'fe-38119! FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY wmi Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/foldfaOOrand %JiMML. v A HANDY feaO#N ^ / ( ©to antr jFamiliar 5?pmns COMPILED BY The Editor of "THE CHANGED CROSS," etc. S^/ A NSar< levies F\VLRa,N*iolpV> , corvsp. « ^C New York ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & COMPANY 900 BROADWAY, COR 20th STREET COPYRIGHT 1883. BY Anson D. F. Randolph & Company. NOTE. It is not to be expected that a com- pilation within the /imits of the present volume would contain ALL the Old and Fa- miliar Hymns. The compiler has aimed in the selection to present the varied phases of ordinary Christian experience, in the belief, as has been well said by another, that next to Holy Scripture there is noth- ing that goes deeper, or expresses more clearly the condition and desires of the soul, than the Hymns and Songs of the ChurchC " The hymns marked AB. (abridged) are thus printed to preserve the forms in which they have long been commonly used, but the reader iv ill find, as in the familiar hymns 'Jesus, I my cross have taken,' '(9 Sacred iv Note. Head now wounded f and others, that verses usually omitted in the Hymnals have been restored. No condensations ', or changes in the text, have been attempted by the com- piler, and the hymns, with the exceptions named, are printed injull, as this volume is not designed for use in public worship, but solely for devotional reading. ©in ant* JFamtliar 53pmns. A SAFE STRONGHOLD. A safe stronghold our God is still, A trusty shield and weapon; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient Prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow. With force of arms we nothing can, P\iH soon were we down-ridden; But for us fights the proper Man, Whom God Himself hath bidden. Ask ye, who is this same ? Christ Jesus is His name, The Lord Sabaoth's Son, He and no other one Shall conquer m the battle. Our God, our Help, And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us, We lay it not to heart so sore, Not they can overpower us. And let the Prince of ill Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit: For why ? His doom is writ, One little word shall slay him. That word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by His finger. And though they take our life, Goods, honor, children, wife, Yet is their profit small; These things shall vanish all, The Kingdom ours remaineth. Martin Luther. Tr. by Thomas Carlyle. si. alt> OUR GOD, OUR HELP. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home: God inoi'es in a mysterious Way . Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Rev. Isaac Watts, ab. GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY. God moves in a my>teriou- way His wonders to perform ; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. When all Thy Mercies, Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing; skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain: God is His own Interpreter, And He will make it plain. Willi a m Cowper. WHEN ALL THY MERCIES, O MY GOD. When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. When all Thy Mercies. 5 O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravished heart ? But Thou canst read it there. Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant world-, The glorious theme renew. Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; For O, eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise. Joseph Addison, ab How firm a Foundation. HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent word ! What more can He say than to you He hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dis- mayed, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid: I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand. " When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply: The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, thy gold to refine. "E'en down to old age, all My people shall prove, My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; As pants the Hart. 7 And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne. " The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake." George Keith, ab. AS PANTS THE HART. As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated m the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine: O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty Divine? Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God; Who will employ His aid for thee, and change those sighs To thankful hymns of joy. : Holy, Holy, Holy. God of my strength, how long shall I Like one forgotten, mourn, Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressor's scorn. My heart is pierced, as with a sword, While thus my foes upbraid: " Vain boaster, where is now thy God ? And where His promised aid? " Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, and thou shalt sing His praise again, and find Him still Thy health's eternal spring. Tate and Brady. HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty, Early in the morning our songs shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and Seraphim falling down be- fore Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shall be. Lord, hoiv happy. 9 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty, All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty, God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! Sp. Reginald Heber. O LORD, HOW HAPPY. O Lord, how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest; And feel at heart that One above In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is. working for the best. How far from this our daily life, How oft disturbed by anxious strife, By sudden wilds alarms; O could we but relinquish all Our earthly props, and simply fall On Thine almighty arms ! io With broken Heart. Could we but kneel and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer; Sure that the Father Who is nigh To still the famished raven's cry, Will hear in that we fear. We cannot trust Him as we should;- So chafes weak nature's restless mood To cast its peace away; But birds and flowerets round us preach, All, all the present evil teach Sufficient for the day. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers: Make them from self to cease, Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace. Prof. Joseph An si ice. WITH BROKEN HEART. With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pardoning grace is rich and free; God, be merciful to me. 1 smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt opprest, Guide ?ne, great Jehovah. 1 1 Christ and His cross my only plea; O God. be merciful to me. Far off I stand with tearful e Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see; O God, be merciful to me. Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee; O God, be merciful to me. And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be. God has been merciful to me. Rev. Cornelius Elven. GUIDE ME, O GREAT JEHOVAH. Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land: I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me now and evermore. Open now the crystal Fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; 12 O Day of Rest. Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my Strength and Shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside: Death of death, and hell's Destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. Rev. William Williams, ab. O DAY OF REST. O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee the high and lowly Before th' eternal Throne Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great Three in One. On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lord victorious The Spirit sent from heaven ; And thus on thee most glorious A triple light was given. Day of Rest. 13 Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land; A day of sweet refection, A day of holy love, A day of resurrection From earth to things above. To-day on weary nations The heavenly Manna falls, To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the Rest remaining To spirits of the blest; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To Thee, blest Three in One. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth 14 Safely, through another Week. SAFELY, THROUGH ANOTHER WEEK Safely, through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in His courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciled face, Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in Thee. Here we come Thy name to praise; May we feel Thy presence near: May Thy glory meet our eyes, While we in Thy house appear: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. May Thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church above. Rev. John Newton Lo y on a narrow Keck of Land, i 5 LO, ON A NARROW NECK OF LAND Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, insensible; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at Thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ? Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure, Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all Thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 1 6 The Voice of free Grace. Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live, And reign with Thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. Rev. Charles Wesley, ab. and alt. THE VOICE OF FREE GRACE. The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain ; For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a fountain ; For sin, and uncleanness, and every trans- gression, His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased our pardon, We'll praise Him again, when we pass over Jordan . Ye souls that are wounded, O flee to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy, 'tis infinite favor; Your sins are increased as high as a mountain. His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain, Hallelujah, etc. What various Hindrances. 17 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious ; O'er sin, death, and hell, He is more than victorious ; With shouting proclaim it, O trust in His passion, He saves us most freely, O glorious salva- tion ! Hallelujah, etc. With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we will praise Him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath pur- chased our pardon, We'll praise Him again, when we pass over Jordan. Rev. Richard Burdsall. ad. and alt. WHAT VARIOUS HIXDRA.XCES. What various hindrances we meet In coming to the Mercy -seat; Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there ? 1 8 What various Hindrances. Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. Restraining prayer we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. When Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; But when through weariness they failed, That moment Amalek prevailed. Have we no words? ah, think again; Words flow apace when we complain, And fill our fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all our care. Were half the breath thus vainly spent To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would oftener be, " Hear what the Lord hath done for me." O Lord, increase our faith and love, That we may all our goodness prove, And gain from Thy exhaustless store The fruits of prayer for evermore. William Cowper Come, ye disconsolate. 19 COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- guish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish. Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal. Toy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly say- Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure. Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrows but heaven can re move. Thomas Moore, v, I. 2. alt. Thomas Hastings, v. J. 20 Resting from His Work To-day. RESTING FROM HIS WORK TO-DA\ Resting from His work to-day, In the tomb the Saviour lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding-sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealed stone. Late at even there was seen, Watching long, the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. So with Thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend; Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where, in pure embalmed cell, None but Thou may ever d\\ ell. Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Rev. Thomas IVhytehead. al Lo, the Feast is spread To-day . 2 1 LO, THE FEAST IS SPREAD TO-DAY! Lo, the feast is spread to-day ! Jesus summons, come away ! From the vanity of life, from the sounds of mirth and strife, To the feast by Jesus given, Come and taste the Bread of Heaven. Why with proud excuse and vain, Spurn His mercy once again ? From amidst life's social ties, From the farm and merchandise, Come, for all is now prepared ; Freely given, be freely shared. Blessed are the lips that taste Our Redeemer's marriage feast; Blessed who on Him shall feed, Bread of Life and drink indeed. Blessed, for their thirst is o'er, They shall never hunger more. Make, then, once again your choice, Hear to-day His calling voice; Servants, do your Master's will; Bidden guests, His table fill; Come, before His wrath shall swear: Ye shall never enter there. I\tz/. Henry Alford. 22 While Thee I seek. WHILE THEE I SEEK. While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the powers of thought bestowed To Thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see: Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye without a tear, The lowering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on Thee. Miss Helm Maria Williams Sweet is the Work. 23 SWEET IS THE WORK. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. My heart shall triumph in my Lord. And bless His works, and bless His word ; His works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep His counsels, how divine. Lord, I shall share a glorious part. When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. Then shall I see, and hear, and know All 1 desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. Rev. Isaac Watts, ab. 24 Praise, my Soul. PRAISE, MY SOUL. Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore His praises sing: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. Praise Him for His grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise Him still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless: Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in His faithfulness. Father-like, He tends and spares us, Well our feeble frame He knows; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace. Angels in the height adore Him! Ye behold Him face to face: Saints triumphant bow before Him! Gathered in of every race: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. Holy Spirit, Lord of Light. 