Division w^-C»-^ V Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Calvin College http://www.archive.org/details/baptistpraiseboo71full J/yVuX*- ^V c THE MAY 24 1921 / V BAPTIST ^-6|CAL^ PRAISE BOOK: FOR CONGREGATIONAL SINGING PREPARED BY RICHARD FULLER, E. M. LEVY, S. D. PHELPS, H. C. FISH, THOMAS ARMITAGE, E. T. WINKLER, W. W. EVERTS, GEO. C. LORIMER, AND BASIL MANLY, Jr. J. P. HOLBROOK, Special Musical Editor. u Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me." — Ps. 50:23. A. S. BARNES & C O. 3 NEW YOKE, & CHICAGO. THE BAPTIST PRAISE BOOK EDITIONS. 1. HYMNS AND TUNES. The complete work ; with 131 1 Hymns and 477 Tunes, besides Chants and Anthems, containing Order of Service, Full Indexes, &c. 640 pages, 8vo. 2. HYMNS ONLY. Containing the words of Hymns, Chants, and Anthems in their exact order as in the complete work, and in the same type ; also Indexes, &c. 452 pp. Small quarto. 3. CHAPEL EDITION. Comprising 550 Hymns with Tunes, the choicest from the complete work : designed for Family use, Conference Meetings, and Churches desiring a cheap collection. Same type and paper as the other editions, — pp. Small quarto. ^ ^AK PILGRIM MELODIES. New adaptations of standard hymns, for the choir. By J. E. Sweetser, Organist of the Church of the Pilgrims. 8vo. THE QUARTET AND CHORUS CHOIR; a choice collection of new adaptations of standard hymns, for the Choir. By J. P. Holbrook, Musical Editor of the Praise Book. 224 pp , quarto. UNION PRAYER BOOK : A Manual of Public Wor- ship ; also a Service for Sunday Schools and Forms for Fam- ily Devotion. 592 pp., 8vo. A. S. BARNES & COMPANY, Publishers of Manuals for Church Worship, etc., 111 & .13 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by A. S BARNES & COMPANY, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. J CONTENTS Introduction Page iv. Acknowledgments vi. A Confession of Faith vii. A Covenant viii. The Law of God — Summary ix. Scripture Sentences x. Lord's Prayer xii. Benediction , xii. Worship ■ • ■ Hymns i — 10S God: The Trinity log — 1 16 Praise to God 117 — 268 Christ's Nativity 269 — 300 " Childhood 301 — 303 M Life and Ministry 304 — 323 " Sufferings and Death . . 324 — 363 " Resurrection and Glory 364 — 391 " Second Advent 392 — 408 " Praise to Christ 409 — 492 Holy Spirit 493 — 549 Warning and Invitation 550 — 643 Penitence and Consecration. . . . 644— 728 The Church : Baptism 729 — 764 Fellowship 765 — 782 The Lord's Supper 783 — 814 Welfare 815—848 The Christian Life: Love and Gratitude.. . .Hymns 849 — 899 Graces and Duties 900 — 934 Conflict and Triumph 935 — 982 Afflictions and Encourage- ments 983 — 1036 Heaven Anticipated 1037 — 1099 Death and Immortality 1100 — 1148 Occasional : The Scriptures 1149 — 1162 The Ministry 1163 — 1179 Dedications 1180 — 1190 Home Missions 1191 — 1196 Home and Foreign Missions. 1197 — 1246 Benevolence 1247 — 1253 Our Country 1254 — 1270 Seamen 1271 — 1274 Sunday Schools 1275 — 1283 Temperance 1284 — 1288 The Year 1289 — 1311 Doxologies Pages 534 — 535 Indexes. INTRODUCTION. PECULIARITIES OF THIS WORK. The " Baptist Praise Book " differs from similar publication* in most of the following particulars : i. As its name intimates, it is peculiarly a praise book; hymns of praise to the adorable Deity, especially as the glorious Redeemer, being abundant. 2. A primary object in the publication has been to extend and improve Congregational Singing. Hence Tunes, as well as hymns, are given ; it being now an accepted conclusion that music must ac- company the words in order to secure the best results in the service of song. At the same time, an edition with hymns only (with uni- form numbers) has been prepared. 3. It is a Baptist publication. When its preparation was com- menced, no hymn and tune book for sanctuary use was available, or in prospect, except issued by some other branch of the Christian family and sought to be adapted to Baptist churches; a circumstance for the existence of which at least no good reason could be assigned. 4. This work is the offspring of love. It was voluntarily under- taken with the sole purpose of furnishing the best possible hymn and tune book for the use of the Baptist churches; and with some of the editors it is the product of a life's enthusiasm and painstaking in this special direction. 5. The "Baptist Praise Book" is believed to be richer in the precious gems of hymnology than any other volume extant. Many ol the old favorites, and of the most exquisite modern hymns, can be found in no collection except this. As is fitting, the hymns are set in a clear, bold type. INTRODUCTION. " V 6. The tunes are very largely those which have been tested by use and pronounced of current value by the universal award of Christian hearts. In some instances these are inserted more than once. The best of new tunes will also here be found. 7. The attempt has here been made, so far as singing- goes, to give to the Sabbath service somewhat of the freedom and unction of the social or vestry meetings. It is believed that the soul of the denom- ination is yearning for more warmth and spirituality in the songs of Zion. Hence revival and other melodies, if they but palpitate with real spiritual utterance, are introduced ; even in some instances where perhaps a cold criticism might have passed the edict of exclusion. Vitality has everywhere been preferred to stiff precision. 8. Children's hymns are interspersed, especially adapting the book to Sunday School anniversaries, sermons to the young, and like occasions. These are of rare value. Some are entirely new. 9. The subjects and range of the hymns are broad and compre- hensive, making the collection unusually full. They are thoroughly classified, and each verse is indexed. 10. Especial care has been given to the adaptation of hymns and tunes. In this particular no musical author excels Mr. J. P. Hol- brook, whose fine taste and varied acquisitions have been admirablv displayed in the pages of this book. 11. For such as may desire their use, a collection of Chants and Anthems, with select Scripture Sentences, a very brief Confession of Faith and Church Covenant, the Lord's Prayer and the Command- ments are given. The Chants and Anthems are among the grandest that have been composed. 12. Finally ; no pains have been spared, either in the carefulness and research of its editors, the expensiveness of copyright tunes, or the skill of mechanical execution, to make the " Baptist Praise Book " an inspiration and a joy with the great brotherhood of the Churches. And may He whose face shines on its every page, accept this labor of love, and cause it to animate the joys of His children until they unite in the chorus of praise with the redeemed in glory. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS. The musical department of this work has been intrusted to the most careful and competent critics. To Mr. J. P. Holbrook, the successful editor of the " Songs for the Sanctuary," and the composer of many beautiful tunes, special re- ference has already been made. For the valuable assistance afforded by Rev. R. Lowry, J. E. Gould, G. F. Root, W. G. Fischer, J. M. Evans, Oscar M. Newell, Asa Hull, Philip Phillips, Theo. F. Seward, S. J. Vail, Rev. L. Hartsough, and Rev. W. McDonald, grateful acknowledgments are freely expressed. Copy-right music must not be taken from this volume, for the sake of publica- tion, without the permission of those who own the same. Applications of this kind must be made either to the composers themselves or to their publishers. A CONFESSION OF FAITH. We believe— In one God, Maker and Ruler of heaven and earth, revealed as the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, equal in every divine per- fection ; a In the Holy Scriptures as his inspired Word, and the only rule of faith and practice : b In the fall of man and his condemnation as a sinner, and God's sovereign grace and love in redemption and the choice of his people :c In the way of salvation by Jesus Christ, the Son of God incarnate, who obeyed the law, suffered and died for the sins of men, and is risen and exalted a Priest and King : d In the free offer of eternal life to all in the Gospel, and the ag- gravated guilt of those who reject it : e In the necessity of regeneration by the Holy Spirit, and of repent- ance toward God and faith in Christ : f In the justification and adoption of the believer, through the blood and righteousness of Jesus : s In the Divine institution of the Christian ministry, and the visible church of professed believers with its initiatory and memorial rites, Baptism* and the Lord's Supper :h In the sacred observance of the Lord's Day, for rest, worship, and religious instruction : > In the final perseverance of all saints, through sanctification of the Spirit and obedience to the truth : J In the present life as man's only day of grace, and the soul's en- trance at death into conscious blessedness or woe : k In the resurrection of all the dead at the glorious coming of the Son of Man, and his just adjudgment of the wicked to everlasting punishment and the righteous to life eternal.1 a Eph. 4 : 6, Is. 37 : 16, Matt. 28 : 19, John 10 : 30, Acts 5 : 34. '' 2 Tim. 3 : 16, Prov. 30 : 5, 6, Phil. 3 : 16, 1 Pet. 4 : 11, Is. 8 : 20. c Rom. 5 : 12, 18, Gal. 3 : 10 ; 4 : 4, 5, Eph. 1 : 4, 1 Thess. 1:4. d Acts 4 • 12, Phil. 2 : 8, 9, 1 Pet. 3 : 18, Heb. 4 : 14 ; 1 : S, Ps. 2:6. e John 3 : 16 ; 10 : 10, Rev. 22 : 17, Matt. 11 : 24, Heb. 10 : 29. f John 3 : 3 — 8, 16, Mark. 16 : 16, Luke 13 : 3 ; 18 : 13, Acts 20 : 21. s Rom. 5 : 1, 9, Acts 13 : 38, 39, Gal. 4 : 4 — 7, 1 Cor. 1 : 30, 1 Thess. 4: 3, 1 Thess. 5 : 23, 2 Cor. 7:1. h Mark 3 : 14, Eph. 4 : n, 1 Tim. 4 : 14, Matt. 28 : 19, 20, 1 Cor. 1 : 2, Phil. 1 : 1, Acts 2 : 41, 42, Rom. 6 : 4, Luke 22 : 19, 20, 1 Cor. 11 : 26. ' Acts 20 : 7, Rev. 1 : 10, Ex. 20 : 8, Heb. 10: 25, Acts 11 : 26. j John 10 : 27, 28, 1 John 2 : 19, Phil. 1 : 6, 1 Pet. 1 : 2 — 5, Rom. 8. k Luke 16 : 22—26; 23 : 43, Rev. 22 : 11, Mark 12 :.26, 27. ] John 5 • 28, 29, Acts 24 : 15, Matt. 25 : 31 — 46, 2 Cor. 5 : 10. * Immersion only to show forth in a solemn and beautiful emblem, our faith in the crucified, buried and risen Saviour, and our death to sin and resurrection to a new life. Note. By " the visible church" is meant a local congregation, in distinction from the whole body of believers or kingdom of Christ, and from a territorial, national, or hierarchical church. The New Testament churches were evidently organizations of baptized believers, local, and independent, under Christ; their officers being pastors and deacons, bishop and elder being the same as pastor. A COVENANT. As we trust we have received, through Divine Grace, the Lord Jesus Christ, and given ourselves wholly to him, and on profession of our faith have been buried with him in baptism and thus united to his church, we do now solemnly and joyfully covenant with each other, and, by the aid of the Holy Spirit, engage — That we will walk together with brotherly love, exercising a Christian care and watchfulness over each other, participating in each other's joys, and, with tender sympathy, bearing one another's burdens and sorrows : That we will not forsake the assembling of ourselves together at the Communion and other appointed meetings, but seek and pray for the spirituality, harmony, and prosperity of this church ; sustain its worship, ordinances, discipline and doctrines; and give its claims a sacred pre-eminence over all organizations of human origin : That we will cheerfully contribute of our means, as God has pros- pered us, for the support of a faithful and evangelical ministry among us; for the relief of the poor ; and for spreading the gospel over the earth : That we will maintain private and family devotions ; religiously educate the children committed to our care; and endeavor, in purity of heart and newness of life, and good-will toward all men, to exemplify and commend our holy faith, win souls to the Saviour, and hold fast our profession till he shall come and receive us unto himself. [Relying on the grace of God, do you thus covenant arid promise f\ And now the God ol peace, who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that (neat Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant make us perfect in every good work to do his will, working in us that which is well-pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ ; to whom be glory fur ever and ever. AMEN. THE LAW OF GOD, AS WRITTEN IN THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER OF THE BOOK OF EXODUS. God spake all these words, saying, I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. I. — Thou shalt have no other gods before me. II. — Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth : thou shalt not bow clown thyself to them, nor serve them : for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me ; and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my command- ments. III. — Thou shalt not take the Name of the Lord thy God in vain ; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his Name in vain. IV. — Remember the Sabbath-day to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor, and do all thy work : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God ; in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates ; for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day ; wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath-day, and hal- lowed it. V. — Honor thy father and thy mother : that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. VI. — Thou shalt not kill. VII. — Thou shalt not commit adultery. VIII. — Thou shalt not steal. IX. — Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor. X. — Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neigh- bor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's. TI^E SUMMARY OF THE LAW BY OUR LORD JESUS CpIST. St. Matthew 22 : 37-40. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. OPENING SENTENCES. The Lord is in his holy temple : let all the earth keep silence be- fore him. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be ac- ceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.— Again I say unto you, that if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven. For, where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. Seek ve the Lord while he may be found ; call ye upon him while lie is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon linn ; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon. Thus saith the High and Lofty One that inhabiteth eternity: Whose Name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place; With him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of the contrite ones. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: A broken and a contrite heart, () God, thou wilt not despise. Rend your hearts, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God; for lie is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil. OPENING SENTENCES. xi Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, and bow myself before the high God ? shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves of a year old? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, or with ten thousands of rivers of oil ? shall I give my first-born for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul ? He hath showed thee, O man! what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God. Ask, and it shall be given you ; seek, and ye shall find ; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his Name : Bring an offer- ing and come before him : Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. Offer unto God thanksgiving, and pay thy vows unto the Most High. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us ; but, if we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. I will arise, and go to my father; and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness ; for they shall be filled. Even the youth shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall : but they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength ; they shall mount up with wings as eagles ; they shall run, and not be weary ; they shall walk, and not faint. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts xu LORD'S PRAYER. with praise ; be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good : his mercy is everlasting, and his truth endureth to all gener- ations. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean* hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully. He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation. Oh come, let us worship and bow down, and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For he is our God ; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand O Lord, open thou my lips, and my mouth shall show forth thy praise. LORD'S PRAYER. Our Father which art in heaven : Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. (For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever.) Amen. BENEDICTION. THE Lord bless thee, and keep thee ; the Lord make his face to shine upon tine, and be gracious unto thee; the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. Amen. — Numbers vi. I in. grace ol the Lord Jesus. Christ, and the love of God, and the < ommunion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all. Amen. — 2 Cor. *iii. 14. HYMNS AND TUNES. WORSHIP. GLADNESS. 7s & 6s. S udM^m^m j - * * & I. O day of rest and glad - ness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and I p^ff=ffi £- ^HP ^ &k T T fc* TTTWt^ ^H sad - ness, Most beau-ti - ful, most bright ; On thee, the high and low - ly, Bend- PS piprrrr^ i » ^ES ing be- fore the throne, Sing, Ho- ly, Ho-ly, Ho - ly, To the Great Three in One. PP ^ P 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth : On thee, for our salvation Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee, our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from Heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 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. 4 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. Wordsworth. IO WORSHIP. SABBATH. 7s. 6 lines. -J N — N — K I. Safe-lv thro' an- oth-er week God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek Wait-in i of thv saints, For the brightness of J±.-J- „ „ „ „ ■ * thy face, For thy full-ness, God of grace ! 2 Happy birds that sing and fly Round thy altars, O Most High ! Happier souls that find a rest In their Heavenly Father's breast ! Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. t, Happy souls ! their praises flow, Even in this vale of woe Waters in the desert rise, Manna fids them from the skies; < >n they go from strength to strength, Till they reach thy throne at length ; At thy feet adoring fall, Who ha >t led them sale through all. 4 lyord, I).- mine this prize to win, Guide me through this world of sin ; p ni'- by thy saving gra< e, < I thy side a pla< e ; Sun and Shield alike thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart ; Grace and glory flow from thee, Shed, oh, shed them, Lord, on me. Lyte. Light of life, seraphic fire, Love divine, thyself impart ; Every fainting soul inspire ; Enter every drooping heart ; Every mournful sinner cheer, Scatter all our guilty gloom ; Son of God ! appear, appear, To thy human temples come. Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ; Fill us with thy glorious power, Set us free from all our sin : Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; be thou all our heart's desire, All our joy, and all our peace. C. Wesley. WORSHIP. 13 LENOX. H. M. CONGREGA T'ON. Edson. g^=g^E^is#d^-*M^P^ddd^i^i8 I. A-wake, ye saints, awake, And hail this sa-cred day ; In loftiest songs of praise t^mmm ■—1 — =i=_i^=» CHOIR. Welcome the day that God hath blest, The |lE^sjiE^ESfa=^=^3^^^=[ SB Your jo}r-ful homage pay: # r ^ Wei Welcome the day that f^ p£ ?= Welcome the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's e- type of heaven's e - ter - nal rest. ^M ES come the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's e - God hath blest, The type of heaven's e - J n. . n ■ £ ter ter nal nal rest, rest. &*=£=£ fe* ^ f 9 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose ; He burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruits of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings : Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, Thro' endless years to live and reign. CoTTERILL. JO Children's Hymn. i When little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, At every word he spoke, How much did he rejoice ! O blessed, happy child, to find The God of heaven so near and kind ! If God would speak to me, And say he was my friend. How happy I should be, Oh, how would I attend ! The smallest sin I then should fear, If God Almighty were so near. And does he never speak ? Oh, yes ; for, in his word, He bids me come and seek The God that Samuel heard : In almost every page I see The God of Samuel calls to me Like Samuel, let me say, Whene'er I read his word, " Speak, Lord ; I would obey The voice that I have heard. And when I in thy house appear, - Speak, for thy servant waits to hear." Jane Taylor. 14 WORSHIP, LISCHER. H. M -4 — L. Mason. Arr. thy sa - cred house l' ) Where saints with morn-ing vows, 17 come with will full as - sem ing blj feet, meet : Thy power di - vine shall here be shown, And from thy throne thy 1 - -^^^l^u=^U^-^ mer - cy shine, And from thy throne thy_ mer - cy shine. And from thy throne thy mer shine. 1 I 2 ( )h send thy light abroad ! Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God, And guide my doubtful way: I'll hear thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, And all my sorrows heal ; Hen- health and strength divine, ( >h make my bosom feel ! lake balmy dew, shall Jesus' voi< e My bones rejoice, my strength renew 4 Thus in thy holy hill, Before thine altar, Lord, M h irp and son- shall sound I he glories of thy word : 1 1 ii 'forth to thee, ( ) God of grace, in of praise my life shall be. Dwich i I 2 i Wu 1 omi . delightful mom, iu d.n of ;ai red resl ; I hail thy kind return ; Lord, make these moments blest ! From the low train of mortal toys 1 soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face ; Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless the sacred hours : Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. IIavwarr. DOXOLOGY. To God, die Father, Son, And Spirit ever blest, Eternal Three in One, \ll worship be addrest : As heretofore it was, is now. And shall be so, for evermore- WORSHIP. 15 Williams. 1. How pleased and blest was I To hear the peo-ple cry, " Come, let us seek our God to - day !': jji^=HJE|^Efeij^fc=g Ltf» — & — & — & — '-.s'- Yes, with a cheerful zeal We'll haste to Zi - on's hill, And there our vows and hon-ors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round: In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's greater Son Has fixed his royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment here : He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest : The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase — A thousand blessings on him rest ! 5 My tongue repeats her vows, " Peace to this sacred house ! " For here my friends and kindred dwell ; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Watts. 14 i 'Tis heaven begun below To hear Christ's praises flow In Zion where his Name is known : What will it be above To sing redeeming love, And cast our crowns before his throne ! 2 Oh, what sweet company We then shall hear and see ! What harmony will there abound, When souls unnumbered sing The praise of Zion's King, Nor one dissenting voice is found ! 3 With everlasting joy, Such as will never cloy, We shall be filled, nor wish for more ; Bright as meridian day, Calm as the evening ray, Full as a sea without a shore. 4 Till that blest period come, Zion shall be my home ; And may I never thence remove Till. from the church below To heaven at once I go, And there commune in perfect love ! SWAIN i6 WORSHIP DARLEY. L. M i Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by :_-: ^=JU^± rf= ■*j± £ morn-ina: light, And talk of all thy truth at night, J2J> J* And talk of all J3 * #r J^ ^V thy truth at night. j Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal cares shall seize my breast : ( ) may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die : Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But 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. 6 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 1 6 i IF »w pleasant, how divinely fair, 0 Lord of hosts, thy dw< llings are ! With long desire my spirit faints l ■ in :e1 tir assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; panting I i ml foi God I Watts. My God, my King, why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who dwell on high, Around thy throne, above the sky ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the soitls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate ; God is their strength ; and through the road, They lean upon their helper, God. Watts. 1 How sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord ! Dear Saviour, on thy people smile, According to thy faithful word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee; O Lord, behold us at thy feet! Let this the gate of heaven be. 3 " ( 'hief of ten thousands," now appear, That we by faith may view thy lace; < >h, speak, that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill the place. Kbli.y, WORSHIP. DUKE STREET. L. M. \7 }. Hatton. 1. My opening eyes with rap - ture see The dawn of thy re - turn-ing day ; - T My thoughts, O God, as - cend to thee, While thus my ear - ly vows I pay. J. in !=•=# & =£A I 5^at ^ flf^f ^ j±* 20 1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 O long-expected day, begin ! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death to rest with God. Doddridge. 21 1 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below ; Not all that careless sinners say, .Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 Oh, write upon my memory, Lord, The truths and precepts of thy word ! That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before. Watts. l8 2 Oh, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away ; Nor let me feel one vain desire — One sinful thought through all the day. 3 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. T r^ J- HUTTON. I U i Dear is the hallowed morn to me, When Sabbath bells awake the day, And, by their sacred minstrelsy, Call me from earthly cares away. 2 And dear to me the winged hour Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. 3 And dear to me the loud Amen, Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells, and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God. 4. Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's And lets my spirit loose again, [bands, 5 Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms ; Ours be the prophet's car of fire That bears us to a Father's arms. Cunningham. (8 worship. J. E. Gould, id liney Spohr. Re - turn, my soul, en -joy the rest; Im- prove the day thy God hath blest Organ. 22 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love as- signs So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise Vs grateful incense to the skies ; And draw from heaven that sweet re- pose Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast I- the dear pledge of glorious rest Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties let the day In holy pleasures pass away. How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. i Swi.it is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; for these blest hours the world l leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 Season of rest | the tranquil soul i < aim, and melts to love; And while th( d moraenl i sees the smiling heaven above. 3 Nor will our days of toil be long ; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God. Edmeston. 24 i Millions within thy courts have met, Millions, this day, before thee bowed ; Their faces Zion-ward were set, Vows with their lips to thee they vowed. 2 Soon as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, or deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath, all round the world, to keep. 3 From east to west, the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs ; And still, when evening stretched her shade, The stars came out to hear their songs. 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 1 lath failed this day some suit to gain,- To those in trouble thou wert nigh : Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 5 Yet one prayer more ! — and be it one, I n which both heaven and earth accord Fulfill thy promise to thy Son j Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord! Montgomery. WORSHIP. 19 EVENING BELLS. L. M. 6 lines. fc 1 ^SEE=5 =T3=j'5=r;=[ ■*— J- ^zES:^Sl _-£:_£i rar 1. Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go ; Thy word in - to our minds in D. C Thro' life's long day, and death's dark night, O gen -tie Je - sus, be our Fine. - still : light. B.C. -2--^ ^: — * ^-zg. <* zg. :?-- -& And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With low - ly love and fer - vent The day is gone, its hours have run, And thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day, etc. Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day, etc. Do more than pardon, give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like thee. Through life's long day, etc Faber. INTERCESSION. t¥ M. 6 lines. J. Fawcett. mMmmm 1-J-rJ-J 1- •{ ^=3=*-- -f=;= 3e^ When, streaming from the east-ern O Sun of right-eous-ness di -J- i±£E S ^SEg skies, The morning light sa - lutes mine eyes, ) vine, On me with beams of mer - cy shine ! ) ~J: Jrj. gEEfe =^= t—t -J i- 23 ki E3: --M=a\z ^EEj= st Oh ! chase the clouds of guilt a - way, 1 — And turn my dark- ness in - to day. -$=& h :e= =fz: **=&= 26 2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, [shame, And, mourning o'er my guilt and Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, And be my Advocate with God. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And, as each morning sun shall rise, Oh, lead me onward to the skies ! And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors clone, Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face and sing thy praise. W. Shrubsolb. 20 WORSHIP. RETREAT. L. M i. From ev - ery storm-y wind that blows, From ev - ery swell-ing tide of woes, There is a calm, a sur re-treat — Tis found be-neath the mer - cy ■^ - . -r ,1s- — . A .. -r — ,-<*■ -r *> — -r . -p- ■ — J seat. ?= ?-"■£: ^: r~rr~r ^ 27 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place, than all besides, more sweet — It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 There is a scene, where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Tin lugh sundered far, by faith they meet? Around one common mercy-scat. 4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more, And heav'n comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 5 Oh. let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget thy mercy-seat ! Stowell. 2 8 1 My Clod, is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, \ - thai which calls me to thy feet, The 1 aim and b il) hour of prayer? 2 Then is my strength by thee renewed ; 'I hen are my sins by thee forgiven ; Then dost thou 1 heer my solitude, With < lear and beauteous h< »p< .1 il. 3 v 1 words 1 an tell whal sweel relief, , want I find ; What strength for warfare, balm for grief,. What deep and cheerful peace of mind I 4 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In faithful, filial prayer to thee ! C. Elliot. 29 i What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy-seat ! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there ? 2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds with- draw ; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 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. 4 Have you no words? ah! think again ; Words flow apace when you complain, And fill a fellow-creature's ear Wilh the sad tale of all your care. 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would oftener be, " 1 1 ear u hit the Lord hath done forme!" COWPEK. WORSHIP. MORNING HYMN. L. M. 21 Bartholomew, 1761. PE*4 1. A - wake, my soul, and with the sun Thy dai - ly stage of du - ty run ; -Ez $^t=$ W=f=r ■X p=£ ^s^^^ u -^m ■%>—#A 5C Shake off dull sloth, and joy - ful rise To pay thy morn -ing sac- ri - fice. J dt !f= # ^ ii^ p 3=e =r -& 30 2 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. 3 Glory 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 ! 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew • Disperse my sins as morning clew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 3 Ken. Hast thou within a care so deep, It chases from thine eyelids sleep ? To thy Redeemer take that care, And change anxiety to prayer. Hast thou a hope with which thy heart Would almost feel it death to part ? Entreat thy God that hope to crown, Or give thee strength to lay it down. 3 Hast thou a friend whose image dear May prove an idol worshipped here ? Implore the Lord that nought may be A shadow between heaven and thee. 4 Whate'er the care that breaks thy rest,. ■ Whate'er the wish that swells thy breast, Spread before God that wish, that care, And change anxiety to prayer. 1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies : 2 Oh, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day; With ready mind and active will, March on and keep my heavenly way. 3 But I shall rove, and lose the race, If God my Sun should disappear, And leave me in this world's wide maze, To follow every wandering star. 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this. Watts. 22 WORSHIP, TALLIS' EVENING HYMN. L. M. Talus. to thee, my God, this night, For the blessings of the light Keep me, O keep mc, King of kings, Be-neath thine own Al - might-y wings. 33 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have clone ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful clay. 4 Oh, may my soul on thee repose ; And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 5 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 ! Ken. 34 i Thus far the Lord hath led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known* Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, \nd [, perhaps, am near my home; Bui he forgives my lollies past, And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body do"*i n to sleep : Pi li e is the pillow for my head, While well appointed angels keep Their wat< hful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his Name forbids my fear ; Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart ; And, in the morning, make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus,when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground ; And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Watts. 35 i Great God, to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise ; Oh let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My clays, unclouded as they pass, And every gently rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, " And witness to thy love and power. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus ; his clear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy Name. Annk Steele. WORSHIP. 23 HURSLEY. L. M. German. 1. Sun of my soul, thou Sav - iour dear, It is not night if thou be near ^^=m=m-- =£t ^^m =& ^ f: iL- fpp^ rV ^7 ^ |-f^-g, g~l — g jt=c- ? 1: r Oh, may no earth-born cloud a - rise To hide thee from thy serv - ant's eyes. m ^p 36 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere thro' the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. Keble. 37 1 O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to thee ; On thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength thy grace supplies. 2 How sweet, within thy holy place, With one accord to sing thy grace, Besieging thine attentive ear With all the force of fervent prayer. 3 Oh, may we love the house of God, Of peace and joy the blest abode; Oh, may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy. 4 The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to thee, With hearts to thee more wholly given, More weaned from earth, more fixed on heaven. 5 Lord, shower upon us from above The sacred gift of mutual love ; Each other's wants may we supply, And reign together in the sky. 38 John Chandler. i While now upon this Sabbath eve, Thy house, Almighty God, we leave, 'T is sweet, as sinks the setting sun, To think on all our duties done. 2 Oh ! evermore may all our bliss Be peaceful, pure, divine like this ; And may each Sabbath, as it flies, Fit us for joys beyond the skies. 24 WORSHIP. EASTPORT. C. M. 2 Oh, what a night was that which wrapt A guilty world in gloom ! Oh, what a sun which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind our Lord in death ; He shook their kingdom when he fell, By his expiring breath. 4 And now his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; Broken beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. 5 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ■ Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 6 Ten thousand thousand voices join To hail this happy morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings O'er nations yet unborn. Barbauld. 40 1 And now another wick begins, This day we call the Lord's ; This day he rose, who bore our sins — For so his word records. 2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing! — Their iroi< es fill the sky ; They hail their greal victorious King, And welcome him on high. 3 We '11 catch the note of lofty praise ; May we their rapture feel ; Our thankful songs with theirs we'll raise, And emulate their zeal. 4 Come then, ye saints ! and grateful sing Of Christ, our risen Lord — Of Christ, the everlasting King— Of Christ, th' incarnate word. 5 Hail, mighty Saviour! Thee we hail : High on thy throne above ; Till heart and flesh together fail, We '11 sing thy matchless love. Kelly. i Blest morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God, That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of the tomb The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our Lord, in vain ; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. Watts. WORSHIP. COLCHESTER. C. M. 25 Williams. g^-3^^±^=g^pj==j llijlfe d= E3 1. Lord, in the morn- ing thou shalt hear My voice as - cend - ing high ; =?■ # 3 ^^ I J_ -& 1 li^^^^^H^i* thee will I di - rect my prayer, To thee lift S^= up mine eye. ^#f^^ =r 42 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh, may the Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face. Watts. 43 1 Within thy house, O Lord, our God, In glory now appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thine awful seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reach every heart 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest : Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ. In realms beyond the skies. 44 1 Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here, — * Oh make our joys the same. 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was filled, When fondly in his withered arms, He clasped the holy child ! 3 "Thou art the light prepared to shine Upon the Gentile lands, Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, To break their slavish bands." 4 Jesus ! the vision of thy face, Hath overpowering charms! Scarce shall I feel death's cold em brace, If Christ be in my arms. 26 WORSHIP, MEAR " In Zi - on 1 ..= Zi - on let all ap - pear, And keep the sol - emn day !' +5 j I love her gates, I love the road ; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there, i He hears our praises and complaints ; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest ! 6 My squl shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains: There my best friends,mykindred,dwell; There God, my Saviour, reigns. Watts. +6 i COME, thou desire of all thy saints! ( >ur humble strains attend, While, with our praises and complaints. Low at thy feel we bend. 2 1 [owshould our songs,like those al With warm devotion rise ! 1 1 ■ mould our souls, on wings of love, Mounl upward to the skies ! 3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise In us the heavenly flame ! Then shall our lips resound thy praise, Our hearts adore thy name. 4 Dear Saviour ! Let thy glory shine. And fill thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine A heaven on earth appear. 5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, Come, great Redeemer ! come, And bring the bright, the glorious day, Tnat calls thy children home. Steele. 47 i My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts ! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face. Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays ; And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While ( 'hrist reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. I There, might)- God, thy words dc < \:v< The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercj tin re And sing thy praises still. V NTTS. WORSHIP. LANESBOROUGH. C. M. ^7 Arranged by L. Mason, I at faints a - way, My thirst - y spir - it faints a - way Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand ; And they must drink, or die. 3 I've seen thy glory, and thy power, Through all thy temple shine ; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 5 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus, till my last, expiring day, I'll bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing, watts. 49 i I love to see the Lord below ; His church displays his grace ; But upper worlds his glory know, And view him face to face. 2 I love to worship at his feet, Though sin annoy me there ; But saints, exalted near his seat, Have no assaults to fear. I love to meet him in his court, And taste his heavenly love ; But still his visits seem too short, Or I too soon remove. 4 He shines, and I am all delight ; He hides, and all is pain : When will he fix me in his sight, And ne'er depart again ? 5 O Lord, I love thy service now ; Thy church displays thy power , But soon in heaven I hope to bow And praise thee evermore. Watts. SO This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad. And praise surround the throne. To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread. And all his wonders tell. Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son ; Help us, O Lord — descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. Blest be the Lord who comes to men With messages of grace ; Who comes in God his Father's name To save our sinful race. Watts- 28 WORSHIP. MERTON. C. M. H. K. OLivf.s I. Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, On this sweet da}' of rest, ■0- ■+■■+■ ^ m •g>-"^=) bp , ~ „ -fg- -g- m -& — =^ ^ ^sm. 5 -m) •>- r~m=+ q^^Ci En - joy a heavenly rest ! J^J m ^- 0 ^ ■ I i Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold ^ ^£ 51 2 'Welcome and precious to my soul Are these sweet clays of love ; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above ! 3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray ; Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ; Here, in thine own appointed way, I wait to see thy face. Mason. 52 i As now the sun's declining rays At eventide descend ; So life's brief day is sinking down To its appointed end. 2 Lord, on the cross thine arms were stretched, To draw thy people nigh ■ Oh, grant us then that cross to love, And in those arms to die. 3 All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to thee, While endless asres run. WILNA. 7s. V. C. Taylor. earth thv Eg hosts, how bright, how fair, E'en tem-ples are ! -m — m- 3; 1 1 ere see Much of heaven and much of thee. IzEZ 53 2 From thy gracious presence flows th it softens all our woes ; While thy Spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne ; Her< thou m ik'sl thy glories known ; Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. 4 Thus, with sacred songs of joy, We our happy lives employ ; Love, and long it) love thee more. Till from earth to heaven we soar. 1 i i. NBR. WORSHIP. 29 HUMMEL. C. M. 7.EUNER. liSi ^ =g=l" ^ -1 1 *- To great Je - ho- vah's name ; -F • la — I. Come, let us strike our harps T =t -*=- --&- fresh, J1- 32: fc*= PPi§ ii^i *=}: ^h; ^=S= 3^3 Sweet be the ac - cents of our tongues, When we his love pro-claim. J^i bJTJ. ^~Lr S^E *z= ^ 54 2 'Twas by his bidding we were called In pain awhile to part ; 'Tis by his care we meet again, And gladness fills our heart. 3 Blest be the hand that has preserved Our feet from every snare ; And blest the goodness of the Lord, Which to this hour we share. 4 O may the Spirit's quickening power Now sanctify our joy, And warm our zeal in works of love, Our talents to employ. 5 Fast, fast our minutes fly away ; Soon shall our wanderings cease ; And with our Father we shall dwell, A family of peace ! Reed. 55 i Dear Shepherd of thy people, here Thy presence now display ; As thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray. 2 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow : 8 And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow ! 4 May we in faith receive the word, In faith present our prayers ; And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. 5 And may the gospel's joyful sound, Enforced by mighty grace, Awaken many sinners round, To come and fill the place. Newton. 56 i Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; I am for ever thine ; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free., 'T is sweet conversing on my btd With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; And when my work is done, Great God ! my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my clays, And will my slumbers keep. Needham. 3o WORSHIP. WOODSTOCK. C. M. a - while a - way DUTTON. M^I From ev - ery cum - bering care, I m- 2 I love, in solitude, to shed The penitential tear ; And all his promises to plead Where none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore ; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. EDMESTON. C. M. 4 I love, by faith, to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect cloth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless clay. Mrs. Brown. Woodbury. i. When the worn spir-it wants re- pose, And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close, That ends the wea-ry week, That ends the wea-ry week. 5« 2 How welcome is the early dawn That opens on the sight, Wli n first the soul re\ i\ Ing mom Sheds forth new rays of light. 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon wil 1 ease, Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul. .] When will my pilgrimage be done, The world's long week be o'er, That Sabbathrlawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? Bdmbston. WORSHIP, 31 BRATTLE STREET. C. M. Double. K 1 I First time. Arranged by L. Mason. I Second. j While thee I seek, pro-tect-ing Power, Be my vain wish-es stilled ; ) ' \ And may this con - se - crat - ed hour ) ■Jtl^J.rJ ■■ With ^%N^g &=M p bet - ter hopes be filled ! Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd ; To thee my tho'ts would ^f¥f^6 JL -m m ^ P fc=tg --&- PS I soar ; Thy mer - cy o'er my life has flowed ; That mer - cy I a - dore. st — : k tf* — * .— — . _ & . — S. £3: 0^ HBE 59 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 gathering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on thee. Williams. 6O Almighty God, thy word is cast Like seed into the ground ; Oh may it grow in humble hearts, And righteous fruits abound. Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove, But give it root in praying souls To bring forth fruits of love. 6l In God's own house pronounce his praise, His grace he there reveals ; To heaven your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells. . Let all your secret passions move While you rehearse his deeds ; But the great work of saving love Your highest praise exceeds. Watts. Cawood. 32 WORSHIP, Greatokex Coll. i. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tu - mult far m From scenes where Sa - =*- ^ tan wag - es still His most sue - cess - ful war. rl ~ . m w^ ■&. p 62 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee. 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace and joy and love She communes with her God ! 4 Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And — all harmonious names in one — My Saviour, thou art mine. 5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love ! A boundless, endless store ! Thy praise shall fill the realms above, When time shall be no more. COWPER. 6.1 i Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! Begone, disturbing cure ! And look, my soul, from earth away To him who heareth prayer. 2 I [ow sweel the tear of penitence, B fore his throne of gra< e, While to the contrite spirit's sense, II- shows his smiling fai 3 1 1- 1.'. sweet, through long-remembered trs, His men ies to recall, And pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, To trust his love for all. 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up To his fair home on high. 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven To dawn beyond the west ; So let my soul in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. Bacon. 64 1 A throne of grace ! then let us go And offer up our prayer ; A gracious God will mercy show To all that worship there. 2 A throne of grace ! oh, at that throne Our knees have often bent ! And God has showered his blessings down As often as we went. 3 A throne" of grace ! rejoice, ye saints ; That throne is open still ; To God unbosom your complaints, And then inquire his will. 4 A throne of grace we yet shall need Long as we draw our breath, A Saviour, too, to intercede, Till we are changed by death. WORSHIP. 33 BYEFIELD. C. M. T. Hastings. 65 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high, t Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air : His watchword at the gates of death — He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry — " Behold he prays !" 6 O thou, by whom we come to God — The Life, the Truth, the Way ■ The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord ! teach us how to pray. Montgomery. 66 1 There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay. 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ; That arm upholds the sky ; That ear is filled with angel songs ; That love is throned on high. 4 But there's a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain. 5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne ; And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down ! 67 1 Prayer is the breath of God in man, Returning whence it came ; Love is the sacred fire within, And prayer the rising flame. 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, And soothes the troubled breast ; Yields comfort to the mourning soul, And to the weary rest. 3 When God inclines the heart to pray, He hath an ear to hear ; To him there's music in a sigh, And beauty in a tear. 4 The humble suppliant cannot fail To have his wants supplied, Since he for sinners intercedes, Who once for sinners died. Beddome. 54 WORSHIP. AIN. S. M Co ngrega t to n . CORELLI. I. Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet ac - cord, And thus sur-round the throne. 2. Let those re - fuse to sing Clieir. Who nev - er knew our God, Hut 2. Let those re-fuse to sing Who nev- er knew our £l A ■ A J2-J1 J r r j A ■ A ^kJ^ J r n l 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching thro' Emmanuel' mikI To fairer worlds on high, watts. 69 1 Swi it is the work, O Lord, I hy glorious acts to sing To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour, Thy boundless love to tell ; And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. s- To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. WORSHIP, 35 LISBON. S. M. Read. i. Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord a - rise ! Wel-come to this re - viving breast, And these re- joic - ing eyes! Wel-come to this re - viving breast, And these re- joic - ing eyes! feiE 7° 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here may we sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Watts. 1 Sing to the Lord our might, With holy fervor sing ; Let hearts and instruments unite To praise the heavenly King. 2 This is his holy house, And this his festal day, When he accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay. 3 The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given ; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to heaven. lyte. 72 1 How charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God, Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2 Not the fair palaces, To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court. 3 Here, on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. /— * Stennett. / v> 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join ! With saints his goodness to record, And sing his power divine ! 2 These seasons of delight The dawn of glory seem, Like rays of pure celestial light, Which on our spirits beam. 3 Oh, blest assurance this ! Bright morn of heavenly day ; Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, That cheers the pilgrim's way. 74 1 Jesus, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim ; Thou in the midst of us wilt be, Assembled in thy name. 2 Thy name salvation is, Which here we come to prove ; Thy name is life, and health, and peace, And everlasting love. c. Wesley. 36 W ORSH1P DENNIS. S. M. Nageli. bfe-^ — J i J - ■> -i — I 1 ■ 1— rr~r — I — — 1 — ; — i 1 i. Come to the -f- ^O -r- house of H« — | 3 rayer, o thou af - _* — , flict - ed, come ; — s The r-T-r w-4— i 1 1 — i ^ - i =H -i 1 h^— -| — Ltz__ r i .^^j l=£=L 75 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now ; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love ; Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne Come, bow ; your voices raise ; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all, — Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call, — 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear i >ur frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won. 76 li. Taylor. 1 Come at the morning hour, Come, [el US kneel and pray; Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day. 2 At noon, beneath the Rock ( )f Ages, rest and pray ; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In the weary heat of day. 3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray ; And finding there the house of God, With heaven then close the day. 4 When midnight vails our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, With thee to watch and pray. 11 1 This is the day of light : Let there be light to-day : O Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom away. 2 This is the day of rest : Our failing strength renew ! On weary brain and troubled breast Shed thou thy freshening dew. 3 This is the day of peace : Thy peace our spirits fill ; Bid thou the blast of discord cease, The waves of strife be still. 4 This is the day of prayer : Let earth to heaven draw near ; Lift up our hearts to seek thee there ; Come down to meet us here. 5 This is the first of days ; Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to loveand praise, O Vanquisher of death I I. El I I' IV 1 1 >N. WORSHIP. 3/ BRADEN. S. M -fe- BkADBURY. fJ^p^ ^ * 31 hearts' dc - sires are ful - ly bent On mak - ing thee our guest. <& p p t* 78 2 We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round thee stand, Whose sun can never set. 3 Our sun is sinking now ; Our day is almost o'er : O Sun of Righteousness, do thou Shine on us evermore ! John Mason Neale. 79 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear ; O may we all remember well The night of death draws near. 2 We tay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest ; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we here possess. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when we early rise, And view th' unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, O may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. Lelanu. 80 1 The day of praise is done ; The evening shadows fall ; Yet pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all. 2 Around thy throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless songs to thee. 3 Too faint our anthems here ; Too soon of praise we tire ; But oh, the strains how full and cleat Of that eternal choir ! 4 Yet, Lord, to thy dear will If thou attune the heart, We in thine angels' music still May bear our lower part. 8l 1 Lord, at this closing hour, Establish every heart Upon thy word of truth and power, To keep us when we part. 2 Peace to our brethren give ; Fill all our hearts with love ; In faith and patience may we live, . And seek our rest above. E. T. Fitch. Steele. WORSHIP. HOLLEY. 7s. Geo. Hews. I. Soft - ly fades the twi - light ray Of the ho - ly Sab - bath day ; I -S- -S- -iS- f r ,r — p- ^EE3l fe^ r=F- ^E ¥ ii^ *fe* m ^ — =S :S Gen - tly as life's set - ting sun. When the Christian's course is run. ^¥ ^=^ H^=#= 82 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth, as daylight fades ; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad ; Tis the holy peace of God — Symbol of the peace within When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near, Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. 5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heaven our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. S. F. Smith. 83 Ere another Sabbath's close, Ere again we seek repose, Lord ! our song ascends to thee ; At thy feet we bow the knee. For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given, Lord of earth, and King of heaven. 3 Cold our services have been ; Mingled every prayer with sin ; But thou canst and wilt forgive ; By thy grace alone we live. 4 Whilst this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead ! When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last. 5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above ; While their steps thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end. 84 1 For a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend. 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer : Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 3 In thy strength may we be strong ; Sweeten every cross and pain ; And our wasting lives prolong, Till we meet on earth again. Nbwton. WORSHIP. 39 m zii: KOZELUCH. — I |-r*-r— j i 7s. Kozeluch. I. Soft - ly now the light of day Fades up - on. my signt a - way ; p^^^P^i Free from care, from la - bor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. fe ^--fl fe§ g=g=g NMN^s 85 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity ; Then from thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. 4 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away : Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. DOANE. fa FADING DAY. Expressively. f3 7s. r* j- t J. E. Gould. mf ^r~K^: m m m fcs ar^s^r^ ^1 :g=r=g: 9-g— r 1. Soft-ly now the light of day J=t Fades upon my sight a-way ; Free § £=£=£"£ tFp >; =S3 b» — feo — k — Soft - ly now the light of day =— PP. Fades up- on my sight a - way ; mf\ i ' ' r ■*■ - A- from care, from la - bor free,. . . . Lord, I would commune with thee;. . . . A .«L ±z A -*i .J. I m^, ^— U— ^— U> -1 i«p — =q- -jp» -t U=n — i* — L->— ^ "-" ^ M> Free from. &c. DUET. pp- -«=s=t 5^ g^ ^ =1= :F *=s= =2^t£ -it — s- ~P^ Free from care, from la - bor free, pdrfc ^£ Lord, I would com- mune with thee. c^*-r=i^: 3^e ^ 5±= -v — f- -It— |*_|E Lord, I would. commune with thee- 43 WORSHIP. SICILIAN HYMN. 8s, 7s & 4s. Mozart ^m I. Lord, dis - miss us with thy bless-ing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; i = ^21 , J.i m ^ jfe= 3=ti ea= Let us each, thy love pos- sess- ing, Tri- umph in re - dee rr.-ing grace;/ Oh, re - fresh us, Oh, re -fresh us, Traveling through the wad-er - ness. J 86 2 Thanks we give and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May thy presence, With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. \V. SlilKLEV. 87 1 God of our salvation, hear us ; Iiless, oh bless us, ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow : Saviour, keep us, Keep us safe from every foe. 2 May we live in view of heaven, W'hrr,- we hope t<> see thy face; Save us from unhallowed leaven, All that mighl obscure thy grace; ECeep us walking K.M h in his appointed place. 3 As our steps are drawing nearer To the place we call our home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. Kelly. 88 1 Keep us, Lord, oh keep us ever ; Vain our hope, if left by thee ; We are thine, oh leave us never Till thy glorious face we see : Then to praise thee Through a blight eternity. 2 Precious is thy word of promise, Precious to thy people here ; Never take thy presence from us, Jesus, Saviour, still be near: Living, (King, May thy name our spirits cheer. Kelly. DOXOLOGY. Great Jehovah, we adore thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne ; Endless praises To Jehovah, Three in One 1 WORSHIP BERLIN. lOs. Mendelssohn. i. A-bide with me ! fast falls the even - tide, The darkness deepens ; Lord,wifh me abide as&fi-f-fi^ *=«: Pr^ fc£ S: |i^ • ^O^^^^^^^'^drh- i £• ^^ When other help - ers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the help-less, oh, a-bide with me. ggggj p p-^=g=[fhifc^ jfe#£ PPP^ 89 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay on all around I see ; 0 thou who changest not, abide with me. 3 I need thy presence every passing hour, What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. 4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless • Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? 1 triumph still, if thou abide with me. 5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. lyte. ASPINWALL. Chant. H. LODER. I. Abide with me ! fast falls the ev-en-tide, The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me a-bide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, a-bide wic'h me. 4- WORSHIP. STOCKWELL. 8s & 7s. D. E. Jones. — £ 1 — ■ | f« — *- r-U 1—t-^ -^-Tti: r — I - II I. a* * Si - lent m -ly the shades of ■f- -*- *- — m m — eve -o- t- 1* ** - ! ■ ning »-ta — Galh-er round — at_* j_ my low - 1 y — *" » «. — , — <• » — lb — door ; -1= B > >~* -r =^=^=B Lj — Uj 1 -> — U — i*— =M Sr^1 Si - lent - ly they bring be - fore me Fa - ces I shall see no more. h* m . m ,T £ „ S g tH« 1« J2-JZ- 90 2 Oh, the lost, the unforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot ; Oh, the shrouded and the lonely, In our hearts they perish not. 3 Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We still hoping for its end. 4 How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that fair heaven We may hope to gain at last. 91 1 Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; See ! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Many friends were gathered round me In the bright days of the past ; But the grave has closed above them, And 1 linger here at last. 3 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows ; Paler now the glowing west ; Swift the night of death advances; Shall it be the night of rest? A I eeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord, I cast myself on thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness! While I sleepj still watch by me. 5 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! Lay my head upon thy breast Till the morning ; then awake me — Morning of eternal rest ! Mrs. C. Smith. 92 i Vainly through night's weary hours, Keep we watch lest foes alarm ; Vain our bulwarks and our towers, But for God's protecting arm. 2 Vain were all our toil and labor Did not God that labor bless ; Vain, without his grace and favor. Every talent we possess. 3 Seek we then the Lord's Anointed , He shall grant us peace and rest: Ne'er was suppliant disappointed Who to Christ his prayer addressed. Lyte. 93 1 Lo, the day of rest declineth, Gather fast the shades of night ; May the Sun which ever shineth, Fill our souls with heavenly light ! 2 While thine ear of love addressing, Thus our parting hymn we sing, Father, grant thine evening Messing, Fold us sale beneath thy wing ! R< IBBINS. WORSHIP. 43 THE LAST BEAM. ^ 3 m -i — ^ :s^»=tr -^ — ^ I. Fad - ing, still fad - ing, the iast beam is shin - ing, Fa - ther in heav - en ! the jS> f f» l-Tg f* 1*- g ^^ F^ #=f ^ig^jjg^^d^ddgfe^^^ day is de - clin-ing, Safe - ty and in - no-cence fly with the light, Tempta- & tion and P ^ i^jS^^i i^ i^f — SL-3* danger walk forth with the night : From the fall of the shade till the morning-bells chime, fEErE3E ^g^^^l *=*=i- -A. I^SEES mm Shield me from dan-ger, save me from crime. Fa-ther, have mer - cy, Fa - ther, have •p — r~ ^ ^_^, ^ ^ 4 silii 3E 3t s — & mer - cy, Fa - ther, have mercy, through Jesus Christ our Lord. SL 3l^fl ■£■ -& N^ A - men. 94 2 Father in heaven ! oh, hear when we call ! Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all ; Feeble and fainting we trust in thy might, In doubting and darkness thy love be our light ; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, Wake in thy arms when morning returns. Father, have mercy, &c. 44 WORSHIP. SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER. L. M. Wm. B. Brapbury. i. Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care, D. c. And oft es-caped the tempter's snare By thy re - turn, sweet hour of praver ^m ^^ S^fc inp Fine. m * % And bids me at my Fa-ther's throne Make all my wants and wish - es known. And oft es-caped the tempter's snare By thy re- turn, sweet hour of prayer. -«- M. m. fL .«. M. I .^ ^ -m w •- F inl m ,z».c. ms=l 3^= In sea - sons of dis- tress and grief, My soul has oft - en found re - lief, r ^^ 95 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I Thy wings shall my petition bear, To him whose truth and faithfulness, Engage the waiting soul to bless ; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer ! Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share ; Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home, and take my (light ; Tin's robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise To seize the everlasting prize ; And shout, while passing through the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. FANNV ( ROSBV WORSHIP. 45 LUTHER. S. M. i. Stand up. and biess the Lord. 'Ye people ot his choice ; Stand up. and bless the I ^^33^=3^ ^^=feE^^Effl t3FJ*3= Lord your God With heart, and soul, and voice. With heart, and soul, and voice. ^ ^ ^r 96 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify ? Oh, for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our souls inspire, And wing to heaven our thought! God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours ; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. Stand up, and bless the Lord ; The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth, for e ermore ! Montgomery. 97 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death ; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. My thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light ; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vow? . fe-rf ±h* ^ m*¥5*¥^m 99 i Praise ye the Lord, his servants, raise Your hearts and voices in his praise ; His presence seek, his name adore ; Oh. praise the Lord forevermore. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, The Lord in glory reigns on high : The best is vile, the brightest dim, The loftiest low, compared with him. 3 Yet suppliant misery's fainting groan Can reach him on his lofty throne ; And all the Godhead from above Flows down in niching grace and love. 4 Lord, to our feeble cry attend ; B still the contrite sinner's friend ; Still mark our wants, and hear our plea, And bear us on to heaven and thee. IOO I O BLESSED God, to thee I raise My voi( e in thankful hymns of praise ; And when my voice shall silent be, My silence shall be praise to thee. 'c For voice and silence both impart Tip' lili.il homage of my heart ; And both alike are understood By thee, thou Parent of all good. 3 Thy grace is all unsearchable, Thy care for me no tongue can tell : Thou lov'st my loudest praise to hear, And lov'st to bless my voiceless prayer. IOI i O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace, Thou Brightness of thy Father's face, Thou Fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Send down thy radiance from above ; And to our inmost hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless raw 3 ( )h, hallowed thus be every day ! Let meekness be our morning ray, And faithful love our noon-day light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright 4 O Christ, with each returning morn, Thine image to our hearts is borne: ( )h, may we ever clearly see ( )ur Saviour and our God in thee ! ( II ANIH.RJt WORSH IP, 47 ROMBERG. C, M. ROMBERG. i. How sweet, up - on this sa - cred day, The best of all the seven, *w^ IW 3E£ =W===I :eE: «* ^E EE H^^ =gl=t?= gE=B EdEi Wfr£ To our earth - ly thoughts a - way, ?= 3= And think iffilfc =t=?= =*FS= UMi of ^ T God and heaven ! 1^1 f God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. watts. IO4 1 Our Father, God, who art in heaven, All hallowed be thy name ; Thy kingdom come ; thy will be done In heaven and earth the same. 2 Give us this day our daily bread ; And as we those forgive Who sin against us, so may we Forgiving grace receive. 3 Into temptation lead us not ; From evil set us free ; And thine the kingdom, thine the power, And glory, ever be. Judson. IO5 1 Now that the sun is beaming bright, Once more to God we pray That he, the uncreated Light, May guide our souls this day. 2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove ; But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love. 3 And while the hours in order flow, ■ O Christ, securely fenje Our gates beleaguer'd by the foe, — The gate of every sense. Ambrose. I02 2 How sweet to be allowed to pray Our sins may be forgiven ! With filial confidence to say, " Father, who art in heaven ! " 3 How sweet the words of peace to hear From him to whom 'tis given To wake the penitential tear, And lead the way to heaven ! 4 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, The best of all the seven, When hearts unite their vows to pay Of gratitude to heaven ! Mrs. Follen. IO3 1 The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation, too ; God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires, Oh, grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God ! 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still ; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may thy children hide : 48 WORSHIP. AUTUMN 5s & 7s. Double. Spanish Air. i. Lord, with glow - ing heart I'd praise thee. For the bliss tny love be - stows ■ For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows- D. s. Thou must light the flame, or nev - er Can my love be warmed to praise Z-JB-1 "ff- & £ , -g- J. f- •*-■&- ■ f f ^ -&_ Help, O God, my weak en-deav-or; This dull soul to rap-ture raise ; m- 106 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray • Found thee lost and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away j Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before thy footstool kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless : Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise ; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. IO7 Kky- Hi \vk\-i.v Shepherd, guide us, feed us, I hrough our pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead us, Where thy (lock rejoicing go. Lord, thy guardian presence ever, Meekly bending, we implore ; We have found thee, and would never, Never wander from thee more. BlCKERSTETH. IO8 i Saviour ! breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our eyelids seal ; Sin and want we come confessing ; Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us— We are safe if thou art nigh. 2 Though the night be dark and dreary Darkness can not hide from thee: Thou art he who, never weary, Watcheth where thy people be. Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright and deathless bloom. Edmeston. GOD. DUKE STREET. L. M. S3 J. Hatton. O ho- ly, ho - ly, ho - ly Lord ' Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, Rp^^=^iga5i=f=g^^ %-dA-fe ^z i sfc ^ ^ - s* r^ T= 112 2 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too ; \\'h<> bought us with his blood From everlasting woe : And now he lives and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains. 3 To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live : His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. 4 Almighty Clod, to thee I; endless honors done, The- undivided Three, The great and glorious ( me : Where reason fails, with all her powers, There faith prevails and love adores. Watts. H3 i To him that chose us first, Before the world began ; To him that bore the curse To save rebellious man ; To him that formed our hearts anew, Is endless praise and glory duv. 2 The father's love shall run Through our immortal songs ; We bring to God the Son Hosannas on our tongues ; Our lips address the Spirit's name With equal praise and zeal the same. 3 Let every saint above, And angel round the throne, Forever bless and love The sacred Three in ( >nc ; Thus heaven shall raise his honors high, When earth and time grow old and die. Watts. THE TRINITY. 51 ITALIAN HYMN. >s & 4s. GlARDINI. 1760. ^appg^iB^pgps^ I. Come, thou Almighty King, Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise : Father all- ^L ML. -£2_ -0L J pEf glo - ri- ous, O'er all vie - to - ri- ous 3= m ome, and reign o-ver us, * — J ■ % : ? p- Ancient of Days ! Mm 2 Come, thou Incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword ; Our prayer attend ! Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success : Spirit of holiness, On us descend ! 3 Come, Holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour ! Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power ! 4 To the great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence evermore ! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. J 15 1 Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, " Let there be light." 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, C. Wesley. Sight to the inly blind, Oh, now to all mankind " Let there be light." 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth thy flight ; Move on the waters' face, Bearing the lamp of grace ; And in earth's darkest place " Let there be light." Marriott I l6 1 Father of love and power, Guard thou our evening hour, Shield with thy might ; For all thy care this day Our grateful thanks we pay, And to our Father pray, Bless us to-night. 2 Jesus Immanuel, Come in thy love to dwell In hearts contrite ; For many sins we grieve, But we thy grace receive, And in thy word believe ; Bless us to-night. 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Shed forth thy light ; Heal every sinner's smart, Still every throbbing heart, And thine own peace impart : Bless us to-night. Rawson. 52 GOD. OLD HUNDRED. L. M. m i^P t^f »i *p T *e£s ?3= ^ * j- »-^- i. Be - lore je- do- vah's aw-lui tnrone, Yc na-tions, dow with sa - cred joy: £~± ^mm ^^ » ^^^^^^^^^^L^B3 ?s~ = Know that the Lord is Goci a - lone, He can ere - ate, and he de - stroy C PiC t mimmm * in f * p "7 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wand 'ring sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care — Our souls, and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, High, as the heaven, our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command ; Vasl as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Watts. ii8 i Ye nations round the earth, rejoice \'v fore the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him withi heerful heart and voice ; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give ; We are his work, and not our own ; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair ; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind, Great is his grace, his mere}' sure ; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure. Watts. 119 i With deepest reverence at thy throne, Jehovah, peerless and unknown ! Our feeble spirits strive, in vain, A glimpse of thee, great God ! to gain. 2 Who, by the closest search, can find The eternal, uncreated mind ? Nor men, nor angels can explore Thy heights of love, thy depths of power. 3 That power we trace on every side ; ( )h ! may thy wisdom be our guide ! And while we live, and when we die. May thine almighty love be nigh. PRAISE TO GOD CREATION. L. M. 53 Haydn. i. Awake, my tongue, thv trib - ute bring To him who gave thee power to sing : - ££ ^> ^ pm m f—f-Mpl » — ls> ^g^^=^ife^^Jddifei^l 1 1 — r-ffr Praise him, who is. . . fflff r all praise a-bove, The source of wis - dom and of love. I20 2 How vasthis knowledge! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned ! The stars he numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. 3 Thro' each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak his wisdom all divine. 4 But in redemption, oh, what grace ! Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace! Here wisdom shines forever bright ; Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. Needham. 121 i Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 2 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise Immortal honors to his name ; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, His wondrous goodness to proclaim. 3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky ; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. 122 i The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display. And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; 4 While all the stars that round her burnf And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing, as they shine — "The hand that made us is divine.'' 54 GOD VANHALL'S HYMN. L. M. j_,_j — r» — i „ j , J . n VaMHALL. I. Oh, render thanks to God above, The fountain of e - ternal love ; Whose mercy firm, thro' H i Ejy^dzdzzb^ i^F# a - ges past, Hath stood, and shall forev-er last ; Hath stood, and shall forev - er last. i^SE »1F ^ £=£ 123 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast — but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me. 4 Oh, render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love : His mercy firm, through ages past, Hath stood, and shall forever last. Tate & Braby. 124 i Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays Attempt thy great Creator's praise : But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme? z Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, i 1 ■ glory like a garment wears ; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all oui- Maker's grand designs, Almighty power with wisdom shines ; 1 1 i^ works, thro' all lliiswondmus frame, I >eclare the glory of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, I >o thou, inv soul, his glories sin- ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till list'ning worlds shall join the song! Blacklock. 125 1 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; Crown him, ye nations, in your song ; His wondrous names and pow'rs re- hearse ; His honors shall enrich your verse. 2 He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms ! In Israel are his mercies known ; Israel is his peculiar throne. 3 Proclaim himKing,pronouncehim blest; He's your defence, your joy, your rest ; When terrors rise, and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Watts. 126 1 0 PRAISE the Lord in that blest place From whence his goodness largely ilows; Praise him in heav'n, where he his face Unveiled in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty nets Which he in our behalf hath done ; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Le1 all, who vital breath enjoy, The breath he doth to them afford In just returns <>f praise employ ; Let every creature praise 'he Lord. 'I' \ i b i'v Br \dy PRAISE TO GOD, STERLING. L. M. 55 I. Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Al- might - y King; EES=g=kd=J s m s For we our voic-es high should raise, When our sal - va-tion's Rock we praise. =£=£= i Z-£—C- Tp— E= P 127 2 The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command ; The strength of hills that threat the skies, Subjected to his empire lies. 3 The rolling ocean's vast abyss By the same sovereign right is his ; 'Tis moved by his almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land. 4 Oh, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there : Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. „ Tate & Brady. 125 i Praise, everlasting praise, be paid To him who earth's foundation laid ; Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 2 Firm are the words his prophets give, Sweet words on which his children live ; Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke and spread the skies abroad. 3 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what th' Almighty saith ; T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven our own. 4 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls shall fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar. Watts. 129 1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell ! Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue When nature all around you sings ? Oh for a shout from old and young, From humble swains and lofty kings ! 3 Wide as his vast dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known ; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 4 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word ! Oh ! may it dwell on every tongue ; But saints who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 5 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord ; From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. Watts. 56 GOD. GILEAD. L. M. Mehi; 130 3 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; His favors claim thy highest praise : Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot ? 3 'T is he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done ; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Let every land his power confess ; Let all the earth adore his grace : My heart and tongue with rapture join, In work and worship so divine. Watts. [31 1 Let /ion in her King rejoice, Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise. He utters his almighty voice — The nations melt — the tumult dies. 2 From sea to sea, through all the shores, lie makes the noise of battle cease ; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to pe u e 3 " Be still — and learn that I am God ; I'll he exalted o'er the lands ; I will he known and feared abn 1 1; it .till my throne iii /.inn stands." 4 ( ) Lord of hosts, Almighty King ! V I ile we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell. W ATTS. 132 i There is a God! — all nature speaks, Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See ! from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God, And bow before him, and adore. Steele. I33 1 Lo, God is here ! — let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place ; Let all within us feel his power. And silent bow before his face. 2 Lo, God is here ! — him day and night United choirs oi' angels sing ; To him, enthroned above all height, L« t s. lints their humble worship bring. 3 Lord God of hosts, oh, may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense till ; Still may we stand before thy fa< e, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 1 \\ 1 PRAISE TO GOD. 57 ALFRETON. L. M. Beastall. Hp^i^ =t 3=£ ^n 1 Jjl!sj_j: ^eb: s I. Al- might - y God, we praise and own "-g=S= wt :_j- :^ $E t- Thee our Cre or, King a - lone ~£5 ^ ^S3Si3 isi^ ggl hsb i I -^ All things were made to hon - or thee, m t* O Fa - ther of j I 1 I e - ter - ni ty! -r^- i=1 £[ f f^ ^ *34 -i To thee all angels loudly cry ; The heavens and all the powers on high, Cherubs and seraphim, proclaim, And cry, Thrice holy to thy name ! 