, 638,710,718 \n\nvi. 26, 141, 144, 145, 149 \n\nvii. 9, 10, 13, 1132, 1J34, \n\n1136 \n\nvii. 14,27, 854 \n\nix. 5, 8, 462,480 \n\nix.21, 634,645 \n\nx. 12, 634, 645 \n\nx. 19, 546 \n\nxii. 2, 1121\xe2\x80\x941129, 1145 \n\nxii.3, 878,884, 1132 \n\n\n\nHOSE A. \n\niv. 17, 442,446 \n\nvi. 1, 425,489,490 \n\nvi. 3, 146,565,568 \n\nvi. 4, 582 \n\nx. 12, ..432, 437, 438, 441, 443 \n\nxi.8, 448 \n\nxiii. 9, 480 \n\nxiv. 1, 2, 425, 489, 490 \n\n\n\nJOEL. \n\ni. 13, 987,983 \n\nii. 12, 13, 986 \n\nii. 17, 987, 988 \n\nii. 28\xe2\x80\x94 32, 874 \n\n\n\nAMOS. \n\niv. 12, 1137, 1145 \n\nvi. 1, 687 \n\nvi. 3, 437,452, 454,457 \n\nix. 2, 3,. . . .130, 132\xe2\x80\x94134, 136 \n\n\n\nOBADIAH. \n\n\xe2\x80\x94 21, 896, 900, 903, 909, \n\n911, 915, 916 \n\n\n\nJONAH. \n\ni. 3, 10, 130,132, 134, 136 \n\nii. 4,7, 682 \n\niii. 5\xe2\x80\x9410, 985,986,988 \n\niv. 2, 182\xe2\x80\x94184 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nMICAH, (continued.) \n\nii. 10, 751,757 \n\niii. 6, ,.445 \n\niv. 1\xe2\x80\x944, 899 \n\nvi. 6-8, 19,258 \n\nvii. 7, 521, 523 \n\nvii. 18,19, 182\xe2\x80\x94184 \n\n\n\nMICAH. \n\nii. 7, 364,365,367,369, \n\n370, 376, 379 \n\n(57) \n\n\n\nNAHUM. \ni. 3,.., \ni. 6, .., \ni.7,... \ni. 15,.. \n\n\n\n...96 \n.1145 \n\n..6j7 \n..949 \n\n\n\nIIABAKKUK. \n\ni. 13, 464 \n\nii. 14, 863,876,877,903 \n\nii. 20, 159 \n\niii. 2, 383,384 \n\niii. 17\xe2\x80\x9419, 592 \n\n\n\nZEPHANIAH. \n\ni. 14\xe2\x80\x9418, 445 \n\niii. 9, 10, 856,865, 870 \n\niii. 14\xe2\x80\x94 17 895,897 \n\n\n\nHAGGAl. \n\nii. 6, 7, 857,861,863,867 \n\nii. 23, ..629 \n\n\n\nZECHARIAH \n\ni. 5, 1062 \n\nii. 13, 159 \n\niv.6, 874 \n\niv. 7, 520 \n\nvi. 12\xe2\x80\x9415, 217 \n\nxiii. 1, 274,286 \n\nxiii. 9, 578, 579, 582, 58d \n\n\n\nMALACHI. \n\ni. 11, 874, 891, 896\xe2\x80\x94898 \n\niii. 2, 1130, 1131, 1145 \n\niii. 6, 131, 178 \n\niii. 10 384, 385 \n\niv. I,.\' 1130, 1136, 1140 \n\niv.2, 871 \n\n\n\nMATTHEW, \ni. 21, \n\n\n\n.348 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nMATTHEW, (continued.) \n\nii. 9\xe2\x80\x9411, 202, 959 \n\niii. 9, 4M \n\niii. 10, 456, 458 \n\niii. 16, 799,800,802, 808, \n\n810,814 \n\niv. 16, 217 \n\niv. 17, 452 \n\nv. 5, 8, 6G5 \n\nv. 7\xe2\x80\x9410, 750 \n\nv. 9, 694 \n\nv. 20, ....377, 1153 \n\nv. 44, 763 \n\nV. 43,.. .691, 702,706,709,721, \n7*2 \n\nvi. 6, 637, 640, 641 \n\nvi. 9\xe2\x80\x9413, 650, 658 \n\nvi. 14, 15, 7(52 \n\nvi. 16\xe2\x80\x9418, 986 \n\nvi. 19, 20, 580 \n\nvi. 25\xe2\x80\x9434, 560, 569, 571 \n\nvi. 31\xe2\x80\x9434, 573 \n\nvii. 7\xe2\x80\x94 11, ...634, 644, 645, 895 \n\nvii. 11, 359 \n\nvii. 13, 14, 686, 688, 725 \n\nvii. 21\xe2\x80\x9423, 1153 \n\nviii.2, 483 \n\nviii. 25, 218, 960 \n\nix. 2,22, 27, 29, 33, 218 \n\nix. 37, 38, 866 \n\nx. 31, 560,560, 571 \n\nx. 32, 33, 552, 1144 \n\nx. 35\xe2\x80\x9439 530 \n\nx. 42, 744 \n\nxi. 5, 218 \n\nxi. 28,29, 416, 417,419, \n\n421, 707 \n\nxii. 8, 34 \n\nxii. 17\xe2\x80\x9421, 215 \n\nxii. 36, 37, 1032, 1131 \n\nxiii. 16, 17, 949 \n\nxiii. 18\xe2\x80\x9422, 758 \n\nxiii. 41,42, 1153 \n\nxiii. 43, 1164, 1175, 1176 \n\nxiii. 45, 398 \n\nxiv. 23, 704 \n\nxi v. 27\xe2\x80\x9431, 569, 960 \n\nxv. 25, 656 \n\nxv. 30, 31, 218 \n\nxvi. 18, 787 \n\nxvi. 24, 25, 530 \n\nxvi. 26, 434,442,951 \n\nxvii. 4, 40, 54 \n\nxviii. 11, 224, 259 \n\nxviii. 20, 30, 288 \n\nxviii. 21, 22, 763 \n\nxix. 13, 14, 981, 982 \n\nxix. 23,24, 1153 \n\nxix. 27\xe2\x80\x9429, 530, 551 \n\nxx. 28, 243 \n\nxx. 30\xe2\x80\x9434, 218 \n\n(58) \n\n\n\nMATTHEW, (continue:!.) \n\nxxi. 5\xe2\x80\x94 7 9\\5 \n\nxxi.9, 350 \n\nxxi. 15, 16, 114,331 \n\nxxi. 21, 634 \n\nxxi. 42, 787 \n\nxxii. 9, 10,.. 418, 420, 422, 424 \n\nxxiii. 37, 438, 442, 463 \n\nxxiv. 30, 31, ..1135, 1136, 1141 \n\nxxiv. 35, 900 \n\nxxiv. 42\xe2\x80\x9446, 715, 716 \n\nxxv. 13, 715\xe2\x80\x94717 \n\nxxv. 21,23, 1118, 1140 \n\nxxv. 31, 32, 1131, 1138 \n\nxxv. 34, 1144 \n\nxxv. 40,45, 744, 746 \n\nxxv. 41, 1142 \n\nxxvi. 21, 22,25, 577 \n\nxxvi. 26\xe2\x80\x9428, 831,839 \n\nxxvi. 36\xe2\x80\x9445, 21 9\xe2\x80\x94 222 \n\nxxvi. 39, 42,. . . .219\xe2\x80\x94222, 659, \n660 \n\nxxvi. 41, 715,716 \n\nxxvi. 64,.... 1132\xe2\x80\x94 1138, 1140, \n\n1141, 1144 \n\nxxvii. 45\xe2\x80\x9454, . . . 223\xe2\x80\x94230, 232 \n\nxx vii. 46, . 836 \n\nxxvii. 52, 53, 239 \n\nxxviii. 1,6,.. 38 \n\nxxviii. 2, 234,238 \n\nxxviii. 5, 234\xe2\x80\x94236, 238\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n241, 243 \n\nxxviii. 6, 799 \n\nxxviii. 18\xe2\x80\x9420 852, S87 \n\n\n\nMARK. \n\ni. 9\xe2\x80\x94 11,. . . .709, 800, 802, 808, \n810, 814 \n\ni. 15, 452 \n\ni. 32\xe2\x80\x9434, , 218 \n\ni. 35, 639, 704 \n\ni. 41, 483 \n\nii. 28, 34 \n\niv. 14, 63 \n\niv. 15\xe2\x80\x9419, 758 \n\niv. 24, 408 \n\niv. 37\xe2\x80\x9441, 569,960 \n\niv.39, 305 \n\nv. 15,34,41,42, 218 \n\nvi. 46, 704 \n\nvi. 50, 569 \n\nvii. 25\xe2\x80\x9429, 634 \n\nviii. 23, 218 \n\nviii. 34, 35, 530 \n\nviii. 36, 37, 434, 442, 951 \n\nix. 5, 40,54 \n\nix. 41 744 \n\nx.\'l3,\'i4,\' 16,. . \'. .\'.\'. V.\'.*98lV982 \nx.28\xe2\x80\x94 30, 530 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRirTURES \n\n\n\nHymn. \nMARK, (continued.) \n\nx. 45, 243, 254, 256, 261 \n\nx. 4tj \xe2\x80\x94 52 218 \n\nxi. 9, 10, 350 \n\nxi.25,26, 763 \n\nxii. 10, 11, 787 \n\nxiii. 26, 27, 1131, 1136\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n1138, 1144 \n\nxiii. 31, 900 \n\nxiii. 33, 35, 37, 715, 716 \n\nxiv. 7, 744 \n\nxiv. 18, 19, 577 \n\nxiv. 22\xe2\x80\x9426, 831, 839 \n\nxiv. 32 \xe2\x80\x94 41, 219\xe2\x80\x94222 \n\nxiv. 36, B59, 660 \n\nxiv. 38, 715, 716 \n\nxiv. 62, 1132\xe2\x80\x941138, 1140, \n\n1141, 1144 \n\nxv. 24\xe2\x80\x9437, 223\xe2\x80\x94230, 232 \n\nxv. 34, 836 \n\nxvi.2, 6, 38,237 \n\nxvi. 15\xe2\x80\x9420, 852 \n\n\n\nLUKE. \n\ni. 33, 79, 217 \n\ni.49, 159 \n\nii. 8\xe2\x80\x94 14,. . .201, 203, 204\xe2\x80\x94208 \n\nii 32, 217 \n\niii. 4\xe2\x80\x946, 888 \n\niii. 9, 456,458 \n\niii. 21, 22, 799,800,802, \n\n808, 810, 814 \n\niv. 18,40, 218 \n\nv. 16, 639,704 \n\nvi.5, 34 \n\nvi. 12, 639,704 \n\nvi. 22,23, 750 \n\nvi. 27,28, 763 \n\nvi 34, 35, 738 \n\nvii. 21,22, 218 \n\nviii. 11, 63 \n\nviii. 12\xe2\x80\x9414, 758 \n\nviii. 15, 59 \n\nviii. 18, 408,758 \n\nviii. 24 960 \n\nviii. 35, 48, 55, 218 \n\nix. 23, 24, 530 \n\nix. 25, 434,442,951 \n\nix. 26, 554, 705 \n\nix.33, 40,54 \n\nx.2, 866 \n\nX.20, 147 \n\nx. 23, 24, 949 \n\nX.34,35, 747 \n\nx.42, 765 \n\nxl. 1, 24 \n\nxi. 2\xe2\x80\x944, 650, 658 \n\nxi. 9\xe2\x80\x9413, 359 \n\nxi. 28, 408 \n\nXii. 8, 552, 1144 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nLUKE, (continued.) \n\nxii. 22\xe2\x80\x9431, 560 569, 571 \n\nxii. 33, 34, 580 \n\nxii. 35, 722 \n\nxii. 37,40, 43, 715,716 \n\nxiii. 3,5, 452 \n\nxiii. 6\xe2\x80\x949, 456, 458 \n\nxiii. 24, 686, 688, 725 \n\nxiv. 22, 418, 420, 424, 428 \n\nxiv.26, 27, 526 \n\nxv. 7, 10, 779\xe2\x80\x94781 \n\nxv. 12\xe2\x80\x9424, 481,779 \n\nxviii. 1, 638 \n\nxviii.7, 645 \n\nxviii. 9\xe2\x80\x94 14, 133 \n\nxviii. 15, 16, 981, 982 \n\nxviii. 29, 30, 530 \n\nxviii. 35\xe2\x80\x9443, 218 \n\nxix. 10, 224,259 \n\nxix. 17, 19, 1118 \n\nxix. 38, 350 \n\nxix. 41,42, 434, 452, 1132 \n\nxx. 17, 787 \n\nxxi.27,..1132, 1133,1135,1136 \n\nxxi.28, 1140 \n\nxxi. 33, 900 \n\nxxi. 36, 715\xe2\x80\x94717 \n\nxxii. 19, 20 831, 842\xe2\x80\x94844, \n\n846 \n\nxxii. 39\xe2\x80\x9444, 219\xe2\x80\x94222 \n\nxxii. 42, 659, 660 \n\nxxii. 43, 678 \n\nxxii. 69, 1132\xe2\x80\x941138, 1140, \n\n1141, 1144 \n\nxxiii. 16, 227 \n\nxxiii. 34, 763 \n\nxxiii. 39\xe2\x80\x9443, 274 \n\nxxiii. 42, 666, 667 \n\nxxiii. 44\xe2\x80\x94 46,.... 223\xe2\x80\x94 230, 232 \n\nxxiv. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 6, 38 \n\nxxiv. 32, 28 \n\nxxiv.34, 237 \n\nxxiv. 50, 51,. . . .242, 245\xe2\x80\x94250 \n\n\n\nJOHN. \n\ni.4,5,9, 215 \n\ni. 13, 377 \n\ni. 14, 210 \n\ni. 18 547 \n\ni. 29, 36, 273, 555 \n\ni. 32\xe2\x80\x94 34,. . .799, 800, 802, 808, \n810, S14 \n\nii. 24, 25, 133 \n\niii. 3,5, 7, 123\xe2\x80\x94125,377 \n\niii. 8, 379 \n\niii. 14, 15, 256, 427, 526 \n\niii. 16, 17,... 102, 212, 269, 270 \niv. 13, 14,. ..410, 418, 420 \xe2\x80\x94 123 \n\niv. 24, 133 \n\niv. 35, 866 \n\n\n\n(59) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nJOHN, (conlinued.) \n\nv. 23, 344 \n\nv. 25, 28, 29,.. 1121, 1124, 1125 \n\nv. 39, 389, 390,393 \n\nvi. 20, 569 \n\nvi.27, 580 \n\nvi. 32, 33, 35, 48, ) ( 283, \n\n51,53\xe2\x80\x9458, J J 847 \n\nvi. 68, 181,548 \n\nvii. 37\xe2\x80\x9439,. .410, 422, 423, 431 \n\nvii. 46 406 \n\nviii. 12, 215, 651 \n\nix. 5, 215 \n\nx. 7, 11, 14, 15, 290\xe2\x80\x94292 \n\nx. 10, 268 \n\nx.28,29, 561 \n\nxi. 11, 1109 \n\nxi. 23, 24,.... 1096, 1121, 1129 \n\nxii. 13, 350 \n\nxii. 14, 15, 215 \n\nxii. 26, 530 \n\nxii. 46, 215 \n\nxii. 47 268,269 \n\nxiii. 7,\' 148,289, 585 \n\nxiii. 21\xe2\x80\x94 25, 577 \n\nxiii. 34, 35, 697\xe2\x80\x94701 \n\nxiv. 2, 3, 845 \n\nxiv. 6, 280 \n\nxiv. 7\xe2\x80\x9411, 307 \n\nxiv. 16, 17, 352, 356, 357, \n\n361, 370, 372, 374 \n\nxiv. 21,23, 849 \n\nxiv. 26, 369,376 \n\nxv. 1\xe2\x80\x945, 847 \n\nxv. 16, 121, 125 \n\nxv. 17, 697, 698 \n\nxv. 26, 352,356, 357, \n\n361, 370, 372 \n\nxvi. 8\xe2\x80\x9412 361,363 \n\nxvi. 13\xe2\x80\x9415, 355, 3G9 \n\nxvii. 4, 224, 225 \n\nxvii.5, 302 \n\nxvii. 12, 561 \n\nxviii. 9, 561 \n\nxviii. 11, 659, 666 \n\nxix. 5, 256,273,555 \n\nxix. 16\xe2\x80\x9430, 223\xe2\x80\x94230, 232 \n\nxx. 1\xe2\x80\x9418, 38 \n\nxx.22, 352 \n\nxxi. 15\xe2\x80\x94 17, 577 \n\n\n\nACTS. \n\n\n\n.852 \n\n\n\ni. 9, 10, 242, 245\xe2\x80\x94250, 322 \n\ni. 11, 1135, 1138,1140 \n\ni. 24, 133 \n\nii. 1\xe2\x80\x944, 352,367,937 \n\nii. 16\xe2\x80\x9421, 874 \n\nii. 26,27, 1087,1122, \n\n1127, 1128 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nACTS, (continued.) \n\nii. 32,33, 247 \n\nii. 34, 35, 335 \n\nii. 38, 452 \n\nii. 41, 806, 813, 820 \n\niii. 19, 452 \n\niv. 11, 787 \n\niv. 12, 253, 258, 2C2, 272 \n\nv. 31,. .257, 259, 272, 295, 300, \n315, 321, 323, 325 \n\nvii. 48, 49, 935,936,941 \n\nvii. 51, 438,442 \n\nvii. 55, 56, 1159 \n\nvii. 60, 1109 \n\nviii. 12, 799, \xc2\xa302, 819, 820 \n\nviii. 22, 452 \n\nviii. 32, 231 \n\nviii. 37, 798, 809,811,813 \n\nix. 11, 633 \n\nx. 38, 744 \n\nx.43, 274 \n\nxi. 23, 303 \n\nxiii. 2\xe2\x80\x944, 878, 880\xe2\x80\x94883, \n\n887, 888 \n\nxiii. 38,. . . .256, 258\xe2\x80\x94260, 264, \n\n266, 272, 274 \n\nxv S\xe2\x80\x94 11, 696 \n\nxv. 26, 881, 883, 888, 1120 \n\nxvi. 30,31, 497 \n\nxvii. 11, 389, 390, 393 \n\nxvii. 24, 25, 935, 936, 941 \n\nxvii. 28, 152, 153 \n\nxvii. 30 , 452 \n\nxvii. 31, 1132, 1133. 1135, \n\n1137, 1142 \n\nxx. 18\xe2\x80\x9421,28,31, 955 \n\nxx. 24, 1156 \n\nxxi. 13, 886,889 \n\nxxii. 21,.. . .878, 880\xe2\x80\x94883, 887 \n\nxxiv. 15, 1121, 1123, 1126, \n\n1129 \n\nxxiv. 16, 706 \n\nxxiv. 25.... 455, 459, 491, 1145 \n\nxxvi. 16\xe2\x80\x9418, 22, 23 878, \n\n880\xe2\x80\x94883, 887, 888 \nxxvi. 28,. . . .461, 462, 472, 686 \n\n\n\nROMANS. \n\ni. 16,... 388, 409, 552, 554, 881 \n\n1.19,20, 97,99, 107, 123, \n\n127, 129 \n\ni. 21\xe2\x80\x94 32 917 \n\nii. 4, 486 \n\nii. 5\xe2\x80\x94 10, 1130, 1131, 1139, \n\n1140 \n\nii. 12, 917 \n\nii. 21\xe2\x80\x94 23, 955 \n\nii. 28,29, ?77 \n\niii. 4, 494 \n\niii. 10\xe2\x80\x9418, 492,500 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \nROMANS, (continued.) \n\niii. 19, 404, 484, 494 \n\niii. 20\xe2\x80\x94 28, 252\xe2\x80\x94274, 277 \n\niii. 22, 25,26, 497 \n\niv. 5, 23\xe2\x80\x9425, 252\xe2\x80\x94274, \n\n277 \n\niv. 7,8, 495, 496 \n\nv. 1,2, 767 \n\nV.3, 4, 595,597, 733 \n\nv. 6, 8, 223, 226, 231, 283 \n\nV. 10, 287 \n\nv. 12, 15\xe2\x80\x9419, 492 \n\nv. 15\xe2\x80\x9421, 840 \n\nv. 15,20,21, 520 \n\nvi. 1, 670 \n\nvi. 2, 536 \n\nvi. 3\xe2\x80\x94 5,.... 803, 805, 822, 823 \n\nvi. 5 ... .235 \n\nvi! 9,\' lb\',.\'.\'. 240,\' 242\xe2\x80\x94245* 250, \n\n295, 297, 317 \n\nvi. 12\xe2\x80\x9422, 670 \n\nvi. 19, 260, 537, 557, 784, \n\n785, 803 \n\nvii. 8\xe2\x80\x94 12, 262 \n\nvii. 9\xe2\x80\x9412, 24, 478 \n\nvii. 22 389 \n\nviii. 1, 578,766,767 \n\nviii. 5\xe2\x80\x948, 492, 500 \n\nviii. 14, 378 \n\nviii. 15, 261,559 \n\nviii. 16,. . . .360, 363, 367, 374, \n\n382 \n\nviii. 18, 565, 629 \n\nviii. 26, 27, 633 \n\nviii. 28, 570, 581, 583, 585, \n\n595, 597, 600, 733 \n\nviii. 33, 34, 243 \n\nviii. 38, 39, 561,708 \n\nix. 1\xe2\x80\x943 979 \n\nix. 7\xe2\x80\x9423, 121, 125 \n\nfx. 11, 16, 18, 252 \n\nix. 33, 787 \n\nX. 11, 227 \n\nx. 15, 949 \n\nxi. 6, 252 \n\nxi. 25, 26, 921,923 \n\nxi. 29, 178 \n\nxi. 33, 142 \n\nxi. 36, 117, 121 \n\nxii. 5, 696 \n\nxii. 9, 10, 696, 790, 1068 \n\nxii. 14, 17, 19\xe2\x80\x9421, 763 \n\nxii. 15, 1068 \n\nxiii. 10, 697, 698 \n\nxiii. 11, 12, 684, 687, 691 \n\nxiv. 10, 12,... 1131, 1132, 1136, \n1144 \n\nxiv. 12, 1082 \n\nxv. 30, 901 \n\nxvi. 4, 881, 883, 888, 1120 \n\nxvi. 27 564 \n\n(61) \n\n\n\nHymn. \nCORINTHIANS. \n\ni.8, 564 \n\ni. 9, 565 \n\ni. 18,23 409 \n\ni. 22\xe2\x80\x9424, 307 \n\nii.2, 270, 271 \n\nii. 9,... 1153 \n\niii. 6, 7, 411, 874 \n\niii. 11, 253, 258,262, 272 \n\niii. 16, 355,365 \n\niv. 5, 133 \n\nv. 7, 261,263 \n\nvi.9, 10, 1153 \n\nvi. 15, 303 \n\nvi.19, 355 \n\nvi. 20, 706 \n\nvii. 29\xe2\x80\x94 31,... 1054, 1055, 1057, \n1060\xe2\x80\x941064 \n\nix. 24, 25, 717, 719\xe2\x80\x94722, \n\n725, 726 \n\nx. 4, 540 \n\nx. 16, 827 \n\nx. 31, 706 \n\nxi. 23\xe2\x80\x9426, 831, 843 \n\nxi. 25, 842\xe2\x80\x94844, 846, 850 \n\nxii. 12, 13, 790,791,796, \n\n827, 829 \n\nxiii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 703 \n\nxiii. 2, 8, 13, 749 \n\nxiii. 12, 32, 330 \n\nxv. 10, 520 \n\nxv. 20, 237,239, 1126 \n\nxv. 25, 871 \n\nxv. 26, 1087 \n\nxv. 42, 43,49, 1121, 1122 \n\nxv. 52, 1132 \n\nxv. 55\xe2\x80\x9457, 1076, 1080 \n\nxvi. 9, 885 \n\nxvi. 13, 723 \n\nCORINTHIANS. \n\ni. 12, 706 \n\ni.18\xe2\x80\x94 20, 162 \n\ni. 22, 360, 363, 367,371, \n\n373, 374, 382 \n\nii. 12, 885 \n\nii. 15, 16, 411 \n\niii. 5, 194,546 \n\niii. 7, 8, 16, 924 \n\niii. 18, 568, 653 \n\niv. 5, 956 \n\niv. 16, 603, 729, 1080, 1086 \n\niv. 17, 629 \n\niv. 18 536, 543, 580 \n\nv. 1-9, 1147 \n\nV.5,....360, 363, 367, 374, ;<82 \n\nv. 6\xe2\x80\x948, 547, 1086, 1160 \n\nv. 7, 515, 1126, 1147 \n\nv. 17, 466 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \n2 CORINTHIANS, (continued.) \n\n\\\\, 2, 435, 436, 440\xe2\x80\x94443 \n\nvii. 5, 5J9 \n\nviii. 9, 207,210, 329 \n\nviii. 23, 945 \n\nix. 9\xe2\x80\x94 11,.. .738, 739, 741\xe2\x80\x94746 \n\nix. 15, 746 \n\nx. 4, 377\xe2\x80\x94379, 409, 411 \n\nX. 17, 271 \n\nxii. 9, 10, 503, 546 \n\nxii. 15, 955 \n\nxiii. 5, 490,577, 630 \n\nxiii. 11, 1065, 1068, 1070 \n\nxiii. 14, 62 \n\n\n\nGALATIANS. \n\ni. 4, 252,256,260,262, \n\n268, 269, 277 \nii. 9,. . .878, 880\xe2\x80\x94885, 887, 888 \nii. 16,... 252, 253,262,266, 272 \n\niii. 13, 275 \n\niii. 22, 492, 521 \n\niii. 27, 811,822,823 \n\niii. 28, 696,697,790, 791, \n\n793 \n\niv. 6, 191,261, 374,559 \n\niv. 9, 684, 687, 690\xe2\x80\x94092, \n\n721, 722, 726, 758 \n\niv. 15, 684,685, 691 \n\nv. 6, 514 \n\nv. 7, 684. 687, 690\xe2\x80\x94692 \n\nv. 16, 25,. . .355\xe2\x80\x94358, 363, 365 \n\xe2\x80\x94 375 \n\nvi. 2, 739 \n\nvi. 9 740 \n\nvi. 14, 253,271,834. \n\n\n\nEPHESIANS. \n\ni.3, 117 \n\ni. 4\xe2\x80\x946, II, 121, 125,252 \n\ni. 7,. . .251, 252, 254\xe2\x80\x94256, 258 \n\xe2\x80\x94260, 26 1\xe2\x80\x94264, 266, 270, 272 \n\ni. 10, 790, 791, 793, 796 \n\ni. 13, 14,...3d0, 363, 367, 374, \n382, 559 \n\nii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, 492, 500 \n\nii. 4, 255 \n\nii. 5,8, 520 \n\nii. 8, 505, 520 \n\nii. 8, 9 510 \n\nii. 9, 10, 252,253 \n\nii. 13, 492 \n\nii. 19, 789\xe2\x80\x94791, 793, 796, \n\n826\xe2\x80\x94829 \n\nii. 20\xe2\x80\x9422, 565,787 \n\niii. 15, 789\xe2\x80\x94791,793,796 \n\nUi. 19, 677 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nEPHESIANS, (continued.) \n\niv. 8, 243 \n\niv. 8\xe2\x80\x9412, 945 \n\niv. 30, 381,383 \n\niv. 32, 697,698 \n\nv. 1, 703 \n\nv. 2, 697, 698 \n\nv.5, 1153 \n\nv. 14, 721,722 \n\nv. 16, 457 \n\nv.27, 564 \n\nv. 30, 303 \n\nvi. 1, 776 \n\nvi. 11\xe2\x80\x9417, 722,723 \n\nvi. 18, 676 \n\n\n\nPHILIPPIANS. \n\ni. 6, 381,520,564\xe2\x80\x94567 \n\ni. 21,23, 1086, 1093, 1098, \n\n1108, 1109 \n\nii. 5, 702,707 \n\nii. 6,7, 207 \n\nii. 6\xe2\x80\x94 10,. . . .302, 307, 309, 329 \n\nii. 7,8, 210 \n\nii. 9\xe2\x80\x9411, 871,898 \n\nii. 12,13, 378 \n\niii. 1, 325 \n\niii. 7,8, . 253 \n\niii. 8, 558 \n\niii. 13,14, 719 \n\niii. 20, 536,629,822 \n\niii. 21, 1122, 1123 \n\niv. 1, 720 \n\niv. 3, 826 \n\niv. 4, 325 \n\niv. 13, 546 \n\n\n\nCOLOSSIANS. \n\ni. 14, 251, 252, 254\xe2\x80\x94256, \n\n258\xe2\x80\x94260,261\xe2\x80\x94264, \n266. 270, 272 \n\ni.28, \' 955 \n\nii. 9, 307,309 \n\nii. 12, 805, 822, 823 \n\nii. 14, 15, 670 \n\niii. 1\xe2\x80\x943, . . .304, 330, 575, 580, \n629, 713, 822, 1148 \n\niii. 11, 696 \n\niii. 13, 763 \n\niv. 3 ,885 \n\n\n\n1 THESSALONIANS. \n\ni.5, 408 \n\ni.6, 704 \n\nii. 13, 409 \n\n\n\n(62) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \n1 THESSALONIANS, (contin.) \n\niii. 13, 564 \n\niv. 9, 696\xe2\x80\x94 (198 \n\niv. 13, 1083, 1093, 1097\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n1101, 1104, HOG \xe2\x80\x94 1109 \n\nIv. 14, 1109 \n\niv. 16, 17,.... 1124, 1132, 1138, \n1140, 1144 \n\nv. 6, 714\xe2\x80\x94717 \n\nv. 15, 763 \n\nv. 17, 638 \n\nv. 19, 381 \n\n\n\n2 THESSALONIANS. \n\ni. 7, 8, 1135, 1141 \n\nii. 13, 127 \n\niii. 1,...859, 860, 862, 864, 871 \niii. 13, 740 \n\n\n\n1 TIMOTHY. \n\ni. 15, 210,212,221,223, \n\n224, 227\xe2\x80\x94229, 252, 254, 256 \n\nii. 1,2, 638 \n\nii. 6, 224,227\xe2\x80\x94231, 243 \n\nii. 15, 598 \n\niii. 16, 249,250 \n\niv. 16, 955 \n\nV. 10, 738, 739,741,743. \n\n746, 747 \n\nvi. 6, 573 \n\nvi. 7, 572,573 \n\nvi. 12, 717,722,724 \n\nvi. 16,.. 158 \n\n\n\n2 TIMOTHY. \n\ni. 9, 252, 377 \n\ni. 12, 552 \n\ni. 18, 1130, 1131 \n\nii. 13, 100, 160 \n\niii. 16, 386, 395,396,398, \n\n400 \n\niv. 8, 720,726,735 \n\niv. 6\xe2\x80\x94 8,. 1098, 1104, 1116,1118 \niv. 18, 735 \n\n\n\nTITUS. \n\ni.2 563 \n\nii. 10\xe2\x80\x9413, 706 \n\nii. 14, 256,257,260,264 \n\niii. 5, 266,377 \n\niii. 8, 706 \n\n\n\nPHILEMON. \n-4, \n\n\n\n.638 \n\n\n\nHymn. \nHEBREWS. \n\ni. 3, 307,309,329,341 \n\ni.6, 204 \n\ni. 8, 333 \n\ni. 10\xe2\x80\x9412, 131 \n\ni. 13, 335 \n\nii. 1,... 758 \n\nii. 6\xe2\x80\x948, 163\xe2\x80\x94165 \n\nii. 0, 334,340 \n\nii. 14, 15, 233 \n\nii. 17, 18, 298 \n\niii. 7\xe2\x80\x9411, 15, 79\xe2\x80\x9482, 412 \n\niv. 7, 79-82,412 \n\niv. 9, 35,39, 55 \n\niv. 13, 133 \n\niv. 14, 15, 297,298. \n\niv. 16, 644 \n\nv. 7, 216 \n\nv. 12\xe2\x80\x9414, 758 \n\nvi. 6, 533, 670 \n\nvi. 10, 748 \n\nvi. 12, 727, 728, 1062 \n\nvi. 17, 18, 550 \n\nvi. 19, 563 \n\nvii. 19,22,24, 216 \n\n\xe2\x96\xbc ii. 25, 345, 410, 415, 426 \n\nviii. 13, 216 \n\nix. 9\xe2\x80\x9415, 216 \n\nix. 12\xe2\x80\x9414,26, 254 \n\nix.27, 1137 \n\nix. 28, 1135 \n\nx. 4, 254 \n\nx. 5\xe2\x80\x94 10, 260 \n\nx. 11\xe2\x80\x9414, 216 \n\nx.22, 644 \n\nx. 23, 166 \n\nxi. 1, 512 \n\nxi. 1,3, 8, 506 \n\nxi. 7, 8, 515 \n\nxi. 25,26, 534 \n\nxii. 1, 555,719, 727, 728 \n\nxii. 6, 7, 11, 595 \n\nxii. 6\xe2\x80\x9411, 600 \n\nxii. 18\xe2\x80\x9424, 789 \n\nxiii. 8, 581 \n\nxiii. 17, 955 \n\n\n\nJAMES. \n\ni. 10, 11, 1149 \n\ni.21, 375 \n\niv. 14, 1064, 1149 \n\nv. 10, 727, 728 \n\nv.13^ 11 \n\n\n\n1 PETER. \n\ni.2, 259 \n\ni.2, 3, 121, 125 \n\nj. tf, 7, 578,579,582,583 \n\n\n\n(63) \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SCRIPTURES. \n\n\n\nHymn. \n1 PETER, (continued.) \n\ni. 8, 254 \n\ni. 13, 708 \n\ni. 15, 16, 159 \n\ni. 18, 19, 254 \n\ni. 24, 25, 1149 \n\nii. 7, 787 \n\nii. 21, 704 \n\nii. 24, 254 \n\nii. 25, 231 \n\niii. 8, 697, 698 \n\niii 10\xe2\x80\x9412, 776 \n\niv 5, 1131 \n\niv 7, 1057, 10G0 \n\niv. 17, 18, 455 \n\nv.7, 560, 584 \n\n\n\n2 IETER. \n\ni. 21, 396, 400 \n\niii. 10, 12,... 1130, 1134\xe2\x80\x941136, \n1141, 1144 \n\n\n\n1 JOHN. \n\ni. 7, 254,253,259, 262\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n264, 274 \nii. 2, 254, 258, 259, 262\xe2\x80\x94 \n\n264, 274 \n\nii. 6, 704,707 \n\nii. 17, 751, 757, 1054, 1057, \n\n1059 \n\niii. 1,2, 191 \n\niii. 3, 514 \n\niv. 8, 16, 155, 156 \n\niv. 12, 547 \n\nv. 4, 294 \n\nv.8, 261 \n\n\n\n2 JOHN. \n-3,., \n\n\n\n.62 \n\n\n\n3 JOHN. \n\n\xe2\x80\x94 4,....,... 975, 976, 978, 979 \n\n\xe2\x80\x94 8,... 741,746 \n\n\n\nJUDE. \n\n\n\n-24, 25,. \n\n\n\nHymn. \n....564 \n\n\n\nREVELATION. \n\ni.5, 6, 316,851 \n\ni. 7,.. 320, 321, 1132, 1135,1136 \n\ni. 10, 39 \n\nii. 5, 687 \n\nii. 23, 133 \n\niii. 1,3\xe2\x80\x945, - 687 \n\niii. 5, 968 \n\niii. 11, 431 \n\niii. 12, 663, 713 \n\niii. 20, 434 \n\niv. 3, 160 \n\niv. 8, 159 \n\niv. 10, 11, 311 \n\nv. 8\xe2\x80\x9414, .... 343, 344, 346, 347, \n349 \n\n7.9, 10, 316 \n\nvi. 13\xe2\x80\x94 17,... 1130, 1135, 1136 \n\nvii. 9, 17, 254,349, 1164, \n\n1175, 1176, 1179 \n\nvii. 20, 326 \n\nx. 5, 6, 1060, 1064 \n\nxi. 15, 903, 911, 915, 916 \n\nxii. 10, 519, 911, 915 \n\nxiv. 6, 892 \n\nxiv. 13,. 1092, 1098, 1099, 1101, \n1104, 1108, 1109, 1111 \n\nxiv. 15, 878 \n\nxv. 3, 142,313 \n\nxv. 4, 159 \n\nxvi.7, 142 \n\nxvi. 15, 715\xe2\x80\x94717 \n\nxix.6...... 916 \n\nxx. 11, 1134, 1135, 1145 \n\nxx. 13, 1082, 1144 \n\nxx. 14, 15, 1152 \n\nxxi. 2\xe2\x80\x944, 574, 905, 1166 \n\nxxi. 3, 4, 22\xe2\x80\x9425, 1174 \n\nxxi. 27, 1153 \n\nxxii. 1,2, 286 \n\nxxii.2, 1175, ]176 \n\nxxii. 3, 5, 1174 \n\nxxii. 5, 1113 \n\nxxii. 16, 959 \n\nxxii. 7, 20 431,873 \n\n\n\n(64) \n\n\n\nTHE \n\nPSALMIST. \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n\n\n-I \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Tate & Brady \n\nAll Nations exhorted to Adoration and Praise. \n\n1 WITH one consent, let all the earth \n\nTo God their cheerful voices raise ; \nGlad homage pay, with hallowed mirth, \nAnd sing before him songs of praise; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Assured that he is God alone, \n\nFrom whom both we and all proceed, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWe, whom he chooses for his own, \nThe flock which he delights to feed. \n\n3 O, enter, then, his temple gate ; \n\nThence to his courts devoutly press : \nAnd still your grateful hymns repeat, \nAnd still his name with praises bless ; \n\n4 For he\'s the Lord, supremely good ; \n\nHis mercy is forever sure ; \nHis truth, which always firmly stood, \nTo endless ages shall endure. \n\n2. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Sovereign Jehovah. \n\n1 BEFORE Jehovah\'s awful throne, \n\nYe nations, bow with sacred joy; \nKnow that the Lord is God alone ; \nHe can create and he destroy. \n\n2 His sovereign power, without our aid,. \n\nMade us of clay, and formed us men ; \nAnd when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,, \nHe brought us to his fold again. \n1 i \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n3 We are his people ; we his care : \n\nOur souls, and all our mortal frame : \nWhat lasting honors shall we rear, \nAlmighty Maker, to thy name ? \n\n4 We\'ll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, \n\nHigh as the heaven our voices raise ; \nAnd earth, with her ten thousand tongues, \nShall fill thy courts with sounding praise. \n\n5 Wide as the world is thy command ; \n\nVast as eternity thy love ; \nFirm as a rock thy truth shall stand, \nWhen rolling years shall cease to move. \n\n3. C. M. Watts. \n\nDelight in the House of God. \n\n1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear \n\nMy friends devoutly say, \n"In Zion let us all appear, \nAnd keep the solemn day " ! \n\n2 I love her gates, I love the road ; \n\nThe church, adorned with grace, \nStands like a palace built for God, \nTo show his milder face. \n\n3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, \n\nThe holy tribes repair ; \nThe Son of David holds his throne, \nAnd sits in judgment there. \n\n4 He hears our praises and complaints; \n\nAnd, while his awful voice \nDivides the sinners from the saints, \nWe tremble and rejoice. \n\n5 Peace be within this sacred place, \n\nAnd joy a constant guest ; \nWith holy gifts and heavenly grace \nBe her attendants blest \n\n6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, \n\nWhile life or breath remains ; \nHere my best friends, my kindred, dwell ; \nHere God* my Saviour, reigns. \n\n2 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n4. CM. Watts. \n\nDaily and nightly Devotion. \n\n1 YE that obey th\' immortal King, \n\nAttend his holy place ; \nBow to the glories of his name, \nAnd sing his wondrous grace. \n\n2 Lift up your hands by morning light, \n\nAnd raise your thanks on high ; \nSend your admiring thoughts, by night, \nAbove the starry sky. \n\n3 The God of Zion cheer your hearts \n\nWith rays of quickening grace : \n\'Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad, \nWhose presence fills the place. \n\n5. L. M. Watts. \n\nBlessedness of worshipping God in his Temple, \n\n1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, \nO Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! \nWith long desire my spirit faints \nTo meet th\' assemblies of thy saints. \n\n2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; \nMy panting heart cries out for God ; \nMy God, my King, why should I be \nSo far from all my joys and thee ? \n\n3 Blest are the saints, who dwell on high, \nAround thy throne, above the sky; \nThy brightest glories shine above, \nAnd all their work is praise and love. \n\n4 Blest are the souls who find a place \nWithin the temple of thy grace ; \nThere they behold thy gentler rays, \nAnd seek thy face, and learn thy praise. \n\n5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set \nTo find the way to Zion\'s gate ; \n\nGod is their strength ; and, through the road, \nThey lean upon their helper, God. \n\n6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength, \nTill all shall meet in heaven at length ; \nTill all before thy face appear, \n\nAnd join in nobler worship there. \n3 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n6. L. M. Watts. \nPraise to our Creator. \n\n1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice \n\nBefore the Lord, your sovereign King ; \nServe him with cheerful heart and voice ; \nWith all your tongues his glory sing. \n\n2 The Lord is God ; \'tis he alone \n\nDoth life, and breath, and being, give ; \nWe are his work, and not our own, \nThe sheep that on his pastures live. \n\n3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; \n\nWith praises to his courts repair ; \nAnd make it your divine employ \n\nTo pay your thanks and honors there. \n\n4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; \n\nGreat is his grace, his mercy sure ; \nAnd all the race of man shall find \nHis truth from age to age endure. \n\n7. C. M. Watts. \n\nDelight in Worship. \n\n1 I LOVE to see the Lord below ; \n\nHis chinch displays his grace ; \nBut upper worlds his glory know, \nAnd view him face to face. \n\n2 I love to worship at his feet, \n\nThough sin annoy me there ; \nBut saints, exalted near his seat, \nHave no assaults to fear. \n\n3 I love to meet him in his court, \n\nAnd taste his heavenly love ; \nBut still his visits seem too short, \nOr I too soon remove. \n\n4 He shines, and I am all delight ; \n\nHe hides, and all is pain : \nWhen will he fix me in his sight, \nAnd ne\'er depart again ? \n\n5 O Lord, I love thy service now ; \n\nThy church displays thy power; \nBut soon in heaven I hope to bow \nAnd praise thee evermore. \n4 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n8. CM. Watts. \nAnticipating Worship. \n\n1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear \n\nMy voice ascending high ; \nTo thee will I direct my prayer, \nTo thee lift up mine eye; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone \n\nTo plead for all his saints, \nPresenting at his Father\'s throne \nOur songs and our complaints. \n\n3 Thou art a God before whose sight \n\nThe wicked shall not stand ; \n\nSinners shall ne\'er be thy delight, \n\nNor dwell at thy right hand. \n\n4 But to thy house will I resort, \n\nTo taste thy mercies there ; \nI will frequent thine holy court, \nAnd worship in thy fear. \n\n5 O, may thy Spirit guide my feet \n\nIn ways of righteousness, \nMake every path of duty straight \nAnd plain before my face. \n\n9. CM. Jervis. \nHomage and Devotion, \n\n1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes \n\nTo those bright realms above, \nThat glorious temple in the skies, \nWhere dwells eternal Love. \n\n2 Before the gracious throne we bow \n\nOf heaven\'s almighty King ; \nHere we present the solemn vow, \nAnd hymns of praise we sing. \n\n3 O Lord, while in thy house we kneel, \n\nWith trust and holy fear, \nThy mercy and thy truth reveal, \nAnd lend a gracious ear. \n\n4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, \n\nAnd tune our lips to sing ; \nNor from thy presence cast away \nThe sacrifice we bring. \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n\n\n10. H. M. Watts. \nLonging for the House of God, \n\n1 LORD of the worlds above, \n\nHow pleasant and how fair \nThe dwellings of thy love, \n\nThine earthly temples, are ! \nTo thine abode I With warm desires \n\nMy heart aspires, | To see my God. \n\n2 O, happy souls, who pray \n\nWhere God appoints to hear ! \nO, happy men, who pay \n\nTheir constant service there ! \nThey praise thee still ; I Who love the way \nAnd happy they J To Zion\'s hill. \n\n3 They go from strength to strength, \n\nThrough this dark vale of tears, \nTill each arrives at length, \n\nTill each in heaven appears : \nO glorious seat, I Shall thither bring \n\nWhen God, our King, | Our willing feet \n\n11. S. M. E. Taylor. \n\nInvitation to the House of God. \n\n1 COME to the house of prayer, \n\nO thou afflicted, come ; \nThe God of peace shall meet thee there ; \nHe makes that house his home. \n\n2 Come to the house of praise, \n\nYe who are happy now ; \nIn sweet accord your voices raise, \nIn kindred homage bow. \n\n3 Ye aged, hither come, \n\nFor ye have felt his love ; \nSoon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, \nYour lips forget to move. \n\n4 Ye young, before his throne, \n\nCome, bow ; your voices raise ; \nLet not your hearts his praise disown \nWho gives the power to praise. \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n5 Thou, whose benignant eye \n\nIn mercy looks on all, \nWho seest the tear of misery, \nAnd hear\'st the mourner\'s call, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n6 Up to thy dwelling-place \n\nBear our frail spirits on, \nTill they outstrip time\'s tardy pace, \nAnd heaven on earth be won. \n\n12. S. P. M. Watts. \n\nDelight in the House of God. \n\n1 HOW pleased and blest was I \nTo hear the people cry, \n\n"Come, let us seek our God to-day"! \n\nYes, with a cheerful zeal, \n\nWe haste to Z ion\'s hill, \nAnd there our vows and honors pay. \n\n2 Zion, thrice happy place, \nAdorned with wondrous grace, \n\nAnd walls of strength embrace thee round \' \n\nIn thee our tribes appear, \n\nTo pray, and praise, and hear \nThe sacred gospel\'s joyful sound. \n\n3 Here David\'s greater Son \nHas fixed his royal throne ; \n\nHe sits for grace and judgment here ; \n\nHe bids the saint be glad ; \n\nHe makes the sinner sad, \nAnd humble souls rejoice with fear. \n\n4 May peace attend thy gate, \nAnd joy within thee wait, \n\nTo bless the soul of every guest; \n\nThe man who seeks thy peace, \n\nAnd wishes thine increase, \nA thousand blessings on him rest \n\n5 My tongue repeats her vows, \n" Peace to this sacred house ! " \n\nFor here my friends and kindred dwell; \n\nAnd, since my glorious God \n\nMakes thee his blest abode, \nMy soul shall ever love thee well. \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\nIS. H. M. Watts. \n\nEnjoyment in Worship. \n\n1 TO spend one sacred day \n\nWhere God and saints abide, \nAffords diviner joy \n\nThan thousand days beside : \nWhere God resorts, I To keep the door \nI love it more | Than shine in courts. \n\n2 God is our sun and shield, \n\nOur light and our defence ; \nWith gifts his hands are filled ; \n\nWe draw our blessings thence : \nHe will bestow I Peculiar grace, \nOn Jacob\'s race | And glory too. \n\n3 The Lord his people loves ; \n\nHis hand no good withholds \nFrom those his heart approves, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFrom pure and upright souls. \nThrice happy he, I Whose spirit trusts \nO God of hosts, J Alone in thee. \n\n14. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod present in the Sanctuary. \n\n1 MY soul, how lovely is the place \n\nTo which thy God resorts ! \n\'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, \nThough in his earthly courts. \n\n2 There the great Monarch of the skies \n\nHis saving power displays ; \nAnd light breaks in upon our eyes \nWith kind and quickening rays. \n\n3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove \n\nDescends and fills the place, \nWhile Christ reveals his wondrous love, \nAnd sheds abroad his grace. \n\n4 There, mighty God, thy words declare \n\nThe secrets of thy will ; \nAnd still we seek thy mercy there, \nAnd sing thy praises still. \n8 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n15. C. M. Watts. \n\nThankful Acknowledgment of God\'s Goodness. \n\n1 WHAT shall 1 render to my God, \n\nFor all his kindness shown ? \nMy feet shall visit thine abode, \nMy songs address thy throne. \n\n2 Among the saints who fill thy house, \n\nMy offering shall be paid ; \nThere shall my zeal perform the vows \nMy soul, in anguish, made. \n\n3 How much is mercy thy delight, \n\nThou ever-blessed God ! \nHow dear thy servants in thy sight 2 \nHow precious is their blood ! \n\n4 How happy all thy servants are ! \n\nHow great thy grace to me ! \nMy life, which thou hast made thy care f \nLord, I devote to thee. \n\n5 Now I am thine, \xe2\x80\x94 forever thine, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nNor shall my purpose move ; \nThy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, \nAnd bound me with thy love. \n\n6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, \n\nAnd thy rich grace record ; \nWitness, ye saints, who hear me now, \nIf I forsake the Lord. \n\nI\xc2\xa9. C. M. Newton, \n\nA Blessing sought \n\n1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear ; \n\nThy presence now display ; \nWe kneel within thy house of prayer ; \nO, give us hearts to pray. \n\n2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, \n\nIn pity, Lord, remove ; \nDispose our minds to hear aright \nThe message of thy love. \n\n3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, \n\nTo kneel before thy face ; \nO, make us, creatures of thy power, \nThe children of thy grace. \n9 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n17. C. M. H. M. Williams. \n\nHabitual Devotion. \n\n1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, \n\nBe my vain wishes stilled ; \n\nAnd may this consecrated hour \n\nWith better hopes be filled. \n\n2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; \n\nTo thee my thoughts would soar ; \nThy mercy o\'er my life has flowed ; \nThat mercy I adore. \n\n3 In each event of life, how clear \n\nThy ruling hand I see ! \nEach blessing to my soul more dear, \nBecause conferred by thee. \n\n4 In every joy that crowns my days, \n\nIn eveiy pain I bear, \nMy heart shall find delight in praise, \nOr seek relief in prayer. \n\n5 When gladness wings my favored hour, \n\nThy love my thoughts shall fill ; \nResigned, when storms of sorrow lower, \nMy soul shall meet thy will. \n\n6 My lifted eye, without a tear, \n\nThe gathering storm shall see ; \nMy steadfast heart shall know no fear ; \nThat heart shall rest on thee. \n\n18. C. M. Watts. \nLonging for the House of God. \n\n1 EARLY, my God, without delay, \n\nI haste to seek thy face ; \nMy thirsty spirit faints away \nWithout thy cheering grace. \n\n2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, \n\nBeneath a burning sky, \nLong for a cooling stream at hand ; \nAnd they must drink, or die. \n\n3 I\'ve seen thy glory, and thy power, \n\nThrough all thy temple shine ; \nMy God, repeat that heavenly hour, \nThat vision so divine. \n\n10 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP \n\n4 Not all the blessings of a feast \n\nCan please my soul so well, \n\nAs when thy richer grace I taste, \n\nAnd in thy presence dwell. \n\n5 Not life itself, with all its joys, \n\nCan my best passions move, \nOr raise so high my cheerful voice, \nAs thy forgiving love. \n\n6 Thus, till my last, expiring day, \n\nTil bless my God and King ; \nThus will I lift my hands to pray, \nAnd tune my lips to sing. \n\n19. 7s. J- Taylor. \n\nElements of acceptable Worship. \n\n1 FATHER of our feeble race, \n\nWise, beneficent, and kind, \nSpread o\'er nature\'s ample face, \n\nFlows thy goodness unconfined : \nMusing in the silent grove, \n\nOr the busy walks of men, \nStill we trace thy wondrous love, \n\nClaiming large returns again. \n\n2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, \n\nAt thine altars when we bow ? \nHearts, the pure, unsullied spring, \n\nWhence the kind affections flow ; \nSoft compassion\'s feeling soul, \n\nBy the melting eye expressed ; \nSympathy, at whose control \n\nSorrow leaves the wounded breast ; - \n\n3 Willing hands to lead the blind, \n\nHeal the wounded, feed the poor ; \nLove, embracing all our kind ; \n\nCharity, with liberal store : \nTeach us, O thou heavenly King, \n\nThus to show our grateful mind, \nThus th\' accepted offering bring, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nLove to thee and all mankind \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n20. L. M. Watts. \n\nJoy of public Worship. \n\n1 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings \nThe joy that from thy presence springs : \nTo spend one day with thee on earth \nExceeds a thousand days of mirth. \n\n2 Might I enjoy the meanest place \nWithin thy house, O God of grace, \nNot tents of ease, nor thrones of power, \nShould tempt my feet to leave thy door. \n\n3 God is our sun \xe2\x80\x94 he makes our day ; \nGod is our shield \xe2\x80\x94 he guards our way \nFrom all th\' assaults of hell and sin ; \nFrom foes without and foes within. \n\n4 All needful grace will God bestow, \nAnd crown that grace with glory too : \nHe gives us all things, and withholds \nNo real good from upright souls. \n\n5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway \nThe glorious host of heaven obey, \nDisplay thy grace, exert thy power, \nTill all on earth thy name adore. \n\nSI. C. M. Sacred Poetry. \n\nPrayer for Sincerity. \n\n1 LORD, when we bow before thy throne, \n\nAnd our confessions pour, \nO, may we feel the sins we own, \nAnd hate what we deplore. \n\n2 Our contrite spirits, pitying, see ; \n\nTrue penitence impart ; \nAnd let a healing ray from thee \nBeam hope on every heart \n\n3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, \n\nO, let our wills resign, \nAnd not a thought our bosom share \nWhich is not wholly thine. \n\n4 Let faith each meek petition fill, \n\nAnd waft it to the skies, \nAnd teach our hearts \'tis goodness, still, \nThat grants it, or denies. \n13 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n82. C. M. Steele. \n\nThe Presence of God sought in his House* \n\n1 COME, O thou King of all thy saints, \n\nOur humble tribute own, \nWhile, with our praises and complaints, \nWe bow before thy throne. \n\n2 How should our songs, like those above, \n\nWith warm devotion rise ! \nHow should our souls, on wings of love, \nMount upward to the skies ! \n\n3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows ! \n\nHow languid our desire ! \nHow dim the sacred passion glows \nTill thou the heart inspire ! \n\n4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine, \n\nAnd fill thy dwellings here, \nTill life, and love, and joy divine, \nA heaven on earth appear. \n\n83. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nSpiritual Improvement. \n\n1 IN thy name, O Lord, assembling, \n\nWe, thy people, now draw near ; \nTeach us to rejoice with trembling ; \nSpeak, and let thy servants hear, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHear with meekness, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHear thy word with godly fear. \n\n2 While our days on earth are lengthened, \n\nMay we give them, Lord, to thee ; \nCheered by hope, and daily strengthened, \nWe would run, nor weary be, \n\nTill thy glory, \nWithout clouds, in heaven we see. \n\n3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, \n\nAll thy people shall adore, \nTasting of enjoyment greater \n\nThan they could conceive before, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFull enjoyment, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHoly bliss, forevermore. \n13 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\nS4L\xc2\xbb C. M. Montgomery \n\nInvocation for a Blessing m Worship. \n\n1 LORD, teach thy servants how to pray \n\nWith reverence and with fear : \nThough dust and ashes, yet we may, \nWe must, to thee draw near. \n\n2 We come, then, God of grace, to thee ; \n\nGive broken, contrite hearts ; \nGive \xe2\x80\x94 what thine eye delights to see \xe2\x80\x94 \nTruth in the inward parts. \n\n3 Give deep humility; the sense \n\nOf godly sorrow give ; \nA strong, desiring confidence \nTo see thy face and live. \n\n4 Give faith in that one sacrifice \n\nWhich can for sin atone ; \nTo cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, \nOn Christ, and Christ alone. \n\n5 Give patience, still to wait and weep, \n\nThough mercy long delay \nCourage, our fainting souls to keep, \nAnd trust thee, though thou slay. \n\n6 Give these, and then thy will be done : \n\nThus strengthened with all might, \nWe, through thy Spirit and thy Son, \nShall pray, and pray aright \n\nS3* 7s. Hammond \n\nA Blessing humbly requested. \n\n1 LORD, we come before thee now ; \nAt thy feet we humbly bow ; \n\nO, do not our suit disdain ; \n\nShall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? \n\n2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; \nIn compassion now descend ; \n\nFill our hearts with thy rich grace ; \nTune our lips to sing thy praise. \n\n3 In thine own appointed way, \nNow we seek thee ; here we stay ; \nLord, from hence we would not go, \nTill a blessing thou bestow. \n\n14 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n4 Comfort those who weep and mourn ; \nLet the time of joy return ; \n\nThose that are cast down, lift up ; \nMake them strong in faith and hope. \n\n5 Grant that all may seek and find \nThee a God supremely kind ; \nHeal the sick ; the captive free ; \nLet us all rejoice in thee. \n\n26. L. M. Watts, \nThe Indwelling of God desired. \n\n1 COME, gracious Lord, descend and dwell, \n\nBy faith and love, in every breast ; \n\nThen shall we know, and taste, and feel, \n\nThe joys that cannot be expressed, \n\n2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, \n\nMake our enlarged souls possess, \nAnd learn the height, and breadth, and length, \nOf thine eternal love and grace. \n\n3 Now to the God whose power can do \n\nMore than our thoughts and wishes know, \nBe everlasting honors done, \n\nBy all the church, through Christ, his Son. \n\n27. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nA Blessing sought. \n\n1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave, \n\nAnd to thy courts repair ; \nAgain, with joyful feet, we come \nTo meet our Saviour here. \n\n2 Within these walls let holy peace, \n\nAnd love, and concord, dwell ; \nHere give the troubled conscience ease, \nThe wounded spirit heal. \n\n3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, \n\nThe humble mind, bestow ; \nAnd shine upon us from on high, \nTo make our graces grow. \n\n15 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n4 May we in faith receive thy word, \n\nIn faith present our prayers, \nAnd in the presence of our Lord \nUnbosom all our cares. \n\n5 Show us some token of thy love, \n\nOur fainting hope to raise, \nAnd pour thy blessing from above, \nThat we may render praise. \n\n38, 7s. Montgomery. \n\nPrayer for a Blessing on public Worship. \n\n1 TO thy temple we repair ; \nLord, we love to worship there ; \nThere, within the veil, we meet \nChrist upon the mercy-seat. \n\n2 While thy glorious name is sung, \nTune our lips, inspire our tongue ; \nThen our joyful souls shall bless \nChrist, the Lord our Righteousness. \n\n3 While to thee our prayers ascend, \nLet thine ear in love attend ; \nHear us when thy Spirit pleads ; \nHear, for Jesus intercedes. \n\n4 While thy word is heard with awe, \nWhile we tremble at thy law, \n\nLet thy gospel\'s wondrous love \nEvery doubt and fear remove. \n\n5 From thy house when we return, \nLet our hearts within us burn ; \nThen, at evening, we may say, \n\n" We have walked with God to-day." \n\n29. 0: M. Presb. Col. \n\nPrayer for special Favor. \n\n1 WITHIN thy house, O Lord, our God, \nIn glory now appear ; \nMake this a place of thine abode, \nAnd shed thy blessings here. \n16 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP. \n\n2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, \n\nThy Spirit, Lord, impart ; \nAnd let thy gospel\'s joyful sound \nWith power reach every heart \n\n3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; \n\nHere give the mourners rest ; \nLet Jesus here triumphant reign, \nEnthroned in every breast \n\n4 Here let the voice of sacred joy \n\nAnd humble prayer arise, \nTill higher strains our tongues employ \nIn realms beyond the skies. \n\n30. S. M. C. Wesley. \nClaiming the, Promise, \n\n1 JESUS, we look to thee, \n\nThy promised presence claim ; \nThou in the midst of us wilt be, \nAssembled in thy name. \n\n2 Thy name salvation is, \n\nWhich here we come to prove ; \nThy name is life, and health, and peace, \nAnd everlasting love. \n\n3 We meet, the grace to take \n\nWhich thou hast freely given ; \n\nWe meet on earth for thy dear sake, \n\nThat we may meet in heaven. \n\n4 O, may thy quickening voice \n\nThe death of sin remove, \nAnd bid our inmost souls rejoice \nIn hope of perfect love. \n\n31. L. M. Sir J.E.Smith. \n\nDevout Worship of God. \n\n1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee ; \nThy saints adore thy holy name ; \nThy creatures bend th\' obedient knee, \nAnd, humbly, thy protection claim. \n1* 17 \n\n\n\nWORSHIP \n\n2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust ; \n\nThe breath of life thy Spirit gave ; \nWhere, but in thee, can mortals trust? \nWho, but our God, has power to save? \n\n3 Eternal source of truth and light, \n\nTo thee we look, on thee we call ; \nLord, we are nothing in thy sight, \nBut thou to us art all in all, \n\n4 Still may thy children in thy word \n\nTheir common trust and refuge see ; \nO, bind us to each other, Lord, \nBy one great tie, \xe2\x80\x94 the love of thee. \n\n5 Here, at the portal of thy house, \n\nWe leave our mortal hopes and fears ; \nAccept our prayer, and bless our vows, \nAnd dry our penitential tears. \n\n6 So shall our sun of hope arise, \n\nWith brighter still and brighter ray, \nTill thou shalt bless our longing eyes \nWith beams of everlasting day. \n\n33\xc2\xab S. M. Ur wick\'s Col. \n\nPleasures of Spiritual Worship. \n\n1 HOW sweet to bless the Lord, \n\nAnd in his praises join, \nWith saints his goodness to record, \nAnd sing his power divine ! \n\n2 These seasons of delight \n\nThe dawn of glory seem, \nLike rays of pure, celestial light, \nWhich on our spirits beam. \n\n3 O, blest assurance this ; \n\nBright morn of heavenly day; \nSweet foretaste of eternal bliss, \nThat cheers the pilgrim\'s way. \n\n4 Thus may our joys increase, \n\nOur love more ardent grow, \nWhile rich supplies of Jesus\' grace \nRefresh our souls below. \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n5 But, O, the bliss sublime, \n\nWhen joy shall be complete, \n\nIn that unclouded, glorious clime \n\nWhere all thy servants meet ! \n\n6 Then shall the ransomed throng \n\nThe Saviour\'s love record, \n\nAnd shout, in everlasting song, \n\n" Salvation to the Lord ! " \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n33. C. M. Edmeston. \nThe Lord\'s Day Morning. \n\n1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose, \n\nAnd sighs her God to seek, \nHow sweet to hail the evening\'s close, \nThat ends the weary week ! \n\n2 How sweet to hail the early dawn, \n\nThat opens on the sight, \nWhen first that soul-reviving morn \nSheds forth new rays of light ! \n\n3 Sweet day ! thine hours too soon will cease ; \n\nYet, while they gently roll, \nBreathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, \nA Sabbath o\'er my soul. \n\n4 When will my pilgrimage be done, \n\nThe world\'s long week be o\'er, \nThat Sabbath dawn, which needs no sun, \nThat day, which fades no more ? \n\n34. C. M. Watts. \n\nCelebration of Christ\'s Resurrection. \n\n1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made ; \n\nHe calls the hours his own ; \nLet heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, \nAnd praise surround the throne. \n\n2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, \n\nAnd Satan\'s empire fell ; \nTo-day the saints his triumph spread, \nAnd all his wonders tell. \n19 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n3 Hosanna to th\' anointed King, \n\nTo David\'s holy Son; \nHelp us, O Lord ; descend and bring \nSalvation from thy throne. \n\n4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men \n\nWith messages of grace ; \nWho comes, in God the Father\'s name, \nTo save our sinful race. \n\n5 Hosanna in the highest strains \n\nThe church on earth can raise ! \nThe highest heavens, in which he reigns, \nShall give him nobler praise. \n\n35. L. M. J- Stennett. \n\nHoly Enjoyment anticipated. \n\n1 ANOTHER six days\' work is done, \nAnother Sabbath is begun ; \nReturn, my soul, enjoy thy rest, \nImprove the day that God hath blest \n\n2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, \nAs grateful incense, to the skies, \n\nAnd draw from heaven that sweet repose \nWhich none but he that feels it knows ! \n\n3 A heavenly calm pervades the breast, \nThe earnest of that glorious rest \nWhich for the church of God remains, \nThe end of cares, the end of pains. \n\n4 With joy, great God, thy works we view, \nIn various scenes, both old and new : \nWith praise, we think on mercies past ; \nWith hope, we future pleasures taste. \n\n5 In holy duties let the day, \n\nIn holy pleasures, pass away ; \n\nHow sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, \n\nIn hope of one that ne\'er shall end ! \n\n86. C. M. Kelly \n\nChrist risen. \n1 AND now another week begins , \nThis day we call the Lord\'s ; \nThis day he rose who bore our sins, \nFor so his word records. \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing I \n\nThen* voices fill the sky ; \nThey hail their great, victorious King, \nAnd welcome him on high. \n\n3 We\'ll catch the note of lofty praise ; \n\nTheir joys, O, may we feel ; \nOur thankful song with them we\'ll raise, \nAnd emulate their zeal. \n\n4 Come, then, ye saints, and grateful sing \n\nOf Christ, our risen Lord ; \nOf Christ, the everlasting King ; \nOf Christ, th\' incarnate Word. \n\n5 Hail, mighty Saviour ! thee we hail, \n\nHigh on thy throne above ; \nTill heart and flesh together fail, \nWe\'ll sing thy matchless love. \n\n37. 10s. W. Mason. \nThe Sabbath a Day of holy Rest. \n\n1 AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, \n\nWhich, when he made the world, Jehovah blest *, \nWhen, like his own, he bade our labors cease, \nAnd all be piety, and all be peace. \n\n2 Let us devote this consecrated day \n\nTo learn his will, and all we learn obey ; \nSo shall he hear, when fervently we raise \nOur supplications and our songs of praise. \n\n9 Father of heaven, in whom our hopes confide, \nWhose power defends us, and whose precepts guide, \nIn life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, \nGlory supreme be thine, till time shall end. \n\n38. H. M. Cotterill. \nHie Resurrection celebrated, \n\n1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake, \nAnd hail the sacred day ; \nIn loftiest songs of praise \nYour joyful homage pay ; \nCome, bless the day I The type of heaven\'s \nThat God hath blest, | Eternal rest. \n21 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n2 On this auspicious morn \n\nThe Lord of life arose, \nAnd burst the bars of death, \n\nAnd vanquished all our foes ; \nAnd now he pleads I And reaps the fruit \nOur cause above, | Of all his love. \n\n3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! \n\nHeaven with hosannas rings ; \nAnd earth, in humbler strains, \n\nThy praise responsive sings : \nWorthy the Lamb, I Through endless years \nThat once was slain, | To live and reign. \n\n39. C. M. De Courcy\'s Col. \nThe Sabbath a Type of Heaven. \n\n1 COME , let us join , with sweet accord, \n\nIn hymns around the throne ; \nThis is the day our rising Lord \nHath made and called his own. \n\n2 This is the day which God hath blest, \n\nThe brightest of the seven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA type of that eternal rest \nWhich saints enjoy in heaven. \n\n40. S. M. Watts. \n\nThe Sabbath welcomed. \n\n1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, \n\nThat saw the Lord arise ; \nWelcome to this reviving breast \nAnd these rejoicing eyes. \n\n2 The King himself comes near, \n\nAnd feasts his saints to-day ; \nHere we may sit, and see him here, \nAnd love, and praise, and pray. \n\n3 One day, amid the place \n\nWhere Christ, my Lord, has been, \nIs sweeter than ten thousand days \nOf pleasure and of sin. \n\n4 My willing soul would stay \n\nIn such a frame as this, \nTill called to rise and soar away \nTo everlasting bliss. \n22 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n41. L. M. Epis. Col. \nRejoicing in the Sabbath. \n\n1 MY opening eyes with rapture see \n\nThe dawn of thy returning day ; \n\nMy thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, \n\nWhile thus my early vows I pay. \n\n2 1 yield my heart to thee alone, \n\nNor would receive another guest : \nEternal King, erect thy throne, \n\nAnd reign sole monarch in my breast. \n\n3 O, bid this trifling world retire, \n\nAnd drive each carnal thought away ; \nNor let me feel one vain desire, \n\nOne sinful thought, through all the day. \n\n4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, \n\nMy soul shall rise on joyful wing, \nThe wonders of thy love declare, \n\nAnd join the strains which angels sing. \n\n42. 10s. Browne. \nSpiritual Longings. \n\n1 HAIL, happy day ! thou day of holy rest ! \nWhat heavenly peace and transport fill my breast \nWhen Christ, the God of grace, in love descends, \nAnd kindly holds communion with his friends ! \n\n2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, \n\nMove from my sight, and leave my soul alone ; \nIts flattering, fading glories I despise, \nAnd to immortal beauties turn my eyes. \n\n3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, \nAnd on my Saviour\'s glories fix my eyes : \nO, meet my rising soul, thou God of love, \nAnd waft it to the blissful realms above. \n\n43* C M. Spirit of the Psalms. \n\nJoy of Worship. \n1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day \nWhich God has called his own ; \nWith joy the summons we obey, \nTo worship at his throne. \n23 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! \n\nWhere willing votaries throng \nTo breathe the humble, fervent prayer, \nAnd pom* the choral song. \n\n3 Spirit of grace, O, deign to dwell \n\nWithin thy church below ; \nMake her in holiness excel, \nWith pure devotion glow. \n\n4 Let peace within her walls be found ; \n\nLet all her sons unite \nTo spread, with grateful zeal, around, \nHer clear and shining light \n\n5 Great God, we hail the sacred day \n\nWhich thou hast called thine own ; \nWith joy the summons we obey, \nTo worship at thy throne. \n\n\n\n44. H. M. Haywarb, \n\nSabbath Morning. \n\n1 WELCOME, delightful morn; \n\nSweet day of sacred rest, \nI hail thy kind return ; \n\nLord, make these moments blest : \nFrom low desires I I soar to reach \nAnd fleeting toys, | Immortal joys. \n\n2 Now may the King descend, \n\nAnd fill his throne of grace ; \nThy sceptre, Lord, extend, \n\nWhile saints address thy face : \nLet sinners feel I And learn to know \n\nThy quickening word, | And fear the Lord. \n\n3 Descend, celestial Dove, \n\nWith all thy quickening powers ; \nDisclose a Saviour\'s love, \nAnd bless the sacred hours : \nThen shall my soul I Nor Sabbaths be \nNew life obtain, | Enjoyed in vain. \n\n24 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATn. \n\n4L5\xc2\xbb S. M. Spir. of the Psalms. \n\nEnjoyment in Worship. \n\n1 SWEET is the work, O Lord, \n\nThy glorious name to sing, \nTo praise and pray, to hear thy word, \nAnd grateful offerings bring ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Sweet, at the dawning light, \n\nThy boundless love to tell, \nAnd, when approach the shades of night, \nStill on the theme to dwell ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Sweet, on this day of rest, \n\nTo join, hi heart and voice, \nWith those who love and serve thee best, \nAnd hi thy name rejoice. \n\n4 To songs of praise and joy \n\nBe every Sabbath given, \nThat such may be our blest employ \nEternally in heaven. \n\n40. C. M. Mrs. Follen. \n\nLove of Sabbath Service. \n\n1 HOW sweet, upon this sacred day, \n\nThe best of all the seven, \nTo cast our earthly thoughts away, \nAnd think of God and heaven ! \n\n2 How sweet to be allowed to pray \n\nOur sins may be forgiven ! \nWith filial confidence to say, \n" Father, who ait hi heaven *\' ! \n\n3 How sweet the words of peace to hear \n\nFrom Him to whom \'tis given \nTo wake the penitential tear, \nAnd lead the way to heaven ! \n\n4 And if, to make our sins depart, \n\nIn vain the will has striven, \nHe who regards the inmost heart \nWill send his grace from heaven. \n\n5 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, \n\nThe best of all the seven, \nWhen hearts unite their vows to pay \nOf gratitude to Heaven ! \n2 25 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH \n\n4# \xe2\x80\xa2 7s, 6 L. Newton. \n\nThe Sabbath in the Sanctuary. \n\n1 SAFELY through another week \n\nGod has brought us on our way ; \nLet us now a blessing seek, \n\nWaiting in his courts to-day, \xe2\x80\x94 \nDay of all the week the best, \nEmblem of eternal rest. \n\n2 While we seek supplies of grace, \n\nTlirough the dear Redeemer\'s name, \nShow thy reconciling face, \n\nTake away our sin and shame ; \nFrom our worldly cares set free, \nMay we rest, this day, in thee. \n\n3 Here we come thy name to praise ; \n\nLet us feel thy presence near; \nMay thy glory meet our eyes, \n\nWhile we in thy house appear; \nHere afford us, Lord, a taste \nOf our everlasting feast. \n\n4 May the gospel\'s joyful sound \n\nConquer sinners, comfort saints, \nMake the fruits of grace abound, \n\nBring relief from all complaints : \nThus let all our Sabbaths prove, \nTill we join the church above, \n\n48. S. M. EULFItfCH. \n\nSabbath Worship. \n\n1 HAIL to the Sabbath day! \n\nThe day divinely given, \nWhen men to God their homage pay, \nAnd earth draws near to heaven. \n\n2 Lord, in this sacred hour, \n\nWithin thy courts we bend, \nAnd bless thy love, and own thy power, \nOur Father and our Friend. \n\n3 But thou art not alone \n\nIn courts by mortals trod ; \nNor only is the day thine own \nWhen man draws near to God. \n86 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n4 Thy temple is the arch \n\nOf yon unmeasured sky ; \nThy Sabbath, the stupendous march \nOf grand eternity. \n\n5 Lord, may that holier day \n\nDawn on thy servants\' sight ; \n\nAnd purer worship may we pay \n\nIn heaven\'s unclouded light. \n\n49. L. M. Barbauld. \n\nThe Sacrifice of the Heart. \n\n1 WHEM, as returns this solemn day, \n\nMan comes to meet his Maker, God, \nWhat rites, what honors shall he pay ? \nHow spread his sovereign name abroad ? \n\n2 From marble domes and gilded spires \n\nShall curling clouds of incense rise, \nAnd gems, and gold, and garlands, deck \nThe costly pomp of sacrifice ? \n\n3 Vain, sinful man ! creation\'s Lord \n\nThy golden offerings well may spare ; \nBut give thy heart, and thou shalt find \nHere dwells a God who heareth prayer, \n\n4 O, grant us, in this solemn hour, \n\nFrom earth and sin\'s allurements free, \nTo feel thy love, to own thy power \n\nAnd raise each raptured thought to thee ! \n\n50. L. M. Watts. \nDelight in the Sabbath. \n\n1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, \nTo praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; \nTo show thy love by morning light, \n\nAnd talk of all thy truth at night \n\n2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; \nNo mortal care shall fill my breast; \nO, may my heart in tune be found, \nLike David\'s harp, of solemn soimd. \n\n27 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n\'3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, \nAnd bless his works, and bless his word: \nHis works of grace, how bright they shine ! \nHow deep his counsels, how divine ! \n\n4 And I shall share a glorious part, \nWhen grace hath well refined my heart, \nAnd fresh supplies of joy are shed, \nLike holy oil, to cheer my head. \n\n5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, \nAll 1 desired or wished below, \n\nx\\nd every power find sweet employ \nIn that eternal world of joy. \n\n51. C. M. Barbauld. \n\nThe World banished. \n\n1 O FATHER, though the anxious fear \n\nMay cloud to-morrow\'s way, \nNor fear nor doubt shall enter here ; \nAll shall be thine to-day. \n\n2 We will not bring divided hearts \n\nTo worship at thy shrine ; \nBut each unholy thought departs, \nAnd leaves the temple thine. \n\n3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, \n\nOf earth and folly born ; \nYe shall not dim the light that streams \nFrom this celestial morn. \n\n4 To-morrow will be time enough \n\nTo feel your harsh control ; \nYe shall not desecrate, this day, \nThe Sabbath of the sold. \n\n52* L. M. Bathurst. \n\nImprovement of the Sabbath. \n\n1 THIS day the Lord hath called his own; \n\nO, let us, then, his praise declare, \nFix cur desires on him alone, \n\nAnd seek his face with fervent prayer. \n\n2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, \n\nWhich bids the burdened soul be free, \nAnd, with imited heart and voice, \nDevote these sacred hours to thee. \n\n28 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n3 Now let the world\'s delusive things \n\nNo more our grovelling thoughts employ, \nBut Faith be taught to stretch her wings, \nIn search of heaven\'s unfailing joy. \n\n4 O, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, \n\nBe to our lasting welfare blest ; \nThe purest comfort here afford, \nAnd fit us for eternal rest. \n\n53. H. M. Breviary. \nA Blessing sought on Worship. \n\n1 HERE, gracious God, do thou \n\nIn mercy now draw nigh ; \nAccept each faithful prayer, \n\nAnd mark each suppliant sigh ; \nIn copious shower, I This holy day, \nOn all who pray, | Thy blessings pour. \n\n2 Here may we find from heaven \n\nThe grace which we implore ; \nAnd may that grace, once given, \nBe with us evermore, \xe2\x80\x94 \nUntil that day I To endless rest \n\nWhen all the blest | Are called away. \n\n54. L. M. Raffles. \nThe Hour of Prayer. \n\n1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires \n\nTo hold communion with his God, \nTo send to heaven his warm desires, \nAnd listen to the sacred word. \n\n2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign \n\nTheir empire o\'er his anxious breast, \nWhile, all around, the calm divine \nProclaims the holy day of rest. \n\n3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, \n\nWell pleased his people\'s voice to hear, \nTo hush the penitential sigh, \n\nAnd wipe away the mourner\'s tear \n\n4 Blest hour ! for, where the Lord resorts, \n\nForetastes of future bliss are given, \nAnd mortals find his earthly courts \nThe house of God, the gate of heaven. \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n55e L. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe earthly and heavenly Sabbath. \n\n1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love : \nBut there\'s a nobler rest above ; \n\nTo that our longing souls aspire, \nWith cheerful hope and strong desire. \n\n2 No more fatigue, no more distress, \n\nNor sin, nor death, shall reach the place ; \nNo groans shall mingle with the songs \nWhich dwell upon immortal tongues ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 No rude alarms of angry foes ; \n\nNo cares, to break the long repose ; \nNo midnight shade, no clouded sun, \nBut sacred, high, eternal noon. \n\n4 O long-expected day, begin ; \n\nDawn on these realms of pain and sin ; \nWith joy we\'ll tread th\' appointed road, \nAnd sleep in death, to rest with God, \n\n56. 7s. S. F. Smith. \n\nSabbath Evening. \n\n1 SOFTLY fades the twilight ray \nOf the holy Sabbath day ; \nGently as life\'s setting sun, \nWhen the Christian\'s course is run. \n\n2 Night her solemn mantle spreads \nO\'er the earth, as daylight fades ; \nAll things tell of calm repose, \nAt the holy Sabbath\'s close. \n\ny Peace is on the world abroad ; \n\'Tis the holy peace of God, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSymbol of the peace within, \nWhen the spirit rests from sin. \n\n4 Still the Spirit lingers near, \nWhere the evening worshipper \nSeeks communion with the skies, \nPressing onward to the prize. \n\n5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be \nDays of peace and joy in thee, \nTill in heaven our souls repose, \nWhere the Sabbath ne\'er shall close. \n\n30 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\n57. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nThe Light of God\'s Countenance. \n\n1 ETERNAL Sun of Righteousness, \n\nDisplay thy beams divine, \n\nAnd cause the glory of thy face \n\nOn all our hearts to shine. \n\n2 Light hi thy light, O, may we see \n\nThy grace and mercy prove, \nRevived, and cheered, and blessed by thee, \nThe God of pardoning love. \n\n58. C. M. Wesley\'s Col. \nPrayer for a Blessing on the Word. \n\n1 FATHER of all, in whom, alone, \n\nWe live, and move, and breathe, \nOne bright, celestial ray send down, \nAnd cheer thy sons beneath. \n\n2 While in thy word we search for thee, \n\nO, fill our souls with awe ; \nThy light impart, that we may see \nThe wonders of thy law. \n\n3 Now let our darkness comprehend \n\nThe light that shines so clear ; \nNow thy revealing Spirit send, \nAnd give us ears to hear. \n\n4 Before us make thy goodness pass, \n\nWhich here, by faith, we know ; \nLet us hi Jesus see thy face, \nAnd die to all below. \n\n59. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nSeeking a Blessing. \n\n1 ALMIGHTY God, eternal Lord, \n\nThy gracious power make known ; \nApply the virtue of thy word, \nAnd melt the heart of stone. \n\n2 Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead. \n\nAnd bid the sleeper rise ; \nO, let his guilty conscience dread \nThe death that never dies. \n\n31 \n\n\n\nTHE SABEATH. \n\n3 Let us receive the word we hear, \nEach in an honest heart ; \nLay up the precious treasure there, \nAnd never with it part \n\n60- 7s. Kelly. \n\nA Blessing desired. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, bless thy word to all ; \n\nQuick and powerful let it prove : \nO, may sinners hear thy call ; \nLet thy people grow in love. \n\n2 Thine own gracious message bless ; \n\nFollow it with power divine ; \nGive the gospel great success ; \nThine the work, the glory thine. \n\n3 Saviour, bid the world rejoice ; \n\nSend, O, send thy truth abroad ; \nLet the nations hear thy voice, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHear it, and return to God. \n\n61 \xe2\x80\xa2 7s. Salisbury Col. \n\nPrayer for a Blessing. \n\n1 GLORIOUS in thy saints appear ; \nPlant thy heavenly kingdom here ; \nLight and life to all impart ; \nShine on each believing heart ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 And, in every grace complete, \nMake us, Lord, for glory meet ; \nTill we stand before thy sight, \nPartners with the saints in light \n\n\xc2\xa9J2\xc2\xab 8s & 7s. Newton. \n\nPrayer for a Blessing. \n1 MAY the grace of Christ, our Saviour, \nAnd the Father\'s boundless love, \nWith the Holy Spirit\'s favor, \nRest upon us from above. \n\\l Thus may we abide in union \n\nWith each other and the Lord, \n\nAnd possess, in sweet communion, \n\nJoys which earth cannot afford. \n\n32 \n\n\n\nTHE SABBATH. \n\nS3. 8s, 7s & 4. Jay. \n\nPrayer for a Blessing. \n\n1 COME, thou soul-transforming Spirit, \n\nBless the sower and the seed ; \nLet each heart thy grace inherit ; \nRaise the weak, the hungry feed ; \n\nFrom the gospel \nNow supply thy people\'s need. \n\n2 O, may all enjoy the blessing \n\nWhich thy word \'s designed to giye ; \nLet us all, thy love possessing, \nJoyfully the truth receive, \n\nAnd forever \nTo thy praise and glory live. \n\n64. L. M. Hart, \n\nDismission. \n\n1 DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord ; \nHelp us to feed upon thy word ; \n\nAll that has been amiss, forgive, \nAnd let thy truth within us live. \n\n2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; \nWash all our works in Jesus\' blood ; \nGive every burdened soul release, \nAnd bid us all depart in peace. \n\n\xc2\xa9H. 8s, 7s & 4. Burder. \n\nDismission. \n\n1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing ; \n\nFill our hearts with joy and peace ; \nLet us each, thy love possessing, \nTriumph in redeeming grace : \n\nO, refresh us, \nTravelling through this wilderness* \n\n2 Thanks we give, and adoration, \n\nFor thy gospel\'s joyful sound ; \nMay the fruits of thy salvation \nIn our hearts and lives abound ; \n\nMay thy presence \nWith us evermore be found. \n33 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n3 Then, whene\'er the signal : s given \nUs from earth to call away, \nBorne, on angels\' wings, to heaven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nGlad the summons to obey, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nMay we ever \nReign with Christ in endless day. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n6\xc2\xa9. C. M. Hemans. \n\nInvitation to offer Praise. \n\n1 PRAISE ye the Lord ; on every height \n\nSongs to his glory raise ; \nYe angel hosts, ye stars of night, \nJoin in immortal praise. \n\n2 O fire and vapor, hail and snow, \n\nYe servants of his will ; \nO stormy winds, that only blow \nHis mandates to fulfil ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise ; \n\nFair cedars of the wood ; \nCreatures of life that wing the skies, \nOr track the plains for food ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Judges of nations ; kings, whose hand \n\nWaves the proud sceptre high ; \nO youths and virgins of the land ; \nO age and infancy ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 Praise ye his name, to whom alone \n\nAll homage should be given, \nWhose glory, from th\' eternal throne, \nSpreads wide o\'er earth and heaven. \n\n\xc2\xa97. H. M. Watts. \n\nExhortation to Praise. \n1 YE tribes of Adam, join \n\nWith heaven, and earth, and seas, \nAnd offer notes divine \nTo your Creator\'s praise : \nYe holy throng I In worlds of light \nOf angels bright, J Begin the song. \n34 \n\n\n\nFRAISE TO GOD. \n\n2 The shining worlds above \n\nIn glorious order stand, \nOr in swift courses move, \n\nBy his supreme command: \nHe spake the word, I From nothing came \nAnd all then* frame | To praise the Lord. \n\n3 Let all the nations fear \n\nThe God that rules above ; \nHe brings his people near, \nAnd makes them taste his love ; \nWhile earth and sky I His saints shall raise \nAttempt his praise, | His honors high. \n\n68. H. M. D WIGHT. \n\nGod\'s Goodness and Truth. \n\n1 SING to the Lord most high ; \n\nLet every land adore ; \nWith grateful voice make known \n\nHis goodness and his power ; \nWith cheerful songs I And let his praise \nDeclare his ways, | Inspire your tongues. \n\n2 Enter his courts with joy ; \n\nWith fear address the Lord ; \nHe formed us with his hand, } \n\nAnd quickened by his word ; \nWith wide command, I O\'er every sea \nHe spreads his sway | And every land. \n\n3 His hands provide our food, \n\nAnd every blessing give ; \nWe feed upon his care, \n\nAnd in his pastures live : \nWith cheerful songs I And let his praise \nDeclare his ways, | Inspire your tongues. \n\n0\xc2\xabf\xc2\xbb 7s. Montgomery. \n\nPraise from all Lands. \n\n1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord ; \n\nAll ye lands, your voices raise ; \n\nHeaven and earth, with loud accord, \n\nPraise the Lord, forever praise. \n\n35 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD \n\n2 For his truth and mercy stand, \n\nPast, and present, and to be, \nLike the years of his right hand, \nLike Ins own eternity. \n\n3 Praise him, ye who know his love ; \n\nPraise him from the depths beneath ; \nPraise him in the heights above ; \nPraise your Maker, all that breathe. \n\n70. L M. Tate & Brady. \n\nPraise to the great Jehovah. \n\n1 BE thou, O God, exalted high ; \nAnd as thy glory fills the sky, \nSo let it be on earth displayed, \nTill thou ait here, as there, obeyed. \n\n2 O God, my heart is fixed ; \'tis bent \nIts thankful tribute to present ; \n\nAnd, with my heart, my voice I\'ll raise \nTo thee, my God, in songs of praise. \n\n3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound \nTo all the listening nations round ; \nThy mercy highest heaven transcends ; \nThy truth beyond the clouds extends. \n\n4 Be thou, O God, exalted high : \nAnd as thy glory fills the sky, \nSo let it be on earth displayed, \nTill thou art here, as there, obeyed. \n\n71. lis & 8s. Ch. Psalmody. \n\'Hie Lord is great \n\n1 TTIE Lord is great ; ye hosts of heaven, adore him, \n\nAnd ye who tread this earthly ball ; \nIn holy songs rejoice aloud before him, \nAnd shout his praise who made you all. \n\n2 The Lord is great; his majesty how glorious. \n\nResound his praise from shore to shore ; \nO\'er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious, \nHe rules and reigns forevermore. \n\n3 The Lord is great; his mercy how abounding! \n\nYe angels, strike your golden chords ; \nO, praise our God, with voice and harp resounding, \nThe King of kings and Lord of lords. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n73. 10s & lis. Grant. \n\nGod glorious. \n\n1 O, WORSHIP the King, all glorious above, \nAnd gratefully sing his wonderful love, \n\nOur Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, \nPavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. \n\n2 O, tell of his might, and sing of his grace, \nWhose robe is the light, whose canopy, space ; \n\nHis chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, \nAnd dark is his path on the wings of the storm. \n\n3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? \nIt breathes in the air, it shines in the light, \n\nIt streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, \nAnd sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. \n\n4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, \nIn thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; \n\nThy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end ! \nOur Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. \n\n5 Father Almighty, how faithful thy love ! \nWhile angels delight to hymn thee above, \nThe humbler creation, though feeble their lays, \nWith true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 \xc2\xab\xc2\xa3\xe2\x80\xa2 7s. Wrangham. \n\nExhortation to Praise. \n\n1 PRAISE the Lord ; his glory bless ; \nPraise him in his holiness ; \n\nPraise him as the theme inspires ; \nPraise him as his fame requires. \n\n2 Let the trumpet\'s lofty sound \nSpread its loudest notes around ; \nLet the harp unite, in praise, \nWith the sacred minstrel\'s lays. \n\n3 Let the organ join to bless \n\nGod, the Lord our Righteousness ; \nTune your voice to spread the fame \nOf the great Jehovah\'s name. \n\n4 All who dwell beneath his light, \nIn his praise your hearts unite ; \nWhile the stream of song is poured. \nPraise and magnify the Lord. \n\n37 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n74. 6s & 4s. W. Goode \nPraise in the Courts of the Lord. \n\n1 PRAISE ye Jehovah\'s name ; \nPraise through his courts proclaim ; \n\nRise and adore ; \nHigh o\'er the heavens above, \nSound his great acts of love, \nWhile his rich grace we prove, \n\nVast as his power. \n\n2 Now let the trumpet raise \nTriumphant sounds of praise, \n\nWide as his fame ; \nThere let the harp be found ; \nOrgans, with solemn sound, \nRoll your deep notes around, \n\nFilled with his name. \n\n3 While his high praise ye sing, \nShake every sounding string: \n\nSweet the accord ! \nHe vital breath bestows : \nLet every breath that flows \nHis noblest fame disclose : \n\nPraise ye the Lord. \n\n75. L. M. Mrs. Opie. \nThe Voice of Creation. \n\n1 THERE seems a voice in every gale, \n\nA tongue in every opening flower, \nWhich tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale \n\nOf thy indulgence, love, and power ; \nThe birds, that rise on quivering wing, \n\nAppear to hymn then Maker\'s praise, \nAnd all the mingling sounds of spring \n\nTo thee a general anthem raise. \n\n2 And shall my voice, great God, alone \n\nBe mute \'midst Nature\'s loud acclaim, \nNor let my heart, with answering tone, \n\nBreathe forth in praise thy holy name ? \nAll Nature\'s debt is small to mine, \n\nFor Nature soon shall cease to be ; \nBut \xe2\x80\x94 matchless proof of love divine \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThou gav\'st immortal life to me. \n38 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n76. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Glory of God in his Works mid in his Word. \n\n1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; \n\nIn every star thy wisdom shines ; \n\nBut when our eyes behold thy word, \n\nWe read thy name in fairer lines. \n\n2 The rolling sun, the changing light, \n\nAnd nights, and days, thy power confess; \nBut that blest volume thou hast writ \nReveals thy justice and thy grace. \n\n3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise \n\nAround the earth, and never stand ; \nSo, when thy truth began its race, \nIt touched and glanced on every land. \n\n4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest \n\nTill through the world thy truth has run, \nTill Christ has ail the nations blest \nThat see the light or feel the sun. \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\n5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ; \n\nO, bless the world with heavenly light ; \nThy gospel makes the simple wise ; \n\nThy laws are pure, thy judgments right \n\n6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, \n\nLi souls renewed and sins forgiven ; \nLord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, \nAnd make thy word my guide to heaven. \n\n77. 8s & 7s. Dublin Col. \nPraise the Lord. \n\n1 PRAISE the Lord ; ye heavens, adore him ; \n\nPraise him, angels, in the height ; \nSun and moon, rejoice before him ; \nPraise him, all ye stars of light. \n\n2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; \n\nWorlds his mighty voice obeyed; \nLaws, which never can be broken, \nFor their guidance he hath made. \n\n3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; \n\nNever shall his promise fail ; \nGod hath made his saints victorious ; \nSin and death shall not prevail. \n39 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n4 Praise the God of our salvation ; \n\nHosts on high, his power proclaim ; \nHeaven and earth, and all creation, \nPraise and magnify his name. \n\n78. C. M. Barlow. \nA Morning Offering. \n\n1 AWAKE, my soul, to sound his praise ; \n\nAwake, my harp, to sing ; \nJoin, all my powers, the song to raise, \nAnd morning incense bring. \n\n2 Among the people of his care, \n\nAnd through the nations round, \nGlad songs of praise will I prepare, \nAnd there his name resound. \n\n3 Be thou exalted, O my God, \n\xe2\x80\xa2 Above the starry frame ; \n\nDiffuse thy heavenly grace abroad, \nAnd teach the world thy name. \n\n4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice, \n\nAnd throng thy courts above, \nWhile sinners hear thy pardoning voice. \nAnd taste redeeming love. \n\n79. S. M. Watts. \nExhortation to Praise. \n\n1 COME, sound his praise abroad, \n\nAnd hymns of glory sing: \nJehovah is the sovereign God, \nThe universal King. \n\n2 Come, worship at his throne ; \n\nCome, bow before the Lord ; \nWe are his work, and not our own ; \nHe formed us by his word. \n\n3 To-day attend his voice, \n\nNor dare provoke his rod ; \nCome, like the people of his choice, \nAnd own your gracious God. \n\n40 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n80. L. M. Watts. \nPraise and holy Fear. \n\n1 COME, let our voices join to raise \nA sacred song of solemn praise : \nGod is a sovereign King: rehearse \nHis honor in exalted verse. \n\n2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, \nWho framed our natures by his word: \nHe is our Shepherd : we, the sheep \nHis mercy chose, his pastures keep. \n\n3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, \nThe counsels of his love obey ; \nNor let our hardened hearts renew \nThe sins and plagues that Israel knew. \n\n4 Come, let us turn, with holy fear, \nTo him who now invites us near ; \nAccept the offered grace to-day, \nNor lose the blessing by delay. \n\n5 Come, seize the promise while it waits, \nAnd march to Zion\'s heavenly gates ; \nBelieve, and take the promised rest; \nObey, and be forever blest \n\n81. CM. Watts. \n\nPraise and holy Fear. \n\n1 SING to the Lord Jehovah\'s name, \n\nAnd in his strength rejoice ; \nWhen his salvation is our theme, \nExalted be our voice. \n\n2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, \n\nAnd psalms of honor sing ; \nThe Lord \'s a God of boundless might, \nThe whole creation\'s King. \n\n3 Come, and with humble souls adore ; \n\nCome, kneel before his face : \nO, may the creatures of his power \nBe children of his grace. \n\n4 Now is the time \xe2\x80\x94 he bends his ear, \n\nAnd waits for your request ; \nCome, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, \n" Ye shall not see my rest." \n\n41 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n82. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nUniversal Praise. \n\n1 SING to tlie Lord in joyful strains; \n\nLet earth his praise resound ; \nLet all the cheerful nations join \nTo spread his glory round. \n\n2 Thou city of the Lord, begin \n\nThe universal song ; \nAnd let the scattered villages \nThe cheerful notes prolong ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Till, \'midst the strains of distant lands, \n\nThe islands sound his praise ; \nAnd all, combined, with one accord, \nJehovah\'s glories raise. \n\n83. C. M. Watts. \nPraise from Jews and Gentiles. \n\n1 ALL ye who love the Lord, rejoice, \n\nAnd let your songs be new ; \nAmid the church, with cheerful voice, \nHis later wonders show. \n\n2 The Jews, the people of his grace, \n\nShall then- Redeemer sing; \nAnd Gentile nations join the praise, \nWhile Zion owns her King. \n\n3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, \n\nWhom sinners treat with scorn ; \nThe meek, who lie despised in dust, \nSalvation shall adorn. \n\n84. C. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to God from all Nations. \n\n1 O, ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, \n\nEach with a different tongue ; \nIn every language learn his word, \nAnd let his name be sung. \n\n2 His mercy reigns through every land; \n\nProclaim his grace abroad; \nForever firm his truth shall stand ; \nPraise ye the faithful God. \n\n42 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n85 \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Wrangham. \n\nPraise to God from all Nations. \n\n1 O, ALL ye nations, praise the Lord ; \n\nHis glorious acts proclaim ; \nThe fulness of his grace record, \nAnd magnify his name. \n\n2 His love is great, his mercy sure, \n\nAnd faithful is his word ; \n\nHis truth forever shall endure ; \n\nForever praise the Lord. \n\n8\xc2\xa9. L. M. Tate & Bradt. \n\nPraise and Gratitude. \n\n1 O, PRAISE the Lord in that blest place \n\nFrom whence his goodness largely flows ; \nPraise him in heaven, where he his face \nUnveiled in perfect glory shows. \n3 Praise him for all the mighty acts \n\nWhich he in our behalf hath done ; \nHis kindness this return exacts, \n\nWith which our praise should equal run. \n3 Let all, who vital breath enjoy, \n\nThe breath he doth to them afford \nIn just returns of praise employ ; \nLet every creature praise the Lord. \n\n87. S. M. Montgomery. \n\nExhortation to Praise. \n\n1 ARISE, and bless the Lord, \n\nYe people of his choice ; \nArise, and bless the Lord your God, \nWith heart, and soul, and voice. \n\n2 Though high above all praise, \n\nAbove all blessing high, \nWho would not fear his holy name, \nAnd laud, and magnify? \n\n3 O for the living flame \n\nFrom his own altar brought, \nTo touch our lips, our souls inspire, \nAnd wing to heaven our thought ! \n\n43 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n4 God is our strength and song, \n\nAnd his salvation ours ; \nThen be his love in Christ proclaimed \nWith all our ransomed powers. \n\n5 Arise, and bless the Lord ; \n\nThe Lord your God adore ; \nArise, and bless his glorious name, \nHenceforth, forevermore. \n\n88. C. M. Wardlaw. \nPraise to God. \n\n1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise, \n\nWliose breath our souls inspired ; \nLoud, and more loud, the anthems raise, \nWith grateful ardor fired. \n\n2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, \n\nWhose goodness, passing thought, \nLoads every moment, as it flies, \nWith benefits unsought. \n\n3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, \n\nFrom whom salvation flows, \nWho sent his Son our souls to save \nFrom everlasting woes. \n\n4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, \n\nFor hope\'s transporting ray, \nWhich lights, through darkest shades of deatli \nTo realms of endless day. \n\n89. S. M. Watts. \nA holy God worshipped with Reverence. \n\n1 EXALT the Lord our God, \n\nAnd worship at his feet ; \nHis nature is all holiness, \nAnd mercy is his seat. \n\n2 When Israel was his church, \n\nWhen Aaron was his priest, \nWhen Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, \nHe gave his people rest. \n\n3 Oft he forgave their sins, \n\nNor would destroy their race ; \nAnd oft he made his vengeance known, \nWhen they abused his grace. \n\n44 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n4 Exalt the Lord our God, \n\nWhose grace is still the same : \nStill he\'s a God of holiness, \nAnd jealous for his name. \n\n9\xc2\xae. H. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nPraise from Heaven and Earth. \n\n1 YE boundless realms of joy, \n\nExalt your Maker\'s name ; \nHis praise your songs employ \n\nAbove the starry frame : \nYour voices raise, j And seraphim, \nYe cherubim | To sing his praise. \n\n2 Let all adore the Lord, \n\nAnd praise his holy name, \nBy whose almighty word \n\nThey all from nothing came ; \nAnd all shall last, I His firm decree \nFrom changes free ; | Stands ever fast. \n\n91. L. P. M. Watts. \n\nPraise at all Times. \n\n1 I\'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; \nAnd, when my voice is lost in death, \n\nPraise shall employ my nobler powers ; \nMy days of praise shall ne\'er be past, \nWhile life, and thought, and being, last, \n\nOr immortality endures. \n\n2 How blest the man whose hopes rely \nOn Israel\'s God ! He made the sky, \n\nAnd earth, and seas, with all their train ; \nHis truth forever stands secure ; \nHe saves th\' oppressed, he feeds the poor, \n\nAnd none shall find his promise vain. \n\n3 Fll praise him while he lends me breath ; \nAnd, when my voice is lost in death, \n\nPraise shall employ my nobler powers ; \nMy days of praise shall ne\'er be past, \nWhile life, and thought, and being, last, \n\nOr immortality endures. \n\n45 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n92. H. M. Steele. \nUniversal Praise. \n\n1 LET every creature join \n\nTo bless Jehovah\'s name, \nAnd every power unite \n\nTo swell th\' exalted theme ; \nLet nature raise, I A general song \nFrom every tongue, j Of grateful praise. \n\n2 But, O, from human tongues \n\nShould nobler praises flow, \nAnd every thankful heart \n\nWith warm devotion glow : \nYour voices raise, I Above the rest \nYe highly blest ; | Declare his praise. \n\n3 Assist me, gracious God ; \n\nMy heart, my voice inspire ; \nThen shall I humbly join \n\nThe universal choir ; \nThy grace can raise I And tune my song \nMy heart and tongue, | To lively praise. \n\n93. L. M. Steele. \nMercies acknowledged. \n\n1 AWAKE, my soul, awake, my tongue ; \nMy God demands the grateful song ; \nLet all my inmost powers record \n\nThe wondrous mercy of the Lord. \n\n2 Divinely free his mercy flows, \nForgives my sins, allays my woes, \nAnd bids approaching death remove, \nAnd crowns me with induigent love. \n\n3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, \nForever shines, while time decays ; \nAnd children\'s children shall record \nThe truth and goodness of the Lord. \n\n4 While all his works his praise proclaim, \nAnd men and angels bless his name, \n\nO, let my heart, my life, my tongue, \nAttend, and join the blissful song. \n46 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n94fl:\xc2\xbb L. M. BlACKLOCK. \n\nMajesty and Dominion of God. \n\n1 COME, O my soul, in sacred lays \nAttempt thy great Creator\'s praise : \nBut, O, what tongue can speak his fame ? \nWhat verse can reach the lofty theme ? \n\n2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, \nHe glory like a garment wears ; \n\nTo form a robe of light divine, \n\nTen thousand suns around him shine. \n\n3 In all our Maker\'s grand designs, \nAlmighty power, with wisdom, shines ; \n\nHis works, through all this wondrous frame, \nDeclare the glory of his name. \n\n4 Raised on devotion\'s lofty wing, \nDo thou, my soul, his glories sing ; \nAnd let his praise employ thy tongue \nTill listening worlds shall join the song. \n\n95. L. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to God for his Perfections and Providence. \n\n1 PRAISE ye the Lord : my heart shall join \nIn work so pleasant, so divine ; \n\nMy days of praise shall ne\'er be past, \nWhile life, and thought, and being, last \n\n2 Happy the man whose hopes rely \nOn Israel\'s God : he made the sky, \nAnd earth, and seas, with all their train ; \nAnd none shall find his promise vain. \n\n3 His truth forever stands secure ; \n\nHe saves th\' oppressed, he feeds the poor; \nHe helps the stranger in distress, \nThe widow and the fatherless. \n\n4 He loves the saints; he knows them well, \nBut turns the wicked down to hell : \n\nThy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; \nPraise him in everlasting strains. \n\n47 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n06. S. M. Montgomery. \n\nPraise for Mercies. \n\n1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul ; \n\nHis grace to thee proclaim ; \nAnd all that is within me, join \nTo bless his holy name. \n\n2 O, bless the Lord, my soul ; \n\nHis mercies bear in mind ; \nForget not all his benefits ; \nThe Lord to thee is kind. \n\n3 He will not always chide ; \n\nHe will with patience wait ; \nHis wrath is ever slow to rise, \nAnd ready to abate. \n\n4 The Lord forgives thy sins, \n\nProlongs thy feeble breath ; \nHe healeth thine infirmities, \nAnd ransoms thee from death. \n\n5 He clothes thee with his love, \n\nUpholds thee with his truth, \nAnd like the eagle he renews \nThe vigor of thy youth. \n\n6 Then bless his holy name \n\nWhose grace hath made thee whole, \nWhose loving-kindness crowns thy days ; \nO, bless the Lord, my soul. \n\n97. C. M. Rows. \n\nPraise from all Nature. \n\n1 BEGIN the high, celestial strain, \n\nMy raptured soul, and sing \n\nA sacred hymn of grateful praise \n\nTo heaven\'s almighty King. \n\n2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll \n\nYour silver waves along, \nRepeat to all your verdant shores \nThe subject of the song. \n\n3 Bear it, ye breezes, on your wings, \n\nTo distant climes away, \nAnd round the wide-extended world \nThe lofty theme convey. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n4 Take up the burden of his name, \n\nYe clouds, as ye arise, \nTo deck with gold the opening morn, \nOr shade the evening skies. \n\n5 Long let it warble round the spheres, \n\nAnd echo through the sky ; \nLet angels, with immortal skill, \nImprove the harmony ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n6 While we, with sacred rapture fired, \n\nThe blest Creator sing, \nAnd chant our consecrated lays \nTo heaven\'s eternal King. \n\n98. C. P. M. Ogilvie. \n\nPraise from all Creatures. \n\n1 BEGIN, my soul, th\' exalted lay; \nLet each enraptured thought obey, \n\nAnd praise th\' almighty name ; \nLo ! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, \nIn one melodious concert rise, \n\nTo swell th\' inspiring theme. \n\n2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode. \nYe clouds, proclaim your Maker, God ; \n\nYe thunders, speak his power ; \nLo ! on the lightning\'s fiery wing, \nIn triumph rides th\' eternal King ; \n\nTh\' astonished worlds adore. \n\n3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows, rise \nTo join the thunders of the skies ; \n\nPraise him who bids you roll ; \nHis praise in softer notes declare, \nEach whispering breeze of yielding air, \n\nAnd breathe it to the soul. \n\n4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing ; \nYe feathered warblers of the spring, \n\nHarmonious anthems raise \nTo Him who shaped your finer mould, \nWho decked your glittering wings with gold, \n\nAnd tuned your voice to praise. \n3 49 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n5 Let man \xe2\x80\x94 by nobler passions swayed \xe2\x80\x94 \nLet man \xe2\x80\x94 in God\'s own image made \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHis breath in praise employ, \nSpread wide his Maker\'s name around, \nTill heaven shall echo back the sound, \n\nIn songs of holy joy. \n\n99. C. P. M. H. Moore. \n\nThe Love of God. \n\n1 MY God, thy boundless love I praise ; \nHow bright, on high, its glories blaze ! \n\nHow sweetly bloom below ! \nIt streams from thine eternal throne : \nThrough heaven its joys forever run, \n\nAnd o\'er the earth they flow. \n\n2 \'Tis love that paints the purple morn, \nAnd bids the clouds, in air upborne, \n\nTheir genial drops distil : \nIn every vernal beam it glows, \nAnd breathes in every gale that blows, \n\nAnd glides in every rill. \n\n3 But in the gospel it appears \nIn sweeter, fairer characters, \n\nAnd charms the ravished breast ; \nThere, love immortal leaves the sky, \nTo wipe the drooping mourner\'s eye, \n\nAnd give the weary rest. \n\n4 Then let the love that makes me blest, \nWith cheerful praise inspire my breast, \n\nAnd ardent gratitude ; \nAnd all my thoughts and passions tend \nTo thee, my Father and my Friend, \n\nMy soul\'s eternal good. \n\n100. C. M. Watts. \n\nA faithful God. \n1 BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, \nAnd speak some boundless thing \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe mighty works, or mightier name, \nOf our eternal King. \n\n50 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD \n\n2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, \n\nAnd sound his power abroad ; \nSing of the glory and the grace \nOf our Redeemer, God. \n\n3 Proclaim " salvation from the Lord, \n\nFor wretched, dying men ; " \nHis hand inscribed the sacred word \nWith an immortal pen, \n\n4 Recorded by eternal love, \n\nEach promise clearly shines ; \nNor can the powers of hell remove \nThose everlasting lines. \n\n5 His word of grace is sure and strong \n\nAs that which built the skies ; \nThe voice that rolls the stars along \nSpeaks all the promises. \n\n6 O, might I hear his heavenly tongue \n\nBut whisper, " Thou art mine," \nThe gentle words should raise my song \nTo notes almost divine. \n\n101. L. M. Watts. \n\nPraise from all Creatures. \n\n1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing \nHer great Creator and her King ; \n\nNor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, \nDeny the tribute of their praise. \n\n2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, \nBegin to make his glories known ; \n\nTune high your harps, and spread the sound \nThroughout creation\'s utmost boimd. \n\n3 O, may our ardent zeal employ \n\nOur loftiest thoughts and loudest songs ; \nLet there be sung, with warmest joy, \nHosanna from ten thousand tongues. \n\n4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame \nAttempts in vain to reach thy name ; \nThe highest notes that angels raise \nFall far below thy glorious praise. \n\n51 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n102. C. M. Watts. \n\nAccess to God by a Mediator. \n\n1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes \n\nUp to the courts above, \nAnd smile to see our Father there. \nUpon a throne of love. \n\n2 Come, let us bow before his feet, \n\nAnd venture near the Lord ; \n\nNo fiery cherub guards his seat, \n\nNor double-flaming sword. \n\n3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss \n\nAre opened by the Son ; \nHigh let us raise our notes of praise, \nAnd reach th\' almighty throne. \n\n4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, \n\nGreat Advocate on high, \nAnd glory to th\' eternal King, \nWho lays his anger by. \n\n!\xc2\xa9\xc2\xab?\xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Doddridge. \n\nSong of Gratitude and Praise. \n\n1 GOD of my life, through ah my days \nI\'ll tune the grateful notes of praise ; \nThe song shall wake with opening light, \nAnd warble to the silent night. \n\n2 When anxious care would break my rest, \nAnd grief would tear my throbbing breast, \nThe notes of praise, ascending high, \nShall check the murmur and the sigh. \n\n3 When death o\'er nature shall prevail, \nAnd all the powers of language fail, \n\nJoy through my swimming eyes shall break, \nAnd mean the thanks I cannot speak. \n\n4 But, O, when that last conflict \'s o\'er, \nAnd I am chained to earth no more, \nWith what glad accents shall I rise, \nTo join the music of the skies ! \n\n5 Then shall I learn th\' exalted strains \nThat echo through the heavenly plains, \nAnd emulate, with joy unknown, \n\nThe glowing seraphs round thy tin-one. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n1\xc2\xa94 # L. M. Watts. \n\nUniversal Praise. \n\n1 LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord, \n\nFrom distant worlds, where creatures dwell ; \nLet heaven begin the solemn word, \nAnd sound it dreadful down to hell. \n\n2 Wide as his vast dominion lies, \n\nMake the Creator\'s name be known ; \nLoud as his thunder shout his praise, \nAnd sound it lofty as his throne. \n\n3 Jehovah ! \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis a glorious word ; \n\nO, may it dwell on every tongue ; \nBut saints, who best have known the Lord, \nAre bound to raise the noblest song. \n\n4 Speak of the wonders of that love \n\nWhich Gabriel plays on every chord \\ \nFrom all below, and all above, \nLoud hallelujahs to the Lord. \n\n105. C. M. Watts. \n\nWorship of God in his Temple. \n\n1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee ; \n\nThere shall our vows be paid ; \nThou hast an ear when sinners pray ; \nAll flesh shall seek thine aid. \n\n2 Lord, our guilt and fears prevail ; \n\nBut pardoning grace is thine, \nAnd thou wilt grant us power and skill \nTo conquer every sin. \n\n3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose \n\nTo bring them near thy face ; \nGive them a dwelling in thy house, \nTo feast upon thy grace. \n\n4 In answering what thy church requests, \n\nThy truth and terror shine ; \nAnd works of dreadful righteousness \nFulfil thy kind design. \n\n5 Thus shall the wondering nations see \n\nThe Lord is good and just ; \nAnd distant islands fly to thee, \nAnd make thy name their trust. \n53 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n106. L. M. Watts. \nPraise for diwne Protection. \n\n1 WITH all my powers of heart and tongue, \nFll praise my Maker in my song ; \nAngels shall hear the notes I raise, \nApprove the song, and join the praise. \n\n2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ; \nHe heard me, and subdued my foes ; \nHe did my rising fears control, \n\nAnd strength diffused through all my soul. \n\n3 Amid a thousand snares I stand, \nUpheld and guarded by his hand ; \nHis words my fainting soul revive, \nAnd keep my dying faith alive. \n\n4 Fll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ; \nFll sing the wonders of thy word ; \nNot all the works and names below, \nSo much thy power and glory show. \n\n107. C. M. Luth. Col. \nGoodness of God seen in his Works. \n\n1 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good ; \n\nTo thee our songs we raise ; \nNature, through all her various scenes, \nInvites us to thy praise. \n\n2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, \n\nFresh wonders strike our view ; \nAnd, while we gaze, our hearts exult, \nWith transports ever new. \n\n3 Thy glory beams in every star \n\nWhich gilds the gloom of night, \nAnd decks the smiling face of morn \nWith rays of cheerful light. \n\n4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn, \n\nWith countless beauties shine ; \nThe silent grove, the solemn shade, \nProclaim thy power divine. \n\n5 Great nature\'s God, still may these scenes \n\nOur serious hours engage ; \nStill may our grateful hearts consult \nThy works\' instructive page. \n\n54 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, \nThy varied love we see, \nO, may our hearts, great God, be led, \nThrough all thy works, to thee. \n\n108. L. M. Watts. \n\nAll Praise due to God, \n\n1 MY God, my King, thy various praise \nShall fill the remnant of my days ; \nThy grace employ my humble tongue, \nTill death and glory raise the song. \n\n2 The wings of every hour shall bear \nSome thankful tribute to thine ear ; \nAnd every setting sun shall see \nNew works of duty done for thee. \n\n3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, \nAnd speak thy majesty divine ; \n\nLet every realm with joy proclaim \nThe sound and honor of thy name. \n\n4 Let distant times and nations raise \nThe long succession of thy praise, \nAnd unborn ages make my song \nThe joy and triumph of their tongue. \n\n109. 8s & 7s. Fawcett. \n\nGod of our Salvation. \n\n1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator ; \n\nPraise be thine from every tongue \nJoin, my soul, with every creature, \nJoin the universal song. \n\n2 Father, source of all compassion, \n\nFree, unbounded grace is thine : \nHail the God of our salvation ; \nPraise him for his love divine. \n\n3 For ten thousand blessings given. \n\nFor the hope of future joy, \nSound his praise through earth and heaven, \nSound Jehovah\'s praise on high. \n55 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n4 Joyfully on earth adore him, \n\nTill in heaven our song we raise ; \nThere, enraptured, fall before him, \nLost in wonder, love, and praise. \n\nHOe Q* M. Heginbotham. \n\nPraise at all Times. \n\n1 MY soul shall praise thee, my God, \n\nThrough all my mortal days, \nAnd in eternity prolong \n\nThy vast, thy boundless praise. \n\n2 In every smiling, happy hour, \n\nBe this my sweet employ ; \nThy praise refines my earthly bliss, \nAnd heightens all my joy. \n\n3 When anxious grief and gloomy care \n\nAfflict my throbbing breast, \nMy tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, \nAnd lull each pain to rest. \n\n4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim \n\nThe honors of my God ; \nMy life, with all its active powers, \nShall spread thy praise abroad. \n\n5 And when these lips shall cease to move, \n\nWhen death shall close these eyes, \nMy soul shall then to nobler heights \nOf joy and transport rise. \n\n6 My powers shall then, in lofty strains, \n\nTheir grateful tribute pay ; \nThe theme demands an angel\'s tongue, \nAn everlasting day. \n\n111. CM. Watts. \n\nProtection from spiritual Enemies. \n\n1 ARISE, my soul, my joyful powers, \nAnd triumph in my God ; \nAwake, my voice, and loud proclaim \nHis glorious grace abroad. \n56 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD". \n\n2 The arms of everlasting love \n\nBeneath my soul he placed, \nAnd on the Rock of Ages set \nMy slippery footsteps fast \n\n3 The city of my blest abode \n\nIs wailed around with grace \nSalvation for a bulwark stands \nTo shield the sacred place. \n\n4 Arise, my soul ; awake, my voice, \n\nAnd tunes of pleasure sing ; \nLoud hallelujahs shall address \nMy Saviour and my King. \n\n112. C. M. Wrawgham. \n\nConstant Praise. \n\n1 TO thee, my righteous King and Lord, \n\nMy grateful soul FI1 raise ; \nFrom day to day thy works record, \nAnd ever sing thy praise. \n\n2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; \n\nThy glory knows no end ; \nThe lasting record of thy deeds \nThrough ages shall descend. \n\n3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, \n\nMy constant theme shall be ; \nThat song shall be my soul\'s delight. \nWhich breathes in praise to thee. \n\n4 The Lord is bountiful and kind, \n\nHis anger slow to move ; \nHis tender mercies all shall find, \nAnd all his goodness prove. \n\n5 From all thy works, O Lord, shall spring \n\nThe sound of joy and praise ; \n\nThy saints shall of thy glory sing, \n\nAnd show the world thy ways. \n\n6 Throughout all ages shall endure \n\nThine everlasting reign ; \nAnd thy dominion, firm and sure, \nForever shall remain. \n\n3* 57 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO GOD. \n\n113. L. M. Watts. \n\nGod worthy of all Praise. \n\n1 BE thou exalted, O my God, \n\nAbove the heavens, where angels dwell ; \nThy power on earth be known abroad, \nAnd land to land thy wonders tell. \n\n2 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise \n\nImmortal honors to his name ; \nAwake, my tongue, to sound his praise, \nHis wondrous goodness to proclaim. \n\n3 High o\'er the earth his mercy reigns, \n\nAnd reaches to the utmost sky ; \nHis truth to endless years remains, \nWhen lower worlds dissolve and die. \n\n4 Be thou exalted, O my God, \n\nAbove the heavens, where angels dwell ; \nThy power on earth be known abroad, \nAnd land to land thy wonders tell. \n\n114. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Hosanna of Children. \n\n1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, \n\nThrough all the earth thy name is spread, \nAnd thine eternal glories rise \nAbove the heavens thy hands have made. \n\n2 To thee the voices of the young \n\nTheir sounding notes of honor raise ; \nAnd babes, with uninstructed tongue, \n\nDeclare the wonders of thy praise. \n2 Amidst thy temple children throng \n\nTo see their great Redeemer\'s face ; \nThe Son of David is their song, \n\nAnd loud hosannas fill the place. \n\n11.5 \xe2\x80\xa2 7s. Salisbury Col. \n\nPerfect Praise in Heaven. \n1 HEAVENLY Father, sovereign Lord, \nBe thy glorious name adored ; \nLord, thy mercies never fail : \nHail, celestial goodness, hail. \n\n58 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY, \n\n2 Though unworthy of thine ear, \nDeign our humble songs to hear ; \nPurer praise we hope to bring, \nWhen around thy throne we sing. \n\n3 While on earth ordained to stay, \nGuide our footsteps in thy way, \nTill we come to dwell with thee, \nTill we all thy glory see. \n\n4 Then, with angel-harps again, \nWe will wake a nobler strain ; \nThere, in joyful songs of praise, \nOur triumphant voices raise. \n\n11\xc2\xa9. CM. Watts. \n\nThe Works of God recounted to Posterity. \n\n1 LET children hear the mighty deeds \n\nWhich God performed of old, \nWinch in our younger years we saw, \nAnd which our fathers told. \n\n2 He bids us make hi3 glories known, \n\nHis works of power and grace ; \nAnd we\'ll convey his wonders down \nThrough every rising race. \n\n3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, \n\nAnd they again to theirs, \nThat generations yet unborn \nMay teach them to their heirs. \n\n4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone \n\nTheir hope securely stands, \nThat they may ne\'er forget his works, \nBut practise his commands. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY, \n\n117. L. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to the Trinity. \n1 BLEST be the Father and his love, \nTo whose celestial source we owe \nRivers of endless joy above, \n\nAnd rills of comfort here below. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY. \n\n2 All praise to thee, great Son of God, \n\nFrom whose dear, wounded body rolls \nA precious stream of vital blood \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe foimt of life for dying souls. \n\n3 We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise, \n\nWho, in our hearts of sin and woe, \nMak\'st living springs of grace arise, \nAnd into boundless glory flow \n\n4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, \n\nAnd God the Spirit, we adore \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat sea of life and love unknown, \nWithout a bottom or a shore. \n\n\n\n118. H. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to the Trinity. \n\n1 WE give immortal praise \n\nFor God the Father\'s love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFor all our comforts here, \n\nAnd better hopes above : \nHe sent his own I To die for sins \nEternal Son | That we had done. \n\n2 To God the Son belongs \n\nImmortal glory too, \nWho bought us with his blood \n\nFrom everlasting woe : \nAnd now he lives, I And sees the fruit \nAnd now he reigns, | Of all his pains. \n\n3 To God the Spirit\'s name \n\nImmortal worship give, \nWhose new-creating power \n\nMakes the dead sinner live : \nHis work completes I And fills the soul \nThe great design, | With joy divine. \n\n4 Almighty God, to thee \n\nBe endless honors done, \nThe undivided Three, \n\nThe great and glorious One : \nWhere Reason fails, I There Faith prevails, \nWith all her powers, | And Love adores. \n\n60 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY. \n\n119. C. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to the Trinity. \n\n1 FATHER of glory, to thy name \n\nImmortal praise we give, \nWho dost an act of grace proclaim, \nAnd bid us, rebels, live. \n\n2 Immortal honor to the Son, \n\nWho makes thine anger cease ; \nOur lives he ransomed with his own. \nAnd died to make our peace. \n\n3 To thy almighty Spirit be \n\nImmortal glory given, \nWhose influence brings us near to thee, \nAnd trains us up for heaven. \n\n4 Let men, with their united voice, \n\nAdore th\' eternal God, \nAnd spread his honors, and their joys, \nThrough nations far abroad. \n\n5 Let faith, and love, and duty, join \n\nOne general song to raise ; \nLet saints, in earth and heaven, combine \nIn harmony and praise. \n\n130. 6s & 4s. Dobell\'s Col. \n\nPraise to the Trinity. \n\n1 COME, thou Almighty King, \nHelp us thy name to sing, \n\nHelp us to praise ; \nFather all glorious, \nO\'er all victorious, \nCome, and reign over us, \n\nAncient of Days. \n\n2 Jesus, our Lord, descend ; \nFrom all our foes defend, \n\nNor let us fall ; \nLet thine almighty aid \nOur sure defence be made, \nOur souls on thee be stayed ; \n\nLord, hear our call. \n61 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY. \n\n3 Come, thou incarnate Word, \nGird on thy mighty sword ; \n\nOur prayer attend ; \nCome, and thy people bless ; \nCome, give thy word success; \nSpirit of holiness, \n\nOn us descend. \n\n4 Come, holy Comforter, \nThy sacred witness bear, \n\n111 this glad hour ; \nThou, who almighty art, \nNow rule in every heart, \nAnd ne\'er from us depart, \n\nSpirit of power. \n\n5 To thee, great One in Three, \nThe highest praises be, \n\nHence evermore ; \nThy sovereign majesty \nMay we in glory see, \nAnd to eternity \n\nLove and adore. \n\n121. H. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to the Trinity, \n\n1 TO Him who chose us first, \n\nBefore the world began ; \nTo Him who bore the curse \n\nTo save rebellious man ; \nTo Him who formed I Are endless praise, \nOur hearts anew, | And glory due. \n\n2 The Father\'s love shall run \n\nThrough our immortal songs ; \nWe bring to God the Son \n\nThe tribute of our tongues: \nOur lips address I With equal praise, \nThe Spirit\'s name, | And zeal the same. \n\n3 Let every saint above, \n\nAnd angel round the throne, \nForever bless and love \nThe sacred Three in One. \nThus heaven shall raise I When earth and time \nHis honors high, | Grow old and die. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY. \n\n19\xc2\xae. S. M. Wesley\'s Col. \n\nPraise to the Trinity, \n\n1 FATHER, in whom we live, \n\nIn whom we are and move, \nAll glory, power, and praise, receive, \nFor thy creating love. \n\n2 O thou incarnate Word, \n\nLet all thy ransomed race \nUnite in thanks, with one accord, \nFor thy redeeming grace. \n\n3 Spirit of holiness, \n\nLet all thy saints adore \nThy sacred gifts, and join to bless \nThy heart-renewing power. \n\n4 The grace on man bestowed, \n\nYe heavenly choirs, proclaim, \nAnd cry, " Salvation to our God ! \nSalvation to the Lamb ! " \n\n133. L. M. Bickersteth\'s Col. \n\nPrayer to the Trinity. \n\n1 FATHER of heaven, whose love profound \nA ransom for our souls hath found, \nBefore thy throne we, sinners, bend ; \n\nTo us thy pardoning love extend. \n\n2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, \n\nOur Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, \nBefore thy throne we, sinners, bend ; \nTo us thy saving grace extend. \n\n3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath \n\nThe soul is raised from sin and death, \nBefore thy throne we, sinners, bend ; \nTo us thy quickening power extend. \n\n4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son ! \nEternal Godhead ! Three in One ! \nBefore thy throne we, sinners, bend ; \nGrace, pardon, life, to us extend. \n\n63 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO THE TRINITY. \n\n124. C. M. Watts. \nPraise to the Trinity. \n\n1 LET them neglect thy glory, Lord, \n\nWho never knew thy grace ; \nBut our loud songs shall still record \nThe wonders of thy praise. \n\n2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, \n\nAnd send them to thy throne ; \nAll glory to th\' united Three, \nThe undivided One. \n\n3 \'Twas he \xe2\x80\x94 and we\'ll adore his name \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThat formed us by a word ; \n\'Tis he restores our ruined frame ; \nSalvation to the Lord. \n\n4 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies \n\nRepeat the joyful sound ; \nRocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice \nIn one eternal round. \n\n125. C. M. Watts. \nPraise to the Trinity. \n\n1 GLORY to God the Father\'s name, \n\nWho, from our sinful race, \nHath chosen myriads to proclaim \nThe honors of his grace. \n\n2 Glory to God the Son be paid, \n\nWho dwelt in humble clay, \nAnd, to redeem us from the dead, \nGave his own life away. \n\n3 Glory to God the Spirit give, \n\nFrom whose almighty power \nOut* souls their heavenly birth derive, \nAnd bless the happy hour. \n\n4 Glory to God, that reigns above, \n\nThe holy Three in One, \nWho, by the wonders of his love, \nHas made his nature known. \n64 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. \n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. \n\nI. \xe2\x80\x94 IN HIMSELF. \n\n126. C. M. Wallace. \n\nGod seen in his Works. \n\n1 THERE\'S not a star whose twinkling light \n\nIllumes the distant earth, \nAnd cheers the solemn gloom of night, \nBut goodness gave it birth. \n\n2 There\'s not a cloud whose dews distil \n\nUpon the parching clod, \nAnd clothe with verdure vale and hill, \nThat is not sent by God. \n\n3 There\'s not a place in earth\'s vast round, \n\nIn ocean deep, or air, \nWhere skill and wisdom are not found ; \nFor God is every where. \n\n4 Around, beneath, below, above, \n\nWherever space extends, \nThere Heaven displays its boundless love, \nAnd power with goodness blends. \n\n137. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod the Creator. \n\n1 ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise ; \n\nThee all thy creatures sing ; \nWhile with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas, \nAnd heaven\'s high palace, ring. \n\n2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky ! \n\nHow glorious to behold ! \nTinged with a blue of heavenly dye, \nAnd decked with sparkling gold. \n\n3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, \n\nAnd strike the gazing sight, \nThrough skies, and seas, and solid ground, \nWith terror and delight \n3* 65 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 Almighty power, and equal skill, \n\nShine through the worlds abroad, \nOur souls with vast amazement fill, \nAnd speak the builder, God. \n\n5 But still, the wonders of thy grace \n\nOur warmer passions move ; \nHere we behold our Saviour\'s face, \nAnd here adore his love. \n\n138. C. M. Watts. \n\nEternity of God. \n\n1 GREAT God, how infinite art thou ! \n\nWhat worthless worms are we ! \nLet all the race of creatures bow, \nAnd pay their praise to thee. \n\n2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, \n\nEre seas or stars were made ; \nThou art the ever-living God, \nWere all the nations dead. \n\n3 Eternity, with all its years, \n\nStands present in thy view ; \nTo thee there\'s nothing old appears ; \nGreat God, there\'s nothing new. \n\n4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, \n\nAnd vexed with trifling cares, \nWhile thine eternal thought moves on \nThine undisturbed affairs. \n\n5 Great God, how infinite art thou ! \n\nWhat worthless worms are we ! \nLet all the race of creatures bow, \nAnd pay their praise to thee. \n\n129. L. M. 6l. Moore. \n\nAll Things are of God. \n1 THOU art, O God, the life and light \nOf all this wondrous world we see ; \nIts glow by day, its smile by night, \n\nAre but reflections caught from thee ; \nWhere\'er we turn, thy glories shine. \nAnd all things fair and bright are thine. \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n2 When day, with farewell beam, delays \n\nAmong the opening clouds of even, \nAnd we can almost think we gaze, \n\nThrough opening vistas, into heaven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThose hues, that mark the sun\'s decline, \nSo soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. \n\n3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, \n\nO\'ershadows all the earth and skies, \nLike some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume \n\nIs sparkling with unnumbered eyes, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat sacred gloom, those fires divine, \nSo grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. \n\n4 When youthful Spring around us breathes, \n\nThy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; \nAnd eveiy flower that Summer wreathes \n\nIs born beneath thy kindling eye : \nWhere\'er we turn, thy glories shine, \nAnd all things fan and bright are thine. \n\nISO. L. ML Noei/b Col, \n\nOmnipresence of God. \n\n1 WHERE can we hide, or whither fly, \nLord, to escape thy piercing eye ? \nWith thee it is not day and night, \nBut darkness shineth as the light. \n\n2 Where\'er we go, whate\'er pursue, \nOur ways are open to thy view, \n\nOur motives read, our thoughts explored, \nOur hearts revealed to thee, O Lord. \n\n3 Is there, throughout all worlds, one spot, \nOne lonely wild, where thou art not ? \nThe hosts of heaven enjoy thy care, \nAnd those of hell know thou art there. \n\n4 Awake, asleep, where none intrude, \nOr \'midst the thronging multitude, \nIn every land, on every sea, \n\nWe are surrounded still with thee. \n\n5 Search us, O God, and know each heart $ \nWith every idol bid us part ; \n\nMake us to keep thy holy ways, \nAnd live to utter forth thy praise. \n\n67 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n131. C. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nGod unchangeable. \n\n1 THROUGH endless years thou art the same, \n\nO thou eternal God ; - \nEach future age shall know thy name, \nAnd tell thy works abroad. \n\n2 The strong foundations of the earth \n\nOf old by thee were laid ; \nBy thee the beauteous arch of heaven \nWith matchless skill was made. \n\n3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, \n\nCreated by thy hand, \nBe, like a vesture, laid aside, \nAnd changed at thy command. \n\n4 But thy perfections, all divine, \n\nEternal as thy days, \nThrough everlasting ages shine, \nWith undiminished rays. \n\n133. L. M. Spir. of the Psalms, \n\nOmnipresence of God. \n\n1 FATHER of spirits, nature\'s God, \n\nOur inmost thoughts are known to thee ; \nThou, Lord, canst hear each idle word, \nAnd every private action see. \n\n2 Could we, on morning\'s swiftest wings, \n\nPursue our flight through trackless air, \nOr dive beneath deep ocean\'s springs, \nThy presence still would meet us there. \n\n3 In vain may guilt attempt to fly, \n\nConcealed beneath the pall of night ; \nOne glance from thy all-piercing eye \nCan kindle darkness into light \n\n4 Search thou our hearts, and there destroy \n\nEach evil thought, each secret sin, \nAnd fit us for those realms of joy, \nWhere nought impure shall enter in. \n68 \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n133. C. M. Watts. \nGod searching the Heart. \n\n1 GOB is a spirit, just and wise ; \n\nHe sees our inmost mind ; \nIn vain to heaven we raise our cries, \nAnd leave our hearts behind. \n\n2 Nothing but truth before Ids throne \n\nWith honor can appear ; \nThe painted hypocrites are known \nWhate\'er the guise they wear. \n\n3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, \n\nTheir bending knees the ground ; \nBut God abhors the sacrifice \nWhere not the heart is found. \n\n4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, \n\nAnd make my soul sincere ; \nThen shall I stand before thy face, \nAnd find acceptance there. \n\n134. C. M. Watts. \nOmniscience and Omnipresence of God, \n\n1 JN all my vast concerns with thee, \n\nIn vain my soul would try \nTo shun thy presence, Lord, or flee \nThe notice of thine eye. \n\n2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys \n\nMy rising and my rest, \nMy public walks, my private ways, \nAnd secrets of my breast. \n\n3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, \n\nBefore they\'re formed within ; \nAnd ere my lips pronounce the word, \nHe knows the sense I mean. \n\n4 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! \n\nWhere can a creature hide ? \nWithin thy circling arms I lie, \nEnclosed on every side. \n\n5 So let thy grace surround me still, \n\nAnd like a bulwark prove, \nTo guard my soul from every ill, \nSecured by sovereign love. \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n135. C. M. H. K. White. \n\nGod over All. \n\n1 THE Lord our God is Lord of all ; \n\nHis station who can find ? \nI hear him in the waterfall ; \nI hear him in the wind. \n\n2 If in the gloom of night I shroud, \n\nHis face I cannot fly ; \nI see him in the evening cloud, \nAnd in the morning sky. \n\n3 He lives, he reigns in every land, \n\nFrom winter\'s polar snows, \nTo where, across the burning sand, \nThe blasting meteor glows. \n\n4 He smiles, we live ; he frowns, we die ; \n\nWe hang upon his word ; \nHe rears his mighty arm on high, \nWe fall before his sword. \n\n5 He bids his gales the fields deform ; \n\nThen, when his thunders cease, \nHe paints his rainbow on the storm, \nAnd lulls the winds to peace. \n\n136* L. M. Watts. \n\nOmniscience and Omnipresence of God. \n\n1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through ; \nThine eye commands, with piercing view, \n\nMy rising and my resting hours, \n\nMy heart and flesh, with all their powers. \n\n2 My thoughts, before they are my own, \nAre to my God distinctly known ; \n\nHe knows the words I mean to speak, \nEre from my opening lips they break. \n\n3 Within thy circling power 1 stand ; \nOn every side I find thy hand ; \nAwake, asleep, at home, abroad, \n\nI am surrounded still with God. \n\n4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! \nWhat large extent ! what lofty height ! \nMy soul, with all the powers I boast, \nIs in the boundless prospect lost \n\n70 \n\n\n\nH \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n5 O, may these thoughts possess my breast, \nWhere\'er I rove, where\'er I rest, \nNor let my weaker passions dare \nConsent to sin, for God is there. \n\n137. C. M. Martineau\'s Col. \nOmnipotence of God. \n\n1 \'TWAS God who fixed the rolling spheres, \n\nAnd stretched the boundless skies, \nWho formed the plan of endless years, \nAnd bade the ages rise. \n\n2 From everlasting is his might, \n\nImmense and unconfined ; \nHe pierces through the realms of light, \nAiid rides upon the wind. \n\n3 He darts along the burning sky ; \n\nLoud thunders round him roar, \nThrough worlds above his terrors fly, \nWhile worlds below adore. \n\n4 He speaks, \xe2\x80\x94 great nature\'s wheels stand still, \n\nAnd leave then* wonted round ; \nThe mountains melt ; each trembling hill \nForsakes its ancient bound. \n\n5 Ye worlds, and every living thing, \n\nFulfil his high command ; \nPay grateful homage to your King, \nAnd own liis ruling hand. \n\n138. H. M. Watts. \nPerfections of God\'s Government \n\n1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns ; \n\nHis throne is built on high ; \nThe garments he assumes \n\nAre light and majesty ; \nHis glories shine I No mortal eye \n\nWith beams so bright, | Can bear the sight \n\n2 The thunders of his hand \n\nKeep all the world in awe ; \nHis wrath and justice stand \nTo guard his holy law ; \nAnd where his love I His truth confirms \nResolves to bless, | And seals the grace* \n71 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n3 Through all his ancient works \n\nSurprising wisdom shines, \nConfounds the powers of hell, \n\nAnd breaks their fell designs : \nStrong is his arm, I His great decrees, \nAnd shall fulfil | His sovereign will. \n\n4 And can this mighty King \n\nOf glory condescend ? \nAnd will he write his name \n\nMy Father and my Friend ? \nI love his name ; I Join, all my powers, \n1 love his word ; | And praise the Lord. \n\nISO. C. M. H. K. White. \n\nAlmighty Power and Majesty of God. \n\n1 THE Lord our God is clothed with might ; \n\nThe winds obey his will ; \nHe speaks, and in the heavenly height \nThe rolling sun stands still. \n\n2 Rebel, ye waves, and o\'er the land \n\nWith threatening aspect roar ; \nThe Lord uplifts his awful hand, \nAnd chains you to the shore. \n\n3 Ye winds of night, your force combine ; \n\nWithout his high behest, \nYe shall not, in the mountain pine, \nDisturb the sparrow\'s nest. \n\n4 His voice sublime is heard afar ; \n\nIn distant peals it dies ; \nHe binds the whirlwinds to his car, \nAnd sweeps the howling skies. \n\n5 Ye nations, bend ; hi reverence bend ; \n\nYe monarchs, wait his nod, \nAnd bid the choral song ascend \nTo celebrate our God. \n\n140. L. M. Needham \n\nWisdom and Knowledge of God. \n\n1 AWAKE, my tongue ; thy tribute bring \n\nTo Him who gave thee power to sing ; \n\nPraise Him who has all praise above, \n\nThe source of wisdom and of love. \n\n72 \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF \n\n2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound ! \nA depth where all our thoughts are drowned ! \nThe stars he numbers, and their names \nHe gives to all those heavenly flames. \n\nQ Through each bright world above, behold \nTen thousand thousand charms unfold; \nEarth, air, and mighty seas, combine \nTo speak his wisdom all divine. \n\n4 But hi redemption, O, what grace ! \nIts wonders, O, what thought can trace ! \nHere wisdom shines forever bright; \nPraise him, my soul, with sweet delight. \n\n141. L. M. Watts. \n\nDominion, Eternity, and Immutability, of God, \n\n1 JEHOVAH reigns ; he dwells in light, \nArrayed with majesty and might ; \nThe world, created by his hands, \n\nStill on its firm foundation stands. \n\n2 But ere this spacious world was made \nOr had its first foundation laid, \n\nHis throne eternal ages stood, \nHimself the ever-living God. \n\n3 Like floods the angry nations rise, \nAnd aim their rage against the skies ; \nVain floods, that aim their rage so high \\ \nAt his rebuke, the billows die. \n\n4 Forever shall his throne endure ; \nHis promise stands forever sure ; \nAnd everlasting holiness \nBecomes the dwellings of his grace. \n\n143. