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THE 
 
 SOLDIER'S HYMN-BOOK: 
 
 CAMP WORSHIP 
 
 SOLDIERS' TRACT SOCIETY, 
 
 Virginia Conference, M. E. Church, South, 
 
 1862. 
 
 CHAS. n. WYNNE, PRINTEtt. 
 

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 HYMNS. 
 
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 1 S. M. 
 
 Psalm xcT. 
 
 /^OME,'sotnid his praise abroad, 
 Kj And hymns of glor^ sing; 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He form'd the deeps unknown : 
 He gave the ifseas tJicir bound : 
 
 The watery worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne: 
 Come, liow before the Lord : 
 
 We are his work, and not our own, 
 He form'd us by his word. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voic6. 
 Nor dare provoke his rod; 
 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 2 L.M. 
 
 Psalm c. 
 
 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bow witii sacred joy : 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
4 1ITMN8. 
 
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 2 His ROvoroiRn power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, ami formd us men ; 
 
 And when hUo wand'riuir sheep we stray'd, 
 He hroughl us to the fold a/^ain. 
 
 3 We'll crowd Uiy gates witlj thankful songs, 
 IJiglj as the iieavens our voict^s raise; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tonjjues, 
 Shall fill thy-courts with sounding praise. 
 
 4 Wide n.s the world is thy command ; 
 Va.«t asi ete^ni'^• thy love. 
 
 Firm as a io<-k tliy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 3 C. M. 
 
 77»c CrufijUcion. 
 
 BKTIOLD theSaviouE^tinankind 
 Nitil'd to the shanM^plree! 
 How vast the love that Kfpi inclined 
 To bleed and die for tlMJel 
 
 2 Hark, how he proans! while nature shakes, 
 And earth's strong pillars bend! 
 
 The temple's veil rn sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 3 'Tis done! the prer'ious ransom's paiJl 
 " Receive my soul ! " lie cricij : 
 
 See where he bows his sacred head! 
 He bows his head and diesl 
 
 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chida, 
 And in full glory shine : 
 
 O Ijjimb of (Jod, Wits ever pain, 
 Was ever luve, like thiuef 
 
HYMNS. • 5 
 
 L C. M. 
 
 TTie founiaini 
 
 riiHERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 JL Drawn from Immannol's veins; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 Lose ail their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 And tliere may I, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be saved to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 6 Then, in a nobl6r, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save, 
 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 ; Six 7s. 
 
 • Rock of aqes. 
 
 ROCK of aee», cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee: 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 From thy wounded side which flow'd, 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 Bave from wrath and make me pure. 
 
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t> HYMNS. 
 
 2 Could my tears forcvor flow, 
 Could my zeal no hmnuor know, 
 These for sin could not atone; 
 Thoi^ must save, and thou alone; 
 IH my hand no price I hrins, 
 Simply to tliy cross I cling. 
 
 8 While I draw this flei-ting breath, 
 "When my eyes sliall close in death, 
 AVhen I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold tliee on thy throne, 
 Kock of aizes. cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 6 C. M. 
 
 Hesurreetion of Christ. 
 
 THE Lord of Rabbatli let us praise, 
 In concert with i^ blest, 
 .Who, joyful, in harmjfcious lays, 
 
 Employ an endlessfWt. , 
 
 2 Thus, Ivord. whil-' v- -~— -mbor ihee, 
 
 WeblessM and p 
 By hymns of jtrair-- to be 
 
 Triumphant liere IhjIow. ,. 
 
 4 On this fjlad day a brlKhtcr scene 
 
 Of plory was disnlay'if. 
 By </iod, th' I'ternal W'ord. than when 
 
 This universe was made. 
 
 4 He rises, who mankind has bought 
 
 With grief and pain extreme; 
 'T>vas great to speak the world from naught; 
 
 'TwaJs greater to redeem. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Heh. iv. 14-16. 
 ITH joy we. meditate the grace 
 
 Of our High Priest above ; 
 His heart is made Qf tenderness, 
 His bowels melt with love. 
 
 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 
 He knows our feeble frame; 
 
 He knows what sore temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the same. 
 
 3 He in the days of feeble iflesh 
 Pour'd out strong cries and tears, 
 
 And in his measure feels afresh 
 What every member bears, 
 
 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, 
 But raise it to a flame; 
 
 The braised reed he never breaks, 
 Nor scorns the meanest name. 
 
 5 Then let our humble faith address 
 His mercy and his power: 
 
 We shall obtain deliv'ring grace 
 In the distressing hour. 
 
 8 C. M. 
 
 Coronation of Christ. 
 
 ALL hail the power of Jesus' na^ie! 
 Let angels ))rostrato fall ; 
 -Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
O HYMNS. 
 
 2 Ye ohoscn need of Israel's race, — 
 A rciiiiinnt weak and t-mall. — 
 
 Hail Inm, who savo,s you by his grace. 
 And crown hina Lord of ull. 
 
 3 Ye GentiUi sinners, ne'er forget 
 The. wrniwood and the pall : 
 
 Go, 8pr(>ad your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Lot every kindred, every tribe, 
 On tluH terrestrial fcall. 
 
 To him all maje-sty ancribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6 O that, with yonder pacrcd throng, 
 
 \V« at hi.s feet may fall ! 
 Well join the everhtsting pong, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 9 L. M. 
 
 Dying, rising, reigning. 
 
 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies I 
 Lo! Salems daii>j;htera weep around; 
 A Bolemn darkness veils the .skie.s; 
 
 A sudden tremhlin); shakes the ground: 
 Come, .Huints, and drop a tear or two 
 
 For Ifltn who proan'd lH.*neuth your load; 
 He .'^hod a thousand drop.** for you, 
 A thousand drojw of richer blood. 
 
 2 Hero's love nnd grirf beyond degree, 
 Th(! Whrd of glory dies lor nmnl ' 
 
 But, lo! what sudden joys we seol 
 JeauB, the dead, revives agaml 
 
HYMNS. V 
 
 The risino: God forsakes the tomb; 
 
 Up to his Father's courts he Hies; 
 Cherubic Hibions guard him home. 
 
 And shonl him welcome to (he skiesl 
 
 S Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 
 How high yoCir great Deliv'rer reigns I 
 Sing how ne spoild the hosts of hell, 
 
 And led the monster death in chains! 
 Say, " Live for ever, wond'rous King! 
 
 Born to redeem, and strong to pavel" 
 Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sing?" 
 
 And, " Where's thy vict'ry, boastin'g grave!" 
 
 10 C. M. 
 
 Rev. V. 11-13. 
 
 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne; 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues; 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 Worthy the Lamb that di(?d, they cry, 
 
 To be exalted thus: 
 Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, 
 
 For he was slain for us. 
 
 8 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Hotvor and power divine ; 
 And blessings more than we can give, 
 
 Be, Lord, for ever thme. 
 
 4 The whole creation join in one 
 
 To bless the sacred iiame 
 Of Him that sits upon the throne, 
 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
10 HYMNS. 
 
 11 C. M. 
 
 Salvation. ^ 
 
 SALVATION, O the joyfa^oundl 
 'Tis pleasure to our eiir;< ; 
 A sov'rcign balm for ev'ry woundy 
 A cordial for our fears.' 
 
 2 Buried in porrow and in pin, 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 
 But we'll arise hy CTaoc divine 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 8 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 
 The Bnaciou.i earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 
 'Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 12 C. M. 
 
 Stupendous love. 
 
 PLUNGED in a jjulf of dark despair, 
 We wretclied sinners lay, 
 "Without one eheerinp beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimm'ring day. 
 
 2 With pityin" eyes the Prince of ^raoe 
 Beheld our helj^less grief; 
 
 He saw, and (O amazing love!) .• 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above 
 With joyful hasto he fled, 
 
 Entcr'd the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
HYMNS. 11* 
 
 4 O for this love let ro'cks ftnd hills 
 Their lasting silence break I 
 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 
 Strike all your harps of gold; 
 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told I 
 
 13 a M. 
 
 " He is precious." 
 
 JESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 'Tis music to my ear ; 
 Fain would I sound it out ao loud, 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
 •My transport and- my trust; 
 
 Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 3 AM my capacious powers can wish, 
 In thee doth richly meet; 
 
 Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so s^veet. « 
 
 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
 
 And sheds its fragrance there ; 
 , The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll speak the honors of thy name 
 With my last, lab'ring breath ; 
 
 Then speechless clasp thee in my arms. 
 The antidote of death. 
 