3 Lord God of hosts, thy presence bright, Fills heaven and earth with beauteous light; The apostles' happy company, And ancient prophets, all praise thee. 4 The crowned martyrs' noble host, The holy church in every coast, Their Maker for their Father own, Now reconciled in Christ his Son. i Yes, God is good ; in earth and sky, From ocean - depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, "God made us all, and God is good." 2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say, j 3 In accents clear, that God is good. 3 The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed ; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, " God is good." 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze ; The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, "God is good." Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech en- dued ; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord ; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pard'ning grace, thy quick'ninrj word ; These prompt our song,thatGod is good. John H. Gurney. 36 Praise ye the Lord; my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being, last. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : he made the sky, And earth,and seas, with all their train; And none shall find his promise vain. His truth forever stands secure ; He saves th'oppress'd,he feeds thepoor; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. He loves the saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell : Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains. 58 GOD HAMBURG. L. M. Gregorian Chant. Tf I. Up to the fields where an - gels lie, And liv-ing wa - ters gen - tly roll. *37 . 2 O might I once mount up and see The glories of th' eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be! How despicable to my eyes ! 3 Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon, Vanish as though I saw them not, As a dim taper dies at noon. 4 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, I should perceive the noise no more Than we can hear a shaking leaf While rattling thunders round us roar. 5 Great All in All, Eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely face, And all my powers shall bow and sing Thine endless grandeur and thy grace. Watts. I38 i Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through : Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their pow'rs. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy (ire ling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 Oh ! may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. Watts. r39 1 Give thanks to God, he reigns above ; Kind are his thoughts, his name is love; His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record ; Israel, the nation whom he chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. 3 He teeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps, lest we stray ; He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heavenly land. 4 0 let us, then, with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord ; How great his works — how kind his ways ! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. PRAISE TO GOD. 59 ROCKINGHAM. L. M =4 u. Mason. Pf 1 # ,^—gt- V— ^ va-rious praise Shall fill the rem - nant of my days E g S^ ^^ ^ — u-s^ — '—J — 9 — S: ==: =(=» I Thy grace em-ploy my hum-ble tongue, Till death and glo - ry raise the song. I4P 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue. 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds: Vast and unsearchable thy ways ! Vast and immortal be thy praise ! Watts. 141 i The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice ! From world to world the joy shall ring : The Lord omnipotent is King ! 2 The Lord is King ! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care ? Holy and true are all his ways : Let every creature speak his praise. 3 The Lord is King ! exalt your strains, Ye saints ; your God, your Father reigns ; One Lord, one empire, all secures : He reigns, — and life and death are yours. 4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake, Then may his children cease to sing, — The Lord omnipotent is King ! CONDER. 142 i With all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song ; Angels shall hear the notes I raise. Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 To God I cried when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes: He did my rising fears control, And strength diffused through all my soul. 3 Amid a thousand snares, I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. Watts. r43 1 Great is the Lord frame, An honor equal to his name ? How awful are his glorious ways ! The Lord is dreadful in his praise ! 2 Thy glory, fearless of decline, Thy, glory, Lord, shall ever shine ; Thy praise shall still our breath employ Till we shall rise to endless joy. What tongue can 6o GOD DARLEY. L. M W. H. W. Darley. King : re- liearse His lion - or i.-, uuii - ui i ex-alt-ed verse, His lion - or alt - ed verse. 144. 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who framed our natures by his word : He is our Shepherd : we, the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey ; Nor let our hardened hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Come, let us turn, with holy fear, To him who now invites us near ; Accept the offered grace to-day, Nor lose the blessing by delay. 3 Come, seize the promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates ; Believe, and take the promised rest; Obey, and be forever blest. Watts. i Sing to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that reared this stately frame; Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills, Made every drop and every dust, \ iture and time, with all their wheels, And pushed them into motion first. 3 Now, from his high, imperial throne, He looks far down upon the spheres ; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns the hasty years. 4 Thus shall this moving engine last, Till all his saints are gathered in ; Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast To shake it all to dust again ! 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, And lightning burn the globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, There's a new heaven and earth for you. I46 Watts. 1 Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord : The blooming fields, the singing bird, The tempests and the sunny hour, Show forth thy goodness and thy power. 2 And when the setting sun declines, I view thee in its brilliant lines : Those tints so beautiful and bright Teach me the Author of all light. 3 GreatGod, how should our worship rise To thee, who formed the earth and skies! The things that creep and tilings that fly Are view'd by thine all-seeing eye. 4 Then will I still adore thy Name, Thou who forever art the same ; But vet thy grace and mercy, Lord, Shine brightest in tin holy word. PRAISE TO GOD 6l WARD. L. M. L. Mason. ka &±B — ^M — d^fr^ jJ^^ri— M^^-H^ 3 m^ ^ I. Goci is the ret - uge of his saints, When storms of sharp dis-tress in - vade ; P f? | f • n_g_, g J— rfg: E E r^^^g Pi mi ^ S 3: Ere we can of - fer our com-plaints, Be-hold him pres - ent with his aid. I ^ ^m 147 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world — Our faith shall never yield to fear. 5 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding thro', And watering our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls ; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour : Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on his truth, and armed with power. Watts. 148 1 My God, I love and I adore ; But souls that love would know thee more : Wilt thou forever hide, and stand Behind the labors of thy hand ? 5 2 Thy hand, great God, sustains the poles On which this huge creation rolls ; The starry arch proclaims thy power ; Thy pencil glows in every flower. 3 Across the waves, around the sky, There's not a spot, or deep or high, Where the Creator has not trod, And left the footsteps of a God. 4 Fain would I trace the immortal way That leads to courts of endless day, Where the Creator stands confessed, In his own fairest glories dressed. 149 1 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some features of the Deity. 2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again. 3 The light, the dark, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name. Moore. 62 GOD. PARIS. L. M. Billings. rsM «1 | J J i^ m 3=^ =g^S^£ ¥=: §^ I. Great God, in-dulge my hum-ble claim ; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; £i ^g=fe The glories that com-pose thy name Stand all en-gaged to make me blest. g s E T~fr- 3=£ ■(g • -g= 15^ 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God ; And I am thine, by sacred ties, Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face ; Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power q{ sovereign grace. 4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And bless the remnant of my days. Watts. i Thou, Lord, who rear'st the moun- tain's height, And mak'st the cliffs with sunshine bright, Oh, grant that we may own thy hand No less in every grain of sand ! 2 With forests huge, of dateless time, Thy will has hung each peak Sublime ; Bui withered leaves beneath the tree I l.r. e tongues thai tell as loud of thee. 3 Teat li us that not a leaf can grow Till life from thee within it flow ; Thai not .1 grain of dusl can be, ( ) I ounl 1 »i being, save by thee I Si BRI INC i Great Former of this various frame, Our souls adore thine awful name, And bow and tremble, while they praise The Ancient of eternal days. 2 Our days a transient period run, And change with every circling sun ; And, in the firmest state we boast, Before the moth we sink to dust. 3 But let the creatures fall around ; Let death consign us to the ground ; Let the last general flame arise, And melt the arches of the skies- — 4 Calm as the summer's ocean, we Can all the wreck of nature see, While grace secures us an abode Unshaken as the throne of God. Doddridge. 153 1 Wait, 0 my soul ! thy Maker's will ; Tumultuous passions, all be still ! Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals : But, though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees ; And by his saints it stands confessed, Thai what he docs is <-\ er best. I ll I'luiMK. PRAISE TO GOD 63 SEASONS. L. M. Pleyel. fc=t i F — tt l.i 1 =F=iS: ^^4= =| P) J I 1. Lord, from thy un - ex - haust-ed store, Thy rain re - lieves the thirst -y ground. dgnW-^Qfcj mm^^^^^mm Makes lands that barren were be - fore, With corn and use - ful fruits a-bound. ja pip^S *§ -f-9!*- J5L ^ K f How blest thy saints ! how safely led ! How surely kept ! how richly fed ! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in thee. The year is with thy goodness crowned ; Thy clouds drop wealth the world a- round ; Through thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her King. Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour ■ The moral waste within restore ; Oh, let thy love our spring-tide be, And make us all bear fruit to thee. Lyte. 154 i Lord, from thy unexhausted store, Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground, Makes lands that barren were before, With corn and useful fruits abound. 2 On rising ridges down it pours, And every furrowed valley fills : Thou mak'st them soft with gentle showers, In which a blest increase distils. 3 Thy goodness does the circling year With fresh returns of plenty crown ; And where thy glorious paths appear, The fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 4 They drop on barren deserts, changed By them to pastures fresh and green : The hills about, in order ranged, In beauteous robes of joy are seen. 5 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn The cheerful downs ; the valleys bring A plenteous crop of full-eared corn, And seem, for joy, to shout and sing. *55 1 Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits ; Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates ; All flesh shall to thy throne repair, And find through Christ salvation there. 156 1 Just are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode ; Who is a God, beside the Lord ? Or where's a refuge like our God? 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy sword to wield ; And while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield. 3 He lives, and blessed be my Rock ; The God of my salvation lives ; The dark designs of hell he broke : Sweet is the peace my Father gives. Watts. 64 GOD. STONEFIELD. L. M. Stanley. i. With glo - ry clad, with strength arrayed, The Lord, that o'er all na - ture reigns, The world's founda - tion strong-ly laid, And the vast fab - ric still sus-tains. 157 2 How sure established is thy throne ! Which shall no change or period see ; For thou, O Lord, and thou alone, Art God from all eternity. 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss the troubled waves on high ; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. „ O Tate & Brady. t What finite power, with ceaseless toil, Can fathom the eternal mind? Or who the Almighty Three in One, By searching to perfection find ? 2 Angels and men in vain may raise, Harmonious, their adoring songs ; The laboring thought sinks down op- pressed, And praises die upon their tongues. 3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice, A portion of his ways to sing ; And mingling with his meanest works, My humble, grateful tribute bring. E. Scott. 159 i O thou, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide ; My Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spenl ! 6 2 All scenes alike engaging prove, To souls impressed with sacred love ; Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To them remains nor place nor time ; Their country is in every clime ; They can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with our God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 5 Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. l60 Gu'ON- 1 No change of time shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee ; For thou hast always been my Rock, A Fortress and Defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliverer art, O God ; My trust is in thy mighty power, Thou art my Shield from foes abroad, At home my Safeguard and my Tower. 3 To thee will I address my prayer, To whom all praise we justly owe; So shall I, by thy watchful care, Be guarded safe from every foe. Tate & Brady. PRAISE TO GOD DUKE STREET. L. M. 65 Hatton. 1. Through every age, e - ter - nal God, Thou art our rest, our safe a - bode .J2J - J ^ B EP=f=f=P^ dEz frS>, 2 & w^ m s ^^: j=F ifc^y^ m g =s ^f r 1 ^ '^t. High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth, thy hum - ble foot-stool, laid. l6l 2 Long hadst thou reign 'd ere time began, Or dust was fashioned into man ; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity ; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord,wasjust — " Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream — An empty tale — a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. 5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die and dwell with thee. Watts. l62 i God of my life, through all my days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious care would break my rest, And grief would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all my powers of language fail, Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But, oh, when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to flesh no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies ! 5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne. tA^ Doddridge. i Jehovah reigns, his throne is high, His robes are light and majesty ; His glory shines with beams so bright, No mortal can sustain the sight. 2 His terrors keep the world in awe, His justice guards his holy law, His love reveals a smiling face, His truth and promise seal the grace. 3 Thro' all his works what wisdom shines! He baffles Satan's deep designs ; His power is sovereign to fulfill, The noblest counsels of his will. 4 Thus glorious, will he condescend To be my Father and my Friend ? Then let my songs with angels join, Heaven is secure, if God is mine. Watts. 66 GOD LOUVAN. L. M C. Taylor. I. Lord, how mys-te - rious are thy ways ! How blind are we ! how mean our praise ! "-, i *=£&£ a §^ EJ ^m Trry sleps, can mor-tal eyes ex-plore? Tis ours to won -der and a - dore. fj- * ^ -0- -f*- -£- ■&■ ^ ^ ~V i £ i§ f=^ -t Or, if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn ? 5 His everlasting love is sure To all his saints, and shall endure ; From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Watts. 166 i Lord of all being ; throned afar, Thy glory names from sun and star ; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near ! 2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine! 4 Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. 5 Grant us thy truth to make us dee. And kindling hearts that burn for thee Till all thy living altars claim ( me holy light, one heavenly flame ! (I. V. HOI MBS. 6+ Great God ! I would not ask to see What in my coming life shall be ; Enough for me if love divine, At length thro' every cloud shall shine. Are darkness and distress my share? Then let me trust thy guardian care ; If light and bliss attend my days, Then let my future hours be praise. Yet this my soul desires to know, Be this my only wish below, That Christ be mine ; — this great re- quest Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest! 65 S 1 1 1 1 1 . The Lord ! how wondrous are his ways! How linn his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. Not half so high his pow< r hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise. Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. \ot half so far has nature plat ed The rising morning from the west, As his forgh ing gran- removes The daily guilt of those he lows. How slowly dodi his wrath arise! ( )n su ifter wings salval ion flies : PRAISE TO GOD 6/ WARE. L. M. KlNGSLKY. fc£ N=d=iP 3^ =3=S ^-— ^ =:=i==iEE3^Si 1. God of the world ! thy glo-ries shine, Thro' earth and heaven, with rays di - vine : 15:- £= PPP Si g=£ g— n^ *J= m ^ # 3^ s =3 Thy smile gives beau - ty to the flower, Thine anger to the tern ^ * ig- «? J J — ■> pest power. Se m 167 2 God of our lives ! the throbbing heart Doth at thy beck its action start, — Throbs on, obedient to thy will, Or ceases, at thy fatal chill. 3 God of eternal life ! thy love Doth every stain of sin remove ; The cross, the cross — its hallowed light Shall drive from earth her cheerless night. 4 God of all goodness ! to the skies Our hearts in grateful anthems rise ; And to thy service shall be given The rest of life — the whole of heaven. S. S. Cutting. l68 i High in the heavens, eternal God ! Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud That vails and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep : Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 My God, how excellent thy grace ! Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 4 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast ; There, mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. Watts. i Lord God of hosts, by all adored ! Thy name we praise with one accord ; The earth and heavens are full of thee, Thy light, thy love, thy majesty. 2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name Angels and seraphim proclaim ; Eternal praise to thee is given By all the pow'rs and thrones in heav'n. 3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng, The prophets aid to swell the song, The noble and triumphant host Of martyrs make of thee their boast. 4 The holy church in every place Throughout the world exalts thy praise; Both heav'n and earth do worship thee, Thou Father of eternity ! 5 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor thee ■ Thy name we worship and adore, World without end, forevermore. 68 GOD. NEWCOURT. L. P. M. H. Bond. i. I'll praise my Mak- er with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, W* r J- J u^ £ ^^ M^HM=f Praise shall em -ploy my no -bier powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, J^.tiff ffr£if: Ef:< m t4t-f-=&£ jfT^ . J fU-^^^fT^-J-^J-jr-^fe While life, and thought, and be - ing last, Or im - mor - tal - i - ty en - dures. 170 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; he made the sky And earth and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure, He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 He loves his saints, he knows them well; But turns the wicked down to hell ; Thy God, O Zion ! ever reigns ; Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage: Praise him in everlasting strains. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. watts. iyi 1 L1.1 .ill the earth their voia s raise, ing the < hoicesl psalm of praise ; To sing and bless Jehovah's name : His glory let the heathen know ; His wonders to the nations show ; And all his saving works proclaim. 2 He framed the globe, he built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there. His beams are majesty and light ; His beauties, how divinely bright ! His temple, how divinely fair ! 3 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And heathen nations fear his name ! Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. Watts. DOXOLOGY. Now to the great and Sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal praise and glory given, Thro'all the Worldi where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and heaven, PRAISE TO GOD. YORK. C. M. S m d=\^\ — ^ ES I. O God ! our help in a - ges past, Our hope for years to come, -f=- £c2 ^ T*= f21 l^li^^^I^l^^ Our shel - ter from the storm - y blast, And our e - ter - nal home ! -<&■ -, r^ ^ -^ -&- -f3- -f^- f2- -&- ^ •»- J ^ g =& € ^&- =F £3^ =^= ;r~ #^ I'72 2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone — Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 5 O God ! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guide while troubles last, And our eternal home. watts. *73 1 Great God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let all the race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made ; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view : To thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing new. 4 Our lives thro'various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares, While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let all the race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. Watts. 174 i Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King ; Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry ; Thrice holy ! let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, Pay, O my soul ! to God ; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls From all pollution free : The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see. Needham. i. I sing th' al - might - y power of God, That made the mountains rise, J- * if J ~ * . * ^ : § That spread the flow - ing j£j J i J"J broad, And built the loft j' y skies. F ^#^ i75 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord ! how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye ! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky ! 5 There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 6 Creatures that oorrow life from thee Are subject to thy care ; Ther 's not a place where we can flee I!' it God is present there. Watts. I76 1 THE Lord our God is Lord of all ; 1 1 is station who can find ? I hear him in the waterfall ; I hear him in the wind. 2 [f in the gloom of nighl I shroud, I I I ( annoi fly ; I see him in the evening cloud. And in the morning sky. 3 He smiles, we live ! he frowns, we die! We hang upon his word ; He rears his mighty arm on high, We fall before his sword. 4 He bids his gales the fields deform ; Then, when his thunders cease, He paints his rainbow on the storm, And lulls the winds to peace. II. EC. White. 177 1 Lord ! when my raptured thought sur- veys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore. 2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine ; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise. And speak their source divine. 3 On me thy providence hath shone With gentle, smiling rays ; Oh ! let my lips and life make known Thy gOodn( ss and thy praise. 4 All-bounteous Lord! thy grace impart; ( )h ! teach me to improve Thy gifts, with ever-grateful heart, And crown them with thy love. S I I 1:1. E. PRAISE TO GOD, NOTTINGHAM. C. M. 71 J. Clak.-c. fcS m m m =^= * ^3^ --5£ ^1 =^t ^ 3 ^Ep I 1 1. Some ser - aph, lend your heaven-ly tongue, Or harp of gold - en string, 2 Thy names, how infinite they be ! Great Everlasting One ! Boundless thy might and majesty, And unconfined thy throne. 3 Thy glory shines immensely bright ; Exhaustless is thy grace ; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thine essence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot sound ; An ocean of infinities Where all our thoughts are drown 'd. Watts. 179 i Father ! how wide thy glory shines ! How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs — By thousand through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, Their motions speak thy skill ■ And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still. 3 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms. 4 Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice or the grace. 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains : Bright seraphs learn ImmanuePs name, And try their choicest strains. 6 Oh ! may I bear some humble part, In that immortal song ; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. Watts. l80 i There's not a star whose twinkling light Illumes the distant earth, And cheers the solemn gloom of night5 But goodness gave it birth. 2 There's not a cloud whose dews distil Upon the parching clod, And clothe with verdure vale and hill, That is not sent by God. 3 There's not a place in earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found ; For God is everywhere. 4 Around, beneath, below, above, Wherever space extends, There Heaven displays its boundless love, And power with goodness blends. Wallace. 7* GOD, BEMERTON. C. M Greatorex Coll.' W f I f — •* j^TtS To shun thy pres-ence, Lord, or flee The tice of thine eye. 181 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they 're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclosed on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Watts. l82 1 Jehovah God! thy gracious power On every hand we see ; Oh, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If, on the wings ofmorn3 we speed To earth's remotesl bound Thy right I. and will our footsteps lead, Thine arm our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, The hand of God we see ; And all the blessings we receive, Ceaseless proceed from thee. 5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend ; In every age, in every clime, Our Father and our Friend. Thomson. l83 i Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea ; Thy paths I cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 As, through a glass, I dimly see The wonders of thy love ; How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above ! 3 Tis but in part I know thy will ; I bless thee for the sight : When will thy love the rest reveal, In glofy's clearer light ? 4 With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. PRAISE TO GOD ST. ANN'S. C. M. 73 Croft. _a: i__g m < ■ E^i J J — Eg pi I. The Lord, our_ God, is full of might, The winds q - bey his will ; m r^-jirm m I ^s He sneaks. — and. in his heaven-lv height. The roll - iner sun stands still. i fcrf=± 3C t £ £^f £ 184 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar ; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night, your force com- bine ; Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; • Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God. H. K. White. 185 i The Lord, how fearful is his name ! How wide is his command ! Nature, with all her moving frame, Rests on his mighty hand. 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe ; While with a smile, or with a frown, He manages the globe. 3 A word of his almighty breath Can swell or sink the seas ; Build the vast empires of the earth, Or break them as he please. 4 On angels, with unveiled face His glory beams above ; On men, he looks with softest grace, And takes his title, Love. Watts. 186 i Keep silence, all created things ! And wait your Maker's nod ; My soul stands trembling, while she sings The honors of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds un- known, Hang on his firm decree ; He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave to be. 3 His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine ; Each opening leaf, and every stroke. Fulfills some deep design. 4 My God ! I would not long to see My fate, with curious eyes — What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 5 In thy fair book of life and grace, Oh ! may I find my name Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. Watts, 74 GOD ABRIDGE. C. M. Isaac S>m. h. i. E - ter - nal Wis -dona! thee we praise; Thee with ere - a-tion sing $<• h I V j jffe£tefegji=j *P« ^^ ~P^ With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high pal - ace ring. w^^^m^^=$^m^ 2 How wide thy hand hath spread the sky! How glorious to behold ! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And starred with sparkling gold. 3 Infinite strength, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder, God. .;. But still the wonders of thy grace Our softer passions move ; Pity divine in Jesus' face We see, adore, and love, watts. 188 1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame ! We own thy power divine ; We hear thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are thine. 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way They work thy sovereign will ; And, awed by thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still. 3 Thy mercy tempers every blast To them that seek thy face, And mingles with the tempest's roar The whispers of thy grace. 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease ; And gales of Paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace. Doddridge. l89 i Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore ; A spring whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore ! 2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest In every golden ray ; Love draws the curtains of the night, • And love brings back the clay. 3 Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields, With joyful clusters loads the vines, With strengthening grain, the fields. 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen ; There, like a sun, thy mercy shines Without a cloud between. 5 Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy. Through Jesus' name are given He on the cross was lifted high That we might reign in heaven. GiBBor •, PRAISE TO GOD, KENDALL. C. M. 75 M^MMi I. Praise ye the Lord, im - mor - tal choir! In heaven- ly heights a - bove, s&k £i. -p- A: &- - m « m m ?m s S=t£g=^ s With harp, and voice, and soul of fire, Burning with per - feet love. ^M mi e£e£EE ^ Organ. 2 Shine to his glory, worlds of light ! Ye million suns of space ; Ye moons and glistening stars of night Running your mystic race. 3 Shout to Jehovah, surging main ! In deep eternal roar ; Let wave to wave resound the strain, And shore reply to shore. 4 Storm, lightning, thunder, hail, arid snow, Wild winds that keep his word, With the old mountains far below, Unite to bless the Lord. 5 And round the wide world let it roll, Whilst man shall lead it on ; Join, every ransomed human soul, In glorious unison. 191 r Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love ; Soon shall we join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above. 2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends ; Calls us his treasure and his joy, His children and his friends. 3 My Father, God ! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear ? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 4 Thanks to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow ; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all those comforts flow. HlGGINBOTHAM. 192 i With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high ; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters vail the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessings down, To cheer the plains below. He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year ; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground ; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn ; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. Watts. 76 GOD. DOWNS. C. M. L. Mason. «l g) gi 4 g J g II— ^) — i-j — ^ ^=T I. God moves in a mys - te-rious way Hi wonders to per - form p. He plants his foot - steps in the sea, And rides up - on the storm. 193 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his vast designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and will break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. COWPER. 194. i God is a spirit, just and wise ; He sees our inmost mind ; In vain to heaven we raise our cries And leave our hearts behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear ; The painted hypocrites are known, Whate'er the guise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground ; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Watts. 195 i Through endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God ; Each future age shall know thy name, And tell thy works abroad. 2 The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid ; By thee the beauteous arch of heaven With matchless skill was made. 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, Created by thy hand, Be, like a vesture, laid aside, And changed at thy command. 4 But thy perfections, all divine, Eternal as thy days, Through everlasting ages shine, With undiminished rays. T.\ I K iV W MTS. PRAISE TO GOD 77 MANOAH. C. M. ' Greatorex Coll." I. Be - gin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing ; 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 His every word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies ; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. 4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine !" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. Watts. 197 i How dread are thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord ! By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored ! 2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord ! Almighty as thou art, For thou hast stooped to ask of me, The love of my poor heart. 3 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. 4 Only to sit and think of God — Oh, what a joy it is ! G To think the thought, to breathe the name, Earth has no higher bliss ! 5 Father of Jesus ! love's reward ! What rapture will it be, Prostrate before thy throne to lie, And gaze and gaze on thee ! Lyra Cath. 1 O God of Bethel ! by whose hand Thy people still are fed ; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led ;—" 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace ; God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide : Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4 Oh spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And, at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore ; And thou shalt be our chosen God And portion evermore. Doddridge. GOD, ST. GEORGE'S. C. M. Smart. i. To thee, my right-eous King and Lord, My grate- ful soul I'll raise; ^XT r- ^" rlT^TT' r3< From day to day thy works re cord, And ev - er " * ^ H^M ^ iSte. sing thy praise. P 199 2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; Thy glory knows no end ; The lasting record of thy deeds Through ages shall descend. 3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, My constant theme shall be ; That song shall be my soul's delight Which breathes in praise to thee. 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind, His anger slow to move: His tender mercies all shall find, And all his goodness prove. 5 From all thy works, 0 Lord, shall spring The sound of joy and praise ; Thy saints shall of thy glory sing, And show the world thy ways. 6 Throughout all ages shall endure Thine everlasting reign ; And thy dominion, firm and sure, Forever shall remain. Wramgham. 200 r SWEET is the memory of thy grace, \I . God, nil heavenly King ; I ige to age thy righteousness In iongs of glory sing 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies ; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 Creatures with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim ; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy name. Watts. 20I i Almighty Father of mankind ! On thee my hopes remain ; And when the day of trouble comus, I shall not trust in vain. 2 In early years, thou wast my guide, And of my youth, the friend ; And, as my days began with thee, With thee my days shall end. 3 Therefore, in life I'll trust in thee; In death I will adore ; And after death will sing thy praise, When time shall be no more. M. B PRAISE TO GOD 79 CLARKES. C. M. T. Cl P^^^^^^^^^^^M^^ f^fT r I. Thro' all the changing scenes of life, In trou-ble and in joy, The praises M -r^ at^t w m mm s=t=^ =- ^^^B^^^fa^afe m of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ, My heart and tongue employ. ^^ J-J ^^| jsij-aj =^iS 202 2 The hosts oi God encamp around The dwellings of the just ; Deliverance he affords to all Who on his succor trust. 3 Oh, make but trial of his love ! Experience will decide How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 4 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear ; Make you his service your delight ; He'll make your wants his care. n /->, r* Tate & Brady. i What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God ! How dear thy servants in thy sight ! How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record ; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. watts. 204 1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes , There all my hopes are laid ; The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall Whom he designs to keep ; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep. 3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure; Thy keeper is the Lord ; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 4 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come ; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. Watts. so GOD GENEVA. C. M. J. Cole. When all thy mercies, O my God, I. When all thy mer-cies, O my God, My ris - ing soul sur-veys, Trans-port the view, I'm p ig--gf? r~ i ~ In won - der, love, and praise. P%P -g-- -«U 2EE £k :5s^ ±- Transported with the view, I'm 205 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery path of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes' those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise: But oh ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ! Addison. 206 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King! my God of love ! My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 (in it is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great ; A lost, &c. I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice, The men who hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. Watts. 207 i God, in the high and holy place, Looks down upon the spheres ; Yet in his providence and grace, To every eye appears. 2 He bows the heavens ; the mountains stand A highway for our God ; He walks amid the desert land ; 'T is Eden where he trod. 3 The forests in his strength rejoice; Hark ! on the evening breeze, As once of old, Jehovah's voice Is heard among the trees. 4. If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound ; How beautiful, beyond compare, Will Paradise be found ! ItoNTGOMBRV. PRAISE TO GOD WARWICK. C. M. Stanley. I. Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, And raise your souls a - bove i£J Jrj CLJ^jJ-^^F^t-l IxjlM 1^- ^: EE Let ev - ery heart and voice ac - cord P=F t*= m^ To sing that — God is love. -£.JS2 if-jf ffir i^^ 208 2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove ; While Christ, th'atoning Lamb, appears, To show that — God is love. 3 Behold his loving-kindness waits For those who from him rove, And calls for mercy reach their hearts, To teach them — God is love. 4 The work begun is carried on, By power from heaven above ; And every step, from first to last, Proclaims that — God is love. 5 Oh ! may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove ; Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, Shall shout that — God is love. G. BURDER. 209 i Sovereign of all the worlds on high, Allow my humble claim ; Nor, while a worm would raise its head, Disdain a Father's name. 2 My Father God ! how sweet the sound ! How tender and how dear ! Not all the melody of heaven, Could so delight the ear. 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name On my expanding heart ; And show, that in Jehovah's grace I share a filial part. 4 Cheer'd by a signal so divine, Unwavering I believe ; And Abba, Father, humbly cry, Nor can the sign deceive. 2IO Doddridge. Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice ; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing : The Lord 's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand ; He fixed the sea what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. Come, and with humble souls adore, Come, kneel before his face ; Oh may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace ! Now is the time — he bends his ear, And waits for your request ; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear "Ye shall not see my rest." watts, 82 GOD. PETERBOROUGH. C. M. L. Mason. i. Since all the va-rying scenes of time God's watch-ful eye sur - vers, f m 5± mm^^m^ r f- -w # TJ Oh, who so wise to choose our lot, ? if r It Or to.... ap - point our ways? ^ £ ^ p^ God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. 5 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ : My tongue shall sound thy works abroad And tell the world my joy. watts. 213 1 Yes, I will bless thee, O my God ! Through all my earthly days ; And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In every smiling, happy hour, Be this my sweet employ : Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, And doubles all my joy. 3 When gloomy care, and keen distress Afflict my throbbing breast, Thy praise shall mingle with my tears, And lull each pain to rest. 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God : My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 Nor death itself shall stop my song, Though it will close my eyes ; Mythoughts shall then to nobler heights And sweeter raptures rise. I I li.lNIUVTIIAM. T 211 2 Good when he gives, supremely good, Nor less when he denies ; E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious will Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine, My God, inscribe my name ; There let it fill some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. Hervev. 212 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness: Thy hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, T would be no heav'n to me ; And while this earth is my abode, I long for none but thei 4 What if thi Of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? CAMBRIDGE Congregation. PRAISE TO GOD, C M. 83 Randall. 1. Ye humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise ; For he is good, su J _ Hj=L Congregation m B^^fe Ep3^ I I ^r^f premely good, And kind are all his ways, And kind are all his ways, And kind are all his ways A A A J j 1 m j j«^ ^ W^^ -e- £=£z HI £ -i — t- £ 214 2 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms ; 'T is here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 'T is here our hope relies ; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee • Their humble hope thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free. <6 Great God, to thy almighty love, What honors shall we raise ; Not all th' angelic songs above Can render equal praise. Steele. 215 i Let children hear the mighty deeds Which God performed of old, Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known, His works of power and grace ; And we'll convey his wonders down Through every rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs, That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone Their hope securely stands, That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands, watts. 2l6 1 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move ; A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; Thou dost with sinners bear, That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough forevermore. 4 Throughout the universe it reigns ; It stands forever sure ; And while thy truth, O God, remains, Thy goodness shall endure. C. Wesley. 84 GOD CLIFFORD. C. M. Arranged from " Greatorex Coll." P^^^^g^fT^ tie lone - ly fold, Whose flock One Shepherd keeps, P^^^^^^^^i-^^ Through summer's heat and win - ter's cold, With eye that nev - er sleeps. r , SI &- .jL ^J-4-^i m FTP? If r £ 3 217 2 By evil beast, or burning sky, Or damp of midnight air, Not one in all that flock shall die Beneath that Shepherd's care. 3 For if, unheeding or beguiled, In danger's path they roam, His pity follows through the wild, And guards them safely home. 4. Oh, gentle Shepherd, still behold Thy helpless charge in me ! And take a wanderer to thy fold, That trembling turns to thee. Litchfield's Coll. i M ," Shepherd will supply my need ; Jehovah is his name ; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream. 2 He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. ; When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presen* e is my stay ; ' A woid of thj supporting breath Drives all my fears away. 4 Tlr hand, in sight of all my foes, I >■ tli si ill mv table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows ; Thine oil anoints my head. 5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; Oh, may thine house be mine abode. And all my works be praise ! 6 There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come — No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. wATts_ 219 1 Lord, 't is an infinite delight To see thy lovely face, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays. 2 While the bright nation sounds thy praise From each eternal hill, Sweet odors of exhaling grace, The happy region fill. 3 Thy love a sea wit In nit a shore. Spreads life and joy abroad — Oh, 't is a heaven worth dying for To see a smiling God ! 4 Show me thy face, and I '11 a\\a\ From all inferior things ; Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, And stretch my airj wings, wato. PRAISE TO GOD. ST, MARTINS. C. M. 85 Wm. Tansur, 1735. * f t~P f r — ' ' — — — r *=F 1. My God, my por - don, and my love, My ev - er - last - ing all, m g^J r jt J^, ■<*- -0- p in f#^±^f^-^^^ j|± 1^ @E I've none but thee in heaven a - bove, Or on., this earth - ly ball. J f^w^^fes W 3^ He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, I am his ! 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, T' embrace my dearest Lord. 5 Fearless of hell, and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Should bear me conqueror through. Watts. 222 1 The mercies of my God and King My tongue shall still pursue : Oh, happy they who, while they sing Those mercies, share them too ! 2 As bright and lasting as the sun, As lofty as the sky, From age to age thy word shall run, And chance and change defy. 3 The covenant of the King of kings Shall stand forever sure ; Beneath the shadow of thy wings Thy saints repose secure. lytb. 220 2 In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light ; 'T is thy sweet beams create my noon — If thou withdraw, 't is night. 3 And while upon my restless bed Through midnight hours I roll, If my Redeemer shows his head, 'T is morning with my soul. 4 To thee I owe my wealth and friends, My health and safe abode ; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, But they are not my God. 5 Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, • Without thy graces and thyself, I were a wretch undone. 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas. And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. Watts. 221 1 My God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun ! 86 GOD ZURIEL. C. M. SOLO. Tenor. J. R. Thomas. P 4 J I | I I I L— ^-uUi^-^^f^rr^rr^p I. As pants the hart for cool - ing streams, When heat - ed in... the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy re - fresh - ing grace. DUET. Soprano. aJib-^Uf-=r= If r I ^_J J I- i=^=$f f ^£gg^ As pants the hart for cool- ing streams, When heat - ed in the chase ; Tenor. As pants the hart for cool - ing streams, When heated in the chase ; ft'r-ir rif^t^-r if ff r i r r r I Jgr r So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy re - fresh - ing grace. — , — n£& , ■- ^~" "i^-gr- v r it - rt-££3ui " i r r^mm? &f-i?" r ji i i So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy re - fresh - ing grace. QUARTET. it ' L~ d*£im>M#^l^ 2. For thee, my God, the liv - ing God, My thirst- y soul doth pine; Oh, when shall ti~>- H^4^ zu m ^§ iv \*=F ?- I be -hold thy face. Thou Ma- jes- ty. . . di-vine? Thou Ma-jesty di-vine?Thou * g* poco rit f rail, e dim. Thou Ma - ics-tv di-vine? Thou Ma - |es-ty dl-vinal I :■'. bala m t of hymn sec opposite fag*.] PRAISE TO GOD. «7 BARBY. C. M. W. Tansur. I. As pants the hart for cool -ing streams, When heat- ed in. :-6: the chase. m s ** 3£ Eg ¥ m ^ — ^ — »- mi §s =F=5= So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy re - fresh - ing grace. S -j P5 223 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty Divine ? 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, and he'll employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. 4 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn ; Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressor's scorn ? 5 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 ? " 6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal Spring. r\ ry . Tate & Brady. i With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look ; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. 2 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days ; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 3 But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load ? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God ? 4 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove ; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Watts. 225 1 How long, sometimes, a day appears ! And weeks, how long are they ! Months move on slow, as if the years Would never pass away. 2 But even years are passing by, And soon must all be gone ; For day by day, as minutes fly, Eternity comes on. 3 Days, months, and years must have an end, Eternity has none ; 'T will always have as long to spend As when it first begun. 4 Great God ! a creature can not tell How such a thing can be, I only pray that I may dwell Eternally with thee. Taylor. GOD § TIVERTON. C. M Grii^g. J g3S E^EE* 2 -> -^=^ -- -^ I. The Lord him - self, the might - y " I P gg I P <= H= ^ Lord, Vouchsafes to ^3 be :-- -a-i^ ... P i my guide ; ,£1 P j^L-^ j^S^y i :=■_ all sup -plied. The shep-herd, by whose con - stant care ±&- e^g^jg My wants are = ,=L_ P ^ — i-r-r 226 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, And gently there repose ; Then leads to cooling shades, and Refreshing water flows. [where 3 He does my wandering soul reclaim, And, to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most righteous ways. 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death. From fear and danger free ; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me. 5 Since God cloth thus his wondrous love Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote, And in his service spend. 227 r When morning's first and hallowed ray Breaks, with its trembling light, To chase the pearly dews av it teardrops of the night — 2 My h ■ irt, ( ) Lord ! forgets to rove, l!"t rises gladly free, On wings of everlasting love, And finds its home in thee. 3 When evening's silenl shades descend, \ikI nature sinks to rest, Still, to my Father and my Friend, Mv wishes are addressed. Tate & Brady. W 6 4 Though tears may dim my hours of joy, And bid my pleasures flee, Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy; I will be glad in thee. 5 And e'en when midnight's solemn gloom Above, around is spread, Sweet dreams of everlasting bloom Are hovering o'er my head. 6 I dream of that fair land, O Lord ! Where all thy saints shall be ; I wake to lean upon thy word, And still delight in thee. 228 1 There is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace : Oh, be that refuge mine ! 2 The least and feeblest there may bide, Uninjured and unawed ; While thousands fall on every side, He rests secure in God. 3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, ( )f love and truth divine ; () child of God, O glory's heir ! How rich, a lot is thine ! 4 A hand almighty to defend, An ear for every call, An honored life, a peaceful end, And heaven to crown it all ! PRAISE TO GOD. SILVER STREET. S. M. With Coda. 89 I. Smith. r. Come, sound his praise a- broad, And hymns of glo - ry sing ; Je - ho - vah m I Wl fe^ ^ ^ d= s^ ^F ^35 p the sov - 'reign God, £ ^=^feEJ The u - - ni - ver - sal King. ^ Coda. Solo., 5± Tutti. Solo. ! I 1 J J ■ ^J^jt Praise ye the Lord, Hal - le - lu - jah ! Praise ye the Lord, m M := * ^ Tutti. Slow. Mmm Hal-le - lu- jah, Hal-le - lu- jah, Hal-le - lu -jah, Hal-le - lu -jah, Praise ye the Lord. &^ ^ ^M-f-rf f r1 nf#ff ^=f 229 2 He form'd the deeps unknown, He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works and not our own, He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Corns, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. Watts. 230 i O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that feeble thing, Akin to dust and worms ? 3 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so ? Next to thine angels is he placed, And lord of all below. 4 How rich thy bounties are ! How wondrous are thy ways ? Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. 5 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. Watts. go GOD, Hastings. i. Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! Let all within me join, And aid * ,^-f-r o .« .. t^ . iJ *- -g- r- jg- „ jj.J ^f-f p ip:r^-s#FNg i ^ my tongue to i e F =S :3 fllf^f ^J A I *U-*-*— y r bless his name, Whose fa-vors are di - vine, Whose fa - vors are di - vine. W^. £. n ^J. f 231 2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 Tis he forgives thy sins ; 'T is he relieves thy pain ; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave ; He, who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives the sufferers rest ; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. Watts. 232 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns ; Let all the nations fear ; Let sinners tremble at his throne, And saints be humble there. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns ; Lei earth adore its Lord ; Bright cherubs liis attendants stand, And swift fulfill his word. 3 In /.inn is his throne ; 1 1 is In moi are divine ; His church shall make his wonders known, For there his glories shine. 4 How holy is his name ! How terrible his praise ! Justice, and truth, and judgment join, In all his works of grace. Watts. 233 1 Almighty Maker, God ! How wondrous is thy name ! Thy glories how diffused abroad Through the creation's frame ! 2 The lark mounts up the sky With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator, too : bain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 And yet the songs I frame Are faithless to thy cause. And steal the honors of thy name To built their own applause. 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship 's vain ; This wretched heart will ne'er be true I 'niil 'tis formed again. watts. to PRAISE TO GOD. BOYLSTON. S. M. L. Mason. i. To God the on - ly wise, Our Sav-iour and our King, Let m^£=$ ^ J: :s I all the saints be - low the skies Their hum - ble prais - es bring. 234 2 'T is his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserve us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and power belong, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting song. Watts. 235 1 When man grows bold in sin, My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, Nor fear before his eyes." 2 But there's a dreadful God, Though men renounce his fear ; His justice, hid behind the cloud, Shall one great day appear. 3 His truth transcends the sky ; In heaven his mercies dwell ; Deep as the sea his judgments lie ■ His anger burns to hell. 4 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs ! Oh, never let my soul remove From underneath his wings ! watts 236 1 My God, my Life, my Love, To thee, to thee I call ; I can not live, if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheei This dungeon where I dwell ; 'T is paradise when thou art here ; If thou depart, 't is hell. 3 To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss'; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. 4 Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. 5 Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 6 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll ; The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul. watts, 92 GOD, DENNIS. S. M. Nageli. 237 2 He leads me to the place, Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. 5 In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my future days ; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. Watts. 238 i How gentle God's commands ! How kind his precepts are ! < Mine, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 Beneath his watchful eye His saints securely dwell ; That hand which bears all nature up, Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press clown your weary mind ? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from clay to day : I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. Doddridge. 239 i The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust Scattered with every breath ; His anger, like a rising wind, ( 'an send us swift to death. 3 ( )ur days are as the grass, ( )r like the morning flower ; If one sirup blast sweep o'er the field. It withers in an hour. 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Watts. PRAISE TO GOD. NUREMBURG. 7s. 93 J. Kahlk. i. Sing, my soul, his won-drous love, Who, from yon bright throne a - bove, =t |ea^-r — p j ^ p g IH^jfe^ ^ S Si^^E ^ ^ rJ>^'^ ibrrf w- Ev - er watch-ful o'er our race, Still to man ex - tends his grace. ,£L. _,&- - J^ r^#r^ e ^ I E # P 24.0 .2 Heaven and earth by him were made, All is by his sceptre swayed ; What are we that he should show So much love to us below ! j God, the merciful and good, Bought us with the Saviour's blood ; And, to make our safety sure, Guides us by his Spirit pure. 4 Sing, my soul, adore his name ; Let his glory be thy theme ; Praise him till he calls thee home, Trust his love for all to come. Doddridge. i Praise the Lord, his glories show, Saints within his courts below, Angels round his throne above, All that see and share his love. 2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; Praise his providence and grace, All that he for man hath done, All he sends us through his Son. -O- 4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts, In the concert bear your parts ; All that breathe, your Lord adore, Praise him, praise him, evermore ! Lyte. 242 1 Praise the Lord — his power confess ; Praise him in his holiness ; Praise him as the theme inspires, — Praise him as his fame requires 2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound Spread its loudest notes around ; Let the harp unite, in praise, With the sacred minstrel's lays. 3 Let the organ join to bless God, the Lord of righteousness ; Tune your voice to spread the fame Of the great Jehovah's name. 4 All who dwell beneath his light, In his praise your hearts unite ; While the stream of song is poured, Praise and magnify the Lord. Weangham. DOXOLOGY. Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as his love ; Praise him all ye heavenly host, Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 94 GOD. TELEMANN'S CHANT. 7s. Zeuner. I. Songs of praise the an - gels sang - ^ q? ^ Heaven with hal - le - lu-jahsrang, When Te -ho-vah's work be - gun -m- -0- -*- When he spake, and it was done. m1-1 H- — S ~&— 24-3 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And shall man alone be dumb Till that glorious kingdom come? No, the Church delights to raise Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amid eternal joy. Songs of praise their powers employ. Montgomery. 24-4 i All ye nations, praise the Lord, All ye lands, your voices raise : Heaven arid earth with loud accord, Praise the Lord, forever praise. 2 For his truth and mercy stand, Pasl and presenl ami to be, Like the years of his right hand. Like his own eternity. 3 Praise him, ye who know his love, Praise him from the depths beneath ; Praise him in the heights above ; Praise your Maker all that breathe. Montgomery. 245 i Heralds of creation ! cry, — Praise the Lord, the Lord most high ;. Heaven and earth, obey the call, Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 2 For he spake, and forth from night, Sprang the universe to light ; He commanded, — nature heard, And stood fast upon his word. 3 Praise him, all ye hosts above ; Spirits perfected in love ; Sun and moon, your voices raise ; Sing, ye stars, your Maker's praise. 4 Earth, from all thy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow ; Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm,. Hail and snow, his will perform. 5 Birds, on win;j,s of rapture soar. Warble at his temple-door ; Joyful sounds from herds and llocks„ Echo back, ye caves and rocks 6 High above all height, his throne ; Excellent his name alone ; Him let all his works confess, Him let all his children bless. Montgomery. PRAISE TO GOD. 95 MIRIAM. 7s. Double Donizetti. First time. ( Mag - ni - fy Je - ho - vah's name ; For his mer - cies ev - er sure, r" \ From e - ter - ni - ty the same, \Omit ] ^: £z -0- -t&- e ^ Second time. p3=jz^g^j-^tj-iL^^^^ To e - ter-ni - ty endure. 2. Let his ransomed flock rejoice, Gath-ered out of ^HM^M^Mlf^i & ev-eryland, As the peo-ple of his choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand '\s \&—T& " p- s » 1— i 1 In the wilderness astray, In the lonely waste they roam, Hungry, fainting by the way, Far from refuge, shelter, home 4 To the Lord their God they cry ; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear : 5 Them to pleasant lands he brings, Where the vine and olive grow ; Where, from verdant hills, the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow. 6 Oh that men would praise the Lord, For his goodness to their race ; For the wonders of his word, And the riches of his grace ! Montgomery. 247 i Hark, my soul, how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King : Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. 2 Nature's chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire ; Chanting every day their lauds, While the grove their song applauds. 3 Though their voices lower be, Streams have too their melody • Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. 4 All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring ; If heaven bless them, thankful they Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 5 Only man can scarce afford This short office to his Lord ; Man, on whom his bounty flows, All things gives, and nothing owes. 6 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, Wake, and gladly sing thy part ; Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy nobler powers. 7 Call whole nature to thy aid, Since 't was he whole nature made ; Join in one eternal song, Who to one God all belong. John Austin. 1668. Arr. by L. Masok i. Lord of earth ! thy form-ing hand Well this beau-teous frame hath planned -Pi r- Fir pin ihh^ E & Woods that wave, and hills that tower, O - cean roll - ing in his power -f=- -jA^jrrJ j ^l im «M-j-^-Ul§ ^ /•-l^-f y g=F*=S Yet, a - mid this scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, i&; i ° i ° What were all its joys to me? Whom have I. on earth but thee ! J- 248 2 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight Shines a world of purer light ; There in love's unclouded reign Parted hands shall meet again ; Oh, that world is passing fair! Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I in heaven but thee? 3 Lord of earth and heaver ! my breast S.cks in thee its only rest : I was lost ; thy accents mild Homeward lured thy wandering child Oh ! should once thy smile divine ( lease upon my soul tO shine, What were earth or heaven to me? Whom have I in each but thee ? ( In ANT. 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; Bounteous source of every joy ! Let thy praise our tongues employ. Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :— 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal autumn pours from her rich o'erflowing stores ; — Foid, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows, and solemn praise: And when every blessing 's down, Love thee for thyself alone. PRAISE TO GOD, WILMOT. 8s & 7s. 97 I. Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, a - dore him, Praise him, an - gels in the height ; -P — i— ^ ^ F P ii f & ¥ ^m #§ Sun and moon, re - joice be - fore him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light ! m M^M *=£ 250 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord — for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify his name. J. Kempthorne. 251 1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator ! Praise to thee from every tongue ; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 Father ! source of all compassion ! Pure, unbounded grace is thine : Hail the God of our salvation, Praise him for his love divine ! 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high ! 4 Praise to God, the great Creator, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; Praise him, every living creature, Earth and heaven's united host. 5 Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise : Then enraptured fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! Fawcett. 252 1 God is love ; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove ; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Time and change are busy ever ; Man decays, and ages move j But his mercy waneth never ; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom his brightness streameth, God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above ; Everywhere his glory shineth ; God is wisdom, God is love. BOWRING. 98 GOD. TRIUMPH. H. M. -ST LOCKHART. S 33 i. Sing to the Lord most high ; Let ev - ery land a - dore ; With grate-ful ^*T t S ^ M— : £2= f^ffl^f gf^^gp^^^^J^^^ij -m- ■f— voice make known His good - ness and his power : With cheerful ^eee^Be^N songs de-clare his ways, And let his praise in - spire your tongues. 253 2 Enter his courts with joy j With fear address the Lord j He formed us with his hand, And quickened by his word ; With wide command he spreads his sway, O'er every sea and every land. 3 His hands provide our food, And every blessing give ; We feed upon his care, And in his pastures live : With cheerful songs declare his ways, And let his praise inspire your tongues. 4 Good is the Lord our God, His truth and mercy sure ; While earth and heaven shall last, I lis promises endure : With wide command he spreads his sway, O'er every sea and every land. Dwiciit. 2 54 i Come, let us gladly sing To God, our Saviour- King ; With thanks his presence seek, In psalms his praises speak ; He's God most high ; let all draw nigh, And crown him —Lord of earth and sky. 2 He gave the mountains birth, He made the spacious earth ; His are the sea and land — They rose at his command : With reverence all before him fall, And on his name devoutly call. 3 Come, kneel before his throne, For he is God alone ; We are the flock he leads — The sheep his bounty feeds : To-day — to-day — his voice obey ; Grieve not the Holy Ghost away. Hatfiuld. PRAISE TO GOD lis & 8s 99 EXULTATION, i. Be joy-ful in God, all ye lands of the earth, Oh, serve him with gladness and fear : ult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and de - votion draw near. 255 2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and Ruler o'er all ; And we are his people, his sceptre we own ; His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 Oh enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim ! His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, And we are the work of his hand ; His mercy and truth from eternity stood, And shall to eternity Stand. Montgomery. m THE LORD IS GREAT. lis & 8s. P L. Mason. ^EE^ £ u^-4+J ^=P= Si^S -3±. =&S: P=i I. The Lord is great ! ye hosts of heaven, adore him, And ve who tread this earthly ball ; *El £eb 1— Y P 4 j 1 £ jd d gj r-^^=E Through heaven its joys for ^~f i F r ^ ev - er run, And o'er the earth they flow. ^ 66' Although the vine its fruit deny, The budding fig-tree droop and die, No oil the olive yield, Yet will I trust still in my God, Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod, And by his grace be healed. Though fields, in verdure once arrayed, By whirlwinds desolate be laid, Or parched by scorching beam ; Still in the Lord shall be my trust, My joy ; for, though his frown is just, His mercy is supreme. Though from the fold the flock decay, Though herds lie famished o'er the lea, And round the empty stall ; My soul above the wreck shall rise, Its better joys are in the skies, There God is all in all. In God my strength, howe'er distrest, I yet will hope and calmly rest, Nay, triumph In his love ; My lingering soul, my tardy feet, Free as the hind he makes, and fleet, To speed my course above. II O, Ondbrdonk. 265 2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Their genial drops distil ; In every vernal beam it glows, It breathes in every gale that blows, And glides in ever}' rill. 3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, And pours its flowery beauties round, Whose sweets perfume the gale ; Its bounties richly spread the plain, The blushing fruit, the golden grain, And smile in every vale. 4 But in thy word, I see it shine With grace and glories more divine. Proclaiming sin forgiven ; There Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day, And opens all her heaven. 5 Then let the love thai makes me bh st With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude ; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my father and my friend, My soul's eternal good I IIf.nuv Moore. PRAISE TO GOD. ICK HOLY IS THE LORD. Moderate). Wm. B. Bradbury. m PPi^ I. Ho - ly, ho - ly, ho - ly is the Lord ! ^ 1 £ : j- z3=^: Sing, O ye peo - pie, $ P £fcr f^ -J^J— i S^Pf 3E glad - ly a - dore him ; Let the mount-ains trem - ble at his word ; £= § m jlJ— j F^r e : TF S Let the hills be joy - ful be - fore eippppp him ; Might - y in wis - doni, 1 l^l^a * bound-less in mer - cy, Great is Je - ho - vah, King o - ver all ^^^=^ ^=y. i r — : i _u =s ' .—- -- * CHORUS. £31 ^n i 1 gh=i: g-f^^=B^^^ a — g Ho ly, ho- ly, ho- ly is the Lord, Let the hills be joy - ful be -fore him. ^ -r r ■ * 267 2 Praise him, praise him ! shout aloud for joy, Watchman of Zion, herald the story ; Sin and death his kingdom shall destroy ; All the earth shall sing of his glory ; Praise him, ye angels, ye who behold him Robed in his splendor matchless divine. 3 King eternal, blessed be his name ! So may his children gladly adore him, When in heaven we join the happy strain, When we cast our bright crowns before him There in his likeness joyful awaking, There we shall see him, there we shall sing. I06 GOD PRAISE THE LORD. Wm. B. Bradbury. fe£ ^^r^E^^^t^^^^^^^^m „ u - * i. Praise the Lord, oh ! praise him, praise him, Praise the Lord who reigns a - bove i ^=B E_y -r 4s ^=i£^=g ^E3 ^ p * * - * Now with cheer- ful voi - ces raise him Songs of grat - i - tude and love. i=gM^^# £ — j^~ m^ -r= <\ ^ i ^=J-J4j-^ ^ Praise him, all ye great ere - a - tion , Praise him, ev - ery fe f E:££: Praise ye the Lord, m=£ ^ £ Praise him, praise him ! pimpip B=*= i clime and na tion, Praise the Giv of sal- m - s 3= s?= — Praise him, Praise ye the Lord Praise him praise him ! 268 2 Praise the Lord of life and glory, Praise the Lord of truth and grace ; Tell to all Ins wond'rous story : Bid them early seek his face. 3 Praise the Lord with loud hosannas, Praise him with 1 he mighty throng : Write his name upon your banners, Be his praise your battle song ! 4 Praise the Giver of Salvation, Praise him every clime and tongue: Heav'n and earth, and all creation Shout aloud in joyful song! Cameron. CHRIST'S NATIVITY, AMALAND. 8s & 7s. Double. 107 L. Mason. S Eg^^z ^^ 1 4 *t 1 <3 — - Ei^i :i: 3: I. Hark ! what mean those ho-ly voi - ces, Sweet-ly sounding thro' the skies? ■• ; -g- if- — & — J" -n ■ -r — # n r • g^- i^ IN^Ni 3Bz m i=F :ia: ^^^fegagbd^d^ Lo!th'an-gel - ic host re - joic - es ; Heavenly hal - le - lu - jahs rise. j* fa- -/m- -m- -|g- • -jj- -s- ^— i fcfef £', r fern B^g=g=£51i 2. Hear them tell the wondrous sto - ry, Hear them chant -m- • -es- -*■ -m- -fP- -Oh fc« <+ in hymns of joy ee: r r . f -r r fiii P ■V k" ^1 3^ Glo - ry in ^£ the high-est — glo - ry ! Glo - ry be to God most high ! l=g^£=g=£ P &- " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven !" — Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ! Oh receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 5 " Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy ; Till in heaven ye sing before him — 'Glory be to God most high !' " Cawood. 108 GOD. REGENT SQUARE. 8s & 7s. Sir H. Smart. i. Shepherds ! hail the won-drous stran-ger ; Now to Beth-le'm speed your way ; Lo ! in yon - der hum - ble man-ger, Christ, the Lord, is born to - day; m tfJT jr F '-frMm^m^f^m Si dlj pi lluftd^tfE^ J -) J 1^1 rj~r^~T e Lo ! in yon - der hum- ble man-ger, Christ, the Lord, is born to - day! m g m 270 2 Christ, by prophets long-predicted, Joy of Israel's chosen race ; Light to Gentiles long-afflicted, Lost in error's darkest maze. 3 Bright the star of your salvation, Pointing to his rude abode ! Rapturous news for every nation : Mortals ! now behold your God ! 4 Glad, we trace th' amazing story, Angels leave their bliss to tell ; Theme sublime, replete with glory — Sinners saved from death and hell. 5 Love eternal moved the Saviour Thus to lay his radiance by ; Blessings on the Lamb for ever — Glory be to God on high ! 271 1 Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth, Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth ; ( !ome and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing ; Yonder shines the infant Light ; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen his natal star ; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence; Mercy calls you ; break your chains \ Come and worship, Worship Christ the new born King. MON rGOMBRY. CHRIST'S NATIVITY. HERALD ANGELS. 7s. Double. 109 Mendelssohn. I. Hark ! the her - aid an - gels sing, " Glo - ry to the new-born King ! -m- * ~& *- imi i* # ~^ * -5T S=^ r - . - - ■#■ 1 - - *-- r Peace on earth, and mer - cy mild, God and sin - ners re - con-ciled. J- - A. K _ ^ HE =**= P EFR H=4^=H5^ j ,jij J J-j Joy - ful, all ye na - tions, rise, Join the tri - umph of the skies J J _ J m jM i-U-t^ 4^=g^# fe s g^dz^d^i^i^^^iii^ With th' an- gel - ic host Dro - claim, "Christ is born in Beth - le - hem.' jL. ± A. *..*<*. H F 1 F~~^ i!-*±±j: s E ]» jg- ^=4 ffeN^ i m 3=±3=3 Hark ! the her -aid an - gels sing, "Glo-ry to the new-born King !" A-rren. ±±4- J- f f F If T '4 l+TrVif f j ^j£ 272 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; Christ the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the favored one. Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate Deity: Pleased, as man, with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel ! Hark ! the herald angels, etc. 3 Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of peace. ! Hail ! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die : Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give -them second birth. Hark ! the herald angels,, etc. 2 -2 Wesley. no GOD. MOZART. I T i. Hark ! the herald an - gels sing, " Glo-ry to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and if J=*^U - * M-f-rc-f r , rf-^ *£ £ * f^^f,^ir;i ii, ^toi r-rn5* mer - cv mild. God and sin - ners re - conciled. God and sin - ners re-con-ciled." +- m " — * i " i=* p* ^ 273 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; Join the triumphs of the skies ; With the angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Mild he lays his glory by ; Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth. 4 Veiled in fiesh, the Godhead see : Hail, the Incarnate Deity, Pleased, as man, with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel, here. 5 Let us then with angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! — Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " C. Wesley. 274- 1 Hi-: has come, the Christ of God ! Left for us his glad abode ; Stooping from his throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness ! Z II - has come, the Prince of peace ! ' !ome io hiil our sorrows cease ; ( !i ime to s< ittcr, with his light, All the shadows of our night. 3 He, the mighty King, has come ! Making this poor earth his home ; Come to bear our sin's sad load, Son of David, Son of God ! 4 He has come, whose name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race ! Left for us his glad abode, Son of Mary, Son of God ! 275 1 God with us ! oh, wondrous name ! Manifest in flesh he came, Hiding in a form like mine All his attributes divine. 2 Equal with the Father, still He obeys the Father's will, Lays his rightful glories by, Comes, as man, for man to die. 3 While as man on earth he dwelt, As true God his power was felt ; At his voice diseases fled, Opening graves restored their dead. 4 As a man he groans and dies, Prisoned in the tomb he lies ; Soon he rises from the grave, Man to die, but God to save. B Manly, Jib CHRIST'S NATIVITY I II RATHBUN. Js & 7s. J. CONKEY. p^^^^^^R^^^%^d=y i. Hail ! thou long - ex - pect - ed Je - sus, Born to set thy peo - pie free mmm Hi ^ *^ ^^ ss T From our sins and fears re - lease us, 276 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints, thou art ; Long desired of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart. 3 Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, yet God our King, Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne. C. Wesley. i Hark ! a thrilling voice is sounding ; " Christ is nigh," it seems to say ; " Cast away the dreams of darkness, O ye children of the day ! " 2 Wakened by the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise ; Christ, her Sun, all ill dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. 3 Lo ! the Lamb, so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heaven ; Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiven. Pf^ I Let us find our rest in thee. 4 That when next he comes with glory And the world is wrapped in fear, With his mercy he may shield us, And with words of love draw near. 5 Honor, glory, might, and blessing, To the Faster, and the Son, With the everlasting Spirit, While eternal ages run. 278 1 Come ye lofty, come ye lowly, Let your songs of gladness ring • In a stable lies the Holy, In a manger rests the King. 2 Come ye poor, no pomp of station Robes the child your hearts adore : He, the Lord of your salvation, Shares your want, is weak and poor. 3 Oxen, round about behold them ! All is naked, cold and bare ! See the shepherds, God has told them That the Prince of Life lies there. 4 Let us bring our poor oblations, Thanks and love and faith and praise, Come ye people, come ye nations, One and all on him to gaze. 5 Hark, the heaven of heavens is ringing, Christ the Lord to man is born ! Are not all our hearts, too, singing, Welcome, welcome, happy morn ! A. T. GURNEY. 112 GOD GLAD TIDINGS Congregation. Avison. si - ah is King ' m3^ Zi - on, the mar-vel- lous sto-ry be tell-ing, The Son of the r- -i» ,-r- -r- .~r ^ f- . -g- ^ -i*- ;^ f) j j lj ^fegpN^^d^ ij I J J 1^=^ Highest, how lovv-ly his birth ! The brightest archan-gel in glo - ry ex - cell-ing, w^ht^MQ^k^m £=*£=£ ^ £#^=§^p Congregation. ^mm He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth ! Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; ^ Y^n^n^^M^m r Final Cltorus. ^^j£^^J=J#=-r^M %* mm Je - ru Je salem triumphs. Messi-ah is King ! Mes-si - ah is King, Messi - ah is King ! P#f-^fffaf=f [ f if ^ 279 Choir. 2 Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round ; How free to the faithful he offers salvation, How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd. Cong. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King! Choir. 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Cong. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King! Muhlknbuko. CHRIST'S NATIVITY. STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 113 H. Kingsbury. I. Saw you nev - er in the twi - light, When the sun has left the skies $d J j I pN^^M * W Up in heaven the clear stars shin - ing Through the gloom like sil - ver eyes? H^Ff ^ %- pp f k 1 So of old the wise men, watching, Saw a lit - tie stran - ger star : @=f=£=fb=::E4f £ ^NF^f 1? b f te^a^#fe^t And they knew the King was giv - en ; And they fol - lowed it from far. e a*. £M PP 280 2 Heard you never of the story How they crossed the desert wild, Journeyed on by plain and mountain, Till they found the holy Child — How they opened all their treasure, Kneeling to that infant King, Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering? 3 Know you not that lowly infant Was the bright and Morning Star, He who came to light the Gentiles And the darkened isles afar? And we too may seek his cradle, There our hearts' best treasure bring Love and faith and true devotion, For our Saviour, God, and King. U4 GOD ANTIOCH. -ps- C. M. Handel. Arr.by L. Mason. i. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth re-ceive her King ' Let £ • £■ * ■ J . J*, ^-,. £ .-£■: £ r-A -h m ev - en* heart pre - pare him room, And heaven and nature sing, And And heaven and na-ture g=i j j jU: =atrftfra5 P1 heaven and na - ture sinj sing, And heaven and na - ture sing. £ % ■&=^ - eing, And heaven and na - ture sing. 28l 2 Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. watts. 282 1 Sing to the Lord, ye distanl lands, Ve tribes of every tongue ; His in v. dis( overed grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son ; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day ; Joy through the earth be seen ; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea ; Ye mountains, sink ; ye valleys, rise ; Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold, he comes ; he comes to bless The nations, as their God, To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. C) But when his voice shall raise the (had, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dre id To sec their Judge appear ! V A I I . CHRIST'S NATIVITY. NEWBOLD. C. M. 115 KlNGSLEY. I. Mor - tals. awake, with angels join. And chant the sol - emn lay ; J037, love, and ts grat - i-tude, combine To hail th' auspi - cious day, To hail th' auspi - cious day. ^g^-»— t— #- ^ -S^ sgE 5 283 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo rolled ; The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 'T was more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran ; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail, Redeemer, brother, friend ! Though earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end. Medley. 