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[RE\7SED  EDITION.] 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 X 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 SELECTED  AXD  ORIGINAL. 
 
 BY  THE  REV.  STARKE  DUPLTT. 
 
 Twenty -Second     Edition. 
 
 L  0  UISVILLE  : 
 PUBLISHED   BY  MORTON    &    GRISWOLD, 
 
 AND  SOLD  BY  COUNTRY  MERCHANTS  GENERALLY  IN   THE 
 WESTERN  states: 
 
 1   841   . 
 
iJN'iTEi)  States  of  America,  )  <^  - 
 DistricL  of  Kentucky,        \  "^ 
 
 Be  it  remembered,  that  on  ihe  second  day  of  Au- 
 g-ust,  Anno  Domini,  one  thousand  eight  hiinared  aiid 
 thirty-two,  \Y.  ^Y.  Worsley,  of  the  said  District,  hath 
 dojxwitod  in  this  ofllce  the  title  of  a  book,  the  title  of 
 which  iy  in  tlie  words  foliowing,  to  wit: 
 
 'Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  selected  and  original. 
 By  the  If.EV.  Starke  Di:puv.  Seventh  edition;  en- 
 larged and  greatly  improved.' 
 
 The  right  whereof  he  claims  a.s  proprietor,  in  con- 
 Ibrmily  with  an  act  of  Congress,  enritlcd  '  An  act  to 
 ajneiid  the  several  acts  respecting  copy-rights.' 
 JOHN  H.  HAXXA, 
 Clprh  of  (Jie  District  of  KenU'cky. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 Christian  Reader  : 
 
 Desiring  and  hoping  to  do  some  religions  good,  1 
 again  publish  a  new  edition  of  nw  selection  of  Hymns^ 
 in  which  I  have  added  a  number  of  Hymns  and  Songs 
 not  contained  in  the  former  editions.  The  compiler 
 has  taken  much  pains  to  collect,  connect,  and  place 
 under  one  rimning  head,  hymns  on  the  same  subject, 
 for  the  convenience  of  ministers  of  the  Gospel  and 
 teachers  of  sacred  music  ;  ibr  the  comfort  of  doubtmg, 
 pious  Christians,  and  for  the  encouragement  of  the 
 penitent  soul. 
 
 Beloved  brethren  in  the  Lord,  although  I  have  re- 
 moved from  Kentucky  to  Tennessee,  1  have  not  for- 
 gotten my  Kenmcky  brethren.  Many  sweet  and  com- 
 fortable hom-s  have  I  had  with  you,  my  dear  brethreru 
 Although  we  are  far  separated,  yet  I  hope  one  spirit 
 unites  us  to  our  blessed  Immaxuel.  Thus  we  are  o?ie 
 in  Christ — happy, — thrice  l^lessed  ! — if  we  are  united 
 to  Jesus.  Not  all  our  affliction,  turmoil  and  pain,  shall 
 spoil  our  future  b!i?s,  or  keep  us  from  our  Father's* 
 house.  Soon  we  shall  see  Jesus,  and  meet  each  other 
 my  dears,  never  to  part !  Perhaps  this  is  the  last  salu- 
 tation I  may  make  you  in  life.  My  lungs  yet  continue 
 too  weak  to  bear  public  preaching.  I  beg  you  to  im- 
 plore the  Divine  Majesty  to  make  yom*  very  unworthy 
 brother  Starke  Dupuy  useful  in  some  way  while  he 
 lives ;  to  support  him  under  all  his  trials,  and  especially 
 to  fit  him  for  heaven,  "  the  chief  of  sinners."  And  i 
 also  beg  your  prayers  in  behalf  of  all  my  family,  par* 
 ticularly  one  son,  who  is  sorely  afflicted  ivith  fits. 
 
 O,  that  my  blessed  Jesus  may  make  loe  of  some 
 Janning  veri«8  x  seiisnce  to  arouse  iti  «cure,  and 
 
bring  some  precious,  thoughtless  sinner  to  see  his  ios( 
 condition,  and  lead  him  to  his  lo\'ing  arms,  that  he  may 
 obtain  pardon  and  salvation.  Dear,  precious  sinner 
 pray  consider  that  you  are  condemned  by  God's  holy 
 Law ;  that  you  are  mifit  for  heaven ;  that  the  wrath 
 of  Almighty  God  abideth  on  you  ;  and  that,  dying  un- 
 converted, your  immortal  soul  must  }>erish  eternally  !II 
 O,  flee  to  Jesus  for  salvation. 
 
 To  conclude,  your  unworthy  servant  would  implore 
 the  kind  bestower  of  every  good,  to  crowTi  his  feeble 
 work  with  success.  He  would  humbly  dedicate  it  to 
 all  who  love  sincerely  our  blessed  IMMAXUEL ;  and 
 may  the  Spirit  of  all  Grace  bear  on  celestial  wings 
 tliese  sacred  lines, 
 
 "  And  smile  on  each  divine  attempt 
 To  spread  the  Go?pel  rays." 
 
 May  his  sacred  influence  inspire  each  humble  breas/ 
 to  praise  KING  JESUS,  while  sinners  learn  his  name 
 and  join  the  sacred  song  in  sweetest  harmony. 
 
 STARKE  DUPUY. 
 j     Tennessee,  near  Memphis. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 MORNING  HYMNS. 
 
 BuRKETT.]     1,     C.  M     A  Morning  Hymn, 
 
 MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 
 And  gave  me  dweet  repose ; 
 My  God  did  watch  e'en  wliile  I  slept. 
 Or  I  had  never  rose. 
 
 2  What  terrors  have  I  'scaped  this  night, 
 
 Which  have  on  others  fell  I 
 Nmnbers  have,  doubtless,  slept  their  last. 
 Perhaps  have  waked  in  hell  I 
 
 3  Sweet  sleep  restores  tliat  strength  to  me 
 
 Which  nature  did  devour ; 
 My  body  did  in  weakness  rest. 
 But  it  is  raised  in  power. 
 i  Lord,  for  the  mercies  of  the  night, 
 JMy  humble  thanks  I  pay, 
 And  mito  thee  I  dedicate 
 The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 
 5  Let  this  day  praise  thee,  O  my  God, 
 And  so  let  all   my  days  ; 
 And  O,  let  my  eternal  day 
 Be  thy  eternal  praise. 
 
 2.    C.  M.     A  Morning  Hymn. 
 rilHE  veil  of  night  is  now  withdrawn, 
 -■-    And  day  salutes  our  eyes ; 
 Fatigued  and  spent  we  laid  us  down, 
 RefreshM  and  hale  we  rise. 
 
6  MORNING  HYMNS. 
 
 2  Safe  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  arm, 
 
 Securely  we  have  slept. 
 While  he  wlio  never  sleeps,  from  harm 
 Our  senseless  bodies  kept. 
 
 3  Come,  then,  let's  early  thanks  repay, 
 
 To  him  who  never  sleeps ; 
 He  shades  the  night,  he  gilds  the  day, 
 Our  sleeping  dust  he  keeps. 
 
 4  Let's  live  to  him  wliose  quick'ning  voice 
 
 A  dying  life  prolongs ; 
 As  daily  he  renews  our  joys, 
 Let  us  repeat  our  songs. 
 
 3.     C.  M.     A  Morning  Hymn, 
 \  WAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day : 
 
 -^^  Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes. 
 And  burst  the  pond'rous  chain  that  loads 
 Thy  active   faculties. 
 
 2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread 
 
 In  my  defenceless  sleep  ; 
 Let  him  have  all  my  waking  hours, 
 Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 
 
 3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 
 
 And  arm  my  soul  with  grace ; 
 As,  rising  now,  I  seal  my  vows 
 To  prosecute  my  ways. 
 
 4  Bright  Sim  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
 
 Tiiy  radiant  beams  display, 
 And  guide  my  dark,  bewilder'd  soul 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 4.     L.  M.     A  Morning  Hymn. 
 WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
 ■  Thy  dail}"  stage  of  duty  rmi ; 
 
 Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
 
 To  pay  the  morning  sacrifice. 
 
 A 
 
MORXING  HYMNS.  7 
 
 2  Glory  to  God,  who  safely  kept, 
 
 4nd  hath  refrcsh'd  nie  wliile  I  slept; 
 Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
 I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 
 
 3  Walie,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart. 
 And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
 Who  all  the  ni^ht  miwearied  sing-,  • 
 All  glory  to  th.e  heavenly  King. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     5.     C.  31.     A  Morning  Song. 
 
 ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  dsy 
 Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
 Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
 To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 
 
 2  Night  mito  night  his  name  repeats. 
 
 The  day  renevrs  tlie  sound. 
 Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  whicli  he  sits 
 To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
 
 3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 
 
 My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
 My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  liame, 
 And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 
 
 4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread, 
 
 And  I  could  ne'er  vnthstand ; 
 Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead, 
 But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 
 
 5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  ore  lied 
 
 Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
 And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
 And  yet  my  moments  run.] 
 
 6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  liours  be  tliinc, 
 
 Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 
 Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
 Knd  bring  a  pleasant  night 
 
i  MORNING  HYMNS. 
 
 Daniel.]     6.     L.  M. 
 
 rilHIS  morning-  let  my  praise  arise 
 -*-    To  Him,  who  all  my  wants  supplies ; 
 He  has  preserv'd  me  all  tliis  night, 
 To  see  once  more  the  morning  light. 
 
 2  Ten  thousand,  since  the  setting  sun, 
 To  an  eternal  world  have  gone ; 
 Ten  thousand  more  on  beds  of  pain, 
 While  I,  in  life  and  health,  remain. 
 
 3  May  I,  this  day,  by  grace  pursue 
 The  work  designed  for  me  to  do ; 
 And,  w4ien  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
 May  angels  bear  my  spirit  home. 
 
 4  There  to  behold  my  Saviour's  face. 
 And  praise  his  rich,  redeeming  grace. 
 And,  through  a  long  eternity. 
 
 Give  praise  to  the  Eternal  Three. 
 
 Watts.]     T.    L.  M. 
 
 GOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
 The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise< 
 And,  hke  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
 
 To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 
 
 2  Oh  I  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 
 
 Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
 With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
 
 March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way, 
 
 3  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  witli  this. 
 
M 
 
 Watts.]     §.     L.  M. 
 A  Song  for  Morning  or  Evening. 
 Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
 
 Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
 And  morning  mercies  from  above 
 Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 
 
 2  Tliou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  nighty 
 
 Great  Guardian  of  my  sleepuig  honrs  ; 
 Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
 And  qidckens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
 
 3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command; 
 
 To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
 Perpetual  blessings,  from  thy  hand, 
 Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 
 
 EVEXLXG  IIYMXS. 
 
 9,     S.  ^I.     .4/2  Evening  Hymn, 
 
 THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
 The  evening  shades  appear ; 
 O,  may  we  all  remember  well, 
 The  night  of  death  is  near, 
 2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
 Upon  our  beds  to  rest  j 
 So  deatli  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
 Of  what  we  now  possess. 
 S  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
 Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
 Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 
 Till  morning  light  appears. 
 4  And  when  we  early  rise. 
 
 And  view  tii'  unwearied  sim, 
 May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize. 
 And  after  glory  run. 
 A2 
 
10  EVENING  HYMNS. 
 
 5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
 And  we  from  time  remove, 
 O,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
 The  bosom  of  thy  love. 
 
 10.     C.  M.     An  Evening  Hymn. 
 TVrOW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
 -^^    Let  warmest  thanks  arise; 
 Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
 An  evening  sacrifice. 
 S  This  day  God  vras  our  sim  and  shield 
 Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 
 His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown. 
 His  mercies  multiplied. 
 
 3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 
 
 Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
 Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  wero 
 More  swifl  and  free  than  they. 
 
 4  New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joy\ 
 
 Do  a  new  song  require — 
 Till  I  shall  praise  thee  as  I  would. 
 Accept  my  heart's  desire. 
 
 11.     C.  M.     An  Evening  Hymn. 
 
 NOW,  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone, 
 A  doubtful  few  remains ; 
 Come,  then,  review  what  thou  liast  doa 
 Eternal  life  to  gain. 
 
 2  Dost  thou  get  forvrard  in  thy  race. 
 
 As  time  still  posts  away  ? 
 And  die  to  sin  and  grow  in  grace. 
 With  every  passing  day  ? 
 
 3  O,  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dreams;, 
 
 To  be  siu-prisM  by  death, 
 And  sink,  unthinking,  dovm  to  flamcSt 
 When  God  demands  thy  breath. 
 
 mfm^ 
 
EVENING  HYMNS.  U 
 
 4  No ;  every  day  thy  course  review, 
 The  real  case  to  learn  ; 
 And,  with  renewed  zeal,  pursue 
 Thy  great  and  chief  concern. 
 
 12.     L.  M.     An  Evening  Hymiu 
 
 GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night. 
 For  all  tlie  blessings  of  the  ligJit ; 
 Keep  nie,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings^ 
 Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 
 
 2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  tny  dear  Son, 
 The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
 That  witli  the  world,  myself,  and  the«, 
 I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live,  tliat  I  may  dread 
 The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
 Te^ch  me  to  die,  tiiat  so  I  may 
 Rise  glorious  at  the  av/ful  day. 
 
 4  O,  kt  my  soul  on  tliee  repose  I 
 
 And  may  sweet  sleep  my  e2/e-nd3  close  ; 
 Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make. 
 To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awal;e. 
 
 5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
 
 My  8oul  v.'itli  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
 Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
 No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest- 
 Praise  God,  &c. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     13.    C.  M.    An  Evening  Sonff, 
 
 DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 
 Like  holy  incense,  rise  ; 
 Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue. 
 To  reach  the  lolly  skies. 
 Q  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
 Thy  hand  was  stiU  my  guard ; 
 
12  PROVIDENCE. 
 
 And  still,  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
 Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 
 
 3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above, 
 
 Encompass  me  around  ; 
 But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
 Hath  my  Creator  found. 
 
 4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 
 
 To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
 How  are  my  follies  multiplied. 
 Fast  as  my  minutes  roll  I 
 
 5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 
 
 To  thy  dear  cross  I  fice. 
 And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
 To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
 
 6  Sprinkled  afresli  with  pard'ning  blood, 
 
 I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
 As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
 Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 
 
 PROVIDENCE. 
 
 Addison.]     14,     C.  M. 
 
 'Providential  mercies  reviewed.  Ps.  ciii.  1.  5. 
 ^HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
 My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
 Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
 Li  wonder,  love  and  praise. 
 
 2  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 
 
 Tiiy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
 Before  my  infajt  heart  conceiv'd 
 from  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 
 
 3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
 
 With  heedless  steps  I  ran. 
 Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyM  me  safe, 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
GOD.  13 
 
 4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
 
 Thy  goodness  I'Jl  pursue, 
 And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds. 
 The  pleasing  theme  renew. 
 
 5  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
 
 A  grateful  song  Fll  raise : 
 But,  O!  Eternity's  too  short 
 To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
 
 GOD. 
 
 Williams's  Psalms.]     15.     L.  M. 
 The  unity  of  God.    Dcut.  vi.  4. 
 
 ETERNAL  God  I  Almighty  Cause 
 Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown; 
 All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
 All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 
 
 2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
 Of  all  within  itself  possest ; 
 Controll'd  by  none  are  thy  commands, 
 Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 
 
 3  To  thee  alone  oiu'selves  wc  owe, 
 
 Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay  ; 
 
 All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
 
 Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 
 
 4  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands, 
 Their  idol-deities  dethrone  ; 
 
 Reduce  the  world  to  thy  commands. 
 And  reign,  as  thou  art  God  alone. 
 
 16.    L.  M. 
 
 The  spirituality  of  God.     John  iv.  24. 
 
 TIIOU  art,  O  God  !  a  spirit  pure. 
 Invisible  to  mortal  eyes  ; 
 Til'  immortal  and  th'  eternal  King, 
 ''^he  great,  the  good,  tlie  only  wise. 
 
14  GOD. 
 
 2  Whilst  nature  changes,  and  her  works 
 
 Corrupt,  decay,  dissolve  and  die; 
 Thy  essence  pure,  no  change  shall  see. 
 Secure  of  immortality. 
 
 3  Thou  great  Invisible  I   what  hand 
 
 Can  draw  thy  image,  spotless  fair? 
 To  w^hat  in  heaven,  to  vvhat  on  earth. 
 Can  men  th'  immortal  King  compars? 
 
 4  Let  stupid  heathens  frame  their  gods 
 
 Of  gold  and  silver,  wood  and  stone ; 
 Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heavens, 
 Jehovah  Ae,  and  God  alone. 
 
 5  My  soul,  thy  purest  homage  pay, 
 
 In  truth  and  spirit  him  adore ; 
 More  shall  this  please  than  sacrifice. 
 Than  outward  forms,  delight  him  more* 
 
 Dr. Watts.]     17.     CM.     God's  Eternity, 
 
 RISE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground 
 Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad. 
 And  rouse  up  every  tuneful  sound. 
 To  praise  tli'  eternal  God. 
 
 2  Long  ere  the  lofly  skies  were  spread, 
 
 Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne, 
 Or  Adam  form'd,  or  Angels  made, 
 The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 
 
 3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 
 
 But  still  maintain  their  prime; 
 Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
 And  ever  is  his  time. 
 
 4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 
 
 The  present  and  tlie  past. 
 
 He  fills  his  own  immortal  now 
 
 And  sees  our  ages  waste. 
 
GOD.  15 
 
 5  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 
 
 And  vast  destruction  come ; 
 Tlie  creatures — look  I   how  old  they  grow, 
 And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 
 
 6  Well,  let  tlie  sea  shrink  all  away, 
 
 And  flame  melt  down  the  skies; 
 My  God  shall  live  in  endless  day, 
 When  th'  old  creation  dies. 
 
 Watts.]     IS.     C.  M. 
 IJie  divine  glories  above  our  reason. 
 
 HOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright, 
 Must  our  Creator  be, 
 Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
 Of  vast  infinity  I 
 
 2  Our  soaring  spirits  upward  rise 
 
 Towards  the  celestial  throne  ; 
 Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Thre« 
 And  the  Almighty  One. 
 
 3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings. 
 
 And  climbs  above  the  skies ; 
 But  still,  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
 Our  grov'lling  reason  lies  I 
 
 4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  soola^ 
 
 And  awfiilly  adore  ; 
 For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
 
 Can  stretch  a  tliought  no  more.] 
 3  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 
 
 Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
 In  vain  the  highest  seraph  trie« 
 
 To  form  an  equal  song. 
 fi  [Jn  humble  notes  our  faith  adore* 
 
 The  great  mysterious  King, 
 WTiile  angels  strain  their  nobler  powcra, 
 
 And  sweep  lb'  immortal  string.] 
 
16  GOD. 
 
 19.     L.M. 
 
 A  song  of  praise  to  the  ever  Messed  Trinity^  God 
 the  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Spirit. 
 T3LESS'D  be  the  Father  aiid  liis  love, 
 -■-'  To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
 Rivers  of  endless  joys  above. 
 And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
 
 2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
 
 From  whose  dear  womided  body  roils 
 A  jirecioiis  stream  of  vital  blood, 
 Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 
 
 3  We  give  thee.  Sacred  Spirit,  praise. 
 
 Who,  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
 Makes  living  streams  of  grace  arise. 
 And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 
 
 4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 
 And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore. 
 
 That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
 
 Without  a  bottom  or  a  sliorc. 
 
 Watts.]     20.     L.  M. 
 
 God  supreme  and  self-snfficienf. 
 
 WHAT  is  our  God,  and  what  Jiis  name. 
 Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach ; 
 He  dwells  concealM  in  radiant  fianie. 
 Where  neither  eyes  nor  thought  can  reach 
 
 2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light 
 
 Compar'd  with  him  liow  short  they  fall  1 
 They  are  too  dark,   and  lie  too  bright. 
 Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 
 
 3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  word,   and  lo  I 
 
 Creation  rose  at  his  command : 
 Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
 Bound  in  tlie  hollow  of  his  hand. 
 
 _j 
 
GOD.  17 
 
 4  There  rests  the  earth ;  there  roll  the  spheres 
 
 There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop : 
 But  his  own  self-sufficience  bears 
 The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 
 
 5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 
 
 Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon : 
 No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows ; 
 Plis  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 
 
 6  Then  fly,  my  song,  an  endless  round  ; 
 
 The  lolly  tune  let  Gabriel  raise ; 
 All  nature  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
 But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     21.     C.  M.     Infinity. 
 
 rjlHY  names,  how  infinite  they  be ! 
 -*-    Great,  everlasting  One  I 
 Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
 And  unconfin'd  thy  tlirone. 
 
 2  Thy  glories  shine,  of  wondrous  size, 
 
 And  wondrous  large  tliy  grace ; 
 Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes, 
 And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 
 
 3  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 
 
 Which  angels  cannot  sound ; 
 An  otcan  of  infinities, 
 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowTi'd. 
 
 4  The  myst'ries  of  creation  lie 
 
 Beneath  enlighten'd  minds ; 
 Thoughts  can  ascend  above  the  sky, 
 And  fly  before  the  winds. 
 
 5  Reason  may  grasp  the  massy  hills, 
 
 And  stretch  from  pole  to  pole; 
 But  half  thy  name  our  spirit  fills, 
 And  overloads  our  soul. 
 
18  GOD. 
 
 6  In  vain  our  haughty  reason  swefls, 
 For  nothing- 's  found  in  tliee 
 But  boundless  inconceivables, 
 And  vast  eternity. 
 
 Watts.]     22.     L.  M. 
 God  exalted  above  all  praise. 
 