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Darkness of Providence. \n\n1 LORD, we adore thy vast designs, \nTh\' obscure abyss of providence, \nToo deep to sound with mortal lines, \nToo dark to view with feeble sense. \n4 73 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n2 When thou dost clothe thine awful face \n\nIn angry frowns, without a smile, \nWe, through the cloud, believe thy grace, \nSecure of thy compassion still. \n\n3 Through seas and storms of deep distress \n\nWe sail by faith, and not by sight ; \nFaith guides us, in the wilderness, \nThrough all the terrors of the night. \n\n4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod \n\nResolves to scourge us here below, \nStill let us lean upon our God ; \n\nThine arm shall bear us safely through. \n\n143. L. M. Watts. \nPerfections of God combined in kis Government. \n\n1 JEHOVAH reigns ; his throne is high ; \nHis robes are light and majesty ; \n\nHis glory shines with beams so bright, \nNo mortal can sustain the sight. \n\n2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; \nHis justice guards his holy law; \nHis love reveals a smiling face ; \n\nHis truth and promise seal the grace. \n\n3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, \nAnd baffles Satan\'s deep designs ; \n\nHis power is sovereign to fulfil \nThe noblest counsels of his will. \n\n4 And will this glorious Lord descend \nTo be my Father and my Friend ? \nThen let my songs with angels\' join ; \nHeaven is secure, if God be mine. \n\n144. 10s & lis. Watts. \nDominion of God. \n\nI THE Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high ; \nHis robes of state are strength and "majesty ; \nThis wide creation rose at his command, \nBuilt by his word, and \'stablished by his hand \nLong stood his throne ere he began creation, \nAnd his own Godhead is the firm foundation. \n\n74 \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n2 God is tli\' eternal King; thy foes in vain \nRaise their rebellion to confound thy reign ; \nIn vain the storms, in vain the floods, arise. \nAnd roar, and toss their waves against the skies ; \n\nI oaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion, \nI ut heaven\'s high arches scorn the swelling ocean. \n\n3 Ye tempests, rage no more ; ye floods, be still ; \nAnd all the world submissive to his will ; \nBuilt on his truth, his church must ever stand ; \nFirm are his promises, and strong his hand: \n\nSee his own sons, when they appear before him. \nBow at his footstool, and with Fear adore him. \n\n145. S. P. M. Watts, \n\nThe Majesty of God. \n\n1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, \nAnd royal state maintains, \n\nHis head with awful glories crowned, \n\nArrayed in robes of light, \n\nBegirt with sovereign might, \nAnd rays of majesty around. \n\n2 Upheld by thy commands, \nThe world securely stands, \n\nAnd skies and stars obey thy word ; \n\nThy throne was fixed on high \n\nEre stars adorned the sky ; \nEternal is thy kingdom, Lord. \n\n3 Let floods and nations rage, \nAdid all their power engage ; \n\nLet swelling tides assault the sky ; \n\nThe terrors of thy frown \n\nShall calm their fury down ; \nThy throne forever stands on high. \n\n4 Thy promises are true ; \nThy grace is ever new ; \n\nThere fixed, thy church shall ne\'er remove; \n\nThy saints, with holy fear, \n\nShall in thy courts appear, \nAnd sing thine everlasting love. \n\n75 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n146. L. M. Kippis. \n\nGod incomprehensible. \n\n1 GREAT God, in vain man\'s narrow view \nAttempts to look thy nature through ; \nOur laboring powers with reverence own \nThy glories never can be known. \n\n2 Not the high seraph\'s mighty thought, \nWho countless years his God has sought, \nSuch wondrous height or depth can find, \nOr fully trace thy boundless mind. \n\n3 Yet, Lord, thy kindness deigns to show \nAll that we mortals need to know ; \nWhile wisdom, goodness, power divine, \nThrough all thy works and conduct shine. \n\n4 O, may our souls with rapture trace \nThy works of nature and of grace ; \nAdore thy sacred name, and still \nPress on to know and do thy will. \n\n147. C. M. Watts. \nSovereign Purposes of God. \n\n1 KEEP silence, all created things, \n\nAnd wait your Maker\'s nod ; \nMy soul stands trembling while she sings \nThe honors of her God. \n\n2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, \n\nHang on his firm decree ; \nHe sits on no precarious throne, \nNor borrows leave to be. \n\n3 Before his throne a volume lies, \n\nWith all the fates of men ; \nWith every angel\'s form and size, \nDrawn by th\' eternal pen. \n\n4 His providence unfolds the book, \n\nAnd makes his counsels shine ; \nEach opening leaf, and every stroke, \nFulfils some deep design. \n\n5 Here, he exalts neglected worms \n\nTo sceptres and a crown ; \nAnd there, the following page he turns, \nAnd casts the monarch down. \n76 \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n6 My God, I would not long to see \n\nMy fate, with curious eyes \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhat gloomy lines are writ for me, \nOr what bright scenes may rise. \n\n7 In thy fair book of life and grace, \n\nO, may I find my name, \nRecorded in some humble place, \nBeneath my Lord, the Lamb. \n\n148. C. M. Cowper. \nPurposes of God developed by his Providence. \n\n1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, \n\nHis wonders to perform ; \nHe plants his footsteps in the sea, \nAnd rides upon the storm. \n\n2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; \n\nThe clouds ye so much dread \nAre big with mercy, and shall break \nWith blessings on your head. \n\n3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, \n\nBut trust him for his grace ; \nBehind a frowning providence \nHe hides a smiling face. \n\n4 His purposes will ripen fast, \n\nUnfolding every hour ; \nThe bud may have a bitter taste, \nBut sweet will be the flower. \n\n5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, \n\nAnd scan his work in vain ; \nGod is his own interpreter, \nAnd he will make it plain. \n\n149. C. M. Eng. Bap. Cgl. \nProvidence kind and bountiful. \n\n1 THY kingdom, Lord, forever stands, \n\nWhile earthly thrones decay; \nAnd time submits to thy commands, \nWhile ages roll away. \n\n2 Thy sovereign bounty freely gives \n\nIts unexhausted store ; \nAnd universal nature lives \nOn thy sustaining power. \n\n77 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n3 Holy and just in all its ways \n\nIs providence divine ; \nIn all its works, immortal rays \nOf power and mercy shine. \n\n4 The praise of God \xe2\x80\x94 delightful theme ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nShall fill my heart and tongue ; \nLet all creation bless his name, \nIn one eternal song. \n\n15\xc2\xae. C. M. Gibbons. \n\nGoodness of God. \n\n1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess ; \n\nThy goodness we adore ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nA spring whose blessings never fail ; \n\xe2\x80\xa2 A sea without a shore. \n\n2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare \n\nIn every golden ray ; \nLove draws the curtains of the night, \nAnd love brings back the day. \n\n3 Thy bounty every season crowns \n\nWith all the bliss it yields, \nWith joyful clusters loads the vines, \nWith strengthening grain the fields. \n\n4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, \n\nIs in the gospel seen ; \nThere, like a sun, thy mercy shines, \nWithout a cloud between. \n\n5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy, \n\nThrough Jesus\' name are given ; \nHe on the cross was lifted high, \nThat we might reign in heaven. \n\n181m L. M. Watts. \n\nImmutable Perfections and Glory of Gca, \n\n1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God, \n\nThy goodness in full glory slimes ; \nThy truth shall break through every cloud \nThat veils thy just and wise designs. \n\n2 Forever firm thy justice stands, \n\nAs mountains their foundations keep; \nWise are the wonders of thy hands ; \nThy judgments are a mighty deep, \n\n78 \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n3 O God, how excellent thy grace, \n\nWhence all our hope and comfort spring ! \nThe sons of Adam, in distress, \nFly to the shadow of thy wing. \n\n4 In the provisions of thy house \n\nWe still shall find a sweet repast ; \nThere mercy, like a river, flows, \nAnd brings salvation to our taste. \n\n5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, \n\nSprings from the presence of my Lord ; \nAnd in thy light our souls shall see \nThe glories promised in thy word. \n\nItKB. L. M. S. S. Cutting. \n\nGod of all Goodness. \n\n1 GOD of the world! thy glories shine, \nThrough earth and heaven, with rays divine; \nThy smile gives beauty to the flower, \nThine anger to the tempest power. \n\n2 God of our lives ! the throbbing heart \nDoth at thy beck its action start, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThrobs on, obedient to thy will, \n\nOr ceases, at thy fatal chill. \n\n3 God of eternal life ! thy love \nDoth every stain of sin remove ; \n\nThe cross, the cross \xe2\x80\x94 its hallowed light \nShall drive from earth her cheerless night. \n\n4 God of all goodness ! to the skies \nOur hearts in grateful anthems rise ; \nAnd to thy service shall be given \n\nThe rest of life \xe2\x80\x94 the whole of heaven. \n\n158, C. M. Steele. \n\nWonders of God\'s Love. \n\n1 YE humble souls, approach your God \nWith songs of sacred praise ; \nFor he is good, supremely good, \nAnd kind are all his ways. \n\n79 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n2 All nature owns his guardian care ; \n\nIn him we live and move ; \nBut nobler benefits declare \nThe wonders of his love. \n\n3 He gave his well-beloved Son \n\nTo save our souls from sin ; \n\'Tis here he makes his goodness known, \nAnd proves it all divine. \n\n4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come, \n\nAnd here our hope relies ; \nA safe defence, a peaceful home, \nWhen storms of trouble rise. \n\n5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, \n\nThe souls who trust in thee; \nTheir humble hope thou wilt reward \nWith bliss divinely free. \n\n6 Great God, to thy almighty love \n\nWhat honors shall we raise ? \nNot all the raptured songs above \nCan render equal praise. \n\n154. H. M. Watts. \n\nWonders of Creation and Grace. \n\n1 GIVE thanks to God most high, \n\nThe universal Lord, \nThe sovereign King of kings, \nAnd be his name adored : \nThy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure \nShall still endure ; | Abides thy word. \n\n2 How mighty is his hand ! \n\nWhat wonders hath he done ! \nHe formed the earth and seas, \n\nAnd spread the heavens alone : \nHis power and grace I And let his name \nAre still the same ; | Have endless praise. \n\n3 He sent his only Son \n\nTo save us from our woe, \nFrom Satan, sin, and death, \nAnd every hurtful foe : \nHis power and grace I And let his name \nAre still the same ; | Have endless praise* \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n4 Give thanks aloud to God \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo God, the heavenly King ; \nAnd let the spacious earth \nHis works and glories sing : \nThy mercy, Lord, 1 And ever sure \nShall still endure ; | Abides thy word. \n\n155. 8S & 7S. BoWRFNO. \n\nGod is Love. \n\n1 GOD is love ; his mercy brightens \n\nAll the path in which we rove ; \nBliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; \nGod is wisdom, God is love. \n\n2 Chance and change are busy ever ; \n\nMan decays, and ages move ; \nBut his mercy waneth never ; \nGod is wisdom, God is love. \n\n3 E\'en the hour that darkest seemeth \n\nWill his changeless goodness prove ; \nFrom the gloom his brightness streameth ; \nGod is wisdom, God is love. \n\n4 He with earthly cares entwineth \n\nHope and comfort from above : \nEvery where his glory shineth ; \nGod is wisdom, God is love. \n\n15\xc2\xa9. C. M. G. Burder. \n\nGod is Love. \n\n1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord, \n\nAnd lift your souls above ; \nLet every heart and voice accord, \nTo sing, that God is love. \n\n2 This precious truth his word declares, \n\nAnd all his mercies prove ; \nWhile Christ, th\' atoning Lamb, appears. \nTo show, that God is love. \n\n3 Behold his loving-kindness waits \n\nFor those who from him rove, \nAnd calls of mercy reach their hearts, \nTo teach them, God is love. \n\n81 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 And O that you, whose hardened hearts \n\nNo fears of hell can move, \nMay hear the gospel\'s milder voice, \nThat tells you, God is love ! \n\n5 O, may we all, while here below, \n\nThis best of blessings prove ; \nTill warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, \nShall shout, that God is love. \n\n157. H. M. J. Young. \n\nGod\'s wondrous Love. \n\n1 O FOR a shout of joy, \n\nLoud as the theme we sing ! \nTo this divine employ \n\nYour hearts and voices bring; \nSound, sound, through all the earth abroad. \nThe love, th\' eternal love, of God. \n\n2 Unnumbered myriads stand, \n\nOf seraphs bright and fair, \nOr bow at his right hand, \n\nAnd pay their homage there ; \nBut strive in vain, with loudest chord, \nTo sound the wondrous love of God. \n\n3 Yet sinners saved by grace, \n\nIn songs of lower key, \nIn every age and place, \n\nHave sung the mystery; \nHave told, in strains of sweet accord, \nThe love, the sovereign love of God. \n\n4 Though earth and hell assail, \n\nAnd doubts and fears arise, \nThe weakest shall prevail, \n\nAnd grasp the heavenly prize, \nAnd through an endless age record \nThe love, th\' unchanging love, of God. \n\n5 O for a shout of joy, \n\nLoud as the theme we sing! \nTo this divine employ \n\nYour hearts and voices bring; \nSound, sound, through all the earth abroad, \nThe love, th\' eternal love, of God. \n\n\n\nIN HIMSELF. \n\n158. C. M. Steele. \n\nCondescension of God. \n\n1 ETERNAL Power, Almighty God, \n\nWho can approach thy throne ? \nAccessless light is thine abode, \nTo ai] gel eyes unknown. \n\n2 Before the radiance of thine eye, \n\nThe heavens no longer shine ; \nAnd all the glories of the sky \nAre but the shade of thine. \n\n3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend \n\nTo cast a look below ? \nTo this dark world thy notice bend, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThese seats of sin and woe ? \n\n4 How strange, how wondrous is thy love ! \n\nWith trembling we adore : \nNot all tli\' exalted minds above \nIts wonders can explore. \n\n5 While golden harps and angel tongues \n\nResound immortal lays, \nGreat God, permit our humble songs \nTo rise and speak thy praise. \n\n159* C. M. Needham. \n\nHoliness of God. \n\n1 HOLY and reverend is the name \n\nOf our eternal King ; \n" Thrice holy Lord," the angels cry ; \n" Thrice holy," let us sing. \n\n2 The deepest reverence of the mind, \n\nPay, O my soul, to God ; \nLift, with thy hands, a holy heart \nTo his sublime abode. \n\n3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, \n\nWhom words nor thoughts can reach ; \nA contrite heart shall please him more \nThan noblest forms of speech. \n\n4 Thou holy God, preserve my soul \n\nFrom all pollution free ; \nThe pure in heart are thy delight, \nAnd they thy face shall see. \n\n83 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n16\xc2\xa9 \xe2\x99\xa6 C. M. Beddome. \n\nFaithfulness of God. \n\n1 THE truth of God shall still endure, \n\nAnd firm his promise stand ; \nBelieving souls may rest secure \nIn his almighty hand. \n\n2 Should earth and hell their forces join, \n\nHe would contemn their rage, \nAnd render fruitless their design \nAgainst his heritage. \n\n3 The rainbow round about his throne \n\nProclaims his faithfulness ; \nHe will his purposes perforin, \nHis promises of grace. \n\n4 The hills and mountains melt away; \n\nBut he is still the same : \nLet saints to him their homage pay, \nAnd magnify his name. \n\n101. C. M. Watts. \n\nFaithfulness of God. \n\n1 MY never-ceasing song shall show \n\nThe mercies of the Lord, \nAnd make succeeding ages know \nHow faithful is his word. \n\n2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce \n\nShall firm as heaven endure ; \nAnd if he speak a promise once, \nTh\' eternal grace is sure. \n\n3 How long the race of David held \n\nThe promised Jewish throne! \nBut there\'s a nohler promise sealed \nTo David\'s greater Son. \n\n4 His seed forever shall possess \n\nA throne above the skies ; \nThe meanest subject of his grace \nShall to that glory rise. \n\n5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways \n\nAre sung by saints above ; \nAnd saints on earth their honors raise \nTo thine unchanging love. \n84 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\nf \xc2\xa93. H. M. Doddridge. \n\nFaithfulness of God. \n\n1 THE promises I sing, \n\nWhich sovereign love hath spoke ; \nNor will th\' eternal King \nHis words of grace revoke : \nThey stand secure I Not Zion\'s hill \nAnd steadfast still ; | Abides so sure. \n\n2 The mountains melt away, \n\nWhen once the Judge appeal\'s, \nAnd sun and moon decay, \nThat measure mortal years ; \nBut still the same, I The promise shines \nIn radiant lines | Through all the flame. \n\n3 Their harmony shall sound \n\nThrough my attentive ears, \nWhen thunders cleave the ground, \n\nAnd dissipate the spheres : \n\'Midst all the shock I I stand serene, \nOf that dread scene, | Thy word my rock. \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\nII. \xe2\x80\x94 WITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n163. C. M. Watts. \n\nCondescension of God. \n\n1 O LORD, our God, how wondrous great \n\nIs thine exalted name ! \nThe glories of thy heavenly state \nLet every tongue proclaim. \n\n2 Lord, what is man, or all his race, \n\nWho dwells so far below, \nThat thou shouldst visit him with grace, \nAnd love his nature so ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 That thine eternal Son should bear \n\nTo take a mortal form, \xe2\x80\x94 \nMade lower than his angels are, \nTo save a dying worm ? \n85 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 Let him be crowned with majesty \n\nWho bowed his head to death, \n\nAnd be his honors sounded high \n\nBy all things that have breath. \n\n5 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great \n\nIs thine exalted name ! \nThe glories of thy heavenly state \nLet all the earth proclaim. \n\n164. S. M. Watts. \n\nDivine Condescension. \n\n1 O LORD, our heavenly King, \n\nThy name is all divine ; \nThy glories round the earth are spread, \nAnd o\'er the heavens they shine. \n\n2 When to thy works on high \n\n1 raise my wondering eyes, \nAnd see the moon, complete in light, \nAdorn the evening skies, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 When I survey the stars, \n\nAnd all their shining forms, \xe2\x80\x94 \nLord, what is man, that worthless thing, \nAkin to dust and worms ? \n\n4 Lord, what is worthless man, \n\nThat thou shouldst love him so ? \nNext to thine angels is he placed, \nAnd lord of all below. \n\n5 How rich thy bounties are, \n\nHow wondrous are thy ways, \nThat, from the dust, thy power should frame \nA monument of praise ! \n\n1G5. C. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nGod\'s Condescension. \n\n1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow \nWithin this earthly frame, \nThrough all the world, how great art thou ! \nHow glorious is thy name ! \n86 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high, \n\nEmploys my wondering sight, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe moon, that nightly rules the sky, \nWith stars of feebler light, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst choose \n\nTo keep him in thy mind ? \nOr what his race, that thou shouldst prove \nTo them so wondrous kind ? \n\n4 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow \n\nWithin this earthly frame, \nThrough all the world, how great art thou ! \nHow glorious is thy name ! \n\n160. C. M. Montgomery. \n\nTruth and Goodness of God. \n\n1 FAITHFUL, O Lord, thy mercies are, \n\nA rock that cannot move ; \nA thousand promises declare \nThy constancy of love. \n\n2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; \n\nThou dost with sinners bear, \nThat, saved, we may thy goodness fee!, \nAnd all thy grace declare. \n\n3 Its streams the whole creation reach, \n\nSo plenteous is the store ; \nEnough for all, enough for each, \nEnough forevermore. \n\n4 Throughout the universe it reigns ; \n\nIt stands forever sure ; \nAnd while thy truth, O God, remains, \nThy goodness shall endure. \n\n167. C. M. Drenkan. \n\nGod present with his People. \n\n1 THE heaven of heavens cannot contain \nThe universal Lord ; \nYet he in humble hearts will deign \nTo dwell and be adored. \n\n87 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n2 Where\'er ascends the sacrifice \n\nOf fervent praise and prayer, \nOr on the earth, or in the skies, \nThe God of heaven is there. \n\n3 His presence is diffused abroad \n\nThrough realms and worlds unknown ; \nWho seek the mercies of our God \nAre ever near his tlirone. \n\n168. C. M. Watts. \nGod our Keeper. \n\n1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes ; \n\nThere all my hopes are laid ; \nThe Lord, who built the earth and skies, \nIs my perpetual aid. \n\n2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall, \n\nWhom he designs to keep ; \nHis ear attends their humble call, \nHis eyes can never sleep. \n\n3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure ; \n\nThy keeper is the Lord ; \nHis wakeful eyes employ his power \nFor thine eternal guard. \n\n4 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath. \n\nWhere thickest dangers come ; \n\nGo and return, secure from death, \n\nTill God shall call thee home. \n\n169. C. M. Pitt. \nGod our Guardian. \n\n1 ON God we build our sure defence ; \n\nIn God our hopes repose ; \nHis hand protects our varying life, \nAnd guards us from our foes. \n\n2 Our minds shall be serene and calm, \n\nLike Siloa\'s peaceful flood, \nWhose soft and silver streams refresh \nThe city of our God. \n88 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n3 We to the mighty Lord of hosts \nSecurely will resort ; \nFor refuge fly to Jacob\'s God, \nOur succor and support \n\n170. C. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nGod our Defence. \n\n1 NO change of time shall ever shock \nMy trust, O Lord, in thee ; \nFor thou hast always been my rock, \nA sure defence to me. \n\n3 Thou our deliverer art, O God ; \nOur trust is in thy power; \nThou art our shield from foes abroad, \nOur safeguard, and our tower. \n\n3 To thee will we address our prayer, \n\nTo whom all praise we owe ; \nO, may we, by thy watchful care, \nBe saved from every foe. \n\n4 Then let Jehovah be adored, \n\nOn whom our hopes depend ; \nFor who, except the mighty Lord, \nHis people can defend ? \n\n171. L. M. Anon. \nGod a Rock, \n\n1 WHEN thickly beat the storms of life, \n\nAnd heavy is the chastening rod, \nThe soul, beyond the waves of strife, \nViews the eternal rock \xe2\x80\x94 her God. \n\n2 What hope dispels the spirit\'s gloom, \n\nWhen sinking \'neath affliction\'s shock? \nFaith, through the vista of the tomb, \nPoints to the everlasting Rock. \n\n3 Is there a man who cannot see \n\nThat joy and grief are from above ? \nO, let him humbly bend the knee, \n\nAnd own his Father\'s chastening love. \n\n4* 80 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 Hope, Grace, and Truth, with gentle hand, \nShall lead a bleeding Saviour\'s flock, \nAnd show them, in the promised land, \nThe shelter of th\' eternal Rock. \n\n172. L. M. Watts \n\nGod the Refuge and Portion of his People. \n\n1 GOD is the refuge of his saints, \n\nWhen storms of sharp distress invade ; \nEre we can offer our complaints, \nBehold him present with his aid. \n\n2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; \n\nIn sacred peace our souls abide, \nWhile every nation, every shore, \n\nTrembles, and dreads the swelling tide. \n\n3 There is a stream whose gentle flow \n\nSupplies the city of our God; \nLife, love, and joy, still gliding through, \nAnd watering our divine abode. \n\n4 That sacred stream, thine holy word, \n\nSupports our faith, our fear controls ; \nSweet peace thy promises afford, \n\nAnd give new strength to fainting souls. \n\n5 Zion enjoys her Monarch\'s love, \n\nSecure against a threatening hour ; \nNor can her firm foundation move, \n\nBuilt on his truth, and armed with power. \n\n173. H. M. Watts. \n\nGod our Preserver. \n\n1 TO heaven I lift mine eyes ; \n\nFrom God is all my aid, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe God who built the skies, \n\nAnd earth and nature made : \nGod is the tower 1 His grace is nigh \nTo which I fly ; | In every hour. \n\n2 My feet shall never slide, \n\nAnd fall in fatal snares, \n\nSince God, my guard and guide, \n\nDefends me from my fears. \n\nThose wakeful eyes, 1 Shall Israel keep \n\nWhich never sleep, | When dangers rise. \n\nyo \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n3 No burning heats by day, \n\nNor blasts of evening air, \n\nShall take my health away, \n\nIf God be with me there : \n\nThou art my sun, I To guard my head \n\nAnd thou my shade, | By night or noon. \n\n4 Hast thou not pledged thy word \n\nTo save my soul from death ? \nAnd I can trust my Lord \n\nTo keep my mortal breath : \nTil go and come, I Till from on high \nNor fear to die, j Thou call me home. \n\n174:. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nGod our All. \n\n1 HOW firm the saint\'s foundation stands ! \n\nHis hopes can ne\'er remove, \nSustained by God\'s almighty hand, \nAnd sheltered in his love. \n\n2 God is the treasure of his soul, \n\nA source of sacred joy, \nWhich no afflictions can control, \nNor death itself destroy. \n\n3 Lord, may we feel thy cheering beams, \n\nAnd taste thy saints\' repose ; \nWe will not mourn the perished streams, \nWhile such a fountain flows. \n\n173. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod our Portion. \n\n1 GOD, my supporter and my hope, \n\nMy help forever near, \nThine arm of mercy held me up, \nWhen sinking in despair. \n\n2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet \n\nThrough tnis dark wilderness ; \nThine hand conduct me near thy seat, \nTo dwell before thy face. \n\n91 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n3 Were I in heaven without my God, \n\n\'Twould be no joy to me ; \nAnd whilst this earth is my abode, \nI long for none but thee. \n\n4 What if the springs of life were broke, \n\nAnd flesh and heart should faint ; \nGod is my soul\'s eternal rock, \nThe strength of every saint. \n\n5 Behold the sinners, that remove \n\nFar from thy presence, die ; \nNot all the idol gods they love \nCan save them when they cry. \n\n6 But to draw near to thee, my God, \n\nShall be my sweet employ ; \nMy tongue shall sound thy works abroad, \nAnd tell the world my joy. \n\n1 76* C. M. Beddome. \n\nGod our Support. \n\n1 \'TIS faith supports my feeble soul \n\nIn times of deep distress ; \nWhen storms arise and billows roll, \nGreat God, 1 trust thy grace. \n\n2 Thy powerful arm still bears me up, \n\nWhatever griefs befall ; \nThou art my life, my joy, my hope, \nAnd thou my all in all. \n\n3 Bereft of friends, beset with foes, \n\nWith dangers all around, \n\nTo thee I all my fears disclose ; \n\nIn thee my help is found. \n\n4 In every want, hi every strait, \n\nTo thee alone I fly ; \nWhen other comforters depart, \nThou art forever nigh. \n\n177. C. M. Steele. \n\nGod our Father. \n1 MY God, my Father, \xe2\x80\x94 blissful name, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO, may I call thee mine ? \nMay I with sweet assurance claim \nA portion so divine ? \n92 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n2 This only can my fears control, \n\nAnd bid my sorrows fly; \nWhat harm can ever reach my soul \nBeneath my Father\'s eye ? \n\n3 Whate\'er thy holy will denies, \n\nI calmly would resign ; \nFor thou art good, and just, and wise : \nO, bend my will to thine. \n\n4 Whate\'er thy sacred will ordains, \n\nO, give me strength to bear ; \nAnd let me know my Father reigns, \nAnd trust his tender care. \n\n178. 8s. Hart. \n\nOur God forever and ever. \n\n1 THIS God is the God we adore, \n\nOur faithful, unchangeable Friend, \nWhose love is as large as his power, \nAnd neither knows measure nor end. \n\n2 \'Tis Jesus, the first and the last, \n\nWhose Spirit shall guide us safe home ; \nWe\'ll praise him for all that is past, \nAnd trust him for all that\'s to come. \n\nI.79* C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDivine Goodness in moderating Afflictions. \n\n1 GREAT Ruler of all nature\'s frame, \n\nWe own thy power divine ; \nWe hear thy breath in every storm, \nFor all the winds are thine. \n\n2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, \n\nThey work thy sovereign will ; \nAnd awed by thy majestic voice, \nConfusion shall be still. \n\n3 Thy mercy tempers every blast \n\nTo them that seek thy face, \nAnd mingles with the tempest\'s roar \nThe whispers of thy grace. \n\n93 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, \nTill all the tumult cease 5 \nAnd gales of Paradise shall lull \nMy weary soul to peace. \n\n18\xc2\xae. C. M. Anon. \n\nGod our Safety, \n\n1 JEHOVAH lives, and be his name \n\nBy every heart adored ; \nFrom age to age he is the same \nThe only God and Lord. \n\n2 He is our rock when troubles rise, \n\nAnd storms and tempests lower ; \nHe rides triumphant in the skies, \nAnd saves us by his power. \n\n3 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; \n\nWe give Jehovah praise ; \nLift up our hearts, and holy songs \nTo our deliverer raise. \n\n4 He saves from danger, death, and hell, \n\nFrom fear, distress, and harm ; \nMakes every soul in safety dwell, \nFor mighty is Ms arm. \n\n181. C. M. DOANE. \n\nNone but God. \n\n1 LORD, should we leave thy hallowed feet, \n\nTo whom should we repair ? \nWhere else such holy comforts meet, \nAs spring eternal there ? \n\n2 Earth has no fount of true delight, \n\nNo pure, perennial stream ; \nAnd sorrow\'s storm, and death\'s long night, \nObscure life\'s brightest beam. \n\n3 Unmingled joys \'tis thine to give, \n\nAnd undecaying peace ; \nFor thou canst teach us so to live, \nThat life shall never cease. \n94 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n4 Thou only canst the cheering words \nOf endless life supply, \nAnointed of the Lord of lords, \nThe Son of God most high. \n\n182. S. M. Watts. \nMercy of God to Soul and Body, \n\n1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul ; \n\nLet all within me join, \nAnd aid my tongue to bless his name, \nWhose favors are divine. \n\n2 O, bless the Lord, my soul ; \n\nNor let his mercies lie \nForgotten in unthankfulness, \nAiid without praises die. \n\n3 \'Tis he forgives thy sins ; \n\n\'Tis he relieves thy pain ; \n\'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, \nAnd gives thee strength again. \n\n4 He crowns thy life with love, \n\nWhen ransomed from the grave ; \nHe, who redeemed my soul from hell, \nHath sovereign power to save. \n\n5 He fills the poor with good ; \n\nHe gives the sufferers rest : \nThe Lord hath judgments for the proud, \nAnd justice for tjr oppressed. \n\n6 His wondrous works and ways \n\nHe made by Moses known, \nBut sent the world his truth and grace \nBy his beloved Son. \n\n183. S. M. Watts \n\nGreatness of God\'s Mercy. \n\n1 MY soul, repeat his praise \n\nWhose mercies are so great, \nWhose anger is so slow to rise, \nSo ready to abate. \n\n95 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n2 His power subdues our sins, \n\nAnd his forgiving love, \nFar as the east is from the west, \nDoth all our guilt remove. \n\n3 High as the heavens are raised \n\nAbove the ground we tread, \nSo far the riches of his grace \nOur highest thoughts exceed. \n\n184. S. M. Watts. \n\nKindness to our Frailty. \n\n1 THE pity of the Lord, \n\nTo those that fear his name, \n\nIs such as tender parents feel ; \n\nHe knows our feeble frame. \n\n2 He knows we are but dust, \n\nScattered with every breath ; \nHis anger, like a rising wind, \nCan send us swift to death. \n\n3 Our days are as the grass, \n\nOr like the morning flower ; \nWhen blasting winds sweep o\'er the field, \nIt withers in an horn*. \n\n4 But thy compassions, Lord, \n\nTo endless years endure ; \nAnd children\'s children ever find \nThy words of promise sure. \n\nISO. L. M. DoDDRIDGF, \n\nGod\'s Goodness to the Children of Men. \n\n1 YE sons of men, with joy record \nThe various wonders of the Lord; \nAnd let his power and goodness sound \nThrough all your tribes, the earth around. \n\n2 Let the high heavens your songs invite, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThose spacious fields of brilliant light, \nWhere sun, and moon, and planets roll, \nAnd stars that glow from pole to pole. \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n3 But, O, that brighter world above, \nWhere lives and reigns incarnate Love ! \nGod\'s only Son, in flesh arrayed, \n\nFor man a bleeding victim made. \n\n4 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar ; \nThere, in the land of praise, adore ; \nThe theme demands an angel\'s lay, \nDemands an everlasting day. \n\n186. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Goodness and Mercy of God celebrated. \n\n1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God ; \n\nCall home thy thoughts, that rove abroad ; \nLet all the powers within me join \nIn work and worship so divine. \n\n2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; \nHis favors claim thy highest praise ; \nLet not the wonders he hath wrought \nBe lost in silence, and forgot. \n\n3 \'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son \n\nTo die for crimes which thou hast done : \nHe owns the ransom, and forgives \nThe hourly follies of our lives. \n\n4 Let every land his power confess ; \nLet all the earth adore his grace : \n\nMy heart and tongue, with rapture, join \nIn work and worship so divine. \n\n187. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Goodness. \n\n1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace, \n\nMy God, my heavenly King ; \nLet age to age thy righteousness \nIn songs of glory sing. \n\n2 God reigns on high, but ne\'er confines \n\nHis goodness to the skies ; \nThrough all the earth his bounty shines, \nAnd every want supplies. \n5 97 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. \n\n3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! \n\nHow slow thine anger moves ! \nBut soon he sends his pardoning word, \nTo cheer the souls he loves. \n\n4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, \n\nMy God, my heavenly King ; \nLet age to age thy righteousness \nIn songs of glory sing. \n\n188. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod all in all. \n\n1 MY God, my portion, and my love, \n\nMy everlasting all, \nFve none but thee in heaven above, \nOr on this earthly ball. \n\n2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, \n\nIf once compared to thee ! \nOr what\'s my safety, or my health, \nOr all my friends, to me ? \n\n3 Were I possessor of the earth, \n\nAnd called the stars my own, \nWithout thy graces, and thyself \n1 were a wretch undone. \n\n4 Let others stretch their arms like seas, \n\nAnd grasp in all the shore ; \nGrant me the visits of thy grace, \nAnd I desire no more. \n\nlo*J* S. M. Beddoiwe* \n\nDaily Mercies. \n\n1 GOD is the fountain whence \n\nTen thousand blessings flow ; \nTo him my life, my health, and friends, \nAdid every good, I owe. \n\n2 The comforts he affords \n\nAre neither few nor small ; \nHe is the source of fresh delights, \nMy portion and my all. \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO MIS CREATURES. \n\n3 He fills my heart with joy, \nMy lips attunes for praise ; \nAnd to his glory I\'ll devote \nThe remnant of my days. \n\nIS\xc2\xa9. C. M. HERVE7. \n\nGod our Wisdom. \n\n1 SINCE all the varying scenes of time \n\nGod\'s watchful eye surveys, \nO, who so wise to choose our lot, \nOr to appoint our ways ! \n\n2 Good when he gives, \xe2\x80\x94 supremely good, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nNor less when he denies ; \nE\'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, \nAre blessings in disguise. \n\n3 Why should we doubt a Father\'s love, \n\nSo constant and so kind ? \n\nTo his unerring, gracious will \n\nBe every wish resigned. \n\n4 In thy fair book of life divine, \n\nMy God, inscribe my name ; \nThere let it fill some humble place, \nBeneath my Lord, the Lamb. \n\n191. S. M. Watts. \n\nAbba, Father. \n\n1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace \n\nThe Father has bestowed \nOn sinners of a mortal race, \nTo call them sons of God 1 \n\n2 Nor doth it yet appear \n\nHow great we must be made ; \nBut when we see our Saviour here, \nWe shall be like our Head. \n\n3 A hope so much divine \n\nMay trials well endure ; \nMay purify our souls from sin, \nAs Christ, the Lord, is pure. \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 If in my Father\'s love \n\nI share a filial part, \nSend down thy Spirit, like a dove, \nTo rest upon my heart \n\n5 We would no longer lie \n\nLike slaves beneath the throne ; \nOur faith shall Abba, Father, cry, \nAnd thou the kindred own. \n\n192. L. M. Watts. \nRecognizing God as a Father, \n\n1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; \n\nThou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; \nThe glories that compose thy name \nStand all engaged to make me blest. \n\n2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, \n\nThou art my Father and my God ; \nAnd I am thine, by sacred ties, \n\nThy son, thy servant, bought with blood. \n\n3 With early feet I love t\' appear \n\nAmong thy saints, and seek thy face ; \nCMl have I seen thy glory there, \nAnd felt the power of sovereign grace. \n\n4 I\'ll lift my hands, I\'ll raise my voice, \n\nWhile I have breath to pray or praise ; \nThis work shall make my heart rejoice, \nAnd bless the remnant of my days. \n\n193. C. M. Tate & Brady. \nSecurity in God. \n\n1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, \n\nIn trouble and hi joy, \nThe praises of my God shall still \nMy heart and tongue employ. \n\n2 The hosts of God encamp around \n\nThe dwellings of the just; \nDeliverance he affords to all \n\nWho make his name their trust. \n\n100 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n3 O, make but trial of his love, \n\nExperience will decide \nHow blest are they, and only they, \nWho in his truth confide. \n\n4 Fear him, ye saints, and you wdl then \n\nHave nothing else to fear ; \nMake you his service your delight, \nHe\'ll make your wants his care. \n\n194L 7s & 6s. Montgomery. \n\nConfidence in God. \n\n1 GOD is my strong salvation ; \n\nWhat foe have I to fear ? \nIn darkness and temptation, \n\nMy light, my help, is near : \nThough hosts encamp around me, \n\nFirm hi the fight I stand ; \nWhat terror can confound me, \n\nWith God at my right hand ? \n\n2 Place on the Lord reliance ; \n\nMy soul, with courage wait ; \nHis truth be thine affiance, \n\nWhen faint and desolate ; \nHis might thy heart shall strengthen, \n\nHis love thy joy increase ; \nMercy thy days shall lengthen ; \n\nThe Lord will give thee peace. \n\n195. S. M. Watts. \n\nGod our Shepherd. \nJ THE Lord my Shepherd is ; \n1 shall be well supplied : \nSince he is mine, and I am his, \nWhat can I want beside ? \n\n2 He leads me to the place \n\nWhere heavenly pasture grows, \nWhere living waters gently pass, \nAnd full salvation flows. \n\n3 If e\'er I go astray, \n\nHe doth my soul reclaim, \nAnd guides me, in his own right way, \nFor his most holy name. \n\n101 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD, \n\n4 While he affords his aid, \n\nI cannot yield to fear ; \nTho\' 1 should walk thro\' death\'s dark shade, \nMy Shepherd \'s with me there. \n\n5 In sight of all my foes, \n\nThou dost my table spread ; \nMy cup with blessiugs overflows, \nAnd joy exalts my head. \n\n6 The bounties of thy love \n\nShall crown my future days ; \n\nNor from thy house will I remove, \n\nNor cease to speak thy praise. \n\n196. H. M. CONDER. \n\nGod our Shepherd. \n\n1 THE Lord my Shepherd is, \nAnd he my soul will keep ; \nHe knoweth who are his, \n\nAnd watcheth o\'er his sheep ; \n\nAway with every anxious fear ; \n\n1 cannot want while he is near. \n\n2 His wisdom doth provide \n\nThe pasture where 1 feed ; \nWhere silent waters glide \n\nAlong the quiet mead, \nHe leads my feet ; and when I roam, \nO\'ertakes and brings the wanderer home. \n\n3 He leads himself the way \n\nHis faithful flock should take : \nThem who his voice obey, \n\nHis love will ne\'er forsake ; \nAnd surely truth and mercy will \nAttend me on my journey still. \n\n4 Let me but feel him near, \n\nDeath\'s gloomy pass in view, \nI\'ll walk without a fear \n\nThe shaded valley through ; \nWith rod and staff, my Shepherd\'s care \nWill guide my steps and guard me there. \n102 \n\n\n\nWITH REFERENCE TO HIS CREATURES. \n\n1&7. L. M. 6l. Addison. \n\nJehovah the Shepherd of his People. \n\n1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, \nAnd feed me with a shepherd\'s care ; \nHis presence shall my wants supply, \nAnd guard me with a watchful eye ; \nMy noonday walks he shall attend, \nAnd all my midnight hours defend. \n\n2 When in the sultry glehe I faint, \nOr on the thirsty mountain pant, \nTo fertile vales and dewy meads \nMy weary, wandering steps he leads, \nWhere peaceful rivers, soft and slow, \nAmid the verdant landscape flow. \n\n3 Though in the paths of death I tread, \nWith gloomy horrors overspread, \nMy steadfast heart shall fear no ill, \nFor thou, O Lord, art with me still : \nThy friendly rod shall give me aid, \n\nAnd guide me through the dreadful shade. \n\n4 Though in a bare and rugged way, \nThrough devious, lonely wilds I stray, \nThy presence shall my pains beguile ; \nThe barren wilderness shall smile, \n\nWith sudden greens and herbage crowned, \nAnd streams shall murmur all around. \n\n198. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe watchful Shepherd. \n\n1 MY Shepherd will supply my need ; \n\nJehovah is his name ; \nIn pastures fresh he makes me feed, \nBeside the living stream. \n\n2 He brings my wandering spirit back \n\nWhen I forsake his ways, \nAnd leads me, for his mercy\'s sake, \nIn paths of truth and grace. \n\n3 When I walk through the shades of death, \n\nThy presence is my stay ; \nA word of thy supporting breath \nDrives all my fears away. \n\n103 \n\n\n\nACTS AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. \n\n4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, \n\nDoth still my table spread ; \nMy cup with blessings overflows ; \nThine oil anoints my head. \n\n5 The sure provisions of my God, \n\nAttend me all my days ; \nO, may thine house be mine abode, \nAnd all my works be praise. \n\n6 There would I find a settled rest, \n\nWhile others go and come \xe2\x80\x94 \nNo more a stranger or a guest, \nBut like a child at home. \n\n199. L. M. Watts, \n\nTJie faithful Shepkerd. \n\n1 THOUGH I walk through the gloomy vale, \n\nWhere death and all its terrors are, \nMy heart and hope shall never fail, \n\nFor God my Shepherd \'s with me there. \n\n2 Amid the darkness and the deeps, \n\nThou art my comfort, thou my stay ; \nThy staff supports my feeble steps, \nThy rod directs my doubtful way. \n\n300\xc2\xbb lis. Montgomery. \n\nThe Care of the good Shepherd. \n\n1 THE Lord is my Shepherd ; no want shall I know ; \nI feed in green pastures, safe folded to rest ; \n\nHe leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, \nRestores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. \n\n2 Thro\' the valley and shadow of death though I stray, \nSince thou art my Guardian, no evil 1 fear ; \n\nThy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ; \nNo harm can befall with my Comforter near. \n\n3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ; \nWith blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o\'er ; \nWith oil and perfume thou anointest my head ; \nO, what shall 1 ask of thy providence more ? \n\n104 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n\n\nLet goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, \nStill follow my steps, till I meet thee above ; \nI seek, by the path which my forefathers trod \nThro\' the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love* \n\n\n\nCHRIST, \n\n\n\nSOI. 8s&7s. Cawood. \n\nThe Song of Angels, \n\n1 HAUK ! what mean those holy voices, \n\nSweetly sounding through the skies ? \nLo ! th\' angelic host rejoices ; \nHeavenly hallelujahs rise. \n\n2 Hear them tell the wondrous story ; \n\nHear them chant, in hymns of joy, \n" Glory in the highest \xe2\x80\x94 glory ! \nGlory be to God most high ! \n\n3 " Peace on earth, good- will from heaven, \n\nReaching far as man is found, \nSouls redeemed, and sins forgiven," \nLoud our golden harps shall sound. \n\n4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; \n\nHeaven and earth his praises sing ; \nO, receive whom God appointed, \nFor your Prophet, Priest, and King." \n\n5 Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ; \n\nLearn his name, and taste his joy ; \nTill in heaven ye sing before him, \n" Glory be to God most high ! " \n\nSOS. lis & 10s. Heber. \n\nThe Infant Saviour. \n\nBRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, \nDawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; \n\nStar of the east, the horizon adorning, \nGuide where the infant Redeemer is laid. \n\n105 \n\n\n\nCHItEST. \n\n2 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; \n\nLow lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ; \nAngels adore him, in slumber reclining, \nMaker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all. \n\n3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, \n\nOdors of Eden and offerings divine ? \nGems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, \nMyrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? \n\ni Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; \n\nVainly with gifts would his favor secure \nRicher by far is the heart\'s adoration ; \nDearer to God are the prayers of the poor. \n\n\xc2\xa3\xc2\xa93. H. M. Reed\'s Col, \n\nJoy at ImmanueVs Birth, \n\n1 HARK ! hark ! the notes of joy \n\nRoll o\'er the heavenly plains, \nAnd seraphs find employ \n\nFor their sublimest strains : \nSome new delight in heaven is known ; \nLoud sound the harps around the throne. \n\n2 Hark ! hark ! the sounds draw nigh ; \n\nThe joyful hosts descend ; \nThe Lord forsakes the sky ; \n\nTo earth his footsteps bend : \nHe comes to bless our fallen race ; \nHe comes with messages of grace. \n\n3 Bear, bear the tidings round ; \n\nLet every mortal know \nWhat love in God is found, \n\nWhat pity he can show : \nYe winds that blow, ye waves that roll, \nConvey the news from pole to pole. \n\n4 Strike, strike the harps again, \n\nTo great Immanuel\'s name ; \nArise, ye sons of men, \n\nAnd all his grace proclaim : \nAngels and men, wake every string : \nTis God the Saviour\'s praise we sing. \n106 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n304:* 8s, 7s, & 4. Montgomery \n\nCall to worship the new-born Saviour. \n\n1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory, \n\nWing your flight o\'er all the earth ; \nYe, who sang creation\'s story, \n\nNow proclaim Messiah\'s birth : \nCome and worship \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWorship Christ, the new-born King. \n\n2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, \n\nWatching o\'er your flocks by night, \nGod with man is now residing ; \n\nYonder shines the heavenly light : \nCome and worship \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWorship Christ, the new-born King. \n\n3 Saints, before the altar bending, \n\nWatching long in hope and fear. \nSuddenly the Lord, descending, \n\nIn his temple shall appeal* : \nCome and worship \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWorship Cln-ist, the new-born King. \n\n4 Sinners, bowed in true repentance, \n\nDoomed for guilt to endless pains, \nJustice now revokes the sentence ; \n\nMercy calls you ; break your chains : \nCome and worship \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWorship Christ, the new-born King. \n\n2\xc2\xa95. C. M. E. H. Sears. \n\nA joyous Event \n\n1 CALM on the listening ear of night \n\nCome heaven\'s melodious strains, \nWhere wild Judea stretches far \nHer silver-mantled plains. \n\n2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, \n\nShed sacred glories there, \nAnd angels, with their sparkling lyres, \nMake music on the air. \n\n3 The joyous hills of Palestine \n\nSend back the glad reply, \nAnd greet, from all their holy heights, \nThe dayspring from on high. \n\n107 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 O\'er the blue depths of Galilee \n\nThere comes a holier calm, \nAnd Sharon waves, in sole ma praise. \nHer silent groves of palm. \n\n5 " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies \n\nAloud with anthems ring ; \n" Peace to the earth, good- will to men, \nFrom heaven\'s eternal King ! " \n\n206. H. M. Salisbury Col. \nThe Song of Angels. \n\n1 HARK ! what celestial sounds, \n\nWhat music fills the air ! \nSoft warbling to the morn, \n\nIt strikes the ravished ear: \nNow all is still ; I In tuneful notes, \n\nNow wild it floats | Loud, sweet, and sin-ill. \n\n2 Th\' angelic hosts descend, \n\nWith harmony divine : \nSee how from heaven they bend, \n\nAnd in full chorus join : \n" Fear not," say they ; I Jesus, your King, \n" Great joy we bring : | Is born to-day." \n\n3 He comes, your souls to save \n\nFrom death\'s eternal gloom ; \nTo realms of bliss and light \n\nHe lifts you from the tomb : \nYour voices raise, I Your songs unite \nWith sons of light ; j Of endless praise. \n\n4 Glory to God on high ! \n\nYe mortals, spread the sound, \nAnd let your raptures fly \n\nTo earth\'s remotest bound ; \nFor peace on earth, I To man is given, \nFrom God in heaven, | At Jesus\' birth. \n\n207. 7s. Rippon\'s Col. \n\nSong of the Angels. \n1 HARK ! the herald angels sing, \n" Glory to the new-born King ; \nPeace on earth, and mercy mild ; \nGod and sinners reconciled." \n108 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; \nJoin the triumph of the sides ; \nWith th\' angelic host proclaim, \n" Christ is born in Bethlehem." \n\n3 See, he lays his glory by, \nBorn, that man no more may die ; \nBorn to raise the sons of earth ; \nBorn to give them second birth. \n\n4 Hail, the holy Prince of Peace ! \nHail, the Sun of Righteousness! \nLight and life to all he brings, \nRisen with healing hi his wings. \n\n5 Let us, then, with angels sing, \n" Glory to the new-born King ; \nPeace on earth and mercy mild ; \nGod and sinners reconciled." \n\nS\xc2\xa9\xc2\xa7. S. M. Watts. \n\nThe Nativity of Christ. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the grace appears, \n\nThe blessing promised long ; \nAngels announce the Saviour near, \nIn this triumphant song : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 " Glory to God on high, \n\nAnd heavenly peace on earth ; \nGood- will to men, to angels joy, \nAt the Redeemer\'s birth." \n\n3 In worship so divine \n\nLet men employ their tongues; \nWith the celestial host we join, \nAnd loud repeat then songs : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 " Glory to God on high, \n\nAnd heavenly peace on earth ; \nGood-will to men, to angels joy, \nAt our Redeemer\'s birth." \n\nS09. 8s & 7s. Epis. Col. \n\nChrist welcomed as a Saviour. \n1 HAIL, thou long-expected Jesus, \nBorn to set thy people free ! \nFrom our sins and fears release us ; \nLet us find our rest in thee. \n\n109 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n2 Israel\'s strength and consolation, \n\nHope of all the saints, thou art ; \nLong desired of every nation, \nJoy of every waiting heart. \n\n3 Born thy people to deliver, \n\nBorn a child, yet God our King, \nBorn to reign hi us forever, \n\nNow thy gracious kingdom bring. \n\n4 By thine own eternal Spirit, \n\nRule in all our hearts alone ; \nBy thine all-sufficient merit, \nRaise us to thy glorious throne. \n\nSIO. C. M. Steele. \n\nHumiliation of Christ. \n\n1 AND did the holy and the just, \n\nThe Sovereign of the skies, \nStoop down to wretchedness and dust, \nThat guilty man might rise ? \n\n2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, \n\nHis radiant throne on high, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSurprising mercy ! love unknown ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo suffer, bleed, and (he. \n\n3 He took the dying traitor\'s place, \n\nAnd suffered in his stead ; \nFor sinful man, \xe2\x80\x94 O, wondrous grace ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nFor sinful man he bled. \n\n4 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell \n\nIn thine atoning blood ! \nBy this are sinners saved from hell, \nAnd rebels brought to God. \n\n31 !\xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDesign of Christ\'s Advent. \n\n1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, \nThe Saviour promised long! \nLet every heart prepare a throne, \nAnd every voice a song, \nno \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n2 He comes, the prisoner to release, \n\nIn Satan\'s bondage held ; \nThe gates of brass before him burst, \nThe iron fetters yield. \n\n3 He comes, from thickest films of vice \n\nTo clear the mental ray, \nAnd on the eyes oppressed with night \nTo pour celestial day. \n\n4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, \n\nThe bleeding soul to cure, \nAnd, with the treasures of his grace, \nEnrich the humble poor. \n\n5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, \n\nThy welcome shall proclaim, \nAnd heaven\'s eternal arches ring \nWith thy beloved name. \n\n212. L. M. Watts. \n\nObject of Christ\'s Advent, \n\n1 NOT to condemn the sons of men, \n\nDid Christ, the Son of God, appear ; \nNo weapons in his hands are seen, \nNo flaming sword nor thunder there. \n\n2 Such was the pity of our God, \n\nHe loved the race of man so well, \nHe sent his Son to bear our load \n\nOf sins, and save our souls from hell. \n\n3 Sinners, believe the Saviour\'s word ; \n\nTrust in his mighty name, and live ; \nA thousand joys his lips afford, \nHis hands a thousand blessings give. \n\n213. C. M. Watts. \n\nEffects of the Mission of Christ. \n\n1 JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ! \nLet earth receive her King; \nLet every heart prepare him room, \nAnd heaven and nature sing, \nill \n\n\n\nCHItfST. \n\n2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ! \n\nLet men their songs employ ; \nWhile fields, and floods, rocks, Mils, and plains. \nRepeat the sounding joy. \n\n3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, \n\nNor thorns infest the ground ; \nHe comes to make his blessings flow \nFar as the curse is found. \n\n4 He rules the world with truth and grace, \n\nAnd makes the nations prove \nThe glories of his righteousness, \nAnd wonders of his love. \n\n214. C. M. Watts. \n\nChrist\'s first and second Coining. \n\n1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands, \n\nYe tribes of every tongue ; \nHis new-discovered grace demands \nA new and nobler song. \n\n2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, \n\nGod\'s own Almighty Son ; \nHis power the sinking world sustains, \nAnd grace surrounds his throne. \n\n3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day ; \n\nJoy through the earth be seen ; \nLet cities shine in bright array, \nAnd fields in cheerful green. \n\n4 Let new seraphic joy surprise \n\nThe islands of the sea ; \nYe mountains, sink ; ye valleys, rise ; \nPrepare the Lord his way. \n\n5 Behold, he comes ! he comes to bless \n\nThe nations, as their God, \nTo show the world his righteousness, \nAnd send his truth abroad. \n\n6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, \n\nAnd bid the world draw near, \nHow will the guilty nations dread \nTo see their Judge appear ! \n\n112 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\nS15. S. M. Nee dhabi. \n\nChrist the Light of the World. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the Prince of Peace, \n\nThe chosen of the Lord, \nGod\'s well-beloved Son, fulfils \nThe sure, prophetic word. \n\n2 No royal pomp adorns \n\nThis King of righteousness ; \nAnd meekness, patience, truth, and love, \nCompose his princely dress. \n\n3 The Spirit of the Lord, \n\nIn rich abundance shed, \nOn this great Prophet gently lights, \nAnd rests upon his head. \n\n4 He is the Light of men ; \n\nHis doctrine life imparts ; \nO, may we feel its quickening power \nTo warm and cheer our hearts. \n\n216. C. M. Watts. \n\nChrist the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood, \n\n1 THE true Messiah now appears ; \n\nThe types are all withdrawn : \nSo fly the shadows and the stars \nBefore the rising dawn. \n\n2 The smoking sweet and bleeding lamb, \n\nThe kid and bullock slain, \n\nAnd costly sjjice, of every name, \n\nWould all be burnt in vain. \n\n3 Aaron must lay his robes away, \n\nHis mitre and his vest, \nWhen Christ, the Lord, comes down to be \nThe offering and the priest. \n\n4 He took our mortal flesh, to show \n\nThe wonders of his love ; \nFor us he paid his life below, \nAnd prays for us above. \n\n5 " Forgive," he cries, " forgive their sins, \n\nFor I myself have died ;" \nAnd then he shows his opened veins, \nAnd pleads his wounded side. \n5* 113 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n217. C. M. C. Wesley. \nA Light to lighten the Gentiles. \n\n1 THE race that long in darkness pined \n\nHave seen a glorious light ; \nThe people dwell in day, who dwelt \nIn death\'s surrounding night. \n\n2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, \n\nThe gathering nations come, \nWith joy, as when the reapers bear \nThe harvest treasures home. \n\n3 To us a Child of hope is born, \n\nTo us a Son is given ; \nAnd him shall all the earth obey, \nAnd all the hosts of heaven. \n\n4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, \n\nForevermore adored, \nThe Wonderful, the Counsellor, \nThe great and mighty Lord. \n\n5 His power increasing still shall spread ; \n\nHis reign no end shall know ; \nHis throne shall justice guard above, \nAnd peace abound below \n\n218. C. M. Curtis\'s Col, \nMiracles of Christ. \n\n1 AND didst thou, Jesus, condescend, \n\nWhen veiled in human clay, \nTo heal the sick, the lame, the blind, \nAnd drive disease away ? \n\n2 Didst thou regard the beggar\'s cry, \n\nAnd cause the blind to see ? \nThou Son of David, hear \xe2\x80\x94 O, hear \xe2\x80\x94 \nHave mercy, too, on me. \n\n3 And didst thou pity mortal woe, \n\nAnd sight and health restore ? \n\nO, pity, Lord, and save my soul, \n\nWhich needs thy mercy more. \n\n4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise, \n\nWhen sinking in the wave ? \nI perish. Lord ; O, save my soul ; \nFor thou alone canst save. \n\n114 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n319. L. M. W. B. Tappan. \n\nChrist in Gethsemane. \n\n1 \'TIS midnight ; and on Olive\'s brow \n\nThe star is dimmed that lately shone ; \n\'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, \nThe suffering Saviour prays alone. \n\n2 \'Tis midnight ; and, from all removed, \n\nThe Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; \nE\'en that disciple whom he loved \nHeeds not his Master\'s grief and tears. \n\n3 \'Tis midnight; and for others\' guilt \n\nThe man of sorrows weeps in blood ; \nYet he that hath in anguish knelt \nIs not forsaken by his God. \n\n4 \'Tis midnight ; and from ether plains \n\nIs borne the song that angels know ; \nUnheard by mortals are the strains \nThat sweetly soothe the Saviour\'s woe. \n\n2^\xc2\xa9. 8s & 6. S. F. Smith. \n\nThe Prayer of Agony. \n\n1 BEYOND where Cedron\'s waters flow, \nBehold the suffering Saviour go \n\nTo sad Gethsemane ; \nHis countenance is all divine, \nYet grief appears in every line. \n\n2 He bows beneath the sins of men ; \nHe cries to God, and cries again, \n\nIn sad Gethsemane ; \nHe lifts his mournful eyes above \xe2\x80\x94 \n" My Father, can this cup remove ?" \n\n3 With gentle resignation still, \nHe yielded to his Father\'s will, \n\nIn sad Gethsemane ; \n" Behold me here, thine only Son ; \nAnd, Father, let thy will be done." \n\n4 The Father heard ; and angels, there, \nSustained the Son of God in prayer, \n\nIn sad Gethsemane ; \nHe drank the dreadful cup of pain \xe2\x80\x94 \nThen rose to life and joy again. \n115 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, \nAnd scenes of anguish make us weep, \n\nTo sad Gethsemane \nWe\'ll look, and see the Saviour there, \nAnd humbly bow, like him, hi prayer. \n\n831, C. M. Haweis. \n\nAgony in the Garden. \n\n1 DARK was the night, and cold the ground \n\nOn which the Lord was laid ; \nHis sweat like drops of blood ran down ; \nIn agony he prayed, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 " Father, remove this bitter cup, \n\nIf such thy sacred will ; \nIf not, content to drink it up, \nThy pleasure I fulfil." \n\n3 Go to the garden, sinner ; see \n\nThose precious drops that flow ; \nThe heavy load he bore for thee ; \nFor thee he lies so low. \n\n4 Then learn of him the cross to bear ; \n\nThy Father\'s will obey ; \nAnd, when temptations press thee near, \nAwake to watch and pray. \n\n222. C. H. M. Hemans, \n\nThe Agony in Gethsemane. \n\n1 HE knelt ; the Saviour knelt and prayed, \n\nWhen but his Father\'s eye \nLooked, through the lonely garden\'s shade, \n\nOn that dread agony : \nThe Lord of all above, beneath, \nWas bowed with sorrow unto death. \n\n2 The sun went down hi fearful hour ; \n\nThe heavens might well grow dim. \nWhen this mortality had power \n\nTo thus o\'ershadow him ; \nThat he who gave man\'s breath might know \nThe very depths of human woe. \n116 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 He knew them all, \xe2\x80\x94 the doubt 3 the strife, \n\nThe faint, perplexing dread ; \nThe mists that hang o\'er parting life \n\nAll darkened round his head ; \nAnd the Deliverer knelt to pray ; \nYet passed it not, that cup, away. \n\n4 It passed not, though the stormy wave \n\nHad sunk beneath his tread ; \nIt passed not, though to him the grave \n\nHad yielded up its dead ; \nBut there was sent him, from on high, \nA gift of strength, for man to die. \n\n5 And was his mortal hour beset \n\nWith anguish and dismay ? \nHow may we meet our conflict yet \n\nIn the dark, narrow way ? \nHow, but through him that path who trod ? \n" Save, or we perish, Son of God." \n\nSS3. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nChrist on the Cross. \n\n1 BEHOLD th\' amazing sight, \n\nThe Saviour lifted high ; \nBehold the Son of God\'s delight \nExpire in agony. \n\n2 For whom, for whom, my heart, \n\nWere all these sorrows borne ? \n\nWhy did he feel that painful smart, \n\nAnd meet that various scorn ? \n\n3 For us he hung and bled, \n\nFor us in torture died ; \n\'Twas love that bowed his fainting head, \nAnd oped his gushing side. \n\n4 I see, and I adore \n\nIn sympathy of love ; \nI feel the strong, attractive power \nTo lift my soul above. \n\n5 Drawn by such cords as these, \n\nLet all the earth combine, \nWith cheerful ardor, to confess \nThe energy divine. \n\n117 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n6 In thee our hearts unite, \n\nNor share thy griefs alone, \nBut from the cross pursue then* flight \nTo thy triumphant throne. \n\n234. C. M e Percy Chapel Col \n\nChrist on the Cross. \n\n1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind \n\nUpon the shameful tree : \nHow great the love that him inclined \nTo bleed and die for me i \n\n2 "My God," he cries ; all nature shakes, \n\nAnd earth\'s strong pillars bend ; \nThe gate of death in sunder breaks $ \nThe solid marbles rend. \n\n3 " \'Tis finished ; now the ransom\'s paid ; \n\nReceive my soul," he cries ; \n\nBehold, he bows his sacred head ; \n\nHe bows his head, and dies ! \n\n4 But soon he\'ll break death\'s tyrant chain, \n\nAnd in full glory shine : \nO Lamb of God, was ever pain, \nWas ever love, like thine ? \n\n225. 8s, 7s, & 4. Francis. \n\nTlie expiring Saviour. \n\n1 HARK ! the voice of love and mercy \n\nSounds aloud from Calvary : \nSee! it rends the rocks asunder, \nShakes the earth, and veils the sky : \n\n"It is finished!" \nHear the dying Saviour cry. \n\n2 " It is finished ! " \xe2\x80\x94 O, what pleasure \n\nDo these charming words afford ! \nHeavenly blessings, without measure, \nFlow to us through Christ the Lord: \n\n"It is finished!" \nSaints, the dying words record. \n118 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; \nJoin to sing the pleasing theme : \nAll in earth and heaven uniting, \nJoin to praise Immanuel\'s name : \n\nHallelujah! \nGlory to the bleeding Lamb ! \n\n226. L. M. Steele. \nA dying Saviour. \n\n1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies , \nHark ! his expiring groans arise ; \n\nSee, from his hands, his feet, his side, \nDescends the sacred, crimson tide. \n\n2 And didst thou bleed ? \xe2\x80\x94 for sinners bleed ? \nAnd could the sun behold the deed ? \n\nNo ; he withdrew his cheering ray, \nAnd darkness veiled the mourning day. \n\n3 Can 1 survey this scene of woe, \nWhere mingling grief and mercy flow, \nAnd yet my heart so hard remain, \xe2\x80\x94 \nUnmoved by either love or pain ! \n\n4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, \nTo warm this cold, this stupid heart, \nTill all its powers and passions move \nin melting grief and ardent love. \n\n227. 8s & 7s. Bickersteth\'s Col. \nSufferings of Christ. \n\n1 "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted," \n\nLo, he dies upon the tree : \n\'Tis the Christ by man rejected ; \nYes, believers, \xe2\x80\x94 yes, \'tis he. \n\n2 \'Tis the long-expected Saviour, \n\nDavid\'s Son and David\'s Lord, \nSacrificed to bring us favor ; \n\'Tis a true and faithful word. \n\n3 Tell us, ye who heard him groaning, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWas there ever grief like his ? \nFriends through fear his cause disowning, \nFoes insulting his distress. \n\n119 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 Many hands conspired to wound him ; \n\nNone would interpose to save ; \nBut the heaviest stroke that found him \nWas the stroke that justice gave. \n\n5 Mark the sacrifice appointed ; \n\nSee \xe2\x80\x94 who bears the awful load ? \n"Tis the Word, the Lord\'s Anointed, \nSon of man and Son of God. \n\n6 Lamb of God, for sinners wounded, \n\nSacrifice which cancels guilt, \nNone shall ever be confounded \n\nWho on thee their hopes have built \n\n228. 7s & 4, G. E. Head. \n\nCalvary. \n\n1 HARK ! from yonder mount arise \nNotes of sadness \xe2\x80\x94 Jesus dies ! \nOn the cross the Lord of lords \nLove for guilty man records ; \n\nSinner, sinner, \nHear your dying Saviour\'s words. \n\n2 " Mortal, for your guilt I die, \xe2\x80\x94 \nGuilt that dared your God defy ; \nBlood for you I freely give ; \nDeath 1 taste that you may live ; \n\nWill you, sinner, \nFree salvation now receive ? " \n\n229. C. M. Epis. Col. \n\nDeath on the Cross. \n\n1 FROM whence these direful omens round, \n\nWhich heaven and earth amaze ? \nAnd why do earthquakes cleave the ground? \nWhy hides the sun his rays ? \n\n2 Well may the earth astonished shake, \n\nAnd nature sympathize, \nThe sun, as darkest night, be black; \nTheir Maker, Jesus, dies ! \n\n3 Beli old, fast streaming from the tree, \n\nHis all-atoning blood : \nIs this the Infinite ? \'tis he, \nMy Saviour and my God. \n120 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 For me these pangs his soul assail \n\nFor me this death is borne ; \nMy sins gave sharpness to the nail, \nAnd pointed eveiy thorn. \n\n5 Let sin no more my soul enslave ; \n\nBreak, Lord, its tyrant chain ; \nO, save me, whom thou cam\'st to save, \nNor bleed nor die in vain. \n\nSHO L. M. C. Stennett. \n\nChrist expinng upon the Cross, \n\n1 " TIS finished ! " \xe2\x80\x94 so the Saviour cried, \nAnd meekly bowed his head and died : \n? Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 yes, the race is run, \nThe battle fought, the victory won. \n\n2 \'Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 this his dying groan \nShall sins of deepest hue atone, \n\nAnd millions be redeemed from death \nBy Jesus\' last, expiring breath. \n\n3 \'Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 Heaven is reconciled, \nAnd all the powers of darkness spoiled ? \nPeace, love, and happiness, again \nReturn, and dwell with sinful men. \n\n4 \'Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 let the joyful sound \n\nBe heard through all the nations round : \n\'Tis finished ! \xe2\x80\x94 let the triumph rise, \nAnd swell the chorus of the skies. \n\n231. S. M. Watts. \n\nChrist suffering for our Sins. \n\n1 LIKE sheep we went astray, \n\nAnd broke the fold of God, \nEach wandering in a different way, \nBut all the downward road. \n\n2 How dreadful was the hour \n\nWhen God our wanderings laid, \nAnd did at once his vengeance pour, \nUpon the Shepherd\'s head ! \n\n6 ]21 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 How glorious was the grace, \n\nWhen Christ sustained the stroke ! \nHis life and blood the Shepherd pays, \nA ransom for the flock. \n\n4 But God shall raise his head \n\nO\'er all the sons of men, \nAnd let him see a numerous seed, \nTo recompense his pain. \n\n5 " I\'ll give him," saith the Lord, \n\n" A portion with the strong : \n\nHe shall possess a large reward, \n\nAnd hold his honors long." \n\n332. L. M. Watts. \n\nDeath and Resurrection of Christ. \n\n1 HE dies ! \xe2\x80\x94 the Friend of sinners dies ; \n\nLo ! Salem\'s daughters weep around ; \nA solemn darkness veils the skies ; \n\nA sudden trembling shakes the ground. \n\n2 Ye saints, approach ! \xe2\x80\x94 the anguish view \n\nOf him who groans beneath your load ; \nHe gives his precious life for you ; \nFor you he sheds his precious blood. \n\n3 Here\'s love and grief beyond degree ; \n\nThe Lord of glory dies for men ; \nBut, lo ! what sudden joys we see ! \nJesus, the dead, revives again. \n\n4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; \n\nUp to his Father\'s court he flies ; \nCherubic legions guard him home, \nAnd shout him welcome to the skies. \n\n5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell \n\nHow high our great Deliverer reigns; \nSing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, \nAnd led the tyrant Death in chains. \n\n6 Say, " Live forever, glorious King, \n\nBorn to redeem, and strong to save !" \nThen ask, " ( ) Death, where is thy sting ? \nAnd wherj thy victory, boasting Grave?" \n1522 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n233. 7s. Collier. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n\n1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb; \nJesus scatters all its gloom ; \n\nDay of triumph ! through the skies, \nSee the glorious Saviour rise. \n\n2 Ye who are of death afraid, \nTriumph in the scattered shade ; \nDrive your anxious cares away ; \nSee the place where Jesus lay. \n\n3 Christian, dry your flowing tears ; \nChase your unbelieving fears ; \nLook on his deserted grave ; \nDoubt no more his power to save. \n\nS34. 7s. Gibbons. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n\n1 ANGELS, roll the rock away ; \nDeath, yield up thy mighty prey: \nSee ! he rises from the tomb \xe2\x80\x94 \nRises with immortal bloom. \n\n2 \'Tis the Saviour ; seraphs, raise \nYour triumphant shouts of praise ; \nLet the earth\'s remotest bound \nHear the joy-inspiring sound. \n\n3 Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes ; \nNow to glory see him rise ; \nHosts of angels on the road \nHail and sing th\' incarnate God. \n\n4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, \nPraise him with your golden lyres ; \nPraise him in your noblest songs ; \nPraise him from ten thousand tongues. \n\nS35\xc2\xab 7s. Cud worth. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, \nSons of men and angels say ; \nRaise your songs of triumph high ; \nSing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply. \n123 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n2 Love\'s redeeming work is done, \nFought the fight, the battle won ; \nLo ! our Sun\'s eclipse is o\'er; \n\nLo ! he sets in blood no more. \n\n3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal 5 \nChrist hath burst the gates of hell ; \nDeath in vain forbids his rise ; \nChrist hath opened Paradise. \n\n4 Lives again our glorious King ; \nWhere, O Death, is now thy sting ? \nOnce he died our souls to save ; \nWhere thy victory, boasting Grave ? \n\n5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, \nFollowing our exalted Head : \nMade like him, like him we rise ; \nOurs the cross, the grave, the skies. \n\n236c H. M. Doddridge. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n\n1 YES, the Redeemer rose ; \n\nThe Saviour left the dead, \nAnd o\'er our hellish foes \n\nHigh raised his conquering head : \nIn wild dismay, I Fall to the ground, \nThe guards around | And sink away. \n\n2 Behold, th\' angelic bands \n\nIn full assembly meet, \nTo wait his high commands, \n\nAnd worship at his feet : \nWith joy they come, I From realms of day \nAnd whig their way | To Jesus\' tomb. \n\n3 Then back to heaven they fly, \n\nThe joyful news to bear : \nHark ! as they soar on high, \nWhat music fills the air ! \nTheir anthems say, I Hath left the dead ; \nu The Lord, who bled, | He rose to-day." \n124 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, \nRedeemed by him from hell. \nAnd send the echo round \n\nThe globe on which you dwell : \nTransported, cry, I Hath left the dead, \n\n" The Lord, who bled, | No more to die." \n\n237. S. M. Kelly. \nRedemption completed, \n\n1 " THE Lord is risen indeed ;" \n\nHe lives to die no more ; \nHe lives the sinner\'s cause to plead, \nWhose curse and shame he bore. \n\n2 " The Lord is risen indeed ; " \n\nThen hell has lost his prey ; \nWith him is risen the ransomed seed, \nTo reign in endless day. \n\n3 " The Lord is risen indeed ; " \n\nAttending angels, hear ; \nUp to the courts of heaven, with speed, \nThe joyful tidings bear. \n\n4 Then wake your golden lyres, \n\nAnd strike each cheerful chord ; \nJoin, all ye bright, celestial choirs, \nTo sing our risen Lord. \n\n238. L. M. Butcher. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n\n1 HOSANNA ! let us join to sing \nThe glories of our rising King ; \nRecount his deeds of might, and tell \nHow Jesus triumphed when he fell. \n\n2 Soon as the morning\'s early ray \nBrings on the third, th\' appointed day, \nBehold the angel cleave the skies, \nRoll back the stone, and Jesus rise. \n\n3 With strength immortal forth he comes, \nAnd power and life from God resumes ; \nThe days of pain and sorrow past, \n\nHis triumph shall forever last* \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 Hosanna ! sons of men, record \nThe glories of your rising Lord ; \nThe triumphs of the Saviour tell, \nWho died, and conquered when he fell. \n\n339. C. M. Percy Chapel Col. \n\nResurrection of Christ. \n\n1 THE Sun of Righteousness appears, \n\nTo set in blood no more ; \nExult ; he banishes your fears ; \nYour rising God adore. \n\n2 The saints, when he resigned his breath. \n\nUnclosed then* sleeping eyes ; \nHe breaks again the bands of death ; \nAgain the dead arise. \n\ni \n\n3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, \n\nAlone the wine-press trod ; \nHe died and suffered as a man ; \nHe rises as a God. \n\n4 In vain the stone, the watch, and seal, \n\nForbid an early rise \nTo him who shuts the gates of hell, \nAnd opens Paradise. \n\nS40. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Resurrection Morning. \n\n1 BLEST morning, whose young dawning rays \n\nBeheld our rising God ; \nThat saw him triumph o\'er the dust, \nAnd leave his dark abode. \n\n2 A silent prisoner in the tomb \n\nThe great Redeemer lay, \nTill the revolving skies had brought \nThe third, th\' appointed day. \n\n3 Hell and the grave unite their force \n\nTo hold our God in vain : \nThe sleeping Conqueror arose, \nAnd burst their feeble chain, \n126 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, \n\nThese sacred hours we pay ; \nAnd loud hosannas shall proclaim \nThe triumph of the day. \n\n5 Salvation and immortal praise \n\nTo our victorious King ; \nLet heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, \nWith glad hosannas ring. \n\n341. H. M. E. Scott. \n\nResurrection of Christ celebrated, \n\n1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls, \n\nAnd burst the slothful band ; \nThe wonders of this day \n\nOur noblest songs demand : \nAuspicious morn, thy blissful rays \nBright seraphs hail, in songs of praise. \n\n2 At thy approaching dawn, \n\nReluctant death resigned \nThe glorious Prince of life, \n\nIn dark domains confined : \nTh\' angelic host around him bends, \nAnd he amid their shouts ascends. \n\n3 All hail, triumphant Lord ; \n\nHeaven with hosannas rings ; \nWhile earth, in humbler strains, \n\nThy praise responsive sings : \n" Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, \nThrough endless years to live and reign." \n\n4 Gird on, great Prince, thy sword ; \n\nAscend thy conquering car ; \nWhile justice, truth, and love, \n\nMaintain the glorious war : \nVictorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, \nAnd sin and hell in triumph lead. \n\n34S. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. \n1 HOSANNA to the Prince of Light, \nWho clothed himself in clay, \nEntered the iron gates of death, \nAnd tore the bars away. \n\n127 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n2 Death is no more the king of dread, \n\nSince our Immanuel rose ; \nHe took the tyrant\'s sting away, \nAnd spoiled our hellish foes. \n\n3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, \n\nAnd to his Father flies, \nWith scars of honor in his flesh, \nAnd triumph hi his eyes. \n\n4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, \n\nAnd scatters blessings down ; \nGur Jesus fills the middle seat \nOf the celestial throne. \n\n5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues. \n\nTo reach his blest abode ; \nSweet be the accents of your songs \nTo our incarnate God. \n\n6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, \n\nYour sweetest voices raise ; \nLet heaven, and all created things, \nSound our Immanuel\'s praise. \n\n343. H. M. BlCKERSTETH ? S Coi \n\nCaptivity led captive. \n\n1 THE happy morn is come : \n\nTriumphant o\'er the grave, \nThe Saviour leaves the tomb, \nOmnipotent to save : \nCaptivity is captive led ; \nFor Jesus liveth, that was dead. \n\n2 Who now accuse th them, \n\nFor whom then Ransom died ? \nWho now shall those condemn \n\nWhom God hath justified ? \nCaptivity is captive led ; \nFor Jesus liveth, that was dead. \n\n3 Christ hath the ransom paid ; \n\nThe glorious work is done ^ \nOn him our help is laid, \nBy him our victory won : \nCaptivity is captive led ; \nFor Jesus liveth, that was dead. \n128 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n244. L. M. Watts, \n\nDeity f Humiliation, and Exaltation, of Christ. \n\n1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise \n\nTo great Jehovah\'s equal Son ; \nAwake, my voice, in heavenly lays, \nAnd tell the wonders he hath done. \n\n2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, \n\nAnd those bright robes he wore above : \nHow swift and joyful was his flight, \nOn wings of everlasting love ! \n\n3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, \n\nTh\' almighty Captive prisoner lay; \xe2\x80\x94 \nTh\' almighty Captive left the earth, \nAnd rose to everlasting day. \n\n4 Among a thousand harps and songs, \n\nJesus, the God, exalted reigns : \nHis sacred name fills all their tongues, \nAnd echoes through the heavenly plains. \n\n345. 7s. Spir. of the Psalms, \n\nThe Conqueror 7 s Welcome. \n\n1 " WIDE, ye heavenly gates, unfold, \n\nClosed no more by death and sin ; \nLo ! the conquering Lord behold ; \nLet the King of glory in." \n\n2 Hark ! th\' angelic host inquire, \n\n" Who is he, th\' almighty King ? " \nHark again ! the answering choir \nThus in strains of triumph sing: \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 " He whose powerful arm, alone, \n\nOn his foes destruction hurled ; \nHe who hath the victory won ; \nHe who saved a ruined world ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 " He who God\'s pure law fulfilled ; \n\nJesus, the incarnate Word ; \nHe whose truth with blood was sealed ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe is heaven\'s all-glorious Lord." \n\n5 " Who shall up to that abode \n\nFollow in the Saviour\'s train ? " \n"They who in his cleansing blood \nWash away each guilty stain; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n129 \n\n\n\nCHltlST. \n\n6 " They whose daily actions prove \nSteadfast faith and holy fear, \nFervent zeal and grateful love ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nThey shall dwell forever here." \n\n346. C. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nTriumphant Ascension. \n\n1 LIFT up your heads, eternal gates, \n\nUnfold, to entertain \nThe King of glory ; \xe2\x80\x94 see, he comes \nWith his celestial train. \n\n2 " Who is this King of glory ? \xe2\x80\x94 who ? " \n\nThe Lord, for strength renowned ; \nIn battle mighty, \xe2\x80\x94 o\'er his foes \nEternal Victor crowned \n\n3 Lift up your heads, eternal gates, \n\nUnfold, to entertain \nThe King of glory ; \xe2\x80\x94 see, he comes \nWith all his shining train. \n\n4 " Who is this King of glory ? \xe2\x80\x94 who ? " \n\nThe Lord of hosts renowned ; \nOf glory he alone is King, \nWho is with glory crowned. \n\n347. L. M. Watts. \n\nChrist\'s Triumph. \n\n1 LORD, when thou didst ascend on high, \nTen thousand angels filled the sky ; \nThose heavenly guards around thee wait, \nLike chariots, that attend thy state. \n\n2 Not Sinai\'s mountain could appear \nMore glorious, when the Lord was there ; \nWhile he pronounced his holy law, \nAnd struck the chosen tribes with awe. \n\n3 How bright the triumph none can tell, \nWhen all the rebel powers of hell, \nThat thousand souls had captive made, \nWere all in chains, like captives, led. \n\n130 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 Raised by his Father to the throne, \nHe sent his promised Spirit down, \nWith gifts and grace for rebel men, \nThat God might dwell on earth again. \n\n248. C. M. Watts. \n\nAscension and Reign of Christ. \n\n1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy \n\nTo God, the sovereign King ! \nLet every land then* tongues employ, \nAnd hymns of triumph sing. \n\n2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; \n\nHis heavenly guards around \nAttend him rising through the sky, \nWith trumpet\'s joyful sound. \n\n3 While angels shout, and praise their King, \n\nLet mortals learn their strains ; \nLet all the earth his honors sing ; \nO\'er all the earth he reigns. \n\n4 Speak forth his praise with awe profound ; \n\nLet knowledge guide the song ; \nNor mock him with a solemn sound \nUpon a thoughtless tongue. \n\n349. H. M. DoDDRirGE. \n\nChrist seen of Angels. \n\n1 O YE immortal throng \n\nOf angels round the throne, \nJoin with our feeble song \n\nTo make the Saviour known ; \nOn earth ye knew 1 His beauteous face \nHis wondrous grace ; | In heaven ye view. \n\n2 Ye saw the holy Child \n\nIn human flesh arrayed, \nSupremely meek and mild, \n\nWhile in the manger laid ; \nAnd praise to God, I For such a birth, \nAnd peace on earth, | Proclaimed aloud. \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 Ye in the wilderness \n\nBeheld the tempter spoiled, \nWell known in every dress, \nIn every combat foiled, \nAnd joyed to crown I When Satan fled \nThe Victor\'s head, | Before his frown. \n\n4 Around the bloody tree \n\nYe pressed with strong desire, \nThat wondrous sight to see, \n\nThe Lord of life expire ; \nAnd, could your eyes I Had dropped it there \nHave known a tear, | in sad surprise. \n\n5 Around his sacred tomb \n\nA willing watch ye keep, \nTill the blest moment come \n\nTo rouse him from his sleep ; \nThen rolled the stone, I Your rising Lord \nAnd all adored | With joy unknown. \n\n6 When all arrayed in light \n\nThe shining Conqueror rode, \nYe hailed his rapturous flight \n\nUp to the throne of God, \nAnd waved around I And struck your strings \nYour golden wings, | Of sweetest sound. \n\n2*>0\xc2\xab C. M. Fanch & Turner. \n\nSympathy of Angels. \n\n1 BEYOND the glittering, starry sky, \n\nWhich God\'s right hand sustains, \nThere, in the boundless worlds of light, \nOur great Redeemer reigns. \n\n2 The host of angels, strong and fair, \n\nIn countless armies shine ; \nAt his right hand, with golden harps, \nThey offer songs divine. \n\n3 And when he stooped on earth to dwell, \n\nAnd suffer rude disdain, \nThey cast their honors at his feet, \nAid waited in his train. \n132 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 111 all his toils and conflicts here \n\nThen* Sovereign they attend, \nAnd pause, and wonder how, at last, \nThis scene of love will end. \n\n5 When all the powers of hell combined \n\nTo fill his cup of woe, \nTheir wondering eyes beheld his tears \nIn blood and anguish flow. \n\n6 As on the torturing cross he hung, \n\nAnd darkness veiled the sky, \nAmazed, they saw that awful sight, \nThe Lord of glory die. \n\n7 They saw him break the bars of death, \n\nWhich none e\'er broke before, \nAnd rise in conquering majesty, \nTo stoop to death no more. \n\n8 They brought his chariot from the skies, \n\nTo bear him to his throne, \nClapped their triumphant wings, and cried, \n" The glorious work is done ! " \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n251. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Grace of God in Christ. \n\n1 NATURE with open volume stands, \n\nTo spread her Maker\'s praise abroad ; \nAnd every labor of his hands \n\nShows something worthy of a God. \n\n2 But in the grace that rescued man \n\nHis brightest form of glory shines; \nHere, on the cross, \'tis fairest drawn, \nIn precious blood and crimson lines. \n\n3 Here 1 behold his inmost heart, \n\nWhere truth and mercy strangely join \nTo pierce his Son with keenest smart, \nAnd make the purchased pleasures mine. \n\n133 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 O the sweet wonders of that cross, \n\n"Where God, the Saviour, loved and died! \nHer noblest life my spirit draws \n\nFrom his dear wounds and bleeding side. \n\n5 I would forever speak his name, \n\nIn soimds to mortal ears unknown, \nWith angels join to praise the Lamb, \nAnd worship at his Father\'s throne. \n\n352. L. M. Watts. \n\nSalvation through Christ only. \n\n1 NOW to the power of God supreme \n\nBe everlasting honors given ; \nHe saves from hell, \xe2\x80\x94 we bless his name, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe guides our wandering feet to heaven. \n\n2 Not for our duties or deserts, \n\nBut of his own abundant grace, \nHe works salvation hi our hearts, \nAnd forms a people for his praise. \n\n3 \'Twas his own purpose that begun \n\nTo rescue rebels doomed to die ; \nHe gave us grace in Christ his Son, \nBefore he spread the starry sky. \ni Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, \n\nAnd makes his Father\'s counsels known, \nDeclares the great transaction past, \nAnd brings immortal blessings down. \n\n5 He dies, and, in that dreadful night, \nDid all the powers of hell destroy ; \nHe rose, and brought our heaven to light, \nAnd took possession of the joy. \n\n253* L. M. Watts. \n\nDepending on Christ\'s Righteousness. \n\n1 NO more, my God, I boast no more \n\nOf all the duties I have done ; \nI quit the hopes I held before, \nTo trust the merits of thy Son. \n\n2 Now, for the love I bear his name, \n\nWhat was my gain I count my loss ; \nMy former pride I call my shame, \nAnd nail my glory to his cross. \n134 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n3 Yes, and I must and will esteem \n\nAll tilings but loss for Jesus\' sake ; \nO, may my soul be found in him, \nAnd of his righteousness partake. \n\n4 The best obedience of my hands \n\nDares not appear before thy throne ; \nBut faith can answer thy demands, \nBy pleading what my Lord has done. \n\nS54. S. M. Watts. \n\nChrist our Sacrifice. \n\n1 NOT all the blood of beasts, \n\nOn Jewish altars slain, \nCould give the guilty conscience peace, \nOr wash away the stain. \n\n2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, \n\nTakes all our sins away ; \nA sacrifice of nobler name, \nAnd richer blood, than they. \n\n3 My faith would lay her hand \n\nOn that dear head of thine, \nWhile like a penitent I stand, \nAnd there confess my sin. \n\n4 My soul looks back, to see \n\nThe burdens thou didst bear, \nWhen hanging on the cursed tree, \nAnd hopes her guilt was there. \n\n5 Believing, we rejoice \n\nTo see the curse remove ; \nWe bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, \nAnd sing his bleeding love. \n\n855. L. M. Watts. \n\nPardon through the Sufferings of Christ \n\n1 DEEP in our hearts let us record \nThe deeper sorrows of our Lord ; \nBehold, the rising billows roll, \nTo overwhelm his holy soul. \n\n2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love \nHave made the curse a blessing prove ; \nThose dreadful sufferings of thy Son \nAtoned for sins that we had done. \n\n135 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n3 The pangs of our expiring Lord \nThe honors of thy law restored ; \nHis sorrows made thy justice known, \nAnd paid for follies not his own. \n\n4 O, for his sake our guilt forgive, \nAnd let the mourning sinner live : \nThe Lord will hear us in his name, \nNor shall our hope be turned to shame. \n\n\xc2\xa3S5\xc2\xa9. L. M. Fawcett. \n\nSalvation by Christ, \n\n1 BEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb, \n\nWith wonder, gratitude, and love ; \nTo take away our guilt and shame, \nSee him descending from above. \n\n2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid ; \n\nHe meekly bore the mighty load ; \nOur ransom-price he fully paid \nIn groans and tears, in sweat and blood. \n\n3 To save a guilty world, he dies ; \n\nShiners, behold the bleeding Lamb ; \nTo him lift up your longing eyes, \nAnd hope for mercy in his name. \n\n4 Pardon and peace through him abound ; \n\nHe can the richest blessings give ; \nSalvation in his name is found ; \nHe bids the dying sinner live. \n\n257. C. M. S. Stennett. \n\nIndebtedness to Christ. \n\n1 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned \n\nUpon the Saviour\'s brow ; \nHis head with radiant glories crowned, \nHis lips with grace o\'erflow. \n\n2 No mortal can with him compare, \n\nAmong the sons of men ; \nFairer is he than all the fair \nWho fill the heavenly train. \n\n3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, \n\nAnd flew to my relief; \nFor me he bore the shameful cross, \nAnd carried all my grief. \n136 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 To him I owe my life and breath, \n\nAnd all the joys 1 have ; \nHe makes me triumph over death, \nAnd saves me from the grave. \n\n5 To heaven, the place of his abode, \n\nHe brings my weary feet, \nShows me the glories of my God, \nAnd makes my joys complete. \n\n6 Since from his bounty I receive \n\nSuch proofs of love divine, \nHad I a thousand hearts to give, \nLord, they should all be thine. \n\n258. L. M. C. Stennett. \n\nAtoning Blood. \n\n1 HOW shall the sons of men appear, \nGreat God, before thine awful bar ? \nHow may the guilty hope to find \nAcceptance with th\' Eternal Mind ? \n\n2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries, \nNot the most costly sacrifice, \n\nNot infant blood profusely spilt, \nWill expiate a sinner\'s guilt. \n\n3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone, \nHath sovereign virtue to atone : \nHere will we rest our only plea, \nWhen we approach, great God, to thee. \n\nQ59. C. M. Gibbons, \n\nSalvation by Christ. \n\n1 JESUS, th\' eternal Son of God, \n\nWhom seraphim obey, \nThe bosom of the Father leaves, \nAnd enters human clay. \n\n2 From heaven to sinful earth he comes, \n\nThe messenger of grace, \nAnd on the bloody tree expires, \nA victim in our place. \n\n3 Transgressors of the deepest stain \n\nIn him salvation find ; \nHis blood removes the foulest guilt, \nHis Spirit heals the mind. \n\n6* 137 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 He saves our souls from sin and hell ; \nHis words are true and sure, \nAnd on this Rock our faith may rest \nImmovable, secure. \n\nS\xc2\xa90. C. M. Watts. \n\nRedemption by Christ. \n\n1 BEHOLD what pity touched the heart \n\nOf God\'s eternal Son ; \nDescending from the heavenly court, \nHe left his Father\'s throne. \n\n2 His living power, and dying love, \n\nRedeemed unhappy men, \nAnd raised the ruins of our race \nTo life and God again. \n\n3 To thee, O Lord, our noblest powers \n\nWe joyfully resign ; \nBlest Jesus, take us for thy own, \nFor we are doubly thine. \n\nS61. H. M. C. Wesley \n\nJustification by Faith. \n\n1 ARISE, my soul, arise ; \n\nShake off thy guilty fears ; \nThe bleeding Sacrifice \n\nIn my behalf appears : \nBefore the throne my Surety stands ; \nMy name is written on his hands. \n\n2 The bleeding wounds he bears, \n\nReceived on Calvary, \nNow pour effectual prayers, \n\nAnd strongly speak for me : \n" Forgive him, O, forgive," they cry, \n" Nor let that ransomed sinner die." \n\n3 The Father hears him pray, \n\nThe dear Anointed One ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe cannot turn away \n\nThe pleading of his Son : \nHis Spirit answers to the blood, \nAnd tells me I am born of God. \n\n138 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 To God I\'m reconciled ; \n\nHis pardoning voice I hear ; \nHe owns me for his child ; \n\n1 can no longer fear : \nWith filial trust 1 now draw nigh, \nAnd "Father, Abba Father," cry. \n\n262. S. M. Beddoms. \nHope from the Gospel only. \n\n1 GOD\'S holy law, transgressed, \n\nSpeaks nothing but despair ; \nConvinced of guilt, with grief oppressed, \nWe find no comfort there. \n\n2 Not all our groans and tears, \n\nNor works which we have done, \nNor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, \nCan e\'er for sin atone. \n\n3 Relief alone is found \n\nIn Jesus\' precious blood : \n\'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, \nAnd reconciles to God. \n\n4 High lifted on the cross, \n\nThe spotless Victim dies : \n\nThis is salvation\'s only source ; \n\nHence all our hopes arise. \n\n263, L. M. Anon. \nChrist our Salvation. \n\n1 COME, guilty sinners, come and see \n\nYour great atoning Sacrifice : \nBehold, on yonder gory tree, \n\nThe King of kings for rebels dies. \n\n2 How gracious, how severe thou art, \n\nJust God, in thy redeeming plan! \nThe spear that pierced Immanuel\'s heart \nRevealed the fount of life for man. \n\n3 Hail, hallowed cross, accursed no more ; \n\nRich tree of life to all our race ; \nBlest tree of Paradise, which bore \nThe choicest fruit \xe2\x80\x94 the gift of grace. \n\n139 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 Lord, shall our grief or joy prevail ? \n\nOur heart is rent amidst their strife ; \nShall we the Victim\'s death bewail, \nOr hail it as our way to life ? \n\n5 Thy dying, living, boundless love, \n\nWhile here below, shall tune our tongue, \nAnd, when we join the choir above, \nThy love be our triumphant song. \n\n264. 7s. C. Wesley. \nCleansing Blood. \n\n1 JESUS, to thy wounds I fly ; \nPurge my sins of deepest dye ; \nLamb of God, for sinners slain, \nWash away my crimson stain. \n\n2 Plunge me in that sacred flood, \nIn that fountain of thy blood; \nThen thy Father\'s eye shall see \nNot a spot of guilt in me. \n\n265. 7s. Raffles. \n\nConfession of Sin. \n\n1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all, \nProstrate at thy feet 1 fall ; \nHear, O, hear my earnest cry ; \nFrown not, lest I faint and die. \n\n2 Vilest of the sons of men, \nChief of sinners, I have been ; \nOft have sinned before thy face, \nTrampled on thy richest grace. \n\n3 Justly might thy fatal dart \nPierce this bleeding, broken heart; \nJustly might thy angry breath \nBlast me in eternal death. \n\n4 Jesus, save my dying soul ; \nMake my broken spirit whole ; \nHumbled in the dust I lie ; \nSaviour, leave me not to die. \n\n140 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n366. C. M. Watts, \n\nSalvation by Grace. \n\n1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults, \n\nHow great our guilt has been ; \nFoolish and vain were all our thoughts, \nAnd all our lives were sin. \n\n2 But, O my soul, forever praise, \n\nForever love his name, \nWho turns thy feet from dangerous ways \nOf folly, sin, and shame. \n\n3 \'Tis not by works of righteousness \n\nWhich our own hands have done ; \nBut we are saved by sovereign grace, \nAbounding through his Son. \n\n4 \'Tis from the mercy of our God \n\nThat all our hopes begin ; \n\'Tis by the water and the blood \nOur souls are washed from sin. \n\n5 \'Tis through the purchase of his death \n\nWho hung upon the tree, \nThe Spirit is sent down to breathe \nOn such dry bones as we. \n\n6 Raised from the dead, we live anew ; \n\nAnd, justified by grace, \nWe shall appear in glory too, \nAnd see our Father\'s face. \n\n367. L. M. Watts. \nSalvation by Christ. \n\n1 SALVATION is forever nigh \n\nThe souls who fear and trust the Lord : \nAnd grace, descending from on high, \nFresh hopes of glory shall afford. \n\n2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, \n\nSince Christ the Lord came down from heaven : \nBy his atonement, so complete, \n\nJustice is pleased, and peace is given. \n\n3 His righteousness is gone before, \n\nTo give us free access to God ; \nOur wandering feet shall stray no more, \nBut mark his steps, and keep the road. \n\n141 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n268. C. M. Watts \n\nChrist\'s Commission. \n\n1 COME, happy souls, approach your God, \n\nWith new, melodious songs ; \n\nCome, render to almighty grace \n\nThe tribute of your tongues. \n\n2 So strange, so boundless was the love \n\nThat pitied dying men, \nThe Father sent his equal Son \nTo give them life again. \n\n3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed \n\nWith a revenging rod ; \nNo hard commission to perform \nThe vengeance of a God. \n\n4 But all was mercy, all was mild, \n\nAnd wrath forsook the throne, \nWhen Christ on mercy\'s errand came, \nAnd brought salvation down. \n\n5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, \n\nAnd wipe your sorrows dry : \nTrust in the mighty Saviour\'s name, \nAnd you shall never die. \n\n6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls \n\nAccept thine offered grace ; \nWe bless the great Redeemer\'s love, \nAnd give the Father praise. \n\n269. S. M. Watts. \n\nChrisVs Mediation. \n\n1 RAISE your triumphant songs \n\nTo an immortal tune ; \nLet all the earth resound the deeds \nCelestial grace has done. \n\n2 Sing how eternal Love \n\nIts chief Beloved chose, \nAnd bade him raise our ruined race \nFrom their abyss of woes. \n\n3 His hand no thunder bears ; \n\nNo terror clothes his brow ; \nNo bolts to drive our guilty souls \nTo fiercer flames below. \n142 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n4 \'Twas mercy filled the throne, \n\nAnd wrath stood silent by, \nWhen Christ was sent with pardons down \nTo rebels doomed to die. \n\n5 Now, sinners, dry your tears ; \n\nLet hopeless sorrow cease ; \n\nBow to the sceptre of his love, \n\nAnd take the offered peace. \n\n6 Lord, we obey thy call ; \n\nWe lay an humble claim \nTo the salvation thou hast brought, \nAnd love and praise thy name. \n\n370. L. M. Anon. \n\nThe Cross. \n\n1 INSCRIBED upon the cross we see, \n\nLi glowing letters, " God is love ;" \nHe bears our sins upon the tree ; \nHe brings us mercy from above. \n\n2 The cross ! it takes our guilt away , \n\nIt holds the faulting spirit up ; \nIt cheers with hope the gloomy day, \nAnd sweetens every bitter cup ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 The balm of life, the cure of woe, \n\nThe measure and the pledge of love, \nThe sinner\'s refuge here below, \nThe angel\'s theme in heaven above. \n\n271. 8s & 7s. Bo wring. \n\nGlorying in the Cross. \n\n1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, \n\nTowering o\'er the wrecks of time ; \nAll the light of sacred story \nGathers round its head sublime. \n\n2 When the woes of life o\'ertake me, \n\nHopes deceive, and fears annoy, \nNever shall the cross forsake me ; \nLo ! it glows with peace and joy. \n\n143 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n3 When the sun of bliss is beaming \n\nLi glit and love upon my way, \nFrom the cross the radiance streaming \nAdds new lustre to the day. \n\n4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, \n\nBy the cross are sanctified ; \nPeace is there that knows no measure, \nJoys that through all time abide. \n\n5 In the cross of Christ I glory, \n\nTowering o\'er the wrecks of time ; \nAll the light of sacred story \n\nGathers round its head sublime. \n\n372. C. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nThe Atonement the only Ground of Pardon. \n\n1 IN vain we seek for peace with God \n\nBy methods of our own : \nBlest Saviour, nothing but thy blood \nCan bring us near the throne. \n\n2 The threatenings of thy broken law \n\nImpress the soul with dread : \nIf God his sword of justice draw, \nIt strikes the spirit dead. \n\n3 But thy atoning sacrifice \n\nHath answered all demands ; \nAnd peace and pardon from the skies \nAre blessings from thy hands. \n\n4 \'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord ; \n\n\'Tis on thy cross we rest : \nForever be thy love adored, \nThy name forever blest. \n\n273. C. Ml Hoskins. \n\nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n1 BEHOLD, behold the Lamb of God, \nWho Uikes away our guilt ; \nBehold th\' atoning, precious blood \nThat for our sins he spilt. \n\n144 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\n2 O siimers, now to Christ draw near. \n\nInvited by his word ; \nThe chief of sinners need not fear ; \nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n3 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls, \n\nAnd washes in his blood : \nArise, return from grievous falls ; \nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n4 In every state, and time, and place, \n\nNought plead but Jesus\' blood; \nHowever wretched be your case, \nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n5 Spirit of grace, to us apply \n\nImmanuePs precious blood, \nThat we may, with thy saints on high, \nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n274. C. M. COWPEK. \n\nSufficiency of the Atonement. \n\n1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood, \n\nDrawn from lmmanuel\'s veins ; \nAnd sinners, plunged beneath that flood, \nLose all their guilty stains. \n\n2 The dying thief rejoiced to see \n\nThat fountain, in his day ; \nO may I there, though vile as he, \nWash all my sins away. \n\n3 Tbou dying Lamb, thy precious blood \n\nShall never lose its power, \nTill all the ransomed church of God \nAre saved, to sin no more. \n\n4 E\'er since, by faith, I saw the stream \n\nThy flowing wounds supply, \nRedeeming love has been my theme, \nAnd shall be, till 1 die. \n\n5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue \n\nLies silent in the grave, \nThen, in a nobler, sweeter song, \nI\'ll sing thy power to save. \n\n7 145 \n\n\n\nSALVATION THROUGH CHRIST. \n\nf\xc2\xa3T5\xc2\xbb 7s. Langford. \n\nRedeeming Love. \n\n1 NOW begin the heavenly theme ; \nSing aloud in Jesus\' name ; \n\nYe who his salvation prove, \nTriumph in redeeming love. \n\n2 Ye who see the Father\'s grace \nBeaming in the Saviour\'s face, \nAs to Canaan on ye move, \nPraise and bless redeeming love. \n\n3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears ; \nBanish all your guilty fears ; \n\nSee your guilt and curse remove, \nCancelled by redeeming love. \n\n4 Welcome, all by sin oppressed, \nWelcome to his sacred rest ; \nNothing brought him from above 3 \nNothing but redeeming love. \n\n5 Hither, then, your music bring ; \nStrike aloud each cheerful string ; \nMortals, join the host above, \xe2\x80\x94 \nJoin to praise redeeming love. \n\nS76. S. M. Anon. \n\nChrist precious. \n\n1 O CHRIST, what gracious words \n\nAre ever, ever thine ! \nThy voice is music to the soul, \nAnd life, and peace divine. \n\n2 Grace, everlasting grace, \n\nGlad tidings, full of joy, \nFlow from thy lips, the lips of truth, \nAnd flow without alloy. \n\n3 The broken heart, the poor, \n\nThe bruised, the deaf, the blind, \nThe dumb, the dead, the captive wretch, \nIn thee compassion find. \n\n4 Lord Jesus, speed the day, \n\nThe promised day of grace, \nTo all the poor, the dumb, the deaf, \nThe dead, of Adam\'s race. \n\n146 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n5 One blissful anthem then \n\nAround the earth shall roll, \nAnd human nature shout thy name, \nThe life of every soul. \n\n177. C. M. Watts. \n\nSalvation. \n\n1 SALVATION! O, the joyful sound ! \n\n\'Tis pleasure to our ears, \nA sovereign balm for every wound, \nA cordial for our fears. \n\n2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin, \n\nAt hell\'s dark door we lay ; \nBut we arise, by grace divine, \nTo see a heavenly day. \n\n3 Salvation ! let the echo fly \n\nThe spacious earth around, \n\nWhile all the armies of the sky \n\nConspire to raise the sound. \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OP CHRIST. \n\nS78. 7s. C. Wesley. \n\nSun of Righteousness. \n\n1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, \n\nChrist, the true, the only light, \nSun of Righteousness, arise, \n\nTriumph o\'er the shades of night: \nDayspring from on high, be near ; \nDay star, in my heart appear. \n\n2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, \n\nIf thy light is hid from me ; \nJoyless is the day\'s return, \n\nTill thy mercy\'s beams I see ; \nTill they inward light impart, \nWarmth and gladness to my heart \n\n147 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ; \n\nPierce the gloom of sin and grief ; \nFill me, radiant Sun divine ; \n\nScatter all my unbelief; \nMore and more thyself display, \nShining to the perfect day. \n\nS79. L. M. Steele. \n\nChrist the Physician of the Soul. \n\n1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made 5 \n\nWhere shall the sinner find a cure ? \nIn vain, alas ! is Nature\'s aid ; \n\nThe work exceeds her utmost power. \n\n2 But can no sovereign balm be found ? \n\nAnd is no kind physician nigh, \nTo ease the pain, and heal the wound, \nEre life and hope forever fly ? \n\n3 There is a great Physician near ; \n\nLook up, O fainting soul, and live ; \nSee, in his heavenly smiles appear \nSuch help as nature cannot give. \n\n4 See, in the Saviour\'s dying blood, \n\nLife, health, and bliss, abundant flow : \nJ Tis only that dear, sacred flood \n\nCan ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. \n\n28\xc2\xae. C. M. Doane. \n\nThe Way, the Truth, and the Life. \n\n1 THOU art the way ; to thee alone \n\nFrom sin and death we flee ; \nAnd he who would the Father seek, \nMust seek him, Lord, through thee. \n\n2 Tli ou art the truth ; thy word alone \n\nTrue wisdom can impart ; \nThou, only, canst instruct the mind, \nAnd purify the heart. \n\n3 Thou art the life ; the rending tomb \n\nProclaims thy conquering arm ; \nAnd those who put then trust in thee, \nNor death nor hell shall harm. \n\n148 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life ; \nGrant us to know that way, \nThat truth to keep, that life to win, \nWhich lead to endless day. \n\n281. S. M. Lyric a. \nChrist our Guide. \n\n1 JESUS, my truth, my way, \n\nMy sure, unerring light, \nOn thee my feeble soul I stay, \nWhich thou wilt lead aright \n\n2 My wisdom, and my guide, \n\nMy counsellor, thou art ; \n\nO, never let me leave thy side, \n\nOr from thy paths depart. \n\n282. 7S. TOPLADY. \n\nChrist the Rock of Ages, \n\n1 ROCK of ages, cleft for me, \nLet me hide myself in thee ; \nLet the water and the blood, \nFrom thy side, a healing flood, \nBe of sin the double cure, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nSave from wrath, and make me pure. \n\n2 Should my tears forever flow, \nShould my zeal no languor know, \nAll for sin could not atone ; \nThou must save, and thou alone ; \nIn my hand no price I bring ; \nSimply to thy cross I cling. \n\n3 While I draw this fleeting breath, \nWhen mine eyelids close in death, \nWhen I rise to worlds unknown, \nSee thee on thy judgment throne, \xe2\x80\x94 \nRock of ages, cleft for me, \n\nLet me hide myself in thee. \n\n283. S. M. HOSKINS. \n\nChrist the Bread of Life. \n1 BEHOLD the gift of God: \nSinners, adore his name, \nWho shed for us his precious blood, \nWho bore our curse and shame. \n\n149 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n2 Behold the living bread \n\nWhich Jesus came to give, \nBy dying in the sinner\'s stead, \nThat he might ever live. \n\n3 The Lord delights to give ; \n\nHe knows you\'ve nought to buy : \nTo Jesus haste ; this bread receive, \nAnd you shall never die. \n\n284. L. M. 6 i. Eng. Bap. Col. \nA Support in Temptation. \n\n1 STILL nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, \n\nAnd guard in fierce temptation\'s hour ; \nSupport by thy almighty hand ; \n\nShow forth in me thy saving power ; \nStill be thine arm my sure defence ; \nNor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence, \n\n2 In suffering be thy love my peace ; \n\nIn weakness be thy love my power ; \nAnd, when the storms of life shall cease, \n\nO Saviour, in that trying hour, \nIn death, as life, be thou my Guide, \nAnd save me, who for me hast died. \n\n285. 7s. C. Wesley. \nA Refuge. \n\n1 JESUS, refuge of my soul, \n\nLet me to thy bosom fly, \nWhile the raging billows roll, \n\nWhile the tempest still is high : \nHide me, O my Saviour, hide, \n\nTill the storm of fife is past ; \nSafe into the haven guide ; \n\nO, receive my soul at last. \n\n2 Other refuge have I none ; \n\nHangs my helpless soul on thee ; \nLeave, ah, leave me not alone ; \n\nStill support and comfort me : \nAll my trust on thee is stayed, \n\nAll my help from thee I bring ; \nCover my defenceless head \n\nWith the shadow of thy wing. \n150 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; \n\nAll in all in thee I find ; \nRaise the fallen, cheer the faint, \n\nHeal the sick, and lead the blind : \nJust and holy is thy name ; \n\nI am all unrighteousness ; \nVile and full of sin I am ; \n\nThou art full of truth and grace. \n\nSSSc 8s, 7s, & 4. Kelly. \n\nFountain of Life. \n\n1 SEE, from Zion\'s sacred mountain, \n\nStreams of living water flow ; \nGod has opened there a fountain \nThat supplies the plains below : \n\nThey are blessed \nWho its sovereign virtues know. \n\n2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, \n\nStreams of mercy find their way ; \nLife, and health, and joy, bestowing, \nMaking all around look gay : \n\nO ye nations, \nHail the long-expected day. \n\n3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, \n\nAll-enriching as it goes, \nLo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, \nBuds and blossoms as the rose : \n\nEvery object \nSings for joy, where\'er it flows. \n\n4 Trees of life, the banks adorning, \n\nYield then* fruit to all around ; \nThose who eat are saved from mourning ; \nPleasure comes, and hopes abound : \n\nFair their portion \xe2\x80\x94 \nEndless life with glory crowned. \n\nS87. L. M. Steele. \n\nChrist our Life. \n1 WHEN sins and fears, prevailing, rise, \nAnd fainting hope almost expires, \nTo thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes ; \nTo thee I breathe my soul\'s desires. \n\n151 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? \n\nAnd can my hope, my comfort, die ? \n\'Tis fixed on thine almighty word \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThat word which built the earth and sky. \n\n3 If my immortal Saviour lives, \n\nThen my immortal life is sure ; \nHis word a firm foundation gives ; \nHere I may build, and rest secure. \n\n4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell ; \n\nForever sure the promise stands ; \nNot all the powers of earth or hell \nCan e\'er dissolve the sacred bands. \n\n5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose ; \n\nIf Jesus is forever mine, \nNot death itself \xe2\x80\x94 that last of foes \xe2\x80\x94 \nShall break a union so divine. \n\n\n\n288. L. M. Cowper. \n\nChrist ever present in his Churches. \n\n1 JESUS, where\'er thy people meet, \nThere they behold thy mercy-seat ; \nWhere\'er they seek thee, thou art found, \nAnd every place is hallowed ground. \n\n2 For thou, within no walls confined, \nDost dwell within the humble mind ; \nSuch ever bring thee where they come, \nAnd, going, take thee to their home. \n\n3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, \nThy former mercies here renew ; \nHere, to our waiting hearts, proclaim \nThe sweetness of thy saving name, \n\n289. C. M. Swaif. \n\nChrist a Friend. \n\n1 A FRIEND there is \xe2\x80\x94 your voices join, \nYe saints, to praise his name \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhose truth and kindness are divine, \nWhose love \'s a constant flame. \n\n152 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n2 When most we need his helping hand, \n\nThis Friend is always near ; \nWith heaven and earth at his command. \nHe waits to answer prayer. \n\n3 When frowns appear to veil his face, \n\nAnd clouds surround his throne, \nHe hides the purpose of his grace, \nTo make it better known. \n\n4 And, if our dearest comforts fall \n\nBefore his sovereign will, \n\nHe never takes away our all ; \n\nHimself he gives us still. \n\n5 Our sorrows in the scale he weighs, \n\nAnd measures out our pains ; \nThe wildest storm his word obeys ; \nHis word its rage restrains. \n\n290, S. M. DODDRIDGS- \n\nChrist a Shepherd. \n\n1 MY soul, with joy attend, \n\nWhile Jesus silence breaks ; \nNo angel\'s harp such music yields, \nAs what my Shepherd speaks. \n\n2 " I know my sheep," he cries ; \n\n" My soul approves them well : \nVain is the world\'s delusive guise, \nAnd vain the rage of hell. \n\n3 " I freely feed them now \n\nWith tokens of my love ; \nBut richer pastures I prepare, \nAnd sweeter streams, above. \n\n4 " Unnumbered years of bliss \n\n1 to my people give ; \nAnd while my throne unshaken stands \nShall all my chosen live. \n\n5 " This tried, almighty hand \n\nIs raised for their defence ; \nWhere is the power shall reach them there, \nOr what shall force them thence ? " \n7* 153 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n6 " Enough, my gracious Lord," \nLet faith triumphant cry ; \n" My heart can on this promise Live, \xe2\x80\x94 \nCan with this promise die." \n\n291. S. M. Steele. \n\nTlie kind Shepherd. \n\n1 WHILE my Redeemer \'s near, \n\nMy Shepherd and my Guide, \nI bid farewell to every fear ; \nMy wants are all supplied. \n\n2 To ever-fragrant meads, \n\nWhere rich abundance grows, \n\nHis gracious hand indulgent leads, \n\nAnd guards my sweet repose. \n\n3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, \n\nMy wandering feet restore ; \nAnd guard me with thy watchful eye, \nAnd let me rove no more. \n\n29S\xc2\xbb C. M. Heginbotham. \n\nPraise to the Shepherd. \n\n1 TO thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, \n\nA grateful song I raise ; \nO, let the feeblest of thy flock \nAttempt to speak thy praise. \n\n2 But how shall mortal tongues express \n\nA subject so divine ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nDo justice to so vast a theme, \nOr praise a love like thine ? \n\n3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe \n\nTo this amazing love ; \nTen thousand thousand comforts here, \nAnd nobler bliss above. \n\n4 To thee my trembling spirit flies, \n\nWith sin and grief oppressed ; \nThy gentle voice dispels my fears, \nAnd lulls my cares to rest. \n\n154 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OP CHRIST. \n\n293. S. M. Urwick\'s Col. \n\nTlie Grace of Christ, \n\n1 WE sing the Saviour\'s love, \n\nWho pitied wretched man, \nDelighting in the thought of peace, \nEre time and worlds began. \n\n2 We see its smiling beams, \n\nForthshining at his birth, \nAnd trace its lustre day by day, \nWhile he sojourned on earth. \n\n3 But, in his closing hour, \n\nHow infinite his grace, \nWhen, bowed beneath the curse, he died \nTo save the chosen race ! \n\n4 Ten thousand thousand songs, \n\nWith high, seraphic flame, \nFall far below the boundless praise \nOf our Immanuel\'s name. \n\n294. L. M. Watts. \nFaithfulness. \n\n1 HE lives ! he lives ! and sits above, \nForever interceding there : \n\nWho shall divide us from his love, \nOr what should tempt us to despair ? \n\n2 Shall persecution, or distress, \nShall famine, sword, or nakedness ? \nHe who hath loved us bears us through, \nAnd makes us more than conquerors too. \n\n3 Faith hath an overcoming power ; \nIt triumphs in the dying hour : \nChrist is our life, our joy, our hope ; \nNor can we sink with such a prop. \n\n4 Not all that men on earth can do, \n\nNor powers on high, nor powers below, \n\nShall cause his mercy to remove, \n\nOr wean our hearts from Christ, our love. \n\n155 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\nS95, L. M. Pratt\'s Coi. \n\nChrist a living and almighty Saviour. \n\n1 THE Saviour lives, no more to die ; \nHe lives, the Lord enthroned on high ; \nHe lives, triumphant o\'er the grave ; \nHe lives, eternally to save. \n\n2 He lives, to still his servants\' fears ; \nHe lives, to wipe away their tears ; \nHe lives, then mansions to prepare ; \nHe lives, to bring them safely there. \n\n3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears ; \nDismiss your gloomy doubts and fears ; \nWith cheerful hope your hearts revive, \nFor Christ, the Lord, is yet alive. \n\n4 His saints he loves, and never leaves ; \nThe contrite sinner he receives : \nAbundant grace will he afford, \n\nTill all are present with the Lord. \n\nS\xc2\xae6. L. M. Steele. \n\nPeace and Hope through Christ\'s Intercession. \n\n1 HE lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! \nWhat joy the blest assurance gives ! \nAnd now, before his Father, God, \nHe pleads the merits of his blood. \n\n2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, \n\nAnd justice, armed with frowns, appears ; \nBut in the Saviour\'s lovely lace \nSweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. \n\n3 Hence, theu, ye dark, despairing thoughts ; \nAbove our fears, above our faults, \n\nHis powerful intercessions rise ; \nAnd guilt recedes, and terror dies. \n\n4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, \nOn thee our humble hopes depend ; \nOur cause can never, never fail, \n\nFor thou dost plead, and must prevail. \n156 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n297. C. M. Doddridge. \nHigh Priest. \n\n1 NOW let our cheerful eyes survey \n\nOur great High Priest above, \nAnd celebrate his constant care \nAnd sympathizing love. \n\n2 Though raised to heaven\'s exalted tln*one, \n\nWhere angels bow around, \nAnd high o\'er all the hosts of light, \nWith matchless honors crowned, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 The names of all his saints he bears, \n\nDeep graven on his heart ; \nNor shall the meanest Christian say \nThat he hath lost his part \n\n4 Those characters shall fan* abide, \n\nOur everlasting trust, \nWhen gems, and monuments, and crowns, \nAre mouldered down to dust. \n\n5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breasts \n\nMay thy dear name be worn, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA sacred ornament and guard, \nTo endless ages borne. \n\n298. C. M. Watts. \nChrist a merciful High Priest, \n\n1 "WITH joy we meditate the grace \n\nOf our High Priest above : \n\nHis heart is full of tenderness ; \n\nHis bosom glows with love. \n\n2 Touched with a sympathy within, \n\nHe knows our feeble frame ; \nHe knows what sore temptations mean, \nFor he has felt the same. \n\n3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, \n\nPoured out his cries and tears, \nAnd hi his measure feels afresh \nWhat every member bears. \n\n4 Then let our humble faith address \n\nHis mercy and his power ; \nWe shall obtain delivering grace \nIn each distressing hour. \n\n157 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n399* L. M. 6 l. Ur wick\'s Col. \n\nChrist All and in AIL \n\n1 JESUS, thou source of calm repose, \n\nAll fulness dwells in thee divine ; \nOur strength, to quell the proudest foes ; \n\nOur light, in deepest gloom to shine ; \nThou art our fortress, strength, and tower, \nOur trust, and portion, evermore. \n\n2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art ; \n\nOur rest in toil, our ease in pain ; \nThe balm to heal each broken heart ; \n\nIn storms our peace, in loss our gain ; \nOur joy, beneath the worldling\'s frown ; \nIn shame our glory and our crown ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 In want, our plentiful supply ; \n\nIn weakness, our almighty power ; \nIn bonds, our perfect liberty ; \n\nOur refuge in temptation\'s horn* ; \nOur comfort, \'midst all grief and thrall ; \nOur life in death ; our all in all. \n\n3\xc2\xae\xc2\xa9. S. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nChrist\'s Exaltation and Intercession. \n\n1 JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, \n\nIn glorious strength arrayed ; \n\nHis kingdom over all maintains, \n\nAnd bids the earth be glad. \n\n2 Ye sons of men, rejoice \n\nIn Jesus\' mighty love : \nLift up your heart, lift up your voice, \nTo him who rules above. \n\n3 Extol his kingly power ; \n\nAdore th\' exalted Son, \nWho died, but lives, to die no more, \nHigh on his Father\'s throne. \n\n4 Our Advocate with God, \n\nHe undertakes our cause, \nAnd spreads through all the earth abroad \nThe triumph of his cross. \n158 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n3@1. H. M. Watts. \n\nChrist a Prophet, Priest, and King. \n\n1 JOIN all the glorious names \n\nOf wisdom, love, and power, \nThat ever mortals knew, \n\nOr angels ever bore : \nAll are too mean I Too mean to set \nTo speak his worth, | The Saviour forth. \n\n2 Great Prophet of our God, \n\nOur tongues shall bless thy name ; \nBy thee the joyful news \n\nOf our salvation came, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe joyful news I Of hell subdued, \nOf sins forgiven, | And peace with heaven. \n\n3 Jesus, our great High Priest, \n\nHas shed his blood and died ; \nOur guilty conscience needs \n\nNo sacrifice beside : \nHis precious blood I And now it pleads \nDid once atone, J Before the throne. \n\n4 O thou almighty Lord, \n\nOur Conqueror and our King, \nThy sceptre and thy sword, \n\nThy reigning grace, we sing : \nThine is the power ; | In willing bonds \nO, make us sit | Beneath thy feet \n\n303. C. M. Steele. \n\nA Name above every Name. \n\n1 JESUS, in thy transporting name \n\nWhat glories meet our eyes ! \nThou art the seraphs\' lofty theme, \nThe wonder of the skies. \n\n2 Well might the heavens with wonder view \n\nA love so strange as thine ; \nNo thought of angels ever knew \nCompassion so divine. \n\n3 And didst thou, Saviour, leave the sky, \n\nTo sink beneath our woes ? \nDidst thou descend to bleed and die \nFor thy rebellious foes ? \n\n159 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n4 O, may our willing hearts confess \nThy sweet, thy gentle sway ; \nGlad captives of thy matchless grace, \nThy righteous rule obey. \n\nSOS. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nVital Union to Christ. \n\n1 DEAR Saviour, we are thine \n\nBy everlasting bands ; \nOur hearts, our souls, we would resign \nEntirely to thy hands. \n\n2 To thee we still would cleave \n\nWith ever-growing zeal ; \nIf millions tempt us Christ to leave, \nO, let them ne\'er prevail. \n\n3 Thy Spirit shall unite \n\nOur souls to thee, our Head ; \n\nShall form us to thy image bright, \n\nAnd teach thy paths to tread. \n\n4 Death may our souls divide \n\nFrom these abodes of clay ; \nBut love shall keep us near thy side, \nThrough all the gloomy way. \n\n5 Since Christ and we are one, \n\nWhy should we doubt or fear ? \nIf he in heaven hath fixed his throne, \nHe\'ll fix his members there. \n\n304. C. P. M. Medley. \n\nExcellency of Christ. \n\n1 O, COULD we speak the matchless worth, \nO, could we sound the glories forth, \n\nWhich in our Saviour shine, \nWe\'d soar, and touch the heavenly strings, \nAnd vie with Gabriel, while he sings, \n\nIn notes almost divine. \n\n2 We\'d sing the precious blood he spilt \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur ransom from the dreadful guilt \n\nOf sin and wrath divine ; \nWe\'d sing his glorious righteousness, \nIn which all-perfect, heavenly dress \n\nWe shall forever shine. \n160 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n3 We\'d sing the characters he bears, \nAnd all the forms of love he wears, \n\nExalted on his throne : \nIn loftiest songs of sweetest praise, \nWe would, to everlasting days, \n\nMake all his glories known. \n\n4 Well, the delightful day will come, \nWhen our dear Lord will bring us home, \n\nAnd we shall see his face : \nThen, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, \nA blest eternity we\'ll spend, \n\nTriumphant in his grace. \n\n305. C. M. Beddqme. \n\nChrist precious. \n\n1 JESUS ! delightful, charming name ! \n\nIt spreads a fragrance round ; \nJustice and mercy, truth and peace, \nIn union here are found. \n\n2 He is our life, our joy, our strength ; \n\nIn him all glories meet ; \nHe is a shade above oui heads, \nA light to guide our feet. \n\n3 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed. \n\nIf Jesus shows his face ; \n\nTo weary, heavy-laden souls \n\nHe is the resting-place. \n\n4 When storms arise and tempests blow, \n\nHe speaks the stilling word ; \nThe threatening billows cease to flow, \nThe winds obey their Lord. \n\n5 Through every age he\'s still the same ; \n\nBut we ungrateful prove, \n\nForget the savour of his name, \n\nThe sweetness of his love. \n\n3\xc2\xa96. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nJesus precious to them that believe. \n1 JESUS, 1 love thy charming name ; \n\'Tis music to my ear; \nFain would I sound it out so loud \nThat earth and heaven might hear. \n\n7* .61 \n\n\n\nCHARACTERS OF CHRIST. \n\n2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, \n\nMy transport and my trust : \nJewels to thee are gaudy toys, \nAnd gold is sordid dust. \n\n3 All my capacious powers can wish \n\nIn thee doth richly meet ; \nNor to my eyes is light so dear, \nNor friendship half so sweet \n\n4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, \n\nAnd shed its fragrance there, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe noblest balm of all its wounds, \nThe cordial of its care. \n\n5 Fll speak the honors of thy name \n\nWith my last, laboring breath, \nAnd, dying, clasp thee in my arms, \nThe antidote of death, \n\n8\xc2\xa97. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod in Christ. \n\n1 DEAREST of all the names above, \n\nMy Saviour and my God, \nWho can resist thy heavenly love, \nOr trifle with thy blood ? \n\n2 \'Tis by the merits of thy death \n\nThe Father smiles again ; \n\'Tis by thine interceding breath \nThe Spirit dwells with men. \n\n3 Till God in human flesh I see, \n\nMy thoughts no comfort find ; \nThe holy, just, and sacred Three \nAre terrors to my mind. \n\n4 But if Immanuel\'s face appear. \n\nMy hope, my joy, begin ; \nHis name forbids my slavish fear ; \nHis grace removes my sin. \n\n5 While Jews on their own law rely, \n\nAnd Greeks of wisdom boast, \nI love th\' incarnate mystery, \nAnd there I fix my trust \n\n162 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n308. C. M. Watts. \nPraise to the Redeemer. \n\n1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, \n\nWe wretched sinners lay, \nWithout one cheerful beam of hope, \nOr spark of glimmering day. \n\n2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace \n\nBeheld our helpless grief; \nHe saw, and \xe2\x80\x94 O, amazing love ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe flew to our relief. \n\n3 Down from the shining seats above, \n\nWith joyful haste he fled, \nEntered the grave in mortal flesh, \nAnd dwelt among the dead. \n\n4 O, for this love, let rocks and hills \n\nTheir lasting silence break, \nAnd all harmonious human tongues \nThe Saviour\'s praises speak. \n\n5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; \n\nStrike all your harps of gold ; \nBut when you raise your highest notes, \nHis love can ne\'er be told. \n\n309. C. M. Steele. \nCondescension of Christ. \n\n1 THE Saviour ! O, what endless charms \n\nDwell in that blissful sound ! \n\nIts influence every fear disarms, \n\nAnd spreads delight around. \n\n2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine, \n\nIn rich profusion flow, \nFor guilty rebels, lost in sin, \nAnd doomed to endless woe. \n\n3 The mighty Former of the skies \n\nDescends to our abode, \nWhile angels view with wondering eyes, \nAnd hail th\' incarnate God. \n\n163 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 How rich the depths of love divine ! \n\nOf bliss, a boundless store ! \nDear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; \nI cannot wish for more. \n\n5 On thee alone my hope relies ; \n\nBeneath thy cross I fall, \nMy Lord, my life, my sacrifice, \nMy Saviour, and my all. \n\n31\xc2\xa9. C. M. Steele. \n\nLove of Christ celebrated. \n\n1 TO our Redeemer\'s glorious name \n\nAwake the sacred song ! \nO, may his love \xe2\x80\x94 immortal flame \xe2\x80\x94 \nTune every heart and tongue. \n\n2 His love what mortal thought can reach ! \n\nWhat mortal tongue display ! \nImagination\'s utmost stretch \nIn wonder dies away. \n\n3 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay \n\nOur humble thanks to thee, \n\nMay every heart with rapture say, \n\n" The Saviour died for me." \n\n4 O, may the sweet, the blissful theme \n\nFill every heart and tongue, \nTill strangers love thy charming name, \nAnd join the sacred song. \n\n311. CM. Beddome. \n\nWonders of Redemption. \n\n1 HOW great the wisdom, power, and grace, \n\nWhich in redemption shine ; \nThe heavenly host with joy confess \nThe work is all divine. \n\n2 Before his feet they cast their crowns, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThose crowns which Jesus gave, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd, with ten thousand thousand tongues, \nProclaim his power to save. \n\n164 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n3 They tell the triumphs of his cross, \n\nThe sufferings which he bore, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHow low he stooped, how high he rose, \nAnd rose to stoop no more. \n\n4 O, let them still then* voices raise, \n\nAnd still their songs renew ; \nSalvation well deserves the praise \nOf men and angels too. \n\n312. S. M. Beddome, \nPraise to the Saviour. \n\n1 YE angels, bless the Lord, \n\nAnd praise his sacred name ; \nDiffuse his glories all abroad, \nHis gracious acts proclaim. \n\n2 Praise him, ye heavenly powers, \n\nAnd make his goodness known : \nChrist is your Head, as well as ours, \nAnd ye surround his throne. \n\n3 Praise him, ye hosts of light, \n\nIn accents sweet and high ; \nTo him you owe your power and might ; \nAt his command you fly. \n\n4 Ye winged seraphim, \n\nYour grateful voices raise ; \nCreated and preserved by him, \nLet him have all your praise. \n\n5 The lofty song begin, \n\nAnd tune your harps anew ; \n\nWhile we in sacred concert join, \n\nAnd strive to vie with you. \n\n313. S. M. Hammond. \n\nSong of Moses and the Lamb. \n\n1 AWAKE, and sing the song \nOf Moses and the Lamb ; \nWake every heart, and every tongue, \nTo praise the Saviour\'s name. \n\n165 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n2 Sing of his dying love ; \n\nSing of his rising power ; \nSing how he intercedes, above, \nFor us, whose sins he bore. \n\n3 Sing, till we feel our heart \n\nAscending with our tongue ; \nSing, till the love of sin depart, \nAnd grace inspire our song. \n\n4 Sing on your heavenly way, \n\nYe ransomed sinners, sing ; \nSing on, rejoicing every day \nIn Christ, th\' eternal King. \n\n5 Soon shall we hear him say, \n\n" Ye blessed children, come ! " \nSoon will he call us hence away, \nTo our eternal home. \n\n6 There shall our raptured tongue \n\nHis endless praise proclaim, \nAnd sweeter voices tune the song \nOf Moses and the Lamb. \n\n\n\n314. 6s & 4s. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nWorthy is the Lamb. \n\n1 COME, all ye saints of God; \nWide through the earth abroad \n\nSpread Jesus\' fame : \nTell what his love has done ; \nTrust in his name alone ; \nShout to his lofty throne, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! \nDry up your mournful tears ; \n\nSwell the glad theme ; \nPraise ye our gracious King ; \nStrike each melodious string ; \nJoin heart and voice to sing, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb. " \n166 \n\n\n\nrRAISE TO CHRIST \n\n3 Hark ! how the choirs above, \nFilled with the Saviour\'s love. \n\nDwell on his name ! \nThere, too, may we be found, \nWith light and glory crowned, \nWhile all the heavens resound, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n315. C. M. Watts, \n\nPraise for Mediation. \n\n1 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace ; \n\n1 bless my Saviour\'s name ; \nHe bought salvation for the poor, \nAnd bore the sinner\'s shame. \n\n2 His deep distress has raised us high ; \n\nHis duty and his zeal \nFulfilled the law which mortals broke, \nAnd finished all thy will. \n\n3 Zion is thine, most holy God ; \n\nThy Son shall bless her gates ; \nAnd glory, purchased by his blood, \nFor thine own Israel waits. \n\n4 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high, \n\nTo God their voices raise ; \nWhile lands and seas assist the sky, \nAnd join t\' advance his praise. \n\nHide C. M. Percy Chapel Col, \n\nPraise to the Saviour. \n\n1 O, SING to Him who loved and bled, \n\nYe heaven-born sinners, sing ; \n\n\'Twas Jesus suffered in your stead ; \n\nOwn him your God and King. \n\n2 He washed us, in his precious blood, \n\nFrom every guilty stain ; \nHe made us kings and priests to God, \nAnd we shall with him reign. \n\n3 Sing of his everlasting love, \n\nFrom whence salvation flows ; \nSing to him here, then sing above, \nOf all that he bestows. \n\n167 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRrST. \n\n4 To him that loved us when depraved, \nWhen guilty, blind, and poor ; \nTo him that loved, and died, and saved, \nBe glory evermore. \n\n317. 6s, 8s & 4s. Ur wick\'s Col. \n\nPraise to Christ \n\n1 PROCLAIM the lofty praise \n\nOf Him who once was slain, \nBut now is risen, through endless days \n\nTo live and reign : \nHe lives and reigns on high, \n\nWho bought us with his blood, \nEnthroned above the farthest sky, \n\nOur Saviour God. \n\n2 The Son of God adore; \n\nYe ransomed, spread his fame ; \nWith joy and gladness, evermore \n\nLaud his great name : \nLet every tongue confess \n\nThat Jesus Christ is Lord, \nAnd every creature join to bless \n\nTh\' incarnate Word. \n\n3 All honor, power, and praise, \n\nTo Jesus\' name belong ; \nWith hosts seraphic, glad, we raise \n\nThe sacred song : \n" Worthy the Lamb," they cry, \n\n" That on the cross was slain ; \nBut now, ascended up on high, \n\nHe lives to reign." \n\n4 He lives to bless and save \n\nThe souls redeemed by grace, \nAnd rescue from the dreary grave \n\nHis chosen race ; \nAnd soon we hope, above, \n\nA louder strain to sing, \nWith all our powers to praise and love \n\nOur Saviour King. \n168 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n318. C. M. Watts. \nT7ie divine Character exhibited in the Gospel. \n\n1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines ! \n\nHow high thy wonders rise ! \nKnown through the earth by thousand signs, \nBy thousand through the skies. \n\n2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; \n\nThen* motions speak thy skill ; \nAnd on the wings of every hour \nWe read thy patience still. \n\n3 But when we view thy strange design \n\nTo save rebellious worms, \nWhere justice and compassion join \nIn their divinest forms, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Here the whole Deity is known ; \n\nNor dares a creature guess \nWhich of the glories brightest shone, \nThe justice or the grace. \n\n5 Now the full glories of the Lamb \n\nAdorn the heavenly plains ; \nBright seraphs chant Immanuel\'s name, \nAnd try then* choicest strains. \n\n6 O, may I bear some humble part \n\nIn that immortal song ; \nWonder and joy shall tune my heart, \nAnd love command my tongue. \n\n319. L. M. Watts. \nGlory and Grace in the Person of Christ. \n\n1 NOW to the Lord a noble song ; \nAwake, my soul, awake, my tongue ; \nHosanna to th\' eternal name, \n\nAnd all his boundless love proclaim, \n\n2 See where it shines in Jesus\' face, \nThe brightest image of his grace ; \nGod, in the person of his Son, \n\nHas all his mightiest works outdone. \n\n3 The spacious earth and spreading flood \nProclaim the wise, the powerful God, \nAnd thy rich glories from afar \nSparkle in every rolling star. \n\n8 169 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 But in his looks a glory stands, \nThe noblest labor of thine hands : \nThe pleasing lustre of his eyes \nOutshines the wonders of the skies. \n\n5 Grace, \'tis a sweet, a charming theme ; \nMy thoughts rejoice at Jesus\' name ; \nYe angels, dwell upon the sound ; \n\nYe heavens, reflect it to the ground. \n\n6 O, may I reach the happy place \nWhere he unveils his lovely face, \nHis beauties there may I behold, \nAnd sing his name to harps of gold. \n\nS30e 6s & 4s. Kingsbury, \n\nChrist\'s final Triumph. \n\n1 LET us awake our joys ; \nStrike up with cheerful voice ; \n\nEach creature, sing ; \nAngels, begin the song ; \nMortals, the strain prolong, \nIn accents sweet and strong, \n\n" Jesus is King." \n\n2 Proclaim abroad his name ; \nTell of his matchless fame; \n\nWhat wonders done ; \nAbove, beneath, around, \nLet all the earth resound, \n\'Till heaven\'s high arch rebound, \n\n" Victory is won." \n\n3 He vanquished sin and hell, \nAnd our last foe will quell ; \n\nMourners, rejoice ; \nHis dying love adore ; \nPraise him, now raised in power ; \nPraise him for evermore, \n\nWith joyful voice. \n\n4 All hail the glorious day, \nWhen, through the heavenly way, \n\nLo, he shall come, \nWhile they who pierced him wail ; \nHis promise shall not fail ; \nSaints, see your King prevail : \n\nGreat Saviour, come. \n170 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n331. L. M. Watts, \n\nChrist the Redeemer and Judge, \n\n1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know \n\nThe wonders of his dying love, \nBe humble honors paid below, \n\nAnd strains of nobler praise above. \n\n2 \'Twas he who cleansed us from our sins, \n\nAnd washed us in his precious blood ; \nJ Tis he who makes us priests and kings, \nAnd brings us, rebels, near to God. \n\n3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, \n\nTo Jesus, our eternal King, \nBe everlasting power confessed ; \nLet every tongue his glory sing. \n\n4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, \n\nAnd every eye shall see him move ; \nThough with our sins we pierced him once, \nNow he displays his pardoning love. \n\n5 The unbelieving world shall wail, \n\nWhile we rejoice to see the day : \nCome, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, \nNor let thy chariot long delay. \n\n3^181. H. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nChrist\'s Humiliation and Triumph. \n\n1 COME, ye who love the Lord, \n\nAnd feel his quickening power, \nUnite, with one accord, \n\nHis goodness to adore : \nTo heaven and earth aloud proclaim \nYour great Redeemer\'s glorious name. \n\n2 He left his throne above, \n\nHis glory laid aside, \nCame down on wings of love, \n\nAnd wept, and bled, and died : \nThe pangs he bore what tongue can tell, \nTo save our souls from death and hell ? \n\n171 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n3 He burst the grave ; he rose \n\nVictorious from the dead ; \nAnd thence his vanquished foes \n\nIn glorious triumph led : \nUp through the heavens the Conqueror rode, \nTriumphant, to the throne of God. \n\n4 Soon he again will come \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHis chariot will not stay \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo take his children home \n\nTo realms of endless day : \nThere shall we see him face to face, \nAnd sing the triumphs of his grace. \n\n333. 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.] Kelly. \n\nChrist the Lamb enthroned and worshipped* \n\n1 HARK ! ten thousand harps and voices \n\nSound the note of praise above ; \nJesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; \n\nJesus reigns, the God of love : \nSee, he sits on yonder throne ; \nJesus rules the world alone. \n\n2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens \n\nAll above, and gives it worth ; \nLord of life, thy smile enlightens, \n\nCheers, and charms, thy saints on earth : \nWhen we think of love like thine, \nLord, we own it love divine. \n\n3 King of glory, reign forever ; \n\nThine an everlasting crown : \nNothing from thy love shall sever \n\nThose whom thou hast made thine own ; \nHappy objects of thy grace, \nDestined to behold thy face. \n\n4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing ; \n\nBring, O, bring the glorious day, \nWhen, the awfid summons hearing, \n\nHeaven and earth shall pass away : \nThen, with golden harps, we\'ll sing, \n" Glory, glory to our King." \n\n172 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n324. C. M. Watts. \n\nPraise to God the Saviour. \n\n1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, \n\nWhen I begin thy praise, \nWhere will the growing numbers end, \nThe numbers of thy grace ? \n\n2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; \n\nThy goodness I adore ; \nAnd since I knew thy graces first, \n1 speak thy glories more. \n\n3 When I am filled with sore distress \n\nFor some surprising sin, \nFll plead thy perfect righteousness, \nAnd mention none but thine. \n\n4 How will my lips rejoice to tell \n\nThe victories of my King ! \nMy soul, redeemed from sin and hell, \nShall thy salvation sing. \n\n8S5. H. M. C. Wesley. \n\nChrist our King. \n\n1 REJOICE ! the Lord is King; \n\nYour God and King adore ; \nMortals, give thanks, and sing, \nAnd triumph evermore : \nLift up the heart ; I Rejoice aloud ; \nLift up the voice; | Ye saints, rejoice. \n\n2 His kingdom cannot fail ; \n\nHe rules o\'er earth and heaven ; \nThe keys of death and hell \nAre to the Saviour given : \nLift up the heart ; I Rejoice aloud ; \nLift up the voice ; | Ye saints, rejoice. \n\n3 He every foe shall quell, \n\nShall all our sins destroy ; \nAnd every bosom swell \nWith pure seraphic joy . \nLift up the heart ; I Rejoice aloud ; \nLift up the voice ; | Ye saints, rejoice. \n\n173 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; \n\nJesus, the Judge, shall come, \nAnd take his servants up \nTo their eternal home : \nWe soon shall hear I The trump of God \nTh\' archangel\'s voice ; | Shall sound ; rejoice. \n\nSS6. 10s & lis. Winchell\'s Sel. \n\nGod\'s Servants should praise Him. \n\n1 YE servants of God, your Master proclaim, \nAnd publish abroad his wonderful name ; \nThe name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; \nHis kingdom is glorious ; he rules over all. \n\n2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; \nAnd still he is nigh ; his presence we have : \nThe great congregation his triumph shall sing, \nAscribing salvation to Jesus our King. \n\n3 " Salvation to God, who sits on the throne," \nLet all cry aloud, and honor the Son : \nThe praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, \n\nFall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. \n\n4 Then let us adore, and give him his right, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAll glory and power, and wisdom and might, \nAll honor and blessing, with angels above, \nAnd thanks never ceasing, for hifinite love. \n\n337. 8s & 7s. Kelly. \n\nUniversal Adoration. \n\n1 HARK ! the notes of angels, singing, \n\n" Glory, glory to the Lamb ! " \nAll in heaven their tribute bringing, \nRaising high the Saviour\'s name. \n\n2 Ye for whom his life is given, \n\nSacred themes to you belong : \nCome, assist the choir of heaven ; \nJoin the everlasting song. \n\n3 Filled with holy emulation, \n\nLet us vie with those above : \nSweet the theme \xe2\x80\x94 a free salvation ! \nFruit of everlasting love. \n174 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 Endless Jife in him possessing, \n\nLet us praise his precious name ; \nGlory, honor, power, and blessing, \nBe forever to the Lamb. \n\nS28. 6s & 4s, Sac. Lyrics. \n\nWorthy the Lamb. \n\n1 GLORY to God on high I \nLet heaven and earth reply ; \n\nPraise ye his name ; \nHis love and grace adore, \nWho all our sorrows bore ; \nAnd sing forevermore, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n2 Ye who suiTound the throne, \nJoin cheerfully in one, \n\nPraising his name : \nYe who have felt his blood \nSealing your peace with God, \nSound his dear name abroad, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n3 Join, all ye ransomed race, \nOur Lord and God to bless ; \n\nPraise ye his name ; \nIn him we will rejoice, \nAnd make a joyful noise, \nShouting with heart and voice, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n4 Soon must we change our place ; \nYet will we never cease \n\nPraising his name : \nTo him our songs we\'ll bring, \nHail him our gracious King, \nAnd through all ages sing, \n\n" Worthy the Lamb." \n\n329. C. M. Steele. \n\n\'Hie incarnate Lord. \n1 AWAKE, awake the sacred song \nTo our incarnate Lord ; \nLet every heart and every tongue \nAdore tli\' eternal Word. \n175 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHUIST. \n\n2 When Jesus left his throne above, \n\nTo dwell with sinful worms, \nThen shone almighty power and love, \nIn all their glorious forms. \n\n3 To dwell with sorrow here below, \n\nThe Saviour left the skies, \nAnd stooped to wretchedness and woe, \nThat worthless man might rise. \n\n4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, \n\nTo hail the joyful day ; \nWith rapture, then, let mortal tongues \nThen grateful worship pay. \n\no\xc2\xabfflo C. M. Steele. \n\nKing of Saints. \n\n1 COME, ye that love the Saviour\'s name, \n\nAnd joy to make it known, \nThe Sovereign of your hearts proclaim, \nAnd bow before his throne. \n\n2 When in his earthly courts we view \n\nThe glories of our King, \nWe long to love as angels do, \nAnd wish like them to sing. \n\n3 And shall we long and wish in vain ? \n\nLord, teach our songs to rise : \nThy love can raise our humble strain, \nAnd bid it teach the skies. \n\n4 O, happy period ! glorious day ! \n\nWhen heaven and earth shall raise. \nWith all their powers, their raptured lay, \nTo celebrate thy praise. \n\n331. L. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nHosanna to the Son of David. \n\n1 WHAT are those soul-reviving strains, \nWhich echo thus from Salem\'s plains ? \nWhat anthems loud, and louder still, \nSo sweetly sound from Zion\'s hill ? \n176 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n2 Lo ! \'tis an infant chorus sings \nHosanna to the King of kings : \n\nThe Saviour comes ! \xe2\x80\x94 and babes proclaim \nSalvation, sent in Jesus\' name. \n\n3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise, \nFor we will join this song of praise ; \nStill Israel\'s children forward press \nTo hail the Lord then Righteousness, \n\n4 Messiah\'s name shall joy impart \nAlike to Jew and Gentile heart : \nHe bled for us, he bled for you, \nAnd we will sing hosanna too. \n\n5 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear; \nSee David\'s Son and Lord appear ! \nAll praise on earth to him be given, \nAnd glory shout through highest heaven. \n\n333. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Reign of Christ. \n\n1 LET earth, with every isle and sea, \n\nRejoice ; the Saviour reigns : \nHis word, like fire, prepares his way, \nAnd mountains melt to plains. \n\n2 His presence sinks the proudest hills, \n\nAnd makes the valleys rise ; \nThe humble soul enjoys his smiles, \nThe haughty sinner dies. \n\n3 Adoring angels, at his birth, \n\nMade our Redeemer known ; \nThus shall he come to judge the earth. \nAnd angels guard his throne. \n\n4 His foes shall tremble at his sight, \n\nAnd hills and seas retire ; \nHis children take their upward flight, \nAnd leave the world on fire. \n\n5 The seeds of joy and glory sown \n\nFor saints in darkness here, \nShall rise and spring in worlds unknown.) \nAnd a rich harvest bear. \n\n8* 177 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST, \n\n333o L. M. Watts. \n\nVictory and Exaltation of Christ. \n\n1 NOW be my heart inspired to sing \nThe glories of my Saviour King ; \nHe comes with blessings from above, \nAnd wins the nations to his love. \n\n2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands ; \nGrace is the sceptre in thy hands : \nThy laws and works are just and right, \nBut truth and mercy thy delight. \n\n3 Let endless honors crown thy head ; \nLet every age thy praises spread ; \nLet all the nations know thy word, \nAnd every tongue confess thee Lord. \n\n334. 8s & 7s. Pratt\'s Col. \nPraise to Christ, the Author of Salvation, \n\n1 CROWN his head with endless blessing, \n\nWho, in God the Father\'s name, \nWith compassion never ceasing, \nComes, salvation to proclaim. \n\n2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThee, our Saviour, \xe2\x80\x94 thee, our God ; \nFrom thy throne let beams of glory \nShine through all the world abroad. \n\n3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, \n\nThee our God in praise we own ; \nHighest honors, never failing, \nRise eternal round thy throne. \n\n4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing, \n\nIn your grateful strains adore ; \nFor his mercy, never ceasing, \nFlows, and flows forevermore. \n\n335. C. M. Watts. \n\nChrisVs Kingdom and Priesthood. \n\n1 JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy tlirone, \nAnd near thy Father sit : \nIn Zion shall thy power be known, \nAnd make thy foes submit. \n\n178 \n\n\n\nPKAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n2 What wonders shall thy gospel do ! \n\nThy converts shall surpass \nThe numerous drops of morning dew, \nAnd own thy sovereign grace. \n\n3 Jesus, our Priest, forever lives, \n\nTo plead for us above ; \nJesus, our King, forever gives \nThe blessings of his love. \n\n4 God shall exalt his glorious head, \n\nAnd his high throne maintain ; \nShall strike the powers and princes dead, \nWho dare oppose his reign. \n\n336. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nCoronation of the King of Kings. \n\n1 LOOK, ye saints ; \xe2\x80\x94 the sight is glorious ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nSee the Man of sorrows now ; \n\nFrom the fight returned victorious, \n\nEvery knee to him shall bow : \n\nCrown him, crown him ; \nCrowns become the Victor\'s brow. \n\n2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ; \n\nRich the trophies Jesus brings ; \nJn the seat of power enthrone him, \nWhile the heavenly concave rings : \n\nCrown him, crown him ; \nCrown the Saviour King of kings. \n\n3 Shiners in derision crowned him, \n\nMocking thus the Saviour\'s claim ; \nSaints and angels crowd around him, \nOwn his title, praise his name : \n\nCrown him, crown him ; \nSpread abroad the Victor\'s fame. \n\n4 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! \n\nHark ! those loud, triumphant chords ! \nJesus takes the highest station ; \nO, what joy the sight affords! \nCrown him, crown him, \nKing of kings, and Lord of lords. \n\n179 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n337, C. M. Wallin. \n\nThe Victories of Christ. \n\n1 HAIL, mighty Jesus ! how divine \n\nIs thy victorious sword ! \nThe stoutest rebel must resign \nAt thy commanding word. \n\n2 How deep the wounds thine arrows give ! \n\nThey pierce the hardest heart ; \nThy smiles of grace the slain revive, \nAnd joy succeeds to smart \n\n3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh ; \n\nRide with majestic sway ; \nGo forth, great Prince, triumphantly, \nAnd make thy foes obey. \n\n4 And, when thy victories are complete, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWhen all the chosen race \nShall rouud the throne of glory meet \nTo sing thy conquering grace, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 O, may my humble soul be foimd \n\nAmong that glorious throng ; \nAnd 1 with them thy praise will sound \nIn heaven\'s immortal song. \n\n338. C. M. Duncan. \nThe spiritual Coronation. \n\n1 ALL hail the power of Jesus\' name ! \n\nLet angels prostrate fall ; \nBring forth the royal diadem, \nAnd crown him Lord of all. \n\n2 Ye chosen seed of Israel\'s race, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA remnant weak and small, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHail him, who saves you by his grace, \nAnd crown him Lord of all. \n\n3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne\'er forget \n\nThe wormwood and the gall ; \nGo, spread your trophies at his feet, \nAnd crown him Lord of all. \n180 \n\n\n\nFRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 Let eveiy kindred, every tribe, \n\nOn this terrestrial ball, \nTo him all majesty ascribe, \nAnd crown him Lord of all. \n\n5 O that, with yonder sacred throng, \n\nWe at his feet may fall ! \nWe\'ll join the everlasting song, \nAnd crown him Lord of all. \n\n\n\n339. 7s, 6 L. Kelly. \n\nGlory to the King. \n\n1 GLORY, glory to our King! \n\nCrowns unfading wreath his head ; \nJesus is the name we sing \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nJesus risen from the dead ; \nJesus, Conqueror o\'er the grave ; \nJesus, mighty now to save. \n\n2 Now behold him high enthroned, \n\nGlory beaming from his face, \nBy adoring angels owned, \n\nGod of holiness and grace : \nO for hearts and tongues to sing, \nGlory, glory to our King ! \n\n3 Jesus, on thy people shine ; \n\nWarm our hearts and tune our tongues, \nThat with angels we may join, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nShare their bliss, and swell their songs : \nGlory, honor, praise, and power, \nLord, be thine forevermore. \n\n\n\n34\xc2\xae. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nGlory to the Lamb. \n\n1 GLORY, glory everlasting, \n\nBe to Hun who bore the cross, \nWho redeemed our souls by tasting \nDeath, the death deserved by us : \n\nSound his glory, \nWhile the soul with transport glows. \n\n181 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n2 Jesus\' love is love unbounded, \n\nWithout measure, without end ; \nHuman thought is here confounded ; \n\'Tis too vast to comprehend ; \n\nPraise the Saviour ; \nMagnify the shiner\'s Friend. \n\n3 While we hear the wondrous story \n\nOf the Saviour\'s cross and shame, \nSing we, " Everlasting glory \nBe to God and to the Lamb ! " \n\nSaints and angels, \nGive ye glory to his name. \n\n341. 8s & 7s. Robinson. \n\nPraise to God the Saviour. \n\n1 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee, \n\nMay a mortal lisp thy name ? \nLord of men as well as angels, \n\nThou art every creature\'s theme : \nLord of every land and nation, \n\nAncient of eternal days, \nSounded through the wide creation \n\nBe thy just and lawful praise. \n\n2 For the grandeur of thy nature, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nGrand beyond a seraph\'s thought, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFoi the wonders of creation, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWorks with skill and kindness wrought, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFor thy providence, that governs \n\nThrough thine empire\'s wide domain, \nWings an angel, guides a sparrow, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nBlessed be thy gentle reign. \n\n3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nBright, though veiled in darkness long, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThought is poor, and poor expression ; \n\nWho can sing that wondrous song ? \nBrightness of the Father\'s glory, \n\nShall thy praise unuttered lie ? \nBreak, my tongue, such guilty silence ; \n\nSing the Lord who came to die ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 From the highest throne of glory, \n\nTo the cross of deepest woe, \nCame to ransom guilty captives ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFlow, my praise, forever flow : \nRe-ascend, immortal Saviour ; \n\nLeave thy footstool, take thy throne ; \nThence return and reign forever ; \n\nBe the kingdom all thy own. \n\n342. C. M. Beddomh, \nChrist supremely exalted. \n\n1 JESUS, my Saviour and my God, \n\nThy wondrous love reveal ; \nLet angels spread thy name abroad, \nAnd men thy glories tell. \n\n2 Let all, with sweet and cheerful voice, \n\nHarmonious anthems raise ; \nBe thou the spring of all their joys, \nThe life of all their praise. \n\n3 Be thou exalted in the heavens, \n\nAnd o\'er this earthly ball ; \nLet creatures into nothing sink, \nAnd Christ be all in all. \n\n343. C. M. Watts. \nA new Song to the Lamb. \n\n1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb \n\nAmidst his Father\'s throne ; \nPrepare new honors for his name, \nAnd songs before unknown. \n\n2 Let elders worship at his feet, \n\nThe church adore around, \nWith vials full of odors sweet, \nAnd harps of sweeter sound. \n\n3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, \n\nAnd these the hymns they raise : \nJesus is kind to our complaints; \nHe loves to hear our praise. \n\n4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, \n\nBe endless blessings paid ; \nSalvation, glory, joy, remain \nForever on thy head. \n\n183 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, \nHast set the prisoner free, \nHast made us kings and priests to God, \nAnd we shall reign with thee. \n\n344. L. M. Watts. \nBlessing and Honor to the Lamb. \n\n1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring \n\nTo thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, \nWhen all the notes that angels sing \nAxe far inferior to thy name ? \n\n2 Worthy is he that once was slain, \n\nThe Prince of life, that groaned and died, \nWorthy to rise, and live and reign \nAt his almighty Father\'s side. \n\n3 Honor immortal must be paid, \n\nInstead of scandal and of scorn ; \nWhile glory shines around his head, \nHe wears a crown without a thorn. \n\n4 Blessings forever on the Lamb, \n\nWho bore the curse for wretched men ! \nLet angels sound his sacred name, \nAnd every creature say, " Amen." \n\n345. 8s & 7s. Lock Hosp. Col. \nJesus exalted to the Throne. \n\n1 JESUS, hail ! enthroned in glory, \n\nThere forever to abide ; \nAll the heavenly host adore thee, \nSeated at thy Father\'s side. \n\n2 There for sinners thou art pleading ; \n\nThere thou dost our place prepare ; \nEver for us interceding, \nTill in glory we appear. \n\n3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, \n\nThou art worthy to receive ; \nLoudest praises, without ceasing, \nMeet it is for us to give. \n\n184 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits ; \n\nBring your sweetest, noblest lays ; \nHelp to sing our Saviour\'s merits, \nHelp to chant Immanuel\'s praise. \n\n346. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Lamb of God worshipped. \n\n1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs \n\nWith angels\' round the throne ; \nTen thousand thousand are their tongues, \nBut all their joys are one. \n\n2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, \n\n" To be exalted thus : " \n" Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, \n" For he was slain for us." \n\n3 Jesus is worthy to receive \n\nHonor and power divine ; \nAnd blessings, more than we can give, \nBe, Lord, forever thine. \n\n4 Let all that dwell above the sky, \n\nAnd air, and earth, and seas, \nConspire to lift thy glories high, \nAnd speak thy endless praise. \n\n5 The whole creation join in one \n\nTo bless the sacred name \nOf Him who sits upon the throne, \nAnd to adore the Lamb. \n\n347. lis. De Fleury. \nPraise to the Lamb. \n\n1 COME, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb, \n\nThe theme most sublime of the angels above ; \n\nThey dwell with delight on the sound of his name, \n\nAnd gaze on his glories with wonder and love. \n\n2 Come, saints, and adore him ; come, bow at his feet ; \n\nLet grateful hosannas unceasing arise ; \nO, give him the glory and praise that are meet, \nAnd join the rail chorus that gladdens the skies. \n\n8* 183 \n\n\n\nPRAISE TO CHRIST. \n\n3 Behold to what honors the Saviour is raised; \n\nHe sits on the throne, and he rules over all ; \nBy man once rejected, by seraphs now praised, \nWhile powers and dominions, him worsliipping, fall, \n\n4 They worship the Lamb who for sinners was slain ; \n\nBut their loftiest songs never equal his love: \nThe claims of his mercy will ever remain, \nTranscending the anthems in glory above. \n\n5 Yet even our sendee he will not despise, \n\nWhen we join in his worship and tell of his name ; \nThen let us unite in the song of the skies, \n\nAnd, trusting his mercy, sing, " Worthy the Lamb. ?: \n\n348. C. M. C. Wesley. \nPraise to the Saviour. \n\n1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing \n\nMy deal* Redeemer\'s praise, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe glories of my God and King, \nThe triumphs of his grace ! \n\n2 My gracious Master and my God, \n\nAssist me to proclaim, \nTo spread through all the earth abroad, \nThe honors of thy name. \n\n3 Jesus! the name that calms our fears, \n\nThat bids our sorrows cease ; \nTis music in the sinner\'s ears ; \n\'Tis life, and health, and peace. \n\n4 He breaks the power of reigning sin ; \n\nHe sets the prisoner free ; \nHis blood can make the foulest clean ; \nHis blood availed for me. \n\n349. L. M. Percy Chapel Col, \nTTie Song of Heaven. \n\n1 THE countless multitude on high, \n\nWho tune their songs to Jesus\' name, \nAll merit of their own deny, \nAnd Jesus\' worth alone proclaim, \n186 \n\n\n\nPItAISE TO CHftlST. \n\n2 Firm, on the ground of sovereign grace, \n\nThey stand before Jehovah\'s throne ; \nThe only song hi that blest place \nIs, " Thou art worthy, thou alone." \n\n3 With spotless robes of purest white, \n\nAnd branches of triumphal palm, \n\nThey shout, with transports of delight, \n\nThe ceaseless, universal psalm, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 " Salvation\'s glory all be paid \n\nTo Him who sits upon the throne, \nAnd to the Lamb, whose blood was shed ; \nThou, thou art worthy, thou alone." \n\n350. C. M. Watts. \nTriumph of Christ. \n\n1 HO S ANN A to our conquering King ! \n\nAll hail, incarnate Love ! \nTen thousand songs and glories wait \nTo crown thy head above. \n\n2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame \n\nThrough all the world shall run, \nAnd everlasting ages sing \nThe triumphs thou hast won. \n\n351. C. M. C. Weslet. \n\nPraise to the Son. \n\n1 O FOR a thousand seraph tongues \n\nTo bless th\' incarnate Word ! \nO for a thousand thankful songs \nIn honor of my Lord ! \n\n2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, \n\nYe angels round the throne ; \nYe saints, in all your sacred choirs, \nAdore th\' eternal Son. \n187 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLV SPIRIT. \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n353 \xe2\x80\xa2 8s, 6 & 4. Spir. of the Psalms. \n\n77ie Holy Spirit the Comforter. \n\n1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed \n\nHis tender, last farewell, \nA Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed \nWith us to dwell. \n\n2 He came in tongues of living flame, \n\nTo teach, convince, subdue ; \nAll powerful as the wind he came, \nAs viewless too. \n\n3 He came sweet influence to impart, \n\nA gracious, willing guest, \nWhile he can find one humble heart \nWherein to rest. \n\n4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, \n\nSoft as the breeze of even, \nThat checks each fault, that calms each fear, \nAnd speaks of heaven. \n\n5 And every virtue we possess, \n\nAnd every victory won, \nAnd every thought of holiness, \nAre his alone. \n\n6 Spirit of purity and grace, \n\nOur weakness, pitying, see ; \nO, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, \nAnd worthier thee. \n\n353. C. M. Watts \n\nBreathing after the Holy Spirit. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, \n\nWith all thy quickening powers, \nCome, shed abroad a Saviour\'s love \nIn these cold hearts of ours. \n\n2 Look ! how we grovel here below, \n\nFond of these trifling toys ! \nOur souls can neither fly nor go, \nTo reach eternal joys. \n\n188 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n3 In vain we tune oar formal songs ; \n\nIn vain we strive to rise ; \nHosannas languish on our tongues, \nAnd our devotion dies. \n\n4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live \n\nAt this poor, dying rate, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur love so faint, so cold to thee, \nAnd thine to us so great ? \n\n5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, \n\nWith all thy quickening powers, \nCome, shed abroad a Saviour\'s love, \nAnd that shall kindle ours. \n\n\n\nS54. L. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Spirit invoked. \n\n1 COME, sacred Spirit, from above, \nAnd fill the coldest heart with love ; \nO, turn to flesh the flinty stone, \n\nAnd let thy sovereign power be known. \n\n2 O, let a holy flock await, \n\nIn crowds, around thy temple gate, \nEach pressing on with zeal to be \nA living sacrifice to thee. \n\n355 \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Bickersteth\'s Col \n\nThe Spirit\'s Power. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, from above, \n\nWith thy celestial fire ; \nCome, and with flames of zeal and love \nOur hearts and tongues inspire. \n\n2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, \n\nNew life creates within ; \nHe quickens sinners from the death \nOf trespasses and sin. \n\n3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, \n\nAnd to our hearts reveals ; \nOur bodies he his temple makes, \nAnd our redemption seals. \n\n189 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n356. S. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nPrayer for the Spirit. \n\n1 BLEST Comforter divine, \n\nLet rays of heavenly love \nAmid our gloom and darkness shine, \nAnd guide our souls above. \n\n2 Turn us, with gentle voice, \n\nFrom every sinful way, \nAnd bid the mourning saint rejoice, \nThough earthly joys decay. \n\n3 By thine inspiring breath \n\nMake every cloud of care, \nAnd e\'en the gloomy vale of death, \nA smile of glory wear. \n\n4 O, fill thou every heart \n\nWith love to all our race ; \nGreat Comforter, to us impart \nThese blessings of thy grace. \n\n35#\xc2\xab L. M. Beddomb. \n\nThe indwelling Spirit. \n\n1 COME, thou eternal Spirit, come \n\nFrom heaven, thy glorious dwelling-place ; \nO, make my sinful heart thy home, \nAnd consecrate it by thy grace. \n\n2 There fix, O Lord, thy blest abode, \n\nAnd drive thy foes forever thence ; \nThere shed a Saviour\'s love abroad, \nAnd light, and life, and joy, dispense. \n\n3 My wants supply ; my fears suppress ; \n\nDirect my way, and hold me up ; \nTeach me, in times of deep distress, \nTo pray in faith, and wait in hope. \n\n358* L. M. Burder\'s Col. \n\nQuickening Spirit. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, \nAnd fit me to approach my God ; \nRemove each vain, each worldly thought, \nAnd lead me to thy blest abode. \n\n190 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n2 Hast thou imparted to my soul \n\nA living spark of holy fire ? \nO, kindle now the sacred flame, \nAnd make me burn with pure desire. \n\n3 A brighter faith and hope impart, \n\nAnd let me now my Saviour see ; \nO, spothe and cheer my burdened heart, \nAnd bid my spirit rest in thee. \n\nH59. H. JVi. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nPleading the Promise of the Spirit. \n\n1 O THOU that nearest prayer, \n\nAttend our humble cry, \nAnd let thy servants share \nThy blessing from on high : \nWe plead the promise of thy word ; \nGrant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord \n\n2 If earthly parents hear \n\nThen* children when they cry, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIf they, with love sincere, \n\nTheir varied wants supply, \xe2\x80\x94 \nMuch more wilt thou thy love display, \nAnd answer when thy children pray. \n\n3 Our heavenly Father, thou ; \n\nWe, children of thy grace : \nO let thy Spirit now \n\nDescend and fill the place : \nSo shall we feel the heavenly flame, \nAnd all unite to praise thy name, \n\n4 O, may that sacred fire, \n\nDescending from above, \nOur languid hearts inspire \nWith fervent zeal and love : \nEnlighten our beclouded eyes, \nAnd teach our grovelling souls to rise. \n\n5 And send thy Spirit down \n\nOn all the nations, Lord, \nWith great success to crown \nThe preaching of thy word, \nTill heathen lands shall own thy sway, \nAnd cast their idol gods away. \n\n391 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n360. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nReviving Spirit. \n\n1 ETERNAL Spirit, God of truth, \n\nOur contrite hearts inspire ; \nRevive the flame of heavenly love, \nAnd feed the pure desire. \n\n2 \'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, \n\nWith guilt and fear oppressed ; \n\'Tis thine to bid the dying live, \nAnd give the weary rest. \n\n3 Subdue the power of every sin, \n\nWhate\'er that sin may be, \nThat we, with humble, holy heart, \nMay worship only thee. \n\n4 Then with our spirits witness bear \n\nThat we are sons of God, \nRedeemed from sin, from death, and hell, \nThrough Christ\'s atoning blood. \n\n361. S. M. Hart. \n\nSanctifying Influence. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, come ; \n\nLet thy bright beams arise ; \nDispel the sorrow from our minds, \nThe darkness from our eyes. \n\n2 Convince us all of sin ; \n\nThen lead to Jesus\' blood, \nAnd to our wondering view reveal \nThe mercies of our God. \n\n3 Revive our drooping faith, \n\nOur doubts and fears remove, \nAnd kindle in our breasts the flame \nOf never-dying love. \n\n4 \'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, \n\nTo sanctify the soul, \nTo pour fresh life in every part, \nArid new-create the whole. \n\n5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts ; \n\nOur minds from bondage free ; \nThen shall we know, and praise, and love, \nThe Father, Son, and Thee. \n\n192 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n363. S. M. Beddome. \n\nSanctifying Influence. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, come, \n\nWith energy divine, \nAnd on this poor, benighted soul \nWith beams of mercy shine, \n\n2 Melt, melt this frozen heart ; \n\nThis stubborn will subdue ; \nEach evil passion overcome, \nAnd form me all anew. \n\n3 Mine will the profit be, \n\nBut thine shall be the praise ; \nAnd unto thee will I devote \nThe remnant of my days. \n\n363. S. M. Anon. \nSeal of Truth. \n\n1 THOU, Holy Spirit, art \n\nOf truth the promised seal ; \nConvincing power thou dost impart, \nAnd Jesus\' grace reveal. \n\n2 O, breathe thy quickening breath, \n\nAnd light and life afford ; \nInstruct us how to live by faith, \nAnd glorify the Lord. \n\n364. L. M. Eng. Bap. Col. \nDivine Influences compared to Raiu. \n\n1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, \nOur God shall send his Spirit down : \nEternal Source of grace divine, \n\nWhat soul-refreshing drops are thine ! \n\n2 That heavenly influence let us find \nIn holy silence of the mind, \n\nWhile every grace maintains its bloom, \nDiffusing wide its rich perfume. \n\n3 Nor let these blessings be confined \nTo us, but poured on all mankind, \nTill earth\'s rude wastes in verdure rise, \nAnd Eden\'s beauty greet our eyes. \n\n9 193 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n365. 8s & 7s. Jay. \n\nIndwelling Spirit. \n\n1 HOLY Ghost, dispel our sadness ; \n\nPierce the clouds of nature\'s night ; \nCome, thou Source of joy and gladness, \nBreathe thy life, and spread thy light. \n\n2 Author of our new creation, \n\nBid us all thine influence prove ; \nMake our souls thy habitation ; \nShed abroad the Saviour\'s love. \n\n366* 7s. Bathurst, \n\nThe teaching Spirit. \n\n1 HOLY Spirit, from on high, \nBend o\'er us a pitying eye ; \nNow refresh the drooping heart ; \nBid the power of sin depart \n\n2 Light up every dark recess \nOf our heart\'s ungodliness ; \nShow us every devious way \nWhere our steps have gone astray. \n\n3 Teach us, with repentant grief, \nHumbly to implore relief; \nThen the Saviour\'s blood reveal, \nAnd our broken spirits heal. \n\n4 May we daily grow in grace, \nAnd pursue the heavenly race, \nTrained in wisdom, led by love, \nTill we reach our rest above. \n\n367. C. M. Haweis, \n\nSource of Life and Light. \n\n1 GREAT Spirit, by whose mighty power \n\nAll creatines live and move, \n\nOn us thy benediction shower ; \n\nInspire our souls with love. \n\n2 Hail, Source of light ! arise and shine ; \n\nAll gloom and doubt dispel ; \nGive peace and joy, for we are thine ; \nIn us forever dwell. \n194 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n3 From death to life our spirits raise ; \n\nComplete redemption bring ; \nNew tongues impart to speak the praise \nOf Christ, our God and King. \n\n4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown \n\nTo all the world beside ; \nExulting, then, we feel and own \nOur Saviour glorified. \n\nH@8. L. M. Browne. \n\nOur Guide. \n\n1 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, \nWith light and comfort from above ; \nBe thou our Guardian, thou our Guide ; \nO\'er every thought and step preside. \n\n2 To us the light of truth display, \n\nAnd make us know and choose thy way ; \n\nPlant holy fear in every heart, \n\nThat we from God may ne\'er depart. \n\n3 Lead us to holiness \xe2\x80\x94 the road \nWhich we must take to dwell with God; \nLead us to Christ \xe2\x80\x94 the living way; \nNor let us from his pastures stray ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Lead us to God, \xe2\x80\x94 our final rest, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo be with him forever blest; \n\nLead us to heaven, its bliss to share \xe2\x80\x94 \nFulness of joy forever there. \n\n36J\xc2\xbb L. M. Beddome. \n\nTeachings of the Spirit. \n\n1 COME, blessed Spirit, Source of light, \n\nWhose power and grace are unconfined, \nDispel the gloomy shades of night, \nThe thicker darkness of the mind. \n\n2 To mine illumined eyes display \n\nThe glorious truth thy words reveal ; \nCause me to run the heavenly way ; \nMake me delight to do thy will. \n\nJ 95 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n3 Thine inward teachings make me know \n\nThe wonders of redeeming love, \nThe vanity of things below, \n\nAnd excellence of things above. \n\n4 While through these dubious paths I stray, \n\nSpread, like the sun, thy beams abroad ; \nO, show the dangers of the way, \nAnd guide my feeble steps to God \n\n370. 8s & 7s. Noel\'s Col. \n\nSource of Blessings. \n\n1 HOLY Source of consolation, \n\nLight and life thy grace imparts ; \nVisit us in thy compassion ; \n\nGuide our minds, and fill our hearts. \n\n2 Heavenly blessings, without measure, \n\nThou canst bring us from above ; \nLord, we ask that heavenly treasure, \nWisdom, holiness, and love. \n\n3 Dwell within us, blessed Spirit ; \n\nWhere thou art no ill can come ; \n\nBless us now, through Jesus\' merit ; \n\nReign in every heart and home. \n\n4 Saviour, lead us to adore thee, \n\nWhile thou dost prolong our days ; \nThen, with angel hosts before thee, \nMay we worship, love, and praise. \n\nSTl. 7s. Stocker. \n\nInfluences of the Spirit. \n\n1 GRACIOUS Spirit \xe2\x80\x94 Love divine! \nLet thy light within me shine ; \n\nAll my guilty fears remove ; \nFill me with thy heavenly love. \n\n2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me ; \nSet the burdened sinner free ; \nLead me to the Lamb of God ; \nWash me in his precious blood. \n\n196 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n3 Life and peace to me impart ; \nSeal salvation on my heart ; \nDwell thyself within my breast, \nEarnest of immortal rest. \n\n4 Let me never from thee stray ; \nKeep me in the narrow way ; \nFill my soul with joy divine ; \nKeep me, Lord, forever thine. \n\n372. 7s. Reed. \n\nThe Sanctifier. \n\n1 HOLY Ghost, with light divine, \nShine upon this heart of mine ; \nChase the shades of night away ; \nTurn the darkness into day. \n\n2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, \nCleanse this guilty heart of mine : \nLong has sin, without control, \nHeld dominion o\'er my soul. \n\n3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, \nCheer this saddened heart of mine ; \nBid my many woes depart ; \n\nHeal my wounded, bleeding heart. \n\n4 Holy Spirit, all divine, \n\nDwell within this heart of mine ; \nCast down every idol throne ; \nReign supreme, and reign alone. \n\n\xc2\xab57\xc2\xab$ \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Spirit desired, \n\n1 GREAT Father of our feeble race, \n\nBehold, thy servants wait ; \nWith longing eyes and lifted hands, \nWe flock around thy gate. \n\n2 O, shed abroad that royal gift, \n\nThy Spirit, from above, \nTo bless our eyes with sacred light, \nAnd fire our hearts with love. \n\n197 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n3 With speedy flight may he descend, \n\nAnd solid comfort bring, \nAnd o\'er our languid souls extend \nHis all-reviving whig. \n\n4 Blest earnest of eternal joy, \n\nDeclare our sins forgiven, \nAnd bear, with energy divine, \nOur raptured thoughts to heaven. \n\n5 Diffuse, O God, refreshing showers, \n\nThat earth its fruit may yield, \nAnd change this barren wilderness \nTo Carmel\'s flowery field. \n\n374. 7s & 6s. [Peculiar.] ToPLADY. \n\nThe Witness. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, I thy word believe ; \n\nMy unbelief remove ; \nNow thy quickening Spirit give, \n\nThe unction from above ; \nShow me, Lord, how good thou art ; \n\nNow thy gracious word fulfil ; \nSend the witness to my heart ; \n\nThe Holy Ghost reveal. \n\n2 Blessed Comforter, come down, \n\nAnd live and move in me ; \nMake my every deed thine own, \n\nIn all things led by thee ; \nBid my sin and fear depart, \n\nAnd" within, O, deign to dwell ; \nFaithful witness, in my heart \n\nThy perfect light reveal. \n\n3 Whom the world cannot receive, \n\nO Lord, reveal in me ; \nSon of God, I cease to live, \n\nUnless I live to thee : \nMake me choose the better part ; \n\nO, do thou my pardon seal ; \nSend the witness to my heart ; \n\nThe Holy Ghost reveal \n\n198 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n375. C. M. Campbell\'s Col. \nPrayer for Edification. \n\n1 THY Spirit pour, O gracious Lord, \n\nOn all assembled here ; \nLet us receive th\' ingrafted word \nWith meekness and with fear. \n\n2 By faith in thee, the soul receives \n\nNew life, though dead before ; \nAnd he who in thy name believes \nShall live, to die no more. \n\n3 Preserve the power of faith alive \n\nIn those who love thy name ; \nFor sin and Satan daily strive \nTo quench the sacred flame. \n\n4 Thy grace and mercy first prevailed \n\nFrom death to set us free ; \nAnd, often since, our life had failed, \nUnless renewed by thee. \n\n5 To thee we look ; to thee we bow ; \n\nTo thee for help we call ; \n\nOur life, our resurrection, thou, \n\nOur hope, our joy, our all. \n\n376. L. M Watts. \n\nThe Spirit enlightening and renewing. \n\n1 ETERNAL Spirit, we confess \nAnd sing the wonders of thy grace ; \nThy power conveys our blessings down \nFrom God the Father, and the Son. \n\n2 Enlightened by thine heavenly ray, \nOur shades and darkness turn to day ; \nThine inward teachings make us know \nOur danger and our refuge too. \n\n3 Thy power and glory work within, \nAnd break the chains of reigning sin ; \nOur wild, imperious lusts subdue, \nAnd form our wretched hearts anew. \n\n4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice ; \nThy cheering words awake our joys; \nThy words allay the stormy wind, \n\nAnd calm the surges of the mind. \n\n199 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n377. C. M. Watts. \n\nRegeneration by the Spb\'it. \n\n1 NOT all the outward forms on earth, \n\nNor rites that God has given, \nNor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, \nCan raise a soul to heaven. \n\n2 The sovereign will of God alone \n\nCreates us heirs of grace, \nBorn in the image of his Son, \nA new, peculiar race. \n\n3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, \n\nBreathes on the sons of flesh, \nCreates anew the carnal mind, \nAnd forms the man afresh. \n\n4 Our quickened souls awake and rise \n\nFrom their long sleep of death ; \n\nOn heavenly things we fix our eyes, \n\nAnd praise employs our breath. \n\nu7"\xc2\xab S. M. Montgomery. \n\nGod working in the Soul, \n\n1 \'TIS God the Spirit leads \n\nIn paths before unknown : \nThe work to be performed is ours ; \nThe strength is all his own. \n\n2 Supported by his grace, \n\nWe still pursue our way, \nAnd hope at last to reach the prize, \nSecure in endless day. \n\n3 \'Tis he that works to will ; \n\n\'Tis he that works to do ; \nThe power by which we act is his, \nAnd his the glory too. \n\n379. C. M. Beddome. \n\nSovereignty of the Spirit. \n\n1 THE blessed Spirit, like the wind, \nBlows when and where he please : \nHow happy are the men who feel \nThe soul-enlivening breeze ! \n\n200 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n2 He moulds the carnal mind afresh, \n\nSubdues the power of sin, \nTransforms the heart of stone to flesh, \nAnd plants his grace within. \n\n3 He sheds abroad the Father\'s love, \n\nApplies redeeming blood, \nBids both our guilt and fear remove, \nAnd brings us home to God. \n\n4 Lord, fill each dead, benighted soul \n\nWith light, and life, and joy : \nNone can thy mighty power control, \nOr shall thy work destroy. \n\n380, L. M. C. Wesley. \n\nThe Spirit entreated not to depart. \n\n1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, \n\nThough I have done thee such despite ; \nCast not a sinner quite away, \nNor take thine everlasting flight. \n\n2 Though I have most unfaithful been \n\nOf all who e\'er thy grace received, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTen thousand times thy goodness seen, \n\nTen thousand times thy goodness grieved, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare, \n\nIn honor of my great High Priest ; \nNor, in thy righteous anger, swear \nI shall not see thy people\'s rest. \n\n4 My weary soul, O God, release ; \n\nUphold me with thy gracious hand ; \nO, guide me into perfect peace, \n\nAnd bring me to the promised land. \n\nS81. C. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nThe Holy Spirit grieved. \n\n1 THE God of grace will never leave \nOr cast away his own ; \nAnd yet, when we his Spirit grieve, \nHis comforts are withdrawn. \n\n9* 201 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n2 IF noisy war, or strife, abound, \n\nWe grieve the peaceful Dove ; \nHis gracious aid is ever found \nIn paths of truth and love. \n\n3 Should we indulge one secret sin, \n\nOr disregard his laws, \nHis succors and support, within, \nThe Spirit, vexed, withdraws. \n\n4 Forbid it, gracious Lord, that we, \n\nWho, from thy hand, receive \nThe Spirit\'s power to make us free, \nShould e\'er that Spirit grieve. \n\n383. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Earnest of Heaven. \n\n1 WHY should the children of a King \n\nGo mourning all their days ? \nGreat Comforter, descend, and bring \nSome tokens of thy grace. \n\n2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, \n\nAnd seal them, heirs of heaven ? \nWhen wilt thou banish my complaints, \nAnd show my sins forgiven ? \n\n3 Assure my conscience of her part \n\nIn my Redeemer\'s blood, \nAnd bear thy witness, with my heart, \nThat I am born of God. \n\n4 Thou art the earnest of his love, \n\nThe pledge of joys to come ; \nAnd thy soft wings, celestial Dove, \nWill safely bear me home. \n\n383. L. M. T. Scott. \n\nPrayer for the Return of the Spirit. \n\n1 O LORD, and shall our fainting souls \nThy just displeasure ever mourn ? \nThy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn, \nWill he no more to us return ? \n202 \n\n\n\nTHE HOLY SPIRIT. \n\n2 Great source of light and peace, return, \n\nNor let us mourn and sigh in vain ; \nCome, repossess our longing hearts \nWith all the graces of thy train. \n\n3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand, \n\nOnce more be with thy presence blest ; \nHere be thy grace anew displayed ; \nBe this thine everlasting rest. \n\nS84. C. M. S. F. Smith. \n\nSpirit of Holiness. \n\n1 SPIRIT of holiness, descend ; \n\nThy people wait for thee ; \nThine ear, in kind compassion, lend ; \nLet us thy mercy see. \n\n2 Behold, thy weary churches wait, \n\nWith wishful, longing eyes ; \nLet us no more lie desolate ; \nO, bid thy light arise. \n\n3 Thy light, that on our souls hath shone, \n\nLeads us in hope to thee ; \nLet us not feel its rays alone \xe2\x80\x94 \nAlone thy people be. \n\n4 O, bring our dearest friends to God ; \n\nRemember those we love ; \nFit them, on earth, for thine abode ; \nFit them for joys above. \n\n5 Spirit of holiness, \'tis thine \n\nTo hear our feeble prayer ; \nCome, \xe2\x80\x94 for we wait thy power divine, \xe2\x80\x94 \nLet us thy mercy share. \n\n38H. C. M. Bathurst. \n\nSpirit of Holiness. \n\n1 SPIRIT of holiness, look down, \nOur fainting hearts to cheer ; \nAnd, when we tremble at thy frown, \nO, bring thy comforts near. \n\n203 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n2 The fear which thy convictions wrought, \n\nO, let thy grace remove ; \nAnd may the souls which thou hast taught \nTo weep, now learn to love. \n\n3 Now let thy saving mercy heal \n\nThe wounds it made before ; \nNow on our hearts impress thy seal, \nThat we may doubt no more. \n\n4 Complete the work thou hast begun, \n\nAnd make our darkness light, \nThat we a glorious race may run, \nTill faith be lost in sight. \n\n5 Then, as our wondering eyes discern \n\nThe Lord\'s unclouded face, \n\nIn fitter language we shall learn \n\nTo sing triumphant grace. \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES \n\n386. C. M. Watts. \n\nExcellency of the Scriptures. \n\n1 LET all the heathen writers join \n\nTo form one perfect book ; \nGreat God, if once compared with tliine, \nHow mean their writings look ! \n\n2 Not the most perfect rules they gave \n\nCould show one sin forgiven, \n\nNor lead a step beyond the grave ; \n\nBut thine conduct to heaven. \n\n3 I\'ve seen an end of what we call \n\nPerfection here below \xe2\x80\x94 \nHow short the powers of nature fall, \nAnd can no farther go. \n\n4 Yet men would fain be just with God, \n\nBy works their hands have wrought ; \nBut thy commands, exceeding broad. \nExtend to every thought. \n\n204 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n5 In vain we boast perfection here, \n\nWhile sin defiles our frame, \nAnd sinks our virtues down so far, \nThey scarce deserve the name. \n\n6 Our faith, and love, and every grace, \n\nFall far below thy word ; \nBut perfect truth and righteousness \nDwell only with the Lord. \n\n387. L. M. Heginbotham. \nA Saviour seen in the Scriptures. \n\n1 NOW let my soul, eternal King, \nTo thee its grateful tribute bring ; \nMy knee with humble homage bow ; \nMy tongue perform its solemn vow. \n\n2 All nature sings thy boundless love, \nIn worlds below, and worlds above ; \nBut in thy blessed word I trace \nDiviner wonders of thy grace. \n\n3 There what delightful truths I read ! \nThere I behold the Saviour bleed ; \nHis name salutes my listening ear, \nRevives my heart, and checks my fear. \n\n4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease, \nAnd gives my laboring conscience peace ; \nThere lifts my grateful passions high, \nAnd points to mansions in the sky. \n\n5 For love like this, O, let my song, \nThrough endless years, thy praise prolong ; \nLet distant climes thy name adore, \n\nTill time and nature are no more. \n\n388. L. M. Watts, \n\nA written Revelation. \n\n1 LET everlasting glories crown \n\nThy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; \n\nThy hands have brought salvation down, \n\nAnd stored the blessings in thv word. \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n2 In vain the trembling conscience seeka \n\nSome solid ground to rest upon ; \nWith long despair the spirit breaks, \nTill we apply to Christ alone. \n\n3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! \n\nHow wise and holy thy commands ! \nThy promises, how firm they be ! \n\nHow firm our hope and comfort stands ! \n\n4 Should ail the forms that men devise \n\nAssault my faith with treacherous art, \nI\'d call them vanity and lies, \n\nAnd bind the gospel to my heart. \n\nS89. C. M. W^rxs. \n\nLove of the Scriptures. \n\n1 O, HOW I love thy holy law! \n\n\'Tis daily my delight ; \nAnd thence my meditations draw \nDivine advice by night. \n\n2 My waking eyes prevent the day, \n\nTo meditate thy word ; \n3Uy soul with longing melts away, \nTo hear thy gospel, Lord. \n\n3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, \n\nAnd well employ my tongue, \nAnd, through my weary pilgrimage, \nYield me a heavenly song. \n\n4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, \n\nThy promises of grace \nAre pillars to support my hope, \nAnd there I write thy praise. \n\no9v\xc2\xbb S. M. Beddome. \n\nSuperiority of the Scriptures \n\n1 O LORD, thy perfect word \nDirects our steps aright ; \nNor can all other books afford \nSuch profit or delight. \n\n206 \n\n\n\nTEE SCRIPTURES. \n\n2 Celestial light it sheds, \n\nTo cheer this vale below ; \nTo distant lands its glory spreads, \nAnd streams of mercy flow. \n\n3 True wisdom it imparts ; \n\nCommands our hope and fear ; \nO, may we hide it in our hearts, \nAnd feel its influence there. \n\n391. S. M. Watts. \n\nHie Books of Nature and Scripture. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the lofty sky \n\nDeclares its Maker, God, \nAnd all his starry works on high \nProclaim his power abroad. \n\n2 The darkness and the light \n\nStill keep their course the same ; \nWhile night to day, and day to night, \nDivinely teach his name. \n\n3 In every different land \n\nTheir general voice is known ; \nThey show the wonders of his hand, \nAnd orders of his throne. \n\n4 Ye Christian lands, rejoice ; \n\nHere he reveals his word ; \nWe are not left to nature\'s voice \nTo bid us know the Lord. \n\n392. C. M. Fawcett. \nPreciousness of the Bible. \n\n1 HOW precious is the book divine, \n\nBy inspiration given ! \nBright as a lamp its doctrines shine, \nTo guide our souls to heaven. \n\n2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts \n\nIn this dark vale of tears ; \nLife, light, and joy, it still imparts, \nAnd quells our rising fears. \n\n207 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n3 This lamp, through all the tedious night \nOf life, shall guide our way, \nTill we behold the clearer light \nOf an eternal day \n\n390. C. M. Epis. Col. \n\nSufficiency of the Scriptures, \n\n1 GREAT God, with wonder and with praise \n\nOn all thy works I look ; \nBut still thy wisdom, power, and grace, \nShine brightest in thy book. \n\n2 Here are my choicest treasures hid ; \n\nHere my best comfort lies ; \n\nHere my desires are satisfied ; \n\nAnd here my hopes arise. \n\n3 Lord, make me understand thy law ; \n\nShow what my faults have been ; \nAnd from thy gospel let me draw \nThe pardon of my sin. \n\n394. L. P. M. Watts. \n\nDelight and Instruction from the Bible, \n\n1 I LOVE the volume of thy word ; \nWhat light and joy those leaves afford \n\nTo souls benighted and distressed i \nThy precepts guide my doubtful way ; \nThy fear forbids my feet to stray ; \n\nThy promise leads my heart to rest \n\n2 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, \nAnd warn me where my danger lies ; \n\nBut \'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, \nThat makes my guilty conscience clean, \nConverts my sou], subdues my sin, \n\nAnd gives a free, but large reward. \n\n3 Who knows the errors ot his thoughts ? \nMy God, forgive my secret faults, \n\ni\\nd from presumptuous sins restrain ; \nAccept my poor attempts of praise, \nThat I have read thy book of grace, \n\nAnd book of nature, not in vain. \n\n208 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n395* C. M. Cowper. \n\nThe Bible the Light of the World. \n\n1 WHAT glory gilds the sacred page ! \n\nMajestic, like the sun, \nIt gives a light to every age ; \nIt gives, but borrows none. \n\n2 The power that gave it still supplies \n\nThe gracious light and heat : \nIts truths upon the nations rise ; \nThey rise, but never set. \n\n3 Let everlasting thanks be thine \n\nFor such a bright display \nAs makes a world of darkness shine \nWith beams of heavenly day. \n\n4 My soul rejoices to pursue \n\nThe steps of Him I love, \nTill glory breaks upon my view \nIn brighter worlds above. \n\n396. C. M. Campbell\'s Col, \n\nThe Glory of the Word. \n\n1 A GLORY in the word we find, \n\nWhen grace restores our sight ; \n\nBut sin has darkened all the mind, \n\nAnd veiled the heavenly light. \n\n2 When God the Spirit clears our view, \n\nHow bright the doctrines shine ! \nTheir holy fruits and sweetness show \nThe Author is divine. \n\n3 How blest are we with open face \n\nTo view thy glory, Lord, \nAnd all thy image here to trace \nReflected in thy word ! \n\n4 O, teach us, as we look, to grow \n\nIn holiness and love, \nThat we may long to see and know \nThy glorious face above. \n\n*9 209 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n1197. a M. Steele. \n\nThe Bible suited to our Wants. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word \n\nWhat endless glory shines ! \nForever be thy name adored, \nFor these celestial lines. \n\n2 \'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, \n\nAnd yields a free repast ; \nHere purer sweets than nature knows \nInvite the longing taste. \n\n3 \'Tis here the Saviour\'s welcome voice \n\nSpreads heavenly peace around, \nAnd life, and everlasting joys, \nAttend the blissful sound. \n\n4 O, may these heavenly pages be \n\nMy ever-dear delight ; \nAnd still new beauties may I see, \nAnd still increasing light \n\n5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, \n\nBe thou forever near ; \nTeach me to love thy sacred word, \nAnd view my Saviour here. \n\n398. C. M. Watts. \n\nValue of the Scriptures. \n\n1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears, \n\nI fly to thee, my Lord ; \nAnd not a gleam of hope appeal\'s, \nBut in thy written word. \n\n2 The volume of my Father\'s grace \n\nDoes allrmy grief assuage ; \nHere I behold my Saviour\'s face \nIn almost every page. \n\n3 This is the field where hidden lies \n\nThe pearl of price unknown ; \nThat merchant is divinely wise \nWho makes this pearl his own. \n\n4 Here consecrated water flows, \n\nTo quench my thirst of sin ; \n\'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows : \nNo danger dwells therein. \n\n210 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n5 This is the Judge that ends the strife \n\nWhere wit and reason fail, \nMy Guide to everlasting life \nThrough all this gloomy vale. \n\n6 O, may thy counsels, mighty God, \n\nMy roving feet command, \nNor I forsake the happy road \nWhich leads to thy right hand. \n\n899. C. M. Evan. Mag. \n\nRevelation welcomed. \n\n1 HAIL, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays \n\nDispel the shades of night, \n\nDiffusing o\'er the mental world \n\nThe healing beams of light. \n\n2 Thy word, O Lord, with friendly aid, \n\nRestores our wandering feet, \nConverts the sorrows of the mind \nTo joys divinely sweet. \n\n3 O, send thy light and truth abroad \n\nIn all their radiant blaze, \nAnd bid th\' admiring world adore \nThe glories of thy grace. \n\n400. L. M. Watts. \n\nDivine Authority of the Bible. \n\n1 \'TWAS by an order from the Lord, \nThe ancient prophets spoke his word ; \nHis Spirit did their tongues inspire, \n\nAnd warm then* hearts with heavenly fire. \n\n2 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look \nOn all the pages of thy book ; \n\nThere my Redeemer\'s face I see, \nAnd read his name who died for me. \n\n3 Let the false raptures of the mind \nBe lost and vanish in the wind : \nHere I can fix my hope secure ; \nThis is thy word, and must endure. \n\n211 \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n401. C. M. Stennett. \nThe Riches of God\'s Word. \n\n1 LET worldly men, from shore to shore, \n\nTheir chosen good pursue ; \nThy word, O Lord, we value more \nThan treasures of Peru. \n\n2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy, \n\nAre opened to our sight ; \n\nThe purest gold without alloy, \n\nAnd gems divinely bright. \n\n3 The counsels of redeeming grace \n\nThese sacred leaves unfold ; \nAnd here the Saviour\'s lovely face \nOur raptured eyes behold. \n\n4 Here light, descending from above, \n\nDirects our doubtful feet ; \nHere promises of heavenly love \nOur ardent wishes meet. \n\n5 Our numerous griefs are here redressed, \n\nAnd all our wants supplied : \nNought we can ask to make us blest \nIs hi this book denied. \n\n402. C. M. Watts. \nComfort from the Bible. \n\n1 LORD, 1 have made thy word my choice, \n\nMy lasting heritage; \nThere shall my noblest powers rejoice, \nMy warmest thoughts engage. \n\n2 Fll read the histories of thy love, \n\nAnd keep thy laws in sight, \nWhile through the promises I rove, \nWith ever-fresh delight. \n\n3 \'Tis a broad land, of wealth unknown, \n\nWhere springs of life arise, \nSeeds of immortal bliss are sown, \nAnd hidden glory lies. \n212 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n4 The best relief that mourners have, \nIt makes our sorrows blest ; \nOur fairest hope beyond the grave, \nAnd our eternal rest. \n\n403. S. M. Watts \n\nPower of God\'s Word, \n\n1 BEHOLD, the morning sun \n\nBegins his glorious way ; \nHis beams through all the nations run. \nAnd life and light convey. \n\n2 But where the gospel comes, \n\nIt spreads diviner light ; \nIt calls dead sinners from their tombs, \nAnd gives the blind their sight. \n\n3 How perfect is thy word ! \n\nAnd all thy judgments just ! \nForever sure thy promise, Lord, \nAnd we securely trust. \n\n4 My gracious God, how plain \n\nAre thy directions given ! \nO, may I never read in vain, \nBut find the path to heaven. \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL, \n\n404:. L. M. BEDDOME. \n\nThe Gospel originating in sovereign Mercy. \n\n1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son, \nMakes his eternal counsels known : \nHere love in all its glory shines, \nAnd truth is drawn in fairest lines. \n\n2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, \n\nMay taste his grace, and learn his name : \n\nMay read, in characters of blood, \n\nThe wisdom, power, and grace, of God* \n\n213 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes \n\nA brighter world beyond the skies ; \n\nHere shines the light which guides our way \n\nFrom earth to realms of endless day. \n\n4 O, grant us grace, almighty Lord, \nTo read and mark thy holy word, \nIts truths with meekness to receiye, \nAnd by its holy precepts live. \n\n4\xc2\xa95, S. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Purpose of Mercy. \n\n1 THE Lord on high proclaims \n\nHis Godhead from his throne ; \nMercy and justice are the names \nBy which he will be known. \n\n2 Ye dying souls, that sit \n\nIn darkness and distress, \nLook from the borders of the pit \nTo his recovering grace. \n\n3 Sinners shall hear the sound ; \n\nTheir thankful tongues shall own \nTheir righteousness and strength are found \nIn thee, O Lord, alone. \n\n4 In thee shall Israel trust, \n\nAnd see their guilt forgiven ; \nThou wilt pronounce the sinners just, \nAnd take the saints to heaven. \n\n406. L. M. BO WRING. \n\nThe Teaching of Jesus. \n\n1 HOW sweetly flowed the gospel sound \n\nFrom lips of gentleness and grace, \nWhen listening thousands gathered round, \nAnd joy and gladness filled the place ! \n\n2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, \n\nTo heaven he led his followers\' way ; \nDark clouds of gloomy night he broke, \nUnveiling an immortal day. \n214 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father\'s home ; \n\nCome, all ye weary ones, and rest : " \nYes, sacred Teacher, we will come, \nObey thee, love thee, and be blest. \n\n4 Decay, then, tenements of dust ; \n\nPillars of* earthly pride, decay : \nA nobler mansion waits the just, \nAnd Jesus has prepared the way. \n\n4\xc2\xa97. H. M. TOPLADY. \n\nThe Jubilee proclaimed. \n\n1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, \n\nThe gladly-solemn sound ; \nLet all the nations know, \n\nTo earth\'s remotest bound, \nThe year of jubilee is come ; \nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. \n\n2 Exalt the Lamb of God, \n\nThe sin-atoning Lamb ; \nRedemption by his blood, \n\nThrough all the lands, proclaim : \nThe year of jubilee is come ; \nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. \n\n3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, \n\nYour liberty receive, \nAnd safe in Jesus dwell, \n\nAnd blest in Jesus live : \nThe year of jubilee is come ; \nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. \n\n4 The gospel trumpet hear, \n\nThe news of pardoning grace : \nYe happy souls, draw near ; \n\nBehold your Saviour\'s face : \nThe year of jubilee is come ; \nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. \n\n5 Jesus, our great High Priest, \n\nHas full atonement made ; \nYe weaiy spirits, rest; \n\nYe mourning souls, be glad: \nThe year of jubilee is come ; \nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. \n\n215 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n408. C. ML Watts \nRejoicing in the Gospel. \n\n1 BLEST are the souls that hear and know \n\nThe gospel\'s joyful sound ; \nPeace shall attend the paths they go, \nAnd light their steps surround. \n\n2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, \n\nThrough then Redeemer\'s name ; \nHis righteousness exalts their hope, \nNor Satan dares condemn. \n\n3 The Lord, our glory and defence, \n\nStrength and salvation gives ; \nIsrael, thy King forever reigns, \nThy God forever lives. \n\n409. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Power of Truth. \n\n1 THIS is the word of truth and love, \nSent to the nations from above ; \nJehovah here resolves to show \nWhat his almighty grace can do. \n\n2 This remedy did wisdom find, \nTo heal diseases of the mind \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThis sovereign balm, whose virtues can \nRestore the ruined creature, man. \n\n3 The gospel bids the dead revive ; \nSinners obey the voice, and live ; \n\nDry bones are raised, and clothed afresh, \nAnd hearts of stone are turned to flesh. \n\n4 May but this grace my soul renew, \nLet sinners gaze and hate me too ; \nThe word that saves me does engage \nA sure defence from all their rage. \n\n410. C. M. Medley. \n\nThe Fountain of living Waters. \n\n1 O, WHAT amazing words of grace \nAre in the gospel found ! \nSuited to every sinner\'s case, \nWho hears the joyful sound. \n216 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL* \n\n2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds ; \nYour every burden bring ; \nHere love, unchanging love, abounds, \nA deep, celestial spring. \n\n8 This spring with living water flows, \nAnd heavenly joy imparts ; \nCome, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, \nAnd drink with thankful hearts. \n\n4 A host of sinners, vile as you, \n\nHave here found life and peace ; \nCome, then, and prove its virtues too, \nAnd drink, adore, and bless. \n\n411. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Gospel a Savor of Life or Death. \n\n1 CHRIST and his cross are all our theme ,* \n\nThe mysteries that we speak \nAre scandal in the Jews\' esteem, \nAnd folly to the Greek. \n\n2 But souls enlightened from above \n\nWith joy receive the word : \nThey see what wisdom, power, and love, \nShine in their dying Lord. \n\n3 The vital savor of his name \n\nRestores their fainting breath ; \nBut unbelief perverts the same \nTo guilt, despair, and death. \n\n4 Till God diffuse his graces down, \n\nLike showers of heavenly rain, \nIn vain Apollos sows the ground, \nAnd Paul may plant in vain. \n\n4:1.2. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nSinners called by Jehovah. \n\n1 THE Lord Jehovah calls; \nBe every ear inclined ; \nMay such a voice awake each heart, \nAnd captivate the mind. \n10 217 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEI*. \n\n2 If he in thunder speak, \n\nEarth trembles at his nod ; \nBut milder accents here proclaim \nThe condescending God. \n\n3 O, harden not your hearts, \n\nBut hear his voice to-day ; \nLest, ere to-morrow\'s earliest dawn, \nHe call your souls away. \n\n4 Almighty God, pronounce \n\nThe word of conquering grace ; \nSo shall the flint dissolve to tears, \nAnd scorners seek thy face. \n\n4rlw\xc2\xab 7s. Barbauld. \n\nChrist\'s Invitation. \n\n1 COME, saith Jesus\' sacred voice, \nCome, and make my paths your choice ; \nI will guide you to your home ; \nWeary pilgrims, hither come. \n\n2 Hither come ; for here is found \nBalm for every bleeding wound, \nPeace which ever shall endure, \nRest, eternal, sacred, sure. \n\n414U L. M. Bickersteth\'s Col. \n\nThe Wanderer invited. \n\n1 WANDERER from God, return, return, \n\nAnd seek an injured Father\'s face ; \n\nThose warm desires, that in thee bum, \n\nWere kindled by reclaiming grace. \n\n2 Wanderer from God, return, return ; \n\nThy Father hears that deep-felt sigh ; \nHe sees thy softened spirit mourn ; \nAnd mercy\'s voice invites thee nigh. \n\n3 Wanderer from God, return, return ; \n\nRenounce thy fears ; thy Saviour lives ; \nGo to his bleeding cross, and learn \nHow freely, fully, he forgives. \n\n218 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE SOSPEL. \n\n4:15. 7s. Wincheli/s Skl. \n\nSinners urged to accept the Invitation. \n\n1 YE who in his courts are found, \nListening to the joyful sound, \nLost and helpless as ye are, \nSons of sorrow, sin, and care, \nGlorify the King of kings ; \nTake the peace the gospel brings. \n\n2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes ; \nView this bleeding sacrifice ; \n\nSee in him your sins forgiven, \nPardon, holiness, and heaven ; \nGlorify the King of kings ; \nTake the peace the gospel brings. \n\n416. 8s, 7s & 4. Hart. \n\nSinners entreated by the Mercies of Christ. \n\n1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, \n\nCome in mercy\'s gracious hour ; \nJesus ready stands to save you, \nFull of pity, love, and power: \n\nHe is able \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe is willing \xe2\x80\x94 doubt no more. \n\n2 Let no sense of guilt prevent you, \n\nNor of fitness fondly dream ; \nAll the fitness he requireth \nIs to feel your need of him : \n\nThis he gives you ; \n\'Tis the Spirit\'s rising beam. \n\n3 Agonizing in the garden, \n\nLo ! your Saviour prostrate lies \nOn the bloody tree behold him ; \n\nThere he groans, and bleeds, and dies : \n\n"It is finished;" \nHeaven\'s atoning sacrifice. \n\n4 Lo ! th\' incarnate God, ascended, \n\nPleads the merit of his blood ; \nVenture on him \xe2\x80\x94 venture wholly ; \nLet no other trust intrude : \n\nNone but Jesus \nCan do helpless sinners good. \n\n219 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n417. L. M. Watts. \nChrist\'s Invitation to Sinners. \n\n1 " COME hither, all ye weary souls, \n\nYe heavy-laden sinners, come ; \nFll give you rest from all your toils, \nAnd raise you to my heavenly home. \n\n2 " They shall find rest who learn of me : \n\nI\'m of a meek and lowly mind ; \nBut passion rages like the sea, \nAnd pride is restless as the wind. \n\n3 " Blest is the man whose shoulders take \n\nMy yoke, and bear it with delight : \nMy yoke is easy to the neck ; \n\nMy grace shall make the burden light" \n\n4 Jesus, we come at thy command ; \n\nWith faith, and hope, and humble zeal, \nResign our spirits to thy hand, \n\nTo mould and guide us at thy will. \n\n418. C. M. Huntingdon\'s Col. \nYet there is Room. \n\n1 COME, sinner, to the gospel feast ; \n\nO, come without delay ; \nFor there is room in Jesus\' breast \nFor all who will obey. \n\n2 There\'s room in God\'s eternal love \n\nTo save thy precious soul ; \nRoom in the Spirit\'s grace above \nTo heal and make thee whole. \n\n3 There\'s room within the church, redeemed \n\nWith blood of Christ divine ; \nRoom in the white-robed throng, convened, \nFor that dear soul of thine. \n\n4 There\'s room in heaven among the choir, \n\nAnd harps and crowns of gold, \nAnd glorious palms of victory there, \nAnd joys that ne\'er were told. \n\n5 There\'s room around thy Father\'s board \n\nFor thee and thousands more : \nO, come and welcome to the Lord ; \nYea, come this very hour. \n\n220 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\nL. M. 6 l. Epis. Col. \n\nTlie Gospel adapted to give Peace and Rest. \n\n1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan \n\nHath taught the rocks the notes of woe ; \nCease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, \n\nAnd let thy tears forget to flow : \nBehold, the precious balm is found, \nTo lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. \n\n2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ; \n\nUnburden here thy weighty load ; \nHere find thy refuge and thy rest, \n\nAnd trust the mercy of thy God : \nThy God \'s thy Saviour \xe2\x80\x94 glorious word ! \nForever love and praise the Lord. \n\n4L20. C. M. Steele. \n\nYet there is Room. \n\n1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, \n\nBehold a royal feast, \nWhere Mercy spreads her bounteous store \nFor every humble guest. \n\n2 There Jesus stands with open arms ; \n\nHe calls \xe2\x80\x94 he bids you come : \nThough guilt restrains, and fear alarms, \nBehold, there yet is room. \n\n3 O, come, and with his children taste \n\nThe blessings of his love ; \nWhile hope expects the sweet repast \nOf nobler joys above. \n\n4 There, with united heart and voice, \n\nBefore th\' eternal throne, \nTen thousand thousand souls rejoice, \nIn songs on earth unknown. \n\n5 And yet ten thousand thousand more \n\nAre welcome still to come : \nYe longing souls, the grace adore, \nAnd enter while there\'s room. \n\n221 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n421 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Steele. \n\nRest for the weary Penitent \n\n1 COME, weary souls, with sin distressed, \nCome, and accept the promised rest ; \nThe Saviour\'s gracious call obey, \n\nAnd cast your gloomy fears away. \n\n2 Oppressed with sin, a painful load, \n\nO, come and spread your woes abroad : \nDivine compassion, mighty love, \nWill all the painful load remove. \n\n3 Here mercy\'s boundless ocean flows, \n\nTo cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; \nPardon, and life, and endless peace ; \nHow rich the gift ! how free the grace ! \n\n4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, \nThe hope thy gracious words impart ; \nWe come with trembling, yet rejoice, \nAnd bless the kind, inviting voice. \n\n5 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous love \nConfirm our faith, our fears remove ; \nO, sweetly influence every breast, \nAnd guide us to eternal rest. \n\n422. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Gospel Trumpet \n\n1 LET every mortal ear attend, \n\nAnd every heart rejoice ; \nThe trumpet of the gospel sounds \nWith an inviting voice. \n\n2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, \n\nThat feed upon the wind, \nAnd vainly strive with earthly toys \nTo fill an empty mind, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared \n\nA soul-reviving feast, \nAnd bids your longing appetites \nThe rich provision taste. \n\n4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, \n\nAnd pine away, and die, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHere you may quench your raging thirst \nWith springs that never dry. \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n5 The happy gates of gospel grace \nStand open night and day ; \nLord, we are come to seek supplies, \nAnd drive our wants away. \n\n423. C. M. Steele. \nThe Saviour\'s Invitation, \n\n1 THE Saviour calls ; let every ear \n\nAttend the heavenly sound ; \nYe doubting soids, dismiss your fear ; \nHope smiles reviving round. \n\n2 For every thirsty, longing heart, \n\nHere streams of bounty flow, \nAnd life, and health, and bliss, impart, \nTo banish mortal woe. \n\n3 Ye sinners, come ; \'tis mercy\'s voice ; \n\nThat gracious voice obey ; \n\'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys ; \nAnd can you yet delay ? \n\n4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; \n\nTo thee let sinners fly, \nAnd take the bliss thy love imparts, \nAnd drink, and never die. \n\n424. C. M. Doddridge. \nAll Tilings ready, \n\n1 THE King of heaven his table spreads, \n\nAnd dainties crown the board: \nNot Paradise, with all its joys, \nCould such delight aftbrd. \n\n2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed \n\nIn sin\'s dark mazes, come ; \nCome from your most obscure retreats, \nAnd grace shall find you room. \n\n3 Millions of souls, in glory now, \n\nWere fed and feasted here ; \nAnd millions more, still on the way, \nAround the board appear. \n\n223 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n4 Yet are his house and heart so large, \n\nThat millions more may come ; \nNor could the whole assembled world \nO\'erfill the spacious room. \n\n5 All things are ready ; come away, \n\nNor weak excuses frame : \nCome, taste the dainties of the feast, \nAnd bless the Master\'s name. \n\n425. C. M. Doddridge. \nMutual Invitation. \n\n1 COME, let us join our souls to God \n\nIn everlasting bands, \nAnd seize the blessings he bestows \nWith eager hearts and hands. \n\n2 Come, let us to his temple haste, \n\nAnd seek his favor there, \nBefore his footstool humbly bow, \nAnd offer fervent prayer \n\n3 Come, let us share, without delay, \n\nThe blessings of his grace ; \nNor shall the years of distant life \nTheir memory e\'er efface. \n\n4 O, may our children ever haste \n\nTo seek their fathers\' God, \n\nNor e\'er forsake the happy path \n\nTheir father\'s\' feet have trod. \n\n426. 7s, 6 l. Haweis. \nCome and welcome. \n\n1 FROM the cross uplifted high, \nWhere the Saviour deigns to die, \nWhat melodious sounds we hear, \nBursting on the ravished ear ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n" Love\'s redeeming work is doue ; \nCome and welcome, sinner, come. \n\n2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne. \nWhy beneath thy burdens groan ? \n\nOn my pierced body laid, \nJustice owns the ransom paid ; \nBow the knee, embrace the Son ; \nCome and welcome, sinner, come* \n\n224 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n3 " Spread for thee, the festal board \nSee with richest dainties stored ; \nTo thy Father\'s bosom pressed, \nYet again a child confessed, \nNever from his house to roam, \nCome and welcome, sinner, come. \n\n4 " Soon the days of life shall end ; \nLo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, \nSafe your spirits to convey \n\nTo the realms of endless day, \n\nUp to my eternal home ; \n\nCome and welcome, sinner, come." \n\n427. 7s, 6l Anon. \nLook to Christ. \n\n1 WEARY sinner, keep thine eyes \nOn th\' atoning Sacrifice ; \n\nView him bleeding on the tree, \nPouring out his life for thee : \nThere the dreadful curse he bore ; \nWeeping soul, lament no more. \n\n2 Cast thy guilty soul on him ; \nFind him mighty to redeem ; \nAt his feet thy burden lay ; \nLook thy doubts and care away ; \nNow by faith the Son embrace, \nPlead his promise, trust his grace. \n\n428. C. M. Watts. \nNone excluded from Hope. \n\n1 JESUS, thy blessings are not few, \n\nNor is thy gospel weak : \nThy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, \nAnd bow th\' aspiring Greek. \n\n2 Wide as the reach of Satan\'s rage \n\nDoth thy salvation flow ; \n\'Tis not confined to sex or age, \nThe lofty or the low. \n\n225 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n3 While grace is offered to the prince, \n\nThe poor may take their share ; \nNo mortal has a just pretence \nTo perish in despair. \n\n4 Come, all ye vilest sinners, come ; \n\nHe\'ll form your souls anew : \nHis gospel and his heart have room \nFor rebels such as you. \n\n5 His doctrine is almighty love ; \n\nThere\'s virtue in his name \nTo turn the raven to a dove, \nThe lion to a lamb. \n\n420. 7s. Convert\'s Comp. \n\nOffered Peace. \n\n1 WEEPING sinners, dry your tears ; \nJesus on the throne appears ; \nMercy comes with balmy wing, \nBids you his salvation sing. \n\n2 Peace he brings you by his death, \nPeace he speaks with every breath ; \nCan you slight such heavenly charms ? \nFlee, O flee to Jesus\' arms. \n\n430a S. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nThe Gospel Trumpet. \n\n1 YE trembling captives, hear ; \n\nThe gospel trumpet sounds : \nNo music more can charm the ear, \nOr heal your heartfelt wounds. \n\n2 \'Tis not the trump of war, \n\nNor Sinai\'s awful roar : \nSalvation\'s news it spreads afar, \nAnd vengeance is no more. \n\n3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, \n\nGlad heaven aloud proclaims ; \nAnd earth the jubilee release, \nWith eager rapture, claims. \n226 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n4 Far, far, to distant lands \n\nThe saving news shall spread, \nAnd Jesus all his willing bands \nIn glorious triumph lead. \n\n431. S. M. Epis. Col. \n\nThe Spirit inviting, \n\n1 THE Spirit, in our hearts, \n\nIs whispering, " Sinner, come ; " \nThe bride, the church of Christ, proclaims \nTo all his children, " Come ! " \n\n2 Let him that heareth say \n\nTo all about him, " Come ; " \nLet him that thirsts for righteousness \nTo Christ, the fountain, come. \n\n3 Yes, whosoever will, \n\nO, let him freely come, \nAnd freely drink the stream of life ; \n\'Tis Jesus bids him come. \n\n4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, \n\nDeclares, " I quickly come : " \nLord, even so ; we wait thy hour ; \nO blest Redeemer, come. \n\n432. S. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nReturning to Christ. \n\n1 YE sons of earth, arise, \n\nYe creatures of a day ; \nRedeem the time \xe2\x80\x94 be bold \xe2\x80\x94 be wise, \nAnd cast your bonds away. \n\n2 The year of gospel grace \n\nWith us rejoice to see, \nAnd thankfully in Christ embrace \nYour proffered liberty. \n\n3 Blest Saviour, Lord of all, \n\nThee help us to receive ; \nObedient to thy gracious call, \nO, bid us turn and live. \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. \n\n4 Our former years misspent \nNow let us deeply mourn, \nAnd, softened by thy grace, repent, \nAnd to thine arms return. \n\n433. . C. M. E. Jones. \n\nThe Invitation and the Resolve. \n\n1 COME, weary sinner, in whose breast \n\nA thousand thoughts revolve ; \nCome, with your guilt and fear oppressed, \nx\\nd make this last resolve : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 " Til go to Jesus, though my sin \n\nHath like a mountain rose ; \nI know his courts ; Fll enter in, \nWhatever may oppose. \n\n3 " I\'ll prostrate lie before his throne, \n\nAnd there my guilt confess ; \n\nI\'ll tell him Fm a wretch undone, \n\nWithout his sovereign grace. \n\n4 " Fll to the gracious King approach, \n\nWhose sceptre pardon gives ; \nPerhaps he may command my touch, \nAnd then the suppliant lives. \n\n5 " Perhaps he will admit my plea 5 \n\nPerhaps will hear my prayer ; \nBut, if I perish, I will pray, \nAnd perish only there. \n\n6 "1 can but perish if I go; \n\nI am resolved to try ; \nFor if I stay away, I know \nI must forever die." \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n\n\nENTREATY and EXPOSTULATION. \n\n434. C. M. Hymns of Zion. \n\nThe Saviour at the Door. \n\n1 AMAZING sight ! the Saviour stands \n\nAnd knocks at every door ! \nTen thousand blessings in his hands, \nTo satisfy the poor. \n\n2 "Behold," he saith, \xc2\xab I bleed and die \n\nTo bring you to my rest : \nHear, sinners, while I\'m passing by, \nAnd be forever blest. \n\n3 " Will you despise my bleeding love, \n\nAnd choose the way to hell ? \nOr in the glorious realms above, \nWith me, forever dwell ? \n\n4 " Say, will you hear my gracious voice, \n\nAnd have your sins forgiven ? \nOr will you make that wretched choice, \nAnd bar yourselves from heaven ? " \n\n435. S. M. DOBELL. \n\nNow the accepted Time. \n\n1 NOW is th\' accepted time ; \n\nNow is the day of grace ; \nNow, sinners, come, without delay, \nAnd seek the Saviour\'s face. \n\n2 Now is th\' accepted time ; \n\nThe Saviour calls to-day ; \nTo-morrow it may be too late ; \nThen why should you delay ? \n\n3 Now is th\' accepted time ; \n\nThe gospel bids you come, \n\nAnd every promise in his word \n\nDeclares there yet is room. \n\n4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, \n\nAnd feast them with thy love ; \nThen will the angels swiftly fly \nTo bear the news above. \n229 \n\n\n\nENTREAT Y AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n43\xc2\xa9. S. M. Select Hymns. \n\nNow the Day of Grace. \n\n1 NOW is the day of grace ; \n\nNow to the Saviour come ; \nThe Lord is calling, " Seek my face, \nAnd I will guide you home." \n\n2 A Father bids you speed ; \n\nO, wherefore then delay ? \nHe calls in love ; he sees your need ; \nHe bids you come to-day. \n\n3 To-day the prize is won ; \n\nThe promise is to save ; \nThen, O, be wise ; to-morrow\'s sun \nMay shine upon your grave. \n\n4LSy\xc2\xbb L. M. Doddridge. \n\nOne Tiling needful. \n\n1 WHY will ye waste on trifling cares \nThat life which God\'s compassion spares, \nWhile, in the various range of thought, \nThe one thing needful is forgot ? \n\n2 Shall God invite you from above ? \nShall Jesus urge his dying love ? \n\nShall troubled conscience give you pain ? \nAnd all these pleas unite hi vain ? \n\n3 Not so your eyes will always view \nThose objects which you now pursue ; \nNot so will heaven and hell appear, \nWhen death\'s decisive hour is near. \n\n4 Almighty God, thy grace impart ; \nFix deep conviction on each heart ; \nNor let us waste on trifling cares \nThat life which thy compassion spares. \n\n4:38. lis. Sacred Songs. \n\nDelay not. \n\n1 DELAY not, delay not ; O sinner, draw near ; \nThe waters of life are now flowing for thee ; \nNo price is demanded ; the Saviour is here ; \nRedemption is purchased, salvation is free. \n230 \n\n\n\n.ENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n2 Delay not, delay not ; why longer abuse \n\nThe love and compassion of Jesus, thy God ? \nA fountain is opened ; how canst thou refuse \n\nTo wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? \n\n3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, \n\nFor Mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day , \n\nHer voice is not heard in the shades of the tomb ; \n\nHer message, unheeded, will soon pass away. \n\n4 Delay not, delay not ; the Spirit of grace, \n\nLong grieved and resisted, may take his sad flight, \nAnd leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, \nTo sink in the gloom of eternity\'s night \n\n5 Delay not, delay not ; the hour is at hand ; \n\nThe earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade ; \nThe dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand \nWhat helper, then, sinner, shall lend thee his aid ? \n\n439. 8s, 7s & 4. Reed. \n\nThe Sinner invited and warned, \n\n1 HEAR, O sinner ! Mercy hails you ; \n\nNow with sweetest voice she calls ; \nBids you haste to seek the Saviour, \nEre the hand of justice falls : \n\nTrust in Jesus ; \n\'Tis the voice of Mercy calls. \n\n2 Haste, O sinner, to the Saviour ; \n\nSeek his mercy while you may ; \nSoon the day of grace is over ; \nSoon your life will pass away: \n\nHaste to Jesus ; \nYou must perish if you stay. \n\n44\xc2\xa9. S. M. Dwight. \n\nCome to-day. \n\n1 YE sinners, fear the Lord, \nWhile yet \'tis called to-day; \nSoon will the awful voice of death \nCommand your souls away. \n\n231 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION,. \n\n2 Soon will the harvest close, \n\nThe summer soon be o\'er ; \nO sinners, then your injured God \nWill heed your cries no more. \n\n3 Then, while \'tis called to-day, \n\nO, hear the gospel\'s sound ; \nCome, shiners, haste, O, haste away, \nWhile pardon may be found. \n\n441 . 7s. T. Scott. \n\nDanger of Delay. \n\n1 HASTE, O sinner ; now be wise ; \n\nStay not for the morrow\'s sun : \nWisdom if you still despise, \nHarder is it to be won. \n\n2 Haste, and mercy now implore ; \n\nStay not for the morrow\'s sun, \nLest thy season should be o\'er, \nEre this evening\'s stage be run. \n\n3 Haste, O shiner ; now return ; \n\nStay not for the morrow\'s sun, \nLest thy lamp should cease to burn \nEre salvation\'s work is done. \n\n4 Haste, O sinner ; now be blest ; \n\nStay not for the morrow\'s sun, \nLest perdition thee arrest, \nEre the morrow is begun. \n\n443. S. M. Hyde. \n\nDanger of Neglect. \n\n1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight \n\nThe call of love divine ? \nShall God with tenderness invite, \nAnd gain no thought of thine ? \n\n2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve \n\nThe Spirit from thy breast, \nTill he thy wretched soul shall leave \nWith all thy sins oppressed ? \n\n232 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n3 To-day, a pardoning God \n\nWill hear the suppliant pray ; \nTo-day, a Saviour\'s cleansing blood \nWill wash thy guilt away. \n\n4 But grace so dearly bought \n\nIf yet thou wilt despise, \nThy fearful doom, with sorrow fraught, \nWill fill thee with surprise. \n\n443. S. M. Pratt\'s Col \nDanger of Delay. \n\n1 ALL yesterday is gone ; \n\nTo-morrow \'s not our own ; \n\nO sinner, come, without delay, \n\nTo bow before the throne. \n\n2 O, hear his voice to-day, \n\nAnd harden not your heart ; \nTo-morrow, with a frown, he may \nPronounce the word, \xe2\x80\x94 " Depart." \n\n444. 7s. Urwick\'s Cgl, \nExpostulation. \n\n1 SINNER, what has earth to show \nLike the joys believers know? \n\nIs thy path, of fading flowers, \nHalf so bright, so sweet, as ours? \n\n2 Doth a skilful, healing friend \nOn thy daily path attend, \n\nAnd, where thorns and stings abound, \nShed a balm on every wound ? \n\n3 When the tempest rolls on high, \nHast thou still a refuge nigh ? \nCan, O, can thy dying breath \nSummon one more strong than death ? \n\n4 Canst thou, in that awful day, \nFearless tread the gloomy way, \nPlead a glorious ransom given, \nBurst from earth, and soar to heaven ? \n\n10* 233 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n445. S. M. Doddridge. \nExhortation to work while it is Day. \n\n1 THE swift-declining day, \n\nHow fast its moments fly, \nWhile evening\'s broad and gloomy shade \nGains on the western sky ! \n\n2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, \n\nAnd use the hours of light ; \nFor know, its Maker can command \nAn instant, endless night. \n\n3 Give glory to the Lord, \n\nWho rules the rolling sphere ; \nSubmissive, at his footstool bow, \nAnd seek salvation there. \n\n4 Then shall new lustre break \n\nThrough all the heavy gloom, \nAnd lead you to unchanging light, \nIn your celestial home. \n\n446. S. M. Village Hymns. \n\nParental Entreaty. \n\n1 MY son, know thou the Lord ; \n\nThy fathers\' God obey ; \nSeek his protecting care by night, \nHis guardian hand by day. \n\n2 Call while he may be found ; \n\nO, seek him while he\'s near ; \nServe him with all thy heart and mind, \nAnd worship him with fear. \n\n3 If thou wilt seek his face, \n\nHis ear will hear thy cry ; \nThen shalt thou find his mercy sure, \nHis grace forever nigh. \n\n4 But if thou leave thy God, \n\nNor choose the path to heaven, \nThen shalt thou perish in thy sins, \nAnd never be forgiven. \n\n234 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n447. C. M. Fawcett. \n\nExpostulation with Sinners. \n\n1 SINNER, the voice of God regard; \n\nHis mercy speaks to-day ; \nHe calls you, by his sovereign word, \nFrom sin\'s destructive way. \n\n2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest, \n\nYou live devoid of peace ; \nA thousand stings within your breast \nDeprive your soul of ease. \n\n3 Why will you in the crooked ways \n\nOf sin and folly go ? \nIn pain you travel all your days, \nTo reap immortal woe. \n\n4 But he who turns to God shall live, \n\nThrough his abounding grace ; \nHis mercy will the guilt forgive \nOf those who seek his face. \n\n5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, \n\nRenouncing every sin ; \nSubmit to him, your sovereign Lord, \nAnd learn his will divine. \n\n6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ; \n\nHe pardons like a God ; \nHe will forgive your numerous faults \nThrough our Redeemer\'s blood. \n\n448. 7s. J. Wesley. \nSinners entreated. \n\n1 SINNERS, turn ; why will ye die ? \nGod, your Maker, asks you why ; \nGod, who did your being give, \nMade you with himself to live. \n\n2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? \nGod, your Saviour, asks you why : \nWill ye not in him believe ? \n\nHe has died that ye might live. \n\n235 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n3 Will ye let him die in vain ? \nCrucify your Lord again ? \nWhy, unpardoned sinners, why \nWill ye slight his grace, and die ? \n\n4 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? \nGod, the Spirit, asks you why \xe2\x80\x94 \nOften with you has he strove, \nWooed you to embrace his love. \n\n5 Will ye not his grace receive ? \nWill ye still refuse to live ? \n\nO, ye dying sinners, why, \nWhy will ye forever die ? \n\n449. 8s, 7s & 4. Allen. \n\nGlad Tidings. \n\n1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message \n\nSent in mercy from above ? \nEvery sentence, O, how tender ! \nEvery line is full of love : \n\nListen to it ; \nEvery line is full of love. \n\n2 Hear the heralds of the gospel \n\nNews from Zion\'s King proclaim : \n" Pardon to each rebel sinner ; \nFree forgiveness in his name : " \n\nHow important ! \n" Free forgiveness in his name." \n\n3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; \n\nFearful hearts, they quell your fears ; \nAnd, with news of consolation, \nChase away the falling tears ; \n\nTender heralds ! \nChase away the falling tears. \n\n4 Who hath our report believed ? \n\nWho received the joyful Avord ? \nWho embraced the news of pardon \nOffered to you by the Lord ? \n\nCan you slight it ? \nOffered to you by the Lord. \n\n236 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n5 O ye angels, hovering round us, \nWaiting spirits, speed your way ; \nHaste ye to the court of heaven ; \nTidings bear without delay : \n\nRebel sinners \nGlad the message will obey. \n\n4*50. L. M. Watts. \n\nExpostulation. \n\n1 O, SINNER, why so thoughtless grown ? \n\nWhy in such dreadful haste to die ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nDaring to leap to worlds unknown ! \nHeedless against thy God to fly ! \n\n2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, \n\nUrged on by sin\'s delusive dreams ? \nMadly attempt th\' infernal gate, \n\nAnd force thy passage to the flames ? \n\n3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, \n\nAnd hear the Lord of life unfold \nThe glories of his dying pains, \xe2\x80\x94 \nForever telling, yet untold. \n\n451. L. M. Dwight. \n\nSinners invited to immediate Repentance, \n\n1 WHILE life prolongs its precious light, \n\nMercy is found, and peace is given ; \n\nBut soon, ah, soon, approaching night \n\nShall blot out every hope of heaven. \n\n2 While God invites, how blest the day ! \n\nHow sweet the gospel\'s charming sound ! \nCome, sinners, haste, O, haste away, \nWhile yet a pardoning God is found. \n\n3 Soon, borne on time\'s most rapid wing, \n\nShall death command you to the grave, \nBefore his bar your spirits bring, \nAnd none be found to hear or save. \n\n4 In that lone land of deep despair, \n\nNo Sabbath\'s heavenly light shall rise, \nNo God regard your-bitter prayer, \nNo Saviour call you to the skies. \n\n237 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n5 Now God invites ; how blest the day ! \n\nHow sweet the gospel\'s charming sound! \nCome, sinners, haste, O, haste away, \nWhile yet a pardoning God is found. \n\n4L55S. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nExhortation to Repentance, \n\n1 "REPENT!" the voice celestial cries; \n\nNo longer dare delay : \nThe soul that scorns the mandate dies, \nAnd meets a fiery day. \n\n2 No more the sovereign eye of God \n\nO\'erlooks the crimes of men ; \nHis heralds now are sent abroad \nTo warn the world of sin. \n\n3 O sinners, in his presence bow, \n\nAnd all your guilt confess ; \nAccept the offered Saviour now, \nNor trifle with his grace. \n\n4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound, \n\nAnd call you to his bar ; \nHis mercy knows th\' appointed bound, \nAnd yields to justice there. \n\n5 Amazing love, that yet will call, \n\nAnd yet prolong our days ! \nOur hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, \nAnd weep, and love, and praise. \n\n453. 6s & 4s. Sac. Songs. \n\nThe Saviour calls. \n\n1 TO-DAY the Saviour calls : \n\nYe wanderers, come ; \nO ye benighted souls, \nWhy longer roam ? \n\n2 To-day the Saviour calls : \n\nO, hear him now ; \nWithin these sacred walls \nTo Jesus bow. \n\n238 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n3 To-day the Saviour calls : \n\nFor refuge fly ; \nThe storm of justice falls, \nAnd death is nigh. \n\n4 The Spirit calls to-day : \n\nYield to his power : \nO, grieve him not away ; \n\'Tis mercy\'s hour. \n\n454. 12s & lis. J. B. Hague. \n" The Harvest is past, the Summer is ended." \n\n1 HARK, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee. \n\nAnd warnings with accents of mercy doth blend ; \nGive ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee ; \n" The harvest is passing, the summer will end." \n\n2 How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath told thee ! \n\nHow oft still the message of mercy doth send ! \n\nHaste, haste, while he waits in his arms to enfold thee ; \n\n" The harvest is passing, the summer will end." \n\n3 Despised, rejected, at length he may leave thee : \n\nWhat anguish and horror thy bosom will rend ! \n\nThen haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee ; \n\n" The harvest is passing, the summer will end." \n\n4 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in his power ; \n\nOur God will arise, with his foes to contend : \nHaste, haste thee, O sinner ; prepare for that hour ; \n" The harvest is passing, the summer will end." \n\n5 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before him: \n\nO, bow to his sceptre, and make him thy Friend ; \nNow yield him thy heart, and make haste to adore him \n" Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end." \n\n455. 7s. S. F. Smith \n\nThe Sinner at the Judgment. \n\n1 WHEN thy mortal life is fled, \nWhen the death-shades o\'er thee spread, \nWhen is finished thy career, \nSinner, where wilt thou appear ? \n\n239 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n2 When the world has passed away, \nWhen draws near the judgment-day, \nWhen the awful trump shall sound, \nSay, O, where wilt thou be found ? \n\n3 When the Judge descends in light, \nClothed in majesty and might, \nWhen the wicked quail with fear, \nWhere, O, where wilt thou appear ? \n\n4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, \nWhen the saints and thou must part ? \nWhen the good with joy are crowned, \nSinner, where wilt thou be found ? \n\n5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, \nQuickly to the Saviour fly ; \nThen shall peace thy spirit cheer ; \nThen in heaven shalt thou appear. \n\n456. C. M. Ens, Col, \n\nThe barren Fig-Tree. \n\n1 SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord \n\nA barren fig-tree stands ; \nIt yields no fruit, no blossom bears, \nThough planted by his hands. \n\n2 From year to year he seeks for fruit, \n\nAnd still no fruit is found ; \n\nIt stands, amid the living trees, \n\nA cumberer of the ground. \n\n3 But, see, an Intercessor pleads, \n\nThe barren tree to spare ; \n"Let justice still withhold his hand, \nAnd grant another year. \n\n4 " Perhaps some means of grace untried \n\nMay reach the stony heart ; \nThe softening dews of heavenly grace \nMay life anew impart \n\n5 " But if these means should prove in vain. \n\nAnd still no fruit is found, \nThen mercy shall no longer plead, \nBut justice cut it down." \n\n240 \n\n\n\nENTREATY AND EXPOSTULATION. \n\n457. 7*. Epis. Col. \nTJie Sinner entreated to awake. \n\n1 SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep ; \nWake, and o\'er thy folly weep ; \nRaise thy spirit, dark and dead ; \nJesus waits his light to shed. \n\n2 Wake from sleep ; arise from death ; \nSee the bright and living path ; \nWatchful, tread that path ; be wise ; \nLeave thy folly ; seek the skies. \n\n3 Leave thy folly ; cease from crime ; \nFrom this hour redeem thy time ; \nLife secure without delay; \n\nEvil is thy mortal day. \n\n4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep ; \nWake, and o\'er thy folly weep ; \nJesus calls from death and night ; \nJesus waits to shed his light. \n\n458. C. M. Harbottle. \nThe fruitless Fig- Tree. \n\n1 SEE how the fruitless fig-tree stands \n\nBeneath the owner\'s frown ; \nThe axe is lifted in his hands, \nTo cut the cumberer down. \n\n2 " Year after year, I come," he cries, \n\n" And still no fruit is shown ; \nI see but empty leaves arise ; \nr Then cut the cumberer down. \n\n3 " The axe of death, at one sharp stroke, \n\nShall make my justice known ; \nEach bough shall tremble at the shock \nWhich cuts the cumberer down." \n\n4 Sinner, beware ! \xe2\x80\x94 the axe of death \n\nIs raised, and aimed at thee : \nAwhile thy Maker spares thy breath ; \nBeware, O barren tree ! \n\n11 241 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n459. C. M. Addison. \n\nSolemn Apprehension. \n\n1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, \n\nO\'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, \nI see my Maker face to face, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO, how shall I appear ! \n\n2 If yet, while pardon may be found, \n\nAnd mercy may be sought, \nMy heart with inward terror shrinks, \nAnd trembles at the thought, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed \n\nIn majesty severe, \nAnd sit hi judgment on my soul, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO, how shall I appear ! \n\n4 But there\'s forgiveness, Lord, with thee ; \n\nThy nature is benign ; \nThy pardoning mercy I implore, \nFor mercy, Lord, is thine. \n\n460* C. M. Middleton. \n\nPainful Recollections. \n\n1 AS o\'er the past my memory strays, \n\nWhy heaves the secret sigh ? \n\'Tis that I mourn departed days, \nStill unprepared to die. \n\n2 The world and worldly things beloved \n\nMy anxious thoughts employed ; \nAnd time, unhallowed, unimproved, \nPresents a fearful void. \n\n3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair \n\nChase from my laboring breast : \nThy grace it is which prompts the prayer ; \nThat grace can do the rest \n\n242 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 My life\'s brief remnant all be thine ; \nAnd when thy sure decree \nBids me this fleeting breath resign, \nO, speed my soul to thee. \n\n461. C. M. Steele. \n\nSense of Ingratitude. \n\n1 DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall \n\nThe wonders of thy grace, \nLow at thy feet, ashamed, I fall, \nAnd hide this wretched face. \n\n2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? \n\nAh, vile, ungrateful heart! \nBy earth\'s low cares detained, betrayed \nFrom Jesus to depart ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 From Jesus, who alone can give \n\nTrue pleasure, peace, and rest ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen absent from my Lord, I live \nUnsatisfied, unblest. \n\n4 But he, for his own mercy\'s sake, \n\nMy wandering soul restores ; \nHe bids the mourning heart partake \nThe pardon it implores. \n\n5 O, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, \n\nThe penitential sigh, \nConfirm the kind, forgiving word, \nWith pity in thine eye. \n\n6 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet, \n\nRejoice to seek thy face ; \nAnd, grate fid, own how kind, how sweet, \nIs thy forgiving grace. \n\n462. 7s. J. Taylor. \n\nConfession of Sin. \n\n1 GOD of mercy, God of grace, \nHear our sad, repentant songs; \nO, restore thy suppliant race, \n\nThou, to whom our praise belongs. \n\n243 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Deep regret for follies past, \n\nTalents wasted, time misspent ; \nHearts debased by worldly cares, \nThankless for the blessings lent; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Foolish fears, and fond desires, \n\nVain regrets for things as vain, \nLips too seldom taught to praise, \nOft to murmur and complain ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 These, and every secret fault, \n\nFilled with grief and shame, we own ; \nHumbled at thy feet we lie, \n\nSeeking pardon from thy throne. \n\n5 God of mercy, God of grace, \n\nHear our sad, repentant songs ; \nO, restore thy suppliant race, \n\nThou, to whom our praise belongs. \n\n4G3\xc2\xab C. M. Heginbotham. \n\nRepentance in View of the Cross. \n\n1 AND can mine eyes, without a tear, \n\nA weeping Saviour see ? \nShall I not weep his groans to hear, \nWho groaned and died for me ? \n\n2 Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine \n\nSubdue each stubborn foe ; \nCome, fill my heart with love divine, \nAnd bid my sorrows flow. \n\n464. S. M. Watts. \n\nHoly Fear of God. \n\n1 AH, how shall fallen man \n\nBe just before his God ! \nIf he contend in righteousness, \nWe fall beneath his rod. \n\n2 If he our ways should mark \n\nWith strict, inquiring eyes, \nCould we for one of thousand faults \nA just excuse devise ? \n244 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 All-seeing, powerful God, \n\nWho can with thee contend ? \nOr who that tries th\' unequal strife \nShall prosper in the end ? \n\n4 The mountains, in thy wrath, \n\nThen* ancient seats forsake ; \nThe trembling earth deserts her place ; \nHer rooted pillars shake. \n\n5 Ah, how shall guilty man \n\nContend with such a God ? \nNone, none can meet him, and escape, \nBut through the Saviour\'s blood. \n\n465. S. M. Rippon\'s Col. \nPrayer for Deliverance. \n\n1 LIKE Israel, Lord, am I ; \n\nMy soul is at a stand ; \nA sea before, a host behind, \nAnd rocks on either hand. \n\n2 O Lord, I cry to thee, \n\nAnd would thy word obey ; \nBid me advance ; and, through the sea, \nCreate a new-made way. \n\n3 The time of greatest straits \n\nThy chosen time has been \n\nTo manifest thy power is great, \n\nAnd make thy glory seen. \n\n4 O, send deliverance down ; \n\nDisplay the arm divine ; \nSo shall the praise be all thy own, \nAnd 1 be doubly thine. \n\n466. C. M. Anon. \n\nBurden of Guilt. \n\n1 WITH guilt oppressed, bowed down with sin, \nBeneath its load 1 groan ; \nGive me, O Lord, a heart of flesh ; \nRemove this heart of stone. \n\n345 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 A burdened sinner, lo ! I come, \n\nIn dread of death and hell; \nO, seal my pardon with thy blood, \nAnd all my fears dispel. \n\n3 Nor peace, nor rest, my soul can find, \n\nTill thy dear cross I see ; \nTill there in humble faith I cry, \n" The Saviour died for me." \n\n4 O, give this true and living faith, \n\nTins soul-supporting view ; \nTill old things be forever past, \nAnd all within be new. \n\n467. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Backslider\'s Supplication. \n\n1 O THOU that hear\'st when sinners cry, \nThough all my crimes before thee lie, \nBehold them not with angry look, \n\nBut blot their memory from thy book. \n\n2 Create my nature pure within, \nAnd form my soul averse to sin ; \nLet thy good Spirit ne\'er depart, \nNor hide thy presence from my heart. \n\n3 I cannot live without thy light, \n\nCast out and banished from thy sight ; \nThy holy joys, my God, restore, \nAnd guard me, that I fall no more. \n\n4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, \nHis help and comfort still afford, \n\nAnd let a wretch come near thy throne, \nTo plead the merits of thy Son. \n\n468. L. M. Watts. \n\nReturning to God. \n\n1 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, \nIs all the sacrifice I bring ; \nThe God of grace will ne\'er despise \nA broken heart for sacrifice. \n\n246 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 My soul is humbled in the dust, \nAnd owns thy dreadful sentence just; \nLook down, O Lord, with pitying eye, \nAnd save the soul condemned to die. \n\n3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; \nSinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; \nI\'ll lead them to my Saviour\'s blood, \nAnd they shall praise a pardoning God. \n\n4 O, may thy love inspire my tongue ; \nSalvation shall be all my song ; \n\nAnd all my powers shall join to bless \nThe Lord, my strength and righteousness. \n\n469. C. M. NEWTON; \n\nSubdued by the Cross. \n\n1 IN evil long 1 took delight, \n\nUnawed by shame or tear, \nTill a new object struck my sight, \nAnd stopped my wild career. \n\n2 I saw one hanging on a tree, \n\nIn agonies and blood ; \nHe fixed his languid eyes on me, \nAs near his cross I stood. \n\n3 O, never, till my latest breath, \n\nShall I forget that look ; \nIt seemed to charge me with his death, \nThough not a word he spoke. \n\n4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt ; \n\nIt plunged me in despair ; \nI saw my sins his blood had spilt, \nAnd helped to nail him there. \n\n5 A second look he gave, which said, \n\n" I freely all forgive ; \nThis blood is for thy ransom paid ; \nI die that thou mayst live." \n\n6 Thus, while his death my sin displays \n\nIn all its darkest hue, \nSuch is the mystery of grace, \nIt seals my pardon too. \n\n247 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n47\xc2\xa9. L. M. Watts. \n\nRelying on the Atonement. \n\n1 O LORD, I fall before thy face ; \nMy only refuge is thy grace : \n\nNo outward forms can make me clean ; \nThe leprosy lies deep within. \n\n2 No bleeding bird nor bleeding beast, \nNor hyssop branch nor sprinkling priest, \nNor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, \nCan wash the dismal stain away. \n\n3 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone \nHath power sufficient to atone ; \n\nThy blood can make me white as snow ; \nNo human power could cleanse me so. \n\n4 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, \nNor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease ; \nLord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, \nAnd make my broken bones rejoice. \n\n471. S. M. Beddome. \nRepentance in View of Christ\'s Compassion. \n\n1 DID Christ o\'er sinners weep, \n\nAnd shall our cheeks be dry ? \nLet floods of penitential grief \nBurst forth from every eye. \n\n2 The Son of God in tears \n\nThe wondering angels see ; \n\nBe thou astonished, O my soul ; \n\nHe shed those tears for thee. \n\n3 He wept that we might weep ; \n\nEach sin demands a tear : \nIn heaven alone no sin is found, \nAnd there\'s no weeping there. \n\n472. C. M. Watts. \nGodly Sorrow at the Cross. \n\n1 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? \nAnd did my Sovereign die ? \nWould he devote that sacred head \nFor such a worm as I ? \n\n248 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Was it for crimes that I had done \n\nHe groaned upon the tree ? \nAmazing pity ! grace unknown ! \nAnd love beyond degree ! \n\n3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, \n\nAnd shut his glories in, \nWhen Christ, the mighty Maker, died \nFor man the creature\'s sin. \n\n4 Thus might I hide my blushing face \n\nWhile his dear cross appears, \n\nDissolve my heart in thankfulness, \n\nAnd melt mine eyes to tears. \n\n5 But drops of grief can ne\'er repay \n\nThe debt of love I owe : \nHere, Lord, I give myself away ; \n\'Tis all that I can do. \n\n473. C. M. S. Stennett. \n\nIndwelling Sin lamented. \n\n1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, \n\nHere at thy cross, my God, \nMy passion, pride, and discontent, \nAnd vile ingratitude. \n\n2 O, was there e\'er a heart so base, \n\nSo false, as mine has been \xe2\x80\x94 \nSo faithless to its promises, \nSo prone to every sin ? \n\n3 Yet, I remember, thy commands \n\nAre holy, just, and true ; \nI feel that what my God demands \nIs his most rightful due. \n\n4 Thy word I hear, thy counsels weigh. \n\nAnd all thy works approve : \nStill, nature finds it hard t\' obey, \nAnd harder yet to love. \n\n5 How long, dear Savioui, shall I feel \n\nThis warfare in my breast ? \nIn mercy bow this stubborn will, \nAnd give my spirit rest \n11* 249 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n6 Break, sovereign grace, O, break the charm, \nAnd set the captive free ; \nReveal, almighty God, thine arm, \nAnd haste to rescue me. \n\n474. C. M. S. Stennett. \n\nPardon implored. \n\n1 DEAR Saviour, prostrate at thy feet \n\nA guilty rebel lies, \nAnd upward to thy mercy-seat \nPresumes to lift his eyes. \n\n2 If tears of sorrow would suffice \n\nTo pay the debt I owe, \nTears should from both my weeping eyes \nIn ceaseless torrents now. \n\n3 But no such sacrifice 1 plead \n\nTo expiate my guilt; \nNo tears, but those which thou hast shed \xe2\x80\x94 \nNo blood, but thou hast spilt. \n\n4 I plead thy sorrows, gracious Lord ; \n\nDo thou my sins forgive: \nThy justice will approve the word \nThat bids the shiner live. \n\n4\xc2\xabOo L. M. Beddome. \n\nBurden of Guilt. \n\n1 LORD, with a grieved and aching heart, \n\nTo thee 1 look, to thee I cry ; \nSupply my wants, and ease my smart ; \nO, hear an humble prisoner\'s sigh. \n\n2 Here on my soul the burden lies ; \n\nNo human power can ease the load ; \nMy numerous sins against me rise, \nAnd far remove me from my God. \n\n3 Break, break, O Lord, these tyrant chains, \n\nAnd set the struggling captive free ; \nRedeem from everlasting pains, \n\nAnd bring me safe to heaven and thee. \n\n250 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n476. 7s. C. Wesley. \nThe penitent Inquirer. \n\n1 DEPTH of mercy ! \xe2\x80\x94 can there be \nMercy still reserved for me ? \n\nCan my God his wrath forbear, \nAnd the chief of sinners spare ? \n\n2 I have long withstood his grace ; \nLong provoked him to his face ; \nWould not hear his gracious calls; \nGrieved him by a thousand falls. \n\n3 Jesus, answer from above : \nIs not all thy nature love ? \n\nWilt thou not the wrong forget? \xe2\x80\x94 \nLo, 1 fall before thy feet. \n\n4 Now incline me to repent; \nLet me now my fall lament ; \nDeeply my revolt deplore ; \nWeep, believe, and sin no more. \n\n477. 