284 i Hark ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2. He comes, the prisoner to release, In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters vield. He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, The welcome shall proclaim, And heavens eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Doddridge; 285 1 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemer's birth ; Mortals ! awake ; let every tongue Proclaim his matchless worth. 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done ! 3 Good-will to men ; ye fallen race ! Arise, and shout for joy ; He comes, with rich, abounding grace, To save, and not destroy. 4 Lord ! send the gracious tidings forth, And fill the world with light, That lew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might, hurn. 116 GOD ATHENS. C. M. Double. GlARDIl.I. i ■ ■ r Then let us swell re - sponsive notes. And join the heaven-lv throng • 286 2 Good-will to sinful dust is shown. And peace on earth is given ; For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour coiiks. With news of joy from heaven. Mercy and truth with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn ; Let heaven and earth in concert sing, " The promised child is born ! " 287 It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old. From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : "• Pi ice to the earth, good will i<> man, From heaven's all-gracious King:" The earth in solemn stillness lay. To hear the angels sing. StiM thro' tin- < loven skies they come, With peax eful wings unfurled ; And still celestial music floats O'er all the weary world ; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds, The blessed angels sing. 3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, Look up ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : ( )h rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing ! ; For lo, the days are hastening on, By prophet hards foretold, When with the ever-circling years ( 'nines round the age of gold ! When peace shall over all the earth Its final splendors fling, |song And the whole world send back the Which now the angels sing ! srars. CHRIST'S NATIVITY CHRISTMAS. C. M. 117 Handel. W" r 1. While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The an-gel ^^^^^^^^^ fc^ ^ 3* j sQU llii i I j i ^t ^ S r of the Lord came down, And glo-ry shone a - round, And glo-rv shone a- round. F=Fif-^^H? a*=gTn^-rrf 288 2 " Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind, — ''Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind. 3 " To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : — 4 *'The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph — and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song: — 6 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease ! " Tate. 289 1 Messiah ! at thy glad approach The howling winds are still ; Thy praises fill the lonely waste, And breathe from every hill. M. Bruce. 2 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, A robe of beauty wears ; And in new heavens a brighter sun Leads on the promised years. 3 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace The loud hosanna sing ; With hallelujahs, and with hymns, O Zion, hail thy King. 29O 1 Awake, awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord ! Let every heart and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power By whom the worlds were made — Oh, happy morn ! illustrious hour ! — Was once in flesh arrayed ! 3 Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious forms, When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms. 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs To hail the joyful clay ; With rapture then let mortal tongues Their grateful worship pay. 5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due ! With wonder we adore ; But could we sing as angels do, Our highest praise were poor. Tl8 GOD L. M When marshall'd on the night-ly plain, The glittering host be - stud the sky, One star a-lone, of all the train, Can fix the sin-ner's [Omit ] D.s. one a-lone the Sav-iour speaks — It is the Star of [Omit 1 ^B V ^ ^ ^ ^^ r N ;u -frnrg Second. Fine wand'ringeye. 2. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From ev'ryhost.from ev'rygem; But Beth-le-hem. g j J j irW g r c |F-^f lULiT-feg^i^^hr-i^ 291 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a Star arose — It was the Star of Bethlehem. g It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and fore verm ore, . The Star — the Star of Bethlehem ! H. Kikke White. 292 1 WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on /ion's hill, When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the night, Watched o'er their flocks by starry light— 2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came ; High heaven with songs of triumph rung, [sung : While thus they struck their harps and 4 "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye ; The long-expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again ; The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5 " See, Mercy, from her golden urn, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold, she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair. 6 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart; Bids Satan and his host depart ; Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom." T. Campbell. 293 1 Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn, For unto us a Saviour 's born ; See, how the angels wing their way, To usher in the glorious day! 2 Hark ! what sweet music, what a song, Sounds from the bright, celestial throng! [part Sweet song, whose melting sounds im- Joy to each raptured, listening heai t. CHRIST'S NATIVITY, WEBB, 7s & 6s. II9 I. Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, D. s. To take away transgression, f? <* — nf if — I* — 0 P—rS: 11 m ,f • f ? f rF — f II 55 rr fj=^^^^4^^^^r^j^rj^ m F His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, And rule in e - qui- ty. Nfj-F-fi^tThf^ Mr' Mggi^p g 294 2 He comes with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong ; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight. 3 He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth ; And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth : Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go ; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 Arabia's desert-ranger To him shall bow the knee, The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see ; With offerings of devotion, Ships from the Isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at his feet. 5 Kings shall fall down before him, And gold and incense bring, All nations shall adore him, His praise all people sing : For he shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar. 6 To him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom, still increasing, A kingdom without end : The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His Name shall stand for ever ; That Name to us is Love. Montgomery, ) 5 Children's Hosanna. i When his salvation bringing, To Zion jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name. 2 Nor did their zeal offend him, But as he rode along, Fie bade them still attend him, And smiled to hear their song. 3 Then since the Lord retaineth His love for children still — Though now as King he reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill — 4 We'll flock around his banner, Who sits upon the throne, And sing aloud, TTosanna ! To David's royal Son. j. king. 120 GOD CHRISTMAS HYMN. H. M. M. Harp. i. Hark ! what ce - les - tial sounds, What mu - sic fills the air ! Soft ff: iff • ff: warb- ling to the morn, It strikes the rav - ished ear ; Now all is still ; now wild it floats In tune - ful notes, loud, sweet, and shrill. 296 2 The angelic hosts descend With harmony divine ; See how from heaven they bend, And in full chorus join : a Fear not," say they ; " great joy we bring : Jesus, your King, is born to-day. 3 " He comes, your souls to save From death's eternal gloom ; To realms of bliss and light He lifts you from the tomb : Your voices raise ; with sons of light Your songs unite of endless praise. 4 "Glory to God on high ! Ye mortals, spread the sound, And let your raptures fly To earth's remotest hound ; For peace on earth, from God in heaven To man is given, at Jesus' birth." 297 1 Hark ! hark ! — the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains ; Some new delight in heaven is known ; Loud sound the harps around the throne. 2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh, The joyful hosts descend ; Jesus forsakes the sky, To earth his footsteps bend ; He comes to bless our fallen race ; He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round ; Let every mortal know What love in God is found, What pity he can show ; Ye winds that Mow, ye waves that roll, Rear the glad news from pole to pole. 4 Strike, strike the harps again, To great Immanuel's name ; Arise, ye sons of men, And all his grace proclaim ; Angels and men, wake every string, Tis Cod the Saviour's praise we sing! A. Rbi d. CHRIST'S NATIVITY, 121 ORIENT. lis. Mozart. P ' '" £ * ' t*-" — 9 i--*-*' » " — * * — Jt" I. Bright - est and best of the sons of the morn - ing ! Dawn on our ^ p^m ~^m p^NN^ m dark - ness, and lend us thine aid !. _ji * * J Star of the East, the ho i=§ %^=m mmm ? zon a - dorn - ing, m Guide where our in A fant Re - deem - er is laid. p££ttrfg|r d 298 2 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. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? 4 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. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Hebbr. 122 GOD ZERAH. C. M. L. Mason. i. Bright was the guid - ing star that led With mild, be-nig-nant ray, The Gen- tiles to the low - ly shed, Where the Re-deem-er lay; PW m a ± 299 2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode ; It shines through sin and sorrow's To guide us to our God. [night, 3 Oh, haste to follow where it leads ! The gracious call obey ; Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way. 4 ( )h, gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given ! Who meekly follow Christ on earth Shall reign with him in heaven. Harriet Auber. 300 i To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power increasing still shall spread, His ivi'Mi no end shall know: Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. John Morrison. ;oi In stature grows the heavenly Child, With death before his eyes ; A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, Prepared for sacrifice. The Son of God his glory hides With parents mean and poor ; And he who made the heavens abides In dwelling-place obscure. Those mighty hands that stay the sky, No earthly toil refuse ; And he who set the stars on high, A humble trade pursues. He before whom the angels stand, At whose behest they fly, Now yields himself to man's command, And lays his glory by. The Father's name we loudly raise, riie Son we all adore, The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, Both now and evermore. CHRIST'S CHILDHOOD, GRATITUDE. L. M. 12 Hastings. i. The Word, with God the Fa-therOne, Be -fore the heav'ns and earth were made, Is now the Vir- gin's new-born Son, Up- on her low-ly bo - som laid. 302 2 Already on his sinless head The streams of wrath begin to flow; Already on his infant bed The pangs of grief he deigns to know. 3 The lowliest poverty he bears That we may be with wealth supplied, He weeps : O precious grief and tears ! Through him the world is purified. 4 Jesus, who earnest from on high To be the Lamb for sinners slain, Leave not thy ransomed flock to die, Nor let thy toil be spent in vain. 30^) Children's Hymn. i Jesus a child his course begun : How radiant dawned his heavenly day! And those who such a race would run As early should be on their way. 2 His Father's business was his care ; Yet in man's favor still he grew : Oh, might we learn by thought and prayer, Like him a work of love to do ! 3 For all mankind he came, nor yet An infant's visit would deny ; Nor friend nor mother did forget In his last hour of agony. 4 O children ask him to impart That spirit clear, that temper mild, Which made the mother in her heart Keep all the sayings of her Child. 5 Bless him who said, of such as you His Father's kingdom is, and still, His yoke to bear, his work to do, Study his life to learn his will. OSSOLI. 1 " See how he loved ! " exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell ; My grateful heart the thoughc*pursues? And on the theme delights to dwell, 2 See how he loved, who traveled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies I Who bade disease and pain begone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death ! Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 4 Such love can we, unmoved, survey ? Oh, may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show ! Bache. 124 GOD. SWEET STORY. lis & 8s — ^ (For Children.) ms^rFFgm I. I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Je-sus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then m • |ap ~|-U 5 u »- ^ fe E 305. 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, [around me, That his arms had been thrown And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love ; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above — HEBER. C. M. 4 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare, For all who are washed and forgiv'n And many dear children are gathering there, [heav'n.' " For of such is the kingdom of 5 I long for the joys of that glorious time, The sweetest, and brightest, and best, When the dear little children of every clime, Shall crowd to his arms and be blest. Jemima Lukk. George Kingsley. iii wmm =t= ** 1. See the kind Shep-herd, Je - sus, stands, With all en - gag £35 ing charms ; 3O6 2 Permit them to approach, he cries, Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came. 3 He'll lead us to the heavenly streams Where li \ i iilt waters Mow: And guide us to the fruitful fields Where trees of knowledge grow. The feeblest lamb amidst the flock Shall be its Shepherd's care : While folded in the Saviour's arms We're safe from every snare. Doddridge. HOSANNA. L. M DUET. CHRIST'S LIFE AND MINISTRY. T25 From " S. S. Minstrel." I. What are those soul-re - viving strains, Which e - cho thus from Salem's plains? What ffi^ULJ^^ ^=r^=^=£=?^^^^mi- CHORUS. w^m m m ^fiir-fH t=^ =*=* -f— - I ■■■--! anthems loud, and louder still, So sweetly sound from Zion's hill ? Glo - ry, glo- ry ir r r IMCzTT- r-B^^^H^=£^se ^^^-t^^^^^^^ =*=* let us sing, While heaven and earth with glory ring; Ho- san-na ! *".o - san-na ,i> --] j. ^3 ^ ^4 llegretto. s= E^g^^ =*^ Ho - sanna to the Lamb of God. Glo- ry, glory let us sing, While heaven and earth with m^r- CHT£:Bl^^Ljq£=£ r r lr ^-gaJl^jgEEgEEgEEg l^rrtf=ff^^Y^r^^^^ r glo- ry ring ; Ho - san-na ! ho - san-na ! Ho - san-na to the Lamb of God. w^ g^£=£=C=C=^^ 3^7 Christ and the Children. 2 Lo ! 'tis an infant chorus sings Hosanna to the King of kings: The Saviour comes ! — and babes pro- claim Salvation, sent in Jesus' name. 3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise, For we will join this song of praise ; Still Israel's children forward press To hail the Lord their Righteousness. 4 Messiah's name shall joy impart Alike to Jew and Gentile heart : He bled for us, he bled for you, And we will sing hosanna too. 5 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear ; See David's Son and Lord appear ! All praise on earth to him be given, And glory shout thro' highest heaven. 308 ' 1 To thee be glory, honor, praise, Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, King ! Inspired with joy at thine approach, Thy children loud hosannas sing. 2 Hail, Israel's King ! hail, David's Son ! Hail, thou that in Jehovah's name Didst come thy people to redeem, And comest now thy crown to claim ! 3 Then, in thy way to Salem's courts, They met thee with triumphal palms ; Now, for thy glad return we watch With longing prayers, and vows, and psalms. 126 GOD. PEACE, BE STILL. 8s & 7s. From " Narrative Hymns/ ^^P 3=* EfEEr t ^=&=g ^5E=: i. Fierce - lv came the tem- pest sweeping, Down the lake of Gal - i - lee ; s;_=an ^—^-^ fe* m ^=; f^rt=^ & ^ *=* But the ship where Christ lay sleeping Might not sink in that wild sea # -P — F r1 ? ir ^f ^H X± J ij J ^n ;: *=»= When he rose, the tem -pest chid - ing, When he bade the wa - ters rest; ft* -fiL. ^m * • ^s= ^ ^H 3^=^ ^^ S irEHEfe s=sf Calm the lit - tie ship we* . gliding On the blue lake's quiet breast. A- men. J - J J. gr^tr FJ^i=^^: e f' r iH^ff 309 2 And the white waves rushing past her, Round her keel lay smooth and still ; For the wild waves knew their Master; And the waves obeyed his will. Thou who heard'st those seamen pleading, Waking at their anguish cry — i) not now, when comfort needing, Saviour, unto thee we fly. 3 When at night our homes are shaken, And the howling winds we hear — As in terror we awaken, Keep us safe from harm and fear. When the waves of pride, or anger, Rise to vex our hearts within ; p us from 1 dinger, I pa ioi si n ms of sin. 3IO 1 Once upon the heaving ocean Rode a bark at evening tide, While the waves, in wild commotion, Dashed against the vessel's side. Jesus, sleeping on a pillow, Heeded not the raging billow ; While the winds were all abroad, Calmly slept the Son of God. 2 In that dark and stormy hour Fearful hearts awaked their Lord. Jesus, by his sovereign power, Calmed the tempest with a word. On life's dark and restless ocean, Mid the billows' wild commotion, Trembling soul, your Lord is there; Ke will make you still his care. Mrs. Dana. CHRIST'S LIFE AND MINISTRY 12/ WARNER. L. M. m =st " Templi Carmina.1 ^-+ ^i ^pig=s SE 1. How sweet- ly flowed the gos - pel sound From lips of gen - tie - ness and grace, jTJ r. "— W H @- =4= ^ i. My dear Re-deem - er, and my Lord, I read my du _ i i ty in thy word => i g g£ But in thy life the law ap-pears, Drawn out in liv char - ; c- ters. ml S— J=(zn fc> fe 3H 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. Watts. 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light ? Oh, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? \ Oh, who like thee, so humbly bore The si orn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, forgiving godlike, high, So glorious in humility ? 4 The bending angels stooped to see The lisping infant clasp thy knee, And smile as in a father's eye, Upon thy mild divinity. 5 And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee ; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 6 Oh, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe ; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! A. C. Coxk. 3l6 1 When like a stranger on our sphere. The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er he went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her fainting head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, Beheld his face, — for God is light ; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung. 3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame To hail their great Deliverer came ; O'er the cold grave he bowed his head, He spake the word, and raised the dead. 4 Despairing madness, dark and wild, In his inspiring presence smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul. Montgomery. CHRIST'S LIFE AND MINISTRY. T 29 TRENT. CM. " Greatorex Coll." I. What grace, O Lord, and beau - ty shone A- round thy steps be - low ; fe^d=^##^N^H^ d? e- T r H5^ sfeS pppppiiiii ^ * r What pa - tient love was seen in all 2= & £ i Thy life and death of E Is ■ I La- P ^=P= ^ 3X7 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung- ; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee ! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sin than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord ! with thee. _ _ O E. Denny. 318 i Incarnate Word ! by every grief, By each temptation tried, Who lived to yield our ills relief, And to redeem us died ! 2 If gaily clothed and proudly fed, In dangerous wealth we dwell, Remind us of thy manger bed, And lowly cottage cell. 3 If press'd by poverty severe, In envious want we pine, Oh may the Spirit whisper near, How poor a lot was thine ! 4 Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free ; Like us thou hast a mourner been, May we rejoice with thee ! 3*9 1 Thou art the Way : to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth : thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life : Grant us to know that Way ; That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Which leads to endless day. doane. MO GOD. AUTUMN. 8s & 7s. Double. -N-i — I (- Spanish. I. Je - sus wept ! those tears are o - ver, But his heart is still the same ; -»-•• ;,!■ -e * * -< -J P p^PPi s s *=i= S- : I Kinsman, Friend, and Eld -er Broth- er, Is his ev - er-last-ing name. Wfr *•■ z - * i g : r * ^ ^ E ,^s te> nr: r r: cif fH 1 J E£ S^E 1 s T Sav-iour, who can love like thee, *: Gra-cious One of Be - tha - nv ? rSi ital -^^ fc*= i i T~J lj 1 =S^E gg# Sav- iour, who can love like thee, U_ Z <• £ Gra-cious One of Be -tha - ny? ^ f* f* i -. it^ 320 2 When the pangs of trial seize us, When the waves of sorrow roll, I will lay my head on Jesus, Pillow of the troubled soul. Surely, none can feel like thee, Weeping One of Bethany. 3 Jesus wept! and still in glory, He can mark each mourner's tear ; Living to retrace the story Of the hearts lie solaced here. Lord, when 1 am called to die, Let me think of Bethany. 4 Jesus wept ! thai tear of sorrow Is a legacy of love ; Yesterd ly, to day, to morrow, II • the same doth ever prove. Thou art all in all to me, Living ( >ne of Bethany ! CHRIST'S LIFE AND MINISTRY. PARK STREET. L. M. 131 Venua. I. Ride on, ride on in ma - jes- ty ! In low-ly pomp ride on to die : O Christ ! thy P. - ^-mri&-i — - m & i - ffFr ■■m — rtf ; ^ ae-t £ si 5 ^ f= 1 1 -•*- 3 g ^ s 1 g a gi triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquer'd sin, O'er captive death and conquer'd sin. 321 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Hark ! all the tribes hosanna cry ! Thy humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down, with sad and wondering eyes, To see th' approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : The Father, on his sapphire throne, Expects his own anointed Son. 5 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die : Bow thy meek head to mortal pain ; Then take, O God, thy power, and MlLMAN. J 22 * O wondrous type, O vision fair, Of glory that the Church shall share, Which Christ upon the mountain shows, Where brighter than the sun he glows ! 2 With shining face and bright array, Christ deigns to manifest to-day What glory shall be theirs above, Who joy in God with perfect love. 3 And faithful »isarts are raised on high By this great vision's mystery ; For which in joyful strains we raise The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. 4 .0 Father, with the Eternal Son, And Floly Spirit, ever One, Vouchsafe to bring us by thy grace To see thy glory face to face. J. M. Neale. 323 i Flow fast, my tears ! the cause is great ; This tribute, claims an injured Friend : One whom I long pursued with hate, And yet he loved me to the end. 2 Fast flow my tears ; yet faster flow, Stream copious as yon purple tide ; 'Twas I that dealt the deadly blow, I urged the hand that pierced his side. 3 Fast, and yet faster flow my tears, Love breaks the heart and drowns the eyes, [rears, His visage marred, towards heaven he And, pleading for his murderers, dies ! 4 My grief no measure knows, nor end, Till he appears the sinner's Friend ! And gives me in a happy hour, To feel the risen Saviour's power. W. Shirley. 132 GOD OLIVE'S BROW. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. 4 I— . — I 1- -~~- -- ^S- -m j f^ -&>■ 1. 'Tis midnight ; and on Ol - ive's brow The star is dimmed that latc-ly shone: UddM^ ^m i i 333 'Tis midnight ; in tile gar - den, nnw, The suffering Saviour prays a - lone. £*?E* g=HU.J_lL3^ lg~H I I — U i lig > rg i^=P :£ £t FTTT^T^i 324 2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; Ev'n that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Tappan. 325 Lord ! in thy garden agony, No light seemed on thy soul to break. No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake — Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won; Till the sweet, mournful cry was hear!, "Thy will, ( ) God, not mine, he don !" Lord, bring these precious moments bat k, When, fainting, againsl sin we sti tin : Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain. 4 In weakness, help us to contend ; In darkness, yield to God our will ; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still ! 326 1 From Calvary a cry was heard — A bitter and heart-rending cry j My Saviour! every mournful word Bespoke thy soul's deep ago->y. 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One ! And all the eager hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep dis- grace— These thou could'st bear, nor once re- pine ; But when Jehovah vailed his face. Unutterable pangs were thine. .1 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems lend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! I le died, that we might never die. CHRIST'S SUFFERING AND DEATH. 133 ZEPHYR. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. I. The morning dawns up - on the place Where Je-sus spent the night in prayer; I- Tfg- -f>- -9- ^^ 3fe ^Ol^ ^m a=jC^=2 zzlz Through )delding glooms behold his face ! Nor form, nor come-li - ness is there. -^ , -f m T=$=f^ £^=£ 327 2 Brought forth to judgment,nowhestands Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar • Here,spurned byfierce praetorian bands, There, mocked by Herod's men of war. 3 He bears their buffeting and scorn — Mock-homage of the lip, the knee — The purple robe, the crown of thorn — The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree. 4 No guile within his mouth is found ; He neither threatens, nor complains ; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb, 'mid his murderers he remains. 5 But hark ! he prays : 'tis for his foes : And speaks: 'tis comfort to his friends ; Answers : and paradise bestows ; He bows his head : the conflict ends. Montgomery. 328 i Soft be the gently breathing notes, That sing the Saviour's dying love ; — Soft as the evening zephyr floats ; Soft as the tuneful lyres above : 2 Soft as the morning dews descend, While the sweet lark exulting soars ; So soft, to your Almighty Friend, Be every sigh your bosom pours : 3 Pure as the sun's enlivening ray, That scatters life and joy abroad ; Pure as the lucid car of day, That wide proclaims its Maker, God ; 4 Pure as the breath of vernal skies ; — So pure let our contrition be ; So purely let our love arise To him who bled upon the tree, collier. 329 1 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! Saviour of all who trust thy word ! To them who seek thee ever near, Now to our praises bend an ear. 2 In thy dear cross a balm is found, It flows from every streaming wound, Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 3 Thou didst create the stars of night ; Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light, Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear. 4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee :• When thou didst there yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. Gregory, *34 GOD. WILLIAMS. L. M Arranged from' Templi Carmina.' =1" =r =f '«i *F S wm I. When I sur-vey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glo - ry died, ?: T fP =i=t 3^ $ =#=F My rich - est gain PE I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. -» * fee Did e'ei such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 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. Watts. 33° 2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 Sec, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love Mow mingled clown ; EUCHARIST. gWrl «i: i .« =i«i' «i* f W*m I •oil CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH 135 331 1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies ; Hark ! his expiring groans arise ; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Descends the sacred, crimson tide. 2 And didst thou bleed ? — for sinners bleed ? And could the sun behold the deed ? No ; he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. 3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and mercy flow, And yet my heart so hard remain, Unmoved by either love or pain ? 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief and ardent love. Steele. 332 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man ! The Man of Grief, condemned for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood ; His sacred limbs ! exposed and bare, Or only covered with his blood. 3 Behold his temples crowned with thorn, His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfixed and torn, The fountain gushing from his side. 4 Oh thou dear suffering Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move? Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love ! C. Wesley. 333 1 " 'Tis finished ! " — so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died : " 'Tis finished ! " — yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 " 'Tis finished ! " — this his dying groan Shall sins of deepest hue atone, And millions be redeemed from death By Jesus' last, expiring breath. 3 " 'Tis finished ! " — Heaven is recon- ciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled ; Peace, love, and happiness again Return, and dwell with sinful men. 4 '"Tis finished !" — let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round : " 'Tis finished ! " — let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies. Stennett. 334 1 Nature with open volume stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; And every labor of his hands Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 Oh the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour loved and died ; Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 I would forever speak his name In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. Watts. 136 GO D. HAMBURG. L. M. 1 Gregorian Chant. iSEgrbs^zzgcfcEi^ wr-' ^ I. He dies ! — the Friend of sin- ners dies; Lo ! Sa-lem s daughters weep a - round g S a S A ol-emn dark-ness veils the skies A sudden trembling shakes the ground. -^ £=£ i^P :— -^Fg F 335 2 Ye saints, approach ! the anguish view Of him who groans beneath your load ; He gives his precious life for you, For you he sheds his precious blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of Glory dies for men ; But lo ! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how lie spoiled the hosts of hell. And led the tyrant death in chains. 5 Say, " Live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save ! " Then ask, — " O death, where is thy sting ? And where thy victory, O grave ? " Watts. 33^ Oh come and mourn with me awhile ! Oh come ye to the Saviour's side ! Oh come, together let us mourn ! Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Have we no tears to shed for him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah ! look how patiently he hangs : ' . our Lord, is crucified. I I • fast his hands and feet arc nailed ; His throat with parching thirst is dun I. His fainting eyes are dimmed with blood ! Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 4 Come, let us stand beneath the cross ; So may the blood from out his side Fall gently on us — drop by drop ; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 5 A broken heart, a fount of tears Ask, and they will not be denied : Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, Since thou for us art crucified. Faber. 337 1 Of him wno did salvation bring, I could forever think and sing ; Arise, ye needy, — he'll relieve ; Arise, ye guilty, — he'll forgive. 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given ; Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven, Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood ; He closed his eves to show us (".oil : Let all the world fall down and know, That none but God such love can show. 4 Insatiate to this spring I fly; I drink, and yet am ever dry ; Ah! who against thy charms is proof, Ah ! who that loves, can love enough. C Wesley. CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. ^y ROLLAND. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. I. Our spirits join t'adore the Lamb ; Oh, that our feeble lips could move In strains immortal g=Ff=^=fefe^ ± g g H~P I !*■ I* f « W=Z h=^= -*-#- 1 f fe#*fe e^^ 3*=^ gg r= £=* =§=±^ rr*r as his name, And melting as his dy-ing love, And melting as his dy-ing love. # e ¥ t=& m ^ =F 338 2 Was ever equal pity found ? The Prince of heaven resigns his breath, And pours his life out on the ground To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 In vain our mortal voices strive To speak compassion so divine ; Had we a thousand lives to give, A thousand lives should all be thine. Watts. 339 1 Lord Jesus, when we stand afar And gaze upon thy holy cross, In love of thee and scorn of self, Oh ! may we count the world as loss. 2 When we behold thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. 3 O holy Lord ! uplifted high With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, Embracing in thy wondrous love The sinful world that lies below ! .4 Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see ; And in the mystery of thy death Draw us and all men unto thee. Wm. Walsham How. 340 i Beneath thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see thy bloody crown ; Love drops in blood from every vein ; Love is the spring of all thy pain. 2 Here, Jesus, I shall ever stay, And spend my longing hours away, Think on thy bleeding wounds atid pain, And contemplate thy woes again. 3 The rage of Satan and of sin, Of foes without, and fears within, Shall ne'er my conquering soul remove, Or from thy cross, or from thy love. 4 Secured from harm beneath thy shade, Here death and hell shall ne'er invade j Nor Sinai, with its thundering noise, Shall e'er disturb my happier joys. 5 O unmolested, happy rest ! Where inward fears are all supprest; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure. Wm. Williams. 133 GOD MANOAH. C. M. " Greatorex Coll.' i. The Sav-iour, what a no - ble flame Was kin -died in his breast. When, hast - ing to Je - ru - sa - lem, He marched be- fore the rest ! 341 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross ; He longs to be baptized in blood, He pants to reach the cross. 3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew ; ' Twas love that urged him on. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can ; Our hearts shall sound abroad, Salvation to the dying man, And to the rising God ! 5 And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies. cowper. 3+2 1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. 3 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood ; His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ; He labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, " Thy will, not mine, be done I " 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ; His image may we bear; Oh, may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share ! Enfield. 343 1 How wondrous was the burning zeal Which filled the Master's breast. When, all his sufPrings full in view, To Salem's towers he pressed ! 2 Dear Lord ! no tongue can duly tell Thy love's prevailing might ; No thought can comprehend its length And breadth and depth and height ! 3 Yet grant that we may follow thee Through all thine hours of scorn ; And learn with thee to watch and pray,— With thee to weep and mourn. 1 And still, O blessed Nazarene ! The more thy cross we sec, The more may each exclaim with joy, The Saviour died for me ! CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. EVAN. C. M ^9 ^^ Havergal. A 1- E£ ~=f * — « ' -d :sfc I. From whence these direful o - mens round, Which heaven and earth a - maze? mm p^=hr=msmm m m ^5=z: m P^^F=P=T^=f^ i -^ And why do earthquakes cleave the ground ? Why hides the sun his rays? •Sz 344 2 Well may the earth astonished shake, And nature sympathize ; The sun as darkest night be black : Their Maker, Jesus, dies ! 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, His all-atoning blood ! Is this the Infinite ? 'tis he, My Saviour and my God ! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, For me this death is borne ; My sins gave sharpness to the nail, And pointed every thorn. 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ; Oh save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed, nor die in vain. S. Wesley, Jr. 345 i A pilgrim through this lonely world, The blessed Saviour passed ; A mourner all his life was he, A dying Lamb at last. 2 That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life-blood gave ; It found on earth no resting-place, Save only in the grave. 3 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear The cross, with all its scorn ? Or love a faithless evil world, That wreathed his brow with thorn ? 4 No ! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like him, obedient still, We homeward press thro' storm or calm. To Zion's blessed hill. Bonar. 346 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind, Nailed to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and -die for me ! 2 Hark ! how he groans, while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend ! The temple's vail asunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis finished ! now the ransom 's paid. " Receive my soul ! " he cries : See — how he bows his sacred head ! He bows his head and dies ! 4 But soon he '11 break death's iron chain, And in full glory shine ; O Lamb of God ! was ever pain — Was ever love like thine ! S. Wesley, Sr„ l-4-O GOD SILOAM. C. M. /. B. Woodbury. las! did my Sav - iour bleed ? And did my Sov- 'reign die? r<. ~&r SEE 347 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died, For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away ; Tis all that I can do. Watts. 348 1 Dark was the night, and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid ; His sweat like drops of blood ran down; In agony he prayed, — 2 " Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred will ; It not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I fulfil." 3 Go to the Garden, sinner ; see Those precious drops that flow ; The heavy load he bore for thee ; For thee lie lies so low. 4 Then learn of him the cross to bear ; Thy Father's will obey ; And, when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray, haweis. 349 f And did the Holy and the Just, The Sovereign of the skies, Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, That guilty man might rise ? 2 He took the dying sinner's place, And suffered in his stead ; For man, oh miracle of grace ! For man the Saviour bled. 3 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell In thine atoning blood ! By this are sinners saved from hell, And rebels brought to God. Steele. 35° 1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son ! Our misery reached his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to his throne ; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows. But cost his heart a groan. 3 This was compassion, like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. waits. CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 141 GOLDEN HILL. S. M. m W£ ^N s 3 1. Be - hold th' a - maz - ing sight, ^=f=ff #^£ The Sav iour lift - ed high ; ^ £=^P=B |N J j§ J. ^^^^^laijg^i^ 3 S1 Be - hold the Son of God's de - light Ex pire g^g^-]^ r ag - ny. Ppl P" 4 Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain ; The rocks are rent ; the graves are The veil is rent in twain. [burst ; 5 The sun withdraws his light ; The mid-day heavens grow pale ; The moon, the stars, the universe Their Maker's death bewail. 6 Shall man alone be mute ? Have we no griefs, or fears ? Come, old and young, come all man- kind, And bathe those feet in tears. 7 Come, fall before his cross, Who shed for us his blood ; Who died, the victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. 353 1 Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God, Each wand'ring in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upun the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke I His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for his flock ! Watts. 351 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne ? Why did he feel that painful smart, And meet that various scorn ? 3 For us he hung and bled, For us in torture died ; 'Twas love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side. 4 I see, and I adore In sympathy of love ; I feel the strong, attractive power To lift my soul above. 5 Drawn by such cords as these, Let all the earth combine, With cheerful ardor, to confess The energy divine. Doddridge. 352 1 O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. •2 See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend ; See down his face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. 3 Oh, hear that awful cry Which pierced his mother's heart, As into God the Father's hands He bade his soul depart. 10 142 GOD GERHARDT. 7s & 6s. J. P. HoLBROOK. i. 0 sacred Head, now woiinded.With grief and shame weigh' d down, Now scornfully sur - mm $ i i^F¥ ^* m ^■- round - ed With thorns, thine only crown ; O sa-crei Head, what glo - rv, What & F-n-* Je^ m r^^r i^e & - rv, T joy to call tlito mine. r j a 1 d * CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH H3 FABER. J. P. HoLBROOK. Blood is the price of heaven =1 All that price ex - ceeds Oh, come to be for - given ; He bleeds, my Sav - iour bleeds 355 2 Under the olive boughs, Falling like ruby beads, The blood drops from his brows ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 3 While the fierce scourges fall The precious blood still pleads ; In front of Pilate's hall He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 4 Beneath the thorny crown The crimson fountain speeds ; ON THE CROSS. 7s, See how it trickles down ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 5 Bearing the fatal wood, His band of saints he leads, Marking the way with blood ; He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 6 He hangs upon the tree, Hangs there for my misdeeds ; He sheds his blood for me • He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! Faber. s & 8s. j Be-hold ! behold ! the Lamb of God, On the cross, on the cross ! } j Now hear his I For you he shed his precious blood, On the cross, on the cross ! " E - loi BSg^gg^^E^fefe all - im-port-ant cry, ) ma sa- bac - tha- ni ;" ) Draw near, and see your Saviour die, On the cross, on the cross ! fmm€^BH^44M^M^ g uz p^ 356 2 Where'er I go I'll tell the story Of the cross, of the cross ! In nothing else my soul shall glory, Save the cross, save the cross ! Yes, this my constant theme shall be, Through time and in eternity, That Jesus suffer'd death for me, On the cross, on the cross ! Let every mourner come and cling To the cross, to the cross ! Let every Christian come and sing, Round the cross, round the cross ! Here let the preacher take his stand, And with the Bible in his hand, Proclaim the triumphs of the Lamb On the cross, on the cross ! 144 GOD SPANISH HYMN. 7s. Double. fwrf :S=t* , fc=E^=3 By the eyes so pale and dim, Stream-ing blood and vvrith-ing limb, ^ ^ 9 §p^ LU J J "11 *EE3 By the flesh with scourg-es torn, By the crown of twist - ed thorn, m St ¥ m :3z-d-g-; : By the drooping, death-dew'd brow, Son of Man, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! $ l=* f- f fu Fl 1 £j 357 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he ? By the sun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks and rending veil, By earth that trembles at his doom, By yonder saints that burst their tomb, Trembling nature knows thee now; Son of God, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do!" By Eden, promised ere he died To the felon at his side, Lord, our suppliant knees we bow, Son of God, 'tis thou! 'tis thou! Hound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he ? By the last and bitter < ry The life given up in agony ; By the baffled burning thirst, By the side so deeply pierced, Crucified ! we know thee now ; Son of Man, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Cold and lifeless, who is he? By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead : By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; By the linen round thy brow, Son of Man, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? Iiy the spoiled and empty grave, By the souls lie died to save, By the conquest he hath won, By the saints before his throne, By the rainbow round his brow; Son of God, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou! CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEATH CALVARY. 8s, 7s & 4s. HS Stanley. l. Hark ! the voice of love and mer - cy Sounds a - loud from Cal - va - ry : it S^ U-r -^ 33 m ^m. f^^A^^k^^^J^^^^ See, it rends the rocks a - sun - der, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky : It is fin-ished! It is fin - ished !" Hear the dy - ing Sav-iour cry. 358 2 It is finished, — oh what pleasure Do these precious words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. " It is finished ! " Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finished all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law, — Finished — all that God hath promised, Death and hell no more shall awe : " It is finished ! " Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All on earth and all in heaven Join to praise Immanuel's name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! Evans. 359 1 Who is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stained with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good ; Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears ? 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, Traveling onward in his might ; Tis the Saviour ; oh, how glorious To his people is the sight ! Satan conquered, and the grave ; Jesus now is strong to save. 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain ; Of his foes there's none remaining, None, the contest to maintain ; Fallen now, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign forever, Wear the crown so dearly won ; Never shall thy people, never, Cease to sing what thou hast done. Thou hast slain thy people's foes ; Thou hast healed thy people's woes. Kelly. 146 g o a. MARTYN. Double \ Ma - ry tc the Sav-iour's tomb Hast - ed at the ear - ly ( Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved was D.c. Trembling, while a crys - tal hood Is - sued from her weep - ing dawn ; } gone, j eyes. For a -while she lin-gering stood, Filled with sor - row and sur - prise; =S^^ r ip ft D.C. r=^^^^^s^ F=±=F= 360 2 Jesus, who is always near, Though too often un perceived, Came his drooping child to cheer, Kindly asking why she grieved : Though at first she knew him not, When he called her by name Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found he was the same. 3 Grief and sighing quickly fled As she heard his welcome voice ; Just before, she thought him dead, Now, he bids her heart rejoice. What a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus' sake, II,- will wipe your tears away. 4 lb- who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost, Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-tost. On his word your burden cast, On his love your thoughts employ ; Weeping for a while may last, But the morning brings the joy, Newton. 36 1 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. 2 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. 3 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 thee may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound ( )f the busy world around ; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. WllVTIIIEAD. CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS AND DEAiH. GETHSEMANE. 7s. 6 lines. S 147 f 3 ^ m =^= -sg- Your Re-deem-er's con - flict see: -=< i 1 Watch with him one bit ter hour : ^%=g^ E^E m P f¥ -3= -=J- -=)- -=*- sus Christ to Turn not from his griefs a - way ; Learn of m ■&■ 3?= pray. sfe I 36: Follow to the judgment-hall ; View the Lord of life arraigned. Oh the wormwood and the gall ! Oh the pangs his soul sustained ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss : Learn of him to bear the cross. Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete. " It is finished !" hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken him away? Christ is risen, he seeks the skies ; Saviour, teach us so to rise. Montgomery. 363 1 Wouldst thou learn the depth of sin, AD its bitterness and pain ? What it cost thy God to win Sinners to himself again ? Come, poor sinner, come with me ; Visit sad Gethsemane. 2 Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love? Seek it not beside the throne ; List not angels' praise above ; Come and hear the heavy groan By the Godhead heaved for thee, Sinner, in Gethsemane. 3 When his tears and bloody sweat, When his passion and his prayer, When his pangs on Olivet Wake within thee thoughts of care, Think, O sinner, 'twas for thee He suffered in Gethsemane. 4 Hate the sin that cost so dear ; Love the God that loved thee so ; Weep thou must, but likewise fear Lest that fountain freshly flow, That once freely gushed for thee In sorrowful Gethsemane. MONSELL. 148 GOD. TELEMANN'S CHANT. 7s. Zeuner, r. Christ the Lord is risen to - da}', - * 5 * Sons of men and an - gels say ; =*=*= ^_fi[ e f f if ~=, -- m 3S Raise your joys and tri - umphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth re - ply. 3*^* - \4/ 364 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; Christ hath burst the gates of hell ! Death in vain forbids his rise ; Christ hath opened Paradise ! 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died, our souls to save : Where thy victory, O Grave ? 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted head; Made like him, like him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. C. Wesley. 365 i Angels! roll the rock away ; Death ! yield up thy mighty prey; See! the Saviour leaves the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 Now, ye saints, lifl up your eyes, S ■ him high in glory rise! Hosts of angels, on the road, H lil him — the incarnate God. 3 Heaven unfolds its portals wide ; See the Conqueror through them ride I King of glory ! mount thy throne — Boundless empire is thine own. 4 Praise him, ye celestial choirs ! Tune, and sweep your golden lyres ; Raise, O earth ! your noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues. 5 Every note with wonder swell, Sin o'erthrown, and captive hell ! Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Where thy terrors, vanquished king? Gibbons. 366 i Morning breaks upon the tomb, Jesus scatters all its gloom ; Day of triumph through the skies — See the glorious Saviour rise ! 2 Ye, who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade ; Drive your anxious cares awav ; See the place where Jesus lav! 3 Christian ! dry yOur flowing tears, Chase your unbelieving fears ; Look on his deserted grave ; Doubt no more his power to save ! Collier. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY, 149 ESSEX. 7s. Thomas Clarke. I. Christ the Lord is risen a - gain, Christ hath broken ev- ery chain ; Hark ! angel - ic m- . .m- -m- . _ i . -m- m- -m- &+£=£=£ g^ff^£ m p — i*- ^^^p^f^p^^f^ I* m- 5± 3 voi-ces cry, Sing- ing ev - er- more on high, Hal - le - lu- jah ! Praise the Lord ! ^ ^=^ -j=£zz 67 He who gave for us his life, Who for us endured the strife, Is our paschal Lamb to-day ! We, too, sing for joy, and say, Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! He who bore all pain and loss, Comfortless, upon the cross, Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us and hears our cry ; Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! Now he bids us tell abroad How the lost may be restored, How the penitent forgiven, How we, too, may enter heaven ! Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! M. Weiss. 368 i Hail to thee, our risen King ! Joyfully thy praise we sing ; For, the mighty conflict o'er, Now thou livest evermore. 2 Thou within the tomb hast slept, Angel guards thy vigil kept ; 'Twas their word to Mary brought Tidings of the Lord she sought. 3 " Seek him not among the dead, He is risen as he said :" Gladdened by the angelic word, Turning, she beheld her Lord. 4 Fain like Mary, Lord, would we In thy glorious presence be, Hear thy voice and see thy face, Praise thee for thy wondrous grace. 369 1 Hail the day that sees him rise, Glorious, to his native skies ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of heaven. 2 There the glorious triumph waits : Lift your heads, eternal gates ! Christ hath vanquished death and sin ; Take the King of glory in. 3 Still for us he intercedes, His prevailing death he pleads ; Near himself prepares our place, Great Forerunner of our race. 4 Master, will we ever say, Taken from our head to-day, See thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee ! 5 Grant, though parted from our sight, High above yon azure height, Grant, our hearts may thither rise, Following thee beyond the skies ! C. Wesley. i5o GOD, LENOX. Congregation. H. M. Edson. i. Yes, the Re-deemer rose, The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hell-ish foes l ss i=« ^£=A±^ =f f^ In wild dis-may the guards a- round Full ^U-4-U^ Choi> ^^mm^^^ 3. m& High raised his conquering head ; W; H^? In In -wild dis-may the In wild dis - may the guards a - round Fall to the ground and m the ground and sink a - way. # i wild dis - may the guards a - round Fall to the ground and sink a - way. guards a - round Fall to the ground and sink a - way. m F f- mm sink a - way. 2 Lo, the angelic bands In full assembly meet To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet: Joyful they come, and wing their way From realms of day to Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, And the glad tidings bear ; Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air ! Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled Hath left the dead ; he rose to-day." 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell; Transported cry, "Jesus who bled Hath left the dead, no more to die." 371 1 Ye saints ! your music bring, And swell the rapturous sound ; Strike every trembling string, Till earth and heaven resound : The triumphs of the cross we sing — Awake, ye saints! each joyful string. 2 The cross — the cross alone — Subdued the powers of hell ; Like lightning from his throne, The prince of darkness fell ; The triumphs of the cross we sing — Awake, ye saints, each joyful string. 3 The cross hath power to save, From all the foes that rise ; The cross hath made the grave A passage to the skies ; The triumphs of the cross we sing — Awake, ye saints ! each joyful sti ing. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY, 151 BENNINGTON L. M. Double. cap-tive led, Dragged to the por-tals of the sky. There his triumphal cha-riot waits, And an-gels J> ; J. A 1 A ~ . J J 3 ' m^ g m^4 ^ £=z$ Ftfff-H: ^^^^^^^^a^^^^ £:" chant the sol - emn lay : " Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye ev- erlasting doors, give way." Fff^ 4: JiJ t^w^m ^c t=fc 372 2 Loose all your bars of massy light And wide unfold the radiant scene ; He claims those mansions as his right ; Receive the King of Glory in. " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'er- threw ; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. C. Wesley. 373 1 Now for a tune of lofty praise, To great Jehovah's equal Son ! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Teh the loud wonders he hath done. Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above ; How swift and joyful was the flight, On wings of everlasting love. .2 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th' almighty Captive Prisoner lay ; Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God exalted reigns ; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains. Watts. 374 1 Hail ! morning known among the blest, — Morning of hope, and joy, and love, — Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above. Blest be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought his Son, Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won. 2 Scarce morning twilight had begun To chase the shades of night away, When Christ arose — unsetting Sun — The dawn of joy's eternal day. Mercy looked down with smiling eye, When our Immanuel left the dead ; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And hope, with gladness, raised her neau. v/artjt.aw 152 GOD. i PORTUGAL. L. M. 1 I— i-US^f^ Thorley. s mm ^ i. Where high the heavenl) tem-ple stands, The house of God not made with hands, m r p ^rf"rrc Ai PE gEEfE g? E^ gf:l|^^|gU^^^^ ^¥ m^ A great High-Priest our na - ture wears, r i The guardian of man-kind ap - pears. fc^ ir i ir -r — q= A f ja r 375 2 Though now ascended up on high, He bends to earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling for our pains ; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, his agonies, and cries. 4 In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of Sorrows had a part ; He sympathizes in our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. 5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known, And ask the aids of heavenly power, To help us in the evil hour. 376 1 When I the holy grave survey, Where once my Saviour deigned to lie, I see fulfilled what prophets say, And all the power of death defy. 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim, How weak the bands of conquered death : [name Sweet pledge that all who trust his Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3 Jesus, once numbered with the dead, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more, And ever lives their cause to plead, Foi whom the pains of death he bore. M. Bruce. 4 Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold ! See the rich diadem he wears ! Thou too shalt bear a harp of gold — A crown of joy, when he appears. 5 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My flesh for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. Wallin. 377 1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives; What joy the blest assurance gives ! And now, before his Father God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice, armed with frowns, ap- pears ; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace ! 3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts ; Above our fears, above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let tins dear hope repel the dart, Thai Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend I ( )n him our humble hopes depend ; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. Sl'RELB. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 153 LOWRY. L. M. mttttn^m " Root and Sweetzer's Coll.1 ski m^ s *=^ w attczg 1. I know that my Re-deem-er lives ; What comfort this sweet sen - tence gives ! si ^t&nmm m ^m E2 M EEif & m m He lives, he lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ev - e liv - ing Head ! £ ^ 378 triumphant from the grave ; eternally to save : all glorious in the sky ■ exalted there on high, to bless me with his love ; to plead for me above ; my hungry soul to feed ; to help in time of need, to grant me rich supply ; to guide me with his eye ; to comfort me when faint ; to hear my soul's complaint, to silence all my fears ; to stoop and wipe my tears; to calm my troubled heart ; all blessings to impart. Medley. 379 1 The morning kindles all the sky, The heavens resound with anthems high, The shining angels as they speed, Proclaim, " The Lord is risen indeed !" 2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred, While Roman guards kept watch and ward ; Majestic from the spoiled tomb, In pomp of triumph he has come ! 2 He lives He lives He lives He lives 3 He lives He lives He lives He lives 4 He lives He lives He lives He lives 5 He lives He lives He lives He lives 3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred ; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee. 4 His pierced hands to them he shows, His face with love's own radiance glows ; They with the angels' message speed, And shout, " The Lord is risen indeed !" 5 O Christ, thou King compassionate ! Our hearts possess ; on thee we wait ; Help us to render praises due To thee the endless ages through ! 380 1 He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend ; He lives and loves me to the end ; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing ; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 2 He lives, and grants me daily breath ; He lives, and I shall conquer death ; He lives my mansion to prepare ; He lives to bring me safely there. 3 He lives, all glory to his Name ! He lives, my Jesus, still the same ; Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives, " I know that my Redeemer lives !" Medley. GOD I. Ho-san-na to the Prince ol Light, Who clothed himself in clay, ""* ■- " i* ,-r • ^ ^ — -^ PPltt Entered the i - ron m H^ip? E^ mM ^H=4rhhi gates of death, #3^ En-tered the i - ron gates of death, And tore the bars a - way. ft -g- -f- i» -r , -p ^ e „ * ,-r f^ P-f- ft ft -ir r r ^=fc 381 2 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honor in his flesh, And"triumph in his eyes. 3 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down ; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode ; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise ; Let heaven, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise. Watts. 382 i Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near thy Father sit : In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy Gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous (hops of morning dew, And own thy sovereign grace. 3 G -I hath pronounced a firm decree, \ 1 flanges wh.it he swore : — " Eternal shall thy priesthood be, When Aaron is no more." 4 Jesus, our Priest, forever lives, To plead for us above ; Jesus, our King, forever gives The blessings of his love. 5 God will exalt his glorious he His lofty throne maintain, And strike the powers and princes dead, Who dare oppose his reign, watts. 38 1 Arise, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord ! Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess the Almighty Lord ! 2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round, The ascending God proclaim ; The angelic choir respond the sound, And shake creation's frame. 3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown In that triumphant hour; And Cnn\ exalts his conquering Son To his right hand of power. 4 Oh shout, ye people, and adore ; Exulting strike the ehord ! Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess the Almighty Ford. l.YTi; CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY '55 HENRY. C. M. S. B. Pond. i^^^^^^ I. Ye hum-ble souls that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears m ^=r A. J± m riz r^E mmmmi E^Er^ And bow with rev - erence down, to see The place where Je - sus lay. ifei Thus low the Lord of life was brought, Such wonders love can do ! Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. If ye have wept at yonder cross, And still your sorrows rise, Stoop down and view the vanquished grave, Then wipe your weeping eyes. Yes, dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again ; Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain. High o'er th' angelic band he rears His once dishonored head ; And through unnumbered years reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. he 385 Doddridge. Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care, And sympathetic love. Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the shining train, With matchless honors crowned ;- 28 3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart ; Nor shall a name once treasured there E'er from his care depart. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems and monuments, ana crowns, Are moldered into dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne. Doddridge. 386 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above : His heart is made of tenderness, His bosom glows with love. Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he hath felt the same. He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out his cries and tears ; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power ; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour. Watts. 1 56 GOD, TAPPAN. C. M. Geo. Kingsley. Pjg with us now and here, That he is with us now and here, And ev-er shall re - main. t=F? f- 387 2 And what I say, let each this morn Go tell it to his friend, That soon in every place shall dawn His kingdom without end. 3 Now first to souls who thus awake, Seems earth a fatherland ; A new and endless life they take With rapture from his hand. 4 The fears of death and of the grave Are whelmed beneath the sea ; And every heart, now light and brave, May face the things to be. 5 Now let the mourner grieve no more, Though his beloved sleep ; A happier meeting shall restore Their light to eyes that weep. NOVALIS. 388 i The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings, Defeated hell stands sullen by, The world exulting sings : ! While he, the King all strong to save, Rends the dark doors away, And through the breaches of the grave Strides forth into the daw 3 Death's 1 aptive, in his gloomy prison Fast fettered lie has lain ; But he has mastered death, is risen, And now death wears the chain. 4 The shining angels cry, " Away With grief; no spices bring; Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, Should greet the rising King !" 5 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 ! 389 1 Oh ! for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign King ; Let all the lands their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpets' joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains ; Let all the earth his honor sing ; — O'er all the earth he reigns. 4 Rehearse his praise, with awe profound} Let knowTedge lead the song ; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue, waits. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 157 ADORATION. CM. Wu. B. Bradbury. I. The head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glo - ry now : ^P^^^^| £=£ *= Choir. a^U^fe1- =J J_ J^-HI r —m — -» & — 1— P — — V V i> ' A roy - al di J1 J* J> ^- a- dem a-dorns, =3 3 J- -^- A roy - al di — J — J — *—^d . a- dem a-dorns — — 1 ^s 1 Congregation. i PPi y= im _JE The might - y J* -Is J" Vic «?i i tor's brow, The might - y Vic =?= tor's brow. f^M£ PH^HI 390 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is his by sovereign right : The King of kings, and Lord of lords, He reigns in glory bright ; — 3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know. 4 To them, the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace is given ; Their name, an everlasting name, Their joy — the joy of heaven. 5 To them the cross is life and health, Though shame and death to him ; His people's hope, his people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Kelly. 391 1 Welcome thou Victor in the strife, Welcome from out the cave ! To-day we triumph in thy life Around thine empty grave. 11 2 Our enemy is put to shame, His short-lived triumph o'er ; Our God is with us, we exclaim, We fear our foe no more. 3 Oh share with us the spoils, we pray, Thou diedst to achieve ; We meet within thy house to-day, Our portion to receive. 4 And let thy conquering banner wave O'er hearts thou makest free, And point the path that from the grave Leads heavenward up to thee. 5 We die with thee : oh, let us live Henceforth to thee aright ! The blessings thou hast died to give Be daily in our sight. 6 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, And sleep the night away, If thou art there to break the gloom, And call us back to-day. SCHMOLKB. 158 GOD. HARWELL L. Mason. '#■■■*"■ * ■ J" i Hark ! ten thou - sand harps and voic-es Sound the note of praise a - bove ; } I- ( Je - sus reigns, and heaven re-joic - es ; Je - sus reigns, the God of love ; ) h JL Hal - le - lu - jah ! hal - le • lu m r r f-ft-Nl^pg fefP SLJZ 2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens All above and gives it worth ; Lord of life, thy smile enlightens, Cheers and charms thy saints on earth : When we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine. 3 King of glory, reign forever ! Thine an everlasting crown ; Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own : Happy objects of thy grace, Chosen to behold thy face. 4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing! Bring, oh bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pa 3 away ! I hen with golden harps we'll sing, "Glory, glory, to our King!" Hallelujah, Amen ! Kim v. 393 i Hail, thou once despised Jesus : Crowned in mockery a king ! Thou didst suffer to release us ; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ! By thy merits we find favor ; Life is given through thy name. 2 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide ; All the heavenly host adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side : There for sinners thou art pleading ; There thou dost our place prepare Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. 3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits ; Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; Help to chant [mmanuel's praise. CHRIST'S SECOND ADVENT r59 TAMWORTH. 8s, 7s & 4s. LOCKHART. 4^^ m ^ r3^?3? -g — a ss^^^=t^^=j_LLj^^ p i. Look, ye saints ; — the sight is glo - rious ; — See the Man of Sor-rows now ; ^ P m ifes psi ^ J^-*— s 4 =5=^ s From the fight returned vie - to - rious, Ev - ety knee to him shall bow ; ^^^^-^=f^^tt=^[Tvm ■ Si£ linn *E£E* "8 i^^ii Crown him, crown him, Crown him, crown him, Crowns become the Vic - tor's brow. S=^lEi=pg *z*= s^ -/-£ £ ES 394 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the heavenly concert rings : Crown him, crown him ; Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name : Crown him, crown him ; Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 H irk ! those bursts of acclamation ! Hark ! those loud, triumphant chords ! Jesus takes the highest station ; Oh, what joy the sight affords ! Crown him, crown him, King of kings, and Lord of lords. Kelly. 395 i Hail, thou happy morn, so glorious ! Come, ye saints, your griefs give o'er ; Sing how Jesus rose victorious, By his own almighty power : Hallelujah ! To the glorious Son of God. Countless bands of angels glorious, Cloth'd in bright ethereal blue ; Straight the sound of Christ victorious From their silver trumpets flew : Christ triumphant Rises, Conqueror o'er the tomb. Is this he who died on Calvary, Who was piere'd with many a spear ? Clad with countless suns of glory, See, he rises through the air : Hallelujah ! Zion's mourner, now rejoice. Tremble, ye who him rejected, Lo ! he breaks through yonder cloud; Rise, ye saints, and shout triumphant, Victory ! through Jesus' blood : Hark ! the trumpet Sounds the resurrection morn. i6o GOD, BREST. 8s, 7s & 4. L. Mason. i. Lo ! lie comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints, attending, mrrn^rrmmm g ^ PB5£^33 =P ^^^^^^f.^^^3^^^^>^^^ Swell the tri-umph of his train : Hal - le - lu - jah ! Je - sus shall for - ev 3E &=H=ff ffrT-^f E^ • — • L er reign. =P= a 396 2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty: Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced, and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heaven and earth shall flee away ; All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day — " Come to judgment ! — Come to judgment ! — come away !" 4 Now the Saviour, long expected, See, in solemn pomp, appear ; All his saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air : Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear. Wf.si.ev & Cbnnick. i Christ is coming! let creation Bid her groans and travail cease ; Let the glorious proclamation Hope restore and faith increase — Christ is coming I Come, ill"- 1 blessed Prince Of peace. 2 Earth can now but tell the story Of thy bitter cross and pain ; She shall yet behold thy glory When thou comest back to reign — Christ is coming ! Let each heart repeat the strain. 3 Though once cradled in a manger, Oft no pillow but the sod; Here an alien and a stranger, Mocked of men, disowned of God- All creation Yet shall own that kingly rod. 4 Long thy exiles have been pining, Far from rest and home and thee ; But, in heavenly vesture shining, Soon they shall thy glory see — Christ is coming I Haste the joyous jubilee. 5 With that " blessed hope" before us, Let no harp remain unstrung ; Let the mighty advent chorus Onward roll from tongue to tongue- Christ is coming ! Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come. Macduff. CHRIST'S SECOND ADVEN'l HELMSLEY. 8s, 7s & 4s. 101 Madan. j Lo, he com - eth ! count- less trumpets Blow to raise the sleeping dead ; ('Mid ten thou-sand saints and an- gels, See their great ex -alt- ed Head if WMi I* IC *3 J- ^=r f- LJ J J i m p =t= r^ fi^^^^mm^^^M r TCT - Hal - le - lu - jah ! Hal - le - lu - jah ! Wei -come, wel-come, Son of God! ! _p I - — i — 1 — s> n — >s> S P= =^= *= t=F 398 2 Now his merit, by the harpers, Through the eternal deep resounds ; Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Every eye shall see his wounds ; They who pierced him Shall at his appearance wail. 3 Full of joyful expectation, Saints behold the Judge appear ; Truth and justice go before him ; .Now the royal sentence hear: ; Hallelujah ! Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 4 " Come, ye blessed of my Father, Enter into life and joy ; Banish all your fears and sorrows ; Endless praise be your employ : " Hallelujah ! Welcome, welcome to the skies. Cennick 399 1 Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending ! Hark ! the trump of God is blown, And th' Archangel's voice attending Makes the high procession known : Sons of Adam Rise, and stand before your God ! 2 Crowns and sceptres fall before him, Kings and conquerors own his sway ; Haughtiest monarchs now adore him, While they see his lightnings play : How triumphant Is the world's Redeemer now ! 3 Hear his voice, as mighty thunder Sounding in eternal roar, While its echo rends in sunder Rocks and mountains, sea and shore ; Hark! his accents Thro' th' unfathomed deep resound ! 4 "Come, Lord Jesus ! oh, come quick- ly," Oft has prayed the mourning bride : " Lo !" he answers, " I come quickly !" Who thy coming may abide ? All who loved him, All who longed to see his day. 5 "Come," he saith, "ye heirs of glory; Come, ye purchase of my blood ; Claim the kingdom now before you, Rise, and fill the mount of God, Fixed forever Where the Lamb on Zion stands." Olivers. 1 62 GOD. OLIPHANT. 8s, 7s & 4s. Arranged by L. Mason. ^2^5=*=* si I. O'er the dis-tant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day; Er rl |S> 1 — = rl 0 rr-7-s = t—tA - =F f- *jU^=j=lEj^e 3 3= Rise, mv soul, from sleep a - wak-ing, -g ^ Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray fl=f§= 6 =& Is" fg T~~T~T" P=:=S #^ :g fg~ I I 1 «-■* v Solo. =1= — 1 — N— t- 1 B- R=3 J C r 1 1 1 1 1 1 J i«=P=F Tis Solo. thy Sav ; - iour, ' — g ,. Tis thy Sav — * - iour, On his bright, re - turn - ing ^*~i -l—t-f-1 Lp — | — \ — j — Vf — h3 =i±i 5 iii^i »^ ~ way, On his bright, re turn - ing way. Si m =gz S E^8 400 2 O thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for thee ; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where thy light I do not see : O my Saviour, When wilt thou return to me ! 3 Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the clay at hand ; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for thee, till I stand, 0 my Saviour, In thy bright an'd promised land ! 4 With my lamp well-trimmed and burn- ing, Swift to hear, and slow to roam, Watching for thy glad returning, To restore me to my home, Come, my Saviour ! O my Saviour, quickly come! MONSBLL. 40I i Jesus comes to souls rejoicing, Bringing news of sin forgiven ; Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, Lifting up our souls to heaven ; Hallelujah ! Now the gate of death is riven. 2 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow Shares alike our hopes and fears ; "Jesus comes " whate'er befalls us, Cheers our hearts and dries our tears, Hallelujah! Cheering e'en our failing years. 3 Jesus comes on clouds, triumphant, When the heavens shall pass away ; Jesus conies again in glory ; Let us then our homage pay: Hallelujah ! Sing we till the break of day. DODGE. CHRIST'S SECOND ADVENT, L. M. 163 J. P. HoLBROOK. I. When Christ came down on earth of old, He took our na- ture poor and low ; r- *. 7m tfl^- Eiil^fe^ifciggi -r- 11 p fell I m ±2z f=F F= EE iiS ^« g S £ ^F=^ He wore no form of an - gel mould, But shared our weakness and our woe. P £=n=S fe=s -^: ^ #=^ '±=tr 402 2 But when he cometh back once more, Then shall be set the great white throne ; And earth and heaven shall flee before The face of him that sits thereon. 3 O Son of God ! in glory crown'd, The Judge ordain'd of quick and dead ; And son of man ! so pitying found For all the tears thy people shed ; 4 Be with us in that awful hour, And by thy crown, and by thy grave, And all thy love and all thy power, In that great day of judgment save ! 1 O Saviour, is thy promise fled, Nor longer might thy grace endure To heal the sick, and raise the dead, And preach thy gospel to the poor ? 2 Come, Jesus, come ! return again ; With brighter beam thy servants bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness ! 3 Come, Jesus, come ! and, as of yore, The prophet went to clear thy way, A harbinger thy feet before, A dawning to thy brighter day ; 4 So now may grace with heavenly shower Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap thy harvest there. . „ . Heber. 4O4. i The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake ; The hills their fixed seat forsake ; And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come ! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come ! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind. 4 Can this be he who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, By power oppress'd, and mock'd by pride, The Nazarene, the Crucified ? 5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain ; Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy — the Lord is come ! Heber. T64 GOD. MENDEBRA6. 7s & 6s. Re - joice, all ye be - liev - ers, The eve - ning is ad - vanc-ing, And let your lights ap - pear ; And dark - er niorht is near ft i i^Tt * r^-^rrr-j=^h^-~^^4m The Bride-groom is a mg. And soon he draw - eth nigh : ®S=?=ff * % -m=W- ^ -**+- p^F^^- i m gS^EB •-: Up ! pray, and watch, and wres - tie ! At mid - night comes the cry. ' ^^ i 405 2 The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near ; Go meet him as he cometh, With hallelujahs clear: The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide-open stand ; Up, up, ye heirs of glory ! The Bridegroom is at hand. 3 Our hope and expectation, O Jesus, now appear ; Arise, thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere! With heart and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, Th u brings us unto thee : Laorenti. 4.06 1 THE world is very evil ; I ! I irrn ire waxing late ! Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate ; The Judge who comes in mercy, Tie Judge who comes in might, To terminate the evil, And vindicate the right. 2 Prepare we then to meet him ; Let right to wrong succeed ; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead : So may we sound his praises, Who from destruction saved, Bore with us in defilement, And from defilement laved. 3 Far, far, as we have wandered, And deep as is our fall. His mercies never fail us, Who freely pardons all ; Who bids his grace abounding Love's mightiness display, \nd David's royal fountain Purge every sin away. CHRIST'S SECOND ADVENT. 165 GREENWOOD. S. M. » Root and Sweetzer Coll." ygM-4-j-hh-^ i PH 1. Come, Lord, and tar ry not, EgE f Bring the long-looked - for day ; -f-f f IF r1 i #Trhrf £( s s p^ Oh, why these years of wait- ing here, These a - ges of de - lay? 1 -«L i Hi £ 3» Jpl=E 407 2 Come ! for the good are few, They lift the voice in vain ; Faith waxes fainter on the earth, And love is on the wane. 3 Come ! for love waxes cold, Its steps are faint and slow ; Faith now is lost in unbelief; Hope's lamp burns dim and low. 4 Come ! for creation groans, Impatient of thy stay, Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay. 5 Come, and make all things new ; Build up this ruined earth, Restore our faded Paradise, Creation's second birth ! 6 Come, and begin thy reign Of everlasting peace ; Come, take the kingdom to thyself, Great King of Righteousness ! 408 BONAR. 1 The Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. 2 Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still, in weeds of widowhood^ She weeps a mourner yet. 3 Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died ; And as they left us one by one, We laid tliem side by side : 4 We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn ; We laid them but to ripen there Till the last glorious morn. 5 The whole creation groans, And waits to hear that voice That shall restore her comeliness, And make her wastes rejoice. 6 Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted woild of ours Thine own fair world again, bonar DOXOLOGY, Praise to the Father be ; Praise to his only Son ; Praise to the blessed Paraclete, While endless ares run. 1 66 GOD SONG. 8s & Ss. German. f^#^^ =j¥# =d= • I f -d ^=p=t^ Who, or what, from him can sev - er Those he makes his own? ^g=jjf- g c-f if f -u#^i #; 409 1 Sing of Jesus, sing forever Of the love that changes never ! Who, or what, from him can sever Those he makes his own ? 2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them, When they knew him not, he sought them, And from all their wanderings brought them ; His the praise alone. 3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, With the bread of heaven he feeds them, An 1 through all their way he speeds them To their home above. 4 Tn ii: they see the Lord who bought them, Him who came from heaven and soughl them, 'fin who by his Spirit taught them, Him they serve and love. kELlv. 4IO 1 Saints in glory ! we togethei Know the song that ceases never ; Song of songs thou art, O Saviour. All that endless day. 2 Theme of Adam when forgiven, Theme of Abraham, David, Stephen Souls, ye chant it entering heaven, Now, henceforth, alway. 3 O the God-man ! O Immanuel ! Cloud by day ! Jehovah-Angel ! Fire by night ! he led his Israel, So he leads us home. 4 Come, ye angels, round us gather. While to Jesus we draw nearer; In his throne he'll seat forever, Those for whom he died. 5 Underneath his throne, a river Clear as crystal flows forever, Like his fulness, failing never: Hail enthroned Lamb ! 6 Oh, th' unsearchable Redeemer! Shoreless Ocean, sounded never! Yesterday) to-day, forever, Jesus Christ, the same. Mahmied, PRAISE TO CHRIST. RIGHINI. 6s & 4s. 167 Arr. by Kingsley. ±1 «== ^rS 1. Let us awake our joys, Strike up with cheerful voice, Each creature sing — Angels, be %^m^ $ 33= fefe^=£ ^m rn^dd £2- gin the song, Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, "Jesus is King. *3z £=£z 41 Proclaim abroad his name, Tell of his matchless fame : What wonders done ! Shout through hell's dark profound, Let all the earth resound, 'Till heaven's high arch rebound, "Victory is won." All hail the glorious day, When through the heavenly way Lo, he shall come ! While they who pierced him wail, His promise shall not fail ; Saints, see your King prevail : Great Saviour, come. rugbury. 