 ETERNAL  pov\'er  I  whose  high  abode 
 Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God : 
 Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
 Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 
 The  lowest  step  about  thy  seat 
 Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet ; 
 In  vain  the  tall  archangel  tries 
 To  reach  the  heiglit  witli  wond'ring  eyes. 
 Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
 We  would  adore  our  maker  too : 
 From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
 The  Great,  tlie  Holy,  and  the  High. 
 Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame, 
 And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  Name  ; 
 But,  O,  the  glories  of  thy  Mind 
 Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind  ; 
 God  is  in  heaven,  but  man  below ; 
 Be  short  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few ; 
 A  sacred  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
 And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 
 
 S.  Stennett.]     23.    C.  M. 
 
 Mercy  and  truth  met  together.  Ps.  Lxixxv.  10. 
 
 WHEN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 
 Disclos'd  his  kind  design 
 To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
 From  Hiis'ry,  shame  and  sin, 
 
GOD.  19 
 
 2  Quick  through  tlie  reahns  of  light  and  bliss 
 
 The  gospel  tidings  ran ; 
 Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news 
 That  God  would   dwell  with  man. 
 
 3  Yet,  midst  their  joys,  they  paus'd  awhile, 
 
 And  ask'd,  with  strange  surprise, 
 *  But,  how  can  injured  Justice  smile, 
 '  Or  look  with  pitying  eyes  ? 
 
 4  [*Will  the  Almighty  deign  again 
 
 '  To  \'isit  yonder  world, 
 'And  hither  bring  rebelhous  men, 
 '  Whence  rebels  once  were  hurPd  ? 
 
 5  'Their  tears  and  groans  and  deep  distree^s 
 
 '  Aloud  for  mercy  call ; 
 '  But,  ah !  must  truth  and  righteousness 
 '  To  mercy,  victims  fall  ?' 
 
 6  So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 
 
 Delighted,  yet  surpris'd. 
 Eager  to  know  the  wondrous  plan 
 That  wisdom  had  devisM.] 
 
 7  The  son  of  God,  attentive,  heard. 
 
 And  quickly  thus  replied  ; 
 '  In  me  let  mercy  be  reviv'd, 
 'And  justice  satisfied. 
 
 8  'Behold,  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 
 
 '  A  sacrifice  to  God ; 
 'Let  angry  justice  now,  no  more 
 '  Demand  tlie  sinner's  blood.' 
 
 9  He  spake  ;  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung 
 
 With  shouts  of  loud  applause ; 
 
 '  He  died  !'  the  friendly  angels  sung 
 
 Nor  cease  their  rapt'rous  joys. 
 
20  CREATION. 
 
 CREATION. 
 
 Needham.]    24.    L.  M. 
 A  summary  view  of  the  Creation.   Gen.  i. 
 
 LOOK  up,  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes. 
 To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies 
 With  your  glad  notes,  his  praise  rehearse 
 Who  form'd  the  mighty  miiverse. 
 
 2  He  spoke,  and  from  the  womb  of  night, 
 At  once  sprung  up  the  cheering  light ; 
 Him  discord  heard,  and  at  his  nod, 
 Beauty  awoke,  and  spoke  the  God. 
 
 3  The  word  he  gave,  th'  obedient  sun 
 Began  his  glorious  race  to  run; 
 Nor  silver  moon,  nor  stars  delay, 
 To  glide  along  th'  ethereal  way. 
 
 4  Teeming  with  life,  air,  earth,  and  sea. 
 Obey  th*  Almighty's  high  decree ; 
 
 To  every  tribe,  he  gives  tlieir  food, 
 I'hen  speaks  the  wliole  divinely  good. 
 
 5  But  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan. 
 From  earth  and  dust  he  fashion'd  man  ; 
 In  man  the  last,  in  him  the  best, 
 
 Tlie  Maker's  image  stands  confessM. 
 5  Lord,  while  thy  glorious  w^orks  I  view 
 Form  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew; 
 Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine. 
 And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     25.    L.  M. 
 God^s  goodness  to  the  Children  of  Men, 
 
 YE  Sons  of  Men,  with  joy  record 
 The  various  w^onders  of  the  Lord, 
 And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound, 
 Thro'  all  your  tribes  the  world  around. 
 
THE  FALL.  21 
 
 2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
 Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light. 
 Where  sun  and  moon  and  planets  roll, 
 And  stars  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 3  But  O,  that  brighter  world  above  I 
 Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
 God's  only  Son,  in  flesli  array'd, 
 
 For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made  I 
 
 4  Thither,  my  soul,  in  rapture   soar. 
 There  in  the  land  of  praise  adore  ; 
 The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
 Demands  an  everlasting  day. 
 
 THE  FALL. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Lyric  Poems.     26,     L.  M. 
 Original  sin,  or  the  first  and  second  Adam 
 
 ADA3I,  oiu:  father  and  our  head, 
 Transgress'd,  and  justice  doom'd  us  dead; 
 The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair. 
 There  's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there. 
 
 2  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  skies ; 
 Seraphs  the  mighty  and  the  wise, 
 Speak,  are  you  strong  to  bear  the  load, 
 The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  GOD  ? 
 
 3  In  vain  we  ask,  for  all  around 
 
 Stand  silent  throuH"h  the  heavenly  ground, 
 There  's  not  a  glorious  mind  above, 
 Has  half  the  strength,  or  half  the  love-. 
 
 4  But  O !  unmeasurable  grace  ! 
 
 Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place ; 
 Down  to  our  world  the  Sa\'iour  flies, 
 ^  Stretches  his  arms,  and  bleeds  and  dies. 
 
 5  Amazing  work !   look  down,  ye  skies, 
 Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes, 
 Ye  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
 All  bow  to  this  mysterious  love. 
 
22  rHE  FALL. 
 
 Dn.  Doddridge.]     27.     L.  M. 
 
 The  effects  of  the  Fall  lamented.    Psalm  cxix 
 
 136—158. 
 
 ARISE,  my  tenderest  tlioiiglits,  ai'ise  ; 
 To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyea 
 And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
 Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  keaL 
 
 2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
 See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus^  name  , 
 The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son  ; 
 The  world  abused ;  the  soul  undont 
 
 3  Sec  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
 Closing  in  everlasting  night ; 
 
 In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
 Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 
 
 4  My  God,  I  feci  the  mournful  scene ; 
 jNIy  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
 And  fain  my  pit}^  would  reclaim, 
 
 And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 
 
 5  But  feeblt?  m.y  compassion  proves. 
 
 And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
 Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
 And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2§.     L.  M. 
 The  fall  and  recovenj  of  man  ;   or,  Chnst  and  Sa 
 
 tan  at  enmity.     Gen.  iii.  1,  L5,  17;  Gal.  iv.  4 
 
 Col.  ii.  15. 
 
 yiECEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 
 -"-^  Adam,  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 
 When  Satan,  in  tlie  serpent  hid, 
 Propos'u  the  fruit  tliat  God  forbid. 
 
 2  Death  was  the  threat'ning ;  Death  began 
 To  take  possession  of  the  man  ; 
 His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
 And  heavy  curses  .smote  tlie  ground. 
 
THE  FALL.  23 
 
 3  But  Satan  found  a  wor?e  reward  ; 
 Thus  saith  tlie  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
 *Let  everlasting-  liatred  be, 
 
 *  Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 
 
 4  '  Tlie  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son  ; 
 
 '  He  shall  destroy  wliat  thou  hast  done  ; 
 'Shall  break  tliy  head,  and  only  feel 
 
 *  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 
 
 5  [He  spake ;  and  bid  four  thousand  year? 
 Roll  on ; — at  length  liis  Son  appears ; 
 Angels  with  joy  descend  to  eartli. 
 And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birtli, 
 
 6  Lo,  by  the  sons  of  hell  he  dies ; 
 
 But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  skies. 
 He  gave  their  prmce  a  fatal  blow. 
 And  triumph'd  o'er  the  powers  below.] 
 
 Watts.]     29.     C.  :\L 
 
 Oris'inal  sin^  or  the  ^first  and  second  Adarn, 
 
 Romans  v.  12,  6.     Ps.  li.  o.     Job  xiv.  4. 
 
 BACKWARD, with  humble  shame,  we  look 
 On  our  orin;inal, 
 How  is  our  nature  dash'd  and  broke 
 In  our  first  flither's  fall  ! 
 
 2  To  all  that's  good  averse  and  blind, 
 
 But  prone  to  all  that's  ill. 
 What  dreadial  darkness  veils  our  mind '. 
 How  obstinate  our  will  I 
 
 3  [Conceiv'd  in  sin,  (O,  wretched   state  !) 
 
 Before  we  draw  our  breath. 
 The  first  young  pulse  begins  to  beat 
 Iniquity  and  death. 
 
 4  How  strong  in  our  degenerate  blood, 
 
 The  old  corruption  rei^^ns. 
 And,  mingled  with  the  crooked  flood. 
 Wanders  tli rough  all  our  veins  I] 
 
24  INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 5  [Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root, 
 
 Will  all  the  branches  be ; 
 How  can  we  hope  for  living*  fruit 
 From  such  a  deadly  tree? 
 
 6  What  mortal  pow'r,  from  things  imclean 
 
 Ccin  pure  productions  bring  ? 
 Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
 From  an  infected  spring  ?] 
 
 7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 
 
 Can  make  our  nature  clean. 
 While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
 The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 
 
 8  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 
 
 The  ruins  of  the  first : 
 Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  power 
 That  new  creates  our  dust  I 
 
 INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Medley.]     30.     C.  M. 
 The  incarnation  of  Christ.     Luke  ii.  14. 
 
 MORTALS,  awake ;  with  angels  join 
 And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
 Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
 To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
 
 2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
 
 And  svv^eet  seraphic  fire 
 Through  all  the  shining  regions  ran, 
 And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 
 
 3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
 
 And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 
 The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
 'Tv/as  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 
 
 4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 
 
 Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 
 
INCARNATION  OF  CHRISl'.  25 
 
 And  ang-els  flew  with  eager  joy ; 
 To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
 
 5  [Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 
 
 Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
 When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light 
 The  wondrous  scene  unfurl'd.] 
 
 6  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 
 
 And  ?-lory  leads  the  song ; 
 Good--^/-iil  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
 Ih'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 
 
 7  [O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 
 
 Our  hearts  and  son^s  to  raise. 
 Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  atK)ve, 
 And  mingle  witli  our  lays  !] 
 
 8  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
 
 "  Glory  to  God  on  high ; 
 "Good- will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
 "  Jesus  was  born  to  die.  " 
 
 9  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail ! 
 
 Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
 Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life,  should  fell 
 Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 
 
 31.     The  song  of  the  Axgels.     7s. 
 
 HARK,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
 "Glory  to  the  new-born  King; 
 "Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
 "  God  and  sinners  reccncil'd.  " 
 
 2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise. 
 Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
 
 Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
 Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness. 
 
 3  (Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
 
 Bom,  that  man  no  more  might  die » 
 Bom  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
 Born  to  give  them  second  birth.) 
 B 
 
26  INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 4  Come,  desire  of  nations,  come, 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home ; 
 Rise,  the  woman's  promisM   seed, 
 Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 
 
 5  Glory  to  the  new-born  King", 
 Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing-, 
 
 **  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
 **  Grod  and  sinners  reconcil'd. " 
 
 Steele.]     32.    C.  M. 
 
 The  Incarnation,     John  i.  14. 
 
 A  WAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song" 
 •^^   To  our  incarnate  Lord  : 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
 Adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
 
 2  That   awful  Word,  that  sovereign  pow' 
 
 By  whom  the  worlds  were  made, 
 (O,  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  I) 
 Was  once  in  flesh  array'd. 
 
 3  Then  shone  almig-lit.y  power  and  love 
 
 In  all  their  glorious  forms. 
 When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
 To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 
 
 4  To  dwell  with  misery  below 
 
 The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 
 And  sank  to  wretchedness  and  woo 
 That  worthless  man  might  rise, 
 
 5  Adoringr  angels  tun'd  their  songs, 
 
 To  hail  the  joyful  day; 
 With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
 Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 
 
 6  What  glory.  Lord,  to  thee  is  duel 
 
 With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
 But,  could  we  sing  as  angels  dO| 
 Our  laghest  praise  were  poor. 
 
THE  UFE  0¥  CHRIST.  27 
 
 33.     L>  M. 
 
 Song  of  the  angels  at  the  birth  oj  ChrisL 
 Luke  ii.  13,  14 
 
 HARK  the  melodious,  heavenly  son^ 
 Bursting  from  glory  rolls  along 
 Down  to  my  joy-enraptiu-'d  heart ; 
 Celestial  choirs  the  notes  impart. 
 
 2  '  Glory  on  high,*  they  sing,  '  to  God, 
 *And  peace  on  earth,'  they  sound  abroad, 
 
 *  Good-will  to  men  ;'    they  loud  proclaim, 
 
 *  Tlirough  an  Incarnate  Saviour's  iiajn©/ 
 
 3  My  soul,  arise  and  join  this  host's 
 Blest  song,  blest  tidings  to  the  lost ; 
 With  angel  bands  aloud  proclaim 
 
 *  The  Savioiu  's  born  in  Bethlehem.' 
 
 4  Let  the  glad  tidings  echo  round  : 
 Extend  from  earth  to  heav'n  the  sound, 
 Hail !  the  blest  day,  when  Christ  came  down. 
 To  make  his  love  to  mortals  known, 
 
 5  Sing  of  his  love  in  sweetest  strains  ; 
 Tell  the  whole  world  our  Jesus  reigns. 
 
 *  Good-will,  and  peace,  ajid  glory,'  sing, 
 
 *  To  Christ,  our  Saviour,  God  and  King/ 
 
 THE  LIFE  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]    34.    L.  M. 
 
 The  example  of  Christ. 
 
 TLTY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lordl 
 -'''-■-  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
 But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
 Drawn  out  in  li\dng  charaa^rs. 
 I  tiioi  yrii  thy  truth,  «£&a  suoa  thy  laali 
 
28  THE  DEATH  OF  CHKIST. 
 
 Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
 
 I  virould  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 
 
 3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
 Witness'd  tlie  fervour  of  thy  prayer, 
 Tlie  desert  thy  temptations  Imew, 
 Tliy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
 More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 
 
 Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
 Amongst  the  followers  of  the  lamb. 
 
 THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Whitfield's  Collection.]     35.     L.  M. 
 Behold  the  man.    Job  xix. 
 
 YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man, 
 The  man  of  grief,  condemn'd  for  you 
 The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
 Weeping,  to  Calvary  pm'sue. 
 
 2  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear; 
 With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood 
 
 His  sacred  limbs,  expos'd  and  bare, 
 Or  only  cover'd  with  his   olood. 
 
 3  See  there  !  his  temples  crown'd  with  tliorns, 
 His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide. 
 
 His  streaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn. 
 The  fountain  gushing  from  liis  side. 
 
 4  Thou  dear,  tho'i  suffering  Son  of  God, 
 How  does  thy  heart  to  sinners  move  I 
 Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
 Ajid  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love. 
 
 5  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
 Convuls'd  when  her  Creator  died; 
 
 O,  may  our  inmost  nature  shake, 
 Aid  bow  with  Jesus  crucified! 
 
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 6  At  thy  last  gasp,  the  graves  displayed 
 Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies; 
 O,  that  our  souls  might  burst   the  shade, 
 And  quicken'd  by  the  death  arise  I 
 
 7  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 
 And  tremble  and  asunder  part; 
 O,  rend  with  thy  expiring  breath 
 The  harder  marble  of  our  heart. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stexnett.]     36.     CM. 
 The  attraction  of  the  Cross.   John  xii.  3,  2. 
 
 YOXDER — amazing  sight ! — I  see 
 Th'  Incarnate  Son  of  God 
 Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 
 And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
 
 2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 
 
 Down  from  his  hands  and  head ; 
 The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  smi, 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  eartli,  the  darken'd  sky 
 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 
 And  with  tlie  amaz'd    centurion  cry, 
 'This  is  the  son  of  God.' 
 
 4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
 
 ^lay  well  my  hopes  revive ; 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
 The  sinner  sure  may  live. 
 
 5  O,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
 
 Might  draw  me.  Lord,  to  thee  I 
 Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine — 
 Thine  it  shall  ever  be  I 
 
 Steele.]     3T,     L.  M.     A  dying  Saviour. 
 ^TRETCH'D   on  the  cross,  tlie   Sanour 
 ^^         dies ; 
 Hark  I  his  expiring  groans  arise  I 
 
m  THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST 
 
 See,  from  his  hands,  his   feet,  his  side. 
 Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 
 
 2  But  life  attends  the  death-bell  soimd. 
 And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound , 
 The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
 To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes. 
 
 3  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place. 
 To  die  for  man,  surprising-  grace ! 
 Yet  pass   rebellious  angels  by — 
 
 O,  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 
 
 4  And  didst  tliou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed? 
 And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
 No,  he  v/ithdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
 And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 
 
 5  Can  I  sm-vey  this   scene  of  woe, 
 Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow ; 
 And  yet  my  heart  mimov'd  remain, 
 Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 
 
 6  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. 
 
 Watts.]     3§.     CM. 
 Godly  soirows  arising  from  the  sufferings  of  Christ 
 
 ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  I 
 And  did  my  Sovereign  die  I 
 Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
 For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
 
 2  [Thy  body  slain,  sw^eet  Jesus,   thine, 
 
 And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood. 
 
 While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
 
 The  glorious  suff'rer  stood  I] 
 
 3  Was  it  for  crimes,  that  I  had  done, 
 
 He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
 
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 Amazing  pity  I  grace  unknown  I 
 And  love  beyond  degree  I 
 -4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
 And  shut  Iiis  glories  in, 
 When  God,  the  mighty  I\Iak^r,  died 
 For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 
 
 5  Thns  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
 
 While  his  dear  cross  appears  : 
 Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  tiiankfulness, 
 And  melt,  my  eyes,  to  tears. 
 
 6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne^er  repay 
 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
 'Tis  all  tliat  I  can  do. 
 
 Watts.]     39.     CM. 
 Look  on  him^  ichorn  they  pierced^  and  mourn. 
 TNFINITE  grief!  amazing  woe  I 
 -*-    Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  I 
 Hell  and  the  Jews  conspir'd  his  death, 
 And  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 
 
 2  Oh,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  bore. 
 When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
 His  sacred  body  tore  I 
 
 3  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
 
 In  vain  do  I  accuse  ; 
 In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands 
 And  the  more  spiteful  Jews. 
 
 4  *Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 
 
 His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
 Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
 And  unbelief  the  spear. 
 
 5  *Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  (k)^nj 
 
 Uoon  his  guiltless  head* 
 
32  THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIOT. 
 
 Break,  break,  my  heart ;  O,  burst,  mine  eye« 
 And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 
 6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul. 
 Till  melting"  waters  flow. 
 And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
 In  undissembled  woe. 
 
 40.     (8.  8.  6.) 
 
 A  view  of  Christ  on  the  Cross. 
 
 \  S  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
 -^^  Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 
 
 Where  a  poor  victim  hangs — 
 His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
 His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 
 
 Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 
 
 2  Surprised  this  spectacle  to  see, 
 
 I  ask'd,  'Who  can  this  victim  be, 
 '  In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
 
 *  Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes  V  I  cried ; 
 
 *  'Tis  I,'  the  bleeding  God  replied, 
 
 '  CrushM  with  the  curse  of  sin.* 
 
 3  *  A  God,  for  rebel  mortals,  dies  I 
 
 '  How  can  this  be  V  my  soul  replies ; 
 '  What !  Jesus  die  for  me  ?' 
 
 *  Yes,'  says  the  suif 'ring  Son  of  God, 
 *I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood 
 
 *  For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee.' 
 
 4  Lord,  since  thy  life,  for  mine,  is  giv'n 
 To  raise  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 
 
 And  bless  me  with  thy  love, 
 I,  therefore,  at  thy  feet  would  fall. 
 Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 
 
 For  thee  would  live  and  move. 
 
 5  Ajid,  when  this  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
 O,  may  I  leave  this  world  in  peace, 
 
 And  soar  to  realms  of  light ; 
 
THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  ^ 
 
 There,  where  my  heav'nly  Lover  reigiis, 
 1*11  join  to  raise  immortal  strains, 
 With  lull,  supreme  delight. 
 
 41.    S.  M. 
 
 Desiring  to  live  before  the  Cross. 
 
 UP,  haste  to  Calvary, 
 My  soul ;  a  journey  take. 
 To  view  thy  Lord  'twixt  earth  and  sky, 
 Without  the  city  gate. 
 2  Before  his  bloody  cross 
 
 I'd  bow  and  kiss  the  ground  , 
 'Twas  there  my  guilt  and  woe  I  lost, 
 And  ready  pardon  found. 
 S  Lord,  tune  anew  my  strings, 
 Now  on  the  willow  dry  ; 
 Take  off  my  thoucrhts  from  worldly  things 
 Bind  them   to  Calvary. 
 4  For  glorious  is  the  plan  ; 
 
 Though  *tis  without  the  gate, 
 Ther«,  Lord,  I'll  sing  thy  grace, 
 And  fox  thy  blessing  wait 
 
 42.    L.  M, 
 
 Gratitude  to  Christ  for  shedding  his  blood, 
 ^O  Him,  who,  on  the  fatal  tree, 
 
 T 
 
 Pour'd  out  his  blood,  his  life,  for  me, 
 In  grateful  strains  my  voice  I'll  raise. 
 And,  in  his  service,  spend  my  days. 
 To  hst'ning  multitudes  I'll  tell 
 How  he  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell. 
 And  how,  reposing  on  his  breast, 
 I  lost  UT/  MJes,  and  found  my  re«t» 
 
 B2 
 
34  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 3  Tliroug-h  him  my  sins  are  all  fbrgiv'n 
 He  ever  pleads  my  cause  in  heav'n : 
 I'll  build  an  altar  to  his  name, 
 And  to  the  world  his  grace  proclaina. 
 