12 HYMNS. 
 
 14 C. M. - 
 
 Witness and Seal of the Spirit. 
 
 WHY should the cliildrpn of a King 
 Go mourning all their days? 
 Great Comforter, descend, and bring 
 The tokens of thy grace. ^ 
 
 2 Dost tliou not dwell in all thy sainta, 
 And seal the heirs of heaven? 
 
 "When wilt thou banish my complainte. 
 And show my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 In the Redeemer's blood ; 
 
 And bear tl^ witness with my heart. 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earna^^t of his love, 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 
 May thy bless'd \jings, celestial Dove/ 
 Safcly convey me home ! 
 
 15 C. M. • 
 
 77i« iSpirifs quickenings implored. 
 
 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers, 
 Kindle a tlame of .sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below, 
 Fond of these e«rthly toys; 
 
 Our souls, hew heavily they go, 
 To reach eternal joys 1 
 
HYMNS. 15 
 
 4 My willing soul t?ould stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 . C. M. 
 
 ^"^ Courage. 
 
 - i I a soldier of the cross, — 
 5 Cc A foll'wer of the Lamb, — 
 
 W shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Conr blush to speak his name? 
 
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 - fust I be carried to the skies 
 •\Q hi flowery beds of ease. 
 
 •lie others fought to win the prize, 
 id sail'd through bloody seas? 
 
 \^ "e there no foes for me to face? 
 rpj^jg st I not stem the flood? 
 Tj,^^j^vije world a friend to grace 
 ?lp me on to God ? 
 
 2 This 1 
 
 rpj^g \i must fight if I would reign; 
 
 •■ Ivpe ofi^^ "^y courage. Lord ; 
 The sa^^^® *°'^' endure the pain, 
 •ted by thy word. 
 
 3 Then le ^ . „ ^, . ... 
 
 And ha.''^^^' ^" '"^ ^'^'^ glorious war, 
 When r'-^^l^icr, though they die; 
 And^®® the triumph from afar, 
 i'aith they bring it nigh. 
 
 j^p.jen that illustrious day shall rise, 
 j^plnd all thy armies shine, 
 n robes of vict'ry, through the skies, 
 .The glory shall be thine. 
 
12 HYMNS. 
 
 14 C. M. - 
 
 Witness and Seal of the Spirit. 
 
 WHY 8honld the childron of a King 
 Go mourning all their dav.s? 
 Great Comforter, descend, and oring , 
 The tokens of thy grace. 
 
 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy t vise, 
 And seal the heirs of heaven? 
 
 "When wilt tliou banish my compl 
 And show my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her par 
 , In the Redeemer's blood ; 
 
 And bear tl^y witness with my heanigh 
 That 1 ann born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his lovf 
 The pledge of joys to come; 
 
 May thy bless'd \^'i'ngs, celestiaj 
 Safely convey mc home! 
 
 ■est, 
 
 15 C. M, , ••• , 
 
 ' ast, • 
 TTie Spirit's quickenings im 
 
 COME, Holy Spirit, heav near, 
 With ail thy qnick'nin^iy ; 
 Kindle a Hame of .sacred love hero, 
 In these cold hearts of ours. y. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here bek 
 Fond of thetie esrthly toys; --it, 
 
 Our oouls, how heavily they go. 
 To reach eterual joys ! 
 
HYMNS. 15 
 
 4 My willing soul t?ould stay 
 In such aTrame as this, 
 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. , 
 
 A' 
 
 19 . C. M. 
 
 Courage, 
 M I a soldier of the cross, — 
 _-^ A foU'wer of the Lamb, — 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Or blush to speak his name? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 
 "While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sail'd through bloody seas? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face? 
 Must I not stem the flood? 
 
 Is this vi)e world a friend to grace 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; 
 Increase my courage, Lord ; 
 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war. 
 Shall conquer, though they die; 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 By faith they bring it nigh. 
 
 6 When that iUustrious day shall rise, 
 And all thy armies shine, 
 
 In robes of vict'ry, through the skies, 
 .The glory shall bo thine. 
 
IC HYMNS. 
 
 20 Four G8 and two 8p. 
 
 The year of Jubilee. 
 
 BLOWi yc the trumpet Mow, 
 Tlio gladly soloinn sound; 
 Lot all tlie nations know,- 
 To earth's remoiest l)ound, 
 The year of juliilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransom 'd sinners, home. 
 
 2 Jesus, our ^roat Hinh Pri^st, 
 
 Hath full atonement made : 
 Ye weary spirits, rest; 
 Ye nioiirnfiil souls, be glad: 
 The year of jubilee is come : 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners home. 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 The all-atoning Lamb; 
 Redemption throupfi his blood. 
 Throughout tiie world proclaim; 
 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 
 Your lil)erty receive. 
 And safe in Jesus <iwell. 
 And bh\ss'd in Jesus live : 
 The ycju- of Jubilee is come; 
 lieturn, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 6 Ye who have sold for naught 
 
 Your lieriU\go atM)ve, 
 Receive it back unbought, 
 The gift of Jesus' love : 
 The ye^r of jubilee is come; 
 Return, yc runsoin'd siuuers, home. 
 
HYMNS. 17 
 
 6 The jToppol f rnmpot. hear, 
 
 The news of heavenly ^raee; 
 And. pave<1 from earth, afipear 
 Before' your Saviour's face; 
 The j'ear of jubilee is eome; 
 Returti, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
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 21 7s. 
 
 The Expostulation. 
 UNNERS. turn, why will ye die? 
 God. your Maker. "asks you why! 
 God. who did your being give, 
 Made you with himself to live,- - 
 He the fatal cause demands. 
 Asks the works of his own hands, 
 Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
 "Will ye cross his love, and die? 
 
 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God. your Saviour, asks you why! 
 Christ, who did your .souls retrieve, 
 Pied himself that ye might live: 
 Will ye let him die in vam? 
 Crucify your Lord again? 
 Wiiy, ye ransom'd sinners, why 
 Will ye slight his grace, and die? 
 
 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
 God, the Spirit, asks you why ! 
 He, who all your lives hatli strove, 
 Woo'd you to embrace his love, 
 Will ye not his grace receive? 
 Vi\\\ ye still refuse to live? 
 whyj^e long sought sinners, why 
 Will ye grieve your God, and die? 
 
18 HYMNS. 
 
 22 L, M. 
 
 Tlie Gospel Supper. 
 
 SINNERS, obey the gospol word ! 
 Ilaste to the "supper of iny Lord ; 
 I^e wTse to know your grnoious day; ^ 
 All things are ready ; ebnie away I 
 
 2 Ready the Fatlicr is to own. 
 And ki.«s his late-rctnrninir son ; 
 Ready your loving Saviour stands, 
 And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit of his love 
 Just now your hardness to remove; 
 T' apply and wilneiis. with the blood, 
 And wash and seal the sons of God. 
 
 4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
 To triuinph in your bless'd estate : 
 Tuning their harps, they long to praise 
 The wonders of redeeming grace. 
 
 5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Are ready with the shining host: 
 All iieaven is ready to resound, 
 "The dead's alive! the lost is found I " 
 
 23 L. M. 
 
 The hearty Welcome. 
 
 COME, sinners, to the gospel -feast; 
 Let every scul be Jesus' guest; 
 Ye need not one bo left holiiiid, • 
 For Christ hath bidden all niuukiud. 
 
HYMNS. 19 
 
 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I "call; 
 The invitation is to all : 
 Come, all th6 world! come, Sinner, thou! 
 All tilings in Christ are ready now. 
 
 ^ Come, all ye souls "by.sin oppress'd, 
 Ye restless wand'rers after rest, 
 Ye poor, and maim'd. and halt, and blind, 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 My message as from God receive: 
 Ye all may come to Christ and live: 
 O let his love your hearts constrain, 
 Nor suffer him to die in vain I 
 
 5 See him set forth before your eyes, 
 That precious, bleeding sacrifice! 
 His offer'd benefits embrace, 
 
 And freely now be saved by grace. 
 
 24 8s, 7s, & 4s. 
 