412 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise ; Into thy native skies, — Assume thy right : And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled — Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light ! Victor o'er death and hell ! Cherubic legions swell Thy radiant train : Praises all heaven inspire ; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire, — Thou Lamb once slain ! 3 Enter, incarnate God ! — No feet but thine, have trod The serpent down • Blow the full trumpets, blow ! Wider yon portals throw ! Saviour triumphant — go, And take thy crown ! 4 Lion of Judah — hail ! And let thy name prevail From age to age ; Lord of the rolling years ; — Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage ! Brydges. J4J3 1 Sound, sound the truth abroad ! Bear ye the word of God Through the wide world ; Tell what our Lord has done, Tell how the day is won, And from his lofty throne Satan is hurled. 2 Ye, who forsaking all, At your loved Master's call, Comforts resign ; Soon will your work be done ; Soon will the prize be won ; Brighter than yonder sun Then shall ye shine. Kelly. 1 68 GO D ITALIAN HYMN. 6s & 4s. GlARDlNI. 1760. i. Glo- ry to God on high ! Let heaven and earth reply, " Praise ye his name !" His love and grace a-dore, Who all our sorrows bore ; Sing loud forev - crmore, " Worthy the Lamb ! *■•■*- m ^-^--i*-.-f--if-g..r m J ■ * : 1Z 414 2 While they around the throne Cheerfullyjoin in one, Praising his name, — Ye who have felt his blood Sealing your peace with God, Sound his dear name abroad, "Worthy the Lamb!" 3 Join, all ye ransomed race, Our Lord and God to bless : Praise ye his name ! In him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, " Worthy the Lamb ! " 4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease Praising his name : To him our songs we bring j Hail him our gracious King; And, through all ages sing, "Worthy the Lamb I" Tames Allen. 1 Sim;, sing his lofty praise, Whom angels cannot raise, But whom they sing ; Jesus, who reigns above, ( Object of angels' love, Jesus, whose grace we prove, fesus, our King. Rich is the grace we sing, Poor is the praise we bring, Not as we ought ; But when we see his face*, In yonder glorious place, Then shall we sing his grace, Sing without fault. Kelly. 4-l6 1 Come, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad Spread Jesus' fame : Tell what his love hath done ; Trust in his name alone ; Shout to his lofty throne, "Worthy the Lamb!" 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! Dry up your mournful tears ; Swell the glad theme : To Christ, our gracious King, Strike each melodious string ; Join heart and voice to sing, "Worthy the Lamb!" 3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name ! There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned. While all the heavens resound, "Worthy the Lamb !" James R kten- PRAISE TO CHRIST LAUDES DOMINI. 6s. 169 Joseph Barnby. I. When morn- ing gilds the skies, My heart a - wak - ing ' J m f if f r i m tc *k May Je - sus Christ be praised. A - like at work and prayer. :~-~. §^^ ^T ^^^ d=^=^ 3 ar— tf? r.T^ May Je - sus Christ be praised. A-men To Je - sus I € a£ ^ r -p-- I g 417 2 Whene'er the sweet church bell Peals over hill and dell, May Jesus Christ be praised. Oh, hark to what it sings, As joyously it rings, May Jesus Christ be praised. 3 My tongue shall never tire Of chanting with the choir, May Jesus Christ be praised : This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy ; May Jesus Christ be praised. 4 When sleep her balm denies, My silent spirit sighs May Jesus Christ be praised. When evil thoughts molest With this I shield my breast, May Jesus Christ be praised. 5 Does sadness fill my mind ? A solace here I find, May Jesus Christ be praised : Or fades my earthly bliss ? My comfort still is this, May Jesus Christ be praised. 6 The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say May Jesus Christ be praised : The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they hear, May Jesus Christ be praised. 7 In heaven's eternal bliss The loveliest strain is this, May Jesus Christ be praised : Let earth, and sea, and sky From depth to height reply, May Jesus Christ be praised. 8 Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine, May Jesus Christ be praised : Be this th' eternal song, Through all the ages on, May Jesus Christ be praised. I/O GOD, HENDON. 7s. Malan. ^ r I. Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? What the high re- iW=S- 2 f= § e^ ll# P— f^- /3 = ^ ward I win? Whose the name I glo-ry in? Je-sus Christ, the Cru-ci - fied. -£2. -£2- -=2. ^ s ^ i S.3 S £ ^^F 418 2 What is faith's foundation strong? What awakes my lips to song ? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 3 Who defeats my fiercest foes ? Who consoles my saddest woes ? Who revives my fainting heart, Healing all its hidden smart ? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 4 Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be ? Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light ? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 5 This is that great thing I know ; This delights and stirs me so ; Faith in him who died to save, Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. MONSELL. 419 1 Earth has nothing sweet or fair, I. ively forms or beauties rare, Bui before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty source and spring. 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Saviour's form I find Brightly imaged on my mind. 3 When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus' light, Think how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity. 4 When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, Then I think : Who made their light Is a thousand times more bright. 5 When I see in spring-tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me, What must their Creator be ? 6 Lord of all that's fair to see, Come, reveal thyself to me ! Let me, 'mid thy radiant light, See thine unveiled glories bright. SlLESIUS. DOXOLOGY. Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as his love ; Praise him, all ye heavenly host — Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! PRAISE TO CHRIST. 171 HAYDN. 8s & 7s. Haydn. tP u 'A : 1 H — dH —i l=q — ' — 1 — 1 — , 1 1-, ^ =j=H =\ ^T r--J 1 Might -y • | Lor J 0 ' Sod ! while men, as 3 "^ an - gels well as 1 S -gL Jg-^ bless thee, an - gels ! r-^Z ,S> 1 »-• ^ ' May a Thou art mor - tal ev - ery -^- ^ rs= — P lisp thy name? ) creature's theme ; ) I^PM : 1 1- Lb=4= 1 r ' f " \ -1 1 — - -4s> gie X 1 L- - — llJ s sete 1 1 Lord of ev - ery ^T land and na - tion ! An-cient of e - ter - nal days! E m^rn^ ~s- A A ^ T ' f ^^^^fe^UU^Q --S- :i^^L^£ aM ^-J "J i Sound -ed through the wide ere - a -tion Be thy just and aw - ful praise. £1 A s :e: ^ 421 1 Crown his head with endless bless- ing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found ; Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour, Let his courts with praise resound. 2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee ; Thee our Saviour ! thee our God ! From his throne his beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. In his word his light arises, Brightest beams of truth and grace ; Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices, In his courts your offerings place. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own ; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne ; Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore ; For his mercy, never ceasing, Freely flows forevermore. 'VIUUAM SOOU> 420 2 For the grandeur of thy nature, — Grand, beyond a seraph's thought ; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought ; For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; Blessed be thy gentle reign. 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, Bright, tho' vailed in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression ; Who can sing that wondrous song? Brightness of the Father's glory ! Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die : — 4 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe, Came to ransom guilty captives ! — Flow, my praise ! forever flow : Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; ■ Thence return and reign forever ; — Be the kingdom all thine own ! Robinson. 172 GOD ELLESDIE. 8s & 7s. Arr. by J. P. Holbrook. His D. s. But is love be - yond our Je - sus died broth-er's, Cost - ly, free, have us Re - con- cilcd and knows no end in him to God. m& £>.S. 3^ *=* *=#=* 2. Which of all our friends, to save us, a Could or would have shed his blood ? M=4fH^ r^rr-riT^ f 422 3 When he lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 Could we bear from one another What he daily bears from us ? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother Loves us though we treat him thus. 5 Oh for grace our hearts to soften 1 Teach us, Lord, at length to love ! We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. Newton. i Christ, above all glory seated ! King eternal, strong to save ! To tine, Death, by death defeated, Triumph high and glory gave. 2 Thou art gone, where now is given, Whal no mortal might could gain : On the eternal throne of heaven, In thy Father's power to reign. 3 There thy kingdoms all adore thee, Heaven above and earth below, While the depths of hell before thee, Trembling and defeated bow. 4 We, O Lord 1 with hearts adoring, Follow thee above the sky : Hear our prayers thy grace imploring, Lift our souls to thee on high. 5 So when thou again in glory On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, We thy flock shall stand before thee, Owned forevermore as thine. 424 1 Jesus comes, his conflict over, Comes to claim his great reward ; Angels round the victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord. 2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the victor's seat ; Lo, the man on earth rejected ! Angels worship at his feet. 3 Day and night they cry before him, — " Holy, holy, holy Lord J" All the powers of heaven adore him ; All obey his sovereign word. Kelly PRAISE TO CHRIST. 173 L. Mason. I. Oh, could I speak the match-less worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, A i fe£ £=33£ m pg^g F f^&j-\ tmmmM mmmmM Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel g-Jg if7 f-'fFiF n T* V — g r -— ■ r * r "-" r while he sings In notes al-most di - vine, 1 In notes al - most di - vine. ^ 425 1 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin, and wrath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face j Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. Medley. 426 1 Come join, ye saints, with heart and Alone in Jesus to rejoice, [voice, 12 And worship at his feet ; Come, take his praises on your tongues, And raise to him your thankful songs, "In him ye are complete !" 2 In him, who all our praise excels, The fullness of the Godhead dwells, And all perfections meet : The head of all celestial powers, Divinely theirs, divinely ours ; "In him ye are complete !" 3 Still onward urge your heavenly way, Dependent on him day by day, His presence still entreat ; His precious name forever bless, Your glory, strength and righteousness, "In him ye are complete !" 4 Nor fear to pass the vale of death ; In his dear arms resign your breath, He'll make the passage sweet ; The gloom and fears of death shall flee. And your departing souls shall see " In him ye are complete !" 174 GOD, LENOX. Congregation . H. M. Edson. i. A - rise, my soul, a - rise ! Shake off thy guilt-y fears ; The bleeding Sa- cri- fice # r r i ^— n-^ , % mm m ^§^=d^^m ^dd^^ Be- fore tlie throne my Sure-ty stands, My j jJI^J^H^^ Be- Be-fore the throne my mi In my be- half ap-pears ^ f—f-^—A m d^=^=F r y r y F= Be- fore the throne my Sure-ty stands, My name is writ- ten writ - ten on his hands. Jlj J J jli-J ±-J_UUfc fore the throne my Sure - ty stands, Sure - ty stands. My name My name is writ - ten on his hands. is writ - ten. on his hands. W^ mm ■ on his hands. 427 2 Five bleeding wounds he bears Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, Thc\- strongly plead for me : Forgive him, oh forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransomed sinner die ! 3 The Father hears him pray, — His dear anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son ; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 4 My God is reconciled ; His pardoning voice I bear ; He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear : With confidence I now draw nigh, And father, Abba, Father, cry. C. Wesley. 428 t Come, every pious heart, Thai loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame : Tell all above, and all below, The debt of love to him you owe. 2 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside ; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died : What he endured, no tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell. 3 From the dark grave he rose — The mansion of the dead ; And thence his mighty foes In glorious triumph led ; Up through the sky the conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 4 From thence he'll quickly come — His chariot will not stay — And bear our spirits home To realms of endless day : There shall we see his lovely face, And ever rest in his cm! am e. Steknett PRAISE TO CHRIST. BROOKLYN. H. M. 175 J. ZUNDEI.. I. Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ev - er mor-tals ^tT1 i^'j^ -h^-id m =£= P %=» fe^ g 3 f=t^f =9«= knew, That an - gels ev - er bore, All are too mean to speak his worth, fe=£ •M SS^^Erf ^=g-rf-M^ K &£ ^^i jg^j wm ffi Too mean to set my Sav - iour forth, Too mean to set my Sav - iour forth. r* -0- *l M. *L M- '!*- r^ rp 4tMf f,f f f-^^ :te= 429 2 Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name ; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came : The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 3 Jesus, my great High-Priest, Offered his blood and died ; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside : His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 My dear almighty Lord ! My Conqueror and my King ! Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing : Thine is the power ■ behold, I sit, In willing bonds, beneath thy feet. 5 Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down ; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown ; A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. Watts. 43° 1 Praise to the Lord on high, Who spreads his triumphs wide ; While Jesus' fragrant name Is breathed from every side : Balmy and rich the odors rise, And fill the earth and reach the skies. 2 Ten thousand dying souls Its influence feel, and live ; Sweeter than vital air The incense they receive : They breathe anew, and rise and sing Jesus, the Lord, their conquering King. 3 But sinners scorn the grace That brings salvation nigh ; They turn their face away, And faint, and fall, and die : So sad a doom, ye saints deplore ; For oh, they fall to rise no more ! 176 GOD WARE. L. M. KlNGSLEY. I. What e - qual hon - ors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, *b^j=F£ •£. m &=* mm z I- s=f When all the notes that an -gels sing Are far in- fe - rior to thy name' * * * J -' ^ 4-3 1 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of life, that groaned and died, Worthy to rise, and live and reign At his almighty Father's side. 3 Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn ; While glory shines around his head, He wears a crown without a thorn. 4 Blessings forever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men ! Let angels sound his sacred name, And every creature say, "Amen." Watts. 43 2 1 Come, let us sing the song of songs — The saints in heaven began the strain — The homage which to Christ belongs : "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God : " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be : "Worthy the Lamb, \~<>v he was slain !" \ To him, enthroned by filial right, AH power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might : " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 5 Long as we live, and when we die, And while in heaven with him we reign, This song, our song of songs shall be : "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" Montgomery. 433 1 Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honors paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 'Twas he who cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in his precious blood ; 'Tis he who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be everlasting power confessed : Let every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold ! on Hying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move ; Tho' with our sins we pierced him once, He now displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day ; Come, Lord ! nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay. Watts. w PRAISE TO CHRIST 177 AMES. L. M. Neukomn. 1. Now to the Lord a no - ble song ; A - wake, my soul, a - wake, my tongue ■ -4=2- £■ ^ mm ?=?. r^=F =^^ J=g=^ I Ho- san- na to ^=r 1 1 th'e - ter - nal name, And all his boundless love. . . pro - claim. m^hhr- -Ez m^^^ A fU J. J. 434 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace ; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God, And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labor of thine hands : The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ; Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 6 Oh, may I reach the happy place Where he unveils his lovely face, His beauties there may I behold, And sing his name to harps of gold. Watts. 435 1 Jesus, thou everlasting King ! Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee : Like the dear hour, when from above We first received thy pledge of love. The gladness of that happy day i Our hearts would wish it long to stay ; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. Each following minute, as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Till we are raised to sing thy name, At the great supper of the Lamb. 436 Watts i There is none other name than thine, Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine ! — On which to rest for sins forgiven — For peace with God, for hope of heaven. 2 There is none other name than thine, When cares, and fears, and griefs are mine, That, with a gracious power, can heal The care, and fear, and grief I feel. 3 There is none other name than thine, When called my spirit to resign, To bear me through that latest strife, And e'en in death to be my life. 4 Name above every name ! thy praise - Shall fill the remnant of my days : Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine, Rock of salvation ! thou art mine. i78 GOD -p — * — <* - * ■ - * * — ^ — -f- ■ i* * — ?» — "^ r~ I. All - glo-rious God, what hymns of praise Shall our trans-pori-cd voi - ces raise ^ e r ii r-f^-=r?=* J I p ; J J I ''S^-jzzjizij^iz^dLj' J l fl J ^ What ard - ent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands o-pen to our view. n^rr ri^rririrrr pErn i 437 2 Once we were fallen, oh, how low ! Just on the brink of endless woe : When Jesus, from the realms above, Came on the wings of boundless love: 3 Scattered the shades of death and night, And spread around his heavenly light. By him what wondrous grace is shown To souls impoverished and undone ! 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, A bright inheritance as ours ; Where saints in light our coming wait To share their holy, happy state. Doddridge. 438 i Around the Saviour's lofty throne, Ten thousand times ten thousand sing ; They worship him as God alone, And crown him everlasting King. 2 Approach, ye saints ! this God is yours ! Tis Jesus fills the throne above: Ye 1 annot want, while God endures ; Ye cannot fail, while God is love. 3 Jesus, thou everlasting King! To thee the praise of heaven belongs ; Yel imile on us,. who fain would bring The tribute of our humble songs. 4 Though sin defile our worship here, We hope ere long thy face to view ; And, when our souls in heaven appear, We'll praise thy name as angels do. Kelly. 439 1 Hail to the Prince of life and peace, Who holds the keys of death and hell ! The spacious world unseen is his, And sovereign power becomes him well. 2 In shame and anguish once he died ; But now he lives forevermore : Bow down, ye saints, around his seat, And all ye angel -bands adore. 3 So live forever, glorious Lord, To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends ; While all thy chosen tribes rejoice, That thy dominion never ends. 4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love ; Worthy to rule o'er mortal life, O'er worlds below, and worlds above. 5 Forever reign, victorious King, Wide through the earth thy name be known ; \nd call my longing soul to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne. Doddridge. PRAISE TO CHRIST. 179 CRAWFORD. L. M. Arr. by J. P. Holbrook. 1. Now be my heart in- spired to sing The glo-ries of I I my Saviour-King, — Je-sus, the Lord ; how §51 heavenly fair His form ! hew bright his beauties are ! His form ! how bright his beauties are ! %m g * W »-j. 440 2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace ; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 Thy throne, O God, forever stands ; Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are just and right ; Justice and grace are thy delight. 4 God ! thine own God has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head ; And with his sacred Spirit blessed His first-born Son above the rest. Watts. 441 i In Christ I've all my soul's desire ; His Spirit does my heart inspire With boundless wishes large and high ; And Christ will all my wants supply. 2 Christ is my Hope, my Strength, and guide ; For me he bled, and groaned, and died ; He is my Sun, to give me light ; He is my soul's supreme Delight. 3 Christ is the Source of all my bliss ; My Wisdom and my Righteousness, My Saviour, Brother, and my Friend ; On him alone I now depend. 4 Christ is my King, to rule and bless, And all my troubles to redress ; He's my Salvation and my All, Whate'er on earth shall me befall. 5 Christ is my Strength and Portion too ; My soul in him can all things do ; Through him I'll triumph o'er the grave, And death and every foe outbrave. Dobel's Collection. 442 i We sing the praise of him who died, Of him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, In shining letters, God is love ; He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. 3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; It holds the fainting spirit up ; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the timid spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; It takes the terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. Kelly. i8o GOD, CONWAY, C. M. I^^Jp^^J^^fegjgi I. Come, let us lift our joy-ful eves Up to the courts above, And smile to see our ^tm^ft^imm t=$¥^mm ^ ri r^ n- Fa - ther there, And smile to see our Fa-ther there, Up-on a throne of love. m 4= — W ^f^pirf-ngj^: 443 2 Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord ; No fiery cherubs guard his seat, Nor double-flaming sword. 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son ; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach the almighty throne. 4 To thee, ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high, And glory to the eternal King, Who lays his anger by. Watts. 444 i My Saviour ! my almighty Friend ! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end — The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore: And since I knew thy graces first I speak thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length ( )f the celestial road ; And march, with courage, in thy strength, To see my Father God. 4 When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, Fll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King ! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers! With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. Watts. 445 i Hosanna be our cheerful song, To Christ our Saviour King ; His praise, to whom we all belong, Let all unite to sing. 2 Hosanna here in joyful bands, Let old and young proclaim ; And hail, with voices, hearts, and hands, The Son of David's name. 3 Hosanna sound from hill to hill, And spread from plain to plain ; While louder, sweeter, clearer still Woods echo to the strain. 4 Hosanna on the wings of light, ( )'er earth and ocean fly ; Till morn to eve, and noon to night. And heaven to earth, leply. PRAISE TO CHRIST CORONATION. C. M. 181 Oliver Holdsn. i. All hail! the pow'r of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall! Bring forth the royal di-a-dem, And crown him Lord of all; Bring forth the royal di - a- dem, And crown him Lord of all. J5-JS.r ^f^f^^^iMS^^^^^ r Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ! Salvation, glory, joy remain Forever on thy head ! Thou hast redeemed our souls with Hast set the prisoners free, [blood, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 446 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall ; Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 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. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Oh ! that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall ; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. . , _ Perronet. 447 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amid his Father's throne ; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : Jesus is kind to our complaints ; He loves to hear our praise. 448 Watts. i Sing we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime, and land, A multitude unknown. 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here ; To-day the young, the old, Our Saviour and his flock appear, One Shepherd and one fold. 3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await On earth the pilgrims' throng ; Yet learn we in our low estate The Church Triumphant's song. 4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," Cry the redeemed above, " Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love !" 5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, " Who died our souls to save ! Henceforth, O Death ! where is thy sting ? Thy victory, O Grave !" Montgomery, I 82 GOD PRAISE. C M. English. i. Go, tune thy voice to sacred song, Exert thy noblest pow'rs.Go, mingle with the choral throng, r f r The Saviour's praises to. . . pro-lona:, Amid life's fleeting hours, Amid life's fleet-ing hours. ^— ^ Ss n w *=*=* ^ mwm^ 4+9 2 Oh ! hast thou felt a Saviour's love, That flame of heavenly birth ? Then let thy strains melodious prove, With raptures soaring far above The trifling toys of earth. 3 Hast found the pearl of price unknown, That cost a Saviour's blood ? Heir of a bright celestial crown, That sparkles near th' eternal throne, Oh sing the praise of God ! 4 Sing of the Lamb that once was slain That man might be forgiven ; Sing how he broke death's bars in twain, Ascending high in bliss to reign, The God of earth and heaven. 1 1 ASTING.S. 450 i Jesus — the name high over all, In hell, or earth, or sky — Angels and men before it fall, And devils fear and fly, 2 Jesus — the name to sinners dear, The name to sinners given — It S< alters all their guilt and fear ; It turns their hell to heaven. 3 Oh thai a dying world might know The glory of his name ■ My voice shall his salvation show, And cry — " Behold the Lamb !" 4 Happy, if with my latest breath I may but lisp his name, — Proclaim his love, and say in death — " Behold, behold the Lamb !" C. Wesley. i Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known, The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your King, your Saviour crowned With glories all divine ; And tell the wondering nations round, How bright those glories shine. 3 When in his earthly courts we view The beauties of our king, We long to love as angels do, And with their voice to sing. 4 And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise : Thy love can raise our humble strain, And bid it reach the skies. 5 Oh for the day, the glorious day I When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lav, To celebrate thy praise. Steele. PRAISE TO CHRIST. 183 CAMBRIDGE. CONGREGA TION. C. M. Randall. & i=a=3= =st=s ^ 2± Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of ray God and King, The triumphs of his grace, The triumphs of his grace, The triumphs of his grace 452 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace ! 4 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive : The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. 5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ : Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy ! C. Wesley. 453 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they "To be exalted thus !" [cry, " Worthy the Lamb !" our lips reply, " For he was slain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine ! 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb ! Watts. 454 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song ! Oh, may his love — immortal flame — Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach ! What mortal tongue display ! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me." 4 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love thy charming name. And join the sacred song. Steele. 1 84 GOD NORTHFIELD. C. M. Ingalls. 'Twas I. Oh, sing to him who loved and bled, Ye heaven-born sinners, sing ; 'Twas Je - sus suf-fered Je-sus suffered in your stead ; Own him your God and King, fc=*z J-J-j 1J J J jqd=J i Hj |J-"^^ ^ -t- i* 'Twas Jesus suffered in your stead ; Own him your God and King. 'Twas Je-sus suffered in your stead ; J J ^ A J | ., , .7,-^ . . !_-l fcrr i1 r nf-f=ff&- i 0ikM i f= in your stead,'Twas Jesus suffered in your 455 2 He washed us, in his precious blood, From every guilty stain ; He made us kings and priests to God, And we shall with him reign. 3 Sing of his everlasting love, From whence salvation flows ; Sing to him here, then sing above, Of all that he bestows. 4 To him that loved us when depraved, When guilty, blind, and poor ; To him that loved, and died, and saved, Be glory evermore. 456 1 The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms Dwell in that blissful sound ! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads delight around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine, In rich profusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe. 3 Tin- mighty Former of the skies I irsi ends to our abode, While angels view with wondering eyes, And hail th' incarnate God. 4 How rich the depths of love divine! ( )f bliss, a b( undless sti >re ! stead ; Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; I cannot wish for more. Steele. 1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself outbrave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love. 5 My Saviour, every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring. 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul lTp to thy blest abode ; Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and my God. v. atts. PRAISE TO CHRIST. BRADFORD. C. M. I85 Handel. r r 1. I know that my r Re deem-er lives, And ev - er prays for me: ^^F=c^p^^~TTfTFn^ 3=^=^= he gives, A pledge of lib - er - ty. m ^= r The threatening billows cease to flow, The winds obey their Lord. Through every age he's still the same ; But we ungrateful prove, Forget the savor of his name, The sweetness of his love, beddome. 2 I find him lifting up my head ; He brings salvation near : His presence makes me free indeed, And he will soon appear. 3 He wills that I should holy be : What can withstand his will ? The counsel of his grace in me, He surely shall fulfill. 4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word : I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, And to thyself receive. c. Wesley. 459 1 Jesus ! delightful, charming name ! It spreads a fragrance round : Justice and mercy, truth and peace, In union here are found. 2 He is our life, our joy, our strength, In him all glories meet ; He is a shade above our heads, A light to guide our feet. 3 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed, If Jesus shows his face : To weary, heavy-laden souls He is the resting-place. 4 When storms arise and tempests blow, He speaks the stilling word ; 460 1 Come, let us join our songs of praise To our ascended Priest ; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast. 2 Below he washed our guilt away, By his atoning blood ; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Whom he himself o'ercame. 4 Nor time, nor distance^ e'er shall quench The fervor of his love ; For us he died in kindness here, For us he lives above. 5 Oh ! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to bear his name ; Still may our hearts hold fast his faith Our lips his praise proclaim. 1 86 GOD, MANOAH. C. M. " Greatorex Coll. i. I know that my Re- deem - er lives; He lives who once was dead; Pi 3 B ■=-' To grief he com - fort l I gives ; With peace he crowns my head. m^ ■<* r- H £ mm t 461 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave, At God's right hand on high, My ransomed soul to keep and save, To bless and glorify. He lives to fill my breast with love, With joy my heart to feed ; He lives to plead for me above, To succor me in need. He lives that I may also live, And now his grace proclaim ; He lives that I may honor give To his most holy name. Let strains of heavenly music rise, While all their anthem sing To Christ, my precious sacrifice, And ever-living King. 462 1 There is a name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth : It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth. 2 It tells me of a Saviour's love, Who died to set me free ; *t tells me of his precious blood, 'Mm- sinner's perfect plea. t, f us ! the name I love so well Tli'' 11 ime I love to hear ! No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear. 4 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along life's thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God. 5 And there, with all the blood-bought throng, From sin and sorrow free, I'll sing the new eternal song Of Jesus' love for me. +6 Whitfield. i Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, We love to hear of thee ; No music 's like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be. 2 Oh may we ever hear thy voice, In mercy to us speak ; And in our Priest we will rejoice, Thou great Melchisedec. 3 Our Saviour shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay ; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name, When all things else decay. 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all the favored throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song Cennick PRAISE TO CHRIST. I87 JAZER. C. M Wm. B. Bradbury. r ~r 1. O Je - sus, when I think of thee, Thy man - ger, cross, and throne I see thee in thy weakness first ; Then, glorious from thy shame I see thee death's strong fetters burst, And reach heaven's mightiest name. In all, a brother's love I trace By power divine exprest ; One in thy Father's dear embrace, And on thy mother's breast. For me thou didst become a man, For me clidst weep and die ; For me achieve thy wondrous plan, For me ascend on high. Oh let me share thy holy birth, Thy faith, thy death to sin ! And, strong amidst the toils of earth, My heavenly life begin. Bethune. 465 1 Jesus ! I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear ; Fain would I sound it out so 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 All my capacious powers can wish, In thee doth richly meet ; Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. Thy grace still dwells upon heart, And sheds its fragrance there ; — The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. I'll speak the honors of thy name, With my last laboring breath ; Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms, The Conqueror of death. 466 Doddridge. i O Jesus, thou the beauty art Of angel-worlds above ; Thy name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love. 2 O Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs Which unto thee I send; To thee my inmost spirit cries, My being's hope and end. 3 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. 4 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven, Our life and joy, to thee Be honor, thanks, and blessing given Through all eternity ! bernar1x GOD, GRIGGS. C. M. J. Griggs. m mi ^ i W s J i. Plunged in a gulf of dark des - pair, We wretch- ed sin - ners lay, ^ r i r r iiimi * fefea £ ^ F P^ S 2fSi* ^§p? 2 -* — g: r With -out one cheer - ful beam of hope, Or spark of glim-mering day. & r iP fiC-F ini £ If 3==t 467 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and, oh amazing love ! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains ; Jesus has freed our captive souls From everlasting pains. 5 Oh ! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break ; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 468 Watts. i Jesus, the very thought of thee, With sweetness fills my breast: But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor 1 an the memory find A sweeter sound than thy blest name. ( ) Saviour of mankind ! 3 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! 4 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. 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be ; Jesus, be thou our glory now, And through eternity. Bernarh 469 1 My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth rejoice In Him, my Saviour and my God, I hear his joyful voice. 2 I need not go abroad for joy, Who have a feast at home ; My sighs are turned to happy songs ; The Comforter is come. 3 Down from on high, the blessed Dove Is come into my breast, To witness God's eternal love : This is my heavenly feast. 4 Glory to God the father be, Glory to God the Son, Glory to Cod the Holy Ghost, Glory to God alone. j. Mason. PRAISE TO CHRIST. 189 HEBER. C. M. George Kingsley. l+j^UU^^^^i^jg=| It soothes his sor - rows, heals his wounds, And drives a - way his fear. W € m i 1 -p 470 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, — My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But, when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 5 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. Newton. 47 1- 1 Dearest of all the names above, My Jesus and my God, Who can resist thy heavenly love, Or trifle with thy blood ? 2 'Tis by the merits of thy death, The Father smiles again ; 'Tis by thine interceding breath, The Spirit dwells with men. 3 Till God in human flesh I see, My thoughts no comfort find ; 13 The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terrors to my mind. 4 But if ImmanuePs face appear. My hope, my joy begins ; His name forbids my slavish fear, His grace removes my sins. 5 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love the Incarnate Mystery, And there I fix my trust. Watts. 472 1 To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise ■ Oh let the humblest of thy flock Attempt to speak thy praise. 2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe To thine amazing love ; Ten thousand thousand comforts here, And nobler bliss above. 3 To thee my trembling spirit flies, With sin and grief oppress'd ; Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, And lulls my cares to rest. 4 Lead on, dear Shepherd ! — led by thee, No evil shall I fear ; Soon shall I reach thy fold above, And praise thee better there. HlGGiNBOTHAl:.. 190 GOD. THE CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. CM. Western Melody. I. There is a fount-ain rilled with blood, Drawn from Im - man- uel's veins ; npip J-!ii * m zk 3 ^ j-^H-l&£e3 J i \^k -*-*-•—§ And sin-ners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt -y stains, Lose all their guilt -y stains,... Lose ail their guilt - y stains g ^^ I % — r^ T= W =J: 4-73 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Wash'd all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransom'd Church of God, Are saved, to sin no more. COWPER. C. M. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be, till I die. 5 And when this feeble, stam'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, cowpeb. L. Masi : . ^mm g^Fi=g S^ I. There is a fount-ain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And nw^m^tf^4 m sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains. PRAISE TO CHRIST. ORTONVILLE. C. M. I9I 1. Ma-jes-tic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant » glo-ries crowned, His lips with grace o'er- flow, M^rr^-frfip His lips with grace o'er -flow. m 4-74 2 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet, Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. 6 Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine. Stennett. 475 1 I've found the pearl ot greatest price ! My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine ! Christ shall my song employ. 2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High-Priest before the throne, My King of heavenly might. 3 Christ is my Peace ; he died for me, For me he gave his blood ; And as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered himself to God. 4 Christ Jesus is my All in All, — My Comfort and my Love ; My Life below, and he shall be My Joy and Crown above. J. Mason. 476 1 I love thee, O my God, and still I ever will love thee, Solely because my God thou art Who first hast loved me. 2 For me, to lowest depths of woe Thou didst thyseif abase : For me didst bear the cross, the shame, And manifold disgrace : 3 For me didst suffer pains unknown, Blood-sweat and agony, Yea, death itself, — all, all for me, For me, thine enemy. 4 Then shall I not, O Saviour mine, Shall I not love thee well ? Not with the hope of winning heaven, Nor of escaping hell : 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward ; But as thyself hast loved me, O everloving Lord ! Xavier. 192 GOD CRANBROOK. S. M. Thomas Clark. &— j -J - -=?= 1 — 1 — — 1- — (— =4= T^ 1 p Heaven with the 2 ech — J- - 0 J shall re j &> -J~f - sound, Heaven — m — — 1 with the ech - — •— ! ■ 0 shall re - -$• : ^ . — - ^r- =f^ =£= ■rh -f- 1 1 =^F=: ^* p« ^ 3: Heaven with the ech - o shall re - sound, And all the earth shall hear, And sound, Heaven with the ech - o shall re- sound, And all the eartli shall € P*H *=hf. I } § £^ J J .E= fe^ ^EEEgE^ ^ f= ^=r all the earth shall hear, And all the earth shall hear, And all the earth shall hear, And all the earth shall hear, hear. =& 4=£ f- p-tf r r r 1 i z Ml 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road ; FERGUSON. S. M. And new supplies, each hour, I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting clays ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Doddridge. i. Raise your tri - umph-ant songs mor - tal tune ; Wide PRAISE TO CH RIST. 193 FERGUSON. Concluded. let the earth re - sound the deeds Ce - les - tial grace has done. 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief Beloved chose, And bade him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, No terror clothes his brow, THATCHER. No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. Watts. Handel. 479 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood, than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. Watts. To praise our Shepherd's care, His wisdom, love, and might, Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, And bid the world unite. Supremely good and great, He tends his blood-bought fold ; He stoops, tho' thron'd in highest state, The feeblest to uphold. He hears their softest plaint ; He sees them when they roam ; And if his meanest lamb should faint, His bosom bears it home. Kind Shepherd of the sheep, A weakly flock are we ; And snares and foes are nigh ; but keep The lambs who look to thee. Havergal. 194 GOD. ASHLEY. CHOIR. C. M. i. Sal-va- tion ! oh, the joy - ful sound! 'Tis pleas - ure to our ears! A sov-ereign balm for ev - ery wound, A cord - ial for our fears. Glo- ry, hon-or, praise, and power, Be un - to the Lamb for ev - er ! Je-sus Christ is I ^ t=t^9-?=±H^=i^M^m?=5^ our Re-deemer ! Hal-le - lu-jah!hal- le - lu-jah ! Hal-le - hi- jah ! praise the Lord ! J"* Choir. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay ; But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. Choir. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound! Choir. 4 Salvation ! 0 thou bleeding Lamb, To thee the praise belongs: Our hearts shall kindle at thy Name, Thy Name inspire our songs. Watts. i Hosanna ! raise the pealing hymn To David's Son and Lord ; With cherubim and seraphim Exalt the Incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna ! Master, lo, we brhtg Our offerings to thy throne ; Nor gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own. 3 Hosanna ! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 4 O Saviour, if redeemed by thee. Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We'll sing to harps of gold. IIavergal. PRAISE TO CHRIST. 195 LUTHER. Hastings. praise the Sav-iour's name ! To ■— - r the Sav lour s name r V_J_ ^ r^r=r- 48 2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of his rising power : Sing how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues ; Sing, till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ! Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, th' exalted King. 5 Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come !" Soon will he call us hence away To our eternal home. Hammond. 484 Enthroned is Jesus now Upon his heavenly seat ; The kingly crown is on his brow, The saints are at his feet. In shining white they stand, — A great and countless throng ; A palmy sceptre in each hand, On every lip a song. 3 They sing the Lamb of God, Once slain on earth for them , The Lamb, through whose atoning blood, Each wears his diadem. 4 Thy grace, O Holy Ghost, Thy blessed help supply, That we may join that radiant host, Triumphant in the sky. Judkin. +85 1 O Christ, what gracious words, Are ever, ever thine ! Thy voice is music to the soul, And life, and peace divine. 2 Grace, everlasting grace, Glad tidings, full of joy, Flow from thy lips, the lips of truth, And flow without alloy. 3 The broken heart,, the poor, The bruised, the deaf, the blind, The dumb, the dead, the captive wretch. In thee compassion find. 4 Lord Jesus, speed the day, The promised day of grace, To all the poor, the dumb, the deaf, The dead, of Adam's race. J. CONKEY. i. In the cross of Christ I glo - ry «r ^r-^gt y- Towering o'er the wrecks of time h-r iir-hL i1 1|. p .ir mi' jiff p ir=a i :: i mm -iu-A^ All the light of sa - cred sto -Ty Gath - ers round its head su-blime. £: ^ P^t^-^fF^grf-pif-^-rr^T^l 486 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 new lustre to the day. Banc 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, Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. BOWRING. +87 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 Fll sit, forever viewing Mercy streaming in his blood ; Pre< ious drops! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my pea< e with God. Truly blessed is my 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 cross 1 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. 488 James Allen & Shirley, 1 Hark, the sound of holy voices Chanting at the crystal sea, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah ! Lord, to thee. 2 Multitudes which none can number, Like the stars in glory, stand Clothed in white apparel, holding Victor-palms in every hand. 3 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesi; ; Tried they were, and firm they stood. 4 Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite. wordswomk PRAISE TO CHRIST. THE SWEETEST NAME. 197 Wm. B. Bradbury. i. There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heav - en,- g^^F^l m 5^= 3=r=* «^s m^? The name be -fore his wondrous birth To Christ, the Sav - iour, giv - en ^=f=rt^=FIEFH=H=^^^l CHORUS. wmm 3ml. ^^ J=9 -9 We love to sing a- round our King, And hail him bless - ed Je - sus : ^ife^i ^Msl^=£=M^f £ For there's no word ear ev - er heard So dear, so sweet as Je - sus. 489 2 And when he hung upon the tree, They wrote this name above him, That all might see the reason we Forevermore must love him. We love to sing, etc. 3 So now, upon his Father's throne, Almighty to release us From sin and pains, he ever reigns, The Prince and Saviour Jesus. We love to sing, etc. 4 O Jesus, by that matchless name, Thy grace shall fail us never ; To-day as yesterday the same, Thou art the same forever. Then let us sing, around our King, The faithful, precious Jesus, etc. G. W. Bethune I98 GOD. PRAISE OF CHILDREN. 7s & 6s. " Sab. School Bell." I. Come, let us sing of Je - sus, While hearts and accents blend ; Come, let us sing of je ■ sus, The sinner's on-ly Friend ; His ho« ly soul re - joic - es, A-mid the choirs a _g- ■■ * 4-90 2 We love to sing of Jesus, Who wept our path along ; We love to sing of Jesus, The tempted and the strong ; None who besought his healing, He passed unheeded by : And still retains his feeling For us above the sky. 3 We love to sing of Jesus, Who died our souls to save ; We love to sing of Jesus, Triumphant o'er the grave ; And in our hour of danger, We'll trust his love alone, Who once slept in a manger, And now sits on the throne. Then let us sing of Jesus, While yet on earth we stay, And hope to sing of Jesus Throughout eternal day ; For those who here confess him, He will in heaven confess ; And faithful hearts that bless him, He will forever bless. G. W. Bethune. WHO SHALL SING, IF NOT THE CHILDREN9 Up rl i ■Efcu-i 4 i al=8s f^iH^pi i ( Who shall sing, if not the chil-dren? Did not Je - sus die for them?| 1 May they not, with oth - er jew- els, Spark-le in his di - a - dem? ) i>. 1 . Why, un - less the song of heav- en They be - gin to prac-tise here? PRAISE TO CHRIST. I99 WHO SHALL SING. Concluded. B.C. Why to them were voic - es giv - en, Bird -like voic - es, sweet and clear? ^fc ^£ kz ± 2 There's a choir of infant songsters, White-robed, round the Saviour's throne ; Angels cease, and, waiting, listen : Oh, 'tis sweeter than their own ! Faith can hear the rapturous choral, When her ear is upward turn'd ; Is not this the same, perfected, Which upon the earth they learn'd ? WORTHY IS THE LAMF3 > Jesus, when on earth sojourning, Loved them with a wondrous love : And will he, to heaven returning, Faithless to his blessing prove ? Oh, they cannot sing too early : Fathers, stand not in their way ! Birds do sing while day is breaking : Tell me, then, why should not they? ^ t fc=^ 3^ ^=£ 1. Worth -y, worth -y is * the Lamb|, Worth - y, worth - y ■m- -m- -m- is the Lamb, 1 se £=EgE iM^^m CHORUS. fc Worthy, worthy is the Lamb, That was slain. Glo - ry, hal - le - lu - jah Praise him, hal - le - lu - jah ; Glo ry, hal - le - lu - jah, To the Lamb. J^_^ J J ^=% m $ i^E ^^ Sinner, see his love to thee, Praise the Lamb. 5 Penitents, dry up your tears, God hath heard believing prayers, He forgives you when he hears His dear Lamb. 6 Thus may we each moment feel, Love him, serve him, praise him still, Till we all on Zion's hill See the Lamb. 492 2 Sons of Morning sing his praise, In the noblest strains you raise, Man's redemption claims your lays, Praise the Lamb. 3 Christ has come in very deed, Born to bruise the serpent's head ; Sinner, he's the Friend you need, Praise the Lamb. 4 See, in sad Gethsemane, See, on tragic Calvary, Lucas. deemed, with one con-sent, "The Com-fort-er is come, The Com-fort-er Sj - J"^! kd « _Kl _ _ _Kl F=£ £ =! I -**-& ^ llTnr? ^ ^ i= Watts. 493 2 What greater gift, what greater love, Could Gocl on man bestow? Angels for this rejoice above, Let man rejoice below. 3 Hail, blessed Spirit ! may each soul Thy sacred influence feel ; Do thou each sinful thought control, And fix our wavering zeal. 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey Those checks which we should know ; Thy motions point to us the way ; Thou giv'st us strength to go. 494 i Great Spirit, by whose mighty power All creatures live and move, On us thy benediction shower ; Inspire our souls with love. 2 Hail, Source of light ! arise and shine ; All gloom and doubt dispel ; Give peace and joy, for we are thine ; In us forever dwell. 3 From death to life our spirits raise ; Complete redemption bring ; New tongues imparl to speak the praise ( )f ( Ihrist, our God and King, 4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown To all the world beside ; Exulting, then, we feel and own Our Saviour glorified. Hawkis. 495 i No track is on the sunny sky, No footprints on the air ; Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth Is desolate and bare. 2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth > Within its precincts lie All that earth has of faith, or hope, Or heaven-born charity. 3 One moment — and the silentness Was breathless as the grave : The fluttered earth forgot to quake, The troubled trees t» wave. 4 He comes ! he conies ! that mighty Breath From heaven's eternal shores ; His uncreated freshness fills His Bride, as she adores. 5 Earth quakes before that rushing blast, Heaven echoes back the sound, And mightily the tempest wheels That Upper Room around. 6 One moment — and the Spirit hung < )'( t all with dread desire : Then broke upon the heads of all In cloven tongues of fire* vAiu-k. HOLY SPIRIT, 20 1 WIMBORNE. L. M. "Greatorex Coll." m ^m ^T#fnj u m -* — ^ — S r 'f-^fff 1. E - ter - nal Spi - rit, we con - fess And sing the won-ders of S S thy grace ; E rrr ^^L^M^^^dEB^^E^^ ^* Thy pow'r conveys our bless -ings down From God the Fa - ther and the Son, i g g ^^^ P J^f ^ T^ r r 4.96 2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to-day ; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger, and our refuge too. 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin ; All our imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice ; Thy cheering words awake our joys ; Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind. Watts. 497 1 Come, O Creator Spirit blest ! And in our souls take up thy rest ; Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Great Comforter! to thee we cry; O highest Gift of God most high ! O fount of life ! O fire of love ! Send sweet anointing from above ! 3 Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us thy true peace instead ; So shall we not, with thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. Lyra Cath. 498 and 1 The Spirit, like a peaceful clove, Flies from the realms of noise strife : Why should we vex and grieve his love Who seals our souls to heavenly life ! 2 Tender and kind be all our thoughts ; Through all our lives let mercy run ; So God forgives our numerous faults, Through grace abounding in the Son. Watts. 499 1 Come, blessed Spirit ! source of light ! Whose power and grace are uncon fined, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, — The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy word reveals ; Cause me to run the heavenly way, Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 3 While thro' this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad To show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God. Beddome. 202 GOD ZEPHYR. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. P ^m s ±^±±®=* =*=* ■a- #- s i. Sure the blest Com -fort - er is nigh, Tis he sus- tains my faint- ing heart; ^- mm =£= FPppSif ^ r S PP ^ 3S£ :J- Else would my hopes for - ev - er die, And ev - ery cheer-ing ray de - part. 500 2 Whene'er, to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, — Can it be less than power divine, That animates these strong desires ? 3 And, when my cheerful hope can say, — I love my God and taste his grace, — Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray, That brings this dawn of sacred peace? 4 Let thy good Spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love ! And light and heavenly peace impart, — Sweet earnest of the joys above. Steele. 50I i ( a ime, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above: Be thou our guardian, thou our guide ! O'er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way j Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road That we must take to dwell with God ', Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his precepts stray. 4 Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with him forever blest; Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — Fulness of joy forever there ! Browne. 502 1 Come, Floly Spirit, calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God ; Remove each vain, each worldly thought, And lead me to thy blest abode. 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul A living spark of holy fire ? Oh kindle now the sacred flame, Make me to burn with pure desire ! 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, And let me now my Saviour see ; Oh soothe and cheer my burden'd heart And bid my spirit rest in thee ! John Stewart. 1 As when in silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting dowers, So, in the secrecy of love, Falls the sweet Spirit from above. 2 That heavenly Spirit let me find In holy silence of the mind, While every grace maintains its bloom, Diffusing wide its rich perfume. 3 Nor let these blessings be confined To me, but poured on all mankind, Till earth's wild wastes in verdure vine, And a young Kden bless our eves. 1 1 O L Y SPIRIT. EFFINGHAM. L. M. 203 1. At an - chor laid, re - mote from home, Toil-ing I cry, "Sweet Spi-rit, come w J2JU Efe^M sfe m 2± ^-^^-^U^^=^0^^k^ 3 Ce-les- tial breeze, no long - er stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way.' 'A * g- .> Jagu .0 it ap-rir-T^f^?4r=U4?=g ferf- 504 2 " Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below ; But I can only spread my sail ; Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale." .1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be expressed. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of thine immeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done By all the church, through Christ his Son. Watts. 506 1 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love, Oh shed thine influence from above : And still from age to age convey The blessings of this sacred day. 2 In every clime, by every tongue, Be God's redeeming mercy sung ; Let all the listening earth be taught The wonders by the Saviour wrought. 3 Unfailing Comfort ! heavenly Guide ! Still o'er thy ransomed church preside ! Let every heart thy blessing prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 507 1 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love : Oh ! turn to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy sovereign power be known. 2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise ; While all their glowing souls are borne To seek that grace which now they scorn. 3 Oh ! let a holy flock await, In crowds around thy temple-gate ! Each pressing on with zeal to be A living sacrifice to thee. 4 In answer to our fervent cries, Give us to see thy church arise ; Or, if that blessing seem too great, Give us to mourn its low estate. Doddridge. 204 GOD. WELTON. L. M. I. Stay, thou in - suit - ed Spir - it, stay, -C2-1 0 . a <*s ^£222- -* Theme by Malan. Though I have done thee such de - spite ; £ ^ ££p f- P §1133=3 ^g s <-■=. 7d «* =^= ^ ^^= Cast not a sin- ner quite a - way, Nor take thine ev - er - last - ing flight. m g- :fcr& =3t 508 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received, — Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved, 3 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest; Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy powerful hand ; Oh, guide me into perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land ! C. Wesley. i O Lord, and shall our fainting souls Thy just displeasure ever mourn ? Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn, Will he no more to us return ? 2 Great Source of light and peace! re- turn Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain ; Come, repossess these longing hearts Willi all the graces of thy train. 3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand, Once more lie with thy presence blest; Here be thy grace anew displayed, I: this thine everlasting rest ! - _. -. Thomas Sum 1. 1 < !ome, thou celestial Spirit, come, .And < .ill mi\ roving passions home ; To mine enlightened eyes display The heritage of heavenly day. 2 My God, that heritage is thine : How rich, how glorious, how divine ! How far above all mortal things, The little pride of courts and kings. 3 Of endless joy th' unbounded store ; Why is its lustre known no more ? Away, ye mists of envious night, That veil salvation from my sight ! Doddridge. i Come, thou eternal Spirit, come From heaven, thy glorious dwelling- place ; Oh, make my sinful heart thy home, And consecrate it by thy grace. 2 There fix, O Lord, thy blest abode, And drive thy foes forever thence ; There shed a Saviour's love abroad, And light, and life, and joy dispense. 3 My wants supply ; my fears suppress ; Direct my way, and hold me up ; Teach me, in times of deep distress, To pray in faith, and wait in hope. Beddome. 1 Comic, Holy Ghost, who ever one Art with the Father and the Son ; Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess With thy full Hood of holiness. 2 In word and deed, by heart and tongue, Witli all our powers, thy praise be sung ; May love enwrap our mortal frame, And others catch the living (lame. HOLY SPIRIT, GREENVILLE. 8s & 7s. Double. 205 J. J. Rousseau. fe^^ ( Love di - vine, all love ex - cell-ing, Joy of heaven, to earth come down ; ) ] Fix in us thy hum-ble dwelling; All thy faith- ful mer-cies crown ) us thy hum-ble dwelling E^e=^ £=£-= J3_H, mm n^. 3EEEEIE m $=£* && =&- Je - sus, thou art all com- pas-sion,--Pure, un-bound-ed love thou art; EEE EE m ^E3EE ■&z m * q-St V -m- ?%- Vis - it us with thy sal - va - tion ; En • ter m ja 4=- * ev - ery trem-bling heart. Eft SIS 2 Breathe, oh breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ; Let us all in thee inherit ; Let us find thy promised rest ; Take away our bent to sinning : Alpha and Omega be ; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive ; Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temples leave : Thee we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above. Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy perfect love. % Finish then thy new creation ; Pure and spotless let us be ; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee : 14 Changed from glory into glory Till in heaven we take our place,-- Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. C. Wesley. 514 i Holy Ghost ! dispel our sadness ; Pierce the clouds of nature's night ; Come, thou Source of joy and gladness. Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. Hear, oh hear our supplication. Blessed Spirit ! God of peace 1 Rest upon the congregation With the fulness of thy grace. 2 Author of our new creation, May we all thine influence prove -3 Make our souls thy habitation, — ■ Shed abroad the Saviour's love. Source of sweetest consolation, Breathe thy peace on all below ; Bless, oh bless this congregation ; On each soul thy grace bestow ! Gerhardt- 206 GOD NOTTINGHAM. C. M. I. Come, Ho - ly Ghost, Cre tor, come, In - spire these souls of thine P ^ip ^¥ -j >) U J ±p* 15. r t • r Till ev - ery heart which thou hast made Be filled with grace di - vine. 515 1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, Inspire these souls of thine ; Till every heart which thou hast made Be filled with grace divine. 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift Of God, and fire of love ; The everlasting spring of joy, And unction from above. 3 Enlighten our dark souls, till they Thy sacred love embrace ; Assist our minds, by nature frail, With thy celestial grace. Maurus. 1 When God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath he came ; Before his feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame : 2 But when he came the second time, He came in power and love ; Softer than gale at morning prime Hovered his holy dove. 3 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light, a glorious crown, On every sainted head. 4 And as on Israel's awe-struck ear The voice exceeding loud, The trump, that angels quake to hear, Thrill'd from the deep, dark cloud: 5 So, when the Spirit of our God Came down his flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing, mighty wind. 6 He fills the church of God : he fills The sinful world around ; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for him is found. 7 Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love and Open our ears to hear ; [Power, Let us not miss th' accepted hour, Save, Lord, by love or fear. Keble. 517 i Eternal Spirit, God ot truth, Our contrite hearts inspire ; Revive the flame of heavenly love, And feed the pure desire. 2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, With guilt and fear oppressed ; 'Tis thine to bid the dying live, And give the weary rest. 3 Subdue the power of every sin, Whate'er that sin may be, That we, with humble, holy heart, May worship only thee. 4 Then with our spirits witness bear That we are sons of God, Redeemed from sin, from death and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood. COTTHRILL. HOLY SPIRIT. ECKARDTSHEIM. C. M. 20/ I. Spir - it of Truth ! on this thy day To thee for help we cry, ^^sU^eI fell; JI^E &= = m To guide us through the drea - ry way Of dark mor-tal i - ty. aS g^s m wm i s Heber. 518 2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame Or tongues of various tone ; But long thy praises to proclaim, With fervour in our own. 3 We mourn not that prophetic skill Is found on earth no more ; Enough for us to trace thy will In Scripture's sacred lore. 4 Though tongues shall cease and power decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do thou thy trembling servants stay With faith, with hope, with love, 519 1 Spirit Divine ! attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power : Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 2 Come as the light : to us reveal Our sinfulness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame : Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless This consecrated hour; Shed richly on my fruitless soul Thy fertilizing power. 5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace ; And make the great salvation known Wide as the human race. 6 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power, Come, Holy Spirit, come ! rEEd. 520 1 The blessed Spirit, like the wind, Blows when and where he please : How happy are the men who feel The soul-enlivening breeze ! 2 He moulds the carnal mind afresh, Subdues the power of sin, Transforms the heart of stone to flesh And plants his grace within. 3 He sheds abroad the Father's love, Applies redeeming blood, Bids both our guilt and fear remove, And brings us home to God. 4 Lord, fill each dead, benighted soul With light, and life, and joy : None can thy mighty power control, Or shall thy work destroy. Beddome. 208 GOD. ST. MARTINS 1 f£l Wm. Tansur, 1735. 521 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate, — Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great ? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Watts. 522 1 Great Father of our feeble race, Behold, thy servants wait ; With longing eyes and lifted hands, We (lock around thy gate. 2 Oh, shed abroad thai royal gift, Thy Spi rit from above, To bless our eyes with sacred light, And fire our hearts with love ! } With speedy flighj may he descend, And solid comfort bring, And o'er our languid souls extend His all-reviving wing. 4 Blest earnest of eternal joy, Declare our sins forgiven, And bear, with energy divine, Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 5 Diffuse, O God, refreshing showers, That earth its fruit may yield, And change this barren wilderness To Carmel's flowery field. Doddridge. 523 i Spirit of holiness, look down, Our fainting hearts to cheer ; And, when we tremble at thy frown, Oh, bring thy comforts near! 2 The fear which thy convictions wrought, Oh, let thy grace remove ! And may the souls which thou hast taught To weep, now learn to love. 3 Now let thy saving mercy heal The wounds it made before ; Now on our hearts impress thy seal, That we may doubt no more. 4 Complete the work thou hast begun, And make our darkness light, That we a glorious race may run, Till faith be lost in sight. B,\tiu;rst. HOLY SPIRIT, 209 STEPHENS. C. M. W. Jones. ^^i^ ^ T^= m^ sn 1. Spir - it of ho - li - ness, de - scene! ; Thy peo - pie wait for thee ; A » — -&- =t ^i^Ig E^^l g ^ a ^s =3= 3 =g- Thine ear, in kind com - pas - sion, lend ; Let thy mer - cy see. ^^PH=fi ^ T^ 1 jt=L =p=p ^^ 524 2 Behold, thy weary churches wait, With wishful, longing eyes ; Let us no more lie desolate ; Oh, bid thy light arise ! 3 Thy light, that on our souls hath shone, Leads us in hope to thee ; Let us not feel its rays alone — Alone thy people be. 4 Oh, bring our dearest friends to God : Remember those we love ; Fit them, on earth, for thine abode ; Fit them for joys above. 5 Spirit of holiness, 'tis thine To hear our feeble prayer; Come, — for we wait thy power divine, — Let us thy mercy share, s. F. Smith. 525 1 O Holy Ghost, the Comforter, How is thy love despised, While the heart longs for sympathy And friends are idolized. 2 O Spirit of the living God, Brooding with dove-like wings Over the helpless and the weak Among created things ! 3 Where should our feebleness find strength, Our helplessness a stay, Didst thou not bring us strength, and help, And comfort, day by day ? 4 Great are thy consolations, Lord, And mighty is thy power, In sickness and in solitude, In sorrow's darkest hour. 5 Oh, if the souls that now despise And grieve thee, heavenly Dove, Would seek thee, and would welcome thee, How would they prize thy love ! 6 Miss E. J. Browne. i Let songs of praises fill the sky ! Christ, our ascended Lord, Sends down his Spirit from on high, According to his word. 2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, New life creates within ; ITe quickens sinners from their death Of trespasses and sin. 3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, And to our hearts reveals ; Our bodies he his temple makes, And our redemption seals. 4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, With thy celestial fire ; [love Come, and with flames of zeal and Our hearts and tongues inspire ! COITERJLL. 2IO GOD BOARDMAN. C. M. " Templi Carmina.' i. Why should the chil-dren of a King Go mourning all their days?. *e# mmm rr¥H r f ?=: I I Great Com-fort - er ! de - scend, and bring Some to - kens of thy grace "~ r ' v r : =F? ¥ mm 527 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven ? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood ; And bear thy witness with my heart That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come ; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home. Watts. 528 1 Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord ! The Holy Ghost send clown ; Fulfill in us thy faithful word, And all thy mercies crown. 2 Though on our heads no tongues of lire Their wondrous powers impart, Giant, Saviour, what we more desire, Thy Spirit in our heart. 3 Spirit of life, and li<;ht, and love, Thy hca\enly influence give : Quit ken our souls, our guilt remove, That we in Christ may live. j To our benighted minds reveal The glories of his grace, And bring us where no clouds conceal The brightness of his face. 5 His love within us shed abroad, Life's ever-springing well ; Till God in us, and we in God, In love eternal dwell. Haweis. 529 1 Spirit of power and might, behold A world by sin destroyed ! Creator Spirit, as of old, Move on the formless void. 2 Give thou the word : that healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned, Produce the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy When nature rose to view, What strains will angel harps employ When thou shalt all renew ! 4 And if the sons of God rejoice To hear a Saviour's name, How will the ransomed raise their voice, To whom that Saviour came! 5 Lo! every kindred, tongue, and tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To Sovereign love alone. Montgomery. HOLY SPIRIT. 211 DUNDEE. C. M. Fawcett. 530 . 2 If noisy war, or strife, abound, We grieve the peaceful Dove ; His gracious aid is ever found In paths of truth and love. 3 Should we indulge one secret sin, Or disregard his laws, His succors and support, within, The Spirit, vexed, withdraws. 4 Forbid it, gracious Lord, that we, Who, from thy hand, receive The Spirit's power to make us free, Should e'er that Spirit grieve. 531 1 Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 2 The sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace, Born in the image of his Son, A new, peculiar race. 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, Breathes on the sons of flesh, Creates anew the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise From their long sleep of death ; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. Watts. W. J. E. L- 532 1 O Holy Spirit, Fount of Love, Blest Source of gifts divine, Kindle, we pray thee, from above, The inmost souls of Thine. 2 Bond of the sacred Trinity, Knit Thou our hearts in one, To know the blessed unity ° Of Father and of Son ! 3 Shed in each faithful heart abroad Love that doth all excel ; That God in us and we in God For evermore may dwell. 533 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load ! The heart, unchanged, can never rise, To happiness and God. 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, . The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, almighty Spirit ! thine, ■ To form the heart anew. 3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise ; To make the scales of error fall, From reason's darkened eyes ; — 4 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live ; A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. Steels. 212 GOD. ST. THOMAS. S. M. A. Williams. 534- 2 We meet with one accord In our appointed place, And wait the promise of our Lord, The Spirit of all grace. f Like might)' rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling breathe. 4 The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above, And give us hearts and tongues of fire To pray, and praise, and love. 5 Spirit of Truth, be thou In life and death our Guide ! O Spirit of adoption, now May we be sanctified. Montgomery. 535 i Descend, immortal Dove, Spread thy kind wings abroad; And wrapt in flames of holy love Be ir all m_\- soul to God. 2 Jesus, my Lord, reveal In ( harms of grace divine, And he thyself the sacred, seal That pail of price is mine. \ Behold, my heart expands I • i • itch the heavenly fire, It longs to feel the gentle bands, And groans with strong desire. 4 Thy love, my God, appears, And brings salvation down, My cordial through this vale of tears, In Paradise my crown. Doddridge. 536 1 The Holy Ghost is here, Where saints in prayer agree ; As Jesus' parting gift, he's near Each pleading company. 2 Not far away is he, To be by prayer brought nigh ; But here in present majesty, As in his courts on high. 3 He dwells within our soul, An ever-welcome Guest ; He reigns with absolute control As Monarch in the breast. 4 Our bodies are his shrine, And he tlf indwelling Lord : All hail, thou Comforter divinel Be evermore adored. 5 Obedient to thy will, We wait to feel thy power ; O Lord of life, our hopes fulfill, And bless this hallowed hour. Spusgbon. HOLY SPIRIT. EUTAW PLACE. S. M. 213 Arr. by J. P. Holbrook. i. Spir - it of faith come clown, I ' 'J Re - veal the things of God, And make to us the God - head known, And wit - ness with the blood. :§= s e?MI £ r ,f J2 i^a j^ji •^ j^ 537 No man can truly say That Jesus is the Lord, Unless thou take the veil away, And breathe the living word. Then, only then, we feel Our interest in his blood, And cry, with joy unspeakable, " Thou art my Lord, my God !" Oh that the world might know The all-atoning Lamb ! Spirit of faith, descend, and show The virtue of his name. C. Wesley. 538 Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise, Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God. Show us that loving One Who rules the courts of bliss, The Lord of Hosts, the Mighty God, The Eternal Prince of Peace. 5 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. 6 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free ; Then we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee ! Hart. 539 1 Blest Comforter Divine, Let rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And guide our souls above. 2 Draw us with still small voice, From every sinful way, And bid the mourning saint rejoice, Though earthly joys decay. 3 By thine inspiring breath Make every cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear. 4 Oh fill thou every heart, With love to all our race ! Great Comforter, to us impart These blessings of thy grace. Mrs. Sigourney. 214 GOD. SHEFFIELD. S. M. T. Hastings. * *- I. 'Tis God, the Spir - it leads In paths be - fore un - known ; The m — * — e- •;yj p p p ip^^p^^jj^ i^ § m 1 m g^H work to be per-formed is ours, The strength is all his own. P £= ^#"#rf^f Er # £; P 54-0 2 Supported by his grace, We still pursue our way ; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 3 'Tis he that works to will, 'Tis he that works to do ; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too. m A -r Beddome. 54 I 1 The Comforter has come, We feel his presence here, Our hearts would now no longer roam, But bow in filial fear. 2 This tenderness of love, This hush of solemn power, — Tis heaven descending from above, To fill this favored hour. 3 Earth's darkness all has fled, Heaven's light serenely shines, And every heart, divinely led, To holy thought inclines. 4 No more let sin deceive, Nor earthly cares betray, ( )h, let us never, never grieve The Comforter away ! 542 1 Come, Spirit, source of light, Thy grace Is unconfined ; Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The darkness of the mind. 2 Now to our eyes display The truth thy words reveal ; Cause us to run the heavenly way, Delighting in thy will. 3 Thy teachings make us know The mysteries of thy love, The vanity of things below, The joy of things above. 4 While through this maze we stray, Oh, spread thy beams abroad ! Disclose the clangers of the way, And guide our steps to God. Beddome. 543 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine ; And on this poor benighted soul With beams of mercy shine. 2 Oh ! melt this frozen heart ; This stubborn will subdue ; Each evil passion overcome, And form me all anew. 3 Mine will the profit be, But thine shall be the praise; And unto thee will I devote The remnant of my days. Beddome. HOLY SPIRIT. 215 HORTON. 7s. German. ab^hs^g 0 — 0 ' 0 m hz -=l- 3= I. Gra-cious Spir - it, Love di - vine ! Let thy light with - in me shine ^m m§. p^-^4==i. m M ,'JJ-JL^L^p^E^ fTT^=p^ All my guilt - y fears re - move, J" -0- mmm 1 Fill me full of heaven and love. hmm p^ ^ 544 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free ; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in his precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation on my heart ; Breathe thyself into my breast, — Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way ; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord ! forever thine. Stocker. 545 1 Holy Spirit ! Lord of light ! From thy clear celestial height, Come, thou Light of all that live ! Thy pure beaming radiance give ! 2 Come, thou hope of all the poor ! Come with treasures which endure ; Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast. 3 Thou in toil art comfort sweet ; Pleasant coolness in the heat ; Solace in the midst of woe ; Dost refreshing peace bestow. 4 Light immortal ! light divine ! Visit thou these hearts of thine ; If thou take thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay. 5 Heal our wounds — our strength renew j On our dryness pour thy dew ; Wash the stains of guilt away ; Guide the steps that go astray. 6 Give us comfort when we die ; Give us life with thee on high ; In thy gracious gifts descend ; Give us joys which never end. 546 Tr. E. Caswall. Holy Ghost! with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away, Turn my darkness into day. Holy Ghost ! with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long hath sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. Holy Ghost ! with joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. Holy Spirit ! all-divine, Dwell within this heart of mine ; Cast down every idol-throne, Reign supreme — and reign alone. Reed. 2l6 GOD. HOLLEY. 7s. Geo. Hews. i. Ho - ly Spir - it, in my breast, Grant that live - ly faith may rest, 5± :& t^ f=- <^= »•? E P ¥ P^ ^^ ££ And sub - due each reb E& § el thought To be - lieve what thou hast taught. PF~F is P 547 2 When around my sinking soul Gathering waves of sorrow roll, Spirit blest, the tempest still, And with hope my bosom fill. 3 Holy Spirit, from my mind Thought and wish and will unkind, Deed and word unkind remove, And my bosom fill with love. 4 Faith, and Hope, and Charity, Comforter, descend from thee ; Thou the Anointing Spirit art, These thy gifts to us impart. V Till our faith be lost in sight, Hope be swallowed in delight, And love return to dwell with thee, In the threefold Deity! 548 Richard Mant. 1 Holy Spirit, from on high, Bend o'er us a pitying eye ; Now refresh the drooping heart ; J!i3 S;r Walter Scott. 1 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek thine injured Father's face ; Those new desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart ; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His heavenly balm shall heal thy smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy dying Saviour bids thee live ; Go, view his bleeding side, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. Collyer. 564 1 Sinner, oh, why so thoughtless grown i Why in such dreadful haste to die ! Daring to leap to worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly? 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, Urged on by sin's fantastic dreams? Madly attempt th' infernal gate And force thy passage to the flames ? 3 Stay, sinner ! on the Gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains, For ever telling, yet untold. Watts. WARNING AND INVITATION ILLA. L. M. 221 W =1= SB i$^=zt- '^3F=S- :=r ^ I. Oh, do not let the word de - part, And close thine eyes a- gainst the light: P3E -£= J -a»- W ^ I I -»-gi- f5^ ^ *= ^jlj 3 3=1 =«±= iii Poor sin-ner, har - den not thy heart : Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to - night ? Gb£L ^ ;* — <=*- 565 To-morrow's sun may never rise To bless thy long deluded sight ; This is the time ; oh, then be wise ! Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to- night ? Our God in pity lingers still ; And wilt thou thus his love requite ? Renounce at length thy stubborn will : Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to- night ? The world has nothing left to give — It has no new, no pure delight ; Oh ! try the life which Christians live ; Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to- night ? Our blessed Lord refuses none Who would to him their souls unite ; Then be the work of grace begun ! Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to- night ? 