 Stennett.j    43.     L.  M.     It  isjinished. 
 
 * 'rillS  finish'd  !'  so  the  vSaviour  cried, 
 -*-    And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  diet 
 
 *  'Tis  linisli'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
 *The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 
 
 2  *  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heav'n  decreed, 
 
 *  And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
 
 *  Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design'd, 
 
 *  In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 3  *  'Tis  finish'd — this,  my  dying  groan, 
 
 *  Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone  ; 
 
 *  Millions  sliall  be  redeem'd  from  death 
 '  By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 
 
 4  *  'Tis  finish'd — heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
 
 *  And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd 
 
 *  Peace,  love  and  happiness  again 
 'Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men.' 
 
 RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 44.     7s. 
 The  Resurrection.     1  Cor.  xv.  6. 
 
 CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day 
 Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
 Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  I 
 Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 
 Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ; 
 Fought  the  fight ;  the  battle  won ; 
 Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er , 
 Lo !  he  sits  in  blood  no  more. 
 
RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  35 
 
 3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
 Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
 Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
 Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 
 
 4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king  ; 
 
 *  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?* 
 
 Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
 
 '  Wiiere  's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?' 
 
 5  Soar  we  now,  where  Clirist  has  led, 
 Following  our  exalted  Head : 
 Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
 Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  tlie  skies. 
 
 6  What  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 
 Partners  of  our  parents'  faU ; 
 Second  life  let  us  receive, 
 
 In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 
 
 7  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  I 
 Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  given  I 
 Thee  we  greet,  triumphant  now, 
 Hail  the  resurrection — thou. 
 
 Doddridge.]     45.     C.  'M. 
 Comfort  to  those  who  seek  a  risen  Jesus. 
 
 "V^E  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 
 -^     Cliase  aU  your  fears  away, 
 And  bow,  with  pleasure,  down  to  see 
 The  place,  where  Jesus  lay. 
 
 2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; 
 
 Such  wonders  love  can  do ; 
 TImis  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
 Which  throbb'd  and  bled  for  you. 
 
 3  A  moment  give  aloose  to  grief; 
 
 Let  grateful  sorrows  rise ; 
 And  wash  the  bloody  stains  away 
 With  torrents  from  your  eyes. 
 
36  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST 
 
 4  Then  dry  your  tears^  and  tune  ycwr  songs. 
 
 The  Saviour  lives  again; 
 Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
 The  Conqueror  could  detain. 
 
 5  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 
 
 His  once  dislionour'd  head ; 
 And  through  unnumber'd  years  he  reigiia. 
 
 Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 C  With  joy  like  his  shall  ev'ry  saint 
 
 His  empty  tomb   survey ; 
 Then  rise,  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
 
 To  realms  of  endless  day. 
 
 Watts.]     46.     C.  M. 
 
 The  IjOVcVs  day,  or  the  Resurrection  of  Christ 
 
 BLESS'D   morning,  whose  young   dawn 
 ing  rays 
 Beheld  our  rising  God, 
 And  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust. 
 And  leave  his  last  abode. 
 
 2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
 
 The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
 Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
 The  tJiird,  tli'  appointed  day. 
 
 3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force. 
 
 To  hold  our  God,  in  vain ; 
 T})e  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
 And  burst  their  feeble  cham. 
 
 4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 We  sacred  honours  pay. 
 And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
 The  triumph  of  the  day. 
 
 5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
 
 To  our  victorious  King; 
 Let  heaven  and  earth  and  rocks  and  eesm 
 With  glad  hosannas  ring.] 
 
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 TTie  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 
 
 ANGELS  :  roll  the  rock  away ! 
 Death!  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  I 
 See  I  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 2  *Tis  the  Saviour  I  Angels,  raise 
 Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise ; 
 Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
 Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.     Hal. 
 
 3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
 Now  to  glory  see  liim  rise 
 
 Now  trimnphant,  through  the  sky^ 
 Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.     HaL 
 
 4  Heav'n  displays  her  portals  wide  ; 
 Angels  attend  on  ev*ry  side  ; 
 King  of  glory  I    mount  the  throne, 
 Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own.     HaL 
 
 5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heay'nly  choirs  I 
 Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  I 
 Shout,  O  earth  I  in  rapturous  song, 
 
 Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong.     Hal 
 
 6  Ev'ry  note  witli  wonder  swell : 
 Sin  's  o'erthrown  and  captiv'd  hell  I 
 Where  is  hell's  once  dreadful  king  ? 
 Where,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting  ?  Hal^ 
 
 THE  ASCEXSIOX  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Watts.]     48.     L.  M. 
 
 Christ's  Ascension  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 
 Ps.  bniii.  17,  18. 
 
 LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  hig\ 
 Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  eky : 
 
38  ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Those  heav'nly  bands  aromid  thee  wait. 
 Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 
 
 2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
 
 More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there; 
 While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadfid  law, 
 And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 
 
 3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
 When  the  rebellious  pow^'rs  of  hell, 
 That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
 Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 
 
 4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  tlie  throne, 
 He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
 With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
 That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 
 
 Watts.]     49.     L.  M. 
 
 Sa\nts  dwell  in  Heaven;  or  Chrisfs  Ascension, 
 Ps.  XX iv. 
 
 THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
 And  men.  and  worms,  and  beasts,  and 
 birds; 
 He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 
 .And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 
 
 2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
 Thy  palace,  Lord,  above   the  sky : 
 Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode. 
 And  dwell  so  near  his  maker,  God  ? 
 
 3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 
 
 Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean ; 
 Him  shall  tlie  Lord,  the  Saviour  bless, 
 And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 
 
 4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race. 
 That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
 These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
 And  dwell  in  everlasting  liglit 
 
ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST.  30 
 
 5  Rejoice,  ye  shining-  worlds  on  high, 
 Behold  tlie  King  of  Glory  nigh  ! 
 Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
 The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour  's  he. 
 
 6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
 To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way ; 
 Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell. 
 The  Conqu'ror  comes  Vv'itli  God  to  dwelL 
 
 7  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before ; 
 He  opens  heaven's  immortal  door 
 
 To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
 Neai^  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 
 
 50.    L.  M. 
 
 Chrisfs  Ascension.    Ps.  xxiv.  7. 
 ^^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
 ^^  Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
 The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
 Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
 
 2  There  liis  triumphal  chariot  waits. 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
 
 •  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
 
 '  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  I' 
 
 3  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. 
 
 4  *  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  V 
 
 The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame. 
 
 The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  overthrew, 
 
 And  Jesus  is  the  Conqu'ror's  name. 
 
 5  Lo  I    his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
 
 *  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates 
 
 *  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  I' 
 
40  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 6  *  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  V 
 
 The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  posscsa*ct. 
 The  King-  of  Saints  and  Angels  too, 
 God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 
 
 Steele.]     51.     L.  M. 
 
 COME  tune,  ye  saints,  your  noblest  straijia. 
 Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing. 
 And  echo  to  the  heavenly  plains 
 
 The  triumphs  of  your  Saviour  King. 
 
 2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell. 
 
 How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes ; 
 
 Subdu'd  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell. 
 
 And  dying,  hnish'd  all  your  woes ; 
 
 3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high 
 
 Return'd,  wiiile  hymning  angels  round, 
 Through  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky, 
 *The  God  I  the  conqu'ring  God  l' resound 
 
 4  Almighty  love  !    victorious  power  I 
 
 Not  angel-tongues  can  e'er  display 
 The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour, 
 The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 
 
 5  Then  well  may  mortals  try  in  vaia, 
 
 In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise; 
 Yet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
 And  kindly  owns  our  wish  to  praise. 
 
 6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wond'rous  grace 
 
 Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
 Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
 Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song. 
 
 II      THE  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 ftrEELE.]     52.    L.  M.     The  exalted  Saviour, 
 
 NOW  let  us  rai?e  our  cheerful  strains 
 An^  joia  the  bli&eful  dioir  aboye ; 
 
IiYTERCESSION  OF  CHRIST.  41 
 
 There  our  exalted  Saviour  rei^s, 
 
 And  there  tliey  sing"  his  wond'rous  love, 
 
 2  While  seraphs  tune  th'  immortd  song, 
 
 O,  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame ; 
 And  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
 Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name  I 
 
 3  Jesus,  vi'ho  once  upon  the  tree 
 
 In  agonizing  pains  cxpir'd ; 
 Who  died  for  rebels ;  yes,  'tis  he  I 
 
 How  bright !   how  lovely  !    how  admir'd  ! 
 
 4  Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live, 
 
 Died  m  the  wretched  traitor's  place  ; 
 O,  what  returns  can  mortals  give 
 For  such  immeasurable  grace  ? 
 
 5  Were  miiversal  nature  ours, 
 
 And  art,  with  all  her  boasted  store  ; 
 
 Nature  and  art,  with  all  their  powers. 
 
 Would  still  confess  the  off 'rer  poor. 
 
 6  Yet,  though  for  bounty  so  divine 
 
 We  ne'er  can  equal  honours  raise, 
 Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 
 
 And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise  ! 
 
 THE  INTERCESSION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Steele.]     53,     L.  M. 
 The  Intercession  of  Christ.     Heb.  vii.  25. 
 
 HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives ; 
 (What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  I^ 
 And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
 Pleads  tlie  full  merit  of  his  blood. 
 Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears. 
 And  Justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears ; 
 But  in  the  Savioinr's  lovely  face 
 Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 
 
42  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thonghU 
 Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults  ; 
 
 His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise. 
 And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 
 
 4  In  ev'ry  dark  distressful  hour. 
 When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power; 
 Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
 That  Jesus  bears  Us  on  his  heai't. 
 
 5  Great  Advocate  I  almighty  Friend  J 
 On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend  ". 
 Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
 For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevdJl 
 
 THE  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CfimST 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Miscellany.  |     54      L.  M. 
 
 The  humiliation^  exaltation  and  triumphs  of  Christ 
 
 Phil  ii  8,  9  ;  Col.  ii.  15. 
 
 THE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
 That  brightest  monument  of  praise 
 That  e'er  the  God  of  ^ove  design'd, 
 Employs  and  fills  my  lab'ring  mind. 
 
 Q  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song, 
 A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue ; 
 When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
 He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 
 
 8  Proclaim  inimitable  love  ; 
 
 Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
 Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
 And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 
 
 4  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
 Hangs  on  a  tree  and  bleeds  and  groans 
 The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath. 
 The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 
 But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power  I 
 "^e  triumplis  in  his  dying  hour ; 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  43 
 
 And  while,  by  Sataji's  rage  he  fell, 
 He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 
 
 6  Thus  were  the  liosts  of  death  subdu'd, 
 And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
 Thus  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
 And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 
 
 7  Who  shall  fulfil  this  boundless  song  ? 
 The  theme  surmounts  an  angel's  tongue; 
 How  low,  how  vain  are  mortal  airs. 
 When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  despairs. 
 
 55.    CM. 
 
 Desire  of  all  nations.     Hag.  ii.  7 ;  Cant.  i.  3. 
 
 INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
 Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ! 
 Thy  uncreated  beauties  shme 
 With  never-fading  rays. 
 
 2  Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end 
 
 Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
 To  thee  their  prayers  and  vows  ascend. 
 In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 
 
 3  Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed. 
 
 Delights  the  church  aroimd ; 
 Sweetly  the  sacred  odours  spread 
 Through  all  Immanuel's  gromid, 
 
 4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 
 
 On  thy  exhaustless  store ; 
 From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
 And  still  thou  givest  more. 
 
 5  Thou  art  their  triumph  aaid  their  joy ; 
 
 They  find  their  all  in  thee ; 
 Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  emplt  • 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
44  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 S.  Stexxett.]     56.    CM. 
 
 Chief  among  ten  thousand ;  or,  the  excellencies  of 
 Christ.     Cant.  v.  10,  16. 
 
 TO  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  ev'ry  tongue 
 Its  noblest  tribute  bring- ; 
 When  he  's  the  subject  of  the  song, 
 Who  can  refuse  to  sing  ? 
 
 2  Survey  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
 
 And  on  his  glories  dwell  ; 
 Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 
 And  all  his  triiunphs  tell. 
 
 3  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
 
 Upon  his  awful  brow ; 
 His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd. 
 His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 
 
 4  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 
 
 Among  the  sons  of  men ; 
 Fairer  is  he  tlian  all  the  fair 
 That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 
 
 5  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress. 
 
 He  flew  to  my  relief; 
 For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
 And  carried  all  my  grief 
 
 6  His  hand  a  thousand  blessings  pours 
 
 Upon  my  guilty  head  ; 
 His  presence  gilds  my  darkest  hours 
 And  guards  my  sleeping  bed. 
 
 7  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
 
 And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
 He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
 And  saves  me  fi'om  the  grave. 
 
 8  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
 
 He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
 Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
 And  makes  my  joys  complete. 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  45 
 
 Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
 
 Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
 Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
 
 Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 
 
 CowPER.]     57.     C.ISL 
 Praise  for  the  fountain  opened.     Zech.  viii.  1. 
 
 THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
 DraA\Ti  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
 And  sinners  plung'd  into  tliat  flood, 
 Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
 
 2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
 
 That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
 O,  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
 Wash  all  my  sins  away  I 
 
 3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
 
 Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
 Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
 Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 
 
 4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
 
 Thy  flowing  womids  supply, 
 Redeeming  love  has  been  mj^  theme, 
 And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 
 
 5  When  this  poor  lisping  stammVing  tonguo 
 
 Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
 Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
 I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
 
 6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepar'd 
 
 (Unworthy  though  I  be) 
 For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 
 A  golden  harp  for  me. 
 
 7  'Tis  strimg  and  tun'd  for  endless  years, 
 
 And  form'd  by  power  divine 
 To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
 No  other  name  but  thine. 
 
46  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Newton.]     58.     C.  M. 
 The  name  of  Jesus.     Sol.  Song,  i.  3. 
 
 HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounda 
 In  a  believer's  ear ! 
 It  sootlies  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 
 And  drives  away  his  fear. 
 
 2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 
 
 And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
 ^Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
 And  to  the  weary  rest. 
 
 3  Dear  name  I   the  rock  on  which  i  build. 
 
 My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
 My  never-failing  treasury,  iill'd 
 With  stores  of  boundless  grace. 
 
 4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 
 
 AlthougJi  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
 Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
 And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 
 
 5  Jesus  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend. 
 
 My  prophet,  priest,  and  king, 
 My  lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end. 
 Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
 
 6  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. 
 
 7  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim. 
 
 With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath ; 
 And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
 Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 
 
 Newton.]     59.     L.  M. 
 Is  this  thy  kindness  to  tky  friend  ?    2  Sam. 
 xvi  17 
 'II^X)K,  wsak  KTti  worthless  thou^  ]  c 
 ^   I  kaT9  a  r»:;^  tixBigh!.f  tfi^tm 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  4? 
 
 Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name ; 
 
 He  freely  loves  and  without  end. 
 8  He  ransom'd  me  from  hell  with  blooa, 
 
 And  by  liis  power  my  foes  controU'd ; 
 He  found  me  wandering-  far  from  God, 
 
 And  brouglit  me  to  his  chosen  fold. 
 8  He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplier 
 
 And  says  that  I  shall  sliortly  be 
 Enthron'd  witli  him  above  the  skies  ; 
 
 O,  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me  I 
 
 4  But  ah  I   my  inmost  spirit  mourns. 
 
 And  well  with  tears  my  eyes  may  swim. 
 To  think  of  my  perverse  returns; 
 I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him- 
 
 5  Often  my  gracious  friend  I  grieve, 
 
 Neglect,  distrust,  and  disobey  ; 
 And  often  Satan's  lies  believe. 
 
 Sooner  tlian  what  my  friend  can  say. 
 
 6  He  bids  me  ahvays  freely  come, 
 
 And  promises  whate'er  I  ask ; 
 But  I  am  straiten'd,  cold  and  dumb, 
 
 And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 
 \   Before  the  world  that  hates  his  cause, 
 
 My   treach'rous   heart  has  tlirobb'd   witJl 
 shame  ; 
 Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 
 
 I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 
 Sure  was  I  not  most  vile  and  base, 
 
 I  could  not  thus  my  friend  requite ; 
 And  were  not  he  the  God  of  grace, 
 
 He'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sigE  ■> 
 
 60.    CM. 
 
 I'VE  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  prLcQ| 
 My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy , 
 
48  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 And  sing-  I  must,  a  Christ  I  have, 
 O,  what  a  Christ  have  1 1 
 
 2  Christ  is  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 
 
 The  wdij  to  God  on  high. 
 Life  to  the  dead,  the  truth  of  types, 
 The  truth  of  prophecy. 
 
 3  Christ  is  a  Prophet,  Priest  and  King; 
 
 A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
 A  Priest  that  stands  'twixt  God  and  man 
 A  King-  that  rules  with  might. 
 
 4  Christ's  manhood  is  a  Temple  where 
 
 The  Altar,  God,  doth  rest; 
 My  Christ,  he  is  the  Sacrifice, 
 My  Christ,  he  is  the  Priest. 
 
 5  My  Christ,  he  is  the  Lord  of  Lords, 
 
 He  is  the  Khig-  of  Kings ; 
 
 He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 
 
 With  healing  in  his  wings. 
 
 6  My  Christ,  he  is  the  Tree  of  Life, 
 
 Which  in  God's  garden  grows; 
 Whose  fruit  doth  feed,  whose  leaves  do  heal. 
 My  Christ  is  Sharon's  rose. 
 
 7  Christ  is  my  meat,  Christ  is  my  drink, 
 
 My  physic  and  my  health  ; 
 My  peace,  my  strength,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
 My  glory  and  my  wealth. 
 
 8  Christ  is  my  father  and  my  friend, 
 
 My  brother  and  my  love  ; 
 My  head,  my  hope,  my  counsellor. 
 My  advocate  above. 
 
 9  My  Christ  he  is  the  heaven  of  heavens— 
 
 My  Christ  what  shall  I  call  ? 
 My  Christ  is  first,  my  Clffist  is  last, 
 My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 
 
EXCELLE^XIES  OF  CHRIST.  40 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     61.     L.  M. 
 
 Thi  description  of  Christ,  the  beloved.     Cant.  V. 
 9-12,  14-16. 
 rWlHE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  knov, 
 -■-    Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so ; 
 
 *  What  are  his  charms,'  say  they,  *  aboro 
 
 •  The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ?' 
 
 2  Yes,  my  beloved  to  my  sight 
 
 Shows  a  sweet  mLxture,  red  and  white; 
 AU  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
 In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine. 
 
 3  [White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free; 
 Red  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me; 
 The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs ; 
 
 A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 
 
 4  His  head  the  friiest  gold  excels ; 
 There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
 And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
 Those  temples  once  beset  with  thomi 
 
 15  Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found. 
 Hard  by  the  signals  of  his  wound; 
 His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
 The  cruel  scouige,  the  piercing  spear.] 
 [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold, 
 Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold ; 
 Those  heavenly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
 Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 
 ?  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  kneee 
 Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 
 Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command. 
 His  legs  hke  marble  pillars  stand.] 
 3  [His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love. 
 The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove; 
 No  more  shall  trickling  sorrows  ruu 
 Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  bcajL] 
 C 
 
50  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 9  His  moutli  that  poiir'd  out  longf  complaintft, 
 Now  smiles  and  cheers  his  fainting  saintai 
 His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
 Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 
 ]0  All  over  glorious  is   my  Lord; 
 Must  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd ; 
 His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
 Sure  the  whole  earth  woidd  love  him  tooi 
 
 62.    L.  M. 
 
 OF  him  who  did  salvation  brin^, 
 I  could  for  ever  tliink  and  sing  J 
 Arise  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive ; 
 Arise  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve.  .    ^ 
 
 S  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo !  'tis  given. 
 Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
 Though  sin  and  sorrow  v/ound  my  soul^ 
 Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 
 3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood, 
 He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  show  us  God  ; 
 Let  all  the  world  foil  down  and  know, 
 That  none  but  God  such  love  could  show 
 
 4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 
 
 I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moans 
 V/here'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
 I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 
 
 5  Insatiate,  to  the  spring  I  fly, 
 I  drink,  but  yet  am  ever  dry; 
 
 Ah !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
 All  I  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 
 
 Gregg.]     63.     L.  M. 
 Glorying  in  the  Cross  of  Christ, 
 rESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
 
 A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  SI 
 
 AshamM  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
 Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 
 
 2  AshamM  of  Jesus  ?  Sooner  far, 
 Let  evening  blush  to   ot\ti  a  star; 
 He  sheds  the  beams  of  light   divine. 
 O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 
 
 S  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  Just  as  soon 
 Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon ; 
 *Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till    he, 
 Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 
 
 4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  That  dear  friend. 
 On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend? 
 No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
 That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
 
 5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  Yes,  I  may, 
 When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
 No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
 No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
 
 6  Till  tiicn — nor  is  my  boastmg  vain— 
 Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
 And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be. 
 That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me- 
 
 t  His  institutions  would   I  praise. 
 
 Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despL<«» 
 Dare  to  defend  his   noble  cause, 
 And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 
 
 64.    L.  M. 
 
 Joseph,  my  son,  is  yet  alive.  Gen.  xiv.  26,  28* 
 
 "V^E  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears* 
 •*-     Dismiss  your  gloomy,  groundless  feat^ 
 
 And  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
 
 Jesus,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 ft  His  saints  he  loves  and  nevsr  leaTC^  » 
 
 Til*  chief  of  sinners  he  receiyes ; 
 
53  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIOT. 
 