25 HOLY SPIRIT, LORD OF LIGHT. Holy Spirit, Lord of light, From Thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give. Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come, with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live. Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow. Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, Solace in the midst of woe. Light immortal, Light divine, Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill. If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turned to ill. Heal our wounds, our strength renew, On our dryness pour Thy dew ; Wash the stains of guilt away. Bend the stubborn heart and will, Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; Guide the steps that go astray. 26 Come, Thou Fount. Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend. Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys which never end. Robert II., King of France. Tr. by Rev. Edward Casivall. COME, THOU FOUNT. Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home: Jesus sought me, when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. O Master, it is good to be. 27 O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be: Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Rev. Robert Robinson. O MASTER, IT IS GOOD TO BE. O Master, it is good to be High on the mountain here with Thee; Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days; Who once received on Horeb's height The eternal laws of truth and right: Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. O Master, it is good to be With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three; Here, where the apostle's heart of rock Is nerved against temptation's shock; Here, where the son of thunder learns The thought that breathes, and word that burns; Here, where on eagle's wings we move With Him whose last best creed is love. 28 A closer Walk with God. O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee; And watch Thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine: Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured Face. O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy mount with Thee: When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We bow before the heavenly Voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, " This is My Son, O hear ye Him." Rev. Arthur Penrhyn Stanley. A CLOSER WALK WITH GOD. O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! Where is the blessedness 1 knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and I lis word ? Rise, my Soul. 29 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove ! return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee ! So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. William Ccrajper RISE, MY SOUL. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seat> prepared above. 30 Rise, my Soul. Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul, that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. Fly me, riches, fly me, cares, Whilst I that coast explore; Flattering world, with all thy snares Solicit me no more ! Pilgrims fix not here their home; Strangers tarry but a night; When the last dear morn is come, They'll rise to joyful light. Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Rev. Robert Seagrave. ab. Come, Holy Spirit. 31 COME, HOLY SPIRIT. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys: Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate, Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ? Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Rev. Isaac Watts. 32 Come, my Soul. COME, MY SOUL, THY SUIT PREPARE. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For His grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. With my burden I begin, Lord, remove this load of sin; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. Lord, I come to Thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There Thy blood -bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. Show me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die Thy people's death. Rev. John Neiuton. ab. Since oer Thy Footstool. 3 3 SINCE O'ER THY FOOTSTOOL. Since o'er Thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strewn, Oh, what magnificence must glow, My God, about Thy throne ! So brilliant here those drops of light, — There the full ocean rolls, how bright ! If night's blue curtain of the sky With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy With glittering diamonds fraught, Be, Lord, Thy temple's outer veil, What splendor at the shrine must dwell ! The dazzling sun, at noontide hour, Forth from his flaming vase, Flinging o'er earth the golden shower, Till vale and mountain blaze, But shows, O Lord ! one beam of Thine: What, then, the day where Thou dost shine! Ah ! how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays, Or how my spirit so impure Upon Thy glory gaze? Anoint, O Lord ! anoint my sight, And robe me for that world of light ! Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg. 34 Lead, kindly Light. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT. Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years ! So long Thy Power hast blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! Rev. yohn Henry Newman. When I can read my Title. 35 WHEN I CAN READ MY TITLE. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all: There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Rev, Isaac Watts. NEW EVERY MORNING. New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 36 Aivake, my Soul. New mercies, each returning day, Hover round us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we need to ask, Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. Rev. John Keble. AWAKE, MY SOUL. Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy misspent time that's past, And live this day as if thy last; Awake, my Soul. $7 Improve thy talent with due care, For the great day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon -day clear; Think how all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. By influence of the light divine, Let thy own light in good works shine; Reflect all heaven's propitious rays In ardent love and cheerful praise. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to Thee eternal King. I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir; May your devotion me inspire; That I like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend. All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. Lord, I my vow- to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 38 Glory, my God, to Thee. Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bp. Thomas Ken. ad. GLORY, MY GOD, TO THEE. Glory, my God, to Thee this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day. O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep my eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. Brightest and best. 39 When in the night I sleepless lie. My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. O, when shall I in endless day Forever chase dark sleep away, And hymns divine with angels sing, Glory to Thee eternal King. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bp. Thomas Ken. ab. BRIGHTEST AND BEST. Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- ing, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! 40 come, all ye Faithful. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devo- tion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- ing, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Bp. Reginald Heber. O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL. O come, all ye faithful, triumphantly sing, Come see in the manger the angels' dread King; To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. My Heart this Night rejoices. 4 1 True Son of the Father, He comes from the skies; The womb of the Virgin He doth not de- spise ; To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord; O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. O hark to the angels, all singing in heaven, " To God in the highest, all glory be given." To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord, O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. To Thee, then, O Jesus, this day of Thy birth, Be glory and honor through heaven and earth ; True Godhead Incarnate, Omnipotent Word: O hasten, O hasten, to worship the Lord. Unknown Author, of uncertain date. Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. MY HEART THIS NIGHT REJOICES. All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, Far and near, Sweetest angel voices: "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. 4 2 My Heart this Night rejoices. Hark ! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat: " Flee from woe and danger; Brethren, come: from all that grieves you You are freed; All you need I will surely give you." Come, then, let us hasten yonder; Here let all, Great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder; Love Him who with love is yearning; Hail the Star That from far Bright with hope is burning ! Ye who pine in weary sadness, Weep no more, For the door Now is found of gladness. Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain or loss, Can again betide you. Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted: My Heart this Night rejoices. 43 For the poisoned wounds you're feeling Help is near; One is here Mighty for their healing. Hither come, ye poor and wretched, Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched; Here are riches without measure, Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee ! Keep Thou me Close to Thee, Cast me not behind Thee ! Life of life, my heart Thou stillest, Calm I rest On Thy breast, All this void Thou fillest. Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish, Live to Thee, And with Thee Dying shall not perish; But shall dwell with Thee forever, Far on high, In the joy That can alte; never. Rez>. Paul Gerhardt, Tr. by Mis* Catherine Winkiuorth ab. 44 Hark! what mean 'those Voices? HARK! WHAT MEAN THOSE VOICES? Hark ! what mean those holy voices Sweetly warbling in the skies ? Sure the angelic host rejoices, Loudest hallelujahs rise. Hallelujah ! Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy: " Glory in the highest, glory, Glory be to God most high ! Hallelujah ! "Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. Hallelujah ! " Christ is born, the great Anointed ! Heaven and earth His glory sing ! Glad receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest and King. Hallelujah ! "Hasten, mortals, to adore Him, Learn His name and taste His joy, Till in heaven you sing before Him, Glory be to God most high I Hallelujah!" Of the Father s Love begotten. 45 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth, Spread the brightness of His glory, Till it cover all the earth. Hallelujah ! Rei>. John Cawood OF THE FATHER'S LOVE BEGOTTEN. Of the Father's love begotten, Ere the worlds began to be, He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He, Of the things that are, that have been, And the future years shall see, Evermore and evermore ! He is here, whom seers in old time Chanted of, while ages ran; Whom the voices of the Prophets Promised since the world began: Then foretold, now manifested, To receive the praise of man, Evermore and evermore ! Oh that ever-blessed birthday, When the Virgin, full of grace, Of the Holy Ghost incarnate Bare the Saviour of our race; 46 Of the Father s Lave begotten. And that Child, the world's Redeemer, First displayed His Sacred Face, Evermore and evermore ! Praise Him, O ye heavens of heavens ! Praise Him, angels in the height ! Every power and every virtue Sing the praise of God aright ! Let no tongue of man be silent, Let each heart and voice unite, Evermore and evermore ! Thee let age, and Thee let manhood, Thee let choirs of infants sing; Thee the matrons and the virgins, And the children answering: Let their modest song re-echo, And their heart its praises bring, Evermore and evermore ! Laud and honor to the Father ! Laud and honor to the Son ! Laud and honor to the Spirit ! Ever Three and ever One: Consubstantia', co-eternal, While unending ages run, Evermore and evermore ! Tr. from " Clemens Auretius Prudentiut" // came upon the Midnight char. 4 7 IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: " Peace to the earth, good-will to men From heaven's all-gracious King!" The world in solemn stillness lay- To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Vet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel -strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And men, at war with men, hear not The love-song which they bring: Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing! And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low; 48 At the Cross her Station keeping. Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: Oh! rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing! For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When Peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. Rev. Edmund Haniilton Sears. AT THE CROSS HER STATION KEEPING. At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Where He hung, her Son and Lord; For her soul, of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. Oh, how sad and sore distressed Now was she, that Mother blessed Of the sole-begotten One; At the Cross her Station keeping. 49 Deep the woe of her affliction When she saw the Crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. Who, on Christ's dear Mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep ? Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep ? For His people's sins chastised She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns en- twined ; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His Spirit He resigned. Jesu, may such deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind! That my heart, fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. From the Latin of Jacopbne. ab. 50 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? ALAS, AND DID MY SAVIOUR BLEED? Alas, and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears: Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, And melt, mine eyes, to tears. But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. Rev, Isaac Watts, ab. When I survey the wondrous Cross. 5 1 WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ? Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so Divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Rev. Isaac Watts. 