 The Invitation. 
 
 C^IOIME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
 J Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love, and power ; 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 
 
 God's free bounty glorify; 
 True belief and true repentance. 
 
 Every grace that brings you nigh, 
 Without money, 
 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
20 HTMNS. 
 
 3 Tjpt jiot conscipnco make you linger; 
 Nor of fitness fondlj' drt'ftfn : 
 
 All tlie fitness lie rcqiiirotli 
 Is to feel your rieed of liim ; 
 
 This lie gives yon, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimni'ring beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy -la<len, 
 Bruised and nmn<iled by the fall, 
 
 If YOU tarry till you're better. 
 Von will never come at all; 
 
 IN'ot the righteous, 
 Sinners, Jesuscame lo call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo! your Maker prostrate lies! 
 On the bloody tree heboid himl 
 Hear him try before he dies, 
 
 "It is tiiiish'd!" /» 
 Sinners, will not this suffice? 
 
 6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending, 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 
 Venture on him, venture freely; 
 Let no other trust intrude: 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concerl, 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb, 
 
 "While the blissful seats of hi-avcn 
 Sweetly echo with his name: 
 
 Hullelujah! 
 Sinners here may do the same. 
 
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 V"- HYMNS. 21 
 
 *25 S. M. 
 
 Prayivg for Repentance. 
 
 THAT I could repent, 
 _ With all my idols part; 
 And to thy gracious eye present 
 An humble, contrite luart: 
 
 2- A heart with grief oppressed 
 For having grieved my God; 
 
 A troubled heart that caiinot rest 
 Till sprinkled with thy blood. 
 
 3 Jesus, on me bestow 
 • The penitent desire; 
 
 With true sincerity of wo 
 My aching breast inspire: 
 
 4 With soft'ning pity look, 
 And melt my hardness down: 
 
 Strike with thv love's resistless strokev 
 And break this heart of stone t 
 
 26 L- M. 
 
 Psalm li. 1-4. 
 
 SHOW pity. Lord, Lord, forgive, 
 Let a repentiiig rebel live; 
 Are not thy mercies large and free? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
 The'power and glory of thy grace; ' 
 Great God, thy nature haih ny bound. 
 So let thy pSrd'niug love be found. 
 
22 HYMNS. 
 
 3 O wash my soul from every sin 1 
 And make my guilty conscience oiean! 
 Here on my heart tlio burden lies, 
 And \)i\st oifeaces pain mine eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
 Agamst thy law, against thy grace; 
 Lord, should thv judgment^>< grow severe, 
 I am condemji'd but tliou art clear. 
 
 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath 
 I must pronounce thee just in death; 
 
 And if my soul were sent (o hell. 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, 
 Would lignt on some sweet promise there;^ 
 Some sure support against aesjDairi 
 
 27 S. M. 
 
 Surrendering the heart. 
 
 ND can I yet delay 
 My little all to give? 
 To tear my soul from earth away 
 For Jesus to receive? 
 
 ■A' 
 
 2 ^Xv, but I yield, I yield! 
 I C4in hold out no more; 
 
 I sink, by dying love comix-H'd, 
 And own thee conqueror! 
 
 3 Though late, I all forsake; 
 My friends, my all reign : 
 
 Gracious Redeemer, take, 4) take, 
 And seal me ever thine ! 
 
HYMNS. 23 
 
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 4 Come, and possess me whole, 
 Nor hence again remove: 
 
 Settle and fix my wav'ring soul 
 With all thy weight of love. 
 
 5 ]\Iy one desire be this, 
 Th'y only love to know : 
 
 To seek and taste no other bliss, 
 No other good below. 
 
 6 My life, my portion thou, 
 Thou all-sufficient art: 
 
 My hope, my heavenly treasure, now 
 Enter and keep my heart. 
 
 28 CM. 
 
 Praying for faith. 
 
 FATHER, I stretch my hands to tlijee, 
 No other help I know; 
 If thou withdraw thyself from me. 
 Ah! whither shall I go? 
 
 2 What did thine only Son endure. 
 Before I di-ew my breath ! 
 
 What pijjn. what labour, to secure 
 My soul from endless death 1 
 
 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, 
 I now should feel thy power! 
 
 Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one hour. . 
 
 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift 
 My weary, longing eves; 
 
 let me' now receive that gift, 
 My soul without it dies I 
 
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 24 HYMNS. 
 
 . 6 Purely thou canst not let me die: 
 
 O 8|ie.'ik. ftnd I shall live; 
 
 And here I will unwearied lie, 
 
 Till thou thy S|)irit give. 
 
 6 The worst of pinners would rejoice^ 
 Could they but see thy f;i<'e : 
 
 O let me hear thy quick'nin<r voice, 
 And taste tliy pardning grace! 
 
 29 C. M. 
 
 Surrendering at (he Cross. 
 
 LAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 . And did my Sovereign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For 8ucli a worm as 1 ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I have done 
 He groan 'd ujion the tree? 
 
 Amazing f)ity! grace unknownl 
 And love beyond degree! 
 
 3 Well might tlie sun in darkness hide, 
 And shut his glories in ; 
 
 When Christ, (he mighty M.-Hcer, died 
 For man, the creatures sin! 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 While his dear cross ftpjv?ars; 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thawkfulness, 
 And melt min^ eyes to tears. 
 
 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe; 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
 
 'Tis all that 1 can do. 
 
HYMNS. 25 
 
 30 L. M. 
 
 "J am the way." 
 
 * 
 
 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone, 
 He whom I fix my liopea upon; 
 His track 1 see, and 111 i)nrsue 
 The narrow way, till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment, 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought. 
 And mourn'd because 1 found it not; 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Because I \^as not saved from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power, 
 I felt its weight and guilt the more; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 " Come hither, soul, I am tujb way." 
 
 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, bless'd Lamb, 
 
 Shalt take me to thee as I an) ; 
 Nothing but sin have I to give, 
 Nothfhg but love shall I receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell to sinners round 
 What a dear Saviour I have found; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 Ana say, "Behold the way to God I" 
 
26 HTMKS. 
 
 31 78. 
 
 JRefuge in Christ. 
 
 JESUS, lover of my f.ml. 
 Let me to thy txjsoin ttv, 
 ^Vllile the nearer waters roll. 
 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 Hide nie, (/my .Saviour, hi<ie. 
 Till the storm of life l)e i)jit<t ; 
 Siife into the haven guide, 
 
 receive my soul ut last! ' 
 
 2 Other refuge luive I none, 
 Hangs my lieljijess soul on thee; 
 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 Still support and conifort me! 
 
 All my trust on tiiee is stay'd. 
 All my help from thee 1 bring, 
 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
 More than all in thee I find: 
 
 liaise the fallen, eheer the faint. 
 
 Ileal the siek, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy nauu'; 
 
 1 am all -unrightt'ousness; 
 False, and full of sin, I am, • 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 (Irace to cover all my sin : 
 
 Let the healing streams abound. 
 Make and keep me pure within: 
 
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 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up witliin my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity I 
 
 32 C. M. 
 
 The backslider's prayer. ■ 
 
 FOR a closer walk with God, 
 .A calm and heavenly frame; 
 A light to 8hine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
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 2 Where is the blessedness I knew _ 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the sonl-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I onpe enjoy 'd! 
 How sweet.their mem'ry still ! 
 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest! 
 
 I hate the sins th;it made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 Whate'er that idol be. 
 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. ^ 
 
 6 So shall my walk bo close with God, 
 Cahn and serene my frame; 
 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
28 HYMJig. 
 
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 33 Four Gs & two 8s. 
 
 ^Wherehy wc ery, Abba, Father." 
 
 RISE, my soul, ari«e. 
 Shake off tliy Kuilty fears, 
 The blee<lins saonnce 
 In my t»elialf appears: 
 Before the throne my Surety stands, 
 My name is written on his liunds. 
 
 2 He-ever lives above, 
 For me to intercede; 
 Hi« all-re<IeeminK love. 
 
 His precious liloQd. to plead: 
 His lilood atoned for all our race. 
 And sjirinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 • 3 Five bleedinj: wounds he bears, 
 
 Received on Calvary; 
 
 They pour effectual pVayers. 
 