7s, 6 L. Har. Sac. \nRepentance at the Cross of Christ, \n\n1 HEART of stone, relent, relent ; \n\nBreak, by Jesus\' cross subdued ; \nSee his body mangled, rent, \n\nCovered with a gore of blood ; \nSinful soul, what hast thou done ? \nCrucified th\' eternal Son. \n\n2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed, \n\nDriven the nails that fixed him there, \nCrowned with thorns his sacred head, \n\nPlunged into his side the spear, \nMade his soul a sacrifice, \nWhile for sinful man he dies. \n\n3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? \n\nStill to death thy Lord pursue ? \nOpen all his wounds again? \n\nAnd the shameful cross renew? \nNo; with all my sins Til part; \nBreak, O, break, my bleeding heart \n\n251 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n478. C. JVL Watts. \n\nConviction by the Law. \n\n1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, \n\nAnd felt no inward dread ! \nI was alive without the law, \n\nAnd thought my sins were dead. \n\n2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; \n\nBut since the precept came \nWith such convincing power and light, \nI find how vile I am. \n\n3 My guilt appeared but small before, \n\nTill I with terror saw \nHow perfect, holy, just, and pure, \nIs thine eternal law. \n\n4 Then felt my soul the heavy load ; \n\nMy sins revived again ; \nI had provoked a dreadful God, \nAnd all my hopes were slain. \n\n5 My God, I cry with every breath, \n\nExert thy power to save ; \nO, break the yoke of sin and death, \nAnd thus redeem the slave. \n\n\n\n479. S. M. Tate & Brady. \n\nPleading for Mercy. \n\n1 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, \n\nAs thou wert ever kind ; \nLet me, oppressed with loads of guilt, \nThy wonted pardon find. \n\n2 Against thee, Lord, alone, \n\nAnd only in thy sight, \nHave I transgressed ; and, though condemned. \nMust own thy judgments right \n\n3 Blot out my crying sins, \n\nNor me in anger view ; \nCreate in me a heart that\'s clean, \nAn upright mind renew. \n\n252 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 Withdraw not thou thy help, \n\nNor cast me from thy sight, \nNor let thy Holy Spirit take \nHis everlasting flight. \n\n5 The joy thy favor gives \n\nLet me again obtain, \nAnd thy free Spirit\'s firm support \nMy fainting soul sustain. \n\n480. S. M. Anon. \nConfession, \n\n1 ONCE more we meet to pray, \n\nOnce more our guilt confess ; \nTurn not, O Lord, thine ear away \nFrom creatures in distress. \n\n2 Our sins to heaven ascend, \n\nAnd there for vengeance cry ; \nO God, behold the sinner\'s Friend, \nWho intercedes on high. \n\n3 Though we are vile indeed, \n\nAnd well deserve thy curse, \n\nThe merits of thy Son we plead, \n\nWho lived and died for us. \n\n4 Now let thy bosom yearn, \n\nAs it hath done before ; \nReturn to us, O God, return, \nAnd ne\'er forsake us more. \n\n481. C. M. Village Hymns. \nThe Prodigal\'s Return. \n\n1 THE long-lost son, with streaming eyes, \n\nFrom folly just awake, \nReviews his wanderings with surprise ; \nHis heart begins to break. \n\n2 "I starve," he cries, " nor can I bear \n\nThe famine in this land, \nWhile servants of my Father share \nThe bounty of his hand. \n\n253 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 "With deep repentance I\'ll return \n\nAnd seek my Father\'s face ; \nUnworthy to he called a son, \nI\'ll ask a servant\'s place." \n\n4 Far off the Father saw him move, \n\nIn pensive silence mourn, \nAnd quickly ran, with arms of love, \nTo welcome his return. \n\n5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, \n\nAnd spread the joy around ; \nThe angels tuned their harps anew ; \nThe long-lost son is found ! \n\n482. C. M. Steele. \n\nContrition, \n\n1 O LORD, thy tender mercy hears \n\nContrition\'s humble sigh; \nThy hand, indulgent, wipes the tears \nFrom sorrow\'s weeping eye. \n\n2 See, low hefore thy throne of grace, \n\nA sinful wanderer mourn ; \nHast thou not hid me seek thy face ? \nHast thou not said, " Return " ? \n\n3 O, shine on this benighted heart, \n\nWith beams of mercy shine; \nAnd let thy healing voice impart \nA taste of joys divine. \n\n4 Thy presence only can bestow \n\nDelights which never cloy; \nBe this my solace here below, \nAnd my eternal joy. \n\n4183. S. M. Beddome. \n\nMercy implored. \n\n1 THOU Lord of all above, \nAnd all below the sky, \nBefore thy feet 1 prostrate fall, \nAnd for thy mercy cry. \n254 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Forgive my follies past, \n\nThe crimes which I have done ; \nO, bid a contrite sinner live, \nThrough thy incarnate Son. \n\n3 Guilt, like a heavy load, \n\nUpon my conscience lies; \nTo thee I make my sorrows known, \nAnd lilt my weeping eyes. \n\n4 The burden which I feel, \n\nThou only canst remove; \nDisplay, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, \nAnd thy unbounded love. \n\n5 One gracious look of thine \n\nWill ease my troubled breast; \nO, let me know my sins forgiven, \nAnd 1 shall then be blest. \n\n484. L. M. Watts. \n\nPardon penitently implored. \n\n1 SHOW pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; \nLet a repenting rebel live ; \n\nAre not thy mercies large and free ? \nMay not a sinner trust in thee ? \n\n2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass \nThe power and glory of thy grace ; \nGreat God, thy nature hath no bound; \nSo let thy pardoning love be found. \n\n3 O, wash my soul from every sin, \n\nAnd make my guilty conscience clean ; \nHere, on my heart, the burden lies, \nAnd past offences pain mine eyes. \n\n4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, \nAgainst thy law, against thy grace ; \nLord, should thy judgment grow severe, \nI am condemned, but thou art clear. \n\n5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, \nI must pronounce thee just in death ; \nAnd if my soul were sent to hell, \n\nThy righteous law approves it well. \n\n255 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, \nWhose hope, still hovering round thy word, \nWould light on some sweet promise there, \nSome sure support against despair. \n\n485. C. M. Watts. \nPleading the Death of Christ \n\n1 O GOD of mercy, hear my call ; \n\nMy load of guilt remove ; \nBreak down this separating wall \nThat bars me from thy love. \n\n2 Give me the presence of thy grace ; \n\nThen my rejoicing tongue \nShall speak aloud thy righteousness, \nAnd make thy praise my song. \n\n3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, \n\nFor sin could e\'er atone ; \nThe death of Christ shall still remain \nSufficient and alone. \n\n4 A soul, oppressed with sin\'s desert, \n\nMy God will ne\'er despise ; \nA broken and a contrite heart \nIs our best sacrifice. \n\n486. C. M. Watts. \nRepentance in View of divine Patience. \n\n1 AND are we, wretches, yet alive ? \n\nAnd do we yet rebel ? \n\'Tis boundless, \'tis amazing love, \nThat bears us up from hell. \n\n2 The burden of our weighty guilt \n\nWould sink us down to flames ; \nAnd threatening terror rolls above, \nTo crush our feeble frames. \n\n3 Almighty goodness cries, " Forbear," \n\nAnd straight the thunder stays ; \nAnd dare we now provoke his wrath, \nAnd weary out his grace ? \n\n256 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 Lord, we have long abused thy love, \n\nToo long indulged our sin ; \nOur aching hearts now bleed to see \nWhat rebels we have been. \n\n5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command ; \n\nNo more will we obey ; \nStretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, \nAnd drive thy foes away. \n\n487. L. M. Steele. \nSense of Sin, \n\n1 JESUS demands this heart of mine, \n\nDemands my love, my joy, my care ; \nBut, ah, how dead to things divine, \nHow cold, my best affections are ! \n\n2 \'Tis sin, alas ! with dreadful power, \n\nDivides my Saviour from my sight ; \nO for one happy, shining hour \nOf sacred freedom, sweet delight ! \n\n3 Come, gracious Lord ; thy love can raise \n\nMy captive powers from sin and death, \nAnd fill my heart and life with praise, \nAnd tune my last, expiring breath. \n\n488. C. M. C. Wesley. \nPrayer for Repentance, \n\n1 O FOR that tenderness of heart \n\nWhich bows before the Lord, \nThat owns how just and good thou art, \nAnd trembles at thy word ! \n\n2 O for those humble, contrite tears, \n\nWhich from repentance flow, \nThat sense of guilt, which, trembling, fears \nThe long-suspended blow ! \n\n3 O Lord, to me in pity give \n\nFor sin the deep distress, \nThe pledge thou wilt at last receive, \nAnd bid me die in peace. \n11* 25- \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 O, fill my soul with faith and love, \nAnd strength to do thy will ; \nRaise my desires and hopes above ; \nThyself to me reveal. \n\n489. L. M. COLLYER. \n\nReturning to God. \n\n1 RETURN, my wandering soul, return, \n\nAnd seek an injured Father\'s face ; \n\nThose warm desires that in thee burn \n\nWere kindled by redeeming grace. \n\n2 Return, my wandering soul, return, \n\nAnd seek a Father\'s melting heart; \nHis pitying eyes thy grief discern, \n\nHis heavenly balm shall heal thy smart \n\n3 Return, my wandering soul, return ; \n\nThy dying Saviour bids thee live ; \nGo, view his bleeding side, and learn \nHow freely Jesus can forgive. \n\n4 Return, my wandering soul, return, \n\nAnd wipe away the falling tear; \n\'Tis God who says, " No longer mourn ; " \n\'Tis mercy\'s voice invites thee near. \n\n490. L. M. Doddridge. \nSecret Self- Examination. \n\n1 RETURN, my roving heart, return, \n\nAnd life\'s vain shadows chase no more ; \nSeek out some solitude to mourn, \nAnd thy forsaken God implore. \n\n2 O thou great God, whose piercing eye \n\nDistinctly marks each deep retreat, \nIn these sequestered hours draw nigh, \nAnd let me here thy presence meet. \n\n3 Through all the windings of my heart, \n\nMy search let heavenly wisdom guide, \nAnd still its radiant beams impart \nTill all be known and purified. \n258 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 Then let the visits of thy love \n\nMy inmost soul be made to share, \nTill every grace combine to prove \nThat God has fixed his dwelling there. \n\n491 \xe2\x80\xa2 S. M. Cowper. \n\nTrembling Solicitude. \n\n1 MY former hopes are fled ; \n\nMy terror now begins ; \n\n1 feel, alas ! that I am dead \n\nIn trespasses and sins. \n\n2 All, whither shall 1 fly? \n\nI hear the thunder roar ; \nThe law proclaims destruction nigh, \nAnd vengeance at the door. \n\n3 When I review my ways, \n\n1 dread impending doom ; \nBut, hark ! a friendly whisper says, \n\' " Flee from the wrath to come." \n\n4 I see, or think 1 see, \n\nA glimmering from afar, \nA beam of day that shines for me, \nTo save me from despair. \n\n5 Forerunner of the sun, \n\nIt marks the pilgrim\'s way; \nFll gaze upon it while 1 run, \nAnd watch the rising day. \n\n492. C. M. Logan. \n\nSense of Depravity. \n\n1 GREAT King of glory and of grace, \n\nWe own, with humble shame, \nHow vile is our degenerate race, \nAnd our first father\'s name. \n\n2 We live estranged, afar from God, \n\nAnd love the distance well ; \nWith haste we run the dangerous road \nThat leads to death and hell. \n\n259 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n[j And can such rebels be restored ? \nSuch natures made divine ? \nLet sinners see thy glory, Lord, \nAnd feel this power of thine. \n\n4 We raise our Father\'s name on high, \nWho his own Spirit sends \nTo bring rebellious strangers nigh, \nAnd turn his foes to friends. \n\n493. C. M. Jervis. \nPeace to the Penitent. \n\n1 SWEET is the friendly voice which speaks \n\nThe words of life and peace, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat bids the penitent rejoice, \nAnd sin and sorrow cease. \n\n2 No healing balm on earth, like this, \n\nCan cheer the contrite heart ; \nNo flattering dreams of earthly bliss \nSuch pure delight impart. \n\n3 Thou still art merciful and kind ; \n\nThy mercy, Lord, reveal : \nThe broken heart thy grace can bind, \nThe wounded spirit heal. \n\n4 Let thy bright presence, Lord, restore \n\nTrue peace within my breast ; \nConduct me in the path that leads \nTo everlasting rest. \n\n494. C. M. Watts. \n\nSelf-righteous Hopes renounced. \n\n1 VAIN are the hopes the sons of men \n\nOn their own works have built ; \nTheir hearts by nature all unclean, \nAnd all their actions guilt. \n\n2 Let Jew and Gentile silent bow, \n\nWithout a murmuring word ; \nLet all the race of man confess \nTheir guilt before the Lord. \n260 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 In vain we ask God\'s righteous law \n\nTo justify us now ; \nSince to convince and to condemn \nIs all the law can do. \n\n4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace ! \n\nWhen in thy name we trust, \nOur faith receives a righteousness \nThat makes the sinner just \n\n495. S. M. Watts. \nForgiveness of Sin upon Confession, \n\n1 O, BLESSED souls are they \n\nWhose sins are covered o\'er ; \n\nDivinely blest, to whom the Lord \n\nImputes their guilt no more. \n\n2 They mourn then follies past, \n\nAnd keep their hearts with care ; \nTheir lips and lives, without deceit, \nShall prove their faith sincere. \n\n3 While I concealed my guilt, \n\nI felt the festering wound, \nTill I confessed my sins to thee, \nAnd ready pardon found. \n\n4 Let sinners leam to pray ; \n\nLet saints keep near the throne ; \nOur help in times of deep distress \nIs found in God alone. \n\n496. L. M. Watts. \n\nConfession and Pardon. \n\n1 WHILE I keep silence, and conceal \n\nMy heavy guilt within my heart, \nWhat torments doth my conscience feel ! \nHow keen the pangs of inward smart ! \n\n2 I spread my sins before the Lord, \n\nAnd all my secret faults confess ; \n\nThy gospel speaks a pardoning word, \n\nThy Holy Spirit seals the grace. \n\n261 \n\n\n\nEEPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 For this shall every humble soul \n\nMake swift addresses at thy feet ; \nWhen floods of strong temptation roll, \nThere shall they find a blest retreat. \n\n4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie, \n\nWhen days grow dark and storms appear ! \nAnd, when I walk, thy watchful eye \nShall guide me safe from every snare. \n\n497. L. M. Watts. \n\nA Remedy for Sin found in the Gospel. \n\n1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do, \nWho seeks relief for all his woe? \nWhere shall the guilty sufferer find \n\nA balm to soothe his anguished mind ? \n\n2 In vain we search, in vain we try, \nTill Jesus brings his gospel nigh; \n\'Tis there we find a sure relief; \n\nA soothing balm for inward grief. \n\n3 Be this the pillar of our hope ; \nThis bears the fainting spirit up; \n\nWe read the grace, we trust the word, \nAnd find salvation in the Lord. \n\n4 Then let his name, who shed his blood \nTo bring the guilty nigh to God, \n\nBe great in all the earth, and sung \nIn every land, by every tongue. \n\n498. C. P. M. Toflady. \n\nTrusting in Christ for Pardon. \n\n1 O THOU that hear\'st the prayer of faith, \nWilt thou not save a soul from death \n\nThat casts itself on thee ? \nI have no refuge of my own, \nBut fly to what my Lord hath done \n\nAnd suffered once for me. \n\n2 Slain in the guilty sinner\'s stead, \nHis spotless righteousness I plead, \n\nAnd his availing blood: \nThat righteousness my robe shall be ; \nThat merit shall atone for me, \n\nAnd bring me near to God. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 Then save me from eternal death ; \nThe Spirit of adoption breathe ; \n\nHis consolations send ; \nBy him some word of life impart, \nAnd sweetly whisper to my heart, \n\n" Thy Maker is thy Friend." \n\n4 The king of terrors then would be \nA welcome messenger to me, \n\nTo bid me come away : \nUnclogged by earth, or earthly things, \nFd mount, Fd fly, with eager wings, \n\nTo everlasting day. \n\n499. C. M. Steele. \nSurprising Grace. \n\n1 AND will the Lord thus condescend \n\nTo visit sinful worms ? \nThus at the door shall Mercy stand, \nIn all her winning forms ? \n\n2 Surprising grace! \xe2\x80\x94 and shall my heart \n\nUnmoved and cold remain ? \nHas it no soft, no tender part ? \nMust Mercy plead in vain? \n\n3 Shall Jesus for admission sue, \n\nHis charming voice unheard ? \nAnd shall my heart, his rightful due, \nRemain forever barred ? \n\n4 O Lord, exert thy conquering grace ; \n\nThy mighty power display: \nOne beam of glory from thy face \nCan melt my sin away. \n\n500. C. M. Watts. \n\nPardon and Sanctification in Christ \n\n1 HOW sad our state by nature is ! \nOur sin, how deep it stains ! \nAnd Satan binds our captive minds \nFast in his slavish chains. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 But, hark ! a voice of sovereign love ! \n\n\'Tis Christ\'s inviting word \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, \nAnd trust upon the Lord." \n\n3 My soul obeys th\' almighty call, \n\nAnd runs to this relief; \nI would believe thy promise, Lord ; \nO, help my unbelief. \n\n4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, \n\nIncarnate God, I fly ; \nHere let me wash my spotted soul \nFrom stains of deepest dye. \n\n5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, \n\nOn thy kind arms I fall ; \nBe thou my strength and righteousness, \nMy Saviour and my all. \n\nSOI. C. M. Watts* \n\nDeliverance from deep Distress. \n\n1 I WAITED patient for the Lord ; \n\nHe bowed to hear my cry ; \n\nHe saw me resting on his word, \n\nAnd brought salvation nigh. \n\n2 He raised me from a gloomy pit, \n\nWhere, mourning, long 1 lay, \nAnd from my bonds released my feet \xe2\x80\x94 \nDeep bonds of miry clay. \n\n3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, \n\nAnd taught my cheerful tongue \nTo praise the wonders of his hand, \nIn new and thankful song. \n\n4 I\'ll spread his works of grace abroad ; \n\nThe saints with joy shall hear, \nAnd sinners learn to make my God \nTheir only hope and fear. \n\n5 How many are thy thoughts of love ! \n\nThy mercies, Lord, how great ! \nWe have not words nor hours enough \nTheir numbers to repeat \n\n264. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n50S. H. M. Beddcme. \n\nThe efficacious Fountain, \n\n1 FROM thy dear, pierced side, \n\nUnspotted Lamb of God, \nCame forth a mingled stream \n\nOf water and of blood : \nMy sinful soul I Till every stain \nThere I would lay, | Is washed away. \n\n2 \'Tis from this sacred spring \n\nA sovereign virtue flows, \nTo heal my painful wounds, \nAnd cure my deadly woes : \nHere, then, I\'ll bathe, I Till not a wound \nAnd bathe again, | Or woe remain. \n\n3 A fountain \'tis, unsealed, \n\nDivinely rich and free, \nOpen for all who come, \n\nAnd open, too, for me : \nTo this pure fount 1 Come, sinners, come ; \nWill I repair ; | There\'s mercy there. \n\n503. C. M. Needham. \n\nSufficiency of Grace, \n\n1 KIND are the words that Jesus speaks \n\nTo cheer the drooping saint : \n\xc2\xab ]\\fy grace sufficient is for you, \nThough nature\'s powers may faint. \n\n2 " My grace its glories shall display, \n\nAnd make your griefs remove ; \nYour weakness shall the triumphs tell \nOf boundless power and love." \n\n3 What though my griefs are not removed ? \n\nYet why should I despair ? \nFor, if my Saviour\'s arm support, \nI can the burden bear. \n\n4 O thou, my Saviour and my Lord, \n\n\'Tis good to trust thy name : \nThy power, thy faithfulness, and love, \nWill ever be the same. \n12 265 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n5 Weak as I am, yet through thy grace \nI all things can perform, \nAnd, smiling, triumph in thy name \nAmid the raging storm. \n\n504, C. M. Presb. Col. \nConfidence in atoning Blood. \n\n1 O LORD, when billows o\'er me rise, \n\nWhen deep cries out to deep, \nWhen angry clouds obscure the skies, \nMy soul in safety keep. \n\n2 Thy promise has in troubles past \n\nMy staff of succor been ; \nSupport me now, while trials last, \nNor leave me in my sin. \n\n3 No sacrifice my soul can plead, \n\nBut that rich offering paid, \nWhen Christ on Calvary deigned to bleed, \nAnd full atonement made. \n\n4 Forever here 1 rest my cause ; \n\nIn faith 1 make this plea : \nChrist hath obeyed thy righteous laws ; \nChrist hath expired for me. \n\n505. S. M. Beddomb \nOffice of Faith. \n\n1 FAITH is a precious grace, \n\nWhere\'er it is bestowed ; \nIt boasts a high, celestial birth, \nAnd is the gift of God. \n\n2 Jesus it owns as King, \n\nAnd all-atoning Priest ; \nIt claims no merit of its own, \nBut looks for all in Christ. \n\n3 To him it leads the soul, \n\nWhen filled with deep distress, \nFlies to the fountain of his blood, \nAnd trusts his righteousness. \n266 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n4 Since \'tis thy work alone, \nAnd that divinely free, \nLord, send the Spirit of thy Son, \nTo work this faith in me. \n\nS\xc2\xa96. C. M. Watts. \n\nFaith the Evidence of Things not seen. \n\n1 FAITH is the brightest evidence \n\nOf things beyond our sight ; \nIt pierces through the veil of sense, \nAnd dwells in heavenly light. \n\n2 It sets time past in present view, \n\nBrings distant prospects home, \nOf things a thousand years ago, \nOr thousand years to come. \n\n3 By faith we know the world was made \n\nBy God\'s almighty word ; \nWe know the heavens and earth shall fade, \nAnd be again restored. \n\n4 Abrah\'m obeyed the Lord\'s command, \n\nFrom his own country driven ; \nBy faith he sought a promised land, \nBut found his rest in heaven. \n\n5 Thus through life\'s pilgrimage we stray, \n\nThe promise in our eye ; \nBy faith we walk the narrow way, \nThat leads to joy on high. \n\n5>07. C. M. Turner. \n\nPower of Faith. \n\n1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, \n\nAnd saves us from its snares ; \nIt yields support in all our toils, \nAnd softens all our cares. \n\n2 The wounded conscience knows its power \n\nThe healing balm to give ; \nThat balm the saddest heart can cheer, \nAnd make the dying live. \n\n267 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 Unveiling wide the heavenly world, \n\nWhere endless pleasures reign, \nIt bids us seek our portion there, \nNor bids us seek in vain. \n\n4 Faith shows the promise fully sealed \n\nWith our Redeemer\'s blood ; \nIt helps our feeble hope to rest \nUpon a faithful God. \n\n5 There, still unshaken, would we rest, \n\nTill this frail body dies, \nAnd then, on faith\'s triumphant wing, \nTo endless glory rise. \n\nSOS. C. M. Percy Chapel Col. \n\nFaith the Gift of God. \n\n1 FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee ; \n\nNo other help I know ; \nIf thou withdraw thyself from me, \nAh, whither shall 1 go ? \n\n2 What did thine only Son endure \n\nBefore I drew my breath ! \nWhat pain, what labor, to secure \nMy soul from endless death ! \n\n3 Author of faith, to thee 1 lift \n\nMy weary, longing eyes ; \nO, may I now receive that gift ; \nMy soul, without it, dies. \n\n5\xc2\xa99. C. M. Steele. \n\nEffects of Faith. \n\n1 THOU lovely Source of true delight, \n\nUnseen whom 1 adore, \nUnveil thy beauties to my sight. \nThat I may love thee more. \n\n2 Thy glory o\'er creation shines ; \n\nBut in thy sacred word \nI read, in fairer, brighter lines, \nMy bleeding, dying Lord. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 \'Tis here, whene\'er my comforts droop, \n\nAnd sins and sorrows rise, \nThy love, with cheerful beams of hope, \nMy fainting heart supplies. \n\n4 But, ah, too soon the pleasing scene \n\nIs clouded o\'er with pain ; \nMy gloomy fears arise between, \nAnd I again complain. \n\n5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, \n\nO, come with blissful ray ; \nBreak, radiant through the shades of night, \nAnd chase my fears away. \n\n6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace \n\nThe wonders of thy love ; \nThen shall 1 see thy glorious face \nIn endless joy above. \n\n510. C. M. Beddome. \n\nSalvation by Faith. \n\n1 \'TIS faith that lays the sinner low, \n\nAnd covers him with shame ; \nRenouncing all self-righteousness, \nIt trusts in Jesus\' name. \n\n2 Faith works with power, but will not plead \n\nThe best of works when done ; \nIt knows no other ground of trust \nBut in the Lord alone. \n\n3 It gives no title, but receives ; \n\nNo blessing it procures ; \nYet, where it truly lives and reigns, \nAll blessings it insures. \n\n4 Its sole dependence and its stay \n\nIs Jesus\' righteousness ; \n\'Tis thus salvation is by faith, \nAnd all of sovereign grace. \n\n5 The more this principle prevails, \n\nThe more is grace adored ; \nNo glory it assumes, but gives \nAll glory to the Lord. \n\n269 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n511. C. M. Bath Col. \n\nPrayer for strong Faith, \n\n1 O FOR a faith that will not shrink, \n\nThough pressed by every foe, \nThat will not tremble on the brink \nOf any earthly woe ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 That will not murmur nor complain \n\nBeneath the chastening rod, \nBut, in the hour of grief or pain, \nWill lean upon its God ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 A faith that shines more bright and clear \n\nWhen tempests rage without ; \nThat when in danger knows no fear, \nIn darkness feels no doubt ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 That bears, unmoved, the world\'s dread frowi \n\nNor heeds its scornful smile ; \nThat seas of trouble cannot drown, \nNor Satan\'s arts beguile ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 A faith that keeps the narrow way \n\nTill life\'s last hour is fled, \nAnd with a pure and heavenly ray \nLights up a dying bed. \n\n6 Lord, give us such a faith as this, \n\nAnd then, whate\'er may come, \nWe\'ll taste, e\'en here, the hallowed bliss \nOf an eternal home. \n\n513. S. H. M. Anon. \n\nExcellence of Faith. \n\n1 FAITH is the Christian\'s prop, \n\nWhereon his sorrows lean ; \nIt is the substance of his hope, \n\nHis proof of things unseen ; \nIt is the anchor of his soul \nWhen tempests rage and billows roll. \n\n2 Faith is the polar star \n\nThat guides the Christian\'s way, \nDirects his wanderings from afar \n\nTo realms of endless day ; \nIt points the course where\'er he roam. \nAnd safely leads the pilgrim home. \n\n270 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 Faith is the rainbow\'s form \n\nHung on the brow of heaven, \nThe glory of the passing storm, \n\nThe pledge of mercy given ; \nIt is the bright, triumphal arch, \nThrough which the saints to glory march. \n\n4 The faith that works by love, \n\nAnd purifies the heart, \nA foretaste of the joys above \nTo mortals can impart ; \nIt bears us through this earthly strife, \nAnd triumphs in immortal life. \n\nSIS. S. M. Noel\'s Col, \n\nLiving by Faith. \n\n1 IF on a quiet sea \n\nToward heaven we calmly sail, \nWith grateful hearts, O God, to thee, \nWe\'ll own the favoring gale. \n\n2 But should the surges rise, \n\nAnd rest delay to come, \nBlest be the sorrow, kind the storm, \nWhich drives us nearer home. \n\n3 Soon shall our doubts and fears \n\nAll yield at thy control ; \nThy tender mercies shall illume \nThe midnight of the soul. \n\n4 Teach us, in every state, \n\nTo make thy will our own, \nAnd, when the joys of sense depart, \nTo live by faith alone. \n\n514. C. M. Watts. \n\nA living Faith. \n\n1 MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven, \n\nAnd make their empty boast \n\nOf inward joys, and sins forgiven, \n\nWhile they are slaves to lust ! \n\n2 How vain are fancy\'s any flights, \n\nIf faith be cold and dead ; \n\nNone but a living power unites \n\nTo Christ, the living Head. \n\n271 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 \'Tis faith that purifies the heart ; \n\n\'Tis faith that works by love ; \n\nThat bids all sinful joys depart, \n\nAnd lifts the thoughts above. \n\n4 This faith shall every fear control \n\nBy its celestial power, \nWith holy triumph fill the soul \nIn death\'s approaching hour. \n\nHIS. L. M. Watts. \n\nWalking by Faith. \n\n1 \'TIS by the faith of joys to come \n\nWe walk through deserts dark as night ; \nTill we arrive at heaven, our home, \nFaith is our guide, and faith our light. \n\n2 The want of sight she well supplies ; \n\nShe makes the pearly gates appear ; \nFar into distant worlds she pries, \nAnd brings eternal glories near. \n\n3 With joy we tread the desert through, \n\nWhile faith inspires a heavenly ray, \n\nThough lions roar, and tempests blow, \n\nAnd rocks and dangers fill the way. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS and EXERCISES. \n\nH16. S. M. Watts. \n\nDependence upon Christ. \n\n1 HOW heavy is the night \n\nThat hangs upon our eyes, \nTill Christ, with his reviving light, \nO\'er our dark souls arise ! \n\n2 Our guilty spirits dread \n\nTo meet the wrath of Heaven ; \nBut, in his righteousness arrayed, \nWe see our sins forgiven. \n\n272 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Unholy and impure \n\nAre all our thoughts and ways ; \nHis hands infected nature cure \nWith sanctifying grace. \n\n4 The powers of hell agree \n\nTo hold our souls in vain ; \n\nHe sets the sons of bondage free, \n\nAnd breaks the cruel chain. \n\n5 Lord, we adore thy ways \n\nTo bring us near to God, \nThy sovereign power, thy healing grace. \nAnd thine atoning blood. \n\n517. L. M. Watts. \n\nDependence upon Christ. \n\n1 BURIED in shadows of the night \nWe lie, till Christ restores the light \xe2\x80\x94 \nTill he descends to heal the blind, \nAnd chase the darkness of the mind. \n\n2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, \nTill his atoning blood appears ; \nThen we awake from deep distress, \nAnd sing the Lord our Righteousness. \n\n3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns \nAnd binds his slaves in heavy chains ; \nHe sets the prisoners free, and breaks \nThe iron bondage from our necks. \n\n4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess \nGrace, wisdom, power, and righteousness ; \nThou art our mighty All, and we \n\nGive our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. \n\n518. C. M. Steele. \n\nDependence upon the Spirit. \n\n1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, \nUnconscious of its load ! \nThe heart, unchanged, can never rise \nTo happiness and God. \n12* 273 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Can aught beneath a power divine \n\nThe stubborn will subdue ? \n\'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine \nTo form the heart anew. \n\n3 \'Tis thine the passions to recall, \n\nAnd upward bid them rise, \nAnd make the scales of error fall \nFrom reason\'s darkened eyes. \n\n4 To chase the shades of death away, \n\nAnd bid the sinner live, \nA beam of heaven, a vital ray, \n\'Tis thine alone to give. \n\n5 O, change these wretched hearts of ours, \n\nAnd give them life divine ; \nThen shall our passions and our powers, \nAlmighty Lord, be thine. \n\n519. C. M. Newton. \n\nPleading the Promise. \n\n1 LORD, I approach the mercy-seat, \n\nWhere thou dost answer prayer ; \nThere humbly fall before thy feet, \nFor none can perish there. \n\n2 Thy promise is my only plea ; \n\nWith this I venture nigh ; \nThou caJlest burdened souls to thee, \nAnd such, O Lord, am L \n\n3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, \n\nBy Satan sorely pressed, \nBy wars without, and fears within, \nI come to thee for rest. \n\n4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place \n\nThat, sheltered near thy side, \nI may my fierce accuser face, \nAnd tell him thou hast died. \n\n5 O, wondrous love ! \xe2\x80\x94 to bleed and die, \n\nTo bear the cross and khame, \nThat guilty sinners, such as J, \nMight plead thy gn*ut>ufl name. \n\n274 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n520. S. M. Doddridge. \nSalvation by Grace. \n\n1 GRACE ! \'tis a charming sound \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHarmonious to the ear ; \nHeaven with the echo shall resound, \nAnd all the earth shall hear. \n\n2 Grace first contrived the way \n\nTo save rebellious man ; \nAnd all the steps that grace display \nWhich drew the wondrous plan. \n\n3 Grace led my roving feet \n\nTo tread the heavenly road ; \nAnd new supplies, each hour, I meet, \nWhile pressing on to God. \n\n4 Grace all the work shall crown, \n\nThrough everlasting days ; \nIt lays in heaven the topmost stone, \nAnd well deserves the praise. \n\n521. C. M. Cotterili/s Col. \nTrusting in the Mercy of God. \n\n1 OUT of the deeps, O Lord, we call, \n\nWhile guilty fears oppress ; \nDo thou, with ear attentive, hear \nThe voice of our distress. \n\n2 If thou our sins severely mark, \n\nAnd strict account demand, \n\nO, who, of all the sons of men, \n\nBefore thy face shall stand ? \n\n3 But, Lord, \'tis thine to spare and save \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWith mercy souls to win ; \nFor mercy binds the grateful heart, \nAnd makes it fear to sin. \n\n4 We trust in thee ; in thee, O Lord, \n\nIs full redemption found ; \n\nThy mercy pardons every sin, \n\nAnd closes every wound. \n\n275 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5S3. L. M. Merrick. \n\nPrayer for quickening Grace. \n\n1 O, TURN, great Ruler of the skies, \nTurn from my sin thy searching eyes ; \nNor let th\' offences of my hand \nWithin thy book recorded stand. \n\n2 Give me a will to thine subdued, \n\nA conscience pure, a soul renewed ; \nNor let me, wrapped in endless gloom, \nAn outcast from thy presence, roam. \n\n3 O, let thy Spirit to my heart \n\nOnce more his quickening aid impart ; \n\nMy mind from every fear release, \n\nAnd soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. \n\n5%3. L. M. Watts. \n\nWaiting at the Mercy- Seat. \n\n1 FROM deep distress and troubled thoughts, \n\nTo thee, my God, I raise my cries ; \nIf thou severely mark our faults, \n\nNo flesh can stand before thine eyes. \n\n2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, \n\nDispensing pardons freely there, \nThat sinners may approach thy face, \nAnd hope and love, as well as fear. \n\n3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, \n\nAnd long and wish for breaking day, \nSo waits my soul before thy gate ; \nWhen will my God his face display ? \n\n4 My trust is fixed upon thy word, \n\nNor shall I trust thy word in vain ; \n\nLet mourning souls address the Lord, \n\nAnd find relief from all their pain. \n\n5 His love is great, and large his grace, \n\nThrough the redemption of his Son ; \nHe turns our feet from sinful ways, \n\nAnd pardons what our hands have done. \n\n276 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n524. L. M. 6l. Collyer. \n\nPleading in the Name of Christ. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, God of love, \n\nO, hear an humble suppliant\'s cry ; \nBend from thy lofty seat above, \n\nThy throne of glorious majesty: \nO, deign to listen to my voice, \nAnd bid my drooping heart rejoice. \n\n2 I urge no merits of my own, \n\nNo worth, to claim thy gracious smile ; \nAnd when I bow before the throne, \n\nDare to converse with God awhile, \nThy name, blest Saviour, is my plea \xe2\x80\x94 \nDearest and sweetest name to me. \n\n3 Father of mercies, God of love, \n\nThen hear thy humble suppliant\'s cry ; \nBend from thy lofty seat above, \n\nThy throne of glorious majesty: \nOne pardoning word can make me whole, \nAnd soothe the anguish of my soul. \n\no3o\xc2\xab L. M. Collyer. \n\nGenuine Contrition, \n\n1 SOFT be the gently-breathing notes \n\nThat sing the Saviour\'s dying love ; \nSoft as the evening zephyr floats, \n\nAnd soft as tuneful lyres above : \nSoft as the morning dews descend, \n\nWhile warbling birds exulting soar, \nSo soft to our almighty Friend \n\nBe every sigh our bosoms pour. \n\n2 Pure as the sun\'s enlivening ray, \n\nThat scatters life and joy abroad; \nPure as the lucid orb of day, \n\nThat wide proclaims its Maker, God ; \nPure as the breath of vernal skies, \n\nSo pure let our contrition be ; \nAnd purely let our sorrows rise \n\nTo Him who bled upon the tree. \n\n277 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n526. L. M. T. Scott. \n\nRelying upon Grace. \n\n1 WHY droops my soul, with grief oppressed ? \nWhence these wild tumults in my breast ? \n\nIs there no balm to heal my wound ? \nNo kind physician to be found ? \n\n2 Raise to the cross thy tearful eyes ; \nBehold, the Prince of glory dies : \nHe dies, extended on the tree, \n\nAnd sheds a sovereign balm for thee. \n\n3 Blest Saviour, at thy feet I lie, \nHere to receive a cure, or die ; \n\nBut grace forbids that painful fear \xe2\x80\x94 \nAlmighty grace, which triumphs here. \n\n4 Thou wilt withdraw the poisoned dart, \nBind up and heal the wounded heart, \nWith blooming health my face adorn, \nAnd change the gloomy night to morn. \n\n527. S. M. Rippon\'s Col. \nA broken Heart and a bleeding Saviour. \n\n1 UNTO thine altar, Lord, \n\nA broken heart I bring ; \nAnd wilt thou graciously accept \nOf such a worthless thing ? \n\n2 To Christ, the bleeding Lamb, \n\nMy faith directs its eyes ; \nThou mayst reject that worthless thing, \nBut not his sacrifice. \n\n3 When he gave up his life, \n\nThe law was satisfied ; \nAnd now, to its severer claims, \nI answer, " Jesus died." \n\n528. 7s. Anon \nSufficiency of Grace in Christ. \n\n1 WEEPING saint, no longer mourn ; \nSurely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; \nJesus, best of friends, for thee, \nNumbered with transgressors, see ! \n\n278 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 He the wine-press trod alone ; \nHear the Man of sorrows groan ; \n\nMocked, and bruised, and crowned with thorns, \nHe his Father\'s absence mourns \n\n3 All thy sins, when Jesus bled, \nMet on his devoted head ; \nAll thy hope on Jesus place ; \nPlead his promise, trust Ins grace. \n\n4 At his feet thy burden lay ; \nChrist shall smile thy fears away ; \nHe thy guilt and sorrow bore ; \nWeeping saint, lament no more. \n\n53\xc2\xa9 \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Spir. of the Psalms. \n\nDependence upon Mercy. \n\n1 GREAT God, wert thou severe to mark \n\nThe deeds we do amiss, \nBefore thy presence who could stand ? \n\nWho claim thy promised bliss ? \nBut, O, thou merciful and just, \n\nThy love surpasseth thought ; \nA gracious Saviour has appeared, \n\nAnd peace and pardon brought. \n\n2 Thy servants in the temple watched \n\nThe dawning of the day, \nImpatient with its earliest beams \n\nTheir holy vows to pay ; \nAnd chosen saints far off beheld \n\nThat great and glorious morn, \nWhen the glad dayspring from on high \n\nAuspiciously should dawn. \n\n3 On us the Sun of Righteousness \n\nIts brightest beams hath poured ; \nWith grateful hearts and holy zeal, \n\nLord, be thy love adored ; \nAnd let us look with joyful hope \n\nTo that more glorious day, \nBefore whose brightness sin, and death, \n\nAnd grief, shall flee away. \n\n279 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n530. 8s & 7s. Grant, \nForsaking all to follow Christ. \n\n1 JESUS, I my cross have taken, \n\nAll to leave, and follow thee ; \nNaked, poor, despised, forsaken, \n\nThou, from hence, my all shalt be : \nAnd whilst thou shalt smile upon me, \n\nGod of wisdom, love, and might, \nFoes may hate and friends disown me ; \n\nShow thy face, and all is bright. \n\n2 Man may trouble and distress me ; \n\n\'Twill but drive me to thy breast : \nLife with trials hard may press me ; \n\nHeaven will bring me sweeter rest : \nO, \'tis not in grief to harm me, \n\nWhile thy love is left to me ; \nO, \'twere not in joy to charm me, \n\nWere that joy unmixed with thee. \n\n531. L. JVL Watts. \nSecurity in. the Cross. \n\n1 HERE at thy cross, incarnate God, \n\nI lay my soul beneath thy love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nBeneath the droppings of thy blood, \xe2\x80\x94 \nNor shall it, Jesus, e\'er remove. \n\n2 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, \n\nUnmoved and firm this heart should lie ; \nResolved, \xe2\x80\x94 for that\'s my last defence, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIf I must perish, there to die. \n\n3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; \n\nAm I not safe beneath thy shade ? \nThy justice will not strike me here, \nNor Satan dare my soul invade. \n\n4 Yes, Fm secure beneath thy blood, \n\nArid all my foes shall lose then* aim ; \nHosanna to my Saviour God, \nAnd my best honors to his name. \n\n280 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n532. L. M. Steele. \nDesiring Assurance of the divine Favor. \n\n1 IN vain the world\'s alluring smile \nWould my unwary heart beguile ; \nDeluding world ! its brightest day \xe2\x80\x94 \nDream of a moment \xe2\x80\x94 flits away. \n\n2 To nobler bliss my soul aspires ; \nCome, Lord, and fill these large desires \nWith power, and light, and love divine ; \nO, speak, and tell me thou art mine. \n\n3 The blissful word, with joy replete, \nShall bid my gloomy fears retreat ; \nAnd heavenly hope, serenely bright, \nIllume and cheer my darkest night. \n\n4 So shall my joyful spirit rise, \n\nOn wings of faith, above the skies, \nThen dwell forever near thy throne, \nIn joys to mortal thought unknown. \n\n533. C. M. Steele. \nRenunciation of the World for Christ. \n\n1 YE earthly vanities, depart ; \n\nForever hence remove ; \nFor Christ alone deserves my heart, \nAnd eveiy thought of love. \n\n2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt \n\nIn all their softest forms, \nSustained the heavy load of guilt \nFor lost, rebellious worms. \n\n3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view, \n\nAnd yet ungrateful prove ? \nAnd pierce his wounded heart anew, \nAnd grieve his injured love ? \n\n4 Great God, forbid : O, bind this heart, \n\nThis roving heart, of mine, \nSo firm, that it may ne\'er depart, \nIn chains of love divine. \n\n12* 281 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n534* C. M. Steele. \n\nParting with All for Christ. \n\n1 YE glittering toys of earth, adieu ; \n\nA nobler choice be mine ; \nA heavenly prize attracts my view, \nA treasure all divine. \n\n2 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nO name divinely sweet ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nJesus, in thee, in thee alone, \nTrue wealth and honor meet. \n\n3 Should earth\'s vain treasures all depart, \n\nOf this dear gift possessed, \nPd clasp it to my joyful heart, \nAnd be forever blest. \n\n4 Dear portion of my soul\'s desires, \n\nThy love is bliss divine ; \nAccept the wish that love inspires, \nAnd let me call thee mine. \n\n535. C. M. Beddome. \n\nSecurity and Comfort in God. \n\n1 THIS world would be a wilderness, \n\nIf banished, Lord, from thee ; \nAnd heaven, without thy smiling face, \nWould be no heaven to me. \n\n2 My Friend art thou where\'er I go, \n\nThe object of my love, \nMy kind Protector here below, \nAnd my reward above. \n\n3 When foes intrude or tyrants frown, \n\nThou art my sure relief; \nTo thee I make my sorrows known, \nAnd tell thee all my grief. \n\n4 \'Midst rising winds and beating storms, \n\nReclining on thy breast, \n\nI find in thee a hiding-place, \n\nAnd there securely rest. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n53\xc2\xa9\xc2\xab C. M. Doddridge. \n\nLiving by Faith on the Son of God. \n\n1 BLEST Jesus, while in mortal flesh \n\nI hold my frail abode, \nStill would my spirit rest on thee, \nMy Saviour and my God. \n\n2 On thy dear cross I fix my eyes, \n\nThen raise them to thy seat ; \nTill love dissolves my inmost soul, \nAt my Redeemer\'s feet. \n\n3 Be dead, my heart, to worldly charms ; \n\nBe dead to every sin ; \nAnd tell the boldest foe without, \nThat Jesus reigns within. \n\n537. S. M. Beddome. \n\nEntire Surrender. \n\n1 O LORD, thou art my Lord, \n\nMy portion and delight ; \nAll other lords I now reject, \nAnd cast them from my sight \n\n2 Thy sovereign right I own, \n\nThy glorious power confess ; \nThy law shall ever rule my heart, \nWhile I adore thy grace. \n\n3 Too long my feet have strayed \n\nIn sin\'s forbidden way ; \nBut since thou hast my soul reclaimed, \nTo thee my vows I\'ll pay. \n\n4 My soul, to Jesus joined \n\nBy faith, and hope, and love, \nNow seeks to dwell among thy saints, \nAnd rest with them above. \n\n5 Accept, O Lord, my heart ; \n\nTo thee myself I give ; \nNor suffer me from hence to stray, \nOr cause thy saints to grieve. \n\n283 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n538. C. M. J. Ryland. \n\nDelight in God, \n\n1 O LORD, I would delight in thee, \n\nAnd on thy care depend ; \n\nTo thee hi every trouble flee, \n\nMy best, my only Friend. \n\n2 When all created streams are dried, \n\nThy fulness is the same ; \nMay I with this be satisfied, \nAnd glory in thy name. \n\n3 No good in creatures can be found, \n\nBut may be found in thee ; \nI must have all things, and abound, \nWhile God is God to me. \n\n4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee ; \n\nI triumph and adore ; \nMy great concern shall ever be \nTo love and please thee more. \n\n58\xc2\xa9. L. M. Watts. \n\nParting with carnal Joys. \n\n1 I SEND the joys of earth away; \n\nAway, ye tempters of the mind, \nFalse as the smooth, deceitful sea, \nAnd empty as the whistling wind. \n\n2 Your streams were floating me along \n\nDown to the gulf of dark despair ; \nAnd while I listened to your song, \n\nYour streams had e\'en conveyed me there. \n\n3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, \n\nThat warned me of that dark abyss, \nThat drew me from those treacherous seas, \nAnd bade me seek superior bliss. \n\n4 Now to the shining realms above \n\nI stretch my hands and glance my eyes ; \nO for the pinions of a dove, \nTo bear me to the upper skies ! \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5 There, from the bosom of my God, \nOceans of endless pleasure roll ; \nThere would I fix my last abode, \nAnd drown the sorrows of my soul. \n\n54:0. S. M. Campbell\'s Col \n\nFilial Confidence. \n\n1 LORD, I would come to thee, \n\nA sinner all defiled ; \nO, take the stain of guilt away, \nAnd own me as thy child. \n\n2 I cannot live in sin, \n\nAnd feel a Saviour\'s love ; \nThy blood can make my spirit clean, \nAnd write my name above. \n\n3 Among thy little flock \n\nI need the Shepherd\'s care ; \nPour waters from the smitten Rock, \nAnd pastures green prepare. \n\n4 Blest Shepherd, I am thine ; \n\nStill keep me in thy fear ; \nNow fill my heart with grace divine ; \nBring thy salvation near. \n\n541. C. M. Steele. \n\nSeeking All in God. \n\n1 SOURCE of eternal joys divine, \n\nTo thee my soul aspires ; \nO, could I say, " The Lord is mine," \n\'Tis all my soul desires. \n\n2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord, \n\nAssure me of thy love ; \nO, speak the kind, transporting word, \nAnd bid my fears remove. \n\n3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice, \n\nAnd triumph in my God. \nTill heavenly rapture tune my voice \nTo spread thy praise abroad. \n\n285 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n542. S. M. Anon. \nLonging for a View of Christ. \n\n1 I LANGUISH for a sight \n\nOf Him who reigns on high, \xe2\x80\x94 \nJesus, my soul\'s supreme delight ; \nFor Him alone I sigh. \n\n2 O that I knew the place \n\nWhere I might find my God, \nAnd make the arms of his embrace \nMy soul\'s secure abode ! \n\n3 Near to his mercy-seat, \n\nWhere grace triumphant reigns, \nI\'d come and worship at his feet, \nAnd tell him all my pains. \n\n4 The arguments Fd use \n\nMy troubles shall suggest ; \nNor can my blessed Lord refuse \nThe cause of the distressed. \n\n5 O Saviour, bring me near ; \n\nNew life, new strength impart ; \nCast out at once my slavish fear, \nAnd dwell within my heart \n\n543. C. M. Watts. \n\nParting with earthly Joys. \n\n1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight, \n\nAnd bids the world farewell ; \nOn things of sense why fix my sight ? \nWhy on its pleasures dwell ? \n\n2 There\'s nothing round this spacious earth \n\nThat suits my soul\'s desire ; \nTo boundless joy and solid mirth \nMy nobler thoughts aspire. \n\n3 No longer will I ask its love, \n\nNor seek its friendship more ; \nThe happiness that I approve \nIs not within its power. \n\n4 O for the pinions of a dove, \n\nT" ascend the heavenly road \xe2\x96\xa0 \nThere shall I share my Saviour\'s love ; \nThere shall I dwell with God. \n286 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n544. H. M. Campbell\'s Col. \nRepairing to Christ, the Fountain of Life. \n\n1 HAIL, everlasting Spring ! \n\nCelestial Fountain, hail ! \nThy streams salvation bring ; \nThe waters never fail ; \nStill they endure, I For all our woe \nAnd still they flow, | A sovereign cure. \n\n2 Blest be his wounded side, \n\nAnd blest his bleeding heart, \nWho all in anguish died. \n\nSuch favors to impart ; \nHis sacred blood I From every sin, \nShall make us clean | And fit for God. \n\n3 To that dear source of love, \n\nOur souls this day would come ; \nAnd thither, from above, \n\nLord, call the nations home ; \nThat Jew and Greek, J On all their tongues, \nWith rapturous songs | Thy praise may speak. \n\n545. S. M. Beddome. \nNearness to the Lord. \n\n1 WHEN sorrows round us roll, \n\nAnd comforts we have none, \nDear Saviour, say that thou art ours. \nAnd all our griefs are gone. \n\n2 Is there no friend to cheer \n\nIn times of deep distress, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA smile from thee will help to bear, \nOr make the burden less. \n\n3 Though in the gloomy vale \n\nOf death, we fear no harm, \nSupported by thy powerful grace, \nReclining on thine arm. \n\n4 This is our utmost wish, \n\nO Lord, \xe2\x80\x94 that thou wouldst be, \nForever, ever near to us, \nAnd keep us near to thee. \n\n287 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n546. L. M. Watts. \n\nDeriving Strength from Christ \n\n1 LET me but hear my Saviour say, \n\n" Strength shall be equal to thy day," \xe2\x80\x94 \nThen I rejoice in deep distress, \nUpheld by all-sufficient grace. \n\n2 I can do all things, or can bear \nAll suffering, if my Lord be there ; \nSweet pleasures mingle with the pains, \nWhile he my sinking head sustains. \n\n3 I glory in infirmity, , \n\nThat Christ\'s own power may rest on me ; \nWhen I am weak, then am I strong ; \nGrace is my shield, and Christ my song. \n\n54L7. S. M. Watts, \n\nChrist unseen, yet beloved. \n\n1 NOT with our mortal eyes \n\nHave we beheld the Lord ; \n\nYet we rejoice to hear his name, \n\nAnd love him in his word. \n\n2 On earth we want the sight \n\nOf our Redeemer\'s face ; \nYet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight \nTo dwell upon thy grace. \n\n3 And, when we feel thy love, \n\nDiviner joys arise ; \nOn wings of faith we soar above, \nTo mansions in the skies. \n\n548. L. M. Steeli \n\nTrusting Christ the only Refuge. \n\n1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, \n\nMy refuge, my almighty Friend, \nAnd can my soul from thee depart, \nOn whom alone my hopes depend ? \n\n2 Whither, ah, whither shall 1 go, \n\nA wretched wanderer from my Lord ? \nCan this dark world of sin and woe \nOne glimpse of happiness afford? \n288 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Eternal life thy words impart ; \n\nOn these my fainting spirit lives ; \n\nHere sweeter comforts cheer my heart \n\nThan all the round of nature gives. \n\n4 Let earth\'s alluring joys combine ; \n\nWhile thou art near, in vain they call ; \nOne smile, one blissful smile, of thine, \nMy gracious Lord, outweighs them all. \n\n5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; \n\nHere safety dwells, and peace divine ; \nStill let me live beneath thine eye. \nFor life, eternal life, is thine. \n\n349. L. M. C. Wesley. \n\nEnjoyment of Christ\'s Love. \n\n1 JESUS, thy boundless love to me \n\nNo thought can reach, no tongue declare ; \nUnite my thankful heart to thee, \nAnd reign without a rival there. \n\n2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray ! \n\nAll pain before its presence flies ; \nCare, anguish, sorrow, melt away \nWhere\'er its healing beams arise. \n\n3 O, let thy love my soul inflame, \n\nAnd to thy service sweetly bind ; \nTransfuse it through my inmost frame, \nAnd mould me wholly to thy mind. \n\n4 Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace ; \n\nThy love, in weakness, make me strong ; \nAnd, when the storms of life shall cease, \nThy love shall be in heaven my song. \n\n550. C. M. Watts. \n\nPardon and Sanctification. \n\n1 IN vain we lavish out our lives \nTo gather empty wind ; \nThe choicest blessings earth can yield \nWill starve a hungry mind. \n13 289 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 But God can every want supply, \n\nAnd fill our hearts with peace ; \nHe gives by promise, and by oath, \nThe riches of his grace. \n\n3 Come, and he\'ll cleanse our spotted souls, \n\nAnd wash away our stains \nIn that rich fountain which his Son \nPoured from his dying veins. \n\n4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, \n\nAnd deep engrave his law, \n\nAnd every motion of our souls \n\nTo swift obedience draw. \n\n5 Thus will he pour salvation down, \n\nAnd we shall render praise ; \nWe, the dear people of his love, \nAnd he, our God of grace. \n\n551. C. M. WlNCHELl/S SEL. \n\nThe guiding Star. \n\n1 BRIGHT was the guiding star, that led, \n\nWith mild, benignant ray, \n\nThe Gentiles to the lowly bed \n\nWhere our Redeemer lay. \n\n2 But, lo ! a brighter, clearer light \n\nNow points to his abode ; \nIt shines through sin and sorrow\'s night, \nTo guide us to our Lord. \n\n3 O, haste to follow where it leads ; \n\nThe gracious call obey, \nBe rugged wilds, or flowery meads, \nThe Christian\'s destined way. \n\n4 O, gladly tread the narrow path, \n\nWhile light and grace are given ; \n\nWho meekly follow Christ on earth \n\nShall reign with him in heaven. \n\n553. C. M. Watts. \n\nNot ashamed of the Gospel. \n1 FM not ashamed to own my Lord, \nOr to defend his cause, \nMaintain the honor of his word, \nThe glory of his cross. \n290 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Jesus, my God, 1 know his name ; \n\nHis name is all my trust ; \nNor will he put my soul to shame, \nNor let my hope be lost. \n\n3 Firm as his tin-one his promise stands, \n\nAnd he can well secure \nWhat I\'ve committed to his hands \nTill the decisive hour. \n\n4 Then will he own my worthless name, \n\nBefore his Father\'s face, \n\nAnd hi the New Jerusalem \n\nAppoint my soul a place. \n\n5*>3\xc2\xab 6s & 10s. Martineau\'s Col. \n\nLooking unto Jesus. \n\n1 THOU, who didst stoop below, \nTo drain the cup of woe, \n\nAnd wear the form of frail mortality, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThy blessed labors done, \n\nThy crown of victory won, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHast passed from earth \xe2\x80\x94 passed to thy home on high. \n\n2 It was no path of flowers, \nThrough this dark world of ours, \n\nBeloved of the Father, thou didst tread ; \n\nAnd shall we, in dismay, \n\nShrink from the narrow way, \nWhen clouds and darkness are around it spread ? \n\n3 O Thou, who art our life, \n\nBe with us through the strife ; \nThy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed ; \n\nRaise thou our eyes above, \n\nTo see a Father\'s love \nBeam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. \n\n4 E\'en through the awful gloom, \nWhich hovers o\'er the tomb, \n\nThat light of love our guiding star shall be ; \n\nOur spirits shall not dread \n\nThe shadowy way to tread, \nFriend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee. \n\n291 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS and exercises. \n554L. L. M. Grigg. \n\nNot ashamed of Christ. \n\n1 JESUS, and shall it ever be \xe2\x80\x94 \nA mortal man ashamed of thee ! \nAshamed of thee, whom angels praise, \nWhose glories shine through endless days ! \n\n2 Ashamed of Jesus ! \xe2\x80\x94 that dear Friend \nOn whom my hopes of heaven depend ! \nNo ! \xe2\x80\x94 when I blush, be this my shame, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat I no more revere his name. \n\n3 Ashamed of Jesus ! \xe2\x80\x94 yes, I may, \nWhen I\'ve no guilt to wash away, \nNo tear to wipe, no good to crave, \nNo fears to quell, no soul to save. \n\n4 Till then \xe2\x80\x94 nor is my boasting vain \xe2\x80\x94 \nTill then, I boast a Saviour slain ; \nAnd, O, may this my glory be, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat Christ is not ashamed of me. \n\n555. C. M. Anon. \n\nBehold the Lamb of God. \n\n1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore \n\nThy guilt upon the tree, \nAnd paid in blood the dreadful score, \nThe ransom due for thee. \n\n2 Behold him till the sight endears \n\nThe Saviour to thy heart ; \nHis pierced feet bedew with tears, \nNor from his cross depart. \n\n3 Behold him till his dying love \n\nThy every thought control ; \nIts vast, constraining influence prove \nO\'er body, spirit, soul. \n\n4 Behold him, as the race you rim, \n\nYour never-failing Friend ; \nHe will complete the work begun, \nAnd grace in glory end. \n\n292 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n556 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Doddridge. \n\nLiving to Christ. \n\n1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right \n\nTo eveiy service I can pay, \nAnd call it my supreme delight \nTo hear thy dictates and obey. \n\n2 What is my being but for thee \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nIts sure support, its noblest end ? \n\'Tis my delight thy face to see, \n\nAnd serve the cause of such a Friend \n\n3 I would not sigh for worldly joy, \n\nOr to increase my worldly good ; \nNor future days nor powers employ \nTo spread a sounding name abroad, \n\n4 \'Tis to my Saviour I would live \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nTo him who for my ransom died ; \nNor could all worldly honor give \nSuch bliss as crowns me at his side, \n\n5 His work my hoary age shall bless, \n\nWhen youthful vigor is no more, \nAnd my last hour of life confess \nHis saving love, his glorious power. \n\n557. C. M. Bourne\'s Col. \n\nSelf-Dedication. \n\n1 O SAVIOUR, welcome to my heart; \n\nPossess thy humble throne ; \nBid every rival hence depart, \nAnd claim me for thy own. \n\n2 The world and Satan I forsake ; \n\nTo thee I all resign ; \nMy longing heart, O Saviour, take, \nAnd fill with love divine. \n\n3 O, may I never turn aside, \n\nNor from thy bosom flee ; \nLet nothing here my heart divide ; \nI give it all to thee. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n558. C. M. BEDDOME. \n\nSelf- Denial for Christ. \n\n1 AND must I part with all I have, \n\nMy dearest Lord, for thee ? \nIt is but right, since thou hast done \nMuch more than this for me. \n\n2 Yes, let it go ! one look from thee \n\nWill more than make amends \nFor all the losses I sustain \nOf honor, riches, friends. \n\n3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, \n\nHow worthless they appear, \nCompared with thee, supremely good, \nDivinely bright and fair ! \n\n4 Saviour of souls, could 1 from thee \n\nA single smile obtain, \nThe loss of all things I could bear, \nAnd glory in my gain. \n\n559, C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDesiring Evidence of Adoption. \n\n1 THOU Lord of all the worlds on high, \n\nAllow my humble claim ; \nNor, while a child would raise its cry, \nDisdain a Father\'s name. \n\n2 My Father, God, how sweet the sound ! \n\nHow tender and how dear ! \nNot all the melody of heaven \nCould so delight the ear. \n\n3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name \n\nOn my believing heart, \nAnd show that in Jehovah\'s grace \n1 share a filial part. \n\n4 By such a heavenly signal cheered, \n\nUnwavering 1 believe, \nAnd Abba, Father, humbly cry ; \nNor can the sign deceive. \n\n5 On wings of everlasting love \n\nThe Comforter is come ; \nAll terrors at his voice disperse, \nAnd endless pleasures bloom, \n294 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n560. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nCasting all Care on God. \n\n1 STILL on the Lord thy burden roll, \n\nNor let a care remain ; \nHis mighty arm shall bear thy soul, \nAnd all thy griefs sustain. \n\n2 Ne\'er will the Lord his aid deny \n\nTo those who trust his love : ^ \nThe men, who on his grace rely, \nNor earth nor hell shall move. \n\n561. C. M. Watts, \n\nSaints in tke Hands of Christ. \n\n1 FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands, \n\nMy Lord, my hope, my trust ; \nIf I am found in Jesus\' hands, \nMy soul can ne\'er be lost. \n\n2 His honor is engaged to save \n\nThe meanest of his sheep ; \nAll, whom his heavenly Father gave, \nHis hands securely keep. \n\n3 Nor death nor hell shall e\'er remove \n\nHis favorites from his breast ; \nWithin the bosom of his love \nThey must forever rest. \n\n562. C. M. Watts. \nSecurity in Christ. \n\n1 OUR God, how firm his promise stands \n\nE\'en when he hides his face ! \nHe trusts in our Redeemer\'s hands \nThe kingdom of his grace. \n\n2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints ? \n\nChrist and his flock are one : \nThy God is faithful to his saints, \nIs faithful to his Son. \n\n3 Beneath his smile my heart has lived, \n\nAnd heavenly joy possessed : \nFll render thanks for grace received. \nAnd trust him for the rest. \n\n295 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n563. L. M. Watts. \nSecurity in God. \n\n1 HOW oft have sin and Satan strove \n\nTo rend my soul from thee, my God ! \nBut everlasting is thy love, \n\nAnd Jesus seals it with his blood. \n\n2 The oath and promise of the Lord \n\nJoin to confirm the wondrous grace ; \nEternal power performs the word, \n\nAnd fills all heaven with endless praise. \n\n3 Amidst temptations, sharp and long, \n\nMy soul to this dear refuge flies ; \nHope is my anchor, firm and strong, \nWhile tempests blow and billows rise. \n\n4 The gospel bears my spirit up ; \n\nA faithful and unchanging God \nLays the foundation for my hope \nIn oaths, and promises, and blood. \n\n564. S. M. Watts. \nPreserving Grace. \n\n1 TO God, the only wise, \n\nOur Saviour and our King, \n\nLet all the saints below the skies \n\nTheir humble praises bring. \n\n2 \'Tis his almighty love, \n\nHis counsel, and his care, \nPreserves us safe from sin and death, \nAnd every hurtful snare. \n\n3 He will present our souls, \n\nUnblemished and complete, \nBefore the glory of his face, \nWith joys divinely great. \n\n4 Then all the chosen seed \n\nShall meet around the throne, \n\nShall bless the conduct of his grace, \n\nAnd make his wonders known. \n\n296 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n565. C. M. Noel\'s Col. \nThe Progress of the spiritual Temple. \n\n1 THE God of grace and glory calls, \n\nAnd leads the wondrous way \nTo his own palace, where he reigns \nIn uncreated day. \n\n2 Jesus, the Herald of his love, \n\nDisplays the glorious prize, \nAnd shows the purchase of his blood \nTo our admiring eyes. \n\n3 He perfects what his hand begins, \n\nArid stone on stone he lays, \nTill firm and fair the building rise, \nA temple to his praise. \n\n4 The songs of everlasting years \n\nThat mercy shall attend, \nWhich leads, through sufferings of an hour \nTo joys that never end. \n\n566. C. M. Beddomk. \nPraise and Hope. \n\n1 O LORD, if in the book of life \n\nMy worthless name should stand, \nIn fairest characters, inscribed \nBy thine unerring hand, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 My soul thou wilt by grace prepare \n\nFor crowns above the skies, \nAnd on my way, from heavenly stores, \nWilt grant me fresh supplies. \n\n3 Then I to thee, in sweetest strains, \n\nWill grateful anthems raise ; \nBut life\'s too short, my powers too weak, \nTo utter half thy praise. \n\n4 Had I ten thousand thousand tongues, \n\nNot one should silent be ; \nHad I ten thousand thousand hearts, \nI\'d give them all to thee. \n\n13* 297 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n3Q7, 8S. TOPLADY. \n\nThe Believer safe. \n\n1 A DEBTOR to mercy alone, \n\nOf covenant mercy I sing ; \nNor fear, with thy righteousness on, \n\nMy person and offering to bring ; \nThe terrors of law, and of God, \n\nWith me can have nothing to do ; \nMy Saviour\'s obedience and blood \n\nHide all my transgressions from view. \n\n2 The work which his goodness began, \n\nThe arm of his strength will complete ; \nHis promise is yea, and amen, \n\nAnd never was forfeited yet ; \nThings future, nor things that are now, \n\nNot all things, below nor above, \nCan make him his purpose forego, \n\nOr sever my soul from his love. \n\n3 My name from the palms of his hands \n\nEternity will not erase : \nImpressed on his heart it remains, \n\nIn marks of indelible grace : \nYes, I to the end shall endure, \n\nAs sure as the earnest is given ; \nMore happy, but not more secure, \n\nThe glorified spirits in heaven. \n\n\n\n568. 8s & 7s. Grant. \n\nRejoicing in Hope of the Glory of God. \n\n1 KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation ; \n\nRise o\'er sin, and fear, and care ; \nJoy to find, in every station, \n\nSomething still to do or bear : \nThink what Spirit dwells within thee ; \n\nThink what Father\'s smiles are thine ; \nThink what Jesus did to win thee : \n\nChild of heaven, canst thou repine ? \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, \n\nArmed by faith and winged by prayer ; \nHeaven\'s eternal day \'s before thee ; \n\nGod\'s own hand shall guide thee there : \nSoon shall close thy earthly mission ; \n\nSoon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; \nHope shall change to glad fruition, \n\nFaith to sight, and prayer to praise. \n\n569. L. M. Sir J. E, Smith, \n\n"It is I; be not afraid." \n\n1 WHEN power divine, hi mortal form, \nHushed with a word the raging storm, \nIn soothing accents, Jesus said, \n\n" Lo, it is I ; be not afraid." \n\n2 So, when in silence nature sleeps, \nAnd his lone watch the mourner keeps, \nOne thought shall every pang remove \xe2\x80\x94 \nTrust, feeble man, thy Maker\'s love. \n\n3 God calms the tumult and the storm ; \nHe rules the seraph and the worm ; \nNo creature is by him forgot \n\nOf those who know or know him not. \n\n4 And when the last, dread hour shall come, \nWhile trembling Nature waits her doom, \nThis voice shall wake the pious dead \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n" Lo, it is I ; be not afraid." \n\n37\xc2\xae. C. M. Rel. Souvenir. \n\nTrust in God. \n\n1 O FATHER, good or evil send, \n\nAs seemeth best to thee, \nAnd teach my stubborn soul to bend \nIn love to thy decree. \n\n2 Whatever come, if thou wilt bless \n\nThe brightness and the gloom, \nAnd temper joy, and soothe distress, \n1 fear no earthly doom. \n\n3 Life cannot give a cureless sting ; \n\nDeath can but crown my bliss, \nAnd waft me far, on angel\'s wing, \nTo perfect happiness. \n\n2J9 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n571. C. M. AVELING. \n\nFear not. \n\n1 WHENE\'ER the clouds of sorrow roll, \n\nAnd trials whelm the mind, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen, faint with grief, thy wearied soul \n\nNo joys on earth can find, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThen lift thy voice to God on high, \n\nDry up the trembling tear, \nAnd hush the low, complaining sigh : \n\n" Fear not ;" thy God is near. \n\n2 When dark temptations spread then* snares, \n\nAnd earth with charms allures, \nAnd when thy soul, oppressed with fears, \n\nThe world\'s assault endures, \nThen let thy Father\'s friendly voice \n\nThy fainting spirit cheer, \nAiid bid thy trembling heart rejoice : \n\n" Fear not ; " thy God is near. \n\n3 And when the final hour shall come, \n\nThat calls thee to thy rest, \nTo dwell within thy heavenly home, \n\nA welcome, joyful guest, \nBe calm ; though Jordan\'s waves may roll, \n\nNo ills shall meet thee there ; \nAngels shall whisper to thy soul, \n\n" Fear not ; " thy God is near. \n\n573. C. M Watts. \n\nGod the Author of Mercies and Afflictions. \n\n1 NAKED, as from the earth we came, \n\nAnd rose to life at first, \nWe to the earth return again, \nAnd mingle with the dust. \n\n2 The dear delights we here enjoy, \n\nAnd fondly call our own, \nAre only favors borrowed now, \nTo be repaid anon. \n\n3 \'Tis God who lifts our comforts high, \n\nOr sinks them in the grave ; \nHe gives, and, blessed be his name, \nHe takes but what he gave. \n\n300 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 Peace, all our angry passions, then ; \n\nLet each rebellious sigh \nBe silent at his sovereign will, \nAnd every murmur die. \n\n5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, \n\nIts praises shall be spread ; \nAnd we\'ll adore the justice, too, \nThat strikes our comforts dead. \n\n\n\n573. 7s. Anon. \nHoly Contentment. \n\n1 LORD, my times are in thy hand : \nAll my fondest hopes have planned \nTo thy wisdom I resign, \n\nAnd would make thy purpose mine. \n\n2 Thou my daily task shalt give ; \nDay by day to thee I live : \n\nSo shall added years fulfil, \nNot my own, my Father\'s will. \n\n3 Fond ambition, whisper not ; \nHappy is my humble lot : \nAnxious, busy cares, away ; \nI\'m provided for to-day. \n\n4 O, to live exempt from care, \nBy the energy of prayer, \n\nStrong in faith, with mind subdued, \nYet elate with gratitude ! \n\n574. 6s, 8s & 4s. Oliver. \n\nThe holy Triumph of Assurance. \n\n1 YES, God himself hath sworn, \xe2\x80\x94 \nI on his oath depend, \xe2\x80\x94 \nI shall, on eagle\'s wings upborne, \n\nTo heaven ascend : \nI shall behold his face, \n\nI shall his power adore, \nAnd sing the wonders of his grace \nForevermore. \n\n301 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Though nature\'s strength decay, \n\nAnd death and hell withstand, \nTo Canaan\'s bounds I urge my way, \n\nAt his command : \nThe watery deep I pass, \n\nWith Jesus in my view, \nAnd through the howling wilderness \n\nMy way pursue. \n\n3 The goodly land I see, \n\nWith peace and plenty blest, \nThe land of sacred liberty \n\nAnd endless rest : \nThere milk and honey flow, \n\nAnd oil and wine abound, \nAnd trees of life forever grow, \n\nWith mercy crowned. \n\n4 There dwells the Lord our King, \n\nThe Lord our Righteousness, \nTriumphant o\'er the world and sin : \n\nThe Prince of peace, \nOn Zion\'s sacred height, \n\nHis kingdom still maintains, \nAnd, glorious with his saints in light, \n\nForever reigns. \n\n5 He keeps his own secure ; \n\nHe guards them by his side ; \nArrays in garments white and pure \n\nHis spotless bride : \nWith streams of sacred bliss, \n\nWith groves of living joys, \nWith all the fruits of Paradise, \n\nHe still supplies. \n\n6 Before the great Three-One \n\nThey all exulting stand, \nAnd tell the wonders he hath done \n\nThrough all their land : \nThe listening spheres attend, \n\nAnd swell the growing fame, \nAnd sing, in songs which never end, \n\nThe wondrous Name. \n302 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n*573. L. M. Steele. \n\nSufficiency of Grace. \n\n1 IN vain my roving thoughts would find \nA portion worthy of the mind ; \n\nOn earth my soul can never rest, \nFor earth can never make me blest. \n\n2 Can lasting happiness be found \nWhere seasons roll their hasty round, \nAnd days and hours, with rapid flight, \nSweep cares and pleasures out of sight ? \n\n3 Arise, my thoughts ; my heart, arise ; \nLeave this vain world, and seek the skies ; \nThere purest joys forever last, \n\nWhen seasons, days, and hours, are past \n\n4 Come, Lord, thy powerful grace impart ; \nThy grace can raise my wandering heart \nTo pleasure, perfect and sublime, \nUnmeasured by the wing of time. \n\n576. C. M. Beddome, \n\nVanity of the World. \n\n1 BE thou, O Lord, my treasure here, \n\nAnd fix my thoughts above ; \nUnveil thy glories to my view, \nAnd bid me taste thy love. \n\n2 The world how mean, with all its store, \n\nCompared with thee, my Lord ! \nIts vain and fleeting joys how few ! \nHow little they afford ! \n\n3 The goods of earth are empty things, \n\nAnd pleasures soon decay ; \nIts honors are but noisy breath, \nAnd sceptres pass away. \n\n4 Ye vain and glittering toys, begone ; \n\nYe false delights, adieu ; \nMy glorious Lord fills all the space, \nAnd leaves no room for you. \n\n303 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5T7\xc2\xbb 7s. Newton. \n\nSelf-Distrust \n\n1 \'TIS a point I long to know, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nOft it causes anxious thought, \xe2\x80\x94 \nDo I love the Lord, or no ? \nAm I his, or am 1 not ? \n\n2 If I love, why am I thus ? \n\nWhy this dull and lifeless frame ? \nHardly, sure, can they be worse, \nWho have never heard his name. \n\n3 When I turn my eyes within, \n\nAll is dark, and vain, and wild ; \nFilled with unbelief and sin, \nCan 1 deem myself a child? \n\n4 If I pray, or hear, or read, \n\nSin is mixed with all I do ; \nYou that love the Lord indeed, \nTell me, is it thus with you ? \n\n5 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, \n\nFind my sin a grief and thrall ; \nShould I grieve for what I feel, \nIf I did not love at all ? \n\n6 Lord, decide the doubtful case ; \n\nThou, who art thy people\'s sun, \nShine upon thy work of grace, \nIf it be indeed begun. \n\n7 Let me love thee more and more, \n\nIf I love at all, I pray ; \nIf I have not loved before, \nHelp me to begin to-day. \n\n578. C. M. Hudson. \n\nSupporting Grace. \n\n1 HOW happy is the Christian\'s state ! \n\nHis sins are all forgiven ; \nA cheering ray confirms the grace, \nAnd lifts his hopes to heaven. \n\n2 Though, in the rugged path of life, \n\nHe heaves the pensive sigh, \nYet, trusting in the Lord, he finds \nSupporting grace is nigh. \n\n304 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 If, to prevent his wandering steps, \n\nHe feels the chastening rod, \nThe gentle stroke shall bring him back \nTo his forgiving God. \n\n4 And when the welcome message comes, \n\nTo call his soul away, \nHis soul in raptures will ascend \nTo everlasting day. \n\n579. H. M. Bengel. \n\nFaith and Patience m Suffering* \n\n1 FLL think upon the woes, \n\nMost spotless Lamb of God, \nTo which thou didst expose, \n\nUpon th\' accursed wood, \nThyself for mine iniquity, \nAnd bless thee still in chastening me. \n\n2 Why should my will complain, \n\nWhen all he means is kind ? \nThough great my grief and pain, \n\nTo him I\'ll be resigned ; \nYes, wait and hope, as me behoves : \nThe Father chastens whom he loves. \n\n3 I cannot take amiss \n\nThese sufferings as too great ; \nThou\'rt good, though they increase ; \n\nStill patiently I\'ll wait : \nHI it becomes me to repine ; \nMake me in life and spirit thine. \n\n4 My heart shall envy none \n\nWho seem to prosper more ; \nOnly may I be one \n\nOf thine who so endure, \nThat here hi piety they thrive, \nTill heavenly perfectness arrive. \n\n5 Thou fount of all delight, \n\nAnd secret of my joy, \nThough many a tearful night \n\nMay still my heart employ, \nYet will I hope one day to see \nA blest eternity with thee. \n\n13* 305 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n58\xc2\xa9 \xe2\x80\xa2 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.] . ANON. \n\nLooking to Things unseen and eternal. \n\n1 O, LAY not up upon this earth \n\nYour hope, your joy, your treasure ; \n\nHere sorrow clouds the pilgrim\'s path, \n\nAnd blights each opening pleasure. \n\n2 Earth\'s joys, like dew-drops, fade away , \n\nLike clouds its visions vanish ; \nAbove, no night can chase the day ; \nThose joys no change can banish. \n\n3 All, all below must fade and die ; \n\nThe dearest hopes we cherish, \nScenes touched with brightest radiancy, \nAre all decreed to perish. \n\n4 Then, man, be wise ; thy constant care \n\nTo purer joys be given, \nNor let delusive objects share \nThe place of bliss and heaven. \n\n5 Let things unseen, with potent force, \n\nAlone possessing merit, \nLead upward to its holy source \nThy pure, immortal spirit \n\n581. C. M. Haweis. \n\nSubmission. \n\n1 SUBMISSIVE to thy will, my God, \n\nI all to thee resign, \nAnd bow before thy chastening rod ; \nI mourn, but not repine. \n\n2 Why should my foolish heart complain, \n\nWhen wisdom, truth, and love, \nDirect the stroke, inflict the pain, \nAnd point to joys above ? \n\n3 How short are all my sufferings here ! \n\nHow needful every cross ! \n\nAway, my unbelieving fear, \n\nNor call my gain my loss. \n\n4 Then give, O Lord, or take away, \n\nI\'ll bless thy sacred name : \nJesus to-day, and yesterday, \nAnd ever, is the same. \n\n306 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n582. C. M. Montgomery. \nAn Afterthought of the Afflicted. \n\n1 I CANNOT call affliction sweet ; \n\nAnd yet \'twas good to bear : \n\nAffliction brought me to thy feet, \n\nAnd I found comfort there. \n\n2 My wearied soul was all resigned \n\nTo thy most gracious will : \nO had I kept that better mind, \nOr been afflicted still ! \n\n3 Where are the vows which then I vowed ? \n\nThe joys which then I knew ? \nThose vanished like the morning cloud ; \nThese, like the early dew. \n\n4 Lord, grant me grace for every day, \n\nWhate\'er my state may be ; \nThrough life, in death, with truth to say, \n"My God is all tome." \n\n583. C. H. M. Conder. \n\nBlessedness of Sub?nission in Trials. \n\n1 WHEN I can trust my all with God, \n\nIn trial\'s fearful hour, \nBow, all resigned, beneath his rod. \n\nAnd bless his sparing power, \nA joy springs up amid distress, \nA fountain in the wilderness. \n\n2 O, to be brought to Jesus\' feet, \n\nThough trials fix me there, \nIs still a privilege most sweet, \n\nFor he will hear my prayer ; \nThough sighs and tears its language be, \nThe Lord is nigh to answer me. \n\n3 O, blessed be the hand that gave, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nStill blessed when it takes ; \nBlessed be he who smites to save, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWho heals the heart he breaks : \nPerfect and true are all his ways, \nWhom heaven adores and death obeys. \n307 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n584. C. M. Drummond. \nGod our only Hope. \n\n1 BEREFT of all, when hopeless care \n\nWould sink us to the tomb, \nO, what can save us from despair ? \nWhat dissipate the gloom? \n\n2 No balm that earthly plants distil \n\nCan soothe the mourner\'s smart \nNo mortal hand, with lenient skill, \nBind up the broken heart. \n\n3 But one alone, who reigns above, \n\nOur woe to joy can turn, \nAnd light the lamp of joy and love \nThat long has ceased to burn. \n\n4 Then, O my soul, to Jesus flee ; \n\nTo him thy woes reveal ; \nHis eye alone thy wounds can see, \nHis hand alone can heal. \n\n585. L. M. 6 l. Bowring. \nTrust in God. \n\n1 O, LET my trembling soul be still, \n\nWhile darkness veils this mortal eye, \nAnd wait thy wise, thy holy will : \n\nWrapped yet in fears and mystery, \n1 cannot, Lord, thy purpose see ; \nYet all is well, since ruled by thee. \n\n2 When, mounted on thy clouded car, \n\nThou send\'st thy darker spirits down, \nI can discern thy light afar \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThy light, sweet beaming through thy frown ; \nAnd, should I faint a moment, then \nI think of thee, and smile again. \n\n3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread \n\nThe narrow path of duty on : \nWhat though some cherished joys are fled ; \n\nWhat though some flattering dreams are gone ; \nYet purer, brighter joys remain: \nWhy should my spirit, then, complain ? \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\nSS6. C. M. Watts. \n\nDesertion and Hope, \n\n1 WITH earnest longings of the mind, \n\nMy God, to thee I look ; \nSo pants the hunted hart to find \nAnd taste the cooling brook. \n\n2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, \n\nAnd meet my God again ? \nSo long an absence from thy face \nMy heart endures with pain. \n\n3 \'Tis with a mournful pleasure now \n\nI think on ancient days ; \nThen to thy house did numbers go, \nAnd all our work was praise. \n\n4 But why, my soul, sunk down so far, \n\nBeneath this heavy load ? \nWhy do my thoughts indulge despair, \nAiid sin against my God? \n\n5 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand \n\nCan all thy woes remove ; \nFor I shall yet before him stand, \nAnd sing restoring love. \n\n587. C. M. T. Green. \n\nHoly Resignation, \n\n1 IT is the Lord, enthroned in light, \n\nWhose claims are all divine, \nWho has an undisputed right \nTo govern me and mine. \n\n2 It is the Lord, who gives me all \n\nMy wealth, my friends, my ease ; \nAnd of his bounties may recall \nWhatever part he please. \n\n3 It is the Lord, my faithful God, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThrice blessed be his name, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhose gracious promise, sealed with blood, \nMust ever be the same. \n\n4 And can my soul, with hopes like these, \n\nBe faithless, or repine ? \nNo, gracious God ; take what thou please ; \nTo thee I all resign. \n309 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXEKCISES. \n\n588. C. M. Merrick\'s Col. \n\nHoly Resignation. \n\n1 AUTHOR of good, to thee we turn \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\nThine ever wakeful eye \nAlone can all our wants discern, \nThy hand alone supply. \n\n2 O, let thy love within us dwell, \n\nThy fear our footsteps guide ; \nThat love shall vainer loves expel, \nThat fear all fears beside. \n\n3 And, O, by error\'s force subdued, \n\nSince oft, with stubborn will, \n\nWe blindly shun the latent good, \n\nAind grasp the specious ill, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Not what we wish, but what we want, \n\nLet mercy still supply : \nThe good we ask not, Father, grant ; \nThe ill we ask, deny. \n\n589. C. M. Watts. \nHoly Fear, and Tenderness of Conscience. \n\n1 WITH my whole heart I\'ve sought thy face ; \n\nO, let me never stray \nFrom thy commands, O God of grace, \nNor tread the sinner\'s way. \n\n2 Thy word I\'ve hid within my heart, \n\nTo keep my conscience clean, \nAnd be an everlasting guard \nFrom every rising sin. \n\n3 Fm a companion of the saints, \n\nWho fear and love the Lord ; \nMy sorrows rise, my nature faints, \nWhen men transgress thy word. \n\n4 My heart with sacred reverence hears \n\nThe threatenings of thy word ; \nMy flesh with holy trembling fears \nThe judgments of the Lord. \n\n5 My God, I long, I hope, I wait, \n\nFor thy salvation still ; \nThy holy law is my delight, \nAnd I obey thy will. \n\n310 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n590. C. M. Watts. \n\nBenefit of Affliction. \n\n1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, \n\nAnd thy deliverance send ; \nMy soul for thy salvation faints ; \nWhen will my troubles end ? \n\n2 Yet I have found \'tis good for me \n\nTo bear my Father\'s rod ; \nAffliction made me learn thy law, \nAnd live upon my God. \n\n3 Had not thy word been my delight \n\nWhen earthly joys were fled, \nMy soul, oppressed with sorrow\'s weight, \nHad sunk among the dead. \n\n4 Before I knew thy chastening rod, \n\nMy feet were apt to stray ; \nBut now I learn to keep thy word. \nNor wander from thy way \n\n\n\n591. C. M. Steele. \n\nThirsting after God. \n\n1 WHEN fainting in the sultry waste, \n\nAnd parched with thirst extreme, \nThe weary pilgrim longs to taste \nThe cool, refreshing stream. \n\n2 So longs the weary, fainting mind, \n\nOppressed with sins and woes, \nSome soul-reviving spring to find, \nWhence heavenly comfort flows. \n\n3 O, may I thirst for thee, my God, \n\nWith ardent, strong desire ; \nAnd still, through all this desert road, \nTo taste thy grace aspire. \n\n4 Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, \n\nA grateful sacrifice ; \nMy mourning voice thou wilt attend, \nAnd grant me full supplies. \n\n311 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n593. C. M. BURDER\'S COU \n\nRejoicing in Adversity. \n\n1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, \n\nThough vines their fruit deny, \nThe labor of the olive fail, \nAnd fields no meat supply ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, \n\nMy flock cut off I see ; \nThough famine reign in empty stalls, \nWhere herds were wont to be ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, \n\nAnd glory hi his love ; \nIn him I\'ll joy, who will the God \nOf my salvation prove. \n\n4 God is the treasure of my soul, \n\nThe source of lasting joy \xe2\x80\x94 \nA joy which want shall not impair, \nNor death itself destroy. \n\n593. C. M. Steele, \n\nTrue Happiness to be found only in GocL \n\n1 IN vain I trace creation o\'er, \n\nIn search of solid rest ; \nThe whole creation is too poor \nTo make me truly blest \n\n2 Let earth and all her charms depart, \n\nUnworthy of the mind ; \nIn God alone this restless heart \nEnduring bliss can find. \n\n3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want ; \n\nHere would my spirit rest : \nO, seal the rich, the boundless grant, \nAnd make me fully blest \n\n504. C. M. Watts. \n\nConfidence in God. \n1 SOON as I heard my Father say, \n" Ye children, seek my grace," \nMy heart replied, without delay, \n66 I\'ll seek my Father\'s face." \n\n312 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Let not thy face be hid from me, \n\nNor frown my soul away ; \nGod of my life, I fly to thee \nIn each distressing day. \n\n3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, \n\nLeave me to want, or die, \nMy God will make my life his care, \nAnd all my need supply. \n\n4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, \n\nAnd keep your courage up ; \nHe\'ll raise your spirit when it faints, \nAnd far exceed your hope. \n\n5\xc2\xa9H. C. M. Edmeston. \n\nAsking Mercy in Affliction. \n\n1 O THOU whose mercy guides my way, \n\nThough now it seem severe, \nForbid my unbelief to say \nThere is no mercy here. \n\n2 O, grant me to desire the pain \n\nThat comes in kindness down, \nMore than the world\'s alluring gain \nSucceeded by a frown. \n\n3 Then, though thou bow my spirit low, \n\nLove only shall I see; \nThe very hand that strikes the blow \nWas wounded once for me. \n\nt)96, C. M. Beddome. \n\nSubmission in Trials. \n\n1 MY times of sorrow and of joy, \n\nGreat God, are in thy hand ; \nMy choicest comforts come from thee, \nAnd go at thy command. \n\n2 If thou shouldst take them all away, \n\nYet would I not repine ; \nBefore they were possessed by me, \nThey were entirely thine. \n\n3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, \n\nThough all the world were gone, \nBut seek enduring happiness \nIn thee, and thee alone. \n\n14 313 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n597. C. M. Anon. \n\nTJte Benefit of Affliction. \n\n1 O GOD, to thee my sinking soul \n\nIn deep distress doth fly ; \nThy love can all my griefs control, \nAnd all my wants supply. \n\n2 How oft, when dark misfortune\'s band \n\nAround their victim stood, \nThe seeming ill, at thy command, \nHath changed to real good ! \n\n3 The tempest that obscured the sky \n\nHath set my bosom free \nFrom earthly care and sensual joy, \nAnd turned my thoughts to thee. \n\n4 Affliction\'s blast hath made me learn \n\nTo feel for others\' woe, \nAnd humbly seek, with deep concern, \nMy own defects to know. \n\n5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, roar; \n\nMy heart defies your shock ; \nYe make me cling to God the more \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo God, my sheltering Rock. \n\n598. 8s. Searle. \nThe Promise of God sure. \n\n1 HOW sweet on thy bosom to rest, \n\nWhen nature\'s affliction is near ! \nThe soul that can trust thee is blest ; \nThy smiles bring me freedom from fear. \n\n2 The Lord has in kindness declared \n\nThat those who will trust in his name \nShall in the sharp conflict be spared, \nHis mercy and love to proclaim. \n\n3 This promise shall be to my soul \n\nA messenger sent from the skies, \nAn anchor when billows shall roll, \nA refuge when tempests arise. \n\n4 O Saviour, the promise fulfil ; \n\nIts comfort impart to my mind ; \nThen calmly I\'ll bow to thy will, \nTo the cup of affliction resigned. \n\n314 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n599. 8s. Bath Col. \n\nOur Salvation in Trouble. \n\n1 O THOU whose compassionate care \n\nForbids my sad heart to complain, \nNow graciously teach me to bear \nThe weight of affliction and pain. \n\n2 Though cheerless my days seem to flow, \n\nThough weary and wakeful my nights, \nWhat comfort it gives me to know \n\'Tis the hand of a Father that smites ! \n\n3 A tender physician thou art, \n\nWho woundest in order to heal, \nAnd comfort divine dost impart \nTo soften the anguish we feel. \n\n4 O, let this correction be blest, \n\nAnd answer thy gracious design ; \nThen grant that my soul may find rest \nIn comforts so healing as thine. \n\n\n\n60\xc2\xa9. S. M. Sac. Songs. \n\nAffliction blessed. \n\n1 HOW tender is thy hand, \n\nO thou most gracious Lord ! \nAfflictions come at thy command, \nAnd leave us at thy word. \n\n2 How gentle was the rod \n\nThat chastened us for sin ! \nHow soon we found a smiling God \nWhere deep distress had been ! \n\n3 A Father\'s hand we felt, \n\nA Father\'s heart we knew ; \n\'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, \nAnd found his word was true. \n\n4 Now we will bless the Lord, \n\nAnd in his strength confide ; \nForever be his name adored, \nFor there is none beside. \n315 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n601. L. M. Watts. \n\nTrusting in God for Protection. \n\n1 MY spirit looks to God alone ; \nMy rock and refuge is his throne ; \nIn all my fears, in all my straits, \nMy soul for his salvation waits. \n\n2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways ; \nPour out your hearts before his face ; \nWhen helpers fail and foes invade, \nGod is our all-sufficient aid. \n\n60S. C. M. Newton. \n\nDivine Favor. \n\n1 HOW happy tliey who know the Lord, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWith whom he deigns to dwell ! \nHe cheers and guides them tw his word ; \nHis arm supports them well. \n\n2 His presence sweetens all their cares, \n\nAnd makes their burdens light ; \nA word from him dispels then* fears, \nAnd gilds the gloom of night. \n\n603. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDivine Guidance. \n\n1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls \n\nAdmire thy matchless grace \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell, \nWith such a sinful race. \n\n2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace \n\nThe desert with delight : \nThrough all the gloom, one smile of thine \nCan dissipate the night. \n\n3 Nor shall I through eternal days \n\nA restless pilgrim roam ; \nThy hand, that now directs my course, \nWill soon convey me home. \n\n4 With joy my spirit will consent \n\nTo drop its mortal load, \nAnd hail the messenger of death, \nThat bids it rise to God. \n316 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa9\xc2\xa94. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod resorted to in Trouble. \n\n1 THE Lord of glory is my light, \n\nAnd my salvation too ; \nGod is my strength, nor will I fear \nWhat all my foes can do. \n\n2 One blessing, Lord, my heart desires ; \n\nO, grant me mine abode \nAmong the churches of thy saints, \nThe temples of my God. \n\n3 There shall I offer my requests, \n\nAnd see thy glory still ; \nShall hear thy messages of love, \nAnd learn thy holy will. \n\n4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, \n\nThere may his children hide ; \nGod has a strong pavilion, where \nHe makes my soul abide. \n\n5 Now shall my head be lifted high \n\nAbove my foes around, \nAnd songs of joy and victory \nWithin thy temple sound. \n\n605. L. M. Norton. \n\nTrust and Submission. \n\n1 MY God, I thank thee : may no thought \n\nE\'er deem a Father\'s hand severe ; \nBut may this heart, by sorrow taught, \nCalm each wild wish, each idle fear. \n\n2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ; \n\nThe sun shines bright, and man is gay ; \nThine equal mercy spreads the gloom \nThat darkens o\'er his little day. \n\n3 Full many a throb of grief and pain \n\nThy frail and erring child must know ; \nBut not one prayer is breathed in vain, \nNor does one tear unheeded flow. \n\n4 Thy various messengers employ ; \n\nThy purposes of love fulfil ; \nAnd, \'mid the wreck of human joy, \nLet humble faith adore thy will. \n\n317 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n606. 8s, 7s & 4. Oliver. \n\nGod the Pilgrim\'s Guide and Strength. \n\n1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, \n\nPilgrim through this barren land : \n1 am weak, but thou art mighty ; \nHold me with thy powerful hand : \n\nBread of heaven, \nFeed me till I want no more. \n\n2 Open now the crystal fountain, \n\nWhence the healing streams do flow ; \nLet the fiery, cloudy pillar \n\nLead me all my journey through : \n\nStrong Deliverer, \nBe thou still my strength and shield. \n\n3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, \n\nBid my anxious fears subside ; \nBear me through the swelling current ; \nLand me safe on Canaan\'s side : \n\nSongs of praises \nI will ever give to thee. \n\n607. S. M. Watts, \n\nBlessedness of the Righteous. \n\n1 THE man is ever blest \n\nWho shuns the sinner\'s ways, \nAmong their councils never stands, \nNor takes the scorner\'s place, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 But makes the law of God \n\nHis study and delight, \nAmidst the labors of the day, \nAnd watches of the night \n\n3 He, like a tree, shall thrive, \n\nWith waters near the root ; \nFresh as the leaf his name shall live ; \nHis works are heavenly fruit. \n\n4 Not so th\' ungodly race ; \n\nThey no such blessings find : \nTheir hopes shall flee like empty chaff \nBefore the driving wind. \n\n318 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n608. C. M. Campbell\'s Col. \nThey shall walk and not faint. \n\n1 SUPREME in wisdom, as in power, \n\nThe Rock of Ages stands, \nThough him thou canst not see, nor trace \nThe workings of his hands. \n\n2 He gives the conquest to the weak, \n\nSupports the sinking heart, \n\nAnd courage, in the evil hour, \n\nHis heavenly aids impart. \n\n3 Mere human power shall fast decay, \n\nAnd youthful vigor cease ; \nBut they who wait upon the Lord \nIn strength shall still increase. \n\n4 They with unwearied feet shall tread \n\nThe path of life divine, \nWith growing ardor onward move, \nWith growing brightness shine. \n\n5 On eagles\' wings they mount, they soar ; \n\nTheir wings are faith and love ; \nTill, past the cloudy regions here, \nThey rise to heaven above. \n\n609. L. M. Watts. \nThe Righteous and the Wicked. \n\n1 HOW blest the man whose cautious feet \n\nAvoid the way that sinners go, \nWho hates the place where atheists meet, \nAnd fears to talk as scoffers do. \n\n2 He loves t\' employ his morning light \n\nAmong the statutes of the Lord, \nAnd spends the wakeful hours of night \nWith pleasure pondering o\'er the word. \n\n3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, \n\nShall flourish in immortal green ; \nAnd heaven will shine, with kindest beams, \nOn every work his hands begin. \n\n4 But sinners find their counsels crossed \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\nAs chaff before the tempest flies, \nSo shall their hopes be blown and lost, \nWhen the last trumpet shakes the skies. \n\n319 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa910. 8s & 7s. Robinson. \n\nMercies gratefully acknoioledged. \n\n1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, \n\nTune my heart to sing thy grace ; \nStreams of mercy, never ceasing, \nCall for songs of loudest praise. \n\n2 Teach me some melodious measure, \n\nSung by raptured saints above ; \nFill my soul with sacred pleasure, \nWhile I sing redeeming love. \n\n3 By thy hand sustained, defended, \n\nSafe through life, thus far, I\'ve come ; \nSafely, Lord, when life is ended, \nBring me to my heavenly home. \n\n4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, \n\nWandering from the fold of God ; \nHe, to save my soul from danger, \nInterposed his precious blood. \n\n5 O, to grace how great a debtor \n\nDaily I\'m constrained to be ! \nLet thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, \nBind my wandering heart to thee. \n\n6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; \n\nProne to leave the God I love ; \nHere\'s my heart ; O, take and seal it ; \nSeal it from thy courts above, \n\n611. C. M. Beddome. \n\nFear not. \n\n1 YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears ; \n\nBe mercy all your theme ; \nFor mercy like a river flows, \nIn one perpetual stream. \n\n2 " Fear not " the powers of earth and hell ; \n\nGod will those powers restrain ; \nHis arm will all their rage repel, \nAnd make their efforts vain. \n\n3 " Fear not " the want of outward good ; \n\nFor his he will provide, \nGrant them supplies of daily food, \nAnd give them heaven beside. \n320 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACT d AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 " Fear not " that he will e\'er forsake, \n\nOr leave his work undone ; \nHe\'s faithful to his promises, \nAnd faithful to his Son. \n\n5 " Fear not " the terrors of the grave, \n\nNor death\'s relentless sting ; \nHe will from endless wrath preserve, \nTo endless glory bring. \n\n\xc2\xa9IS. C. M. Watts, \n\nPleading with God. \n\n1 BEHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord, \n\nDevoted to thy fear ; \nRemember and confirm thy word, \nFor all my hopes are there. \n\n2 Hast thou not sent salvation down, \n\nAnd promised quickening grace ? \nDoth not my heart address thy throne ? \nAnd yet thy love delays. \n\n3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail ; \n\nO, bear thy servant up ; \nNor let the scoffing lips prevail, \nThat dare reproach my hope. \n\n4 Is not my faith thy gift, O Lord ? \n\nThen let thy truth appear : \nSaints shall rejoice in my reward, \nAnd trust as well as fear. \n\n\xc2\xa9IS. S. M. Ens. Col, \n\nArk of Safety. \n\n1 O, CEASE, my wandering soul, \n\nOn restless wing to roam ; \nAll this wide world, to either pole, \nHas not for thee a home. \n\n2 Behold the ark of God ; \n\nBehold the open door ; \nO, haste to gain that dear abode, \nAnd rove, my soul, no more. \n\n3 There safe thou shalt abide, \n\nThere sweet shall be thy rest, \nAnd every longing satisfied, \nWith full salvation blest \n14* 321 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n614. L. M. Steele. \nBreathing after God. \n\n1 WHERE is my God ? does he retire \n\nBeyond the reach of humble sighs ? \nAre these weak breathings of desire \nToo languid to ascend the skies ? \n\n2 He hears the breathings of desire ; \n\nThe weak petition, if sincere, \nIs not forbidden to aspire, \n\nAnd hope to reach his gracious ear. \n\n3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye ; \n\nSee where the great Redeemer stands, \nThe glorious Advocate on high, \n\nWith precious incense in his hands. \n\n4 He sweetens every humble groan ; \n\nHe recommends each broken prayer ; \nRecline thy hope on him alone, \n\nWhose power and love forbid despair. \n\n615. C. M. Watts. \nDelight in God and his Word. \n\n1 THOU art my portion, O my God ; \n\nSoon as I know thy way, \nMy heart makes haste t\' obey thy word r \nAnd suffers no delay. \n\n2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, \n\nAnd glory in my choice ; \n\nNot all the riches of the earth \n\nCould make me so rejoice. \n\n3 Thy precepts and thy heavenly grace \n\nI set before my eyes ; \nThence I derive my daily strength, \nAnd there my comfort lies. \n\n4 If once I wander from thy path, \n\nI think upon my ways, \nThen turn my feet to thy commands, \nAnd trust thy pardoning grace. \n\n322 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5 Now I am thine, forever thine ; \nO, save thy servant, Lord ; \nThou art my shield, my hiding-place ; \nMy hope is in thy word. \n\n616. C. M. Watts. \nDivine Help. \n\n1 FOREVER blessed be the Lord, \n\nMy Saviour and my shield ; \nHe sends his Spirit with his word, \nTo arm me for the field. \n\n2 When sin and hell their force unite, \n\nHe makes my soul his care, \nInstructs me to the heavenly fight, \nAnd guards me through the war. \n\n3 A Friend and Helper so divine \n\nDoth my weak courage raise ; \nHe makes the glorious victory mine, \nAnd his shall be the praise. \n\n617. C. M. Steele. \nComfort in God. \n\n1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, \n\nOn thee, when sorrows rise, \nOn thee, when waves of trouble roll, \nMy fainting hope relies. \n\n2 To thee 1 tell each rising grief, \n\nFor thou alone canst heal ; \nThy word can bring a sweet relief \nFor every pain I feel. \n\n3 But, O, when gloomy doubts prevail, \n\nI fear to call thee mine ; \nThe springs of comfort seem to fail, \nAnd all my hopes decline. \n\n4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee ? \n\nThou art my only trust ; \nAnd still my soul would cleave to thee, \nThough prostrate in the dust. \n\n323 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n618. L. M. Watts. \nHeavenly Aspirations. \n\n1 UP to the fields where angels lie, \n\nAnd living waters gently roll, \nFain would my thoughts ascend on high ; \nBut sin hangs heavy on my soul. \n\n2 O, might 1 once mount up and see \n\nThe glories of th\' eternal skies, \nHow vain a tiling this world would be ! \nHow empty all its fleeting joys ! \n\n3 Great All in All, eternal King, \n\nLet me but view thy lovely face, \nAnd all my powers shall bow and sing \nThine endless grandeur and thy grace, \n\n619. C. M. Steele. \nThe Mercy- Seat. \n\n1 DEAR Father, to thy mercy-seat \n\nMy soul for shelter flies : \n\'Tis here 1 find a safe retreat \nWhen storms and tempests rise. \n\n2 My cheerful hope can never die, \n\nIf thou, my God, art near ; \nThy grace can raise my comforts high, \nAnd banish every fear. \n\n3 My great Protector and my Lord, \n\nThy constant aid impart ; \nO, let thy kind, thy gracious word \nSustain my trembling heart. \n\n4 O, never let my soul remove \n\nFrom this divine retreat ; \nStill let me trust thy power and love, \nAnd dwell beneath thy feet. \n\n620. C. M. Watts. \nSafety. \n\n1 HOW can I sink with such a prop \nAs my eternal God, \nWho bears the earth\'s huge pillars up, \nAnd spreads the heavens abroad ? \n\n324 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 How can I die while Jesus lives, \n\nWho rose and left the dead ? \nPardon and grace my soul receives \nFrom my exalted Head. \n\n3 All that I am, and all I have, \n\nShall be forever thine ; \nWhate\'er my duty bids me give, \nMy cheerful hands resign. \n\n4 Yet if I might make some reserve, \n\nAnd duty did not call, \nJ love my God with zeal so great, \nThat I should give him all. \n\n\xc2\xa921. C. M. Watts. \n\nProtection and Safety. \n\n1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill, \n\nAnd firm as mountains be, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFirm as a rock, the soul shall rest, \n\nThat leans, O Lord, on thee. \n\n2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well \n\nOld Salem\'s happy ground, \n\nAs those eternal arms of love, \n\nThat every saint surround. \n\n3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, \n\nAnd lead them safely on, \nWithin the gates of Paradise, \nWhere Christ, their Lord, is gone. \n\n\xc2\xa9^^. 7s. Spirit of the Psalms. \n\nSafety in God. \n\n1 THEY who on the Lord rely, \nSafely dwell, though danger \'s nigh ; \nWide his sheltering wings are spread \nO\'er each faithful servant\'s head. \n\n2 Vain temptation\'s wily snare ; \nChristians are Jehovah\'s care ; \nHarmless flies the shaft by day, \nOr in darkness wings its way. \n\n3 When they wake, or when they sleep, \nAngel guards their vigils keep: \nDeath and danger may be near ; \nFaith and love have nought to fear. \n\n325 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n6S3. C. M. Watts. \n\nStrength and Protection from God. \n\n1 WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise ? \n\nAnd where\'s our courage fled ? \nHas restless sin or raging hell \nStruck all our comforts dead ? \n\n2 Have we forgot th\' almighty name \n\nThat formed the earth and sea ? \nAnd can an all-creating arm \nGrow weary or decay ? \n\n3 Almighty strength and boundless grace \n\nIn our Jehovah dwell ; \nHe gives the conquest to the weak, \nAnd dooms their foes to hell. \n\n4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, \n\nAnd youthful vigor cease ; \nBut we, that wait upon the Lord, \nShall feel our strength increase. \n\n624. C. M. Heginbotham. \n\nComfort in Sickness and Death. \n\n1 WHEN sickness shakes the languid frame, \n\nEach phantom pleasure flies ; \nVain hopes of bliss no more obscure \nOur long-deluded eyes. \n\n2 The tottering frame of mortal life \n\nShall crumble into dust ; \nNature shall faint ; but learn, my soul, \nOn nature\'s God to trust. \n\n3 The man whose pious heart is fixed \n\nSecurely on his God, \nIn every frown may comfort find, \nAnd kiss the chastening rod. \n\n4 Nor him shall death itself alarm ; \n\nOn heaven his soul relies ; \nWith joy he views his Maker\'s love, \nAnd with composure dies. \n\n326 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n625. S. M. Watts. \nSecurity and Comfort in God. \n\n1 WHEN, overwhelmed with grief; \n\nMy heart within me dies, \nHelpless, and far from all relief, \nTo heaven I lift mine eyes. \n\n2 O, lead me to the Rock \n\nThat\'s high above my head, \nAnd make the covert of thy wings \nMy shelter and my shade. \n\n3 Within thy presence, Lord, \n\nForever I\'ll abide ; \nThou art the tower of my defence, \nThe refuge where I hide. \n\n4 Thou givest me the lot \n\nOf those that fear thy name ; \nIf endless life be then reward, \n1 shall possess the same. \n\n626. C. M. B. W. Noel, \n\nHope in Trouble, \n\n1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, \n\nAnd mourns the present pain, \n\'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, \nAnd feel that death is gain. \n\n2 \'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, \n\nAnd dread a Father\'s will ; \n\'Tis not that meek submission flies, \nAnd would not suffer still. \n\n3 It is that heaven-born Faith surveys \n\nThe path that leads to light, \nAnd longs her eagle plumes to raise, \nAnd lose herself hi sight. \n\n4 It is that troubled conscience feels \n\nThe pangs of struggling sin, \nAnd sees, though far, the hand that heals, \nAnd ends the strife within. \n\n5 O, let me wing my hallowed flight \n\nFrom earth-born woe and care, \nAnd soar above these clouds of night, \nMy Saviour\'s bliss to share. \n327 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n627. C. M. TOPLADY. \n\nSweetness of Submission. \n\n1 WHEN languor and disease invade \n\nThis trembling house of clay, \n\'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain, \nAnd long to fly away ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Sweet to look inward, and attend \n\nThe whispers of his love ; \nSweet to look upward, to the place \nWhere Jesus pleads above ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Sweet to look back, and see my name \n\nIn life\'s fan- book set down ; \nSweet to look forward, and behold \nEternal joys my own ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, \n\nWhose love can never end ; \nSweet on the promise of his grace \nFor all things to depend ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, \n\nTo trust his firm decrees ; \nSweet to lie passive in his hands, \nAnd know no will but his. \n\n6 If such the sweetness of the stream, \n\nWhat must the fountain be, \nWhere saints and angels draw their bliss \nDirectly, Lord, from thee ! \n\n628. C. M. Cotton. \n\nSafety in God. \n\n1 WHY, O my soul, O, why depressed, \n\nAnd whence thine anxious fears ? \nLet former favors fix thy trust, \nAnd check thy rising tears. \n\n2 Affliction is a stormy deep, \n\nWhere wave succeeds to wave ; \nThough o\'er my head the billows roll, \nI know the Lord can save. \n\n3 On him 1 trust and build my hope, \n\nNor murmur at his rod : \nIn vain the waves of trouble roll, \nWhile he is still my God. \n\n328 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n629. C. M. Watts \n\nConverse with Heaven. \n\n1 MY thoughts surmount these lower skies, \n\nAnd look within the veil : \nThere springs of endless pleasure rise ; \nThe waters never fail. \n\n2 There I behold, with sweet delight, \n\nThe blessed Three in One ; \nArid strong affections fix my sight \nOn God\'s incarnate Son. \n\n3 His promise stands forever firm ; \n\nHis grace shall ne\'er depart : \nHe binds my name upon his arm, \nAnd seals it on his heart. \n\n4 Light are the pains that nature brings ; \n\nHow short our sorrows are, \nWhen with eternal future things \nThe present we compare ! \n\n5 I would not be a stranger still \n\nTo that celestial place, \nWhere I forever hope to dwell \nNear my Redeemer\'s face. \n\n\xc2\xa930. L. M. Watts. \n\nHoly Aspirations. \n\n1 MY God, permit me not to be \nA stranger to myself and thee ; \nAmidst a thousand thoughts I rove, \nForgetful of my highest love. \n\n2 Why should my passions mix with earth, \nAnd thus debase my heavenly birth ? \nWhy should I cleave to things below, \nAnd let my God, my Saviour, go ? \n\n3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; \n\nOne sovereign word can draw me thence ; \nI would obey the voice divine, \nAnd all inferior joys resign. \n\n4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; \nLet noise and vanity be gone : \n\nIn secret silence of the mind \nMy heaven, and there my God, 1 find. \n14* 329 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n631. C. M. Anon. \n\nTrust amid the Severities of God. \n\n1 THOU Power supreme, whose mighty scheme \n\nThese woes of mine fulfil, \nHere, firm, I rest ; they must be best, \nBecause they are thy will. \n\n2 Then all I want, \xe2\x80\x94 O do thou grant \n\nThis one request of mine, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSince to enjoy thou dost deny, \nAssist me to resign. \n\n633* C. M. Montgomery. \n\nPrayer. \n\n1 PRAYER is the soul\'s sincere desire, \n\nUnuttered or expressed, \nThe motion of a hidden fire, \nThat trembles in the breast. \n\n2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, \n\nThe falling of a tear, \nThe upward glancing of an eye, \nWhen none but God is near. \n\n3 Praj r er is the simplest form of speech \n\nThat infant lips can try ; \nPrayer, the sublimest strains that reach \nThe majesty on high. \n\n4 Prayer is the Christian\'s vital breath, \n\nThe Christian\'s native air, \nHis watchword at the gates of death ; \nHe enters heaven with prayer. \n\n633. C. M. Montgomery \n\nPrayer. \n\n1 PRAYER is the contrite sinner\'s voice, \n\nReturning from his ways, \nWhile angels in their songs rejoice, \nAnd cry, " Behold, he prays." \n\n2 The saints in prayer appear as one \n\nIn word, and deed, and mind, \nWhile with the Father and the Son \nSweet fellowship they find. \n\n330 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Nor prayer is made on earth alone ; \n\nThe Holy Spirit pleads, \nAnd Jesus, on th\' eternal tin-one, \nFor sinners intercedes. \n\n4 O Thou, by whom we come to God, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe life, the truth, the way, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe path of prayer thyself hast trod ; \nLord, teach us how to pray. \n\n634. C. M. Beddome. \n\nPrayer. \n\n1 PRAYER is the breath of God in man, \n\nReturning whence it came ; \nLove is the sacred fire within, \nAnd prayer the rising flame. \n\n2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, \n\nAnd soothes the troubled breast ; \nYields comfort to the mourners here, \nAnd to the weary rest. \n\n3 When God inclines the heart to pray, \n\nHe hath an ear to hear ; \nTo him there\'s music in a groan, \nAnd beauty in a tear. \n\n4 The humble suppliant cannot fail \n\nTo have his wants supplied, \n\nSince He for sinners intercedes \n\nWho once for sinners died. \n\n630. lis & 10s. Spir. Songs. \n\nInvitation to the Mercy- Seat. \n\n1 COME, ye disconsolate, where\'er ye languish : \n\nCome to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; \nHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; \nEarth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. \n\n2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, \n\nHope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, \nHere speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying. \nEarth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. \n\n3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing \n\nForth from the throne of God, pure from above ; \nCome to the feast of love ; come, ever knowing \nEarth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. \n331 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa93\xc2\xae. L. M. Stowell. \n\nThe Mercy- Seat. \n\n1 FROM every stormy wind that blows, \nFrom every swelling tide of woes, \nThere is a calm, a sure retreat ; \n\n\'Tis found before the mercy-seat \n\n2 There is a place where Jesus sheds \nThe oil of gladness on our heads \xe2\x80\x94 \nA place of all on earth most sweet ; \nIt is the blood-bought mercy-seat \n\n3 There is a scene where spirits blend, \nWhere friend holds fellowship with friend ; \nThough sundered far, by faith they meet \nAround one common mercy-seat \n\n4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, \nAnd sin and sense molest no more ; \n\nAnd heaven comes down our souls to greet, \nAnd glory crowns the mercy-seat \n\n\n\n637. C. M. Mrs. Brown. \n\nSecret Prayer at Twilight. \n\n1 1 LOVE to steal awhile away \n\nFrom every cumbering care, \nAnd spend the hours of setting day \nIn humble, grateful prayer. \n\n2 I love in solitude to shed \n\nThe penitential tear, \nAnd all his promises to plead \nWhere none but God can hear. \n\n3 I love to think on mercies past, \n\nAnd future good implore, \nAnd all my cares and sorrows cast \nOn him whom 1 adore. \n\n4 I love by faith to take a view \n\nOf brighter scenes in heaven ; \nThe prospect doth my strength renew, \nWhile here by tempests driven. \n332 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5 Thus, when life\'s toilsome day is o\'er, \nMay its departing ray \nBe calm as this impressive hour, \nAnd lead to endless day. \n\n\xc2\xa938. 7s & 6s. Edin. Lit. Rev \n\nPray without ceasing. \n\n1 GO when the morning shineth, \n\nGo when the noon is bright, \nGo when the eve declineth, \n\nGo in the hush of night ; \nGo with pure mind and feeling, \n\nFling earthly thought away, \nAnd, in thy closet kneeling, \n\nDo thou in secret pray. \n\n2 Remember all who love thee, \n\nAll who are loved by thee ; \nPray, too, for those who hate thee, \n\nIf any such there be ; \nThen for thyself, in meekness, \n\nA blessing humbly claim, \nAnd blend with each petition \n\nThy great Redeemer\'s name. \n\n3 Or, if \'tis e\'er denied thee \n\nIn solitude to pray, \nShould holy thoughts come o\'er thee \n\nWhen friends are round thy way, \nE\'en then the silent breathing, \n\nThy spirit raised above, \nWill reach his throne of glory, \n\nWhere dwells eternal love. \n\n4 O, not a joy or blessing \n\nWith this can we compare \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe grace our Father gave us \n\nTo pour our souls in prayer : \nWhene\'er thou pin\'st in sadness, \n\nBefore his footstool fall ; \nRemember, in thy gladness, \n\nHis love who gave thee all. \n\n333 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n639. S. M. Sac. Lyrics. \n\nMorning Prayer Meeting. \n\n1 HOW sweet the melting lay, \n\nWhich breaks upon the ear, \n\nWhen, at the hour of rising day, \n\nChristians unite in prayer ! \n\n2 The breezes waft their cries \n\nUp to Jehovah\'s throne ; \nHe listens to their humble sighs, \nAnd sends his blessings down. \n\n3 So Jesus rose to pray \n\nBefore the morning light, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOnce on the chilling mount did stay, \nAnd wrestle all the night \n\n4 Glory to God on high, \n\nWho sends his blessings down \nTo rescue souls condemned to die, \nAnd make his people one. \n\n640. C. M. Anon. \nSecret Prayer. \n\n1 SWEET is the prayer whose holy stream \n\nIn earnest pleading flows ; \nDevotion dwells upon the theme, \nAnd warm and warmer glows. \n\n2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires ; \n\nHope points the upward gaze ; \nAnd Love, celestial Love, inspires \nThe eloquence of praise. \n\n3 But sweeter far the still small voice, \n\nUnheard by human ear, \nWhen God has made the heart rejoice, \nAnd dried the bitter tear. \n\n4 No accents flow, no words ascend ; \n\nAll utterance faileth there ; \nBut sainted spirits comprehend, \nAnd God accepts the prayer. \n\n334 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n641. C. M. Rippon\'s Col. \n\nSecret Devotion. \n\n1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye \n\nSees through the darkest night; \nIn deep retirement thou art nigh, \nWith heart-discerning sight. \n\n2 May that observing eye survey \n\nMy faithful homage paid, \nWith every morning\'s dawning ray, \nAnd every evening\'s shade. \n\n3 O, let thy own celestial fire \n\nThe incense still inflame, \nWhile fervent vows to thee aspire, \nThrough my Redeemer\'s name. \n\n4 So shall the visits of thy love \n\nMy soul in secret bless ; \nSo wilt thou deign, in worlds above, \nThy suppliant to confess. \n\n642* S. M. Newton. \n\nBlessings sought in Prayer. \n\n1 BEHOLD the throne of grace! \n\nThe promise calls me near; \nThere Jesus shows a smiling face, \nAnd waits to answer prayer. \n\n2 Thine image, Lord, bestow, \n\nThy presence and thy love ; \n\nI ask to serve thee here below, \n\nAnd reign with thee above. \n\n3 Teach me to live by faith ; \n\nConform my will to thine ; \nLet me victorious be in death, \nAnd then in glory shine. \n\n4 If thou these blessings give, \n\nAnd wilt my portion be, \nAll worldly joys I\'ll cheerful leave, \nAnd find my heaven in thee. \n335 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n643. C. M. COBBIN. \n\nA Throne of Grace, \n\n1 A THRONE of grace ! then let us go \n\nAnd offer up our prayer ; \nA gracious God will mercy show \nTo all that worship there. \n\n2 A throne of grace ! O, at that throne \n\nOur knees have often bent, \nAnd God has showered his blessings down \nAs often as we went. \n\n3 A throne of grace ! rejoice, ye saints ; \n\nThat throne is open still ; \nTo God unbosom your complaints, \nAnd then inquire his will. \n\n4 A throne of grace we yet shall need \n\nLong as we draw our breath, \nA Saviour, too, to intercede, \nTill we are changed by death. \n\n5 The throne of glory then shall glow \n\nWith beams from Jesus\' face, \nAnd we no longer want shall know, \nNor need a throne of grace. \n\n\n\n\xc2\xa944. C. H. M. Anon. \n\nCome, let us pray. \n\n1 COME, let us pray : \'tis sweet to feel \n\nThat God himself is near ; \nThat, while we at his footstool kneel, \n\nHis mercy deigns to hear : \nThough sorrows cloud life\'s dreary way, \nThis is our solace \xe2\x80\x94 let us pray. \n\n2 Come, let us pray : the burning brow, \n\nThe heart oppressed with care, \nAnd all the woes that throng us now, \n\nWill be relieved by prayer : \nJesus will smile our griefs away ; \nO, glorious thought ! \xe2\x80\x94 come, let us pray. \n336 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Come, let us pray : the sin-sick soul \n\nHer weight of guilt must feel ; \nBut, hark ! the glorious tidings roll. \n\nWhilst here we humbly kneel ; \nJesus will wash that guilt away, \nAnd pardon grant ; then let us pray. \n\n4 Come, let us pray : the mercy-seat \n\nInvites the fervent prayer, \nAnd Jesus ready stands to greet \n\nThe contrite spirit there : \nO, loiter not, nor longer stay \nFrom him who loves us ; let us pray. \n\n64\xc2\xa3\xc2\xbb. S. M. Medley. \n\nThe Answerer of Prayer. \n\n1 COME, praying souls, rejoice, \n\nAnd bless your Father\'s name ; \nWith joy to him lift up your voice, \nAnd all his love proclaim. \n\n2 Your mournful cry he hears ; \n\nHe marks your feeblest groan, \nSupplies your wants, dispels your fears, \nAnd makes his mercy known. \n\n3 To all his praying saints \n\nHe ever will attend, \nAnd to their sorrows and complaints \nHis ear in mercy bend. \n\n4 Then blessed be the Lord, \n\nWho has not turned away \nHis mercy, nor his precious word, \nFrom those who love to pray. \n\n5 No ; still he bows his ear \n\nIn gentle pity down ; \nFor praying breath he loves to hear, \nAnd praying souls he\'ll crown. \n\n6 Then let us still go on \n\nIn his appointed ways, \nRejoicing in his name alone, \nIn prayer and humble praise. \n15 337 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n646. C. M. vv^tts. \n\nSeeking God. \n\n1 O THAT I knew the secret place \n\nWhere I might find my God ! \nI\'d spread my wants before his face, \nAnd pour my woes abroad. \n\n2 I\'d tell him how my sins arise ; \n\nWhat soitows I sustain ; \nHow grace decays, and comfort dies, \nAnd leaves my heart in pain. \n\n3 He knows what arguments I\'d take \n\nTo wrestle with my God ; \nI\'d plead for his own mercy\'s sake, \nAnd for my Saviour\'s blood. \n\n4 My God will pity my complaints, \n\nAnd heal my broken bones ; \nHe takes the meaning of his saints. \nThe language of their groans. \n\n5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress. \n\nAnd banish every fear ; \nHe calls thee to his throne of grace, \nTo spread thy sorrows there. \n\n647. C. M. Urwick\'s Col. \nPrayer for Grace in Trial. \n\n1 FATHER of all our mercies, thou \n\nIn whom we move and live, \nHear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now, \nAnd answer, and forgive. \n\n2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes, \n\nOur helplessness we feel, \n\nO, give the weary soul repose, \n\nThe wounded spirit heal. \n\n3 When dire temptations gather round, \n\nAnd threaten or allure, \nBy storm or calm, in thee be found \nA refuge strong and sure. \n\n4 When age advances, may we grow \n\nIn faith, in hope, and love, \nAnd walk in holiness below \nTo holiness above. \n\n338 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES, \n\n5 Let earthly joys and cares depart ; \nLet pain and sorrow cease ; \nBe thou the portion of our heart ; \nIn thee may we have peace. \n\n648. S. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nPrayer for divine Help. \n\n1 MY God, my prayer attend ; \n\nO, bow thine ear to me, \nWithout a hope, without a friend, \nWithout a help, but thee. \n\n2 O, guard my soul around, \n\nWhich loves and trusts thy grace; \nNor let the powers of hell confound \nThe hopes on thee 1 place. \n\n3 Thy mercy I entreat ; \n\nLet mercy hear my cries, \nWhile, humbly waiting at thy seat, \nMy daily prayers arise. \n\n4 O, bid my heart rejoice, \n\nAnd every fear control, \nSince at thy throne, with suppliant voice. \nTo thee I lift my soul. \n\n649. C. M. Cappe\'s Col. \nPrayer for Guidance. \n\n1 ETERNAL Source of life and light, \n\nSupremely good and wise, \nTo thee we bring our grateful vows, \nTo thee lift up our eyes. \n\n2 Our dark and erring minds illume \n\nWith truth\'s celestial rays; \nInspire our hearts with sacred love, \nAnd tune our lips to praise. \n\n3 Conduct us safely, by thy grace, \n\nThrough life\'s perplexing road, \nAnd place us, when that journey \'s o\'er, \nAt thy right hand, O God. \n\n339 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n650. S. M. Montgomery. \nLord\'s Prayer. \n\n1 OUR heavenly Father, hear \n\nThe prayer we offer now ; \nThy name be hallowed far and near, \nTo thee all nations bow. \n\n2 Thy kingdom come ; thy will \n\nOn earth be done in love, \nAs saints and seraphim fulfil \nThy perfect law above. \n\n3 Our daily bread supply \n\nWhile by thy word we live ; \nThe guilt of our iniquity \nForgive, as we forgive. \n\n4 From dark temptation\'s power, \n\nFrom Satan\'s wiles, defend ; \nDeliver in the evil hour, \nAnd guide us to the end. \n\n5 Thine shall forever be \n\nGlory and power divine ; \nThe sceptre, throne, and majesty, \nOf heaven and earth are thine. \n\n6 Thus humbly taught to pray \n\nBy thy beloved Son, \n*f hrough him we come to thee, and say, \n"All for his sake be done." \n\n651. 8s & 7s. Top LADY. \nPrayer for Light. \n\n1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling \n\nBorders on the shades of death, \nCome, and, by thyself revealing, \nDissipate the clouds beneath. \n\n2 Thou, new heaven and earth\'s Creator, \n\nIn our deepest darkness rise, \n\nScattering all the night of nature, \n\nPouring day upon our eyes. \n\n340 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Still we wait for thy appearing ; \n\nLife and joy thy beams impart, \nChasing all our fears, and cheering \nEveiy poor, benighted heart \n\n4 Come, extend thy wonted favor \n\nTo our ruined, guilty race ; \nCome, thou blest, exalted Saviour, \nCome, apply thy saving grace. \n\n5 By thine all-atoning merit \n\nEvery burdened soul release ; \nBy the teachings of thy Spirit \nGuide us into perfect peace. \n\n\xc2\xa953. 7s. Grant. \n\nPrayer in the Name of Jesus. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee \nLow we bow th\' adoring knee, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen, repentant, to the skies \nScarce we lift our streaming eyes, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO, by all thy pain and woe \nSuffered once for man below, \nBending from thy throne on high, \nHear us when to thee we cry. \n\n2 By thine hour of dark despair ; \nBy thine agony of prayer ; \n\nBy the cross, the nail, the thorn, \nPiercing spear, and torturing scorn ; \nBy the gloom that veiled the skies \nO\'er the dreadful sacrifice, \xe2\x80\x94 \nJesus, look with pitying eye ; \nListen to our humble cry. \n\n3 By the deep, expiring groan ; \nBy the sad, sepulchral stone ; \nBy the vault whose dark abode \nHeld in vain the rising God, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO, from earth to heaven restored, \nMighty, re-ascended Lord, \nSaviour, Prince, exalted high, \nHear us when to thee we cry. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n653. 8s & 7s. C. Wesley. \nDesiring Sanctification. \n\n1 LOVE divine, all love excelling, \n\nJoy of heaven, to earth come down ; \nFix in us thy humble dwelling ; \n\nAll thy faithful mercies crown : \nJesus, thou art all compassion ; \n\nPure, unbounded love thou art ; \nVisit us with thy salvation ; \n\nEnter every trembling heart \n\n2 Breathe, O, breathe thy Holy Spirit \n\nInto every troubled breast ; \nLet us all thy grace inherit ; \n\nLet us find thy promised rest : \nTake away the love of sinning ; \n\nTake our load of guilt away ; \nEnd the work of thy beginning ; \n\nBring us to eternal day. \n\n3 Carry on thy new creation ; \n\nPure and holy may we be ; \nLet us see our whole salvation \n\nPerfectly secured by thee ; \nChange from glory into glory, \n\nTill in heaven we take our place, \nTill we cast our crowns before thee, \n\nLost in wonder, love, and praise. \n\n654. C. M. Raffles. \n\nA submissive and docile Spirit. \n\n1 THOU boundless Source of every good, \n\nOur best desires fulfil ; \nWe would adore thy wondrous grace, \nAnd mark thy sovereign will. \n\n2 In all thy mercies may our souls \n\nThy bounteous goodness see ; \nNor let the gifts thy hand imparts \nEstrange our hearts from thee. \n342 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Teach us, in time of deep distress, \n\nTo own thy hand, O God, \nAnd in submissive silence learn \nThe lessons of thy rod. \n\n4 In every changing scene of life, \n\nWhate\'er that scene may be, \nGive us a meek and humble mind, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA mind at peace with thee. \n\n5 Do thou direct our steps aright ; \n\nHelp us thy name to fear ; \nAnd give us grace to watch and pray, \nAnd strength to persevere. \n\n6 Then may we close our eyes in death, \n\nWithout a fear or care ; \nFor death is life, and labor rest, \nIf thou art with us there. \n\n053. S. M. Watts \n\nReliance on God. \n\n1 MY God, permit my tongue \n\nThis joy \xe2\x80\x94 to call thee mine ; \nAnd let my early cries prevail \nTo taste thy love divine. \n\n2 For life, without thy love, \n\nNo relish can afford ; \nNo joy can be compared with this, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo serve and please the Lord. \n\n3 In wakeful hours of night, \n\nI call my God to mind ; \n1 think how wise thy counsels are, \nAnd all thy dealings kind. \n\n4 Since thou hast been my help, \n\nTo thee my spirit flies ; \nAnd on thy watchful providence \nMy cheerful hope relies. \n\n5 The shadow of thy wings \n\nMy soul in safety keeps ; \nI follow where my Father leads, \nAnd he supports my steps. \n\n3^3 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n656. C. M. MlLMAN. \n\nHelp, Lord. \n\n1 O, HELP us, Lord ; each hour of need \n\nThy heavenly succor give ; \nHelp us in thought, and word, and deed, \nEach hour on earth we live. \n\n2 O, help us, when our spirits bleed, \n\nWith contrite anguish sore ; \nAnd when our hearts are cold and dead, \nO, help us, Lord, the more. \n\n3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith, \n\nMore firmly to believe ; \nFor still the more the servant hath, \nThe more shall he receive. \n\n4 O, help us, Father, from on high ; \n\nWe know no help but thee ; \nO, help us so to live and die, \nAs thine in heaven to be. \n\n657. C. M. Exeter Col. \nPrayer for Guidance. \n\n1 LORD, through the dubious paths of life \n\nThy feeble servant guide ; \n\nSupported by thy powerful arm, \n\nMy footsteps shall not slide. \n\n2 To thee, O my unerring Guide, \n\nI would myself resign, \nIn all my ways acknowledge thee, \nAnd form my will by thine. \n\n3 Thus shall each blessing of thy hand \n\nBe doubly sweet to me ; \nAnd in new griefs I still shall have \nA refuge, Lord, in thee. \n\n4 Lord, by thy counsel, while I live, \n\nO, guide my wandering feet ; \nAnd, when my course on earth is run, \nConduct me to thy seat. \n344 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\nG&8. C. M. Jddson. \n\nLord\'s Prayer. \n\n1 OUR Father, God, who art in heaven, \n\nAll hallowed be thy name ; \nThy kingdom come ; thy will be done \nIn heaven and earth the same. \n\n2 Give us this day our daily bread ; \n\nAnd as we those forgive \nWho sin against us, so may we \nForgiving grace receive. \n\n3 Into temptation lead us not ; \n\nFrom evil set us free ; \nAnd thine the kingdom, thine the power, \nAnd glory, ever be. \n\n639. 