566 If thou dost truly seek to live With all the joys that life can give ; If thy young feet would gladly press The ways of peace and happiness ; Go thou, with fresh and fervent love, To him who dwells in light above, 15 3=£ I Who sees ten thousand sons obey Yet listens when the lowly pray. 3 Cling thou to Jesus faithfully, As vines embrace their guardian tree ; Nor fail in this thy day of youth To find the Way, the Life, the Truth ; 4 And thou shalt breathe in this low world, An eagle chained, with wings unfurled, Prepared, when once thy bonds are riven, To soar away, and flee to heaven. 567 Lyons. Now, in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God ; Behold ! the months come hastening on, When you shall say, "My joys are gone." Behold ! the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. Eternal King ! I fear thy name ; Teach me to know how frail I am ; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. Watts. 222 WARNING AND INVITATION ZEPHYR. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. i. Say, sin=ner, hath a voice with - in Oft whispered to thy se - cret soul ^*m Urged thee to leave the ways of m ^^m \nd yield thy heart to God's con - trol ? -t-M F 568 2 Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath, And warned thee from that wrath to flee? 3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and light ; Regard in time the warning kind ; That call thou mayest not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man ; Ye who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 6 Sinner, perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be ; Oh, shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. Hyde. 569 i "Come, take my yoke," the Saviour said, '"To follow me be not afraid ; For 1 in heart am lowly, meek, And offer you the rest you seek. 2 " The yoke of pleasure may allure, And promise bliss that will endure ; But when it has thy youth despoiled, 'Twill cast thee off as garment soiled. 3 " Take not on thee the yoke of wealth ; 'Twill eat thy soul, destroy thy health, And make thee feel how cheap the cost If worlds could buy the peace it lost ! 4 " Ambition, too, its yoke displays, And hangs out its perennial bays ; Be not, poor soul, by it misled ; I offer thee a crown instead. 5 " Then take my yoke : 'tis soft and light, 'Twill ne'er disturb thy rest at night, But bring thee to that world above, Where no restraint is known but love." 570 1 I hear a voice that comes from far ; From Calvary it sounds abroad ; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear , It speaks of pardon bought with blood- 2 And is it true, that many My The sound that bids my soul rejoice ; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy's voice ! 3 Alas, for those ! — the day is near, When mercy will be heard no more ; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not heed before Kelly. FEDERAL STREET WARNING AND INVITATION L. M. 223 Oliver. m i„ Be -hold a Stran-ger at the door! He gen-tly knocks, has knock'd before ; -m- J -|g^ ^ -- You treat no oth - er friend so ill. ig $ P i — — ■• — r 571 2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands With melting heart and loaded hands ! Oh, matchless kindness ! and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes ; 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? He will ; the very friend you need : The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine ; Turn out his enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn — His feet departed, ne'er return : Admit him, or the hour 's at hand You '11 at his door rejected stand. Gregg. 572 i Come hither, all ye weary souls ! Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ! I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest who learn of me, — I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Blessed is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight ; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus ! we come at thy command ; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Watts. 573 1 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumbers lie ? 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? Can I his loving voice despise, And basely his kind care repay ? He calls me still ; can I delay? 3 God calling yet ! and shall he knock, And I my heart the closer lock ? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 4 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? I wait, but he does not forsake ; He calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 5 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay : Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part ; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Tersteegen. 224 WARNING AND INVITATION AMETHYST. C. M Cn. Beecher. $ 1 |J J cL-J-U #-»N-j^ r ' i I. Oh ! what amazing words of grace Are in the gos-pel found, Suit-ed to ev - ery m^ F r- r ir-mtff-fff f=N£#^g ill i- ^$& M^Ff g=S 3— 8=, =*=gb=^E l^S i i ia sin-ner's case Who hears the joy- ful sound ! Who hears the joy - ful sound! ^ -, f K f'-^g f P. f s r -*-*--L ^ a ^p 57+ 2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds, Your every burden bring ; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring. 3 This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts ; Come, thirsty souls ! your wants dis- close, And drink, with thankful hearts. 4 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace ; Come then, and prove its virtues too, And drink, adore, and bless. Medley. 575 i The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board : Not Paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. i Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; ( Mine from your most obscure retreats. And grace shall find you room. >y Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here ; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 4 Yet are his house and heart so large, That millions more may come ; Nor could the whole assembled world, O'erfill the spacious room. 5 All things are ready ; come away, Nor weak excuses frame : Come, taste the dainties of the feast, And bless the Master's name. m r-j £*. Doddridge. i Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill th' immortal mind, — 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die — Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Th • happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day ; — Lord — we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Watts, BROWN. WARNING AND INVITATION C. M. 225 -E-J- Wm. B. Bradbury. I _L_- ^ 3^= ~3 ^= * 1. The Sav s iour calls ; let ev» - ery ear -C . p P==fg= At - tend 4t the heaven-ly sound B=i==£^M5=H : J .i-jJaj^-T^ I Ye doubt - ing souls, dis - miss your fear ; Hope smiles re - viv - ing round. ^^ ^ =£: f £ ^ 4= ^^ r — r-^ — * £ 577 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart,' To banish mortal woe. 3 Ye sinners, come ; 'tis mercy's voice ; That gracious voice obey ; 'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys ; And can you yet delay ? 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. Steele. 57® Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands And knocks at every door ! Ten thousand blessings in his hands, To satisfy the poor. " Behold," he saith, " I bleed and die To bring you to my rest : Hear, sinners, while I'm passing by, And be forever blest. " Will you despise my bleeding love, And choose the way to hell ? Or in the glorious realms above, With me, forever dwell ? " Say, will you hear my gracious voice, And have your sins forgiven ? Or will you make that wretched choice, And bar yourselves from heaven ?" 579 1 And will the Lord thus condescend To visit sinful worms ? Thus at the door shall Mercy stand, In all her winning forms ? 2 Surprising grace ! — and shall my heart Unmoved and cold remain ? Has it no soft, no tender part ? Must Mercy plead in vain ? 3 Shall Jesus for admission sue, His charming voice unheard ? And shall my heart, his rightful due, Remain forever barred ? 4 O Lord, exert thy conquering grace ; Thy mighty power display : One beam of glory from thy face Can melt my sin away. Steele. 580 Inquire, ye pilgrims ! for the way That leads to Zion's hill, And thither set your steady face, With a determined will. Oh ! come, and to his temple haste, And seek his favor there ; Before his footstool humbly bow, And pour your fervent prayer. Oh ! come and join your souls to God In everlasting bands ; Accept the blessings he bestows, With thankful hearts and hands. Doddridge. 226 WARNING AND INVITATION, AVON Scottish. It yields no fruit, no bios - som bears, Though plant - ed ^ -1 by his hands. 58 •2 From year to year the tree he views, And still no fruit is found ; Then "cut it down," the Lord com- mands, '• Why cumbers it the ground ?" 3 But lo ! the gracious Saviour pleads : " The barren fig-tree spare, Another year in mercy wait, 583 582 It yet may bloom and bear." COTTERILL. i Come, sinner, to the gospel feast ; ( )h, come without delay ! For there is room in Jesus' breast For all who will obey. 2 There's room in God's eternal love To save thy precious soul ; Room in the Spirit's grace above To heal and make thee whole. 3 There's room within the church, re- deemed With blood of Christ divine ; Room in the white-robed throng, con- vened For that dear soul of thine. 4. There's room in heaven among the choir, And harps and crowns of gold, And glorious palms of victory there, And joys that ne'er were told. Huntingdon, 1 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm, In smiling crowds draw near, And turn from every mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear. 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, Stoops to converse with you ; And lays his radiant glories by, Your friendship to pursue. 3 " The soul that longs to see my face, Is sure my love to gain ; And those that early seek my grace, Shall never seek in vain." doddridce. 58+ 1 " Repent !" the voice celestial cries ; No longer dare delay : The soul that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sovereign eye of God O'erlooks the crimes of men ; His heralds now are sent abroad To warn the world of sin. 3 O sinners, in his presence bow, And all your guilt confess; Accept the offered Saviour now, Nor trifle with his grace. 4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound, And call you to his bar ; 1 1 is mercy knows th' appointed bound, And yields to justice then'. DoDDKIDGR. WARNING AND INVITATION. 227 HEBER. C. M. George Kingsley. ^^^Ppi^^i^ p #=* 1. By cool Si - lo - am's sha - dy rill, How fair the lil - y grows ! m £ r f - cf-m p P ^^ter^^^^ How sweet the breath, be - neath the hill, Of W i Sha-ron's dew -J — 4 M rJ j 585 2 Lo ! such the youth, whose early feet The paths of peace have trod — Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill, The lily must decay ; The rose, that blooms beneath the hill, Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour, Of man's maturer age, May shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage. 5 O thou, whose infancy was found, With heavenly rays to shine, — Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine, — 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, and in death, To keep us still thine own. Heber. 586 1 Remember thy Creator now, In these thy youthful days ; He will accept thine earliest vow, And listen to thy praise. Remember thy Creator now, Seek him while he is near ; For evil days will come, when thou Shalt find no comfort here. Remember thy Creator now ; His willing servant be : Then, when thy head in death shall bow, He will remember thee. S87 1 In the bright morn of life, when youth With vital ardor glows, And shines in all the fairest charms That beauty can disclose, 2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers Are yet by vice enslaved, Be thy Creator's glorious name And character engraved : 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud The sunshine of thy days ; And cares, and toils, in endless round Encompass all thy ways : 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age With vain regret deplore, And sadly muse on former joys, That now return no more. 5 True wisdom, early sought and gained, In age will give thee rest ; Oh then, improve the morn of life, To make its evening blest ! 228 WARNING AND INVITATION. DUNLAP'S CREEK. C. M. Western Melody. I I I. That aw - ful day will sure-ly come, Th'ap-point-ed hour makes haste — ^^tai^ When I must stand be - fore my Judge, And pass the so - lcmn test 3. ini Q J*3 ^ „ JTJ g^EEJ Eg: f F 588 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound " Depart ! " 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so distress my ear, T would tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. 4 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove — And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his love ! 5 Jesus, I throw my arms around. And hang upon thy breast, Without a gracious smile from thee, My spirit cannot rest. 6 Oh ! tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands ; Show me some promise in thy book, Where my salvation stands. Watts. 589 1 The day approacheth, 0 my soul, The gr< t dei isive day, Whi< h from the verge of mortal life, Shall bear thee far away. 2 Another day, more awful, dawns; And lo, the Judge appears ; Ye heavens, retire before his face, And sink, ye darkened stars. 3 Yet does one short, preparing hour, One precious hour remain ; Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy power, Nor let it pass in vain. 4 For this, thy temple, Lord, we throng, For this, thy board surround ; Here may our service be approved, And in thy presence crowned. Doddridge. 590 i Come to the ark, come to the ark ; To Jesus come away : The pestilence walks forth by night, The arrow flies by day. 2 Come to the ark : the waters rise, The seas their billows rear ; While darkness gathers o'er the skies, Behold a refuge near ! 3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep Beneath the sense of sin: Without, deep calleth unto deep, But all is peace within. 4 Come to the ark, ere yel the flood Your lingering steps Oppose ; Come, for the door which open stood Is now about to close. WARNING AND INVITATION WARWICK. C. M. I I ! " I I. Vain man, thy fond pur - suits for - bear, 3^E J^U 1=2 3=2: W AJ^ ^E Re - pent, thy _g_ i e2 end is K nigh ! -^ ^ f?zfczi =^-=tf ^ S^fe ^# s w- 'S> gL ^_ JE ^— ff ^= Death, at the far - thest, can't be far — Oh, think be - fore thou die ! 591 2 Reflect — thou hast a soul to save : Thy sins, how high they mount ! What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? How stands that dread account? 3 Death enters, and there's no defence ; His time, there's none can tell : He'll in a moment call thee hence, To heaven, or to hell ! 4 To-day the gospel call obey : Oh, hear ; it speaks to you ! This moment, then, forsake your way, And mercy will ensue. Hart. 592 1 Sinner, the voice of God regard ■ His mercy pleads to-day ; He calls you, by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest You live devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your soul of ease. 3 Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go ? In pain you travel all your days, To reap immortal woe. 4 But he who turns to God shall live, Through his abounding grace ; His mercy will the guilt forgive Of those who seek his face. 5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Renouncing every sin ; Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, And learn his will divine. 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts, He pardons like a God ; He will forgive your numerous faults Through our Redeemer's blood. Fawcett. 593 1 How short and hasty is our life ! How vast our soul's affairs ! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years. 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Without a moment's stay ; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away. 3 God from on high invites us home, But we march heedless on, And, ever hastening to the tomb, Stoop downward as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, Who slight the joys above ! [feel, What chains of vengeance should we Who break such cords of love ! 5 Draw us, O God ! with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. watts. 230 WARNING AND INVITATION RETURN. C. M. T. Hastings. i. Re -turn, O wand'rer, to thy home, Thy Fa- ther calls for thee; No 594- 2 Return, O wand'rer, to thy home, 'Tis Jesus calls for thee ; The Spirit and the Bride say — come ; Oh ! now for refuge flee ; Return, return ! 3 Return, O wand'rer, to thy home, 'Tis madness to delay ; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day : Return, return ! T. Hastings. PASSING AWAY, j To - day, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice ; ) " ( Say, will you to Mount Zi-on go ? Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? ) We are m±-±n£J444m ?*Hi&mm$^frHH^m *=9 passing a -way, We are passing a -way, We are passing away, To the great Judgment-day. 595 2 Ye wandering souls, who find no rest, Say, will you be forever blest? Will you be saved from sin and hell? Will you with Christ in glory dwell ? :$ ( !ome now, dear vouth, for ruin bound, Obey the Gospel's joyful sound: Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 4 Once more we ask you, in his name. For yet his love remains the same, Say, will you to Mount /ion jm>? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? Miller. WARNING AND INVITATION 231 OLNEY. S. M. L. Mason. BS P^f I. The Spi rit, in our hearts, Is whis-pering, " Sin-ner, come!" ^^ ^^^f lUiii # ^ t i m The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims, To his chil-dren, " Come !" f3^- 3Ez ^~ 596 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, " Come !" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come ! 3 Yes, whosoever will, Oh let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life ; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, Declares, " I quickly come ;" Lord, even so ! we wait thine hour ; O blest Redeemer, come ! H. U. Onderdonk. 597 1 Ye trembling captives ! hear ; The gospel-trumpet sounds ; No music more can charm the ear, Or heal your heart-felt wounds. 2 'Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar ; Salvation's news it spreads afar, And vengeance is no more. 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, Glad heaven aloud proclaims ; And earth, the jubilee's release, With eager rapture claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands The saving news shall spread ; And Jesus all his willing bands, In glorious triumph lead. 54 T. Boyce. 598 1 Come to the land of peace, From shadows come away, Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway. 2 Fear hath no dwelling here ; But pure repose and love Breathe through the bright, celestial air, The spirit of the dove. 3 Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land ; For here thy soul shall find its rest Amidst the shining band. Briggs' Coll, 599 1 Now is th' accepted time ; Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinners, come, without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time • The Saviour ca'ls to-day ; To-morrow it may be too late ; Then why should you delay? 3 Now is ih' accepted time ; The gospel bids you come, And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thy love ; Then will the angels swiftly fly To bear the news above. Doesix. 232 WARNING AND INVITATION PADDINGTON. S. M. And sin - ners, trcm-bling at their doom, Shall soon their sen - tence hear. 600 2 Angels, in bright attire, Conduct him through the skies ; Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire Attend him as he flies. 3 How awful is the sight ! How loud the thunders roar ! The sun forbears to give his light, And stars are seen no more. 4 The whole creation groans ; But saints arise and sing : They are the ransomed of the Lord, And he their God and King. Beddome. 601 1 And canst thou, sinner, slight The call of love divine ? Shall God with tenderness invite, And gain no thought of thine? 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve The Spirit from thy breast, Till lie thy wretched soul shall leave With all thy sins opprest? 3 To-day, a pardoning God Will hear the suppliant pray ; To day, a Saviour's cleansing blood Will wash thy guilt away. 4 But grace, so dearly bought, If vet thou wilt despise, [fraught, Thy fearful doom, with vengeance Will fill thee with surprise. hvde. 602 1 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis called to-day ; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away. 2 Soon will the harvest close, The summer soon be o'er ; O sinners, then your injured God Will heed your cries no more. 3 Then, while 'tis called to-day, Oh, hear the gospel's sound ; Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away, While pardon may be found. 5C7 DWIGI.T. 1 And will the Judge descend, And must the dead arise, And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes ? 2 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven before his face Astonished shrink away? 3 But, ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark ! from the Gospel's cheering sound What joyful tidings spread ! 4 Ye sinners ! seek his grate Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; Fly to the shelter of his cross, Ami find salvation there. DonDKinr.B. WARNING AND INVITATION 233 GOLDEN HILL. S. M. mw^m 3& 1. The swift -de - clin - ing day How fast its mom - ents fly, m m pm pip ^M -i m gjg^ west - ern sky ! While eve - ning's broad and gloom - y shade Gains on r the g m$ m pp=p ^ 604. 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, And use the hours of light • For know, its Maker can command An instant, endless night. 3 Give glory to the Lord, Who rules the rolling sphere ; Submissive, at his footstool bow, And seek salvation there. 4 Then shall new lustre break Through all the heavy gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, * In your Celestial home. Doddridge. 605 1 Oh, where shall rest be found — Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh : 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death ! 5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone. Montgomery. 606 1 I saw, beyond the tomb, The awful Judge appear, Prepar'd to scan, with strict account My blessings wasted here. 2 His wrath, like flaming fire, Burn'd to the lowest hell — And in that hopeless world of woe He bade my spirit dwell. 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'cl to-day; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away. 4 Soon will the harvest close — The summer soon be o'er — And soon your injur'd, angry God Will hear your prayers no more. DWIGHT. 234 WARNING AND INVITATION SPANISH HYMN. 7s. Double. Fine. \ Pil - grim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zi - on's gate; ) " \ There, till mer - cy speaks with -in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait: \ D. c. Watch, for sav - ing grace is nigh ; Wait, till heavenly grace ap - pears. as fe§ N^^y m ^i *£ s — J — J- S D.C. Knock — he knows the sin - ner's cry ; A-^- Weep — he loves the mourner s tears r 607 2 Hark ! it is the Saviour's voice — " Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest !" Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest : Safe, from all the lures of vice ; Owned, by joys the contrite know ; Bought by love, and life the price ; Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 3 Weary pilgrim ! what for thee In a world like this remains ? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains : Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame, from glory's view retire ; Doubt, in full belief, shall die, Pain, in endless bliss, expire. Crabbe. 608 1 When thy mortal life is fled, When the death-shades o'er thee spread, When is finished thy career, Sinner, where wilt thou appear? 2 When the world has passed away, When draws near the judgment day, When the awful trump shall sound, Say, oh, where wilt thou be found ? 3 When the Judge descends in light, Clothed in majesty and might, When the wicked quail with fear, Where, oh, where wilt thou appear ? 4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, When the saints and thou must part ? When the good with joy are crowned, Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Quickly to the Saviour fly ; Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ; Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 609 S F. Smith. Sinner, what has earth to show Like the joys believers know? Is thy path, of fading flowers, Half so bright, so sweet, as ours? Doth a skilful, healing" friend On thy daily path attend, And, where thorns and stings abound, Shed a balm on every wound ? When the tempest rolls on high, Hast thou still a refuge nigh? Can, oh, can thy dying breath Summon one more strong than death? Canst thou, in that awful day, Fearless tread the gloomy way, Plead a glorious ransom given, Burst from earth, and soar to heaven? Mrs. C. E. Tonna. WARNING AND INVITATION. 235 PLEYEL'S HYMN, 7s. Pleyel. is ' J J — 3 '. 2~1 •„ ? » 13 ^j— — - - - - • ' CS ZS ~ 1. Has - ten, sin - ner, to be wise ; Stay not for the mor - row's sun : mmm^Mm^m^ g^=±4%=^k±=hh£^ @g^F Wis - dom, if you still de -spise, Hard - er is Jj. it to be won ^^^=^mq^-^^3^ zfz V1 610 2 Hasten mercy to implore ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun, t. Scott. 6ll 1 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? God, your Maker, asks you why ; God, who did your being give, . Made you with himself to live. 2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why ; Will ye not in him believe ? He has died that ye might live. 3 Will ye let him die in vain ? Crucify your Lord again ? Why, ye ransom 'd sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 4 Sinners, turn : why will ye die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why — He, who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace his love. 5 Will ye not his grace receive ? Will ye still refuse to live ? Oh, ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die ? c. Wesley. 6l2 1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep ; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead : Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Wake from sleep ; arise from death ; See the bright and living path ; Watchful, tread that path ; be wise ; Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime ; From this hour redeem thy time ; Life secure without delay ; Evil is thy mortal day. 4 Oh, then, rouse thee from thy sleep ! Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; Jesus calls from death and night ; Jesus waits to shed his light. H. U. Onderdonk, 236 WARNING AND INVITATION ROSEFIELD. 7s. 6 lines. Dr. Malan. m i £ % -&■&£- 3*=3: 1 ' Love's re - deem - ing work is done ; Come and wel - come, sin - ner, come. H 5 -*-a>-g: ESEg fg rg T^f^ 6l3 2 '•' Sprinkled now with blood the throne, Why beneath thy burdens groan ? On my pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid ; Bow the knee, and kiss the Son — Come and welcome, sinner, come. 3 " Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest dainties stored ; To thy Father's bosom pressed, HEROLD. 7s. Yet again a child confessed, Never from his house to roam, Come and welcome, sinner, come. " Soon the days of life shall end ; Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, Safe your spirits to convey To the realms of endless da)', Up to my eternal home ; Come and welcome, sinner, come." Haweis. Herold. I. Come, said Je - sus' sa - cred voice, Come, and make my paths vour choice will guide you to your home : Wea - ry wan - derer, hith-er come. 2 Thou, who, homeless and forlorn, ! 3 Hither come, for here is found Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Balm that flows for even- wound! Long hast roamed the barren waste, Peace, thai ever shall endure, Weary wanderer, hither haste. Rest eternal, sacred, sure* barbaui.d. WARNING AND INVITATION NEWTON. 8s, 7s & 4s. 237 wonders ( Loud-er than a thou-sand thunders, J2. Hark ! the trum-pet's aw Shakes the vast ere - a - ful sound, tion round ':! i SW mm g & r S-S- s =P3= ■HI t*' «PWTT J I J., J J^=W g3^^^ r f How the summons, How the m summons Will » l-^-g— ( £ the sin - ner's heart confound ! > NjbI- -je- er I £ 615 2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine : You who long for his appearing, Then shall say, "This God is .nine:" Glorious Saviour ! Own me in that day for thine. 3 At his call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea ; All the powers of nature, shaken By his voice, prepare to flee : Careless sinner, What will then become of thee ? 4 But to those who have confessed, Loved and served the Lord below, He will say, "Come near, ye blessed ; See the kingdom I bestow : You forever Shall my love and glory know." Newton. 6l6 i To the ark away ! or perish ; Sinners, to the ark away ! Vain the hope, that thousands cherish, Of deliverance in that clay, When destruction Cometh, that no arm can stay. 2 Careless ones, be warned, and haste ye To the ark that open lies ; 16 Why, oh, why, in folly waste ye Precious time that quickly flies r Soon your laughter Will be turned to bitter cries. 3 Hear the Lord himself invite you To his arms — a refuge sure ; Oh, believe him, lest he smite you With a curse that none can cure ! When he thunders, Who his anger can endure ? 4 They are safe, and none besides them Who the Saviour's word obey ; They are safe, for he will hide them, In the dark and dreadful day • They shall triumph, When the world has passed away. 617 1 Sinner, hear the melting story Of the Lamb that once was slain ; 'Tis the Lord of life and glory : Shall he plead with you in vain ? Oh, receive him, And salvation now obtain ! 2 All your sins to him confessing Who is ready to forgive, Seek the Saviour's richest blessing: On his precious name believe : He is waiting ; Will you not his grace receive ? 238 WARNING AND INVITATION. ZION. 8s, 7s & 4s. T. Hastings. I See th'e- ter-nal Judge descending ! View him seated on his throne ! I \ Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand, and hear thine awful d 00m : J Trumpets call thee, ¥ ^SE^PfJfg^Lj 1 1^:1 v g "C B r rf I Stand, and hear thine awful doom ! Trumpets call thee, Stand and hear thine awful doom. MJgbitpb,! S^SEEflEfcE* m£ wm 3, U-fc 618 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain ; While in anguish thus lamenting That he ne'er was born again — Greatly mourning That he ne'er was born again : 3 " Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, With the marks of dying love ; Oh that I had sought his favor, When I felt his Spirit move — Golden moments, When I felt his Spirit move !" 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder ! Hope and sinners here must part ; Louder than a peal of thunder, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart I" Lost for ever, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart !" 619 1 Hear, C) sinner ! mercy hails you ; Now with sweetest voice she calls ; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls: Hear, ( ) sinner ! "1'is the voice of mercy calls. 2 Sec : the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread ! Hark ! the awful thunder rolling Loud and louder o'er your head ! Turn, O sinner ! Lest the lightning strike you dead. 3 Haste, O sinner ! to the Saviour ; Seek his mercy while you may ; Soon the day of grace is over ; — Soon your life will pass away ; Haste, O sinner ! You must perish if you stay. reed. 620 1 Hear the heralds of the Gospel News from Zion's King proclaim : — " To each rebel sinner pardon ; Free forgiveness in his name :" Oh, what mercy ! "Free forgiveness in his name." 2 Sinners, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above ? Every sentence, oh, how tender ! Every line is full of love : Listen to it ; Every line is full of love. 3 Oh, ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way ; Hasten to the court of heaven ; Tidings bear without delay; Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey, allm WARNING AND INVITATION, MERIBAH. C. P. M. 239 L. Mason. plplllPiil M=u^&^m *=* I. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take thy ransomed people home, Shall J - - „ « _ . . J g^=P=ff^^l £=S ^^ =& r- I* ^Wj^d: ^ 3^ £e£ 1 I among them stand ? ( Shall such a worthless worm as I, 1 Who sometimes am afraid to die, ) Be found at thy right hand m=fr^- 0-£- F F F i p p# ^J 3E ^ 621 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But, can I bear the piercing thought, What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call ? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace, Be thou my only hiding-place, In this the accepted day ■ Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face ; Than loudest of the throng I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. Countess of Huntingdon. 622 i 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 ! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress ; Give me to feel their solemn weighty 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 fulfill, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure ! Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this earth, to live And reign with thee above ; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. c. Weslev. 240 WARNING AND INVITATION. BROOKLYN. H. M i. Fair shines the morning star ; The sil - ver trumpets sound, Their notes re-echoim m^^^-ih^'-idi* h^f ' J J H-J l J J J =r 1 — i H i 1 J H 1 r« « m ■ H ( ) *:*¥ -I— -M-^—d — * — jf '— far, . . . While dawns the day a - round : Joy to the slave ; the slave is free ; ■bfeb "S" ' — s . , J »»'*•-*- is- * * : jg : 1 i* v^- —Mr- : r=p= | [ f ' ' l*> ' — ' ' — ^=tg=gEpE^E^^J=^E^EEEpE^ \t; It is the year of Ju - bi - lee, U^-f-f- S-- £f£^£ the year of Ju - bi - lee. &=€=* 623 2 Prisoners of hope, in gloom And silence left to die, With Christ's unfolding tomb, Your portals open fly ; Rise with your Lord ; — he sets you free ; It is the year of Jubilee. 3 Ye, who yourselves have sold For debts to Justice due, Ransom'd, but not with gold, [ [e gave himself for you ! The blood of Christ hath made you free; It is the year of Jubilee. 4 Captives of sin and shame, < )'er earth and ocean, hear An angel's voice proclaim 1 he Lord's accepted year: Lei I 11 ob rise, be Israel free ; [f is Mil- year of Jubilee. Montgomery. 624 1 Ye dying sons of men, — Immerged in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you : Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 2 No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame: He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame All things are reach' ; sinners, come, For every trembling soul there's room. 3 Compelled by bleeding love, Ye wandering sheep, draw near ; Christ calls you from above ; 1 1 is charming accents hear ; Let whosoever will now come : In mercy's breast there still is room. BonEN. WARNING AND INVITATION LENOX. H. M. Congregation. 241 Edson. ^Pppi#^d^to^i *!== ^EE^t Efl 1. Blow ye the trumpet, blow ; The glad-ly- solemn sound ! Let all the nations know, SS: fell S e^M \-rt, P§ Sr fc£i Choir, The year of ju - bi - lee is come ; Re- S£a 1 To earth's re-mot-est bound. J ■<*- ^ -m- Is- • r 5= The The year of ju - bi- m P^^f=t3: m^ *=t =F=* The year of ju - bi - loe is come ; Re- turn, ye ransomed turn, ye ran-somed sin - ners, home. m^mmm =S> ^- s year of ju - bi - lee is come; Re - turn, ye ran-somed sin - ners, home, lee is come ; Re - turn, ve ran - somed sin - r.crs, Lome ^^= ±21 m sin - ners, home. 625 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made: Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad ; The year of jubilee is come • Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 1 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb ; Redemption by his blood Throughout the world proclaim The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 5 Ye who have sold for naught Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 6 The Gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. WCSLEY 242 WARNING AND INVITATION. COME, YE SINNERS. 8s & 7s. Lfg-A. • rg~Ji B — ! \-\ =psi= =n=i ciT-1- 1 fine. i Come, ye ' ] Je - sus D. c. Glo - ry, L^-J — J- ■*■ • sin- ners, read - y hon - or, poor and stands to and sal - need - y, save you, va - tion, ( 1 3 : — S^ Weak and Full of -"hrist the r • r i wounded, pit - y, Lord is sick and love, and :ome to sore ; ) Dower, ) reign. j*W_£_J 1 -~ tT1 rh • b 1 f-^ NM e Chorus. D.C. Turn to the Lord, and seek sal - va - tion, Sound the praise of his dear name ; 626 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify ; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall, If you tarry till you 're better, You will never come at all. 5 Agonizing in the garden, Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! On the bloody tree behold him — There he groans, and bleeds, and dies. '; Lo ! th' Incarnate God ascending Pleads the merit of his blood ; Venture on him — venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude. Hart. 6* 27 1 Come, ye sinners, heavy laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall, If you tarry till you 're better, You will never come at all ; Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 2 Let no sense of guilt prevent you, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives you — 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 3 Agonizing in the garden, Lo, your Maker prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold him ; Hear him cry before he dies, " It is finished !* Sinners, will not this suffice? 4 Lo ! th' Incarnate God ascended Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture wholly ; Let no other trust intrude ; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Hart Adapt to th* txne Sy omitting t!i ■ repeat and the chorus. WARNING AND INVITATION EXPOSTULATION. lis. 243 pm PFFrT«U s-^^m t±s- 1. Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mer-cy, is com -rag so nigh? f^ i» m -P- g * g: I CL_J I I UJ ■^jp^^fajH-ri^ry ^ir^^fPf ■ctH S^ 1 Ed — d—j=& m — 1 — »*--«- 4 A3 Now Je - sus in-vites you, the Spir - it says, Come, And an - gels are wait-ing to welcome you homo --.W ^y *=± p^ 1=5= fen 1 g Ctf p 628 2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better ; your chains melt away ! Come guilty, come wretched, come just as you are ; All helpless and dying, to Jesus repair. 3 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart ; In him once united, we never shall part ; Oh, how can we leave you ? why will you not come ? We'll journey together, and soon be at home. j. Hopkins. 629 i Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here ; Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus thy God ? A fountain is open, how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace Long grieved and resisted may take his sad flight, And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 4 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, * The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade ; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand ; What power then, O sinner, will lend thee its aid ! Hastings. 244 W A R N I N G AND INVITATION. COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. lis & lOs. CHOIR. s-~. Webbe. ^mmm ->*—. P i E i m I. Come, ye dis - con - so -late, wher-e'er ye lan-guish. Come to the m :t- 3= *^ B t wm ^= CONGREGA TION. -— I 1 +— 3^^ *=r fer vent - ly kneel ; Here bring your wound-ed hearts, — g '—■£-. ^ g- here tell your an - guish ; Earth has no sor- row that heaven can-not heal. V. . > fi. * _ jsa. I A^q 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, ^ Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure ; Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying— " Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure." 3 Here see the Bread of Life ; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; Come to the feast of love — come, ever knowing " Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove." 4 Go ask the infidel what boon he brings us, What charm for aching hearts he can reveal, Sweet as that heavenly promise hope brings us — "Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal." Moore. yi verse by Hastings. TO-DAY. 6S & 4S. L. Mason. ^4d=j=J=^trJ^N= m^m^m 1. To-day the Saviour calls ! Ye wand'rers, come , Oh, yc benighted souls, Why longet roam? a f - : feMEtfej C^n j 2 To-day the Saviour calls; ^ ( )h, hear him now ; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. 3 To-day the S;i\iour calls; For 1 efuge fly ; The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. 4 The Spirit calls to-day : Yield to his power ; ( )li, grieve him not away, "Tis mercy's hour. fea: WARNING AND INVITATION. 245 THAT BEAUTIFUL LAND. Wm. B. Bradbury. =r its: =3=^ _j-a _ "-»- I. A beau- ti - ful land by faith I see — A land of rest, from sor - row free ; gzjifcfabfa^^^^^^T^^ J ^^^i^=p^l^^H=g=d=^ The home of the ran - somed, bright and fair, And beau - ti - ful an - gels, ^=^ T- CHORUS. -w «- :^EEziEEES=S too, are there. Will you go ? Will you go ? Go to that beau - ti - ful & £SEg S^ m m May be repeated, at pleasure, fift -it It: ic Ur-i 1 1 - -rrrr msm * land with me? Will you go? Will you go? Go to that beau-ti - ful land? J > -1 - -f- -r • . * 'T g • . a A t- r -r I £3e -to to- 1? — F f^t* 632 2 That beautiful land, the City of Light, It ne'er has known the shades of night; The glory of God, the light of day, Hath driven the darkness far away. Will you go ? etc. 3 In vision I see its streets of gold ; Its beautiful gates I too behold, The river of life, the crystal sea, The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree. Will you go ? etc. 4 The heavenly throng arrayed in white, In rapture range the plains of light ; And in one harmonious choir they praise Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace. Will you go ? etc. 246 WARNING AND INVITATION. WARNING. 12s & 8s. 1. When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er, f f ,f f f ,1^ t- • t- . J J J.J ■ ■ f ■ -^ * m . „ r I* Efe ^^^^r^^^NM When the beams cease to break of the blest Sabbath morn, And Jesus in-vites thee no more. A ff? SEEEEE ^£=^f^to p 5 rprT ^=- rn 633 2 When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The gospel no message declare, — Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailing of woe. How suffer the night of despair ? 3 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansions above ; When their harmony wakes, in the fulness of bliss, Their song to the Saviour of love, — 4 Say, O sinner, now living at rest and secure, And fearing no trouble to come, Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, Or bear the impenitent's doom ? s. F. Smith. OH, THERE WILL BE MOURNING. -f^^==m==jjM-\^=d :5h= m Oh, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning.Oh, there will be mourning At the EgSg^Etg=gEE£^ Judgment-seat of Christ. Parents and children there will part, Parents and children wmm there will part, Parents and children there will part, Will part to meet no more. WARNING AND INVITATION IMPLORING CHANT. L. M. 247 L. Marshall. (tPt1 — m- — FT — f 1 — =ft^ — if — ^ — > — hcF^ — ^T 1 1 ' 1 I. Haste, traveler, haste ! the night comes on, And many a shin - ing hour is 1 gone ; M>4 r 1 U £^* * 1 1 & T_t— V-£ — p- ~^- : iF^ -4- 1 i -l^i N — k s * 1 j j 1 a 1 :t=:=? S ^ =& --& — tt * '4B- The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art far from home and rest I* & E^?Ee£e ^^^ m W 634 2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky • The rains descend, the winds are high ; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near ; JESUS PAID IT ALL. 3 Then linger not in all the plain, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain ; Look not behind, make no delay, Oh speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! pm *tj ^ij=a^^^E^ CHORUS. I t*_ CoLLYER. Scotch Air. # 1 *: SE j Noth-ing, ei-ther great or small, Nothing, sin-ner, no ; | ( Je-sus died, and paid it all, Long, long a - go. ) Je-sus paid it all, t, F F-f- -r m £e£ =g= ^=? m r=^ ^T^= *=4=&^ E^fE All the debt I owe, And nothing, either great or small, Re-mains for me to do. -j— -g- , p «■ f ■ „ £ • j2-f-rf: 0- ^ I kf — g If ^=n-^EEEEE5£ 635 2 When he from his lofty throne Stooped to do and die, Everything was fully done — " 'Tis finished," was his cry. 3 Weary, working, plodding one, Wherefore toil you so ? Cease your doing ; all was done Long, long ago. 4 Till to Jesus' work you cling, By a simple faith, " Doing is a deadly thing, Doing ends in death." 5 Cast your deadly doing clown, Down at Jesus' feet ; Stand in him, in him alone, Glorious and complete. Proctor. 248 WARNING AND INVITATION. PALESTINE. L. M. 6 lines. Mazzincbi. 1. Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the ~m^m fefai m 1^=^=^ T3> 1 -, 2E$ wmm of woe; Cease thy complaint, sup -press thy groan, And 1 1 JTj - J. ?FRES 3^35 8^^^l^d^Sfe^W=]^^^ E To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. balm is found. =g= ^ J J i ^^K 1= g F 2 Angel of patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling balm, To lay with hope the storms of fear, And reconcile life's smile and tear. The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father's will ! 3 0 thou, who mournest on thy way, With longings for the close of day, He walks with thee, that angel kind, And gently whispers," Be resign'd ! Hear up, bear on, the end shall tell, The dear Lord ordereth all things WClli German, 7V. We m r, 636 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ; On Jesus cast thy weighty load ; In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Safe in the mercy of thy God : [word ! Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious Forever love and praise the Lord. /: Sherlcy. 1. To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God's unci.. -si angel gently comes ; No power hath he to banish pain, ( )t give us back our lost again, And yet, in tenderesl love, our dear And Heavenly Father sends him here. WARNING AND INVITATION. COME TO JESUS. 249 * W=£z ¥ =3- 1. Come to Je - sus, come to Je ^^— S-f— g— r-g m £-' ^ ^ — ®j— sus. ^ zap m Come to Je - sus, just Just now come to Je - sus, Come to Je - sus, just now. — S- 67 8 2 He wiI] save y°u- 3 Oh, believe him. 4 He is able. 5 He is willing. ^ 6 He'll receive you. 7 Call upon him. 8 He will hear you. 9 Look unto him. 10 He'll forgive you. 11 Flee to Jesus. 12 He will cleanse you. 13 He will clothe you. 14 Jesus loves you. 15 Don't reject him. 16 Only trust him. 17 Hallelujah, Amen. WILL YOU GO? 8s & 3s. m ",-£i > — ;^,~"~~ — ; ' ~~ * — jE — ^S — ^"~ — £» ^ ^: T^J--+^-^: =9 pi We're traveling home to heaven a - bove, Will you go ? To sing the Sav-iour's dy - ing love, Will you go? D. c. And mil- lions more are on the road, Will you go? i*- • -1*- will you go ? ) will you go ? ) will you go ? m^ $=$ 1 f"= — r Mil- s= -s g- a ^^i^^^^^la Z>.C lions have reached that blest a ■ :- _£ £l J* £1 £: bode, A - noint - ed kings and priests to God, ?=P^ 639 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb, Will you go ? In rapturous strains to praise his name, Will you go ? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear And all the joys of heaven we'll share, Will you go ? We're going to join the heavenly choir, Will you go ? To raise our voice 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 ? 250 WARNING AND INVITATION. GERHARDT. 7s & 6s. J. P. Holbrook. i. Go thou in life's fair morn-ing, Go, in thy bloom of youth ; And seek, for thine a- dorn-ing, The pre-cious pearl of truth: > - J. - Se-cure the heavenly treas-ure, And S^#M m f=? rtr-rr ^ -i — »- # ^ 3- frfi ihra^=^ ,- s * jt: bind it on thy heart ; And let no earthly pieas - lire, E'er cause it to de-part. a*-T : £ r -p- ^ ^ 64O Go, while the day-star shineth, Go, while thy heart is light, Go, ere thy strength deelineth, While every sense is bright : Sell all thou hast and buy it ; Tis worth all earthly things, — Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, Sceptres and crowns of kings ! Go, ere the cloud of sorrow Steals o'er thy bloom of youth ; Defer not till to-morrow ; Go now, and buy the truth. Go, seek thy great Creator; Learn early to be wise ; Go, place upon the altar, A morning sacrifice. 64I O Jesus, thou art standing Outside the fast closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er: Shame on us, guilty mortals, Who can his favor share, Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us, To keep him standing there ! 2 O Jesus, thou art knocking : And lo ! that hand is scarred, And thorns thy brow encircle, And tears thy face have marred: Oh, love that passeth knowledge So patiently to wail ! Oh, sin that hath no equal So fast to bar the gate ! 3 O Jesus, thou art pleading In accents meek and low, " I died for you, poor sinners, And will ye treat me so?" O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door : Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us never more. Hymns Ancient and Modern. WARNING AND INVITATION. SCOTLAND. 12s. I. The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain, For Ad-am's lost £=S: For sin and un - clean-ness, and Hal-le-lu - jah to the Lamb, who hath pppj p if g^gjj^^^ a ^g^^^^^g^-^^^ ev - ery trans-gres-sion, pur-chase 1 our par -don, £k^£hH: His blood flows most free - ly in. . streams of sal We'll praise him a - gain when we pass o - ver i P |^^ a± ^ign^^^ ^^ va - tion, Jor - dan, His blood flows most free - ly We'll praise him a - gain 3QE ^W=g=eE m . . . streams when we pass of sal ver va - tion. ) for - dan. j ^ 64-2 Ye souls that are wounded ! oh, flee to the Saviour ! He calls you in mercy, 'tis infinite favor ; Your sins are increasing, escape to the mountain- — His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. O Jesus ! ride onward, triumphantly glorious ! O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious ; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and men raise the shout of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more ; We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, And sing of salvation forever and ever ! . Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. r. Burdsall 25- WARNING AND INVITATION. Lindsay. Arr. hyj. P. Holbrook. TOO LATE. SOLO (Soprano) or DUET. Vs. i, 2. 3. i. Late, late, so late ! and dark the night, and chill ! Late, late, so late ! But ^^m SOLO .Base! QUARTET. r*=E2? m 3 pp g=^z we can en - tcr still. J r I 1 00 late, too late ! ye can- not en - ter SlEb S^F- & ^### ^, r^=^ f= QUARTET. Ending for Second Verse. =9 ^ £=^ ^ ^ *~ * too late! ye can -not en - ter Too late, £ * * i Sh q= =5=^ 643 2 No light had we ; — for that we do repent, And learning this, the Bridegroom will relent. — || : Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now. :|| 3 No light ! so late ! and dark and chill the night — Oh, let us in, that we may find the light. Too late ! too late, ye cannot enter now ! v. Fourth Verse. Tennyson. mmm^mm m (*' immm s 4. Have we not heard the Bridegroom is so sweet ! Oh, let us in, that 3Nf -v — 9 — £ *S=4= DUET. QUARTET. ;— dsz =f^iBti^^^^iiigg^ig^ir=p we may kiss his feet ; Oh, let us in, Oh, let us in, though late, PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. BERA. L. M. J. E. Gould. ^^E^=B^^EEf3ill§=g: i. Show pit - y, Lord ! O Lord, for - give ; Let a re-pent- ing reb - el live fe£j>z2=r? i* I*— ^jg '&— — Jti^a. --&- dd: Are not thy mer - cies large and free ? $E May not a sin - ner trust in thee? B ^= s S= :F±F -H^- s ^ =e- =F 644 2 My crimes are great, but ne'er surpass The power and glory of thy grace : Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ! Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord ! Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 645 Watts. 1 Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, 17 I hear, and bow me to the rod ; For him, not without hope, I mourn, O Jesus, full of pardoning grace, More full of grace than I of sin ; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms and take me in. Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore • Oh, for thy truth and mercy's sake. Forgive, and bid me sin no more I Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now • Fill all my soul with filial fears, To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow. 646 C. Wesley. A broken heart, my God, my Ring, Is all the sacrifice I bring : The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. My soul lies humbled in the dust, Aiid owns thy dreadful sentence just : Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. Then will I teach the world thy ways ; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace : I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. Watts. 253 '54 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION WARNER. L. M J^U ■ i — » ^4rr. <5y Kingsi^y. S^S ?! fe^ I. With brok- en heart and con- trite sigh, A trembling sin- ner, Lord, I cry; ?3 ^ is#=i s ###p S=a ^ f ^Uh.l JUJ J— hs? «l— I-S— s -; ^^ Thv pardoning grace is rich and free O God, be mer - ci - ful to me i j^.fffr.g - m =&= r I 647 op- I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt pressed ; Christ and his cross my only plea : O God, be merciful to me ! Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 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 ! C. Elvek. Dost thou not all my sorrows know, And claim a share in all my pain ? 4 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, Nor quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread, Thy all-victorious righteousness. 5 The day of small and feeble things, I know thou never wilt despise ; I know, with healing in his wings, The Sun of Righteousness shall rise. C. Wesley. 648 i My sufferings all to thee are known, Tempted in every point like me ; Regard my grief, regard thine own : Jesus, remember Calvary! 2 For whom didst thou the cross endure ? Who nailed thy body to the tree ? Did not thy death my life procure? ( )h ! let thy mercy answer me. 3 An thou not touched with human woe? Hath pity left the Son of Man ? 649 1 I left the God of truth and light ; I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death! 2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke Was light and easy to be borne : Through all his bonds of love I broke ; I cast away his gifts with scorn ! 3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance ! from thy frown, Eternal Justice! from thine eye? 4 Lo ! through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace: The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus' reconciling face ! Montgomery. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION FEDERAL STREET. L. M. 255 Oliver. I. When at thy foot - stool, Lord, I bend, And plead with thee for raer - cy there, -fS. -gj- J -- ig- -^- -|^- -fm- -fs- • - HBI ^ -<=- -«* f^^ i i I His voice proclaims my par - don found — Ser-aph-ic trans-port wings the sound Pi £>53 2 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven, The new-born peace of sin forgiven ! Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels, never dimmed your sight. 3 Ye saw of old, on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies : Ye know where morn exulting springs, And evening folds her drooping wings. 4 Bright heralds of th' eternal will, Abroad his errands ye fulfill ; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious, in his presence play. 5 But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge will be mine : Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear. HlLI.HOUSS. 654. 1 I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, i ish me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain I - sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be I 0 vet (dosed to all but thee : thou my breast, and let me wear Tli it pledge of love forever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side ! Who thence their life and strength de- rive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move ; O wondrous grace ! O boundless love ! Zinzemdorf, tr. by J. Wesley. t>55 1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine, With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sovereign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace ; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransom 'd by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thine would I live — thine would I die ; Be thine through all eternity ; The vow is past beyond repeal, And now I set the solemn seal. 4 Here, at that cross where ilows the blood That bought my guilty soul to God, — Thee, my new Mister, now I call, And consecrate to thee my all. Davibs. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION 257 WOODWORTH. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. I. Just as I am, with - out one plea But that thy blood was shed for me, JM^-^-^4^- ^S f=g I And that thou bid'st me come to thee, glir^PHH^cE O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! fe^rf :£; g 656 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 5 Just as I am— thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 6 Just as I am — thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down ; Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! Charlotte Elliot. 657 i Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open thine arms and take me in. 2 Pity and save my ruined soul ; 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole ; Dark, till in me thine image shine, And lost I am, till thou art mine. 3 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for thee : Here, then, to thee I all resign ; Thine is the work, and only thine. 4 What can I say thy grace to move ? Lord, I am sin — but thou art love : I give up every plea beside, Lord, I am lost, — but thou hast died i C. Wesley. 658 Oh, for a glance of heavenly clay, To take this stubborn heart away ; And thaw, with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake ; The seas can roar; the mountains shake : Of feeling, all things show some sign9 But this unfeeling heart of mine. To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, O Lord, an adamant would melt : But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine. But Power Divine can do the deed ; And, Lord, that power I greatly need : Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And melt and change this heart of mine. Hart. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. H. W. Greatorex. i. Lord, when we bow be - fore thy throne, And our con - fes - sicns pour, .rjr . ,rJ - r ^mm. ;jg £- r=Hf r -3Z^ ^ ^^^=u^s^m ±m=k =$** -s- Oh, may we feel the sins we =i P^7T=F own, And hate what we de-plore. % i ^ 659 J. D. Carlyle. 2 Our contrite spirits, pitying, see ; True penitence impart ; And let a healing ray from thee Beam hope on every heart. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, Oh, let our wills resign, And not a thought our bosom share Which is not wholly thine. 4 Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts 'tis goodness, still, That grants it, or denies. 660 1 Jesus, and didst thou condescend, When vailed in human clay, To heal the sick, the lame, the blind And drive disease away? 2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry, And give the blind to see ? Jesus, thou Son of David, hear — Have mercy, too, on me. 5 And didst thou pit}- mortal woe, And sight and health restore ? Tli n pity, Lord, and save my soul, Which needs thy mercy more. 4 Didst thou regard thy servant's cry, When sinking in the wave? 1— I perish, Lord — oh, save my soul, For thou alone canst save. Bradley. 66l 1 O thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh ; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye. 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn ; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said — "Return?" 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet ? Oh, let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat ! Steele. 662 1 Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace, Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall And hide this wretched face. 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid? Ah, vile, ungrateful heart ! By earth's low cares so oft betrayed From Jesus to depart. 3 Oh, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, The deep, repentant sigh, Confirm the kind, forgiving word, With pity in thine eye ! PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. 259 ELIZABETHTOWN. CM. Geo. k.ngsley. ■ ^=S=S=^ ^ sat m^t 1. Ap-proach, my soul ! the mer - cy - seat, Where Je - sus answers prayer ^^£ £ :^S= s p ^^ ^1 * There hum-bly fall be - fore his feet SfcF £ g=§ For none can per - ish there. £ g SiB 5zlr 663 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh : Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord ! am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed • By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him — thou hast died. 5 Oh ! wondrous Love — to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name ! 664 Newton. i Jesus ! thou art the sinner's Friend ; As such I look to thee ; Now in the fullness of thy love, 0 Lord ! remember me. 2 Remember thy pure word of grace — Remember Calvary • Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me. 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 1 yield myself to thee ; While thou art sitting on thy throne, Dear Lord ! remember me. 46 4 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, But thy salvation 's free ; Then, in thine all-abounding grace, Dear Lord ! remember me. 5 And, when I close my eyes in death, When creature-helps all flee, Then, O my dear Redeemer-God ! I pray, remember me. burnham. 665 1 When wounded sore the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can salve the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul dark spot, One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief, His heart that 's touched with all out joys And feeleth for our grief. 5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord ; Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin, But in thy wounded side. Cecil Frances Alexander. 26o PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. DEDHAM. + £ English. i. Sweet was the time when first I felt ^gj^ The Sav - iour's pardoning blood Ap-plied to cleanse my soul from eruilt, And brine: me home to God. ^^EFS Xfi cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to P^^=^==^^^^^^#^ 666 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, His praises tuned my tongue ; And when the evening shades prevailed, His love was all my song. 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, .And saw his glory shine ; And when 1 read his holy word, I called each promise mine. 4 But now, when evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns ; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail ; Oh, make my soul thy care ! I know thy mercy cannot fail ; Let me that mercy share. nEwt in. 667 1 On, that I knew the secret place, Where I might lind my God ! I'd spread my wants before his face, And pour my woes abroad. 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, Whal sorrows I sustain ; How grace decays, and comfort dies, And leaves my heart in pain. J He knows what arguments I'd take To wrestle with mv God : I'd plead for his own mercy's sake — I'd plead my Saviour's blood. Watts. 668 1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet A guilty rebel lies ; And upward to thy mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, [eyes Tears should from both my weeping In ceaseless torrents How. 3 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt ; [shed, No tears, but those which thou hast No blood, but thou hast spilt. Si 1 NNETT. 669 i Oh, could I lose myself in thee, Thou depth of mercy prove, — Thou vast, unfathomable sea Of unexhausted 1<>\ e. 2 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies: How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy inner eyes ? 3 I loathe myself when God I see, \ ml into nothing fall ; Content if thou exalted be. And Christ be all in all. c. Wesley. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION BALERMA. C. M. I, Come, trembling sin - ner, in whose breast A thou - sand thoughts re-volve — Z C iCUfcEf 4 £L pes =* i S^S^: w :S: ^ 3= Come, with j^our guilt and fear op-pressed, And make this last re - solve ; 3^£ ± £ _^ a @E§ £= 67O 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose ; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess ; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 5 "I can but perish if I go ; I am resolved to try : For if I stay away, I know I must forever die. 6 " But if I die with mercy sought, When I the King have tried, This were to die (delightful thought !) As sinner never died." Jones. 67 And are we wretches yet alive ? And do we yet rebel ? Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love, That bears us up from hell. Almighty goodness cries, " Forbear ! " And straight the thunder stays : And dare we now provoke his wrath And weary out his grace ? Lord, we have long abused thy love, Too long indulged our sin, Our aching hearts now bleed to see What rebels we have been. Watts. 672 i I see the crowd in Pilate's hall, And mark their wrathful mien ; Their shouts of "Crucify ! " appall, With blasphemies between. 2 I see the scourges tear his back, I see the piercing crown ; And of that crowd who smite and mock, I feel that I am one. 3 Around yon Cross a throng I see, Mocking the Sufferer's groan ; Yet still my voice it seems to be, As if I mocked alone. 4 'Twas I that shed the Saviour's blood, I nailed him to the tree, I crucified the Son of God, I joined the mockery. 5 Yet not the less that blood avails To wash av/ay my sin ; And not the less that Cross prevails To give me peace within. bonar. 262 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION, GRIGGS. C. M. J. Griggs. 1. How sad our state by na - ture is ! Our sin, how deep it stains §g P f iP £ t i 1 E£ F^:- ^5F P ^ #^§t Hi* g , r And Sa - tan binds our cap - tive minds Fast M#*^ his slav - ish chains, ■f= - if 673 2 But, hark ! a voice of sovereign love ! Tis Christ's inviting word — " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord." 3 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly ; Here let me wash my spotted soul From stains of deepest dye. 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Saviour and my all. Watts. 674 1 In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood, Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look : It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke: 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, \nd plunged me it] despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And helped to nail him there. 5 Alas ! I knew not what I did ! But now my tears are vain : Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? For I the Lord have slain ! 6 A second look he gave, which said, " I freely all forgive ; This blood is for thy ransom paid ; I die that thou may'st live." 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. Newton. 675 1 Forever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died ! 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 ! C. Wesi.cy. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. 263 ARNON. C. P. M. " Root & Sweetzer's Coll." 4 1 g jg I ^ * i^ j O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not I I have no ref - uge of my own, But fly to ^f^rH^r £=* First time. Second. s N^M=^ *EE& P zs== That casts it - self on thee : \_ {Omit ] ) ^ -m- And suf w £i^ fered ft once — m — for F^ ^ 676 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And his availing blood ; That righteousness my robe shall be, That merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. Then save me from eternal death, The spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send ; By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart — "Thy Maker is thy Friend." The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away : Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings, To everlasting day. Toplady. 677 No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone ; If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne ! No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy ; But oh ! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend ? Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies ! How make mine own election sure And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies, c. Wesley. 678 The mind was formed, to mount sublime Beyond the narrow bounds of time, To everlasting things ; But earthly vapors dim her sight, And hang, with cold oppressive weight, Upon her drooping wings. 1 Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies Invite my soul ; — oh ! could I rise, Nor leave a thought below, I'd bid farewell to anxious care, And say to every tempting snare, — Heaven calls and I must go ! Steele. 264 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. THATCHER. S. M ^4 Handel. m^m^^^sm ^m 1. Is this the kind re - turn ? Are these the thanks we owe? Thus W- W *^ m *fS 4 — F ff*- >, ; 1— ,— ^ , n ^^^^^=f^=4= M \-r-T--=® 3*= 5 -— « — «i — 1 to a - buse e - PC- . r ter - nal love, Whence ai! our _g ? — ^ — 4> bless - ings flow. 1 1* • i# y— -* 1 "-> r -k — y4f — b=^ 1 r_f r -f5 '-^ZZT 679 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind ! What strange, rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind ! 3 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ; TRUSTING. 7s. Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of And give us hearts of iiesh. [stone. Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. Watts. Wm. G. Fischer. I. I am com - ing to the cross ; =T^ mm I am poor, and weak, and blind ; IS f» - . •- m ■ r*- -f=- Cno. I am trust - ing, Lord, in thee, Dear Lamb of Cal - va - ry am count - ing all but dross; I shall thy sal - va - lion find. Hum-bly at thy cross I bow; Save me, Jc - sus, save me now. 680 2 Long my heart has sighed for thee ; Long 1 1 is evil reigned within ; Jesus sweetly speaks to me, I will cleanse you from all sin. — Cho. 3 Hen- I give my all to thee — Friends, and time, and earthly store ; Soul and body thine to be — Wholly thine— forever more. — Cho. 4 In the promises I trust ; Now I feel the blood applied I am prostrate in the dust ; I with Christ am crucified. — Cho. \V. Ml Dowai D. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION BOYLSTON. S. M. 265 L. Mason. m ^ m 1. Did Christ o'er sin - ners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? pup &1 VEB g: si ~j 9=^ -3g- f= 3=111=111=11 m d 3 S—> Let floods cf pen - i - ten - tial grief Burst forth from ev - ery eye. W. F^ ~i^~- ^EEff=^=£ !&' T^F -e:: 68l 2 The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see ; Be thou astonished, O my soul ; He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept that we might weep • Each sin demands a tear : In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Beddome. 682 1 And can I yet delay My little all to give ? — To tear my soul from earth away, And Jesus to receive ? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ! I can hold out no more : I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee Conqueror. 3 Though late, I all forsake ; My friends, my all, resign ; Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, And seal me ever thine. £ Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove : Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. C, Wesley. 683 i Unto thine altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring ; And wilt thou graciously accept Of such a worthless thing ? 2 To Christ, the bleeding Lamb, My faith directs her eyes ; Thou mayst reject that worthless thing, But not his sacrifice, 3 When he gave up his life, The law was satisfied ; And now to its most rigorous claims I answer, "Jesus died.' 684 1 Dm Jesus weep for me ? And sigh o'er sinners here ? My soul that weeping Saviour see, And shed thyself a tear. 2 Did Jesus pray for me ? For such a wand'rer care ? My heart subdued and broken be, And drawn to him in prayer. 3 Did Jesus die for me ? Oh, depth of love divine ! I die to sin — I'll live to thee ; O Saviour, make me thine ! S. D. Phelpe. Beddome. 266 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION, MARTYN. 7s. Double. S. B. Marsh. Fine. j Je - sus, lov - er of my soul, Let me to thy bo - som fly, ) ' j While the bil - lows near me roll, While the tern - pest still is high . J D.c. Safe in - to the ha - ven guide ; Oh, re-ceive my soul at last. Hide me, O my Sav - iour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; REFUGE. 7s. Double. DUET —A Ito and Base. [For other verses see opposite page .] J. P. HoLBKOOK. ^^^aJ^^L-^u -; I. Je - sus, lov - cr of my soul, Let me to thy bo - som fly. £=^=6= t—c c u i r=f=feg^ JL1_ C-^=£ ata: — f— =g g^sr^g^TTi^rjg^lpaig While the bil - lows near me roll, While the tern - pest still is high r * QUARTET. P=£l^£4 .i « =r=F-- *^F Hide mc. O my Sav-iour, hide, Till the storm of life is past m p llu r e mmmi > & i Safe in - to the ha - ven guide; Oh, rc-ccive my soul at last. [For other Tcrses see opposite page] PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. 267 Arr. by J. P. Holbrook. :1 STANLEY. 7s. Double. SOLI. — Soprano. i. Je - sus, lov - er of my soul, Let me to thy bo-som fly, ^V At- 3 ^ W l ^^^^^^^Efe^^^ :^;:: ^ ^g:: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe in - to the ,>. J J. ,hJJ J H &- *£-4- £=£ B=^= J^ ^ ha - ven guide ; Oh, re-ceive my soul at last, Oh, re-ceive my soul at last. ^=F==f ^^fe|M *=» Eten 685 2 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me : All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is thy name ; I am all unrighteousness : False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within : Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee ; Spring thou up within my heart ; Rise to all eternity. c. Wesley. 268 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION f EVEN ME. Ss, 7s & 3s. Wm, B. Bradbury. SB=3 m z^rin^^ ( Lord, I hear of show'rs of bless- ing, Thou art scat-t'ring, full and free j Show'rs, the thirst-y land re -fresh- ing ; Let some droppings fall on me nn i •L ■& *- — i £ g f p^m. fetfM^d eh±S=3: £S E - \ me, E - ven me, i Let some drop - pings fall feiE r 686 2 Pass me not, O God, our Father ! Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping — Witnesser of Jesus' merit ! Speak some word of power to me — Even me. Let thy mercy light on me ! — Even me. 3 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour ! Let me live and cling to thee ; For I'm longing for thy favor ; Whilst thou art calling, oh ! call me — Even me. 4 Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit ! Thou can'st make the blind to see ; Long been slighting, grieving thee ? Has the world my heart been keeping? Oh ! forgive, and rescue me ! — Even me. Love of God — so pure and changeless ; Blood of Christ — so rich, so free ; Grace of God — so strong and boundless, Magnify it all in me ! — Even me. Mrs. E. Conder. 1. Fa - ther, I stretch my hands to thee; Cho. — I do be-lieve, I now be-lieve No That £2. oth - er help I Je - sus died for know : If thou with-draw thy - self from me, And through his blood, his pre-cious blood, Ah, whtth-er shall I shall from sin 2 ^ 1 be go? free. 6S7 ; What did thine only Son endure Before I drew my breath ! What pain, what labor, to Sd lire My soul from endless death? 3 Author of faith, to thee 1 lift My weary, longing eyes ; ( )h, may 1 now receive th it gift ; My soul, without it, dies. c. weslev. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION BENEVENTO. 7s. Double. 269 Webb. ?EEg= w^^miw^^m^ -ML 1 — *^. When, re - pent - ant, to the skies D. s. Bend - ing from thy throne on high, i *V --S: £- -M i r Scarce we lift Hear thy peo r- -#—£- our stream-mg pie while they eyes cry! fe& r pirn # D.s. I 3 -S- 3E^Si Oh ! by all thy pain and woe, Suf - fered once for man be - low, Ff^Fr1! I: S^=Sr. 688 2 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears, By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness : By thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power ; Jesus, look with pitying eye ; Hear thy people while they cry. 1 By thine hour of dark despair, By thine agony of prayer, By thy purple robe of scorn, By thy wounds — thy crown of thorn ; By thy cross — thy pangs and cries ; By thy perfect sacrifice ; Jesus, look with pitying eye ; Hear thy people while they cry. R. Gnant. JESUS, TO THEE I COME. J. E. Gould. ^^^s=^mmmimm^mi^ j- 1. Je-sus, I come — I come to-night; Re-store to me my blinded sight ; And in my -•r -f- -r~ .i51' -r -fg— n-g- soul. " let there be li^ht !" le-sus, to thee — = 1* ■ J — J — 1^-.. -r ~r -f- g I come ! Je-sus, to thee I come ! 689 2 Jesus, I come — I cannot stay From thee another precious day ; I would thy word this night obey — Jesus, to thee I come ! 13 3 Jesus, I come — "just as I am," To thee, the holy, spotless Lamb ; Thou wilt receive me as I am — Jesus, to thee I come ! 2/0 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION MOUNT CALVARY. 7s. 6 lines. Theme by Rosenmuller. S^ & ■J=± ^EEESl i 1 On - ly on thy love de - pend, Thou who art the sin - ner's Friend, :*= ■£ -£. feE£ -<= =S= =s^ ' 5 -fS>- ^m m m =f=m-- efc Thou, the sin - ner's on - ly plea, m ^=^ -s sus, Sav - iour, pit - y me ! £§= ^: ^ f s 69O From thy flock a straying lamb, Tender Shepherd, though I am, Now upon the mountain cold, Lost, I long to gain the fold, And within thine arms to be ; Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! Oh, where stillest streams are poured, In green pastures, lead me, Lord ! Bring me back, where angels sound Joy to the poor wanderer found ; Evermore my Shepherd be j Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! 69I 1 1 1 1. art of stone, relent, relent ! break, by Jesus' cross subdued ! See his body mangled, rent, Covered with a gore of blood ; Sinful soul, what hast thou done ? Crucified the Incarnate Son ! Yes, thy sins have done the deed. Driven the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head. Pierced him with the cruel spear. Made his soul a sacrifice, While for sinful man he dies ! Wilt thou let him bleed in vain ? Still to death thy Lord pursue? ( )pen all his wounds again, And the shameful cross renew? No ; with all my sins I'll part ; Break, oh break, my bleeding heart I C. Wesley. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION TOPLADY. 7s. 6 lines. 271 T. Hastings. 1. Rock of A - ges, cleft for me, Let me hide my - self in thee , D.c. Be of sin the dou - ble cure ; Cleanse me from its guilt and power. m f^=M=t- ^3^ fet Mm ^=^t^, D.C. ma w Let the vva - ^ 1 t?=:£= ter and the blood, -9- k &- From thy riv - fMfe*=P=£ en side which flowed. g, £ % 69: 2 Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil thy laws demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment-throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, . Let me hide myself in thee, toplady. 693 1 Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne ; View him bleeding on the tree, Pouring out his life for thee ; There thy every sin he bore, Weeping soul, lament no more. All thy crimes on him were laid ; See upon his blameless head Wrath its utmost vengeance pours, Due to my offence and yours ; Weary sinner, keep thine eyes On the atoning sacrifice. Cast thy guilty soul on him, Find him mighty to redeem ; At his feet thy burden lay, Look thy doubts and fears away ; Now by faith the Son embrace, Plead his promise, trust his grace. Lord, thy arm must be revealed, Ere I can by faith be healed ; Since I scarce can look to thee, Cast a gracious eye on me ; At thy feet myself I lay, Shine, oh shine my sins away. Toplady. 2J2 PENITENCE AND SEYMOUR. 7s. CON SECRATION. A rranged from Weber. i. God of mer - cy ! God of love ! 0 , r -r- . &» ■£. ji^ Hear our sad, re - pent - ant song ; gig, f if f iT_fc4U4=££ £ -e Sor - row dwells on ev - ery face, Pen - i - tence on ev - ery tongue. !ft-E— P- rHhf p ip pl=B 694. 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent ; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent ; 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain ; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain ; 4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame we own ; Humbled at thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy ! God of grace ! Hear our sad, repentant songs ; Oh, restore thy suppliant race, Thou to whom all praise belongs ! J. Taylor. 1 Does the Gospel word proclaim Rest for those that weary be ? Then, my soul, put in thy claim — Sure that promise speaks to thee ! 2 Marks of grace I cannot show, All polluted is my best ; But I weary am, I know, And the weary long for rest. t, Burdened with a load of sin, Harassed with tormenting doubt, Hourly conflicts from within, I [ourly 1 rosses horn without ; — 4 All my little strength is gone, Sink I must without supply ; Sure upon the earth is none Can more weary be than I. 5 In the ark the weary dove Found a welcome resting-place ; Thus my spirit longs to prove Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace. 6 Tempest-tossed I long have been, And the flood increases fast ; Open, Lord, and take me in, Till the storm be overpast ! 696 Newton. 1 Gently, gently, lay the rod On my sinful head, O God ! Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, Lest I sink beneath its sway. 2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak ; Heal me, for thy grace I seek ; This my only plea 1 make, — Heal me for thy mercy's sake. 3 Who, within the silent grave, Shall proclaim thy power to save? Lord ! my sinking soul reprieve ; Speak, and I shall rise and live. 4 Lo ! he comes — he heeds my plea: Lo! he comes — the shadows llee ; Glory round me dawns once more ; Rise, my spirit ! and adore. lvtr. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION PENITENCE. 7s. 6s & 8s. 273 Oakley. i. Je - sus, let thy pity - ing eye Call back a wan - dering sheep m False to thee, like Pe - ter, I Would fain like Pe ■ D.s. Turn, and look up - on me, Lord ! And break my heart ter weep ! of stone. ^^ m^m ma m^4 ^m ^ D.S. I ■ l l — r- Let me be by grace res-tored, On me J . J* be all long-suf-fering shown, ^^M -& m^ m EEE ^ 697 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart : Give what I have long implored, A portion of thy grief unknown ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! And break my heart of stone. For thine own compassion's sake, The gracious wonder show ; Cast my sins behind thy back, And wash me white as snow : If thy mercies now are stirred, If now I do myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! And break my heart of stone. C. Wesley. 698 Vain, delusive world, adieu, With all of creature good ! Only Jesus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood : All thy pleasures I forego ; I trample on thy wealth and pride ; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. Other knowledge I disdain ; 'Tis all but vanity : Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, — He tasted death for me. Me to save from endless woe The sin-atoning Victim died : Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end ; This is all my happiness, On Jesus to depend ; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his faith abide ; Only Jesus will I know, And JeSUS Crucified. c. Wesley. 274 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. RATHBUN. 8s & 7s. J. CONKEY. •j ~ ~- ~ * rj i. Lord, I know thy grace is nigh me, Though thy-self I can- not see; f-f-rf^ fe£ 4=rt r- f r 'r fs ^ i 53E P^P§ :•-= Je - sus, Mas - ter, pass not by me ; Son of Da - vid, pit - y me. 4^ ♦ #■ * *» fejEE^ ^Nnfs^ sat 699 j While I sit in weary blindness, Longing for the blessed light, Many taste thy loving-kindness ; "Lord, I would receive my sight." 3 I would see thee and adore thee, And thy word the power can give ; Hear the sightless soul implore thee ; Let me see thy face and live. 4 Ah ! what touch is this that thrills me? What this burst of strange delight ? Lo, the rapturous vision fills me ! This is Jesus ! this is sight ! 