 Then  let  this  truth  your  souls  retivt^ 
 The  friend  of  sinners  is  alive. 
 
 3  His  saints  he'll  guard  from  ev'ry  iH, 
 To  them  his  promises  fulfil; 
 
 Then  let  your  hearts  with  tliis  revive* 
 Jesus,  tlie  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 
 4  We  need  not  fear  to  launch  away, 
 And  leave  this  tenement  of  clay ; 
 His  voice  shall  make  our  dust  revive 
 For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 
 6  Abundant  grace  he  will  afford 
 Till  we  are  present  with  the  Lord, 
 And  prove  what  we  have  heard  befiM* 
 That  Jesus  lives  for  evermore. 
 
 Beddome.]     65.    L.  M. 
 Gift  of  God.    John  iv.  10. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight 
 For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray^ 
 Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
 Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 
 
 9  Jesus,  thou  art  the  gifl  of  God 
 To  sinners  weary  and  distrest. 
 The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd, 
 And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest^ 
 
 3  Could  I  but  say,  'This  gift  is  mine,' 
 I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  fee\ 
 No  more  at  poverty  repine, 
 Nor  envy  sinners  rich  and  gi-eat 
 
 A  The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 
 And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  neai\ 
 At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
 It  nerer  should  &om  thence  depca% 
 
FREE  GRACE.  C 
 
 Medley.]    66.    L.  M. 
 One  thing  needful.     Luke  x.  42L 
 
 JESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart. 
 That  thou  the  one  thing-  needful  artx 
 I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
 But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee. 
 3  Needful  art  thou  to  make  me  live ; 
 Needful  art  thou  all  grace  to  give; 
 Needftil  to  guide  me  lest  I  stray, 
 Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 
 
 3  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood; 
 Needful  is  thy  correcting  rod ; 
 Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care. 
 Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 
 
 4  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
 True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford; 
 Needful  thy  promise  to  impart 
 Fresh  life  und  -vigour  to  my  heart 
 
 5  Needful  art  thou  to  be  my  stay 
 Through  all  life's  dark  and  stormy  way; 
 Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be, 
 When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  thee. 
 
 6  Then  shall  my  soul,  with  joy  supreme^ 
 Dwell  on  the  dear,  delightful  theme ; 
 Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, 
 
 *  The  one  tbinjj  needful'  Jesus  is. 
 
 FREE  GRACE, 
 
 Davies.]    67. 
 
 Tlie  pardoning  God.     Micah  vii.  181 
 
 GREAT  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  way» 
 Are  matcliless,  godlike  and  divine; 
 But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  face 
 More  godlike  and  uuriviill'd  shine. 
 
!^  FREE  GRACE. 
 
 Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee? 
 Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  7 
 
 2  Crimes  of  such  horror  to  forgive, 
 
 Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  spare, 
 Tliis  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 
 
 And  none  shall  in  the  honour  share* 
 Who  is,  &c. 
 
 3  Angels  and  men,  resign  your  claim 
 
 To  pity,  mercy,  love  and  grace ; 
 This  glorious  croA\Ti  Jehovah's  nama 
 
 AVith  an  incomparable  blaze. 
 Who  is,  &:c. 
 
 4  In  wonder  lost,  with  trembling  joy, 
 
 We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 
 Pardon  for  crimes  of  deepest  dye, 
 
 A  pardon  seal'd  with  Jesus'  blood. 
 WJio  is,  &c. 
 
 5  O,  may  this  strange,  this  matchless  gract^ 
 
 This  godlike  miracle  of  love. 
 Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  praise. 
 
 And  all  th'  angelic  choirs  above. 
 Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
 Or  who  has  Pfrace  so  rich  and  free? 
 
 68.    L.  M. 
 
 Grace  united  icith  justice  and  truth, 
 
 TNFINITE  grace !  and  can  it  be 
 
 -*-  That  heaven  supreme  should  stoop  so  lov 
 
 To  visit  one  so  vile  as  I, 
 
 One  who  has  been  his  bitt'rest  foe  I 
 Can  holiness  and  wisdom  join 
 
 With  truth,  with  justice  and  with  gracc^ 
 To  make  eternal  blessings  mine, 
 
 And  sin,  with  all  its  guilt,  erase? 
 
FREE  GRACE.  55 
 
 3  0  love !  beyond  conception  great. 
 
 That  formM  the  vast  stupendous  plan. 
 Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
 To  reconcile  rebellious  man. 
 
 4  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 
 
 And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains ; 
 Astonish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 
 
 While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 
 
 5  Yes,  mercy  reigns  and  justice  too  ; 
 
 In  Christ  harmoniously  they  meet; 
 He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 
 And  now  he  fills  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 6  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
 
 And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace, 
 To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod 
 The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 
 
 7  With  grateful  songs  then  let  our  souls 
 
 Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne  ; 
 And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
 His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 
 
 69.     L.  M 
 
 Salvation  hy  grace,  and  not  by  works, 
 
 QJELF-righteous  souls  on  works  rely, 
 ^  And  boast  their  moral  dignity  ; 
 But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
 Each  note  shall  echo  grace,  free  grace. 
 
 2  Grace !  'tis  a  most  delightful  theme ; 
 *Tis  grace  that  rescues  guilty  man ; 
 *Tis  grace  divine,  all  conqu'ring,  free, 
 Or  it  had  never  rescued  me. 
 
 3  *Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  dead. 
 And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led  ; 
 
 Grace  brought  me  pardon  for  my  sin, 
 And  grace  subdues  my  lust^  within. 
 
56  FREE  GRACE. 
 
 4  Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
 And  grace  supports  in  every  loss; 
 In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong; 
 Grace  is  my  shield,  and  grace  my  song. 
 
 5  *Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near, 
 By  grace  alone  I  persevere ; 
 
 *Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love. 
 And  grace  will  bear  me  safe  above. 
 
 6  O,  grace,  free  grace  alone  I  boast. 
 And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 
 
 And  when  I  rise  to  heaven,  my  home, 
 J'll  shout  free  grace  I  free  grace,  alone  I 
 
 70.    CM 
 
 Election  by  Grace, 
 
 ELECTION!  'tis  a  word  divine; 
 '  For,  Lord,  I  plainly  see 
 
 *  Had  not  thy  choice  influenc'd  mine 
 
 *I  ne'er  had  chosen  thee.* 
 Why  so  offensive  in  men's  eyes 
 
 Doth  God's  election  seem? 
 Because  they  tliink  themselves  so  wise. 
 
 That  they  have  cliosen  him. 
 Not  so  the  needy,  helpless  soul 
 
 Prefers  his  humble  prayer ; 
 He  looks  to  him  who  works  the  whole. 
 
 And  seeks  his  treasure  there. 
 His  language  is,  *  Let  me,  my  God, 
 
 *0n  sovereign  grace  rely, 
 *And  own  'tis  free,  because  bestow'd 
 
 *  On  one  so  vile  as  I. 
 
 *  Empty  and  bare  I  come  to  thee 
 
 *  For  righteousness  divine  ; 
 
 *  O,  may  thy  matchless  merits  be 
 
 *  By  imputation  mine  1' 
 
FREE  GRACE.  07 
 
 Tl.    S.  M. 
 
 Siilvatian  by  grace^from  first  to  last.    Eph.  &•  t. 
 
 GRACE  I    'tis  a  charming   sounds 
 Harmonious  to  tiie  ear ; 
 Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
 And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
 8  Grace  first  contrived  a  vraj 
 To  save  rebeUious  man ; 
 Ajid  a.11  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
 Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
 
 3  [Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 
 
 In  God's  eternal  book; 
 •Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lajatb, 
 Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 
 
 4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet. 
 
 To  tread  the  heavenly  road. 
 And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  me«t. 
 While  pressing  on  to  God, 
 
 5  [Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
 
 And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow ; 
 Twas  grace  which  kept  me  to  this  daj. 
 And  will  not  let  me  go.] 
 ^  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown. 
 Through  everlasting  days ; 
 It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
 And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     72. 
 
 TO  him  that  chose  us  first. 
 Before  the  world  began ; 
 To  him  that  bore  the  curse 
 
 To  save  rebellious  man ; 
 To  him  that  form'd  our  hearts  anew 
 Is  endless  praise  and  glory  due. 
 (|  The  Father's  love  shall  run 
 Through  our  immortal  son^a 
 C2 
 
We  bring  to  God,  the  Son, 
 
 Hosannas  on  our  tongues : 
 Our  lips  address  the  Spirit's  nam^ 
 With  equal  praise  and  zeal  tlie  mitiJ^ 
 Let  every  saint  above, 
 
 And  angel  round  the  tlirone, 
 For  ever  bless  and   love 
 
 The  sacred  Three  in  Onei 
 Tkus  heaven  shall  raise  his  honoufs  hig\ 
 What  earth  and  time  grow  old  and  die. 
 
 LORD'S  DAY. 
 
 TO.    L.  M.     Sabbath  morning,     Rfev.  \.  10. 
 
 COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day , 
 Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away* 
 Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
 With  ardour  to  their  native  skies. 
 
 S  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shin^ 
 And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
 On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 
 
 3  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o"*6> 
 And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
 With  all  the  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
 A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 
 
 74.     C.  M.    Sabbath  morning* 
 
 COME,  let  us  join,  with  sweet  acisordi 
 In  hymns  around  the  throne^ 
 This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
 Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 
 9  This  is  the  day,  which  God  huth  i)ie«i*d, 
 The  brightest  of  the  sev'n; 
 Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 
 The  saints  enjoy  in  heav'xi. 
 
LORD'S  DAT.  fip 
 
 Watts.]  T5.   CM.   For  the  Lord's  Day  morr^9^ 
 T  ORD,  in  tlie  morniiig  tliou  shalt  hear 
 -*-^  My  voke  ascending-  high; 
 To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pFa}^r, 
 To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
 2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chi'ist  is  gone 
 Tik  plead  for  all   his  saints. 
 Presenting  at  his   Father's  throne. 
 Our  songs  and  our   complaints. 
 8  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
 The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 
 Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight^ 
 Nor  dwell  at  tliy  right  hand. 
 
 4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort 
 
 To  taste  tli}'  mercies  there; 
 I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court. 
 And  worsliip  in  tliy  fear. 
 
 5  O,  may  th}-  spirit  guide  my  feet 
 
 In  ways  of  righteousness; 
 Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight 
 ^d  plain  before  my  face. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     76.     S.  M. 
 
 TTie  LorcVs  day ;  or,  delight  in  Ordinance$. 
 ^XrELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest, 
 
 •  ^     That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
 Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast^ 
 And  these  rejoicing  eyes  I 
 
 2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
 
 And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
 Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  herc^ 
 And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
 
 3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
 
 Where  my  dear  God  hath  been* 
 I3  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
 Of  pleasurable  sin. 
 
eQ  PRAYER- 
 
 4  My  willing^  soul  would  stay 
 In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
 And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
 To  everlastino:  bliss. 
 
 Watts.]     77.    CM. 
 
 ChrisVs  resurrection  and  our  salvatiotu 
 
 Ps.  ccviii. 
 rilHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  mads» 
 -■-     He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 
 Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
 And  praise  surround  the  throne. 
 3  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
 And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
 To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread 
 And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
 
 3  Ilosanna  to  th'  anointed  King ! 
 
 To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
 Help  us,  O  Lord!  descend  and  briig 
 Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
 
 4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  messages  of  grace. 
 Who  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  nam© 
 To  save  our  sinful  race. 
 ^  Hosanna!  in  the  highest  strains 
 The  church  on  earth  can  raise: 
 The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigiia, 
 Shall  give  them  nobler  praise. 
 
 PRAYER 
 
 Medley.]     T8,    CM. 
 flUTE  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  oora^ 
 -■-     Once  more,  O  Lord,  we  meet: 
 Thanks  to  thy  name,  there  yet  is  room 
 To  bow  beneath  thy  feet 
 
PRAYER.  m 
 
 9  Out  God,  our  hope,  our  heavenly  friend. 
 Our  father  and  our  all, 
 Our  first  great  cause,  and  last  g^reat  end. 
 On  thee  for  help  we  call. 
 
 3  Tlic  helpless,  poor  and  needy  soul. 
 
 The  tempted  and  distrest, 
 Dear  Lord,  relieve,   support,  make  wholes 
 And  calm  the  troubled  breast. 
 
 4  The  faith  and  hope,  the  joy  and  love. 
 
 Of  all  thy  saints  increase  ; 
 Hardness  and  prejudice  remove. 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace. 
 
 Hart.]     79.     L.  M. 
 
 Pray  without  ceasing.     1  Thes.  v.  17. 
 13RAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
 -^      The  blessings  God  designs  to  give^ 
 Long  as  tliey  live  should  Cliristians  praj 
 
 For  only  while  they  pray,  tliey  live. 
 9  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites; 
 
 He  speaks  as  prompted  from  witliin; 
 The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 
 
 And  Clirist  receives  and  gives  it  la. 
 And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie. 
 
 When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  pray'* 
 My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
 
 Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 
 
 4  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
 
 If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
 If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
 The  remedy 's  before  thee — pray. 
 
 5  *Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak* 
 
 Tho'  thought  be  broken,  language  lam^ 
 Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
 Buw  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  nam^ 
 
08  PRAYER 
 
 6  Depend  on  him,  thou  canst  not  feil; 
 
 Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  knowi:^ 
 Foar  not,  his  merits  must  prevail; 
 Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 
 
 CowpER.]     80,     L.  M. 
 
 Exhortation  to  prayer. 
 
 X^THAT  various  hindrances  we  m€e^ 
 
 »  »      In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat,; 
 Yet,  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayef 
 But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 
 
 2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw 
 Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
 Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
 Brings  every  blessing-  from  above. 
 
 5  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
 Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
 And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
 The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees, 
 
 4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
 Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ;* 
 
 But  when  tlirough  weariness  they  faiVd^ 
 'I'liat  moment  Amaleck  prevail'd. 
 
 5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again ; 
 Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain. 
 And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
 With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 
 
 6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
 To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
 
 Vour  cheerfii.  song  would  ofl'ner  b©* 
 Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me,' 
 
 "■■'■■  1 1 1    III  i» 
 
 ♦  f;xod^3  jjvii.  XI, 
 
MISSIONS.  C8 
 
 MISSIONS. 
 
 81.    L.  M. 
 
 And  they  went  and  preadied  everywhert, 
 ^~^  O,  missionaries,  and  proclaim 
 ^^  The  kind  Redeemer  you  have  found; 
 Publish  his  ever  precious  name 
 
 To  all  the  wondering  nations  round, 
 
 2  Go  tell  th'  unletter'd,  wretched  slave 
 
 Who  groans  beneath  a  t^Tant's  rod, 
 You  bring  a  freedom  bought  with  bloody 
 The  blood  of  an  incarnate  God : 
 
 3  And  tell  the  panting  sable  chief 
 
 On  Ethiopia's  scorching  sand, 
 You  come  with  a  refreshing  stream^ 
 To  cheer  and  bless  his  thirsty  laiid- 
 
 4  Go^  tell  on  India's  golden  shores. 
 
 The  Ganges,  Thibet,  and  Boutan, 
 That  to  enrich  their  deathless  mind 
 
 You  come — the  friends  of  God  and  maA 
 
 5  Tell  all  tlie  distant  isles  afar, 
 
 That  lie  in  darkness  and  the  grave, 
 You  have  the  glorious  light  to  show, 
 Jesus  has  come  to  seek  and  sa-ce* 
 
 6  Say  the  religion  you  profess 
 
 Is  all  benevolence  and  love, 
 And,  crown'd  with  energy  divine. 
 Its  heavenly  origin  wiU  prove. 
 
 §2.    L.  M. 
 Jl£  fad  of  Babylon  indicated  from  the  ^rrmding 
 
 of  the  Gospel. 
 
 PROUD  Babylon  yet  waits  her  dooin, 
 Nor  can  her  tott'ring  palace  iall. 
 Till  some  blest  messenger  arise 
 "l^e  fipacious  heathen  World  to  call* 
 
4  MISSIONS, 
 
 S  And  see  the  glorious  time  approach  5 
 
 Behold  tlie  mighty  angel  fly 
 The  gospel  tidings  to  convey 
 To  every  land  beneath  the  sky, 
 
 5  O,  see  on  both  tlie  Indies'  coasts. 
 
 And  Africa's  unhappy  shore, 
 The  untaught  savage  press  to  hear. 
 And,  hearing,  wonder  and  adore. 
 
 4  [See,  while  the  joyful  truth  is  told, 
 
 '  That  Jesus  lefl  his  throne  in  hearea, 
 *And  sulier'd,  died,  and  rose  again, 
 *  That  guilty  souls  might  be  forgiven 
 
 $  See  what  delight,  unfelt  before, 
 
 Beams  in  his  fix'd,  attentive  eye ; . 
 And  hear  him  ask,  '  For  wretched  me 
 '  Did  the  divine  Redeemer  die  ? 
 
 6  *  Ah  !  why  have  ye  so  long  forborne 
 
 *To  tell  such  welcome  news  as  this? 
 'Go  now,  let  every  sinner  hear, 
 *And  share  in  such  exalted  bliss.'] 
 
 t  The  islands,  waiting  for  his  law. 
 
 With  rapture  greet  the  sacred  sound, 
 And,  taught  the  Saviom*'s  precious  namftj 
 Cast  all  their  idols  to  the  ground. 
 
 83.    L.  M. 
 
 TO  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send. 
 And  thus  thy  empire  wide  extend  i 
 To  Gentile,  Turk  and  stubborn  Jew, 
 Thou  King  of  grace,  salvation  shew, 
 
 8  Where'er  thy  sim  or  light  arise. 
 Thy  name,  O  God !  immortalize  ; 
 May  nations,  yet  unborn,  confess 
 Thy  wisdom,  power  and  rigliteouaiea*. 
 
MISSIONS.  QB 
 
 84.    L.M. 
 
 More  labourers  wanted. 
 
 LORD,  where  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad. 
 And  see  on  heathen  altars  slain, 
 Poor  helpless  babes  for  sacrifice, 
 
 To  purge  their  parents'  dismal  stain, 
 
 2  We  can't  behold  such  horrid  deeds 
 
 Without  a  groan  of  ardent  prayer ; 
 And,  while  eacli  heart  in  anguish  bleeds, 
 We  cry.  Lord,  send  thy  gospel  there. 
 
 3  For  tliem  we  pray,  for  them  we  wait. 
 
 To  them  tliy  great  salvation  shew, 
 Thy  harvest.  Lord,  is  truly  great. 
 But  faithful  labourers  are    few. 
 
 4  O,  send  out  preachers,  gracious  Lord, 
 
 Among  tliat  dark,  bewilder'd  race; 
 Open  their  eyes,  and  bless  thy  word, 
 And  call  them  by  thy  sovereign  grace. 
 
 85. 
 
 Othou  great  source  of  light  and  love. 
 Look  down  in  mercy  from  above 
 On  all  the  pagan  race ; 
 Send  thy  victorious  w^ord  abroad 
 To  bring  lost  sinners  home  to  God; 
 O,  save  them  by  thy  grace  I 
 
 2  Ye  messengers  of  Jesus,  rise ; 
 Proclaim  the  bleeding  sacrifice 
 
 Throughout  the  heathen  world ; 
 Point  out  their  lost  estate,  and  tell 
 The  love  of  King  Immanuel, 
 
 Though  half  can  ne'er  be  told. 
 
 3  Proclaim  inimitable  love. 
 
 Which  brought  the  Saviour  from  above; 
 
 Such  love  's  in  God  alone : 
 For  us  he  wept,  and  pray'd  and  crie<i 
 
06  IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 
 
 Offer'd  his  life,  and  bled,  and  died; 
 This  breaks  the  heartr  of  stone. 
 
 4  Tell  men  they're  lost,  deprav'd,  undone; 
 Tiiat  none  can  save  them  but  tlie  Son : 
 
 They'll  perish  in  tlieir  sin; 
 Then  say  '  Behold  the  Lamb  of  Go4 
 *  For  sin  alone ;'  believe  his  word, 
 
 Repent  and  turn  to  hun. 
 
 5  Almighty  Saviour  I  God  of  love ! 
 Send  down  thy  spirit  from  above 
 
 Upon  thy  servants  here ; 
 May  they  march  forth  with  heavenly  zeal 
 To  pai^an  lands  thy  love  reveal ; 
 
 O,  crown  them  with  success  1 
 
 DIPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNES& 
 
 86.    L.  M. 
 
 Imputed  righteousness.  Jer.  xxiii.  6  ;  Isai.  Ixi.  10  i 
 sly.  24  F  liv.  17;  1  Cor.  i.  30;  2  Cor.  v.  21. 
 
 TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
 *^    My  beauty  arc,  my  glorious  dress ; 
 Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
 Witli  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
 
 2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
 To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
 E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
 *  Jesus  hath  hv'd  and  died  for  me.' 
 
 3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day; 
 For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
 While  through  thy  blood  absolv'd  I  am 
 From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 
 
 4  Thus  Abraham  the  friend  of  God, 
 Thus  all  the  armies  bouglit  with  blood 
 
IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS.  (T^ 
 
 Saviour  of  sinners,  thee  proclaim ; 
 Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I    am. 
 
 5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
 When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
 No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
 The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 
 
 6  O,  let  tlie  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
 Bid,  Lord,  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  : 
 Their  beauty  this,  tlieir  glorious  dress, 
 Jesus,  tlie  Lord,  our  righteousness. 
 