8s & 6. [peculiar.] Anon. \n\n\xc2\xab Thy Will be done." \n\n1 MY God, my Father, while I stray \nFar from my home, on life\'s rough way, \nO, teach me from my heart to say, \n\n" Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, \nLet me be still, and murmur not, \n\nAnd breathe the prayer divinely taught, \n"Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n3 What though in lonely grief 1 sigh \nFor friends beloved no longer nigh ; \nSubmissive still would I reply, \n\n" Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n4 If thou shouldst call me to resign \n\nWhat most I prize, \xe2\x80\x94 it ne\'er was mine, \xe2\x80\x94 \nI only yield thee what is thine ; \n" Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n5 Should pining sickness waste away \nMy life in premature decay, \n\nIn life or death teach me to say, \n" Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n6 Renew my will from day to day, \nBlend it with thine, and take away \nWhate\'er now makes it hard to say, \n\n"Thy will, my God, be done." \n\n15* 345 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n660. C. M. Percy Chapel Col. \n\xc2\xab Thy Will be done." \n\n1 FATHER, I know thy ways are just, \n\nAlthough to me unknown ; \nO, grant me grace thy love to trust, \nAnd cry, " Thy will be done." \n\n2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path, \n\nShould wealth and friends be gone, \nStill, with a firm and lively faith, \nFll cry, " Thy will be done." \n\n3 Although thy steps I cannot trace, \n\nThy sovereign right Fll own ; \nAnd, as instructed by thy grace, \nTil cry, \xc2\xab Thy will be doue." \n\n4 \'Tis sweet thus passively to lie \n\nBefore thy gracious throne, \nConcerning every thing to cry, \n" My Father\'s will be done." \n\n661. C. M. Ch. Psalmody. \nDesires for Holiness. \n\n1 O, COULD I find, from day to day, \n\nA nearness to my God, \nThen would my hours glide sweet away, \nWhile leaning on his word. \n\n2 Lord, I desire with thee to live \n\nAnew from day to day, \nIn joys the world can never give, \nNor ever take away. \n\n3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, \n\nAnd make me wholly thine, \n\nThat I may never more depart, \n\nNor grieve thy love divine. \n\n4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, \n\nThy goodness I\'ll adore ; \nAnd when my frame dissolves in death, \nMy soul shall love thee more. \n\n34G \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n663. S. M. Percy Chapel Col. \n\nChrist our All. \n\n1 MY Saviour, fill my soul \n\nWith holiness and peace ; \nArise with healing in thy wings ; \nBid sin and doubting cease. \n\n2 May things beneath the sky \n\nEngross my heart no more ; \nBe thou my first, my chief delight, \nMy soul\'s unbounded store. \n\n3 In thee all treasures lie ; \n\nFrom thee all blessings flow ; \nThou art the bliss of saints above, \nThe joy of saints below. \n\n4 O, come and make me thine, \n\nA sinner saved by grace : \nThen shall I sing, with loudest strains, \nIn heaven, thy dwelling-place. \n\n\xc2\xa963. C. M. C. Wesley, \n\nPurity of Heart \n\n1 O FOR a heart to praise my God ! \n\nA heart from sin set free ! \nA heart that\'s sprinkled with the blood \nSo freely shed for me ! \n\n2 O for a heart submissive, meek, \n\nMy great Redeemer\'s throne, \nWhere only Christ is heard to speak, \nWhere Jesus reigns alone ! \n\n3 O for an humble, contrite heart, \n\nBelieving, true, and clean, \nWhich neither life nor death can part \nFrom him that dwells within ! \n\n4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart ; \n\nCome quickly from above ; \nO, write thy name upon my heart ; \nThy name, O God, is love. \n\n347 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n664* C. M. Steele. \n\nPrayer for Submission. \n\n1 FATHER, whate\'er of earthly bliss \n\nThy sovereign will denies, \nAccepted at thy throne of grace, \nLet this petition rise : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, \n\nFrom every murmur free ; \nThe blessings of thy grace impart, \nAnd make me live to thee. \n\n3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine \n\nMy life and death attend ; \nThy presence through my journey shine, \nAnd crown my journey\'s end. \n\n665. S. M. Mason. \nBlessedness of the Pure in Heart. \n\n1 BLEST are the pure in heart, \n\nFor they shall see our God ; \nThe secret of the Lord is theirs ; \nTheir soul is his abode. \n\n2 Still to the lowly soul \n\nHe doth himself impart, \nAnd for his temple and his throne \nSelects the pure in heart \n\n666. C. M. Anon. \n\n" Remember me." \n\n1 "REMEMBER me," my Saviour God, \n\nWhilst here on earth 1 stay ; \nGive strength to bear affliction\'s rod, \nAnd faith to watch and pray. \n\n2 " Remember me," when fortune smiles, \n\nAnd scenes are bright and fair, \nLest I should fall, through Satan\'s wiles, \nBeneath his baneful snare. \n\n348 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 " Remember me ; " thy voice Til greet \n\nIn all thy dealings here ; \nO, let thy Spirit guide my feet, \nAnd I shall never fear. \n\n4 " Remember me ; " stand near my side, \n\nWhere\'er my lot may be ; \nAnd when by Jordan\'s swelling tide, \n\nLord, " remember me." \n\n667. C. M. Haweis. \n\n11 Lord, remember me" \n\n1 O THOU from whom all goodness flows, \n\n1 lift my soul to thee ; \n\nIn all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, \n\nLord, remember me. \n\n2 When, with an aching, burdened heart, \n\n1 seek relief of thee, \n\nThy pardon grant, new peace impart ; \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n3 When trials sore obstruct my way, \n\nAnd ills I cannot flee, \nO, let my strength be as my day ; \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n4 If, for thy sake, upon my name \n\nReproach and shame shall be, \nI\'ll hail reproach, and welcome shame : \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n5 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, \n\nThis feeble body see ; \nGrant patience, rest, and kind relief; \n\nLord, remember me. \n\n6 When, in the solemn hour of death, \n\n1 wait thy just decree, \n\nBe this the prayer of my last breath, \xe2\x80\x94 \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n7 And when before thy throne I stand, \n\nAnd lift my soul to thee, \nThen, with the saints at thy right hand, \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n349 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n668. S. M. Anon. \n\nConsecration to God. \n\n1 LORD, help me to resign \n\nMy doubting heart to thee, \nAnd, whether cheerful or distressed, \nThine, thine alone to be. \n\n2 My only aim be this, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThy purpose to fulfil, \nIn thee rejoice with all my strength, \nAnd do thy holy will. \n\n3 Lord, thy all-seeing eye \n\nKeeps watch with sleepless care ; \nThy great compassion never fails ; \nThou hear\'st my humble prayer. \n\n4 So will I firmly trust \n\nThat thou wilt guide me still, \nAnd guard me safe throughout the way \nThat leads to Zion\'s hill. \n\n\n\n669. C. M. Watts. \n\nPious Resolutions, \n\n1 O THAT thy statutes every hour \n\nMight dwell upon my mind ! \nThence I derive a quickening power, \nAnd daily peace I find. \n\n2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, \n\nShall be my sweet employ; \nMy soul shall ne\'er forget thy word ; \nThy word is all my joy. \n\n3 How would I run in thy commands, \n\nIf thou my heart discharge \nFrom sin and Satan\'s hateful chains, \nAnd set my feet at large ! \n\n4 My lips with courage shall declare \n\nThy statutes and thy name ; \nI\'ll speak thy word though kings should hear, \nNor yield to sinful shame. \n350 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n670. S. M. Watts. \nRenouncing Sin. \n\n1 SHALL we go on to sin, \n\nBecause thy grace abounds ? \nOr crucify the Lord again, \nAnd open all his wounds? \n\n2 Forbid it, mighty God ; \n\nNor let it e\'er be said \nThat we, whose sins are crucified, \nShould raise them from the dead. \n\n3 We will be slaves no more, \n\nSince Christ has made us free, \nHas nailed our tyrants to his cross. \nAnd bought our liberty. \n\n671 . C. M. Steele, \nPrayer for quickening Grace. \n\n1 PERMIT me, Lord, to seek thy face, \n\nObedient to thy call \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo seek the presence of thy grace, \nMy strength, my life, my all. \n\n2 All I can wish is thine to give : \n\nMy God, I ask thy love \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat greatest boon 1 can receive, \nThat bliss of heaven above. \n\n3 To heaven my restless heart aspires ; \n\nO for some quickening ray, \nTo animate my faint desires, \nAnd cheer the tiresome way ! \n\n4 While sin and Satan join their art \n\nTo keep me from my Lord, \nO Saviour, guard my trembling heart, \nAnd guide me by thy word. \n\n5 Whene\'er the tempting foe alarms, \n\nOr spreads the fatal snare, \nTil fly to my Redeemer\'s arms ; \nFor safety must be there. \n\n6 My Guardian, my almighty Friend, \n\nOn thee my soul would rest ; \nOn thee alone my hopes depend ; \nIn thee I\'m ever blest \n\n351 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n673. L. M. J. F. Oberlin. \n\nChristian Stability. \n\n1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart, \nAnd fix my frail, inconstant heart ; \nHenceforth my chief desire shall be \nTo dedicate myself to thee. \n\n2 Whate\'er pursuits my time employ, \nOne thought shall fill my soul with joy ; \nThat silent, secret thought shall be, \nThat all my hopes are fixed on thee. \n\n3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; \nThy presence, Lord, fills every place ; \nAnd, where soe\'er my lot may be, \nStill shall my spirit cleave to thee. \n\n4 Renouncing every worldly thing, \nAnd safe beneath thy spreading wing, \nMy sweetest thought henceforth shall be, \nThat ail I want I find in thee. \n\n\xc2\xa973. C. M. Steele. \n\nFilial Submission. \n\n1 AND can my heart aspire so high \n\nTo say, "My Father," God? \nLord, at thy feet I fain would lie, \nAnd learn to kiss the rod. \n\n2 I would submit to all thy will, \n\nFor thou art good and wise ; \nLet each rebellious thought be still, \nNor one faint murmur rise. \n\n3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, \n\nAnd bid me wait serene, \nTill hopes and joys immortal bloom, \nAnd brighten all the scene. \n\n4 " My Father, God," permit my heart \n\nTo plead her humble claim, \nAnd ask the bliss those words impart, \nIn my Redeemer\'s name. \n\n352 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n674* 8s & 7s. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nPrayer for Humility. \n\n1 LET thy grace, Lord, make me lowly, \n\nHumble all my swelling pride : \nFallen, guilty, and unholy, \n\nGreatness from my eyes Fll hide. \n\n2 Til forbid my vain aspiring, \n\nNor at earthly honors aim, \nNo ambitious heights desiring, \nFar above my humble claim. \n\n3 Weaned from earth\'s delusive pleasures, \n\nIn thy love Fll seek for mine ; \nPlaced in heaven my nobler treasures, \nEarth I quietly resign. \n\n4 Thus the transient world despising, \n\nOn the Lord my hopes rely ; \n\nThus my joys, from him arising, \n\nLike himself, shall never die. \n\n675. C. M. Meth. Col, \n\nPrayer for Grace in Trial. \n\n1 SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, \n\nIn this our evil day ; \nTo all thy tempted followers give \nThe heart to trust and pray. \n\n2 Long as our fiery trials last, \n\nLong as the cross we bear, \nO, let our souls on thee be cast, \nIn never-ceasing prayer. \n\n3 Thy Holy Spirit\'s praying grace \n\nGive us in faith to claim, \nTo wrestle till we see thy face, \nAnd know thy hidden name. \n\n4 Till thou the Father\'s love impart, \n\nTill thou thyself bestow, \nBe this the cry of every heart \xe2\x80\x94 \n" I will not let thee go." \n15* 353 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n676. S. M. C. Wesley. \n\nPrayer for Self-Consecration. \n\n1 O GOD, my strength, my hope, \n\nOn thee I cast my care, \nWith humble confidence look up, \nAnd know thou nearest prayer. \n\n2 O for a godly fear, \n\nA quick-discerning eye, \nThat looks to thee when sin is near, \nAnd sees the tempter fly ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 A spirit still prepared, \n\nAnd armed with jealous care, \nForever standing on its guard, \nAnd watching unto prayer ! \n\n4 Lord, let me still abide, \n\nNor from my hope remove, \nTill thou my patient spirit guide \nTo better worlds above. \n\n\n\n677. C. M. Epis. Col. \n\nPrayer for Supplies of Grace, \n\n1 THOU Fount of blessing, God of love, \n\nTo thee our hearts we raise ; \nThine all-sustaining power we prove, \nAnd gladly sing thy praise. \n\n2 Thine, wholly thine, we long to be ; \n\nOur sacrifice receive ; \nMade, and preserved, and saved, by thee, \nTo thee ourselves we give. \n\n3 To thee our every wish aspires ; \n\nFor all thy mercy\'s store, \nThe sole return thy love requires \nIs, that we ask for more. \n\n4 For more we ask ; we open, Lord, \n\nOur hearts t\' embrace thy will : \nRenew us by thy quickening word, \nAnd from thy fulness fill. \n\n354 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n678. 8s, 6 & 4. Hemans, \nImploring Succor. \n\n1 FATHER, who in the olive shade, \n\nWhen the dark hour came on, \nDidst, with a breath of heavenly aid, \nStrengthen thy Son, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 O, by the anguish of that night, \n\nSend us down blest relief; \nOr, to the chastened, let thy might \nHallow this grief \n\n3 And thou, that when the starry sky \n\nSaw the dread strife begun, \n\nDidst teach adoring faith to cry, \n\n"Thy will be done," \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all \n\nThat e\'er have mourned the chief, \nBlest Saviour, if the stroke must fall, \nHallow this grief \n\n679. C. M. Watts. \nSecret Communion with God. \n\n1 \'TWAS in the watches of the night \n\nI thought upon thy power ; \nI kept thy lovely face in sight, \nAmid the darkest hour. \n\n2 While 1 lay resting on my bed, \n\nMy soul arose on high ; \nMy God, my life, my hope, I said, \nBring thy salvation nigh. \n\n3 I strive to mount thy holy hill ; \n\nI walk the heavenly road ; \nThy glories all my spirit fill, \nWhile I commune with God. \n\n4 Thy mercy stretches o\'er my head \n\nThe shadow of thy wing ; \nMy heart rejoices in thine aid, \nAnd I thy praises sing. \n\n355 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa98\xc2\xa9. 6s & 4s. [Peculiar.] Hemaks. \n\nPrayer for Help in Necessity. \n\n1 LOWLY and solemn be \nThy children\'s cry to thee, \n\nFather divine, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA hymn of suppliant breath, \nOwning that life and death \n\nAlike are thine. \n\n2 O Father, in that hour, \nWhen earth all helping power \n\nShall disavow, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen spear, and shield, and crown, \nIn faintness are cast down, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nSustain us, thou ! \n\n3 By Him who bowed to take \nThe death-cup for our sake, \n\nThe thorn, the rod, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFrom whom the last dismay \nWas not to pass away, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nAid us, O God. \n\n4 While trembling o\'er the grave, \nWe call on thee to save, \n\nFather divine : \nHear, hear our suppliant breath; \nKeep us, in life and death, \n\nThine, only thine. \n\n081. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Presence is Light in Darkness, \n\n1 MY God, the spring of all my joys, \n\nThe life of my delights, \nThe glory of my brightest days, \nAnd comfort of my nights ! \n\n2 In darkest shades, if he appear, \n\nMy dawning is begun ; \nHe is my soul\'s bright morning star, \nAnd he my rising sun. \n\n356 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 The opening heavens around me shine \n\nWith beams of sacred bliss, \nWhile Jesus shows his love is mine, \nAnd whispers, I am his. \n\n4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, \n\nAt that transporting word, \nAnd run with joy the shining way, \nTo meet my gracious Lord. \n\n5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, \n\nI break through every foe : \nThe wings of love and arms of faith \nShall bear me conqueror through. \n\n\n\n682. S. M. Watts. \n\nBacksliding and Repentance, \n\n1 MINE eyes and my desire \n\nAre ever to the Lord ; \nI love to plead his promised grace, \nAnd rest upon his word. \n\n2 Turn, turn thee to my soul ; \n\nBring thy salvation near ; \nWhen will thy hand release my feet \nFrom every deadly snare ? \n\n3 When shall the sovereign grace \n\nOf my forgiving God \nRestore me from those dangerous ways \nMy wandering feet have trod ? \n\n4 O, keep my soul from death, \n\nNor put my hope to shame ; \nFor I have placed my only trust \nIn my Redeemer\'s name. \n\n5 With humble faith I wait \n\nTo see thy face again ; \nOf Israel it shall ne\'er be said, \n" He sought the Lord in vain." \n\n357 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n683. S. M. Watts. \n\nIngratitude deplored, \n\n1 IS this the kind return ? \n\nAre these the thanks we owe ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nThus to abuse eternal love, \n\nWhence all our blessings flow ? \n\n2 To what a stubborn frame \n\nHas sin reduced our mind ! \nWhat strange, rebellious wretches we ! \nAnd God as strangely kind ! \n\n3 Turn, turn us, mighty God, \n\nAnd mould our souls afresh ; \nBreak, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, \nAnd give us hearts of flesh. \n\n4 Let past ingratitude \n\nProvoke our weeping eyes ; \nAnd hourly, as new mercies fall, \nLet hourly thanks arise. \n\n684. L. M. Kelly. \nBacksliding and Returning. \n\n1 O, WHERE is now that glowing love \n\nThat marked our union with the Lord ? \nOur hearts were fixed on things above, \nNor could the world a joy afford. \n\n2 Where is the zeal that led us then \n\nTo make our Saviour\'s glory known ? \nThat freed us from the fear of men, \nAnd kept our eye on him alone ? \n\n3 Where are the happy seasons spent \n\nIn fellowship with him we loved ? \nThe sacred joy, the sweet content, \nThe blessedness that then we proved ? \n\n4 Behold, again we turn to thee ; \n\nO, cast us not away, though vile : \nNo peace we have, no joy we see, \nO Lord our God, but in thy smile. \n\n358 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n085. H. M. WINCHELL\'S SEL. \n\nSeeking Restoration. \n\n1 WHERE is my Saviour now, \n\nWhose smiles I once possessed ? \nTill he return, I bow, \n\nB} r heavy grief oppressed : \nMy days of happiness are gone, \nAnd I am left to weep alone. \n\n2 Where can the mourner go, \n\nAnd tell his tale of grief? \nAh, who can soothe his woe, \n\nAnd give him sweet relief? \nEarth cannot heal the wounded breast, \nOr give the troubled sinner rest. \n\n3 Jesus, thy smiles impart ; \n\nMy gracious Lord, return, \nAnd ease my wounded heart, \n\nAnd bid me cease to mourn : \nThen shall this night of sorrow flee, \nAnd peace and heaven be found in thee. \n\n\xc2\xa986. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Road to Life and to Death. \n\n1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, \n\nAnd thousands walk together there ; \nBut wisdom shows a narrow path, \nWith here and there a traveller. \n\n2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross," \n\nIs the Redeemer\'s great command: \nNature must count her gold but dross, \nIf she would gain this heavenly land. \n\n3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, \n\nAnd walks the ways of God no more, \nIs but esteemed almost a saint, \n\nAnd makes his own destruction sure. \n\n4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; \n\nCreate my heart entirely new \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhich hypocrites could ne\'er attain, \nWhich false apostates never knew. \n\n359 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n087. 6s, 8s & 4s. Urwick\'s Col. \n\nThe Warning. \n\n1 THE awful message came ; \n\nThe Lord of spirits said, \n" I know thou hast a living name, \n\nBut thou art dead. \nThy dying gifts revive, \n\nAnd strengthen what remain ; \nRepent, remember, watch, and strive \nTo live again. \n\n2 " But if thou wilt not hear \n\nThis warning of my grace, \nNor bow, with penitential fear, \n\nBefore my face, \nLo ! as a thief I come, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe hour thou canst not tell, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo drive thee from thy peaceful home \nIn flames to dwell. \n\n3 " The undefiled shall see \n\nMy promise fixed and sure ; \nAnd he who conquers walk with me \n\nIn garments pure : \nRecorded by my love, \n\nHis name 1 will declare \nBefore my Father\'s throne above, \nAnd angels there." \n\n688. C. M. Watts. \n\nDifficulty and Dependence. \n\n1 STRAIT is the way, the door is strait, \n\nThat leads to joys on high : \n\'Tis but a few that find the gate, \nWhile crowds mistake and die. \n\n2 Beloved self must be denied, \n\nThe mind and will renewed, \nPassion suppressed, and patience tried. \nAnd vain desires subdued. \n\n3 Lord, can a feeble, helpless worm \n\nFulfil a task so hard ? \nThy grace must all the work perform, \nAnd give the free reward. \n\n360 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa9\xc2\xa79. S. M. Steele. \n\nGrateful Acknowledgment. \n\n1 MY Maker ami my King, \n\nTo thee my all 1 owe; \nThy sovereign bounty is the spring \nWhence all my blessings flow. \n\n2 The creature of thy hand, \n\nOn thee alone 1 live ; \nMy God, thy benefits demand \nMore praise than J can give. \n\n3 Lord, what can I impart, \n\nWhen all is thine before ? \nThy love demands a thankful heart, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe gift, alas ! how poor ! \n\n4 Shall I withhold thy due ? \n\nAnd shall my passions rove ? \nLord, form this wretched heart anew, \nAnd till it with thy love. \n\n5 O, let thy grace inspire \n\nMy soul with strength divine ; \nLet all my powers to thee aspire^ \nAnd all my days be thine. \n\ntl\xc2\xa9@. C. M. Steele* \n\nPardoning Love. \n\n1 HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart \n\nHas wandered from the Lord ! \nHow oft my roving thoughts depart, \nForgetful of his word ! \n\n2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return^" \n\nDear Lord, and may 1 come ? \nMy vile ingratitude 1 mourn ; \nO, take the wanderer home. \n\n3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive, \n\nAnd bid my crimes remove ? \nAnd shall a pardoned rebel live \nTo speak thy wondrous love ? \n\n4 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, \n\nBlest Saviour, 1 adore ; \nO, keep me at thy sacred feet, \nAnd let me rove no more, \nlb* 361 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n691. C. M. COWPER. \n\nWalking with God. \n\n1 O FOR a closer walk with God ! \n\nA calm and heavenly frame! \n\nA light to shine upon the road \n\nThat leads me to the Lamb ! \n\n2 Where is the blessedness I knew \n\nWhen first I saw the Lord? \nWhere is the soul-refreshing view \nOf Jesus and his word? \n\n3 What peaceful hours 1 then enjoyed ! \n\nHow sweet their memory still ! \nBut now 1 find an aching void \nThe world can never fill. \n\n4 Return, O holy Dove, return, \n\nSweet messenger of rest ; \nI hate the sins that made thee mourn, \nAnd drove thee from my breast \n\n5 The dearest idol T have known, \n\nWhate\'er that idol be, \nHelp me to tear it from thy throne, \nAnd worship only thee. \n\n6 So shall my walk be close with God, \n\nCalm and serene my frame ; \nSo purer light shall mark the road \nThat leads me to the Lamb. \n\n692. C. M. Watts. \n\nPrayer for quickening Grace. \n\n1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust; \n\nLord, give me life divine ; \nFrom vain desires, and every lust, \nTurn off these eyes of nrine. \n\n2 1 need the influence of thy grace \n\nTo speed me in thy way, \nLest 1 should loiter in my race, \nOr turn my feet astray. \n\n3C2 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, \n\nAmi thou a faithful God? \nWilt thou not grant me warmer zeal \nTo run the heavenly road ? \n\n4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, \n\nAnd long to see thy face ? \nAnd yet how slow my spirits move \nWithout enlivening grace ! \n\n5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, \n\nAnd ne\'er forget thy word, \nWhen 1 have felt its quickening power \nTo draw me near the Lord. \n\n693. C. M. Addison. \n\nGratitude. \n\n1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, \n\nMy rising soul surveys, \nTransported with the view, I\'m lost \nIn wonder, love, and praise. \n\n2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul \n\nThy tender care bestowed, \nBefore my infant heart conceived \nFrom whom those comforts flowed. \n\n3 When in the slippery paths of youth \n\nWith heedless steps I ran, \nThine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, \nAnd led me up to man. \n\n4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts \n\nMy daily thanks employ ; \nNor is the least a cheerful heart, \nThat tastes those gifts with joy. \n\n5 Through every period of my life, \n\nThy goodness I\'ll pursue; \nAnd after death, in distant worlds, \nThe glorious theme renew. \n\n6 Through all eternity, to thee \n\nA grateful song I\'ll raise: \nBut, O, eternity \'s too short \nTo utter all thy praise. \n\n363 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xc2\xa904. S. M. Watts. \n\nUnion and Peace. \n\n1 BLEST are the sons of peace, \n\nWhose hearts and hopes are one, \nWhose kind designs to serve and please \nThrough all then* actions run. \n\n2 Blest is the pious house \n\nWhere zeal and friendship meet; \nTheir songs of praise, their mingled vows, \nMake their communion sweet. \n\n3 From those celestial springs \n\nSuch streams of pleasure flow, \nAs no increase of riches brings,, \nNor honors can bestow. \n\n4 Thus, when on Aaron\'s head \n\nThey poured the rich perfume, \nThe oil through all his raiment spread, \nAnd fragrance filled the room. \n\n5 Thus, on the heavenly hills, \n\nThe saints are blest above, \nWhere joy, like morning dew, distils, \nAnd all the air is love. \n\n\n\n69\xc2\xa7>. 7s. Montgomery. \n\nJoined to God\'s People. \n\n1 PEOPLE of the living God, \n\n1 have sought the world around, \nPaths of sin and sorrow trod, \n\nPeace and comfort nowhere found. \n\n2 Now to you my spirit turns, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nTurns, a fugitive unblest; \nBrethren, where your altar burns, \nO, receive me into rest. \n\n3 Lonely I no longer roam, \n\nLike the cloud, the wind, the wave ; \nWhere you dwell shall be my home, \nWhere you die shall be my grave. \n\n364 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 Mine the God whom you adore ; \nYour Redeemer shall be mine; \nEarth can fill my soul no more; \nEvery idol I resign. \n\n\n\n696. S. M. Beddomk. \nAll one in Christ. \n\n1 LET party names no more \n\nThe Christian world o\'erspread: \nGentile and Jew, and bond ami free, \nAre one hi Christ, their Head. \n\n2 Among the saints on earth \n\nLet mutual love he found \xe2\x80\x94 \nHeirs of the same inheritance, \nWith mutual blessings crowned. \n\n3 Thus will the church below \n\nResemble that above, \nWhere streams of endless pleasure flow, \nAnd every heart is love. \n\n697. C. M. Swain. \nBrotherly Love. \n\n1 HOW sweet, how heavenly, is the sight, \n\nWhen those that love the Lord \nIn one another\'s peace delight, \nAnd thus fulfil his word ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 When each can feel his brother\'s sigh, \n\nAnd with him bear a part ; \nWhen sorrow flows from eye to eye, \nAnd joy from heart to heart ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, \n\nOur wishes all above, \nEach can his brother\'s failings hide, \nAnd show a brother\'s love ! \n\n4 Love is the golden chain that binds \n\nThe happy souls above; \nAnd he\'s an heir of heaven that finds \nHis bosom glow with love, \n\n365 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n698* L. M. Barbauld. \n\nChristian Affection. \n\n1 HOW blest the sacred tie that binds, \nIn sweet communion, kindred minds ! \nHow swift the heavenly course they run, \nWhose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes, are one ! \n\n2 To each the soul of each how dear ! \nWhat tender love, what holy fear ! \nHow doth the generous flame within \nRefine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! \n\n3 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, \nWhen dimly burns frail nature\'s fire; \nThen shall they meet in realms above, \nA heaven of joy, a heaven of love. \n\n699. C. M. Watts. \n\nChristian Harmony. \n\n1 LO ! what an entertaining sight \n\nThose friendly brethren prove, \nWhose cheerful hearts in bands unite \nOf harmony and love ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Where streams of bliss from Christ, the spring, \n\nDescend to every soul, \nAnd heavenly peace, with balmy wing, \nShades and bedews the whole ! \n\n3 \'Tis pleasant as the morning dews \n\nThat fall on Zion\'s hill, \nWhere God his mildest glory shows, \nAnd makes his grace distil. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 \xc2\xa9\xc2\xa9\xe2\x80\xa2 H. M. Montgomery. \n\nChristian Unity. \n\n1 HOW beautiful the sight \n\nOf brethren who agree \n\nIn friendship to unite, \n\nAnd bonds of charity: \n\nTis like the precious ointment, shed \n\nO\'er till his robes, from Aaron\'s head. \n\n366 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Tis like the dews that fill \n\nThe cups of Herman\'s flowers, \nOr Z ion\'s fruitful hill, \n\nBright with the drops of showers, \nWhen mingling odors breathe around, \nAnd glory rests on all the ground. \n\n3 For there the Lord commands \n\nBlessings, a boundless store, \nFrom his unsparing hands, \n\nYea, life fbrevermore : \nThrice happy they who meet above \nTo spend eternity in love, \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 Ol\xc2\xab C. M. Spir. of the Psalms- \n\nExcellence of Christian Unanimity and Love. \n\n1 SPIRIT of peace, celestial Dove, \n\nHow excellent thy praise ! \nNo richer gift than Christian love \nThy gracious power displays. \n\n2 Sweet as the dew on herb and flower, \n\nThat silently distils, \nAt evening\'s soft and balmy hour, \nOn Zion\'s fruitful hills, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 So, with mild influence from above, \n\nShall promised grace descend, \nTill universal peace and love \nO\'er all the earth extend. \n\n703. C. M. Beddome, \n\nImitation of Chnst. \n\n1 IN duties and in sufferings too, \n\nThy path, my Lord, Fd trace ; \nAs thou hast done, so would 1 do, \nDepending on thy grace. \n\n2 Inflamed with zeal, \'twas thy delight \n\nTo do thy Father\'s will ; \nO, may that zeal my soul excite \nThy precepts to fulfil. \n\n3 Unsullied meekness, truth, and love, \n\nThrough all thy conduct sliine ; \nO, may my whole deportment prove \nA copy, Lord, of thine. \n\n367 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n70S. L. M. Watts. \n\nReligion vain without Love. \n\n1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, \nAnd nobler speech than angels use, \n\nIf love he absent, 1 am found, \n\nLike tinkling brass, an empty sound. \n\n2 Were I inspired to preach and tell \nAll that is done in heaven and hell, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOr could my faith the world remove, \xe2\x80\x94 \nStill 1 am nothing without love. \n\n3 Should I distribute all my store \n\nTo feed the hungry, clothe the poor, \xe2\x80\x94 - \n\nOr give my body to the flame, \n\nTo gain a martyr\'s glorious name, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 If love to God and love to men \nBe absent, all my hopes are vain ; \nNor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, \nThe work of love can e\'er fulfil. \n\nT04. L. M. Watts. \n\nFollowing the Example of Christ, \n\n1 MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, \n1 read my duty in thy word ; \n\nBut in thy life the law appears, \nDrawn out in living characters. \n\n2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, \nSuch deference to thy Father\'s will, \nSuch love and meekness so divine, \n\nI would transcribe, and make them mine. \n\n3 Cold mountains and the midnight air \nWitnessed the fervor of thy prayer; \nThe desert thy temptations knew, \nThy conflict and thy victory too. \n\n4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear \nMore of thy gracious image here; \n\nThen God, the Judge, shall own my name \nAmong the followers of the Lamb. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n705. C. M. KiRKHAM. \n\nBearing Shame for Christ. \n\n1 DIDST thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame, \n\nAnd bear the cross for me ? \nAnd shall 1 fear to own thy name. \nOr thy disciple be ? \n\n2 Inspire my soul with life divine, \n\nAnd make me truly bold ; \nLet knowledge, faith, and meekness shine. \nNor love nor zeal grow cold. \n\n3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame, \n\nAnd treat me with disdain ; \nStill may 1 glory in thy name, \nAnd count reproach my gam. \n\n4 To thee I cheerfully submit, \n\nAnd all my powers resign ; \nLet wisdom point out what is fit, \nAnd I\'ll no more repine. \n\n7Q&. L. M. Wafts, \n\nThe Gospel exemplified in the Conduct. \n\n1 SO let our lips and lives express \nThe holy gospel we profess; \n\nSo let our works and virtues shine, \nTo prove the doctrine all divine. \n\n2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad \nThe honors of our Saviour God, \nWhen his salvation reigns within, \nAnd grace subdues the power of sin. \n\n3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, \nAmbition, envy, lust, and pride ; \n\nWhile justice, temperance, truth, and love, \nOur inward piety approve. \n\n4 Religion bears our spirits up, \nWhile we expect that blessed hope, \nThe brig! it appearance of the Lord, \nAnd faith stands leaning on his word. \n\n16* 369 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n7&7* 7s, 6 L. Montgomery. \n\nChrist our Example in Suffering. \n\n1 GO to dark Gethsemane, \n\nYe that feel temptation\'s power; \nYour Redeemer\'s conflict see ; \n\nWatch with him one bitter hour: \nTurn not from his griefs away ; \nLearn of Jesus Christ to pray. \n\n2 Follow to the judgment- hall ; \n\nView the Lord of life arraigned: \nO, the wormwood and the gall ! \n\nO, the pangs his soul sustained ! \nShun not suffering, shame, or loss ; \nLearn of him to bear the cross. \n\n3 Calvary\'s mournful mountain climb; \n\nThere, admiring at his feet, \nMark that miracle of time, \n\nGod\'s own sacrifice complete : \n"It is finished," hear him cry; \nLearn of Jesus Christ to die. \n\n4 Early hasten to the tomb \n\nWhere they laid his breathless clay; \nAll is solitude and gloom: \n\nWho has taken him away? \nChrist is risen ; he meets our eyes: \nSaviour, teach us so to rise. \n\n708. S. M. Toplady. \n\nEncouragement. \n\n1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, \n\nDown from the willows take ; \nLoud, to the praise of love divine, \nBid every string awake. \n\n2 Though in a foreign land, \n\nWe are not far from home ; \nAnd nearer to our house above \nWe every moment come. \n\n3 His grace will to the end \n\nStronger and brighter shine; \nNor present things, nor things to come, \nShall quench the spark divine. \n\n370 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n709, C. M. Watts. \n\nPrayer for Direction. \n\n1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways \n\nTo keep his statutes still ! \n\nthat my God would grant me grace \nTo know and do his will ! \n\n2 O, send thy Spirit down, to write \n\nThy law upon my heart ; \nNor let my tongue indulge deceit, \nNor act the liar\'s part. \n\n3 From folly turn away my eyes ; \n\nLet no corrupt design, \nNor covetous desire, arise \nWithin this soul of mine. \n\n4 Direct my footsteps by thy word, \n\nAnd make my heart sincere; \nLet sin have no dominion, Lord, \nBut keep my conscience clear. \n\n5 Make me to walk in thy commands, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\'Tis a delightful road, \xe2\x80\x94 \nNor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, \nOffend against my God. \n\n710. C. M. Watts. \nCommunion with God. \n\n1 TO thee, before the dawning light, \n\nMy gracious God, 1 pray ; \n\nI meditate thy name by night, \n\nAnd keep thy law by day. \n\n2 My spirit faints to see thy grace ; \n\nThy promise bears me up; \nAnd, while salvation long delays, \nThy word supports my hope. \n\n3 When midnight darkness veils the skies, \n\nI call thy works to mind; \nMy thoughts in warm devotion rise, \nAnd sweet acceptance mid. \n\n371 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n711. 8s & 7s. J. Taylor. \n\nThe Fount of Blessing. \n\n1 FAR from mortal cares retreating, \n\nSordid hopes, and vain desires, \nHere, our willing footsteps meeting, \nv Every heart to heaven aspires. \n\n2 From the fount of glory beaming, \n\nLight celestial cheers our eyes, \nMercy from above proclaiming \nPeace and pardon from the skies. \n\n3 Who may share this great salvation ? \n\nEvery pure and humble mind, \nEvery kindred, tongue, and nation, \nFrom the stains of guilt refined. \n\n4 Blessings all around bestowing, \n\nGod withholds his care from none, \nGrace and mercy ever flowing \nFrom the fountain of his throne. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2?1S. C. M. BOWRING. \n\nHoly Aspirations, \n\n1 THE Saviour now is gone before \n\nTo yon blest realms of light : \nO, thither may our spirits soar, \nAnd wing their upward flight. \n\n2 Lord, make us to those joys aspire, \n\nThat spring from love to thee, \nThat pass the carnal heart\'s desire, \nAnd faith alone can see. \n\n3 To guide us to thy glories, Lord, \n\nTo lift us to the sky, \nO, may thy Spirit still be poured \nUpon us from on high. \n\n713. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nGratitude and Hope. \n1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord, \nProclaim thy joys abroad, \nAnd march with holy vigor on, \nSupported by thy God. \n\n372 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Through every winding maze of life \n\nHis hand has been my guide ; \nAnd in his long-experienced care \nMy heart shall still confide. \n\n3 His grace through all the desert flows, \n\nAn unexhausted stream ; \nThat grace, on Z ion\'s sacred mount, \nShall be my endless theme. \n\n4 Beyond the choicest joys of time, \n\nThy courts on earth 1 love ; \nBut, O, 1 burn with strong desire \nTo dwell with thee above. \n\n5 There, joined with all the shining band. \n\nMy soul would thee adore, \nA pillar in thy temple fixed, \nTo be removed no more. \n\n714. C. M. Doddridge, \n\nSelf- Admonition. \n\n1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, aw r ake, \n\nAnd view the threatening scene; \nSee how thy foes encamp around, \nAnd treason lurks within. \n\n2 \'Tis not this mortal life alone \n\nThese hostile powers assail : \nHow canst thou hope for future bliss, \nIf their attempts prevail ? \n\n3 Then to the work of God awake ; \n\nBehold thy Master near; \nThe various, arduous task pursue \nWith vigor and with fear. \n\n4 The awful register goes on ; \n\nTh\' account will surely come ; \nAnd opening day, or closing night, \nMay bear me to my doom. \n\n5 Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes] \n\nYet like a dream it flies, \nTill God\'s own voice the slumbers chase \nFrom these deluded eyes. \n\n373 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 1\xc2\xab5. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nTlie watchful Servant. \n\n1 YE servants of the Lord, \n\nEaeh in liis office wait; \nWith joy obey bis heavenly word, \nAnd watch before bis gate. \n\n2 Let all your Tamps be bright, \n\nAnd trim the golden flame ; \nGird up your Ion us, as in bis sigbt, \nFor awful is bis name. \n\n3 Watch! \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis your Lord\'s command; \n\nAnd while we speak, lie\'s near: \nMark every signal of bis band, \nAnd ready all appear. \n\n4 O, happy servant he, \n\nIn such a posture found! \nHe shall his Lord with rapture see, \nAnd be with honor crowned. \n\n716. C. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nWatch and pray. \n\n1 THE Saviour bids us watch and pray, \n\nThrough life\'s brief, fleeting hour, \nAnd gives the Spirit\'s quickening ray \nTo those who seek his power. \n\n2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray, \n\nMaintain a warrior\'s strife ; \nHelp, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day ; \nObedience is our life. \n\n3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray ; \n\nFor soon the hour will come \nThat calls us from the earth away, \nTo our eternal home. \n\n4 O Saviour, we would watch and pray, \n\nAnd hear thy sacred voice, \nAnd walk, as thou hast marked the way, \nTo heaven\'s eternal joys. \n\n374 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n717. S. M. Heath. \n\nWatchfulness and Prayer inculcated. \n\n1 MY soul, be on thy guard ; \n\nTen thousand toes arise; \nThe hosts of sin are pressing hard \nTo draw thee from the skies. \n\n2 O, watch, and fight, and pray; \n\nThe battle ne\'er give o\'er ; \nRenew it boldly every day, \nAnd help divine implore. \n\n3 Ne\'er think the victory won, \n\nNor lay thine armor down: \nThy arduous work will not be done \nTill thou obtain thy crown. \n\n4 Fight on, my soul, till death \n\nShall bring thee to thy God; \nHe\'ll take thee, at thy parting breath, \nTo his divine abode. \n\n718. S. M. Watts. \n\nIVusting in God. \n\n1 I LIFT my soul to God ; \n\nMy trust is in his name : \nLet not my foes, that seek my blood, \nStill triumph in my shame. \n\n2 From early dawning light \n\nTill evening shades arise, \nFor thy salvation, Lord, 1 wait, \nWith ever-longing eyes. \n\n3 Remember all thy grace, \n\nAnd lead me in thy truth ; \nForgive the sins of riper days, \nAnd follies of my youth. \n\n4 The Lord is just and kind ; \n\nThe meek shall learn his ways, \nAnd every humble sinner find \nThe blessings of his grace. \n\n375 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n719. 7s & 6s. [Peculiar.] CENtflCK. \n\nThe Christian Pilgrimage. \n\n1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings ; \n\nThy better portion trace ; \nRise from all terrestrial things, \n\nTowards heaven, thy native place : \nSun, and moon, and stars, decay ; \n\nTime shall soon this earth remove ; \nRise, my soul, and haste away \n\nTo seats prepared above. \n\n2 Rivers to the ocean run, \n\nNor stay in all their course ; \nFire, ascending, seeks the sun ; \n\nBoth speed them to their source : \nSo a soul that\'s born of God \n\nPants to view his glorious face, \nUpward tends to his abode, \n\nTo rest in his embrace. \n\n3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; \n\nPress onward to the prize ; \nSoon our Saviour will return, \n\nTriumphant in the skies : \nYet a season, and you know \n\nHappy entrance will be given, \nAll our sorrows left below, \n\nAnd earth exchanged for heaven. \n\n7%\xc2\xae, L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Christian Warfare. \n\n1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, \n\nAnd gird the gospel armor on; \nMarch to the gates of endless joy, \n\nWhere Jesus, thy great Captain, \'s gone \n\n2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; \n\nBut hell and sin are vanquished foes ; \nThy Saviour nailed them to the cross, \nAnd sung the triumph when he rose. \n376 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 Then let my soul march boldly on, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nPress forward to the heavenly gate; \nThere peace and joy eternal reign, \n\nAnd glittering robes for conquerors wait \n\n4 There shall I wear a starry crown, \n\nAnd triumph in almighty grace, \nWhile all the armies of the skies \nJoin in my glorious Leader\'s praise. \n\n\n\n721. C. M. Watts. \n\nTlie Christian Soldier. \n\n1 AM 1 a soldier of the cross, \n\nA follower of the Lamb? \nAnd shall I fear to own his cause, \nOr blush to speak his name ? \n\n2 Must I be carried to the skies \n\nOn flowery beds of ease, \nWhile others fought to win the prize, \nAnd sailed through bloody seas ? \n\n3 Are there no foes for me to face ? \n\nMust I not stem the flood ? \nIs this vile world a friend to grace, \nTo help me on to God ? \n\n4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; \n\nIncrease my courage, Lord : \nTil bear the toil, endure the pain, \nSupported by thy word. \n\n5 Thy saints in all this glorious war \n\nShall conquer, though they die ; \nThey see the triumph from afar, \nAnd seize it with their eye. \n\n6 When that illustrious day shall rise, \n\nAnd all thy armies shine \nIn robes of victory through the skies, \nThe glory shall be thine. \n\n16* 377 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES, \n\n722. C. M. Anon. \n\nThe whole Armor. \n\n1 O, SPEED thee, Christian, on thy way, \n\nAnd to thy armor cling; \nWith girded loins the call obey \nThat grace and mercy bring. \n\n2 There is a battle to be fought, \n\nAn upward race to run, \nA crown of glory to be sought, \nA victory to be won. \n\n3 The shield of faith repels the dart \n\nThat Satan\'s hand may throw ; \nHis arrow cannot reach thy heart, \nIf Christ control the bow. \n\n4 The glowing lamp of prayer will light \n\nThee on thy anxious road ; \n\'Twill keep the goal of heaven in sight, \nAnd guide thee to thy God. \n\n5 O, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs \n\nAre heard before his throne ; \nThe race must come before the prize, \nThe cross before the crown. \n\n733. S. M. C.Wesley. \n\nThe Christian Soldier. \n\n1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, \n\nAnd gird your armor on, \nStrong in the strength which God supplies \nThrough his eternal Son. \n\n2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, \n\nAnd in his mighty power, \nThe man who in the Saviour trusts \nIs more than conqueror. \n\n3 Stand, then, in his great might, \n\nWith all his strength endued, \nAnd take, to arm you for the fight, \nThe panoply of God : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n378 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 That, having all things done, \n\nAnd all your conflicts past, \nYou may o\'ercome through Christ alone, \nAnd stand complete at last. \n\n5 From strength to strength go on ; \n\nWrestle, and fight, and pray ; \nTread all the powers of darkness down, \nAnd win the well-fought day. \n\n6 Still let the Spirit cry, \n\nIn all his soldiers, " Come," \nTill Christ the Lord descends from high, \nAnd takes the conquerors home. \n\n724. C. M. Steele. \n\nSuccor implored in spiritual Conflicts. \n\n1 ALAS! what hourly dangers rise! \n\nWhat snares beset my way ! \nTo heaven, O, let me lilt mine eyes, \nAnd hourly watch and pray. \n\n2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, \n\nAnd melt in flowing tears! \nMy weak resistance, ah, how vain ! \nHow strong my foes and fears ! \n\n3 O gracious God, in whom I live, \n\nMy feeble efforts aid ; \nHelp me to watch, and pray, and strive, \nThough trembling and afraid. \n\n4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, \n\nWhen foes and fears prevail ; \nO, bear my fainting spirit up, \nOr soon my strength will fail. \n\n5 Whene\'er temptations lure my heart, \n\nOr draw my feet aside, \nMy God, thy powerful aid impart, \nMy Guardian and my Guide. \n\n6 O, keep me in thy heavenly way, \n\nAnd bid the tempter flee ; \n\nAnd let me never, never stray \n\nFrom happiness and thee. \n\n379 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n735. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe heavenly Race, \n\n1 AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears; \n\nLet every trembling thought be gone ; \nAwake, and run the heavenly race, \nAnd put a cheerful coinage on. \n\n2 True, \'tis a strait and thorny road, \n\nAnd mortal spirits tire and faint ; \nBut they forget the mighty God, \n\nWho feeds the strength of every saint ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 The mighty God, whose matchless power \n\nIs ever new and ever young, \nAnd firm endures, while endless years \nThen everlasting circles run. \n\n4 From thee, the overflowing spring, \n\nOur souls shall drink a full supply; \nWhile those who trust their native strength \nShall melt away, and droop, and die. \n\n5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, \n\nWe\'ll mount aloft to thine abode; \nOn wings of love our souls shall fly, \nNor tire amid the heavenly road. \n\n#20. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Christian Race. \n\n1 AWAKE, my soul ; stretch every nerve, \n\nAnd press with vigor on; \nA heavenly race demands thy zeal, \nAnd an immortal crown. \n\n2 A cloud of witnesses around \n\nHold thee in full survey; \nForget the steps already trod, \nAnd onward urge thy way. \n\n3 \'Tis God\'s all-animating voice \n\nThat calls thee from on high; \n\'Tis his own hand presents the prize \nTo thine uplifted eye ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, \n\nWhich shall new lustre boast, \nWhen victors\' wreaths and monarchs\' gems \nShall blend in common dust \n380 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n737. C. M. Watts. \n\nFollowing departed Worthies. \n\n1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise \n\nWithin the veil, and see \nThe saints above, how great their joys, \nHow bright their glories be. \n\n2 Once they were mourning here below, \n\nAnd bathed their couch with tears ; \nThey wrestled hard, as we do now, \nWith sins, and doubts, and fears. \n\n3 I ask them whence their victory came; \n\nThey, with united 1 breath, \nAscribe their conquest to the Lamb, \nTheir triumph to his death. \n\n4 They marked the footsteps that he trod ; \n\nHis zeal inspired their breast; \nAnd, following their incarnate God, \nPossessed the promised rest. \n\n5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, \n\nFor his own pattern given ; \nWhile the long cloud of witnesses \nShows the same path to heaven, \n\n728. C. M. Needham. \n\nFollowing departed Worthies. \n\n1 RISE, O my soul, pursue the path \n\nBy ancient worthies trod ; \nAspiring, view those holy men \nWho lived and walked with God. \n\n2 Though dead, they speak in reason\'s ear, \n\nAnd in example live; \nTheir faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, \nStill fresh instruction give. \n\n3 \'Twas through the Lamb\'s most precious blood \n\nThey conquered every foe ; \nTo his almighty power and grace \nTheir crowns of life they owe. \n\n4 Lord, may I ever keep in view \n\nThe patterns thou hast given, \n\nAnd ne\'er forsake the blessed road \n\nThat led them safe to heaven. \n\n331 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n729, C. M. Barbauld. \n\nFollowing Christ. \n\n1 OUR country is Immanuel\'s ground ; \n\nWe seek that promised soil : \nThe songs of Zion cheer our hearts, \nWhile strangers here we toil. \n\n2 We tread the path our Master trod ; \n\nWe bear the cross he bore ; \nAnd every thorn that wounds our feet \nHis temples pierced before. \n\n3 Our powers are oft dissolved away \n\nIn ecstasies of love ; \nAnd while our bodies wander here, \nOur souls are fixed above. \n\n4 We purge our mortal dross away, \n\nRefining as we run ; \nBut while we die to earth and sense, \nOur heaven is here begun. \n\n730. S. M. Montgomery. \nEncouragement to Faithfulness, \n\n1 OUR Captain leads us on ; \n\nHe beckons from the skies ; \n\nHe reaches out a starry crown, \n\nAnd bids us take the prize. \n\n2 "Be faithful unto death, \n\nPartake my victory, \nAnd thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, \nAnd thou shalt reign with me." \n\n3 \'Tis thus the righteous Lord \n\nTo every soldier saith; \n\nEternal life is the reward \n\nOf all victorious faith. \n\n4 Who conquer in his might \n\nThe victor\'s meed receive ; \nThey claim a kingdom in his right, \nWhich God will freely give. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n731. C. M. Watts. \nSustaining Grace in old Age implored, \n\n1 GOD of my childhood and my youth, \n\nThe Guide of all my days, \nI have declared thy heavenly truth, \nAnd told thy wondrous ways. \n\n2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, \n\nAnd leave my fainting heart ? \nWho shall sustain my sinking years, \nIf God, my strength, depart ? \n\n3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim \n\nBefore the rising age, \nAnd leave a savor of thy name \nWhen I shall quit the stage. \n\n4 The land of silence and of death \n\nAttends my next remove ; \nO, may these poor remains of breath \nTeach all the world thy love. \n\n732. C. M. Watts. \n\nTrusting God in old Age. \n\n1 MY God, my everlasting hope, \n\n1 live upon thy truth ; \nThy hands have held my childhood up, \nAnd strengthened all my youth. \n\n2 Still has my life new wonders seen, \n\nRepeated every year ; \nBehold, my days that yet remain, \nI trust them to thy care. \n\n3 Cast me not off when strength declines, \n\nWhen hoary hairs arise ; \nAnd round me let thy glory shine, \nWhene\'er thy servant dies. \n\n4 Then, in the history of my age, \n\nWhen men review my days, \nThey\'ll read thy love in every page, \nIn every line thy praise. \n\n383 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n733* C. M. Sab. Recreations. \n\nResignation \n\n1 IN trouble and in grief, O God, \n\nThy smile hath cheered my way; \nAnd joy hath budded from each thorn \nThat round my footsteps lay. \n\n2 The hours of pain have yielded good \n\nWhich prosperous days refused; \nAs herbs, though scentless when entire, \nSpread fragrance when they\'re bruised. \n\n3 The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs \n\nBy furious blasts are driven; \nSo life\'s tempestuous storms the more \nHave fixed my heart in heaven. \n\n4 All-gracious Lord, whatever my lot \n\nIn other times may be, \nI\'ll welcome still the heaviest grief \nThat brings me near to thee. \n\n734. C. M. Watts. \n\nThis Life a Pilgrimage. \n\n1 LORD, what a wretched land is this, \n\nThat yields us no supply \xe2\x80\x94 \nNo cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, \nNo streams of living joy! \n\n2 Our journey is a thorny maze ; \n\nBut we march upward still, \nForget these troubles of the ways \nAnd press to Zion\'s hill. \n\n3 There, on a green and flowery mount, \n\nOur weary souls shall sit, \nAnd with transporting joy recount \nThe labors of our feet. \n\n4 Eternal glory to the King \n\nWhose hand conducts us through ; \nOur tongues shall never cease to sing, \nAnd endless praise renew. \n\n384 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n735. C. M. Watts. \nLooking from Earth to Heaven. \n\n1 DEATH may dissolve my body now, \n\nAnd bear my spirit home : \nWhy do my days so sluggish move, \nNor my salvation come ? \n\n2 God has laid up in heaven for me \n\nA crown which cannot fade ; \nThe righteous Judge, at that great day, \nShall place it on my head. \n\n3 Jesus, the Lord, will guard me safe \n\nFrom every ill design, \nAnd to his heavenly kingdom take \nThis feeble soul of mine. \n\n4 God is my everlasting aid, \n\nMy portion and my friend ; \n\nTo him be highest glory paid, \n\nThrough ages without end. \n\n736. C. M. H. H. Hawley. \nThe Hope, the Star, the Voice. \n\n1 THERE is a hope, a blessed hope, \n\nMore precious and more bright \nThan all the joyless mockery \nThe world esteems delight. \n\n2 There is a star, a lovely star, \n\nThat lights the darkest gloom, \nAnd sheds a peaceful radiance o\'er \nThe prospects of the tomb. \n\n3 There is a voice, a cheering voice, \n\nThat lifts the soul above, \nDispels the painful, anxious doubt, \nAnd whispers, " God is love." \n\n4 That voice, aloud from Calvary\'s height, \n\nProclaims the soul forgiven ; \nThat star is revelation\'s light ; \nThat hope, the hope of heaven. \n\n17 385 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n737. S. M. L. H. SlGOURNEY, \n\nActive Piety. \n\n1 LABORERS of Christ, arise, \n\nAnd gird you for the toil ; \nThe dew of promise from the skies \nAlready cheers the soil. \n\n2 Go where the sick recline, \n\nWhere mourning hearts deplore ; \nAnd where the sons of sorrow pine, \nDispense your hallowed lore. \n\n3 Urge, with a tender zeal, \n\nThe erring child along \nWhere peaceful congregations kneel, \nAnd pious teachers throng. \n\n4 Be faith, which looks above, \n\nWith prayer, your constant guest, \nAnd wrap the Saviour\'s changeless love \nA mantle round your breast. \n\n5 So shall you share the wealth \n\nThat earth may ne\'er despoil, \nAnd the blest gospel\'s saving health \nRepay your arduous toil. \n\n738. C. M. Watts. \nKindness to the Poor. \n\n1 HOW blest is he who fears the Lord, \n\nAnd follows his commands, \nWho lends the poor without reward, \nOr gives with liberal hands. \n\n2 As pity dwells within his breast \n\nTo all the sons of need, \nSo God shall answer his request \nWith blessings on his seed. \n\n3 In times of danger and distress, \n\nSome beams of light shall shine, \nTo show the world his righteousness, \nAnd give him peace divine. \n\n4 His works of piety and love \n\nRemain before the Lord ; \nSweet peace on earth, and joys above, \nShall be his sure reward. \n386 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n789, L. M. Ch. Psalmody. \n\nCare of Widows and Orphans. \n\n1 THOU God of hope, to thee we bow; \n\nThou art our refuge in distress ; \nThe husband of the widow thou, \nThe father of the fatherless. \n\n2 The poor are thy peculiar care ; \n\nTo them thy promises are sure : \n\nThy gifts the poor in spirit share ; \n\nO, may we always thus be poor. \n\n3 May we thy law of love fulfil, \n\nTo bear each other\'s burdens here, \nEndure and do thy righteous will, \nAnd walk hi all thy faith and fear. \n\n4 Thou God of hope, to thee we bow ; \n\nThou art our refuge in distress ; \nThe husband of the widow thou, \nThe father of the fatherless. \n\n\n\nV4:\xc2\xa9. S. M. MONTGOMERY. \n\nActive Effort to do Good. \n\n1 SOW in the morn thy seed ; \n\nAt eve hold not thy hand ; \nTo doubt and fear give thou no heed ; \nBroadcast it o\'er the land ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 And duly shall appear, \n\nIn verdure, beauty, strength, \nThe tender blade, the stalk, the ear, \nAnd the full corn at length. \n\n3 Thou canst not toil in vain ; \n\nCold, heat, and moist, and diy, \nShall foster and mature the grain \nFor garners in the sky. \n\n4 Thence, when the glorious end, \n\nThe day of God, shall come, \nThe angel-reapers shall descend, \nAnd heaven cry, " Harvest home ! " \n\n387 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n74:1. C. M. BARBAULD. \n\nSympathy with the Afflicted. \n\n1 BLEST is the man whose softening heart \n\nFeels ali another\'s pain ; \nTo whom the supplicating eye \nIs never raised in vain ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, \n\nA brother\'s woes to feel, \nAnd bleeds in pity o\'er the wound \nHe wants the power to heal. \n\n3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms \n\nTo every child of grief: \nHis secret bounty largely flows, \nAnd brings unasked relief. \n\n4 To gentle offices of love \n\nHis feet are never slow ; \nHe views, through mercy\'s melting eye, \nA brother in a foe. \n\n5 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFree mercy from above ; \nThat mercy moves him to fulfil \nThe perfect law of love. \n\n743. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nChristian Kindness. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, \n\nAll-powerful, from above, \nTo form in our obedient souls \nThe image of thy love. \n\n2 O, may our sympathizing breasts \n\nThat generous pleasure know, \nKindly to share in others\' joy, \nAnd weep for others\' woe. \n\n3 When poor and helpless sons of grief \n\nIn deep distress are laid, \nSoft be our hearts their pains to feel, \nAnd swift our hands to aid. \n\n338 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 So Jesus looked on dying man, \n\nWhen throned above the skies, \nAnd, in the Father\'s bosom blest. \nHe felt compassion rise. \n\n5 On wings of love the Saviour flew \n\nTo raise us from the ground ; \nFor us he shed his precious blood - \nA balm for every wound. \n\n\n\n743. C. M. Boden. \n\nKindness to the Afflicted. \n\n1 BRIGHT Source of everlasting love, \n\nTo thee our souls we raise, \nAnd to thy sovereign bounty rear \nA monument of praise. \n\n2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life \n\nWith eveiy cheering ray, \nAnd kindly checks the rising tear, \nOr wipes that tear away. \n\n3 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, \n\nFor all the grace we see ? \nThe goodness feeble man can yield \nExtendeth not to thee. \n\n4 To scenes of woe, to beds of pain, \n\nWe\'ll cheerfully repair, \nAnd, with the gifts thy hand bestows, \nRelieve the sufferers there. \n\n5 The widow\'s heart shall sing for joy ; \n\nThe orphan shall be glad ; \nAnd hungering souls we\'ll gladly point \nTo Christ, the living bread. \n\n6 Thus what our heavenly Father gave \n\nShall we as freely give ; \nThus copy him who lived to save, \nAnd died that we might live. \n\n389 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n744. C. M. W. Croswell. \nImitation of Christ\'s Kindness. \n\n1 LORD, lead the way the Saviour went, \n\nBy lane and cell obscure, \nAnd let our treasures still be spent, \nLike his, upon the poor. \n\n2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, \n\nWho bore the world\'s sad weight, \nWe, in their gloomy loneliness, \nWould seek the desolate. \n\n3 For thou hast placed us side by side \n\nIn this wide world of ill ; \nAnd that thy followers may be tried, \nThe poor are with us still. \n\n4 Small are the offerings we can make ; \n\nYet thou hast taught us, Lord, \nIf given for the Saviour\'s sake, \nThey lose not their reward. \n\n745. 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.] Anon * \nLeaving a Portion for the Poor. \n\n1 WHEN thy harvest yields thee pleasure, \n\nThou the golden sheaf shalt bind; \nTo the poor belongs the treasure \n\nOf the scattered ears behind : \nThis thy God ordains to bless \nThe widow and the fatherless. \n\n2 When thine olive-plants, increasing, \n\nPour their plenty o\'er the plain, \nGrateful thou shalt take the blessing, \n\nBut not search the boughs again : \nThis thy God ordains to bless \nThe widow and the fatherless. \n\n3 When thy favored vintage, flowing, \n\nGladdens thine autumnal scene, \nOwn the bounteous hand bestowing, \n\nBut the vines the poor shall glean : \nSo thy God ordains to bless \nThe widow and the fatherless. \n\n390 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n746. C. M. Doddridge. \nKindness to Christ\'s Brethren. \n\n1 JESUS, our Lord, how rich thy grace ! \n\nThy bounties how complete ! \nHow shall we count the matchless sum ? \nHow pay the mighty debt ? \n\n2 High on a throne of radiant light \n\nDost thou exalted shine ; \nWhat can our poverty bestow, \nWhen all the worlds are thine ? \n\n3 But thou hast brethren here below, \n\nThe partners of thy grace, \nAnd wilt confess their humble names \nBefore thy Father\'s face. \n\n4 In them thou mayst be clothed, and fed, \n\nAnd visited, and cheered ; \nAnd in their accents of distress \nOur Saviour\'s voice is heard. \n\n5 Thy face, with reverence and with love, \n\nWe in thy poor would see ; \nO, rather let us beg our bread, \nThan hold it back from thee. \n\n747. C. M. Beddome. \nTender Regard for the Poor. \n\n1 HAPPY, forever happy he \n\nWhose heart is cleansed from sin ; \nHis life is from reproaches free, \nHis conscience is serene. \n\n2 Remote from anger, noise, and strife, \n\nSubmissive and resigned, \n\nHe leads a holy, peaceful life, \n\nIs loved of all mankind. \n\n3 With tender pity for the poor, \n\nHe hears their plaintive cries, \nAnd, out of his increasing store, \nThen* urgent want supplies. \n\n4 In sickness God will soothe his grief, \n\nAnd be his constant Friend ; \nAt death will yield him kind relief, \nAnd crown his journey\'s end. \n391 \n\n\n\nCH&ISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n,748 \xe2\x80\xa2 CM. Spir. of the Psalms. \n\nWorks of Piety rewarded. \n\n1 HOW blest the children of the Lord, \n\nWho, walking in his sight, \nMake all the precepts of his word \nTheir study and delight. \n\n2 That precious wealth shall be their dower, \n\nWhich cannot know decay, \nWhich moth or rust shall ne\'er devour, \nNor spoiler take away. \n\n3 For them that heavenly light shall spread, \n\nWhose cheering rays illume \nThe darkest hours of life, and shed \nA halo round the tomb. \n\n4 Their works of piety and love, \n\nPerformed through Christ, their Lord* \nForever registered above, \nShall meet a sure reward. \n\n\n\nT49. C. M. Watts. \n\nTlie Importance and Influence of Love. \n\n1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign. \n\nWhere love inspires the breast: \nLove is the brightest of the train, \nAnd strengthens all the rest. \n\n2 Knowledge, alas ! \'tis all in vain, \n\nAnd ail in vain our fear: \nOur stubborn sins will fight and reign, \nIf love be absent there. \n\n3 \'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet \n\nIn swift obedience move; \nThe devils know, and tremble too *, \nBut they can never love. \n\n4 This is the grace that lives and sings \n\nWhen faith and hope shall cease ; \n\'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings \nIn brightest realms of bliss \na r J2 \n\n\n\nCHKISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n750. L. M. Watts. \nBlessedness of the Righteous. \n\n1 BLEST are the men whose mercies move \nTo acts of kindness and of love ; \n\nFrom Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain \nLike sympathy and love again. \n\n2 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean, \nWho never tread the ways of sin ; \n\nWith endless pleasure they shall see \nA God of spotless purity. \n\n3 Blest are the men of peaceful life, \nWho quench the coals of growing strife ; \nThey shall be called the heirs of bliss, \nThe sons of God \xe2\x80\x94 the God of peace, \n\n4 Blest are the faithful, who partake \nOf pain and shame for Jesus\' sake ; \nTheir souls shall triumph in the Lord ; \nEternal life is their reward. \n\n751. C. M. Watts. \nEarthly Pleasures dangerous. \n\n1 HOW vain are all things here below! \n\nHow false, and yet how fair ! \nEach pleasure hath its poison too, \nAnd every sweet a snare. \n\n2 The brightest things below the sky \n\nShine with deceiving light ; \nWe should suspect some danger nigh, \nWhere we possess delight. \n\n3 Our dearest joys, our nearest friends, \n\nThe partners of our blood, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHow they divide our wavering minds, \nAnd leave but half for God ! \n\n4 The fondness of a creature\'s love, \n\nHow strong it strikes the sense ! \n\'Tis there the warm affections move, \nNor can we call them thence. \n\n5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be \n\nMy soul\'s eternal food, \nAnd grace command my heart away \nFrom all created good. \n17* 393 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n752* 8s & 4s. Anon. \n\nVanity of the World. \n\n1 ALAS ! how poor and little worth \nAre all those glittering toys of earth \n\nThat lure us here ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nDreams of a sleep that death must break : \nAlas ! before it bids us wake, \n\nThey disappear. \n\n2 Where is the strength that spurned decay, \nThe step that rolled so light and gay, \n\nThe heart\'s blithe tone ? \nThe strength is gone, the step is slow, \nAnd joy grows weariness and woe \n\nWhen age comes on. \n\n3 Our birth is but a starting-place ; \nLife is the running of the race, \n\nAnd death the goal : \nThere all those glittering toys are brought ; \nThat path alone, of all unsought, \n\nIs found of all. \n\n4 O, let the soul its slumbers break, \nArouse its senses, and awake \n\nTo see how soon \nLife, like its glories, glides away, \nAnd the stern footsteps of decay \n\nCome stealing on. \n\n7*53 \xe2\x80\xa2 8s, 7s & 4. Fawcett. \n\nHope encouraged. \n\n1 O MY soul, what means this sadness ? \n\nWherefore art thou thus cast down ? \nLet thy griefs be turned to gladness ; \nBid thy restless fears be gone ; \n\nLook to Jesus, \nAnd rejoice in his dear name. \n\n2 What though Satan\'s strong temptations \n\nVex and grieve thee day by day, \nAnd thy sinful inclinations \nOften fill thee with dismay ; \n\nThou shalt conquer, \nThrough the Lamb\'s redeeming blood. \n394 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES \n\n3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, \n\nFrom without and from within, \nJesus saith he\'ll ne\'er forget thee, \nBut will save from hell and sin ; \n\nHe is faithful \nTo perform his gracious word. \n\n4 Though distresses now attend thee, \n\nAnd thou tread\'st the thorny road, \nHis right hand shall still defend thee ; \nSoon he\'ll bring thee home to God ; \n\nTherefore praise him, \nPraise the great Redeemer\'s name. \n\n754:. C. M. Watts. \n\nTliarikful Acknowledgment of God\'s Goodness. \n\n1 I LOVE the Lord : he heard my cries, \n\nAnd pitied every groan : \nLong as 1 live, when troubles rise, \nI\'ll hasten to his throne. \n\n2 1 love the Lord : he bowed his ear, \n\nAnd chased my grief away : \n\nO, let my heart no more despair, \n\nWhile I have breath to pray. \n\n3 The Lord beheld me sore distressed ; \n\nHe bade my pains remove ; \nReturn, my soul, to God, thy rest, \nFor thou hast known his love. \n\n755. L. M. Watts. \n\nFolly of envying the Prosperity of Sinners. \n\n1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I, \n\nTo mourn, and murmur, and repine, \nTo see the wicked, placed on high, \nIn pride and robes of honor shine ! \n\n2 But, O, their end, their dreadful end ! \n\nThy faithful word hath taught me so ! \nOn slippery rocks I see them stand, \nAnd fiery billows roll below. \n\n3 Now I esteem their mirth and wine \n\nToo dear to purchase with my blood ; \nLord, \'tis enough that thou art mine, \nMy life, my portion, and my God. \n\n395 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n75\xc2\xa9. L. M. Watts. \n\nTrusting in God in Times of Despondency. \n\n1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord ; \n\nBut 1 will call thy grace to mind, \nAnd times of past distress record, \n\nWhen 1 have found my God was kind. \n\n2 Yet will the Lord command his love, \n\nWhen 1 address his throne by day, \nNor in the night his grace remove ; \n\nThe night shall hear me sing and pray. \n\n3 Til chide my heart, that sinks so low ; \n\nWhy should my soul indulge in grief? \nHope in the Lord, and praise him too ; \nHe is my rest, my sure relief \n\n4 O God, thou art my hope, my joy ; \n\nThy light and truth shall guide me still; \nThy word shall my best thoughts employ, \nAnd lead me to thy heavenly hill. \n\n757. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nEarthly and Heavenly Good compared. \n\n1 THESE mortal joys, how soon they fade ! \n\nHow swift they pass away ! \nThe dying flower reclines its head, \nThe beauty of a day. \n\n2 Soon are those earthly treasures lost \n\nWe fondly call our own ; \nWe scarcely can possession boast, \nBefore we find them gone. \n\n3 But there are joys which cannot die, \n\nWith God laid up in store, \nTreasures beyond the changing sky, \nMore bright than golden ore. \n\n4 The seeds which piety and love \n\nHave scattered here below, \nIn fair and fertile fields above \nTo ample harvests grow. \n396 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n758. C. M. Watts. \nColdness and Inconstancy lamented. \n\n1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound \n\nOf thy salvation, Lord ; \nAnd still how weak our faith is found, \nAnd knowledge of thy word J \n\n2 How cold and feeble is our love ! \n\nHow negligent our fear! \nHow low our hope of joys above ! \nHow few affections there ! \n\n3 Great God, thy sovereign power impart, \n\nTo give thy word success ; \nWrite thy salvation in each heart, \nAnd make us learn thy grace. \n\n4 Show our forgetful feet the way \n\nThat leads to joys on high, \nWhere knowledge grows without decay, \nAnd love shall never die. \n\n759. C. M. Newton. \nMourning over departed Comforts. \n\n1 SWEET was the time when first I felt \n\nThe Saviour\'s pardoning blood \nApplied to cleanse my soul from guilt, \nAnd bring me home to God. \n\n2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, \n\nHis praises tuned my tongue ; \nAnd when the evening shades prevailed, \nHis love was all my song. \n\n3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, \n\nAnd saw his glory shine ; \nAnd when I read his holy word, \nI called each promise mine. \n\n4 But now, when evening shade prevails. \n\nMy soul in darkness mourns ; \nAnd when the morn the light reveals, \nNo light to me returns. \n\n5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail : \n\nO, make my soul thy care : \n\nI know thy mercy cannot fail ; \n\nLet me tliat mercy share. \n\n397 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n760. C. M. Watts. \n\nSupport in God. \n\n1 O GOD, our help in ages past, \n\nOur hope for years to come, \nOur shelter from the stormy blast, \nAnd our eternal home, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne \n\nThy saints have dwelt secure ; \nSufficient is thine arm alone, \nAnd our defence is sure. \n\n3 Before the hills in order stood, \n\nOr Earth received her frame, \nFrom everlasting thou art God, \nTo endless years the same. \n\n4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n"Return, ye sons of men;" \nAll nations rose from earth at first, \nAnd turn to earth again. \n\n5 O God, our help in ages past, \n\nOur hope for years to come, \nBe thou our guard while troubles last. \nAnd our eternal home. \n\n761. S. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Favor preferred to the Prosperity of Sinners. \n\n1 LET sinners take their course, \n\nAnd choose the road to death ; \nBut in the worship of my God \nI\'ll spend my daily breath. \n\n2 My thoughts address his throne, \n\nWhen morning brings the light ; \nI seek his blessing every noon, \nAnd pay my vows at night \n\n3 Thou wilt regard my cries, \n\nO my eternal God, \nWhile sinners perish in surprise, \nBeneath thy holy rod. \n398 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 Because they dwell at ease, \n\nAnd no sad changes feel, \nThey neither fear nor trust thy name, \nNor learn to do thy will. \n\n5 But I, with all my cares, \n\nWill lean upon the Lord ; \nI\'ll cast my burdens on his arm, \nAnd rest upon his word. \n\n6 His arm shall well sustain \n\nThe children of his love ; \nThe ground on which their safety stands \nNo earthly power can move. \n\n762. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nSickness and Recovery. \n\n1 MY God, thy service well demands \n\nThe remnant of my days ; \nWhy was this fleeting breath renewed, \nBut to renew thy praise ? \n\n2 Thine arms of everlasting love \n\nDid this weak frame sustain, \nWhen life was hovering o\'er the grave, \nAnd nature sunk with pain. \n\n3 I calmly bowed my fainting head \n\nOn thy dear, faithful breast, \nAnd waited for my Father\'s call \nTo his eternal rest \n\n4 Into thy hands, my Saviour God, \n\nDid I my soul resign, \nIn firm dependence on that truth \nWhich made salvation mine. \n\n5 Back from the borders of the grave, \n\nAt thy command, I come ; \nNor will I ask a speedier flight \nTo my celestial home. \n\n6 Where thou appointest mine abode, \n\nThere would I choose to be ; \nFor in thy presence death is life, \nAnd earth is heaven with thee. \n\n399 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n763. C. M. Boden\'s Col. \nForgiveness of Enemies. \n\n1 "FATHER, forgive," the Saviour cried, \n\nWith his expiring breath, \nAnd drew eternal blessings down \nOn those who wrought his death, \n\n2 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing, \n\nAnd whilst we sing, admire ; \nBreathe on our souls, and kindle there \nThe same celestial fire. \n\n3 By thine example ever swayed, \n\nWe for our foes will pray ; \nWith love their hatred, and their curse \nWith blessings, will repay. \n\n764. C. M. Watts. \nBeatific Vision of Christ \n\n1 FROM thee, O God, our joys shall rise, \n\nAnd run eternal rounds, \nBeyond the limits of the skies, \nAnd all created bounds. \n\n2 The holy triumphs of our souls \n\nShall death itself outbrave, \nLeave dull mortality behind, \nAnd fly beyond the grave. \n\n3 There, where our blessed Saviour reigns, \n\nIn heaven\'s unmeasured space, \nWe\'ll spend a long eternity \nIn pleasure and in praise. \n\n4 Blest Saviour, every smile of thine \n\nShall fresh endearments bring, \nAnd thousand tastes of new delight \nFrom all thy graces spring. \n\n5 Haste, our beloved, bear our souls \n\nUp to thy blest abode ; \nHaste, for our spirits long to see \nOur Saviour and our God. \n\n400 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n7G5* C. M. Fawcett. \n\nImportance of Religion. \n\n1 RELIGION is the chief concern \n\nOf mortals here below ; \nMay we its great importance learn, \nIts sovereign virtue know. \n\n2 Religion should our thoughts engage \n\nAmidst our youthful bloom ; \n\'Twill fit us for declining age, \nAnd for the solemn tomb. \n\n3 O, may our hearts, by grace renewed, \n\nBe our Redeemer\'s throne ; \nAnd be our stubborn wills subdued, \nHis government to own. \n\n4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, \n\nBe joined with godly fear, \nAnd all our conversation prove \nOur hearts to be sincere. \n\n5 Let lively hope our souls inspire ; \n\nLet warm affections rise ; \nAnd may we wait with strong desire \nTo mount above the skies. \n\n766. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nBenefits of Religion. \n\n1 O HAPPY Christian, who can boast, \n\n" The Son of God is mine " ! \nHappy, though humbled in the dust \xe2\x80\x94 \nRich in this gift divine. \n\n2 He lives the life of heaven below, \n\nAnd shall forever live ; \nEternal streams from Christ shall flow, \nAnd endless vigor give. \n\n3 That life we ask with bended knee ; \n\nNor will the Lord deny, \nNor will celestial mercy see \nIts humble suppliants die. \n\n4 That life obtained, for praise alone \n\nWe wish continued breath; \nAnd, taught by blest experience, own \nThat praise can live in death. \n\n17* 401 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n767. S. M. Watts. \nHeavenly Joy on Earth. \n\n1 COME, we that love the Lord, \n\nAnd let our joys be known ; \nJoin in a song with sweet accord, \nAnd thus surround the throne. \n\n2 The sorrows of the mind \n\nBe banished from the place ; \nReligion never was designed \nTo make our pleasures less. \n\n3 Let those refuse to sing \n\nWho never knew our God ; \nBut children of the heavenly King \nMay speak their joys abroad. \n\n4 The hill of Zion yields \n\nA thousand sacred sweets, \nBefore we reach the heavenly fields, \nOr walk the golden streets. \n\n5 Then let our songs abound, \n\nAnd every tear be dry ; \nWe\'re marching through Immanuel\'s ground. \nTo fairer worlds on high. \n\n768. S. M. Luth. Col. \nReligion a Support in Life. \n\n1 WHEN gloomy thoughts and fears \n\nThe trembling heart invade, \nAnd all the face of nature wears \nA universal shade, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Religion can assuage \n\nThe tempest of the soul ; \nAnd every fear shall lose its rage \nAt her divine control. \n\n3 Through life\'s bewildered way, \n\nHer hand unerring leads ; \nAnd o\'er the path her heavenly ray \nA cheering lustre sheds. \n\n4 When reason, tired and blind, \n\nSinks helpless and afraid, \nThou blest supporter of the mind, \nHow powerful is thine aid ! \n\n402 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n5 O, let us feel thy power, \nAnd find thy sweet relief, \nTo cheer our every gloomy hour, \nAnd calm our every grief. \n\n769. C. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nImportance of Religion to the Young. \n\n1 WHILE in the tender years of youth, \n\nIn nature\'s smiling bloom, \nEre age arrive, and trembling wait \nIts summons to the tomb, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Remember thy Creator, God ; \n\nFor him thy powers employ ; \nMake him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, \nThy portion, and thy joy. \n\n3 He will in safety guide thy course \n\nO\'er life\'s uncertain sea, \nAnd bring thee to that peaceful shore \nWhere happy spirits be. \n\n770. C. M. Watts. \n\nImportance of the Bible to the Young. \n\n1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts, \n\nAnd guard their lives from sin ? \n\nThy word the choicest rules imparts \n\nTo keep the conscience clean. \n\n2 \'Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light, \n\nThat guides us all the day, \nAnd, through the dangers of the night, \nA lamp to lead our way. \n\n3 Thy precepts make us truly wise ; \n\nWe hate the sinner\'s road ; \nWe hate our own vain thoughts that rise, \nBut love thy law, O God. \n\n4 Thy word is everlasting truth : \n\nHow pine is every page ! \nThat holy book shall guide our vouth, \nAnd well support our age. \n\n403 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n771. S. M. Fawcett. \n\nThe Bible the Guide of the Young. \n\n1 WITH humble heart and tongue, \nMy God, to thee 1 pray: \nO, bring me now, while 1 am young, \nTo thee, the Living way. \n\nI Make an unguarded youth \nThe object of thy care; \nHelp me to choose the way of truth, \nAnd fly from every snare. \n\n3 My heart, to folly prone, \n\nRenew by power divine ; \nUnite it to thyself alone, \nAnd make me wholly thine. \n\n4 O, let thy word of grace \n\nMy warmest thoughts employ; \nBe this, through all my following days, \nMy treasure and my joy. \n\n5 To what thy laws impart \n\nBe my whole soul inclined: \nO, let them dwell within my heart, \nAnd sanctify my mind. \n\n772. C. M. Epis. Col. \nEarly Piety. \n\n1 O, IN* the morn of life, when youth \n\nWith vital ardor glows, \nAnd shines in all the fairest charms \nThat beauty can disclose, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow T ers \n\nAre yet by vice enslaved, \nBe thy Creator\'s glorious name \nAnd character engraved; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud \n\nThe sunshine of thy days, \nAnd cares and toils, in endless round, \nEncompass all thy ways ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n404 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, \n\nWith vain regret, deplore, \n\nAnd sadly muse on former joys, \n\nThat now return no more. \n\n5 True wisdom, early sought and gained, \n\nIn age will give thee rest; \nO, then, improve the morn of life, \nTo make its evening blest \n\n773. C. M. Heber. \nEarly Religion. \n\n1 BY cool Siloam\'s shady rill \n\nHow fair the lily grows! \nHow sweet the breath, beneath the hill, \nOf Sharon\'s dewy rose ! \n\n2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet \n\nThe paths of peace have trod, \nWhose secret heart, with influence sweet, \nIs upward drawn to God. \n\n3 By cool Siloam\'s shady rill \n\nThe lily must decay ; \nThe rose, that blooms beneath the hill, \nMust shortly fade away. \n\n4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour \n\nOf man\'s maturer age \nWill shake the soul with sorrow\'s power \nAnd stormy passion\'s rage. \n\n5 O Thou who givest life and breath, \n\nWe seek thy grace alone, \nIn childhood, manhood, age, and death, \nTo keep us still thine own. \n\n774. C. M. COWFER. \n\nYouthM Piety, \n\n1 BESTOW, O Lord, upon our youth \nThe girl of saving grace, \nAnd let the seed of sacred truth \nFall in a fruitful place. \n\n405 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 Grace is a plant, where\'er it grows, \n\nOf pure and heavenly root, \nBut fairest in the youngest shows, \nAnd yields the sweetest fruit. \n\n3 Ye careless ones, O, hear betimes \n\nThe voice of sovereign love ; \nYour youth is stained with many crimes, \nBut mercy reigns above. \n\n4 For you the public prayer is made ; \n\nO, join the public prayer : \n\nFor you the secret tear is shed ; \n\nO, shed yourselves a tear. \n\n5 We pray that you may early prove \n\nThe Spirit\'s power to teach ; \n\nYou cannot be too young to love \n\nThat Jesus whom we preach. \n\n\n\n775. C. M. Logan. \n\nEarly Instruction. \n\n1 HOW happy is the child who hears \n\nInstruction\'s warning voice, \nAnd who celestial Wisdom makes \nHis early, only choice ! \n\n2 For she has treasures greater far \n\nThan east or west unfold, \nAnd her rewards more precious are \nThan all their stores of gold. \n\n3 She guides the young with innocence \n\nIn pleasure\'s path to tread; \nA crown of glory she bestows \nUpon the hoary head. \n\n4 According as her labors rise, \n\nSo her rewards increase ; \nHer ways are ways of pleasantness, \nAnd all her paths are peace. \n\n406 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n776. L. M. Watts. \nReligious Education. \n\n1 CHILDREN, in years and knowledge young ? \n\nYour parents\' hope, your parents 1 joy, \nAttend the counsels of my tongue : \n\nLet pious thoughts your minds employ. \n\n2 If you desire a length of days, \n\nAnd peace to crown your mortal state, \nRestrain your feet from sinful ways, \nYour lips from slander and deceit \n\n3 The eyes of God regard his saints ; \n\nHis ears are open to their cries ; \nHe sets his frowning face against \nThe sons of violence and lies. \n\n4 To humble souls and broken hearts, \n\nGod, with his grace, is ever nigh : \nPardon and hope his love imparts, \nWhen men in deep contrition lie, \n\n5 He tells their tears ; he counts their groans ; \n\nHis Son redeems their souls from death ; \nHis Spirit heals their broken bones ; \nThey in his praise employ their breath. \n\n777. 8s, 7s & 4. Union Minstrel. \nChildren exhorted. \n\n1 CHILDREN, hear the melting story \n\nOf the Lamb that once was slain ; \n\'Tis the Lord of life and glory : \nShall he plead with you in vain ? \n\nO, receive him, \nAnd salvation now obtain. \n\n2 Yield no more to sin and folly, \n\nSo displeasing in his sight : \n\nJesus loves the pure and holy ; \n\nThey alone are his delight; \n\nSeek his favor, \nAnd your hearts to him unite. \n\n407 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n3 All your sins to him confessing \nWho is ready to forgive, \nSeek the Saviour\'s richest blessing ; \nOn his precious name believe : \n\nHe is waiting ; \nWill you not his grace receive ? \n\n778. 7s & 6s. S. F. Smith. \nRemember thy Creator. \n\n1 "REMEMBER thy Creator" \n\nWhile youth\'s fair spring is bright, \nBefore thy cares are greater, \n\nBefore comes age\'s night ; \nWhile yet the sun shines o\'er thee, \n\nWhile stars the darkness cheer, \nWhile life is all before thee, \n\nThy great Creator fear. \n\n2 " Remember thy Creator " \n\nEre life resigns its trust, \nEre sinks dissolving nature, \n\nAnd dust returns to dust ; \nBefore with God, who gave it, \n\nThe spirit shall appear : \nHe cries, who died to save it, \n\n" Thy great Creator fear." \n\n779. L. M. Watts. \nJoy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. \n\n1 WHO can describe the joys that rise, \nThrough all the courts of Paradise, \nTo see a penitent return, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nTo see an heir of glory born ? \n\n2 With joy the Father does approve \nThe fruit of his eternal love ; \n\nThe Son with joy looks down, and sees \nThe purchase of his agonies. \n\n3 The Spirit takes delight to view \nThe holy soul he formed anew ; \nAnd saints and angels join to sing \nThe growing empire of their King. \n\n408 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n78\xc2\xa9. C. M. Needham. \n\nThe Lost found. \n\n1 O, HOW divine, how sweet the joy, \n\nWhen but one sinner turns, \nAnd, with an humble, broken heart, \nHis sins and errors mourns ! \n\n2 Pleased with the news, the saints below \n\nIn songs their tongues employ ; \nBeyond the skies the tidings go, \nAnd heaven is filled with joy. \n\n3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears \n\nThe conscious sinner\'s moan ; \n\nJesus receives him in his arms, \n\nAnd claims him for his own. \n\n4 Nor angels can their joys contain, \n\nBut kindle with new fire ; \n" The sinner lost is found," they sing, \nAnd strike the sounding lyre. \n\n781. S. M. Swain. \n\nJoy in the Conversion of Sinners. \n\n1 WHO can forbear to sing, \n\nWho can refuse to praise, \nWhen Zion\'s high, celestial King \nHis saving power displays ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 When sinners at his feet, \n\nBy mercy conquered, fall ? \nWhen grace, and truth, and justice, meet, \nAnd peace unites them all ? \n\n3 Who can forbear to praise \n\nOur high, celestial King, \nWhen sovereign, rich, redeeming grace \nInvites our tongues to sing ? \n\n783. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Change effected by Grace. \n\n1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name, \nAnd changed my mournful state, \nMy rapture seemed a pleasing dream, \nThe grace appeared so great \n18 409 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n2 The world beheld the glorious change, \n\nAnd did thy hand confess; \nMy tongue broke out in unknown strains, \nAnd sung surprising grace. \n\n3 " Great is the work," my neighbors cried, \n\nAnd owned thy power divine ; \n" Great is the work," my heart replied, \n" And be the glory thine." \n\n4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, \n\nCan give us day for night, \nMake drops of sacred sorrow rise \nTo rivers of delight. \n\n5 Let those who sow in sadness wait \n\nTill the fair harvest come ; \nThey shall confess their sheaves are great, \nAnd shout the blessings home. \n\n783. 6s & 4s. R. Palmer. \n\nChrist our Confidence. \n\n1 MY faith looks up to thee, \nThou Lamb of Calvary : \n\nSaviour divine, \nNow hear me while I pray; \nTake all my guilt away ; \nO, let me, from this day, \n\nBe wholly thine. \n\n2 May thy rich grace impart \nStrength to my fainting heart; \n\nMy zeal inspire ; \nAs thou hast died for me, \nO, may my love to thee \nPure, warm, and changeless be \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA living fire. \n\n3 While life\'s dark maze I tread, \nAnd griefs around me spread, \n\nBe thou my Guide ; \nBid darkness turn to day, \nWipe sorrow\'s tears away, \nNor let me ever stray \n\nFrom thee aside. \n\n410 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN ACTS AND EXERCISES. \n\n4 When ends life\'s transient dream, \nWhen death\'s cold, sullen stream \n\nShall o\'er me roll, \nBlest Saviour, then, in love, \nFear and distress remove ; \nO, hear me safe ahove, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA ransomed soul. \n\nT84. C. M. C. Wesley. \n\nSelf- Consecration. \n\n1 ETERNAL Father, God of love, \n\nTo thee our hearts we raise ; \nThy all-sustaining power we prove, \nAnd gladly sing thy praise. \n\n2 Thine, wholly thine, O, let us be ; \n\nOur sacrifice receive ; \nMade, and preserved, and saved, by thee, \nTo thee ourselves we give. \n\n3 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour\'s love \n\nShed in our hearts abroad ; \n\nSo shall we ever live, and move, \n\nAnd be, with Christ in God. \n\n785. C. BE. Anon. \n\nDevoting all to Christ. \n\n1 ETERNAL Saviour, God of love. \n\nAbused, insulted Friend, \nO, from thy lofty throne above, \nThy saving mercy send. \n\n2 Here lies my naked, guilty heart, \n\nBefore thy piercing eye ; \nTo me thy healing touch impart ; \nO, reach me, for I die. \n\n3 All that my future life shall know \n\nOf love, and joy, and light, \nShall burn for thee, and shine and glow \nBy thine effectual might. \n\n4 Thus to thy claim my trembling soul \n\nHer sweet submission brings, \nAnd thus, while changing ages roll, \nShall rest beneath thy wings. \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n786. S. M. Watts. \nGospel Older. \n\n1 FAR as thy name is known \n\nThe world declares thy praise ; \nThy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, \nThen* songs of honor raise. \n\n2 With joy thy people stand \n\nOn Zion\'s chosen hill, \nProclaim the wonders of thy hand, \nAnd counsels of thy will. \n\n3 Let strangers walk around \n\nThe city where we dwell, \nSurvey with care thine holy ground, \nAnd mark the building well, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 The order of thy house, \n\nThe worship of thy court, \nThe cheerful songs, the solemn vows, \nAnd make a lair report. \n\n5 How decent, and how wise ! \n\nHow glorious to behold ! \nBeyond the pomp that charms the eyes. \nAnd rites adorned with gold. \n\n6 The God we worship now \n\nWill guide us till we die \xe2\x80\x94 \nWill be our God while here below, \nAnd ours above the sky. \n\n787. C. M. Watts. \n\nChrist the Foundation of his Church. \n\n1 BEHOLD the sure foundation stone, \nWhich God in Zion lays, \nTo build our heavenly hopes upon, \nAnd his eternal praise. \n412 \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, \n\nLet saints adore the name ; \nThey trust their whole salvation here, \nNor shall they suffer shame. \n\n3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, \n\nReject it with disdain; \nYet on this rock the church shall rest, \nAnd envy rage in vain. \n\n4 What though the gates of hell withstood; \n\nYet must this building rise : \n\'Tis thine own work, almighty God, \nAnd wondrous in our eyes. \n\n788. S. M. Dwight. \n\nAttachment to the Church. \n\n1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, \n\nThe house of thine abode, \nThe church our blest Redeemer saved \nWith his own precious blood. \n\n2 1 love thy church, O God ; \n\nHer walls before thee stand, \nDear as the apple of thine eye, \nAnd graven on thy hand. \n\n3 For her my tears shall fall ; \n\nFor her my prayers ascend ; \nTo her my cares and toils be given, \nTill toils and cares shall end. \n\n4 Beyond my highest joy \n\nI prize her heavenly ways, \nHer sweet communion, solemn vows, \nHer hymns of love and praise. \n\n5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, \n\nOur Saviour and our King, \nThy hand, from every snare and foe, \nShall great deliverance bring. \n\n6 Sure as thy truth shall last, \n\nTo Zion shall be given \nThe brightest glories earth can yield, \nAnd brighter bliss of heaven. \n\n413 \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n789. C. M. Watts. \nThe general Assembly of Saints, \n\n1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord, \n\nThe tempest, fire, and smoke ; \nNot to the thunder of that word \nWhich God on Sinai spoke ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 But we are come to Zion\'s hill, \n\nThe city of our God, \nWhere milder words declare his will, \nAnd spread his love abroad. \n\n3 Behold the great, the glorious host \n\nOf angels clothed in light ; \nBehold the spirits of the just, \nWhose faith is turned to sight. \n\n4 Behold the blest assembly there, \n\nWhose names are writ in heaven, \nAnd God, the Judge, who doth declare \nTheir vilest sins forgiven. \n\n5 The saints on earth, and all the dead, \n\nBut one communion make ; \nAll join in Christ, their living Head, \nAnd of his grace partake. \n\n6 In such society as this \n\nOur weary souls would rest ; \nThe man who dwells where Jesus is \nMust be forever blest. \n\n790. C. M. Montgomery. \nSaints on Earth and in Heaven. \n\n1 IN one fraternal bond of love, \n\nOne fellowship of mind, \nThe saints below and saints above \nThen* bliss and glory find. \n\n2 Here, in their house of pilgrimage, \n\nThy statutes are their song ; \nThere, through one bright, eternal age, \nThy praises they prolong. \n\n3 Lord, may our union form a part \n\nOf that thrice happy whole, \nDerive its pulse from thee, the heart, \nIts life from thee, the soul. \n\n414 \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n791. C. M. C. Wesley. \n\nOne Church. \n\n1 COME, let us join our friends above, \n\nWho have obtained the prize, \nAnd on the eagle wings of love \nTo joy celestial rise. \n\n2 Let saints below in concert sing \n\nWith those to glory gone ; \nFor ail the servants of our King \nIn heaven and earth are one. \n\n3 One family, we dwell in him ; \n\nOne church above, beneath ; \nThough now divided by the stream \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe narrow stream \xe2\x80\x94 of death. \n\n4 One army of the living God, \n\nTo his command we bow; \nPart of the host have crossed the flood, \nAnd part are crossing now. \n\n5 E\'en now to their eternal home \n\nSome happy spirits fly ; \nAnd we are to the margin come, \nAnd soon expect to die. \n\n6 O Saviour, be our constant Guide ; \n\nThen, when the word is given, \nBid Jordan\'s narrow stream divide, \nAnd land us safe in heaven. \n\n793. lis. [Peculiar.] Anon. \n\nThe Church victorious. \n\n1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness ; \n\nAwake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more : \nBright o\'er thy hills dawns the daystar of gladness ; \nArise, for the night of thy sorrow is o\'er. \n\n2 Strong were thy foes ; but the arm that subdued them, \n\nAnd scattered their legions, was mightier far ; \nThey fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them ; \nVain were then* steeds and their chariots of war. \n\n3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee \n\nExtolled with the harp and the timbrel should be ; \nShout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee ; \nTh\' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. \n\n415 \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n793. C. M. C. Wesley. \n\nThe Saints above and below. \n\n1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined, \n\nAnd saved by grace alone : \nWalking in all his ways, they find \nTheir heaven on earth begun. \n\n2 The church triumphant in thy love, \n\nTheir mighty joys we know: \nThey sing the Lamb in hymns above, \nAnd we in hymns below. \n\n3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, \n\nAnd bow before thy throne ; \nWe in the kingdom of thy grace : \nThe kingdoms are but one. \n\n4 The holy to the holiest leads ; \n\nFrom thence our spirits rise ; \n\nAnd he that in thy statutes treads \n\nShall meet thee in the skies. \n\n794. S. M. Watts. \nSafety of the Church. \n\n1 HOW honored is the place \n\nWhere we adoring stand ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nZion, the glory of the earth, \nAnd beauty of the land. \n\n2 Bulwarks of grace defend \n\nThe city where we dwell, \nWhile walls, of strong salvation made, \nDefy th\' assaults of hell. \n\n3 Lift up th\' eternal gates ; \n\nThe doors wide open fling ; \nEnter, ye nations that obey \nThe statutes of your King. \n\n4 Here taste unmingled joys, \n\nAnd live in perfect peace, \nYou that have known Jehovah\'s name, \nAnd ventured on his grace. \n\n5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints, \n\nAnd banish all your fears ; \nStrength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, \nEternal as his years. \n416 \n\n\n\nTHE CHURCH. \n\n795. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nGod the Defence of Zion. \n\n1 ZION stands with hills surrounded \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nZion, kept by power divine : \nAll her foes shall be confounded, \nThough the world hi arms combine : \n\nHappy Zion, \nWhat a favored lot is thine ! \n\n2 Every human tie may perish ; \n\nFriend to friend unfaithful prove ; \n\nMothers cease their own to cherish ; \n\nHeaven and earth at last remove ; \n\nBut no changes \nCan attend Jehovah\'s love. \n\n3 In the furnace God may prove thee, \n\nThence to bring thee forth more bright, \nBut can never cease to love thee ; \nThou art precious in his sight : \n\nGod is with thee \xe2\x80\x94 \nGod, thine everlasting light. \n\n796. C. M. Beddomr \nThe Church triumphant. \n\n1 A HOST of spirits round the throne \n\nIn humble posture stand, \nOn every head a starry crown, \nA palm in every hand. \n\n2 From different regions of the globe \n\nThese happy spirits came ; \nIn Jesus\' blood they washed their robes 3 \nAnd triumphed in his name. \n\n3 One glorious body now they make, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nMore glorious far their Head ; \nTheir souls to rapturous joys awake ; \nTheir sorrows all are fled. \n\n4 Without a jarring note, they join \n\nIn ceaseless songs of praise, \nAnd to the sacred Three in One \nLoud hallelujahs raise. \n\nIS* 4J7 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n797. S. M. Watts. \n\nSajety of the Church. \n\n1 GREAT is the Lord our Gfod, \n\nAnd let his praise be great ; \nHe makes his churches his abode, \nHis most delightful seat. \n\n2 In Zion God is known, \n\nA refuge in distress : \nHow bright has his salvation shone, \nThrough all her palaces ! \n\n3 When kings against her joined, \n\nAnd saw the Lord was there, \nIn wild confusion of the mind, \nThey fled with hasty fear. \n\n4 Oft have our fathers told, \n\nOur eyes have often seen, \nHow well our God secures the fold \nWhere his own sheep have been. \n\n5 In every new distress \n\nWe\'ll to his house repair ; \nWe\'ll call to mind his wondrous grace, \nAnd seek deliverance there. \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n798. S. M. S. F. &tm. \n\nBaptism into Christ. \n\n1 WITH willing hearts we tread \n\nThe path the Saviour trod ; \nWe love th\' example of our Head \nThe glorious Lamb of God. \n\n2 On thee, on thee alone, \n\nOur hope and faith rely, \nO thou who didst for sin atone, \nWho didst for sinners die. \n\n3 We trust thy sacrifice ; \n\nTo thy dear cross we flee ; \nO, may we die to sin, and rise \nTo life and bliss in thee. \n413 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n799. L. M. Baldwin. \nImitation of Christ. \n\n1 COME, happy souls, adore the Lamb, \nWho loved our race ere time began, \nWho veiled his Godhead in our clay, \nAnd in an humble manger lay. \n\n2 To Jordan\'s stream the Spirit led, \n\nTo mark the path his saints should tread ; \nWith joy they trace the sacred way, \nTo see the place where Jesus lay. \n\n3 Baptized by John in Jordan\'s wave, \nThe Saviour left his watery grave ; \nHeaven owned the deed, approved the way, \nAnd blessed the place where Jesus lay. \n\n4 Come, all who love his precious name, \nCome, tread his steps, and learn of him ; \nHappy beyond expression they \n\nWho find the place where Jesus lay. \n\n800. C. M. Fellows. \nDelight in Obedience, \n\n1 LORD, and will thy pardoning love \n\nEmbrace a wretch so vile? \nWilt thou my load of guilt remove, \nAnd bless me with thy smile ? \n\n2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, \n\nAnd all its shame despised ? \nAnd shall I be ashamed, O Lord, \nWith thee to be baptized ? \n\n3 Didst thou the great example lead, \n\nIn Jordan\'s swelling flood ? \nAnd shall my pride disdain the deed, \nThat\'s worthy of my God? \n\n4 Lord, the ardor of thy love \n\nReproves my cold delays ; \nAnd now my willing footsteps move \nIn thy delightful ways. \n419 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n801. C. M. Anon. \nObedience to Christ. \n\n1 LORD, I am thine, and in thy aid \n\nI place my firmest trust : \nHow large the price thy love has paid \nFor vile, polluted dust ! \n\n2 In thine assembly now I stand ; \n\nMy vows to thee I bring, \nObedient to thy great command, \nMy Saviour and my King. \n\n3 I stand before the sacred flood ; \n\nThy gracious words invite : \nHow poor an offering, O my God, \n1 make thee in this rite ! \n\n4 Thine ordinance, great Saviour, bless ; \n\nSupport me all my days ; \nMay 1 each gospel truth confess, \nAnd walk in all thy ways. \n\n802. C. M. Beddome. \nFollowing Christ. \n\n1 BURIED beneath the yielding wave \n\nThe great Redeemer lies ; \nFaith views him in the watery grave, \nAnd thence beholds him rise. \n\n2 Thus do his willing saints, to-day, \n\nTheir ardent zeal express, \nAnd, in the Lord\'s appointed way, \nFulfil all righteousness. \n\n3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, \n\nAnd would his cause maintain, \xe2\x80\x94 \nLike him be numbered with the dead, \nAnd with him rise and reign. \n\n4 His presence oft revives our hearts, \n\nAnd drives our fears away ; \nWhen he commands, and strength imparts, \nWe cheerfully obey. \n\n420 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n5 Now we, blest Saviour, would to thee \nOur grateful voices raise ; \nWashed in the fountain of thy blood, \nOur lives shall all be praise. \n\n8\xc2\xa93. C. M. S. F. Smith. \n\n8 elf- Consecration in Baptism. \n\n1 WHILE in this sacred rite of thine, \n\nWe yield our spirits now, \nShine o\'er the waters, Dove divinje, \nAnd seal the cheerful vow. \n\n2 All glory be to Him whose life \n\nFor ours was freely given, \nWho aids us in the spirit\'s strife, \nAnd makes us meet for heaven. \n\n3 To thee we gladly now resign \n\nOur life and all our powers ; \nAccept us hi this rite divine, \nAnd bless these hallowed hours. \n\n4 O, may we die to earth and sin, \n\nBeneath the mystic flood ; \nAnd when we rise, may we begin \nTo live anew for God. \n\n804. L. M. JUDSON. \n\nChrist\'s Example. \n\n1 OUR Saviour bowed beneath the wave, \nAnd meekly sought a watery grave : \nCome, see the sacred path he trod \xe2\x80\x94 \nA path well pleasing to our God. \n\n2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, \nAnd hither come to seek his face, \nTo do his will, to feel his love, \n\nAnd join our songs with songs above. \n\n3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine ! \n\nLet endless glories round him shine ; \nHigh o\'er the heavens forever reign, \nO Lamb of God, for sinners slain. \n\n421 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n805. L. M. Watts. \n\nBaptism an Emblem. \n\n1 DO we not know that solemn word, \nThat we are buried with the Lord? \nBaptized into his death, and then \nPut off the body of our sin ? \n\n2 Our souls receive diviner breath, \nRaised from corruption, guilt, and death; \nSo from the grave did Christ arise, \nAnd lives to God above the skies. \n\n3 No more let sin or Satan reign \nWithin onr mortal flesh again; \nThe various Insts we served before \nShall have dominion now no more. \n\n80\xc2\xa9. 8s & 7s. J. Fawcett. \n\nFollowing Christ. \n\n1 HUMBLE souls, who seek salvation \n\nThrough the Lamb\'s redeeming hlood, \nHear the voice of revelation ; \nTread the path that Jesus trod. \n\n2 Hear the blest Redeemer call you ; \n\nListen to his heavenly voice; \nDread no ills that can befall you, \n\nWhile you make his ways your choice. \n\n3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, \n\nFollow him without delay, \nGladly his command embracing; \nLo ! your Captain leads the way. \n\n807. L. M. Judson. \n\nThe Holy Spirit invoked. \n\n1 COME, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, \nOn these baptismal waters shine, \nAnd teach our hearts, in highest strain, \nTo praise the Lamb, for sinners slain. \n\n2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, \nAnd joyfully embrace thy cause ; \n\nWe love thy cross, the shame, the pain, \nO Lamb of God, for sinners slain. \n422 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n3 We sink beneath thy mystic flood ; \nO, bathe us in thy cleansing blood; \nWe die to sin, and seek a grave, \nWith thee, beneath the yielding wave. \n\n4 And as we rise, witli thee to live, \nO, let the Holy Spirit give \n\nThe sealing unction from above, \nThe breath of life, the fire of love. \n\n808. C. M. S. F. Smith. \n\nThe emblematic Dove. \n\n1 MEEKLY in Jordan\'s holy stream \n\nThe great Redeemer bowed; \nBright was the glory\'s sacred beam \nThat hushed the wondering crowd. \n\n2 Thus God descended to approve \n\nThe deed that Christ had done ; \nThus came the emblematic Dove, \nAnd hovered o\'er the Son. \n\n3 So, blessed Spirit, come to-day \n\nTo our baptismal scene: \nLet thoughts of earth be far away, \nAnd every mind serene. \n\n4 This day we give to holy joy; \n\nThis day to heaven belongs: \nRaised to new life, we will employ \nIn melody our tongues. \n\n809. S. M. Eng. Bap. Col. \n\nObeying Christ. \n\n1 HERE, Saviour, we would come, \n\nIn thine appointed way; \nObedient to thy high commands, \nOur solemn vows we pay. \n\n2 O, bless this sacred rite, \n\nTo bring us near to thee; \nAnd may we mid that as our day \nOur strength shall also be. \n\n423 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n810. C. M. S. F, Smith. \nBaptism of Christ. \n\n1 HOW calmly wakes the hallowed morn ! \n\nHow tranquil earth\'s repose ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nMeet emblem of the Sabbath morn, \nWhen, early, Jesus rose. \n\n2 How fair, along the rippling wave, \n\nThe radiant light is cast ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nA symbol of the mystic grave \n\nThrough which the Saviour passed. \n\n3 Around this scene of sacred love \n\nThe peace of heaven is shed : \nSo came the Spirit, like a dove, \nTo rest on Jesus\' head. \n\n4 Lord, meet us in this path of thine ; \n\nWe come thy rite to seal ; \nMove o\'er the waters, Dove divine, \nAnd all thy grace reveal. \n\n811. C. M. Eng. Bap. Col. \nBaptism an Act of Worship. \n\n1 \'TIS God the Father we adore \n\nIn this baptismal sign ; \n\'Tis he whose voice on Jordan\'s shore \nProclaimed the Son divine. \n\n2 The Father owned him ; let our breath, \n\nIn answering praise, ascend, \nAs in the image of his death \nWe own our heavenly Friend. \n\n3 We seek the consecrated grave \n\nAlong the path he trod : \nReceive us in the hallowed wave, \nThou holy Son of God. \n\n4 Let earth and heaven our zeal record, \n\nAnd future witness bear, \nThat we to Z ion\'s mighty Lord \nOur full allegiance swear. \n\n424 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n5 O that our conscious souls may own, \nWith joy\'s serene survey, \nInscribed upon his judgment throne, \nThe transcript of this day. \n\n812. C. M. J. Ryland. \n\nHinder me not. \n\n1 IN all my Lord\'s appointed ways \n\nMy journey I\'ll pursue ; \n" Hinder me not," ye much-loved saints, \nFor 1 must go with you. \n\n2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, \n\nI\'ll follow where he goes ; \n"Hinder me not," shall be my cry, \nThough earth and hell oppose. \n\n3 Through duties, and through trials too, \n\nI\'ll go at his command ; \n" Hinder me not ; " for I am bound \nTo my Immanuel\'s land. \n\n4 And, when my Saviour calls me home, \n\nStill this my cry shall be, \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Hinder me not ; " come, welcome, death ; \nI\'ll gladly go with thee. \n\nolo\xc2\xab L. M. Beddome. \n\nCordial Obedience. \n\n1 BLEST Saviour, we thy will obey : \n\nNot of constraint, but with delight, \nThy servants hither come to-day, \nTo honor thine appointed rite. \n\n2 Descend, descend, celestial Dove, \n\nOn these dear followers of the Lord ; \nExalted Head of all the church, \nThy promised aid to them afford. \n\n3 Let faith, assisted now by signs, \n\nThe wonders of thy love explore ; \n\nAnd, washed in thy redeeming blood, \n\nLet them depart, and sin no more. \n\n18* 425 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n814. H. M. Fellows, \n\nThe Holy Spirit sought. \n\n1 DESCEND, celestial Dove, \n\nAnd make thy presence known; \nReveal our Saviour\'s love, \n\nAnd seal us for thine own : \nUnblest by thee, I Nor can we e\'er \n\nOur works are vain ; | Acceptance gain* \n\n2 When our incarnate God, \n\nThe sovereign Prince of light, \nIn Jordan\'s swelling flood \n\nReceived the holy rite, \nIn open view I And, dove-like, flew \n\nThy form came down, | The King to crown. \n\n3 Continue still to shine, \n\nAnd fill us with thy fire : \nThis ordinance is thine ; \n\nDo thou our souls inspire : \nThou wilt attend I " Till time shall end," \nOn all thy sons : | Thy promise runs. \n\n815. 8s, 7s & 4. S. S. Cutting. \nChristian Profession. \n\n1 GRACIOUS Saviour, we adore thee ; \n\nPurchased by thy precious blood, \nWe present ourselves before thee, \nNow to walk the narrow road : \n\nSaviour, guide us \xe2\x80\x94 \nGuide us to our heavenly home. \n\n2 Thou didst mark our path of duty ; \n\nThou wast laid beneath the wave ; \nThou didst rise in glorious beauty \nFrom the semblance of the grave ; \n\nMay we follow \nIn the same delightful way. \n\nc?If>. L. M. Beddome. \n\nSpiritual Blessing desired. \n1 ETERNAL Spirit, heavenly Dove, \nOn these baptismal waters move, \nThat we, through energy divine, \nMay have the substance with the sign. \n\n426 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n\n\n2 All ye that love Immanuel\'s name, \nAnd long to feel th\' increasing flame, \n\'Tis you, ye children of the light, \nThe Spirit and the bride invite. \n\n\n\n817. 8s, 7s & 4. J. E. Giles. \n\nBuried with Christ by Baptism, \n\n1 THOU hast said, exalted Jesus, \n\n"Take thy cross and follow me ;" \nShall the word with terror seize us ? \nShall we from the burden flee ? \n\nLord, I\'ll take it, \nAnd, rejoicing, follow thee. \n\n2 While this liquid tomb surveying, \n\nEmblem of my Saviour\'s grave, \nShall 1 shun its brink, betraying \nFeelings worthy of a slave ? \n\nNo ! Fll enter : \nJesus entered Jordan\'s wave. \n\n3 Blest the sign which thus reminds me, \n\nSaviour, of thy love for me ; \nBut more blest the love that binds me \nIn its deathless bonds to thee : \n\nO, what pleasure, \nBuried with my Lord to be ! \n\n4 Should it rend some fond connection, \n\nShould I suffer shame or loss, \n\nYet the fragrant, blest reflection, \n\nI have been where Jesus was, \n\nWill revive me \nWhen I faint beneath the cross. \n\n5 Fellowship with him possessing, \n\nLet me die to earth and sin ; \nLet me rise t\' enjoy the blessing \nWhich the faithful soul shall win: \n\nMay 1 ever \nFollow where my Lord has been. \n\n427 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n818. S. M. S. F. Smith. \nThe Baptism of Christ. \n\n1 DOWN to the sacred wave \n\nThe Lord of life was led ; \nAnd he who came our souls to save \nIn Jordan ho wed his head. \n\n2 He taught the solemn way ; \n\nHe fixed the holy rite ; \nHe bade his ransomed ones obey, \nAnd keep the path of light \n\n3 Blest Saviour, we will tread \n\nIn thy appointed way ; \nLet glory o\'er these scenes be shed, \nAnd smile on us to-day. \n\n819. 8s & 7s. Fellows. \nFollowing Christ. \n\n1 JESUS, mighty King in Zion, \n\nThou alone our Guide shalt be : \nThy commission we rely on; \nWe would follow none but thee. \n\n2 As an emblem of thy passion, \n\nAnd thy victory o\'er the grave, \n\nWe, who know thy great salvation, \n\nAre baptized beneath the wave. \n\n3 Fearless of the world\'s despising, \n\nWe the ancient path pursue, \nBuried with our Lord, and rising \nTo a life divinely new. \n\n830. L. M. S. P. Hill. \n\nInvocation. \n\n1 COME, saints, adore your Saviour, God, \n\nWho led your willing footsteps here; \nWalk in the blessed paths he trod, \nNor duty dread, nor danger fear. \n\n2 Come, sacred Dove, in peace descend, \n\nAs once thou didst on Jordan\'s wave ; \nNow with this scene thine influence blend, \nAnd hover o\'er this solemn grave. \n\n428 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n821. S. M. L. H. SlGOURNEY \n\nDelight in Obedience. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, thy law we love, \n\nThy pure example bless, \nAnd, with a firm, unwavering zeal, \nWould in thy footsteps press. \n\n2 Not to the fiery pains \n\nBy which the martyrs bled ; \nNot to the scourge, the thorn, the cross. \nOur favored feet are led ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 But, at this peaceful tide, \n\nAssembled in thy fear, \nThe homage of obedient hearts \nWe humbly offer here. \n\n823. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nChristians buried and risen with Christ. \n\n1 BAPTIZED into our Saviour\'s death, \n\nOur souls to sin must die ; \nWith Christ our Lord we live anew, \nWith Christ ascend on high. \n\n2 There, by his Father\'s side he sits, \n\nEnthroned divinely fair, \nYet owns himself our Brother still, \nAnd our Forerunner there. \n\n3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise \n\nOn wings of faith and love ; \nAbove our choicest treasure lies, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd be our hearts above. \n\n4 But earth and sin will draw us down. \n\nWhen we attempt to fly ; \nLord, send thy strong, attractive power \nTo fix our souls on high. \n\n823. C. M. Eng. Bap. Col. \n\nSeparation from the World. \n1 O LORD, we in thy footsteps tread, \nWith joy thy cause maintain ; \nLike Jesus numbered with the dead, \nLike him we rise and reign. \n\n429 \n\n\n\nBAPTISM. \n\n2 Down to the hallowed grave we go, \n\nObedient to thy word; \n\'Tis thus the world around shall know \nWe\'re buried with the Lord. \n\n3 \'Tis thus we bid its pomps adieu, \n\nAnd boldly venture in : \nO, may we rise to live anew, \nAnd only die to sin. \n\n824. C. M. Jas. Newton. \n\nAfter Baptism. \n\n1 LET plenteous grace descend on those, \n\nWho, hoping in thy word, \nThis day have solemnly declared \nThat Jesus is their Lord. \n\n2 With cheerful feet may they advance, \n\nAnd run the Christian race, \nAnd, through the troubles of the way \nFind all-sufficient grace. \n\n3 Lord, plant us all into thy death, \n\nThat we thy life may prove \xe2\x80\x94 \nPartakers of thy cross beneath, \nAnd of thy crown above. \n\n82\xc2\xab5 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Doddridge. \n\nVows recognized. \n\n1 \'TTS done ; the great transaction \'s done ; \n\nI am my Lord\'s, and he is mine : \nHe drew me, and I followed on, \nRejoiced to own the call divine. \n\n2 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; \n\nFixed on this blissful centre, rest: \nHere have I found a nobler part ; \n\nHere heavenly pleasures till my breast \n\n3 High Heaven, that hears the solemn vow, \n\nThat vow renewed shall daily hear, \nTill in life\'s latest hour 1 bow, \n\nAnd bless in death a bond so dear. \n430 \n\n\n\nCHURCH FELLOWSHIP. \n\n826. L. M. Kelly. \n\nReceiving Members. \n\n1 COME in, thou blessed of the Lord; \n\nO, come in Jesus\' precious name ; \nWe welcome thee with one accord, \nAnd trust the Saviour does the same. \n\n2 Thy name, \'tis hoped, already stands \n\nWithin the book of life above ; \nAnd now to thine we join our hands, \nIn token of fraternal love. \n\n3 Those joys which earth cannot afford \n\nWe\'ll seek in fellowship to prove, \nJoined in one spirit to our Lord, \nTogether bound by mutual love. \n\n4 And while we pass this vale of tears, \n\nWe\'ll make our joys and sorrows known ; \nWe\'ll share each other\'s hop^s and fears, \nAnd count a brother\'s case our own. \n\n5 Once more our welcome we repeat ; \n\nReceive assurance of our love ; \nO, may we all together meet \nAround the throne of God above. \n\n\n\nSSy. C. M. Montgomery. \n\nA Welcome to Fellowship. \n\n1 COME in, thou blessed of the Lord: \n\nStranger nor foe art thou : \nWe welcome thee with warm accord, \nOur friend, our brother now. \n\n2 The hand of fellowship, the heart \n\nOf love, we offer thee : \nLeaving the world, thou dost but part \nFrom lies and vanity. \n\n3 The cup of blessing which we bless, \n\nThe heavenly bread we break, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur Saviour\'s blood and righteousness, -\xe2\x80\x94 \nFreely with us partake. \n\n431 \n\n\n\nCHURCH FELLOWSHIP. \n\n4 In weal or woe, in joy or care, \n\nThy portion shall be ours ; \nChristians their mutual burdens bear ; \nThey lend their mutual powers. \n\n5 Come with us ; we will do thee good, \n\nAs God to us hath done ; \nStand but in him, as those have stood, \nWhose faith the victory won. \n\n6 And when, by turns, we pass away, \n\nAs star by star grows dim, \n\nMay each, translated into day, \n\nBe lost, and found in liim. \n\n\n\n828. L, M. Newton. \n\nOn receiving new Members. \n\n1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, \n\nA hearty welcome here receive ; \nMay we together now partake \nThe joys which only he can give. \n\n2 May He, by whose kind care we meet, \n\nSend his good Spirit from above, \nMake our communications sweet, \n\nAnd cause our hearts to burn with love. \n\n3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, \n\nWhen Christians see each other thus; \nWe only wish to speak of him \nWho lived, and died, and reigns, for us. \n\n4 We\'ll talk of all he did, and said, \n\nAnd suffered, for us here below, \n\nThe path he marked for us to tread, \n\nAnd what he\'s doing for us now. \n\n5 Thus, as the moments pass away, \n\nWe\'ll love, and wonder, and adore, \nAnd long to see the glorious day, \nWhen we shall meet to part no more- \n\n432 \n\n\n\nCHURCH FELLOWSHIP. \n\no,*s*\xc2\xabP\xc2\xab L. M. Beddgme. \n\nAdmission of Members, \n\n1 BELIEVING souls, of Christ beloved, \n\nWho have yourselves to him resigned, \nYour faith and practice, both approved, \nA hearty welcome here shall find. \n\n2 Now saved from sin and Satan\'s wiles, \n\nThough by a scorning world abhorred, \nNow share with us the Saviour\'s smiles ; \nCome in, ye ransomed of the Lord. \n\n3 In fellowship we join our hands, \n\nAnd you an invitation give ; \nUnite with us in sacred bands ; \nThe pledges of our love receive. \n\n4 Do Thou, who art the church\'s Head, \n\nThis union with thy blessing crown ; \nAnd still, O Lord, revive the dead, \n\nTill thousands more thy name shall own. \n\n830. C. M. Beddome. \n\nThe Pledge of Fidelity. \n\n1 YE men and angels, witness now, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nBefore the Lord we speak ; \nTo him we make our solemn vow, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA vow we dare not break, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 That, long as life itself shall last, \n\nOurselves to Christ we yield ; \nNor from his cause will we depart, \nOr ever quit the field. \n\n3 We trust not in our native strength, \n\nBut on his grace rely ; \nMay he, with our returning wants, \nAll needful aid supply. \n\n4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright, \n\nAnd keep us in thy ways ; \nAnd, while we turn our vows to prayers, \nTurn thou our prayers to praise. \n19 433 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n831. L. M. Watts, \n\nThe Lord\'s Supper instituted. \n\n1 \'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night, \n\nWhen powers of* earth and hell arose \nAgainst the Son of" God\'s delight, \nAnd friends betrayed him to his foes, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Before the mournful scene began, \n\nHe took the bread, and blest, and brake ; \nWhat love through all his actions ran ! \n\nWhat wondrous words of grace he spake ! - \n\n3 " This is my body, broke for sin ; \n\nReceive and eat the living food;" \nThen took the cup, and blessed the wine ; \n" \'Tis the new covenant in my blood." \n\n4 " Do this," he cried, " till time shall end, \n\nIn memory of your dying Friend ; \nMeet at my table, and record \n\nThe love of your departed Lord." \n\n5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate ; \n\nWe show thy death, we sing thy name, \nTill thou return, and we shall eat \nThe marriage supper of the Lamb. \n\n\n\n833. S. M. Watts. \n\nCommunion with Christ \n\n1 JESUS invites his saints \n\nTo meet around his board; \nHere pardoned rebels sit, and hold \nCommunion with their Lord. \n\n2 This holy bread and wine \n\nMaintain our fainting breath, \nBy union with our living Lord, \nAnd interest in his death. \n\n434 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPrER. \n\n3 Let all our powers be joined \nHis glorious name to raise ; \nLet holy love fill every mind, \nAnd every voice be praise. \n\n833. L. M. Watts. \nChrist\'s Compassion celebrated. \n\n1 OUR spirits join to praise the Lamb ; \n\nthat our feeble lips could move \nIn strains immortal as his name, \n\nAnd melting as his dying love ! \n\n2 Was ever equal pity found ? \n\nThe Prince of heaven resigns his breath. \nAnd pours his life out on the ground, \nTo ransom guilty worms from death. \n\n3 In vain our mortal voices strive \n\nTo speak compassion so divine ; \nHad we a thousand lives to give, \n\nA thousand lives should all be thine. \n\n834. L. M. Watts. \nConsecration in View of the Cross. \n\n1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, \n\nOn which the Prince of glory died, \nMy richest gain I count but loss, \n\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride. \n\n2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, \n\nSave in the death of Christ, my God; \nAll the vain things that charm me most, \n\n1 sacrifice them to his blood. \n\n3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, \n\nSorrow and love flow mingled down : \nDid e\'er such love and sorrow meet, \nOr thorns compose so rich a crown ? \n\n4 Were all the realm of nature mine, \n\nThat were a present tar too small ; \nLove so amazing, so divine, \n\nDemands my soul, my life, my all. \n\n435 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n\xc2\xa735. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Gospel Feast. \n\n1 HOW sweet and awful is the place, \n\nWith Christ within the doors, \nWhile everlasting Love displays \nThe choicest of her stores ! \n\n2 While all our hearts, and every song, \n\nJoin to admire the feast, \nEach of us cries, with thankful tongue, \n" Lord, why was 1 a guest ? \n\n3 " Why was I made to hear thy voice, \n\nAnd enter while there\'s room, \nWhen thousands make a wretched choice, \nAnd rather starve than come ? " \n\n4 \'Twas the same love that spread the feast \n\nThat sweetly forced us in ; \nElse we had still refused to taste, \nAnd perished in our sin. \n\n5 Pity the nations, O our God ; \n\nConstrain the earth to come ; \nSend thy victorious word ahroad, \nAnd bring the strangers home. \n\n6 We long to see thy churches full, \n\nThat all the chosen race \nMay, with one voice, and heart, and soul, \nSing thy redeeming grace. \n\n83G. L. M. Watts. \n\nSufferings and Exaltation of Christ. \n\n1 NOW let our mournful songs record \nThe dying sorrows of our Lord, \nWhen he complained in tears and blood, \nLike one forsaken of his God. \n\n2 But God, his Father, heard his cry: \nRaised from the dead, he reigns on high; \nThe nations learn his righteousness, \nAnd humble sinners taste his grace. \n\n436 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPrER. \n\n837. C. M. J. Stennett. \nHumble Communion. \n\n1 LORD, at thy table we behold \n\nThe wonders of thy grace, \nBut most of all admire that we \nShould find a welcome place ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 We, who are all defiled with sin, \n\nAnd rebels to our God ; \nWe, who have crucified thy Son, \nAnd trampled on his blood. \n\n3 What strange, surprising grace is this, \n\nThat we, so lost, have room ! \nJesus our weary souls invites, \nAnd freely bids us come. \n\n4 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, \n\nJoin all your sacred powers : \nNo theme is like redeeming love ; \nNo Saviour is like ours. \n\n838. C. M. Watts. \nThe new Covenant sealed. \n\n1 " THE promise of my Father\'s love \n\nShall stand forever good," \nHe said, and gave his soul to death, \nAnd sealed the grace with blood. \n\n2 To this dear covenant of thy word \n\nI set my worthless name ; \nI seal the promise to my Lord, \nAnd make my humble claim. \n\n3 I call that legacy my own, \n\nWhich Jesus did bequeath ; \n\'Twas purchased with a dying groan, \nAnd ratified in death. \n\n4 The light and strength, the pardoning grace, \n\nAnd glory, shall be mine: \nMy life and soul, my heart and flesh, \nAnd all my powers, are thine. \n\n437 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n839. C. M. S. STENNETT. \n\nThe Body and Blood of Christ \n\n1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet, \n\nTo feed on food divine : \nThy body is the bread we eat, \nThy precious blood the wine. \n\n2 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow: \n\nO, what delightful food ! \nWe eat the bread, and drink the wine, \nBut think on nobler good. \n\n3 Deep was the suffering he endured \n\nUpon th\' accursed tree ; \n" For me," each welcome guest may say, \n" \'Twas all endured for me." \n\n4 Sure there was never love so free \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nDear Saviour, so divine : \nWell thou mayst claim that heart of me, \nWhich owes so much to thine. \n\n840. C. M. Watts. \n\nChrist\'s Compassion. \n\n1 HOW condescending and how kind \n\nWas God\'s eternal Son ! \nOur misery reached his heavenly mind, \nAnd pity brought him down. \n\n2 This was compassion like a God, \n\nThat, when the Saviour knew \nThe price of pardon was his blood, \nHis pity ne\'er withdre w. \n\n3 Here let our hearts begin to melt, \n\nWhile we his death record, \nAnd, with our joy for pardoned guilt, \nMourn that we pierced the Lord. \n\n841. C. M. Pratt\'s C(5l. \nMourning and Rejoicing. \n\n1 PREPARE us, Lord, to view thy cross, \nWho all our griefs hast borne ; \nTo look on thee, whom we have pierced, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo look on thee, and mourn, \n\n438 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n2 While thus we mourn, we would rejoice ; \nAnd, as thy cross we see, \nLet each exclaim, in faith and hope, \n" The Saviour died for me ! " \n\n\n\n842. C. M. B. W. Nokj.. \nRemembering Christ. \n\n1 IF human kindness meets return, \n\nAnd owns the grateful tie; \xe2\x80\x94 \nIf tender thoughts within us burn \nTo feel a friend is nigh ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 O, shall not warmer accents tell \n\nThe gratitude we owe \nTo Him who died our fears to quell, \nAnd save from endless woe ? \n\n3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed \n\nThose pangs he would not flee, \nWhat love his latest words displayed ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Meet and remember me." \n\n4 Remember thee ! thy death, thy shame, \n\nThe griefs which thou didst bear ! \nO memory, leave no other name \nBut his recorded there. \n\n843. lis. E. Y. Reese. \n\nRemembering Christ. \n\n! " DO this," and remember the blood that was shed, \nEre Calvary\'s Victim to slaughter was led, \nWhen, sad and forsaken, the garden alone \nGave ear to his sorrow, and echoed his moan. \n\n2 Remember the conflict with insult and scorn, \nThe robe of derision, the chaplet of thorn, \n\nThe sin-cleansing fountain that streamed from his side, \nWhen, " Father, forgive them," he uttered, and died. \n\n3 Remember that Victor o\'er death and the grave : \nHe liveth forever, his people to save : \n\nO, take with thanksgiving this pledge of his love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe foretaste of rapture eternal above. \n\n439 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n844. L. M. Krishna Pal. \nRemembering Christ. \n\n1 O THOU, my soul, forget no more \nThe Friend who all thy sorrows bore ; \nLet every idol be forgot ; \n\nBut, O my soul, forget him not. \n\n2 Renounce thy works and ways, with griefj \nAnd fly to this divine relief; \n\nNor Him forget, who left his throne, \nAnd for thy life gave up his own. \n\n3 Eternal truth and mercy shine \nlii him, and he himself is thine : \nAnd canst thou, then, with sin beset, \n\nSuch charms, such matchless charms, forget ? \n\n4 O, no ; till life itself depart, \n\nHis name shall cheer and warm my heart ; \nAnd, lisping this, from earth I\'ll rise, \nAnd join the chorus of the skies, \n\n845. L. M. Wattsw \n\nThe Memorials of Grrace. \n\n1 JESUS is gone above the skies, \n\nWhere our weak senses reach him not ; \nAnd carnal objects court our eyes, \n\nTo thrust our Saviour from our thought. \n\n2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, \n\nApt to forget his lovely face ; \nAnd, to refresh our minds, he gave \nThese kind memorials of his grace. \n\n3 Let sinful joys be all forgot, \n\nAnd earth grow less in our esteem, \nChrist and his love fill every thought, \nAnd faith and hope be fixed on him. \n\n4 While he is absent from our sight, \n\n\'Tis to prepare our souls a place, \nThat we may dwell in heavenly light, \nAnd live forever near his face. \n\n440 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n846. C. M. WARDLAW, \nRemembering Christ. \n\n1 REMEMBER thee, redeeming Lord ! \n\nWhile Memory holds her place, \nCan we forget the Prince of life, \nWho saves us by his grace ? \n\n2 The Lord of life, with glory crowned, \n\nOn heaven\'s exalted throne, \nRemembers those for whom, on earth, \nHe heaved his dying groan. \n\n3 His glory now no tongue of man \n\nOr seraph bright can tell : \nYet \'tis the chief of all his joys \nThat souls are saved from hell. \n\n4 For this he came and dwelt on earth ; \n\nFor this his life was given ; \nFor this he fought and vanquished death ; \nFor this he pleads in heaven. \n\n5 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky, \n\nYour grateful praise to give ; \nSing loud hosannas to the Lord, \nWho died that you might live. \n\n847. 