 They strongly speak for me: 
 
 "Forpive him, (> lorjrive," they cry, 
 
 "Nor let that ransom'd sinner'diel" 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 Ills dear Anointed One: 
 He rtuinot turn away 
 The present* of lils Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the blood. 
 And tells me I urn born of God. 
 ^^ly God is reeonoiltHl. 
 ^Iis pardiiiuK v<)i<H' I hear: 
 He owns mo for his child, 
 I can no longer (onr: 
 With coi\fidenco I now draw nigh, 
 And Falher,.Abba, Father, cry. 
 
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 34 C. M. 
 
 God the source of joy. 
 
 MY God, the spring of ail my j<iys, 
 Thelifpotniy Hclights, • 
 The glory of my brightest dAys, 
 And comfort of my nights! — 
 
 2 In darkest shades if thou appear, 
 My dTTVvning is begun ; 
 
 Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 
 And tjiou my rising sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me shine 
 With tieams of sacred bliss, 
 
 If Josus show liis mercy mine. 
 And whisper I am his. 
 
 4 Bfy soul would leave this heavy clay, 
 At that transporting word. 
 
 Run up with joy the shining way, 
 To see and praise my Lord. . 
 
 6 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 
 
 I'd break through every fc^e: 
 The wings of love and arms of faith 
 
 Would bear me conqu'ror through. 
 
 35 . C. M. 
 
 f\ For 
 
 \J Mv 
 
 The glor 
 
 "His blood nvnil'd for wie." 
 
 OFOR a thousand tongues to sing 
 My great Redeemer's pr.aise! 
 *he glories of my Ood and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace 1 
 
30 HYMNS. 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God, 
 Assist me t« proclaim, — 
 
 To spread throuph fill tlio oartli abroad . 
 The honours of tliy Naiiic. 
 
 3 .Testis ! tlie Name that diarms our fears, 
 That bids our sorrows (va.se; 
 
 'Tis music in tlio sinner's cars, 
 'Tis hfo, and healtli, atid i)eaco. 
 
 4 He breaks tlie |)ower of canaell'd sin, 
 He sets tlie pris'ner free: 
 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 His blood avail'd for me. ' 
 
 5 lie speaks— and. listcnincj to his voice, 
 New life tlie dead receive: 
 
 Tlie mournful, broken hearts rejoice; 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 G Hear hhn, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb. 
 Your loosej'i'd tonjifufts employ; 
 
 Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
 And leap, ye lame, for joy. 
 
 36 S. M. 
 
 Witness of adoption. 
 
 'OV cJin a sinner know 
 His sins on earth forjjiven? 
 How can my praeious Saviour sli^w 
 My name inscribed in hcjiveu? 
 
 2 What we have felt and seen 
 
 "With confidence we tell; 
 And publish to the souis of men. 
 
 The signs infallible. 
 
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HYMNS. * 31' 
 
 3 We who in Christ believe 
 That he for us hath died, 
 
 We all his unknown peace receive, 
 And feel his blood applied. 
 
 4 Exults our rising; soul, 
 I»isburden'd of her load, 
 
 And swells unutterably full 
 Of glory and of God. 
 
 5 His love, surpassing far 
 The love of all beneath, 
 
 We find 'Within our hearts, and dare 
 The pointless darts of death. 
 
 6 Stronger than death or hell 
 The sacred power we prove : 
 
 And conquTors of the world, we dwell 
 In heaven, who dwell in love. 
 
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 Ecstacy of the new-horn soul. 
 
 HOW happy are they Who their Saviour obey 
 And have laid up their treasures above! 
 Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and 
 peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love ! 
 
 2 That comfort was mine, When the favour 
 divine 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb> 
 When my heart it believed, What a joy I re- 
 ceived. 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name I 
 
32 HYMNS. 
 
 3 'Twos a heaven below My Redeemer to know , 
 And the augelH could do nolliin;; more, 
 
 Thill) fall at Ills feet. And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinner:^ jidorc. ' 
 
 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my 
 
 song: 
 O that all his salvatton might see! 
 He hath loved me, 1 cried, He hath suflFer'd 
 
 and died, 
 To redeem a poor rebel like mo. 
 
 6 On the wings of his love I was "Carried above 
 All .'.in, and temptation, and luiiii ; 
 
 I could not Ijtilievo i hat I ever should! grieve, 
 That 1 e\T'r should sutler again. 
 
 6 I rode on the sky. Freely justified I, 
 Nor did envy Elijah his seat; 
 
 My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire. 
 And the moon it was under my feet. 
 
 7 O tlio rapturous height Of that holy delight, 
 \Vhi(rl) 1 IV'lt in the lifo-giviiig blood! 
 
 Of my t^aviour po.s>es.s'd, 1 was jHTfei-lly bleet 
 Aa if lill'd with the fulness of God. 
 
 38 C. M. 
 
 Perfect purification. 
 
 'OR ever here my rest shall bo. 
 Close tt) thy bleothng side: 
 Tiiis all my iiope, and all my \>\c&, 
 For mo the Saviour diod. 
 
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HYMNS. $3 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And -cleanse and keep me clean, 
 
 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 
 Wash me, and mine thou art; 
 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply ; 
 Till faith to sigiit improve, 
 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
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 39 C. M. 
 
 Prai/ingfor a holy heart. 
 
 FOR a heart to praise my Grod, 
 A heart from sin set free! 
 A heart that always feels thy blood 
 So freely spilt for me! — 
 
 2 A heart resign'd. submissive, meek, 
 My great Redeemer's throne, — 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart. 
 Believing, true, and clean I 
 
 Which neither life nor death can part % 
 From Him that dwells within: 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renew'd 
 And full of love divine; 
 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,*- 
 A copy. Lord, of thine. 
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 40 C. M. 
 
 Psalm Irxi. 15. 
 
 MY Saviour, my ftlmiphty Friend, 
 Wlion I bo;:in tliy pniiso, 
 Where will tlie yrowinj; nuinbors end, 
 The nulnber^ of tliy gnire? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlantinp; trust ; 
 Thy j^iKKhjoss I julore: 
 
 Send down thy K'race, O blessed Lord, 
 That 1 may love thee more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the lenftth 
 Of the celostial road; 
 
 And march with courage in thy strength, 
 To see the Lord my God. 
 
 4 Awake! awakel my tuneful powers, 
 With this dolishtful sonj^, 
 
 And entertain the darkest liours, 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
 41 ■J's- 
 
 The pilgrim's song. 
 
 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
 As we iourney let us sinfi; 
 Sirtg our Saviour's worthy praise, 
 ''Glorious in his works aud ways. 
 
 2 W^aro trav'lin^ home to God, 
 In the way our fathers trod; 
 Thov are. Iiapjiy now, and wo 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
HYMNS. 85 
 
 3 O ye banish'd seed, bo jjlnd ! 
 Christ our Advooate is made: 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our so>ils becomes. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful staad 
 On the borders of our land ; W ' 
 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, , 
 
 Bids us undismay'd go on. 
 
 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, 
 
 Gladly leaving all below : ^ 
 
 Only thou our leader be, H 
 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 42 L. M. 
 
 Seeking perfect rest in CJirist. 
 THAT my load of sin were gone! 
 that I could at last submit 
 At Jesus' feet to lay it down! 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feetl 
 
 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 
 Saviour of all. if mine thou art, 
 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And stamp thine image on my heart. 
 
 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
 And fully .'^et my spirit fre6; 
 
 I cannot rest till pure within. 
 Till I am wholly lost in thee. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 
 Tiiy light and °asv burden prove. 
 
 The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood. 
 The labour of thy dying love. 
 
 
 
1» HTMNS. 
 
 6 1 would, but thou muf<t pivo the power: 
 My heart from every sin release; 
 
 Brine near, bring near the i<>yfii! Iiour, 
 And fill me with thy perf«.H;t |K>aoe. 
 
 t Com©,^ord. the drooping ninner cheer, 
 JJor let thy chariot whorls delay : 
 ♦ Appear, in rny }xx>r lieart ap|)ejir! 
 My God, my Saviour, come away! 
 
 4^ L. M. 
 
 Apostcisy dejyrteated. 
 