 :  Dr.  Watts.]     §7.    CM. 
 
 f^ritual  Apparel :  namely,  the  Robe  of  Right eotrs* 
 fi£ss  and  Garments  of  Salvation.    Isa.  Ixi.  10. 
 
 A  Wx\KE,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue, 
 -^*-  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
 In  God,  tlie  life  of  all  my  joys, 
 Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
 
 2  *Twas  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul. 
 
 And  made  salvation  mine ; 
 Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
 
 He  makes  his  graces  shine.  « 
 
 3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 
 
 Should  on  my  soul  be  fomid. 
 He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought. 
 And  cast  it  all  around. 
 
 4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 
 
 What  earthly  princes  wear  I 
 These  ornaments,  how  bright  tliey  shine ! 
 How  white  tlie  garments  are  ! 
 
 5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  lov^ 
 
 And  hope,  and  every  grace ; 
 
 But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 
 
 The  robe  of  rJghteousnes.s, 
 
68  IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS 
 
 6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  arraj'd, 
 By  the  great  sacred  Three; 
 In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
 Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 
 
 H^ 
 
 88.    L.  M. 
 
 Lei  me  hole  on  his  wounds  and  weep,  2  Cor.  v.  21 
 ["IGH  on  a  throne  my  Lord  doth  sit, 
 Though  once  he  suffer 'd  here  below 
 In  groans,  and  tears,  and  blood,  and  swe*ii 
 Such  pain  as  mortals  never  luiow. 
 2  And  shall  I  now  forgetful  be 
 
 Of  his  sharp  sorrows,  while  he  hung 
 Expanded  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
 
 Tortured  by  spear,  and  w^hip,  and  thong  1 
 ^  No :  rather  let  me  ever  mourn, 
 
 And  weep  o'er   my  expiring  God ; 
 For  'twas  my  sins,  and  not  his  own, 
 That  drain'd  his  last  remaining  blood. 
 4  Lord,  how  shall  I  a  tribute  bring, 
 For  such  immeasurable  grace  ? 
 For  tliou  wast  once  for  me  made  sin. 
 That  I  might  be  thy  righteousness. 
 
 Hart.]     89.     CM. 
 
 fW  Ae  kingdom  of  God  is  not  in  word^  but  in  powet 
 1  Cor.  iv.  20. 
 
 AFORIM  of  words,  though  e'er  bo  sonn( 
 Can  never  save  a  soul ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost  must  give  the  wound^ 
 And  make  the  wounded  whole. 
 9  Though  God's  election  is  a  truth, 
 Small  comfort  there  I  see, 
 Till  I  am  told  by  God's  o^vn  moutl^ 
 That  he  has  chosen  me. 
 
IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESSL  09 
 
 3  Sinners,  I  read,  are  justified 
 
 By  faith  in  Jesus'  blood; 
 But  when  to  me  that  blood's  applied, 
 'Tis  tlien  it  does  me  good. 
 
 4  To  perseverance  I  agree ; 
 
 The  thing  to  me  is  clear : 
 Because  the  Lord  has  promis'd  me. 
 
 That  I  shall  persevere. 
 6  Imputed  righteousness  I  own 
 
 A  doctrine  most  divine  ; 
 For  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known^ 
 
 That  all  his  merit 's  inine. 
 
 6  That  Christ  is  God  I  can  avouch, 
 
 And  for  his  people  cares, 
 Since  I  have  pray'd  to  him  as  sudi. 
 And  he  has  heard  my  prayers. 
 
 7  That  sinners  black  as  heU,  by  Chri^ 
 
 Are  sav'd,  I  knov/  full  well ; 
 For  I  his  mercy  have  not  miss'd# 
 And  I  am  black  as  hell. 
 
 8  Thus  Christians  glorify  the   Lord; 
 
 His  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 
 
 In  bearing  witness  to  his  word, 
 
 With  afl  its  saving  powers. 
 
 90.    L.  M. 
 
 Come  and  see  free  grace  an  I  rig-7iieottsnes9 
 in  Christ. 
 
 JESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds  i 
 Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds ! 
 His  word  declares  his  grace  is  fr3c; 
 Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  sec. 
 S  He  lefl  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
 Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die; 
 Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  a  tree, 
 Come,  thoughtless  sinner,  come  and  BO^ 
 
150  IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESa 
 
 8  Your  sins  did  pierce  liis  bleeding  hear*| 
 Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
 Yet  his  dear  love  still  bui'ns  to  thee ; 
 Come,  trembling-  sinner,  come  and  see* 
 
 4  His  blood  will  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
 And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 
 
 His  fountain  open  stands  for  thee  ; 
 Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see, 
 
 5  The  garments  of  his  shining  face, 
 The  glorious  robe  of  righteousness, 
 In  this  array  thou  bright  shall  be ; 
 Come,  naked  sinner,  come  and  sec. 
 
 6  No  tongue  can  tell  what  glories  shin© 
 In  our  Immanuel,  all  divine ; 
 
 O,  that,  in  sweetest  melody, 
 
 Eacli  lieart  may  sing,  'He  died  for  maa? 
 
 Watts.]     91.     L.  M. 
 
 Christ  our  xdsdom^  rigltteousnesSy  fy^ 
 1  Cor.  i.  30. 
 
 BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night. 
 We  lie  till  Christ  restores  tlie  lig5>fe 
 Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
 And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 
 S  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  teajSj 
 Till  his  atoning  blood  appears; 
 Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
 And  sing,  'the  Lord  our  righteousness^* 
 
 3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin ; 
 His  spirit  makes  our   natures  clean ; 
 Such  virtues  from  his  suif'rings  flow. 
 At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 
 
 4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns. 
 Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains ; 
 
IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS.  71 
 
 He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
 The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
 B  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
 Grace,  wisdom,  power  and  rig-liteousness? 
 Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
 Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
 
 B^ 
 
 Hart.]     92.     CM. 
 
 Wlio  of  God  is  made  unto  us  loisdom^  and  righU 
 eousness^  and  sanctijication^  and  redemption 
 1  Cor.  1.  30. 
 
 •ELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  blind; 
 They  know  themselves  miwise  ; 
 But  wisdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
 Wlio  opens  all  their  eyes. 
 B  Unrighteous  are  they  all,  when  tried ; 
 But  God  himself  declares, 
 In  Jesus  they  are   justified ; 
 His  righteousness  is  their's. 
 5  That  we're  unholy  needs  no  proof; 
 We  sorely  feel  the  fall ; 
 But  Christ  has  holiness  enough 
 To  sanctify  us  all. 
 
 4  Exposed  by  sin  to  God's  just  wratk 
 
 We  look  to  Clirist,  and  view 
 Redemption  in  his  blood  by  faith, 
 And  full  redemption  too. 
 
 5  Some  this,  some  that,  good  virtue  teach, 
 
 To  rectify  the  soul ; 
 But  we  first  afler  Jesus  reach, 
 And  richly  grasp  the  whole. 
 
 6  To  Jesus  join'd,  we  all  that's  good, 
 
 From  him,  our  head,  derive; 
 We  eat  his  flesh  and  drink  his  blood, 
 And  by  and  in  him  live. 
 
^t  ALMa 
 
 ALMS. 
 
 93.    L.M. 
 
 Collection  for  the  poor.     The  beneficence  of  Christ 
 for  our  imitation, 
 
 WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
 What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day  f 
 Sweet  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
 That  spread  salvation  through  our  raoa 
 
 2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
 Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
 Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  donc^ 
 Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 
 
 3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
 Who  much  receives  but  nothing  giveft, 
 Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thanks 
 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  trcK^ 
 The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 
 
 94.    L.  M. 
 
 Of  thine  own  have  ice  given  thee.  1  Chron.  xxix.  14 
 
 THE  Lord  who  rules  the  world's  affair* 
 For  me  a  well-spread  board  preparea^ 
 My  grateful  tlianks  to  him  shall  rise ; 
 He  knows  my  wants,  those  wants  suppli» 
 
 2  And  shall  I  grudge  to  give  his  poor 
 A  mite  from  all  my  generous  store  ? 
 No,  Lord;  the  friends  of  thine  and  thee 
 Shall  always  find  a  friend  in  me. 
 
 3  My  gratefiil  heart  shall  feel  their  woe% 
 For  their  relief  shall   interpose ; 
 And,  of  the  bounties  I  receire, 
 
 I  cheerful  will  a  portion  give. 
 
WASfflNG  'JPHE  SAINTS*  FEET.         73 
 WASHING  THE  SAINTS'  FEET. 
 
 95.    L.  M. 
 
 %e  command  of  Christ  to  wash  one  another'^s  feet, 
 
 JESUS,  tliou  great  exalted  King, 
 Thy  love,  thy  matcliless  love  I  sing; 
 Descending  from  tliy  lofly  seat, 
 I  see  tlice  wash  thy  servants'  feet 
 
 2  Here  I  behold,  at  once  displayM, 
 The  God,  in  mortal  flesh  array'd, 
 And  an  example  set  for  me. 
 
 Set,  Christian,  by  thy  Lord,  for  thee. 
 
 3  Let  us  attend  our  sovereign  Lord, 
 And  all  his  works  and  acts  record ; 
 
 *  I  have  you  an  example  set, 
 
 *  That  you  should  wash  each  other's  feet* 
 
 4  My  Sa\4our,  I  obey  tliy  voice. 
 And  in  thy  word  and  ways  rejoice ; 
 Would  humbly  wash  thy  followers'  feet ; 
 O,  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet 
 
 9(fi,    CM. 
 
 Washing  the  Sair**  'ut.    John  xiii.  2.  5. 14 
 
 DISROB'D  of  all  his  heavenly  dress, 
 The  Saviour  c*rae  to  earth, 
 Cloth'd  in  a  veil  of  roortal  flesh, 
 And  bow'd  his  head  in  death. 
 I  That  awiul  night,  in  whJrh,  betray'd. 
 He  introduc'd  the  feast 
 Which  we,  my  friends  hare  seen  displayM^ 
 Where  each  has  been  a  guest 
 \  The  solemn  scene  about  to  close, 
 To  make  the  whole  complete, 
 He  meekly  from  commimion  rose. 
 And  wash'd  his  servants'  feeL 
 
74  ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS. 
 
 4  *Let  each,'  he  said,  'to  others  do 
 
 *  As  I,  your  Lord,  have  done ; 
 *  The  heavenly  pattern  still  pursue 
 '  In  form  as  I  have  shown.' 
 
 5  Since  Christ  has  the  example  set 
 
 By  his  o^^^l  blessed  hand. 
 We'll  humbly  wash  each  other's  feet. 
 Obedient  to  command. 
 
 ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS. 
 
 96*    L.  M. 
 
 People's  prayer  for  their  minister. 
 
 J 
 
 "^O^ITH  heavenly  powder,  O  Lord,  defend 
 ^  *      Him,  whom  w^e  now^  to  thee  commend^ 
 His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
 And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 2  Gird  liim  with  all-sufficient  grace; 
 Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  ; 
 Tiiy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
 And  liclp  him  to  obey  thy  will. 
 
 3  Before  him  thy  protection  send ; 
 O,  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end ; 
 Nor  let  him,  as  a  pilgrim,  rove 
 Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 
 
 4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart. 
 In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert, 
 That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace.  i 
 
 W 
 
 Hammond.]     9§«     7s. 
 After  the  charge.     Prov.  xi.  30. 
 OULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God  ? 
 Tell  him  of  the  Saviour's  blood  j 
 
ORDINATION  OF  DEACONa  75 
 
 Say  how  Jesus'  bowels  move ; 
 Tell  liim  of  redeeming-  love. 
 8  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
 From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side ; 
 How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crowned. 
 And   his  heart  in  sorrow  drown'd. 
 
 3  Tell  him  how  he  sutTer'd  dcatli. 
 Freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 
 Died  and  rose  to   intercede, 
 
 As  our  advocate  and  head. 
 
 4  Tell  him  it  was  sovereign  grace 
 Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face; 
 Made  you  choose  the  belter  part ; 
 Brought  salvation  to  your  heart, 
 
 5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty. 
 Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free : 
 Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 
 Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 
 
 ORDINx\TION  OF  DEACONa 
 
 J.  B.  Cook.]     09.     L.  M. 
 At  the  choice   of  a  Deacon, 
 
 THOU  sacred  spirit,  heavenly  dovo. 
 Distil  thy  dews  of  joy  and  love ; 
 O'ersprcad  our  souls  with  rays  of  lightt 
 And  guide  our  errin*  judgment  right 
 
 %  From  our  dear  brethren  taught  lliy  word. 
 Fain  would  we  choose  a  Deacon,  Lord ; 
 One,  who  may  fill  the  office   well, 
 And  in  the  faith  of  Christ  excel. 
 
 8  In  thee  we  trust,  on  thee  depend, 
 Our  constant    never-failing  fi-iend ; 
 Assist  us,  Lfid,  and  bless  our  choice 
 Aiid  in  thy  n.une  we  will  rejoice 
 
76  BEFORE  SERMON. 
 
 RECEIVING  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 100.    CM. 
 
 After  Baptism. 
 EXTERNAL  God,  now  smile  on  thoee, 
 -*-^  AVho,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
 This  day  have  pubhcly  declared 
 
 That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 
 With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance. 
 
 And  run  the  Christian  race, 
 And,  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
 
 Find  aU-sufficient  g-race. 
 
 101.    L.  M. 
 
 Admission  of  new  members.    Gen.  xxiv.  31. 
 
 WELCO:\IE,  ye  well-belov'd  of  God, 
 Ye  heirs  of  grace,  redeem'd  by  blood 
 Welcome,  with  us  your  hands  to  join, 
 As  partners  of  our  lot  divine. 
 
 2  With  us  the  pilgrim's  state  embrace ; 
 We're  trav'lling  to  a  blissful  place ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  who  knows  the  way, 
 Conducts  us  on  from  day  to  day. 
 
 3  Embrace  the  cross  and  bear  it  on ; 
 It  shall  be  light  and  not  be  long; 
 Soon  shall  we  sit  with  Jesus  down. 
 And  wear  an  everlasting  crown. 
 
 BEFORE  SERMON. 
 
 102.    CM. 
 
 Casting  the  Gospel  net,    Luke  v.  5 ;  John  xid.  6| 
 
 [OW,  while  the  Gospel  net  is  cast, 
 Do  thou,  O  Lord,  the  effort  own| 
 
 W 
 
BEFORE  SERMON.  77 
 
 From  numerous  disappointments  past. 
 
 Teach  as  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 
 Maj  this  be  a  much-favour'd  hour, 
 
 To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led  ; 
 O,  clothe  thy  word  with  sovereign  power, 
 
 To  break  the  rocks  and  raise  the  dead. 
 To  mourners  speak  a  cheering-  word, 
 
 On  seeking  pouIs  vouchsafe  to  shine ; 
 Let  poor  backsliders  be  restor'd, 
 
 And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 
 [O,  hear  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope. 
 
 That  when  thy  voice  shall  call  us  horoe^ 
 Thou  still  wilt  raise  a  people  up. 
 
 To  love  and  praise  thee  in  our  room.] 
 
 Newton.]     103.     CM. 
 
 fV'OW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart, 
 ■^^    And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak; 
 Food  to  the  hungry  soul  impart, 
 
 And  cordials  to  the  weak. 
 Furnish  us  all  with  lig-ht  and  powers 
 
 To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways ; 
 So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
 
 And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 
 
 Hart.]     101.     C.  M. 
 
 i^NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God. 
 ^^  Once  more  his   blessing  ask ; 
 O,  may  not  duty  seem  a  load. 
 
 Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 
 Father,  thy  quick'nins"  Spirit  send 
 
 From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 
 To  make  our  waiting-  minds  atteiK^ 
 
 And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 
 
73  BEFORE  SERMON. 
 
 3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
 
 Each  m  an  honest  heart ; 
 Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  tliert^ 
 And  never  with  it  part. 
 
 4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 
 
 To  each  thy  blessings  suit; 
 And  let  tlie  seed  thy  servant  sows, 
 Produce  a  copious  fruit. 
 
 5  Bid  the  refreshing  north  wind,  wake; 
 
 Say  to  the  south  wind,  blow; 
 Let  every  plant  thy  power  partake. 
 And  all  the  garden  grow. 
 
 6  Revive  tJic  parch'd  with  heavenly  showers,! 
 
 The  cold  witli  warmth  divine  ;  | 
 
 And  as  tlie  benefit  is  ours,  , 
 
 Be  all  the  glory  thine.  t 
 
 I 
 
 Dr.  \Vatts.]     105.     L.  M.  [ 
 
 7^<  books  of  Nature,  and  of  Script iwe  compared 
 or^  the  glory  and  success  of  the  Gospel. 
 rilllE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
 -*-     In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
 But  when  cur  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
 We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
 
 2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
 
 And  nigJits  and  days  thy  power  confess| 
 But  the  bless'd  volume  thou  hast  writ. 
 Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Sun,  moon  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
 
 Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  J 
 So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
 It  toucli'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 
 
 4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest. 
 
 Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  J 
 Till  Christ  hath  all  the  nations  blest, 
 That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 
 
BEFORE  SERMON.  79  * 
 
 5  Great  Sim  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
 
 Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  li^^ht; 
 Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
 
 Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
 
 6  Tliy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view. 
 
 In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
 Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew. 
 And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     106.     L.  M. 
 
 Longing  after  God ;  or.  the  love  of  God  letter 
 than  life. 
 4^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 
 ^^  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest 
 The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
 Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 
 
 2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise. 
 
 Thou  art  my  Fatlier  and  ni}^  God  1 
 And  I  am  tliine  by  sacred  ties ; 
 
 Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood 
 
 3  With  lieart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 
 
 For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
 As  travellers,  in  tiiirsty  lands. 
 
 Pant  for  the  cooling  Vv'ater  brook. 
 
 4  With  early  feet,  I  love  t'  appear 
 
 Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 
 Oil;  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there. 
 
 And  felt  tlie  |K)wer  of  sovereign  grace. 
 
 5  Not  fruits  nor  vrines  that  tempt  our  taste, 
 
 Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 
 Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest. 
 Or  raise  my  cheerful  passions  so. 
 
 6  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love. 
 
 No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afford ; 
 
 Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
 
 If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord. 
 
eO  BEFORE  SERMON. 
 
 7  Amidst  the  wakefiil  hours  of  night. 
 
 When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
 
 One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
 
 And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 
 
 8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
 
 While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise , 
 This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
 And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     107.     L.  M. 
 
 The  enjoyment  of  Christ ;  or,  delight  in  worship 
 
 Xj^AR  from  my  tlioughts,  vain  world,  be 
 
 •*-       gone,^ 
 
 Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 
 
 Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see; 
 
 I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
 2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire. 
 
 And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire ; 
 
 Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
 
 And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  lov^ 
 S  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand, 
 
 In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand ; 
 
 And  in  sweet  murmurs,  by  tlieir  side. 
 
 Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 
 
 4  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
 And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  ; 
 Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine. 
 And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine.J 
 
 5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
 How  sweet  tliy  entertainments  are  1 
 Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
 Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 
 
 6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
 In  thee  tliy  Father's  glories  shine ; 
 Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
 Thai  eyes  have  seen,  or  angela  known. 
 
BEFORE  SERMON  81 
 
 Newton.]     108.    CM. 
 
 THY  promise,  Lord,  and  tliy  command. 
 Have  brouglit  us  here  to-day ; 
 And  now  we  humbly  waiting  stand, 
 To  hear  what  thou  wilt  say.* 
 2  Meet  us  we  pray,  with  words  of  peace ; 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
 That  from  our  follies  we  may  cease. 
 And  henceforth  faithful  prove. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     109.     L.  M. 
 
 Li/e,  the  day  of  Grace  and  Hope.     Eccles.  ix. 
 4,  6,  10. 
 
 LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  tlie  Lord, 
 The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward*' 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
 The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 
 
 2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given, 
 To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
 The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
 Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 
 
 3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
 But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 
 
 Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gono, 
 Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
 
 4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost. 
 Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
 They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  doiie 
 Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sim.] 
 
 5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do. 
 My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue; 
 Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found. 
 Nor  faitli,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
 
 *  Psalm  Ixxxv.  8. 
 
 D2 
 
82  BE'nVEEN  PRAYER 
 
 6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passM 
 In  tlie  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste  ; 
 But  darkness,  death,  and  long"    despair, 
 fieign  in  eternal  silence  there. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     110.     C.  M. 
 
 Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit;  or,  fervency  q/ 
 
 devotion  desired. 
 
 Ip^O^IE,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 
 ^  With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers. 
 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
 
 In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 
 Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
 Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
 To  reach  eternal  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
 
 In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
 Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  and  sliall  we  ever  live 
 
 At  tliis  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  quick'ning  powers; 
 Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
 And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
 
 BETWEEN  PRAYER  AND  SERMON, 
 
 T 
 
 111.    CM. 
 
 The  divinity  of  Christ* 
 frP.E  we  aaoic,  erernal  Wordi 
 The  Father's  equal  sen  ,* 
 
AND  SERMON.  8S 
 
 Bj  heaven's  obedient  hosts  ador'd, 
 Ere  time  its  course  begun. 
 
 2  The  first  creation  has  display'd 
 
 Thine  energy  divine  ; 
 For  not  a  single  thing  was  made 
 By  other  hajids  tlian  thine. 
 
 3  But  ransom 'd  sinners,  with  delight, 
 
 Sublimer  facts  survey  ; 
 The  all-creating  Word  unite 
 Himself  to  dust  and  clay. 
 