52 sacred Head! now wounded. O SACRED HEAD! NOW WOUNDED. O sacred Head! now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down. Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy only crown; O sacred Head! what glory, What bliss, till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. O noblest brow, and dearest! In other days the world All feared when Thou appearedst: What shame on Thee is hurled! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn; How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! The blushes late residing Upon that holy cheek, The roses once abiding Upon those lips so meek, Alas! they have departed; Wan Death has rifled all! For weak and broken-hearted, I see Thy body fall. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain: O sacred Head ! now wounded. 53 Mine, mine, was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. Lo! here I fall, my Saviour: 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Receive me, my Redeemer: My Shepherd, make me Thine, Of every good the fountain, Thou art the spring of mine. Thy lips with love distilling, And milk of truth sincere, With heaven's bliss are filling That soul that trembles here. Beside Thee, Lord, I've taken My place — forbid me not! Hence will I ne'er be shaken, Though Thou to death be brought, If pain's last paleness hold Thee, In agony opprest, Then, then, will I enfold Thee Within this arm and breast! The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. My Lord of life, desiring Thy glory now to see, 54 sacred Head ! now wounded. Beside the cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end! O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. And when I am departing, O part not Thou from me! When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord, and set me free! And when my heart must languish Amidst the final throe, Release me from mine anguish By Thine own pain and woe! Be near me when I'm dying, Oh! show Thy cross to me; And for my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free! These eyes new faith receivin ; From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love. Rev. Pa 7/ 1 Gerhardt. Tr. by Rev. James IV. Alexander. Christ \ the Life of all. 55 CHRIST, THE T1FE OF ALL. Christ, the Lite of all the living, Christ, the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessed Jesus, unto Thee. Thou, ah, Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod ; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee O Thou sinless Son of God ! Only Thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessed Jesus, unto Thee. Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall un me; Stoodest falsely charged and lonely, That I might be safe and free; Comfortless, that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessed Jesus, unto Thee. Then for all that wrought our pardon, Pur Thy sorrows deep and sore, 5 6 Now, my Soul, thy Voice upraising. Por Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death; For that last and bitter cry, Praise Thee evermore on high. From German of Ernst Christoph Homburg. NOW, MY SOUL, THY VOICE UPRAISING. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Tell in sweet and mournful strain, How the Crucified, enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of His love was offered, Sinless was for sinners slain. Scourged with unrelenting fury For the sins which we deplore, By His livid stripes He heals us, Raising us to fall no more: All our bruises gently soothing, Binding up the bleeding sore. See, His hands and feet are fastened ; So He makes His people free: Not a wound whence blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be; Yea the very nails which nail Him Nail us also to the tree. The Ro\ 'a/ Banna's forward go. 5 7 Through His heart the spear is piercing, Though His foes have seen Him die ; Blood and water thence are streaming In a tide of mystery, Water from our guilt to cleanse us, Blood to win us crowns on high. Jesus, may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford; Let them be our cup and healing, And at length our full reward; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. Santolins Maglorianns. Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. THE ROYAL BANNERS FORWARD GO The Royal Banners forward go, The Cross shines forth in mystic glow; Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. There, whilst He hung, His sacred side By soldier's spear was opened wide, To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with His blood. Fulfilled is all that David told In true prophetic song of old, 5 8 The Royal Banners forward go. How God the nation's King should be, For God is reigning from the Tree. O Tree of Glory, Tree most fair! Ordained those Holy Limbs to bear; How bright in purple robe it stood, The purple of a Saviour's blood ! Upon its arms, so widely flung, The weight of this world's ransom hung: The ransom He alone could pay, Despoiling Satan of his prey. With fragrance dropping from each bough Sweeter than sweetest nectar Thou; Decked with the fruit of peace and praise, And glorious with triumphal lays. Hail, Altar ! hail, O Victim ! Thee Decks now Thy Passion's victory; Where life for sinners death endured, And life, by death, for man procured. To Thee, Eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done: As by the Cross Thou dost restore, So rule and guide us evermore. Venantius Fortnnatus. Tr. by Rlv. John Mason Neale There is a Fountain. 59 THERE IS A FOUNTAIN. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 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. Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared (Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me ! 60 Hark! the Voice of Love. 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years. And formed by power Divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but Thine. William Cowper HARK! THE VOICE OF LOVE. Hark ! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See ! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky: " It is finished ! " Hear the dying Saviour cry. "It is finished ! " O what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ, the Lord: "It is finished ! " Saints, the dying words record. Finished all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law; Finished all that God had promised, Death and hell no more shall awe: "It is finished ! " Saints, from hence your comfort draw. Rev. Jonathan Evans In the Cross of Christ I glory. 61 .IN THE CROSS OF CHRIST I GLORY. In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming, Adds more lustre to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure; Joys that through all time abide. In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. Sir John Bowring 6 2 O Jesus , we adore Thee. O JESUS, WE ADORE THEE. O Jesus, we adore Thee, Upon the cross, our King: We bow our hearts before Thee; Thy gracious Name we sing: That Name hath brought salvation, That Name, in life our stay; Our peace, our consolation When life shall fade away. Yet doth the world disdain Thee, Still passing by Thy cross: Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; All else we count but loss. The grief Thy soul endured, Who can that grief declare ? Thy pains have thus assured That Thou Thy foes wilt spare. Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee, And nailed Thee to the tree: Our pride, O Lord, disdained Thee; Yet deign our Hope to be. O glorious King, we bless Thee, No longer pass Thee by; O Jesus, we confess Thee Our Lord enthroned on high. Thy wounds, Thy grief beholding, With Thee, O Lord, we grieve; Jesus, thy Blood. 63 Thee in our hearts enfolding, Our hearts Thy wounds receive: Lord, grant to us remission; Life through Thy death restore; Yea, grant us the fruition Of life for evermore. Rev. A} tliur Tozer Russel. JESUS, THY BLOOD. Jesus, Thy Blood and Righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolved through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the P'ather's bosom came, Who died for me, e'en me to atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. Lord, I believe Thy precious blood, Which at the mercy -seat of God Forever doth for sinners plead, For me — e'en for my soul — was shed. 64 Jesus, thy Blood. Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then, this shall be all my plea: Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. Thus Abraham, the Friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood ; Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim; Sinners of whom the chief I am. Jesus, be endless praise to Thee, Whose boundless mercy hath for me, For me, and all Thy hands have made, An everlasting ransom paid. Ah! give to all Thy servants, Lord, With power to speak Thy gracious word; That all who to Thy wounds will flee, May find eternal life in Thee. Thou, God of power, Thou, God of love, Let the whole world Thy mercy prove! Now let Thy word o'er all prevail ; Now take the spoils of death and hell. Nikolaus Ludivig Zinzendorf. ab. Tr. by Rev. John Weshy. Szveet the Moments. 6 SWEET THE MOMENTS Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life and health and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend. Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie; While I see Divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze: Love I much? I've much forgiven, — ■ I'm a miracle of grace. Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears His feet I'll bathe; Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove His wounds each day more healing And Himself most deeply know! Rev. Walter Shirley, 66 The Morning purples all the Sky. THE MORNING PURPLES ALL THE SKY. The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings; Defeated hell stands sullen by, The world exulting sings: Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory! While He, the King all strong to save, Rends the dark doors away, And through the breaches of the grave Strides forth into the day. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory! Death's captive, in his gloomy prison Fast fettered He has lain; But He has mastered death, is risen, And death wears now the chain. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ's great victory! The shining angels cry, "Away With grief; no spices bring; Hallelujah! Hallelujah/ 67 Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, Should greet the rising King ! " Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High, For Christ'.^ great victory! That Thou our Paschal Lamb may-t be, And endless joy begin, Jesus. Deliverer, set us free From the dread death of sin. Glory to God! our glad lips cry; All praise and worship be On earth, in heaven, to God Most High For Christ's great victory! Rev. Alexander R. Thompson. HALLELUJAH ! HALLELUJAH ! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Finished is the battle now: The crown is on the Victor's brow! Hence with sadness ! Sing with gladness, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! After sharp death that Him befell, Jesus Christ hath conquered hell. 68 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Earth is singing, Heaven is ringing, Hallelujah ! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! On the third morning He arose, Bright with victory o'er His foes. Sing we lauding, And applauding, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! He hath closed hell's brazen door, And heaven is open evermore! Hence with sadness! Sing with gladness, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Lord, by Thy wounds we call on Thee, So from ill death to set us free, That our living Be thanksgiving! Hallelujah! Latin Hymn of Tzvclfth Century. Tr. by Rez>. John Mason Neale. To Hi/h. Who for > ur Sins. 6y TO HJM, WHO FOR OUR SINS. To Him, who for our sins was slam, To Him, for all His dying pain. Sing we Halleluiah! To Him, the Lamb our sacrifice, Who gave His soul our ransom-price, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him, who died that we might die To sin, and live with Him on high, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him, who rose that we might ri^e And reign with Him beyond the skies, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him, who now for us doth plead And helpeth us in all our need, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him, who doth prepare on high Our home in immortality, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him be glory evermore; Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore; Sing we Hallelujah! To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God most great, our joy and boast, Sing we Hallelujah! Rev. Arthur Tozer Russcl. 70 9 Tis the Day of Resurrection. 'TIS THE DAY OF RESURRECTION. 'Tis the day of Resurrection, Earth ! tell it out abroad ! The Passover of gladness! The Passover of God ! From Death to life Eternal, — From this world to the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, With hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, That we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection light: And, listening to His accents, May hear, so calm and plain, His own "All hail!" — and hearing, May raise the victor strain! Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth her song begin! Let the round world keep triumph, And all that is therein: Invisible and visible Their notes let all things blend, — For Christ the Lord hath risen, Our joy that hath no end. John of Damascus. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. Come, ye Faithful 7 COME, YE FAITHFUL. Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness! God hath brought His Israel Into joy from sadness. Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. Tis the spring of souls to-day: Christ hath burst His prison; And from three days' sleep in death, As a sun, hath risen. All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From His light, to whom we give Laud and praise undying. Now the queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal Fea^t of feasts, Comes its joy to render: Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes, in unwearied strains, Jesu's Resurrection. Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, 7 2 Still thy sorrow, Magdalena ! Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold Thee as a mortal: But to-day admidst the twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace, which evermore Passeth human knowing. John of Damascus. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. STILL THY SORROW, MAGDALENA. Still thy sorrow, Magdalena ! Wipe the tear-drops from thine eyes; Not at Simon's board Thou kneelest, Pouring thy repentant sighs: All with thy glad heart rejoices; All things sing with happy voices, Hallelujah ! Laugh with rapture, Magdalena ! Be thy drooping forehead bright; Banished now is every anguish, Breaks anew thy morning light: Christ from death the world hath freed; He is risen, is risen indeed: Hallelujah? Joy ! exult, O Magdalena ! He hath burst the rocky prison; Ended are the days of darkness; Conqueror hath He arisen. See, the Conqueror. 73 Mourn no more the Christ departed ; Run to welcome Him, glad -hearted: Hallelujah ! Lift thine eyes, O Magdalena ! See ! thy living Master stands; See His face, as ever, smiling; See those wounds upon His hands, On His feet, His sacred side, — Gems that deck the Glorified ; Hallelujah ! Live, now live, O Magdalena ! Shining is thy new-born day; Let thy bosom pant with pleasure, Death's poor terror flee away; Far from thee the tears of sadness, Welcome love, and welcome gladness ! Hallelujah ! From the Latin. Tr. by Rev. Edward A. IVashburn. SEE, THE CONQUEROR. See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds His chariot To His heavenly palace-gate; 74 See, the Conqueror. Hark, the choirs of angel-voices Joyful Hallelujahs sing! And the portals high are lifted, To receive their heavenly King. Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of Jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory; He who on the cross did suffer, He who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death hath spoiled His foes. Now our heavenly Aaron enters, With His blood within the veil; Joshua now is come to Canaan, And the kings before Him quail; Now He plants the tribes of Israel In their promised resting-place; Now our great Elijah offers Double portion of His grace. Thou hast raised our human nature On the clouds to God's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with Thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord, in Thine Ascension We by faith behold our own. i/ ; is gone; beyond the Skies. 75 Lift us up from earth to heaven, Give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspirations Wafting us to realms above; That, with hearts and mind- uplifted. We with Christ our Lord may dwell, Where He sits enthroned in glory In the heavenly citadel. So at last, when He appeareth, We from out our graves may spring, With our youth renewed like eagles', Flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of heaven, And may meet Him in the air, Rise to realms where He is reigning, And may reign forever there. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth, ab HE 15 GONE; BEYOND THE SKIES, He is gone; beyond the skies, A cloud receives Him from our eyes, Gone beyond the highest height Of mortal gaze or angel's flight; Through the veils of time and space, Passed into the holiest place: All the toil. • lone, Ail the battle fought and won. J 6 He is gone; beyond the Skies. He is gone; and we return, And our hearts within us burn ; Olivet no more shall greet, With welcome shout His coming feet; Never shall we track Him more On Gennesareth's glistening shore; Never in that look or voice Shall Zion's walls again rejoice. He is gone; and we remain In this world of sin and pam, In the void which He has left; On this earth of Him bereft, We have still His work to do, We can still His path pursue; Seek Him both in friend or foe, In ourselves His image show. He is gone; but we once more Shall behold Him as before, In the heaven of heavens the same As on earth He went and came; In the many mansions there, Place for us He will prepare; In that world, unseen, unknown, He and we may yet be one. He is gone, but not in vain; Wait until He comes again; He is risen, He is not here; Far above this earthly sphere, Our Lord is risen. 77 Evermore in heart and mind, There our peace in Him we find; To our own Eternal Friend Thitherward let us ascend. Re-*. 1 . Arthur Penrhyn Stanley OUR LORD IS RISEN. Our Lord is risen from the dead: Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. There His triumphant chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way! Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the ethereal scene: He claims these mansions as His right; Receive the King of glory in ! Who is the King of glory ? who ? The Lord who all our foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. Lo ! His triumphant chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 78 All hail the Power. Who is the King of glory ? who ? The Lord, of glorious power possessed; The King of saints and angels too; God over all, forever blest ! Rev. Charles Wesley. ALL HAIL THE POWER. All hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, To crown Him Lord of all ! Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, And, as they tune it, fall Before His face who tunes their choir, And crown Him Lord of all ! Crown Him, ye morning-stars of light ! Who fixed this floating ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all ! Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from His altar call; Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all ! Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all ! The Head that once was Crowned. 79 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, — Whom David Lord did call, — The God incarnate, Man Divine, And crown Him Lord of all ! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all ! Let every tribe and every tongue On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all ! Rev. Edward Perronet. THE HEAD THAT ONCE WAS CROWNED. The Head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. The highest place that heaven affords Is His, is His by right,— " The King of kings, and Lord of lords," And heaven's eternal Light ! The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom He manifests His love, And grants His name to know. 80 Son of God, to Thee I cry. To them, the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name an everlasting name, Their joy the joy of heaven. They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above; Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him; His people's hope, His people's health, Their everlasting theme. Rev. Thomas Kelly. SON OF GOD, TO THEE I CRY. Son of God, to Thee I cry: By the holy mystery Of Thy dwelling here on earth; By Thy pure and holy birth, Lord, Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me. Lamb of God, to Thee I cry: By Thy bitter agony, By Thy pangs to us unknown, By Thy Spirit's parting groan, Lord, Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me. I know that my Redeemer lives. 81 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry: By Thy glorious majesty, By Thy triumph o'er the grave, Meek to suffer, strong to save, Lord, Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me. Lord of glory, God most High, Man exalted to the sky, With Thy love my bosom fill, Prompt me to perform Thy will; Then Thy glory I shall see, Thou wilt bring me home to Thee. Bp. Richard Mont. I KNOW THAT MY REDEEMER LIVES. I know that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me; A token of His love He gives, A pledge of liberty. I find Him lifting up my head, He brings salvation near: His presence makes me free indeed, And He will soon appear. Far spent is the Egyptian night Of fear, and pain, and grief: And lo, I see the morning light That brings assured relief. 