 H! Lord, with trembling I confers, 
 A gracious soul may fall from grace; 
 The salt may lose itv<» seas'ning power, 
 And never, never find it morel 
 
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 2 Lest that my fearful case should bo, 
 Each moment knit my soul to thee; 
 And lead mo to the mcnmt alvn-o. 
 Through the low valo of humble love. 
 
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 44 S. M. 
 
 Keeping the charge of the Lord. 
 
 CHARGE to keep I have, 
 A Go<l to glorify; 
 A nevor-dying aoul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky : 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to flilfil ;— 
 O may it all my fxiwers engage^ 
 To do my Master's will! 
 
HYMNS. 37 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sijiht to live; 
 And, O thy servant, Lord, prepare,. 
 
 A strict account to give I 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely, 
 Assured, if Tmy trust betray, 
 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 45 8s. ^ 
 
 Delight in Christ. 
 
 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
 When Jesus no longer I seel 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flovrers, 
 
 Have all lost their sweotnes.^ to me, — 
 The midsummer snn shines but dim, 
 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay; , 
 But when I am happy in him. 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 And sweeter than music his voice; 
 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 And makes all within me'rejoice; 
 
 I'should, were he alwavs thus nigh, 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear, 
 
 No mortal so happy as I, ' 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 My all to his pleasure resign'd; 
 
 No changes of season or place 
 Would make any change in my mind: 
 
88 HYMNS. 
 
 While \)V.=«'<1 witli n ?pns<» of bi<« lovo, 
 A pnl.Tc II toy would :ipp«'.ir: 
 
 And prisons \voiil<i pnlnops provo, 
 If Jesus would dwell with mo there. 
 
 4 Po.ir Tiord. if indeed I am thine, 
 
 Iftlioii Mrt mv sun nnd my song, 
 Sav wliv <lo I ItinKUish nnd pine? 
 
 And why lire mv *inter«« ?«4> lonu? 
 O drivp theso dark <'lon.N from my nky, 
 
 Thy soul-<'h«»orini! 1 -..store; 
 
 Or tafee mo U^ tfiee w 
 
 ■Wh'T" ^v"'' T iiud ' . . no moro. 
 
 46 S. M. 
 
 Rrjoicittq in Go i. 
 
 COME. v«' thiit love thf^ T.ord. 
 And h't your joys be Hin'>wn : 
 Join in a soii'a with'swool U'-cord, 
 While ye surrotind his throne. 
 
 2 Tlie sorrows of the mind 
 lie huninli'd from the pli»<^l 
 
 Keliiiion never wiv* desiun'a 
 ^ To make our p1eiu><ureji loaa. 
 
 3 Let those refuse to sing 
 Who never knew our Ood; 
 
 But servants of the hortvi-nly King 
 May .sjwaik \hoir Joys* abroad. 
 
 4 The God that riAes on lufih, 
 That all the earth purvevs. 
 
 Th:it ridi's uj-von the stormy sky, 
 And calms the rparing bous; 
 
HYMNS. 89 
 
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 6 This awful God is ours, 
 Our Father und our Love; 
 
 He will send down liis heavenly powers. 
 To carry us above. 
 
 G There we shall see his face, 
 
 Anil never, never sin ; 
 There, from the rivers of his grace, 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in. 
 
 7 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tear be dry; 
 
 We're marchin<< thro' Immanuel's groand 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 47 8s & 7s. 
 
 Gratitude. 
 
 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace: 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing. 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 Teacii me some melodious sonnet, 
 •Sung by flaming tongues above: 
 Praise the mount — I'm tix'd upon it; 
 Mount of thy redeeming love I 
 
 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither, by thy help, I'm come; 
 And I ho|)e. by tliy good pleasure. 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought n^e. when a stj^anger, 
 
 Wand'rmg from the fold of God; 
 He, to rescue me from danger, . 
 
 Interposed his precious bieodJ 
 
49 nTKKS. 
 
 3 O! tn prarv hnw -- ' -, lr»,tor 
 
 I>uily I'nil'oii- '■*•'. 
 
 Lot thV prxKlne^- ■ !i>r, 
 
 Hina my wiiiidrinK htmn to thf«l 
 Prone to wun<l»T, Ixirl. I f*"'! H; 
 
 Prone tri leave the i; " ' - 
 
 Ilere'.M mv henrt. O t A iti 
 
 Seal it for thy rour; . 
 
 48 C. M 
 
 Imspirinn hop*. 
 
 T\,"^HEN I can n*n«l my titlo clear 
 VV To mansions in the skies, 
 Pll bid fjirtwell to »\.ry f»-nr, 
 And wi|>*' my w«<|iin;i eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth ii^Muist my soul engage, 
 And fiery dnrt.s U> hurl'd. 
 
 Then I ran nmile Ht Sutan'H rage, * 
 And fa<v ft f^ownin^ world. 
 
 3 I,et onrej", like a wdd tielii^c, come, 
 I/et ctorniM of sorrow full; 
 
 So I I'lit siifoly reneh my home, 
 My God, my heaven, njy all. 
 
 4 There I nhall hathe my weary soul 
 In weaa of hn»venly ref«t, 
 
 And not a wave of trouMu roll 
 Across njy jwjuvfiil broaat. 
 
 49 C. M. 
 
 The hcairnlxj Cdnaan. 
 
 ON JordHii's stormy Iwnka 1 ?tand, 
 .And <iist a wishlul ey« 
 To Cunaan'.s fair and happy land, 
 Where my poaMewODS lia. 
 
BTMNS. 41 
 
 2 O the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 
 That risas to my sight! 
 
 Sweet fields arrav'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight! 
 
 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 
 On trees immortal grow : 
 
 There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vales, 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 All o'er those wide-extended plains 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 
 There God the Son forever reigns. 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath 
 Can reach that healthful shore; 
 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 6 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 And be forever blest? 
 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 
 Would here no longer stay ! 
 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 50 8s & 68. . . 
 
 Just as I am. 
 
 JUST as I am— without one plea, 
 But that thv blood was shed for me, 
 Asd that thou bidd'st me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I cornel 
 
42 IITMNS. 
 
 Just as I am — and waitinp not 
 To rifi my soul of one dark lil<">t, 
 To ihoo. whoMP lilnod ran dofinso each spot, 
 O Lumb of (iod, I como! 
 
 3 Just as I am — thnnph tnw«od about 
 With many u oonfliot. many a doubt, 
 Witli foarswithin. anrl wars without, 
 
 () Lamb of God, I come! 
 
 4 Just a«i I am. poor, wrotrliod. blind — 
 Sipht, riohos, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need in thee to find, 
 
 O Lamb of (Jod, I come! 
 
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 6 Just as I am. thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, clcan.se, relieye, 
 Because th.y promise. I l>elieve, * 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come! 
 
 6 Just as I am. thy l'>vc. tmknowft, 
 Has brol\<>n every barrier down ; 
 Now to Ix? thino.yen, tlmic alone, 
 O Lamb of God, 1 como! 
 
 61 ' C. M. 
 
 My Mother's Biblt. 
 
 THIS book is all that's left me now: 
 Tears will i;iil>idi|cii start — 
 With fiilterin^ lip and throbbing brow 
 
 1 press it to my heart. 
 For many generations past, 
 
 Here is our fiiniiy tree: 
 My mother's hands this Bible clasp'd— 
 She, dying, gave it me. 
 
HYMNS. 43 
 
 2 Ah ! well do I remember those 
 
 Whose names these records bear — 
 Who round the hearth-stone used to close 
 
 After the ev^iiinp; prayer, 
 And speak of what these pages said — 
 
 In tones my heart would thrill : ■ 
 Though they are with the silent dead, 
 
 Here they are living still. • 
 
 3' My father read this holy book 
 
 To brothers, sisters dear: 
 jHow calm was my poor mother's look, 
 
 Who lean'd God's word to hear. 
 Her angel face— I. see it yet ! ' 
 
 What thronging memories come! 
 Again that little group is met 
 
 AVithin the halls of home. 
 
 4 Thou truest friend man ever knew, 
 
 Thy constancy I've tried; 
 Where all were false I've found thee true — 
 
 My counsellor and guide! 
 The mines of earth no treasures give 
 
 That could this volume buy; 
 In teaching me the way to'live, 
 
 it tauglit me how to die. 
 
 52 78. 
 