 4  See  the  Redeemer  clothed  in  flesh, 
 
 And  ask  tlie  reason  'Why  ?' 
 
 The  answer  fills  my  soul  afresh, 
 
 *  To  suffer,  bleed  and  die  I' 
 
 5  What  wonders  in  thy  person  meet. 
 
 My  Saviour,  all  divine ! 
 I  fall  with  rapture  at  thy  feet^ 
 And  vrould  be  wholly  tiiine. 
 
 L 
 
 112.     7s. 
 
 A  hlesswg  hujnhhj  requested. 
 
 ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now; 
 At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
 O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain; 
 Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
 
 2  In  thy  own  appointed  way 
 
 Now  we  seek  thee  ;  here  we  stay ; 
 I-rord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go 
 Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
 
 3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 
 That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
 Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 
 
 Full  solvauon  to  each  heart 
 
84  BETWEEN  PRAYER 
 
 4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
 Thee,  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
 Heal  the  sick  ;  the  captive  free ; 
 Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 
 
 113.    7s. 
 
 Love  of  Jesus* 
 
 LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  tlie  sound. 
 May  the  theme  on  earth  abound ; 
 May  the  hearts  of  saints  below 
 With  the  sacred  rapture  glow. 
 
 2  Love  amazing-,  large  and  free ; 
 Love  unknown,  to  tliink  on  me  ! 
 Jesus,  of  thy  love  possess'd, 
 
 I  am  now,  and  shall  be  blest. 
 
 3  Better  than  this  life  of  mine, 
 Saviour,  is  thy  love  divine ; 
 Drop  the  veil  and  let  me  seo 
 Oceans  of  this  love  in  thee. 
 
 BEDD03IE.]      114.      S.  M. 
 
 He  beheld  the  city,  and  wept  over  it.     Luke 
 
 xix.  41. 
 
 DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
 And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
 Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
 Burst  forth   from  ev'ry  eye. 
 
 2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
 
 Angels  with  wonder  see  ; 
 Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul ! 
 Those  tears  were  shed  for  thee. 
 
 3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
 
 Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
 In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
 Afid  there  's  no  weeping  there. 
 
AND  SERMON.  89 
 
 115.     L.  M. 
 
 fllHOU,  who  for  sinners   once  wast  slaii^ 
 -■-    Once  dead,  but  now  alive  again  ; 
 Give  nic  to  know,  to  taste  and  prove 
 Tlie  power  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 
 2  Give  me  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
 And  know  myself  an  heir  of  heaven ; 
 My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
 And  fill  me  with  the  love  of  God. 
 
 116.     8,  7,  4. 
 
 Prayer  for  minister  and  people. 
 
 DEAREST  Saviour,  help  thy  servant 
 To  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love  ; 
 Pour  thy  grace  upon  his  people, 
 
 That  thy  truth  they  may  approve  : 
 Bless,  O  bless  tiiem. 
 From  thy  shinmg  courts  above. 
 2  Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
 To  partake  the  gospel  feast 
 L#et  thy  spirit  sweetly  draw  them, 
 
 Ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest  I 
 O,  receive  us. 
 Let  us  find  tlie  promised  rest 
 
 117.    L.  M. 
 
 ^ty  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  sinner.     Luke  xv.  1 
 "¥X7'H0  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
 •  •     Throuofli  all  the  courts  of  paradise. 
 To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
 To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
 2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
 The  fruit  of  liis  eternal  love  ; 
 The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  seea 
 Txie  purcliase  of  his  agonies. 
 
86  BETWEEN  PRAYER 
 
 3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  \dew 
 The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew ; 
 And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
 The  growing-  empire  of  their  King. 
 
 Watts.]     11§.     C.  M.     A  Messed  Gospel 
 
 BLEST  are  tlie  souls  that  hear  and  know 
 The  Gospel's  joyful  sound; 
 Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
 And  light  their  steps  around. 
 3  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
 Tlirough  their  Redeemer's  name ; 
 His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
 Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
 3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence. 
 Strength  and  salvation  gives; 
 Jesus,  our  King,  for  ever  reigns, 
 Our  God  for  ever  lives. 
 
 119. 
 
 ^~^H  I    my  God  I    and  hast  tho-t  sent 
 ^^  Me  here  to  preach  to-day? 
 Oh,  baptise  my  soul  witli  fire, 
 
 And  point  me  out  the  way. 
 While  I  draw  the  gospel  bow, 
 
 Lord,  let  thy  arrows  fly ; 
 May  each  sinner  feel  this  day 
 
 That  Christ  for  him  did  die. 
 2  Lord,  we  have  assembled  here 
 
 To  hear  what  tliou  wilt  say. 
 Some  from  tlie  east,  some  from  the  west. 
 
 Some  north  and  south,  to  pray; 
 If  I'm  sent  to  preach  thy  word, 
 
 O  God,  display  thy  power ; 
 May  we  have  a  pentecost, 
 
 A  sweet,  refresiiing  shower. 
 
AND  SERMON.  87 
 
 8  Sinners,  Lord,  arc  trembling  now, 
 
 Their  tears  are  trickling  down  : 
 Keen  conviction's  on  their  brow 
 
 Wliile  they  behold  thy  fro-wn. 
 Oh,  for  justifying  grace, 
 
 And  thy  convicting  power  ; 
 Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 
 A  sweet  refreshing   shower. 
 
 Watts.]     120.     L.  31. 
 
 Hope  in  the  Covenant.     Heb.  vi.  17 — 19* 
 
 HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
 To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  GxA  i 
 But  everlasting  is  tliy  love, 
 
 Ajid  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
 2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
 
 Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
 Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
 
 And  fills  all  heaven  witli  endless  praise, 
 8  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
 INIy  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies, 
 Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
 Wliile  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise, 
 4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up  ; 
 A  faithful  and   michanging  God 
 Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope 
 In  oaths,  in  promises  and  blood. 
 
 Steele.]     121.    C.  M. 
 
 JESUS !   in  thy  transporting  name 
 What  blissful  glories  rise  ! 
 Jesus,  tlie  angels'  sweetest  theme, 
 The  wonder  of  the  skies ! 
 f^  Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  riev 
 A  love  so  strange  as  thine  ! 
 Ho  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
 Compassion  so  divine. 
 
8  BE'nVEEN  PRAYER 
 
 3  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 
 
 For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
 And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  dio^ 
 For  vile,  rebellious  foes  ? 
 
 4  fVictorious  love  I    can  language  tell 
 
 The  wonders  of  thy  power, 
 Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell 
 In  that  tremendous  hour  ? 
 
 5  ^yhat  glad  return  can   I  impart 
 
 For  favours  so  divine  ? 
 O,  take  my  heart,  this  worthless  heart, 
 And  make  it  only  tliine.] 
 
 122.     S.  M.     Hungry  for  spiritual  food, 
 
 HUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor, 
 Beliold  us.  Lord,  again 
 Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 
 Tiiy  bounty  to  obtain. 
 2  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh. 
 Or  we  must  starve  indeed  ; 
 For  we  no  money  have  to  buy, 
 No  righteousness  to  plead. 
 \  The  food  our  spirits  want 
 Thy  hand  alone  can  give  ; 
 O,  hear  tlie  pray'r  of  faith,  and  grant 
 That  we  may  eat  and  live. 
 
 DossEY.]     123.     S.  M. 
 
 Divine   assistance   invoked, 
 
 ASSIST  thy  servant.   Lord, 
 The  gospel  to  proclaim ; 
 Let  power  and  love  attend  the  word, 
 And  every  breast  inflame. 
 S  Bid  mibelief  depart ; 
 
 Banish  the  fear  of  man ; 
 
AND  SERMON. 
 
 Take  full  possession  ot*  his  heart. 
 
 And  glorify  thy  name. 
 8  Make  stubborn  sinners  bend 
 
 To  thy  divine  control ; 
 Constrain  the  wand'ring-  to  attend, 
 
 And  make  tlie  wounded  whole. 
 4  Extend  thy  conqu'ring  arm, 
 
 With  banner  wide  unfurPd, 
 Until  thy  glorious  grace  shall  charm 
 
 And  harmonize  tlie  world. 
 
 Watts.]     124.     L.  M. 
 
 THIS  life 's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
 But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  gr% 
 
 Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
 
 When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 
 2  O  glorious  hour !    O  blest  abode  I 
 
 I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
 
 And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
 
 The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
 8  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyflil  sound  ; 
 
 Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
 
 And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 
 
 1*25.    L.  M. 
 
 Desiring  communion  with  God, 
 "pL/TY  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires, 
 -•-^-^  To  perfect  happiness  aspires ; 
 With  steady  steps  would  tread  the  road, 
 That  leads  to  heaven,  that  leads  to  God 
 2  I  thirst  to  drink  unmingled  love 
 From  tlie  pure  fountain-head  above : 
 My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
 Empty  of  sin  and  full  of  thee. 
 
90  AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 4  For  thee  1  pant,  for  thee  I  burn; 
 Art  thou  withdrawn  ?    again  return ; 
 Nor  let  me  be  the  first  to  say 
 Thou  wilt  not  hear  when  sinners  pray 
 
 Watts.]     126.     L.  M. 
 
 The  love  of  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  heart, 
 
 COME  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
 By  faith  and  love,  in  ev'ry  breast; 
 Then  shall  we  Imow,  and  taste,  and  feel. 
 The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 
 
 2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 
 
 Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess 
 And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
 Of  thine  iinmeasurable  grace. 
 
 3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 
 More  than  our  tlioughts  and  wishes  know, 
 Be  everlasting  honours  done 
 
 By  all  the  church  througli  Christ  his  Son 
 
 AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 Newtox.J     127.     C.  M. 
 
 Fa\ifi*8  review  and  expectation.     1  Chron.  xviL 
 
 16,17. 
 
 AIVIAZIXG  2frace !  (how  sweet  tlie  sound  !) 
 That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me ; 
 I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am   found, 
 Was  blind,  but  now  I  see  ! 
 
 2  *Twas  grace  that  tauglit  my  heart  to  fear. 
 
 And  grace  my  fears   reliev'd ; 
 How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
 The  hour  I  first  believ'd ! 
 
 3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares* 
 
 I  have  already  come ; 
 
AFTER  SERMON.  91 
 
 Tlfl  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thi/S  far, 
 And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 
 
 4  The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me ; 
 
 His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
 He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
 As  long  as  life  endures. 
 
 5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  foil, 
 
 And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
 I  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
 A  life  of  joy  in  peace. 
 
 6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
 
 The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
 But  God,  wlio  call'd  me  here  below. 
 Will  be  for  ever  mine. 
 
 128.    L.  M. 
 
 DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord^ 
 Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word, 
 All  that  lias  been  amiss  forgive. 
 And  let  tliy  truth  within  us  live. 
 2  Thougli  we  arc  guilty,  tJiou  art  good; 
 Wash  all  our  souls  in  Jesus'  blood, 
 Give  every  fctter'd  soul  release, 
 And  bid  us  all   depart  in  peace. 
 
 129.     S.  M. 
 
 ONCE  more  before  we  part. 
 We'll  bless  tlie  Saviour's  name. 
 Record  his  mercies,  every  heart, 
 Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 
 S  Hoard  up  his  sacred  word. 
 
 And  feed  tliereon,  and  grow ; 
 
 Go  on,  and  seek  to  know  the  Lord 
 
 And  practise  what  you  know. 
 
02  AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 130. 
 
 ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessings 
 
 L^ 
 
 Fill  oiir  hearts  with  joy  and  peao« 
 Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 
 O  refresh  us,  O  refresh  us. 
 Travelling  through  this  wilderneea 
 9  Thanks  we  give,  and   adoration, 
 For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
 May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
 In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 
 
 Ever  faithful,  ever  faithful 
 To  the  truth,  may  we  be  found. 
 8  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,  may  we  ever 
 Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     131,     S.  M. 
 
 The  passion  and  exaltation  of  ChrisL 
 
 COME,  all  harmonious  tongues. 
 Your  noblest  music   bring; 
 Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 
 And  Christ  the  man  we  sing. 
 S  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 
 To  take  away  our   guilt; 
 Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood. 
 That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 
 3  [Alas !  the  cruel  spear 
 
 Wont  deep  into  his  side, 
 And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
 Their  murd'rous  v^^eapons  dyed.1 
 
AFTER  SERMON.  93 
 
 4  [The  waves  of  swelling-  grief 
 
 Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll, 
 And  mountains  of  Almighty  wratii 
 Lay  heavy  on  his  soul.] 
 
 5  Down  to  tlie  shades  of  death 
 
 He  bow'd  liis  awful  head  ; 
 
 Yet  he  cLTose  to  live  and  reign 
 
 When  death  itself  is  dead. 
 
 6  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 
 
 The  cross  and  nails  no  more  ; 
 For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name. 
 And  all  the  heavens  adore. 
 
 7  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 
 
 High  on  the  Father's  throne : 
 Tlie  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
 And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 
 
 8  There  his  full  glories  shine 
 
 With  uncreated  rays, 
 And  bless  liis  saints'  and  angels    eyea» 
 To  everlasting  days. 
 
 Doddridge.]     132.     C.  M. 
 2^e  condescending  grace  of  Christ.   Mat.  XX.  28« 
 
 SAVIOUR  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love, 
 How  sweet  tiiy  gracious  name  I 
 With  joy  that  errand  we  review, 
 On  which  thy  mercy  came. 
 
 2  While  all  thy  owti  angelic  bands 
 
 Stood  waiting  on  the  wing, 
 Charm'd  with  the  honour  to  obey 
 Their  great  eternal  King;. 
 
 3  For  us,  mean,  wretched,  sinful  mei^ 
 
 Thou  laid'st  that  glory  by, 
 Firsts  in  our  mortal  flesh  to  serre} 
 Then,  in  that  flesh  to  die 
 
04  AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 4  Bought  with  thy  service  and  t]iy  bloodi 
 We  doubly,  Lord,  are  thine ; 
 To  tliee  our  hves  we  would  devote» 
 To  thee  our  death  resign. 
 
 Watts.]     133.     L.  M. 
 
 ^O  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
 ^  The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
 So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
 To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 
 
 2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
 The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God, 
 When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
 And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sink 
 
 3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
 Passion  and  envy,   lust  and  pride  ; 
 While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love 
 Our  inw^ard  piety  approve. 
 
 4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
 While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope. 
 The  briglit  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
 And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  wor^* 
 
 134.     7s. 
 
 THANKS  for  mercies  past  receiT^i 
 Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
 Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
 With  eternity  in  view. 
 
 2  Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young;  ;> 
 
 Grant  us.  Lord,  thy  peace  and  loTt^  M 
 
 And,  when  life's  short  race  is  run^  » 
 Take  us  to  thy  house  above. 
 
 I 
 
AFTER  SERMON.  05 
 
 135.     Parting  Song. 
 
 NOW  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
 Let 's  join  to  praise  our  God  ; 
 His  love  fill  every  lie  art. 
 
 While  we  are  on  the  road  : 
 'Tis  sweet  to  feel  our  Saviour's  love. 
 But  sweeter  still  in  heaven  above. 
 2  There  we  shall  meet  again, 
 
 Should  we  ne'er  meet  on  earth ; 
 We'll  see  our  Saviour's  face, 
 
 And  sing-  our  heavenly  birth ; 
 Our  parting  end,  while  we  adore 
 Our  blessed  God  for  ever  more. 
 ^  But  let  us  ne'er  forget 
 
 To  beg  our  children  dear 
 To  come  to  Clirist,  our  Lord, 
 
 And  seek  him  vrhile  he  's  near : 
 ^lay  we  all  meet  in  heaven  above, 
 And  join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 136.    L.  M. 
 
 RAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flo\^ 
 Praise  him,  all  creatiu"es  here  below ; 
 Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  hosts, 
 Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holv  Ghost. 
 
 P 
 
 W^^TTs.]     137.    C.  M. 
 
 r   ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 ■-^  And  Spirit,  be  ador'd. 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  liim  knoxn^ 
 Or  Saints  to  love  the  Lord. 
 
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 138.    S.M. 
 JTR  Father  God  adore, 
 And  praise  his  equal  Soa| 
 
96  THE  CHRISrriAN. 
 
 The  spirit  bless  for  evermore, 
 Three  mysteries  in  one. 
 
 139.    L.  M. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  tlie  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
 Be  honour,  praise  and  glory  given 
 By  all  on  eartli,  and  all  in  heaven. 
 
 140,    CM. 
 
 TO  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 
 And  Spirit,  all  divme, 
 The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one. 
 Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
 
 141.    L.M. 
 
 TTAIL,  Father  I  hail,  eternal  Son ! 
 -■"•-  Hail,  sacred  Spirit,  three  in  one  I 
 Blessings  and  thanks,  and  power  diWne, 
 Thrice  holy  Lord,  be  ever  thine  I 
 
 THE  CHRISTL\N. 
 
 CowpER.]    142.    CM. 
 TTie  contrite  heart.     Isaiah  Mi.  15. 
 
 THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
 On  contrite  hearts  bestow ; 
 Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  rain© 
 
 A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 
 I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
 
 Insensible  as  steel; 
 If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain, 
 To  find  I  cannot  feel 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  97 
 
 9  I  sometimes  think  myself  iiiclin*d 
 To  love  thee,  it*  I  could ; 
 But  often  feel  another  mind, 
 Averse  to  all  that's  good. 
 
 4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few» 
 
 I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
 But  when  I  cry,  '  my  strengtli  renew, 
 Seem  weaker  than  before. 
 
 5  Thy  saints  are  comforted  I  know, 
 
 And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 
 I  therefore  go  wiiere  others  go, 
 But  find  no  comfort  there. 
 
 6  O,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache. 
 
 Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
 And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break. 
 And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 
 
 CowpER.]     143.     CM. 
 Jehovah  our  righteousness.     Jer.  xxiii.  6. 
 
 l^/f'Y  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways! 
 -^'-■-   But  mine  polluted  are ; 
 Sin  twines  itself  about  my  praise, 
 And  slides  into  my  prayer. 
 |2  If  I  would  speak  what  thou  hast  doDO 
 To  save  me  from  my  sin, 
 I  cannot  make  thy  mercies  known, 
 But  self-applause  creeps  in. 
 3  Divine  desire,  that  holy  flame 
 Thy  grace  creates  in  me, 
 Alas !  impatience  is  its  name, 
 When  it  returns  to  tliee. 
 'I  This  heart,  a  fountain  of  vile  thoughla^ 
 
 How^  does  it  overflow  ' 
 '   While  self  upon  the  surface  floats, 
 Still  bubbling  from  below. 
 
08 
 
 THE  CHRIOTIAN. 
 
 5  Let  others  in  the  gaudy  dress 
 Of  fancied  merit  shine  ; 
 The  Lord  shall  be  my  righteousness. 
 The  Lord  for  ever  mine. 
 
 If.;: 
 
 m^i 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     1 44»     C.  M. 
 
 Jesus,  precious  to  them  that  believe,    1  Peter  ii.  7. 
 
 TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 
 
 *^    'Tis  music  to  my  car  ; 
 
 Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
 
 That  earth  and  Iieaven  might  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  AH  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
 
 In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
 Nor  to  my  eyes  is  lic^ht  so  dear, 
 Nor  friendship  half  so  su'^ect. 
 
 4  Tliy  grace  sliall  dwell  upon  my  heart. 
 
 And  shed  its  fragrance  there ; 
 The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
 Tiie  cordial  of  its  care. 
 
 5  ril  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
 
 With  my  last  laboring  breath ; 
 And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms. 
 The  antidote  of  deatii. 
 
 Self-denial. 
 
 145.    CM. 
 
 Mark  viii.  34 ;  Luke  ix.  23, 
 
 AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
 My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
 It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
 Much  more  than  this  for  me. 
 
THE  ClIRISnA.W.  i 
 
 9  Yes,  let  it  go;  one  look  from  the« 
 Will  more  than  make  araendfl 
 For  all  the  losses  I  sustain, 
 Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 
 
 3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  liTca, 
 
 How  worthless  thej  appear. 
 Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good. 
 Divinely  bright  and  fair  I 
 
 4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
 
 A  single  smile  obtain. 
 Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
 I*d  glory  in  my  gain. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Lyric  Poems.]     146.     S.  AL 
 
 Confession  and  Pardon.     1  John   i.   9  ;    Pro?, 
 xxviii.  18. 
 
 TLTY  sorrows,  like  a  flood, 
 -^^■^  Impatient  of  restraint. 
 Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God, 
 Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 
 I  2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 
 I  Could  once  defy  the  Lord ; 
 
 Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin. 
 In  presence  of  thy  sword. 
 
 3  How  often  have  I  stood 
 A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
 
 And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchless  gr&ot! 
 Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 
 
 4  O,  shall  I  never  feel 
 The  meltings  of  thy  love  ? 
 
 Am  I  of  such  hell-harden'd  steel 
 
 That  mercy  cannot  move  ? 
 0*ercome  by  dying  love, 
 
 Here  at  thy  cross  I  lie; 
 
100 
 
 THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 I 
 
 And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  nry  a33, 
 And  weep,  and  love,   and  die. 
 
 6  *  Rise,'  says  the  Saviour,  *  rise, 
 
 Behold  my  wounded  veins; 
 Here  flows  a  sacred,  crimson  flood. 
 To  wash  away  thy  stains,' 
 
 7  See,  God  is  reconcil'd  I 
 
 Behold  his  smiluig-  face ! 
 Let  joyful  cherubs   clap  their  wing^ 
 And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 
 
 3 
 
 Newton.]     14T.     L.  M. 
 Prayer  answered  by  crosses. 
 