5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! Let me follow in the way ; I will teach the blind to find him Who can turn their night to day. Ganse. DEPTH OF MERCY. 7s. Chorus. t j Depth of mer-cy ! can there be Mer-cy still re-served for me ? ) I Can my God Ms wrath for-bear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? | God is love ! I J2.J4 ■* £J_A mow, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still ; Je - cua wqeps ; he weeps, and loves me still. f- -f- -p- -f- ^ -f- ' -m- -|» -p- . ' , M- .p- J3--P- ^" PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION 275 JOO 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face ■ Would not hearken to his calls ; Grieved him by a thousand fails. God is love, etc. 3 Now incline me to repent ; Let me now my sins lament ; Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more. God is love, etc. 4 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare • Cries, " How shall I give thee up ? " Lets the lifted thunder drop. God is love, etc. 5 There for me the Saviour stands, Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands ; God is love ! I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still. God is love, etc. c. Wesley. NOTHING BUT LEAVES. S. J. Vail. S 1. Nothing but leaves ! the spir- it grieves O - ver a wast-ed life; O'er *m tff^m^mM 4e& — 11 r 3^T ^^ sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and prom-is - es un-kept, And iff iff: i m^ ff £ I K ^EE£E ^T^^P^P^ 3=^ T-g.^^T^1 !=£==£ reap from years of strife — Nothing but leaves, Nothing but leaves. f ff f ^^P^P ^ 70I 2 Nothing but leaves ! no gathered sheaves Of life's fair ripening grain ; We sow our seeds, lo ! tares and weeds, Words, idle words for earnest deeds, We reap with toil and pain — Nothing but leaves. 3 Nothingbut leaves! sad memory weaves No veil to hide the past ; And as we trace our weary way, Counting each lost and misspent day, Sadly we find at last — Nothing but leaves. Ah ! who shall thus the Master meet, Bearing but withered, leaves ? Ah ! who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful judgment-seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothingr but leaves ? 276 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. GO, AND TELL JESUS. T. F. Seward. By perviission. i. Go, and tell Jc - sus, wea-ry, sin-sick soul, He'll ease thee of thy burd-en, ^=*=^ -g- U U — fr k I — =1= 5=1- i Pi -■3 - S fr~ jiP-« — *- -J — £- g.-S- » * make thee whole ; Look up to him, he on-lv can forgive, Be-lieve on him, and thou shalt sure-Iy live. Go, and tell Je - sus, he on- ly can for-give; §§^=B=Mk^ -*: £: * 5* t* ,s "^ EkE^^EE Go, and tell Jc - sus, oh, turn to him and live * * ^ * ^ ^ £ _-£_*- > Go, and tell Je - sus ; ^&-b ba ta- E^M ~M— k i# k i* — k- p=t ^^a #— #- P^f mmm i — -s t % Go, and tell Jc - suo ; Go, and tell Je - sus, he on-lv can for-give. /02 2 Go, and tell Jesus, when your sins arise Like mountains of deep guilt before your eyes: 1 1 is blood was spilt, his precious life he gave, That mercy, peace and pardon you might have. 3 Go, and tell Jesus, he'll dispel thy fears, Will calm thy doubts, and wipe away thy tears; He'll take thee in his arm, and on his breast Thou mayst be happy, and for ever rest. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION GANGES. C. P. M. 277 Chandler. I. A -waked by Si - nai's aw - ful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found. # 5± i ^^ m =^ ^ =^ m And knew not where to £=m^ go; One sol - emn truth in-creased my pain r 1 0 0 »■ fii -t1 — * PTTT^ ^ £E^ j^-^n^F^pM ^E, ^ g I The "sin - ner " must be born a - gain," Or sink to end - less woe. -g— : 3^ ^-C-t£ i |=E=E # P 703 2 I heard the law its thunders roll, While guilt lay heavy on my soul — A vast oppressive load ; All creature-aid I saw was vain ; The sinner " must be born again," Or drink the wrath of God. 3 The saints I heard with rapture tell — How Jesus conquered death and hell To bring salvation near ; Yet still I found this truth remain- - The sinner " must be born again," Or sink in deep despair. 4 But while I thus in anguish lay, The bleeding Saviour passed that way, My bondage to remove ; The sinner, once by justice slain, Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love, ockum. 1 Lord, thou hast won — at length I yield; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee : Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against thy love ? — Love conquers even me. Yes, since thou hast thy love revealed, And shown my soul a pardon sealed, I can resist no more ; Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed ? Canst thou for such a rebel plead ? I wonder and adore ! If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been ; But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, And now, I hate my sin. Now, Lord, I would be thine alone — Come, take possession of thine own, For thou hast set me free ; Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers in waiting stand, To be employed by thee. Newtom 278 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. ELLESDIE. 8s & 7s. A rr. by J. P. Kolbrook. 1. Je ^^ sus, I my cross have tak - en, ^^ All to leave, and fol - low thee ; fe^EE =£=£ s i^ P : Ff *alj J ^ Nak D.s. Yet - ed, poor, how rich des-pised, for - sak - en, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ! is my con - di - tion, God and heaven are still my own ! JE^Efe T ^ ■=£= |*g*— |- = ^^ P f=j i~Thj «=* ^^f^ Z>.5. ^ Per - ish, ev - ery fond am - bi - tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, *!" t£i_£j£i=£ ' i^^^^e 705 2 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 ; Oh ! while thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disowi me, Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, "J will but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring m2 sweeter rest ! Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me ; Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee (', 1 then, earthly fame and treasure ' ( lome disaster, SCOrn, and pain ! In thy servit e pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain. 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. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee ; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory. Armed by faith, and winged by prayer! Heaven's eternal day 's before thee ; God's own hand shall guide thee there : Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition. Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Lyte. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. UXBRIDGE. L. M. 279 L. Mason. -&- S>- -G>- I. I send the joys of earth a - way A - way ! ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceit - ful sea And emp-iy as the wiiiS- tling wind ! ft- ~ 706 2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair ; And while I listened to your song, Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 3 Lord ! I adore thy matchless grace, Which warned me of that dark abyss, Which drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. 4 Now to the shining realms above I streach my hands and glance my eyes ; Oh for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies ! Watts. 707 i No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done ; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my loss ; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; Oh, may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. Watts. 708 i Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone — He, whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue, 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 had sought, And mourned because I found it not ; My grief, my burden, long have been Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against their power, I sinned and stumbled but the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul, for I'm the Way !" 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am : Nothing but sin I thee can give ; Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 I'll tell to all poor sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, " Behold the way to God !" Cennick. 2 SO PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION CONSECRATION. ' = — -—■< 1 — — >> 1 1 — 7s & 6s. , 1 M ' . L. Heartsough. By permission. LWr* i. Oh, ^ If: 9 =f =#=1 vho'll stand up for JT'TT r | Je - sus, — 3 j*-, * The low - ly Naz - 1 « . c : e t f— a - m- rene? -^— 1 H [=^-] H ^ — i 1 — ' i — i — — r ■ ^i £ r H ' =i=l And raise All hail ! insii the blood-stained ban - ner, re- proach or sor - row, ^e — * — e- mid i^ the hosts of sin ? sus leads me there. CHORUS. i — — I — — 1 1 i s_ h- 1 — 1 — 1 = The Cross for Christ I'll r c r- chcr - ish, -r ■&. — i 1 J-f-=g-^- Its cru - -f- ci - ■m- — * — fix m - ion — c— H • 1- bear ; r^ i -1 i i — hM^= ■"— i — JL * — * 1 =N • "- 709 2 Oh who will follow Jesus, Amid reproach and shame ? Where others shrink and falter, Who'll glory in his name ? 3 My all to Christ I've given, My talents, time and voice, Myself, my reputation, The lone way is my choice. 4 O Jesus, precious Saviour, My all-sufficient Friend ! Come, fold me to thy bosom, E'en to the journey's end. Hartsough. 7 10 1 Ashamed to be a Christian, Afraid the world should know I'm on the way to Zion, Where joys eternal flow ! Forbid it, blessed Saviour, Thai I should ever be Afraid the CFOSS to cherish, Or blush to follow thee. 2 Ashamed to be a Christian, Te love my God and King ! The fire of zeal is burning, My soul is on the wing. I want a faith made perfect, That all the world may see, I stand a living witness, Of mercy, rich and free. 711 * 1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And \\x my frail, inconstant heart ; Henceforth my chief desire shall be, To dedicate myself to thee. 2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall till my soul with joy ; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee. 3 Renouncing every worldly thing, And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be. That all I want I find in thee. J. 1". Obzemw * Tune — " MeHOB." PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. 2^)l ME ROE. L,. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. 9 t UU~IM=M & J JrV^. ^=g=T^g Ashamed of thee, whom an - gels praise, Whose glories shine thro' end - less days ! a m p\^h ■&—*-+-- a II '!* P Sure, the whole earth would love him too. Watts. 282 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION HAPPY DAY. L. M. CHORUS, ii ■ ( Oh, hap-py day that fixed my choice On thee, my Sav-iour and my God ! , / We. 1 may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its rap-tures all a- broad. ) Hap-py £*^ £$£ i§# $ m s ppfei mf^mm 5 day, Happy day, When Jesus wash'd my sins away ^ ^aSm^US^M j Fie taught me how to watch and pray, / And live re-joic - ing ever)7 day ; ) £^£ mm 715 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love ! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 Tis done ; the great transaction 's done ; I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; BRIGHT CROWN. C. M. He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ! Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; Here have I found a nobler part, Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. Doddridge. Wm. B. Bradbury. CHORUS. te=id=H^ j Ye val-iant sol-diers of the cross, Ye hap-py, pray-ing band, *' ( Though in this wcrld ye suf- fer loss, You'll reach fair Ca-naan's land ; \ Let us never mind the scoffs nor the frowns of the world, For we all have the cross to bear ; It will on-'ly make the crown the brighter to shine.When we have the crown to wear - -^fr*W 716 2 All earthly pleasures we'll forsake, When heaven appears in view, In fesus' strength we'll undertake To fight our passage through. Let us never mind the scoffs, etc. 3 Oh, what a glorious shout there'll be, When we arrive at home ! Our friends and Jesus we shall see, And God shall" say "Well done." Let US never mind the scoffs, etc PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION MAITLAND. C. M. 283 1. Must Je - sus bear the cross a - lone, And all the world go free ? ^=F^ :er: S t&g=3^^=&fZEj=t^ 1 No, there's a cross for ev - ery one, And there's a cross for me. 3EE£ S =£ pi > — b- 717 2 The consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free ; And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me. 3 How happy are the saints above, Who once went sorrowing here ! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. 4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet, Joyful I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat. 5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, Beneath heaven's arches high ; The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives, no more to die. 6 Oh, precious cross ! oh, glorious crown ! Oh, resurrection day ! Ye angels, from the stars flash down, And bear my soul away. Allen 718 1 The Saviour, by whose name I'm called, Will grant me strength within, To own his name before the world, And fight the fight with sin. 2 So will I sing, oh blessed be The Lord who is my Strength ! The weakest child who calls on thee, Shall overcome at length. 3 The swift may stumble in the race, The strong in battle fail ; But they who ever seek thy face, Shall in thy might prevail. 4 And oh, when on each brow shall shine Thy gift, a fadeless crown, What joy to own the glory thine, And lowly cast it down. 719 1 My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always thine ; That I from thee no more may stray, No more from thee decline. 2 Before the cross of him who died, Behold, I prostrate fall ; Let every sin be crucified, Let Christ be all in all. 3 May the clear blood, once shed for me, My blest atonement prove ; That I, from first to last, may be The purchase of thy love. 4 Let every thought and work and word To thee be ever given • Then life shall be thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven ! M. Brydges. ?84 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION. CHRISTMAS. CM. From Handel. ^m^^^m^^ * * $ ±%— uf- I. Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to ^^^^^^^^^^^^m mM ^ S g s ^SE 3^ r — own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? -^-r— U- m ^=S=n^ I Or blush to speak his name? h m £=* g : H- z 720 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord : I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. Watts. 721 1 Witness, ye men and angels now, Before the Lord we speak ; To him we make our solemn vow, A VOW we dare not break: 2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield ; Nor from his cause will we depart, Or ever quit the field. 3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely, That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply. 4 Oh, guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways ; And while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise. Beddome. 722 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his Avord, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — His name is all my trust ; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands. And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a plare. watts. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION 285 LEBANON. S. M. Double. ZUNDEL. I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be con - trolled : I did not love my Fa - ther's voice, I loved a - far to roam. -f- -**■ £=^ m f =jfg=jl^|pHNpi3 i^^4=^4^ D.S, was way -ward child, I did not love my home, ^ PP ^ 723 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child ; He followed me o^er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild : He found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; He bound me with the bands of love, He saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 'Twas he that loved my soul, 'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 'Twas he that made me whole- 'Twas he that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ,- 'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 'Tis he that still doth keep. 4 No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled, I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold : No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam ; I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home ! bonae. 19 24 I was a foe to God, I fought in Satan's host, I trifled all his grace away, Alas ! my soul was lost : Yet God forgets my sin ; His heart, with pity moved, He gives me, Son of God, to thee 5 Lo, thus our God hath loved ! Once, blind with sin and self, Along the treacherous way That ends in ruin at the last, I hastened far astray : Then God sent down his Son : For with a love most deep, Most undeserved, his heart still yearned O'er me, poor wandering sheep ! God with his life of love To me was far and strange ; My heart clung only to the world Of sight, and sense, and change : In thee, Immanuel, Are God and man made one ; In thee my heart hath peace with God, And union in the Son. 286 PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION BARTIMEUS. 8s & 7s. " Oth - ers by thy word are sav - ed, J gV-^-^SEJ^ife^ Now to me af - ford thine aid. s=w £ p^n Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. Now, methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around : " Friends, is not my case amazing ? What a Saviour I have found ! " Oh, that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me ! Surely they would hasten to him, He would cause them all to see." Newton. John ZuNDEL. 725 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he called the louder still ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live ; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let my eyes behold the clay !" WELCOME. 8s, 7s & 4s. First time. Sat *» l^^p^^^^pi^M^ \ Welcome.wclcome, dear Reclcemer.Welcome to this heart of mine , / r* \ Lord, I make a full sur - ren-der, [Omit ) Ev ery power and Wi r S F g^^j^jiig^^tsd^ thought be thine; Thine en- tire- lv, Thine en - tirc-lv, Through e-ter-nal a - ges, Thine. 726 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear; Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near — Shout, O Zion ! Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here I PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION WHITMAN. 7s. Double. 287 Peo - pie of the liv - ing God, Paths of sin and sor - row trod, I have sought the world around, \_ \Ornit ] j Peace and £ ^E? PE^Pf^ fff^FS^g ^ ^^ P ^^^^^^=t^4^t^m^^4=4 com -fort nowhere found : Now to you my spi - rit turns, Turns, a fu - gi-tive un. m^-^s-j,-^^^^^^=^-^^\^^^^—- g-g & mm^^m^^m^^r^mm s -=»- blest ; Brethren, where your al - tar burns, Oh re-ceive me in - to rest &? i^B=Jnr— J^^ g±E5g=E^=J^E^ *% 727 2 Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave ; Mine the God whom you adore, Your Redeemer shall be mine ; Earth can fill my heart no more, Every idol I resign. 3 Tell me not of gain or loss, Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power ; l Welcome poverty and cross, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour : " Follow me !" — I know the voice ; Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see ; Now I take thy yoke by choice, Light thy burden now to me. Montgomery. 728 1 Hark ! my soul ! it is the Lord ; Tis thy Saviour — hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, " Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? I delivered thee when bound, And when bleeding, healed thy wound : Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Can a woman's tender care Cease toward the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath — Free and faithful — strong as death. "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be ! Say, poor sinner ! lovest thou me ?" Lord ! it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee, and adore ; — Oh ! for grace to love thee more. COWPER. THE CHURCH. HINTON. lis. p4=^u^^^frh^^^m B^ I. O thou who in Jor - dan didst bow thy meek head, And whelmed in our m ftH ^^ I N^ ^ *£ S w 3F=^ -tf-ii 5=^ sor - row, didst sink to the dead, Then rose from the dark - ness to l|E £^i Cji^i: ^ P '-H 1 r 3=g= f==E^=Er*=f=f J 'j j id^^fefcjUp^^Lj^j^ glo - ry a - bove, And claimed for thy chos-en the king- dom of love. - r *. .(3. p=r~r cj^eh^J^e^LX^J^ 729 2 Thy footsteps we follow, to bow in the tide, And are buried with thee in the death thou hast died, Then wake with thy likeness to walk in the way That brightens and brightens to shadowless day. 3 O Jesus, our Saviour, O Jesus, our Lord ! By the life of thy passion, the grace of thy word, Accept us, redeem us, dwell ever within, To keep, by thy Spirit, our spirits from sin. 4 Till crowned with thy glory, and waving the palm, Our garments all white from the blood of the Lamb, We join the bright millions of saints gone before, And bless thee, and wonder, and praise evermore. Gko. W, Uetuiti6 288 BAPTISM, 289 WEBB, 7s & 6s G. J. Webb. I. A - round thy grave, Lord Je = sus, Thine emp - ty grave we stand. w^m fep£ £ m -s- With hearts all full of prais - es, To keep thy blest com- mand. D. s. Thro' death's dark, an - gry bil - lows, Up to the Throne a - bove. fe3*E m #^HH4H=H-tH D.S. ^m By faith our souls re - joic - ing, To trace thy path of love, p 730 2 Lord Jesus, we remember The travail of thy soul, When, in thy love's deep pity, The waves did o'er thee roll. Baptized in death's cold waters, For us thy blood was shed ; For us the Lord of Glory Was numbered with the dead. O Lord, thou now art risen, Thy travail all is o'er, For sin thou once hast suffered, Thou liv'st to die no more ; Sin, death and hell are vanquished By thee, thy church's Head ; And lo ! we share thy triumph, Thou First Born from the dead ! J. G. Deck. 73* i Descend, celestial Dove, And make thy presence known ; Reveal our Saviour's love, And seal us for thine own : Unblest by thee, our works are vain ; Nor can we e'er acceptance gain. 2 When our incarnate God, The sovereign Prince of light, Sing fo Lischer, pa^e 14. In Jordan's swelling flood Received the holy rite, In open view thy form came down, And, dove-like, flew the King to crown. 3 Continue still to shine, And fill us with thy fire : This ordinance is thine ; Do thou our souls inspire : Thou wilt attend on all thy sons : " Till time shall end," thy promise runs Fellows. 290 THE CHURCH BURIED WITH CHRIST. Gregorian Chant. s =f= ^ ? 1 — u Buried with Christ by | baptism * unto | death, — We rise in the | likeness of his | resur- | rection. If ye then be J risen with | Christ, Seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth at the hand of | God. For as many as have been baptized into Christ, have | put on | Christ. Therefore glorify God in your body, and in your | spirit, | which are | God's. Reckon ye yourselves to be dead in- | deed " unto | sin, — But alive unto God through | Jesus | Christ our | Lord. If we be dead with him, we shall also | live with | him ; If we suffer with him, we shall | also | reign with | him. Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose | sin is | covered. Blessed is the man to whom the Lord im- | puteth | not in- | iquity. rijrht- ELTHAM. 7s. Double. mm m Fine. Pl^z 9 3 J ( Christ, who came my soul to save, ' I Rose from out the crys - tal flood, D. c. Sav-iour, Pat - tern, Guide ior me, ;<3 -«=- m En-tered Jor - dan's yield Owned and sealed the Son I, like him, bap-tized ^TT^f - ing wave, [ of God, S would be. J- « -r r r r r Bv the heaven - de-scending Dove 732 2 In the Garden, o'er his soul Sorrow's whelming waves did roll ; Ah ! on Calvary's cruel tree, Jesus bowed in death for me. 1 with him am crucified : VII my hope is— he hath died : At his feet my place I take, B w the Cross for his dear sake. 3 In the new-made tomb he lay, Taking all its dread away ; Burst lie through its rock-bound door, Glorious now, and evermore. I with Christ would buried be In this rite required of me — Rising from the mystic flood, Living hence anew to God. s. D. Phelps. BAPTISM, 29I VESPER. 8s, 7s & 4s. BoRTNIANSkl. Lord, I'll take it, Lord, I'll take it, iH :5=p£ And, re - joic - ing, fol - 1<« thee. m 733. 2 While this liquid tomb surveying, Emblem of my Saviour's grave, Shall I shun its brink, betraying Feelings worthy of a slave ? No ! I'll enter : Jesus entered Jordan's wave. 3 Sweet the sign that thus reminds me, Saviour, of thy love for me • Sweeter still the love that binds me In its deathless bonds to thee : Oh what pleasure, Buried with my Lord to be ! 4 Should it rend some fond connection, Should I suffer shame or loss, Yet the fragrant, blest reflection, I have been where Jesus was, Will revive me When I faint beneath the cross. 5 Fellowship with him possessing, Let me die to all around, So I rise to enjoy the blessing, Kept for those in Jesus found, When the archangel - Wakes the sleepers under ground. 6 Then, baptized in love and glory, Lamb of God, thy praise I'll sing; Loudly, with the immortal story, All the harps of heaven shall ring : Saints and seraphs Sound it loud from every string. John E. Giles. 734- 1 Jesus, mighty King in Zion, Thou alone our Guide shall be : Thy commission we rely on ; We would follow none but thee. 2 As an emblem of thy passion, And thy victory o'er the grave, We' who know thy great salvation, Are baptized beneath the wave. 3 Fearless of the world's despising, We the ancient path pursue. Buried with our Lord, and rising To a life divinely new. John Fellows. 735 1 Lord, in humble, sweet submission, Here we meet to follow thee : Trusting in thy great salvation, Which alone can make us free. 2 Nought have we to claim as merit ; All the duties we can do Can no crown of life inherit : All the praise to thee is due. 3 Yet we come in Christian duty, Down beneath the wave to go ; Oh the bliss ! the heavenly beauty ! Christ the Lord was buried so. Robert T. Daniel. 292 THE CHURCH. DARLEY. L. M 1. Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb.Who loved our race ere time be-gan ! Who veiled his * fr fr * f f- f ,f- „ pMag*#£giilHfrHl^ : Godhead in our clay, And in an humble manger la}-, And in an humble manger lay. J5 m ff f §^£ 1 — I- g^d f^F 736 2 To Jordan's stream the Spirit led, To mark the path his saints should tread ; Joyful they trace the sacred way, To see the place where Jesus lay. 3 Immersed by John in Jordan's wave, The Saviour left his watery grave ; Heaven owned the deed, approved the way, And blessed the place where Jesus lay. 4 Come, all who love his precious name, Come, tread his steps and learn of him : Happy beyond expression they, Who find the place where Jesus lay. Baldwin. 737 1 Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, On these baptismal waters shine, And teach our hearts, in highest strain, To praise the Lamb, for sinners slain. 2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, And joyfully embrace thy cause; We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, ( ) 1 amb of God, for sinners slain. 3 We sink beneath thy mystic llood ; Oh, bathe us in thy cleansing blood! We die to sin, and seek a grave, With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 4 And as we rise, with thee to live, Oh, let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The breath of life, the fire of love ! JUDSON. 738 i Great God, we in thy courts appear, With humble joy and holy fear, Thy wise injunctions to obey ; Let saints and angels hail the day ! 2 Great things, O everlasting Son, Great things for us thy grace hath done, Constrain'd by thy almighty love, Our willing feet to meet thee move. 3 In thy assembly here we stand, Obedient to thy great command ; The sacred flood is full in view, And thy sweet voice invites us through. 4 The Word, the Spirit, and the Bride, Must not in\ ite and be denied ; Was not the Lord, who came to save, Interr'd in such a liquid grave? 5 Tims we, dear Saviour, own thy name, Receive us rising from the stream ; Thin to thy table let ns come, And dwell in Zion as our home. Fellows, BAPTISM, -93 EUCHARIST. L. M. I. B. Woodbury. i. Our Saviour bowed be-neath the wave, And meek - ly sought a wa - tery grave ; Come, see the sa - cred path he trod — A path well-pleas - ing to our God. .£2. ■_ -0L -f=L jS. .|=2. • J. J2 ; .0>. JtL fe£ ^ ? 739 2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, And hither come to seek his face, To do his will, to feel his love, And join Our songs with those above. 3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine ! Let endless glories round him shine ; High o'er the heavens forever reign, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain. JUDSON. 740 i O Father, Lord of earth and heaven, O Son incarnate, Christ our King, O Spirit for our guidance given, Hear and accept the vow we bring ! 2 Thy gospel now we would obey ; We follow, and thy hand shall guide ; We seek thro' Jordan's wave the way That leads thy loved ones to thy side. 3 With faith upon thy name we come, The Spirit's cleansing power confess : Bend, Saviour, from thy heavenly home, And seal the covenant of thy grace ! 4 Thy bright example marks our way To thy immersion — wondrous sign ! We come, O Lord, and humbly pray, That we may be forever thine. T. W. WlLLMARTH. 74-1 1 Blest Saviour, we thy will obey : Not of constraint, but with delight, Thy servants hither come to-day, To honor thine appointed rite. 2 Descend, descend, celestial Dove, On these dear followers of the Lord ; Exalted Head of all the church, Thy promised aid to them afford. 3 Let faith, assisted now by signs, The wonders of thy love explore ; And, washed in thy redeeming blood, Let them depart, and sin no more. Beddome. 742 1 How blest the hour when first we gave Our guilty souls to thee, O God ; A cheerful sacrifice of love, Bought with the Saviour's precious blood. 2 How blest the vow we here record ! How blest the grace we now receive ! Buried in baptism with our Lord, New lives of holiness to live. 3 How blest the solemn rite that seals Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven j— How blest the emblem that reveals God reconciled, and peace with heaven. 4 Thus through the emblematic grave The glorious, suffering Saviour trod ; Thou art our pattern, through the wave We -follow thee, blest Son of God. S. F. Smith. 294 THE CHURCH M'COSKRY. C. M. W. NORRIS. 9* ^^J4^^4-H--^^l ^ ^ i. In all my Lord's ap - point - ed ways My jour-ney I'll pur - sue ; " Hin- fe4 F * ^ f^-Erf £ '-_ j^J j|J_J_fJi^^^ ^Fj^-^gli ^ der me not," ye much-loved saints, For I must go with you ; " Hin-der me not," ye -• t r r j^=j^^^^^^^^ much-loved saints, For I must go with you, For inlii i=i I must go with you. £ f 743 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where he goes ; " Hinder me not," shall he my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. 3 Through duties, and through trials too, I'll go at his command ; " Hinder me not ;" for I am bound To my Inimanuel's land. 4 And, when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be, — "Hinder me not," come, welcome, I'll gladly go with thee. [death ; J. Ryland. 744 \ Buried beneath the yielding wave The great Redeemer lies ; Faith views him in the watery grave, And thence beholds him rise. ?. Thus do his willing saints, to-day, Their ardent zeal express, And in the Lord's appointed way, I-ulfill all righteousness. 3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, And would his cause maintain, — Like him be numbered with the dead, And with him rise and reign. Beddome. 745 i While in this sacred rite of thine, We yield our spirits now, Shine o'er the waters, Dove divine, And seal the cheerful vow. 2 All glory be to him whose life For ours was freely given, Who aids us in the spirit's strife, And makes us meet for heaven. 3 To thee we gladly now resign Our life and all our powers; Accept us in this rite divine, And bless these hallowed hours. 1 I >h, may we die to earth and sin, Beneath the mystic Hood ! And when we rise, may we begin To live anew for God. s F. Smith BAPTISM. 295 BOARDMAN. C. M. " Templi Carmina." £££ ggg 1. Dear Lord, and will thy pardoning love Em -brace a wretch so vile? s* g f^r r $2: fct *i ^ppp ^^E ^ P fr^f Wilt thou my load of guilt re- move, And bless me with thy smile ? ipWpl £ 1 f=r 746 2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, And all its shame despised ? And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, With thee to be baptized ? 3 Didst thou the great example lead, In Jordan's swelling flood ? And shall my pride disdain the deed That's worthy of my God ? 4 O Lord, the ardor of thy love Reproves my cold delays ; And now my willing footsteps move In thy delightful Ways. Fellows. 1M 1 To Jordan's stream the Saviour goes. To do his Father's will ; His breast with sacred ardor glows, Each precept to fulfill. 2 Behold him buried in the flood, The emblem of his grave, Who, from the bosom of his God, Came down a world to save. 3 As from the water he ascends, What miracles appear ! God, with a voice, his Son commends ! Let all the nations hear. 4 Hear it, ye Christians, and rejoice ; Let this your courage raise ; What God approves,bethis your choice, And glory in his ways. s. Deacon. 7+8 i 'Tis God the Father we adore In this baptismal sign ; 'Tis he whose voice on Jordan's shore Proclaimed the Son divine. 2 The Father owned him ; let our breath In answering praise ascend, As in the image of his death We own our heavenly Friend. 3 We seek the consecrated grave Along the path he trod : Receive us in the hallowed wave, Thou holy Son of God. 4 Let earth and heaven our zeal record, And future witness bear That we to Zion's mighty Lord Our full allegiance swear. Saffery. 749 1 O Lord, we in thy footsteps tread, With joy thy cause maintain ; Like Jesus numbered with the dead, ( Like him we rise and reign. 2 Down to the hallowed grave we go, Obedient to thy word ; 'Tis thus the world around shall know We're buried with the Lord. 3 'Tis thus we bid its pomps adieu, And boldly venture in : Oh, may we rise to live anew, And only die to sin ! eng Bap. Coll. Tuckei: II" I ,1 i. How calmly wakes the hallowed morn ! Ilow tranquil earth's repose ! — Meet emblem EST A i -^ ?z: ^ F 3= &- 5S the Sab-bath morn, When, early, : sus rose, When, early, e- ^l-s. & S ps 750 2 How fair, along the rippling wave, The radiant light is cast ! — A symbol of the mystic grave Through which the Saviour passed. 3 Around this scene of sacred love The peace of heaven is shed : So came the Spirit, like a dove, To rest on Jesus' head. 4 Lord, meet us in this path of thine; We come thy rite to seal ; Move o'er the waters, Dove divine, And all thy grace reveal, s. F. Smith. 751 1 Meekly in Jordan's holy stream The great Redeemer bowed ; Bright was the glory's sacred beam That hushed the wondering crowd. 2 Thus God descended to approve The died that Christ had done ; Thus came the emblematic Dove, And hovered o'er the Son. 3 So, blessed Spirit, come to-day To our baptismal scene ; Lei thoughts of earth be far away, And ever)' mind serene. 4 This day we give to holy joy ; This day to heaven belongs ; Raised to new life, we will employ In melody our tongues. s. F. Smith. 752 1 Almighty Saviour, here we stand, Ranged by the water side ; Hither we come at thy command, To wait upon thy bride. 2 Thy footsteps marked this humble way For all that love thy cause ; Lord, thy example we obey, And glory in the cross. 3 Our dearest Lord, we'll follow thee, Where'er thou lead'st the way, Through floods, through flames, through death's dark vale, To realms of endless day. 753 1 Constrained by love, we lollow where Our Saviour leads the way ; His blest example is our law, — That law we love t' obey. 2 He as our pattern bowed his head In Jordan's yielding wave, We, in his footsteps, joy fill tread, We seek his liquid grave. ; Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, Thy grace to us be given : To a new life our souls incline, A life for God, and heaven. S. F. Smith. BAPTISM, 297 BROWN. C. M. W11. B. Bradbury i. With Christ we share a mys K Pmm^ tic grave ; With Christ we 4t bur - iecl lie & km *&k±U-L±M ^m 2S= ^ But g tis not in the dark - some cave By mourn- ful Cal - va - ry. =r Sr ^^ m 751 2 The pure and bright baptismal flood — The type of cleansing plain ; New creatures, from the yielding wave With Christ we rise again. 3 Thrice blest, if, thro' this world of sin, And lust, and selfish care, Our resurrection-mantle white And undefiled we wear. 4 Thrice blest, if, thro' the gate of death, Glorious at last and free, We to our joyful rising pass, O Risen Lord, with thee. ' J. M. Neale. 755 1 We long to move and breathe in thee, Inspired with thine own breath, To live thy life, O Lord, and be Baptized into thy death. 2 Thy death to sin we die below, But we shall rise in love ; We here are planted in thy woe, But we shall bloom above. 3 Above we shall thy glory share, As we thy cross have borne ; E'en we shall crowns of honor wear When we the thorns have worn. 4 Thy crown of thorns is all our boast, While now we fall before The Father, Son, and Holy Gnosr, And tremble, love, adoie. 756 1 Lord, I am thine, and in thy aid I place my firmest trust : How large the price thy love has paid For vile, polluted dust ! 2 In thine assembly now I stand ; My vows to thee I bring, Obedient to thy great command, My Saviour and my King. 3 I stand before the sacred flood ; Thy gracious words invite : How poor an offering, O my God, I make thee in this rite ! 4 Thine ordinance, great Saviour, bless. Support me all my duvs ; May I each gospe'i truth confess, And walk in all thy ways. 757 1 Welcome, G Saviour ! to my heart , Possess thine humble throne ; Bid every rival hence depart, And claim me for thine own. 2. The world and Satan I forsake — To thee, I all resign ; My longing heart, O Jesus ! take> And fill with love divine. 3 Oh ! may I never turn aside, Nor from thy bosom flee ; Let nothing here my heart divide — I give it all tO thee. H. Bourne. 298 THE CHURCH, PURVES. S. M. G. KlNGSLEY. 1. Oh what, if we are Christ's, Is earth- ly shame or loss? Bright shall the -&>- -0- -0- ' -0 -0 -0- -jg- _ -f=2- fe££i£*fa^ m crown of glo - ry be, When we have borne the cross, When we have borne the cross. e^eeIe >L-| 0 ■ 0=£z 1 i:, fe^EE ^ 758 2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord ! may that grace be ours ; Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here ! 5 Enough, if thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath thy feet, Where saints and angels live ! 6 All glory, Lord, to thee, Whom heaven and earth adore; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God forevermore. Ukkky \V B.\K2R. 759 1 To sit at Jesus' feet And listen all the day To words of truth and grace, is sweet, But sweeter to obey. 2 'Tis excellent to know, But oh ! diviner still, To do what God enjoins, and so All righteousness fulfill. 3 The least of his commands In any wise to break, Is like the attempt of impious hands His very throne to shake. 4 Without defect or flaw, Fit, holy, just, and good, We may not change in aught his law, Nor would we if we could. 5 The time this rite was done To speak the Father seized ; — " Lo ! this is my Beloved Son In whom I am well pleased." 6 The buried Christ arose: So here, in figure plain, O'er our dead selves the waters close ; We die, but live again. a. Coles BAPTISM. 299 ADRIAN J. E. Gould. S§ m We love th' ex - am - pi our Head a ff^S» The glo - rious Lamb of J3- ?Pj J^ E 760 76 On thee, on thee alone, Our hope and faith rely, O thou who didst for sin atone, Who didst for sinners die. We trust thy sacrifice ; To thy dear cross we flee : Oh, may we die to sin, and rise To life and bliss in thee. S. F. Smith. Down to the sacred wave The Lord of life was led : And he who came our souls to save In Jordan bowed his head. He taught the solemn way ; He fixed the holy rite ; He bade his ransomed ones obey, And keep the path of light. Blest Saviour, we will tread In thy appointed way ; Let glory o'er these scenes be shed, And smile on us to-day. s. f. Smith. 9 762 Choose ye his cross to bear, Who bowed to Jordan's wave ? — Clad in his armor will ye dare In faith, a watery grave ? All hail ! ye blessed band, Shrink not to do his will : In deep humility, this work Of righteousness fulfill ; — Tread in his steps, — with prayer, Invoke his Spirit free, And as he burst the gates of death, So may your rising be. 763 L. H. SlGOURNEY. Here, Saviour, we do come, In thine appointed way ; Obedient to thy high commands, Our solemn vows we pay. Oh, bless this sacred rite, To bring us near to thee ! And may we find that as our day Our strength shall also be. Eng. Bap. Coll. 764- Saviour, thy law we love, Thy pure example bless, And, with a firm, unwavering zeal, Would in thy footsteps press. Not to the fiery pains By which the martyrs bled ; Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross, Our favored feet are led : But, at this peaceful tide, Assembled in thy fear, The homage of obedient hearts We humbly offer here. £. h. Sigourney. 300 THE CHURCH GRATITUDE. L. M. T. IIastincs. i. How blest the sa - cred tie that binds In i;n - ion sweet, ac - cord- ing minds ' -a dr±5: IfeS? 1 r 4 <—. 1 ■— i 1 •— 1 " s t- £=E^ % Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one ^ fM^-H- E^ = -h^ — t 4 Once more our welcome we repeat ; Receive assurance of our love ; Oh may we all together meet Around the throne of Gocl above ! Kelly. 767 1 Kindred in Christ ! for his dear sake A hearty welcome here receive ; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give. 2 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above ; Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When Christians meet together thus ; We only wish to speak of him, Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 4 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffered for us here below ; — The path he marked for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. 5 Thus, — as the moments pass away, — We'll love, and wonder, and adore, And hasten to the glorious day When we shall meet to part no more. Newton. 765 2 To each, the soul of each how dear ! What watchful love, what holy feai ! How doth the gen'rous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal woe ; Their ardent prayers together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire 'Midst nature's drooping, sick'ning fire: Soon shall they meet in realms above, A heaven of joy, a heaven of love. Mis. Barbauld. 766 1 Come in, thou blessed of our God, In Jesus' name we bid thee come ; No more thy feet shall roam abroad, Henceforth a brother,— welcome home. 2 Those joys which earth can not afford, We'll seek in fellowship to prove, Joined in one spirit to our Lord, Together bound by mutual love. 3 And while we pass this vale of tears, We'll make our joys and sorrows known ; We'll share each other's hopes and fears, And count a brother's cares our own. FELLOWSHIP, ARLINGTON. C. M. 301 Dr. Arne. 1. Our souls, by love to - geth - cr knit, mm Ce - ment-ed, mixed in H^ one ; ^ m m= m One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis heaven on earth be - gun. m £=rf -j. ^ r= 768 2 Our hearts have often burned within, And glowed with sacred fire, While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blessed, And filled the enlarged desire. 3 The little, cloud increases still, The heavens are big with rain ■ We haste to catch the teeming shower, And all its moisture drain. 4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows ! But pour a mighty flood ; Oh sweep the nations, shake the earth, 'Till all proclaim thee, God ! 5 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, And sett'st thy starry crown ; When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, Proclaimed by thee thine own : 6 May we, a little band of love, We, sinners saved by grace, From glory unto glory changed, Behold thee face to face ! miller. 769 Come, let us join our friends above, Who have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joy celestial rise. 20 Let saints below in concert sing With those to glory gone ; For all the servants of our King In heaven and earth are one. One family, we dwell in him ; One church above, beneath ; Though now divided by the stream — The narrow stream — of death. One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly : And we are to the margin come, And we expect to die. E'en now, by faith, we join our hands With those that went before, And greet the blood-besprinkled bands On the eternal shore. Oh ! that we now might grasp our Guide, Oh ! that the word were given ! Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, And land us all in heaven. C. Wesley. 302 THE CHURCH IDDO. C. M. -P3- -TH J III v. , n i — ; — I r«i I- I , I ■„ , i. i How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord ) I In one an - oth - er's peace de- light, And so ful - til his word : f 2.When J» 1 ■■ I —I 1 1 _^- ■■ I p f I i =S I IM — 1-1 i I i -l-tr i5E 3§g A41 ; • .-^p^^feB?^=id^ (p?^ each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; When sor-row flows from A tmm £ 770 3 When, free from envy, scorn and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love ! 4 Let love in one delightful stream Through every bosom flow, And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love. swain. 771 1 Happy the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone : Walking in all his ways, they find Their heaven on earth begun. 2 The church triumphant in thy love, — Their mighty joys we know : They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below. 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, And bow before thy throne : We in the kingdom of thy grace j — The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads ; From thence our spirits rise : And he that in thy statutes treads Shall meet thee in the skies. C. Wesley- 772 1 Hail, sweetest, clearest tie, that binds Our glowing hearts in one ; Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds To harmony divine. 2 What though the northern wint'ry blast Shall howl around our cot ; What though beneath an eastern sun Be cast our distant lot: 3 No lingering look, no parting sigh, Our future meeting knows ; There friendship beams from every eye, And love immortal glows. 4 () sacred hope! 0 blissful hope! Whirl) Jesus' grace has given — The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. Bottom FELLOWSHIP. 303 HEBER George Kingsley. jig±^^ij^=^q5£^^g We wel-come thee with warm ac- cord, Our friend, our broth - er, now. ^ jg=g: =J=t ^m. - ^=p in 2 The hand of fellowship, the heart Of love, we offer thee : Leaving the world, thou dost but part From lies and vanity. 3 Come with us, — we will do thee good, As God to us hath done ; Stand but in him, as those have stood Whose faith the victory won. 4 And when, by turns, we pass away, As star by star grows dim, May each, translated into day Be lost and found in him. Montgomery. 774 1 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine Didst love them to the end ; [own, Oh, still from thy celestial throne, Let gifts of love descend ! 2 The love the Father bears to thee, His owm eternal Son, Fill all thy saints, till all shall be In pure affection one. 3 One blessed fellowship of love, Thy living church should stand, Till, faultless, she at last above Shall shine at thy right hand. 4 Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride, With her dear Lord appears ! Then robed in beauty at his side, She shall forget her tears. Ray Palmer. 77S 1 Bless'd be the dear, uniting love, That will not let us part ; Our bodies may far off remove — We still are one in heart. 2 Joined in one Spirit to our head, Where he appoints, we go ; And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, And show his praise below. 3 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, The same in mind and heart — Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death, can part. 4 But let us hasten to the day Which shall our flesh restore, When death shall all be done away, And we shall part no more. 776 C. Wesley. Beneath the shadow of the Cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blessed word of Love. Oh, bond of union strong and deep ! Oh, bond of perfect peace ! Not e'en the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this. Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours ! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, And the sweet tasks of love. Longfellow. 3°4 THE CHURCH UNION. 8s. Old Melody. i ^ ^ is ^jjzLjzJ a M :* J*E I. From whence doth this un- ion a- rise, That ha - tred is con-quered by love? S3E3 r r c *= P-ut f np r^ i g^f^ — :3i 1 g — l1^ •» -- ' — - u. J- jt'i:'3L j. As na - ture and time can't re -move? r r That fast - ens our souls in such ties m pip p F I r^m\^nit^^^^^k in 2 It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a paradise lost ; It grows on Immanuel's ground, And Jesus' rich blood it did cost. 3 My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts are united in love : Where Jesus is gone we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. 4 Then why so unwilling to part, Since there we shall all meet again? Engraved on Immanuel's heart, At distance we cannot remain. Oh, when shall we see that bright day, And join with the angels above, Set free from these prisons of clay, United with Jesus in love ! With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glories shall see, And sing, Hallelujah ! amen ! Amen ! even so let it be. Dr. T. Baldwin. SAY, BROTHERS. I. Say, broth- ers, will you meet us, Cho. Glory, glo - ry, hal - le - lu - jah, Say, broth-ers, will you meet us, Glory, glo - ry, hal - le - lu_^ jah, — 1 =1 ^^^^^m P. C. /or Chorus, r I Say, broth-ers, will you meet us On G! >-ry, glo - ry, hal - le - lu - jah! For Ca - naan's hap - py shore ? ev - er, ev - er - more. 778 ?. By the grace of God we'll meet you, By the grace of God we'll meet you, By the grace of God we'll meet you, Where parting is no more. — Cho. 3 Jesus lives and reigns for ever, Jesus lives and reigns for ever, Jesus lives and reigns for ever, On Canaan's happy shore. — Cho. FELLOWSHIP. 305 BOYLSTON. S. M. L. MASor. f llii m ^=r S> "- The fel - low - ship of kin-dred minds Is like to that a - bove. wm tzj± # 9 779 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be free, And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. Fawcett. 780 And are we yet alive To see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For his redeeming grace. What troubles have we seen ! What conflicts have we past ! Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last ! 3 But out of all, the Lord Hath brought us by his love ; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above. 4 Then let us make our boast Of his redeeming power, Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more. 5 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain ; And gladly reckon all things loss, So we may Jesus gain.. c. Wesley. 78 Once more before we part, Oh, bless the Saviour's name ! Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. Lord, in thy grace we came, That blessing still impart ; We meet in Jesus' sacred name, In Jesus' name we part. Still on thy holy word We'll live, and feed, and grow, And still go on to know the Lord, And practise what we know. Now, Lord, before we part, Help us to bless thy name ; Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. Hart ;o6 THE CHURCH WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN. 1 Spiritual Songs." p^P 3^=jF^^ *=gr ^=? I. When shall we meet a - gain, Meet ne'er to sev-er? -ta ts 1 P *■ s When will peace wm m =\XZ wreathe her chain Round us for ev - er? Our hearts will ne'er re- pose, Safe ■ft :£ -£ **£ -^^--e* :££::*!:£:£::£:,. # ^#f £ >—T*- S^^ >— W- ^^Ll-iUiJ^^^BFftf^ from each blast that blows, In this dark vale of woes, Nev-er — no, nev-er ! ^P^ldf^ppiifif ±fc 782 When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever ? When will peace wreathe her chain Round us forever? Our hearts will ne'er repose, Safe from each blast that blows, In this dark vale of woes, Never — no, never ! When shall love freely flow Pure as life's river? When shall sweet friendship glow Changeless forever? Where the joys celestial thrill, Where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill Never —no, never ! 3 Up to that world of light Take us, dear Saviour ; May we all there unite, Happy forever; Where kindred spirits dwell, There may our music swell, And time our joys dispel Never — no, never ! 4 Soon shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever ; Soon shall peace wreathe her chain Round us forever ; Our hearts will then repose Secure from worldly woes ; Our songs of praise shall close Never, — no, never! Alaric A. Watts. THE LORD'S SUPPER, WINDHAM. L. M. 307 Read. EE 3= S mm n*- 1. 'Twas on that dark, that dole-ful night, g^=p When powers of earth and hell a - rose w m ^m=i=^T^^m^^^=^^^^ A -gainst the Son of God's de-light ®E « s: And friends betrayed him to his foes. sH-^rr ^M ^ 783 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and blessed, and brake ; What love through all his actions ran ! What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 "This is my body, broke for sin ) Receive and eat the living food ;" Then took the cup, and blessed the wine ; '"Tis the new covenant in my blood." WILMOT. 7s. 4 " Do this," he cried, " till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate ; We show thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. Watts. Arranged by L. Mason. i. Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, f## ?- 1 1 For thy flesh is meat in - deed ; ^m i=: t*= Ev - er let our souls b P""» With this true and liv - ing bread ! 2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice ■ Lord, thy wounds our healing give, To thy cross we look and live. Day by day, with strength supplied Through the life of him who died, Lord of life, oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built in thee ! conder. 3o8 THE CHURCH. HAMBURG. L. M Gregorian Chant. P ^m T=t =^^ m ¥ E^^S =F=r 3E£ rz I. O Jesus, bruis'd and wounded more Than bursted grape, or bread of wheat, J. sm 4e& Ff if rr f— » ^ ipp ^^ s *s a j *■ « Fr s The Life of life with - in our souls, The cup of our sal - va - tion sweet ! I^tqg-X-^iia^ f i , nf I t^f ■785 2 We come to show thy dying hour, Thy streaming vein, thy broken flesh ; And still that blood is warm to save, And still thy fragrant wounds are fresh. 3 O Heart, that with a double tide Of blood and water, maketh pure ! O Flesh, once offered on the cross, The gift that makes our pardon sure ! 4 Let nevermore our sinful souls The anguish of thy cross renew ; Nor forge again the cruel nails That pierced thy victim body through ! 5 Come, Bread of heav'n, to feed our souls ! O blessed Jesus, enter in ! Come, Wine of God ! and as we drink. Thy precious blood wash out our sin ! 786 C. F. Alexander. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And fling their scandals on the cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, He that was dead has left his tomb ; He lives above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come. Watts. 787 i At thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast ; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy hoard, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in One that died : We hope for heavenly < rowns above. From a Redeemer crucified. 1 Jesus is gone above the skies, Where our weak senses reach him not ; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face ; And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 3 Let sinful joys be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem, Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live forever near his face. Watts. THE LORD'S SUPPER. ROLLAND. L. M. 309 Wm. B. Bradbury. i. O thou, my soul, forget no more The Friend who all thy sorrows bore ; Let every i - dol -fr-fr-g ft 1 j W rv II p I P P P m J g lo 14-jg I E f ^ ^ f ^l-|tf', a* — w- m M be for- got; But, O my soul, forget him not, But, O my soul, for - get him not. •f2- ^ -0- m m i" ! F F 1-" F ilM1 788 2 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, And fly to this divine relief; Nor him forget, who left his throne, And for thy life gave up his own. 3 Eternal truth and mercy shine In him, and he himself is thine : And canst thou, then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms, forget ? 4 Oh, no ; till life itself depart, His name shall cheer and warm my heart ; And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies. 789 Krishna Pal. Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near, With peace and gladness on thy wing ; Reveal the Saviour's presence here, And light, and life, and comfort bring. " Eat, O my friends — drink, O beloved !" We hear the Master's voice exclaim : Our hearts with new desire are moved, And kindled with a heavenly flame. No room for doubt, no room for dread, Nor tears, nor groans, nor anxious sighs ; We do not mourn a Saviour dead, Eut hail him living in the skies ! A. R. W. 790 1 Amidst us our Beloved stands, And bids us view his pierced hands ; Points to the wounded feet and side, Blest emblems of the crucified. 2 What food luxurious loads the board, When at his table sits the Lord ! The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, When Jesus deigns the guests to meet. 3 If now, with eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs, but see not him, Oh may his love the scales displace, And bid us see him face to face. Spurgeom. 791 1 My God, and is thy table spread, And doth thy cup with love o'erflow ! Thither be all thy children led, And let them all thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his Flesh and Blood I Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 3 Oh let thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. Doddridge. 310 THE CHURCH, FEDERAL STREET. L. M. Oliver. i. I feed by faith on Christ ; my bread, His bod-y brok - en on the tree; -£2. -J- I -- ■ -p. .^ £2- rf f g if rm^ m^ E i I live in him, my liv - ing Head, Who died, and rose a - gain for me. 792 2 This be my joy and comfort here, This pledge of future glory mine : Jesus, in spirit now appear, And break the bread, and pour the wine. 3 From thy dear hand, may I receive The tokens of thy dying love, And, while I feast on earth, believe That I shall feast with thee above. Montgomery. 793 1 Still one in life and one in death, One in our hope of rest above, One in our joy, our trust, our faith, One in each other's faithful love ; 2 Yet must we part, and parting weep ; What else has earth for us in store ? Our farewell pangs, how sharp and deep ! Our farewell words, how sad and sore ! 3 Yet shall we meet again in peace, To sing the song of festal joy, Where none shall bid our gladness cease, And none our fellowship destroy: 4 Where none shall beckon us away, Nor bid our festival be done ; Our meeting-time the eternal day, ( >ur meeting place the eternal throne. 5 There, hand in hand, firm-linked at last, And heart to heart enfolded all, We'll smile upon the troubled past, And wonder why we wept at all. BONAR. 794- 1 O God, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel ; And thus, inspired with holy fear, Before thy table kneel. 2 Here may thy faithful people know The blessings of thy love ; The streams that through the desert The manna from above. [flow, 3 We come, obedient to thy word, To feast on heavenly food ; Our meat, the body of the Lord ; Our drink, his precious blood. OSLER. 795* 1 Around thy table, holy Lord, In fellowship we meet ; Obedient to thy blest command, This feast of love to eat. 2 By faith we take the bread of life, With which our souls are fed ; And cup, in token of thy blood That was for sinners shed. 3 Under thy banner thus we sing The wonders of thy love, While we anticipate by faith, The heavenly feast above, cotterhx. * Sing to Dundee. THE LORD'S SUPPER. DUNDEE. C. M. 311 m 1. How sweet and aw - ful_ is the place, With Christ with - in the doors, J_ -fS>- -(S- -f=- =EE W ¥ -F ^e^^I^ ^m While ev - er - last- ing love dis - plays The choic-est of her stores! WM^ m ¥ ¥ p 796 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, " Lord, why was I a guest ? " 3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come ? " 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast. That sweetly forced us in ; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin. 5 Pity the nations, O our God ! Constrain the earth to come ; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. Watts. 797 1 Opprest with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee ; Beneath its shelter take my seat : No shade like this for me ! 1 Beneath that cross clear waters burst — A fountain sparkling free ; And there I quench my desert thirst No spring like this for me ! 3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent Beneath this spreading tree ; Here shall my pilgrim life be spent: No home like this for me ! 4 For burdened ones a resting-place, Beside that cross I see ; I here cast off my weariness : No rest like this for me ! BONAR. 798 i Lord, may the spirit of this feast — The earnest of thy love — Maintain a dwelling in our breast, Until we meet above. 2 And if no more with kindred dear The broken bread we share, Nor at the banquet-board appear To breathe the grateful prayer ; — 3 Forget us not, — when on the bed Of dire disease we waste, Or to the chambers of the dead, And bar of judgment haste. 4 Forget not, — thou who bore the woe Of Calvary's fatal tree, — Those who within these courts below Have thus remembered thee. SlGOURNEY. 312 THE CHURCH HELENA. C. M. VVm. B. Bradbury. i. Je - sus ! thy love shall we for - get, And nev - er bring to mind fmm p^^u^ipni ^ St r^p #* i N j .f^^^^^LUUi^ The grace that paid our hope- less debt, And bade us par- don find? m i --CJ- ^=& m tj- ^ ^ 799 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, Thy fasting and thy prayer ; Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, To save us from despair? 3 Gethsemane, can we forget — Thy struggling agony — When night lay dark on Olivet, And none to watch with thee ? 4 Can we the crown of thorns forget, The buffeting and shame ; When hell thy sinking soul beset, And earth reviled thy name ? 5 The nails, the spear, can we forget ; The agonizing cry — " My God ! my Father ! wilt thou let Thy Son forsaken die ? " 6 Life's brightest joys we may forget — Our kindred cease to love ; But he who paid our hopeless debt, Our constancy shall prove. 7 Our sorrows and our sins were laid On thee — alone on thee : Thy precious blood our ransom paid — Thine all the glory be. W. Mitchell. REMEMBRANCE. C. M. Scottish. i. Je-sus ! thy love shall we forget, And nev-er bring to mind The grace that paid our Fine. i i ^ | I P- S. hope - less debt, And bade us par - don find? And bade us par - don find? gg£^r^r^H^4^4 =g=g=d^£g II THE LORD'S SUPPER. 313 800 1 If human kindness meets return,. And owns the grateful tie ; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh : 2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To him who died our fears to quell, Our more than orphan's woe ! 3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love his latest words displayed, " Meet and remember me !" 4 Remember thee ! thy death, thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share ! O memory, leave no other name, But his recorded there ! Noel. 8OI i Here at thy table, Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine : Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine. 2 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow : Oh, what delightful food ! We eat the bread, and drink the wine, But think on nobler good. 3 Deep was the suffering he endured Upon th' accursed tree ; " For me," each welcome guest may say, " Twas all endured for me." 4 Sure there was never love so free — Dear Saviour — so divine : Well thou mayst claim that heart of me, Which owes so much to thine. Stennett. 802 1 With humble faith, and thankful heart, Lord, I accept thy love : 'Tis a rich banquet I have had, What will it be above ! 2 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, Join all your raptured powers ; No theme is like redeeming love, No Saviour is like ours. 3 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord, I'd give them all to thee ; Had I ten thousand tongues, they all Should join the harmony. Stennett. 803 i Lord, at thy table we behold The wonders of thy grace, But most of all admire that we Should find a welcome place ; — 2 We, who were all defiled with sin, And rebels to our God ; We, who have crucified thy Son, And trampled on his blood. 3 What strange, surprising grace is this, That we, so lost, have room ! Jesus our weary souls invites, And freely bids us come. Stennett. 804 1 Let vain pursuits and vain desires Be banished from the heart, The Saviour's love fill every breast, And life and light impart. 2 He knows how frail our nature is, Our souls how apt to stray ; How much we need his gracious help To keep us in the way ! 3 These faithful pledges of his love His mercy did ordain, To bring refreshment to our souls, And faith and hope sustain. 4 Since such his condescending grace, Let us, with hearts sincere, Obedient to his holy will, His table now draw near. 314 THE CHURCH, THATCHER. S. M. Handel. £* p i. Blest feast of love di - vine ! Tis grace that makes us free mg=H- Let the lit Si tie while be - tween, pg In their gold - en light be seen ; ^ S ^ 3- 3g- -Sr^-^ I Let us think how heaven and home Lie be - yond that " Till he come. — J3- *&=f f ?~ %r t— i i r '— ^ 8ri 2 When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, All our life-joy overcast? Hush ! be every murmur dumb ; It is only "Till he come." 3 Clouds and conflicts round us press ; Would we have one sorrow less ? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death and darkness and the tomb Only whisper, "Till he come.'' 4 See, the feast of love is spread ■ Drink the wine and break the bread ; Sweet memorials, — till the Lord Call us round his heavenly board ; Some from earth, from glory some — Severed only "till he come." E. W. BlCKEKSTmi. ALETTA. 7s. '0^^^^£-i-Ud£^ Wm. B. Bradbury. m ^ i. When on Si - nai's top I God de-scend, in maj - es - ty, THE LORD'S SUPPER. 317 ALETTA. Concluded. To pro -claim his ho - ly law, ■g- f- ■ e -f 1 g ftp J^ All my spi - rit sinks with awe, P- ... , ,.£L 812 1 When on Sinai's top I see God descend, in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstacy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, .' Full of beauty, truth, and grace. ' 4 Here I would forever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away ; ' Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary ! Montgomery, MEMORIAL. 9s & 8s. E. J. Hopkins. I. Bread of the world in mer-cy brok-en, Wine of the soul in mer - cy shed, Pf ^UMm4 4 .& m j Bv whom the words of life were spok-en, And in whose death our sins are dead — __j i j ijj — 1 ^> p -" — ' 1 W^.z s 21 813 1 Bread of the world in mercy broken, Wine of the soul in mercy shed, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead : 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed. =F= Heber 318 THE CHURCH. GOLGOTHA. 8s & 7s Arranged by R. Lowrv. I. Come, O my soul, to Cal - va - ry, Cal - va - ry, Cal - va - ry, f- And see the Man who died for thee Up - on th'ac-curs- ed tree. CHORUS. rz :\j--m > z> I r » How can I for - get thee? How can I for - get my Lord? h^^H^mm # How can I for - get thee? Dear Lord, re - mem - ber me. tttt 81+ 2 Behold the Saviour's agony — While groaning in Gethsemane, Beneath the sins of men. Cho. — How can I forget thee? etc. 3 With purple robe, and thorny crown, And mocking soldiers — bowing down, The Saviour bears my shame. Cho. — How can I forget thee? etc. 4 TJchold, they shed his precious blood, Oh ! hear him cry, " My God, my God, Hast thou forsaken me?" Cho — How can I forget thee? etc. 5 He died ; the earth was rob'd in gloom, They laid him then in Joseph's tomb, While soldiers watched around. Cho. — How can I forget thee ? etc. 6 But in the light of dawning day, Bright angels rolled the rock away, And Christ the conqueror rose. Cho. — How can I forget thee ? etc. 7 Soon he who once was scourged and bound, Shall come again with glory crowned, And reign forevermore. Cho. — How can I forget thee? etc. 8 His saints shall crown him Lord of all j Before him every foe shall fall, And every knee shall bow. Cho. — How can I forget thee ? etc. H L. HaSTtwos, WELFARE. 319 TIVOLI. 8s & 7s. ^#^##^^4^J^B Pleyel. Fine g — gg- ( Glorious things of thee are " \ He whose word cannot be spok-en, Zi - on, cit - y of our brok-en, Formed thee for his own a - D. c. With sal - va-tion's walls sur- rounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy ^& m ~±J- PAjJ J God; £ bode : J foes. ;*g$ ^ :p ^f-fTtf^f ^ ^tei 4^ ** # On the Reck of A - ges founded, What can shake thy sure re - pose? w£ £ MM sen of God, to sinners dear, Let saints adore the name ; They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain ; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. 4 What though the gates of hell with- stood, Yet must this building rise : Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes, watts. 819 1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again, With thy converting power; The fields of Zion thirst for rain, O send a gracious shower ! 2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress, While sinners all around Are pressing on to endless death, And no relief is found. 3 Dear Saviour, come with quickening power, Thy mourning people cry ; Salvation bring in mercy's hour, Nor let the sinner die. 4 Once more letconverts throng thyhouse, And shouts of victory raise ; Then shall our griefs he turned to joy, And sighs to songs of praise. COLVKR. WELFARE. 321 ST. ANN'S. C. M. Dr. Croft. 1. Oh, where are kings and em- pires Of old that went and came? 820 2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong ; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song. 3 For not like kingdoms of the world Thy holy church, O God ! Though earthquake shocks are threat- ening her, And tempests are abroad. 4. Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands. A. C. Coxe. 821 1 Oh, how the hearts of those revive, Who fear and love the Lord, When sinners dead are made alive, By his all-quickening word. 2 The parent views, with joyful eyes, His now returning son, And, lost in grateful rapture, cries, What hath the Saviour done ! 3 The ministers of Christ rejoice, When souls the word receive ; When sinners hear the Saviour's voice And in his name believe. 4 The church of God their praises join, And of salvation sing ; They glorify the grace divine, Of their victorious King. HOSKINS. 822 i Church of the ever-living God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice ! 2 A little flock ! — so calls he thee Who bought thee with his blood ; A little flock, disowned of men, But owned and loved of God. 3 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise ; They whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes. 4 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Their feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more. 5 No more a lily among thorns, Weary and faint and few ; But countless as the stars of heaver, Or as the early dew. 6 Then entering th' eternal halls, In robes of victory, That mighty multitude shall keep The joyous jubilee. Poxar. 32- THE CHURCH, CLIFFORD. C. M. " Greatorex Coll." pn^Wl &f&^f4=£^^ * * ' .J. . — I. Daugh-ter of Zi - on, from the dust Ex - alt thy fall - en head ; ** # ** * ^^=i^-rp--p^f=^«^=N p^ ^^H^fefeH^^^ A - gain in thy Re- deem - er trust ; He calls thee from the dead. 3?: m £ 5 £ i r , /3 J3. r £^^ 823 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array ; The clay of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth ; Say to the south — "Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north !" 4 They come, they come ; — thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. 5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, And God his works destroy, With songs thy ransomed shall return, And everlasting joy. Montgomery. 824 1 Behold, the mountain of the Lord, In latter clays, shall rise On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To tin's the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; " Up to the hill of God," they say, "And to his house we'll go." 3 The beams that shine on Zion's hill Sh ill lighten every land ; M. Bruce. The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command. 4 No longer hosts encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore ; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 825 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice — Behold the promised hour! Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes to exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes ; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there ; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He frees the soul condemned to death, Nor, when his saints complain, Shall it be said that praying breath Was ever spent in vain. 5 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That nations yet unborn may read, And trust and praise the Lord. WELFARE. PHUVAH. C. M. 323 Melchior Vulpios. m ^m % mm ^=^ WTT i. Not to the ter - rorg H of T- ffrf^ 1 1 m m the Lord, The tem - pest, fire, and smoke ; M ¥ fe^ ^fe^^^^^^p rr^^r m Not to the iff Up; thun-der flt^ of that word Which God on Si q=n P #- nai spoke 2£fc T=T On thy almighty Father's hands ; And never shall remove. 3 Before his ever-watchful eye Thy mournful state appears, And every groan, and every sigh, Divine compassion hears. 4 O Zion, learn to doubt no more, Be every fear suppressed ; Unchanging truth, and love, and power Dwell in thy Saviour's breast. Steele. 828 i Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest ; Behold, thy church, with longing eyes Waits to be owned and bles«t. 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy Word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; Here let thy praise be spread ; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine ; Justice and truth his court maintain With love and power divine. Watts. 826 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold the great, the glorious host Of angels clothed in light ; Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight. 4 Behold the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven, And God, the Judge, who doth declare Their vilest sins forgiven. 5 The saints on earth, and all the dead, But one communion make ; All join in Christ, their living Head, And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this Our weary souls would rest ; The man who dwells where Jesus is Must be forever blest. Watts 827 1 A mother may forgetful be, For human love is frail ; But thy Creator's love to thee, O Zion, cannot fail. 2 No, thy dear name engraven stands, In characters of love, 324 THE CHURCH, ANVERN. L. M. Arr. by L. Masoh. i. Tri-umphant Zi - on! lift thy head From dust, and dark - ness, and the dead ; Though humbled -*— %-t ^m m toafa^ m *JL ritard. m long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. -» -0- * _ -*■-*■ -<+ JPf» _•«->-!» -^ -*H JV ||^fe^|tf^i^#ff^ 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known ; Decked in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer ; His hand thy ruins shall repair ; . Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. Doddridge. 830 • 1 While to its grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say — " Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 2 "Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power ; Still wrestle at the throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer ; The winter season lias been sharp, Bui spring shall all its wastes repair." 4 Lord ! I obey, my hopes revive ; Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing: Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph bring. Newton. 831 1 When God descends with men to dwell, And all creation wakes anew, What tongue can half the wonders tell? What eye the dazzling glory view ? 2 Zion, the desolate, again Shall see her lands with roses bloom ; And Carmel's mount, and Sharon's plain, Shall yield their spices and perfume : 3 Celestial streams shall gently llow ; The wilderness shall joyful be ; Lilies on parched ground shall grow; And gladness spring on every tree : 4 The weak be strong, the fearful bold, The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing, The lame shall walk, the blind behold, And joy through all the earth shall ring: 5 Monarchs and slaves shall meet in love; Old pride shall die, and meekness reign, When God descends from worlds above, To dwell with men on earth again. WELFARE. STATE STREET. S. M. 325 Woodman. S=3^E 3 ff =3= 1. I love thy king - dom, Lord, — The house of thine bode, The church our blest Re- deem -er saved With his own pre- cious blood. K # m =t: s 832 2 I love thy Church, O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 833 DWIGHT. i Far as thy name is known The world declares thy praise ; The saints, O Lord, before thy throne, Their songs of honor raise. 2 With joy thy people stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 1— 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Survey with care thine holy ground, And mark the building well, — • 4 The order of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, And make a fair report. 5 How decent, and how wise ! How glorious to behold ! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorned with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die — Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. watts. 83+ 1 Who can forbear to sing, Who can refuse to praise, When Zion's high, celestial King His saving power displays ? 2 When sinners at his feet, By mercy conquered, fall ? When grace, and truth, and justice meet, And peace unites them all ? 3 Who can forbear to praise Our high, celestial King, When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace Invites our tongues to sing ? Swain ■ 326 THE CHURCH. DETROIT. S. M. sfebM E. P. Hastings. And make her dy - ins: gra - ces live By thy re - stc By thy re - stor - ing power. And make her dy - ing gra - ces * • \f § i m "F 835 2 Awake thy chosen few To fervent, earnest prayer ; Again may they their vows renew, Thy blessed presence share. 3 Thy Spirit then will speak Through lips of feeble clay, And hearts of adamant will break, And rebels will obey. 4 Lord, lend thy gracious ear ; Oh, listen to our cry ! Oh, come and bring salvation here ! Our hopes on thee rely. Mrs. Brown. 836 1 Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great ; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand ! The honors of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. 3 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress: How bright has his salvation shone, Through all her palaces I 4 When kings against her joined, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind, They fled with hasty fear. 5 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been. 6 In every new distress We'll to his house repair ; We'll call to mind his wondrous grace. And seek deliverance there, watts. 837 1 Oh, for the happy hour When God will hear our cry, And send, with a reviving power, His Spirit from on high. 2 We meet, we sing, we pray, We listen to the word, In vain ; — we see no cheering ray, No cheering voice is heard. 3 While many crowd thy house, How few, around thy board, Meet to recount their solemn vows, And bless thee as their Lord ! 4 Thou, thou alone canst give Thy gospel sure success ; Canst bid the dying sinner live Anew iu holiness. 5 Come, then, with power divine, Spirit of life and love ! Then shall this people all be thine, This church like that above Bbthuhs WELFARE. 327 GAYLORD. 8s & 7s. Double. Arr. ly J. P. Holbrook. i. Sav - iour, vis - it thy plan-ta- tion, Grant us, Lord, a gra-cious rain ; y^-f[ m m m Fine. m **=* -1 i i ^-^ All will come to de - so - la - d.s. Lord, re - vive us, Lord, re - vive -m. m m — •- tion, Un - less thou re - turn a - gain, us ; All our help must come from thee. & wm f^=^N=H D.S. ^^ *=$*=* m Lord, re - vive us, Lord, re - vive us ; All our help must come from thee ; 838 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. Lord, revive us, etc. Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers ; Let each one esteemed thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. Lord, revive us, etc. Break the tempter's fatal power Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin, from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. Lord, revive us, etc. Newton. 839 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished, Every part looked gay and green ; Then thy word our spirits nourished, Happy seasons we have seen ! But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. 3 Some, in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below ; Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, — Scarce a single leaf they show. 4 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh, permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain ! 0 Newton. 84O 1 Zion, dreary and in anguish, 'Mid the desert hast thou strayed ! Oh, thou weary, cease to languish * Jesus shall lift up thy head. 2 Still lamenting and bemoaning, 'Mid thy follies and thy woes I Soon repenting and returning, All thy solitude shall close. 3 Though benighted and forsaken, Though afflicted and distressed ; His almighty arm shall waken ; Zion's King shall give thee rest. Hastings 328 THE CHURCH ZION. 8s, 7s & 4s. T. Hastings. \ On the mountain's top appearing, Lo ! the sacred herald stands, } { Welcome news to Zi - on bearing — Zi - on, long in hostile lands : ) Mourning captive ' God himself shall loose thy bands, Mourning captive ! God himself shall loose thv bands. «„ J*. «V- JU-l+J $=£ i^=i ^ ^ 84.1 2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? Have thy foes been proud and scornful? By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? Cease thy mourning ; Zion still is well beloved. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; He himself appears thy Friend ; All thy foes shall flee before thee ; Here their boasts and triumphs end : Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send. 4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; All thy warfare now is past ; God thy Saviour will defend thee ; Victory is thine at last All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest. Kelly. 842 1 Zion stands with hills surrounded — ■ Zion, kept by power divine ; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine ! 2 Every human tie may perish ; Friend to friend unfaithful prove ; Mothers (ease their own to cherish ; Heaven and earth at last remove: But no changes Can attend Jehovah's love. 3 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee j Thou art precious in his sight ; God is with thee — God, thine everlasting light. Kelly. 8+3 1 See, from Zion's sacred mountain, Streams of living water flow ; God has opened there a fountain That supplies the world below ; They are blessed Who its sovereign virtues know. 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing Streams of mercy find their way : Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Waking beauty from decay. Oh, ye nations, Hail the long-expected day ! 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, All-enriching as it goes, Lo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, Buds and blossoms as the rose ; Lo ! the desert Sings for joy where'er it flows. Kelly. WELFARE. 329 BROOKLYN. H. M. J. ZUNDEL. ^s 1. O Zi - on ! tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high ; Tell all the earth thy A • „ j , ? ■ _ e -n ,fg- : l!-^-^i-p--r- r mm ^a ^±: f=S i t=t ^^ 3^ 2^^ ^^ g S 3 joys,.. And boast sal-va-tion nigh; Cheer-ful in God, f-r-r r r r 4i — =p~ * 1* • 1* ?fefe£ a - rise and shine, #EE%E% 3== 535 ^^ pi^p p While rays di vine stream all a - broad, While rays di-vine stream all a - broad. 