 When shall we all meet again f 
 
 WHEN shall we all meet again? 
 When shall we all meet again? 
 Oft shall glowing hope a«pire, 
 Olf sliall wearied love retire, 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet agaiu. 
 
44 BTMNS. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parch'd beneath the hostile sky; 
 Though the deep between us rolls, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls, 
 And in fancy's wide domain 
 There shall we all meet again. 
 
 3 When the dreams of life are fled, 
 When its wasted lamps are dead, 
 When in cold oblivion's shade 
 Beauty, wealth and fame are laid — 
 
 * Where immortal spirits reign, 
 There we all may meet again. 
 
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 When shall we meet again t—Air " Unitt.' 
 
 WHEN shall we meet again? 
 Meet ne'er t<j sever? 
 When will peace wreathe her chain 
 
 Round us for ever? 
 Our hearts will ne'er repose. 
 Safe from the blast that blows, 
 In this dark vale of woes — 
 Never — no, never 1 
 
 2 When shall love freely flow 
 
 Pur* as life's river? 
 When shall sweet friendsliip glow 
 
 Changeless for ever? 
 Where )oys celestial thrill, 
 Where bliss each heart shall fill. 
 And fears of parting chill- 
 Never— no, never ! 
 
HYMNS. 46 
 
 Z Up to that world of light 
 
 Take us, dear Saviour : 
 May we all there unite, 
 
 Happy for ever : 
 Where kindred spirits dwell. 
 There may our music swell, 
 And lime bur joys dispel 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 4 Soon shall we meet again—- 
 
 Meet ne'er to sever : 
 Soon will }ieaoe wreathe her chaia 
 
 Round us for ever: 
 Our hearts shall then repose 
 Secure from worldly woes ; 
 Our songs of praise shall close 
 
 Never — no, never 1 
 
 64 lis. 
 
 Air "HOMX." 
 
 MID scenes of confusion and creature com- 
 plaints, 
 How sweet to my soul is communion with 
 
 saints ! 
 To find at the banquet of mercy there's room. 
 And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 
 
 2 While here in the valley of conflict I staj, 
 O give me submission and strength as xaf 
 
 day; 
 In all my atilictions. to thee I would come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
46 HYMNS. 
 
 3 "Whftte'er thou deniest, O give me thy prace, 
 The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy 
 
 face ; 
 Let light from thy presence disperse all my 
 
 gloom. 
 And give me, e'en now, a sweet foretaste of 
 
 home. 
 
 4 I long, graoious Lord, in thy presence to 
 
 .shme^ — 
 No more, as an exile, in sorrow to pine ; 
 But in thy ble,<*t image .arise from the tomb, 
 With glorified millions to praise thee at home. 
 
 55 lOs & 49. 
 
 JTotneward Bound. 
 
 OUT on an oeean all boundless, we ride, 
 We're liomeward bound; 
 Toesod on the waves of a roiiiih. restless tide, 
 
 Wero liomeward liuuntl ; 
 Far from the safe, (juict lia; lior we've rode, 
 Seeking our Ka'.her's celestial abode. 
 Promise of wliieh on us each he bestowed, 
 We're homeward bound. 
 
 2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, 
 
 We're homcwanl bound ; 
 Look! yonder lie tilt" bright iieavonly shores, 
 
 We're homeward liound ; 
 Steady, O pilot! stand firm at the wheel, 
 8toa(lyl we soon sliall outwcatlicr the gale, 
 U how wfi fly 'ncatli tiie loud croaking sail, 
 
 We re homeward bound. 
 
HYMNS. 47 
 
 3 Down the horizon the earth disappears, 
 
 We're homeward y)oiind; 
 Joyful, O comrades! no sighing or tears, 
 
 "We're homeward hound; 
 Listen ! what music eomes soft o'er the sea! 
 " Welcome, thrice welcome and hlessed are yo." 
 Can it the greetinc; of paradise he? 
 
 We're homeward bound. 
 
 A Into the harbour of heaven now we glide, 
 
 We're home at last ; 
 Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, 
 
 We're home at last; * 
 
 Glory to God! all our dangers are. o'er; 
 Sjifely we stand on the radiant shore, 
 Glory to God! we will shout evermore, 
 
 We're home at last. 
 
 56 7s & 6s. 
 
 Wandering Stranger. 
 
 " QAY, whither, wandering stranger, 
 k^ Ah! whither dost thou roam? , 
 
 O'er this wild world a ranger, 
 Ha'^t thou no friend, no home?" 
 **Yes, I've a F'riend who never 
 Is absent from my side; 
 And I've a home wheri?ver 
 In peace I shall abide." 
 
 2 " But want and woe have driven 
 ■The roses from thy cheek ; 
 
 And garmejits rent and riven, 
 Thy poverty bespeak." , 
 
4$ HTMNS. 
 
 "I've food with which the angels 
 Would all delighted bo; 
 And robes ©f dazzling brightness 
 Are now awaiting me." 
 
 3 "Come, then, benign inquirer, 
 
 And join me on my way ; 
 I'm iourneying to a country 
 
 Wnere beam? an ondlcMs day; 
 "Where saint.s and aifgeN. falling 
 
 Before the great white throne, 
 To you,' to me are calling. 
 
 Haste, pilgrim, hasten home." 
 
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 Grateful Praisu for the Oospd—Air "Avmica.'* 
 
 tOME, let our voicos raise 
 A pong of grateful praise, 
 And thankful love; 
 Let each a tribute bring, 
 Let all awake and sing 
 Praise to our heavenly King, 
 "Who dwells alx)ve. 
 
 2 The gospel's sacred page, 
 Beveals to every age, 
 
 Salvation free. 
 Oh. send the joyful sound f 
 And let it e«^ho "round, 
 Till praises loud resound, 
 
 O God, to theel 
 
 3 Accept our offerings. Lord, 
 To spread thy truth abrowl, — 
 
 Our labors own : 
 
 C 
 
HTMNS. 49 
 
 At lenpcth, at thy right hand. 
 May we together stand, 
 And, with the angel-band, 
 Surround thy throne. 
 
 68 9s & 10s. 
 
 Tm a Pilgrim. 
 
 I'M a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 
 Do not detain me, for I am going 
 To where the streamlets are ever flowing — 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 
 
 2 There the sunbeams are ever shining, 
 
 I am longing. I am longing for the sight. 
 Within a country unknown and dreary, 
 I have been wandering forlorn and weary. 
 I'm a pilgrim. Ac. 
 
 3 Of that country to which I'm going, 
 
 My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light. 
 There are no sorroi^s, nor any sighing, 
 Nor any sin there, nor any dying, 
 I'm a pilgrim, &c. 
 
 59 7s & Cs. 
 
 The Happy Meeting. 
 
 'ERE we suffer grief and pain, 
 - Here we meet to part again ; 
 
 In heaven we part no more. 
 01 that will be joyfull 
 
 When we meet to part no more. 
 
 H' 
 
60 HYMNS. 
 
 2 All who love^he Tjord Iv^low, 
 When they die to lienvon will go. 
 
 And sinji with saints nUivc. 
 
 O! that will be joyfnl! 
 When we meet to part no more. 
 
 3 O! how hupfty wo slmll bo I 
 For our Saviour we shall see, 
 
 Exaltt'd on his throne. 
 
 O! that will be joyful 1 
 "When we meet to pari no more. 
 
 4 There we all shall Hin^ with joy, 
 And eternity employ 
 
 In praising Christ, the T^ord. 
 
 (3! thai will Ik* joyfnl! 
 When we meet to jmrt no more. 
 
 60 ^s & Cs. 
 
 Heaven is my Home. 
 
 I'm bn^a str.-xncor hero — 
 Heaven is inv h<^«'; 
 Earth is a de,sert ilrcar — 
 
 Heaven is inV home; 
 Pan<iers and sorrows stand 
 Round me on «'very hand, 
 Heaven is my Father-land, 
 Heaven is my homo. 
 
 2 What though the tempests rage, 
 
 Heaven is mv home; 
 Bhort is i7iy pilgrimage — 
 
 Heaven is my home; 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 And timo's wild, wintry blast 
 Soon will be over past, 
 I shall reach home at last — 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 3 Therefore I mnrmnr not— 
 
 Heaven is my home; 
 What'er my earthly lot, 
 
 Heaven i-< my home; 
 And I shall surely stand 
 Thfre at my Lord's right hand: 
 Heaven is my Father-land — 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 61 7s & Gs. 
 