 IASK'D  tlie  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
 In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace; 
 Might  more  of  his  salvation  know. 
 And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 
 
 3  *Twas  he,  who  taught  me  first  to  pray, 
 
 And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  prayer; 
 But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way. 
 
 As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 
 I  hoped  that  in  some  favour'd  hour, 
 
 At  once  he'd  answer  my  request; 
 And  by  his  love's  constraining  power. 
 
 Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  resL 
 
 4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
 
 The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
 And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
 Assault  my  soul  in  every  part 
 ^  Yes,  more  ;  with  his  own  hand  he  seemM 
 Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 
 Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
 Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 
 %  *  Lord,  why  is  this  ?'  I  trembling  cried, 
 *  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  deaUl 
 
 I 
 
IHE  CHRISTIAN.  101 
 
 *Tris  in  this  way,'  tlic  Lord  replied, 
 
 *  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith» 
 
 *  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
 
 *  PVom  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free » 
 
 *  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
 
 *  That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me 
 
 Fawcett.]     14  §.     CM 
 Inward  Religion.    James  i.  27. 
 
 RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
 Of  mortals  licre  below  ; 
 May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
 
 Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 
 More  needful  this,  tlian  glittering  wealth  ^ 
 
 Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
 Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
 
 Can  give  us  such  repose. 
 Religion  sliould  our  thoughts  engage 
 
 Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
 'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
 
 And  for  the  awful  tomb. 
 O,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd* 
 
 Be  my  Redeemer's   throne ; 
 And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd. 
 
 His  government  to  own. 
 Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love 
 
 Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
 And  all  my  conversation  prove 
 
 My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
 Preserve  me  from  tlie  snares  of  Rin, 
 
 Through  my  remaining  days ; 
 And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
 
 To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 
 
102 
 
 THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire; 
 Let  warm  affections  rise ; 
 And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire. 
 To  mount  above  the  skies 
 
 149.    L.  M. 
 
 A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
 -^^  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praii5 
 He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me ; 
 His  loving  kindness,  O   how  free  I 
 
 2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  tlie  fall, 
 Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all 
 He  savM  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
 His  loving-kindness,  O  Iiow  great  I 
 
 5  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
 Though  earth  and  liell  my  way  oppose, 
 He  safely  leads  my  soul   along  ; 
 
 His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong  ! 
 
 4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
 Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunder'd  louo. 
 He  near  my  soul    has  always  stood  ; 
 His   loving-kindness,  O  how  good  I 
 
 $  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
 tiune  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
 But  though  I  Jiave  Jiim  oft  forgot. 
 His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 
 
 6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
 Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
 O,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
 His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death  I 
 
 ?  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
 To  the  briglit  world  of  endless  day, 
 And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
 His  loving-kindness  in  tJie  skies. 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  UX\ 
 
 Wesley's  Collection.]     150,     S.  M 
 
 r  WANT  a  heart  to  prny, 
 ■■-  To  pray  and  never  cease ; 
 Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
 Or  wisli  my  suff 'rin^^s   less, 
 
 2  Tliis  blessin;^  above  all. 
 
 Always  to  pray,  I  want ; 
 Out  on  the  deep  on  thee  to  call. 
 And  never,  never  faint 
 
 3  I  want  a  true  regard, 
 
 A  singfle,  steady  aim, 
 UnmovM  by  threat'ningrs  or  reward. 
 To  thee  ajid  thy  great  name. 
 
 4  A  jealous,  just  concern 
 
 For  thine  immortal    praise; 
 A  pure  desire,  tliat  ail  may  lea.\n 
 And  glorify  thy  grace. 
 
 5  I  want  with  all  my  heart. 
 
 Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil ; 
 To  know  myself,  and  what  thou  art. 
 And  what  thy  perfect  will. 
 
 6  I  want,  I  know  not  what ; 
 
 I  wcint  my  wants  to  sec  ; 
 
 I  want — alas  I  what  want  I  not 
 
 When  tliou  art  not  in  mc  ? 
 
 Newton.]     151,    S.  M. 
 
 TJit  good  that  I  icoulf}^  Ida  not,     Rom.  rii.  19. 
 
 T  WOULD,  but  cannot,  sing  ; 
 -■-  Guilt  has  untunM  my  voice  ; 
 The  serpent,  sin*s  envenom'd  stingy, 
 Has  poison'd  all  my  joys. 
 
 9  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh. 
 
 And  would,  but  cannot,  pray; 
 
104  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
 And  frights  my  soul  away. 
 
 3  1  would,  but  can't  repent, 
 
 Though  I  endeavour  oft; 
 This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent. 
 Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 
 
 4  I  would,  but  cannot,  love, 
 
 Though  woo'd  by  love  divine; 
 No  arguments  have  power  to  move 
 A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 
 
 5  I.  would,  but  cannot,  rest 
 
 In  God's  most  holy  will ; 
 I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best» 
 Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 
 
 6  0,  could  I  but  believe. 
 
 Then  all  would  easy  be ; 
 I  would,  but  cannot — Lord,  relieve. 
 My  help  must  come  from  tliee. 
 
 7  But  if  indeed  I  woiildy 
 
 Though  I  can  nothhig  do; 
 Yet  the  desire  is  something   good, 
 For  wliicli  my  praise  is  due. 
 
 8  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
 
 Till  thine  appointed  hour, 
 I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 
 As  now  I  am  of  power. 
 
 9  Wilt  thou  not  crown,  at  length, 
 
 The  work  thou  hast  begun ; 
 And  with  a  will,  aiford  me  strengtli. 
 In  all  thy  ways  to  run  ? 
 
 Newton.]     152.    C.  M. 
 Of  that  I  were  as  in  months  past  I  Job  xxix.  2. 
 
 SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
 The  Savio^or's  pard'ning  blood, 
 
 I 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN  1(B 
 
 Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  gulltf 
 And  bring  me   liome  to  God ! 
 fi  Soon  as  tlie  morn  the  light  revcaPd, 
 His  praises  tunM  my  tongue; 
 And  when  tlie  evening  shades  prevail*d. 
 His  love  was  all  my  song. 
 S  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  whiles ; 
 The  world  no  more  could  charm  j 
 I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
 And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 
 
 4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the   Lord, 
 
 And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
 And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
 I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 
 
 5  Then  to  his  saints  I  oftei>  spoke, 
 
 Of  wJiat  his  love  had  done ; 
 But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke. 
 For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 
 
 6  Now,  when  tlie  evening  shade  prevails. 
 
 My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
 And  wlien  the  morn  the  light  reveal*. 
 
 No  light  to  me  returns. 
 T  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  nolse« 
 
 For  Jesus  hides  his  face ; 
 I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes» 
 
 But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
 .8  Now,  Satan  threatens  to  prevail. 
 
 And  make  my  soul  his  prey ; 
 Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  camiot  fa3» 
 
 O,  come  without  delay. 
 
 o 
 
 CowpER.]    153.    C  M. 
 
 Walking  mth  God.    Gen.  v.  24. 
 HI  for  a  closer  walk  with  Go4* 
 A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame*' 
 £2 
 
106  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
 Tliat  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 
 
 2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I   knew, 
 
 When  I  obej'd  the  Lord? 
 Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  riew, 
 Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'di 
 
 How  sweet  tlieir  memory  still ! 
 But  they  liave  left  an  aching  void. 
 The  world  can  never  fill. 
 
 4  Return,  O,  holy  Dove,  return, 
 
 Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
 I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
 And  drove  thee  from  my  breast 
 
 5  The  dearest  idol  I  liave  known, 
 
 Wliate'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  sliall  mark  the  road. 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 Dr.  W^\tts'  Sermons.]     154.     C.  M. 
 
 O  that  I  knew  where  I  might  find  him.     Job 
 xxiii.  3,  4. 
 
 OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place. 
 Where  I  might  find  my  God  I 
 I*d  spread  my  wants  before  his  faCQ, 
 And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 
 2  rd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
 What  sorrows  I  sustain ; 
 How  grace  decays  and  comfort  die% 
 
 And  leaves  njy  heart  in  pain. 
 He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  takoi, 
 To  wrestle  with  my  God; 
 
 I 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  107 
 
 rd  plead  for  his  o\vii  mercy's  sake, 
 
 And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 
 My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
 
 And  heal  my  broken  bones ; 
 He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
 
 The  language  of  their  groans 
 Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 
 
 And  banish  every  fear ; 
 He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
 
 To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 
 
 155.     C.  M.     True  happiness. 
 
 HOW  happy  is  the  Christian's  state! 
 His  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 
 A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace. 
 And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heaven. 
 
 2  Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 
 
 He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh; 
 Yet,  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
 Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 
 
 3  If  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps. 
 
 He  feels  the  chast'ning  rod, 
 The  gentle  stroke  sliall  bring  him  back 
 To  his  forginng  Gud. 
 
 4  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes. 
 
 To  call  his  soul   away, 
 His  soul  in  rapture  shall  ascend 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 Newton.]     156.      7s, 
 
 Graces  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
 (Ofl  it  causes  anxious  thought,) 
 Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
 Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 
 
108  THE  CHRICTIAN. 
 
 2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 
 
 Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
 Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
 Wlio  have  never  heard  his  name* 
 
 3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
 
 Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove* 
 Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
 If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 
 
 4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
 
 All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
 Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
 Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 
 
 5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 
 
 Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
 You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
 Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 
 
 6  Yet,  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will ; 
 
 Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
 Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
 If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 
 
 7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
 
 Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 
 Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
 If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 
 
 8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ; 
 
 Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
 Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
 If  it  be  indeed  begun. 
 
 9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and   more, 
 
 If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
 l£  I  have  not  lov'd  before. 
 Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 
 
 Fawcett.]     157,    C.  M. 
 
 WITH  melting  heart,  and  weeping  eye^ ^ 
 My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries ; 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  100 
 
 What  shall  I  do  or  whither  flee, 
 T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me  1 
 Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh : 
 I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die ; 
 Wrapt  up  in  self-conceit  and  pride, 
 
 *  I  shall  have  peace  at  last,'  I  cried. 
 But  when,  great  God,  thy  light  divine 
 Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
 Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe, 
 The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 
 
 How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  ap|)ears, 
 In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years ! 
 Before  thy  pure,  discerning  eye, 
 Lord,  what  a  filtliy  wretch  am  1 1 
 Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue* 
 Death  and  destruction  are  my  due ; 
 Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 
 And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 
 Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
 Salvation  free,  in  Jesus'*  name  ? 
 To  him  I  look,  and  humbly  cry, 
 
 *  O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die  I** 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stenxett.]     158.     S.  M. 
 
 Praise  for  conversion.     Psalms  Ixvi.  16. 
 
 COME,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
 And  listen  while  I  tell. 
 How  narrowly  my  feet  escapM 
 
 The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 
 The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 
 
 Assail'd  my  foolish  heart. 
 While  Satan,  with  malicious  skill, 
 
 Guided  the  poisonous  dart. 
 I  fell  beneath  the  stroke ; 
 
 But  fell  to  rise  again; 
 
110  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 My  ang-uish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
 And  pleasure  sprung-  from  pain. 
 
 4  Darkness,  and  shame  and  grief, 
 
 Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind ; 
 I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
 But  no  relief  could  find. 
 
 5  At  length  to  God  I  cried ; 
 
 He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh; 
 He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
 Salvation  from  on  high. 
 
 6  My  drooping  head  he  raised. 
 
 My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 
 Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
 The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 
 
 7  O,  may  I  ne'er  forget 
 
 The  mercy  of  my  God  ; 
 Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
 His  loudest  praise  abroad. 
 
 159.    L  M. 
 
 OHOW  shall  I  myself  assure 
 That  I  am  safe  in  Christ,  secure, 
 Or  that  I  do  in  him  believe. 
 And  from  him  grace  for  grace  receive 
 When  I  with  Christians  do  compare 
 My  daily  exercise,  and  prayer, 
 I  seem  to  fall  so  far  behind. 
 That  gloomy  fears  o'erwhelm  my  mind. 
 I  read  the  precious  v/ord  of  God, 
 Which  Jesus  ratified  with  blood  ; 
 And  while  I  read  my  fears  arise, 
 And  hide  the  promise  from  my  eyes 
 I  go  to  meeting  as  the  rest,  j 
 
 To  hear  and  learn,  and  to  be  bless'd ,  I 
 
 But  while  they're  comforted  in  bliss. 
 My  heart 's  just  like  a  rock  of  ice. 
 
 I 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFLICT.        HI 
 
 5  Or,  if  I*m  ever  made  to  weep, 
 
 And,  weeping-,  rank  with  Jesus'  sheep. 
 Those  comforts  are  but  transient  ^uesta. 
 My  blessings  make  but  partial  feasts. 
 
 6  Sometimes  I  seek  some  lonely  place, 
 To  muse  and  pray  for  greater  grace; 
 But  there  can  only  groan  and  sigh, 
 O,  what  a  wretched  soul  am  I ! 
 
 7  Others,  I  hear,  say  they  have  found 
 The  Saviour  precious  all  aroimd ; 
 But  I  am  mostly  cold  and  dead, 
 Which  often  makes  me  sore  afraid. 
 
 8  Some  Christians,  when  they  come  to  die 
 Seem  full  of  joy,  and  long  to  fly ; 
 
 Bat  I  have  oil  a  tortur'd  mind. 
 Lest  I  should  tlien  be  lefl  behind. 
 
 9  Come,  Christians  dear,  of  every  tongu^ 
 Whose  hearts  and  lips  agree  in  one, 
 Unfold  the  truth,  and  let  me  know 
 
 If  it  indeed  be  so  with  you. 
 10  Are  these  the  trials,  which  you  know  I 
 Is  this  the  gloomy  way  you  go  ? 
 Come,  tell  me  quick,  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 Or  my  poor  heart  will  surely  break. 
 
 THE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFOCT, 
 
 160.    S.  M. 
 
 The  evils  of  the  heart  lamented^ 
 
 ASTONISH'D  and  distressed, 
 I  turn  my  eyes  within  ; 
 My  heart  with  guilt  oppress'd, 
 The  seat  of  every  sin. 
 \%  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts. 
 What  vile  aifectiona  there! 
 
113       THE  CHRISTIANAS  CONFLICT. 
 
 Distrust,  presumption,  artful  g-uile. 
 Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear, 
 
 3  Almig-hty  King  of  saints, 
 
 These  tyrant  lusts  subdue, 
 
 Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind. 
 
 And  all  my  powers  renew. 
 
 4  This  done,   my  cheerful  voice 
 
 Shall  loud  hosannas  raise ; 
 My  soul  shall  then  rejoice. 
 My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 
 
 161.    CM. 
 
 A  Christian's  changes. 
 
 STRANGE  that  so  much  of  heaven  t»l 
 hell 
 Should  in  one  bosom  meet! 
 Lord,  can  thy  spirit  ever  dwell 
 Where  Satan  has  a  seat  ? 
 
 2  Now  I  am  all  transformed  to  love, 
 
 And  could  expire  in  praise  • 
 Anon,  not  all  the  joys  above 
 One  cheerful  note  can  raise. 
 
 3  By  faithless  hopes  and  golden  dreami, 
 
 I'm  tortur'd   or  betray'd ; 
 Still  toss'd  between  the  two  extremes. 
 Too  vain,  or  too  dismay'd. 
 
 4  Decide  the  dubious,  awful  case, 
 
 By  some  assuring  sign : 
 And  O,  may  thy  all-conquering   grace. 
 Demonstrate  I  am  thine 
 
 162.    L.M. 
 
 Flesh  and  spirit  in  struggle. 
 
 HOW  sad  and  awfiil  is  my  state! 
 The  very  thing  I  do,  I  hate; 
 
 I 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFLICT.        113 
 
 When  I  to  God  draw  near  in  prayer, 
 I  feel  the  conflict  even  there. 
 
 2  I  mourn  because  I  cannot  mourn ; 
 I  hate  my  sin,  yet  cannot  turn  ; 
 
 I  grieve  because  I  cannot  grieve  ; 
 I  liear  the  truth,  but  can't  believe, 
 
 3  Yet  Lord,  the  blood,  which  thou  hast  spilt, 
 Can  make  this  rocky  heart  to  melt ; 
 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  clean  within. 
 Thy  blood  can  pardon  all  my  sin. 
 
 4  On  this  rich  blood  my  faith  is  found, 
 And  on  this  hope  I  fix  my  ground  ; 
 Soon  shall  I  reach  the  eternal  shore, 
 Where  doubts  and  fears  prevail  no  more* 
 
 S.  Stennett.]     163.     L.  M. 
 In-dwelling  sin  lamenttd. 
 
 WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament. 
 Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
 My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
 And  vile  ingratitude. 
 
 2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
 
 So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
 So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
 So  prone  to  every  sin. 
 
 3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
 
 Are  holy,  just  and  true  ; 
 Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands, 
 Is  his  most  righteous  due. 
 d  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh. 
 And  all  her  words  approve ; 
 But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
 And  harder  y?t  to  love. 
 J  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
 These  struggles  in  mj  breast? 
 
114  THE  CHURCH. 
 
 When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
 And  give  my  conscience  rest. 
 6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O  break  the  chainSi 
 And  set  the  captive  free  ; 
 
 Reveal,  almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
 And  haste  to  rescue  me. 
 
 THE  CHURCH. 
 
 Watts.]     164.    L.  M. 
 
 The  Church  the  garden  of  Christ.   Cant.  iv.  12,  15^ 
 
 WE  are  a  garden  wallM  around. 
 Chosen,  and  made  peculiar  ground ; 
 A  little  spot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
 Out  of  the  world^s  wide  wilderness. 
 
 2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 
 Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
 And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow 
 
 To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 
 
 3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,  and  come. 
 Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume ; 
 Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 
 
 A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
 
 4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad 
 To  entertain  our  Saviour,  God ; 
 And  faith,  and  love  and  joy  appear, 
 And  every  grace  be  active  here. 
 
 Watts.]     165,     L.  M 
 
 God  the  glory  and  defence  of  Zion, 
 
 HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
 The  seat  of  thy  creator's  grace ; 
 Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 
 Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
 
TIIE  CIIURCIL  llJt  ' 
 
 9  Thy  walls  are  strcng^th,  and  at  thy  galea 
 A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits ; 
 Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
 FixM  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 
 
 3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage; 
 Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 
 Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
 'J'hat  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 
 
 i  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
 Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell; 
 His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
 Like  brazen  bidwarks  built  around. 
 
 5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  gun ; 
 Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
 On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
 And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     166.     C.  M. 
 
 T^e  safety  of  the  Church.    Isa.  xxvi.  1 — 6 
 
 XIOW  firm,  how  blissful  is  the  place. 
 -■-■■  Where  we  adoring  stand ' 
 Zion,  the  glory  of  tlie  earth, 
 And  beauty  of  the  land. 
 
 2  Bulwarks  of  miglity  grace  defend 
 
 The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
 The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
 Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 
 
 3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates; 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
 Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
 The  statutes  of  your  King. 
 
 4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  ]oy%^ 
 
 And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
 You  tliat  have  known  JehovaJi*s  namei 
 And  venturM  on  his  grace. 
 
116  THE  CHURCH. 
 
 5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trufit, 
 And  banish  all   your  fears ; 
 Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
 Eternal  as  his  years, 
 
 167.    S.  M. 
 
 TTOW  charming  is  the  place, 
 •*--■-  Where  my  redeemer,  God, 
 Unveils  his  beauteous  face. 
 And  sheds  his  love  abroad  I 
 
 2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 
 
 To  which  the  great  resort, 
 Can  be  compared  with  this, 
 Where  Jesus  holds  his  courL 
 
 3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
 Our  eyes  behold  him  sit. 
 And  smile  on  all  around. 
 
 4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
 
 Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
 He  liears  their  broken  sighs. 
 
 And  grants  them  all  their  wants 
 
 5  To  them  his  sovereign   will 
 
 He  graciously  imparts. 
 And,  in  return,  accepts 
 
 The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 
 
 6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
 
 Within  thy  blest  abode, 
 Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
 The  servants  of  my  God. 
 
 Watts.]     168.     L.  M. 
 
 HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
 O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  aiO 
 With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
 To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saintg. 
 
HEARING  EXPERIENCES.  117 
 
 2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode ; 
 My  panting-  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
 My  God  I  my  King  I  why  sliould  I  be 
 So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  I 
 
 3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
 Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky ; 
 Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
 And  all  tlieir  work  is  praise  and  love, 
 
 4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
 Within  the  temple  of  tliy  grace ; 
 There  they  behold  thy  gentle  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  tlirough  the  road. 
 They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 
 
 6  Cheerful  they  walk  witli  growing   strength. 
 Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
 Till  all  before  tJiy  face  appear. 
 
 And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 
 
 HEARING  EXPERIENCES. 
 
 160.    L.  M. 
 
 The  church  waiting  to  hear  experiences, 
 
 THY  church   have  met,  O  God,  to  hear 
 Thy  infant  children  now  declare 
 The  triumphs  of  abounding  grace 
 O'er  sin  and  guilt  and  deep  distress. 
 
 2  Sweet  Saviour,  help  them  to  proclaim 
 Salvation  througli  thy  powerful  name ; 
 Assist  thy  cluirch  to  hear  and  sing 
 The  glorious  triumphs  of  their  King, 
 
 8  We  too,  once  trembling  near  the  brink 
 Of  hell,  exclaim'd,  *  O  Lord,  we  sink  I* 
 
118  BAPTISM. 
 
 Salvation  flew  on  mercy's  wing", 
 Rcliev'd  our  souls,  and  bade  us  sing. 
 4  O  may  we  ne'er  forget  that  hour, 
 
 When  truth  and  justice,  love  and  power, 
 MarkM  out  the  way  with  streams  of  biood 
 To  lead  our  ransom'd  souls  to  God. 
 