844 2 He gilcls thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade ; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head ; The nations round, thy form shall view, With lustre new divinely crowned. 3 In honor to his name, Reflect that sacred light : And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright ; Pursue his praise, till sovereign love, In worlds above, the glory raise. 4 There, on his holy hill, A brighter sun shall rise, And, with his radiance, fill Those fairer, purer skies ; Wliile, round his throne, ten thousand stars, In nobler spheres, his influence own. 8+5 Doddridge. i Christ is our Corner-stone ; On him alone we build ; With his true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled : On his great love our hopes we place, Of present grace and joys above. 2 Oh, then, with hymns of praise Our hallowed courts shall ring ! Our voices we will raise, The Three in One to sing ; And thus proclaim in joyful song, Both loud and long, that glorious Name 3 Here, gracious God, do thou Forevermore draw nigh ; Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh : In copious shower, on all who pray, Each holy day, thy blessings pour. 4 Here may we gain from heaven The grace which we implore, And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore, — Until that day when all the blest To endless rest are called away. Chandler. 330 THE CHURCH. HAIL TO THE BRIGHTNESS. lis & lOs. L. Mason. pd^b^=^J I J j +kh^^^h=hd i. Hail to the brightness of Zi - on's glad morn-lng ! Joy to the gf £ = C ■ F F F ■ f r I4f~p se£ P 1 r^=y ^=3* * ' < f =s^ B*- ^ lands that in dark - ness have lain ; Hushed be the ac - cents of =£6= iife#^ : * 1— P * * ^- sor - row and mourning, Zi - on in tri - umph be - gins her mild reign. 846 i Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning, Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; Hail to the millions from bondage returning, Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 3 Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing, Streams ever copious are gliding along ; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 4 See, from all lands — from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on Wgh ; Fallen arc the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. Hasting*. WELFARE, WEBB. 7s & 6s. 331 J. Webb. ^ ±±t=±±=LM W- I. The Church's one foun - cia - tion Is Je - sus Christ her Lord m — , f • — m — m m- £ mm w&<- ^ p^mmm jd^d^d She is his new ere - a - tion By wa - ter and the Word : ffi rvrr^ mmmmm s \$& ^jl+^-^uj^j H 4-^Um ¥ p From heaven he came and sought her, To be his ho - ly i urn p i; s With his own blood he bought her, And for her life he died. w^rHrr^-H^^NMf^^^^^t 847 3 Though with a Scornful wonder Men see her sore opprest, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distrest, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, "How long?" And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. 3 'Mid toil, and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace forevermore ; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. jf. §. Stows. 332 GARDEN. THE CHURCH. C. P. M. r - - The Lord in - to his gar - den comes ; The spic - es }'ield their rich per-fumes & ^ m ^ * j« * — — j»~- j* * — « 9 — — 9 ■ " The — m— lil ies grow and thrive, The lil w -A ies grow and thrive ; 3^E «=*: s ^if ;* ^— Ti~£i^a ^^ ing showers of grace di-vine, From Je - sus flow to r^» — * f *~ vive. vive, Winch makes the dead re 2 Oh that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become ! The desert blossoms as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3 The glorious time is roiling on, TIil' gracious work is now begun, My soul a witness is ! " Oil, taste and see the pardon free, For all mankind as well as me ! Oh, come to Christ and live ! " 4 Amen, amen, my soul replies, I'm bound to meet you in the skies, And claim my mansion there! Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, To meet you in that heavenly land, Where we shall part no more. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, NETTLETON. Ss & 7s. Dr. Nettleton. j Come, thou Fount of ev - ery bless-ing ! Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; ) I- ( Streams of mer - cy, nev-er ceas-ing, Call for songs of loud-est praise ; ) D. c. Praise the mount — I'm fix'd up - on it ! — Mount of thy re - deeming love. J ^if r ~^^=rt±^^^^ D.C. 2. Teach me some me - lo-dious son - net Sung by flam - ing tongues a - bove ; r -_- _ r g-C-4f =^^=N^^=^B^=g-l f -^^E^g CHORUS. bB^ M m 0mm ± w m I love Je - sus, Hal - le - lu - jah ! I love Je - sus, yes, I do: M s i M5E P mm * ^ I do love Je - eus, he's my Sav - iour ; Je - sus smiles, and loves me too. W^ fee P^H^Hf^g=g=pg f£fc 8+9 3 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ; Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 22 5 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be ! Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee. 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart ; oh, take and seal it t Seal it from thy courts above. Robinson. 333 334 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. LOVING-KINDNESS. L. M. * — ^9 9 W~ i. A- wake, my soul, in jov-ful lays, And sing thy great Re-deemer's praise ; fj*\i i <^=m&iia^&m He just-ly claims a song from me : His lov - ing-kind - ness, oh, how free Lov- ing-kindness, lov - ing-kindness, His lov - ing-kind - ness, oh, how free ! n ^=&*tL±$±43m m 85o 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me : His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate : His loving-kindness, oh, how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along: His loving-kindness, oh, how strong! | 7 4. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood : His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart ; But though I have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; Soon all my mortal powers must fail : ( >li, may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death ! Then, let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies I Medley. LOVE AND GRATITUDE, HAPPINESS. lis & 9s. 335 Western Melody. fe^&j=j=j4J=^ 3=^-J-J-Ei=i i — e^— ■* — 9 — 9-Ls — " iES^^E^EEflES^ i. Oh ! how happy are they Who their Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure a-bovc t =s=S= ^=|e B p=p ilddd^#^ sa. g±j Fff gg | Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its ear - li- est love. m iiili fefr-fH^ifeRM » i==- 85 2 That sweet comfort was mine When the favor divine I had found in the blood of the Lamb. When at first I believed, What true joy I received ! What a heaven in Jesus' sweet name ! 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know ; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus, all the day long, Was my joy and my song : Oh, that all his salvation might see ! "He hath loved me," I cried, "He hath suffered and died To redeem such a rebel as me !" C. Wesley. 852 1 O thou, in whose presence My soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call, My comfort by day, And my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all. 2 Where dost thou, dear Shepherd, Resort with thy sheep, To feed them in pastures of love • Say, why in the valley Of death should I weep, Or alone in this wilderness rove. 3 Ye daughters of Zion, Declare, have you seen The star that on Israel shone? Say, if in your tents My Beloved has been, And where with his flocks he is gone? 4 Love sits in his eyelids, And scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high ! Their faces the cherubim Veil in his sight, And tremble with fulness of joy. 5 He looks ! and ten thousands Of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word ; He speaks ! and eternity, Filled with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. 6 Dear Shepherd ! I hear, and Will follow thy call ; I know the sweet sound of thy voice ; Restore and defend me, For thou art my all. And in thee I will ever rejoice. Swain. 336 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. MADELEINE. 6s. & n i -! J. T. Grape. From " Pilcrims Harp.'1' Tune — '•'•All to Christ I owe" First time. Second. ^n-ssi s ± * \ Thy works, not mine, O Christ ! * ( They tell me all is done ; Speak glad - ness L Omit. this heart i Thy works, not mine, O Christ ! Speak gladness to this heart ; They tell me all is clone ; They bid my fear depart : 2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, Have wept my guilt away ; And turned this night of mine Into a blessed day : 3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, Can heal my bruised soul ; Thy stripes, not mine, contain The balm that makes me whole 4 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awful load Of sins that none could bear But the incarnate God: 5 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, Has paid the ransom due ; Ten thousand deaths like mine W luld have been all too few: 5 Thy righteousness alone Can clothe and beautify; I wrap it round my soul, In this I'll live and die. Bonar. Arr. i I bring my sins to thee, The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansed be In thy once-opened fount. 2 My heart to thee I bring, The heart I cannot read, A faithless, wandering thing, An evil heart indeed. 3 To thee I bring my care, The care I cannot flee ; Thou wilt not only share, But take it all for me. 4 I bring my grief to thee, The grief I cannot tell ; No words shall needed be, Thou knowest all so well. 5 My joys to thee I bring, The joys thy love has given, That each may be a wing To lift me nearer heaven. 6 My life I bring to thee, I would not be my own ; O Saviour ! let me be Thine ever, thine alone ! Sunday Mac. Ait.ruL LOVE AND GRATITUDE. GERHARDT. 7s & 6s. 557 J. P. HOLBKOOK. I. I lay my sins on Je - sus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all. and wash my crimson stains, White in his blood most precious, Till not a stain remains. p=P=Tr~p" £i=e=g ^ ^ E§^E 4=1= E r v~ 855 I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fullness dwells in him ; He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem : I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases, He all my sorrow shares. I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces, I on his breast recline : I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured. I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child : I long to be with Jesus Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises, And learn the angels' song. BONAR. 856 O blessed feet of Jesus, Weary with seeking me ! Stand at God's bar of judgment . And intercede for me. O knees which bent in anguish In dark Gethsemane ! Kneel at the throne of glory And intercede for me. O hands that were extended Upon the awful tree ! Hold up those precious nail prints Which intercede for me. O head so deeply pierced With thorns which sharpest be ! Bend low before thy Father, And intercede for me. O body scarred and wounded, My sacrifice to be ! Present thy perfect offering And intercede for me. O loving risen Saviour, From death and sorrow free ! Though throned in endless glory, Still intercede for me. Trans, from the Italian 33& THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ONIDO. 7s. Double. Pleyel. i. Bless-ed are the sons of God ; They are bought with Je - sus' blood ; V. mm ^ m g % 3 =g=^= They are ran - somed from the grave — Life e — ts» — i-i g___JJ. fag^pgEE^ ter - nal they shall have P r ^k fe=^=tM B 8 0 gtrrgg ^ With them numbered may we be, Here, and in ter - ni - ty ; £ f — f-^t ' r ■ f r- ^S ^^e^^^ tcT 3E*E j-frd 3E* ?T M— t- «=53= With them num-bered may we be, Here, and in. e - ter - nt ^=^ S ^ Ml 857 2 They are justified by grace, They enjoy the Saviour's peace ; All their sins are washed away; They shall stand in God's great day With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity. 3 They produce the fruits of grace, In the works of righteousness ; They are harmless, meek, and mild, Holy, blameless, undefiled : With them numbered may we be, II : 1 I in eternity. I 'I'll ■. are lights upon the earth, Children of a heavenly birth ; 0 i • with God, with Jesus one ; Glory is in them begun : With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity. Humphreys. 858 1 Now, O God, thine own I am ! Now I give thee back thine own : Freedom, friends, and health, and fame, Consecrate to thee alone : Thine I live, thrice happy I ! 1 1 appier still if thine 1 die. 2 Take me, Lord, and all my powers ; Take my mind, and heart, and will J All my goods, and all my hours, All] know, and all I feel, All I think, or speak, or do — Take my soul and make it new ! C. Wesley. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. HALLE. 7s. 6 lines. 339 Arr. by T. Hastings. j When this pass - ing world is done, — When has sunk yon glo - rious sun ; ) I' \ When, from off the mount of God, We re - view the path we've trod ; ) ffle *CL i^iiipli^fei -(=- =s=& p jj J I j i ±^=tri 131 h=4=^z Then, Lord, shall I ful - ly know — Not till then — how much I owe! m ^m Lrd — l— =& T~r-?-=F 859 2 When I hear the wicked call On the rocks and hills to fall ; When I see them start and shrink, On the fiery deluge brink ; Then, Lord, shall I fully know — Not till then — how much I owe ! 3 When I stand before the throne, Clothed in beauty not my own ; When I see thee as thou art, Love thee with unsinning heart ; Then, Lord, shall I fully know — Not till then — how much I owe ! 4 When the praise of heaven I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters' noise, Sweet as harps' melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know — Not till then — how much I owe ! McChevne. 860 1 Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Saviour's side, By the Spirit sanctified — Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. 12 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud ; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light ; Blessed Jesus ! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. 3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign — Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain ; But a night thine anger burns — Morning comes, and joy returns : God of comforts ! bid me show To thy poor how much I owe. 4 When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I'm captive led ; Oft I fall, but still arise — Jesus comes — the tempter flies : Blessed Jesus ! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe. McCheyne. 340 JESUS IS MINE IE CHRISTIAN LIFE, s & 4s. i. Now I have found a Friend, Je - sus is mine ; His love shall never end, Je - sus is mine. 861 2 Though I grow poor and old, Jesus is mine ; He will my faith uphold, Jesus is mine ; He shall my wants supply, His precious blood is nigh, Nought can my hope destroy, Jesus is mine ! 3 When earth shall pass away, Jesus is mine ! In the great Judgment day, Jesus is mine ! Oh ! what a glorious thing, Thea to behold my King, On tuneful harp to sing, Jesus is mine. 4 Farewell mortality ! Jesus is mine. Welcome eternity ! Jesus is mine. He my Redemption is, Wisdom and Righteousness, Life, Light, and Holiness, Jesus is mine. 5 Father ! thy name I bless, Jesus is mine ; Thine was the sovereign grace, Jesus is mine. Spirit of holiness, Sealing the Father's grace, Thou mad'st my soul embrace, Jesus as mine. h. hope. 862 1 Fade, fade, each earthly joy ; Jesus is mine ! Break, every tender tie ; Jesus is mine. Dark is the wilderness ; Earth has no resting-place j Jesus alone can bless ; Jesus is mine. 2 Tempt not my soul away , Jesus is mine : Here would I ever stay, Jesus is mine : Perishing things of clay Born but for one btief day, Pass from my heart away ; Jesus is mine. 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine : Lost in this dawning bright, Jesus is mine : All that my soul has tried Left but a dismal void ; Jesus has satisfied ; Jesus is mine. 4 Farewell mortality ; Jesus is mine : Welcome, eternity ; Jesus is mine : Welcome, O loved and blest ! Welcome, sweet scenes of rest ; Welcome, my Saviour's breast ; Jesus is mine ! Mrs. Bonar. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. 34J I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY. 7s & 6s. Wu. G. Fischer. Je - sus and his glo - ry, Je ^^^^^=i sus and his love. I love to tell the S P£ =E=F 3=jzlLJ I *^-jl ^ ^— *-# =*=*¥ sto - ry, Be-cause I know it's true; It sat - is-fies my longings, As ^d m f=FR=F=F=g m ip^ *c * 3ni CHORUS. m mm i love ^E nothing else would do. I to tell the sto - ry, 'Twill be my theme in H^il=fel :g— - bit - ter thing. m mm. -£ee& ^ 868 2 I would love thee ; every blessing Flows to me from out thy throne : I would love thee ; he who loves thee Never feels himself alone. 3 I would love thee ; look upon me, Ever guide me with thine eye : I would love thee ; if not nourished By thy love, my soul would die. I would love thee ; I have vowed it, On thy love my heart is set : While I love thee, I will never My Redeemer's blood forget. NETTLETON. 5s & 7s. Double. Madam Guion, Dr. Nettleton. Fine. m ==& 3=^ sea =s=r I ! j Hail, my ev - er bless-ed ' | To my soul thy name is 3. c. Love I much? I've much for =g=g= P Je - sus ! On - ly thee I wish to pre-cious, Thou my Proph-et, Priest, and giv - en, — I'm a mir - a - cle of A= i= „_*_ m£ sing; ) King; \ grace. mfc :E2EE =F^ D.C. jZZL =^=B«= Oh, what mer - cy flows from heav - en ! SpE £ ^=£ Oh, what joy and hap f? & J- -pi- lH§ ness ! rj. SEE3 % {= M r 869 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay ; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Saviour passed that way; Witness, all ye hosts of heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness : Love I much? I've much forgiven, — I'm a miracle of grace ! Shout, ye bright angelic choir ! Praise the Lamb enthroned above ! While, astonished, I admire God's free grace and boundless love : That blest moment I received him Filled my soul with joy and peace : Love I much? I've much forgiven, — I'm a miracle of grace ! WlNGROVE. 344 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ATHENS. C. M. First time. GlARDINI. Second. \ I heard the voice of Je - sus say, "Come un - to me, and rest; i EE =**£ :3==S^ ^ — L,^- ^ ^ E-S^ 4=T 4: ^E head up- on my breast." I came to Je-sus as I was, Weary, and worn, and ^^siiii -^ i*^B= ^Rg P£ ^1 sad ; I found in him a rest - ing-place, And he has made me glad. J -- -1 87O 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul re- And now I live in him. [vived, 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, i And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I'll walk Till all my journey's done. bonar. 87I I How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven ! This earth, he cries, is not my place, I seek my place in heaven : A country far from mortal sight, Yet oh, by faith I see The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heaven prepared for me. 2 Oh what a blessed hope is ours ! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers, And antedate that day : We feel the resurrection near — Our life in Christ concealed — And with his glorious presence here Our earthen vessels filled. 3 Oh, would he more of heaven be- stow, And let the vessels break, And let our ransomed spirits go To grasp the God we seek ; In rapturous awe on him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me, And shout and wonder at his grace To all eternity. <■. Wbbley. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. 345 VALENTIA. C. M. Arranged by Kingsley. I. Oh, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith ! My God ! how can it be feE^i m Y^^TT^ life ^ zJz B3=^ip ^F That thou, who hast dis - cern-ing love, Shouldst give that gift to me? f=qfcf: I =P^ r^ t- 872 2 How many hearts thou mightst have had More innocent than mine ! How many souls more worthy far Of that sweet touch of thine ! 3 Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts It is thy boast to come, The glory of thy light to find In darkest spots a home. 4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, Seem trifles less than light — Earth looks so little and so low When faith shines full and bright. 5 Oh, happy, happy that I am ! If thou canst be, O faith, The treasure that thou art in life, What wilt thou be in death ! Faber. 873 All that I was, my sin and guilt, My death was all my own, — All that I am, I owe to thee, My gracious God, alone. The evil of my former state Was mine, and only mine ; The good in which I now rejoice, Is thine, and only thine. The darkness of my former state, The bondage, all was mine ; The light of life, in which I walk, The liberty, is thine. 4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, It taught me to believe ; Then, in believing, peace I found, And now I live — I live ! 5 All that I am, e'en here on earth ; All that I hope to be, When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to thee. bonak. 874 Lamb, take thou my 1 O DEAREST heart ! Where can such sweetness be, As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee? 2 If there's a fervor in my soul, And fervor sure there is, Now it shall be at thy control, And but to serve thee rise. 3 If love, that mildest flame, can rest In hearts so hard as mine, Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast, Its love shall all be thine. 4 Now the gay world with treacherous art Shall tempt my heart in vain, I have conveyed away that heart, Ne'er to return again. Moravian. 346 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE BRIDGEMAN. C. M. P=r^ jij-d4^ From Beethoven. im m i. Do not I love thee, O r my Lord ? Be - hold my heart and see ; ^-: 1 n $ ^j^j lJ:jfl i^P Si And turn the dear - est i dol m - out That dares to - val thee. -J s 1 pHH - f5 875 2 Do not I love thee from my soul ? Then let me nothing love : Dead be my heart to every joy When Jesus cannot move. 3 Is not thy mime melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear ? 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed ? Hast thou a foe before whose face I fear thy cause to plead ? 5 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord, But oh, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more. Doddridge. 876 1 My God, what silken cords arc thine, How soft, and yet how strong; While power and truth, and love com- bine To draw our souls along. 2 Thou saw'st us crushed beneath the yoke ( )f Satan and of sin ; Thy hand the iron bondage broke, Our worthless hearts to win. 3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins One offering takes away ; And grace, when first the war begins, Secures the crowning day. 4 Comfort through all this vale of tears In rich profusion flows, And glory of unnumbered years Eternity bestows. 5 Drawn by such cords we onward move, Till round thy throne we meet ; And, captives in the chains of love, Embrace our Conq'ror's feet. 877 Doddridge. 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth's huge pillars up And spreads the heavens abroad ? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted Head. 3 All that I am, and all I have, Shall be forever thine ; Whate'er my duty bids me give, My cheerful hands resign. I Yet if I might make some reserve, And duty did not call, I love my God with zeal so great, That 1 would give him all. watts. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. BLENDON. L. M. 347 GlARDINI. P^§ J=T^ z? *— L=< n=:# ^ gj * 1 -d -p 9 => — ~ * - a (r i. Not all the no - bles of. . the earth, Who boast the hon - ors of their birth, ^g^^ JUL £ e ^s i £ef£ *~p r-4-p p r ^^j^^adij^U'^^^ppi i - - | - w- ^ r So high a dig - ni - ty can claim, As those who bear the Christian name. 'I fegE -*- *LJ- Sz 3£ -u I r u -h~T — h "I* I fg ->zz *=b f= 878 2 To them the privilege is given To be the sons and heirs of heaven ; Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joy beyond the sky. 3 His will he makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go ; Whispers instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds. 4 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye : Leads them from earth to heaven above, And crowns them with eternal love. Stennett. 879 1 Complete in thee ! no work of mine May take, dear Lord, the place of thine ; Thy blood has pardon bought for me, And I am now complete in thee. 2 Complete in thee — no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered, reign within ; Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, And I shall stand complete in thee. 3 Complete in thee — each want supplied, And no good thing to me denied, Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, I ask no more — complete in thee. 4 Dear Saviour ! when, before thy bar All tribes and tongues assembled are, Among thy chosen may I be At thy right hand — complete in thee. 880 ' ARW- 1 Lord, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love ; And soft and silent as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so swift away Their souls are ever bright as noon, And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to heavenly hills, Where streams of living pleasures flow ; And longing hopes and cheerful smiles Sit undisturbed upon their brow ! 5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, But spend the day, and share the night, In numbering o'er the richer joys That heaven prepares for their delight. Watts. 34g THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. UXBRIDGE. L. M. L. Mason. i. Je - sus ! thy robe of right-eous-ness m £te wm =s=fl My beau-ty is, my glo - rious dress ; -m- — U^ P- fEEP=T=f ^^^ i^i^i 3: 'Mid flaming worlds, in this ar - rayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. ^m g" 4 ¥=« ms jj 4= ^EP W=^ 881 2 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea — "Jesus hath lived and died for me." 3 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruined nature sinks in years ; No age can change its lovely hue ; Its glory is forever new. 4 O let the dead now hear thy voice ; Now bid thy banished ones rejoice ; Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness. Zl.MZEVDORF. 882 i How vast the treasure we possess, How rich thy bounty, King of grace ! This world is ours, and worlds to come; Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home. 2 All things are ours, the gifts of God, The purchase of a Saviour's blood ; While the good Spirit shows us how To use and to improve them too. 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise ; If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good. 4 I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great ; And, while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold. 883 1 No more, ye wise ! your wisdom boast ; No more, ye strong ! your valor trust ; No more, ye rich ! survey your store, Elate with heaps of shining ore. 2 Glory, ye saints, in this alone, — That God, your God, to you is known ; That you have owned his sovereign sway, That you have felt his cheering ray. 3 All else, which we our treasure call, May in one fatal moment fall ; But what their happiness can move, Whom God, the blessed, deigns to love? Doddridge. 884. 1 My precious Lord, for thy dear Name I bear the cross, despise the shame ; Nor do I faint while thou art near ; I lean on thee ; how can I fear ? 2 No other name but thine is given To cheer my soul, in earth or heaven j No other wealth will I require ; No other friend can I desire. 3 Yea, into nothing would I fall For thee alone, my All in All ; To feel thy love, my only joy, To tell thy love, my sole employ. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. 349 SHEPHERD. L. M. Arr. " Marot & Beza Ps." m=^i^M^^44^^^w^ gig jg r - "- -^ ----- 1 1 1. Thou, whom my soul admires a - bove All earthly joy and earth-ly love — Tell me, dear Shepherd, ffi^ ^m gg M S=i* ;L£U J J J J J ^ ^ *=E Srhg sU z _ ^-bgzdLgl— J-^J g~ g~hg #| J. ^ gjj^ *^ let me know, Where do thy sweetest pas r v'f - tures grow ? Where do thy sweetest pas- tures grow ? W£ £U mm g g «QU2 ^ ~e?~ iEE There's a strange jDleasure in the pain, And tears have their own sweetness too. 885 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock ? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown ? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see ; The sweetest pastures here they be ; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, and groans and tears 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood • Here to these hills, my soul would come, Till my Beloved leads me home. Watts. 886 1 Of all the joys we mortals know, Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest ; Love the best blessing here below, The nearest image of the blest. 2 While we are held in thine embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove ; Each smile upon thy beauteous face Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 While of thy absence we complain, And long, or weep in all we do, 23 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, Or ask the watchman of the night For some kind tidings of our love, Thy very name creates delight. 5 Jesus, our God, yet rather come, — Our eyes would dwell upon thy face : 'Tis best to see our Lord at home, And feel the presence of his grace. Watts. 887 i I love, I love thee, Lord most high I Because thou first hast loved me ; I seek no other liberty But that of being bound to thee. 2 May memory no thought suggest, But shall to thy pure glory tend : My understanding find no rest, Except in thee, its only end. 3 All mine is thine ; say but the word, Whate'er thou wiliest shall be done ; I know thy love, all-gracious Lord ; I know it seeks my good alone. 4 Apart from thee all things are naught ; Then grant, O my supremest Bliss, — Grant me to love thee as I ought ; Thou givest all in giving this, xavier. 35o THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK. DUET. J. E. Gould. CHORUS. mm ^ m ^ l^j-«L-»=^=E F=£=a= g=t# m I. The Shadow of the Rock ! Stay, pil-grim, stay ! Night treads upon the a)Lb4 % ftfep^^J^ T- ffib r | ^~r r d-rffr CLJLO^ {£=:— r~ r p BJid tt p p r The Rock is near, J J 1 The well is clear. r r r J J J J_l r r is. ?= ?^ The Rock is near,. The well is clear. DUET. CHORUS, rit. ^ ^F^m *b m % : % s r Rest in the Shadow of the Rock ; Rest, oh, Rest in the Shadow of the Rock ! ±-J—J—± 4^i=$= '^m ^e^ ^ 888 2 The Shadow of the Rock ! () weary, rest ! All come alone \ Thou art sore pressed — All, ever since the sun hath shone, Rest in the Shadow of the Rock Who traveled by this road, have come j Be of good cheer- [alone. I 4 The Shadow of the Rock ! A home is here- ! One day of pain, Rest in the Shadow of the Rock ! Thou scarce wllt hoPe thc Rock t0 S*"1' Yet there wilt sleep thy last sleep of the 3 The Shadow of the Rock! To weary feet, That have been diligent and fleet, The sleep is deeper, and the shade more Rcst in the shadow of the Rock ! sweet. Fadhr. plain. And only wake Tn heaven's daybreak- THE CROSS Slow. LOVE AND GRATITUDE, 5s & 6s. 151 J. H. Stockton. mrf^ i. The cross ! the cross ! the blood-stained cross ! The hal-lowed cross I sec ! i^4=^=p^ m^ B3z=t= m^ ^k^ 9 '. — 9 at — t S m Re - mind-ing me of pre- cious blood That once was shed for me. m m CHORUS. Slow and soft. m ^m M3E m i^P m Oh, the blood ! the pre - cious blood ! That Je - sus shed for me mm m e ritard. 2 The cross : the cross ! that heavy cross, My Saviour bore for me ; It bowed him to the earth with grief On sad Mount Calvary. — Chorus. 3 The wounds ! the wounds ! those painful wounds : Oh ! they were made for me ! His hands and feet, his holy head, All pierced and torn I see. — Chorus. 4 The death ! the death ! the awful death That Jesus died for me ! I heard his groans, his prayer, " Forgive," His bleeding side I see. — Chorus. 5 The love ! the love ! the matchless love, That bled upon the tree ! It melts my heart, it wins my love, It brings me, Lord, to thee. — Chorus. After id verse S. D, Phelps 352 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, LYTE. 6s & 4s. J. P. HOLBROOK. please I see, Noth - ing a - part from thee, Je - sus, my Lord ! 89O 2 Thou, blessed Son of God, Hast bought me with thy blood, Jesus, my Lord ! Oh ! how great is thy love, All other loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus, my Lord ! 3 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord ! What need I now to fear ? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near ? Jesus, my Lord ! Soon thou wilt come again! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord ! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord ! HOW I LOVE JESUS. C. M. 1 A-mazing grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me ! I once was CHORL'S. mmmimm^M^^ lost, but now am found— Was blind, but now I see. Oh, howl love Je - sus ; ^m te LOVE AND HOW I LOVE JESUS. ^ -I— GRATITU DE. Concluded. 353 $m^^m nj=j at I love Je - sus, Because he first loved me. Oh, how I love Je - sus ; Oh, how §gH - — m P 0 ,0 i =£=q*= £= 89I 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved ; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed ! 3 Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come ; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 Yes — when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the vail, A life of joy and peace. Newton. BROWN. C. M. m^mM ill m Wm. B. Bradbury I ^ms. 1 — ^t i. When God re-vealed his gra - cious name, And changed my mournful state, m ^ £ P£ J-i-C C: I S=4 ^m pm^m^k^^^^i^ ^=z=::z m My rap - ture seemed a pleas - ing dream, . : m -f: i The grace ap-peared so great. ^ 892 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess ; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work," my neighbors cried, And owned thy power divine ; "Great is the work," my heart replied, " And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night ; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come ; They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. Watts. j:>4 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. MALVERN. L. M. L. Mason. i. Jc - sus, en- grave it on my heart, That thou the one thing need- ful art; I could from all things part- ed be, But nev - er, ncv - er, Lord, from thee. m $m ±-*-Z- Si: §=m i m 89 2 Needful is thy most precious blood, To reconcile my soul to God ; Needful is thy indulgent care \ Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 3 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord, True peace and comfort to afford ; Needful thy promise, to impart Fresh life and vigor to my heart. 4 Needful art thou, my guide, my stay, Through all life's dark and weary way; Nor less in death thou 'It needful be, To bring my spirit home to thee. 5 Then needful still, my God, my King, Thy name eternally I'll sing! Glory and praise be ever his, — The one thing needful Jesus is ! 89+ 1 Thou only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my Almighty Friend, And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, A wret< hed wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe I >ne glimpse of happiness afford? Eternal life thy words impart ; ( )n these my fainting spirit live Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; Thou art my Life, my Joy, my Care ; Depart from thee ! 'tis death, 'tis more ; Tis endless ruin, deep despair ! 5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine. 895 Steele. 1 My God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee ; Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth ? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 1 would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone : In secret silence of the mind My heaven, and there my God, I find. Watts. LOVE AND GRATITUDE, HEBRON. L. M, 355 L. Mason. i. Whither, oh, whith- er should I fly But to my lov - ing Saviour's breast? s^ fei fcEgEE^^EE^ F i — r #^#^^^a^ji^^^g^j^ 3 Se - cure with- in thine arms to lie, And safe be- neath thy wings to rest ! # mmm £ fc# 1 ge 2 I have no skill the snare to shun, But thou, O Christ, my Wisdom art ; I ever into ruin run, But thou art greater than my heart. 3 I have no might t' oppose the foe, But everlasting strength is thine ; Show me the way that I should go, Show me the path I should decline. 4 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known ; Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone. 897 say, Wesley. 'Ask what thou And dost thou wilt ? " Lord, I would seize the golden hour : I pray to be released from guilt, And freed from sin and Satan's power. More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; More of thine image let me bear : Erect thy throne within my heart, And reign without a rival there. Give me to read my pardon sealed, And from thy joy to draw my strength • Oh, be thy boundless love revealed And all its height and breadth and length. Grant these requests — I ask no more, But to thy care the rest resign : Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, All shall be well, if thou art mine. 898 Newton. Oh, not my own these verdant hills, And fruits, and flowers, and stream, and wood ; But his who all with glory fills, Who bought me with his precious blood, Oh, not my own this wondrous frame, Its curious work, its living soul ; But his who for my ransom came ; Slain for my sake, he claims the whole. Oh, not my own the grace that keeps My feet from fierce temptations free ; Oh, not my own the thought that leaps, Adoring, blessed Lord, to thee. Oh, not my own ; I'll soar and sing, When life, with all its toils, is o'er, And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring Safe home, to wander nevermore. S. F. Smith. Deny thee ? what ! deny the way That leads to heaven's eternal day ? Deny the Shepherd who will keep Within the fold his wandering sheep ? Deny thee, Lord ! then who will bear My grief, my burden, and my care ? Thou, thou alone canst calm my breast, And bid its weary throbbings rest. 356 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. DUKE STREET. -l 4 L. M. Hatton. i. 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk thro' des-erts dark as night 900 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; She makes the pearly gates appear ; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and clangers fill the way. Watts. 90I i Go, labor thou, while it is day ; The world's dark night is hastening on : Speed, speed thy work, — cast sloth away ! It is not thus that souls are won. 2 Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb : Take up the torch and wave it wide — The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. 3 Toil on — faint not ; keep watch and Be wise the erring soul to win ; [pray ! Go forth into the world's highway; Compel the wanderer to come in. 4 Go, labor on ; your hands are weak ; Your knees are faint, your soul cast down ; But falter not ; tin- prize you seek Is near, — a kingdom and a crown ! BONAR. 1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Should I distribute all my store To feed the hungry, clothe the poor ; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name : 3 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfill, watts, 1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess , So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God, When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Ambition, envy, lust, and pride ; While justice, temperance, truth, and Our inward piety approve. [love, 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. Watts. GRACES AND DUTIES. 357 BERA. L. M. J E. Gould. I. My gracious Lord, I own thy right To ev - ery ser - vice I can pay ; r r . ... f/Jf .- .. r r P.? rJ " w^, r r Hf m ~ii g i g — B*1 ^^ Pl^iRFiP^ ^ *f* And call it my su-preme de - light To hear thy die- tates and o - bey. s^ p p+j^ipip p ^ s :g=F =F= 9D4 2 What is my being but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end, — Thine ever-smiling face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend ! 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good ; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live, To him who for my ransom died ; Nor could the bowers of Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more ; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, his saving power. Doddridge. 9°5 i When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of power and grace, That spread salvation through our race ? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ; Let alms bestowed, let kindness done, Be witnessed by each rolling sun. j 3 That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives ■ Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creation's blot, creation's blank ! 4 But he who marks, from day to day, In generous acts his radiant way, Treads the same path his Saviour trod The path to glory and to God. Gibbons. 906 1 Go, labor on ; spend and be spent ; Thy joy to do the Father's will ; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still ? 2 Go, labor on ; 'tis not for nought ; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain, Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises, — what are men ! 3 Go, labor on ; enough while here If he shall praise thee ; if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; No toil for him shall be in vain. 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice ; For toil comes rest, for exile home ; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal : "Behold, I come !" BONAR. 353 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. MT. AUBURN. C. M. -I U KlNGSLEY. Hap the heart where gra-ces reign, Where love in- spires the breast; Wi=&. Love is the bright - est of the train, And strengthens all the rest. #=§ a- ^ m F T" «L±. _l ,-£= 907 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear • Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there. 3 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease ; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings, In the sweet realms of bliss. Watts. 908 i Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear ; Like thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine ; A im I kindness in our bosoms dwell, As free and true as thine. 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes de- ( >r brethren faithless prove, [fame, Then, like thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. g (Cepl peaceful in the midst of strife. Forgiving and forgiven, Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven I J. S. GURNEY. 909 i Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power ; There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed. That waits its natal hour. 2 A whispered word may touch the hearti And call it back to life ; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3 No act falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its power may be, Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently. 4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be ; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free. 9IO 1 Rich are the joys which cannot die, With God laid up in store ; Treasures beyond the changing sky, Brighter than golden ore. 2 The seeds which piety and love Have scattered here below, In the fair fertile fields above To ample harvests grow. 3 The mite my willing hands can give At Jesus' feet 1 lay ; Grace shall the humble gift receive, Abounding grace repay. GRACES AND DUTIES. ST, MARTINS. C. M. 359 Wm. Tansur, 1735. 911 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone ! 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ! Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 A heart in every thought renewed And filled with love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ; A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart, — Thy new, best name of love. C. Wesley. 912 i Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares ; It yields support in all our toils, And softens all our cares. 2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give ; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live. 3 Unveiling wide the heavenly world, Where endless pleasures reign, It bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain. 4 Faith shows the promise fully sealed With our Redeemer's blood ; It helps our feeble hope to rest Upon a faithful God. 5 There, still unshaken, would we rest, Till this frail body dies, And then, on faith's triumphant wing To endless glory rise. d. Turner. 9If3 1 Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain : — 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms, To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow : He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. Barbauld. 360 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. BEMERTON. C. M. Greatorex. 914 2 I love to kiss each print where Lhou Hast set thine unseen feet ; I cannot fear thee, blessed will, Thine empire is so sweet. 3 I have no cares, O blessed will, For all my cares are thine ; I live in triumph, Lord, for thou Hast made thy triumphs mine. 4 He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost ; God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. 5 111, that God blesses, is our good, And unblest good is ill ; And all is right that seems most wrong If it be his dear will ! 6 When obstacles and trials seem Like prison-walls to be, I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to thee, fader. 9*5 1 Oh, it is hard to work for God, To rise and take his part Upon this battle-field of earth, And not sometimes lose heart ! 2 He hides himself so wonchouslv, As though there was no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are m jst abroad ; 3 Or he deserts us in the hour The fight is all but lost ; And seems to leave us to ourselves Just when we need him most. 4 It is not so, but so it looks ; And we lose courage then ; And doubts will come if God hath kept His promises to men. 5 But right is right, since God is God • And right the day must win ; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin ! Faber. 9l6 i God's glory is a wondrous thing, Most strange in all its ways, And, of all things on earth, least like What men agree to praise. 2 Oh, blessed is he to whom is given The instinct that can tell That God is on the field, when he Is most invisible ! 3 Workman of God ! oh lose not heart, But learn what God is like ; And in the darkest battle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. 4 Oh, learn to scorn the praise of men ! Oli, learn to lose with God ! For Jesus won the world thro' shame, And beckons thee his road. Faher. GRACES AND DUTIES. ELIZABETHTOWN. C. M. 361 George Kingsley. *=i m f =r :g- That will not trem - ble on the brink Of an y earth - ly woe ! 917 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God ; — 3 A faith that shines more bright and When tempests rage without ; [clear That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt ; — 4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown, Nor heeds its scornful smile : That seas of trouble cannot drown, Nor Satan's arts beguile ; — 5 A faith that keeps the narrow way Till life's last hour is fled, And with a pure and heavenly ray Lights up a dying bed. 6 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. Bathurst. 9l8 1 We bless thee for thy peace, O God ! Deep as the soundless sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in thee. 2 We ask not, Father, for repose Which comes from outward rest, If we may have through all life's woes Thy peace within our breast ; — 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial way too long, But leaves the end with thee ; — 4 That peace which flows serene and A river in the soul, [deep — Whose banks a living verdure keep, — God's sunshine o'er the whole ! 919 1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; Let thine outstretched wing Be like the shade of Elim's palm, Beside her desert spring. 2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet, — Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street : — 3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in the hour of pain, Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain ; — 4 Calm in the suffering of wrong, Like him who bore my shame, Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng, Who hate thy holy name. 5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, Soft resting on thy breast ; Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, And bid my spirit rest. Bonar. 362 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. EDMESTON. C. M. I. B. Woodbury. I. Speak gently — it is bet-ter far To rule by love than fear; Speak gently ^3 let no harsh word mar The good we may do here, The good we may do here. ^^m ^fI L L g 1 u r r r F^fl 920 2 Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft and mild — It may not long remain. 3 Speak gently to the young — for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may, Tis full of anxious care. 4 Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run, Let them in peace depart. 5 Speak gently, kindly, to the poor ; Let no harsh tone be heard ; They have enough they must endure, Without an unkind word ! 6 Speak gently to the erring ones — They must have toiled in vain ; Perchance unkindness made them so ; Oh, win them back again ! 7 Speak gently— 'tis a little thing, Dropped in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, that it may bring, Eternity shall tell. Hates. 921 1 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless ; 32 Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor ? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim ; Oh enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor ? he who drinks the cup When sorrow 'drowns the brim ; With words of high sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4 Thy neighbor ? pass no mourner by ; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery ; Go, share thy lot with him. pEAbody. 922 1 Make channels for the streams of love, Where they may broadly run , And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one. 2 But if at an)- time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried. 3 For we must share, if we would keep That blessing from above ; ("easing to give, we cease to have ;-- Such is the law of love. Trench. GRACES AND DUTIES. AH1RA. S. M. 563 Greatorex. To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broad- cast it o'er the land. ni . r- -"i i ^^^^^^^m 923. 2 Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. 3 Thou knowest not which may thrive, The late or early sown ; Grace keeps the precious germ alive, When and wherever strown. 4 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 5 Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 6 Thence when the glorious end, The day of God shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, "Harvest home !" „ - Montgomery. 924. 1 Laborers of Christ, arise, And gird you for the toil ; The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil. 2 Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore ; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallowed lore. 3 Urge, with a tender zeal, The erring child along Where peaceful congregations kneel, And pious teachers throng. 4 Be faith, which looks above, With prayer, your constant guest, And wrap the Saviour's changeless love A mantle round your breast. 5 So shall you share the wealth That earth may ne'er despoil, And the blest gospel's saving health Repay your arduous toil. Mrs. Sigourney, 925 i Love is the fountain whence All true obedience flows ; The Christian serves the God he loves, And loves the God he knows. 2 He treads the heavenly road, And neither faints nor tires ; That generous love which warms his breast, With fortitude inspires. 3 No burden seems so great, No task so hard appears, But this he cheerfully performs, And that he meekly bears. 4 May love, — that shining grace, O'er all my powers preside ; Direct my thoughts, suggest my words, And every action guide ! Beddome. 364 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. KENTUCKY. S. M. 1. A charge to keep I have A God to glo - ri - fy, *-HF P rrzj^^^E^ ^ T- § sfesli =e *ii *2 r- S-^i S3 £ nev - er - dy T soul to save, And fit r for the sky. § p=±^ ^ 926 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill ; Oh, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live ; And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. c. Wesley. 927 1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait ; With joy obey his heavenly word And watch before his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch ! — 'tis your Lord's command ; And while we speak, he's near ; Mark every signal of his hand, And ready all appear. $ Oh, happy servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. DoDDPIOCE. 928 i Faith is a precious grace, Where'er it is bestowed ; It boasts a high, celestial birth, And is the gift of God. 2 Jesus it owns as King, And all-atoning Priest ; It claims no merit of its own, But looks for all in Christ. 3 To him it leads the soul, When filled with deep distress, Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness. Beddome. 929 1 We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be : All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from thee. 2 Oh ! hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs, for whom the Shepherd Are straying from the fold. [bled, 3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is now our work below. 4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing. W. W. How. GRACES AND DUTIES. WILMOT. 8s & 7s. 365 Arranged by L. Mason. I. Al - ways with us, al - ways with us — Words of cheer, and words of love ; m H- 5 s=S m Thus the ris - en Sav - iour whis-pers, From his dwelling- place a - bove. mm w=^ m 930 2 With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none ; Telling us that in the future Golden harvests shall be won. 3 With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear ; Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear. 4 With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream, Lighting up the steps to glory With salvation's radiant beam. Nevin. 93 ? 1 Blessed angels, high in heaven O'er the penitent rejoice : Hast thou for thy brother striven With an importuning voice ? 2 Art thou not thy brother's keeper, Canst thou not his soul obtain ? He that wakes his brother sleeper Double life himself shall gain. 3 Think how words in season spoken, In the sinful heart sink deep, And the first link may have broken Of the chains that round him creep. 21 4 Think of that day when each brother To his brother shall be known : If thy prayers have saved another, God will then thy service own. 5 Then, when ends this life's short fever They, who many turn to God, Like the stars shall shine forever, In th' eternal brotherhood ! 932 1 He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. 2 Soft descend the dews of heaven, Bright the rays celestial shine ; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through an influence all divine. 3 Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let no fears thy soul annoy ; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening ! See the rising grain appear ; Look again ! the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near. Hastings.' 366 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. WORK SONG. 7s & 6s. L. Mason. i. Work, for the night is com - ing, Work thro' the morn-ing hours; wm ¥ Work, while the dew is spark - ling, Work 'mid spring- ing flowers m s t 5? ir=iE Work, when the dajr grows bright - er, Work in the glow - ing sun ; g^-H : £4=^1=^=^^^^ apJE=js^=-j i f -^Pp^ «<, Work for the night is com ing, When man's work is done. £^k m 933 2 Work for the night is coming, Work thro' the sunny noon ; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute, Something to keep in store : Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. 3 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies. Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more ; Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er. RESTING BY AND BY m *=* -t t,U R. Lowry. % % % t I. When faint and weary, toil-ing, The sweat-drops on my brow, I long to rest from i^fe ?=E ^^mrrrw GRACES AND DUTIES. RESTING BY AND BY. Concluded. 367 la - bor, To drop the bur-den now — There comes a gen- tie chid-ing To quell each mourning sigh- " Work.while the day is shining, There's resting by and by." ^^M-f-r^m r r r 1 j-th^j-uuU^^^i I 1 1 CHORUS. Resting by and by, There's resting by and by ; We shall not al-ways la - bor, i f g 'f ,#'.. F ^ f f f.f ^ H^M 1= S HHH We shall not al-ways cry; The end is drawing near-er, The end for which we b!Z=tBZ fe^JEji=g=tJ=M^N^=f-it fe^i i 3EE*e£^E i gill ^eeH^ E^* fc^EEJE sigh; We'll lay our heav-y burd-ens down, There's resting by and by m s. lay M §. ii^f *: I-' \ 934- 2 This life to toil is given, And he improves it best Who seeks by patient labor To enter into rest ; Then pilgrim, worn and weary, Press on, the goal is nigh • The prize is straight before thee, There's resting by and by. 3 Nor ask, when overburdened You long for friendly aid, "Why idle stands my brother, No yoke upon him laid ? " Perhaps he's told to tarry ; Nor stop to ask him why .- " Go labor in my vineyard," There's resting by and by. 4 Wan reaper in the harvest, Let this thy strength sustain,— Each sheaf that fills the garner Brings you eternal gain. Then bear the cross with patience, To fields of duty hie ; 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus — There's resting by and by. Sidney Dyer, 368 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE HERMON. C. M. L. Mason. * * * * i. Lord, shall we part with gold for dross, With sol - id good... for show? Out- live our bliss, and mourn our loss In ev - er - last - ing woe? mr^^ e e mm 935 2 Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy : With fond embrace cling to a clod, And fling all heaven away. 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy ; And rate our precious souls too dear, For all thy wealth to buy. 1 Oh not to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred ; Oh give me a diviner name, — Call me thy servant, Lord. 2 Sweet title that delighteth me, Rank earnestly implored ; Oh what can reach the dignity ( )f thy true servants, Lord ? 3 No longer would my soul be known A > self-sustained and free ; Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own, Lord, I belong to thee. 4 In lit", in death, on earth, in heaven, No other name for me ; The same sweet style and title given Through all eternity. Thomas II Gn.i.. 937 1 One thing alone, dear Lord ! I dread — To have a secret spot That separates my soul from thee, And yet to know it not. 2 But if this weariness hath come A present from on high. Teach me to find the hidden wealth That in its depths may lie. 3 If this drear change be thine, O Lord! If it be thy sweet will, Spare not, but to the very brim The bitter chalice fill. 4 But if it hath been sin of mine, Oh, show that sin to me ! Not to get back the sweetness lost, But to make peace with thee. 5 So in this darkness I can learn To tremble and adore, To sound my own vile nothingness, And thus to love thee more. 6 Oh, blesstd be this darkness then, This deep in which I lie, And blessed be all things that teach God's dread Supremacy! Faber. CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH. DE FLEURY. 8s. Double. 36$ De Fleury. i. How tedious and tasteless the hours When Je-sus no longer I see! fefe^ m m ^^ Ei Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow'rs Have lost all their sweetness with me : cMC MHHf--£^5 u=m fe£ =f=^ £^U^U^^rr4Tti^^^i^£m w- The mid-summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay, M ^S— *L ^^k^^i^^m f^T* But when I am hap-py in him, De - cem- ber's as pleasant as May. ^ ^ u k ¥ 938 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice : I should, were he always so nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I ; My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind : While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. Dear Lord, if indeed, I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine ? And why are my winters so long? Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky; Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; Or take me to thee up on high, Where winter and clouds are na more. Newtov. 3/Q THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. COVENTRY. C. M. Arranged by L. Mason. i ^t Then would my hours glide sweet a - way, While lean - ing on his word. 4J z .J-^-g .^g JT -r-rtr i i^§ M E feEfe 939 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live Anew from day to day, In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away. 3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine. 4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore ; And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more. B. Cleavland. 940 t Long have I sat beneath the sound ( )f thy salvation, Lord ; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word ! > Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear almost in vain ; How small a portion of thy grace \l> memorj 1 an retain ! g How cold and feeble is my love, I [ow neglig< nt my fear, How low my hope of joys above, 1 low few affections there ' 4 Great God, thy sovereign power impart To give thy word success ; Write thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high : There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die. Watts. 9+1 1 The bird let loose in eastern skies, When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. 2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay. Where nothing earthly bounds her flight. Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me. Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft through faith's serener air To hold my course 60 thee. 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings. Moore. 5' CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH. CLARENDON. C. M. 371 I. Tucker. iS m teiiz^T^ 11=13 1. Ob, for '(=: -f=:- calm and heavenly frame ! clos - er walk with God ! A ffil j^i ^— ^ ^ E^ 2=E E^ g^ F A light to shine up - on the road That leads me to J-. h~L **. .- _ „ ~Jgl i ?^s * -LJ: the Lamb ' H 1 £ :*=- i5^ 942 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return Sweet messenger of rest ; INGLESIDE. C. M. I hate the sins that 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 be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb, cowpek. WlESENTHAL. 1. Oh, for a clos-erwalk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine up- on the road That leads me to the Lamb ! Where is the blessed-ness I knew, When J3^|^^E^S^S^^^ 3=^3 first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-re-freshing view Of Je - sus and his word? 372 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE ORWELL. L. M. L. Mason. i. My on - ly Sav - iour ! when I feel Overwhelmed in spir - it, faint, op-pressed, f=r ; /i j:^M-t^HhriJ -+4^ 'Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneel Low at thy feet, thou art my rest. 943 2 I'm weary of the strife within ; Strong powers against my soul contest; Oh, let me turn from self and sin To thy dear cross, for there is rest ! 3 Oh ! sweet will be the welcome day, When, from its toils and woes released, My parting soul in death shall say, " Now, Lord ! I come to thee for rest." 944 i O Love Divine ! that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On thee we cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while thou art near. 2 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near. 3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us thou art near. 4 On thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear ; Content to suffer while we know, Living or dying, thou art near ! O. W. Holmes. 945 i Father ! beneath thy shelt'ring wing In sweet security we rest, And fear no evil earth can bring, In life, in death, supremely blest. 2 P'or life is good whose tidal flow The motions of thy will obeys ; And death is good, that makes us know The Life Divine that all things sways. 3 And good it is to bear the cross, And so thy perfect peace to win : And nought is ill, nor brings us InSS. Nor works us harm, save only sin. 4 Redeemed from this, we ask no more, Hut trust the love that saws to guide : The grace that yields so rich a store, Will grant us all we need beside. AN'. H. Burleigh. CONFLICT AND TRIUMFH BETHANY. 6s & 4s. 373 L. Mason. i. Near - er, my God, to thee, Near - er to thee ! E'en though it be a cross D.s. Near - er, my God, to thee, ^^^m e ■pr^-0-r-Vi-^ I Fine. ippthh. D.S. e=:s§ f- That rais-eth me, Near-er to thee! r Still all my song shall be, Near - er, my God, to thee, J^- fe^E ^^ =&=b ^^ ^ i — T^: 94-6 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. Sarah f. Adams, 947 Saviour ! thy dying love Thou gavest me, Nor should I aught withhold, Dear Lord, from thee. In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfill its vow, Some off 'ring bring thee now; Something for thee. O'er the blest mercy-seat, Pleading for me, My feeble faith looks up, Jesus, to thee. Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare, Some song to raise, or prayer, Something for thee. Give me a faithful heart — Likeness to thee, That each departing day Henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, Something for thee. s. d. Phelps. 374 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ROTHWELL L. M. A rr. by I . Mason. ^^Eg^it^iiii I. Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy.Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross. And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, — Press forward to the heavenly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Watts. 949 i Let me but hear my Saviour say, " Strength shall be equal to thy day ; " Then I rejoice in deep distress, Upheld by all-sufficient grace. 2 I can do all things — or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains. 3 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power ma) resl on me ; When I am weak, then am 1 strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. w vits. 950 1 Jesus, while this rough desert soil I tread, be thou my guide and stay : Nerve me for conflict and for toil j Uphold me on my stranger-way ! 2 Jesus, in heaviness and fear, 'Mid cloud, and shade, and gloom stray, For earth's last night is drawing near ; Oh, cheer me on my stranger-way ! 3 Jesus, in solitude and grief, When sun and stars withhold their ray, Make haste, make haste to my relief! Oh, light me on my stranger-way ! 4 Jesus, in weakness of this flesh, When Satan grasps me for his prey, Oh, give me victory afresh, And speed me on my stranger-way ! r\ r 1 Bonar. i Beset with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand ; Saviour Divine ! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right 2 Engage this roving treacherous heart, Great God ! to choose the better part To scorn the trifles of a day For joys that none can take away. 3 If thou, my Saviour, still art nigh, ( Iheerful I live, and joyful die : Secure, when mortal comforts flee. To find eternal joys in thee. „ » Doddridge. CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH 375 MISSIONARY CHANT. L. M. -l 1- i. Awake, our souls ! a - way, our fears ! Let ev-ery trembling thought be gone ; *— £— % =P=£=£ e£ | fcH t5 12.? £ ■J — i fejzj jJj=3=^^=J^ ■sm ^=^ Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful cour-age on ! £ m E£ T^ t±5= ^= 952 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road ! Watts. 953 i Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host ; Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 3 Thou treadest on enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all, guard every part — But most the traitor in thy heart. 4 The terror and the charm repel, The powers of earth, and powers of hell ; The Man of Calv'ry triumphed here : Why should his faithful followers fear? 5 Come then, my soul ! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor, from above, Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. Barbauld. 954 i My soul, what hast thou done for God ? Look o'er thy misspent years and see, Sum up what thou hast clone for God, And then what God hath done for thee. 2 He made thee when he might have* made [more ; A soul that would have loved him He rescued thee from nothingness. And set thee on life's happy shore. 3 What hast thou done for God, my soul ? Look o'er thy misspent years and see ; Cry from thy worse than nothingness — Cry for his mercy upon thee ! Faber. 376 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. CHRISTMAS. CM. Handel. I. Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race cie- mands thy zeal, And an im - mor-tal crown, i T^T^ And J3 an im- mor-tal crown. f. fcd •S b=t= a 955 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victor's wreaths and monarch's gems Shall blend in common dust. 5 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have I my race begun ; And, crowned with victory, at thy feet J '11 lay my honors down. DoDDKIDGE. 956' i O Israel, to thy tents repair : Why thus secure on hostile ground? Thy King commands thee to beware, For many toes thy camp surround. 2 The trumpet gives a martial strain : O Israel, gird thee for the fighl ! Arise, the i ombal to maintain. And put thine enemies to flight ! 3 Thou shouldst not Bleep, as others do ; A .-. ake : be vigilant ; be bra\ e I * Sing to Rothwtllypagi 374. =T^ The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave. 4 A nobler lot is cast for thee ; A kingdom waits thee in the skies : With such a hope, shall Israel flee, Or yield, through weariness, the prize ? 5 No ! let a careless world repose And slumber on through life's short clay, While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away ! Kelly. 957 1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul ! Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing 's half so dull. 2 The little ants, for one poor grain, Labor, and tug, and strive ; Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live ! 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands. And stars their courses move ; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above ; — 4 We, for whom Cod the Son came down, And labored for our good, How careless to secure that crown He purchased with his blood ! Watts. CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH. 377 LABAN. S. M. L. Mason. mm 4=u=i=d=z^ =* I. My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thou - sand foes a - rise ; ws^s. 3: £: -£~ P j=£^e 5: F^ ^ pi sfe ^ ^k l^SE p* And hosts of sin =**: are press -fs. % u ing hard To draw thee from the skies. J m S-- m m ^m 958 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er ; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down : Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. Heath. 959 1 My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee by his grace ; Now loose thee from each cumbering And bend thee to the race. [load, 2 Make thy salvation sure ; All sloth and slumber shun ; Nor dare a moment rest secure, Till thou the goal hast won. 3 Thy crown of life hold fast ; Thy heart with courage stay ; Nor let one trembling glance be cast Along the backward way. 4 Thy path ascends the skies, With conq'ring footsteps bright ; And thou shalt win and wear the prize In everlasting light. 96 O The people of the Lord Are on their way to heaven ; There they obtain their great reward ; The prize will there be given. 'Tis conflict here below ; 'Tis triumph there, and peace : On earth we wrestle with the foe ; In heaven our conflicts cease. 'Tis gloom and darkness here ; 'Tis light and joy above ; There all is pure, and all is clear ; There all is peace and love. There rest shall follow toil, And ease succeed to care : The victors there divide the spoil ; They sing and triumph there. Then let us joyful sing ; The conflict is not long: We hope in heaven to praise our King In one eternal song. Kelly. 961 The harvest dawn is near, The year delays not long ; And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song. Sad to his toil he goes, His seed with weeping leaves ; But he shall come, at twilight's close, And bring his golden sheaves. Burgess. 3;8 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE MORNINGTON. S. M. MORNINGTON. t g I, Sol - diers of Christ, a - rise, ^§^ e£ And gird your ar - mor on, p— rf— pm ^^-j^^^^Eg ^ =*=st ^3=*. Strong in the strength which God sup- plies, Through his e - ter - nal Son ^ J. W :- - i- A -f=- * -r &rs I i 962 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul ; Take every virtue, every ?race, And fortify the whole. 4 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued, And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God : 5 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome thro' Christ alone, And stand complete at last. 6 From strength to strength go on ; Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 963 C. Wesley. i What cheering words are these ; Their sweetness who can tell? In time and to eternal days, "'Tis with (he righteous well." 2 In every state secure, Kept as Jehovah's eye, 'Tis well with them while life endures, And well when called to die. 3 Well when they see his face, Or sink amidst the flood ; Well in affliction's thorny maze, Or on the mount with God. 4 'Tis well when joys arise, 'Tis well when sorrows flow, 'Tis well when darkness vails the skies, And strong temptations grow. 5 'Tis well when Jesus calls, "From earth and sin arise, To join the hosts of ransomed souls, Made to salvation wise !" Kent, 964 1 My soul, weigh not thy life Against thy heavenly crown ; Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife To beat thy courage down. 2 With prayer and crying strong, Hold on the fearful fight, And let the breaking day prolong The wrestling of the night. 3 The battle soon will yield If thou thy part fulfil ; For strong as is the hostile shield, Thy sword is stronger still. 4 Thine armor is divifie, Thy feet with victory shod ; And on thy head shall quickly shine The diadem of God. CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH. WEBB. 7s & 6s. j>/9 G. J. Webb. . Stand up, stand up for Je - sus, Ye sol-diers of the cross! Lift high his roy - al han - ner, It must not suf - fer loss : D. S. Till ev - ery foe is van-quished, And Christ is Lord in - deed. 6 m T ^P^ .D.S. ^S my shall he lead, From vie - tory un - to vie - tory His ar 9^5 Stand up, stand up for Jesus ! The trumpet call obey ; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day : " Ye that are men, now serve him " Against unnumbered foes ; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. Stand up, stand up for Jesus ! Stand in his strength alone ; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own : Put on the gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer, Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. Stand up, stand up for Jesus ! The strife will not be long ; This day the noise of battle, The next the victor's song : To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be ; He with the King of Glory Shall reign eternally. DuFFIELD. 966 I need thee, Precious Jesus, For I am very poor ; A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store ; I need the love of Jesus To cheer me on my way, To guide my doubting footsteps, To be my strength and stay. I need thee. Precious Jesus, I need a friend like thee, A friend to soothe and pity, A friend to care for me : I need the Heart of Jesus To feel each anxious care, To tell my every trial, And all my sorrows share. I need thee, Precious Jesus, And hope to see thee soon Encircled with the rainbow, And seated on thy throne ; There, with thy blood-bought children, My joy shall ever be, To sing thy praises, Jesus, To gaze, my Lord, on thee. F.Whitfield. 380 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, PLEYEL'S HYMN. 7s. Pleyel. &fe} i M^ 4 % trtF%- Sing your Sav - iour's wor- thy praise, Glo- rious in his works and ways m^--=^=--h^^^rn^rm -^ T Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee. Cennick. 967 Ye are traveling home to God In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; There your seat is now prepared ; There your kingdom and reward. VICTORY. 7s. 4- Arr. by Wm. B. Bradbury. m^w^^s. i r 1 1 — * — f= f= — o-J & <=. 979 2 Listen, Christian ; their hosanna Rolleth o'er thee : " God is love,'' Write upon thy red-cross banner, " Upward ever ; heaven 's above.'' 3 By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won ; Tread it without shrinking, brother ; Jesus trod it ; press thou on. 4 Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace, While it needs thee ; oh ! no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. 5 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather, That thou be a faithful son ; By the prayer of Jesus, " Father, Not my will, but thine, be done." Johnson. 980 i list's calls us, o'er the tumult ( )f our life's wild restless sea, I ) ty by day his sweet voice soundeth, Saying, "Christian, follow me." 2 Jesus calls us — from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, 11 each idol that would keep us — Saying, "Christian, love n e more." 3 In our joys and in our sorrows, I ) ays of toil, and hours of ease, Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love me more than these.'' 1 Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow, Pressing onward to the prize, Strength and comfort here we borrow From the Hand that rules the skies. 2 'Mid these scenes of self-denial, We are called the race to run j We must meet full many a trial Ere the victor's crown is won. 3 Love shall every conflict lighten, Hope shall urge us swifter on, Faith shall every prospect brighten, Till the morn of heaven shall dawn. Hastings 98 i Jesus only, when the morning Beams upon the path I tread ; Jesus only, when the darkness Gathers round my weary head. 2 Jesus only, when the billows Cold and sullen o'er me roll ; Jesus only, when the trumpet Rends the tomb and wakes the soul. 3 Jesus only, when in judgment Boding fears my heart appall ; Jesus only, when the Wretched On the rocks and mountains call. 4 Jesus only, when, adoring. Saints their crowns before him bring ; Jesus only, I will, joyous, Through eternal ages sing. Nasor< AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 335 ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M. BoRTNIANSKY. $ When gathering clouds a-round I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, ) " I On him I lean, who not in vain, Ex - perienced ev - ery hu - man pain ; [ ^^^=^^^^ i He sees my wants, al - lays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. ^# P 1 i =r 983 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the ill I would not do ; Still, he who felt temptation's power, Will guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well ; He shall his pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer woe ; At once betrayed, denied, or fled, By those who shared his daily bread. 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers what was once a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while ; Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead ! 5 And oh ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last ; Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for thou hast died ! Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away ! Robert Grant. 984 1 As oft, with worn and weary feet, We tread earth's rugged valley o'er, The thought — how comforting and sweet ! Christ trod this very path before ! Our wants and weaknesses he knows, From life's first dawning to its close. 2 Do sickness, feebleness, or pain, Or sorrow in our path appear, The recollection will remain, More deeply did he suffer here ! His life, how truly sad and brief, Filled up with suff'ring and with grief! 3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray, And whisper evil things within, So did he, in the desert way, Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin ; When worn, and in a feeble hour, The tempter came with all his power. 4 Just such as I, this earth he trod, With every human ill but sin ; And, though indeed the very God, As I am now, so he has been. My God, my Saviour, look on me With pity, love, and sympathy. WlLBERFORCZ 386 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. WOODWORTH. L. M. Wji. B. Bradbury. With tear-ful r5 eyes look a -round; Life seems a dark and storm-y sea Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whis-per, Come to 985 2 It tells me of a place of rest ; It tells me where my soul may flee : Oh ! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding, Come to me ! 3 When the poor heart with anguish learns That earthly props resigned must be, And from each broken cistern turns, It hears the accents, Come to me ! 4 When nature shudders, loth to part From all I love, enjoy, and see ; When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, Come to me ! 5 Come, for all else must fail and die ; Earth is no resting-place for thee ; I [eavenward direct thy weeping eye ; I am thy Portion ; Come to me ! 6 ( ) voice of mercy, voice of love ! In conflict, grief, and agony, Support me, cheer me from above, And gently whisper, Come to me ! C. Elliott. 986 i My Cod, my Father, while T stray I from my home, on life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, '■Thy will be done, thy will be done !" 2 Wh li though in lonely grief I sigh I 01 friends beloved no longer nigh : Submissive still would I reply, " Thy will be done, thy will be done !" 3 If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; I only yield thee what was thine : " Thy will be done, thy will be done I 4 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest ; " Thy will be done, thy will be clone !" 987 C. Elliott. i The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; ( Hit of the depths to thee I call ; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 Amidst the roaring of the sea. My soul still hangs her hopes on thee ; Thy constant love, thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair. 3 Though tempest-tost, and half a wreck, My Saviour through the Hoods 1 seeks Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shattered bark again ! 4 () Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm ; Defend me from each threatening ill ; Control the waves; say, "Peace! bfl still. CowrER. AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 387 DAISY HILL. L. M. 1. Oh, deem not they are blest a - lone, Whose lives a peace - ful bless-ing for the eyes... that weep, A bless-ing for the eyes that weep. ag^ tS- £ gau—p- PPE 988 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years. 3 There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. 4 Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny ; Tho' with a pierced and broken heart, And spurned of men, he goes to die. 5 For God has marked each sorrowing And numbered every secret tear, [day, And heaven's long age of bliss shall For all his children suffer here, [pay 989 Bryant. I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent To break the dream of human power, For now, my shallow cistern spent, I find thy fount, and thirst no more. 2 I take thy hand, and fears are still ; Behold thy face, and doubts remove ; Who would not yield his wavering will To perfect truth and boundless love ! 3 That truth gives promise of a dawn, Beneath whose light I am to see, When all these blinding vails are drawn, This was the wisest path for me. 99O 1 Thy will be done ! I will not fear The fate provided by thy love ; Tho' clouds and darkness shroud me I know that all is bright above, [here, 2 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears ; The hopes of earth indeed are g*one, But are not ours the immortal years ? 3 Father ! forgive the heart that clings, Thus trembling, to the things of time : And bid my soul, on angel wings, Ascend into a purer clime, j. r0ecoe. 388 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. SILOAM. C. M. I. B. Woodbury. r?f^tji££d ijJ i i. O Lord ! my best de gcr~£ sires ful - fill, £=- And % q& help re - sign ^^3 SS ' 6 J I lllll g y its Life, health, and com - fort to thy will, And make thy pleas - ure mine. m ^^M 99 1 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears ? 