 Come, ere it be too later— Air " WATcnEB." 
 
 OCOME, in life's gay morning, 
 Ere in thy sunny way 
 The Mowers of hope have withered, 
 • And sorrow end thy day. 
 
 Come, while from joy's bright fountain 
 
 The streams of pleasure flow, 
 Come, ere thy buoyant spirits 
 Have felt the blight of woe. 
 
 2 " Remember thy Creator" 
 
 Now in thy youthful days. 
 And he will guide thy footsteps 
 
 Through life's uncertain maze. 
 "Remember thy Creator," 
 
 He calls in tones of love, 
 And olfers deathless glorica 
 
 lu brighter worlds above. 
 
 51 
 
S2 HYMNS. 
 
 3 And in the hour of sadness, 
 
 "When earthly joys depart, 
 , His love shall be thy solui-e, 
 
 And cheer thy droopinj^ heart. 
 And when life's storm is over, 
 
 And thoii from earth art free, 
 Thy God will be thy portion 
 
 Throughout eternity. • 
 
 62 P. M. 
 
 The Christian Soldier. 
 
 OH! when shall I see Jesus, 
 And dwell with him al>ove, 
 To drink the flowing; fountains 
 
 Of everljLstin/T love? 
 When shall I bie deliver'd 
 
 From this vain world of sin, 
 And with my blej^sed Jesus, 
 Drink endless pleasures in? 
 
 2 But now I am soldier. 
 My Captain's gone before. 
 
 He's given me my orders. 
 And tells me not to fear ; 
 
 And if I hold out faith lul, 
 A crown of life lioMI give, 
 
 And all his valiant soldiers 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 3 Through grace I am determined 
 To conquer though I die, 
 
 And then away to Jesus, 
 On wings of love I'll fly : 
 
HYMNS. 53 
 
 » 
 
 Farewell to sin and porrow, 
 
 I bid them all adieu ; 
 And you, my friends, prove faithful, 
 
 And on your way pui sue. 
 
 4 And if you meet with troubles 
 And trials on the way, 
 
 Just east your care on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heavenly armor 
 
 Of faith and hope and love, 
 And when your race is ended, 
 
 You'll reign with him above. 
 
 5 Oh ! do not be discouraged, 
 P'or Jesus is your Friend ; 
 
 And if you lacK for knowledge, 
 
 He'll not refuse to lend : 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 
 Though often you request, 
 He'll give you grace to conquer, 
 
 And take you home to rest. 
 
 63 P. M. 
 
 Joyfully, Joyfully. 
 
 JOYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move. 
 Bound for the land of bright spirits abOTe: 
 Angelic choristers sing a^ I come, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 
 
 2 Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, 
 Home to that land of delight will I go.' 
 Pilgrim and stranger no more shall 1 roam ; 
 Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 
 
64 HYMNS. 
 
 3 Friends, fondly cherisli'd, Imve passod on 
 
 before, ' 
 
 Waitinj?, they watch me npproaching the 
 
 shore; 
 Singinu: to cJieer me through death's chilling 
 
 jjloom, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy )inme. 
 
 4 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; 
 Harjjs of the blessed, your voices 1 hear! 
 Ilin;js with the harmony lieavi-ns high dome, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy homo. 
 
 5 Death, with thy weapons of war lay mo low, 
 Strike, king of terrors, I fear not tlu^ Mow ; 
 Jesus liatli broken the burs of the tomb; 
 Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 
 
 6 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, 
 Death shall be Ijanish'd. his st-ept're l>c gone;* 
 Joyfully then shall I witiios his doom; 
 Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 
 
 64 P. L. M. 
 
 Happy Dajf. 
 
 PRESERVED -by thine Almighty power, 
 O I^ord. our .Makt-r — Saviour — King, 
 And brought to see this happy liour. 
 We eome thy j)i:ai.s«-s hero losing. 
 Happy day, hajipy day, 
 Here in thy courts well gladly stay, 
 And at thy footstool humbly pray 
 That thoil wouldst take our sins away. 
 Happy (lay. happv day. 
 When Christ shall waeh our sins away. 
 
HYMNS. 56 
 
 2 We. praise thee for tliy onnstant care, 
 For life preserved, for meroies .sciven, 
 
 Oh, may we Ptill those mercies share, 
 And ta«te the joys of sins forgiven. 
 Happy day, &c. 
 
 2 We praise thee for the joyful newg 
 Of pardon through a Saviour's blood; 
 
 Oh, Lord, inehne our iiearts to choose 
 The path to happiness and God. 
 Ilajipy day, &c. 
 
 4 And when on earth our daj's are done, 
 Grant, LonL tliat we at length may join, 
 
 Comrades and friends around thy throne, 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb. 
 Happy day, &c. 
 
 e5 CM 
 
 The Shining Shore. 
 
 MY days are gliding swiftly by, 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
 'Would not detain them as they fly 1 
 
 Those hours of t-oil and danger. 
 For oh ! we stand on Jordan's strand, 
 
 Our friends are passing over. 
 And just before, the shining shore 
 We may almost discover. 
 
 2 We'll gird onr loins, my brethren dear, 
 Our distant home discerning; 
 
 Our absent Lord has left us word. 
 Let every lamp be burning, 
 For oh! &c. 
 
66 HYMNS. 
 
 3 Should comingrdays be cold and dark, 
 
 We need not cease our sinjiiii^; 
 That perfect rest naught can niojost, 
 
 Where golden har{is are ringing, 
 For oh ! Ac. 
 
 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
 Each ciiord on earth to sever; 
 Our King says, " Come," and tliore's our hom«. 
 For ever, oh ! for ever ! 
 For oh I Ac. 
 
 66 7s k Gs. 
 
 The Christian Army. 
 
 ODO not be discouraged. 
 For Jesus is your Friend, 
 do not be di.scoii raged, 
 
 For Jesus is your Friend. 
 He will give you gr:v»' to conquer. 
 He will ^ivc you j^nuo lo conquer, 
 And keen you to the end. 
 J am Klad I'm in this army, 
 Yes, I'm triad I'm in this army, 
 Yes. I'm ^l^'d I'm in this urmy, 
 And I'll battle for the truth. 
 
 S Fight on, ye gallant soldiers, 
 
 The battle you shall win; 
 Fight on, ye gallant soldiers, 
 
 The battle you shall win; 
 For the Saviour is your Captain, 
 For the Saviour is your Captain, 
 
 And he Ims vanquished sin. 
 I ani glad, Ac. 
 
HYMNS. 67 
 
 3 And when the conflict's oveTj, 
 Before him you you shall stand; 
 
 And when the conflict's over, 
 Before him you shall stand. 
 
 You shall sinfx his praise for ever, 
 
 You shall sing his praise for ever, 
 In Canaan's happy land. 
 I am glad, &c. 
 
 67 8s & 79. 
 
 A Home beyond the Tide. 
 
 WE are out on the ocean sailing, 
 Homeward bound, we sweetly glide; 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 All the storms will soon be over, 
 c» Then we'll anchor in the harbor; 
 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide; 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, - 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 2 Millions now are safely landfed 
 O^er on the golden shore ; 
 
 Millions more are on their journey, 
 Yet there's room for millions more. 
 AH the storms, &c. 
 
 3 Come on board. 01 "ahip" for glory, 
 Be in haste — make up your mind! 
 
 For our vessel's weighing anchor, 
 You will soon be left behind I 
 All the storAs, Ac. 
 
68 IITMN8. 
 
 4 You have kindred over yonder, 
 Oti thai bright and hapi>j' shore, 
 
 By-and-bv we II swell the niiii»l)er, 
 
 When the toils of life are oer. 
 
 All the storms. *c. 
 
 5 Spread your sails, while licavcnly breeecs 
 Gently waft our vessel on : 
 
 All on board are sweetly singing — 
 Free salvaiion is the song. 
 All the storms, Ac. 
 
 6 When we all are safely anehored, 
 We will shout — our trials o'er I 
 
 We will walk al^)Ut tlie eity, 
 And well sing f«»r ewnnoro. 
 All the sturnii-, kc. 
 
 68 P. M. 
 
 Vain War 01, mlieu. 
 