7S. CONDER. \n\n77tfi Body and Blood of Christ, \n\n1 BREAD of heaven, on thee we feed, \nFor thy flesh is meat indeed ; \n\nEver let our souls be fed \nWith this true and living bread. \n\n2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies \nThis blest cup of sacrifice ; \n\nLord, thy wounds our healing give ; \nTo thy cross we look and live. \n\n3 Day by day with strength supplied, \nThrough the life of him who died, \nLord of life, O, let us be \nRooted, grafted, built on thee. \n\n19* 411 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n848. C. M. E. Taylor. \n\nChristian Fellowship. \n\n1 O, HERE, if ever, God of love, \n\nLet strife and hatred cease, \nAnd every heart harmonious move, \nAnd every thought be peace. \n\n2 Not here, where, met to think on Him \n\nWhose latest thoughts were ours, \nShall mortal passions come to dim \nThe prayer devotion pours. \n\n3 No, gracious 3Iaster, not in vain \n\nThy life of love hath been ; \nThe peace thou gav\'st may yet remain, \nThough thou no more art seen. \n\n4 " Thy kingdom come : " we watch, we wait \n\nTo hear thy cheering call, \nWhen heaven shall ope its glorious gate, \nAnd God be all in all. \n\n\n\n849. L. M. Watts. \n\nEnjoyment in the Service. \n\n1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone : \nLet my religious hours alone ; \n\n. Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ; \nI wait a visit, Lord, from thee. \n\n2 O, warm my heart with holy fire, \nAnd kindle there a pure desire : \nCome, sacred Spirit, from above, \nAnd fill my soul with heavenly love. \n\n3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare ! \nHow sweet thy entertainments are ! \nNe\'er did the angels taste above \nRedeeming grace and dying love. \n\n4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! \nIn thee thy Father\'s glories shine ; \nThy glorious name shall be adored, \nAnd every tongue confess *hee Lord. \n\n442 \n\n\n\nTHE LORD\'S SUPPER. \n\n850. C. M. Anon. \nComing to the Table of the Lord. \n\n1 LET vain pursuits and vain desires \n\nBe banished from the heart, \nThe Saviour\'s love fill every breast, \nAnd light and life impart. \n\n2 He knew how frail our nature is, \n\nOur souls how apt to stray ; \nHow much we need his gracious help \nTo keep us in the way ! \n\n3 These faithful pledges of his love \n\nHis mercy did ordain, \nTo bring refreshment to our souls, \nAnd faith and hope sustain. \n\n4 Since such his condescending grace, \n\nLet us, with hearts sincere, \nObedient to his holy will, \nHis table now draw near. \n\n5 And while we join to celebrate \n\nThe sufferings of our Lord, \nMay we receive new grace and power, \nT\' obey his holy word. \n\n851. C. M. Scotch Col. \nPraise to Christ. \n\n1 TO Him who loved the souls of men, \n\nAnd washed us in his blood, \nTo royal honors raised our head, \nAnd made us priests to God, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 To him let every tongue be praise, \n\nAnd every heart be love, \nAll grateful honors paid on earth, \nArid nobler songs above. \n\n443 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n85S8. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe great Commission. \n\n1 " GO, preach my gospel," saith the Lord : \n\n" Bid the whole earth my grace receive : \nHe shall be saved that trusts my word, \nAnd he condemned who\'ll not believe. \n\n2 " I\'ll make your great commission known ; \n\nAnd ye shall prove my gospel true, \nBy all the works that I have done, \nBy all the wonders ye shall do. \n\n3 " Teach all the nations my commands ; \n\nI\'m with you till the world shall end ; \nAll power is trusted in my hands ; \n1 can destroy, and I defend." \n\n4 He spake, and light shone round his head ; \n\nOn a bright cloud to heaven he rode : \nThey to the farthest nations spread \nThe grace of their ascended God. \n\n8H3. L. M. Watts. \n\nUniversal Reign of Christ. \n\n1 GREAT God, whose universal sway \nThe known and unknown worlds obey, \nNow give the kingdom to thy Son ; \nExtend his power, exalt his throne. \n\n2 As rain on meadows newly mown, \nSo shall he send his influence down ; \nHis grace on fainting souls distils, \nLike heavenly dew on thirsty hills. \n\n3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath \nThe shades of overspreading death, \nRevive at his first dawning light, \nAnd deserts blossom at the sight. \n\n4 The saints shall flourish in his days, \nDressed in the robes of joy and praise ; \nPeace, like a river, from his throne, \nShall flow to nations yet unknown. \n\n444 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS \n\n854. L. M. Watts. \nChrist\'s Kingdom among the Gentiles. \n\n1 JESUS shall reign where\'er the sun \nDoes his successive journeys run ; \n\nHis kingdom stretch from shore to shore \nTill moons shall wax and wane no more. \n\n2 For him shall endless prayer be made, \nAnd endless praises crown his head ; \nHis name, like sweet perfume, shall rise \nWith every morning sacrifice. \n\n3 People and realms of every tongue \nDwell on his love with sweetest song ; \nAnd infant voices shall proclaim \nTheir early blessings on his name. \n\n4 Blessings abound where\'er he reigns ; \nThe joyful prisoner bursts his chains ; \nThe weary find eternal rest, \n\nAnd all the sons of want are blest. \n\n5 Let every creature rise and bring \nPeculiar honors to our King; \nAngels descend with songs again, \nAnd earth repeat the loud Amen. \n\n855. L. M. Voke. \n\nMissions to the Heathen. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the heathen waits to know \nThe joy the gospel will bestow ; \n\nThe exiled captive to receive \nThe freedom Jesus has to give. \n\n2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, \nhi this blest labor share a part ; \n\nOur prayers and offerings gladly bring \nTo aid the triumphs of our King. \n\n3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, \nThat we have seen these latter days, \nWhen our Redeemer shall be known \nWhere Satan long hath held his throne. \n\n4 Where\'er his hand hath spread the skies, \nSweet incense to his name shall rise, \nAnd slave and freeman ; Greek and Jew, \nBy sovereign grace be formed anew. \n\n445 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n856. S. M. Eng. Epis. Col. \n\nPrayer for the Spread of the Gospel. \n\n1 O GOD, to earth incline, \n\nWith mercies from above, \nAnd let thy presence round us shine, \nWith beams of heavenly love. \n\n2 Through all the earth below \n\nThy ways of grace proclaim, \n\nTill distant nations hear and know \n\nThe Saviour\'s blessed name. \n\n3 Now let the world agree \n\nOne general voice to raise, \nTill all mankind present to thee \nTheir songs of grateful praise. \n\n4 O, let the nations round \n\nThen* cheerful powers employ, \nAnd earth\'s far-distant coasts resound \nWith shouts of sacred joy. \n\n5 Then earth, thy grace confessed, \n\nShall pour its fruits abroad : \nBy thee thy numerous church be blest, \nO Lord, our gracious God. \n\n6 Thy blessing shall extend, \n\nThy saving grace appear, \nAnd all, to earth\'s remotest end, \nThe Lord our Saviour fear. \n\n857. L. M. Anon. \nDivine Power supplicated. \n\n1 AWAKE, all-conquering Arm, awake, \nAnd Satan\'s mighty empire shake; \nAssert the honors of thy throne, \n\nAnd make this ruined world thy own. \n\n2 Thine all-successful power display ; \nConvert a nation in a day ; \n\nUntil the universe shall be \n\nBut one great temple, Lord, for thee. \n\n446 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n858. C. M. Lyte. \nPrayer for the Church. \n\n1 BE merciful to us, O God ; \n\nUpon thy people shine ; \nAnd spread thy saving truth abroad, \nTill all that live be thine. \n\n2 Give light and comfort to thine own; \n\nAnd let that light extend \nTill thy prevailing name be known \' \nTo earth\'s remotest end. \n\n3 Let all the people praise thee, Lord ; \n\nLet all their homage bring; \n\nFrom sea to sea be thou adored, \n\nRedeemer, Judge, and King. \n\n859. S. M. Village Hymns, \nPrayer for the World. \n\n1 O GOD of sovereign grace, \n\nWe bow before thy throne, \nAnd plead, for all the human race, \nThe merits of thy Son. \n\n2 Spread through the earth, O Lord, \n\nThe knowledge of thy ways, \n\nAnd let all lands with joy record \n\nThe great Redeemer\'s praise. \n\n86\xc2\xa9. L. M. Slinn \n\nPrayer for the Display of Power, \n\n1 ARISE in all thy splendor, Lord ; \nLet power attend thy gracious word ; \nUnveil the beauties of thy face, \nAnd show the glories of thy grace. \n\n2 Diffuse thy light and truth abroad, \nAnd be thou known th\' almighty God ; \nMake bare thine arm, thy power display, \nWhile truth and grace thy sceptre sway. \n\n3 Send forth thy messengers of peace ; \nMake Satan\'s reign and empire cease; \nLet thy salvation, Lord, be known, \nThat all the world thy power may own. \n\n447 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n861. L. M. Burder\'s Col. \nDivine Power supplicated. \n\n1 ARM of the Lord, awake, awake ; \nPut on thy strength, the nations shake ; \nNow let the world, adoring, see \nTriumphs of mercy wrought by thee, \n\n2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, \n" I am Jehovah, God alone : " \n\nThy voice their idols shall confound, \nAnd cast then* altars to the ground, \n\n3 Let Zion\'s time of favor come ; \n\nO, bring the tribes of Israel home : \nSoon may our wondering eyes behold \nGentiles and Jews in Jesus\' fold. \n\n4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim \nThrough every clime, of every name ; \nLet adverse powers before thee fall, \nAnd crown the Saviour Lord of ali. \n\n862. C. M. W. Ward. \nPrayer for the Success of the Gospel. \n\n1 GREAT God, the nations of the earth \n\nAre by creation thine ; \nAnd in thy works, by all beheld, \nThy radiant glories shine. \n\n2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent \n\nThy gospel to mankind, \nUnveiling what rich stores of grace \nAre treasured in thy mind. \n\n3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread \n\nThe spacious earth around, \nTill every tribe and every soul \nShall hear the joyful sound? \n\n4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt \n\nTo spread the gospel\'s rays, \nAnd build on sin\'s demolished throne \nThe temples of thy praise. \n448 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n563. H. M. Village Hymns. \n\nPrayer for the Heathen. \n\n1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above, \n\nAnd Lord of all below, \nThy faithfulness and love, \n\nThy power and mercy, show: \nFulfil thy word ; I Let heathen live, \nThy Spirit give ; | And praise the Lord. \n\n2 Few be the years that roll \n\nEre all shall worship thee ; \nThe travail of his soul \nSoon let the Saviour see : \n\nGod of grace, I Fill earth with joy, \nThy power employ ; | And heaven with praise. \n\n864. C. M. Gibbons. \n\nPrayer for the Success of Missions. \n\n1 LORD, send thy word, and let it fly, \n\nArmed with thy Spirit\'s power : \nTen thousands shall confess its sway, \nAnd bless the saving hour. \n\n2 Beneath the influence of thy grace \n\nThe barren wastes shall rise, \nWith sudden greens and fruits arrayed, \nA blooming paradise. \n\n3 True holiness shall strike its root \n\nIn each regenerate heart ; \nShall in a growth divine arise, \nAnd heavenly fruits impart. \n\n4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch \n\nHer wings from shore to shore ; \nNo trump shall rouse the rage of war, \nNor murderous cannon roar. \n\n5 Lord, for those days we wait ; those days \n\nAre in thy word foretold ; \nFly swifter, sun and stars, and bring \nThis promised age of gold. \n\n6 " Amen," with joy divine, let earth\'s \n\nUnnumbered myriads cry ; \n"Amen," with joy divine, let heaven\'s \nUnnumbered choirs reply. \n19* 449 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n865. L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nPrayer for the Heathen. \n\n1 SOVEREIGN of worlds, display thy power ; \nBe this thy Zion\'s favored hour: \n\nO, bid the morning star arise ; \nO, point the heathen to the skies. \n\n2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, \nIn western wilds and eastern plains ; \nFar let the gospel\'s sound be known ; \nMake thou the universe thine own. \n\n3 Speak, and the world shall hear thy voice ; \nSpeak, and the desert shall rejoice \xe2\x80\xa2. \nDispel the gloom of heathen night ; \n\nBid every nation hail the light \n\n86\xc2\xa9. C. M. S. F. Smith. \n\nHeralds of Mercy. \n\n1 MOST gracious to fulfil thy word, \n\nAlmighty to defend, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo reap thy ripened harvest, Lord, \nThy chosen servants send. \n\n2 Send to the east the valiant band ; \n\nSend to each distant pole ; \nSend to the west; o\'er every land \nSalvation\'s current roll. \n\n3 Heralds of peace, we come ! we come ! \n\nOn love\'s swift wings we fly ; \nYe dead in sin, O, live ; ye dumb, \nIn hallelujahs cry. \n\n4 O Zion, spread more wide thy tent ; \n\nStretch forth thy straining cords ; \nThe promise dawns ; the clouds are rent ; \nEarth, thou shalt be the Lord\'s. \n\n5 Haste, haste, ye years of toil and woe ; \n\nHeaven, earth, break forth and sing, \n" The kingdoms of the world are now \nThy conquest, peerless King." \n\n6 Amen, amen ; let echoing praise \n\nSwell like the sounding sea; \nTo God, to God, those rapturous lays, \nThat tide of praise, shall be. \n\n450 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n867. H. M. BlJRDER, \n\nPrayer for the Heathen. \n\n1 RISE, Sun of glory, rise, \n\nAnd chase the shades of night, \nWhich now obscure the skies, \n\nAnd hide thy sacred light : \nO, chase those dismal shades away, \nAnd bring the bright, millennial day ! \n\n2 Now send thy Spirit down \n\nOn all the nations, Lord, \nWith great success to crown \n\nThe preaching of thy word ; \nThat heathen lands may own thy sway, \nAnd cast their idol gods away. \n\n3 Then shall thy kingdom come \n\nAmong our fallen race, \nAnd all the earth become \nThe temple of thy grace ; \nWhence pure devotion shall ascend, \nAnd songs of praise, till time shall end. \n\n868. 8s, 7s & 4. J. Ryland, \nVictories of Christ. \n\n1 GIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour ; \n\nMake the word of truth thy car ; \nProsper in thy course, triumphant ; \nAll success attend thy war: \n\nGracious Victor, \nBring thy trophies from afar. \n\n2 Majesty combines with meekness, \n\nRighteousness and peace unite, \nTo insure thy blessed conquests ; \nTake possession of thy right : \n\nRide triumphant, \nDressed in robes of purest light. \n\n3 Blest are they that touch thy sceptre ; \n\nBlest are all that own thy reign ; \n\nFreed from sin, that worst of tyrants, \n\nRescued from its galling chain : \n\nSaints and angels, \nAll who know thee, bless thy reign. \n\n451 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n\xc2\xa7@9. L. M. Baco*. \n\nDiffusion of Gospel Light. \n\n1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath \nThe darkness of o\'erspreading death, \nGod will arise with light divine, \n\nOn Zion\'s holy towers to shine. \n\n2 That light shall beam o\'er distant lands, \nAnd heathen tribes, in joyful bands, \nCome with exulting haste to prove \nThe power and greatness of his love. \n\n3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace ; \nLet truth, and righteousness, and peace, \nIn mild and lovely forms, display \n\nThe glories of the latter day. \n\nS70. C. M. Burder\'s Col. \n\nPrayer for Christ 1 s Victory. \n\n1 JESUS, immortal King, arise ; \n\nAssert thy rightful sway ; \nTill earth, subdued, its tribute brings, \nAnd distant lands obey. \n\n2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride, \n\nTill all thy foes submit, \nAnd all the powers of hell resign \nTheir trophies at thy feet. \n\n3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly \n\nThis spacious earth around, \n\nTill every soul beneath the sun \n\nShall hear the joyful sound. \n\n4 O, may the great Redeemer\'s name \n\nThrough every clime be known, \nAnd heathen gods, forsaken, fall, \nAnd Jesus reign alone. \n\n5 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, \n\nMay Jesus be adored, \nAnd Earth, with all her millions, shout \nHosannas to the Lord. \n\n452 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n871. 8s & 7s. Urwick\'s Col. \nDesiring Christ\'s Triumph. \n\n1 O THOU Sun of glorious splendor, \n\nShine with healing in thy wing ; \nChase away these shades of darkness ; \nHoly light and comfort bring. \n\n2 Let the heralds of salvation \n\nRound the world with joy proclaim, \n" Death and hell are spoiled and vanquished \nThrough the great ImmanuePs name." \n\n3 Take thy power, almighty Saviour ; \n\nClaim the nations for thine own ; \nReign, thou Lord of life and glory, \nTill each heart becomes thy throne. \n\n4 Then the earth, o\'erspread with glory, \n\nDecked with heavenly splendor bright, \nShall be made Jehovah\'s dwelling \xe2\x80\x94 \nAs at first, the Lord\'s delight \n\n872. H. M. E. Scott. \nPrayer for Christ\'s Victory. \n\n1 ALL hail, incarnate God ! \n\nThe wondrous things foretold \nOf thee, in sacred writ, \n\nWith joy our eyes behold : \nStill doth thine arm I And monuments \nNew trophies wear, | Of glory rear, \n\n2 O, haste, victorious Prince, \n\nThat glorious, happy day, \nWhen souls, like drops of dew, \n\nShall own thy gentle sway : \nO, may it bless I And bear our shouts \nOur longing eyes, | Beyond the skies. \n\n3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! \n\nEternal be thy reign : \nBehold, the nations wait \n\nTo wear thy gentle chain : \nWhen earth and time | Thy throne shall stand \nAre known no more, | Forever sure. \n\n453 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n873* 7S. CONDER. \n\nThe Latter Day. \n\n1 HASTEN, Lord, thy promised hour; \nCome in glory and in power : \n\nStill thy foes are unsubdued ; \nNature sighs to be renewed. \n\n2 Time has nearly reached its sum ; \n\nAll things, with thy bride, say, " Come, \nJesus, whom all worlds adore, \nCome, and reign forevermore. \n\n\xc2\xa774. 8s, 7s & 4. Winchell\'s Six. \n\nInfluences of the Spirit. \n\n1 WHO but thou, almighty Spirit, \n\nCan the heathen world reclaim? \n\nMen may preach, but, till thou favor, \n\nHeathens still will be the same : \n\nMighty Spirit, \nWitness to the Saviour\'s name. \n\n2 Thou hast promised, by the prophets, \n\nGlorious light in latter days : \nCome, and bless bewildered nations ; \nChange our prayers and tears to praise : \n\nPromised Spirit, \nRound the world diffuse thy rays. \n\n3 All our hopes, and prayers, and labors, \n\nMust be vain without thy aid ; \n\nBut thou wilt not disappoint us ; \n\nAll is true that thou hast said : \n\nGracious Spirit, \nO\'er the world thy influence shed. \n\n875. C. M. Montgomery. \n\nPrayer for the Spirit. \n\n1 SPIRIT of power and might, behold \nA world by sin destroyed : \nCreator Spirit, as of old, \nMove on the formless void. \n\n454 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n2 Give tliou the Word : that healing sound \n\nShall quell the deadly strife, \nAnd earth again, like Eden crowned, \nBring forth the tree of life. \n\n3 If sang the morning stars for joy \n\nWhen nature rose to view, \nWhat strains will angel harps employ \nWhen thou shalt all renew ! \n\n4 And if the sons of God rejoice \n\nTo hear a Saviour\'s name, \nHow will the ransomed raise their voice, \nTo whom that Saviour came ! \n\n5 Lo ! every kindred, tongue, and tribe, \n\nAssembling round the throne, \nThe new creation shall ascribe \nTo sovereign love alone. \n\n87\xc2\xae. 6s & 4s. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nPrayer to the Trinity. \n\n1 THOU, whose almighty word \nChaos and darkness heard, \n\nAnd took their flight, \nHear us, we humbly pray, \nAnd where the gospel day \nSheds not its glorious ray, \n\n" Let there be light." \n\n2 Thou, who didst come to bring, \nOn thy redeeming wing, \n\nHealing and sight, \nHealth to the sick in mind, \nSight to the inly blind, \nO, now to all mankind \n\n" Let there be light." \n\n3 Spirit of truth and love, \nLife-giving, Holy Dove, \n\nSpeed forth thy flight; \nMove on the waters\' face, \nBearing the lamp of grace ; \nAnd in earth\'s darkest place \n\n" Let there be light." \n\n455 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n877. 8S, 7S & 4. T. COTTER1LL. \n\nPrayer for the Heathen. \n\n1 O\'ER the realms of pagan darkness \n\nLet the eye of pity gaze ; \nSee the kindreds of the people \nLost in sin\'s bewildering maze ; \n\nDarkness brooding \nO\'er the face of all the earth. \n\n2 Light of them that sit in darkness, \n\nRise and shine ; thy blessings bring : \nLight to lighten all the Gentiles, \nRise with healing in thy wing: \n\nTo thy brightness \nLet all kings and nations come. \n\n3 May the heathen, now adoring \n\nIdol gods of wood and stone, \nCome, and, worshipping before him, \nServe the living God alone : \n\nLet thy glory \nFill the earth as floods the sea. \n\n4 Thou, to whom all power is given, \n\nSpeak the word ; at thy command, \nLet the company of heralds \n\nSpread thy name from land to land ; \n\nLord, be with them, \nAlway, to the end of time. \n\n\n\n878. L. M. A. Balfour. \n\nHie Missionary charged and encouraged. \n\n1 GO, messenger of peace and love, \n\nTo people plunged in shades of night, \nLike angels sent from fields above, \nBe thine to shed celestial light \n\n2 On barren rock and desert isle, \n\nGo, bid the rose of Sharon bloom ; \nTill arid wastes around thee smile, \nAnd bear to heaven a sweet perfume. \n456 \n\n\n\nAMISSIONS. \n\n3 Go to the hungry \xe2\x80\x94 food impart ; \n\nTo paths of peace the wanderer guide ; \nAnd lead the thirsty, panting heart \nWhere streams of living water glide. \n\n4 Go, bid the bright and morning star \n\nFrom Bethlehem\'s plains resplendent shine, \nAnd, piercing through the gloom afar, \nShed heavenly light and love divine. \n\n5 O, faint not in the day of toil, \n\nWhen harvest waits the reaper\'s hand ; \nGo, gather in the glorious spoil, \nAnd joyous in his presence stand. \n\n6 Thy love a rich reward shall find \n\nFrom Him who sits enthroned on high ; \nFor they who turn the erring mind \nShall shine like stars above the sky. \n\n\n\n879. S. M. Wardlaw\'s Col. \n\nUniversal Extension of Christ\'s Kingdom. \n\n1 O LORD our God, arise, \n\nThe cause of Truth maintain, \nAnd wide o\'er all the peopled world \nExtend her blessed reign. \n\n2 Thou Prince of life, arise, \n\nNor let thy glory cease ; \nFar spread the conquests of thy grace, \nAnd bless the earth with peace. \n\n3 O Holy Spirit, rise, \n\nExpand thy heavenly wing, \nAnd o\'er a dark and ruined world \nLet light and order spring. \n\n4 O, all ye nations, rise ; \n\nTo God the Saviour sing ; \nFrom shore to shore, from earth to heaven, \nLet echoing anthems ring. \n\n20 457 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n880 \xe2\x80\xa2 7s. Marsden. \n\nThe Messengers of God. \n\n1 GO, ye messengers of God ; \n\nLike the beams of morning, fly; \nTake the wonder-working rod ; \nWave the banner-cross on high. \n\n2 Go to many a tropic isle, \n\nIn the bosom of the deep, \nWhere the skies forever smile, \nAnd tli\' oppressed forever weep. \n\n3 O\'er the pagan\'s night of care \n\nPour the living light of heaven ; \nChase away his wild despair ; \nBid him hope to be forgiven. \n\n4 Where the golden gates of day \n\nOpen on the palmy east, \nHigh the bleeding cross display, \nSpread the gospel\'s richest feast \n\n881. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly, \n\nDeparture of Missionaries. \n\n1 MEN of God, go take your stations ; \n\nDarkness reigns throughout the earth ; \nGo proclaim among the nations \nJoyful news of heavenly birth ; \n\nBear the tidings \nOf the Saviour\'s matchless worth. \n\n2 Of his gospel not ashamed, \n\nAs " the power of God to save," \n\nGo where Christ was never named, \n\nPublish freedom to the slave \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nBlessed freedom ! \nSuch as Zion\'s children have. \n\n3 When exposed to fearful dangers, \n\nJesus will his own defend ; \nBorne afar \'midst foes and strangers, \nJesus will appear your Friend; \n\nAnd his presence \nShall be with you to the end. \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n883. L. M. WlNCHELl/s SEL. \n\nMissionaries encouraged. \n\n1 YE Christian heralds \xe2\x80\x94 go, proclaim \nSalvation in lmmanuei\'s name ; \n\nTo distant climes the tidings bear, \nAnd plant the rose of Sharon there. \n\n2 He\'ll shield you with a wall of fire, \nWith holy zeal your hearts inspire, \nBid raging winds their fury cease, \nAnd calm the savage breast to peace. \n\n3 And when our labors all are o\'er, \nThen shall we meet to part no more \xe2\x80\x94 \nMeet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, \nAnd crown the Saviour Lord of all. \n\n883. 8S & 7S. L. H. SlGOURNEY. \n\nMissionaries charged. \n\n1 ONWARD, onward, men of heaven ; \n\nBear the gospel banner high ; \nRest not till its light is given \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nStar of every pagan sky : \nSend it where the pilgrim stranger \n\nFaints beneath the torrid ray ; \nBid the hardy forest-ranger \n\nHail it, ere he fades away. \n\n2 Where the Arctic Ocean thunders, \n\nWhere the tropics fiercely glow, \nBroadly spread its page of wonders, \n\nBrightly bid its radiance flow: \nIndia marks its lustre stealing ; \n\nShivering Greenland loves its rays ; \nAfric, \'mid her deserts kneeling, \n\nLifts the untaught strain of praise. \n\n3 Rude in speech, or wild in feature, \n\nDark in spirit, though they be, \nShow that light to every creature \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nPrince or vassal, bond or free : \nLo ! they haste to every nation ; \n\nHost on host the ranks supply: \nOnward ! Christ is your salvation, \n\nAnd your death is victory. \n\n459 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n884. 6s & 4s. Urwick\'s Col. \nThe Gospel preached to every Creature. \n\n1 SOUND, sound the truth abroad ; \nBear ye the word of God \n\nThrough the wide world ; \nTell what our Lord has done ; \nTell how the day is won, \nAnd from his lofty throne \n\nSatan is hurled. \n\n2 Swiftly, on wings of love, \nJesus, who reigns above, \n\nBids us to fly ; \nThey who his message bear \nShould neither doubt nor fear ; \nHe will then* Friend appeal* ; \n\nHe will be nigh. \n\n3 When on the mighty deep, \nHe will their spirits keep, \n\nStayed on his word ; \nWhen in a foreign land, \nNo other friend at hand, \nJesus will by them stand \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nJesus, their Lord. \n\n4 Ye who, forsaking all, \n\nAt your loved Master\'s call, \n\nComforts resign, \nSoon will your work be done ; \nSoon will the prize be won ; \nBrighter than yonder sun \n\nYe soon shall shine. \n\n885. C. M. Morell. \n\nMissionaries commended to God. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, condescend \nTo hear our fervent prayer, \nWhile these our brethren we commend \nTo thy paternal care. \n\n460 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n2 Before them set an open door ; \n\nTheir various efforts bless ; \nOn them thy Holy Spirit pour, \nAnd crown them with success. \n\n3 Endow them with a heavenly mind ; \n\nSupply then* every need ; \nMake them in spirit meek, resigned, \nBut bold in word and deed, \n\n4 In every tempting, trying hour, \n\nUphold them by thy grace, \nAnd guard them by thy mighty power, \nTill they shall end their race. \n\n5 Then, followed by a numerous train, \n\nGathered from heathen lands, \n\nA crown of life may they obtain \n\nFrom their Redeemer\'s hands. \n\n\n\n886* C. M. Anon. \n\nMissionaries\' Farewell. \n\n1 KINDRED, and friends, and native land, \n\nHow shall we say, " Farewell " ? \nHow, \xe2\x80\x94 when our swelling sails expand, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHow will our bosoms swell ! \n\n2 Yes, nature, all thy soft delights \n\nAnd tender ties we know ; \nBut love more strong than death unites \nTo Him that bids us go. \n\n3 Thus, when, our every passion moved, \n\nThe gushing tear-drop starts, \n\nThe cause of Jesus, more beloved, \n\nShall glow within our hearts. \n\n4 The sighs we breathe for precious souls, \n\nWhere he is yet unknown, \nMight waft us to the distant poles, \nOr to the burning zone. \n\n5 With warm desire our bosoms swell, \n\nOur glowing powers expand ; \n"Farewell," then we can say, "farewell, \nOur friends, our native land." \n\n461 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n887. S. M. voke. \n\nMissionaries encouraged. \n\n1 YE messengers of Christ, \n\nHis sovereign voice obey ; \nArise and follow where he leads, \nAnd peace attend your way. \n\n2 The Master whom you serve \n\nWill needful strength bestow : \nDepending on his promised aid, \nWith sacred courage go. \n\n3 Go, spread the Saviour\'s name ; \n\nGo, tell his matchless grace ; \nProclaim salvation, full and free, \nTo Adam\'s guilty race. \n\n4 We wish you, in his name, \n\nThe most divine success, \nAssured that he who sends you forth \nWill your endeavors bless. \n\n888. C. M. Morell. \nFidelity enjoined, \n\n1 GO, and the Saviour\'s grace proclaim, \n\nYe favored men of God ; \nGo, publish, through Immanuel\'s name, \nSalvation bought with blood. \n\n2 Go, with determined courage go, \n\nAnd armed with power divine ; \nYour God will needful strength bestow, \nAnd on your labors shine. \n\n3 He who has called you to the war \n\nWill soon reward your pains ; \nBefore Messiah\'s conquering car \nShall mountains sink to plains. \n\n4 Shrink not, though earth and hell oppose, \n\nBut plead your Master\'s cause, \nAssured that e\'en your mightiest foes \nShall bow before his cross. \n\n462 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n889. 8s, 7s & 4. S. F. Smith. \n\nThe Missionary\'s Farewell. \n\n1 YES, my native land, I love thee ; \n\nAll thy scenes, I love them well: \nFriends, connections, happy country, \nCan 1 bid you all farewell? \n\nCan I leave you, \nFar in heathen lands to dwell ? \n\n2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nJoys no stranger-heart can tell : \nHappy home, indeed I love thee : \nCan I, can 1 say, " Farewell " ? \n\nCan 1 leave thee, \nFar in heathen lands to dwell ? \n\n3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure^ \n\nHoly days and Sabbath bell, \nRichest, brightest, sweetest treasure, \nCan 1 say a last farewell ? \n\nCan i leave you, \nFar in heathen lands to dwell ? \n\n4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFrom the scenes I loved so well : \nFar away, ye billows, bear me: \nLovely, native land, farewell: \n\nPleased I leave thee, \nFar in heathen lands to dwell. \n\n5 In the deserts let me labor ; \n\nOn the mountains let me tell \nHow he died \xe2\x80\x94 the blessed Saviour \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo redeem a world from hell : \n\nLet me hasten, \nFar in heathen lands to dwell. \n\n6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; \n\nLet the winds rny canvass swell: \nHeaves my heart with warm emotion, \nWhile I go far hence to dwell : \n\nGlad I bid thee, \nNative land, farewell, farewell. \n463 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n\xc2\xa790. 7s & 6s. Noel\'s Col. \n\nDeparture of Missionaries. \n\n1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean ; \n\nAnd, as thy billows flow, \nBear messengers of mercy \nTo every land below. \n\n2 Arise, ye gales, and waft them \n\nSafe to the destined shore, \nThat man may sit in darkness \nAnd death\'s deep shade no more. \n\n3 O thou eternal Ruler, \n\nWho h oldest in thine arm \nThe tempests of the ocean, \nProtect them from all harm. \n\n4 O, be thy presence with them, \n\nWherever they may be ; \nThough far from us who love them, \nO, be they still with thee. \n\n891. 8s, 7s & 4. P. Williams, \n\nDesiring the Spread of the Gospel. \n\n1 O\'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, \n\nLook, my soul, be still and gaze ; \nSee the promises advancing \nTo a glorious day of grace : \n\nBlessed jubilee, \nLet thy glorious morning dawn. \n\n2 Let the dark, benighted pagan, \n\nLet the rude barbarian, see \nThat divine and glorious conquest \nOnce obtained on Calvary : \n\nLet the gospel \nLoud resound, from pole to pole. \n\n3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, \n\nGrant them, Lord, the glorious light ; \nNow, from eastern coast to western, \nMay the morning chase the night : \n\nLet redemption, \nFreely purchased, win the day. \n\n464 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ; \nWin and conquer \xe2\x80\x94 never cease \nMay thy lasting, wide dominions \nMultiply, and still increase : \n\nSway thy sceptre, \nSaviour, all the world around. \n\n893. 7s & 5s. S. F. Smith. \n\nThe missionary Angel. \n\n1 ONWARD speed thy conquering flight ; \n\nAngel, onward speed ; \nCast abroad thy radiant light, \n\nBid the shades recede ; \nTread the idols in the dust, \n\nHeathen fanes destroy, \nSpread the gospel\'s holy trust, \n\nSpread the gospel\'s joy. \n\n2 Onward speed thy conquering flight ; \n\nAngel, onward haste ; \nQuickly on each mountain\'s height \n\nBe thy standard placed ; \nLet thy blissful tidings float \n\nFar o\'er vale and hill, \nTill the sweetly-echoing note \n\nEvery bosom thrill. \n\n3 Onward speed thy conquering flight ; \n\nAngel, onward fly ; \nLong has been the reign of night ; \n\nBring the morning nigh : \n\'Tis to thee the heathen lift \n\nThen* imploring wail ; \nBear them Heaven\'s holy gift, \n\nEre then courage fail. \n\n4 Onward speed thy conquering flight ; \n\nAngel, onward speed ; \nMorning bursts upon our sight \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\'Tis the time decreed : \nJesus now his kingdom takes, \n\nThrones and empires fall, \nAnd the joyous song awakes, \n\n"God is all in all." \n\n20* 465 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n893. 7S. Bo WRING. \n\nReport of the Watchman. \n\n1 WATCHMAN ! tell us of the night, \n\nWhat its signs of promise are. \nTraveller ! o\'er yon mountain\'s height, \nSee that glory- beaming star. \n\n2 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray \n\nAught of hope or joy foretell ? \nTraveller! yes; it brings the day, \nPromised day of Israel. \n\n3 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; \n\nHigher yet that star ascends. \nTraveller ! blessedness and light, \nPeace and truth, its course portends. \n\n4 Watchman ! will its beams alone \n\nGild the spot that gave them birth ? \nTraveller ! ages are its own ; \nSee, it bursts o\'er all the earth. \n\n5 Watchman ! tell us of the night, \n\nFor the morning seems to dawn. \n\nTraveller ! darkness takes its flight ; \n\nDoubt and terror are withdrawn. \n\n6 Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; \n\nHie thee to thy quiet home. \nTraveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, \nLo ! the Son of God, is come. \n\n894: \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Montgomery. \n\nReturning to Zion. \n\n1 DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust \n\nExalt thy fallen head ; \nAgain in thy Redeemer trust ; \nHe calls thee from the dead. \n\n2 Awake, awake ; put on thy strength, \n\nThy beautiful array ; \nThe day of freedom dawns at length, \nThe Lord\'s appointed day. \n466 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, \n\nAnd send thy heralds forth ; \nSay to the south, " Give up thy charge," \nAnd, " Keep not back, O north." \n\n4 They come ! they come ! thine exiled bands, \n\nWhere\'er they rest or roam, \nHave heard thy voice in distant lands, \nAnd hasten to their home. \n\n5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, \n\nAnd God his works destroy, \nWith songs thy ransomed shall return, \nAnd everlasting joy. \n\n895. C. M. Watts. \n\nZion\'s Prospects. \n\n1 LET Zion and her sons rejoice ; \n\nBehold the promised hour; \nHer God hath heard her mourning voice, \nAnd comes tf exalt his power. \n\n2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, \n\nAre precious in his eyes ; \nThese ruins shall be built again, \nAnd all that dust shall rise. \n\n3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, \n\nAnd stand in glory there ; \nAll nations bow before his name, \nAnd kings attend with fear. \n\n4 He sits, a Sovereign, on his throne, \n\nWith pity in his eyes ; \nHe hears the dying prisoners\' groan, \nAnd sees their sighs arise. \n\n5 He frees the soul condemned to death ; \n\nNor, when his saints complain, \nShall it be said that praying breath \nWas ever spent in vain. \n\n6 This shall be known when we are dead* \n\nAnd left on long record, \nThat ages yet unborn may read, \nAnd praise and trust the Lord. \n\n467 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n896. L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nZion encouraged. \n\n1 ZION, awake ; thy strength renew ; \nPut on thy robes of beauteous hue ; \nChurch of our God, arise and shine, \nBright with the beams of truth divine. \n\n2 Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, \nWide as the heathen nations are ; \nGentiles and kings thy light shall view ; \nAll shall admire and love thee too. \n\n8f$7\xc2\xab H. M. Doddridge. \n\nZion\'s Prosperity. \n\n1 O ZION, tune thy voice, \n\nAnd raise thy hands on high ; \nTell all the earth thy joys, \n\nAnd boast salvation nigh ; \nCheerful in God, I While rays divine \nArise and shine, | Stream far abroad. \n\n2 He gilds thy mourning face \n\nWith beams that cannot fade ; \nHis all-resplendent grace \n\nHe pours around thy head , \nThe nations round I With lustre new \nThy form shall view, | Divinely crowned. \n\n3 In honor to his name, \n\nReflect that sacred light, \nAnd loud that grace proclaim \n\nWhich makes thy darkness bright ; \nPursue his praise, I In worlds above \nTill sovereign love | The glory raise. \n\n4 There, on his holy hill, \n\nA brighter Sun shall rise, \nAnd with his radiance fill \nThose fairer, purer skies ; \nWhile, round his throne, I In nobler spheres \nTen thousand stars | His influence own. \n\n468 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n898. C, M. Watts. \nPrayer for the Enlargement of the Church. \n\n1 SHINE, mighty God, on Zion shine, \n\nWith beams of heavenly grace ; \nReveal thy power through every land, \nAnd show thy smiling face. \n\n2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, \n\nSound through the earth abroad, \nAnd distant nations know and love \nTheir Saviour and their God ? \n\n3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands ; \n\nSing loud, with joyful voice ; \nLet every tongue exalt his praise, \nAnd every heart rejoice. \n\n899. C. M. Logan, \nThe Glory of the latter Day. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord, \n\nIn latter days, shall rise \nAbove the mountains and the hills, \nAnd draw the wondering eyes. \n\n2 To this the joyful nations round, \n\nAll tribes and tongues, shall flow : \n"Up to the hill of God," they say, \n" And to his house, we\'ll go." \n\n3 The beam that shines on Zion\'s hill \n\nShall lighten every land : \nThe King who reigns in Zion\'s towers \nShall all the world command. \n\n4 No strife shall vex Messiah\'s reign, \n\nOr mar the peaceful years ; \nTo ploughshares men shall beat their swords \nTo pruning-hooks then* spears. \n\n5 Come, then, O, come from every land, \n\nTo worship at his shrine ; \nAnd, walking in the light of God, \nWith holy beauty shine. \n\n469 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n900. 10s. Pope. \nGentiles coming into the Church. \n\n1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise ; \nExalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes; \nSee heaven its sparkling portals wide display, \nAnd break upon thee in a flood of day. \n\n2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; \nSee future sons and daughters, yet unborn, \nIn crowding ranks on every side arise, \nDemanding life, impatient for the skies. \n\n3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, \nWalk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; \n\nSee thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, \nWhile every land its joyous tribute brings. \n\n4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, \nRocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; \nRut, fixed his word, his saving power remains; \nThy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. \n\n901. 6, 7s & 8. H. Y. \n\nTJie Gospel Summons. \n\n1 IIARK! hark! a shout of joy! \n\nThe world, the world, is calling; \nIn east and west, in north and south, \nSee Satan\'s kingdom falling. \n\n2 Wake ! wake ! the church of God, \n\nAnd dissipate thy slumbers; \nShake off thy deadly apathy, \nAnd marshal ail thy numbers. \n\n3 Trust, trust the faithful God ; \n\nHis promise is unfailing; \nThe prayer of faith can pierce the skies ; \nIts breath is all-prevailing* \n\n4 Look! look! the fields are white; \n\nAnd stay thy hand no longer ; \nThough Satan\'s mighty legions fight, \nThe arm of God is stronger. \n\n470 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n5 See ! see ! the cross is raised ; \n\nThe crescent droops before it ; \n\nThe pagan nations feel its power, \n\nAnd prostrate ranks adore it. \n\n6 Joy! joy! the Saviour reigns; \n\nSee prophecy fulfilling; \nThe hearts of stubborn Jews relent, \nIn God\'s own time made willing. \n\n7 Pray ! pray ! then, Christian, pray ; \n\nThough faint, be yet pursuing, \nAnd cease not, day by day, the prayer \nOf lively faith renewing. \n\n8 Soon, soon your waiting eyes \n\nShall see the heavens rending, \nAnd rich and richer blessings still \nFrom God\'s bright throne descending. \n\n90S. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nZion encouraged. \n\n1 ON the mountain\'s top appearing, \n\nLo ! the sacred herald stands, \nWelcome news to Zion bearing \xe2\x80\x94 \nZion, long in hostile lands: \n\nMourning captive, \nGod himself will loose thy bands. \n\n2 Has thy night been long and mournful? \n\nHave thy friends unfaithful proved ? \nHave thy foes been proud and scornful, \nBy thy sighs and tears unmoved ? \n\nCease thy mourning ; \nZion still is well beloved. \n\n3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; \n\nHe himself appears thy Friend ; \nAll thy foes shall flee before thee ; \nHere their boasts and triumphs end : \n\nGreat deliverance \nZion\'s King will surely send. \n\n4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; \n\nAll thy warfare now be past; \nGod thy Saviour will defend thee ; \nVictory is thine at last : \n\nAll thy conflicts \nEnd in everlasting rest \n\n471 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n903. L. M. Ch. Psalmody. \n\nSubjection of the Nations to Christ prayed for. \n\n1 SOON may the last, glad song arise, \nThrough all the myriads of the skies \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat song of triumph which records \nThat all the earth is now the Lord\'s. \n\n2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms, be \nObedient, mighty God, to thee ; \n\nAnd over land, and stream, and main, \nNow wave the sceptre of thy reign. \n\n3 O, let that glorious anthem swell ; \nLet host to host the triumph tell, \nThat not one rebel heart remains, \nBut over all the Saviour reigns. \n\n9\xc2\xa94. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. \n\nEncouraging Prospects. \n\n1 YES, we trust the day is breaking ; \n\nJoyful times are near at hand ; \nGod, the mighty God, is speaking, \nBy his word, in every land : \n\nWhen he chooses, \nDarkness flies at his command. \n\n2 While the foe becomes more daring, \n\nWhile he enters like a flood, \nGod, the Saviour, is preparing \nMeans to spread his truth abroad : \n\nEvery language \nSoon shaU tell the love of God. \n\n3 O, \'tis pleasant, \'tis reviving \n\nTo our hearts, to hear, each day \nJoyful news, from far arriving, \nHow the gospel wins its way, \n\nThose enlightening \nWho in death and darkness lay. \n\n4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, \n\nLet thy people see thy hand ; \nLet the gospel be victorious, \n\nThrough the world, in every land ; \n\nThen shall idols \nPerish, Lord, at thy command. \n472 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS, \n\n905. C. M. Watts. \n\nKingdom of Christ among Men, \n\n1 LO ! what a glorious sight appears \n\nTo our believing eyes ! \nThe earth and seas are passed away, \nAnd fled the rolling skies. \n\n2 From highest heaven, where God resides. \n\nThat holy, happy place, \nThe new Jerusalem comes down, \nAdorned with shining grace. \n\n3 Attending angels shout for joy, \n\nAnd heavenly armies sing, \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Ye saints, behold the sacred seat \nOf your descending King. \n\n4 " The God of glory down to men \n\nRemoves his blest abode, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHis saints the objects of his grace, \nAnd he then* faithful God* \n\n5 " His own soft hand shall wipe the tears \n\nFrom every weeping eye ; \nAnd pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, \nAnd death itself, shall die." \n\n6 How long, dear Saviour, O, how long \n\nShall this bright hour delay ? \nFly swifter round, ye wheels of time, \nAnd bring the welcome day. \n\n90\xc2\xa9. 12s, 11 & 8. S. F. Smith. \n\nThe Prince of Salvation. \n\n1 THE Prince of salvation in triumph is riding, \n\nAnd glory attends him along his bright way ; \n\nThe tidings of grace on the breezes are gliding, \n\nAnd nations are owning his sway. \n\n2 Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour ; \n\nLet thousands of thousands submit to thy reign, \nAcknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, \nAnd follow thy glorious train. \n\n3 Then loud shall ascend, from each sanctified nation, \n\nThe voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise ; \nAnd heaven shall reecho the song of salvation, \nIn rich and melodious lays. \n20* 473 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n907. 7s & 6s. Anon. \n\nUniversal Hallelujah. \n\n1 WHEN shall the voice of singing \n\nFlow joyfully along ? \nWhen hill and valley, ringing \n\nWith one triumphant song, \nProclaim the contest ended, \n\nAnd Him, who once was slain, \nAgain to earth descended, \n\nIn righteousness to reign ? \n\n2 Then from the craggy mountains \n\nThe sacred shout shall fly, \nAnd shady vales and fountains \n\nShall echo the reply: \nHigh tower and lowly dwelling \n\nShall send the chorus round, \nThe hallelujah swelling \n\nIn one eternal sound. \n\n\n\n90S. H. M. Anon. \n\nMillennium Hymn. \n\n1 ISLES of the south, awake ! \n\nThe song of triumph sing; \nLet mount, and hill, and vale, \n\nWith hallelujahs ring: \nShout, for the idol \'s overthrown, \nAnd Israel\'s God is God alone. \n\n2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout ! \n\nYour shackled sons are free ; \nNo mother wails her child \n\n\'Neath the banana-tree: \nNo slave-ship dashes on thy shore ; \nThe clank of chains is heard no more. \n\n3 Shout, vales of India, shout! \n\nNo funeral fires blaze high ; \nNo idol song rings loud, \nAs rolls the death-car by : \nThe banner of the cross now waves \nWhere Christian heralds made their graves. \n\n474 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n4 Shout, rocky hills of Greece! \n\nThe crescent head lies low; \nNo Moslem flings his chain \n\nAround the Christian now ; \nBut Greek and Moslem join in one \nTo praise the Saviour, God the Son. \n\n5 Shout, hills of Palestine ! \n\nHave you forgot the groan, \nThe spear, the thorn, the cross, \n\nThe wine-press trod alone, \nThe dying prayer that rose from thee, \nThou garden of Gethsemane ? \n\n6 Hail, glad, millennial day ! \n\nO, shout, ye heavens above ! \nTo-day the nations sing \n\nThe song, redeeming love : \nRedeeming love the song shall be : \nHail, blessed year of jubilee ! \n\n909* L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nGlory of the latter Day. \n\n1 ARISE, arise; with joy survey \nThe glory of the latter day : \nAlready is the dawn begun \nWhich marks at hand a rising sun. \n\n2 " Behold the way," ye heralds, cry ; \nSpare not, but lilt your voices high ; \nConvey the sound from pole to pole, \n" Glad tidings " to the captive soul. \n\n3 " Behold the way to Zion\'s hill, \nWhere Israel\'s God delights to dwell : \nHe fixes there his lofty throne, \n\nAnd calls the sacred place his own." \n\n4 The north gives up ; the south no more \nKeeps back her consecrated store ; \nFrom east to west the message runs, \nAnd either India yields her sons. \n\n5 Auspicious dawn, thy rising ray \nWith joy we view, and hail the day: \nGreat Sun of Righteousness, arise, \nAnd fill the world with glad surprise. \n\n475 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n9l\xc2\xa9\xc2\xab 7s & 6s. Montgomery. \n\nBlessings of Christ\'s Kingdom. \n\n1 HAIL to the Lord\'s Anointed, \n\nGreat David\'s greater Son ! \nHail, in the time appointed, \n\nHis reign on earth begun ! \nHe comes to break oppression. \n\nTo set the captive free, \nTo take away transgression, \n\nAnd rule in equity. \n\n2 He comes, with succor speedy, \n\nTo those who suffer wrong ; \nTo help the poor and needy, \n\nAnd bid the weak be strong ; \nTo give them songs for sighing, \n\nThen darkness turn to light, \nWhose souls, condemned and dying, \n\nWere precious in his sight. \n\n3 He shall descend like showers \n\nUpon the fruitful earth, \nAnd love and joy, like flowers, \n\nSpring in liis path to birth ; \nBefore him, on the mountains, \n\nShall peace, the herald, go ; \nAnd righteousness, in fountains, \n\nFrom hill to valley flow. \n\n4 For him shall prayer unceasing \n\nAnd daily vows ascend, \nHis kingdom still increasing \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA kingdom without end: \nThe tide of time shall never \n\nHis covenant remove : \nHis name shall stand forever ; \n\nThat name to us is love. \n\n911* L. M. Watts. \n\nThe seventh Trumpet. \n1 NOW let the angel sound on high ; \nLet shouts be heard through all the sky ; \nKings of the earth, with glad accord, \nGive up your kingdoms to the Lord. \n476 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n\n\n2 Almighty God, thy power assume, \nWho wast, and art, and art to come ; \nJesus, the Lamb, that once was slain, \nForever live, forever reign. \n\n\n\n912. 7s & 6s. S. F. Smith. \n\nSuccess of Vie Gospel. \n\n1 THE morning light is breaking ; \n\nThe darkness disappears ; \xe2\x80\xa2 \nThe sons of earth are waking \n\nTo penitential tears : \nEach breeze that sweeps the ocean \n\nBrings tidings from afar \nOf nations in commotion, \n\nPrepared for Zion\'s war. \n\n2 Rich dews of grace come o\'er us, \n\nIn many a gentle shower, \nAnd brighter scenes before us \n\nAre opening every hour : \nEach cry, to heaven going, \n\nAbundant answers brings, \nAnd heavenly gales are blowing, \n\nWith peace upon their wings. \n\n3 See heathen nations bending \n\nBefore the God we love, \nAnd thousand hearts ascending \n\nIn gratitude above ; \nWhile sinners, now confessing, \n\nThe gospel call obey, \nAnd seek the Saviour\'s blessing, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA nation in a day. \n\n4 Blest river of salvation, \n\nPursue thy onward way ; \nFlow thou to every nation, \n\nNor in thy richness stay : \nStay not till all the lowly \n\nTriumphant reach their home ; \nStay not till all the holy \n\nProclaim, " The Lord is come." \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n913. L. P. M. Watts. \nPrayer for the Heathen. \n\n1 LET all the earth their voices raise, \nTo sing the choicest psalm of praise, \n\nTo sing and bless Jehovah\'s name : \nHis glory let the heathen know, \nHis wonders to the nations show, \n\nAnd all his saving works proclaim. \n\n2 He framed the globe ; he built the sky ; \nHe made the shining worlds on high, \n\nAnd reigns complete in glory there : \nHis beams are majesty and light ; \nHis beauties, how divinely bright I \n\nHis temple, how divinely fair I \n\n3 Come, the great day, the glorious hour, \nWhen earth shall feel his saving power, \n\nAnd barbarous nations fear his name : \nThen shall the race of men confess \nThe beauty of his holiness, \n\nAnd in his courts his grace proclaim. \n\n914. L. M. COLLYER. \n\nMissionary Meeting. \n\n1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command, \nBefore thy face, dread King, we stand 2 \nThe voice that marshalled every star \nHas called thy people from afar. \n\n2 We meet through distant lands to spread \nThe truth for which the martyrs bled ; \nAlong the line \xe2\x80\x94 to either pole \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe anthem of thy praise to roil. \n\n3 Our prayers assist ; accept our praise ; \nOur hopes revive ; our courage raise ; \nOur counsels aid ; to each impart \nThe single eye, the faithful heart. \n\n4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come ; \nRecall the wandering spirits home : \nFrom Zion\'s mount send forth the sound, \nTo spread the spacious earth around. \n\n478 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n915* 7s. Bacon, \n\nThe Song of Jubilee. \n\n1 WAKE the song of jubilee ; \nLet it echo o\'er the sea : \n\nNow is come the promised liour ; \nJesus reigns with sovereign power. \n\n2 All ye nations, join and sing, \n\n" Christ, of lords and kings, is King:" \nLet it sound from shore to shore ; \nJesus reigns forevermore. \n\n3 Now the desert lands rejoice, \nAnd the islands join their voice ; \nYea, the whole creation sings, \n\n" Jesus is the King of kings." \n\n91\xc2\xa9\xc2\xab 7s. Montgomery. \n\nJubilee Song. \n\n1 HARK ! the song of jubilee, \n\nLoud as mighty thunders roar, \nOr the fulness of the sea, \n\nWhen it breaks upon the shore ! \n\n2 See, Jehovah\'s banner furled ; \n\nSheathed his sword : \xe2\x80\x94 he speaks \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis done ! \nNow the kingdoms of this world \nAre the kingdom of his Son. \n\n3 He shall reign from pole to pole \n\nWith supreme, unbounded sway; \nHe shall reign, when, like a scroll, \nYonder heavens have passed away. \n\n4 Hallelujah ! for the Lord \n\nGod omnipotent shall reign : \nHallelujah ! \xe2\x80\x94 let the word \n\nEcho round the earth and main. \n\n5 Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound, \n\nFrom the centre to the skies, \nWakes, above, beneath, around, \nAll creation\'s harmonies. \n\n479 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n917. 7s & 6s. Heber, \n\nCondition of the Heathen. \n\n1 FROM Greenland\'s icy mountains, \n\nFrom India\'s coral strand, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhere Afric\'s sunny fountains \n\nRoll down their golden sand, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFrom many an ancient river, \n\nFrom many a palmy plain, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThey call us to deliver \n\nTheir land from error\'s chain. \n\n2 What though the spicy breezes \n\nBlow soft o\'er Ceylon\'s isle, \nThough every prospect pleases, \n\nAnd only man is vile ; \nIn vain, with lavish kindness, \n\nThe gifts of God are strown : \nThe heathen, in his blindness, \n\nBows down to wood and stone. \n\n3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted \n\nBy wisdom from on high, \nShall we to man benighted \n\nThe light of life deny ? \nSalvation ! O, salvation ! \n\nThe joyful sound proclaim, \nTill earth\'s remotest nation \n\nHas learned Messiah\'s name. \n\n4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, \n\nAnd you, ye waters, roll, \nTill, like a sea of glory, \n\nIt spreads from pole to pole ; \nTill o\'er our ransomed nature \n\nThe Lamb, for sinners slain, \nRedeemer, King, Creator, \n\nIn bliss returns to reign. \n\n918. S. M. Tate and Brady. \nPrayer for God\'s Chosen. \n\n1 TO bless thy chosen race, \nIn mercy, Lord, incline, \nAnd cause the brightness of thy face \nOn all thy saints to shine ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n480 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n2 That so thy wondrous way \n\nMay through the world be known, \nWhile distant lands their homage pay, \nAnd thy salvation own. \n\n3 O, let them shout and sing \n\nGlad songs of pious mirth; \nFor thou, the righteous Judge and King, \nShalt govern all the earth. \n\n4 Let differing nations join \n\nTo celebrate thy fame; \nLet all the world, O Lord, combine \nTo praise thy glorious name. \n\nS>1\xc2\xae. 7s & 6s. Lyte. \n\nTlie Salvation of Israel, \n\n1 O THAT the Lord\'s salvation \n\nWere out of Zion come, \nTo heal his ancient nation, \nTo lead his outcasts home 1 \n\n2 How long the holy city \n\nShall heathen feet profane ? \nReturn, O Lord, in pity; \nRebuild her walls again. \n\n3 Let fall thy rod of terror ; \n\nThy saving grace impart; \n\nRoll back the veil of error ; \n\nRelease the fettered heart. \n\n4 Let Israel, home returning, \n\nHer lost Messiah see ; \nGive oil of joy for mourning, \nAnd bind thy church to thee. \n\n930. L. M. Anon \n\nPrayer for Israel. \n\n1 O THOU, who once on Israel\'s ground \nA homeless wanderer wast found, \xe2\x80\x94 \nRedeemer, on thy heavenly throne, \nStill call those ancient tribes thine own. \n\n2 Bid their departed light return ; \nThy holy splendor round them burn; \nFrom prostrate Judah\'s ruins raise \n\nA living temple to thy praise. \n\n21 481 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n081 \xe2\x80\xa2 S. M. C. Wesley. \n\nPrayer for Israel. \n\n1 LORD, send thy servants forth \n\nTo call the Hebrews home ; \nFrom east and west, from south and north. \nLet all the wanderers come. \n\n2 Where\'er, in lands unknown, \n\nThe fugitives remain, \nBid every creature help them on, \nThy holy mount to gain. \n\n3 An offering to the Lord, \n\nThere let them all be seen, \nAnd washed with water and with blood, \nIn soul and body clean. \n\n4 With Israel\'s myriads sealed, \n\nLet all the nations meet, \nAnd show the promises fulfilled, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThy family complete. \n\n922. L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nIsrael returning from Captivity, \n\n1 WHY, on the bending willows hung, \n\nO Israel, sleeps thy tuneful string ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nStill mute remains thy sullen tongue, \nAnd Zion\'s song declines to sing ? \n\n2 Awake ! thy sweetest raptures raise ; \n\nLet harp and voice unite their strains : \nThy promised King his sceptre sways ; \nAnd Jesus, thy Messiah, reigns. \n\n3 No taunting foes the song require ; \n\nNo strangers mock thy captive chain ; \nBut friends invite the silent lyre, \nAnd brethren ask the holy strain. \n\n4 Nor fear thy Salem\'s hills to wrong, \n\nIf other lands thy triumph share : \nA heavenly city claims thy song ; \nA brighter Salem rises there. \n\n5 By foreign streams no longer roam ; \n\nNor, weeping, think of Jordan\'s flood : \nIn every clime behold a home ; \nIn every temple see thy God \n482 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n933. C. M. W. B. Tappan. \n\nIsrael redeemed. \n\n1 HARK ! \'tis the Prophet of the skies \n\nProclaims redemption near: \nThe night of death and bondage flies; \nThe dawning tints appear. \n\n2 Zion, from deepest shades of gloom, \n\nAwakes to glorious day ; \nHer desert wastes with verdure bloom, \nHer shadows ilee away. \n\n3 To heal her wounds, her night dispel, \n\nThe heralds cross the main ; \nOn Calvary\'s mournful brow they tell \nThat Jesus lives again. \n\n4 From Salem\'s towers the Islam sign \n\nWith holy zeal is hurled ; \n\'Tis there Immanuel\'s symbols shine ; \nHis banner is unfurled. \n\n5 The gladdening news, conveyed afar, \n\nRemotest nations hear ; \nTo welcome Judah\'s rising star, \nThe ransomed tribes appear. \n\n6 Again in Bethl\'em swells the song ; \n\nThe choral breaks again ; \nWhile Jordan\'s shores the strains prolong \n" Good- will and peace to men," \n\n924. C. M. Moore. \n\nSpiritual Restoration of the Jews. \n\n1 BUT who shall see the glorious day, \n\nWhen, throned on Zion\'s brow, \n\nThe Lord shall rend that veil away \n\nWhich blinds the nations now ? \n\n2 When earth no more beneath the fear \n\nOf his rebuke shall lie, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen pain shall cease, and every tear \nBe wiped from every eye, \xe2\x80\x94 \xc2\xbb \n\n483 \n\n\n\nMISSIONS. \n\n3 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn \n\nBeneath the heathen\'s chain ; \nThy days of splendor shall return, \nAnd all be new again. \n\n4 The fount of life shall then be quaffed \n\nIn peace by ail who come, \nAnd every wind that blows shall waft \nSome long-lost exile home. \n\n925. S. M. Watts. \n\nUniversal Praise. \n\n1 THY name, almighty Lord, \n\nShall sound through distant lands : \nGreat is thy grace, and sure thy word ; \nThy truth forever stands. \n\n2 Far be thine honor spread, \n\nAnd long thy praise endure, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTill morning light and evening shade \nShall be exchanged no more. \n\n93\xc2\xa9. L. M. Watts. \n\nExhortation to universal Praise. \n\n1 FROM all who dwell below the skies \nLet the Creator\'s praise arise ; \n\nLet the Redeemer\'s name be sung, \nThrough every land, by every tongue. \n\n2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; \nEternal truth attends thy word ; \n\nThy praise shall sound from shore to shore, \nTill suns shall rise and set no more. \n\n484 \n\n\n\nCONSTITUTION OP A CHURCH. \n\n\n\nCONSTITUTION OF A CHURCH. \n\n9f\xc2\xa37. C. M. Watts. \n\nPrayer for the Reign of Christ. \n\n1 ARISE, O King of grace, arise, \n\nAnd enter to thy rest ; \nBehold, thy church, with longing eyes, \nWaits to be owned and blest. \n\n2 Enter with all thy glorious train, \n\nThy Spirit and thy Word ; \nAll that the ark did once contain \nCould no such grace afford. \n\n3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; \n\nHere let thy praise be spread ; \n\nBless the provisions of thy house, \n\nAnd fill thy poor with bread. \n\n4 Here let the Son of David reign, \n\nLet God\'s Anointed shine ; \nJustice and truth his court maintain, \nWith love and power divine. \n\n5 Here let him hold a lasting throne : \n\nAnd, as his kingdom grows, \nFresh honors shall adorn his crown, \nAnd shame confound his foes. \n\n928. H. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nGod\'s Love to Zion. \n\n1 FIXED on the sacred hills, \n\nIts firm foundations rest ; \nThe Lord his temple fills, \n\nWith all his glory blest: \nHe waits where\'er I But loves the gates \nHis saints adore, | Of Zion more. \n\n2 O Zion, sacred place ! \n\nThy name shall spread around ; \nThe city of his grace, \n\nHis wonders there abound: \nThy glories will I And earth thy fame \nThy God declare, | Resound afar. \n\n\n\nCONSTITUTION OF A CHURCH. \n\n929. C. M. S. F. Smith. \nChristian Fellowship. \n\n1 PLANTED in Christ, the living vine, \n\nThis day, with one accord, \nOurselves, with humble faith and joy, \nWe yield to thee, O Lord. \n\n2 Joined in one body may we be ; \n\nOne inward life partake ; \nOne be our heart ; one heavenly hope \nIn every bosom wake. \n\n3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, \n\nOne wisdom be our guide ; \nTaught by one Spirit from above, \nIn thee may we abide. \n\n4 Complete in us, whom grace hath called, \n\nThy glorious work begun, \nO Thou, in whom the church on earth \nAnd church in heaven are one. \n\n5 Around this feeble, trusting band \n\nThy sheltering pinions spread, \nNor let the storms of trial beat \nToo fiercely on our head. \n\n6 Then, when, among the saints in light, \n\nOur joyful spirits shine, \nShall anthems of immortal praise, \nO Lamb of God, be thine. \n\n930. 8s & 7s. Newton. \nThe Church God\'s chosen Residence. \n\n1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, \n\nZion, city of our God ; \nHe whose word can ne\'er be broken \nChose thee for his own abode. \n\n2 Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling, \n\nStill is precious in thy sight, \nJudah\'s temple far excelling, \nBeaming with the gospel\'s light. \n\n\n\nCONSTITUTION OF A CHURCH. \n\n3 On the Rock of ages founded, \n\nWhat can shake her sure repose? \nWith salvation\'s wall surrounded, \nShe can smile at all her foes. \n\n4 See, the streams of living waters, \n\nSpringing from eternal love, \nWell supply her sons and daughters, \nAnd all fear of want remove. \n\n5 Round her habitation hovering, \n\nSee the cloud and fire appear, \nFor a glory and a covering, \nShowing that the Lord is near. \n\n6 Glorious things of thee are spoken, \n\nZion, city of our God ; \nHe whose word can ne\'er be broken \nChose thee for his own abode. \n\n\n\n931. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Church the Palace of God. \n\n1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, \nThe seat of thy Creator\'s grace ; \nThine holy courts are his abode, \nThou earthly palace of our God. \n\n2 Thy walls are strength ; and at thy gates \nA guard of heavenly warriors waits ; \nNor shall thy deep foundation move, \nFixed on his counsels and his love. \n\n3 Thy foes in vain designs engage ; \nAgainst thy throne in vain they rage, \nLike rising waves with angry roar, \nThat dash and die upon the shore. \n\n4 God is our shield, and God our sun; \nSwift as the fleeting moments run, \nOn us he sheds new beams of grace ; \nAnd we reflect his brightest praise. \n\n487 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n\xc2\xabJ32# 7s. Montgomery, \n\nThe House of Prayer and Praise. \n\n1 LORD of hosts, to thee we raise \nHere a house of prayer and praise ; \nThou thy people\'s hearts prepare \nHere to meet for praise and prayer. \n\n2 Let the living here be fed \n\nWith thy word, the heavenly bread; \nHere, in hope of glory blest, \nMay the dead be laid to rest ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Here to thee a temple stand, \nWhile the sea shall gird the land ; \nHere reveal thy mercy sure, \nWhile the sun and moon endure, \n\n4 Hallelujah! \xe2\x80\x94 earth and sky \nTo the joyful sound reply ; \nHallelujah ! \xe2\x80\x94 hence ascend \nPrayer and praise till time shall end. \n\n933, H. M. Francis. \n\nPrayer for God\'s Presence and Blessing. \n\n1 GREAT King of glory, come, \n\nAnd with thy favor crown \nThis temple as thy home, \n\nThis people as thine own : \nBeneath this roof, O, deign to show \nHow God can dwell with men below. \n\n2 Here may thine ears attend \n\nOur interceding cries, \nAnd grateful praise ascend, \n\nLike incense to the skies: \nHere may thy word melodious sound, \nAnd spread celestial joys around. \n\n488 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n3 Here may our unborn sons \n\nAnd daughters sound thy praise, \nAnd shine, like polished stones, \n\nThrough long-succeeding days : \nHere, Lord, display thy saving power, \nWhile temples stand and men adore. \n\n4 Here may the listening throng \n\nImbibe thy truth and love ; \nHere Christians join the song \n\nOf seraphim above ; \nTill all, who humbly seek thy face, \nRejoice in thy abounding grace. \n\n\n\n\xc2\xabf\xc2\xabl4:\xc2\xab L. M. Montgomery. \n\nA Blessing implored. \n\n1 HERE, in thy name, eternal God, \n\nWe build this earthly house for thee ; \nO, choose it for thy fixed abode, \nAnd guard it long from error free. \n\n2 Here, when thy people seek thy face, \n\nAnd dying sinners pray to live, \nHear thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, \nAnd when thou nearest, Lord, forgive. \n\n3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim \n\nThe blessed gospel of thy Son, \nStill by the power of his great name \nBe mighty signs and wonders done. \n\n4 When children\'s voices raise the song, \n\nHosanna ! to their heavenly King, \nLet heaven with earth the strain prolong ; \nHosanna ! let the angels sing. \n\n5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign \n\nHere to abide, no transient guest ? \nHere will our great Redeemer reign, \nAnd here the Holy Spirit rest ? \n\n6 Thy glory never hence depart ; \n\nYet choose not, Lord, this house alone ; \nThy kingdom come to every heart ; \nIn every bosom fix thy throne. \n\n21* 489 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n935. L. M. Watts. \nA House for God. \n\n1 WHERE shall we go to seek and find \n\nA habitation for our God ? \nA dwelling for th\' Eternal Mind \n\nAmong the sons of flesh and blood? \n\n2 The God of Jacob chose the hill \n\nOf Zion for his ancient rest ; \nAnd Zion is his dwelling still; \n\nHis church is with his presence blest. \n\n3 Here will he meet the hungry poor, \n\nAnd fill their souls with living bread; \nHere sinners, waiting at his door, \nWith sweet provision shall be fed. \n\n4 "Here will I fix my gracious throne, \n\nAnd reign forever," saith the Lord ; \n"Here shall my power and love be known, \nAnd blessings shall attend my word." \n\n936. C. M. Dobell\'s Col. \nA Blessing sought. \n\n1 GREAT Sovereign of the earth and sky, \n\nAnd Lord of all below, \nBefore thy glorious majesty \nTen thousand seraphs bow. \n\n2 Yet thou art not confined above ; \n\nThy presence knows no bound ; \nWhere\'er thy praying people meet, \nThere thou art always found. \n\n3 Behold a temple raised for thee ; \n\nO, meet thy people here ; \nHere, O thou King of saints, reside, \nAnd in thy church appear. \n\n4 Within these walls let holy peace, \n\nAnd love, and concord, dwell ; \nHere give the troubled conscience ease, \nThe wounded spirit heal. \n\n5 Here may salvation be proclaimed \n\nBy thy most precious blood ; \n\nLet sinners know the joyful sound, \n\nAnd own their Saviour, God. \n\n490 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n937. C. M. Reed. \nHie Spirit\'s Presence desired. \n\n1 SPIRIT divine, attend our prayer, \n\nAnd make this house thy home ; \nDescend with all thy gracious power ; \nO, come, great Spirit, come. \n\n2 Come as the light : to us reveal \n\nOur sinfulness and woe, \nAnd lead us in the paths of life, \nWhere all the righteous go. \n\n3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, \n\nLike sacrificial flame ; \nLet every soul an offering be \nTo our Redeemer\'s name. \n\n4 Come as a dove, and spread thy wings, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe wings of peaceful love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd let the church on earth become \nBlest as the church above. \n\n5 Spirit divine, attend our prayer, \n\nAnd make this house thy home ; \nDescend with all thy gracious power; \nO, come, great Spirit, come. \n\n938. L. M. Willis, \n77ie Temple of Nature. \n\n1 THE perfect world, by Adam trod, \nWas the first temple, built by God ; \nHis fiat laid the corner-stone ; \n\nHe spake, and, lo ! the work was done. \n\n2 He hung its starry roof on high, \nThe broad expanse of azure sky ; \n\nHe spread its pavement, green and bright, \nAnd curtained it with morning light. \n\n3 The mountains in their places stood, \nThe sea, the sky ; and all was good ; \nAnd when its first pure praises rung, \nThe morning stars together sung. \n\n4 Lord, \'tis not ours to make the sea, \nAnd earth, and sky, a house for thee ; \nBut in thy sight our offering stands, \nAn humble temple, built with hands. \n\n491 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n939. C. M. J. D. Knowles. \n\nA Blessing supplicated. \n\n1 O GOD, though countless worlds of light \n\nThy power and glory show, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThough round thy throne, above all height, \nImmortal seraphs glow, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Yet oft to men of ancient time \n\nThy glorious presence came, \nAnd in Moriah\'s fane sublime \nThou didst record thy name. \n\n3 And now, where\'er thy saints apart \n\nAre met for praise and prayer, \n\nWherever sighs a contrite heart, \n\nThou, gracious God, art there. \n\n4 With grateful joy, thy children rear \n\nThis temple, Lord, to thee ; \nLong may they sing thy praises here, \nAnd here thy beauty see. \n\n5 Here, Saviour, deign thy saints to meet ; \n\nWith peace their hearts to fill ; \nAnd here, like Sharon\'s odors sweet, \nMay grace divine distil. \n\n6 Here may thy truth fresh triumphs win ; \n\nEternal Spirit, here, \nIn many a heart, now dead in sin, \nA living temple rear. \n\n\n\n94\xc2\xa9. H. M. Doddridge. \n\nA House of Prayer for all People. \n\n1 GREAT Father of mankind, \nWe bless that wondrous grace \nWhich could for Gentiles find \nWithin thy courts a place : \nHow kind the care | For us to raise \nOur God displays, | A house of prayer ! \n\n492 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n\n\n2 Though once estranged afar, \n\nWe now approach the throne ; \nFor Jesus brings us near, \n\nAnd makes our cause his own: \nStrangers no more, | And find our home, \nTo thee we come, j And rest secure. \n\n3 May all the nations throng \n\nTo worship in thy house, \nAnd thou attend their song, \n\nAnd smile upon their vows ; \nIndulgent still, I To join the choir \n\nTill earth conspire | On Zion\'s hill. \n\n\n\n94:1. L. M. Doddridge. \n\nGod\'s Condescension. \n\n1 AND will the great, eternal God \nOn earth establish his abode? \n\nAnd will he, from his heavenly throne, \nAvow our temples for his own ? \n\n2 We bring the tribute of our praise, \nAnd sing that condescending grace \nWhich to our notes will lend an ear, \nAnd call us, sinful mortals, near. \n\n3 These walls we to thy honor raise ; \nLong may they echo with thy praise, \nAnd thou, descending, fill the place \nWith choicest tokens of thy grace. \n\n4 Here let the great Redeemer reign, \nWith all the graces of his train ; \nWhile power divine his words attends, \nTo conquer foes and cheer his friends. \n\n5 And in the great, decisive day, \nWhen God the nations shall survey, \nMay it before the world appear \nThat crowds were born to glory here. \n\n493 \n\n\n\nDEDICATION HYMNS. \n\n943. L. M. H. S. Washburn. \n\nThe divine Blessing implored. \n\n1 ALMIGHTY God, thy constant care \n\nHath been our sure support and stay, \nAnd hither gladly we repair, \nOur early sacrifice to pay. \n\n2 Accept our vows ; in humble trust \n\nThis house we consecrate to thee : \nO, may thy promise to the just \nForever, Lord, our portion be. \n\n3 And may that stream which maketh glad \n\nThe city of our God below, \nRevive the drooping, cheer the sad, \nAs still its healing waters flow. \n\n4 So let thy people here enjoy \n\nThe blessings which thy grace hath given, \nThat they may hail, with purer joy, \nThe unseen, perfect bliss of heaven. \n\n943. C. M. Shepherd\'s Col. \n\nDunne Condescension. \n\n1 WILL God in very deed descend, \n\nAnd dwell with men below? \nAn ear to mortal worship lend? \nTo us his glory show ? \n\n2 While heaven\'s exalted spheres resound \n\nWith hymns which angels sing, \nWill God in mercy so abound, \nT\' accept the praise we bring ? \n\n3 Allowed within thy courts to meet, \n\nThy presence we implore ; \nSmile on us from thy mercy-seat, \nAnd we desire no more. \n\n4 Here let thy gospel be declared ; \n\nHere make thy power be known ; \nMay every heart, by grace prepared, \nBe the Redeemer\'s throne. \n\n5 Here make thyself a glorious name, \n\nAnd form us for thy praise; \nThy promised presence, Lord, we claim, \nAnd supplicate thy grace. \n\n494 \n\n\n\nORDINATION HYMNS. \n\n914. C. M. J. R. Scott. \n\nDivine Blessing solicited. \n\n1 TO thee this temple we devote, \n\nOur Father and our God ; \nAccept it thine, and seal it now \nThy Spirit\'s blest abode. \n\n2 Here may the prayer of faith ascend, \n\nThe voice of praise arise ; \nO, may each lowly service prove \nAccepted sacrifice. \n\n3 Here may the sinner learn his guilt, \n\nAnd weep before his Lord; \nHere, pardoned, sing a Saviour\'s love, \nAnd here his vows record. \n\n4 Here may affliction dry the tear, \n\nAnd learn to trust in God, \nConvinced it is a Father smites, \nAnd love that guides the rod. \n\n5 Peace be within these sacred walls ; \n\nProsperity be here ; \nLong smile upon thy people, Lord, \nAnd evermore be near. \n\n\n\nORDINATION HYMNS. \n\n94t5. L. M. Doddridge. \n\nHie Ministry of divine Appointment. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, in thy house \nWe pay our homage and our vows, \nWhile with a grateful heart we share \nThese pledges of our Saviour\'s care. \n\n2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose \nIn splendid triumph o\'er his foes, \nConferred his gifts on men below, \nAnd wide his royal bounties flow. \n\n495 \n\n\n\nORDINATION HVMNS. \n\n3 Hence sprung th\' apostle\'s honored name, \nSacred beyond all earthly fame ; \n\nIn lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, \nOur pastors hence and teachers rise. \n\n4 So shall the bright succession run \nThrough latest courses of the sun ; \nWhile numerous churches, by their care, \nShall rise and flourish, large and fair. \n\n94\xc2\xa9. L. M. Beddome. \n\nPrayer for a Minister\'s Success. \n\n1 FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear, \nAttentive to our earnest prayer : \n\nWe plead for those who plead for thee ; \nSuccessful pleaders may they be. \n\n2 How great their work ! how vast their charge ! \nDo thou their anxious souls enlarge : \n\nTheir best endowments are our gain ; \nWe share the blessings they obtain. \n\n3 O, clothe with energy divine \n\nTheir words ; and let those words be thine ; \nTo them thy sacred truth reveal ; \nSuppress their fear, inflame then* zeal. \n\n4 Teach them to sow the precious seed ; \nTeach them thy chosen flock to feed ; \nTeach them immortal souls to gain, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd thus reward their toil and pain. \n\n5 Let thronging multitudes around \nHear from their lips the joyful sound, \nIn humble strains thy grace implore, \nAnd feel thy Spirit\'s living power. \n\n947. 8s & 6s. S. F. Smith. \n\nBenefits of the Ministry. \n\n1 BLEST is the hour when cares depart, \n\nAnd earthly scenes are far, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen tears of woe forget to start, \nAnd gently dawns upon the heart \n\nDevotion\'s holy star. \n\n496 \n\n\n\nORDIiNATION HYMNS. \n\n2 Blest is the place where angels bend \n\nTo hear our worship rise, \nWhere kindred thoughts their musings blend, \nAnd all the soul\'s affections tend \n\nBeyond the veiling skies. \n\n3 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind \n\nMan to his work of love \xe2\x80\x94 \nBind him to cheer the humble mind, \nConsole the weeping, lead the blind, \n\nAnd guide to joys above. \n\n4 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, \n\nSpirit divine, to thee, \nWhen they, whose work is finished well? \nIn thy own courts of rest shall dwell, \n\nBlest through eternity. \n\n\n\n948. C. M. M. A. Collier. \n\nWelcoming a Pastor, \n\n1 THE sun, that lights yon broad, blue sky, \n\nMay see his radiance dim ; \nThe stars, that circle bright and high, \nMay hush their joyous hymn ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 The spring may breathe her balmy airs, \n\nYet earth no verdure show ; \nThe purest love a mother bears \nMay lose its wonted glow ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 But still within the Saviour\'s breast \n\nThere dwells a quenchless flame : \nThe earth may sink, the hills depart, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIt lives, it burns the same. \n\n4 O ransomed church, the Son of God \n\nStill loves thy children well; \nFor thee the paths of death he trod ; \n\'Tis thine his grace to tell. \n\n5 Saviour, thy messenger we greet \n\nWithin this hallowed spot; \nO, may we here thy presence meet: \nOur God, forsake us not. \n\n21* 497 \n\n\n\nORDINATION HYMNS. \n\n949. S. M. Watts. \n\nMinisters the Bearers of good Tidings. \n\n1 HOW beauteous are their feet \n\nWho stand on Zion\'s hill; \nWho bring salvation on their tongues, \nAnd words of peace reveal. \n\n2 How charming is their voice ! \n\nHow sweet their tidings are ! \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Zion, behold thy Saviour King ; \nHe reigns and triumphs here." \n\n3 How happy are our ears, \n\nThat hear this joyful sound ! \nWhich kings and prophets waited for, \nAnd sought, but never found. \n\n4 How blessed are our eyes, \n\nThat see this heavenly light ! \nProphets and kings desired it long, \nBut died without the sight. \n\n5 The watchmen join their voice, \n\nAnd tuneful notes employ ; \nJerusalem breaks forth in songs, \nAnd deserts learn the joy. \n\n6 The Lord makes bare his arm \n\nThrough all the earth abroad ; \nLet every nation now behold \nTheir Saviour and then* God. \n\n950. L. M. Montgomery. \nA Pastor welcomed. \n\n1 WE bid thee welcome in the name \n\nOf Jesus, our exalted Head : \nCome as a servant : so he came ; \nAnd we receive thee in his stead. \n\n2 Come as a shepherd : guard and keep \n\nThis fold from Satan and from sin ; \n\nNourish the lambs, and feed the sheep ; \n\nThe wounded heal, the lost bring in. \n\n3 Come as a watchman : take thy stand \n\nUpon thy tower on Zion\'s height ; \nAnd when the sword comes on the land, \nWarn us to fly, or teach to fight. \n\n498 \n\n\n\nORDINATION HYMNS. \n\n4 Come as an angel, hence to guide \n\nA band of pilgrims on their way; \nThat, safely walking at thy side, \nWe never fail, nor faint, nor stray. \n\n5 Come as a teacher sent from God, \n\nCharged his whole counsel to declare ; \nLift o\'er our ranks the prophet\'s rod, \nWhile we uphold thy hands with prayer. \n\n6 Come as a messenger of peace, \n\nFilled with the Spirit, fired with love ; \nLive to behold our large increase, \nAnd die to meet us all above. \n\n951. L. M. S. F. Smith. \n\nA Blessing sought upon a Pastor. \n\n1 \'TIS done \xe2\x80\x94 th\' important act is done \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHeaven, earth, its solemn purport know; \nIts fruits, when time its race has run, \nShall through eternal ages flow. \n\n2 The covenants of this sacred hour, \n\nGreat Shepherd of thy people, seal ; \nSpirit of grace, diffuse thy power, \nOur vows accept, thy might reveal. \n\n3 Behold our guide, and deign to crown \n\nHis toils, O Lamb of God, with love ; \nHis lips inspire ; each effort own ; \n\nBreathe, dwell within him, heavenly Dove. \n\n4 Behold his charge : what wealth shall dare \n\nWith its most priceless worth to vie ? \n\nSuns, systems, worlds, how mean they are, \n\nCompared with souls, that cannot die ! \n\n5 The sun may set in endless gloom, \n\nThe planets from their stations flee, \nCreation fill oblivion\'s tomb, \n\nBut souls can never cease to be. \n\n6 O, when, before the judgment-seat, \n\nThe wicked quake in dread despair, \nMay we, all reverent at thy feet, \nPastor and flock, find mercy there. \n\n499 \n\n\n\nORDINATION HYMNS. \n\n952. 6s & 4s. J. Young. \nPrayer for a Minister\'s Success. \n\n1 O HOLY Lord, our God, \nBy heavenly hosts adored, \n\nHear us, we pray : \nTo thee the cherubim, \nAu gels and seraphim, \nUnceasing praises bring \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThen homage pay. \n\n2 Here give thy word success ; \nAnd this thy servant bless ; \n\nHis labors own ; \nAnd, while the sinner\'s Friend \nHis life and words commend, \nThy Holy Spirit send, \n\nAnd make him known. \n\n3 May every passing year \nMore happy still appear \n\nThan this glad day : \nWith numbers fill the place, \nAdorn thy saints with grace ; \nThy truth may all embrace, \n\nO Lord, we pray. \n\n4 O Lord, our God, arise ; \nAnd now, before our eyes, \n\nThy arm make bare ; \nUnite our hearts in love, \nTill, raised to heaven above, \nWe all its fulness prove, \n\nAnd praise thee there. \n\n953. L. M. S. F. Smith. \nPrayer for the Spirit. \n\n1 SPIRIT of peace and holiness, \nThis new-created union bless ; \nKind each to each in ties of love, \nAnd ratify our work above. \n\n2 Saviour, who carest for thy sheep, \nThe shepherd of thy people keep; \nGuide him in every doubtful way, \nNor let Ids feet from duty stray. \n\n500 \n\n\n\nORDTNATION HYMNS. \n\n3 Gird thou his heart with strength divine ; \nLet Christ through all his conduct shine ; \nFaithful in all things may he be \xe2\x80\x94 \nDead to the world, alive to thee. \n\n4 O thou, whose love doth never fail, \nBreathe on this dry and thirsty vale ; \nAnd may it, from this hour, appear \nThat thy reviving power is here. \n\n5 Lord of the Sabbath, unto thee \nOur spirits rise in harmony ; \nAccept our praise, our sins remove, \nAnd fit us for thy courts above. \n\n\n\nIKS4. L. M. S. F. Smith. \n\nA Blessing sought upon a Pastor. \n\n1 AND now the solemn deed is done ; \nThe vow is pledged, the toil begun ; \nSeal thou, O God, the oath above, \nAnd ratify the pledge of love. \n\n2 The shepherd of thy people bless ; \nGird him with thy own holiness ; \nIn duty may his pleasure be, \n\nHis glory in his zeal for thee. \n\n3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, \nFaith fix its grasp beyond the skies, \nThe tear of penitence be shed, \nAnd myriads to the Saviour led. \n\n4 Come, Spirit, here consent to dwell ; \nThe mists of earth and sin dispel : \nBlest Saviour, thy own rights maintain ; \nSupreme in every bosom reign. \n\n5 O, let our humble worship be \n\nA grateful tribute, Lord, to thee ; \n\nAnd may these hallowed scenes of love \n\nFit us for purer joys above. \n\n501 \n\n\n\nORDIJSATION HYMJNS. \n\n955. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nWatching for Souls. \n\n1 LET Z ion\'s watchmen all awake, \n\nAnd take th\' alarm tiiey give ; \nNow let them from the mouth of God \nTheir awful charge receive. \n\n2 \'Tis not a cause of small import \n\nThe pastor\'s care demands, \nBut what might fill an angel\'s heart, \nAnd filled a Saviour\'s hands. \n\n3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord \n\nDid heavenly bliss forego, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFor souls, which must forever live, \nIn rapture or in woe. \n\n4 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, \n\nTheir own Redeemer, see ; \nAnd watch thou daily o\'er their souls, \nThat they may watch lor thee. \n\n95G. 7s. Hammond. \n\nWinning Souls to Christ. \n\n1 WOULD you win a soul to God? \nTell him of a Saviour\'s blood, \nOnce for dying sinners spilt, \n\nTo atone for all their guilt. \n\n2 Tell him how the streams did glide \nFrom his hands, his feet, his side ; \nHow his head with thorns was crowned, \nAnd his heart in sorrow drowned; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 How he yielded up his breath ; \nHow he agonized in death ; \nHow he lives to intercede \xe2\x80\x94 \nChrist our Advocate and Head. \n\n4 Tell him it was sovereign grace \nLed thee first to seek his face, \nMade thee choose the better part \nWrought salvation in thy heart. \n\n5 Tell him of that liberty \nWherewith Jesus makes us free ; \nSweetly speak of sins forgiven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nEarnest of the joys of heaven. \n\n502 \n\n\n\nHYMNS FOR SEAMEN. \n\n\n\nHYMNS FOR SEAMEN. \n\n9417. L. M. COWPER. \n\nTemptation compared to a Storm. \n\n1 THE billows swell ; the winds are high ; \nClouds overcast my wintry sky : \n\nOut of the depths to thee I call ; \n\nMy fears are great, my strength is small. \n\n2 O Lord, the pilot\'s part perform, \n\nAnd guide and guard me through the storm ; \nDefend me from each threatening ill ; \nControl the waves ; say, " Peace ! be still." \n. 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, \n\nMy soul still hangs her hope on thee ; \nThy constant love, thy faithful care, \nIs all that saves me from despair. \n\n4 Dangers of every shape and name \nAttend the followers of the Lamb, \nWho leave the world\'s deceitful shore, \nAnd leave it to return no more. \n\n5 Though tempest-tossed, and half a wreck, \nMy Saviour through the floods I seek ; \nLet neither winds nor stormy rain \nForce back my shattered bark again, \n\n958. C. M. Sel. Hymns. \n\nPrayer for Seamen. \n\n1 WE come, O Lord, before thy throne, \n\nAnd, with united pleas, \nWe meet and pray for those who roam \nFar off upon the seas. \n\n2 O, may the Holy Spirit bow \n\nThe sailor\'s heart to thee, \nTill tears of deep repentance flow \nLike rain-drops in the sea. \n\n3 Then may a Saviour\'s dying love \n\nPour peace into his breast, \nAnd waft him to the port above \nOf everlasting rest \n\n503 \n\n\n\nHYMNS FOR SEAMEN. \n\n959. L. M. H. K. White. \nThe Star of Bethlehem. \n\n1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain, \n\nThe glittering host hestud the sky, \nOne star alone, of all the train, \nCan fix the sinner\'s wandering eye. \n\n2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, \n\nFrom every host, from every gem ; \nBut one alone the Saviour speaks, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIt is the Star of Bethlehem! \n\n3 Once on the raging seas I rode ; \n\nThe storm was loud, the night was dark ; \nThe ocean yawned, and rudely blowed \nThe wind that tossed my foundering bark. \n\n4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; \n\nDeath-struck, 1 ceased the tide to stem ; \nWhen suddenly a star arose, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIt was the Star of Bethlehem ! \n\n5 It was my guide, my light, my ail ; \n\nIt hade my dark forebodings cease ; \nAnd, through the storm and danger\'s thrall, \nIt led me to the port of peace. \n\n6 Now, safely moored, my perils o\'er, \n\nI\'ll sing, first in night\'s diadem, \nForever, and forevermore, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe Star \xe2\x80\x94 the Star of Bethlehem ! \n\n960. 12s. Heber. \nu Save, Lord, or we perish." \n\n1 WHEN thro\' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming", \nWhen o\'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, \nNor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, \nWe fly to our Maker, \xe2\x80\x94 " Save, Lord, or we perish." \n\n2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, \nAroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow, \xe2\x80\x94 \nNow seated in glory, the mariner cherish, \n\nWho cries in his anguish, " Save, Lord, or we perish." \n\n3 And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, \nWhen sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging, \nThen send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish; \nRebuke the destroyer, \xe2\x80\x94 "Save, Lord, or we perish." \n\n504 \n\n\n\nHYMNS FOR SEAMEN. \n\n961. C. M. Madan\'s Col. \n\nThanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm, \n\n1 OUR little bark, on boisterous seas, \n\nBy cruel tempests tost, \nWithout one cheerful beam of hope, \nExpecting to be lost, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, \n\nBreathed out our sad distress ; \nThough feeble, yet with contrite hearts, \nWe begged return of peace. \n\n3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow ; \n\nThe surges ceased to roll ; \n\nAnd soon again a placid sea \n\nSpoke comfort to the soul. \n\n4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts \n\nTheir hallelujahs sing \nTo him who hath our lives preserved, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur Saviour and our King. \n\n96S. L. M. L. H. SlGOURNEY, \n\nPrayer at Sea. \n\n1 PRAYER may be sweet in cottage homes. \n\nWhere sire and child devoutly kneel, \nWhile through the open casement nigh \nThe vernal blossoms fragrant steal. \n\n2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls, \n\nWhere heart with kindred heart is blent, \nAnd upward to th\' eternal throne \nThe hymn of praise melodious sent. \n\n3 But he who fain would know how warm \n\nThe soul\'s appeal to God may be, \nFrom friends and native land should turn, \nA wanderer on the faithless sea ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 Should hear its deep, imploring tone \n\nRise heavenward o\'er the foaming surge, \nWhen billows toss the fragile bark, \nAnd fearful blasts the conflict urge. \n\n5 Nought, nought appears but sea and sky; \n\nNo refuge where the foot may flee : \nHow will he cast, O Rock divine, \nThe anchor of his soul on thee ! \n22 505 \n\n\n\nHYMNS FOR SEAMEN. \n\n963. L. M. Watts. \n\nTlie Seaman\'s Song. \n\n1 WOULD you behold the works of God, \nHis wonders in the world abroad? \nWith hardy mariners survey \n\nThe unknown regions of the sea. \n\n2 They leave their native shores behind, \nAnd seize the favor of the wind ; \n\nTill God command, and tempests rise, \nThat heave the ocean to the skies. \n\n3 When land is far, and death is nigh, \nBereaved of hope, to God they cry: \nHis mercy hears their loud adilress, \nAnd sends salvation in distress. \n\n4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage, \nAnd stormy tempests cease to rage ; \nThe grateful hand their fears give o\'er, \nAnd hail with joy their native shore. \n\n5 O, may the sons of men record \n\nThe wondrous goodness of the Lord; \nLet them their purest offerings bring, \nAnd in the church his glory sing. \n\n964* C. M. Addison. \n\nThe Christian Mariner safe. \n\n1 HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord! \n\nHow sure is their defence ! \n\nEternal Wisdom is their guide, \n\nTheir help, Omnipotence. \n\n2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, \n\nSupported by thy care, \nThrough burning climes they pass unhurt, \nAnd breathe in tainted air. \n\n3 When by the dreadful tempest borne \n\nHigh on the broken wave, \nThey know thou art not slow to hear, \nNor impotent to save. \n506 \n\n\n\nSABUATH SCHOOL HYMNS. \n\n4 The storm is laid ; the winds retire, \n\nObedient to thy will ; \nThe sea, that roars at thy command, \nAt thy command is still. \n\n5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, \n\nThy goodness we\'ll adore ; \nWe\'ll praise thee for thy mercies past, \nAnd humbly hope for more. \n\n\n\nSABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. \n\n9&5. 8s & 7s. W. G. Clarke. \n\nOpening of the School. \n\n1 WE have met in peace together \n\nIn this house of God again ; \nConstant friends have led us hither, \n\nHere to chant the solemn strain; \nHere to breathe our adoration\', \n\nHere the Saviour\'s praise to sing ; \nMay the Spirit of salvation, \n\nCome with healing in his wing. \n\n2 We have met, and Time is flying ; \n\nWe shall part, and still his wing, \nSweeping o\'er the dead and dying, \n\nWill the changeful seasons bring: \nLet us, while our hearts are lightest, \n\nIn our fresh and early years, \nTurn to Him whose smile is brightest, \n\nAnd whose grace will calm our fears. \n\n3 He will aid us, should existence \n\nWith its sorrows sting the breast ; \nGleaming in the onward distance, \n\nFaith will mark the land of rest: \nThere, \'midst day-beams round him playing, \n\nWe our Father\'s face shall see, \nAnd shall hear him gently saying, \n\n" Little children, come to me." \n\n507 \n\n\n\nSABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. \n\n966. 7s. Gray. \nPrayer for a Blessing. \n\n1 SUPPLIANT, lo ! thy children bend, \n\nFather, for thy blessing now ; \nThou canst teach us, guide, defend ; \nWe are weak, almighty thou. \n\n2 With the peace thy word imparts \n\nBe the taught and teachers blest ; \nIn our lives, and in our hearts, \nFather, be thy laws impressed. \n\n3 Shed abroad in every mind \n\nLight and pardon from above, \nCharity for all our kind, \n\nTrusting faith, and holy love. \n\n967. L. M. Union Col, \nPrayer for a Blessing. \n\n1 ASSEMBLED in our school once more, \nO Lord, thy blessing we implore ; \n\nWe meet to read, and sing, and pray ; \nBe with us,- then, through this thy day. \n\n2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends \nFor parents, teachers, foes, and friends ; \nAnd when we in thy house appear, \nHelp us to worship in thy fear. \n\n3 When we on earth shall meet no more, \nMay we above to glory soar, \n\nAnd praise thee in more lofty strains \nWhere one eternal Sabbath reigns. \n\n\xc2\xa968. C. M. Jane Taylor. \n\nSongs of Children in Heaven. \n\n1 THERE is a glorious world of light \n\nAbove the starry sky, \nWhere saints departed, clothed in white. \nAdore the Lord most high. \n\n2 And hark ! amid the sacred songs \n\nThose heavenly voices raise, \nTen thousand thousand infant tongues \nUnite in perfect praise. \n\n508 \n\n\n\nSABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. \n\n3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, \nIf Jesus we obey ; \nThat is the place where we shall go, \nIf found in wisdom\'s way. \n\n969. C. M. Straphan. \n\nPleasures of Teaching. \n\n1 BE ours the bliss in wisdom\'s way \n\nTo guide untutored youth, \nAnd lead the mind that went astray \nTo virtue and to truth. \n\n2 Delightful work, young souls to win, \n\nAnd turn the rising race \nFrom the deceitful paths of sin \nTo seek redeeming grace ! \n\n3 Almighty God, thine influence shed \n\nTo aid this good design ; \nThe honors of thy name be spread, \nAnd all the glory thine. \n\n97\xc2\xae. H. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nUnited Praise of Teachers and Children. \n\n1 COME, let our voices join \n\nIn joyful songs of praise ; \nTo God, the God of love, \n\nOur thankful hearts we\'ll raise : \nTo God alone all praise belongs \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur earliest and our latest songs. \n\n2 Within these hallowed walls \n\nOur wandering feet are brought, \nWhere prayer and praise ascend, \n\nAnd heavenly truths are taught : \nTo God alone your offerings bring ; \nLet young and old his praises sing. \n\n3 Lord, let this work of love \n\nBe crowned with full success ; \nLet thousands, yet unborn, \n\nThy sacred name here bless : \nTo thee, O Lord, all praise to thee \nWe\'ll raise throughout eternity. \n\n509 \n\n\n\nSABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. \n\n971. 7s & 6s. Anon. \nPraise to the Saviour. \n\n1 TO thee, O blessed Saviour, \n\nOur grateful songs we raise ; \nO, tune our hearts and voices \n\nThy holy name to praise ; \n\'Tis by thy sovereign mercy \n\nWe\'re here allowed to meet, \nTo join with friends and teachers \n\nThy blessing to entreat \n\n2 O, may thy precious gospel \n\nBe published all abroad, \nTill the benighted heathen \n\nShall know and serve the Lord ; \nTill o\'er the wide creation \n\nThe rays of truth shall shine, \nAnd nations now in darkness \n\nArise to light divine. \n\n972. C. M. Union Col. \nYouthful Praise. \n\n1 GREAT God, in whom we live and move, \n\nAccept our feeble praise, \nFor all the mercy, grace, and love, \nWhich crown our youthful days. \n\n2 For countless mercies, love unknown, \n\nLord, what can we impart ? \nThou dost require one gift alone \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe offering of the heart \n\n3 Incline us, Lord, to give it thee ; \n\nPreserve us by thy grace, \nTill death shall bring us all to see \nThy glory face to face. \n\n973. C. M. Union Col. \nTeachers 7 Success. \n\n1 HOW should our souls delight to bless \nThe God of truth and grace, \nWho crowns our labors with success. \nAmong the rising race ! \n510 \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n\n\n2 Their joyful tongues unite to praise \nHis all-redeeming love, \nTo him their sweet hosannas raise, \nWhile they his mercies prove. \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n974:. S. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nSolicitzide for the Conversion of Cltildren. \n\nI THOU God of sovereign grace, \nin mercy now appear ; \nWe long to see thy smiling face, \nAnd feel that thou art near. \n\nS Receive these lambs to-day, \nO Shepherd of the flock, \nAnd wash the stains of guilt away \nBeside the smitten Rock. \n\n3 Thy saving health impart, \n\nO Comforter divine ; \nNow make these children pure in heart ; \nSlake them entirely thine. \n\n4 To-day in love descend ; \n\nO, come this precious hour ; \nIn mercy now their spirits bend \nBy thy resistless power. \n\n5 Our laboring bosoms bleed \n\nTill thou our griefs dispel ; \nSure is the promise which we plead, \nIn all things ordered well. \n\n6 Low bending at thy feet, \n\nOur offspring we resign : \nThine arm is strong, thy love is great. \nAnd high thy glories shine. \n\n511 \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n075. C. M. Sel. Hymns. \n\nA Hymn for a Maternal Association. \n\n1 GREAT God, we would to thee make known \n\nEach fond, maternal care ; \nFor this we gather round thy throne, \nAnd bring our children there. \n\n2 We ask not wealth, long life, or fame, \n\nOr aught the world can give ; \nMay they but glorify thy name, \nAnd to thy honor live. \n\n3 This is the burden of our prayer \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWhen from our bosoms riven, \nMay they be objects of thy care, \nAnd heirs, at last, of heaven. \n\n\xc2\xa9Tip. 7s. Campbell\'s Col* \n\nPrayer for the Salvation of Children, \n\n1 GOD of mercy, hear our prayer \n\nFor the children thou hast given j \nLet them all thy blessings share \xe2\x80\x94 \nGrace on earth and bliss in heaven. \n\n2 In the morning of their days \n\nMay then* hearts be drawn to thee ; \nLet them learn to lisp thy praise \nIn then* earliest infancy. \n\n3 When we see their passions rise, \n\nSinful habits unsubdued, \nThen to thee we lift our eyes, \n\nThat then* hearts may be renewed. \n\n4 Cleanse their souls from every stain, \n\nThrough the Saviour\'s precious blood ; \nLet them all be born again, \nAnd be reconciled to God. \n\n5 For this mercy, Lord, we cry ; \n\nBend thine ever-gracious ear ; \nWhile on thee our souls rely, \nHear our prayer \xe2\x80\x94 in mercy hear, \n512 \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n\xc2\xa9yf. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nChrist\'s condescending Regard to little Children. \n\n1 SEE Israel\'s gentle Shepherd stand, \n\nWith all-engaging charms ; \nHark ! how he calls the tender lambs, \nAnd folds them in his arms ! \n\n2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, \n\n" Nor scorn their humble name : \n" For \'twas to bless such souls as these \n" The Lord of angels came." \n\n3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer, \n\nAnd yield them up to thee ; \nWith humble trust that we are thine, \nThine let our offspring be. \n\n4 If orphans they are left behind, \n\nThy guardian care we trust ; \nThat care shall heal our bleeding hearts, \nIf weeping o\'er their dust. \n\n9#8\xc2\xbb C M. Mothers\' Hymns, \n\nPrayer for Children\'s Conversion. \n\n1 O LORD, behold us at thy feet, \n\nA needy, sinful band ; \nAs suppliants round thy mercy-seat, \nWe come at thy command. \n\n2 \'Tis for our children we would plead, \n\nThe offspring thou hast given ; \nWhere shall we go, in time of need, \nBut to the God of heaven ? \n\n3 We ask not for them wealth or fame, \n\nAmid the worldly strife ; \nBut, in the all- pre vailing Name, \nWe ask eternal life. \n\n4 We seek the Spirit\'s quickening grace, \n\nTo make them pure in heart, \nThat they may stand before thy face, \nAnd see thee as thou art. \n\n22* 513 \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n979. C. At. Ch. Psalmist. \n\nParental Solicitude. \n\n1 HOW can we see the children, Lord, \n\nIn love whom thou hast given, \nRemain regardless of thy word, \nWithout a hope of heaven ? \n\n2 How can we see them tread the path \n\nThat leads to endless death, \nThus adding to thy fearful wrath, \nWith every moment\'s breath ? \n\n3 Lord, hear the parents\' earnest cry, \n\nAnd save our children dear: \nNow send thy Spirit from on high, \nAnd fill them with thy fear. \n\n4 O, make them love thy holy law, \n\nAnd joyful walk therein ; \nTheir hearts to new obedience draw ; \nSave them from every sin. \n\n980* S. M. Fellows. \n\nPrayer for Offspring. \n\n1 GREAT God, now condescend \n\nTo bless our rising race ; \nSoon may their willing spirits bend, \nThe subjects of thy grace. \n\n2 O, what a pure delight \n\nTheir happiness to see! \nOur warmest wishes all unite \nTo lead their souls to thee. \n\n3 O, grant thy Spirit, Lord, \n\nTheir hearts to sanctify ; \nRemember now thy gracious word : \nOur hopes on thee rely. \n\n4 Draw forth the melting tear, \n\nThe penitential sigh ; \nInspire their hearts with faith sincere, \nAnd fix their hopes on high. \n\n514 \n\n\n\nMATERNAL HYMNS. \n\n5 These children now are thine ; \nWe give them hack to thee : \nO, lead them, hy thy grace divine, \nAlong the heavenly way. \n\n981* S. M. Doddridge. \n\nChrist blessing Children. \n\n1 THE Saviour kindly calls \n\nOur children to his breast ; \nHe folds them in his gracious arms; \nHimself declares them blest \n\n2 " Let them approach," he cries, \n\n"Nor scorn their humble claim; \nThe heirs of heaven are such as these : \nFor such as these 1 came." \n\n3 With joy we bring them, Lord, \n\nDevoting them to thee, \nImploring that, as we are thine, \nThine may our offspring be. \n\n983. C. M. Anon. \n\nChrist blessing Children. \n\n1 ON, through .Tudea\'s palmy plain, \n\nBy Jordan\'s silv\'ry shore, \nThe Saviour leads the thronging train, \nWho follow to adore. \n\n2 \'Midst youth, and sire, and blooming maid, \n\nHe marked the listening child; \nHis hand upon its head he laid, \nAnd blest in accents mild. \n\n3 Lord, though no more thy hallowed form \n\nCan greet our children\'s sight, \nGrant that, whilst life their breasts shall warm, \nThy word may guide them right. \n\n4 They may not feel thine earthly touch ; \n\nBut be thy Spirit given, \nTo make them holy; "for of such \nThe kingdom is of heaven." \n\n515 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n983. C. jtf. Hart. \nPublic Humiliation. \n\n1 LORD, look on all assembled here, \n\nWho in thy presence stand. \nTo offer up united prayer \nFor this our sinful land. \n\n2 O, may we all, with one consent \n\nFall low before thy throne, \nWith tears the nation\'s sins lament, \nThe church\'s, and our own. \n\n3 And should the dread decree be past, \n\nAnd we must feel the rod, \xe2\x80\x94 \nLet faith and patience hold us fast \nTo our correcting God. \n\n984. C. M. Rippon\'s Col. \nPublic Supplication. \n\n1 WHEN Abrah\'m, full of sacred awe, \n\nBefore Jehovah stood, \nAnd, with an humble, fervent prayer, \nFor guilty Sodom sued, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 With what success, what wondrous grace, \n\nWas his petition crowned ! \nThe Lord would spare, if hi this place \nTen righteous men were found. \n\n3 And could a single pious soul \n\nSo rich a boon obtain ? \nGreat God, and shall a nation cry, \nAnd plead with thee hi vain ? \n\n4 Are not the righteous dear to thee \n\nNow, as in ancient times ? \n\nOr does this sinful land exceed \n\nGomorrah in her crimes ? \n\n5 Still we are thine ; we bear thy name ; \n\nHere yet is thine abode : \nLong has thy presence blessed our land : \nForsake us not, O God. \n\n516 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n985. L. Mi Dyer - \n\nPublic Humiliation. \n\n1 GREAT Maker of unnumbered worlds, \n\nAnd whom unnumbered worlds adore, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhose goodness all thy creatures share, \nWhile nature trembles at thy power, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, \n\nThat wakes the wind, and lifts the sea ; \nAnd man, who moves the lord of earth, \nActs but the part assigned by thee. \n\n3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, \n\nTo thee we raise the humble cry ; \nThine altar is the contrite heart, \nThine incense the repentant sigh. \n\n4 O, may our land, in this her hour, \n\nConfess thy hand, and bless the rod, \nBy penitence make thee her Friend, \nAiid find in thee a guardian God. \n\n\xc2\xa986. C. M. Breviary. \n\nHumility under Affliction. \n\n1 O SINNER, bring not tears alone, \n\nOr outward form of prayer ; \nBut let it in thy heart be known \nThat penitence is there. \n\n2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, \n\nGod asketh not of thee : \nThy secret soul he bids thee bend \nIn true humility. \n\n3 O, let us, then, with heartfelt grief, \n\nDraw near unto our God, \nAnd pray to him to grant relief, \nAnd stay the lifted rod. \n\n4 O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign \n\nTo grant us what we need, \n\nWe pray for time to turn again, \n\nAnd grace to turn indeed. \n\n517 \n\n\n\nFAS1 AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n987. C. M. Watts, \n\nRelief from national Judgments implored. \n\n1 LORD, thou hast scourged our guilty land ; \n\nBehold, thy people mourn; \nShall vengeance ever guide thy hand, \nAnd mercy ne\'er return ? \n\n2 Our Zion tremhles at thy stroke, \n\nAnd dreads thy lilted hand; \nO, heal the people thou hast broke, \nAnd spare our guilty land. \n\n3 Then shall our loud and grateful voice \n\nProclaim our guardian God, \nThe nations round the earth rejoice, \nAnd sound thy praise abroad. \n\n988. C. M. Rifpon\'s Col. \nJudgments for national Sins deprecated. \n\n1 ALMIGHTY Lord, before thy throne \n\nThy mourning people bend; \n\'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone \nOur dying hopes depend. \n\n2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, \n\nThy dreadful power display; \nYet mercy spares our guilty land, \nAnd still we live to pray. \n\n3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine, \n\nFor error, guilt, and shame ! \nWhat impious numbers, bold in sin, \nDisgrace the Christian name ! \n\n4 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord ; \n\nConvert us by thy grace ; \nThen shall our hearts obey thy word, \nAnd see again thy face. \n\n5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, \n\nWe will not yield to tear, \nSecure of all-sufficient aid, \nWhen thou, O God, art near. \n\n518 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n989. S. M. E. Scott. \nThe Sacrifice of Gratitude. \n\n1 TTTY bounties, gracious Lord, \n\nWith gratitude we own ; \nWe praise thy providential care, \nThat showers its blessings down. \n\n2 With joy thy people bring \n\nTheir offerings round thy throne ; \nWith thankful souls, behold, we pay \nA tribute of thine own. \n\n3 O, may this sacrifice, \n\nWhile at thy feet we bend, \n\nAn odor of a sweet perfume, \n\nTo -thee, the Lord, ascend. \n\n4 Well pleased our God will view \n\nThe products of his grace; \nWith endless life will he fulfil \nHis kindest promises. \n\n990. lis & 8s. Montgomery. \nThanksgiving and Praise in the Sanctuary. \n\n1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth ; \n\nO, serve him with gladness and fear; \nExtdt in his presence with music and mirth ; \nWith love and devotion draw near. \n\n2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, \n\nCreator and Rider o\'er all ; \nAnd we are his people; his sceptre we own ; \nHis sheep, and we follow his call. \n\n3 O, enter his gates with thanksgiving and song ; \n\nYour vows in his temple proclaim ; \nHis praise in melodious accordance prolong, \nAnd bless his adorable name. \n\n4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, \n\nAnd we are the work of his hand ; \nHis mercy and truth from eternity stood, \nAnd shall to eternity stand. \n\n519 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n991. 8s & 7s. CROSSE. \n\nThe Sacrifice of Thanksgiving. \n\n1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean, \n\nHear us from thy bright abode, \nWhile oar hearts, with true devotion, \nOwn their great and gracious God. \n\n2 Health and every needful blessing \n\nAre thy bounteous gifts alone ; \nComforts undeserved possessing, \nHere we bend before thy throne. \n\n3 Thee, with humble adoration, \n\nLord, we praise for mercies past ; \nStill to this most favored nation \nMay those mercies ever last \n\n99S. L. M. Presb. Col. \n\nGoodness of God celebrated. \n\n1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord ; \nAll nature rests upon his word ; \nMercy and truth his courts maintain, \nAnd own his universal reign. \n\n2 Seasons and times obey his voice ; \nThe evening and the morn rejoice \n\nTo see the earth made soft with showers, \nEnriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers. \n\n3 Thy works pronounce thy power divine ; \nIn all the earth thy glories shine ; \nThrough every month thy gifts appear ; \nGreat God, thy goodness crowns the year. \n\n993. 6s & 4s. Montgomery. \n\nPraise to the God of Harvest. \n1 THE God of harvest praise ; \nIn loud thanksgiving raise \nHand, heart, and voice ; \nThe valleys smile and sing, \nForests and mountains ring, \nThe plains their tribute bring, \nThe streams rejoice. \n\n520 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n2 Yea, bless his holy name, \nAnd purest thanks proclaim \n\nThrough all the earth; \nTo glory in your lot \nIs duty, \xe2\x80\x94 but be not \nGod\'s benefits forgot, \n\nAmidst your mirth. \n\n3 The God of harvest praise ; \nHands, hearts, and voices, raise, \n\nWith sweet accord ; \nFrom field to garner throng, \nBearing your sheaves along, \nAnd in your harvest song \n\nBless ye the Lord. \n\n\n\n994 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Doddridge, \n\nThe Year crowned with Goodness, \n\n1 ETERNAL Source of every joy, \nThy praise may well our lips employ, \nWhile in thy temple we appear, \n\nWhose goodness crowns the circling year. \n\n2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, \nThy hand supports the steady pole ; \nThe sun is taught by thee to rise, \nAnd darkness when to veil the skies. \n\n3 The flowery spring, at thy command, \nEmbalms the air and paints the land; \nThe summer rays with vigor shine, \nTo raise the corn and cheer the vine. \n\n4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours \nThrough all our coasts abundant stores ; \nAnd winters, softened by thy care, \n\nNo more a dreary aspect wear. \n\n5 Still be the cheerful homage paid \nWith morning light and evening shade; \nSeasons, and months, and weeks, and days, \nDemand successive songs of praise. \n\n22* 521 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n\xc2\xa995. L. M. Campbell\'s Col. \n\nThe Joy in Harvest. \n\n1 GREAT God, as seasons disappear, \nAnd changes mark the rolling year, \nThy favor still doth crown our days, \nAnd we would celebrate thy praise. \n\n2 The harvest song we would repeat : \n"*Thou givest us the finest wheat:" \n\n" The joy of harvest," we have known : \nThe praise, O Lord, is all thine own. \n\n3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, \nO, give us hearts to bless thee, Lord ; \nForbid it, Source of light and love, \n\nThat hearts and lives should barren prove. \n\n4 Another harvest comes apace : \nMature our spirits by thy grace, \nThat we may calmly meet the blow \nThe sickle gives to lay us low ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 That so, when angel reapers come \nTo gather sheaves to thy blest home, \nOur spirits may be borne on high \nTo thy sale garner in the sky. \n\nSS\xc2\xa9. L. P. M. Roscoe. \n\nPraise to the Author of National Blessings. \n\n1 GREAT God, beneath whose piercing eye \nThe world\'s extended kingdoms lie, \n\nWe bow before thy heavenly throne ; \nThy favoring smile upholds them all ; \nThine anger smites them, and they fall; \n\nThy power we see, thy greatness own. \n\n2 To thee, with grateful hearts, we raise \nThe tribute of exulting praise, \n\nOur country\'s Guardian, Guide, and Friend ; \nPreserved by thee for ages past, \nFor ages let thy kindness last, \n\nAnd e\'er thy sheltering care extend. \n\n522 \n\n\n\nFAST AND THANKSGIVING. \n\n997. C. M. Anon. \n\nA Harvest Hymn. \n\n1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, \n\nHow rich thy bounties are ! \nThe rolling seasons, as they move, \nProclaim thy constant care. \n\n2 When in the bosom of the earth \n\nThe sower hid the grain, \nThy goodness marked its secret birth, \nAnd sent the early rain. \n\n3 The spring\'s sweet influence, Lord, was thine ; \n\nThe plants in beauty grew ; \nThou gav\'st refulgent suns to shine, \nAnd gav\'st refreshing dew. \n\n4 These various mercies from above \n\nMatured the swelling grain ; \nA kindly harvest crowns thy love, \nAnd plenty fills the plain. \n\n5 We own and bless thy gracious sway ; \n\nThy hand all nature hails: \nSeedtime nor harvest, night nor day, \nSummer nor winter, fails. \n\n998. L. M. Heginbotham. \n\nThe God of all Grace. \n\n1 GREAT God, let all my tuneful powers \n\nAwake, and sing thy mighty name : \nThy hand revolves my circling hours \xe2\x80\x94 \nThy hand, from whence my being came. \n\n2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round \n\nIn beauteous order, speak thy praise ; \nAnd years, with smiling mercy crowned, \nTo thee successive honors raise. \n\n3 My life, my health, my friends, I owe \n\nAll to thy vast, unbounded love ; \nTen thousand precious gifts below, \nAnd hope of nobler joys aoove. \n\n4 Thus will 1 sing till nature cease, \n\nTill sense and language are no more, \nAnd after death thy boundless grace, \nThrough everla&ting years, adore. \n\n523 \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n\n999. 7s. Sac. Lyrics. \n\nThanksgiving. \n\n1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song; \nPraises to our God belong ; \n\nSaints and angels join to sing \nPraises to the heavenly King. \n\n2 Blessings from his liberal hand \nFlow around this happy land: \nKept by him, no ibes annoy; \nPeace and freedom we enjoy. \n\n3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, \nMay we cheerfully obey, \xe2\x80\x94 \nNever feel oppression\'s rod, \xe2\x80\x94 \nEver own and worship God. \n\n4 Hark! the voice of nature sings \nPraises to the King of kings; \nLet us join the choral song, \nAnd the grateful notes prolong. \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n\n1000. 6s & 4s. S. F. Smith. \n\nNational Hymn. \n\n1 MY country, \'tis of thee, \nSweet land of liberty, \n\nOf thee 1 sing ; \nLand where my fathers died, \nLand of the pilgrim\'s pride, \nFrom every mountain side \n\nLet freedom ring. \n\n2 My native country, thee \xe2\x80\x94 \nLand of the noble, free \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThy name \xe2\x80\x94 I love ; \nI love thy rocks and rills, \nThy woods and templed hills; \nMy heart with rapture tlirills \n\nLike that above. \n\n524 \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n\n3 Let music swell the breeze, \nAnd ring from all tlie trees \n\nSweet freedom\'s song: \nLet mortal tongues awake; \nLet all that breathe partake; \nLet rocks their silence break, - \n\nThe sound prolong. \n\n4 Our fathers\' God, to thee, \nAuthor of liheity, \n\nTo thee we sing: \nLong may our land be bright \nWith freedom\'s holy light; \nProtect us hy thy might, \n\nGreat God, our King. \n\n\n\n1001. L. M. Presb. Col, \n\nGod acknowledged in national Blessings, \n\n1 GREAT God of nations, now to thee \n\nOur hymn of gratitude we raise ; \n\nWith humble heart and bending knee, \n\nWe offer thee our song of praise. \n\n2 Thy name we bless, almighty God, \n\nFor all the kindness thou hast shown \nTo this fair land the pilgrims trod, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThis land we fondly call our own. \n\n3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide, \n\nAnd casts her soft and hallowed ray ; \nHere thou our fathers\' steps didst guide \nIn safety through their dangerous way. \n\n4 We praise thee that the gospel\'s light \n\nThrough all our land its radiance sheds, \nDispels the shades of error\'s night, \n\nAnd heavenly blessings round us spreads. \n\n5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear ; \n\nIn dangers still our Guardian be ; \nO, spread thy truth\'s bright precepts here; \nLet all the people worship thee. \n\n525 \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n1003. C. M. ANON. \n\nGod\'s Kindness to our Forefathers. \n\n1 TO Him from whom our blessings flow, \n\nWho aJJ our wants supplies, \nThis day the choral song and vow \nFrom grateful hearts shall rise. \n\n2 \'Twas he who led the pilgrim band \n\nAcross the stormy sea ; \n\'Twas he who stayed the tyrant\'s hand, \nAnd set our country tree. \n\n3 When shivering on a strand unknown, \n\nIn sickness and distress, \nOur fathers looked to God alone, \nTo save, protect, and bless. \n\n4 Be thou our nation\'s strength and shield, \n\nIn manhood as in youth ; \nThine arm for our protection wield, \nAnd guide us by thy truth. \n\n1003. C. M. Wreforik \n\nPrayer for our Country. \n\n1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray, \n\nOf every clime and coast, \nO, hear us for our native land, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe land we love the most \n\n2 O, guard our shores from every foe, \n\nWith peace our borders bless, \nWith prosperous times our cities crown, \nOur fields with plenteousness. \n\n3 Unite us in the sacred love \n\nOf knowledge, truth, and thee ; \nAnd let our hills and valleys shout \nThe songs of liberty. \n\n4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee \n\nOur country we commend ; \nBe thou her refuge and her trust, \nHer everlasting friend. \n526 \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n\n1004. L. P. M. Kippis. \n\nNational Praise and Prayer. \n\n1 WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, \nTo God we raise united songs; \n\nHis power and mercy we proclaim : \nThrough every age, O, may we own \nJehovah here has fixed his throne, \n\nAnd triumph in his mighty name. \n\n2 Long as the moon her course shall run, \nOr men hehold the circling sun, \n\nLord, in our land support thy reign ; \nCrown her just counsels with success, \nWith truth and peace her borders bless, \n\nAnd all thy sacred rights maintain. \n\n!\xc2\xa9\xc2\xa9<?>\xe2\x80\xa2 P. M. H. S. Washburn. \n\nThe Goodness of God to our Country celebrated. \n\n1 LET every heart rejoice and sing ; \n\nLet choral anthems rise; \nYe reverend men and children, bring \n\nTo God your sacrifice ; \nFor he is good ; the Lord is good, \n\nAnd kind are all his ways : \nWith songs and honors sounding loud, \n\nThe Lord Jehovah praise, \nWhile the rocks and the rills, \nWhile the vales and the hills, \n\nA glorious anthem raise : \nLet each prolong the grateful song, \n\nAnd the God of our fathers praise. \n\n2 He bids the sun to rise and set ; \n\nIn heaven his power is known ; \nAnd earth, subdued to him, shall yet \n\nBow low before his throne ; \nFor he is good ; the Lord is good ? \n\nAnd kind are all his ways : \nWith songs and honors sounding loud, \n\nThe Lord Jehovah praise, \nWhile the rocks and the rills, \nWhile the vales and the hills, \n\nA glorious anthem raise : \nLet each prolong the grateful song, \n\nAnd the God of our fathers praise. \n\n527 \n\n\n\nNATIONAL HYMNS. \n\n1006. L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \nPrayer for national Gratitude and Holiness. \n\n1 LORD, let thy goodness lead our land, \nStill saved by thine almighty hand, \nThe tribute of* its love to bring \n\nTo thee, our Saviour and our King. \n\n2 Let every public temple raise \nTriumphant songs of holy praise ; \nLet every peaceful, private home \nA temple, Lord, to thee become. \n\n3 Still be it our supreme delight \nTo walk as In thy glorious sight; \nStill in thy precepts and thy fear, \nTill life\'s last hour, to persevere. \n\n1007. 6s & 4s. S. F. Smith, \n\nHymn for the national Anniversary. \n\n1 AUSPICIOUS morning, hail! \nVoices from hill and vale \n\nThy welcome sing: \nJoy on thy dawning breaks ; \nEach heart that joy partakes, \nWhile cheerful music wakes, \n\nIts praise to bring. \n\n2 When on the tyrant\'s rod \nOur patriot fathers trod, \n\nAnd dared be free, \n\'Twas not in burning zeal, \nFirm nerves, and hearts of steel, \nOur country\'s joy to seal, \n\nBut, Lord, in thee. \n\n3 Thou, as a shield of power, \nIn battle\'s awful hour, \n\nDidst round us stand ; \nOur hopes were in thy throne : \nStrong in thy might alone, \nBy thee our banners shone, \n\nGod of our land. \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n4 Long o\'er our native hills, \nLong by our shaded rills, \n\nMay freedom rest ; \nLong may our shores have peace, \nOur flag grace every breeze, \nOur ships the distant seas, \n\nFrom east to west. \n\n5 Peace on this day abide, \nFrom morn till even-tide ; \n\nWake tuneful song ; \nMelodious accents raise ; \nLet every heart, with praise, \nBring high and grateful lays, \n\nRich, full, and strong. \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1008. C. M. Anon. \n\n" 1 will be glad in the Lord." \n\n1 WHEN morning\'s first and hallowed ray \n\nBreaks with its trembling light, \nTo chase the pearly dews away, \xe2\x80\x94 \nBright tear-drops of the night, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, \n\nBut rises, gladly free, \nOn wings of everlasting love, \nAnd finds its home in thee. \n\n3 When evening\'s silent shades descend, \n\nAnd nature sinks to rest, \nStill to my Father and my Friend \nMy wishes are addressed. \n\n4 And e\'en when midnight\'s solemn gloom \n\nAbove, around, is spread, \nSweet dreams of everlasting bloom \nAre hovering o\'er my head. \n\n5 1 dream of that fair land, O Lord, \n\nWhere all thy saints shall be ; \nI wake to lean upon thy word, \nAnd still delight in thee. \n23 529 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1009. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Goodness acknowledged. \n\n1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day- \n\nSalutes thy waking eyes ; \nOnce more, my voice, thy tribute pay \nTo Him who rules the skies. \n\n2 Night unto night his name repeats ; \n\nThe day renews the sound, \nWide as the heavens on which he sits, \nTo turn the seasons round. \n\n3 \'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; \n\nMy tongue shall speak his praise ; \nMy sins would rouse his wrath to flame, \nAnd yet his wrath delays. \n\n4 How many wretched souls have fled \n\nSince the last setting sun ! \nAnd yet thou lengthenest out my thread, \nAnd yet my moments run. \n\n5 Great God, let all my hours be thine, \n\nWhile I enjoy the light ; \nThen shall my sun in smiles decline, \nAnd bring a peaceful night. \n\n1910. L. M. Watts \n\nA Morning Hymn. \n\n1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice \n\nThe cheerful sun makes haste to rise, \nAnd like a giant doth rejoice \n\nTo run his journey through the skies. \n\n2 O, like the sun may I fulfil \n\nTh\' appointed duties of the day ; \nWith ready mind and active will \n\nMarch on, and keep my heavenly way. \n\n3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, \n\nEnlightening our beclouded eyes ; \nThy threatenings just, thy promise sure; \nThy gospel makes the simple wise. \n\n4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, \n\nAnd then receive me to thy bliss ; \nAll my desires and hopes beside \n\nAre faint and cold compared with this. \n\n530 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1011. L. M. Watts \n\nGrateful Acknowledgment, \n\n1 MY God, how endless is thy love ! \n\nThy gifts are every evening new ; \nAnd morning mercies from above \nGently distil like early dew. \n\n2 Thou spread\'st the curtains of the night, \n\nGreat Guardian of my sleeping hours ; \nThy sovereign word restores the light, \nAnd quickens all my drowsy powers. \n\n3 I yield my powers to thy command ; \n\nTo thee 1 consecrate my days ; \nPerpetual blessings from thy hand \nDemand perpetual songs of praise. \n\n1013. C. M. Sac. Offering. \n\nGrateful Acknowledgment, \n\n1 AGAIN, from calm and sweet repose, \n\nI rise to hail the dawn ; \nAgain my waking eyes unclose, \nTo view the smiling morn. \n\n2 Great God of love, thy praise I\'ll sing ; \n\nFor thou hast safely kept \nMy soul beneath thy guardian wing, \nAnd watched me while I slept. \n\n3 Glory to thee, eternal Lord ; \n\nO, teach my heart to pray, \nAnd thy blest Spirit\'s help afford, \nTo guide rne through the day. \n\n4 Let every thought and word accord \n\nWith thy most holy will ; \nEach deed the precepts of thy word \nWith pious aim fulfil. \n\n5 From danger, sin, and every ill, \n\nMy constant Guardian prove ; \nO, sanctify my heart, and fill \nWith thoughts of holy love, \n\n531 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1013. 7s. Epk. Col. \nA Morning Prayer. \n\n1 NOW the shades of night are gone ; \nNow is passed the early dawn : \nLord, we would be thine to-day : \nDrive the shades of sin away. \n\n2 Blake our souls as noonday clear ; \nBanish every doubt and fear: \n\nIn thy vineyard, Lord, to-day, \nWe would labor, we would pray. \n\n3 When our work of life is past, \nO, receive us all at last : \nLabor then will all be o\'er ; \nSin\'s dark night will be no more. \n\n1014. 7s. Ch. Psalmody. \n\nGratitude and Supplication. \n\n1 THOU that dost my life prolong, \nKindly aid my morning song ; \nThankful, from my couch I rise, \nTo the God that rules the skies. \n\n2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; \nTny preserving hand was nigh: \nPeaceful slumbers thou hast shed, \nGrateful to my weary head. \n\n3 Thou hast kept me through the night ; \n\'Twas thy hand restored the light : \nLord, thy mercies still are new, \nPlenteous as the morning dew. \n\n4 Still my feet are prone to stray ; \nO, preserve me through the day : \nDangers every where abound ; \nSins and snares beset me round. \n\n5 Gently, with the dawning ray, \nOn my soul thy beams display ; \nSweeter than the smiling morn. \nLet thy cheering light return. \n\n532 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1\xc2\xa9!5. C. M. Steele. \n\nGratitude and Supplication. \n\n1 GOD of my life, my morning song \n\nTo thee I cheerful raise : \nThine acts of love \'tis good to sing, \nAnd pleasant \'tis to praise. \n\n2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, \n\nI passed the shades of night, \nSerene, and safe from every harm, \nTo see the morning light. \n\n3 While numbers spent the night in sighs, \n\nAnd restless pains and woes, \n\nIn gentle sleep I closed my eyes, \n\nAnd woke from sweet repose. \n\n4 O, let the same almighty care \n\nThrough all this day attend ; \nFrom every danger, every snare, \nMy heedless steps defend. \n\n5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, \n\nAnd guide my future days ; \nAnd let thy goodness fill my soul \nWith gratitude and praise. \n\n1016. S. M. Dwight. \n\nMorning Thanksgiving. \n\n1 SERENE 1 laid me down, \n\nBeneath his guardian care : \nI slept \xe2\x80\x94 and I awoke, and found \nMy kind Preserver near. \n\n2 Thus does thine arm support \n\nThis weak, defenceless frame ; \nBut whence these favors, Lord, to me, \nAll worthless as I am ? \n\n3 O, how shall I repay \n\nThe bounties of my God ? \n\nThis feeble spirit pants beneath \n\nThe pleasing, painful load. \n\n4 My life 1 would anew \n\nDevote, O Lord, to thee ; \nAnd in thy service I would spend \nA long eternity. \n\n533 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n1017. L. M. Kenn. \nA Morning Invocation. \n\n1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun \nThy daily stage of duty run ; \nShake off dull sloth, and joyful rise \nTo pay thy morning sacrifice. \n\n2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart. \nAnd with the angels bear thy part, \nWho all night long unwearied sing \nHigh praises to th\' eternal King. \n\n3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, \nAnd hast refreshed me while I slept : \nGrant, Lord, when 1 from death shall wake, \nI may of endless life partake. \n\n4 Lord, I to thee my vows renew ; \nDispel my sins as morning dew ; \n\nGuard my first springs of thought and will, \nAnd with thyself my spirit fill. \n\n5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, \nAll 1 design, or do, or say, \n\nThat all my powers, with true delight, \nIn thy sole glory may unite. \n\n1018. C. M. Kirns. \nMorning and Evening Praise. \n\n1 ON thee, each morning, O my God, \n\nMy waking thoughts attend, \nIn whom are founded all my hopes, \nIn whom my wishes end. \n\n2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, \n\nThy boundless love surveys, \nAnd, fired with grateful zeal, prepares \nThe sacrifice of praise. \n\n3 When evening slumbers press my eyes, \n\nWith thy protection blest, \nIn peace and safety I commit \nMy weary limbs to rest. \n534 \n\n\n\nMORNING HYMNS. \n\n4 My spirit, in thy hands secure, \n\nFears no approaching ill ; \nFor, whether waking or asleep, \nThou, Lord, art with me still. \n\n5 Then will I daily to the world \n\nThy wondrous acts proclaim, \nWhilst all with me shall praise and sing, \nAnd bless thy sacred name. \n\n6 At morn, at noon, at night, Fll still \n\nThe pleasing work pursue, \nAnd thee alone will praise, to whom \nAll praise is ever due. \n\n\n\n1019. C. M. Watts. \n\nA Morning Hosanna. \n\n1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound, \n\nTo God\'s upholding hand ! \nTen thousand snares attend us round, \nAnd yet secure we stand \n\n2 That was a most amazing power \n\nThat raised us with a word ; \nAnd every day, and every hour, \nWe lean upon the Lord. \n\n3 The rising morn cannot assure \n\nThat we shall end the day ; \nFor death stands ready at the door \nTo hurry us away. \n\n4 Our life is forfeited by sin \n\nTo God\'s most righteous law ; \nWe own thy grace, immortal King, \nIn every breath we draw. \n\n5 God is our sun, whose daily light \n\nOur joy and safety brings ; \nOur feeble frame lies safe at night \nBeneath his guardian wings. \n\n535 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1020. 6s & 5s. Anon. \n\nPraise to God. \n\n1 THROUGH thy protecting care, \n\nKept till the dawning, \nTaught to draw near in prayer, \n\nHeed we the warning : \nO thou great One in Three, \nGladly our souls would be \nEvermore praising thee, \n\nGod of the morning. \n\n2 God of our sleeping hours, \n\nWatch o\'er us waking, \nAll our imperfect powers \n\nIn thine hands taking : \nIn us thy work fulfil, \nBe with thy children still, \nThose who obey thy will \n\nNever forsaking. \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1021* 12s & lis. Churchman \n\nAn Evening Hymn. \n\n1 SEE, daylight is fading o\'er earth and o\'er ocean ; \n\nThe sun has gone down on the far-distant sea ; \nO, now, in the hush of life\'s fitful commotion, \nWe lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee. \n\n2 Full oft wast thou found afar on the mountain, \n\nAs eventide spread her dark wing o\'er the wave : \nThou Son of the Highest, and life\'s endless fountain, \nBe with us, we pray thee, to bless and to save. \n\n3 And oft as the tumult of life\'s heaving billow \n\nShall toss our frail bark, driving wild o\'er night\'s deep. \nLet thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, \nAnd guard us from evil, though death watch our sleep. \n\n4 To God, our great Father, whose throne is in heaven, \n\nWho dwells with the lowly and contrite in heart, \nTo the Son and the Spirit all glory be given : \nOne God, ever blessed and praised, thou art \n\n536 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1033. L. M. Anon. \n\nEvening Reflections. \n\n1 STILL evening comes, with gentle shade, \n\nSweet harbinger of balrny rest, \nFrom toilsome hours and anxious thoughts \nRevolving in the pensive breast. \n\n2 Refulgent day in darkness sets ; \n\nThe noisy crowds are hushed in sleep ; \nHarsh sounds to gentle murmurs turn, \nAs o\'er the fields the zephyrs sweep. \n\n3 The hour is sweet when tumults cease ; \n\nThe scene obscured inspires my eye, \nAnd darkness marks the loved retreat \nWhere pleasures live and sorrows die. \n\n4 Retirement solemn, yet serene, \n\nAnd undisturbed by human voice, \nInvites repose on Jesus\' arm, \nAnd bids my soul in God rejoice. \n\n1033. L. M. Watts. \n\nEvening Reflections, \n\n1 THUS far the Lord has led me on ; \n\nThus far his power prolongs my days ; \nAnd every evening shall make known \nSome fresh memorial of his grace. \n\n2 Much of my time has run to waste, \n\nAnd I, perhaps, am near my home ; \nBut he forgives my follies past ; \n\nHe gives me strength for days to come. \n\n3 I lay my body down to sleep ; \n\nPeace is the pillow for my head ; \nWhile well-appointed angels keep \nTheir watchful stations round my bed. \n\n4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, \n\nMy flesh shall rest beneath the ground, \nAnd wait thy voice to break my tomb, \nWith sweet salvation in the sound. \n\n23* 537 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1024. C. M. Watts. \nGod\'s Goodness acknowledged. \n\n1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song \n\nLike holy incense rise ; \nAssist the offering of my tongue \nTo reach the lofty skies. \n\n2 Through all the dangers of the day \n\nThy hand was still my guard ; \nAnd still to drive my wants away \nThy mercy stood prepared. \n\n3 Perpetual blessings from above \n\nEncompass me around ; \nBut, O, how few returns of love \nHath my Redeemer found ! \n\n4 What have I done for him who died \n\nTo save my guilty soul ? \n\nAlas ! my sins are multiplied, \n\nFast as my minutes roll. \n\n5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine, \n\nLord, to thy cross I flee, \nAnd to thy grace my soul resign, \nTo be renewed by thee. \n\n1025. L. M. Steele. \nEvening Reflections. \n\n1 GREAT God, to thee my evening song, \n\nWith humble gratitude, I raise ; \nO, let thy mercy tune my tongue, \nAnd fill my heart with lively praise. \n\n2 My days, unclouded as they pass, \n\nAnd every gently-rolling hour, \nAre monuments of wondrous grace, \nAnd witness to thy love and power. \n\n3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart. \n\nToo oft regardless of thy love, \nUngrateful, can from thee depart, \nAnd, fond of trifles, vainly rove. \n\n538 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood \n\nOf Jesus : his dear name alone \nI plead for pardon, gracious God, \nAnd kind acceptance, at thy throne. \n\n5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; \n\nWith sleep refresh my feeble frame ; \nSafe in thy care may I repose, \nAnd wake with praises to thy name. \n\n1036. 7s. Ens. Col. \nCommunion with God, \n\n1 SOFTLY now the light of day \nFades upon our sight away ; \nFree from care, from labor free, \nLord, we would commune with thee. \n\n2 Soon for us the light of day \nShall forever pass away ; \nThen, from sin and sorrow free, \nTake us, Lord, to dwell with thee. \n\n1037. 7s & 6s. Sac. Songs. \nReflections at Sunset. \n\n1 THE mellow eve is gliding \n\nSerenely down the west ; \nSo, every care subsiding, \nMy soul would sink to rest \n\n2 The woodland hum is ringing \n\nThe daylight\'s gentle close ; \n\nMay angels, round me singing, \n\nThus hymn my last repose. \n\n3 The evening star has lighted \n\nHer crystal lamp on high ; \n\nSo, when in death benighted, \n\nMay hope illume the sky. \n\n4 In golden splendor dawning \n\nThe morrow\'s light shall break ; \nO, on the last bright morning \nMay I in glory wake. \n\n539 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1088. S. M. Curtis\'s Col. \n\nFlight of Time. \n\n1 ANOTHER day is past, \n\nThe hours forever fled, \nAnd time is bearing us away \nTo mingle with the dead. \n\n2 Our minds in perfect peace \n\nOur Father\'s care shall keep ; \nWe yield to gentle slumber now, \nFor thou canst never sleep. \n\n3 How blessed, Lord, are they \n\nOn thee securely stayed ! \nNor shall they be in life alarmed, \nNor be in death dismayed. \n\n1029. C. M. Sac. Offrking. \n\nRecognition of daily Mercies. \n\n1 ETERNAL God of love and power, \n\n1 will thy praise resound, \nAnd tell how every passing hour \nIs with thy goodness crowned. \n\n2 Throughout the day, thy tender care \n\nHas all my wants supplied, \nAnd deigned from every baneful snare \nMy erring steps to guide. \n\n3 But, O, my tongue hi vain essays \n\nThy bounty to declare ; \nIt ne\'er can tell, in mortal lays, \nHow great thy mercies are. \n\n4 But yet thine all-discerning eye \n\nMy grateful heart can see ; \n\nAnd all its warm emotions lie, \n\nO Lord, exposed to thee. \n\n5 Now, while mine eyes are closed in sleep, \n\nWilt thou my Guardian be, \nAnd deign my wearied frame to keep \nFrom every danger free. \n\n540 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n1030. 6s & 5s. Anon. \n\nSeeking Protection. \n\n1 O THOU who hearest prayer, \n\nThrough his submission \nWho did our sorrows bear, \n\nHear our petition: \nLead us in thine own way ; \nGrant us, we humbly pray, \nFor all our sins this day, \n\nHoly contrition. \n\n2 They shall lie down in peace, \n\nLord, whom thou keepest ; \nThy mercies never cease; \n\nThou never sleepest : \nGuard us till morning\'s ray \nBids us again essay \nWho shall pour forth the lay \n\nLoudest and deepest. \n\n1031. L. M. Kenn, \nTrusting God \n\n1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, \nFor all the blessings of the light : \nKeep me, O keep me, King of kings, \nBeneath the shadow of thy wings. \n\n2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, \nThe ills which I this day have done ; \nThat with the world, myself, and thee, \nI, ere I sleep, at peace may be. \n\n3 Teach me to live that I may dread \nThe grave as little as my bed; \nTeach me to die that so 1 may \nWith joy behold the judgment day. \n\n4 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep ; \nThy watchful station near me keep ; \nMy heart with love celestial fill, \n\nAnd guard me from th\' approach of ill. \n\n5 Lord, let my heart forever share \nThe bliss of thy paternal care : \n\n\'Tis heaven on earth, \'tis heaven above, \nTo see thy face and sing thy love. \n\n511 \n\n\n\nEVENING HYMNS. \n\n10353* 8s & 7s. Edmeston. \n\nConfidence in God\'s Protection. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing \n\nEre repose our spirits seal ; \nSin and want we come confessing ; \nThou canst save and thou canst heal. \n\n2 Though destruction walk around us, \n\nThough the arrows past us fly, \nAngel guards from thee surround us ; \nWe are safe, if thou art nigh. \n\n3 Though the night be dark and dreary, \n\nDarkness cannot hide from thee ; \nThou art he who, never weary, \nWatchest where thy people be. \n\n4 Should swift Death this night o\'ertake us, \n\nAnd command us to the tomb, \n\nMay the morn in heaven awake us, \n\nClad in bright, eternal bloom. \n\n1033. 8s. Hogg. \nPraise to God. \n\n1 BLESSED be thy name forever, \nThou of life the glorious Giver : \n\nThou canst guard thy creatures, sleeping ; \nHeal the heart long broke with weeping. \n\n2 Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepest, \nBlest are they thou kindly keepest : \nThou of every good the Giver, \nBlessed be thy name forever. \n\n1034. C. M. Watts. \nEvening Devotion. \n\n1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; \n\nI am forever thine : \nI fear before thee all the day, \nNor would 1 dare to sin. \n\n2 And while I rest my weary head, \n\nFrom cares and business free, \n\n\'Tis sweet conversing on my bed \n\nWith my own heart and thee. \n\n542 \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; \n\nAnd when my work is done, \nGreat God, my faith, my hope relies \nUpon thy grace alone. \n\n4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace. \n\nI\'ll give mine eyes to sleep ; \nThy hand in safety keeps my days, \nAnd will my slumbers keep. \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n1033. C. M. Watts. \n\nSeasons, \n\n1 WITH songs and honors sounding loud, \n\nAddress the Lord on high ; \nO\'er all the heavens he spreads his cloud, \nAnd waters veil the sky. \n\n2 He sends his showers of blessings down, \n\nTo cheer the plains below ; \nHe makes the grass the mountains crown, \nAnd corn in valleys grow. \n\n3 His steady counsels change the face \n\nOf each declining year ; \nHe bids the sun cut short his race, \nAnd wLitry days appear. \n\n4 On us his providence has shone, \n\nWith gentle, smiling rays ; \nO, may our lips and lives make known \nHis goodness and his praise. \n\n1036. C. M. Steele. \n\nSpring. \n\n1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale, \nAnd blossoms deck the spray, \nAnd fragrance breathes in every gale, \nHow sweet the vernal day ! \n\n543 \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n2 Hark ! how the feathered warblers sing ! \n\ns Tis nature\'s cheerful voice ; \n\nSoft music hails the lovely spring, \n\nAnd woods and fields rejoice. \n\n3 O God of nature and of grace, \n\nThy heavenly gifts impart ; \nThen shall my meditation trace \nSpring, blooming in my heart. \n\n4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join \n\nGlad nature\'s cheerful song, \nAnd love and gratitude divine \nAttune my joyful tongue. \n\n1037. H. M. Dwight. \nSpring. \n\n1 HOW pleasing is the voice \n\nOf God, our heavenly King, \nWho bids the frosts retire, \n\nAnd wakes the lovely spring ! \nBright suns arise, I And beauty glows \n\nThe mild wind blows, | Through earth and skies. \n\n2 The morn, with glory crowned, \n\nHis hand arrays in smiles : \nHe bids the eve decline, \n\nRejoicing o\'er the hills : \nThe evening breeze I His beauty blooms \nHis breath perfumes ; | In flowers and trees. \n\n3 With life he clothes the spring, \n\nThe earth with summer warms, \nHe spreads th\' autumnal feast, \n\nAnd rides on wintry storms : \nHis gifts divine I And round the year \n\nThrough all appear ; | His glories shine. \n\n1038. C. M. W. B. Peabody. \nSpring. \n\n1 WHEN brighter suns and milder skies \nProclaim the opening year, \nWhat various sounds of joy arise ! \nWhat prospects bright appear ! \n544 \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n2 Earth and her thousand voices give \n\nTheir thousand notes of praise ; \nAnd all, that by his mercy live, \nTo God their offering raise. \n\n3 The streams, all beautiful and bright, \n\nReflect the morning sky ; \nAnd there, with music in his flight, \nThe wild bird soars on high. \n\n4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear. \n\nThat saw the Saviour rise, \nThe spring of heaven\'s eternal year \nShall dawn on earth and skies. \n\n5 No winter there, no shades of night \n\nObscure those mansions blest, \nWhere, in the happy fields of light, \nThe weary are at rest \n\n\n\n1039. C. M. Newton. \n\nSpring. \n\n1 AT length the wished-for spring has come : \n\nHow altered is the scene ! \nThe trees and shrubs are dressed in bloom, \nThe earth arrayed in green. \n\n2 O, let my inmost soul confess, \n\nWith grateful joy and love, \nThe bounteous hand that deigns to bless \nThe garden, field, and grove. \n\n3 Inspired to praise, my heart would join \n\nGlad nature\'s cheerful song ; \nWhile love and gratitude combine \nTo tune my joyful tongue. \n\n4 My faith exults, that yet the spring \n\nOf righteousness and praise \nOur gracious God will surely bring. \nAnd in all nations raise. \n\n23* 515 \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n1040. 7s & 6s. Brit. Mag. \n\nAutumn. \n\n1 THE leaves, around me falling, \n\nAre preaching of decay ; \nThe hollow winds are calling, \n\n" Come, pilgrim, come away : " \nThe day, in night declining, \n\nSays I must, too, decline ; \nThe year its bloom resigning, \n\nIts lot foreshadows mine. \n\n2 The light my path surrounding, \n\nThe loves to which I cling, \nThe hopes within me bounding, \n\nThe joys that round me wing, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAll, all, like stars at even, \n\nJust gleam and shoot away, \nPass on before to heaven, \n\nAnd chide at my delay. \n\n3 The friends gone there before me \n\nAre calling from on high, \nAnd happy angels o\'er me \n\nTempt sweetly to the sky : \n" Why wait," they say, " and wither, \n\n\'Mid scenes of death and sin ? \nO, rise to glory, hither, \n\nAnd find true life begin." \n\n4 I hear the invitation, \n\nAnd fain would rise and come, \nA sinner, to salvation, \n\nAn exile, to his home ; \nBut while I here must linger, \n\nThus, thus, let all I see \nPoint on, with faithful finger, \n\nTo heaven, O Lord, and thee. \n\n1041. 8s & 7s. Horne. \n\nAutumn. \n\n1 SEE the leaves around us falling, \nDry and withered, to the ground, \nThus to thoughtless mortals calling, \nIn a sad and solemn sound, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nTHE SEASONS. \n\n2 " Youth, on length of days presuming, \n\nWho the paths of pleasure tread, \nView us, late in beauty blooming, \nNumbered now among the dead. \n\n3 " What though yet no losses grieve you, - \n\nGray with health and many a grace ; \nLet not cloudless skies deceive you ; \nSummer gives to autumn place." \n\n4 On the tree of life eternal \n\nLet our highest hopes be stayed : \nThis alone, forever vernal, \nBears a leaf that shall not fade. \n\n\n\n1043. C. M. Steele. \n\nWinter. \n\n1 STERN Winter throws his icy chains, \n\nEncircling nature round ; \nHow bleak, how comfortless the plains, \nLate with gay verdure crowned ! \n\n2 The sun withholds his vital beams, \n\nAnd light and warmth depart ; \nAnd drooping, lifeless nature seems \nAn emblem of my heart. \n\n3 Return, O blissful sun, and bring \n\nThy soul-reviving ray : \nThis mental winter shall be spring, \nThis darkness cheerful day. \n\n4 O happy state ! divine abode, \n\nWhere spring eternal reigns, \nAnd perfect day, the smile of God, \nFills all the heavenly plains. \n\n5 Great Source of light, thy beams display, \n\nMy drooping joys restore, \nAnd guide me to the seats of day, \nWhere winter frowns no more. \n\n547 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n1043. C. M. Watts. \n\nWinter. \n\n1 THE hoary frost, the fleecy snow, \n\nDescend, and clothe the ground ; \nThe liquid streams forbear to flow, \nIn icy fetters bound. \n\n2 When, from his dreadful stores on high, \n\nGod pours the sounding hail, \nThe man that does his power defy \nShall find his courage fail. \n\n3 God sends his word, and melts the snow ; \n\nThe fields no longer mourn ; \nHe calls the warmer gales to blow, \nAnd bids the spring return. \n\n4 The changing wind, the flying cloud, \n\nObey his mighty word ; \nWith songs and honors sounding loud, \nPraise ye the sovereign Lord. \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n1044* L. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Flight of Time. \n\n1 GOD of eternity, from thee \n\nDid infant Time his being draw; \nMoments, and days, and months, and years, \nRevolve by thine unvaried law. \n\n2 Silent and slow they glide away ; \n\nSteady and strong the current flows, \nLost in eternity\'s wide sea \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe boundless gulf from whence it rose, \n\n3 With it the thoughtless sons of men \n\nUpon the rapid streams are borne \nSwift on to their eternal home, \nWhence not one soul can e\'er return, \n\n548 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n4 Yet, while the shore, on either side, \n\nPresents a gaudy, flattering show, \nWe gaze, m fond amazement lost, \nNor think to what a world we go. \n\n5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart \n\nTo know the price of every hour, \nThat time may bear me on to joys \nBeyond its measure and its power, \n\n104L5. C. M. Anon. \n\nReflections at the End of the Year. \n\n1 AND now, my soul, another year \n\nOf thy short life is past ; \n\nI cannot long continue here, \n\nAnd this may be my last. \n\n2 Much of my hasty life is gone, \n\nNor will return again ; \nAnd swift my passing moments run, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe few that yet remain. \n\n3 Awake, my soul ; with utmost care \n\nThy true condition learn : \nWhat are thy hopes ? how sure ? how fair ? \nWhat is thy great concern ? \n\n4 Behold, another year begins ; \n\nSet out afresh for heaven ; \nSeek pardon for thy former sins, \nIn Christ so freely given. \n\n5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, \n\nAnd on his grace depend ; \nWith zeal pursue the heavenly road, \nNor doubt a happy end. \n\n1046. L. M. Doddridge. \n\nClose of the Year. \n\n1 OUR Helper, God, we bless his name, \nWhose love forever is the same ; \nThe tokens of whose gracious care \nBegin, and crown, and close, the year. \n\n549 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand, \nSupported by his guardian hand ; \nAnd see, when we review our ways, \nTen thousand monuments of praise. \n\n3 Thus far his arm hath led us on ; \nThus far we make his mercy known ; \nAnd while we tread this desert land, \nNew mercies shall new songs demand. \n\n4 Our grateful souls on Jordan\'s shore \nShall raise one sacred pillar more, \nThen bear, in his bright courts above, \nInscriptions of immortal love. \n\n1\xc2\xa94L7 \xe2\x80\xa2 C. M. Doddridge. \n\nClose of the Year. . \n\n1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, \n\nAnd lift your voices high ; \nAwake, and praise that sovereign love \nThat shows salvation nigh. \n\n2 On all the wings of time it flies ; \n\nEach moment brings it near : \nThen welcome each declining day ; \nWelcome each closing year. \n\n3 Not many years their rounds shall run, \n\nNor many mornings rise, \nEre all its glories stand revealed \nTo our admiring eyes. \n\n4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; \n\nYe mortal powers, decay ; \nFast as ye bring the night of death, \nYe bring eternal day. \n\n1048. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nClose of the Year. \n\n1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bound \n\nOf each revolving year ; \nHow swift the weeks complete their round ! \nHow short the months appear ! \n\n2 So fast eternity comes on, \n\nAnd that important day \nWhen all that mortal life hath done \nGod\'s judgment shall survey. \n\n550 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n3 Yet like an idle tale we pass \n\nThe swift-revolving year, \nAnd study artful ways t\' increase \nThe speed of its career. \n\n4 Awake, O God, my careless heart \n\nIts great concerns to see, \nThat I may act the Christian part, \nAnd give the year to thee. \n\n5 So shall their course more grateful roll. \n\nIf future years arise ; \nOr this shall bear my waiting soul \nTo joy beyond the skies. \n\n\n\n1049. 7s. Newton, \n\nNew Year\'s Day. \n\n1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun \n\nHasted through the former year, \nMany souls their race have run, \n\nNever more to meet us here : \nFixed in an eternal state, \n\nThey have done with all below : \nWe a little longer wait, \n\nBut how little none can know. \n\n2 As the winged arrow flies, \n\nSpeedily the mark to find ; \nAs the lightning from the skies \n\nDarts, and leaves no trace behind ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nSwiftly thus our fleeting days \n\nBear us down life\'s rapid stream : \nUpward, Lord, our spirits raise ; \n\nAll below is but a dream, \n\n3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; \n\nPardon of our sins renew ; \nTeach us, henceforth, how to live, \n\nWith eternity in view ; \nBless thy word to old and young ; \n\nFill us with a Saviour\'s love : \nWhen our life\'s short race is run, \n\nMay we dwell with thee above. \n\n551 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n1050. 5s & 12s. C. Wesley. \n\nThe new Year. \n\n1 COME, let us anew \nOur journey pursue \xe2\x80\x94 \nRoll round with the year, \n\nAnd never stand still till the Master appear ; \n\nHis adorable will \n\nLet us gladly fulfil, \n\nAnd our talents improve \nBy the patience of hope, and the labor of love. \n\n2 Our life is a dream ; \nOur time, as a stream, \nGlides swiftly away, \n\nAnd the fugitive moment refuses to stay : \n\nThe arrow is flown ; \n\nThe moment is gone ; \n\nThe millennial year \nRushes on to our view, and eternity \'s near. \n\n3 O that each, in the day \nOf his coming, may say, \n\n" I have fought my way through ; \nI have finished the work thou didst give me to do j w \n\nO that each from his Lord \n\nMay receive the glad word, \n\n" Well and faithfully done ; \nEnter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." \n\n\n\n1051 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Doddridge. \n\nA Song for the opening Year. \n\n1 GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand, \nBy which supported still we stand : \nThe opening year thy mercy shows ; \nLet mercy crown it till it close. \n\n2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, \nStill we are guarded by our God; \nBy his incessant bounty fed, \n\nBy his unerring counsel led. \n\n552 \n\n\n\nOPENING AND CLOSING YEAR. \n\n3 With grateful hearts the past we own : \nThe future \xe2\x80\x94 alJ to us unknown \xe2\x80\x94 \nWe to thy guardian care commit, \nAnd peaceful leave before thy feet. \n\n4 In scenes exalted or depressed, \n\nBe thou our joy, and thou our rest ; \nThy goodness all our hopes shall raise, \nAdored through all our changing days. \n\n5 When death shall close our earthly songs, \nAnd seal in silence mortal tongues, \n\nOur Helper, God, in whom we trust, \nIn brighter worlds our souls shall boast. \n\n\n\n1052* C. M. Heginbotham. \n\nNew Year. Providential Goodness. \n\n1 GOD of our lives, thy various praise \n\nOur voices shall resound : \nThy hand directs our fleeting days, \nAnd brings the seasons round. \n\n2 To thee shall grateful songs arise, \n\nOur Father and our Friend, \nWhose constant mercies from the skies \nIn genial streams descend. \n\n3 In every scene of life, thy care, \n\nIn every age, we see ; \nAnd constant as thy favors are, \nSo let our praises be. \n\n4 Still may thy love, in every scene, \n\nIn every age, appear ; \nAnd let the same compassion deign \nTo bless the opening year. \n\n5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring \n\nOur wandering souls to God : \nIn our affliction we shall sing, \nIf thou wilt bless the rod. \n24 553 \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n10*53. C. M. JNewton. \n\nNew Year. Prayer for a Blessing. \n\n1 NOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, \n\nAnd make thy glory known ; \nNow let us all thy presence feel, \nAnd soften hearts of stone. \n\n2 From all the guilt of former sin \n\nMay mercy set us free ; \nAnd let the year we now begin \nBegin and end with thee. \n\n3 Send down thy Spirit from above, \n\nThat saints may love thee more, \nAnd sinners now may learn to love, \nWho never loved before. \n\n4 And when before thee we appear, \n\nIn our eternal home, \nMay growing numbers worship here, \nAnd praise thee in our room. \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n1054. C. M. Watts. \n\nBrevity and Frailty of Life. \n\n1 HOW short and hasty is our life ! \n\nHow vast our soul\'s affairs ! \nYet foolish mortals vainly strive \nTo lavish out their years. \n\n2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, \n\nWithout a moment\'s stay ; \nJust like a story, or a song, \nWe pass our lives away. \n\n3 God from on high invites us home ; \n\nBut we march heedless on, \n\nAnd, ever hastening to the tomb, \n\nStoop downward as we run. \n\n4 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, \n\nAnd lift our thoughts on high, \nThat we may end this mortal race, \nAnd see salvation nigh. \n\n554 \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n1055. C. M. Watts. \n\nLife short, and Man frail. \n\n1 TEACH me the measure of my days, \n\nThou Maker of my frame; \nI would survey life\'s narrow space, \nAnd learn how frail I am. \n\n2 A span is all that we can boast ; \n\nHow short the fleeting time ! \nMan is but vanity and dust, \nIn all his flower and prime. \n\n3 What can I wish, or wait for, then, \n\nFrom creatures \xe2\x80\x94 earth and dust ? \nThey make our expectations vain, \nAnd disappoint our trust. \n\n4 Now 1 forbid my carnal hope, \n\nMy fond desire recall ; \nI give my mortal interest up, \nAnd make my God my all. \n\n1\xc2\xa95\xc2\xa7. L. M. Spir. of the Psalms. \n\nBrevity of Life. \n\n1 ERE mountains reared their forms sublime, \n\nOr heaven and earth in order stood, \nBefore the birth of ancient time, \nFrom everlasting thou art God. \n\n2 A thousand ages, in their flight, \n\nWith thee are as a fleeting day ; \nPast, present, future, to thy sight \nAt once their various scenes display. \n\n3 But our brief life\'s a shadowy dream, \n\nA passing thought, that soon is o\'er, \n\nThat fades with morning\'s earliest beam, \n\nAnd fills the musing mind no more. \n\n4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, \n\nEach passing moment so to spend, \nThat we at length with thee may live \nWhere life and bliss shall never end. \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n1057. C. M. J. Q. Adams. \nSwiftness of Time. \n\n1 HOW swift, alas ! the moments fly ! \n\nHow rush the years along ! \nScarce here, yet gone already by \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe burden of a song. \n\n2 See childhood, youth, and manhood, pass, \n\nAnd age, with furrowed brow ; \nTime was \xe2\x80\x94 time shall be \xe2\x80\x94 but, alas ! \nWhere, where in time is now ? \n\n3 Time is the measure but of change ; \n\nNo present hour is found ; \nThe past, the future, fill the range \nOf time\'s unceasing round. \n\n4 Where, then, is now ? In realms above, \n\nWith God\'s atoning Lamb, \nIn regions of eternal love, \nWhere sits enthroned I AM. \n\n5 Then, pilgrim, let thy joys and fears \n\nOn time no longer lean ; \nBut henceforth all thy hopes and fears \nFrom earth\'s affections wean. \n\n6 To God let grateful accents rise ; \n\nWith truth, with virtue, live ; \nSo all the bliss that time denies, \nEternity shall give. \n\n1058. S. M. Watts. \nMan hastening to the Grave. \n\n1 LORD, what a feeble piece \n\nIs this our mortal frame ! \nOur life, how poor a trifle \'tis, \nThat scarce deserves the name ! \n\n2 Alas ! \'twas brittle clay \n\nThat formed our body first ; \nAnd every month, and every day, \n\'Tis mouldering back to dust. \n\n556 \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n3 Our moments fly apace ; \n\nNor will our minutes stay ; \nJust like a flood our hasty days \nAre sweeping us away. \n\n4 Well, if our days must fly, \n\nWe\'ll keep their end in sight ; \nWe\'ll spend them all in wisdom\'s way, \nAnd let them speed their flight. \n\n5 They\'ll waft us sooner o\'er \n\nThis life\'s tempestuous sea : \nWe soon shall reach the peaceful shore \nOf blest eternity. \n\n\n\n1039. 7s & 6s. S. F. Smith. \n\nLife rapidly passing away. \n\n1 AS flows the rapid river, \n\nWith channel broad and free, \nIts waters rippling ever, \n\nAnd hasting to the sea, \nSo life is onward flowing, \n\nAnd days of offered peace, \nAnd man is swiftly going \n\nWhere calls of mercy cease. \n\n2 As moons are ever waning, \n\nAs hastes the sun away, \nAs stormy winds, complaining, \n\nBring on the wintry day, \nSo fast the night comes o\'er us \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe darkness of the grave ; \nAnd death is just before us : \n\nGod takes the life he gave. \n\n3 Say, hath thy heart its treasure \n\nLaid up in worlds above ? \nAnd is it all thy pleasure \n\nThy God to praise and love ? \nBeware, lest death\'s dark river \n\nIts billows o\'er thee roll, \nAnd thou lament forever \n\nThe ruin of thy soul. \n\n557 \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n1060. 7s & 6s. [Peculiar.] J. Burton. \n\nLife a Winter\'s Day. \n\n1 TIME is winging us away \n\nTo our eternal home ; \nLife is but a winter\'s day \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA journey to the tomb : \nYouth and vigor soon will flee, \n\nBlooming beauty lose its charms ; \nAll that\'s mortal soon shall be \n\nEnclosed in death\'s cold arms. \n\n2 Time is winging us away \n\nTo our eternal home ; \nLife is but a winter\'s day \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA journey to the tomb ; \nBut the Christian shall enjoy \n\nHealth and beauty soon above, \nWhere no worldly griefs annoy, \n\nSecure in Jesus\' love. \n\n1061. C. M. Watt?. \n\nTime the Period to prepare for Eternity. \n\n1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name, \n\nAnd humbly own to thee \nHow feeble is our mortal frame, \nWhat dying worms are we. \n\n2 The year rolls round, and steals away \n\nThe breath that first it gave ; \n\nWhate\'er we do, where\'er we be, \n\nWe\'re travelling to the grave. \n\n3 Great God, on what a slender thread \n\nHang everlasting things ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe final state of all the dead \nUpon life\'s feeble strings ! \n\n4 Eternal joy, or endless woe, \n\nAttends on every breath ; \nAnd yet how unconcerned we go \nUpon the brink of death ! \n\n5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense, \n\nTo walk this dangerous road ; \n\nAnd if our souls are hurried hence, \n\nMay they be found with God. \n\n. 558 \n\n\n\nSHORTNESS OF TIME. \n\n1063. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nReflections on past Generations. \n\n1 OUR fathers ! where are they, \n\nWith all they called their own ? \nTheir joys and griefs, their hopes and cares 5 \nTheir wealth and honor, gone ! \n\n2 But joy or grief succeeds \n\nBeyond our mortal thought, \nWhile still the remnant of their dust \nLies in the grave forgot. \n\n3 God of our fathers, hear, \n\nThou everlasting Friend, \nWhile we, as on life\'s utmost verge, \nOur souls to thee commend. \n\n4 Of all the pious dead \n\nMay we the footsteps trace, \nTill with them, in the land of light, \nWe dwell before thy face. \n\n1063. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nImportance of To-day. \n\n1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, \n\nLodged in thy sovereign hand ; \nAnd if its sun arise and shine, \nIt shines by thy command. \n\n2 The present moment flies, \n\nAnd bears our life away ; \nO, make thy servants truly wise, \nThat they may live to-day. \n\n3 Since on this fleeting hour \n\nEternity is hung, \nAwake, by thine almighty power, \nThe aged and the young. \n\n4 One thing demands our care ; \n\nO, be that still pursued, \nLest, slighted once, the season fair \nShould never be renewed. \n\n5 To Jesus may we fly, \n\nSwift as the morning light, \nLest life\'s young, golden beams should die \nIn sudden, endless night. \n559 \n\n\n\nMEETING AND PARTING. \n\n1064. C. H. M. Jane Taylor. \n\nWhat is your Life? \n\n1 O, WHAT is life ? \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis like a flower \n\nThat blossoms and is gone ; \nIt flourishes its little hour, \n\nWith all its beauty on : \nDeath comes, and, like a wintry day, \nIt cuts the lovely flower away. \n\n2 O, what is life ? \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis like the bow \n\nThat glistens in the sky: \nWe love to see its colors glow ; \n\nBut while we look, they die : \nLife fails as soon : \xe2\x80\x94 to-day \'tis here ; \nTo-morrow it may disappear. \n\n3 Lord, what is life ? \xe2\x80\x94 if spent with thee, \n\nIn humble praise and prayer, \nHow long or short our life may be, \n\nWe feel no anxious care : \nThough life depart, our joys shall last \nWhen life and all its joys are past \n\n\n\nMEETING AND PARTING. \n\n1\xc2\xa96?5. 7s. Newton, \n\nParting of Christians. \n\n1 FOR a season called to part, \n\nLet us now ourselves commend \nTo the gracious eye and heart \nOf our ever-present Friend. \n\n2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer : \n\nTender Shepherd of thy sheep, \nLet thy mercy and thy care \nAll our souls in safety keep. \n\n3 In thy strength may we be strong ; \n\nSweeten every cross and pain ; \nAnd our wasting lives prolong, \nTill we meet on earth again. \n\n5C0 \n\n\n\nMEETING AND PARTING. \n\n1066. 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.! Parting Gift. \n\nHope of Meeting. \n\n1 WHEN forced to part from those we love, \n\nThough sure to meet to-morrow, \nWe still a painful anguish prove, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWe feel a pang of sorrow. \n\n2 But who can e\'er describe the tears \n\nWe shed when thus we sever, \nIf doomed to part for months, for years, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo part, perhaps, forever? \n\n3 Yet, if our aims are fixed aright, \n\nA sacred hope is given, \nThough here our prospects end in night, \nWe\'ll meet again in heaven. \n\n4 Then let us form those bonds above \n\nWhich time can ne\'er dissever, \nSince, parting in a Saviour\'s love, \nWe part to meet forever. \n\n1067. C. M. anow. \n\nHope of Reunion above. \n\n1 WHEN floating on life\'s troubled sea, \n\nBy storms and tempests driven, \nHope, with her radiant finger, points \nTo brighter scenes in heaven. \n\n2 She bids the storms of life to cease, \n\nThe troubled breast be calm ; \nAnd in the wounded heart she pours \nReligion\'s healing balm. \n\n3 Her hallowed influence cheers life\'s hours \n\nOf sadness and of gloom ; \nShe guides us through this vale of tears, \nTo joys beyond the tomb. \n\n4 And when our fleeting days are o\'er, \n\nAnd life\'s last hour draws near, \nWith still unwearied wing she hastes \nTo wipe the falling tear. \n\n5 She bids the anguished heart rejoice : \n\nThough earthly ties are riven, \nWe still may hope to meet again \nIn yonder peaceful heaven. \n\n24* 561 \n\n\n\nMEETING AND PARTING. \n\n1068. S. M. Fawcett. \nChristian Fellowship. \n\n1 BLEST be the tie that binds \n\nOur hearts in Christian love ; \nThe fellowship of kindred minds \nIs like to that above. \n\n2 Before our Father\'s throne \n\nWe pour our ardent prayers ; \nOur fears, our hopes, our aims are one, \nOur comforts and our cares. \n\n3 We share our mutual woes, \n\nOur mutual burdens bear; \nAnd often for each other flows \nThe sympathizing tear. \n\n4 When we asunder part, \n\nIt gives us inward pain ; \nBut we shall still be joined in heart, \nAnd hope to meet again. \n\n5 This glorious hope revives \n\nOur courage by the way ; \nWhile each in expectation lives, \nAnd longs to see the day. \n\n6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, \n\nAnd sin, we shall be free, \nAnd perfect love and friendship reign \nThrough all eternity. \n\n1069. C. M. Reed. \nGratitude for Preservation. \n\n1 COME, let us strike our harps afresh \n\nTo great Jehovah\'s name ; \nSweet be the accents of our tongues \nWhen we his love proclaim. \n\n2 \'Twas by his bidding we were called \n\nIn pain awhile to part ; \n\'Tis by his care we meet again, \nAnd gladness fills our heart. \n\n3 Blest be the hand that has preserved \n\nOur feet from every snare, \nAnd blest the goodness of the Lord, \nWhich to this hour we share. \n562 \n\n\n\nMEETING AND PARTING. \n\n4 O, may the Spirit\'s quickening power \n\nNow sanctify our joy, \nAnd warm our zeal in works of love \nOur talents to employ. \n\n5 Fast, fast our minutes fly away ; \n\nSoon shall our wanderings cease ; \nThen with our Father we shall dwell, \nA family of peace. \n\n1070, 6s & 5s. [Peculiar.] Sel. Hymns. \n\nReunion in Heaven, \n\n1 WHEN shall we meet again ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nMeet ne\'er to sever ? \nWhen will Peace wreath her chain \n\nRound us forever ? \nOur hearts will ne\'er repose \nSafe from each blast that blows \nIn this dark vale of woes \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nNever \xe2\x80\x94 no, never! \n\n2 When shall love freely flow \n\nPure as life\'s river ? \nWhen shall sweet friendship glow \n\nChangeless forever? \nWhere joys celestial thrill, \nWhere bliss each heart shall fill, \nAnd fears of parting chill \n\nNever \xe2\x80\x94 no, never! \n\n3 Up to that world of light \n\nTake us, dear Saviour ; \nMay we all there unite, \n\nHappy forever: \nWhere kindred spirits dwell, \nThere may our music swell, \nAnd time our joys dispel \n\nNever \xe2\x80\x94 "fio, never! \n\n4 Soon shall we meet again \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nMeet ne\'er to sever ; \nSoon will Peace wreath her chain \n\nRound us forever : \nOur hearts will then repose \nSecure from worldly woes ; \nOur songs of praise shall close \n\nNever \xe2\x80\x94 no, never ! \n\n563 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1071. L. M. Watts. \n\nMen die, but the Saviour lives. \n\n1 IT is the Lord our Saviour\'s hand \n\nImpairs our strength amid the race ; \nDisease and death, at his command, \nArrest us, and cut short our days. \n\n2 Spare, gracious Lord, O, spare, we pray, \n\nNor let our sun go down at noon : \nThy years are one eternal day ; \n\nAnd must thy children die so soon ? \n\n3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, \n\nThis thought our sorrows shall assuage \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Our Father and our Saviour lives ; \nThou art the same through every age." \n\n4 Before thy face thy church shall live, \n\nAnd on thy throne thy children reign ; \nThis fading world shall they survive, \nAnd rise to glorious life again. \n\n1072. L. M. Watts. \nDeath disarmed. \n\n1 WHY should we start, and fear to die ? \n\nWhat timorous worms we mortals are ! \nDeath is the gate of endless joy, \nAnd yet we dread to enter there. \n\n2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, \n\nFright our approaching souls away ; \nStill we shrink back again to life, \nFond of our prison ancfcour clay. \n\n3 O, if my Lord would come and meet, \n\nMy soul should stretch her wings in haste, \nFly, fearless, through death\'s iron gate, \nNor feel the terrors as she passed. \n\n4 Jesus can make a dying bed \n\nFeel soft as downy pillows are, \nWhile on his breast I lean my head, \nAnd breathe my life out sweetly there. \n564 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1 \xc2\xa978. L. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Eternity and Man\'s Frailty. \n\n1 THROUGH every age, eternal God, \nThou art our rest, our safe abode : \n\nHigh was thy throne e\'er heaven was made. \nOr earth, thy humble footstool, laid. \n\n2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, \nOr dust was fashioned into man ; \n\nAnd long thy kingdom shall endure, \nWhen earth and time shall be no more. \n\n3 But man, weak man, is born to die, \nMade up of guilt and vanity : \n\nThy dreadful sentence, Lord, is just \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Return, ye sinners, to your dust." \n\n4 Death, like an ever-flowing stream, \nSweeps us away : our life \'s a dream \xe2\x80\x94 \nAn empty tale \xe2\x80\x94 a morning flower \nCut down and withered in an hour. \n\n5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man, \nAnd kindly lengthen out our span, \nTill, cleansed by grace, we all may be \nPrepared to die, and dwell with thee. \n\n1074. C. M. Collyer. \n\nPrayer for Support in Death. \n\n1 WHEN, bending o\'er the brink of life, \n\nMy trembling soul shall stand, \nAnd wait to pass death\'s awful flood, \nGreat God, at thy command, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, \n\nWhose arm alone can save, \nDispel the darkness that surrounds \nThe entrance to the grave. \n\n3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand \n\nBeneath my sinking head, \nAnd let a beam of life divine \nIllume my dying bed. \n\n565 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1075. C. M. Watts. \n\nGod\'s Presence makes Death easy. \n\n1 DEATH cannot make our souls afraid, \n\nIf* God be with us there; \nWe may walk through its darkest shade, \nAnd never yield to fear. \n\n2 I could renounce my all below, \n\nIf my Redeemer bid ; \nAnd run, if 1 were called to go, \nAnd die, as Moses did. \n\n3 Might I but climb to Pisgah\'s top, \n\nAnd view the promised land, \n\nMy flesh itself would long to drop, \n\nAnd welcome the command. \n\n4 Clasped in my heavenly Father\'s arms, \n\nI would forget my breath, \nAnd lose my life among the charms \nOf so divine a death. \n\n1076. C. M. WATT3. \n\nVictory over Death. \n\n1 O FOR an overcoming faith, \n\nTo cheer my dying hours, \nTo triumph o\'er the monster Death, \nAnd all his frightful powers ! \n\n2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, \n\nMy quivering lips should sing \xe2\x80\x94 \nu Where is thy boasted victory, Grave ? \nAnd where, O Death, thy sting ? " \n\n3 If sin be pardoned, Fm secure ; \n\nDeath has no sting beside : \nThe law gives sin its damning power; \nBut Christ, my ransom, died. \n\n4 Now to the God of victory \n\nImmortal thanks be paid, \nWho makes us conquerors, while we die. \nThrough Clu\'ist, our living Head. \n566 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n\n\n1077. C. M. Beddome. \n\nPreparation for Death. \n\n1 IF I must die, O, let me die \n\nWith hope in Jesus\' blood \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe blood that saves from sin and guilt, \nAnd reconciles to God, \n\n2 If I must die, O, let me die \n\nIn peace with all mankind, \nAnd change these fleeting joys below \nFor pleasures more refined. \n\n3 If I must die, \xe2\x80\x94 and die I must, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nLet some kind seraph come, \nAnd bear me on his friendly wing \nTo my celestial home. \n\n4 Of Canaan\'s land, from Pisgah\'s top, \n\nMay 1 but have a view, \nThough Jordan should o\'erflow its banks, \nI\'ll boldly venture through. \n\n1078. L. M. Watts. \nDeath and Burial of a Christian. \n\n1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; \n\nTake this new treasure to thy trust, \nAnd give these sacred relics room, \nTo slumber in the silent dust. \n\n2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, \n\nInvades thy bounds ; no mortal woes \nCan reach the peaceful sleeper here, \nWhile angels watch the soft repose. \n\n3 So Jesus slept ; God\'s dying Son \n\nPassed through the grave, and blest the bed : \nRest here, blest saint, till from his throne \nThe morning break, and pierce the shade. \n\n4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ; \n\nAttend, O earth, his sovereign word ; \nRestore thy trust ; a glorious form \nShall then arise to meet the Lord. \n567 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1079. C. M. Watts. \n\nMeditation on the Tomb. \n\n1 HARK ! from the tombs a warning sound ; \n\nMy ears, attend the cry \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Ye living men, come view the ground \nWhere you must shortly lie. \n\n2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, \n\nIn spite of all your towers ; \nThe tall, the wise, the reverend head, \nMust lie as low as ours." \n\n3 Great God, is this our certain doom ? \n\nAnd are we still secure ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nStill walking downward to the tomb, \nAnd yet prepare no more ? \n\n4 Grant us the power of quickening grace, \n\nTo fit our souls to fly ; \nThen, when we drop this dying flesh, \nWe\'ll rise above the sky. \n\n1080. P. M. Pope. \n\nThe dying Christian to his Soid. \n\n1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame, \nQuit, O, quit this mortal frame : \nTrembling, hoping, lingering, flying, \nO, the pain, the bliss, of dying ! \nCease, fond nature, cease thy strife, \nAnd let me languish into life. \n\n2 Hark ! \xe2\x80\x94 they whisper ; angels say, \n" Sister spirit, come away : " \nWhat is this absorbs me quite ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nSteals my senses, shuts my sight, \nDrowns my spirits, draws my breath ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nTell me, my soul, can this be death ? \n\n3 The world recedes ; it disappears ; \nHeaven opens on my eyes ; my ears \nWith sounds seraphic ring : \n\nLend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! \n" O Grave, where is thy victory ? \nO Death, where is thy sting ? " \n568 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1081. C. M. Heber. \n\nA Warning from the Grave. \n\n1 BENEATH our feet and o\'er our head \n\nIs equal warning given: \nBeneath us lie the countless dead, \nAnd far above is heaven. \n\n2 Death rides on every passing breeze, \n\nAnd lurks in every flower; \nEach season has its own disease, \nIts peril every hour. \n\n3 Turn, sinner, turn : thy danger know : \n\nWhere\'er thy foot can tread, \nThe earth rings hollow from below, \nAnd warns thee of her dead. \n\n4 Turn, Christian, turn : thy soul apply \n\nTo truths which hourly tell \nThat they who underneath thee lie \nShall live in heaven \xe2\x80\x94 or hell. \n\n1083. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDeath and Judgment appointed to All. \n\n1 HEAVEN has confirmed the dread decree, \n\nThat Adam\'s race must die : \nOne general ruin sweeps them down, \nAnd low in dust they lie. \n\n2 Ye living men, the tomb survey, \n\nWhere you must shortly dwell ; \nHark! how the awful summons sounds, \nIn every funeral knell ! \n\n3 Once you must die, and once for all ; \n\nThe solemn purport weigh ; \nFor know that heaven or hell depends \nOn that important day. \n\n4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled, \n\nMust wake, the Judge to see ; \nAnd every word, and every thought, \nMust pass his scrutiny. \n\n5 O, may I in the Judge behold \n\nMy Saviour and my Friend, \nAnd, far beyond the reach of death, \nWith all his saints ascend. \n24* 569 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n\xe2\x96\xa0 Oo\xc2\xabS# 7s. Montgomery. \n\nThe Summons. \n^ "SPIRIT, leave thy house of clay ; \nLingering dust, resign thy breath ; \nSpirit, cast thy chains away ; \n\nDust, be thou dissolved in death : " \nThus the mighty Saviour speaks, \n\nWhile the faithful Christian dies ; \nThus the bonds of life he breaks, \nAnd the ransomed captive flies. \n\n2 " Prisoner, long detained below, \n\nPrisoner, now with freedom blest, \nWelcome from a world of w T oe ; \n\nWelcome to a land of rest : " \nThus the choir of angels sing, \n\nAs they bear the soul on high, \nWhile with hallelujahs ring \n\nAll the regions of the sky. \n\n3 Grave, the guardian of our dust, \n\nGrave, the treasury of the skies, \nEvery atom of thy trust \n\nRests in hope again to rise : \nHark ! the judgment- trumpet calls \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n" Soul, rebuild thy house of clay ; \nImmortality thy walls, \n\nAnd eternity thy day." \n\n1084. 7s & 4. Mrs. Gilbert. \n\nPrayer for Support in Death. \n\n1 WHEN the vale of death appears, \n\nFaint and cold this mortal clay, \nBlest Redeemer, soothe my fears, \nLight me through the gloomy way ; \n\nBreak the shadows, \nUsher in eternal day ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Upward from this dying state \n\nBid my waiting soul aspire ; \nOpen thou the crystal gate ; \nTo thy praise attune my lyre : \n\nThen, triumphant, \nI will join th\' immortal choir \n\n70 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1085\xc2\xbb 8s & 4. Montgomery. \n\nThe Grave.. \n\n1 THERE is a calm for those who weep, \n\nA rest for weary pilgrims found : \nThey softly lie, and sweetly sleep, \nLow in the ground. \n\n2 The storm that sweeps the wintry sky \n\nNo more disturbs their deep repose, \nThan summer evening\'s latest sigh, \nThat shuts the rose. \n\n3 Then, traveller in the vale of tears, \n\nTo realms of everlasting light, \nThrough time\'s dark wilderness of years, \nPursue thy flight \n\n4 Thy soul, renewed by grace divine, \n\nIn God\'s own image, freed from clay, \nIn heaven\'s eternal sphere shall shine, \nA star of day. \n\n1086. 8s. Cowper. \n\nLonging to be with Christ. \n\n1 TO Jesus, the crown of my hope, \n\nMy soul is in haste to be gone ; \nO, bear me, ye cherubim, up, \nAnd waft me away to his throne. \n\n2 My Saviour, whom, absent, I love ; \n\nWhom, not having seen, I adore ; \nWhose name is exalted above \n\nAll glory, dominion, and power, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Dissolve thou these bonds that detain \n\nMy soul from her portion in thee ; \nO, strike off this adamant chain, \nAnd make me eternally free. \n\n4 When that happy era begins, \n\nWhen arrayed in thy glories I shine, \nNor grieve any more, by my sins, \nThe bosom on which I recline, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n571 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n5 O, then shall the veil be removed, \n\nAnd round me thy brightness be poured; \nI shall see him whom, absent, 1 loved, \nWhom, not having seen, I adored. \n\n1087. C. M. Watts, \nTriumph over DeatJi in Hope of the Resurrection. \n\n1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just \n\nAnd nature must decay ; \nI yield my body to the dust, \nTo dwell with fellow-clay. \n\n2 Yet faith may triumph o\'er the grave, \n\nAnd trample on the tombs ; \nMy great Redeemer ever lives, \nMy God, my Saviour, comes. \n\n3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, \n\nHigh on a royal seat ; \nAnd Death, the last of all his foes, \nLie vanquished at his feet. \n\n4 Then shall I see thy lovely face \n\nWith strong, immortal eyes, \nAnd feast upon thy wondrous grace, \nWith pleasure and surprise. \n\n1088. L. M. Steele. \nDeath of an Infant. \n\n1 SO fades the lovely, blooming flower, \nFrail, smiling solace of an hour; \n\nSo soon our transient comforts fly, \nAnd pleasure only blooms to die. \n\n2 Is there no kind, no healing art, \n\nTo soothe the anguish of the heart? \nSpirit of grace, be ever nigh: \nThy comforts are not made to die. \n\n3 Let gentle patience smile on pain, \nTill dying hope revives again ; \n\nHope wipes the tear from sorrow\'s eye, \nAnd faith points upward to the sky. \n\n572 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n1089. 7& ToPLADY. \n\nThe dying Christian to his Soul. \n\n1 DEATHLESS spirit, now arise ; \nSoar, thou native of the skies \xe2\x80\x94 \nPearl of price by Jesus bought, \nTo his glorious likeness wrought \n\n2 Go to shine before the throne ; \nDeck the Mediator\'s crown ; \nGo, his triumphs to adorn ; \nMade for God, to God return. \n\n3 Lo ! he beckons from on high ; \nFearless to his presence fly ; \nThine the merit of his blood, \nThine the righteousness of God. \n\n4 Angels, joyful to attend, \nHovering round thy pillow bend, \nWait to catch the signal given, \nAnd convey thee quick to heaven. \n\n5 Burst thy shackles ; drop thy clay ; \nSweetly breathe thyself away ; \nSinging, to thy crown remove, \nSwift of wing, and fired with love. \n\n6 Shudder not to pass the stream : \nVenture all thy care on Him \xe2\x80\x94 \nHim, whose dying love and power \nStilled its tossing, hushed its roar. \n\n7 Safe is the expanded wave. \nGentle as a summer\'s eve ; \nNot one object of his care \' \nEver suffered shipwreck there. \n\n8 See the haven full in view ; \n\nLove divine shall bear thee through : \nTrust to that propitious gale ; \nWeigh thy anchor, spread thy sail. \n\n9 Saints in glory, perfect made, \n\nWait thy passage through the shade ; \nSwiftly to their wish be given ; \nKindle higher joy in heave u. \n\n573 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n\n\n1090. S. H. M. Montgomery. \n\nFriends separated by Death. \n\n1 FRIEND after friend departs : \n\nWho hath not lost a friend ? \nThere is no union here of hearts \n\nThat finds not here an end : \nWere this frail world our final rest, \nLiving or dying, none were blest. \n\n2 Beyond the flight of time, \n\nBeyond the reign of death, \nThere surely is some blessed clime \n\nWhere life is not a breath, \nNor life\'s affections transient fire, \nWhose sparks fly upward and expire, \n\n3 There is a world above, \n\nWhere parting is unknown ; \nA long eternity of love, \n\nFormed for the good alone ; \nAnd faith beholds the dying here \nTranslated to that glorious sphere. \n\n4 Thus star by star declines. \n\nTill all are passed away ; \nAs morning high and higher shines. \n\nTo pure and perfect day ; \nNor sink those stars in empty night, \nBut hide themselves in heaven\'s own light, \n\n1091. C. M. Steele. \n\nThe Death of a young Person. \n\n1 WHEN blooming youth is snatched away \n\nBy death\'s resistless hand, \nOur hearts the mournful tribute pay, \nWhich pity must demand. \n\n2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, \n\nO, may this truth, impressed \nWith awful power, " I too must die," \nSink deep in every breast. \n574 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n3 Let this vain world engage no more : \n\nBehold the opening tomb : \nIt bids us seize the present hour : \nTo-morrow death may come. \n\n4 O, let us fly \xe2\x80\x94 to Jesus fly, \n\nWhose powerful arm can save ; \nThen shall our hopes ascend on high, \nAnd triumph o\'er the grave. \n\n5 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart, \n\nWith cleansing, healing power ; \nThis only can prepare the heart \nFor death\'s surprising hour. \n\n1092. C. M. Watts, \n\nDeath of Christian Friends, \n\n1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, \n\nOr shake at death\'s alarms ? \nTis but the voice that Jesus sends \nTo call them to his arms. \n\n2 Are we not tending upward, too, \n\nAs fast as time can move ? \nNor would we wish the hours more slow. \nTo keep us from our Love. \n\n3 Why should we tremble to convey \n\nTheir bodies to the tomb ? \n\'Twas there the flesh of Jesus lay, \nAnd left a long perfume. \n\n4 The graves of all the saints he blest, \n\nAnd softened every bed ; \nWhere should the dying members rest, \nBut with their dying Head ? \n\n5 Thence he arose, ascending high, \n\nAnd showed our feet the way ; \nUp to the Lord our souls shall fly, \nAt the great rising day. \n\n6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, \n\nAnd bid our kindred rise : \nAwake, ye nations under ground ; \nYe saints, ascend the skies. \n\n575 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1093. 7, 6s & 8. Noel\'s Col. \nThe Land of Rest. \n\n1 BROTHER, thou art gone to rest ; \n\nWe will not weep for thee ; \nFor thou art now where oft on earth \nThy spirit longed to he. \n\n2 Brother, thou art gone to rest ; \n\nThine is an early tomh; \nBut Jesus summoned thee away; \nThy Saviour called thee home. \n\n3 Brother, thou art gone to rest ; \n\nThy toils and cares are o\'er ; \nAnd sorrow, pain, and suffering, now \nShall ne\'er distress thee more. \n\n4 Brother, thou art gone to rest ; \n\nThy sins are all forgiven ; \nAnd saints in light have welcomed thee \nTo share the joys of heaven. \n\n5 Brother, thou art gone to rest ; \n\nAnd this shall be our prayer \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat, when we reach our journey\'s end, \nThy glory we may share. \n\n1094. C. M. L. H. SlGOURNEY, \n\nBurial of a Friend. \n\n1 AS, bowed by sudden storms, the rose \n\nSinks on the garden\'s breast, \nDown to the grave our brother goes, \nIn silence there to rest. \n\n2 No more with us his tuneful voice \n\nThe hymn of praise shall swell ; \nNo more his cheerful heart rejoice \nWhen peals the Sabbath bell. \n\n3 Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere, \n\nAmid a sinless throng, \nHe utters in his Saviour\'s ear \nThe everlasting song, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 No more we\'ll mourn the absent friend. \n\nBut lift our earnest prayer, \nAnd daily every effort bend \nTo rise and join him there. \n576 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1095. L. M. Epis. Col. \n\nDeath of an Infant, \n\n1 AS vernal flowers that scent the mora, \n\nBut wither in the rising day, \nThus lovely was this infant\'s dawn, \nThus swiftly fled his life away. \n\n2 He died before his infant soul \n\nHad ever burnt with wrong desires \xe2\x80\x94 \nHad ever spurned at heaven\'s control, \nOr ever quenched its sacred fires. \n\n3 He died to sin ; he died to care ; \n\nv But for a moment felt the rod ; \nThen, Vising on the viewless air, \n\nSpread his light wings, and soared to God. \n\n4 This blessed theme now cheers my voice ; \n\nThe grave is not the loved one\'s prison ; \nThe " stone " that covered half my joys \nIs " rolled away," and, lo ! " he\'s risen." \n\n1D96. 8s & 7s. S. F. Smith. \n\nInterment of a pious young Female. \n\n1 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, \n\nGentle as the summer breeze, \nPleasant as the air of evening, \nWhen it floats among the trees. \n\n2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nPeaceful in the grave so low : \nThou no more wilt join our number ; \nThou no more our songs shalt know. \n\n3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us ; \n\nHere thy loss we deeply feei ; \nBut \'tis God that hath bereft us : \nHe can all our sorrows heal. \n\n4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, \n\nWhen the day of life is iled, \nThen in heaven with joy fco gyeet thee, \nWhere no farewell tear is shed. \n\n25 577 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\nS097. C. M. Dale. \n\nDeath of a Christian. \n\n1 DEAR as thou wert, and justly dear, \n\nWe will not weep for thee : \nOne thought shall check the starting tear; \nIt is, that thou art free. \n\n2 And thus shall faith\'s consoling power \n\nThe tears of love restrain : \nO, who that saw thy parting hour \nCould wish thee here again ? \n\n3 Triumphant in thy closing eye \n\nThe hope of glory shone ; \nJoy breathed in thy expiring sigh, \nTo think the race was run. \n\n4 The passing spirit gently fled, \n\nSustained by grace divine ; \nO, may such grace on us be shed, \nAnd make our end like thine. \n\n1098. 7s. J. H. Bancroft, \n\nThe Christian\'s Burial. \n\n1 BROTHER, though from yonder sky \nCometh neither voice nor cry, \n\nYet we know for thee to-day \nEvery pain hath passed away. \n\n2 Not for thee shall tears be given, \nChild of God, and heir of heaven ; \nFor he gave thee sweet release ; \nThine the Christian\'s death of peace. \n\n3 Well we know thy living faith \nHad the power to conquer death ; \nAs a living rose may bloom \n\nBy the border of the tomb. \n\n4 Brother, in that solemn trust \n"We commend thee, dust to dust; \nIn that faith we wait, till, risen, \nThou shalt meet us all in heaven. \n\n5 While we weep as Jesus wept, \nThou shalt sleep as Jesus slept: \nWith thy Saviour thou shalt rest, \nCrowned, and glorified, and blest \n\n578 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1099. S. H. M. Montgomery. \nThe Christian\'s tranquil Death. \n\n1 THTS place is holy ground ; \n\nWorld, with its cares, away ; \nA holy, solemn stillness round \nThis lifeless, mouldering clay; \nNor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, \nCan reach the peaceful sleeper here. \n\n2 Behold the bed of death \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe pale and mortal clay ; \nHeard ye the sob of parting breath ? \n\nMarked ye the eye\'s last ray? \nNo ; life so sweetly ceased to be, \nIt lapsed in immortality. \n\n3 Why mourn the pious dead ? \n\nWhy sorrows swell our eyes ? \nCan sighs recall the spirit rled? \nShall vain regrets arise? \nThough death has caused this altered mien, \nIn heaven the ransomed soul is seen. \n\n4 Bury the dead, and weep \n\nIn stillness o\'er the loss: \nBury the dead ; in Christ they sleep \n\nWho bore on earth his cross ; \nAnd from the grave their dust shall rise, \nIn his own image, to the skies. \n\n1100. L. M. J. N. Brown. \nAddress to the Dying Christian. \n\n1 GO, spirit of the sainted dead, \n\nGo to thy longed-for, happy home : \nThe tears of man are o\'er thee shed ; \nThe voice of angels bids thee come. \n\n2 If life be not in length of days, \n\nIn silvered locks, and furrowed brow, \nBut living to the Saviour\'s praise, \nHow few have lived so long as thou ! \n\n3 Though earth may boast one gem the less, \n\nMay not e\'en heaven the richer be ? \nAnd myriads on thy footsteps press, \nTo share thy blest eternity. \n\n579 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1101* 7s & 8s. [Peculiar.] Doane. \n\nWeep not. \n\n1 LIFT not thou the wailing voice ; \n\nWee]) not ; \'tis a Christian dieth : \nUp, where blessed saints rejoice, \n\nRansomed now, the spirit fiieth : \nHigh in Heaven\'s own light she dwelleth ; \nFull the song of triumph swell eth: \nFreed from earth, and earthly tailing, \nLift for her no voice of wailing. \n\n2 They who die in Christ are hlest : \n\nOurs be, then, no thought of grieving : \nSweetly with their God they rest, \n\nAll their toils and troubles leaving: \nSo be ours the faith that saveth, \nHope that every trial braveth, \nLove that to the end endureth, \nAnd, through Christ, the crown secureth. \n\n1 103. C. M. Peabody. \n\nPeaceful Death of the Pious. \n\n1 BEHOLD the western evening light 1 \n\nIt melts in deepening gloom ; \nSo calmly Christians sink away, \nDescending to the tomb. \n\n2 The winds breathe low ; the yellow leaf \n\nScarce whispers from the tree ; \nSo gently Hows the parting breath, \nWhen good men cease to be. \n\n3 How beautiful, on all the hills, \n\nThe crimson light is shed! \n\'Tis like the peace the Christian gives \nTo mourners round his bed. \n\n4 How mildly on the wandering cloud \n\nThe sunset beam is cast! \nSo sweet the memory left behind, \nWhen loved ones breathe their last. \n\n5 And, lo ! above the dews of night \n\nThe vesper star appears: \nSo faith lights up the mourner\'s heart, \nWhose eyes are dim with tears. \n\n5S0 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n6 Night falls, but soon the morning light \nIts glories shall restore ; \nAnd thus the eyes that sleep in death \nShall wake, to close no more. \n\nI!@3. L. M. Barbauld. \n\nBlessedness of the Righteous in Death. \n\n1 HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! \n\nWhen sinks a weary soul to rest! \nHow mildly beam the closing eyes ! \nHow gently heaves th\' expiring breast ! \n\n2 So fades a summer cloud away ; \n\nSo sinks the gate when storms are o\'er ; \nSo gently shuts the eye of day ; \nSo dies a wave along the shore. \n\n3 A holy quiet reigns around, \n\nA calm which life nor death destroys ; \nAnd nought disturbs that peace profound \nWhich his unfettered soul enjoys. \n\n4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, \n\nWhere lights and shades alternate dwell ; \nHow bright th\' unchanging morn appears! \nFarewell, inconstant world, farewell ! \n\n5 Life\'s labor done, as sinks the clay, \n\nLight from its load the spirit flies, \nWhile heaven and earth combine to say, \n" How blest the righteous when he dies ! " \n\n1104. C. M. Watts. \n\nThose blessed who die in the Lord. \n\n1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims \n\nFor all the pious dead : \n" Sweet is the savor of their names, \nAnd soft their sleeping bed. \n\n2 " They die in Jesus, and are blest; \n\nHow kind their slumbers are ! \nFrom suffering and from sin released, \nThey\'re freed from every snare. \n\n3 " Far from this world of toil and strife, \n\nThey\'re present with the Lord ; \nThe labors of their mortal life \nEnd in a large reward." \n\n681 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n1103. L. M. 6l* WlNCHELl/S SEL. \n\nThe Hope of Christian Friendship. \n\n1 SWEET is the thought, the promise sweet, \nThat friends, long-severed friends, shall meet \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat kindred souls, on earth disjoined, \n\nShall meet, from earthly dross refined, \nTheir mortal cares and sorrows o\'er, \nAnd mingle hearts to part no more. \n\n2 But for this hope, this blessed stay, \nWhen earthly comforts all decay, \nO, who could view tli\' expiring eye, \nNor wish, with those they love, to die ? \nWho could receive their parting breath, \nNor long to follow them in death ? \n\n3 But we have brighter hopes : we know \nShort is this pilgrimage of woe ; \n\nWe know that our Redeemer lives ; \nWe trust the promises he gives ; \nAnd part in hope to meet above, \nWhere all is joy, and all is love. \n\n1106. 12s & lis. Heber. \n\nFarewell to a Friend departed. \n\n1 THOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, \n\nThough sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb ; \nThe Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, \nAnd the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. \n\n2 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee, \n\nNor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; \n\nBut the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, \n\nAnd sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. \n\n3 Thou art gone to the grave ; and, its mansion forsaking, \n\nPerchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; \nBut the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, \nAnd the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim\'s song. \n\n4 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee ; \n\nSince God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide; \nHe gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee ; \nAnd death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died. \n\n582 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n1107. 8s & 7s. Bap. Memorial \n\nBurial of a Christian Brother. \n\n1 BROTHER, rest from sin and sorrow ; \n\nDeath is o\'er, and life is won ; \n\nOn thy slumber dawns no morrow : \n\nRest ; thine earthly race is run. \n\n2 Brother, wake; the night is waning; \n\nEndless day is round thee poured ; \nEnter thou the rest remaining \nFor the people of the Lord. \n\n3 Brother, wake ; for He who loved thee, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHe who died that thou mightst live, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe who graciously approved thee, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWaits thy crown of joy to give. \n\n4 Fare thee well ; though woe is blending \n\nWith the tones of earthly love, \n\nTriumph high and joy unending \n\nWait thee in the realms above. \n\n1108* L. M. Norton. \n\nBlessedness of the pious Dead. \n\n1 O, STAY thy tears ; for they are blest, \n\nWhose days are past, whose toil is done: \nHere midnight care disturbs our rest ; \nHere sorrow dims the noonday sun. \n\n2 How blest are they whose transient years \n\nPass like an evening meteor\'s flight ! \nNot dark with guilt, nor dim with tears ; \nWhose course is short, unclouded, bright. \n\n3 O, cheerless were our lengthened way ; \n\nBut Heaven\'s own light dispels the gloom, \nStreams downward from eternal day, \nAnd casts a glory round the tomb. \n\n4 O, stay thy tears ; the blest above \n\nHave hailed a spirit\'s heavenly birth, \nAnd sung a song of joy and love ; \n\nThen why should anguish reign on earth ? \n683 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n\n\n1109\xc2\xbb L. M. Mrs. Mackay. \n\nAsleep in Jesus. \n\n1 ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep, \nFrom which none ever wakes to weep \xe2\x80\x94 \nA calm and undisturbed repose, \nUnbroken by the last of foes. \n\n2 Asleep in Jesus ! O, how sweet \nTo be for such a slumber meet ! \nWith holy confidence to sing \n\nThat Death has lost his venomed sting ! \n\n3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, \nWhose waking is supremely blest : \nNo fear, no woe, shall dim that hour \nThat manifests the Saviour\'s power. \n\n4 Asleep in Jesus ! O, for me \nMay such a blissful refuge be : \nSecurely shall my ashes lie, \n\nAnd wait the summons from on high. \n\n5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space \nAffects this precious hiding-place : \nOn Indian plains or Lapland snows, \nBelievers find the same repose. \n\n6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee \n\nThy kindred and their graves may be ; \nBut thine is still a blessed sleep, \nFrom which none ever wakes to weep. \n\n\n\n111\xc2\xa9. C. M. Anon. \n\nPeaceful Death of the Righteous. \n\n1 I LOOKED upon the righteous man, \n\nAnd saw his parting breath, \nWithout a struggle or a sigh, \n\nSerenely yield to death : \nThere was no anguish on his brow, \n\nNor terror in his eye : \nThe spoiler aimed a fatal dart, \n\nBut lost the victory. \n\n584 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n2 I looked upon the righteous man, \n\nAnd heard the holy prayer \nWhich rose above that breathless form, \n\nTo soothe the mourners\' care, \nAnd felt how precious was the gift \n\nHe to his loved ones gave \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe stainless memory of the just, \n\nThe wealth beyond the grave. \n\n3 I looked upon the righteous man ; \n\nAnd all our earthly trust \nOf pleasure, vanity, or pride, \n\nSeemed lighter than the dust, \nCompared with his celestial gain \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA home above the sky : \nO, grant us, Lord, his life to live, \n\nThat we like him may die. \n\n\n\n1111* L. M. Bathurst. \n\nThe Christian\'s parting Hour. \n\n1 HOW sweet the hour of closing day, \n\nWhen all is peaceful and serene, \nAnd when the sun, with cloudless ray, \nSheds mellow lustre o\'er the scene ! \n\n2 Such is the Christian\'s parting hour ; \n\nSo peacefully he sinks to rest ; \nWhen faith, endued from heaven with power, \nSustains and cheers his languid breast. \n\n3 Mark but that radiance of his eye, \n\nThat smile upon his wasted cheek : \nThey tell us of his glory nigh, \n\nIn language that no tongue can speak. \n\n4 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer \n\nThe pilgrim on his gloomy road ; \nAnd angels are attending near, \nTo bear him to then\' bright abode. \n\n5 Who would not wish to die like those \n\nWhom God\'s own Spirit deigns to bless ? \nTo sink into that soft repose, \n\nThen wake to perfect happiness ? \n25* 585 \n\n\n\n1113. 8S & 7S. CoLLYEB \n\nComfort in the Death of the Christian. \n\n1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish \n\nO\'er the grave of those you love; \nPain, and death, and night, and anguish, \nEnter not the world above. \n\n2 While our silent steps are straying, \n\nLonely, through night\'s deepening shade \nGlory\'s brightest beams are playing \nRound the happy Christian\'s head. \n\n3 Light and peace at once deriving \n\nFrom the hand of God most high, \nIn his glorious presence living, \nThey shall never, never die. \n\n4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, \n\nSickness, there, no more can come; \nThere, no fear of woe, intruding, \n\nSheds o\'er heaven a moment\'s gloom. \n\n1113* C. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Christian\'s Farewell. \n\n1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell, \n\nWith all your feeble light ; \nFarewell, thou ever-changing moon, \nPale empress of the night. \n\n2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, \n\nIn brighter flames arrayed, \nMy soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, \nNo more demands thy aid. \n\n3 Ye stars are but the shining dust \n\nOf my divine abode, \nThe pavement of those heavenly courts \nWhere 1 shall see my God. \n\n4 The Father of eternal light \n\nWill there his beams display; \nNor shall one moment\'s darkness blend \nWith that unvaried day. \n\n5*6 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\nIll 1. S. M. Ch. Psalmody. \n\nThe peaceful Death of the Righteous. \n\n1 O FOR the death of those \n\nWho slumber in the Lord! \n\nO, be like theirs my last repose, \n\nLike theirs my last reward ! \n\n2 Their bodies in the ground, \n\nIn silent hope, may lie, \nTill the last trumpet\'s joyful sound \nShall call them to the sky. \n\n3 Their ransomed spirits soar, \n\nOn wings of faith and love, \n\nTo meet the Saviour they adore, \n\nAnd reign with him above. \n\n4 With us their names shall live \n\nThrough long-succeeding years, \nEmbalmed with all our hearts can give \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur praises and our tears. \n\n5 O for the death of those \n\nWho slumber in the Lord ! \n\nO, be like theirs my last repose, \n\nLike theirs my last reward ! \n\n1115. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nDeath of a Minister. \n\n1 WHAT though the arm of conquering death \n\nDoes God\'s own house invade ; \nWhat though our teacher and our friend \nIs numbered with the dead ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, \n\nThe aged and the young ; \nThe watchful eye in darkness closed, \nAnd dumb th\' instructive tongue ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Th\' eternal Shepherd still survives, \n\nHis teaching to impart: \nLord, be our Leader and our Guide, \nAnd rule and keep our heart. \n\n4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, \n\nWe have a boundless store, \nAnd shall be fed with what He gives, \nWho lives forevermore. \n587 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\nlUSc 10s. Montgomery. \n\nDeath of a 3Iinister in his Prime. \n\n1 GO to the grave in all thy glorious prime, \n\nIn full activity of zeal and power ; \nA Christian cannot die before his time ; \n\nThe Lord\'s appointment is the servant\'s hour. \n\n2 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; \n\nRest on thy sheaves ; thy harvest-task is done ; \nCome from the heat of battle, and in peace, \nSoldier, go home ; with thee the fight is won. \n\n3 Go to the grave ; for there thy Saviour lay \n\nJn death\'s embrace, ere he arose on high ; \nAnd all the ransomed, by that narrow way, \nPass to eternal life beyond the sky. \n\n4 Go to the grave : \xe2\x80\x94 no ; take thy seat above ; \n\nBe thy pure spirit present with the Lord, \nWhere thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, \nAnd open vision for the written word. \n\nHIT. 8S & 7S. L. H. SlGOURNEY. \n\nDeath of a Pastor. \n\n1 PASTOR, thou art from us taken \n\nIn the glory of thy years, \nAs the oak, by tempests shaken, \nFalls ere time its verdure sears. \n\n2 Here, where oft thy lip hath taught us \n\nOf the Lamb who died to save, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhere thy guiding hand hath brought us \nTo the deep, baptismal wave, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 Pale and cold we see thee lying \n\nIn God\'s temple, once so dear, \nAnd the mourners\' bitter sighing \nFalls unheeded on thine ear. \n\n4 All thy love and zeal, to lead us \n\nWhere immortal fountains flow, \nAnd on living bread to feed us, \nIn our fond remembrance glow. \n\n5 May the conquering faith that cheered thee \n\nWhen thy foot on Jordan pressed, \nGuide our spirits while we leave thee \nIn the tomb that Jesus blessed. \n\n538 \n\n\n\nDEATH. \n\n, S. M. Montgomery \n\nThe Death of an aged Minister. \n\n1 " SERVANT of God, well done ; \n\nRest from thy loved employ: \nThe battle fought, the victory won, \nEnter thy Master\'s joy." \n\n2 The voice at midnight came ; \n\nHe started up to hear ; \nA mortal arrow pierced his frame ; \nHe fell, but felt no fear. \n\n3 Tranquil amid alarms, \n\nIt found him on the field, \nA veteran slumbering on his arms, \nBeneath his red-cross shield. \n\n4 The pains of death are past ; \n\nLabor and sorrow cease ; \nAnd, life\'s long warfare closed at last, \nHis soul is found in peace. \n\n5 Soldier of Christ, well done ; \n\nPraise be thy new employ; \nAnd, while eternal ages run, \nRest in thy Saviour\'s joy. \n\n\n\n1119. 8s & 9s. Bacon. \n\nDeath of a Missionary. \n\n1 WEEP not for the saint that ascends \n\nTo partake of the joys of the sky ; \nWeep not for the seraph that bends \n\nWith the worshipping chorus on high ; \nWeep not for the spirit now crowned \n\nWith the garland to martyrdom given ; \nO, weep not for him : he has found \n\nHis reward and his refuge in heaven. \n\n2 But weep for their sorrows who stand \n\nAnd lament o\'er the dead by his grave ; \nWho sigh when they muse on the land \n\nOf their home far away o\'er the wave ; \nAnd weep for the nations that dwell \n\nWhere the light of the truth never shone, \nWhere anthems of peace never swell, \n\nAnd the love of the Lord is unknown. \n\n589 \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\nIIS\xc2\xae. 6s. Luther. \n\nHie Death of Martyrs. \n\n1 FLUNG to the heedless winds, \n\nOr on the waters cast, \nTheir ashes shall he watched, \n\nAnd gathered at the last: \nAnd from that scattered dust, \n\nAround us and abroad, \nShall spring a plenteous seed \n\nOf witnesses for God. \n\n2 Jesus hath now received \n\nTheir latest living breath ; \nYet vain is Satan\'s boast \n\nOf victory in their death: \nStill, still, though dead, they speak, \n\nAnd, triumph -tongued, proclaim \nTo many a wakening land \n\nThe one availing Name. \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\n1121. C. M. Scotch Col. \n\nDeath vanquished, \n\n1 WHEN the last trumpet\'s awful voice \n\nThis rending earth shall shake, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen opening graves shall yield their charge, \nAnd dust to life awake, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 Those bodies that corrupted fell \n\nShall incorrnpted rise, \nAnd mortal forms shall spring to life \nImmortal in the skies. \n\n3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung \n\nIs now at last fulfilled \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat Death should yield his ancient reign, \nAnd, vanquished, quit the field. \n\n4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, \n\nAnd thus begin to sing: \n" O Grave, where is thy triumph now? \nAnd where, O Deatn, thy sting ? " \n\n590 \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\n1123. S. M. Watts. \n\nHope of the Resurrection. \n\n1 AND must this body die? \n\nThis mortal frame decay ? \nArid must these active limbs of mine \nLie mouldering in the clay ? \n\n2 God, my Redeemer, lives, \n\nAnd often, from the skies, \nLooks down, and watches all my dust, \nTill he shall bid it rise. \n\n3 Arrayed in glorious grace \n\nShall these vile bodies shine, \nAnd every shape, and every face, \nLook heavenly and divine. \n\n4 These lively hopes we owe \n\nTo Jesus\' dying love ; \nWe would adore his grace below, \nAnd sing his power above. \n\n5 O Lord, accept the praise \n\nOf these our humble songs, \nTill strains of nobler sound we raise \nWith our immortal tongues. \n\n1133. C. M. Steele. \n\nTime and Eternity, \n\n1 LIFE is a span \xe2\x80\x94 a fleeting hour : \n\nHow soon the vapor flies ! \nMan is a tender, transient flower, \nThat e\'en in blooming dies. \n\n2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, \n\nEach mournful thought employs ; \nAnd Nature weeps her comforts fled, \nAnd withered all her joys. \n\n3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, \n\nWhen what we now deplore \n\nShall rise in full, immortal prime, \n\nAnd bloom to fade no more. \n\n4 Cease, then, fond Nature, cease thy tears $ \n\nThy Saviour dwells on high ; \nThere everlasting spring appears \xe2\x80\xa2 \nThere joys shall never die. \n\n591 \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\n1194. C. M. Watts. \n\nScenes of the Resurrection. \n\n1 HOW long shall Death, the tyrant, reign, \n\nAnd triumph o\'er the just? \nHow long the blood of martyrs slain \nLie mingled with the dust ? \n\n2 Lo ! I behold the scattered shades ; \n\nThe dawn of heaven appears ; \nThe bright, immortal morning spreads \nIts blushes round the spheres. \n\n3 I see the Lord of glory come, \n\nAnd flaming guards around ; \nThe skies divide to make him room ; \nThe trumpet shakes the ground. \n\n4 I hear the voice, " Ye dead, arise ! " \n\nAnd, lo ! the graves obey ; \nAnd waking saints, with joyful eyes, \nSalute th\' expected day. \n\n5 O, may our humble spirits stand \n\nAmong them, clothed in white : \nThe meanest place at his right hand \nIs infinite delight. \n\n6 How will our joy and wonder rise, \n\nWhen our returning King \nShall bear us homeward through the skies, \nOn love\'s triumphant wing ! \n\n1125. S. M. Luth, Col. \n\nResurrection and Judgment. \n\n1 AND am I born to die ? \n\nTo lay this body down ? \nAnd must my trembling spirit fly \nInto a world unknown ? \n\n2 Waked by the trumpet\'s sound, \n\nI from the grave must rise, \nAnd see the Judge with glory crowned, \nAnd see the flaming skies. \n592 \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\n3 How shall I leave my tomb ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWith triumph, or regret? \xe2\x80\x94 \nA fearful or a joyful doom, \nA curse or blessing, meet ? \n\n4 I must from God be driven, \n\nOr with my Saviour dwell \nMust come, at his command, to heaven, \nOr else depart \xe2\x80\x94 to hell. \n\n5 O Thou, that wouldst not have \n\nOne wretched sinner die, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWho diedst thyself, my soul to save \nFrom endless misery, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n6 Show me the way to shun \n\nThy dreadful wrath severe, \nThat, when thou comest on thy throne, \nI may with joy appear. \n\n112\xc2\xa9. C. M. Watts. \n\nHope of Heaven through Christ. \n\n1 BLEST be the everlasting God, \n\nThe Father of our Lord ; \nBe his abounding mercy praised, \nHis majesty adored. \n\n2 When from the dead he raised his Son, \n\nAnd called him to the sky, \n\nHe gave our souls a lively hope \n\nThat they should never die. \n\n3 What though our inbred sins require \n\nOur flesh to see the dust ; \nYet as the Lord our Saviour rose, \nSo all his followers must. \n\n4 There\'s an inheritance divine \n\nReserved against that day ; \n\'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, \nAnd cannot fade away. \n\n5 Saints by the power of God are kept \n\nTill the salvation come; \nWe walk by faith as strangers here, \nTill Christ shall call us home. \n25* 593 \n\n\n\nRESURRECTION. \n\n1137. C. M. Watts. \n\nHope of the Resurrection. \n\n1 I SET the Lord before my face ; \n\nHe bears my courage up ; \nMy heart, my tongue, their joy express ; \nMy flesh shall rest in hope. \n\n2 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave \n\nWhere souls departed are, \nNor quit my body in the grave, \nTo see destruction there. \n\n3 Thou wilt reveal the path of life, \n\nAnd raise me to thy throne ; \nThy courts immortal pleasure give ; \nThy presence, joys unknown. \n\n1128. L. M. . Watts. \n\nDeath and the Resurrection. \n\n1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; \n\nHis arm is my almighty prop : \nBe glad, my heart ; rejoice, my tongue ; \nMy dying flesh shall rest in hope. \n\n2 Though in the dust I lay my head, \n\nYet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave \nMy soul forever with the dead, \nNor lose thy children in the grave. \n\n3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, \n\nShake off the dust, and rise on high ; \nThen shalt thou lead the wondrous way \nTo yonder throne above the sky. \n\n4 There streams of endless pleasure flow, \n\nAnd full discoveries of thy grace, \nWhich we but tasted here below, \n\nSpread heavenly joys through all the place. \n\n1139. C. M. H. K. White. \n\nJourneying through Death to Life. \n1 THROUGH sorrow\'s night, and danger\'s path, \nAmid the deepening gloom, \nWe, soldiers of a heavenly King, \nAre marching to the tomb. \n\n594 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n2 There, when the turmoil is no more, \n\nAnd all our powers decay, \n\nOur cold remains in solitude \n\nShall sleep the years away. \n\n3 Our labors done, securely laid \n\nIn this our last retreat, \nUnheeded o\'er our silent dust \nThe storms of life shall beat \n\n4 Yet not thus lifeless, in the grave, \n\nThe vital spark shall lie ; \nFor o\'er life\'s wreck that spark shall rise, \nTo seek its kindred sky. \n\n5 These ashes, too, \xe2\x80\x94 this little dust, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nOur Father\'s care shall keep, \nUntil the final trump shail break \nThe long and dreary sleep. \n\n6 Then love\'s soft dew o\'er every eye \n\nShall shed its mildest rays, \nAnd our long-silent dust shall rise, \nWith shouts of endless praise ! \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1130. L. M. W. Scott. \n\nThe great Day. \n\n1 THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, \nWhen heaven and earth shall pass away ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhat pow r er shall be the sinner\'s stay ? \nHow shall he meet that dreadful day ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 When, shrivelling like a parch6d scroll, \nThe flaming heavens together roll, \nAnd louder yet, and yet more dread, \nResounds the trump that wakes the dead ? \n\n3 O, oti that day, that wrathful day, \nWhen man to judgment wakes from clay, \nBe thou, O Christ, the sinner\'s stay, \nThough heaven and earth shall pass away. \n\n595 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1131. 7a T. Von Celano. \n\nPleading for Acceptance. \n\n1 ON that great, that awful day, \nThis vain world shall pass away, \nAnd before the Maker stand \nAll the creatures of his hand. \n\n2 Then shall all the nations meet \nAt th\' eternal judgment-seat, \nAnd, unveiled before his eye, \nAll the works of man shall lie. \n\n3 O, in that destroying hour, \n\nSource of goodness, Source of power, \nShow thou, of thine own free grace, \nHelp unto a helpless race. \n\n4 Hear, and pity ; hear, and aid ; \nSpare the creatures thou hast made ; \nFold us with the sheep that stand \nPure and safe at thy right hand. \n\nIi32\xc2\xab 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.] Luther. \n\nChrist coming to Judgment. \n\n1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear? \n\nThe end of things created : \nThe Judge of man I see appear, \n\nOn clouds of glory seated : \nThe trumpet sounds ; the graves restore \nThe dead which they contained before : \n\nPrepare, my soul, to meet him. \n\n2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, \n\nAt the last trumpet\'s sounding, \nCaught up to meet him in the skies, \n\nWith joy their Lord surrounding : \nNo gloomy fears their souls dismay ; \nHis presence sheds eternal day \n\nOn those prepared to meet him. \n596 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, \n\nBehold his wrath prevailing; \nFor they shall rise, and find their tears \n\nAnd sighs are unavailing: \nThe day of grace is past and gone ; \nTrembling they stand before the throne, \n\nAll unprepared to meet him. \n\n4 Great God, what do I see and hear ! \n\nThe end of things created : \nThe Judge of man I see appear, \n\nOn clouds of glory seated: \nBefore his cross I view the day \nWhen heaven and earth shall pass away. \n\nAnd thus prepare to meet him. \n\n1133. C. P. M. C. Wesley. \n\nContemplation of Judgment. \n\n1 O GOD, my inmost soul convert, \nAnd deeply on my thoughtful heart \n\nEternal things Impress ; \nCause me to feel their solemn weight, \nAnd tremble on the brink of fate, \n\nAnd wake to righteousness. \n\n2 Before me place, in dread array, \nThe pornp of that tremendous day, \n\nWhen thou with clouds shalt come \nTo judge the nations at thy bar ; \nAnd tell me, Lord, shall I be there \n\nTo meet a joyful doom ? \n\n3 Be this my one great business here, \nWith serious industry and fear, \n\nEternal bliss t\' insure \xe2\x80\x94 \nThine utmost counsel to fulfil, \nAnd suffer all thy righteous will, \n\nAnd to the end endure. \n\n4 Then, Father, then my soul receive, \nTransported from this vale, to live \n\nAnd reign with thee above, \nWhere faith is sweetly lost in sight, \nAnd hope in full, supreme delight, \n\nAnd everlasting love. \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1134. L. M. Watts, \nRejoicing in Christ as Sovereign and Judge. \n\n1 HE reigns ! the Lord the Saviour reigns ! \nSing to his name in lofty strains ; \n\nLet all the earth in songs rejoice, \nAnd in Ins praise exalt their voice. \n\n2 Deep are his counsels, and unknown ; \nBut grace and truth support his throne : \nThough gloomy clouds his way surround, \nJustice is then* eternal ground. \n\n3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, \nShakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs ; \nBefore him burns devouring fire; \n\nThe mountains melt, the seas retire. \n\n4 His enemies, with sore dismay, \n\nFly from the sight, and shun the day : \nThen lift your heads, ye saints, on high, \nAnd sing, for your redemption \'s nigh. \n\n1135. L. M. Heber. \n\nThe Lord will come. \n\n1 THE Lord will come ; the earth shall quake ; \nThe hills their ancient seats forsake ; \n\nAnd, withering, from the vault of night \nThe stars withdraw their feeble light. \n\n2 The Lord will come ; but not the same \nAs once in lowly form he came, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nA quiet Lamb to slaughter led, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe bruised, the suffering, and the dead. \n\n3 The Lord will come ; a dreadful form, \nWith wreath of flame, and robe of storm, \nOn cherub wings, and wings of wind, \nAnointed Judge of human kind. \n\n4 Can this be he who wont to stray \nA pilgrim on the world\'s highway, \n\nBy power oppressed, and mocked by pride ? \nO God, is this the Crucified ? \n\n5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain ; \nGo seek the mountain\'s cleft in vain ; \nBut faith, victorious o\'er the tomb, \nShall sing for joy, " The Lord is come." \n\n598 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1136. 8s, 7s &4. Oliver. \n\nChrist coming to Judgment. \n\n1 LO ! he comes, with clouds descending, \n\nOnce for favored sinners slain ; \n\nThousand thousand saints, attending, \n\nSwell the triumph of his train: \n\nHallelujah! \nJesus shall forever reign. \n\n2 Every eye shall now behold him, \n\nRobed in dreadful majesty : \nThose who set at nought and sold him, \nPierced, and nailed him to the tree, \n\nDeeply wailing, \nShall the true Messiah see. \n\n3 When the solemn trump has sounded, \n\nHeaven and earth shall flee away ; \n\nAll who hate him must, confounded, \n\nHear the summons of that day \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n" Come to judgment ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nCome to judgment! \xe2\x80\x94 come away ! " \n\n4 Now the Saviour, long expected, \n\nSee, in solemn pomp, appear ; \nAll his saints, by man rejected, \nNow shall meet him in the air : \n\nHallelujah! \nSee the day of God appear. \n\n.1137. C. M. Doddridge. \n\nThe Day approaches. \n\n1 THE day approaches, O my soul, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe great, decisive day, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhich from the verge of mortal life \nShall bear thee far away. \n\n2 Another day more awful dawns, \n\nAnd, lo ! the Judge appears: \n\nYe heaven?, retire before his face ; \n\nAnd sink, ye darkened stars. \n\n3 Yet does one short, preparing hour \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nOne precious hour \xe2\x80\x94 remain : \nRouse, then, my soul, with all thy power \nNor let it pass in vain. \n\n599 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1138. 7& Kelly. \n\nChrist coming to save his People. \n\n1 HARK ! that shout of rapturous joy T \n\nBursting forth from yonder cloud ; \nJesus conies, and, through the sky, \nAngels tell their joy aloud. \n\n2 Hark ! the trumpet\'s awful voice \n\nSounds abroad o\'er sea and land ; \nLet his people now rejoice ; \nTheir redemption is at hand. \n\n3 See, the Lord appears in view ; \n\nHeaven and earth before him fly ; \nRise, ye saints ; he comes for you ; \nRise to meet him in the sky. \n\n4 Go and dwell with him above, \n\nWhere no foe can e\'er molest ; \nHappy in the Saviour\'s love, \nEver blessing, ever blest. \n\n1130. 10s & lis. [Peculiar.] VVATTS. \n\nThe last Judgment. \n\n1 THE God of glory sends his summons forth, \nCalls the south nations, and awakes the north ; \nFrom east to west the sovereign orders spread, \nThrough distant worlds and regions of the dead : \nThe trumpet sounds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices ; \nLift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. \n\n2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ; \nHis vengeance sleeps no more : behold the day ; \nBehold, the Judge descends : his guards are nigh : \nTempest and fire attend him down the sky : \nWhen God appears, all nature shall adore him : \nWhile sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. \n\n3 Sinners, awake betimes ; O, now be wise ; \nAwake before this dreadful morning rise : \n\nChange your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend ; \nFly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend: \nThen join the saints ; wake every cheerful passion ; \nWhen Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. \n600 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1140. 8s, 7s & 4. Rippon\'s Col. \n\nHie Judgment welcomed. \n\n1 LO ! he cometh : countless trumpets \n\nWake to life the slumbering dead; \n\'Mid ten thousand saints and angels \nSee their great, exalted Head : \n\nHallelujah ! \nWelcome, welcome, Son of God. \n\n2 Full of joyful expectation, \n\nSaints behold the Judge appear; \nTruth and justice go before him ; \nNow the joyful sentence hear : \n\nHallelujah! \nWelcome, welcome, Judge divine. \n\n3 " Come, ye blessed of my Father ; \n\nEnter into life and joy ; \nBanish all your fears and sorrows ; \nEndless praise be your employ : " \n\nHallelujah! \nWelcome, welcome to the skies. \n\n1141. S. M. Beddome. \nHie Lord cometh to Judgment. \n\n1 BEHOLD, the day is come ; \n\nThe righteous Judge is near; \nAnd sinners, trembling at their doom, \nShall soon their sentence hear. \n\n2 Angels, in bright attire, \n\nConduct him through the skies ; \nDarkness and tempest, smoke and fire 3 \nAttend him as he flies. \n\n3 How awful is the sight ! \n\nHow loud the thunders roar ! \n\nThe sun forbears to give his light, \n\nAnd stars are seen no more. \n\n4 The whole creation groans ; \n\nBut saints arise and sing: \nThey are the ransomed of the Lord,, \nAnd he their God and King. \n26 601 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n1142. C. M. Watts. \n\nEverlasting Absence of God intolerable. \n\n1 THAT awful day will surely come, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nTh\' appointed hour makes haste, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen I must stand before my Judge, \nAnd pass the solemn test. \n\n2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, \n\nThou Sovereign of my heart, \nHow could 1 hear to hear thy voice \nPronounce the sound, " Depart ! " \n\n3 O, wretched state of deep despair, \n\nTo see my God remove, \nAnd fix my dreadful station where \nI must not taste his love ! \n\n4 Jesus, I throw my arms around, \n\nAnd hang upon thy breast ; \nWithout one gracious smile from thee, \nMy spirit cannot rest. \n\n5 O, tell me that my worthless name \n\nIs graven on thy hands ; \nShow me some promise in thy book, \nWhere my salvation stands. \n\n\n\n1143. C. P. M. Rippon\'s. Col. \n\nPleading for Acceptance. \n\n1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come \nTo take thy ransomed people home, \n\nShall I among them stand? \nShall such a worthless worm as I, \nWho sometimes am afraid to die, \n\nBe found at thy right hand ? \n\n2 T love to meet thy people now, \nBefore thy feet with them to bow, \n\nThough vilest of them all ; \nBut \xe2\x80\x94 can I bear the piercing thought? \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhat if my name should be left out, \n\nWhen thou for them shalt call ? \n\n602 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT DAY. \n\n3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace ; \nBe thou my only hiding-place, \n\nIn this th\' accepted day; \n\xe2\x80\xa2 Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear, \nTo still my unbelieving fear, \nNor let me fall, I pray. \n\n4 And when the final trump shall sound, \nAmong thy saints let me be found, \n\nTo bow before thy face : \nThen in triumphant strains I\'ll sing, \nWhile heaven\'s resounding mansions ring \n\nWith praise of sovereign grace. \n\n\n\n1144. 8s, 7s & 4. Newton. \n\nSaints and Sinners judged. \n\n1 DAY of judgment, day of wonders ! \n\nHark! the trumpet\'s awful sound, \nLouder than a thousand thunders, \nShakes the vast creation round : \n\nHow the summons \nWill the sinner\'s heart confound ! \n\n2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, \n\nClothed in majesty divine : \nYou, who long for his appearing, \n\nThen shall nay, "This God is mine:" \n\nGracious Saviour, \nOwn me in that day for thine. \n\n3 At his call the dead awaken, \n\nRise to life from earth and sea: \nAll the powers of nature, shaken \nBy his looks, prepare to flee : \n\nCareless sinner, \nWhat will then become of thee ? \n\n4 But to those who have confessed, \n\nLoved and served the Lord below, \nHe will say, "Come near, ye blessed ; \nSee the kingdom I bestow: \n\nYou forever \nShall my love and glory know." \n\n603 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1145* S. M. Doddridge. \n\nPreparation for the Judgment \n\n1 AND will the Judge descend? \n\nAnd must the dead arise ? \n\nAnd not a single soul escape \n\nHis all-discerning eyes ? \n\n2 How will my heart endure \n\nThe terrors of* that day, \nWhen earth and heaven, before his face, \nAstonished, shrink away ? \n\n3 But, ere the trumpet shakes \n\nThe mansions of the dead, \nHark ! from the gospel\'s cheering sound \nWhat joyful tidings spread ! \n\n4 Come, sinners, seek his grace, \n\nWhose wrath ye cannot bear ; \nFly to the shelter of his cross, \nAnd find salvation there. \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1146. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe heavenly Canaan. \n\n1 THERE is a land of pure delight, \n\nWhere saints immortal reign ; \nEternal day excludes the night, \nAnd pleasures banish pain. \n\n2 There everlasting spring abides, \n\nAnd never-fading flowers: \nDeath, like a narrow sea, divides \nThat heavenly land from ours. \n\n604 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, \n\nStand dressed in living i^reen: \n\nSo to the Jews fair Canaan stood, \n\nWhile Jordan rolled between. \n\n4 But timorous mortals start and shrink \n\nTo cross this narrow sea, \nAnd linger, trembling, on the brink, \nAnd fear to launch away. \n\n5 O, could we make our doubts remove, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThose gloomy doubts that rise, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd see the Canaan that we love \nWith un beclouded eyes, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n6 Could wo but climb where Moses stood, \n\nAnd view the landscape o\'er, \xe2\x80\x94 \nNot Jordan\'s stream, nor death\'s cold flood, \nShould fright us from the shore. \n\n1147. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe heavenly Mansion. \n\n1 THERE is a house not made with hands, \n\nEternal, and on high ; \nAnd here my spirit waiting stands \nTill God shall bid it fly. \n\n2 Shortly this prison of my clay \n\nMust be dissolved and fall ; \n\nThen, O my soul, with joy obey \n\nThy heavenly Father\'s call. \n\n3 \'Tis he, by his almighty grace, \n\nThat forms thee fit for heaven, \nAnd, as an earnest of the place, \nHas his own Spirit given. \n\n4 We walk by faith of joys to come ; \n\nFaith lives upon his word ; \nBut while the body is our home, \nWe\'re absent from the Lord. \n\n5 \'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, \n\nBut we had rather see ; \nWe would be absent from the flesh, \nAnd present, Lord, with thee. \n\n605 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n114:8\xc2\xab llS. MlJHLENBURG. \n\nLonging for Heaven. \n\n1 1 WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay \nWhere storm after storm rises dark o\'er the way ; \nThe few lucid mornings that dawn on us here \nAre followed by gloom or beclouded with fear. \n\n2 1 would not live alway thus fettered by sin \xe2\x80\x94 \nTemptation without and corruption within : \nE\'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, \nAnd the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. \n\n3 I would not live alway ; no \xe2\x80\x94 welcome the tomb : \nSince Jesus hath lain there, 1 dread not its gloom : \nThere sweet be my rest till he bid me arise \n\nTo hail him in triumph descending the skies. \n\n4 Who, who would live alway away from his God \xe2\x80\x94 \nAway from yon heaven, that blissful abode, \nWhere rivers of pleasure flow bright o\'er the plains. \nAnd the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? \n\n5 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, \nTheir Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; \nWhile anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, \n\nAnd the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul \n\n1149. L. M. Pratt\'s Col. \n\nHeaven alone unfading. \n\n1 HOW vain is all beneath the skies ! \n\nHow transient every earthly bliss ! \nHow slender all the fondest ties \nThat bind us to a world like this ! \n\n2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, \n\nThe withering grass, the fading flower, \nOf earthly hopes are emblems true \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe glory of a passing hour. \n\n3 But though earth\'s fairest blossoms die, \n\nAnd all beneath the skies is vain, \nThere is a brighter world on high, \nBeyond the reach of care and pain. \n\n4 Then let the hope of joys to come \n\nDispel our cares, and chase our fears : \nIf God be ours, we\'re travelling home, \nThough passing through a vale of tears. \n606 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1150. CM. Village Hymns. \nCelestial Prospects. \n\n1 BRIGHT glories rush upon my sight, \n\nAnd charm my wondering eyes \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe regions of immortal light, \nThe beauties of the skies. \n\n2 All hail, ye fair, celestial shores, \n\nYe lands of endless day ; \nA rich delight your prospect pours, \nAnd drives my griefs away. \n\n3 There\'s a delightful clearness now ; \n\nMy clouds of doubt are gone ; \nFled is my former darkness, too ; \nMy fears are all withdrawn. \n\n4 Short is the passage, short the space, \n\nBetween my home and me ; \nThere, there behold the radiant place ! \nHow near the mansions be ! \n\n5 Immortal wonders ! boundless things \n\nIn those dear worlds appear : \nPrepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings, \nAnd in those glories share. \n\n1151. 7s. Spir. of the Psalms. \nThe Righteous only may hope for Heaven. \n\n1 WHO, O Lord, when life is o\'er, \nShall to heaven\'s blest mansions soar ? \nWho, an ever-welcome guest, \n\nIn thy holy place shall rest ? \n\n2 He whose heart thy love has warmed ; \nHe whose will, to thine conformed, \nBids his life unsullied run ; \n\nHe whose words and thoughts are one ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 He who shuns the sinner\'s road, \nLoving those who love their God : \nWho, with hope and faith unfeigned, \nTreads the path by thee ordained : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 He who trusts in Christ alone ; \nNot in aught himself has done ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe, great God, shall be thy care, \nAnd thy choicest blessing share. \n\n607 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1I5S\xc2\xab S. M. Montgomery. \n\nRest for the weary Soul. \n\n1 O, WHERE shall rest be found \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nRest for the weary soul ? \n\'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound. \nOr pierce to either pole. \n\n2 The world can never give \n\nThe bliss for which we sigh : \n\'Tis not the whole of life to live, \nNor all of death to die. \n\n3 Beyond this vale of tears, \n\nThere is a life above, \nUnmeasured by the flight of years; \nAnd all that life is love. \n\n4 There is a death whose pang \n\nOutlasts the fleeting breath : \nO, what eternal terrors hang \nAround the second death I \n\n5 Lord God of truth and grace, \n\nTeach us that death to shun, \nLest we be banished from thy face, \nAnd evermore undone. \n\n1153. C. M. Watts. \n\nHoliness of Heaven, \n\n1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, \n\nNor sense nor reason known, \nWhat joys the Father has prepared \nFor those that love his Son. \n\n2 But the good Spirit of the Lord \n\nReveals a heaven to come ; \n\nThe beams of glory in his word \n\nAllure and guide us home. \n\n3 Pure are the joys above the sky, \n\nAnd all the region peace: \nNo wanton lips, nor envious eye ? \nCan see or taste the bliss. \n\n4 Those holy gates forever bar \n\nPollution, sin, and shame ; \nAnd none shall gain admittance there \nBut followers of the Lamb. \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1 654. L. M. Watts. \n\nThe Sight of God and Christ the Joy of Heaven. \n\n1 O FOR a sight, a pleasing sight, \n\nOf our almighty Father\'s throne! \nThere sits our Saviour, crowned with light, \nClothed with a body like our own. \n\n2 Adoring saints around him stand, \n\nAnd thrones and powers before him fall ; \nThe God shines gracious through the man, \nAnd sheds bright glories on them all. \n\n3 O, what amazing joys they feel, \n\nWhile to their golden harps they sing, \nAnd echo, from each heavenly hill, \nThe glorious triumphs of their King ! \n\n4 When shall the day, O Lord, appear, \n\nThat I shall mount to dwell above, \nAnd stand and bow among them there, \nAnd view thy face, and sing thy love ? \n\n1155. C. M. Watts. \n\nRest from Sin and Trouble in Heaven. \n\n1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they are ! \n\nAnd, like a raging flood, \nThey break our duty, Lord, to thee, \nAnd force us from our God. \n\n2 The waves of trouble, how they rise ! \n\nHow loud the tempests roar ! \nBut death shall land our weary souls \nSafe on the heavenly shore. \n\n3 Fulfilling there his high commands, \n\nOur cheerful feet shall move ; \nNo sin shall clog our active zeal, \nOr cool our burning love. \n\n4 We there shall ever sing and tell \n\nThe wonders of his grace, \nWhile heavenly raptures fire our hearts, \nAnd smile in every face. \n\n5 Forever his dear, sacred name \n\nShall dwell upon our tongue, \nAnd Jesus and salvation be \nThe close of every song. \n\n26* 609 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n113Q. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Hope of Heaven. \n\n1 WHEN I can read my title clear \n\nTo mansions in the skies, \nI bid farewell to every fear, \nAnd wipe my weeping eyes. \n\n2 Should earth against my soul engage, \n\nAnd fiery darts be hurled, \nThen I can smile at Satan\'s rage, \nAnd face a frowning world. \n\n3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, \n\nAnd storms of sorrow fall ! \n\nMay I but safely reach my home, \n\nMy God, my heaven, my all. \n\n4 There shall I bathe my weary soul \n\nIn seas of heavenly rest, \nAnd not a wave of trouble roll \nAcross my peaceful breast. \n\n1157. C. M. Beddome. \n\nThe final Adieu. \n\n1 THERE is a world of perfect bliss \n\nAbove the starry skies ; \nOppressed with sorrows and with sins, \n1 thither lift my eyes. \n\n2 \'Tis there the weary are at rest, \n\nAnd all is peace within; \nThe mind, with guilt no more oppressed, \nIs tranquil and serene. \n\n3 Discord and strife are banished thence, \n\nDistrust and slavish fear ; \nNo more we hear the pensive sigh, \nOr see the falling tear. \n\n4 Farewell to earth and earthly things : \n\nIn vain they tempt my stay : \nCome, angels, spread your joyful wings, \nAnd bear my soul away. \n\n610 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n\n\nI long to see my Father\'s face, \nAnd sing his praises too : \n\nAdieu, companions, dearest friends ; \nVain world, once more adieu. \n\n\n\n1158. C. M. Steele. \nHeaven anticipated. \n\n1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart ; \n\nInspire each lifeless tongue ; \nAnd let the joys of heaven impart \nTheir influence to our song. \n\n2 Then to the shining realms of bliss \n\nThe wings of faith shall soar, \nAnd all the charms of Paradise \nOur raptured thoughts explore. \n\n3 There shall the followers of the Lamb \n\nJoin in immortal songs, \nAnd endless honors to his name \nEmploy their tuneful tongues. \n\n4 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love ; \n\nOur feeble notes inspire, \nTill, in thy blissful courts above, \nWe join the heavenly choir. \n\n1159. S. M. Montgomery. \nHome in Heaven. \n\n1 MY Father\'s house on high ! \n\nHome of my soul ! how near, \nAt times, to faith\'s foreseeing eye \nThy golden gates appear ! \n\n2 I hear at morn and even, \n\nAt noon and midnight hour, \nThe choral harmonies of heaven \nSeraphic music pour. \n\n3 O, then my spirit faints \n\nTo reach the land 1 love \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe bright inheritance of saints, \nMy glorious home above. \n611 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1160. CM. Ch. Psalmody. \nTreasure in Heaven. \n\n1 YES, there are joys that cannot die, \n\nWith God laid up in store \xe2\x80\x94 \nTreasures, beyond the changing sky, \nMore bright than golden ore. \n\n2 To that bright world my soul aspires, \n\nWith rapturous delight: \nO for the Spirit\'s quickening powers, \nTo speed me in my flight ! \n\n1161. 8s & 7s. Kelly. \nTermination of the Christian Warfare. \n\n1 WHEN we pass through yonder river, \n\nWhen we reach the farther shore, \nThere\'s an end of war forever ; \n\nWe shall see our foes no more: \nAll our conflicts then shall cease, \nFollowed by eternal peace. \n\n2 After warfare, rest is pleasant : \n\nO, how sweet the prospect is I \nThough we toil and strive at present, \n\nLet us not repine at this: \nToil, and pain, and conflict, past, \nAll endear repose at last. \n\n3 When we gain the heavenly regions, \n\nWhen we touch the heavenly shore, \xe2\x80\x94 \nBlessed thought! \xe2\x80\x94 no hostile legions \n\nCan alarm or trouble more : \nFar beyond the reach of foes, \nWe shall dwell in sweet repose. \n\n4 O, that hope ! how bright, how glorious ! \n\n\'Tis his people\'s blest reward ; \nIn the Saviour\'s strength victorious, \n\nThey at length behold their Lord : \nIn his kingdom they shall rest, \nIn his love be fully blest. \n612 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1163. C. M. Moore. \n\nHeaven desired. \n\n1 THE dove let loose in eastern skies, \n\nReturning fondly home, \nNe\'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies, \nWhere idler warblers roam; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 But high she shoots through air and light, \n\nAbove all low delay, \nWhere nothing earthly bounds her flight, \nNor shadow dims her way. \n\n3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare \n\nOf sinful passion free, \nAloft, through faith\'s serener air, \nTo urge my course to thee ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, \n\nMy soul, as home she springs, \nThy sunshine on her joyful way, \nThy freedom on her wings. \n\n1163. 8s. DeFleurt. \n\nSongs of Heaven. \n\n1 YE angels, who stand round the throne, \n\nAnd view my Immanuel\'s face, \nIn rapturous songs make him known ; \nO, tune your soft harps to his praise. \n\n2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, \n\nAnd cast your bright crowns at his feet, \nHis grace and his glory display, \nAnd all his rich mercy repeat. \n\n3 He snatched you from hell and the grave; \n\nHe ransomed from death and despair ; \nFor you he is mighty to save, \n\nAnd faithful to bring you safe there. \n\n4 O, when will the moment appear, \n\nWhen I shall unite in your song? \nI\'m weary of lingering here ; \nFor 1 to your Saviour belong. \n\n5 Fm fettered and chained here in clay ; \n\n1 struggle and pant to be free ; \nI long to be soaring away, \n\nMy God and my Saviour to see. \n613 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n11G4. 7s. Montgomery. \n\nThe Victory of the Saints. \n\n1 PALMS of glory, raiment bright, \n\nCrowns which never fade away, \nGird and deck the saints in light ; \n\nPriests, and kings, and conquerors, they. \n\n2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms \n\nTo the Lamb amidst the throne, \nAnd proclaim, in joyful psalms, \nVictory through his cross alone. \n\n3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, \n\nCrying, as they strike the chords, \n"Take the kingdom ; it is thine, \nKing of kings and Lord of lords." \n\n4 Round the altar priests confess, \n\nWith their robes made white as snow \n\'Twas their Saviour\'s righteousness, \nAnd his blood, which made them so. \n\n5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt, \n\nSinners once of Adam\'s race ; \nGuilt, and fear, and suffering, felt, \nBut were saved by sovereign grace. \n\n6 They were mortal, too, like us ; \n\nAnd when we, like them, shall die, \nMay our souls, translated thus, \n\nTriumph, reign, and slime, on high. \n\n1165. L. M. Watts. \n\nT7ie Christian\'s Prospect \n\n1 WHAT sinners value I resign ; \nLord, \'tis enough that thou art mine ; \nJ shall behold thy blissful face, \n\nAnd stand complete in righteousness. \n\n2 This life \'s a dream \xe2\x80\x94 an empty show; \nBut that bright world to which 1 go \nHath joys substantial and sincere: \nWhen shall 1 wake, and find me there ? \n\n6J4 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n3 O glorious hour ! O blest abode ! \nI shall be near and like my God, \nAnd flesh and sin no more control \nThe sacred pleasures of my soul. \n\n4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground \nTill the last trumpet\'s joyful sound, \nThen burst the chains, with glad surprise, \nAnd in my Saviour\'s image rise. \n\n11GG. C. M. Montgomery\'s Col. \n\nThe Society of Heaven. \n\n1 JERUSALEM ! my glorious home! \n\nName ever dear to me ! \nWhen shall my labors have an end, \nIn joy, and peace, and thee ? \n\n2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls \n\nAnd pearly gates behold ? \nThy bulwarks with salvation strong, \nAnd streets of shining gold ? \n\n3 O, when, thou city of my God, \n\nShall I thy courts ascend, \nWhere congregations ne\'er break up, \nAnd Sabbaths have no end ? \n\n4 There happier bowers than Eden\'s bloom, \n\nNor sin nor sorrow know : \nBlest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes \nI onward press to you. \n\n5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ? \n\nOr feel at death dismay? \nI\'ve Canaan\'s goodly land in view, \nAnd realms of endless day. \n\n6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, \n\nAround my Saviour stand ; \nAnd soon my friends in Christ below \nWill join the glorious band. \n\n7 Jerusalem ! my gloriuus home ! \n\nMy soul still pants for thee ; \nThen shall my labors have an end, \nWhen I thy joys shall see. \n\n615 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1167. C. M. W. B. Tappan. \nThe Peace and Repose of Heaven. \n\n1 THERE is an hour of hallowed peace \n\nFor those with cares oppressed. \nWhen sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease, \nAnd all be hushed to rest. \n\n2 \'Tis then the soul is freed from fears \n\nAnd doubts which here annoy ; \nThen they that oft bad sown in tears \nShall reap again in joy. \n\n3 There is a home of sweet repose, \n\nWhere storms assail no more ; \nThe stream of endless pleasure flows \nOn that celestial shore. \n\n4 There purity with love appears, \n\nAnd bliss without alloy ; \nThere they that oft had sown in tears \nShall reap again in joy. \n\n1168. 