8 2 We were not with the Faithful. Jesus, I hang upon Thy word; I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, And to Thyself receive. When God is mine, and I am His, Of paradise possessed, I taste unutterable bliss, And everlasting rest. Rev. Charles Wesley. WE WERE NOT WITH THE FAITHFUL. We were not with the faithful few W 7 ho stood Thy bitter cross around, Nor heard Thy prayer for those that slew, Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground; We saw no spear- wound pierce Thy side: Yet we believe that Thou hast died. No angel's message met our ear On that first glorious Easter day, — " The Lord is risen. He is not here: Come, see the place where Jesus lay!" But we believe that Thou didst quell The banded powers of death and hell. We saw Thee not return on high; And now. our longing sight to bless, No ray of glory from the sky Jesus, I my Cross have taken. 83 Shines down upon our wilderness: Vet we believe that Thou art there, And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer. From the Canterbury Hymnal. JESUS, I MY CROSS HAVE TAKEN. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee, Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought or hoped or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own. Let the world despise and leave me; They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me: Thou art not like them, untrue. And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might! Foes may hate, and friends may shun me Show Thy face and all is bright. Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn and pain: In Thy service pain is pleasure; With Thy favor, loss is gain. 84 Jesus, I my Cross have taken. I have called Thee Abba, Father, I have stayed my heart on Thee : Storms may howl, and clouds may gather All must work for good to me. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left lo me! Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee! Take, my soul, thy full salvation! Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee; Child of heaven, should 'st thou repine? Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to full fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. Jesu, Name all Names above. 85 JESU, NAME ALL NAMES ABOVE. Tesu. name all names above, Jesu, best and dearest, Jesu, Fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest! Jesu, source of grace completest, Jesu truest, Jesu sweetest, Jesu, Well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine! Jesu, open me the gate Which the sinner entered, Who in his last dying state Wholly on Thee ventured. Thou whose wounds are ever pleading, And Thy passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in Paradise! Thou didst call the prodigal; Thou didst pardon Mary: Thou whose words can -never fall, Love can never vary, Lord, amidst my lost condition Give — for Thou canst give — contrition! Thou can'st pardon all mine ill: If Thou wilt, say, "I will"! Woe, that I have turned aside After fleshly pleasure! ! 6 Jesu y Name all Names above. Woe, that I have never tried For the heavenly treasure! Treasure, safe in homes supernal; Incorruptible, eternal! Treasure no less price hath won Than the Passion of the Son! Jesu, crowned with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression! Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession; Jesu, clad in purple raiment, For my evils making payment; Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary be in vain! When I reach Death's bitter sea, And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me, As the storm draws nigher: Jesu, leave me not to languish! Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish! Tell me, — " Verily, I say, Thou shalt be with me to-day!" Theoctistus of t lie Studium. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. Jesu! the very thought of Thee. 87 JESU! THE VERY THOUGHT OF THEE I. Jesu! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; Bat sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind! O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah! this Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. Jesu! our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize shalt be; Jesu! be Thou our glory now, And through eternity. 11. Jesu! King most wonderful! Thou Conqueror renowned! Thou Sweetness most ineffable, In whom all joys are found! 8 Jesu ! the very thought of Thee. When once Thou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine; Then earthly vanities depart; Then kindles love divine. O Jesu! Light of all below! Thou Fount of life and fire! Surpassing all the joys we know, All that we can desire: May every heart confess Thy name, And ever Thee adore; And seeking Thee, itself inflame To seek Thee more and more. Thee may our tongues forever bless; Thee may we love alone; And ever in our lives express The image of Thine own. O Jesu! Thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love. Celestial sweetness unalloyed! Who eat Thee hunger still; Who drink of Thee still feel a void, Which nought but Thou can fill. Fairest Lord Jesus. 89 O my sweet Jesu! hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end! Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Scatter the darkness of our night, And fill the world with bliss. O Jesu! spotless virgin-flower! Our love and joy! to Thee Be praise, beatitude, and power, Through all eternity. Bernard of Clairoaux. Tr. by Rev. Edward CasmaU. FAIREST LORD JESU.-. Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of nature ! Jesus, of God and of Mary the Son ! — Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor; Thee, my delight and my glory and crown ! Fair are the meadows, Fairer the woodlands, Robed in the flowery vesture of spring: Jesus is fairer. Jesus is purer, Making my sorrowful spirit to sing. 90 Awake, my Soul. Fair is the moonshine. Fairer the sunlight, Than all the starry, celestial host: Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels that heaven can boast. Anonymous. Tzve'ftk Century. AWAKE, MY SOUL. Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me; His loving-kindness, () how free ! He saw me ruined in the fall, Vet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His loving-kindness, O how great ! When I was Satan's easy prey, And deep in debt and bondage lay, He paid His life for my discharge; His loving-kindness, O how large ! Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, Where earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along; His loving-kindness, how strong ! When earthly friends forsake me quite, And I have neither skill nor might, fesu, my Lord. 9 He's sure my helper to appear; His loving-kindness, how near! Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart; But though I have Him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not ! When I shall pass death's gloomy vale, And life and mortal powers must fail, Oh ! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. Then shall I mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day; And sing with rapture and surprise His loving-kindness in the skies. There with their golden harps I'll join, And with their anthems mingle mine, And loudly sound on every chord The loving-kindne.-s