 WIIIvN for eternal worlds we steer, 
 And se^Ls are ealin. and skies aro cloar, 
 And faith in lively exerciso, 
 And distant hills of t'aniuin rise, 
 The soul for 'n'V then elaps her wings, 
 And loud her lovely sonnet smgs, * 
 
 Vuin world, adieu. 
 
 2 With cheerful hoi>cis her eyes explore 
 Each landmark on the distant slioro: 
 The trees of life, the pasture gre<>n, 
 The golden streets, the crystal stream; 
 Again for joy she clafts Iiot wings, 
 And loud her lovely sonnet bings, 
 Vaiu world, udi^i. 
 
UYMNS. 59. 
 
 3 The ne^arer still slie draws to land, 
 More oa.iifr all lier powers expand; 
 With p.tpady helm and frco bent sail, 
 Her anehof drops within the vail; 
 Again for joy she claps her wings, • 
 
 And her celestial sonnet sings, 
 Glory to God. 
 
 09 . 7s. 
 
 Watchman, what of the N'ightf 
 
 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night: 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, 
 
 See that glory beaming star. 
 Watchman, iloes its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Traveller, yes: it brings the day, 
 Promiseci day of Israel. 
 
 2 Watchman tell us of the night: 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 
 Traveller, blessedness and light, 
 Peace and truth, its course portends. 
 
 Watchman, will its beams alone 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth? 
 
 Traveller, ages are its own ; 
 See! it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchman', tell us of the night, 
 'For the morning sipems to dawn. 
 
 Traveller, darkness take.s its flight, 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 
60 HYMNS. 
 
 Wafohmfin. let thy wnnderincjs ceas^ 
 
 Hie thoo to thy cjniot homo. 
 Traveller, lo! tlie Prince of r»eace, 
 
 Lol the Son of Goti w come. 
 
 70 8s & 38. 
 
 Will you go. 
 
 WE'RE travMinc homo to heaven above, 
 Will yon pn? 
 To sing the Suvionr's dying love ; 
 
 Will ynn po? 
 Millions hivve rearhe*! timt blest abode, 
 Anointrni kings mid priests to rjod, 
 And millions more are on the rood; 
 Will you go? 
 
 2 We're goin^ to see the bleeding Ijamb : 
 
 Will yon go? 
 In rapturous strains to pniise his name; 
 
 Will you go? 
 The crown of lif«'"we then shall wear. 
 The coiKjucror's pnim we then shall bear, 
 And till tno joys of heaven we'll share; 
 
 Will you go? 
 
 3 The way to heaven is fltraight and plain 
 
 Will you go? 
 Repent, believe, be born again; 
 
 Will you go? 
 The Saviour cries aloud to thee, 
 "Take up thy cross and follow mo, 
 And thou sfialt my salvation see." 
 
 Will you go? 
 
HTMN8. 61 
 
 4 We're going to join the heavenly choir, 
 
 Will you go? 
 To raise our voioe, and tune the lyre, 
 
 Will you go? 
 There saints and angels gladly sing 
 Hosanna to their God and king, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring, 
 
 Will you go? 
 
 71 lis. 
 
 " I would not live alway" 
 
 I 
 
 WOULD not Uve alway : I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er tne 
 way; 
 The few" lurid mornings that dawn on us 
 
 here, 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for ita 
 cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway : no— welcome the 
 
 tomb. 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 
 
 gloom ; 
 There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 3 Who, who would .live alway, away from his 
 
 God- 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 
 
 bright plains. 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 
 
02 HYMNS. 
 
 4 Whorc the saints of all ages in harmony 
 
 moot. 
 Their .Saviour and brethren transported to 
 
 preet : 
 While the anthoms«f raplnrennfH»n.«inRly roll, 
 And tho sijiile of the Lord is the fesiat of the 
 
 soul ! 
 
 72 L. M. 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom nil »)lo<j>^int:s flow: 
 Praise him, all croatiiro'* lioro IkMow : 
 Praise him above, yo hcavoulv fm-*! — 
 Praise Father, Son aud Holy Ghost. 
 
 73 C. M. 
 
 Now lot fho T- • i the .Son, 
 
 And Spirit i 
 
 Whore there ar.. make hiui known, 
 
 Or saints to love the lx)rd. 
 
 74 8. M. 
 
 CI IVE to the Father praise, 
 J (Jive plory to tho Son: 
 , And to the S|»irit of his grace 
 Be equal honor done. 
 
 75 78. • 
 
 SING wo to onr God a>v)Te 
 Praise eternal an hi« lovo: 
 Praise him, all ye hoavonly host — 
 KuthcT, Son, and lloly Gho.st. 
 
I N 1) p: X . 
 
 The figures refer to the page. 
 
 A" charge to keep I have, 36; Ah! Lord, with 
 trembling I confess, 36; Alas! and did my 
 Saviour bleed, 24 ; All hail the power of Jesus' 
 name, "i ; Am I a soldier of the cross, 15 ; And 
 can I yet delay, 22; Arise, my soul, arise, 28. 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 3; Behold the 
 Saviour of mankind, 4; Blow ye the trumpet, 
 blow, 16. 
 
 Oelestial Dove, come from above, 14; Children 
 of the Heavenly King, 34; Come Holy Spirit, 
 Heavenly Dove, 12 ; Come, let our voices 
 raise, 48; Come, let us join our cheerful 
 songs, 9; Come, let us join with one accord, 
 13; Come, sound his praise abroad, 3; Corne, 
 sinners, to the gospel (east, 18; Come, thou 
 Fount of every blessing, 39; Come, ye sin- 
 ners, poor, and needy, 19; Come, ye that love 
 the Lord, 38. 
 
 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 23;»For- 
 ever here my rest shall be, 32, 
 
 Give to the Father praise. G2( 
 
 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! 8; Here, 
 we suffer grief and pain,,49; How can a sin- 
 ner know,30; How happy are tJiey, who their 
 Saviour ob<^y, 31; How tedious and tasteless 
 the hours, 37. 
 
 I'm a pilgrim, a^ I'm a stranger, 49 ; I'm but 
 a stranger herciSO; I would not live alway, 
 61. 
 
 Jesua, I love thy charming name, 11; Jestjs, 
 lover of my soul, 26; Jesus, my all, to heaven 
 
64 INDKX. 
 
 is gone, 25; JoyfuUy.joyfully, onward I moTe, 
 63; Just as I am, without one plea, 41. 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion, 45; My days are eliding 
 swiftly bv, 65; My God, the spring otHll mr 
 joys.'i9; My Saviour, my Almighty Friend, M. 
 
 Now let the Father and the Son. «vi. 
 
 O come, in life's gay morning, 51 ; O do not be 
 difconraged, 56"; O for aclo.ser walk with God, 
 27 ; O for a heart to praise my (J<h1,33; O for^ 
 a thou.<5and tongues to. «iDp.'->t<; () that I could 
 repent, 21; O that my lt)ad of .xin were gone, 
 36; Uhl when shall f see .lesus, 52; On Jor- 
 dan's stormy thanks I stand, 40; Out oil*un 
 ocean, all boundles-, we ride, 46. 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 10; Praisa 
 God, from whom all blessings tlow, 62; Pre- 
 served by thine almighty }x»wer, 64. 
 
 Rook of ages cleft for me, .'>. 
 
 Salvation, O the Joyful .sound, 10 ; Say, whither, 
 wandering stranger, 47; .'^how pity. Lord, O 
 Lord, forgive, 21 ; Sing we to our dod aboTe, 
 62; Sinners, turn, why will yedioT 17; Sin- 
 ners, obey the gospel word, 18. 
 
 The Lord of Sabbath let us praise. 6; There ia 
 a fountah) tilled with blooil, 5; This book is 
 All that's left to me, 42. 
 
 Watchman, toll i» of the nit;lit,50; Wooreout 
 on the ocean .«ailing. 57 ; \\ ere trav'lmg home 
 to heaven above, t'lO; Wi'l("<ime, sweet day of 
 rest, 14; When for eterii^ worlds wo steer, 
 68; When I can reml my,flle clear. 40; When 
 shall we all meet again', 43; When shall we 
 meet again, 44: With joy \\v meditate the 
 grace, 7 ; Wliy should the children of a King, 
 
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