3 No ! rather let me freely yield What most I prize, to thee Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me. 4 Thy favor, all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant : What else I want, or think I do, 'Tis better still to want. COWPER. 992 i O Lord ! I would delight in thee, And on thy care depend ; To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. 2 When all created streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same ; M iy I with this he satisfied, And glory in thy name ! 3 No good in (natures can be found, But id iy be found in thee ; I in* 1 have all things, and abound, \\ liile ()(»d is God to me. j He that has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide ; While < 'hiist is rich, « an I be poor? What can 1 want beside? 5 O Lord ! I cast my care on thee ; I triumph and adore ; Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more. Rylanp. 993 1 O thou, who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee ! 2 The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 But thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; 5 Oh, who could bear life's stormy doom, I >id not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting thro' the gloom Our peace-branch from above: 6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds iA' light We never saw by day. a , >R] . tee AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 389 HELENA. CM. Wm. B. Bradbury. f S^ ^^= m 1. O thou, from whom all goodness flows, lift ^g 3g- my heart to thee ; g 3^ l 1 J — Us) J p, gl-JTgi g=p n=g I gL— J J I -- .1 s In all my sor - rows, con- flicts, woes, Dear Lord, re - mem- ber me ^ £Xg=g: P^ ^^ ^ -rp-T-fr- 994 2 When groaning on my burdened heart My sins lie heavily, My pardon speak, new peace impart, In love remember me ! 3 Temptations sore obstruct my way ; And ills I cannot flee : Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day; For good remember me ! 4 Distrest in pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see ! Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; Hear, and remember me ! 5 If on my face, for thy dear Name, Shame and reproaches be ; All hail reproach, and welcome shame, If thou remember me ! 6 The hour is near ; consigned to death I own the just decree : " Saviour !" with my last parting breath, I'll cry, " Remember me ! " Thomas Haweis. 995 1 One prayer I have — all prayers in one — When I am wholly thine ; Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine. 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In thee I firmly trust ; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember that to thee Whate'er I have I owe ; And back, in gratitude, from me May all thy bounties flow. 4 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will ? No, let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still." 5 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed ; And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest. Montgomery. 996 1 In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way ; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good, Which prosperous days refused ; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they 're bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs By furious blasts are driven ; So life's tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to thee. 3QO THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. NAOMI. C. M. L. Mason. i. Fa - ther ! whate'er of earth- ly bliss Thy sov-ereign will dc - nies, i • f — r g- ^ •&* g^^i 1 £E q^: m A f 3=*=2= *=*= 5 Ac - cept-ed thy throne of grace, Let this pe gMU-fr g p^^^CT • ti - tion 997 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ! The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end." Steele. 998 1 " Remember me," my Saviour God, Whilst here on earth I stay ; Give strength to bear affliction's rod, And faith to watch and pray. 2 " Remember me," when fortune smiles, And scenes are bright and fair, Lest I should fall, through Satan's wiles, Beneath his baneful snare. 3 " Remember me ;" thy voice I'll greet In all thy dealings here; Oh, let thy Spirit guide my feet, And I shall never fear. 4 " Remember me ;" stand near my side, Where'er my lot may be ; And when by Jordan's swelling tide, () Lord, "remember me." 999 1 Win v musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, 'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Lather's will ; 'Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still. 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys The path that leads to light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise. And lose herself in sight. 4 Oh, let me wing my hallowed flight From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Saviour's bliss to share. G. T. Noel. IOOO 1 Oh, help us, Lord ! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give ; 1 1 elp us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. 2 Oh, help us, when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore ! And when our hearts are cold and dead, ( )h, help us, Lord, the more! 3 Oh, help us, bather, from on high, — We know no help but thee ! < >h, help us, Lord, to live and die, And thine in heaven to be! milman. AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 391 ELIZABETHTOWN. C. M. George Kingsley. #r? - — , S -^ f* f ignniiif m ^ r"r --SZT- In strength and weakness, joy and woe, To God's high call - ing true !- ?. ^ £ fr-U g ^e9: a 1004 2 Why move ye thus, with lingering tread, V doubting, mournful band? Why faintly hangs the drooping head ? Why fails the feeble hand? 3 Oh! weak to know a Saviour's power, To feel a Father's care ; A moment's toil, a passing shower, Is all the grief ye share. 4 The orb of light, though clouds awhile May hide his noon tide ray, Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile To gild the closing day, — 5 And, bursting through the dusky shroud That dared his power invest, Ride throned in light o'er every cloud, Triumphant to his rest. 6 Then, Christian, dry the falling tear, The faithless doubt remove ; Redeemed at last from guilt and fear, ( )Ii wake thy heart to love. Bowdlei;. 1005 1 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep For human ministry ; It knows not how to tell itself To any but to thee. 2 Thou dosl remember still, amid The glories of ( tod's thr< me, The sorrows of mortality, — For they were once thine own. 3 Jesus ! my fainting spirit brings Its fearfulness to thee ! Thine eye, at least, can penetrate The clouded mystery. 4 It is enough, my precious Lord, Thy tender sympathy ! My every sin and sorrow can Devolve itself on thee. Bonar. I006 i Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live ; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give. 2 If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey ; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day ? 3 Christ leads me through no darkei rooms Than he went through before ; lie that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. .) Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For, if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be ? AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 393 NORTHFIELD. C. M. Ingalls. Yea, ^d=N=]4^#iia I. If God is mine, then present things, And things to come, are mine; Yea.Christ, his word and mm £ mm ^^^ ffff^ Christ, his word and Spi-rit too, And glo-ry all di - vine, tab E^ki =St=S= sa i ^i=£ 3 T~r~r~T Spirit too, Yea, Christ, his word and Spi-rit too, And glo - ry all di-vine Yea, Christ, his word and Spi-rit too, - \ ^^ ^r^H ^ ^ » ^e==Ie I007 2 If he is mine, then from his love, He every trouble sends ; All things are working for my good, And bliss his rod attends. 3 If he is mine, I need not fear The rage of earth and hell ; He will support my feeble frame, Their utmost force repel. 4 If he is mine, let friends forsake, — Let wealth and honors flee — Sure he, who giveth me himself, Is more than these to me. If he is mine, I'll boldly pass Through death's tremendous vale ; He is a solid comfort, when All other comforts fail. 6 Oh, tell me, Lord ! that thou art mine ; What can I wish beside ? My soul shall at the fountain live, When all the streams are dried. Beddome. Altered. IOO8 i Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears ; Be mercy all your theme ; Mercy, which like a river flows In one continued stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell : God will these powers restrain ; 1 His mighty arm their rage repel, And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone : He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son. 4 Fear not the terrors of the grave, Or death's tremendous sting ; He will from endless wrath preserve, To endless glory bring. beddome. IOO9 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing : Pilgrims for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road ; Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your gracious God. 3 There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head ; While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled. 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; Pursue his footsteps still ; And let the prospect cheer your eye While laboring up the hill. Doddridge. 5 3Q4 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. SHAWMUT. S. M. L. Mason. IOIO 2 Thro' waves, thro' clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou his time ; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 Still heavy is thy heart ? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, Bid every care be gone. 4 What though thou rulest not ! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. Gerhardt. IOII i If, through unruffled seas, Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the favoring gale. 2 But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come, Blest be the sorrow — kind the storm, Which drives us nearer home. 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears All yield to thy control : Thy tender mercies shall illume The midnight of the soul. 4 Teach us, in every state, To make thy will our own ; And when the joys of sense depart, To live bv faith alone. * The small notes are /or the Organ. | IOI2 i Where wilt thou put thy trust? In a frail form of clay, That to its element of dust Must soon resolve away ? 2 Where wilt thou cast thy care ? Upon an erring heart, Which hath its own sore ills to bear, And shrinks from sorrow's dart? 3 No ! place thy trust above This shadowy realm of night, In him, whose boundless power and love Thy confidence invite. 4 His mercies still endure When skies and stars grow dim, His changeless promise standeth sure, Go, — cast thy care on him. Mrs. Sigournev. IOI3 1 The Lord himself will keep His people safe from harm ; Will hold the helm, and guide the ship, With his almighty arm. 2 Then let the tempest roar, The billows heave and swell ; We hope to reach the peaceful shore Where all the ransomed dwell. 3 And when we gain the land. How happy shall we be! How shall we bless the mighty hand That led us through the sea 1 AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 395 OLMUTZ. S. M. Arr. by L. Mason. i ^^ ^ * =§ Loud to the praise of Love di - vine ^^ ^ ^ Bid ev - ery string a - wake. * -<=- ¥ IOI4 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine, Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine. 4 When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name. 5 Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee ! Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see. Toplady. IOl5 1 Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, "Blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest !" 2 Upon the willows long My harp had silent hung : How should I sing a cheerful song Till thou inspire my tongue ? 3 My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee ; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. 4 To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road : When shall I pass the wilderness And reach the saints' abode ? 5 God of my life, be near ! On thee my hopes I cast ; Oh guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last. lyte. IOl6 1 My soul, with joy attend, While Jesus silence breaks ; No angel's harp such music yields, As what my Shepherd speaks. 2 " I know my sheep," he cries • " My soul approves them well : Vain is the world's delusive guise, And vain the rage of hell. 3 " I freely feed them now With tokens of my love ; But richer pastures I prepare, And sweeter streams, above. 4 " Unnumbered years of bliss J to my people give ; And while my throne unshaken stands Shall all my chosen live. 5 " This tried, almighty hand Is raised for their defence ; Where is the power shall reach them there, Or what shall force them thence ? " Doddridge. ]96 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. OLIVET. 6s & 4s. L. Mason. i. My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Cal-va-ry, Sav-iour di-vine ! Now hear me mm P$m 3* ^-^— ^ ^ ¥ =± ^M m % 9 % '■ >bg i^f *^t ^ while I pray, Take all my guilt a-way, Oh, let me from this day Bewhol-ly thine. m g=r*-^-£-g-B=g=B 3= 351 = rr=F= 1017 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart ; My zeal inspire ; As thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire. 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to-day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour ! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; Oh, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul ! Ray Palmer. IOl8 i Saviour, 1 look to thee, Be not thou far from me, 'Mid storms that lower On me thy care bestow, Thy loving-kindness show, Thine arms around me throw, Each trying hour. Saviour, I look to thee, Feeble as infancy, Gird up my heart. Author of life and light, Thou hast an arm of might, Thine is the sovereign right, Thy strength impart. Saviour, I look to thee, Let me thy fulness see, Save me from fear ; While at thy cross I kneel, All my backalidings heal, And a free pardon seal, My soul to cheer. Saviour, I '00k to thee, Thine shall the glory be, Hearer of prayer: Thou art my only aid, On thee my soul is stayed, Naught can my heart invade, While thou art near. Hastings. AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 397 VIOLA. 7s. 6 lines. Fine. IOI9 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne List'nest to thy people's moan ; Thou, the living Head, dost share Ev'ry pang thy members bear : Full of tenderness thou art, Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; Full of pow'r, thine arm shall quell All the rage and might of hell. 3 Mighty to redeem and save, Thou hast overcome the grave ; Thou the bars of death hast riv'n, . Open'd wide the gate of heav'n : Soon in glory thou shalt come, Taking thy poor pilgrims home ; Jesus, then we all shall be Ever, ever, Lord, with thee. I020 1 When our heads are bowed with woe, . When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear : Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 2 When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Gracious Son of Mary hear ! 26 Thou hast bo .ved the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier : Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 3 When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! Thou, the shame, the grief hast known; Though the sins were not thine own, Thou hast deigned their load to bear t Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! MlLMAlt. I02I 1 Jesus, grant me this I pray, Ever in thy heart to stay ; Let me evermore abide Hidden in thy wounded side. If the evil one prepare, Or the world, a tempting snare, I am safe when I abide In thy heart and wounded side. * 2 If the flesh, more dangerous still, Tempt my soul to deeds of ill, Naught I fear when I abide In thy heart and wounded side. Death will come one day to me ; Jesus, cast me not from thee : Dying let me still abide In thy heart and wounded side. H. W. Baker. 398 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, ROBINSON. 8s & 7s. Double. 5fc5i ' Manhattan Coll." Fine., i PP^P ■^=sr- \ All P dy - ing ; hearts are breaking Which to ours were close - ly bound ; \ ' \ And the lips have ceased from speaking Which once ut - tered such sweet sound D. c. And the eyes are dim and dy-ing, Which once watched us night and day ■&M^¥ £r^fe PT^TT^I mm s w fH\ ™ -I I -IJ J ^H^J4f OU^ ,2?. C. And the arms are powerless ly ing, Which were our sup - port and stay ; 1022 2 Everything we love and cherish Hastens onward to the grave ; Earthly joys and pleasures perish, And whate'er the world e'er gave : All is fading, all is fleeing ; Earthly flames must cease to glow, Earthly beings cease from being, Earthly blossoms cease to blow. 3 Yet unchanged while all decayeth, Jesus stands upon the dust ; Lean on me alone, he sayeth ; Hope and love, and firmly trust ! Oh, abide, abide with Jesus, Who himself forever lives, Who from death eternal frees us, Yea, who life eternal gives ! I023 1 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us Through this gloomy vale of tears ; Through the changes thou'st decreed us, Till our last great change appears. When temptation's darts assail us, When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way. 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near. Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear. When this mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till, by angel-bands attended, We awake among the blest. Hastings. 1024 i Jesus, I am never weary, When upon the bed of pain ; If thy presence only cheer me, All my loss I count but gain : Ever near me — Ever near me, Lord, remain ! 2 Dear ones come with fruit and flowers, Thus to cheer my heart the while In the deeply anxious hours ; — Hut it is not Jesus' smile ! Only Jesus Can my trembling fears beguile. AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 399 3 Dearest Saviour ! go not from me ; Let thy presence still' abide : Look in tenderest love upon me — As I'm nestling in thy side : Dearest Saviour ! — Who for suffering sinners died. 4 Both mine arms I'll clasp around thee, And my head upon thy breast ; For my weary soul has found thee Such a perfect, perfect rest. Dearest Saviour, Now I know that I am blest! Mrs. Weiss. HOPE. 8s, 7s & 4s. SOLO. John Mason. DUET. ffiH^ ^EE^^sir -> II y % i :-H-trpi I. O my soul, what means this sad-ness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down ? W ^ ^ ^ DUET. ¥ ?r-j> I j__j_ TRIO. ^ m m w * — #■ Let thy grief be turned to glad - ness ; Bid thy rest - less fears be - gone VOICE. ^ S3 sir J- ^^ 5^£ TUTTI. f I i t\im 3 Look to Je - sus, Look to Je - sus, And re- joice in his dear Name. ■*■ ->*- ' i8- £ £ j*- • i"- 1*- • £ -f- -<*- £=£=tf= IO25 2 What though Satan's strong tempta- tions Vex and grieve thee day by day ; And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay ; Thou shalt conquer Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee From without and from within ; * May be sung also to Tunt on ofifiosite j>age. Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee But will save from hell and sin ; He is faithful To perform his gracious word. 4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou tread'st the thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he'll bring thee home to God ; Therefore praise him, Praise the great Redeemer's name. Fawcett. 400 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, FULTON. 7s. Wm. B. Bradbury. p^m 33 s^r ^ m s=* mm I. In the hour of my M dis - tress, When temp- ta - tions me op - press, t ^ f-Hh4 ^^ ^3 fi £ *s= * r J And when I my sins con - fess — Then, sweet Spi-rit, com -fort me. ^ F F AH + ^=i^3^ s ^ ^ 4 When the tempter me pursueth, With the sins of all my youth, And condemns me with untruth — Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. 5 When the judgment is reveal'd, And that opened which was seal'd, When to thee I have appeal'd — Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. Vaughn. I026 2 When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts disquieted — Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. 3 When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drowned in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep — Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. MARTH. 7s & 5s. Peculiar. J. P. HOLBROOK. i*» I IT 1. In the dark and cloud -y day, When earth's rich- es flee a - way, And the last hope will not stay, Sav - iour. com - fort me!. =pi|==^^^i 1027 2 When the secret idol 's gone That my poor heart yearned upon, — 1 desolate, bereft, alone, Saviour, comfort me ! 3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, In tin- darkness crucified, Bid me in thy love confide ; S.r. iour, ' '.in fort me ! 4 Comfort me ; I am cast down By my heavenly Father's frown ; I deserve it all, I own : Saviour, comfort me ! 5 So it shall be good for me Much afflicted now to be, \{ thou wilt but tenderly, Saviour, comfort me ! AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS, 40I SAVIOUR, LIKE A SHEPHERD. Wm, B. Bradbury. sa js! g K\ $ — t ^ 1. Sav-iour, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need thy tend'rest care; S J- 1 r u E E E ! — " For our use thy folds pre - pare. gp£^M-^C-£ — f« p=_ SEES ^P^ B>=3 _f: Blessed Je - sus, Blessed Je - sus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are ; iff: ■£. 2t a£ * * qfat -f=- pi? |# j#E ^=r"= qgr S3 1^=3 feste^dE MI -§ s Blessed Je - sus, Blessed Je - sus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are ^e^ gES H 1028 2 We are thine, do thou befriend us, Be the Guardian of our way ; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray. Blessed Jesus, Hear, oh hear us, when we pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free Blessed Jesus, We will early turn to thee. 4 Early let us seek thy favor, Early let us do thy will ; Blessed Lord and only Saviour, With thy- love our bosoms fill. Blessed Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still. 32 G. DUFFIDLD. 402 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. AUTUMN. 8s & 7s. Double. Spanish. i. Guide me, O thou great Je - ho - vah, Pil - grim through this barren land: J4J: ^TT^ H= F SEEE I am weak, but thou art might - y, Hold me with thy powerful hand ; d.s. Bread of heav - en, Bread of heav - en, Feed me till I want no more. HP # -«- i I iifti 5E3 j^BM^^Mhqg | r' MJ:Jl=M Bread of heav ■ en, Bread of heav -en, Feed me till I want no more ; fe^EE mife 1029 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing waters flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid the swelling stream divide ; Death of death, and hell's Destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. Wm. Williams. [O3O 1 Holy Father, thou hast taught mo 1 should live to thee alone ; Year by year, thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, thou hast found me : When I doubted, sent me light, Still thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in thy sight. In the world will foes assail me, Craftier, stronger far than I ; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come, believing Thou canst give the power I need ; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength — the Spirit's strength, in- deed. I would trust in thy protecting, Wholly rest upon thine arm ; Follow wholly thy directing, Thou, mine only guard from harm ! Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to thee when tried, Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at thy side AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 433 LYONS. IOS & lis. Haydn. m 5M a^ESa S 1. Be- gone, un- be -lief ! my Sav-iour is near, And for my re - lief will sure - ly an- pear; J— * ^ ^ fe§ r i ^s ^ g Fl^F F ^f^^^^^g^^^^ i 1 1 - - -="- -jy 1 — ' By prayer let me wrestle, and he will per-form ; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. IO3 I 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my Guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide ; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 3 Determined to save, he watched o'er my path, When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death ; And can he have taught me to trust in his name, And thus far have brought me to put me to shame ? 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine, food ; Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, oh how pleasant the conqueror's song ! Newton. 1032 1 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ; The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay ; Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near, The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear ? 2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint ; The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint ; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter ? our help is in God. 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads ; His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds ! The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our Light ; Though storms rage around us, our God is our Might ; So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come ; The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home. j. h. Danby. 404 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. PORTUGUESE HYMN. lis. J. PEADINCk laid for your faith in his ^^^^^i^u^^^u^mm Je - sus have tied ? To you who for ref- uge to =*=*= Je- sus have fled? gr^^a^ io33 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid : I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 " When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For I will be with thee thy trials to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 " 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, and thy gold to refine. 5 " E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; And then, when gray hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 6 " 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 ! " AGATE. 11s. George Keith. i. The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall 1 know, 1 iced ingreen pastures, safe-fold-ed I rest; AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS. 405 AGATE. Concluded. He lead-eth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wand'ring, redeems when oppressed. A A A A A A A AAJ j , , „ m m „ rj IO34 2 Through the valley and shadow of death, though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er ; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head ; Oh ! what shall I ask of thy providence more ? Montgomery. I035 1 I once was a stranger to grace and to God ; I knew not my danger, and felt not my load ; Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. 2 When free grace awoke me by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me ; I trembled to die : No refuge, no safety, in self could I see : Jehovah, thou only my Saviour must be ! 3 My terrors all vanished before his sweet name ; My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. 4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and boast ; Jehovah my Saviour, I ne'er can be lost : In thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field, Jehovah my anchor, Jehovah my shield ! McCheyne. IO36 1 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The Scripture assures us the Lord will provide. 2 No strength of our own, no goodness we claim, Yet since we have known the Redeemer's great name, In this our strong tower for safety we hide, — The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 406 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. AMSTERDAM. 7s & 6s. Nares. $ ffef^HH^ r* t j EE i. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy bet - ter por - tion trace ; m mm m tutJ-LJ- $ Si ^F^M 3E Rise from tran - si - to - ry things Towards heaven, thy na - tive place: # ^ f | r1 f f f- Sun, and moon, and stars de - cay £ -*-£- Time shall soon this earth re - move ; =£££-tMt ESe ^sS: ^ Pi ^ ^8=F=^#^^ m^ Rise, my soul, and haste a - way To seats pre -pared a - bove. far ' irir u IO37 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, rny soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So .1 soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 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. 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize ; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies 1 Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Seagkave. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED, MADISON. 8s. Double. 407 S. B. Pond. I, Ye an - gels, who stand round the throne, And view my Im-man - u- el's face, — m^ # mm =s= ny lm - man - u - el ! £ P F ^ IXMjffi^^ 9 % & In rap - tur-ous songs make him known, Oh, tune your soft harps to his praise : #M m^m^m^M. pti-d 1 \>i -r-pi¥fl^^^ ble, so good He formed you the spir - its you are, So hap - py, so £= i g g *- fe^ M1 P't-TT^ ^=j jiJ-j^e^ ?=: ^^ When oth - ers sank down in de-spair, N#^Nr~ i Confirmed by his pow - er, ye stood. -O- -<*■ • H* if r rij. 1 1038 2 Ye saints ! who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his His grace and his glory display, [feet, And all his rich mercy repeat ; He snatch'd you from hell and the grave, He ransomed from death and despair : For you he was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. 3 Oh ! when will the period appear When I shall unite in your song? I'm weary of lingering here, And I to your Saviour belong ! I want — oh ! I want to be there, To sorrow and sin bid adieu — Your joy and your friendship to share — To wonder, and worship with you ! De Fleury. I039 i My Saviour, whom absent I love, Whom, not having seen, I adore, Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power, — Dissolve thou those bands that detain My soul from her portion in thee ; Ah ! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free ! When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline, Oh ! then shall the vail be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured ! I shall meet him, whom absent I loved, I shall see, whom unseen I adored. And then, nevermore shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose : To Jesus, the crown of my hope. My soul is in haste to be gone ; Oh ! bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne ! COWPER. 408 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ANGELS' WELCOME. Rev. R. Lowry. i. My_home is in heav-cn, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when i* f f , + m — m , 0 — —m — m— h* — „— * — h* * :^£ v-b- H^ tri - als appear? Be hushed, my dark spirit, tiie worst that can come But shortens thy — • * <• t- £: W-H* «-_*_,-* -* *— r*- ^£E£ :- ^^ ?±: journey, and hastens thee home. Then the an-gels will come, with their mu-sic will come, ■?--£* rtk m — » , „ — „—*■ — i* . » m — * , J ~ *=H=* i^4^ff=4=E4=j4^1 fig :*=3: =6^ ^5 i^^ EBE ■ f>. r— ;- ^ t=S '^sts to U With mu-sic, sweet mu-sic, to welcome me home ; In the bright gates of crystal the ^j^if-fe-hrHaad£=£=£^iNl MN4^ ^e£ s P? £v shin-ing ones will stand, And sing me r-£ r r r— ^-^: a welcome to their own na - tive land ! fe^ £=P- s fe£ 104.0 2 It is not for thee to be seeking thy bliss, And building thy hopes in a region like this ; I look for a city which hands have not piled ; I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not recline upon roses below ; I ask not my portion, 1 seek not my rest, Till I find them for ever on Jesus' breast. 4 Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy — One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tears, if he smile but on them, Like div. in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. Lytk. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. BIRMINGHAM. 8s. I 409 English. 3St ^ K=*t ^M= ^ ^=Q«- S=^fc ^ - S^ I long to be - hold hira ar - rayed With glo - ry and light from a - The King in his beau-ty dis-played — His beau - ty of ho - li -est bove ; ) love : ) f=% zZzz :fc S^ Pm ^=t ^^=gdii^^p^N^^^^ I languish and sigh to be there, Where Je - sus hath fixed his a ^r,-lHl'-E^^11^"C bode z^ r ir F=r^^B ^ jpE ^P^ =£=«£ Oh, when shall we meet in the air, S^ $=*= And fly to the mountain of God. mm ^=^ 1 1 041 3 With Him I on Zion shall stand, For Jesus hath spoken the word ; The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord. 4 But when, on thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strengthened to see, My fullness of rapture I find — My heaven of heavens in thee ! 5 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above ! No pain the inhabitants feel, No sickness or sorrow shall prove. 6 Physician of souls ! unto me Forgiveness and holiness give ; And when from the body set free, Oh then to that city receive ! C. Wesley. I042 i Away with our sorrow and fear, We soon shall recover our home ; The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come. From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode ; The house of our Father above — The palace of angels and God. Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving word. We see the new city descend, Adorned as a bride for her Lord : The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air : No gloom of affliction or sin ; No shadow of evil is there. By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here : Her walls are of jasper and gold ; As crystal her buildings are clear. Immovably founded in grace, She stands as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God. (/. Wesley. 4I0 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, SHINING SHORE. Ss & 7s. Double. G. F. Root. ■* — * -^ '-St I. My days are glid - ing swift-ly by, And I, a pil-grim stran-ger, 5J it r i t r r m ^ i f - , N , i # i Would not de - tain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and dan - ger. D. s. just be-fore, the shin-ing shore We may al-most dis-cov - er. e£e§= ^ f §m ^ p CHORUS. i ^ ^^IH^ O- 3 For oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing o - ver ; And 1 zi= fe f-F Pip pi? i i 1043 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our heavenly home discerning ; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. Cho. — For oh, we stand, etc. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing ; I'M A PILGRIM That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. Cho. — For oh, we stand, etc. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever ; Our King says, come, and there's our Forever, oh, forever ! [home, Cho. — For oh, we stand, etc. D. Nelson. I. I'm D. c. I'm stran-ger ; pil - grim, and I'm pi] - grim, &c. Fine. P f-E^E^- ^=££^gj tar - ry but a night ! j Do not de - tain I To where the fount- ains are ev - er flow for I am go - ing ) .♦>3 ± S=5=£EE* ' 1- I — E k -y— ' HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. 411 IO44 2 There the glory is ever shining ! Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there ! [dreary, Here in this country so dark and I long have wandered forlorn and weary: I'm a pilgrim, etc. There's the city to which I journey; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light ! There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, Nor any tears there, nor any dying ! I'm a pilgrim, etc. Mrs. Dana. SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER. Rev. R. Lowry. tt-J J..JU+-J k-*-J-*-^U :*=*= 1. Shall we gath-er at the riv - er, Where bright an - gel-feet have trod; 1P3 m pm ^^m —*— FJ=jj 1 — J-g =* 1 With its crys - tal tide for - ev - er Ht Flowing by the throne of God ? (■ — m — ■— (■ (• * *- s S ^ CHORUS. wf^f^^~±Ju±Ljj^mm mt Yes, we'll gath-er at the riv - er, The beau-ti - ful, the beau-ti - ful riv - er- u ^^jL^g^^^ F >=^S=TZZ ip^ S i E Gath-er with the saints at the riv - er £13 =g: £ -£3. -b» — g- i That flows by the throne of God. -Q- iiiipiiipipii 1045 2 On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy golden day. 3 On the bosom of the river, Where the Saviour-king we own, We shall meet, and sorrow never 'Neath the glory of the throne. 4 Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down ; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. At the smiling of the river, Rippling with the Saviour's face, Saints, whom death will never sever, Lift their songs of saving grace. Soon we'll reach the shining river, Soon our pilgrimage shall cease, Soon our happy hearts will quiver, With the melody of Peace. R. Lowrv, 412 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, OAK. 6s & 4s. P^=^^¥ J J|«l J^U ^=^= \ I'm but a stran-ger here ; Heaven is my home ! ) ' ( Earth is a des - ert drear ; Heaven is my home ! ) Dan - ger and sor- row stand Round me on cv - cry hand, Heaven is my fa - therland, Heaven is my home ! ^ ^ felt =«: m 1 r- T- IO46 2 What though the tempest rage ! Heaven is my home ! Short is my pilgrimage ; Heaven is my home ! Time's cold and wintry blast Soon will be overpast ; I shall reach home at last ; Heaven is my home ! 3 There, at my Saviour's side, Heavenis my home ! I shall be glorified ; Heaven is my home ! There are the good and blest, Those I love most and best, And there I, too, shall rest ; Heaven is my home ! T. R. Taylor. BEYOND THE RIVER. David A. Warden. I. Shall we meet be - yond the river, Where the surges cease to roll— r Where the blessed. . sing for - ever, Songs that fill the. . rap - tured soul? Beautiful effect !y omiaion cf JDasf, r.r.J ppp is the response. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED, 413 IO47 2 Shall we meet in | that blest | harbor, When our stormy | voyage is | o'er ? Shall we meet and | cast the | anchor, By the fair ce- | lestial | shore ! 3 Shall we meet in | yonder | city, Where the towers of | crystal | shine, Where the walls are | all of | jasper, Built by I workmanship | divine ? 4 Where the music | of the | ransomed Rolls its I harmony | around, And creation | swells the | chorus, With its sweet me- 1 lodious | sound ? 5 Shall we meet with | many a | loved one, That was torn from | our em- 1 brace ? Shall we listen | to their | voices, And behold them | face to | face ? 6 Shall we meet with | Christ our j Saviour, When he comes to | claim his | own ? Shall we know his | blessed | favor, And sit down up- | on his ] throne ? H. L. Hastings. LOOKING HOME. P. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. irst time. j Ah ! this heart is void and chill I" \ For my Fa - ther's man - sions still 'Mid earth's nois - y throng - ing ; ) long - ing WE& Look- ing home ! Look-ing home ! Toward me heavenly man - sions g -f— f- ^m %E^=^ $= -* * F~ sus hath pre -pared for me Je f^E fe* In his Fa - ther's king - dom ! 1048 2 -Soon the glorious day will dawn, Heavenly pleasures bringing ; Night will be exchanged for morn, Sighs give place to singing. Looking home ! looking home ! Toward the heavenly mansions Jesus hath prepared for me In his Father's kingdom ! 27 With this load of sin and care, Then no longer bending, But with waiting angels there On our soul attending : — Blessed home ! blessed home? All for which we're sighing ; Soon our Lord will bid us come To our Father's kingdom ! 414 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. CHRISTIAN VICTOR. lOs. m^^^^^m % ( Jo}--ful- ly, joy -ful- ly on -ward I move, Bound to the land of bright ( An - gel - ic chor- is - ters sing as I come, Joy- ful - ly, joy - ful - ly ?m £ m :ul - ly, joy mm Hi 33 >: m F^F^^ & 9 spir - its a - bove ; ) haste to thy home! ) Soon with my pil - grim -age end - ed be - low, S^ m mm % Home to the land ot bright spir -its I go;. #■-)■■#■ #- #■ #• -p- ■ *- *>. *- -m- f- p- f. f. fL _j — . i — | — | i_j — j — f_- Pil- grim and stranger no mm i^ s more shall I roam, Joy - ful - ly, joy - ful - ly rest - ing at home. PW^ C-iC- c c n r 1 049 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before ; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore ; Singing to cheer me thro' death's chilling gloom: Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear ; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome — Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 3 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low, Strike, king of terrors ! I fear not the blow ; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb! Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone j Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. W. IIUNTHR. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. NO SORROW THERE. S. M. 415 E. W. Dunbar. 1. I love to sing of heaven, cho. There'll be no sor - row there, J3 Where white-robed an - gels are ; There'll be no sor - row there ; 1 £ T Where many a friend is gath-ered safe From fear, and toil, and care. In heaven a - bove, where all is love, There'll be no sor - row there ■*~J- * + IO5O 2 I love to think of heaven, Where my Redeemer reigns ; TABERNACLE. 6s & 4s. Where rapturous songs of triumph rise, In endless, joyous strains. There'll be no sorrow there, etc. J. M. Evans. ^^^^^m^^^^m I. A crown of glo-ry bright, By faith's clear eyes I see, *- -**- -0- -'T^ «■-<■-'-*■-#--<■■ ^~V BS $=mmmg^$- s£ In yonder realms of light ^m I CHORUS. fl^PW^^S Wt ^9=r Prepared for me. I'm near-er my home, nearer my home, nearer my home to J is is & J* j , , * • -r +- ^1 £ I n --TT— p-- I ^^=g— -g: Mr j^f=fl^^^^jfe^EiE I day ; Yes, nearer my home in heaven to-day, Than ev-er I've been be - fore Nf^hiHhH^ m *±& IO51 2 Oh may I faithful prove, And keep the crown in view, And through the storms of life My way pursue. 3 Jesus, be thou my guide, And all my steps attend, Oh keep me near thy side, Be thou my friend. Be thou my shield and sun, My Saviour and my guard, And when my work is done, My great reward. 416 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. HOME. lis. First time- Second. \ Mid scenes of con - fu - sion and crea - ture com-plaints, \_ j To / How sweet to my soul is com - mu - nion with J saints ; \ And ^^ _€ 5: ^ ^ First time. Second. find at the ban-quet of mer - cy there's room, ) feel in the pres-ence of Je - sus at f home. Home! home EE eP T7*"** sweet, sweet home! Pre- pare me, dear Sav-iour, for glo - ry, my home. £ £zz*jS P k 1=^ plHS E =F 1052 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace ! And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease ! Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee ; Though now my temptation like billows may foam, All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh give me submission, and strength as my day; In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, oh give me thy grace, The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face; Endue me with patience to wait at thy throne, And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home. 6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine; No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. UXBRIDGE. L. M. i. What sin- ners val - uc » — -f— £ — *- M3 re - sign ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine -g- ftg- s m — ft*- EFEEF=f ^m ^4-+4^ ^EE^^^m I shall be-h ild thy bliss - ful =S=^ face, And stand complete in right- eous- ness. P l ■p- ■ -r- -r- t*- i*- . g gLd Eg f=g=£ I fe" ^ F^P R=F=F J053 2 This life 's a dream, an empty show, But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there ! 3 Oh, glorious hour ! oh, blest abode ! I shall be near and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet sur- prise, And in my Saviour's image rise ! Watts. FOSTER. JeSe=§eej==8- g *k==9=^ Wm. B. Bradbury. d=U=±=U i. We speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair ; WW: *=£ a=± i=r=iT-T~r^^ i VEE pfcii 5* ^ m i =* p±3E£ i: And oft are its glo-ries confessed, But what must it be to be there! i f=P=fj-d-i4^ i: £ *F 105+ 2 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within — But what must it be to be there ! 3 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The church of the first-born above- But what must it be to be there ! 4 O Lord, in this valley of wo, Our spirits for heaven prepare, And shortly we also shall know And feel what it is to be there ! Elizabeth Mills 4i8 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. WE'RE NEARER HOME. Wm. B. Bradbury. i. We know not what's be - fore us — What tri - als are to come ; J* fc fc E5 m m j* * £• Jt_ But g ;•= UMU. CHORUS. mm^ * each day pass-ing o'er us Brings us still near- er home. We're near- er, near- er ifcirfefe^ P home, Our bless-ed, hap-py home, Where grief and sin can nev- er come, We're £J " iH fff * *— ^ li^i ^ refrain: =fs=q= P * near-er, near-er home. P Near-er home, Near-er home, Near-er to my If" ' g" ■ f» ^ -£-£ M^J~l ^—V—^ if^Eg Repeat pp. ^^1 r hap - py home, Near-er home, Near-er home, Our bless-ed, hap - pv home. fl^ I Z-C-C- fe§ 1055 2 Though dark our path and lonely, And clouds our sky o'ercast, Let us remember only, That it will soon be past. 3 Whate'er of gloom or anguish This weary world may bring, In doubt we will not languish, But cheerfully we'll sing: We're nearer, nearer home. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. SAFE WITHIN THE VAIL. 419 J. M. Evans. ¥ m^d^M=m green ; ■m- • -m. And the liv ing wa - ters lav " rrrg-rfr- mg Shores where s ? -2 £m CHORUS. ^^^ e£ %- ± heav'n - ly forms are seen. 1 =^-H— f* Rocks and storms I'll fear no W I w=w w — pL £= :s- -££= i^^U=tt£-3=i mkm more, When on that e - ter - nal shore. Drop the ■0..- 4*. * *■ 4 p£s^ ^ 1056 2 Onward, bark ! the cape I'm rounding, See, the blessed wave their hands ; Hear the harps of God resounding From the bright immortal bands. — Chorus. 3 There, let go the anchor, riding On this calm and silv'ry bay ; Seaward fast the tide is gliding, Shores in sunlight stretch away. — Chorus. 4 Now we're safe from all temptation, All the storms of life are past ; Praise the Rock of our Salvation, We are safe at home at last ! — Chorus. 420 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. THE HAPFY LAND. P. M. ni ^3EiE g t f fa I. There is a hap-py land, Far, far a - way, Where saints in glo-ry stand, |b ^ Bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweet- ly sing, Worth-)' 1 t£ £3=tl * £1. i Sav-iour King, Loud let his prais-es ring, Praise, praise for aye. m ^ mEm^m 1057 2 Come to that happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand, Why still delay ? Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free ! Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest, blest for aye. 3 Bright, in that happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die. Oh, then, to glory run ; Be a crown and kingdom won-, And bright, above the sun, We reign for aye. a. Young. CANAAN. Peculiar. H. E. Mathews. Avr, -jj.ij.jj j-i^jj»jij,;^ 1. Here we meet to part a - gain, Here we meet to part a-gain ; Hut when we meet on ■¥^3^^WS ¥=fE£^^Ef f3^g=£ Canaan's plain, There'll be no parting there, In thai bright world .1 -b tv_c t^£- MifT+r^ £ # 059 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land. There is rest for the weary, etc. Pain or sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; But in that celestial centre, I a crown of life shall wear. There is rest for the weary, etc. Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn ; Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed, Hail with joy the rising morn ! There is rest for the weary, etc. Sing, oh, sing, ye heirs of glory! Shout your triumph as you go ; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. There is rest for the weary, etc. W. Hunter. 422 ROTHWELL THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. L. M. Arranged by L. Mason. i. Now let our souls, on wings sublime. Rise from the van - i - ties_ of time, Draw back the part-ing I060 2 Born by a new celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth ? Why grasp at transitory toys, So near to heaven's eternal joys? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, When we are walking back to God ? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home. \ To dwell with God, to feel his love, Is the full heaven enjoy 'd above ; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below. Gibbons. I06l i And may I hope, that when no more My pulse shall beat with life below, I shall the God of grace adore, And all the bliss of glory know? 2 I, who deserve no place but hell, No portion but devouring fire, Shall I with Christ my Saviour dwell, Possessed of all I now desire ? 3 Will Jesus own a wretch like me? And tell to saints and angels round, That when he suffered on the tree, My sins augmented every wound? 4 Will he from life's eternal book To earth and heaven proclaim my name ; ( )n me, as on his « hosen, look. And make my lot with theirs the s ime? 5 He will ! I read it in his word, And in my heart the witness feel : I shall be with, and like my Lord, Though sin oppose in league with hell ! IO62 1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove ; Stoop down and take us on thy wings ; And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things ; 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 Oh, for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our Almighty Father's throne ! There sits our Saviour, crowned with light, Clothed in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall : The God shines gracious through the Man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. 5 ( )h, what amazing joys they feel, While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumph of their King ! <> When shall the dav, dear Lord, appear. That I shall mount, to dwell above; And stand, and bow, among them there. And view thy face, and sing, and love! Watts. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED MIGDOL. L. M. 423 L. Mason. i. O hap-py saints, who dwell in light, And walk with je - sus, clothed in white spp £^£+g S tF & — ng-f- 0 . f*- 0 m> 4=d JZeK £^Lh^-^M=JE^=j^ ^1 J?jJj: Safe landed on that peaceful shore, Where pil -grims meet to part no more. ft, ^ ft ■ ^ + *. J^J _ .J, _ /^ ft J^J*J*. ' 063 Released from sin, and toil, and grief, Death was their gate to endless life ; An opened cage, to let them fly And build their happy nest on high. And now they range the heavenly plains, And sing their hymns in melting strains ; And now their souls begin to prove The heights and depths of Jesus' love. He cheers them with eternal smile ; They sing hosannas all the while ; Or, overwhelmed with rapture sweet, Sink down adoring at his feet. Ah ! Lord ! with tardy steps I creep, And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep ; Yet strip me of this house of clay, And I will sing as loud as they. John Berridge. O64 As when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if 'cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still. While he surveys the much-loved spot He slights the space that lies between ; His past fatigues are now forgot, Because his journey's end is seen. Thus when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. The thought of home his spirit cheers ; No more he grieves for troubles past, Nor any future trial fears So he may safe arrive at last. 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus in the realms of day ; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he shall wipe my tears away. IO65 Newton. There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright, that all which spreads be- " tween Is with its radiant glories fraught. A land, upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain ; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light ; It hath no need of suns to rise To dissipate the gloom of night. There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode ; The wanderer there a home may find Within the paradise of God. G. Robins. 424 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, VARINA. C. M. Double. G. F. Root. (There is a land of pure de-light, Where saints im-mor - tal reign ; (_ l' I In - fin - ite day ex - eludes the night, And pleasures ban - ish pain. \ -ft £: ^riHf^fi £ 2. There ev - er - last - ing spring a-bides, And nev - er - withering flowers; ^r :f=± tr~JHr ^ >> *=¥ ^= Death, like a nar - row sea, di-vides This heavenly land from ours. F £E, £^* JORDAN. C. M. Double. First tiir.e. Billings. I Second. \ j \J.J^h^=^-J-J-U— 2^ '=d m ^ -p ' ^ g"^^— ^v r~^ r u r " r j There is a land of pure de - light, Where saints im - mor - tal reign;) \ In - fin - ite day ex - eludes the night, [Omit ] \ And m^ ^ d. 2 r=* =F= =t=F I -^=f^fj^y*f=mi*^^ i i r pleas-urcs ban - ish pain. 2. There ev-er - last - ing spring a - bides, And nev - cr- IP^isip^^i withering. flowers ; Death, like a nar-row sea, di-vides This heavenly land from ours. ■ w *=& .\fe-JULj^±J £■ hi±u^U^ &±2= for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast : 'Tis found above — in heaven. Si ^=f^.-^H^=i^^^m ^=^ 1083 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear — but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene — in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven ! W. B. Tappan. WOODLAND. C. M. N. D. Gould. m^^^M^4^^^^^^^i ^b S=2Es 1. There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given ; There is a joy for s^^iyi li#n^ *m m souls distressed, A balm for ev - ery wounded breast : 'Tis found a-bove — in heaven. #; f £4— n 1 r n-r^- ■ t s^t :te_ -r — \ t=f=1M I 432 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, BEULAH. 7s. Double. E. Ives. f=^=^4^=^^8 i. Who are these in bright ar - ray, This in - num - er -a - ble throng, i» P * i-H* P z=> a— a, * m fj , |» • — * (=- Round the al - tar, night and day, D. s. Wis - dom, rich - es, to ob - tain, -U^ Hymning one tri - umph- ant song? New do - min - ion ev - ery hour." m ,z>.s. *=3r fEEE&EfEE $E3E Worth - y is the Lamb, once slain, mF^Mmm^m Bless- ing, lion *z: k • or, glo - ry, power, I IOSzL 2 These through fiery trials trod ; These from great affliction came : Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed ; Them the Lamb, amid the throne, Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispel all fears ; And forever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tears. Mon rGOMl RY, 1085 ; High In yonder realms of light. Dwell the raptured saints above ; Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love: Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torturing pain and heavy woe. 2 But these days of weeping o'er, Passed this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more — Never, never weep again : 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid the angelic lyres above, Hark, their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love ! 3 All is tranquil and serene, Calm and undisturbed repose: There no cloud can intervene, There no angry tempest blows: Every tear is wiped away, Sighs no more shall heave the breast, Night is lost in endless day. Sorrow, in eternal rest. raffles. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED, 43: BEAUTIFUL CITY. _> jS) s , J 1_ T- J. Cook. i. Beau-ti - ful Zi - on, built a - bove, Beau-ti - ful cit - y, that I love, '^^^^^^^^^j^^^^m 3 Beau-ti - ful gates of pearl - y white, Beau-ti - ful r I r f I* £ ^ tem - pie, — God its light ! tm S^^B s pg~3=£ ^E3^EEi r He who was slain Cal - va - ry, Op - ens those ±&z 1086 2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light, Beautiful angels, clothed in white ; Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir. There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshiping at the Saviour's feet. 3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors show ; Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there : Thither I press with eager feet, There shall my rest be long and sweet. Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs the angels sing ; Beautiful rest — all wanderings cease — Beautiful home of perfect peace : There shall my eyes the Saviour see, Haste to his heavenly home with me^ George Gill. 434 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. JENNER. 7s & 6s. Br. Ewing. ( ^ dt £ ^= 3 ^S gg; H -& — = — i. je - ru - sa - lem the gold - en, With milk and hon - ey blest! m =g==g ^i B Be - neath thy con - tem - pla 9 25 ^ :gr Sink heart and voice of, - prest , ^ f* T 6 P 3 -.^ i *^ J- -J- f^-r r-~r~^ ^ i know not, oh, J? fg~ =F What so - cial joys are there : ^L f T p^=a=3=j What ra - dian - cy glo -£- a, r-* i |g c r -g 3g -"- of 5 f I What light be-yond com -pare. — e~ i=g= A -men. ^ 1087 1 Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest : I know not, oh, I know not What social joys are there ; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with snug, \inl bright with many an angel, An 1 all tin- martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them ; The daylighl is serene ; pastures of the blessed Are de< ked in glorious sheen. 74 There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast ; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessed country, Shall I e'er see thy face? O sweet and blessed country, Shall I e'er win thy grace? Exult, ( ) dust and ashes ! The Lord shall be thy part, His only, his forever Thou shalt be, and thou art ! BbRNAKOi HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. GOING HOME. L, M. 435 ^m =g=r -^ ^=r I. My heavenly home is bright and fair ; No pain nor death can en - ter there ; Hi f f flf pgpg=feg=£g=p^l P j=*=l^ ^ ^= Its glittering tow'rs the sun out- shine That « P -i — heavenly man - sion shall be ^^P| # T CHORUS. tm^^^i 3S — w w) m — m I'm go - ing home, I'm go- ing home, I'm To die no more, to die no more, I'm - ing home to die no - ing home to die no more : more. «■ =p f nf=^=r#=p^g £ gg •—•"- 1088 2 My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky : When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. I'm going home, etc. NEWARK. 8s & 4s. 3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'er- flow; Be mine a happier lot to own A heavenly mansion near the throne. I'm going home, etc. J. E. Gould. P -I I M^f ^+3— f ^ iEEB =gt I. I know not wheth - er dark or bright Shall be my lot If i^Efe ?EE* TT"^ ad lib. 3^ ^m ^ s=*= Sz % that wherein my hopes de-light =9=S=d= ^fc Be best or not. » 1 1 :H- Be best or s pp 1=1= =i£= :fe=fe= IO89 2 My bark is wafted on the strand By breath divine, And on the helm there rests a Hand Other than mine. 3 One who has known in storms to sail I have on board ; — Above the ravings of the gale I have mv Lord. I — I 4 He holds me when the billows smite : I shall not fall ; If sharp, 'tis short ; if long, 'tis light r He tempers all. 5 Safe to the land ! — safe to the land ! The end is this ; And then with him go hand in hand Far into bliss. 436 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. JERUSALEM. C. M. Double. 4^ " Modern Harp. ^=T msmm^^m C=f 333 Fine. When shall my la - bors have an end In joy and peace, in thee? D. S. Thy bul-warks with sal - va - tion strong, And streets of shin-ing gold? 4B- £. • ^ -g. £= Se^eeeeSe £ m IIZ * 2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearl - y gates be - hold? ^ht^t ^ SrE IO9O 3 Oh when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end ? 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. 5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay? I Ye Canaan's goodly land in view, And realm.-, of endless day. 6 .Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Chrisl below Will join the glorious band. 7 Jerusalem, my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. I O9 I 1 Fair vision ! how thy distant gleam Brightens time's saddest hue! Far fairer than the fairest dream, And yet how strangely true! 2 With thee in view, how poor appear The world's most winning smiles ! Vain is the tempter's subtlest snare, And vain hell's varied wiles. 3 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain, And welcome sorrow too ; All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a pri/e in view. COXAB, HEAVEN ANTICIPATED THE OTHER SIDE. 437 J. E. Gould. j^^iN^-^ J1 i ^^& I. We dwell this side of Jordan's stream, Yet oft there comes a shin-ing beam AP ■ ,1 - ^4^_^-j==M^4=j^^ £ r ^^e; A-cross from yon-der shore, A - cross from yon-der shore ; While vis-ions of 5 ^^ PP =r=j»= |^«=#= ps I ^3 -m *=ifc ^— 2" l}r throng, And sound of harp and ser-aph song, Seem gen-tly waft — h I * — «: ho - -ed o'er, Efei 3=E3 !=?=£ iB^S $: I^^EJ^d^i^r^^fNfNi^^^ pi :sr Seem gently waft-ed o'er. i^ii^ O Zi - on, cit - y fair ! O Zi- on, cit - y fair ! P ze= HS>- fc=te= k u ^ B §=i? =g=3 ^S The oth - er side, the oth - er side, When shall we meet our loved ones there? _ A A. M_ M. .&. M. £ -r -r NnM ^ 1092 2 The other side ! oh, happy place, Where saints in joy past times retrace, And think of trials gone, The veil withdrawn, they clearly see, That all on earth had need to be, To bring them safely home. 3 The other side ! oh charming side ! Along its banks still waters glide, And many a loved one waits ; 68 Across the stream they call to me, " Fear not — we stay to welcome thee Beside the pearly gates." 4 The other side ! the other side ! Who would not brave the swelling tide Of earthly toil and care, To wake one day, when life is past, Over the stream, at home at last, With all the bless'd ones there ? 438 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. BEAUTIFUL LAND. R. Lowry. U> ^ I > U U •» / i„> ^. I. Je-ru - sa-lem, for-ev - er bright, Beau-ti-ful land of rest! Mo win - ter there, nor chill of night, Beau- ti - ful land of rest ! The dripping cloud is chased a -way, The sun shines forth in end -less day : Je-ru - sa - lem, the £ 0 , 0 0- 5 m-r-m m- mmm # m7T=f ^nmt beau-ti-ful land of rest, @s=feg f=fr£f=mk^ Je-ru - sa - lem, the beau-ti - ful land of fe£ m **=tt *se ^=r=^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ :_N ri5^ ■ ' i rest! Beau- ti - ful land! Beau- ti - ful land! Wc wait im-pa-tient ?=? ^ fc=t #W-JW fEEgET=H=J J l J l j ,j^p F i > i to be-hold The gates of pearl, the streets of gold, And rest se - cure in ^=^^g^pgslig^?=^^^lpE Jc - sus' fold, In the beau-ti - ful hind, the beau-ti - ful land of rest. HEAVEN ANTICIPATED 439 IO93 2 Jerusalem, forever free, Chorus. The soul's sweet home of liberty ! Chorus. The gyves of sin, the chains of woe, The ransomed there will never know. Chorus. 3 Jerusalem, forever clear, Chorus. Thy pearly gates almost appear. Chorus. And when we tread thy lovely shore, We'll sing the song we've sung before. Chorus. AROUND THE THRONE. C. M. ^^^^m ^ ^=4 ^ 1. A - round the throne of God in heaven Thou-sands of chil- dren stand H*-^ c -m- - , -P- ~ -P- h*- £_ -(*■ h*- #- mm £ £mm ^ *= =&=r Chil - dren whose sins are all for - given, i^L^^Ng A ho ly, hap - py band, ? # CHORUS. PW i s Sing-ing glo - ry, ^ glo - ry, glo - ry be to God on high. -*- -m- ' f^ 4 Because the Saviour shed his blood, To wash away their sin ; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean ! Singing, etc. 5 On earth they sought theSaviour's grace,, On earth they loved his name ; So now they see his blessed face, And stand before the Lamb. Singing, etc. Anna Shepherd. IO94 2 In flowing robes of spotless white See every one arrayed ; Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that never fade, Singing, etc. 3 What brought them to that world above, That heav'n so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love ; How came those children there ? Singing, etc. 440 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT. From " Holbrook's Quartet and Chorus Choir. I095 i. One sweetlv solemn thought Comes to me. 2. Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our 3. Father, perfect my trust ! Strengthen the. . . dr. =^= ==^^— =— o er • and bur - dens might ' of my o er : down faith ; P = -jhb /W> b = i — as *■* W g 4s 3 been " be - gaining ' the shore ' of s " fore. Let me feel as I would When I stand on the rock of the J . ^ death — ^V b j rz " s r s Nearer my Father's house, Where the, But lying darkly between, Winding. . . Feel as I would when my feet Are. . . . many down slipping =B5 mansions through tin over the be; night, brink ■ Nearer the Is the deep and For it may be, I'm great * white I throne, 1111 - known stream, near - er home, HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. BAXTER. 6s. 441 U. C. BURNAP. i. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er ; I'm near-er home to- H« 0 £~ f tfid* -n Si I* F f ' f 1 jg-^— h — g — [-frf "j*~ T ' £ IO96 2 Nearer the bound of life, Where burdens are laid down, Nearer to leave die cross, And nearer to the crown ; But lying dark between, And winding through the night, The deep and unknown stream Crossed ere we reach the light. WHAT THEN? Chant, 3 Jesus, confirm my trust ; Strengthen the hand of faith To feel thee, when I stand Upon the shore of death. Be near me when my feet Are slipping o'er the brink ; For I am nearer home, Perhaps, than now I think. Phcebe Carv. J. E. Gould. ^b^-^^^^^^i =3- W¥: S jg g S « =g= 1 — r 1097 1 After the Christian's tears, After his | fights and | fears, After his weary cross, "All things be- | low but | loss." What — I then ? what | then ? 2 Oh, then, a holy calm, Resting on | Jesus' | arm ; Oh, then, a j deeper | love For the '»pure | home a- | bove. 3 After this holy calm, This rest on j Jesus' | arm ; After this deepened love For the pure | home a- | bove, What — I then ? what | then ? 4 Oh, then, a work for him, Perishing | souls to | win ; Then Jesus' | presence | near, Death's — | darkest ■ hour to | cheer. 5 And when the work is done, When the last | soul is | won, When Jesus' love and power Have cheered the | dying I hour, What — { then ? what f then ? 442 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. HALLELUJAH. -|». IV- *rm 5 «r ^ I. In the far bet - ter land of glo - ry and light The ran-somed are lIHPEgEElE T^E fl^ all the bright train Sing the song of rc-demption — " The Lamb that was slain." mh r r r ^^^^^Dg^^^pi CHORUS. IO98 2 Like the sound of the sea swells their chorus of praise Round the star-circled crown of the Ancient of Days And thrones and dominions re-echo the strain Of glory eternal to him that was slain. — Cho. 3 Dear Saviour, may we, with our voices so faint, Sing the chorus celestial with angel and saint? Vi 5, yes, we will sing, and thine ear we will gain With the song of redemption — "The Lamb that was slain. — Cho. 4 Now let our Ik arts and our voices unite In loud hallelujahs with angels in light ; To Jesus we'll sing that melodious strain, The song of redemption — "The Lamb that was slain." — Cho. K. S. l'ORTER HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. SPANISH HYMN. 6s & Ss. I. Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds steal - in^ --r • . ■ » J- 443 List to the a=fas toll - ing bell, raourn-ful - \y peal - ing. Hark, hark, it seems to say, -jg H WE sImL^l m --^ ^^EEEE^E^E^EE^E^ ^^i^^^-^^^Eg^^?^! as melt those sounds away, So earth-ly joys de- cay, whilst new their feel-ing '?=£ mmm rTTT-rr 2 Now through the charmed air, on the winds stealing, List to the mourner's prayer, solemnly bending ; Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away, To those which ne'er decay, for life is ending. 3 So when our mortal ties death shall dissever, Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never, And in eternal day, joining the angels' lay, To our Creator pay homage forever. 4 When in their lonely bed loved ones are lying ; When joyful wings are spread to heaven flying ; Would we to sin and pain call back their souls again5 Weave round their hearts the chain severed in dying ? 5 No, dearest Jesus, no ; to thee, their Saviour, Let their free spirits go, ransomed forever : Heirs of unending joy, theirs is the victory; Thine let the glory be, now and forever. 444 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, REST. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. ^=^^d#^^f=j=^iii I. A- sleep in Je - sus ! blessed sleep! From which none ev- er wake to weep; -iS>- 0 , r== • ., — 0 * 0~ Ef^S^S mm .r2 p±±jit^=^^d^dd4^m =~£z A calm and un - dis-turbed re -pose, Un-brok-en by the last of foes. A __ 3EEE ^ P S^ rr— "-? IIOO 2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet ! With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear — no woe— shall dim the hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be : Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be: But thine is still a blessed sleep From which none ever wake to weep. Mrs. Mackay. I IOI i I )i. \k is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strains their spirits pour; Oh, why should we in anguish weep? — They are not lost, but gone before. i Secure from every mortal care, By sin and sorrow vexed no more, Eternal happiness they share Who are not lost, but gone before. ^ To Zion's peaceful courts above In faith triumphant may we soar. Embracing in the arms of love, The friends not lost, but gone before. To Jordan's bank whene'er we come, And hear the swelling waters roar, Jesus, convey us safely home, To friends not lost, but gone before. ■ II02 i How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er : So gently shuts the eye of clay ; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys ; And naught disturbs that peace pro- found Which the unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes wnd fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell ; [pears ! How bright the unchanging morn ap- Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit Mies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies ! ' Barbauld. DEATH- AND IMMORTALITY. 445 ZEPHYR. L. M. Wm. B. Bradbury. i. Why should we start, and fear ■&■ *: +■ -&- ■*■ * What timorous worms we mor - tals are g^ i^ » ^=P mm ^^ E2 Death is the gate of end -less joy, And yet we dread to en - ter there. IO3 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away ; We still shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. Qh, if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in- haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed ! Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there ! Watts. IO4. How sweet the hour of closing day, When all is peaceful and serene, And when the sun, with cloudless ray Sheds mellow lustre o'er the scene ! Such is the Christian's parting hour ; So peacefully he sinks to rest ; When faith, endued from heaven with power, Sustains and cheers his languid breast. Mark but that radiance of his eye, That smile upon his wasted cheek : They tell us of his glory nigh, In language that no tongue can speak. Who would not wish to die like those Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless ? 29 To sink into that soft repose, Then wake to perfect happiness ? Bathurst, Say, why should friendship grieve for those Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore? Released from all their hurtful foes, They are not lost — but gone before. How many painful days on earth Their fainting spirits numbered o'er ! Now they enjoy a heavenly birth ; They are not lost — but gone before. Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strain which angels pour ; Oh, why should we in anguish weep ? They are not lost — but gone before. IO6 Go, spirit of the sainted dead, Go to thy longed for, happy home ! The tears of man are o'er thee shed ; The voice of angels bids thee come. If life be not in length of days, In silvered locks and furrowed brow, But living to the Saviour's praise, How few have lived so long as thou ! Tho' earth may boast one gem the less, May not e'en heaven the richer be ? And myriads on thy footsteps press, To share thy blest eternity. J. N. Brown* 4^.6 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ROSEDALE. L. M. G. F. Root. As the sweet Denver that scents the morn, But with-ers the Thus love-ly was this in-fant's dawn, Thus swift- ly m, p F ff6^ -:- fled £ life a - way. "A. m 1107 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Had ever spurned at heaven's control, Or ever quenched its sacred fires. 3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy Perhaps has spared a heavier doom — Snatched him from scenes of guilty joy, 1 Or from the pangs of ills to come. 4 He died to sin ; he died to care ; But for a moment felt the rod ; Then, rising on the viewless air ; Spread his light wings, and soared to vjOCl. Cunningham. IIO8 i Oh stay thy tears ; for they are blest, Whose days are past, whose toil is done ; Here midnight care disturbs our rest ; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an everting meteor's flight ! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears ; Whose course is short, unclouded, bright. 3 Oh, cheerless were our lengthened way ; lint heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day, And casts a glory round the tomb. 4 Oh, stay thy tears ; the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth And sung a song of joy and love ; Then why should anguish reign on earth : Norton. IIO9 1 O God, thy grace and blessing give To us, who on thy name attend, That we this mortal life may live Regardful of our journey's end. 2 Teach us to know that Jesus died, And rose again, our souls to save ; Teach us to take him as our guide, Our help from childhood to th« grave. 3 Then shall not death with terror come, But welcome as a bidden guest, The herald of a better home, The messenger of peace and rest. 1 I IO 1 How vain is all beneath the skies! How transient every earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties, That bind us to a world like this ! 2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, The withering grass, the fading flower, Of earthly hopes are emblems true — The glory of a passing hour! But though earth's fairest blossoms die. And al! beneath the skies is vain, There is a land, whose confines lie Beyond the reach of care and pain. DEATH AND IMMORTALITY. FEDERAL STREET. L. M. 447 H. K. Oliver. 1 m fed: =g=s= *=* t=m=^ i. So fades the love - ly blooming flower, Frail, smiling sol - ace of an hour ! -0- J -<&- -&- -IS- -0 -0- -ts- • -0 -f2- -f*- -<3- £=£ g^l feg ^J— ^-jzkj^-ljjjj F^N^ fcih g ^=R So soon our tran-sient com -forts fly, And pleasure on - ly blooms to die. J- 4 m^M ^^ EEEfc T i'ii i a Is there no kind, no lenient art To heal the anguish of the heart ? Divine Redeemer, be thou nigh : Thy comforts were not made to die 3 Then gentle Patience smiles on Pain, And dying Hope revives again • Hope wipes the tear from Sorrow's eye, And Faith points upward to the sky. Steele. HEAVENLY REST. C. M. J. E. Gould. i. Sweet thought, my God ! that on the palms Of thy most ho - ly hands -g- , -r — *t — ^ - .-^ J; J „ i . * Are grav-en all thy peo- pie's names, Tho' count-less as the sands. -* — r-r -r — r „ -tt. III2 2 Not one too mean to have his place I 3 How can we then yield to distrust, Amid that record blest, Or think we are forgot, And if but there our names are found, | While sharing thus the care of One We'll share the heavenly rest. Who loves and changes not ? 448 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. FREDERICK. lis. G. KlNGSLEY. :^" 1 I I s mm^ fiM- ^=S= J-v'iz=?=» u~u S I. I would not live al - way: I ask not to stay Where storm af - ter flum* I ii-l*- w 1 1 1* p ^H^t fe^ ^=F=i=j P£ storm ris - es dark o'er the way ; The few lur - id mornings that 9- P w ■— £im m FP ^=t- r r r Tr~^~r £fe^¥ i: r =*=£=* s dawn on us here Are e-nough for life's woes, full e - nough for its cheer. m ~ ~ — i— E *- m if ' r would we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And scattered all the gloom. 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, And softened every bed ; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way ; Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly, At the great rising day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise ; Awake ! ye nations under ground ; Ye saints ! ascend the skies. Watts. i i 16 i Why should our tears in sorrow flow, When God recalls his own ; And bids them leave a world of woe For an immortal crown? 2 i not e'en death a gain to those Whose life to God was given? Gl idly to earth their eyes they i lose, To open them in heaven. 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, And they are fully blest : They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest. 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,- - God has recalled his own ; And let our hearts in every woe, Still say,—" Thy will be' done ! '' RlPPON. 1117 1 There is an hour when I must part With all I hold most dear ; And life, with its best hopes, will then As nothingness appear. 2 There is an hour when I must sink Beneath the stroke of death ; And yield to him who gave it first, My struggling vital breath. 3 There is an hour when 1 must stand Before the judgment-seat : And all my sins, and all my foes, In awful vision meet. 4 There is an hour when I must look On vast eternity ; And nameless woe, or blissful life, My endless portion be. 5 O Saviour, then, in all my need Be near, be near to me ; And lei my soul, by steadfast faith, kind life and heaven ill thee. Ri .11 DEATH AND IMMORTALITY. 451 IIl8 1 Hark ! from the tombs a warning sound ; My ears, attend the cry — " Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers ; The tall, the wise, the reverend head, Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God, is this our certain doom ? And are we still secure ? — Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more ? 4 Grant us the power of quickening grace, To fit our souls to fly ; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. watts. 1II9 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead ; Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest ; How calm their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from sin released, And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord ; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward. Watts. I I20 1 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs ; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore Shall rise in full, immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 3 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears ; Thy Saviour dwells on high ; There everlasting spring appears ; There joys shall never die. Steele. REVELATION. C. M. m s^s Stanley. ^L ^s^+g =t ---&- \kz$z ' 1- 1. Hark ! from the tombs a warn-ing sound ; My ears, at - tend the cry — My ears, at- sa ifM^ a f- ^ ■ttr-j i S=SP f =^ tend the cry — "Ye liv -ing men, come view the ground Where you must shortly A i PP *=* fe& PWW s ^ ^^^^^bfe^^^i 3e ES lie, Where you, Where you, Where you must short - ly lie u s --gL- THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. frrtf—f Gluck. i. 'Tis Jc - sus speaks: I fold, says he, These lambs with - in my breast fzmr=P=R p m =t £M s i = ^ Pro - tec - tion they shall find in ^ fji- me, J ~P In -1 me be F^F3^ cv - er blest. II2I 2 Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve my love ; Millions of infant souls compose The family above. 3 Their feeble frames my power shall raise And mould with heavenly skill ; I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, And hands to do my will. 4 His words the happy parents hear, And shout with joy divine, O Saviour, all we have and are Shall be forever thine ! Stennett. 1122 i Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears Flo v o'er your children dead, Say not in transports of despair That all your hopes are fled. 2 If, cleaving to that darling dust, In fond distress ye lie, Rise, and with joy and reverence view A heavenly Parent nigh. 3 Tho' vour young branches torn away, Like withered trunks ye stand, With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, Tom bed by the Almighty's hand. 4 I'll give the mourner, saith the Lord, In my own house a place ; No names of daughters nor of sons Could yield so high a grace. 5 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, Through which thy face we see ; And bless those wounds which through our hearts Prepare a way for thee. Dc JODDRIDGE. II23 1 O thou, whose filmed and failing eye, Ere yet it closed in death, Beheld thy mother's agony The shameful cross beneath ! 2 Remember them, like her, through whom The sword of grief is driven, And oh, to cheer their cheerless gloom, Be thy dear mercy given ! 3 Let thine own word of tenderness Drop on them from above ; Its music shall the lone heart bless Its touch shall heal with love ! 4 O Son of Mary ! Son of God ! The way of mortal ill By thy blest feet in triumph trod. Our feet are treading still ! 5 But not with strength like thine we go This dark and dreadful way ; As thou wert strengthened in thy woe, So strengthen us, we pray ! a. R. T. DEATH AND IMMORTALITY. BARBY. C. M. I. Oh, for an o - ver - com - ing faith, To cheer my £2. -m--m- „ ,. | dy - ing hours ; £5& 1124 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, My quivering lips should sing, — " Where is thy boasted victory, grave ; And where, O death, thy sting ? " 3 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid ; — Who makes us conquerors, while we die, Through Christ, our living Head ! Watts. 1125 i Thro' sorrow's night,and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, followers of our suffering Lord, Are marching to the tomb. ■e soon. || Love, rest, and home ! Sweet home ! Lord, tarry not, but come. 4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, I shall be soon ; || Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the pulse's fever beating, | I shall be soon. [| Love, rest, and home ! Sweet home ! Lord, tarrv not, but come. DEATH AND IMMORTALITY 5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, | I shall be soon ; || Beyond the rock-waste and the river, | Beyond the ever and the never, | I shall be soon. || Love, rest, and home ! Sweet home ! Lord, tarry not, but come. 463 A LITTLE WHILE 1. Oh, for the peace which flow - eth like a riv - er, Mak - ing life's S pWI & m ra- r^r — r f^W des - ert pla - ces bloom and smile ! Oh, for the faith to grasp heav-en's ■m- £t -*=- ^E # P m ^m ^m 1 bright " for - ev - er," m g=^ mid the shad - ows of earth's "lit -tie while." ^ P^ T^ I 147 a A little while for patient vigil-keeping, To face the storm, to battle with the strong ; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest home I 3 A little while the earthen pitcher taking To wayside brooks from far-off fountains fed; Then the cool lip its thirst forever slaking Beside the fullness of the fountain head ! 4 A little while to keep the oil from failing, A little while faith's flickering lamp to trim • And then the bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, To haste to meet him with the bridal hymn ! 5 And he who is himself the Gift and Giver, — The future glory and the present smile. — With the bright promise of the glad forever Will light the shadows of the " little while ! " jane Crewdson 464 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. THE UPPER FOLD. lOs & 6s. Peculiar. B. R. Hakbv. v V 4 * -I 1- 3=£-JiJ J ^diJ ^^-izTT^n g>"4 g > 11^^ 1. 'Mid the past-ures green of the bless - ed isles, Where nev - er is heat or cold, !=)£=§ •in ^¥ s d=|: rflJ J»N Jlrl *=» r^p *E3E Where the light of life is the Shepherd's smile, Are the lambs of the Up- per Fold. fejMMJ^pkbJ-.uij^M Where the lil - ies blossom in fade- less spring, And nev- er a heart grows old, 4*- 4*- 4 — - ' I i I — "^T^^ — 1 Ip* — 1 — 1 ' fz^^-n *-- -A W & ^^m m §--§—» =*r=y=* *=■: Where the glad new song is the song they sing, Are the lambs of the Up - per -*- -0- ^~T~^" ^m m £r. £=£ ^^ -*» — K»- First. I Second. Fine D.S. b?*f— 5 — 1 , 1- — — Fold, Fold. -H^P — 2 — P — P1 — * - U 1 ^ ^ 1 1 Lambs of the Up - per -53 — Fold, -i — 9— %— % — , Lambs of the Up - pe r Fold. *«- = rf^ =u 1 ti* 1 1 — 1 — 1 1+8 2 There are tiny mounds where the hopes of earth, Were laid 'neath the tear-wet mold, But the light that paled at the stricken hearth, Was joy to the Upper Fold : Oh, the white stone beareth a new name now, That never on earth was told, And the tender Shepherd doth guard with care The lambs of tin: Upper Fold. OCCASIONAL. SESSIONS L. O. Emerson. i. The heavens declare thy glo-ry, Lord, (Sj- -