8s & 6s. W. B. Tappan. \nHeaven anticipated. \n\n1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest \n\nTo mourning wanderers given ; \nThere is a joy for souls distressed, \nA balm for every wounded breast ; \n\n\'Tis found alone in heaven. \n\n2 There is a home for weary souls, \n\nBy sins and sorrows driven, \nWhen tossed on life\'s tempestuous shoals, \nWhere storms arise, and ocean rolls, \n\nAnd all is drear \xe2\x80\x94 \'tis heaven. \n\n3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, \n\nThe heart no longer riven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAnd views the tempest passing by, \nSees evening shadows quickly fly, \n\nAnd all serene in heaven. \n\n4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, \n\nAnd joys supreme are given ; \nThere rays divine disperse the gloom ; \nBeyond the dark and narrow tomb \n\nAppears the dawn of heaven. \n616 \n\n\n\nHEAVEJV. \n\n1169. C. M. Steele. \nLonging for a View of Heaven. \n\n1 G 5 LET our thoughts and wishes fly \n\nAbove these gloomy shades, \nTo those bright worlds beyond the sky, \nWhich sorrow ne\'er invades ! \n\n2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, \n\nOr reason\'s feeble ray, \nIn ever-blooming prospect rise, \nExposed to no decay. \n\n3 Lord, send a beam of light divine \n\nTo guide our upward aim ; \n\nWith one reviving look of thine, \n\nOur languid hearts inflame. \n\n4 O, then, on faith\'s sublimest wing, \n\nOur ardent souls shall rise \nTo those bright scenes where pleasures spring \nImmortal in the skies. \n\n1170. C. M. Steele. \nGlories of Heaven. \n\n1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night, \n\nUnbounded glories rise, \nAnd realms of joy and pure delight, \nUnknown to mortal eyes. \n\n2 Fair, distant land! \xe2\x80\x94 could mortal eyes \n\nBut half its charms explore, \nHow would our spirits long to rise, \nAnd dwell on earth no more ! \n\n3 No cloud those blissful regions know \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nRealms ever bright and fair ; \nFor sin, the source of mortal woe, \nCan never enter there. \n\n4 O, may the heavenly prospect fire \n\nOur hearts with ardent love, \nTill wings of faith, and strong desire, \nBear every thought above. \n\n5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, \n\nFor thy bright courts on high ; \nThen bid our spirits rise and join \nThe chorus of the sky. \n\n2G* 617 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1171. C. M. R. TURNBULL. \n\nMy Father\'s House, \n\n1 THERE is a place of sacred rest, \n\nFar, far beyond the skies, \nWhere beauty smiles eternally, \n\nAnd pleasure never dies ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nMy Father\'s house, my heavenly home, \n\nWhere " many mansions " stand, \nPrepared, by hands divine, for all \n\nWho seek the better land. \n\n2 When tossed upon the waves of life, \n\nWith fear on every side, \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhen fiercely howls the gathering storm, \n\nAnd foams the angry tide, \xe2\x80\x94 \nBeyond the storm, beyond the gloom, \n\nBreaks forth the light of morn, \nBright beaming from my Father\'s house, \n\nTo cheer the soul forlorn. \n\n3 Yes, even at that fearful hour, \n\nWhen death shall seize its prey, \nAnd from the place that knows us now, \n\nShall hurry us away, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe vision of that heavenly home \n\nShall cheer the parting soul, \nAnd o\'er it, mounting to the skies, \n\nA tide of rapture roll. \n\n4 In that pure home of tearless joy \n\nEarth\'s parted friends shall meet, \nWith smiles of love that never fade, \n\nAnd blessedness complete : \nThere, there adieus are sounds unknown ; \n\nDeath frowns not on that scene, \nBut life, and glorious beauty, shine, \n\nUntroubled and serene. \n\n1172. L. M. Anon. \nThe better Land. \n\n1 THERE is a land mine eye hath seen, \nIn visions of enraptured thought, \nSo bright that all which spreads between \nIs with its radiant glory fraught; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n618 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n2 A land upon whose blissful shore \n\nThere rests no shadow, falls no stain ; \nThere those who meet shall part no more, \nAnd those long parted meet again. \n\n3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, \n\nWith varying hues of shade and light ; \nIt hath no need of suns to rise, \nTo dissipate the gloom of night. \n\n4 There sweeps no desolating wind \n\nAcross that calm, serene abode ; \nThe wanderer there a home may find, \nWithin the Paradise of God. \n\n1173. C. M. Stennett. \n\nHeaven in Prospect. \n\n1 ON Jordan\'s stormy banks I stand, \n\nAnd cast a wishful eye \nTo Canaan\'s fair and happy land, \nWhere my possessions lie. \n\n2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, \n\nThat rises to my sight ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nSweet fields, arrayed in living green, \nAnd rivers of delight. \n\n3 O\'er all those wide-extended plains \n\nShines one eternal day; \nThere God the Son forever reigns, \nAnd scatters night away. \n\n4 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, \n\nCan reach that healthful shore ; \nSickness and sorrow, pain and death, \nAre felt and feared no more. \n\n5 When shall I reach that happy place, \n\nAnd be forever blest? \nWhen shall 1 see my Father\'s face, \nAnd in his bosom rest ? \n\n6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul \n\nWould here no longer stay ; \nThough Jordan\'s waves should round me roll, \nI\'d fearless launch away. \n\n619 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\nU74t. L. M. Tuck. \n\nThe Dwelling-Place of God. \n\n1 THERE is a region lovelier far \n\nThan sages tell or poets sing, \nBrighter than noonday glories are, \nAnd softer than the tints of spring. \n\n2 It is not fanned by summer\'s gale ; \n\n\'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers ; \nIt never needs the moonbeam pale, \xe2\x80\x94 \nFor there are known no evening hours. \n\n3 No ; for that world is ever bright \n\nWith purest radiance all its own: \nThe streams of uncreated light \nFlow round it from th\' eternal throne. \n\n4 It is all holy and serene, \n\nThe land of glory and repose ; \nNo cloud obscures the radiant scene : \nThere not a tear of sorrow flows. \n\n5 In vain the curious, searching eye \n\nMay seek to view the fair abode, \nOr find it in the starry sky : \n\nIt is the dwelling-place of God, \n\n1175. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Martyrs glorified. \n\n1 " THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! \n\nWhence all their white array? \nHow came they to the happy seats \nOf everlasting day ? " \n\n2 Lo ! these are they from sufferings great \n\nWho came to realms of light, \nAnd in the blood of Christ have washed \nThese robes, which shine so bright. \n\n3 Now with triumphal palms they stand \n\nBefore the throne on high, \nAnd serve the God they love, amidst \nThe glories of the sky. \n\n620 \n\n\n\nHEAVED \n\n4 His presence fills each heart with joy, \n\nTunes every lip to sing ; \nBy day, by night, the sacred courts \nWith glad hosannas ring. \n\n5 Their thirst and hunger ever flee ; \n\nTheir joys forever last ; \nThe fruit of life\'s immortal tree \nShall be their sweet repast. \n\n6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock \n\nWhere living fountains rise ; \nAnd love divine shall wipe away \nThe sorrows of their eyes. \n\n\n\n11 TO* 7s. Montgomery. \n\nThe Redeemed in Heaven. \n\n1 WHO are these in bright array, \n\nThis exulting, happy throng, \nRound the altar night and day, \n\nHymning one triumphant song ? \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, \n\nBlessing, honor, glory, power, \nWisdom, riches, to obtain, \n\nNew dominion every hour." \n\n2 These through fiery trials trod ; \n\nThese from great affliction came ; \nNow, before the throne of God, \n\nSealed with his almighty name : \nClad in raiment pure and white, \n\nVictor-palms in every hand, \nThrough their great Redeemer\'s might, \n\nMore than conquerors they stand. \n\n3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, \n\nOn immortal fruits they feed ; \nThem the Lamb, amidst the throne, \n\nShall to living fountains lead : \nJoy and gladness banish sighs ; \n\nPerfect love dispels all fears; \nAnd forever from their eyes \n\nGod shall wipe away their tears. \n\n621 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1177. 7s. Raffles. \nThe Saints in Glory. \n\n1 HIGH, in yonder realms of light, \n\nDwell the raptured saints above, \nFar beyond our feeble sight, \nHappy in Immanuers love. \n\n2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, \n\nOnce they knew, like us below, \nGloomy doubts, distressing fears, \nTorturing pain, and heavy woe. \n\n3 Happy spirits, ye are fled \n\nWhere no grief can entrance find, \nLulled to rest the aching head, \nSoothed the anguish of the mind. \n\n4 \'Mid the chorus of the skies, \n\n\'Mid th\' angelic lyres above, \nHark ! their songs melodious rise \xe2\x80\x94 \nSongs of praise to Jesus\' love. \n\n1178. C. M. Topladt. \n\nHappiness of the Saints in Glory. \n\n1 HOW happy are the souls above, \n\nFrom sin and sorrow free ! \nWith Jesus they are now at rest, \nAnd all his glory see. \n\n2 u Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry, \n\n" That brought us near to God : " \nIn ceaseless hymns of praise they shout \nThe virtue of his blood. \n\n3 Sweet gratitude inspires their songs, \n\nAmbitious to proclaim, \nBefore the Father\'s awful throne, \nThe honors of the Lamb. \n\n4 With wondering joy their lips recount \n\nTheir fears and dangers past, \nAnd bless the wisdom, power, and love, \nWhich brought them home at last. \n\n5 Lord, let the merit of thy death \n\nTo me, like them, be given ; \nAnd I, like them, will shout thy praise \nThrough all the courts of heaven. \n\n622 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n1179. L. ML Sac. Lyrics. \n\nTlie Redeemed in Heaven. \n\n1 LO ! round the throne, at God\'s right hand, \nThe saints, in countless myriads, stand, \n\nOf every tongue, redeemed to God, \nArrayed in garments washed in blood. \n\n2 Through tribulation great they came ; \nThey bore the cross, despised the shame . \nFrom all their labors now they rest, \n\nIn God\'s eternal glory blest. \n\n3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more ; \nNor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore : \nThe tears are wiped from every eye, \nAnd sorrow yields to endless joy. \n\n4 They see their Saviour face to face, \nAnd sing the triumphs of his grace : \nHim day and night they ceaseless praise; \nTo him their loud hosannas raise. \n\n5 Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain, \nThrough endless years to live and reign ; \nThou hast redeemed us by thy blood, \nAnd made us kings and priests to God. \n\n1180. L. M. Berridge. \n\nPerfect Felicity in Heaven. \n\n1 O, HAPPY saints, who dwell in light, \nAnd walk with Jesus, clothed in white! \nSafe landed on that peaceful shore \nWhere pilgrims meet to part no more. \n\n2 Released from sorrow, toil, and strife, \nAnd welcomed to an endless life, \nTheir souls have now begun to prove \nThe height and depth of Jesus\' love. \n\n3 There, gazing on his beauteous face, \nThey tell the wonders of his grace, \nAnd, while they sing with rapture sweet, \nThey bow, adoring, at his feet. \n\n623 \n\n\n\nDOXOLOGIES. \n\n\n\nDOXOLOGIES. \n\n1. L. M. \n\nPRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ; \nPraise him, all creatures here below ; \nPraise him above, ye heavenly host ; \nPraise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. \n\n2. L. M. \n\nTO God the Father, God the Son, \nAnd God the Spirit, three in one, \nBe honor, praise, and glory, given, \nBy all on earth and all in heaven. \n\n3. C. M. \n\nLET God the Father, and the Son, \n\nAnd Spirit, be adored, \nWhere there are works to make him known. \n\nOr saints to love the Lord. \n\n4L C. M. \n\nTO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, \nOne God, whom we adore, \n\nBe glory as it was, is now, \nAnd shall be evermore. \n\n5. S. M. \n\nYE angels round the throne, \nAnd saints that dwell below, \n\nAdore the Father, love the Son, \nAnd bless the Spirit too. \n\n6. H. M. \n\nTO God the Father\'s throne \n\nYour highest honors raise ; \nGlory to God the Son ; \nTo God the Spirit praise : \nWith all our powers, I Thy name we sing, \nEternal King, While faith adores. \n\n\n\nUOXOLOGIES. \n\n7. 7s. \n\nSING we to our God above \nPraise eternal as his love : \nPraise him, all ye heavenly host \xe2\x80\x94 \nFather, Son, and Holy Ghost. \n\n8. 8s & 7s 6 l. \n\nGLORY be to God the Father, \n\nGlory be to God the Son, \nGlory be to God the Spirit, \n\nEverlasting three in one : \nThee let heaven and earth adore, \nNow, henceforth, and evermore. \n\n9. 8s & 7s. \n\nPRAISE the God of all creation ; \n\nPraise the Father\'s boundless love ; \nPraise the Lamb, our expiation, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nPriest and King, enthroned above ; \nPraise the Fountain of salvation, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHim by whom our spirits live ; \nUndivided adoration \n\nTo the one Jehovah give. \n\nl\'O. 8s, 7s & 4. \n\nGREAT Jehovah, we adore thee, \nGod the Father, God the Son, \n\nGod the Spirit, joined in glory \nOn the same eternal throne : \n\nEndless praises \nTo Jehovah, three in one. \n\n11. L. P. M. \n\nNOW to the great and Sacred Three, \nThe Father, Son, and Spirit, be \n\nEternal praise and glory given, \nThrough all the worlds where God is known, \nBy all the angels near the throne, \n\nAnd all the saints in earth and heaven. \n\n27 625 \n\n\n\nDOXOLOGIES. \n\n13. C. P. M. \n\nTO Father, Son. and Holy Ghost, \nBe praise amid the heavenly host. \n\nAnd in the church below ; \nFrom whom all creatures draw their breath, \nBy whom redemption blest the earth, \n\nFrom whom all comforts flow. \n\n13. 6s & 4s. \n\nTO God\xe2\x80\x94 -the Father, Son, \nAnd Spirit \xe2\x80\x94 three in one \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nAll praise be given : \nCrown him, in every song ; \nTo him your hearts belong : \nLet all his praise prolong, \n\nOn earth \xe2\x80\x94 in heaven. \n\n14. 7s & 6s. \n\nTO thee be praise forever, \n\nTltou glorious King of kings ; \nThy wondrous love and favor \n\nEach ransomed spirit sings : \nWe\'ll celebrate thy glory, \n\nWith all thy saints above? \nAnd shout the joyful story \n\nOf thy redeeming love. \n\n\n\nSUPPLEMENT \n\nTO \n\nTHE PSALMIST. \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPTURES. \n\n1# 8s & 7s. [Peculiar.] JSfEWTON. \n\nPrecious Bible. \n\n1 PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure \n\nDoes the word of God afford ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nAll I want for life or pleasure, \n\nFood and medicine, shield and sword, \nLet the world account me poor ; \nHaving this, I need no more. \n\n2 Food to which the world \'s a stranger \n\nHere my hungry soul enjoys ; \nOf excess there is no danger ; \n\nThough it fills, it never cloys. \nOn a dying Christ I feed ; \nHe is meat and drink indeed. \n\n3 When my faith is faint and sickly, \n\nOr when Satan wounds my mind, \nCordials to revive me quickly, \n\nHealing medicines, here I find ; \nTo the promises I flee ; \nEach affords a remedy. \n\n4 In the hour of dark temptation, \n\nSatan cannot make me yield ; \nFor the word of consolation \n\nIs to me a mighty shield. \nWhile the Scripture truths are sure, \nFrom his malice I\'m secure. \n\n627 \n\n\n\nPROVIDENCE. \n\n5 Vain his threats to overcome me, \n\nWhen I take the Spirit\'s sword ; \nThen with ease I drive him from me ; \n\nSatan trembles at his word : \n\'Tis a sword for conquest made ; \nKeen the edge, and strong the blade. \n\n6 Shall I envy, then, the miser, \n\nDoting on his golden store ? \nSure I am, or should be, wiser ; \n\nI am rich ; \'tis he is poor : \nJesus gives me, in his word, \nFood and medicine, shield and sword. \n\n\n\nPROVIDENCE. \n\n3. 7s. Dr. Ryla.nd \n\nOur Times are in God\'s Hand. \n\n1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, \nEver gracious, ever wise, \n\nAll my times are in thy hand \xe2\x80\x94 \nAll events at thy command. \n\n2 His decree, who formed the earth, \nFixed my first and second birth ; \nParents, native place, and time, \nAll appointed were by him. \n\n3 He that formed me in the womb, \nHe shall guide me to the tomb ; \nAll my times shall ever be \nOrdered by his wise decree. \n\n4 Times of sickness, times of health, \nTimes of penury and wealth, \nTimes of trial and of grief, \nTimes of triumph and relief, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 Times the tempter\'s power to prove, \nTimes to taste a Saviour\'s love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAll must come, and last, and end, \nAs shall please my heavenly Friend. \n\n628 \n\n\n\nPROVIDENCE. \n\n6 Plagues and deaths around me fly ; \nTill he bids, I cannot die ; \n\nNot a single shaft can hit, \nTill the God of love sees fit. \n\n7 O thou gracious, wise, and just. \nIn thy hands my life I trust. \nHave I somewhat dearer still, \n\nI resign it to thy will. \n\n8 May I always own thy hand, \nStill to thee surrendered stand, \nKnow that thou art God alone ; \nI and mine are all thy own. \n\n9 Thee, at all times, will I bless ; \nHaving thee, I all possess. \nHow can I bereaved be, \nSince 1 cannot part with thee ? \n\n3\xc2\xbb L. M. Beddoms. \n\nThe Wisdom of God. \n\n1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker\'s will ; \nTumultuous passions, all be still ; \nNor let a murmuring thought arise ; \nHis ways are just, his counsels wise. \n\n2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, \nPerforms his work, the cause conceals ; \nBut, though his methods are unknown, \nJudgment and truth support his throne. \n\n3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, \nHe executes his firm decrees ; \n\nAnd by his saints it stands confessed, \nThat what he does is ever best. \n\n4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, \nProstrate before his awful seat ; \nAnd, \'midst the terror of his rod, \nTrust in a wise and gracious God. \n\n4L. L. M. Rippon\'s Sel. \n\nProvidence equitable and kind. \n1 THROUGH all the various, passing scene \nOf life\'s mistaken ill or good, \nThy hand, O God, conducts, unseen, \nThe beautiful vicissitude. \n\n629 \n\n\n\nPROVIDENCE. \n\n2 Thou givest, with paternal care, \n\nHowe\'er unjustly we complain, \nTo each their necessary share \n\nOf joy and sorrow, health and pain. \n\n3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or power ? \n\nFix we on this terrestrial ball ? \nWhen most secure, the coming hour, \nIf thou see fit, may blast them all. \n\n4 When lowest sunk with grief and shame, \n\nFilled with affliction\'s bitter cup, \nLost to relations, friends, and fame, \nThy powerful hand can raise us up ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 Thy powerful consolations cheer ; \n\nThy smiles suppress the deep-fetched sigh ; \nThy hand can dry the trickling tear \nThat secret wets the widow\'s eye. \n\n6 All things on earth, and all in heaven, \n\nOn thy eternal will depend ; \nAnd all for greater good were given, \nAnd all shall in thy glory end. \n\n7 This be my care ; to all beside \n\nIndifferent let my wishes be : \n" Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, \nAnd fixed, O God, my soul on thee/\' \n\nS. C. M. Pres. Hymns. \n\nGratitude for Providential Care. \n\n1 O THOU, my light, my life, my joy, \n\nMy glory, and my all, \nUnsent by thee, no good can come, \nNor evil can befall. \n\n2 Such are thy schemes of providence, \n\nAnd methods of thy grace, \n\nThat I may safely trust in thee \n\nThrough all the wilderness. \n\n3 \'Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm \n\nUpholds me. in my way ; \nAnd thy rich bounty well supplies \nThe wants of every day. \n630 \n\n\n\nPROVIDENCE. \n\n4 For such compassions, O my God, \nTen thousand thanks are due ; \nFor such compassions, I esteem \nTen thousand thanks too few. \n\n6. L. M. Meth. Hymns, \n\nTrusting in Providence, \n\n1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power \n\nThrough various depths my soul hath led. \nOr turned aside the fatal hour, \nOr lifted up my sinking head, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 In all my ways thy hand I own, \n\nThy ruling providence I see ; \nAssist me still my course to run, \nAnd still direct my paths to thee, \n\n3 Whither, O whither, should I fly, \n\nBut to my loving Saviour\'s breast ? \nSecure within thine arms to lie, \nAnd safe beneath thy wings to rest. \n\n4 I have no skill the snare to shun, \n\nBut thou, O Christ, my wisdom art ; \nI ever into ruin run, \n\nBut thou art greater than my heart \n\n5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, \n\nLead me a way I have not known ; \nBring me where I my heaven may find \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe heaven of serving thee alone. \n\n7. S. M. J. Wesley. \nCasting all Care on God. \n\n1 COMMIT thou all thy griefs \n\nAnd ways into his hands, \nTo his sure truth and tender care, \nWho earth and heaven commands, \xe2\x80\x94 - \n\n2 Who points the clouds their course, \n\nWhom winds and seas obey ; \nHe shall direct thy wandering feet; \nHe shall prepare thy way. \n\n3 Put thou thy trust in God ; \n\nIn duty\'s path go on ; \nFix on his word thy steadfast eye ; \nSo shall thy work be done. \n\n631 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n4 No profit canst thou gain \n\nBy self -consuming care ; \nTo him commend thy cause ; his ear \nAttends thy softest prayer. \n\n5 Give to the winds thy fears ; \n\nHope, and be undismayed ; \nGod hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; \nGod shall lift up thy head. \n\n6 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, \n\nHe gently clears thy way ; \nWait thou his time ; thy darkest night \nShall end in brightest day. \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n\n\n8. C. M. Medley \n\nThe Incarnation of Christ. \n\n1 MORTALS, awake ; with angels join, \n\nAnd chant the solemn lay ; \nJoy, love, and gratitude, combine \nTo hail th\' auspicious day. \n\n2 In heaven the rapturous song began, \n\nAnd sweet, seraphic fire \nThrough all the shining legions ran, \nAnd strung and tuned the lyre. \n\n3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, \n\nAnd loud the echo rolled : \nThe theme, the song, the joy, was new ; \n\'Twas more than heaven could hold. \n\n4 Down through the portals of the sky \n\nTh\' impetuous torrent ran ; \nAnd angels flew, with eager joy, \nTo bear the news to man. \n\n5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, \n\nAnd glory leads the song ; \nGood-will and peace are heard throughout \nTh\' harmonious, heavenly throng. \n632 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n6 O for a glance of heavenly love, \n\nOur hearts and songs to raise, \nSweetly to bear our souls above, \nAnd mingle with their lays. \n\n7 With joy the chorus we\'ll repeat, \n\n" Glory to God on high ! \nGood- will and peace are now complete ; \nJesus was born to die." \n\n8 Hail, Prince of Life ! forever hail, \n\nRedeemer, Brother, Friend I \nThough earth, and time, and life, should fail, \nThy praise shall never end. \n\n9* 8s \xc2\xab& 7s. Pres. Hymns. \n\nChrist the Friend of Sinners. \n\n1 ONE chere is, above all others, \n\nWell deserves the name of Friend ; \nHis is love beyond a brother\'s, \nCostly, free, and knows no end. \n\n2 Which of all our friends, to save us, \n\nCould or would have shed his blood ? \nBut this Saviour died, to have us \nReconciled in him to God. \n\n3 When he lived on earth, abased, \n\nFriend of Sinners was his name ; \nNow, above all glory raised, \nHe rejoices in the same. \n\n4 O for grace our hearts to soften ! \n\nTeach us, Lord, at length to love ; \nWe, alas ! forget too often \n\nWhat a Friend we have above. \n\n1\xc2\xae. S. M. Watts. \n\nChrist" s Intercession. \n\n1 WELL, the Redeemer \'s gone \n\nT\' appear before our God, \nTo sprinkle o\'er the burning throne \nWith his atoning blood. \n\n2 No fiery vengeance now, \n\nNor burning wrath, comes down ; \nIf justice calls for sinners\' blood, \nThe Saviour shows his own. \n\n27 * 633 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 Before his Father\'s eye \n\nOur humble suit he moves ; \nThe Father lays his thunder by, \nAnd looks, and smiles, and loves. \n\n4 Now may our joyful tongues \n\nOur Maker\'s honor sing ; \nJesus, the Priest, receives our songs, \nAnd bears them to the King. \n\n5 We dow before his face, \n\nAnd sound his glories high : \n" Hosanna to the God of grace, \nWho lays his thunder by. \n\n6 " On earth thy mercy reigns, \n\nAnd triumphs all above ; " \nBut, Lord, how weak are mortal strains \nTo speak immortal love ! \n\n11. L. M. Cexxick. \n\nChrist the Way to Heaven. \n\n1 JESUS, my all to heaven is gone \xe2\x80\x94 \nHe whom I fix my hopes upon ; \n\nHis track I see, and I\'ll pursue \nThe narrow way, till him I view ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 The way the holy prophets went ; \nThe road that leads from banishment ; \nThe king\'s highway of holiness \xe2\x80\x94 \nI\'ll go, for all his paths are peace. \n\n3 This is the way I long have sought, \nAnd mourned because I found it not ; \nMy grief and burden long has been \nBecause I could not cease from sin. \n\n4 The more I strove against its power, \nI sinned and stumbled but the more ; \nTill late I heard my Saviour say, \n\n" Come hither, soul ; I am the way." \n\n5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb. \nShalt take me to thee as I am ; \n\nMy sinful self to thee I give ; \nNothing but love shall I receive, \ne-34 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n\n\nThen will I tell to sinners round \nWhat a dear Saviour I have found ; \nI\'ll point to thy redeeming blood, \nAnd say, " Behold the way to God ! r \n\n\n\nIS. L. M. 6l Grant. \n\nChrist the Hope of the Disconsolate. \n\n1 WHEN gathering storms around I view, \nAnd days are dark and friends are few, \nOn Him I lean, who not in vain \nExperienced every human pain. \n\nHe sees my wants, allays my fears, \nAnd counts and treasures up my tears. \n\n2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray \nFrom heavenly virtue\'s narrow way, \nTo fly the good I would pursue, \n\nOr do the sin I would not do, \n\nStill He who felt temptation\'s power \n\nShall guard me in that dangerous hour. \n\n3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, \nAnd, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, \nYet He, who once vouchsafed to bear \nThe sickening anguish of despair \nShall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, \nThe throbbing heart, the streaming eye. \n\n4 When sorrowing, o\'er some stone I bend, \nWhich covers all that was a friend, \n\nAnd from his voice, his hand, his smile, \nDivides me. for a little while, \nThou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, \nFor thou didst weep o\'er Lazarus dead. \n\n5 And O, when I have safely passed \nThrough every conflict but the last, \nStill, still unchanging, watch beside \nMy painful bed, for thou hast died ; \nThen point to realms of cloudless day, \nAnd wipe the latest tear away. \n\n635 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n13. CM. Newton, \nChrist precious to Believers. \n\n1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds \n\nIn a believer\'s ear ! \nIt soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, \nAnd drives away his fear. \n\n2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, \n\nAnd calms the troubled breast ; \n\'Tis manna to the hungry soul, \nAnd to the weary rest. \xe2\x96\xa0 \n\n3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, \n\nMy shield and hiding-place, \nMy never-failing treasury, filled \nWith boundless stores of grace. \n\n4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, \n\nAlthough with sin defiled ; \nSatan accuses me in vain, \nAnd I am owned a child. \n\n5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, \n\nMy Prophet, Priest, and King, \nMy Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, \nAccept the praise I bring. \n\n6 Weak is the effort of my heart, \n\nAnd cold my warmest thought ; \nBut when I see thee as thou art, \nI\'ll praise thee as I ought. \n\n7 Till then, I would thy love proclaim \n\nWith every fleeting breath ; \nAnd may the music of thy name \nRefresh my soul in death. \n\n14. C. M. Doddridge \nChrist worthy to be loved. \n\n1 DO not I love thee, O my Lord ? \n\nBehold my heart, and see ; \nAnd turn each cursed idol out \nThat dares to rival thee. \n\n2 Do not I love thee from my soul ? \n\nThen let me nothing love ; \nDead be my heart to every joy, \nWhen Jesus cannot move. \n636 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 Is not thy name melodious still \n\nTo mine attentive ear ? \nDoth not each pulse with pleasure bound \nMy Saviour\'s voice to hear ? \n\n4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock \n\nI would disdain to feed ? \nHast thou a foe before whose face \nI fear thy cause to plead ? \n\n5 Would not my ardent spirit vie \n\nWith angels round the throne, \nTo execute thy sacred will, \nAnd make thy glory known ? \n\n6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood \n\nIn honor of thy name, \nAnd challenge the cold hand of death \nTo damp th\' immortal flame ? \n\n7 Thou know\'st I love thee, dearest Lord ; \n\nBut O, I long to soar \nFar from the sphere of mortal joys, \nAnd learn to love thee more. \n\n!!!\xe2\x80\xa2 7s & 6s. Newton. \n\nChrist the great Physician. \n\n1 HOW lost was my condition, \n\nTill J esus made me whole ! \nThere is but one physician \n\nCan cure a sin-sick soul. \nNext door to death he found me, \n\nAnd snatched me from the grave, \nTo tell to all around me \n\nHis wondrous power to save. \n\n2 The worst of all diseases \n\nIs light, compared with sin ; \nOn every part it seizes, \n\nBut rages most within ; \n\'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, \n\nAnd madness, all combined : \nAnd none but a believer \n\nThe least relief can find. \n\n637 \n\n\n\nCHRIST. \n\n3 From men great skill professing, \n\nI thought a cure to gain ; \nBut this proved more distressing, \n\nAnd added to my pain ; \nSome said that nothing ailed me, \n\nSome gave me up for lost ; \nThus every refuge failed me, \n\nAnd all my hopes were crossed, \n\n4 At length, this great Physician \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHow matchless is his grace 1 \xe2\x80\x94 \nAccepted my petition, \n\nAnd undertook my case ; \nFirst gave me sight to view him, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nFor sin my eyes had sealed, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThen bade me look unto him : \n\nI looked, and I was healed. \n\n5 A dying, risen Jesus, \n\nSeen by the eye of faith, \nAt once from danger frees us, \n\nAnd saves the soul from death. \nCome, then, to this Physician ; \n\nHis help he\'ll freely give , \nHe makes no hard condition ; \n\n\'Tis only, Look and live. \n\n1\xc2\xa9. 7 s. Toplady. \n\nChrist the Source of Happiness. \n\n1 OBJECT of my first desire, \n\nJesus, crucified for me, \nI to happiness aspire \n\nOnly to be found in thee. \nThee to praise, and thee to know, \nConstitute our bliss below ; \nThee to see, and thee to love, \nConstitute our bliss above. \n\n2 Lord, it is not life to live, \n\nIf thy presence thou deny ; \nLord, if thou thy presence give, \n\n\'Tis no longer death to die ; \nSource and Giver of repose, \nSingly from thy smile it flows ; \nPeace and happiness are thine ; \nMine they are, if thou art mine. \n\n638 \n\n\n\nAWAKENING. \n\n3 Whilst I see thy Jove to me, \nEvery object teems with joy ; \nHere, O, may I walk with thee. \n\nThen into thy presence hie. \nLet me but thyself possess, \nTotal sum of happiness, \nReal bliss. I then shall prove, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHeaven below, and heaven above. \n\n17\xc2\xab 7s. Spir. Songs* \n\nFulness of Christ. \n\n1 BLEEDING hearts, defiled by sin, \nJesus Christ can make you clean ; \nContrite souls, with guilt oppressed, \nJesus Christ can give you rest. \n\n2 You that mourn your follies past, \nPrecious hours and years laid waste, \nTurn to God, O, turn and live ; \nJesus Christ can still forgive. \n\n3 You that oft have wandered far \nFrom the light of Bethlehem\'s star, \nTrembling, now your steps retrace ; \nJesus Christ is full of grace. \n\n4 Souls benighted and forlorn, \nGrieved, afflicted, tempest-worn, \nNow in Israel\'s Rock confide ; \nJesus Christ for man has died. \n\n5 Fainting souls, in peril\'s hour, \nYield not to the tempter\'s power ; \nOn the risen Lord rely ; \n\nJesus Christ now reigns on high. \n\n\n\nAWAKENING. \n\n18. L. M. Hyde. \n\nMy Spirit shall not always strive. \n1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within \nOft whispered to thy secret soul, \nUrged thee to leave the ways of sin, \nAnd yield thy heart to God\'s control ? \n\n639 \n\n\n\nAWAKENING. \n\n2 Hath something met thee in the path \n\nOf worldliness and vanity, \nAnd pointed to the coming wrath, \n\nAnd warned thee from that wrath to flee ? \n\n3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice ; \n\nIt was the Spirit\'s gracious call ; \nIt bade thee make the better choice, \nAnd haste to seek in Christ thine alL \n\n4 Spurn not the call to life and light; \n\nRegard in time the warning kind ; \nThat call thou mayst not always slight, \nAnd yet the gate of mercy find. \n\n5 God\'s Spirit shall not always strive \n\nWith hardened, self- destroying man ; \nYe who persist his love to grieve \nMay never hear his voice again. \n\n\n\n19. C. P. M. Wesley. \n\nAnxious Desires. \n\n1 THOU God of glorious majesty, \nTo thee, against myself, to thee, \n\nA sinful worm, I cry ; \nA half-awakened child of man, \nAn heir of endless bliss or pain, \n\nA sinner born to die. \n\n2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, \n\'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand , \n\nYet how insensible ! \nA point of time, a moment\'s space, \nRemoves me to that heavenly place, \n\nOr shuts me up in hell. \n\n3 O God, my inmost soul convert, \nAnd deeply on my thoughtful heart \n\nEternal things impress ; \nGive me to feel their solemn weight, \nAnd save me ere it be too late ; \n\nWake me to righteousness. \n\n640 \n\n\n\nAWAKENING. \n\n30. C. P. M. Occum. \n\nThe awakened Sinner. \n\n1 AWAKED by Sinai\'s awful sound, \nMy soul m guilt and thrall I found, \n\nAnd knew not where to go. \nO\'erwhelmed in sin, with anguish slain, \nThe sinner must be born again, \n\nOr sink in endless woe. \n\n2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell \nWhich way to shun the gates of hell, \n\nFor death and hell drew near ; \nI strove, indeed, but strove in vain; \n" The sinner must.be born again " \n\nStill sounded in my ear. \n\n3 When to the law I trembling fled, \nIt poured its curses on my head ; \n\nI no relief could find. \nThis fearful truth increased my pain ; \n" The sinner must be born again " \n\nO\'erwhelmed my tortured mind. \n\n4 Again did Sinai\'s thunder roll, \nAnd guilt lay heavy on my soul, \n\nA vast, unwieldy load. \nAlas ! I read, and saw it plain, \n" The sinner must be born again, \n\nOr drink the wrath of God." \n\n5 The saints I heard with rapture tell \nHow Jesus conquered death and hell, \n\nAnd broke the fowler\'s snare ; \nYet, when I found this truth remain, \n" The sinner must be born again," \n\nI sunk in deep despair. \n\n6 But while I thus in anguish lay, \nJesus of Naz\'reth passed that way, \n\nAnd felt his pity move. \nThe sinner, by his justice slain, \nNow by his grace is born again, \n\nAnd sings redeeming love. \n\n641 \n\n\n\nAWAKENING. \n\n7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew ; \nThe angels tuned their harps anew, \n\nAnd loftier notes did raise : \n" All hail the Lamb that once was slain ! \nUnnumbered millions, born again, \n\nShall sing thine endless praise." \n\n31. L. M. Steele. \n\nEternity. \n\n1 ETERNITY is just at hand ! \nAnd shall I waste my ebbing sand, \nAnd careless view departing day, \nAnd throw my inch of time away ? \n\n2 Eternity ! \xe2\x80\x94 tremendous sound ! \nTo guilty souls a dreadful wound ; \nBut, O, if Christ and heaven be mine, \nHow sweet the accents ! how divine ! \n\n3 Be this my chief, my only care, \n\nMy high pursuit, my ardent prayer \xe2\x80\x94 \nAn interest in the Saviour\'s blood, \nMy pardon sealed, my peace with God. \n\n4 Search, Lord, O, search my inmost heart, \nAnd light, and hope, and joy impart: \nFrom guilt and error set me free, \n\nAnd guide me safe to heaven and thee. \n\n33. 12s & 8s. S. F. Smith. \n\nTlie Harvest is past \n\n1 WHEN the harvest is past and the summer is gone, \n\nAnd sermons and prayers shall be o\'er ; \nWhen the beams cease to break of the blest Sabbath morn ? \n\nAnd Jesus invites thee no more ; \nWhen the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, \n\nThe gospel no message declare, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailings of woe, \n\nHow suffer the night of despair? \n\n2 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, \n\nTo dwell in the mansions above ; \nWhen their harmony wakes, in the fulness of bliss, \n\nTheir song to the Saviour they love, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSay, O sinner, that livest at rest and secure, \n\nWho fearest no trouble to come, \nCan thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, \n\nOr bear the impenitent\'s doom ? \n642 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS. \n\nINVITATIONS. \n\n33. S. M. Doddridge. \n\nCommunion with God and Christ. \n\n1 OUR heavenly Father calls, \n\nAnd Christ invites us near ; \nWith both our friendship shall be sweet, \nAnd our communion dear. \n\n2 God pities all our griefs ; \n\nHe pardons every day ; \nAlmighty to protect our souls, \nAnd wise to guide our way. \n\n3 How large his bounties are ! \n\nWhat various stores of good, \nDiffused from our Redeemer\'s hand, \nAnd purchased with his blood ! \n\n4 Jesus, our living Head, \n\nWe bless thy faithful care \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur Advocate before the throne, \nAnd our Forerunner there. \n\n5 Here fix, my roving heart ! \n\nHere wait, my warmest love ! \nTill the communion be complete \nIn nobler scenes above. \n\nS4. H. M. Bodes. \n\nYet there is Room. \n\n1 YE dying sons of men, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nImmerged in sin and woe, \nThe gospel\'s voice attend, \n\nWhile Jesus sends to you : \nYe perishing and guilty, come ; \nIn Jesus\' arms there yet is room. \n\n2 No longer now delay, \n\nNor vain excuses frame : \nHe bids you come to-day, \n\nThough poor, and blind, and lame : \nAll things are ready ; sinners, come ; \nFor every trembling soul there\'s room. \n\n643 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS, \n\n3 Believe the heavenly word \n\nHis messengers proclaim ; \nHe is a gracious Lord, \n\nAnd faithful is his name. \nBacksliding souls, return and come ; \nCast off despair ; there yet is room. \n\n4 Compelled by bleeding love, \n\nYe wandering sheep, draw near ; \nChrist calls you from above ; \n\nHis charming accents hear : \nLet whosoever will now come : \nIn mercy\'s breast there still is room. \n\n25. 8s, 7s & 4. va. Sel. \n\nInvitation and Prayer. \n\n1 COME, ye sinners, come to Jesus ; \n\nThink upon your gracious Lord ; \nHe has pitied your condition ; \nHe has sent his gospel word : \n\nMercy calls you ; \nMercy flows in Jesus\' blood. \n\n2 Dearest Saviour, help thy servant \n\nTo proclaim thy wondrous love ; \nPour thy grace upon this people, \nThat thy truth they may approve : \n\nBless, O bless them, \nFrom thy shining courts above. \n\n3 Now thy gracious word invites them \n\nTo partake the gospel feast ; \n\nLet thy Spirit sweetly draw them, \n\nEvery soul be Jesus 1 guest: \n\nO, receive us ! \nLet us find thy promised rest \n\n28. 7s & 6s. [Peculiar.] NEWTON. \n\nInvitation. \n1 SINNER, hear the Saviour\'s call ; \nHe now is passing by ; \nHe has seen thy grievous thrall, \nAnd heard thy mournful cry ; \nHe has pardons to impart, \n\nGrace to save thee from thy fears ; \nSee the love that fills his heart, \nAnd wipes away thy tears. \n\n644 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS. \n\n2 Why art thou afraid to come, \n\nAnd tell him all thy case ? \nHe will not pronounce thy doom, \n\nNor frown thee from his face : \nWilt thou fear Immanuel ? \n\nWilt thou dread the Lamb of God, \nWho, to save thy soul from hell, \n\nHas shed his precious blood ? \n\n3 Think how on the cross he hung, \n\nPierced with a thousand wounds ! \nHark ! from each, as with a tongue, \n\nThe voice of pardon sounds ! \nSee from all his bursting veins \n\nBlood of wondrous virtue flow ! \nShed to wash away thy stains, \n\nAnd ransom thee from woe. \n\n4 Though his majesty be great, \n\nHis mercy is no less ; \nThough he thy transgressions hate, \n\nHe feels for thy distress : \nBy himself the Lord has sworn, \n\nHe delights not in thy death, \nBut invites thee to return, \n\nThat thou may est live by faith. \n\n5 Raise thy downcast eyes, and see \n\nWhat throngs his throne surround ! \nThese, though sinners once, like thee, \n\nHave full salvation found : \nYield not then to unbelief, \n\nWhile he says, " There yet is room ; " \nThough of sinners thou art chief, \n\nSince Jesus calls thee, come. \n\nS7. 7s. Pres. Sel, \n\nInvitation accepted, \n\n1 AM I called ? and can it be ! \nHas my Saviour chosen me ? \nGuilty, wretched, as I am, \nHas he named my worthless name ? \nVilest of the vile am I ; \nDare I raise my hopes so high? \n645 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS. \n\n2 Am I called ? I dare not stay, \nMay not, must not, disobey : \nHere I lay me at thy feet, \nClinging to the mercy-seat ; \nThine I am, and thine alone ; \nLord, with me thy will be done. \n\n3 Am I called ? What shall I bring, \nAs an offering to my King ? \nPoor, and blind, and naked, I \nTrembling at thy footstool lie : \nNought but sin I call my own ; \nNor for sin can sin atone. \n\n4 Am I called ? \xe2\x80\x94 an heir of God ! \nWashed, redeemed, by precious blood ! \nFather, lead me in thy hand, \n\nGuide me to that better land, \nWhere my soul shall be at rest, \nPillowed on my Saviour\'s breast \n\nS8* 12s. Thorjsbt, \n\nFree Grace. \ni THE voice of free grace, cries, Escape to the mountain ; \nFor Adam\'s lost race Christ has opened a fountain : \nFor sin and uncleanness, for every transgression, \nHis blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. \nHallelujah to the Lamb ! he hath purchased our pardon ; \nWe\'ll praise hbn again vshen we pass over Jordan, \n\n2 Ye souls that are wounded, O, flee to the Saviour I \nHe calls you in mercy ; \'tis infinite favor : \n\nYour sins are increasing ; escape to the mountain ; \nHis blood can remove them, which flows from the fountain. \nHallelujah to the Lamb, fyc \n\n3 O Jesus, ride on, triumphantly glorious ; \n\nO\'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious \nThy name is the theme of the great congregation, \nWhile angels and men raise the shout of salvation \xe2\x80\x94 \nHallelujah to the Lamb, 8?c. \n\n58\xc2\xae. lis & 10s. [Peculiar.] A. BROADDUS, \n\nThe wandering Sinner invited to return. \n1 RESTLESS thy spirit, poor wandering sinner, \nRestless and roving : O, come to thy home I \nReturn to the arms, to the bosom, of mercy : \nThe Saviour of sinners invites thee to come. \n\n&48 \n\n\n\nINVITATIONS. \n\n2 Darkness surrounds thee, and tempests are rising, \n\nFearful and dangerous the path thou hast trod ; \nBut mercy shines forth in the rainbow of promise, \nTo welcome the wanderer home to his God. \n\n3 Peace to the storm in thy soul shall be spoken, \n\nGuilt from thy bosom be banished away ; \nAnd heaven\'s sweet breezes, o\'er death\'s rolling billows, \nShall waft thee at last to the regions of day. \n\n4 But, O, if regardless of God\'s gracious warning, \n\nAfar from his favor your soul must remove ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nMay you never hear, never feel, the dread sentence, \nBut live to his glory, and die in his love. \n\n3@. 7s. Dover Sel\xc2\xab \n\nConverti?ig Grace, \n\n1 SAVED by grace, I live to tell \n\nWhat the love of Christ has done ; \nHe redeemed my soul from hell ; \n\nOf a rebel made a son : \nO, T tremble still to think \n\nHow secure I lived m sin, \nSporting on destruction\'s brink, \n\nYet preserved from falling in. \n\n2 In a kind, propitious hour, \n\nTo my heart the Saviour spoke ; \nTouched me by his Spirit\'s power, \n\nAnd my dangerous slumber broke : \nThen I saw and owned my guilt ; \n\nSoon my gracious Lord replied, \n" Fear not ; I my blood have spilt ; \n\n\'Twas for such as thee I died." \n\n3 Shame and wonder, joy and love, \n\nAll at once possessed my heart : \xe2\x80\x94 \nCan I hope thy grace to prove, \n\nAfter acting such a part ? \n" Thou hast greatly sinned," he said, \n\n" But I freely all forgive : \nI myself thy debt have paid ; \n\nNow I bid thee rise and live." \n647 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\nCome, my fellow sinners, try, \n\nJesus\' heart is full of love ; \nO that you, as well as I, \n\nMay his wondrous mercy prove ! \nHe has sent me to declare \n\nAll is ready, all is free. \nWhy should any soul despair, \n\nWhen he saved a wretch like me ? \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH, \n\nSI. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. \n\nThe converted Thief. \n\n1 AS on the cross the Saviour hung, \n\nAnd wept, and bled, and died, \nHe poured salvation on a wretch \nThat languished at his side. \n\n2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, \n\nThe penitent confessed, \nThen turned his dying eyes to Christ, \nAnd thus his prayer addressed : \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 " Jesus, thou Son and Heir of heaven ! \n\nThou spotless Lamb of God ! \nI see thee bathed in sweat and tears, \nAnd weltering in thy blood. \n\n4 " Yet quickly, from these scenes of woe, \n\nIn triumph thou shalt rise, \nBurst through the gloomy shades of death, \nAnd shine above the skies. \n\n5 " Amid the glories of that world, \n\nDear Saviour, think on me, \nAnd in the victories of thy death, \nLet me a sharer be." \n\n648 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITK. \n\n6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, \nAnd instantly replies, \n" To-day thy \'parting soul shall be \nWith me in Paradise." \n\n\n\n32. C M. COWPER. \n\nThe contrite Heart \n\n1 THE Lord will happiness divine \n\nOn contrite hearts bestow ; \nThen tell me, gracious God, is mine \nA contrite heart, or no ? \n\n2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, \n\nInsensible as steel ; \nIf aught is felt, \'tis only pain \nTo find I cannot feel. \n\n3 I sometimes think myself inclined \n\nTo love thee if I could : \n\nBut often feel another mind, \n\nAverse to all that\'s good. \n\n4 My best desires are faint and few ; \n\nI fain would strive for more ; \nBut, when I cry, " My strength renew," \nSeem weaker than before. \n\n5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, \n\nAnd love thy house of prayer ; \nI sometimes go where others go, \nBut find no comfort there. \n\n6 O, make this heart rejoice or ache ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nDecide this doubt for me ; \nAnd, if it be not broken, break ; \nAnd heal it, if it be. \n\n33. L. M. Wesley. \n\nThe Burden of Sin. \n\n1 O THAT my load of sin were gone ! \nO that I could at last submit, \nAt Jesus\' feet to lay it down, \nTo lay my soul at Jesus\' feet ! \n\n28 649 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Rest for my soul 1 long to find ; \n\nSaviour, if mine indeed thou art, \nGive me thy meek and lowly mind, \nAnd stamp thine image on my heart \n\n3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, \n\nThy light and easy burden prove ; \nThe cross, all stained with hallowed blood, \nThe labor of thy dying love. \n\n4 I would ; but thou must give the power ; \n\nMy heart from every sin release j \nBring near, bring near the joyful hour, \nAnd fill my soul with heavenly peace. \n\n5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer. \n\nNor let thy chariot wheels delay ; \nAppear, in my poor heart appear ; \nMy God, my Saviour, come away. \n\n34. C M, Ase*. \n\nLord, remember me. \n\n1 JESUS, thou art the sinner\'s Friend, \n\nAs such I look to thee ; \nNow, in the bowels of thy love, \n\nLord, remember me ! \n\n2 Remember thy pure word of grace ; \n\nRemember Calvary ; \nRemember all thy dying groans ; \nAnd then remember me. \n\n3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, \n\n1 yield myself to thee ; \n\nWhile thou art sitting on thy throne, \nO Lord, remember me, \n\n4 I own Fin guilty, own I\'m vile, \n\nBut thy salvation\'s free ; \nThen in thy all-abounding grace, \nO Lord, remember me. \n\n5 Howe\'er forsaken or distressed, \n\nHowe\'er oppressed I be, \nHowe\'er afflicted here on earth, \nDo thou remember me. \n650 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH, \n\n6 And when 1 close my eyes in death, \nAnd creature-helps all flee, \nThen, my great Redeemer God, \nI pray, remember me ! \n\n3t>. S. M. Wesley, \n\nThe Soul given up to Christ \n\n1 AND can I yet delay \n\nMy little all to give ? \nTo tear my soul from earth away, \nAnd Jesus to receive ? \n\n2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ! \n\nI can hold out no more : \nI sink, by dying love compelled, \nAnd own thee Conqueror. \n\n3 Though late, I all forsake ; \n\nMy friends, my all, resign. \nGracious Redeemer, take, O take, \nAnd seal me ever thine. \n\n4 Come, and possess me whole, \n\nNor hence again remove ; \nSettle and fix my wavering soul \nWith all thy weight of love. \n\n5 My one desire be this, \n\nThy only love to know ; \nFreely to yield all other bliss, \nAll other good, below. \n\n6 My life, my portion, thou, \n\nThou all-sufficient art ; \nMy hope, my heavenly treasure, now \nEnter and keep my heart \n\n3\xc2\xa9. C. M. Newton. \n\nThe Prodigal Son. \n\n1 AFFLICTIONS, though they seem severe, \nIn mercy oft are sent ; \nThey stopped the prodigal\'s career, \nAnd forced him to repent. \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Although he no relenting felt \n\nTill he had spent his store, \nHis stubborn heart began to melt, \nWhen famine pinched him sore. \n\n3 " What have I gained by sin," he said, \n\nu But hunger, shame, and fear ? \nMy father\'s house abounds with bread, \nWhile I am starving here. \n\n4 " I\'ll go and tell him all I\'ve done, \n\nAnd fall before his face ; \nUnworthy to be called his son, \nI\'ll seek a servant\'s place."" \n\n5 His father saw him coming back ; \n\nHe saw, and ran, and smiled. \nAnd threw his arms around the neck, \nOf his rebellious child. \n\n6 " Father, I\'ve sinned ; but, O, forgive ! \' \n\n" Enough ! " the father said ; \n" Rejoice, my house ; my son\'s alive, \nFor whom I mourned as dead. \n\n7 " Now let the fatted calf be slain, \n\nAnd spread the news around ; \n\nMy son was dead, but lives again, \n\nWas lost, but now is found." \n\n8 \'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, \n\nTo call poor sinners home ; \nMore than a father\'s love he feels, \nAnd welcomes all that come. \n\n37. L. M. Kelly \n\nConverting Grace. \n\n1 I HEAR a voice that comes from far ; \n\nFrom Calvary it sounds abroad ; \nIt soothes my spirit, calms my fear ; \nIt speaks of pardon bought with blood. \n\n2 And is it true that many fly \n\nThe sound that bids my soul rejoice, \nAnd rather choose in sin to die, \nThan turn an ear to mercy\'s voice ? \n\n652 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n3 Alas for those ! \xe2\x80\x94 the day is near \n\nWhen mercy will be heard no more ; \nThen may they ask in vain to hear \nThe voice they would not hear before. \n\n4 With such, I own, I once appeared ; \n\nBut now I know how great their loss ; \nFor sweeter sounds were never heard \nThan mercy utters from the cross. \n\n5 But let me not forget to own \n\nThat, if I differ aught from those, \n\'Tis due to sovereign grace alone, \nThat conquers oft its proudest foes. \n\n38. L. M. Doddridge. \nHardness of Heart lamented. \n\n1 LORD, shed a beam of heavenly day \nTo melt this stubborn stone away ; \nNow thaw, with rays of love divine, \nThis heart, this frozen heart, of mine. \n\n2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake ; \nThe seas can roar ; the mountains shake ; \nOf feeling all things show some sign, \nBut this unfeeling heart of mine. \n\n3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, \nWhat but an adamant would melt ? \nGoodness and wrath in vain combine \nTo move this stupid heart of mine. \n\n4 But One can yet perform the deed ; \nThat One in all his grace I need ; \nThy Spirit can from dross refine \nAnd melt this stubborn heart of mine. \n\n5 O, Breath of Life, breathe on my soul ! \nOn me let streams of mercy roll ; \nNow thaw, with rays of love divine, \nThis heart, this frozen heart, of mine. \n\n39. C. M. Watts. \nRepentance at the Cross. \n\n1 \'TWAS for my sins, my dearest Lord \nHung on the cursed tree, \nAnd groaned away a dying life, \nFor thee, my soul, for thee. \n653 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 O, how I hate those lusts of mine \n\nThat crucified my God \xe2\x80\x94 \nThose sins, that pierced and nailed his flesh \nFast to the fatal wood ! \n\n3 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die ; \n\nMy heart has so decreed ; \nNor will I spare the guilty things \nThat made my Saviour bleed. \n\n4 Whilst with a bleeding, broken heart, \n\nMy murdered Lord I view, \n\nI raise revenge against my sins, \n\nAnd slay the murderers too. \n\n4:0. 7s. Stir. Songs. \n\nDeep Contrition. \n\n1 JESUS, save my dying soul ; \nMake the broken spirit whole ; \nHumble in the dust I lie ; \nSaviour, leave me not to die. \n\n2 Jesus, full of every grace, \nNow reveal thy smiling face ; \nGrant the joys of sin forgiven, \nForetaste of the bliss of heaven. \n\n3 All my guilt to thee is known ; \nThou art righteous, thou alone. \nAll my help is from thy cross ; \nAll beside I count but loss. \n\n4 Lord, in thee I now believe ; \nWilt thou, wilt thou not forgive ? \nHelpless at thy feet I lie ; \nSaviour, leave me not to die. \n\n41\xc2\xbb L. M. Doddridge. \n\nStruggle between Faith and Unbelief. \n\n1 JESUS, our souls\' delightful choice, \nIn thee believing, we rejoice ; \nYet still our joy is mixed with grief, \nWhile Faith contends with Unbelief. \n\n654 \n\n\n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH. \n\n2 Thy promises our hearts revive, \nAnd keep our fainting hopes alive ; \nEut guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise, \nAnd hide the promise from our eyes. \n\n3 O, let not sin and Satan boast, \nWhile saints lie mourning in the dust, \nNor see that Faith to ruin brought, \nWhich thy own gracious hand hath wrought \n\n4 Do thou the dying spark inflame ; \nReveal the glories of thy name, \nAnd put all anxious doubt to flight, \nAs shades dispersed by opening light. \n\n\n\n4LSS. 8S. TOPLADY. \n\nFaith fainting. \n\n1 ENCOMPASSED with clouds of distress, \n\nJust ready all hope to resign, \nI pant for the light of thy face, \n\nAnd fear it will never be mine : \nDisheartened with waiting so long, \n\nI sink at thy feet with my load ; \nAll plaintive I pour out my song, \n\nAnd stretch forth my hands unto God. \n\n2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease ; \n\nThe blood of atonement apply ; \nAnd lead me to Jesus for peace, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThe Rock that is higher than I : \nSpeak, Saviour ! for sweet is thy voice ; \n\nThy presence is fair to behold ; \nAttend to my sorrows and cries \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nMy groanings that cannot be told. \n\n3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, \n\nMy hold of thy promise to keep, \nThe billows more fiercely return, \n\nAnd plunge me again in the deep : \nWhile harassed and cast from thy sight, \n\nThe tempter suggests, with a roar, \n" The Lord has forsaken thee quite ; \n\nThy God will be gracious no more." \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\nYet, Lord, if thy love hath designed \n\nNo covenant blessing for me, \nAh, tell me, how is it I find \n\nSome pleasure in waiting for thee ? \nAlmighty to rescue thou art ; \n\nThy grace is my shield and my tower : \nCome, succor and gladden my heart ; \n\nLet this be the day of thy power. \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n43. L. M. Newton, \n\nPrayer answered by Crosses. \n\n1 I ASKED the Lord that I might grow \n\nIn faith, and love, and every grace, \nMight more of his salvation know, \nAnd seek more earnestly his face \n\n2 \'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, \n\nAnd he, I trust, has answered prayer ; \nBut it has been in such a way \nAs almost drove me to despair. \n\n3 I hoped that in some favored hour, \n\nAt once he\'d answer my request, \n\nAnd by his love\'s constraining power \n\nSubdue my sins and give me rest \n\n4 Instead of this, he made me feel \n\nThe hidden evils of my heart, \n\nAnd let the angry powers of hell \n\nAssault my soul in every part. \n\n5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seemed \n\nIntent to aggravate my woe ; \nCrossed all the fair designs I schemed, \nBlasted my gourds, and laid me low. \n\n6 " Lord, why is this ?" I trembling cried : \n\n" Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ? " \n" \'Tis in this way," the Lord replied, \n" I answer prayer for grace and faith. \n656 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n" These inward trials I employ, \n\nFrom self and pride to set thee free, \n\nAnd break thy schemes of earthly joy, \nThat thou mayst seek thy all in me. 7 \' \n\n\n\n44 7s. Rippon\'s Sel* \n\nLonging for an Interest in the Redeemer, \n\n1 GRACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear. \nMy requests vouchsafe to hear ; \nHear my never-ceasing cry ; \n\nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n2 Wealth and honor I disdain ; \nEarthly comforts, Lord, are vain ; \nThese can never satisfy ; \n\nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n3 Lord, deny me what thou wilt, \nOnly ease me of my guilt : \nSuppliant at thy feet I lie, \nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n4 All unholy and unclean, \n\nI am nothing else but sin : \n\nOn thy mercy I rely ; \n\nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n5 Thou dost freely save the lost ; \nIn thy grace alone I trust : \nWith my earnest suit comply ; \nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n6 Thou dost promise to forgive \nAll who in thy Son believe : \nLord, I know thou canst not lie ; \nGive me Christ, or else I die. \n\n7 Father, dost thou seem to frown ? \nLet me shelter in thy Son ! \nJesus, to thine arms I fly ; \nCome and save me, or I die. \n\n28 * 657 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n4:5. 6, 8, 4. Oliver \n\nThe Covenant of God. \n\n1 THE God of Abram praise, \n\nWho reigns enthroned above ; \nAncient of everlasting days. \nAnd God of love ! \nJehovah, great I am, \nBy earth and heaven confessed, \nI bow, and bless the sacred name, \nForever blessed. \n\n2 The God of Abram praise, \n\nAt whose supreme command, \nFrom earth I rise, and seek the joys \nAt his right hand : \nI\'d all on earth forsake, \nIts wisdom, fame, and power, \nAnd him my only portion make, \nMy shield and tower. \n\n3 The God of Abram praise, \n\nWhose all-sufficient grace \nShall guide me, all my happy days, \nIn all his ways : \nHe calls a worm his friend ; \nHe calls himself my God ; \nAnd he shall save me to the end, \nThrough Jesus\' blood. \n\n4 He by himself hath sworn ; \n\nI on his oath depend ; \nI shall 5 on eagles\' wings upborne, \nTo heaven ascend: \nI shall behold his face, \nI shall his power adore, \nAnd sing the wonders of his grace \nForevermore. \n\n<4@. L. M. Cowper. \n\nExhortation to Prayer. \n1 WHAT various hindrances we meet \nIn coming to a mercy-seat ! \nYet who, that knows the worth of prayer, \nBut wishes to be often there ? \n\n658 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw j \nPrayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, \nGives exercise to faith and love, \n\nBrings every blessing from above. \n\n3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; \nPrayer makes the Christian\'s armor bright ; \nAnd Satan trembles, when he sees \n\nThe weakest saint upon his knees. \n\n4 Have you no words ? Ah, think again ; \nWords flow apace when you complain, \nAnd fill your fellow-creature\'s ear \nWith the sad tale of all your care. \n\n5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent \nTo Heaven in supplication sent, \n\nYour cheerful songs would oftener be, \n" Hear what the Lord has done for me ! " \n\n47. L. M. Medley. \n\nThe loving Kindness of the Lord. \n\n1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, \nAnd sing thy great Redeemer\'s praise ; \nHe justly claims a song from me : \n\nHis loving kindness, O, how free ! \n\n2 He saw me ruined by the fall, \nYet loved me notwithstanding all ; \nHe saved me from my lost estate : \nHis loving kindness, O, how great ! \n\n3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, \nThough earth and hell my way oppose, \nHe safely leads my soul along, \n\nHis loving kindness, O, how strong ! \n\n4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, \nHas gathered thick and thundered loud, \nHe near my soul has always stood : \nHis loving kindness, O, how good ! \n\n5 Often I feel my sinful heart \nProne from my Jesus to depart, \nBut though I have him oft forgot, \nHis loving kindness changes not. \n\n659 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, \nSoon all my mortal powers must fail ; \nO, may my last, expiring breath \n\nHis loving kindness sing in death. \n\n7 Then let me mount and soar away \nTo the bright world of endless day, \nAnd sing, with rapture and surprise, \nHis loving kindness in the skies. \n\n\n\n4:8. 7S. CeNNICK. \n\nRejoicing in Hope. \n\n1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, \nAs ye journey, sweetly sing ; \n\nSing your Saviour\'s worthy praise, \nGlorious in his works and ways. \n\n2 Ye are travelling home to God, \nIn the way the fathers trod ; \nThey are happy now, and ye \nSoon their happiness shall see. \n\n3 O ye banished seed, be glad ! \nChrist our Advocate is made, \nUs to save our flesh assumes, \nBrother to our souls becomes. \n\n4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; \nYou on Jesus\' throne shall rest ; \nThere your seat is now prepared, \nThere your kingdom and reward. \n\n5 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand \nOn the borders of your land ; \nChrist, your Father\'s darling Son, \nBids you undismayed go on. \n\n6 Lord, submissive make us go, \nGladly leaving all below ; \nOnly thou our Leader be, \nAnd we still will follow thee. \n\n660 \n\n\n\nPEAYER AND PKAISE. \n\n40s L. M. Stennett. \n\nPraise to God for renewing Grace. \n\n1 TO God, my Saviour and my King, \nFain would my soul her tribute bring ; \nJoin me, ye saints, in songs of praise, \nFor ye have known and felt his grace. \n\n2 Wretched and helpless once I lay, \nJust breathing all my life away ; \nHe saw me weltering in my blood, \nAnd felt the pity of a God. \n\n3 With speed he flew to my relief, \n\nBound up my wounds and soothed my grief ; \nPoured joy divine into my heart, \nAnd bade each anxious fear depart. \n\n4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord, \nDeep in my breast I will record : \nThe life which I from thee receive, \nTo thee, behold, I freely give. \n\n5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise \nThrough the remainder of my days ; \nAnd when I join the powers above, \n\nMy soul shall better sing thy love. \n\n5\xc2\xa9\xc2\xbb lis. Rippon\'s Sel, \n\nThe Mercy of God. \n\n1 THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, \nThe joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue ; \nThy free grace alone, from the first to the last, \nHath won my affections and bound my soul fast \n\n2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here ; \nSin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; \nBut through thy free goodness my spirits revive, \nAnd He that first made me still keeps me alive. \n\n3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, \nWhich wonders to feel its own hardness depart : \nDissolved by thy sunshine, I fall to the ground, \nAnd weep to the praise of the mercy I found \n\n661 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day \n\nTo the poor and the needy who knock by the way ; \nNo sinner shall ever be empty sent back, \nWho comes seeking mercy for Jesus\'s sake. \n\n5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell ; \nIts glories I\'ll sing, and its wonders I\'ll tell ; \n\'Twas Jesus, my Friend, when he hung on the tree, \nWho opened the channel of mercy for me. \n\n6 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, \nAnd the covenant love of thy crucified Son ; \nAll praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine \nSeals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine. \n\n\n\n51. [Peculiar.] Select Hymns. \n\nThe Joy of Assurance. \n\n1 HOW happy are they \nWho the Saviour obey, \n\nAnd whose treasures are laid up above ! \nTongue cannot express \nThe sweet comfort and peace \n\nOf a soul in its earliest love. \n\n2 That comfort was mine, \nWhen the favor divine \n\nI first found in the blood of the Lamb ; \n\nWhen my heart first believed, \n\nO, what joy I received ! \nWhat a heaven in Jesus\'s name ! \n\n3 \'Twas a heaven below \nThe Redeemer to know ; \n\nAnd the angels could do nothing more \n\nThan to fall at his feet, \n\nAnd the story repeat, \nAnd the Lover of sinners adore. \n\n4 Jesus, all the day long, \nWas my joy and my song ; \n\nO that all his salvation might see ! \n\nHe hath loved me, I cried, \n\nHe hath suffered and died \nTo redeem such a rebel as me. \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n5 On the wings of his love, \nI was carried above \n\nAll sin, and temptation, and pain ; \n\nI could not believe \n\nThat I ever should grieve, \nThat I ever should suffer again. \n\n6 O ! the rapturous height \nOf that holy delight, \n\nWhich I felt in the life-giving blood I \n\nOf my Saviour possessed, \n\nI was perfectly blest, \nAs if filled with the fulness of God. \n\n7 What a mercy is this ! \nWhat a heaven of bliss ! \n\nHow unspeakably favored am I ! \n\nGathered into the fold, \n\nWith believers enrolled, \nWith believers to live and to die. \n\n8 Now my remnant of days \nWould I spend to his praise, \n\nWho hath died, my poor soul to redeem ; \n\nWhether many or few, \n\nAll my years are his due ; \nMay they all be devoted to him. \n\n\n\n52\xc2\xbb 7s. Spir. Songs. \n\nHie Penitent\'s Prayer. \n\n1 SAVE me, Lord, in this distress ; \nClothe me in thy righteousness ; \nGood and merciful thou art ; \nHeal this bleeding, broken heart ; \nCast me not despairing hence ; \nBe my hope, my confidence. \n\n2 Send thy light and truth to guide, \nLeave me not to turn aside ; \n\nOn thy holy hill I\'ll rest, \nIn thy courts forever blest : \nThere to God, my Love, my Joy, \nPraise shall all my powers employ. \n\n663 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n53, 8s & 7s. Episcopal Sel. \n\nPraise for divine Love. \n\n1 LORD, with glowing heart I\'d praise thee \n\nFor the bliss thy love bestows, \nFor the pardoning grace that saves me, \n\nAnd the peace that from it flows : \nHelp, O God, my weak endeavor ; \n\nThis dull soul to rapture raise : \nThou must light the flame, or never \n\nCan my love be warmed to praise. \n\n2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, \n\nWretched wanderer, far astray, \nFound thee lost, and kindly brought thee \n\nFrom the paths of death away ; \nPraise, with love\'s devoutest feeling, \n\nHim who saw thy guilt-born fear, \nAnd, the light of hope revealing, \n\nBade the blood-stained cross appear. \n\n3 Lord, this bosom\'s ardent feeling \n\nVainly would my lips express ; \nLow before thy footstool kneeling, \n\nDeign thy suppliant\'s prayer to bless. \nLet thy grace, my soul\'s chief treasure, \n\nLove\'s pure flame within me raise, \nAnd, since words can never measure, \n\nLet my life show forth, thy praise. \n\n\n\n\xc2\xa7Jr. 7S. 6 L. JNlEVVTON. \n\nPrayer for a Filial Spirit. \n\n1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, \nMake me teachable and mild, \nUpright, simple, free from art, \n\nMake me as a weaned child ; \nFrom distrust and envy free, \nPleased with all that pleases thee. \n664 \n\n\n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE. \n\n2 What thou shalt to-day provide, \n\nLet me as a child receive, \nWhat to-morrow may betide, \n\nCalmly to thy wisdom leave. \n\'Tis enough that thou wilt care ; \nWhy should I the burden bear ? \n\n3 As a little child relies \n\nOn a care beyond his own, \xe2\x80\x94 \nKnows he\'s neither strong nor wise, \n\nFears to stir a step alone, \xe2\x80\x94 \nLet me thus with thee abide, \nAs my Father, Guard, and Guide. \n\n4 Thus preserved from Satan\'s wiles, \n\nSafe from dangers, free from fears, \nMay I live upon thy smiles, \n\nTill the promised hour appears, \nWhen the sons of God shall prove, \nAll their Father\'s boundless love. \n\n\n\n55 \xe2\x80\xa2 C. H. M. Spir. Songs, \n\nWatch and pray. \n\n1 GO watch and pray ; thou canst not tell \n\nHow near thine hour may be ; \nThou canst not know how soon the bell \n\nMay toll its notes for thee : \nDeath\'s countless snares beset thy way ; \nFrail child of dust, go watch and pray. \n\n2 Fond youth, while free from blighting care, \n\nDoes thy firm pulse beat high ? \nDo hope\'s glad visions, bright and fair, \n\nDilate before thine eye ? \nSoon these must change, must pass away ; \nFrail child of dust, go watch and pray. \n\n3 Thou aged man, life\'s wintry storm \n\nHath seared thy vernal bloom ; \nWith trembling limbs, and wasting form, \n\nThou\'rt bending o\'er thy tomb : \nAnd can vain hope lead thee astray ? \nGo, weary pilgrim, watch and pray. \n665 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n4 Ambition, stop thy panting breath . \n\nPride, sink thy lifted eye ! \nBehold the caverns, dark with death, \n\nBefore you open lie : \nThe heavenly warning now obey ; \nYe sons of pride, go watch and pray. \n\n\n\n5\xc2\xae. 7s. Sel. Hymns. \n\nThe Close of a Meeting for Prayer. \n\n1 IF \'tis sweet to mingle where \nChristians meet for social prayer, \xe2\x80\x94 \nIf \'tis sweet, with them to raise \nSongs of holy joy and praise, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nO, how sweet that state must be, \nWhere they meet eternally ! \n\n2 Saviour, may these meetings prove, \nPreparations from above ; \n\nWhile we worship in this place, \nMay we go from grace to grace, \nTill we each, in his degree, \nFit for endless glory be. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n57 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Steele. \n\nThe Influences of the Spirit experienced. \n\n1 DEAR Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest \n\nIn such a wretched heart as mine ? \nUnworthy dwelling, glorious Guest ! \nFavor astonishing, divine ! \n\n2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear, \n\nAnd hope almost expires in night, \nLord, can thy Spirit then be here, \n\nGreat Spring of comfort, life, and light ? \n\n666 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; \n\n\'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ; \nE]se would my hopes forever die, \nAnd every cheering ray depart. \n\n4 When some kind promise cheers my soul, \n\nDo I not find his healing voice \nThe tempest of my fears control, \n\nAnd bid my drooping powers rejoice ? \n\n5 Whene\'er to call the Saviour mine \n\nWith ardent wish my heart aspires, \nCan it be less than power divine, \n\nWhich animates these strong desires ? \n\n6 What less than thy almighty word \n\nCan raise my heart from earth and dust, \nAnd bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, \nMy Life, my Treasure, and my Trust ? \n\n7 And, when my cheerful hope can say, \n\n" I love my God, and taste his grace," \nLord, is it not thy blissful ray \n\nWhich brings this dawn of sacred peace ? \n\n8 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart \n\nForever dwell, O God of love ; \nAnd light and heavenly peace impart, \nSweet earnest of the joys above. \n\n58* 10s & lis. .Newton \n\n1 will trust, and not be afraid. \n\n1 BEGONE, unbelief ! my Saviour is near, \ni\\.nd for my relief will surely appear ; \n\nBy prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform ; \nWith Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. \n\n2 Though dark be my way, since he is my Guide, \n\'Tis mine to obey, \'tis his to provide ; \n\nThough cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, \nThe word he has spoken will surely prevail. \n\n3 His love, in time past, forbids me to think \nHe\'ll leave me, at last, in trouble to sink ; \nEach sweet Ebenezer T have in review \n\nConfirms his good pleasure to help me quite through \n\n007 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n4 Determined to save, he watched o\'er my path, \nWhen, Satan\'s blind slave, I sported with death ; \nAnd can he have taught me to trust in his name, \nAnd thus far have brought me, to put me to shame ? \n\n5 Why should I complain of want or distress, \nTemptation, or pain ? He told me no less. \nThe heirs of salvation, I know from his word, \nThrough much tribulation must follow their Lord. \n\n6 How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, \nWhich he drank quite up that sinners might live ; \nHis way was much rougher and darker than mine ; \nDid Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall 1 repine ? \n\n7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, \nThe bitter is sweet, the medicine is food : \nThough painful at present, \'twill cease before long, \nAnd then, O how pleasant, the conqueror\'s song ! \n\n\n\n59. C. M. Watts. \n\nInconstancy lamented. \n\n1 WHY is my heart so far from thee, \n\nMy God, my chief delight ? \nWhy are my thoughts no more by day \nWith thee, no more by night ? \n\n2 Why should my foolish passions rove ? \n\nWhere can such sweetness be, \nAs I have tasted in thy love, \nAs I have found in thee ? \n\n3 When my forgetful soul renews \n\nThe savor of thy grace, \nMy heart presumes I cannot lose \nThe relish all my days. \n\n4 But ere one fleeting hour is past, \n\nThe flattering world employs \nSome sensual bait to seize my taste, \nAnd to pollute my joys. \n\n5 Then I repent and vex my soul, \n\nThat I should leave thee so ; \nWhere will those wild affections roll, \nThat let a Saviour go ? \n668 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n6 Wretch that I am, to wander thus \n\nIn chase of false delight ! \n\nO, let me sit beneath thy cross. \n\nAnd never lose the sight \n\n60. C. M. COWPER. \n\nSubmission. \n\n1 O LORD, my best desires fulfil, \n\nAnd help me to resign \nLife, health, and comfort to thy will, \nAnd make thy pleasure mine. \n\n2 Why should I shrink at thy command, \n\nWhose love forbids my fears ? \nOr tremble at the gracious hand \nThat wipes away my tears ? \n\n3 No ! let me rather freely yield \n\nWhat most I prize to thee, \nWho never hast a good withheld, \nNor wilt withhold, from me. \n\n4 Thy favor all my journey through \n\nThou art engaged to grant ; \nWhat else I want, or think I do, \nJ Tis better still to want \n\n5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way : \n\nShall I resist them both \xe2\x80\x94 \nA poor, blind creature of a day, \nAnd crushed before the moth ? \n\n6 But, ah ! my inmost spirit cries, \n\nStill bind me to thy sway, \nElse the next cloud that veils my skies, \nDrives all these thoughts away. \n\n61. L. M. Cowper. \n\nReturn of Joy. \n\n] WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind, \nAnd smiling day once more appears, \nThen, my Redeemer, then I find \nThe folly of my doubts and fears. \n\n669 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n2 I chide my unbelieving heart, \n\nAnd blush that I should ever be \nThus prone to act so base a part, \nOr harbor one hard thought of thee. \n\n3 O, let me, then, at length, be taught \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nWhat I am still so slow to learn \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat God is love, and changes not, \nNor knows the shadow of a turn. \n\n4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ; \n\nBut when my faith is sharply tried, \nI find myself a learner yet, \n\nUnskilful, weak, and apt to slide. \n\n5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee \n\nSubdues the disobedient will, \nDrives doubt and discontent away, \nAnd thy rebellious worm is still. \n\n6 Thou art as ready to forgive \n\nAs I am ready to repine ; \nThou, therefore, all the praise receive ; \nBe shame and self-abhorrence mine. \n\n\n\n63. 7s. Swain \n\nThe Christian Soldier Encouraged. \n\n1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here, \nFight we must, but should not fear ; \nFoes we have, but we\'ve a Friend, \nOne that loves us to the end : \nForward, then, with courage go ; \nLong we shall not dwell below ; \nSoon the joyful news will come, \n\n" Child, your Father calls ; come home ! " \n\n2 In the way a thousand snares \nLie, to take us unawares ; \nSatan, with malicious art, \nWatches each unguarded part ; \nBut from Satan\'s malice free, \nSaints shall soon victorious be ; \nSoon the joyful news will come, \n\n" Child, your Father calls ; come home ! " \n\n670 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 But, of all the foes we meet, \nNone so oft mislead our feet, \nNone betray us into sin, \nLike the foes that dwell within : \nYet let nothing spoil our peace ; \nChrist will also conquer these ; \nThen the joyful news will come, \n" Child, your Father calls ; come home ! " \n\n\n\n63. S. M. Va. Sel. \n\nLove to the Saints. \n\n1 I LOVE the sons of grace, \n\nThe heirs of bliss divine, \nWho walk in paths of righteousness, \nAnd fly from every sin. \n\n2 They will my faults reprove, \n\nWhen heedlessly I err: \nHow do I prize their faithful love, \nTheir kind and tender care ! \n\n3 They Jesus\' image bear ; \n\nHow lovely is the sight ! \nThey shall at length with him appear \nIn everlasting light. \n\n4 They love the Father\'s name, \n\nAnd gladly do his will ; \nThey humbly follow Christ, the Lamb \nIn purity and zeal. \n\n\n\n5 \n\n\n\nTheir footsteps I\'ll pursue \nWith vigor till I die, \n\nRejoicing in the pleasing view \nOf meeting them on high. \n\nIt is a sweet employ \n\nTo join in worship here ; \n\nBut how divine will be the joy \n\nTo see each other there ! \n\n671 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n61L 7S. COWPER, \n\nu Lovest thou me 1 " \n\n1 HARK, my soul ; it is the Lord ; \n\'Tis the Saviour ; hear his word ; \nJesus speaks, and speaks to thee, \n" Say, poor sinner, lov\'st thou me ? \n\n2 " I delivered thee when bound, \n\nAnd when wounded, healed thy wound ; \nSought thee wandering, set thee right, \nTurned thy darkness into light \n\n3 " Can a woman\'s tender care \nCease towards the child she bare ? \nYes, she may forgetful be ; \n\nYet will I remember thee. \n\n4 " Mine is an unchanging love, \nHigher than the heights above, \nDeeper than the depths beneath, \nFree and faithful, strong as death. \n\n5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, \nWhen the work of grace is done ; \nPartner of my throne shalt be ; \nSay, poor sinner, lov\'st thou me ? \' ? \n\n6 Lord, ft is my chief complaint, \nThat my love \'s so weak and faint ; \nYet I love thee, and adore ; \n\nO for grace to love thee more t \n\n\n\n\xc2\xa9\xc2\xab>\xe2\x80\xa2 8s. Newton, \n\nThe Presence of Christ desired. \n\n1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours \n\nWhen Jesus no longer I see ! \nSweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, \n\nHave all lost their sweetness with me. \nThe midsummer sun shines but dim ; \n\nThe fields strive in vain to look gay ; \nBut when I am happy in him, \n\nDecember \'s as pleasant as May. \n\n672 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n2 His name yields the richest perfume, \n\nAnd sweeter than music his voice ; \nHis presence disperses my gloom, \n\nAnd makes all within me rejoice : \nI should, were he always thus nigh, \n\nHave nothing to wish for or fear ; \nNo mortal so happy as I ; \n\nMy summer would last all the year. \n\n3 Content with beholding his face, \n\nMy all to his pleasure resigned, \nNo changes of season or place \n\nWould make any change in my minds \nWhile blest with a sense of his love, \n\nA palace a toy would appear ; \nAnd prisons would palaces prove, \n\nIf Jesus would dwell with me there. \n\n4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, \n\nIf thou art my sun and my song, \nSay, why do I languish and pine, \n\nAnd why are my winters so long ? \nO, drive these dark clouds from my sky ; \n\nThy soul-cheering presence restore ; \nOr take me unto thee on high, \n\nWhere winter and clouds are no more. \n\n\n\n00. C. M. JNewton, \n\nAmazing (trace. \n\n1 AMAZING grace, \xe2\x80\x94 how sweet the sound "!\' \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThat saved a wretch like me ; \nI once was lost, but now am found ; \nWas blind, but now I see. \n\n2 \'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, \n\nAnd grace my fears relieved : \nHow precious did that grace appear, \nThe hour I first believed ! \n\n3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, \n\nI have already come ; \n\'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, \nAnd grace will lead me home. \n\n29 673 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n4 The Lord has promised good to me ; \n\nHis word my hope secures ; \nHe will my shield and portion be, \nAs long as life endures. \n\n5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail. \n\nAnd mortal life shall cease, \nI shall possess within the veil \nA life of joy and peace. \n\n6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow\xe2\x80\x9e \n\nThe sun forbear to shine ; \nBut God, who called me here below 5 \nWill be forever mine. \n\nv# \xe2\x80\xa2 8s. Baldwin \n\nThe Union of Saints. \n\n1 FROM whence doth this union arise, \n\nThat hatred is conquered by love ? \nIt fastens our souls in such ties \nAs distance and time can\'t remove. \n\n2 It cannot in Eden be found, \n\nNor yet in a Paradise lost ; \nIt grows on Immanuel\'s ground, \nAnd Jesus\' dear blood it did cost. \n\n3 My brethren are dear unto me, \n\nOur hearts all united in love ; \nWhere Jesus is gone we shall be/ \nIn yonder blest mansions above. \n\n4 Why, then, so unwilling to part, \n\nSince there we shall all meet again ? \nEngraved on Immanuel\'s heart, \nAt a distance we cannot remain. \n\n5 O, when shall we see that bright day, \n\nAnd join with the angels above, \nSet free from these prisons of clay, \nUnited in Jesus\'s love ? \n\n6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, \n\nAnd all his bright glories shall see, \nSinging, Hallelujah! amen! \nAmen ! even so let it be. \n\n674 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n68. L. M. Doddridge. \nGrief for the Bins and Miseries of Men. \n\n1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise, \nTo torrents melt my streaming eyes ; \nAnd thou, my heart, with anguish feel \nThose evils which thou canst not heal. \n\n2 See human nature sunk in shame ; \nSee scandals poured on Jesus\' name ; \nThe Father wounded through the Son ; \nThe world abused ; the soul undone. \n\n3 See the short course of vain delight \nClosing in everlasting night, \n\nIn flames that no abatement know, \nThough briny tears forever flow. \n\n4 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; \nMy bowels yearn o\'er dying men ; \nAnd fain my pity would reclaim, \n\nAnd snatch the firebrands from the flame. \n\n5 But feeble my compassion proves, \nAnd can but weep where most it loves; \nThy own all-saving arm employ, \n\nAnd turn these drops of grief to joy. \n\n69. llS. KlRKHAM. \n\nPrecious Promises. \n\n1 HOW" firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, \nIs laid for your faith in his excellent word ! \nWhat more can he say than to you he hath said \xe2\x80\x94 \nYou, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? \n\n2 In every condition \xe2\x80\x94 in sickness, in health, \nIn poverty\'s vale, or abounding in wealth, \n\nAt home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, \xe2\x80\x94 \nAs thy days may demand shall thy strength ever be. \n\n3 Fear not ; I am with thee ; O, be not dismayed ; \n1, 1 am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; \n\nI\'ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, \nUpheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. \n\n675 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n4 When through the deep waters I call thee to go, \nThe rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; \n\nFor I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, \nAnd sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. \n\n5 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, \nMy grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; \nThe flame shall not hurt thee ; I only design \nThy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. \n\n6 Even down to old age, all my people shall prove \nMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; \nAnd when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, \nLike lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. \n\n7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, \nI will not, I will not, desert to his foes ; \n\nThat soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, \nI\'ll never, no, never, no, never, forsake. \n\n70. C. M. Anon. \n\nDivine Fellowship* \n\n1 FROM all that\'s mortal, all that\'s vain, \n\nAnd from this earthly clod, \n\nArise, my soul, and strive to gain \n\nSweet fellowship with God. \n\n2 Say, what is there beneath the skies, \n\nWherever thou hast trod, \nCan suit thy wishes or thy joys, \nLike fellowship with God ? \n\n3 Not life, nor all the toys of art, \n\nNor pleasure\'s flowery road, \nCan to my soul such bliss impart, \nAs fellowship with God. \n\n4 Not health, nor friendship, here below. \n\nNor wealth, that golden load, \nCan such delight or comfort show, \nAs fellowship with God. \n\n5 When I am made in love to bear \n\nAffliction\'s needful rod, \nLight, sweet, and kind, the strokes appear, \nThrough fellowship with God. \n\n676 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n6 In fierce temptation\'s fiery blast, \n\nWhen dangerous is the road, \nI\'m happy, if I can but taste \nSome fellowship with God. \n\n7 And when the icy hand of death \n\nShall chill my flowing blood, \nO, may I yield my latest breath \nIn fellowship with God. \n\n8 When I at last to heaven ascend, \n\nAnd gain my blest abode, \nThen an eternity I\'ll spend \nIn fellowship with God. \n\n71. C. M. C. Wesley. \n\nThe happy Child of Grace. \n\n1 HOW happy\'s every child of grace, \n\nWho feels his sins forgiven ; \n" This world," he cries, " is not my place ; \n\nI seek a place in heaven, \xe2\x80\x94 \nA country far from mortal sight ; \n\nYet, O, by faith I see \nThe land of rest, the saints\' delight, \n\nThe heaven prepared for me. \n\n2 "To that Jerusalem above \n\nWith singing I\'ll repair ; \nWhile in the world, by hope and love, \n\nMy heart and soul are there : \nThere my exalted Saviour stands, \n\nMy merciful High Priest, \nAnd still extends his wounded hands, \n\nTo take me to his breast \n\n3 " O, what a blessed hope is ours, \n\nWhile here on earth we stay ! \nWe more than taste the heavenly powers, \n\nAnd antedate that day : \nWe feel the resurrection near, \n\nOur life in Christ concealed, \nAnd with his glorious presence here \n\nOur earthen vessels filled. \n\n677 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n4 " O, would he more of heaven bestow \n\nAnd let this vessel break ! \nAnd let my ransomed spirit go \n\nTo grasp the God I seek ; \nIn rapturous awe on him to gaze, \n\nWho bled and died for me, \nAnd shout and wonder at his grace, \n\nThrough all eternity." \n\n72. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett \n\nPleading with God under Affliction. \n\n1 WHY should a living man complain \n\nOf deep distress within, \nSince every sigh and every pain \nIs but the fruit of sin ? \n\n2 No, Lord, I\'ll patiently submit, \n\nNor ever dare rebel ; \nYet sure I may, here at thy feet, \nMy painful feelings tell. \n\n3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, \n\nAnd beat upon my soul : \n\nOne trouble to another cries ; \n\nBillows on billows roll. \n\n4 From fear to hope, from hope to fear, \n\nMy shipwrecked soul is tost, \nTill I am tempted, in despair, \nTo give up all for lost \n\n5 Yet through the stormy clouds I\'ll look \n\nOnce more to thee, my God ; \nO, fix my feet upon the rock, \nBeyond the raging flood. \n\n6 One look of mercy from thy face \n\nWill set my heart at ease ; \nOne all-commanding word of grace \nWill make the tempest cease. \n\nm 3* C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. \n\nProfession of Love to Christ. \n1 AND have I, Christ, no love for thee, \nNo passion for thy charms ? \nNo wish my Saviour\'s face to see, \nAnd dwell within his arms ? \n\n678 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n2 Is there no spark of gratitude, \n\nIn this cold heart of mine, \nTo Him whose generous bosom glowed \nWith friendship all divine ? \n\n3 Can I pronounce his charming name, \n\nHis acts of kindness tell, \nAnd, while I dwell upon the theme, \nNo sweet emotion feel ? \n\n4 Such base ingratitude as this \n\nWhat heart but must detest ! \nSure Christ deserves the noblest place \nIn every human breast. \n\n5 A very wretch, Lord, I should prove, \n\nHad I no love for thee : \nRather than not my Saviour love, \nO, mav I cease to be. \n\n\n\n74. L. M. Watts. \n\nCorrection for Sin, and Release by Prayer, \n\n1 FROM age to age exalt his name ; \nGod and his grace are still the same ; \nHe fills the hungry soul with food, \nAnd feeds the poor with every good. \n\n2 But if their hearts rebel, and rise \nAgainst the God that rules the skies, \nIf they reject his heavenly word, \n\nAnd slight the counsels of the Lord, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n3 He\'ll bring their spirits to the ground, \nAnd no deliverer shall be found ; \nLaden with grief they waste their breath \nIn darkness and the shades of death. \n\n4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries ; \nHe makes the dawning light arise, \nAnd scatters all that dismal shade, \nThat hung so heavy round their head. \n\n5 He cuts the bars of brass in two, \n\nAnd lets the smiling prisoners through ; \nTakes off the load of guilt and grief, \nAnd gives the laboring soul relief. \n679 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n6 O, may the sons of men record \nThe wondrous goodness of the Lord ! \nHow great his work ! how kind his ways ! \nLet every tongue pronounce his praise. \n\n75. C. M. Watts. \nExhortation to Christian Activity. \n\n1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ? \n\nAwake, my sluggish soul ! \nNothing has half thy work to do, \nYet nothing \'s half so dull. \n\n2 The little ants, for one poor grain, \n\nLabor, and tug, and strive ; \nYet we, who have a heaven t\' obtain, \nHow negligent we live ! \n\n3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, \n\nAnd stars their courses move ; \nWe, for whose guard the angel bands \nCome flying from above ; \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n4 We, for whom God the Son came down, \n\nAnd labored for our good, \nHow careless to secure that crown \nHe purchased with his blood ! \n\n5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, \n\nAnd never act our parts ? \nCome, holy Dove, from th\' heavenly hill, \nAnd sit and warm our hearts. \n\n6 Then shall our active spirits move, \n\nUpward our souls shall rise ; \nWith hands of faith and wings of love, \nWe\'ll fly and take the prize. \n\n76. L. M. Epis. Col. \nEncouragement to trust in God. \n\n1 BE still, my heart ; these anxious cares \nTo thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; \nThey cast dishonor on thy Lord, \n\nAnd contradict his gracious word. \n\n2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, \nWhy wilt thou now give place to fear ? \nHow canst thou want if he provide, \nOr lose thy way with such a Guide ? \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 Did ever trouble yet befall, \nAnd he refuse to hear thy call ? \nAnd has he not his promise passed \nThat thou shalt overcome at last ? \n\n4 Though rough and thorny be the road, \nIt leads thee home apace to God ; \nThen count thy present trials small, \nFor heaven will make amends for alL \n\n\n\n77. C. M. Steele. \nAffliction, \n\n1 HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan ; \n\nTo thee I breathe my sighs ; \nWhen will the mournful night be gone ? \nWhen shall my joys arise ? \n\n2 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, \n\nThy promise is my stay ; \nHere would I rest till light returns ; \nThy presence makes my day. \n\n3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace \n\nRelieve my aching heart ; \nO, smile, and bid my sorrows cease, \nAnd all -their gloom depart. \n\n4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, \n\nAnd bless thy healing rays, \nAnd change these deep, complaining sighs \nFor songs of sacred praise. \n\n78. L. M. 6 l. Epis. Col. \nSeeking God. \n\n1 AS, panting in the sultry beam, \nThe hart desires the cooling stream, \nSo to thy presence, Lord, I flee ; \nSo longs my soul, O God, for thee ; \nAthirst to taste thy living grace, \nAnd see thy glory face to face. \n29* 681 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n2 But rising griefs distress my soul, \nAnd. tears on tears successive roll ; \nFor many an evil voice is near, \n\nTo chide my woe and mock my fear ; \n\nAnd silent memory weeps alone \n\nO\'er hours of peace and gladness flown. \n\n3 For I have walked the happy round \nThat \'circles Z ion\'s holy ground, \nAnd gladly swelled the choral lays \n\nThat hymned my great Redeemer\'s praise, \nWhat time the hallowed arches rung \nResponsive to the solemn song. \n\n4 Ah, why, by passing clouds oppressed, \nShould vexing thoughts distract thy breast ? \nTurn, turn to him in every pain, \n\nWhom suppliants never sought in vain ; \nThy strength in joy\'s ecstatic day, \nThy hope, when joy has passed away. \n\n\n\n79, L. M. GlSBORNE. \n\n" i" have set God always before meJ 7 \n\n1 SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies, \n\nMy soul, adoring, turns to thee \xe2\x80\x94 \nThee, self-abased in mortal guise, \nAnd wrapt in shades of death for me. \n\n2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, \n\nWhen crimson gleams the east adorn ; \nThee, Victor of the grave and hell, \nThee, Source of life\'s eternal morn. \n\n3 When noon her throne in light arrays, \n\nTo thee my soul triumphant springs ; \nThee, throned in glory\'s endless blaze, \nThee, Lord of lords and King of kings. \n\n4 O\'er earth, when shades of evening steal, \n\nTo death and thee my thoughts I give \xe2\x80\x94 \nTo death, whose power I soon must feel, \nTo thee, with whom I trust to live. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n80. L. M. CoWPER. \n\nSanctified Affliction. \n\n1 LORD, unafflicted, undismayed, \n\nIn pleasure\'s path how long I strayed ! \nBut thou hast made me feel thy rod, \nAnd turn my soul to thee, my God. \n\n2 What though it pierced my fainting heart ? \nI bless thy hand which caused the smart ; \nIt taught my tears a while to flow, \n\nBut saved me from eternal woe. \n\n3 O, hadst thou left me unchastised, \nThy precepts I had still despised ; \nAnd still the snare, in secret laid, \nHad my unwary feet betrayed. \n\n4 I love thy chastenings, O my God ; \nThey fix my hopes on thy abode, \nWhere, in thy presence, fully blest, \nThy stricken saints forever rest. \n\n81 \xe2\x80\xa2 7s. Epis. Psalms* \n\nHumble Trust. \n\n1 LORD, forever at thy side \n\nLet my place and portion be ; \nStrip me of the robe of pride ; \nClothe rne with humility. \n\n2 Meekly may my soul receive \n\nAll thy Spirit hath revealed ; \nThou hast spoken ; I believe, \nThough the oracle be sealed. \n\n3 Humble as a little child, \n\nWeaned from the mother\'s breast, \nBy no subtleties beguiled, \nOn thy faithful word I rest \n\n4 Israel, now and evermore \n\nIn the Lord Jehovah trust ; \nHim in all his ways adore, \n\nWise, and wonderful, and just \n633 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n82. C. M. Moore. \n\nLight in Darkness. \n\n1 O THOU who dry\'st the mourner\'s tear, \n\nHow dark this world would be, \nIf, pierced by sin and sorrows here, \nWe could not fly to thee ! \n\n2 The friends who in our sunshine live, \n\nWhen winter comes, are flown ; \nAnd he who has but tears to give \nMust weep those tears alone. \n\n3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, \n\nWhich, like the plants that throw \nTheir fragrance from the wounded part, \nBreathes sweetness out of woe. \n\n4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, \n\nAnd e\'en the hope that threw \nA moment\'s sparkle o\'er our tears, \nIs dimmed and vanished too, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n5 O, who could bear life\'s stormy doom, \n\nDid not thy wing of love \nCome brightly wafting through the gloom \nOur peace-branch from above ? \n\n6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright \n\nWith more than rapture\'s ray, \nAs darkness shows us worlds of light \nWe never saw by day. \n\n83 \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Fawcett \n\n11 As thy Days so shall thy Strength be." \n\n1 AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near ; \nThy Saviour\'s gracious promise hear ; \nHis faithful word declares to thee \n\nThat as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n2 Let not thy heart despond, and say \n\n" How shall I stand the trying day ? " \nHe has engaged, by firm decree, \nThat as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n684 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong ; \nAnd, if the conflict should be long, \nThy Lord will make the tempter flee ; \nFor as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n4 Should persecution rage and flame, \nStill trust in thy Redeemer\'s name ; \nIn fiery trials thou shalt see, \n\nThat as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n5 When called to bear the weighty cross, \nOr sore affliction, pain, or loss, \n\nOr deep distress, or poverty, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nStill as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n6 When ghastly death appears in view, \nChrist\'s presence shall thy fears subdue ; \nHe comes to set thy spirit free ; \n\nAnd as thy days thy strength shall be. \n\n\n\n84L 7s. Cowper. \n\nWelcoming the Cross. \n\n1 \'TIS my happiness below, \n\nNot to live without the cross, \nBut the Saviour\'s power to know, \n\nSanctifying every loss. \nTrials must and will befall ; \n\nBut with humble faith to see \nLove inscribed upon them all, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nThis is happiness to me. \n\n2 God in Israel sows the seeds \n\nOf affliction, pain, and toil ; \nThese spring up and choke the weeds \n\nWhich would else o\'erspread the soil. \nTrials make the promise sweet ; \n\nTrials give new life to prayer ; \nTrials bring me to his feet, \n\nLay me low, and keep me there. \n\n685 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 Did I meet no trials here, \n\nNo chastisement by the way, \nMight I not with reason fear \n\nI should prove a castaway ? \nBastards may escape the rod, \n\nSunk in earthly, vain delight; \nBut the true-born child of God, \n\nMust not, would not, if he might. \n\n8*>\xc2\xab 7s. Stennett \n\nThe Pleasures of Religion. \n\n1 \'TIS religion that can give \nSweetest pleasures while we live ; \n\'Tis religion must supply \n\nSolid comfort when we die. \n\n2 After death, its joys will be \nLasting as eternity ; \n\nBe the living God my Friend, \nThen my bliss shall never end. \n\n86. L. M. Heber. \n\nLove to God. \n\n1 THOUGH sorrows rise, and dangers roll \nIn waves of darkness o\'er my soul ; \nThough friends are false, and love decays, \nAnd few and evil are my days ; \nThough conscience, fiercest of my foes, \nSwells with remembered guilt my woes, \xe2\x80\x94 \nYet, even in nature\'s utmost ill, \n\nI love thee, Lord ; I love thee still. \n\n2 Though Sinai\'s curse, in thunder dread, \nPeals o\'er my unprotected head, \n\nAnd memory points, with busy pain, \nTo grace and mercy given in vain, \nTill nature, shrinking in the strife, \nWould fly to hell t\' escape from life, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThough every thought has power to kill, \nI love thee, Lord ; I love thee still. \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n3 O, by the pangs thyself hast borne, \nThe ruffian\'s blow, the tyrant\'s scorn ; \nBy Sinai\'s curse, whose dreadful doom \nWas buried in thy guiltless tomb ; \nBy these my pangs, whose healing smart \nThy grace hath planted in my heart, \nI know, I feel, thy bounteous will ; \nThou lov\'st me, Lord, thou lov\'st me still, \n\n\n\no# \xe2\x80\xa2 L. M. Fawcett \n\nRemembering all the Way the Lord has led ws. \n\n1 THUS far my God hath led me on, \nAnd made his truth and mercy known ; \nMy hopes and fears alternate rise, \nAnd comforts mingle with my sighs. \n\n2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, \nFar distant from my blissful home ; \nLord, let thy presence be my stay, \nAnd guard me in this dangerous way. \n\n3 Temptations every where annoy, \n\nAnd sins and snares my peace destroy ; \nMy earthly joys are from me torn, \nAnd oft an absent God I mourn. \n\n4 My soul, with various tempests tossed, \nHer hopes o\'erturned, her projects crossed \nSees, every day, new straits attend, \n\nAnd wonders where the scene will end. \n\n5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road \nWhich leads us to the mount of God ? \nAre these the toils thy people know, \nWhile in the wilderness below ? \n\n6 \'Tis even so thy faithful love \n\nDoth all thy children\'s graces prove ; \n\'Tis thus our pride and self must fall, \nThat Jesus may be all in all. \n\n687 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n88. L. M. D. Turner. \n\nThe Duty of loving God. \n\n1 YES, I would love thee, blessed God ! \n\nPaternal goodness marks thy name ; \nThy praises, through thy high abode, \nThe heavenly hosts with joy proclaim. \n\n2 Freely thou gav\'st thy dearest Son \n\nFor man to suffer, bleed, and die, \nAnd bid\'st me, as a wretch undone, \nFor all I want on him rely. \n\n3 In him, thy reconciled face, \n\nWith joy unspeakable, I see, \nAnd feel thy powerful, wondrous grace, \nDraw and unite my soul to thee. \n\n4 Whene\'er my foolish, wandering heart, \n\nAttracted by a creature\'s power, \nWould from this blissful centre start, \nLord, fix it there to stray no more. \n\n89. 7s. H. K. White. \nChristian Courage. \n\n1 MUCH in sorrow, oft in woe, \nOnward, Christians, onward go ; \nFight the fight ; and, worn with strife, \nSteep with tears the bread of life. \n\n2 Onward, Christians, onward go, \nJoin the war, and face the foe ; \nFaint not ; much doth yet remain ; \nDreary is the long campaign. \n\n3 Shrink not, Christians, \xe2\x80\x94 will ye yield ? \nWill ye quit the battle-field ? \n\nFight till all the conflict \'s o\'er, \nNor your foes shall rally more. \n\n4 But when loud the trumpet blown, \nSpeaks their forces overthrown, \nChrist, your Captain, shall bestow \nCrowns to grace the conqueror\'s brow. \n\n688 \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES. \n\n\n\n90. S. M. Montgomery. \n\n1 AH ! now my spirit faints \n\nTo reach the land I love, \nThe bright inheritance of saints, \nJerusalem above. \n\n2 Yet clouds will intervene, \n\nAnd all my prospect flies ; \nLike Noah\'s dove, I flit between \nRough seas and stormy skies. \n\n3 Anon the clouds disperse, \n\nThe winds and waters cease, \nAnd sweetly o\'er my gladdened heart \nExpands the bow of peace. \n\n4 Beneath the flowery arch, \n\nAlong the hallowed ground, \nI see cherubic armies march, \nA camp of fire around. \n\n5 Then, then I feel that He, \n\nRemembered or forgot, \nThe Lord, is never far from me, \nThough I perceive him not. \n\n6 All that I am, have been, \n\nAll that I yet may be, \nHe sees as he hath ever seen, \nAnd shall forever see. \n\n7 How can I meet his eyes ! \n\nMine on the cross 1 cast, \nAnd own my life a Saviour\'s prize, \nMercy from first to last \n\n8 Then shall 1 upward fly ; \n\nThat resurrection word \nShall be my shout of victory, \n" Forever with the Lord." \n\n\n\nREVIVALS. \n\nREVIVALS. \n\n\xe2\x80\xa2!\xe2\x80\xa2 8s, 7s & 4. Newton, alt\'d. \n\nPrayer for a Revival. \n\n1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation ; \n\nGrant us, Lord, a gracious rain ; \nAll will come to desolation, \nUnless thou return again. \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n2 Surely once thy garden flourished ; \n\nEvery part looked gay and green ; \nAll its plants by thee were nourished ; \nThen how cheering was the scene ! \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n3 Keep no longer at a distance ; \n\nShine upon us from on high, \nLest, for want of thine assistance, \nEvery plant should droop and die. \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n4 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither ; \n\nThou canst make them bloom again ; \nO, permit them not to wither ; \nLet not all our hopes be vain. \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n5 Let our mutual love be fervent ; \n\nMake us prevalent in prayers ; \nLet each one, esteemed thy servant, \nShun the world\'s bewitching snares. \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n6 Break the tempter\'s fatal power, \n\nTurn the stony heart to flesh, \nAnd begin, from this good hour, \nTo revive thy work afresh. \n\nLord, revive us ! \nAll our help must come from thee. \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT. \n\n93\xc2\xab L. M. Village Hymns. \n\nThe Harvest \n\n1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light ; \nBehold the fields already white ; \nThe glorious harvest now is come ; \nSee ransomed sinners flocking home. \n\n2 Moved by the Spirit\'s softest wind, \nTheir hearts are all as one inclined ; \nTheir former sins and follies mourn ; \nThey bow, and to their God return. \n\n3 Improve the harvest, fleeing fast, \nE\'er yet the shining season \'s past, \nWhen all the work of life shall end, \nThe last, the long, dark night descend. \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT. \n\n93. 12s. Christian Lyre, \n\nAwful Pomp of Judgment \n\n1 THE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in fire, \nAs the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire ; \nLo, self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud, \nAnd the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed. \n\n2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are poured \nMighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord ; \nAnd the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, \nAnd there all who the palm- wreaths of victory wear. \n\n3 The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all heard ; \nLo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred ! \nFrom sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, \nAll the vast generations of man are come forth. \n\n4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set, \nWhere the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met ; \nThere all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, \nAnd the doom of eternity hangs on his word. \n\n691 \n\n\n\nJUDGMENT. \n\n\n\n5 O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from above, \nGreat Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love ; \nWhen beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, \nMay our justified souls find a welcome in heaven. \n\n\n\n94. L. M. 6l. Newton, alt\'d. \n\nWheat and Tares, or the Last Harvest. \n\n1 THIS is the field, the world below, \nWhere wheat and tares together grow ; \nWhere oft we see, in mingled band, \nSinners and saints together stand ; \n\nBat soon the reaping-time will come, \nAnd angels shout the harvest home. \n\n2 We seem as one, when thus we meet, \nAnd bow before the mercy-seat ; \n\nBut to the Lord\'s ail-searching eyes, \n\nEach heart appears without disguise ; \n\nAnd soon the reaping-time, &c. \n\n3 To love my sins, a saint t\' appear, \nTo grow with wheat, and be a tare, \nMay serve me while on earth below, \nWhere tares and wheat together grow ; \n\nBut soon the reaping-time, &c. \n\n4 Most awful truth ! And is it so ? \nMust all mankind the harvest know ? \nIs every one a wheat or tare ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nMe for the harvest, Lord, prepare ; \n\nFor soon the reaping-time, &c. \n\n5 Then all who truly righteous are, \nShall in their Father\'s kingdom share ; \nBut tares in bundles shall be bound, \nAnd cast in hell. O, doleful sound ! \n\nAnd soon the reaping-time will come, \nAnd angels shout the harvest home. \n692 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\nHEAVEN. \n\n95. L. M. Newton. \nHeaven seen by Faith. \n\n1 AS when the weary traveller gains \n\nThe height of some commanding hill, \nHis heart revives, if o\'er the plains \n\nHe sees his home, though distant still, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views, \n\nBy faith, his mansion in the skies, \nThe sight his fainting strength renews, \nAnd wings his speed to reach the prize. \n\n3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers ; \n\nNo more he grieves for sorrows past ; \nNor any future conflict fears, \nSo he may safe arrive at last \n\n4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, \n\nTo lead us on to thine abode, \nAssured thy love will far o\'erpay \nThe hardest labors of the road. \n\n96. C. M. Wesley \n\nDeath and heavenly Happiness. \n\n1 AND let this feeble body fail, \n\nAnd let it faint and die, \nMy soul shall quit this mournful vale, \n\nAnd soar to worlds on high ; \nShall join the disembodied saints, \n\nAnd find its long-sought rest, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThat only bliss for which it pants, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nIn the Redeemer\'s breast. \n\n2 In hope of that immortal crown, \n\nI now the cross sustain, \nAnd gladly wander up and down, \n\nAnd smile at toil and pain ; \nI suffer on my threescore years, \n\nTill my Deliverer come, \nAnd wipe away his servant\'s tears, \n\nAnd take his exile home. \n693 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n3 O, what hath Jesus done for me ! \n\nBefore my raptured eyes \nRivers of life divine I see, \n\nAnd trees of Paradise. \nI see a world of spirits bright, \n\nWho taste the pleasures there ; \nThey all are robed in spotless white, \n\nAnd conquering palms they bear. \n\n4 O, what are all my sufferings here, \n\nIf, Lord, thou count me meet \nWith that enraptured host t\' appear, \n\nAnd worship at thy feet ! \nGive joy or grief, give ease or pain, \n\nTake life or friends away ; \nBut let me find them all again \n\nIn that eternal day. \n\n97. C. M. Watts. \n\nThe Everlasting Song* \n\n1 EARTH has engrossed my love too long ! \n\n\'Tis time I lift mine eyes \nUpward, dear Father, to thy throne, \nAnd to my native skies. \n\n2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits : \n\nThe God ! how bright he shines ! \nAnd scatters infinite delights \nOn all the happy minds. \n\n3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, \n\nCircle the throne around, \nAnd move and charm the starry plains \nWith an immortal sound. \n\n4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; \n\nJesus, my love, they sing ! \nJesus, the life of both our joys, \nSounds sweet from every string. \n\n5 Now let me mount and join their song, \n\nAnd be an angel too ; \nMy heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, \nHere\'s joyful work for you. \n\n694 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n6 I would begin the music here, \nAnd so my soul should rise ; \nO for some heavenly notes to bear \nMy passions to the skies ! \n\n98* C. H. M. Sacred Lyrics. \n\nThe Everlasting Bliss of Heaven. \n\n1 HEAVEN is the land where troubles cease, \n\nWhere toils and tears are o\'er ; \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe blissful clime of rest and peace, \n\nWhere cares distract no more ; \nAnd not the shadow of distress \nDims its unsullied blessedness. \n\n2 Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy, \n\nThe home of light and love, \nWhere faith and hope in rapture die, \n\nAnd ransomed souls above \nEnjoy, before th\' eternal throne, \nBliss everlasting and unknown. \n\n99. 12s & lis. Va. Sel. \n\nThe Eden of Love. \n\n1 HOW sweet to reflect on those joys that await me \n\nIn yon blissful region, the haven of rest, \nWhere glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me, \n\nAnd lead me to mansions prepared for the blest ! \nEncircled in light, and with glory enshrouded, \nMy happiness perfect, my mind\'s sky unclouded, \nI\'ll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded, \n\nAnd range with delight through the Eden of love. \n\n2 While angelic legions, with harps tuned, celestial, \n\nHarmoniously join in the concert of praise, \nThe saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial, \n\nIn loud hallelujahs their voices will raise ; \nThen songs to the Lamb shall reecho through heaven \nMy soul will respond, " To Immanuel be given \nAll glory, all honor, all might, and dominion, \n\nWho brought us through grace to the Eden of love." \n\n695 \n\n\n\nHEAVEN. \n\n3 Then hail, blessed state ; hail, ye songsters of glory ; \n\nYe harpers of bliss, soon I\'ll meet you above ; \nAnd join your full choir in rehearsing the story, \n\n" Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus\'s love ; " \nThough prisoned in earth, yet, by anticipation, \nAlready my soul feels a sweet prelibation \nOf joys that await me when freed from probation ; \n\nMy heart \'s now in heaven, the Eden of love. \n\n!\xc2\xa9\xc2\xa9\xe2\x80\xa2 S. M. Montgomery. \n\nDwelling with God. \n\n1 "FOREVER with the Lord;" \n\nAmen ! so let it be ; \nLife from the dead is in that word, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\'Tis immortality. \n\n2 Here in the body pent, \n\nAbsent from him, I roam, \nYet nightly pitch my moving tent \nA day\'s march nearer home. \n\n3 My Father\'s house on high \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHome of my soul \xe2\x80\x94 how near, \nAt times, to faith\'s foreseeing eye \nThe golden gates appear ! \n\n4 " Forever with the Lord ! " \n\nFather, if \'tis thy will, \nThe promise of that faithful word \nE\'en here to me fulfil. \n\n5 So when my latest breath \n\nShall rend the veil in twain, \nIn death I shall escape from death, \nAnd life eternal gain. \n\n6 Knowing as I am known, \n\nHow shall I love that word, \n\nAnd oft repeat before the throne, \n\n" Forever with the Lord ! " \n\n7 The trump of final doom \n\nShall speak the self-same word, \nAnd heaven\'s voice sound through the tomb, \n" Forever with the Lord ! " \n\n\n\nMISCELLANEOUS. \n\n\n\n8 That resurrection word ! \nThat shout of victory ! \nOnce more ! " Forever with the Lord ! " \nAmen ! so let it be. \n\n\n\nMISCELLANEOUS. \n\n101. 7s. Fawcett \n\nA Birthday Hymn. \n\n1 I MY Ebenezer raise \n\nTo my kind Redeemer\'s praise ; \nWith a grateful heart I own, \nHitherto thy help I\'ve known. \n\n2 What may be my future lot, \nWell I know, concerns me not ; \nThis should set my heart at rest, \nWhat thy will ordains is best. \n\n3 I my all to thee resign ; \nFather, let thy will be mine ! \nMay but all thy dealings prove \nFruits of thy paternal love. \n\n. 4 Guard me, Saviour, by thy power ; \nGuard me in the trying hour: \nLet thy unremitted care \nSave me from the lurking snare. \n\n5 Let my few remaining days \nBe directed to thy praise ; \n\nSo the last, the closing scene, \nShall be tranquil and serene. \n\n6 To thy will I leave the rest ; \nGrant me but this one request, \xe2\x80\x94 \nBoth in life and death to prove \nTokens of thy special love, \n\n30 097 \n\n\n\nMISCELLANEOUS. \n\n102. U M. Steele. \n\nThe Christian\'s noblest Resolution. \n\n1 AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain, \n\nSlaves to the world, and slaves to sin ; \nA nobler toil may I sustain, \nA nobler satisfaction win. \n\n2 May 1 resolve, with all my heart, \n\nWith all my powers, to serve the Lord ; \nNor from his precepts e\'er depart, \nWhose service is a rich reward. \n\n3 O, be his service al] my joy ; \n\nAround let my example shine, \n\nTill others love the blest employ, \n\nAnd join in labors so divine. \n\n4 Be this the purpose of my soul, \n\nMy solemn, my determined choice, \nTo yield to his supreme control, \nAnd in his kind commands rejoice. \n\n5 O, may I never faint or tire, \n\nNor, wandering, leave his sacred ways ; \nGreat God, accept my soul\'s desire, \n\nAnd give me strength to live thy praise. \n\n103. S. M. Stennett. \n\nPleasures of social Worship. \n\n1 HOW charming is the place \n\nWhere my Redeemer, God, \n\nUnveils the beauties of his face, \n\nAnd sheds his love abroad ! \n\n2 Not the fair palaces, \n\nTo which the great resort, \nAre once to be compared with this, \nWhere Jesus holds his court. \n\n3 Here, on the mercy-seat, \n\nWith radiant glory crowned, \nOur joyful eyes behold him sit, \nAnd smile on all around. \n\n\n\nMISCELLANEOUS. \n\n4 To him their prayers and cries \n\nEach humble soul presents ; \nHe listens to their broken sighs, \nAnd grants them all their wants. \n\n5 To them his sovereign will \n\nHe graciously imparts, \nAnd, in return, accepts with smiles, \nThe tribute of their hearts. \n\n6 Give me, O Lord, a place \n\nWithin thy blest abode, \nAmong the children of thy grace, \nThe servants of my God. \n\n1\xc2\xa94. L. M. Kelly. \n\nPleasures of social Worship. \n\n1 HOW sweet to leave the world awhile, \n\nAnd seek the presence of our Lord ! \nDear Saviour, on thy people smile, \nAccording to thy faithful word. \n\n2 From busy scenes we now retreat, \n\nThat we may here converse with thee ; \nO Lord, behold us at thy feet ! \nLet this the gate of heaven be. \n\n3 " Chief of ten thousands," now appear, \n\nThat we by faith may view thy face ; \nO, speak, that we thy voice may hear, \nAnd let thy presence fill the place. \n\nIDS. C. M. Sutton. \n\nSeparated, but united; or, the Christian\'s Hope. \n1 HAIL, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds \n\nOur glowing hearts in one ; \nHail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds \n\nTo harmony divine. \nIt is the hope, the blissful hope, \n\nWhich Jesus\' grace has given \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe hope, when days and years are past, \n\nWe all shall meet in heaven ; \nWe all shall meet in heaven at last, \n\nWe all shall meet in heaven ; \nThe hope, when days and years arc past, \n\nWe all shall meet in heaven. \nCD9 \n\n\n\nMISCELLANEOUS. \n\n2 What though the northern wintry blast \n\nShall howl around our cot; \nWhat though beneath an eastern sun \n\nBe cast our distant lot ; \nYet still we share the blissful hope, \n\nWhich Jesus\' grace has given, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe hope, when days and years are past, \n\nWe all shall meet in heaven ; \n\n3 From Burmah\'s shores, from Afric\'s strand, \n\nFrom India\'s burning plain, \nFrom Europe, from Columbia\'s land, \n\nWe hope to meet again ; \nIt is ,the hope, the blissful hope, \n\nWhich Jesus\' grace has given, &c. \n\n4 No lingering look, no parting sigh, \n\nOur future meeting knows ; \nThere friendship beams from every eye, \n\nAnd love immortal glows. \nO sacred hope ! O blissful hope ! \n\nWhich Jesus\' grace has given. &c. \n\n\n\n1@6. lis & 10s. Spir, Songs \n\nDawn of the Millenium. \n\n1 HAIL to the brightness of Z ion\'s glad morning ; \n\nJoy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; \nHushed be the accents of sorrow, and mourning ; \nZion in triumph begins her mild reign. \n\n2 Hail to the brightness of Z ion\'s glad morning ; \n\nLong by the prophets of Israel foretold ; \n1 Hail to the millions from bondage returning ; \nGentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. \n\n3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing ; \n\nStreams ever copious are gliding along ; \nLoud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing ; \nWastes rise in\' verdure, and mingle in song. \n\n4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, \n\nPraise to Jehovah ascending on high ; \nFallen are the engines of war and commotion ; \nShouts of salvation are rending the sky. \n\n700 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\n\n\nAFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near. L. M 83 \n\nAfflictions, though they seem severe C. M 36 \n\nAh, now my spirit faints S. M 90 \n\nAh, wretched souls, who strive in vain L. M 102 \n\nAmazing grace ! how sweet the sound C M 66 \n\nAm I called, and can it be 7s 27 \n\nAnd can I yet delay S. M 35 \n\nAnd have I, Christ, no love for thee C. M 73 \n\nAnd let this feeble body fail C. M 96 \n\nArise, my tenderest thoughts, arise L. M 68 \n\nAs on the cross the Saviour hung .....C. M 31 \n\nAs, panting in the sultry beam L. M. 6 l 78 \n\nAs, when the weary traveller gains L. M 95 \n\nAwaked by Sinai\'s awful sound C. P. M 20 \n\nAwake, my soul, in joyful lays L. M 47 \n\nBEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near 10s & lis 58 \n\nBe still! my heart, these anxious cares L. M 76 \n\nBleeding hearts, denied by sin 7s 17 \n\nBrethren, while we sojourn here ,7s 62 \n\nCHILDREN of the heavenly King 7s 48 \n\nCome, ye sinners, come to Jesus 8s, 7s & 4 25 \n\nCommit thou all thy griefs S. M 7 \n\nDEAR Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest L. M..., 57 \n\nDo not I love thee, O my Lord? C. M 14 \n\nEARTH has engrossed CM 97 \n\nEncompassed with clouds of distress 8s 42 \n\nEternity is just at hand L. M 21 \n\nFOREVER with the Lord S. M 100 \n\nFrom age to age exalt his name ,.L. M 74 \n\nFrom all that\'s mortal, all that\'s vain C. M.. 70 \n\nFrom whence doth this union arise 8s 67 \n\nGOD of my life, whose gracious power L. M 6 \n\nGo, watch and pray; thou canst not tell C. H. M 55 \n\nGracious Lord, incline thine ear 7s 44 \n\nHAIL, sweetest, dearest tie that binds C. M 105 \n\nHail to the brightness of Zion\'s glad morning .. .lis & 10s 106 \n\nHark, my soul! it is the Lord 7s 64 \n\nHear, gracious God, my humble moan C. M 77 \n\nHeaven is the land C. H. M 98 \n\n701 \n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES. \n\nHow charming is the place.... S. M 105 \n\nHow firm a foundation lis., 69 \n\nHow happy are they P. M 51 \n\nHow happy \'s every child of grace C. M 71 \n\nHow lost was my condition 7s & 6s 15 \n\nHow sweet the name of Jesus sounds C. M 13 \n\nHow sweet to reflect on those joys 12s & lis .99 \n\nHow sweet to leave the world awhile L. M 104 \n\nHow tedious and tasteless the hours 8s 65 \n\nI ASKED the Lord that I might grow L. M 43 \n\nIf \'tis sweet to mingle where 7s 56 \n\nI hear a voice that comes from far L. M 37 \n\nI love the sons of grace S. M 63 \n\nI my Ebenezer raise 7s 101 \n\nJESUS, my all, to heaven is gone L. M 11 \n\nJesus, our souls\' delightful choice L. M 41 \n\nJesus, save my dying soul 7s 40 \n\nJesus, thou art the sinner\'s friend CM 34 \n\nLIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light L. M 92 \n\nLord, forever at. thy side. 7s 81 \n\nLord, shed a beam" of heavenly day L. M 38 \n\nLord, unafliicted, undismayed L. M 80 \n\nLord, with glowing heart I\'d praise thee 8s & 7s 53 \n\n\n\nMORTALS, awake ! with angels join C. M.. \n\nMuch in sorrow, oft in woe 7s.. \n\nMy drowsy powers C. M. . \n\n\n\nOBJECT of my first desire , 7s 16 \n\nO Lord, my best desires fulfil CM 60 \n\nOne there is above all others 8s & 7s 9 \n\nO, that my load of sin were gone L. M 33 \n\nO thou, my Light, my Life, my Joy... C M.. 5 \n\nO thou who driest the mourner\'s tear C M 82 \n\nOur heavenly Father calls S. M 23 \n\nPRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure 8s & 7s 1 \n\naUIET, Lord, my froward heart 7s 6 l 54 \n\nRESTLESS thy spirit, poor wandering sinner. . .lis & 10s 29 \n\nSAVED by grace, I live to tell , 7s 30 \n\nSave me, Lord, in this distress 7s 52 \n\nSaviour, visit thy plantation 8s, 7s & 4 91 \n\nSaviour, when night involves the skies L. M. 79 \n\nSay, sinner, hath a voice within L. M 18 \n\nSinner, hear the Saviour\'s call 7s & 6s 26 \n\nSovereign Ruler of the skies 7s 2 \n\nTHE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels, &c 12s 93 \n\nThe God of Abram praise 6s 8s 4s 45 \n\nThe Lord will happiness divine C. M 32 \n\nThe voice of free grace cries 12s 28 \n\n702 \n\n\n\nGENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\nThis is the field; the world below L. M. 6 l 94 \n\nThou God of glorious majesty C. P. M 19 \n\nThough sorrows rise, and dangers roll L. M 86 \n\nThrough all the various passing scene L. M 4 \n\nThus far my God hath led me on L. M 87 \n\nThy mercy, my God, is the theme, &c lis 50 \n\n\'Tis my happiness below 7s 84 \n\n\'Tis religion that can give 7s 85 \n\nTo God, my Saviour and my King L. M 49 \n\n\'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord C. M 39 \n\nWAIT, O my soul, thy Maker\'s will L. M 3 \n\nWell, the Redeemer\'s gone ,.S. M 10 \n\nWhat various hindrances we meet L. M 46 \n\nWhen darkness long has veiled my mind L. M 61 \n\nWhen gathering storms around I view L. M. 6 l 12 \n\nWhen the harvest is past, &c 12s & 8s 22 \n\nWhy is my heart so far from thee C. M 59 \n\nWhy should a living man complain C. M 72 \n\nYE dying sons of men H. M 24 \n\nYes, I would love thee, blessed God L. M 88 \n\n\n\nGENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS, \n\n\n\nTHE SCRIPT URES , 1 \n\nPROVIDENCE 2\xe2\x80\x94 7 \n\nCHRIST 8\xe2\x80\x9417 \n\nAWAKENING 18\xe2\x80\x9422 \n\nINVITATIONS 23\xe2\x80\x9430 \n\nREPENTANCE AND FAITH 31\xe2\x80\x9442 \n\nPRAYER AND PRAISE 43\xe2\x80\x9456 \n\nCHRISTIAN EXERCISES 57\xe2\x80\x9490 \n\nREVIVALS 91 , 92 \n\nJUDGMENT 93, 94 \n\nHEAVEN 95-100 \n\nMISCELLANEOUS ^ , 101\xe2\x80\x94106 \n\n703 \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nJJll* \n\n\n\nINDEX OF SUBJECTS. \n\n\n\nThe figures denote the Hymns. \n\n\n\nActivity, Christian, enjoined, 75. \n\nAffliction, 77 ; pleading under, 72 ; \nsanctified, 80. \n\nAnxious desires, 19. \n\nAssurance, joy of, 51. \n\nAwakened sinner, 20. \n\nBiele, precious, 1. \n\nBirthday Hymn, 101. \n\nBurden of sin, 33. \n\nChrist, the Friend of sinners, 9 ; \nfulness of, 17 ; hope of the dis- \nconsolate, 12 ; incarnation of, 8 ; \nintercession of, 10 ; longing for \nan interest in, 44 ; precious to be- \nlievers, 13 ; presence of, desired, \n65; Physician, 15 ; Refuge of the \ntempted, 58; Source of consola- \ntion, 16; Way to heaven, 11; \nworthy to be loved, 14. \n\nChurch, exhorted, 48, 89. \n\nCommunion with God and Christ, \n23. \n\nContrite heart, 32. \n\nConverting grace, 30, 37. \n\nCorrection for sin, 74. \n\nCourage, Christian, 89. \n\nCross welcomed, 84. \n\nDay, strength proportioned to our, \n83. \n\nDeep contrition, 40. \n\nDwelling with God, 99. \n\nEden of love, 98. \n\nEncouragement to battle, 62; to \ntrust in God, 76. \n\nEvening of Lord\'s day, 103. \n\nFaith fainting, 42. \n\nFellowship, divine, 70. \n\nFree grace, 28. \n\nGod, all in all, 60 ; casting our care \non him, 7 ; child of, 71 ; covenant \nof, 45 ; mercy of, 50 ; our Pre- \nserver, 4 ; placed always before \nus, 79 ; wisdom of, 3. \n\nGrace, amazing, 66. \n\nHardness of heart lamented, 38. \n\nHarvest, 92 ; the last, 94 ; past, 22. \n\nHeart, contrite, 32. \n\nHeavenly Jerusalem, 97 ; happi- \nness, 96, 98. \n\nHeaven seen by faith, 90, 95. \n\nHope, Christian\'s, 105; rejoicing \nin, 48. \n\n\n\nInconstancy lamented, 59. \nInvitation, 26 ; and prayer, 25 \n\naccepted, 27 ; Hymn, 26. \nJoy, return of, 61. \nJudgment, awful pomp of, 93. \nLamentation, 59. \nLast account, 21. \nLight in darkness, 82. \nLovest thou me, 64. \nLove to Christ, 73 ; to God, 86, 88 ; \n\nto saints, 63. \nLoving kindness of the Lord, 47. \nMillenium dawn, 106. \nPraise for renewing grace, 49. \nPrayer answered by crosses, 43; \nexhortation to, 46; for a filial \nspirit, 54 ; meeting for, 56 ; peni- \ntent\'s, 44, 52. \nPenitent, the, 31. \nProdigal son, 36. \nPi-onuses, precious, 69. \nProvidence, equitable and kind, 4 ; \n\ngratitude for, 5 ; trusting in, 6. \nRelease by prayer, 74. \nReligion, pleasures of, 85 \nRemember me, 34. \nRepentance at the cross, 39. \nResolution, the Christian\'s noblest \n\n102. \nRevival, prayer for, 91. \nRoom yet, 24. \nSeeking God, 78. \nSocial worship, pleasures of, 103. \n\n104. \nSoul, 106 ; given up to Christ, 35. \nSpirit, influences of experienced ; \n\n57 ; shall not always strive, 18. \nStruggle between faith and unbe- \nlief, 41. \nSubmission, 60. \nThief, converted, 31. \nTimes, our, in God\'s hand, 2. \nTrust, humble, 81 ; in God, 60. \nUnion of saints, 67. \nWandering sinner invited, 29. \nWatch and pray, 55. \nWay, remembering it, 87. \nYoung, invited to seek wisdom, \n27. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n7G8 \n\n\n\nDeacidified using the Bookkeeper process. \nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide \nTreatment Date: August 2005 \n\nPreservationTechnologies \n\nA WORLD LEADER IN PAPER PRESERVATION \n\n1 1 1 Thomson Park Drive \nCranberry Township. 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