 170.     CM 
 
 Come  in,  thou  blest  of  the  Ijord.     Gen.  xxir.  3. 
 
 COME  in,  ye  blessed  of  our  God, 
 And  join  his  children  here  ; 
 Wash'd  in  the  Saviour's  cleansing  bloody 
 For  liini,  your  Lord,  appear. 
 
 2  Stay  not  within  the  wilderness, 
 
 Nor  waiting  at  the  door  ; 
 Sweet  Jesus  will  your  woes  redress. 
 Were  they  ten  thousand  more. 
 
 3  Though  fearing,  trembling,  rise  and  come ; 
 
 Yield  to  the  Saviour's  voice; 
 For  hung'ring,  thirsting  souls  there's  roomi 
 O,  make  the  blissful  choice. 
 
 4  Room  in  the  Saviour's  gracious  breast, 
 
 That  breast  which  glows  with  love ; 
 Room  in  the  church,  his  cliosen  rest, 
 And  room  in  heaven  above. 
 
 5  Why  will  you  longer  ling'ring  stay, 
 
 When  Jesus  says  there 's  room  ? 
 Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  day  : 
 Arise  I   he  bids  you  come. 
 
 BAPTISxM. 
 
 J.  StExVnett.]     171.    C.  M.    Immersioru 
 
 THUS  was  the  Great  Redeemer  pluo^'d 
 In  Jordan's  swelling  flood. 
 
BAPTISM. 
 
 To  show  he  must  be  soon  baptised 
 In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 
 
 2  Thus  was  }iis  sacred  body  laid 
 
 Beneath  the  yielding  wave ; 
 Thu3  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 
 Out  of  tJie  hquid  grave. 
 
 3  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 
 
 In  thy  own  footsteps  tread ; 
 Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  witJi  tlice. 
 Our  ever-living  head. 
 
 119 
 
 172.    8,7. 
 
 Buried  with  Chiist  in  Baptism.     Rom.  vi.  A» 
 
 JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 
 Tliou  alone  our  guide  slialt  be ; 
 Thy  commission  we  rely  on. 
 We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 
 
 2  As  an  emble^n  of  thy  passion, 
 
 And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave. 
 
 We,  who  know  thy  great  salvation. 
 
 Are  baptis'd  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. 
 
 J.  Stennett.]     173.     L.  M. 
 
 THE  Great  Redeemer  we  adore, 
 Who  came  the  lost  to  seek  and  save ; 
 Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore, 
 To  find  a  tomb  beneath  its  wave  I 
 2  *Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 
 
 All  righteousness,'  he  meekly  said ; 
 Why  should  we  then  to  do  his  will, 
 Or  be  asham'd,  or  be  afraid  ? 
 
120  BAPTISM. 
 
 3  With  thee,  into  thy  watery  tomb, 
 
 Lord,  His  our  glory  to  descend ; 
 'Tis  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  room, 
 To  he  interr'd  by  such  a  friend. 
 
 4  Yet,  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 
 
 To  let  us  see  the  light  again; 
 So,  OQ  the  resurrection  day. 
 
 The  bands  of  death  prov'd  weak  and  vain 
 
 5  Thus,  when  thou  shalt  again  appear. 
 
 The  gates  of  death  shall  open  wide; 
 Our  dust  thy  mighty  voice  shall  hear, 
 And  rise  and  trimnph  at  thy  side. 
 
 1'74«     8s.     Christ  baptised  in  Jordan. 
 
 IN  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands, 
 Immersing  the  repenting  Jews ; 
 The  Son  of   God  the  rite  demands, 
 Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse : 
 Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave. 
 The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 
 
 Wonder,  ye  heavens  !   your  Maker  lies 
 
 In  deeps  conceaPd  from  human  view ; 
 Ye  saints  behold  him  sink  and  rise, 
 
 A  fit  example  thus  for  you : 
 The  sacred  record,  while  you  read, 
 Calls  you  to  imitate  the  deed. 
 But  lo  !  from  yonder  opening  skies. 
 
 What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread  t 
 Dove-like,  the  Eternal  Spirit   flies. 
 
 And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head ; 
 Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine 
 Around  the  Saviour's  temples  shine. 
 But  hark,  my  soul,  hark  and  adore  I 
 
 What  sounds  are  those  that  roll  aloD^ 
 Not  like  loud  Sinai's  awful  roar, 
 
BAPTISM.  121 
 
 But  soft  and  sweet  as  Gabriers  song  7 
 
 *  This  is  my  well  beloved  Son ; 
 
 *  I  see,  well  pleased,  what  he  hath  done.     • 
 5  Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spoke, 
 
 Who  shakes  creation  witli  a  nod  ; 
 Tliroug-h  parting  skies  the  accents  broke, 
 
 And  bid  us  hear  the  Son  of  God : 
 O,  hear  the  awful  word  to-day, 
 Hear,  all  ye  nations,  and  obey. 
 
 Fawcett.]     175# 
 
 HUMBLE  souls,  who  seek  salvation, 
 Througli  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
 Hear  the  voice  of  revelation. 
 
 Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 
 Flee  to  him  your  only  Saviour, 
 
 In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
 In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour, 
 
 Own  him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 
 Hear  the  blest  Redeemer  call  you, 
 
 Listen  to  his  gracious  voice : 
 Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you. 
 
 While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice. 
 Jesus  says,  *Let  each  beUever 
 
 *  Be  baptised  in  my  name  ;' 
 He  himself,  in  Jordan's  river. 
 
 Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream. 
 Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 
 
 Follow  him  without  delay ; 
 Gladly  his  command  embracing, 
 
 Lol'your  captain  leads  the  way. 
 View  the  rite  with  understanding; 
 
 Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies ; 
 Be  interr'd  at  his  commanding, 
 
 After  his  example  rise. 
 F 
 
122  BAFnSM. 
 
 ITO.     L.  M. 
 
 '  O  teach  the  nations,  and  baptise. 
 
 G' 
 
 Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus   cries; 
 His  glad  apostles  took  the  word, 
 And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord- 
 
 2  Commission'd  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
 We  to  Iris  holy  laver  bring 
 
 These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
 And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 
 
 3  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face; 
 O,  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace ; 
 Refresh  their  souls  w^tli  love  divine ; 
 Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine. 
 
 Itr.     L.  M. 
 
 The    Candidates  :   tkeij  tcere  baptised ^   both   men 
 and  loomen.     Acts  viii.  12. 
 
 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  tilings  for  us  thy  grace  has  done  i 
 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  sv/eet  voice  invites  us  through. 
 
 4  The  Word,  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride, 
 Must  not  invite  and  be  denied; 
 Was  not  the  liord  who  came  to  save, 
 Interr'd  in  such  a  liquid  grave  ? 
 
BAPTISM.  128 
 
 6  '^ms  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  nam^, 
 Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream; 
 Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come, 
 And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 
 
 i 
 
 17S. 
 f^  O,  read  the  third  of  Matthew, 
 ^^  And  read  the  chapter  through? 
 It  is  a  guide  to  Christians, 
 
 To  tell  tiicm  what  to  do. 
 In  those  days  came  John  the  BapUs' 
 
 Into  the  wilderness, 
 A  preaching  of  the  gospel 
 
 Of  Jesus'  righteousness. 
 S  Tlien  came  to  him  the  Pharisees, 
 
 For  to  baptised  be ; 
 But  Jolm  forbade  them,  saying. 
 
 Repentance  bring  with  thee ; 
 Then  I'll  baptise  you  freely, 
 
 When  you  confess  your  sin. 
 And  own  your  Lord  and  Master, 
 
 And  tell  how  vile  you've  been, 
 
 3  When  John  was  preaching  Jesua, 
 
 The  all-atoning   Lamb, 
 He  saw  the  blessed  Saviour, 
 
 And  said,  '  Behold  the  man, 
 Appointed  of  the  Father, 
 
 To  take  away  your  sin. 
 When  you  believe  in  Jesus, 
 
 And  own  him  for  your  king 
 
 4  Then  came  the  blessed  Saviou 
 
 For  to  b:iptiscd  be. 
 And  was  baptis'd  in  Jordan, 
 
 The  Scripture  reads  to  me 
 He  came  ou  •   if  the  water 
 
 The  Spiri    Tr^s  nb^ve, 
 
124  BAPTISM. 
 
 Descends  and  lights  on  Jesus, 
 In  likeness  of  a  dove. 
 
 5  The  heavens  then  were  opened. 
 
 As  you  may  plainly  see; 
 A  witness  to  the  people, 
 
 That  thus  it  ought  to  be. 
 A  voice  from  heaven  proclaimed, 
 
 *  This  is  my  only  Son ; 
 And  I'm  well  pleas'd  with  Jesus, 
 
 In  all  that  he  has  done.' 
 
 6  All  you  who  say  you've  Jesus, 
 
 Come  prove  you  love  the  Lord ; 
 Come  follow  his  example. 
 
 Recorded  in  his  word. 
 Take  up  your  cross  as  freely, 
 
 As  Jesus  did  for  you; 
 I  leave  you  all  to  Jesus, 
 
 And  bid  you  all  adieu. 
 
 179,    CM. 
 
 NOW,  to  this  place  I'm  come  to  iV}f 
 Baptised  for  to  be, 
 In  honour  of  my  heavenly  King, 
 Who  died  on  Calvary. 
 
 2  This  is  the  way  my  Lord  did  go^ 
 
 His  path  will  I  pursue ; 
 His  body  was  interr'd  by  John, 
 A  pattern  saint's  for  you. 
 
 3  His  cross  I'll  take,  the  shame   despise^ 
 
 For  he  did  more  for  me ; 
 He  rais'd  my  soul  from  death  and  ein. 
 And  gain'd  the  victory. 
 
 4  O,  for  thy  spirit's  friendly  aid, 
 
 Whilst  I  pursue  the  rite ; 
 When  from  the  liquid  grave  I  rise. 
 Be  witli  me  day  and  night. 
 
 I 
 
BAPTISM.  125 
 
 5  I  thank  thy  name,  O  Lord  of  hosts. 
 
 For  such  displays  of  grace, 
 That  taught  my  heart  to  love  thy  ways. 
 And  run  the  heavenly  race. 
 
 6  It  is  a  new  and  living  way, 
 
 And  much  delights  my  heart ; 
 United  to  my  bretliren  here ; 
 I  hope  we  ne'er  shall  part. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     1§0.     L.  M. 
 
 Believers  huned  with  Christ  in  Baptism.    Rom 
 vi.  3,  &c. 
 
 DO  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
 That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord  ? 
 Baptis'd  into  his  death,  and  tlien 
 Put  off  tlie  body  of  our  sin. 
 
 2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
 Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death; 
 So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
 And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies, 
 
 3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
 Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
 
 The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
 Shall  have  dominion  now  no  mores 
 
 1§1,     C.  M.     After  Baptism. 
 
 GAZE  on,  spectators,  and  behold 
 This  blest  command  of  God  ; 
 And  wonder  how  you  can  forbear, 
 To  tread  this    path  of  love. 
 S  •  Come  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay,' 
 An  angel  said  of  old  ; 
 We  say  the  same — his  grave  you  majj 
 In  water,  here  behold. 
 9  Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord, 
 As  well  as  iji  the  tomb ; 
 
128  BAPTISX 
 
 And  in  obedience  to  his  word, 
 
 We  imitate   the  Lamb. 
 4  This  ordinance  is  plainly  given; 
 
 'Tis  left  upon  record ; 
 Though  not  to  save,  or  take  to  heaven, 
 
 But  show  we  love  the  Lord. 
 
 1§2.    S.  M. 
 
 CONSTRAIX'D  by  love  we  come 
 Down  to  this  water-side, 
 To  imitate  God's  only  Son, 
 The  Christian's  only  guide. 
 
 2  He  has  commanded  us 
 
 To  be  baptis'd  with  him. 
 And  cheerfully  we  bear  the  cross, 
 Renouncing  every  sin. 
 
 3  Here  then,  we  would  begin 
 
 His  blessed  cross  to  bear ; 
 In  token  of  our  death  to  sin. 
 We  would  be  baptis'd  here. 
 
 4  Here  we  would  show  iiis  death. 
 
 And  resurrection  clear ; 
 Ajid  him  thro'  grace,  while  we  have  breath. 
 We'll  w^orship,  love  and   fear. 
 
 5  Come  all  who  love  his   name, 
 
 What  now  can  hinder  you  ? 
 Here's  water,  you  believe  in  Christ, 
 Then  be  baptised  too. 
 
 6  Sinners,  this  is  the  way, 
 
 Christ  and  the  Apostles  saith. 
 Believe  and  be  baptis'd  to-day, 
 We're  sure  you  will  be  blest 
 
 7  As  servants  here  w^e  sing. 
 
 And  that  for  joy  of  heart; 
 
 We  have  believ'd  and  will  obey; 
 
 O  God  I    thy  grace  impart 
 
BAPTISM. 
 
 vh 
 
 183.    L.  M. 
 
 DOWN  by  the  water-side  we  meet, 
 To  tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod* 
 His  name  to  us  is  ever  sweet. 
 We'll  follow  him,  he  is  our  God. 
 
 2  In  Matthew  third,  there  we  behold, 
 Jolm  did  immerse  the  Son  of  God, 
 Laid  liim  beneatli  the  yielding  wave, 
 An  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 
 
 3  Out  of  tlie  w^ater,  up  he  came, 
 Young  converts  come  and  do  the  same. 
 His  resurrection  here  we  see  : 
 
 Our  death  to  sin, — our  liberty. 
 
 4  Buried  in  baptism  with  our  Lord, 
 To  life  we  rise ; — obey  his  word, 
 
 And  soon  our  mould'ring  dust  sliall  rise 
 Like  him, — and  meet  him  in  the  skies. 
 
 5  '  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptise,' 
 Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus  cries ; 
 Tiiy  precept,  Lord,  we  would  obey, 
 And  follow  thee  without  delay. 
 
 6  Come  precious  souls  that  love  the  Lord, 
 Fulfil  this  rite, — obey  his  word  ; 
 
 With  cheerful  hearts  join  in  his  praise, 
 And  love  and  serve  him  all  your  days. 
 
 184.    L.  M. 
 
 WHATE'ER  to  thee,  our  Lord,  belongs. 
 Is  ahvay  worthy  of  our  songs ; 
 And  all  thy  works,  and  all  thy  ways 
 Demand  our  w^onder  and  our  praise. 
 2  Hosanna  to  our  Saviour  God, 
 
 Who  suffer'd  in  our  room  and  stead  ! 
 He  was  immersM  in  Jordan's  flood, 
 And  tlien  immers'd  in  sweat  and  blood. 
 
128  BAPTISM. 
 
 3  Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay! 
 
 Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 
 How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
 To  sinners  through  the  mystic  flood. 
 
 4  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
 Come  and  obey  his  holy  word; 
 He  died  and  rose  again  for  you; 
 What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do? 
 
 5  We  to  this  place  are  come  to  show 
 What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe ; 
 The  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore. 
 And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 
 
 6  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  dove 
 
 On  these  baptismal  waters  move  ; 
 That  we,  through  energy  divine, 
 May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 
 
 7  All  ye,  that  love  ImmanuePs  name, 
 And  long  to  feel  th*  increasing  flame ;] 
 *Tis  you,  ye  children  of  the  light, 
 The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  invite  ; 
 
 8  Ye,  who  your  native  vileness  mourn. 
 And  to  the  great  Redeemer  tm-n, 
 Who  see  your  wretched  state  by  sin. 
 Ye  blessed  of  the  Lord,  come  in. 
 
 9  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  my  all, 
 Methinks  I  hear  thy  gentle  call; 
 These  are  the  sounds  that  chide  my  stay 
 Arise,  my  love,  and  come  away. 
 
 JO  Amazing  grace,  and  shall  I  still 
 Prove  disobedient  to  thy  will  ? 
 Ah  I  no ;  dear  Lord,  tlie  watery  tomb 
 Belongs  to  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
 
 ♦     Apostles  trod  this  holy  ground ; 
 My  Jesus  in  this  way  was  found; 
 This  is  the  road  believers  go; 
 I  chargM  my  soul  to  tread  it  too* 
 
 k/i\ 
 
BAPTISM.  129 
 
 12  With   lowly  minds  and  lofty  tonnes 
 Be  Christ  the  burden  of  our  songs. 
 Let  all  admire  tlie  Saviour's  grace, 
 Th'  immortal  glory  of  his  face. 
 
 13  To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 If,  when  in  great  affliction  lost. 
 We  humbly  dedicate  our  powers^ 
 Immortal  liappiness  is  ours. 
 
 Daniel.]     1§5.     S.  M. 
 ChrisVs  baptism  an  example  to  tis. 
 
 THE  glorious  Son  of  God 
 To  John  the  Baptist  came, 
 Went  meekly  into  Jordan's  stream. 
 Ana  was  immersed  by  hinv 
 2  Let  each  believer  view 
 
 This  blest  example  given. 
 And  prove  their  Ionc  of  his  commands. 
 And  follow  him  to  heaven. 
 
 Daniel.]     186.    L.  M. 
 Primitive  practice  perpetuated, 
 
 TXT' HAT  lovely  band  is  this  I  see, 
 ^  »      All  singing  in  sweet  harmony ; 
 Uniting  round  the  water-side, 
 And  praising  Jesus  crucified  I 
 
 2  These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
 Here  they  are  come  to  own  his  name ; 
 Their  humble  strains  ascend  the  skies; 
 In  faith  they're  come  to  be  baptiz'd. 
 
 3  This  brings  to  view  the  ancient  days  i 
 
 No  other  mode  was  then  devis'd: 
 When  first  the  gospel  chnrch  was  rais^di 
 Believing  souls  were  then  baptiz*(i 
 F2 
 
130  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 4  Baptiz'd  into  tlie  Saviour's  death, 
 
 Giving  to  Christ,  tlie  Lord,  the  praise. 
 Arising-,  liv'd  the  life  of  faitli 
 By  walking-  in  liis  humble  ways. 
 
 THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     l§r.     L.  M. 
 'mWAS  en  that  dark,  tliat  doleful  night, 
 
 -*-    V/lien  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose, 
 Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight. 
 
 And  friends  bctray'd  him  to  his  foes: 
 
 2  Before  the  mournfol  scene  began, 
 
 He  took  the  bread  and  bless'd  and  brake . 
 What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
 Wliat  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spaVg. 
 
 3  *This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 
 
 *  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;' 
 Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  w*ine, 
 
 *  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood.' 
 
 4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
 He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn ; 
 And  justice  pour'd  upon  his  head, 
 
 Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  stead. 
 
 5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt. 
 To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 
 When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
 He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 
 
 6  *  Do  this,'  he  cried,  '  till  time  shall  end, 
 
 *  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend ; 
 
 *  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
 
 *  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.' 
 
 7  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate. 
 
 We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  namo.. 
 Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
 The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 1 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  131 
 
 Dr.  Watts.:     1§§.     C.  M. 
 
 HOW  condescendinfr,  and  how  kind. 
 Was  God's  eternal  Son  I 
 Our  mis'ry  reach'd  iiis  heavenly  mind. 
 And  pity  brought  him  down. 
 
 2  When  justice,  by  our  sins  provokM, 
 
 Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 
 He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
 Witliout  a  murmuring  word. 
 
 3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 
 
 To  raise  us  to  his  throne ; 
 There  's  ne'er  a  gill  his  hand  bestows. 
 But  cost  bis  heart  a  groan. 
 
 4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 
 
 That  when  tiie  Saviour  knew 
 Tlie  price  of  pardon  was  liis  blood, 
 His  pity  ne'er   withdrew. 
 
 5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 
 
 His  love  is  still  as  great ; 
 
 Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
 
 Nor  lets  his  sahits  forget. 
 
 6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 
 
 As  kind  as  when  he  died, 
 And  see  the  sorrows  of  his  soul 
 Bleed  tJirough  his  wounded  side. 
 
 7  Here  we  received  repeated  seals 
 
 Of  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
 Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
 One  soil  affection  move. 
 
 8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt. 
 
 While  we  his  deatli  record  ; 
 Aiid,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilj 
 Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 
 
133  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 
 
 Dr.  J.  Stennett.J     189.    C.  M. 
 
 T   ORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
 -■-^  The  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
 But  most  of  ail,  admire,  that  I 
 Should  find  a  welcome  place. 
 
 2  I,  that  am  all  defil'd  with  sin, 
 
 A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
 I,  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
 And  trampled  on  his  blood. 
 
 3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  thi^ 
 
 That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 
 My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
 My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 4  *  Eat,  O  my  friends,'  the  Saviour  cried, 
 
 *The  feast  was  made  for  you; 
 •  For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
 'And  rose  and  triumph'd  too.' 
 
 5  Witli  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hetnis 
 
 Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  ; 
 *Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
 What  will  it  be  above  ? 
 
 6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 
 
 Join  all  your  praising  powers ; 
 No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love ; 
 No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
 
 7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lor^ 
 
 I'd  give  them  all  to  thee; 
 Ilad  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  tliey  aB 
 Should  join  the  harmony. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stexnett.]     190.    C.  M. 
 
 My  flesh,  is  meat  indeed.    John  vii.  53->5A 
 
 HERE  at  tliy  table.  Lord,  we  meet. 
 To  feed  on  food  divine; 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  133 
 
 Thy  body  is  tlie  bread  we  eat. 
 Thy  precious  blood,  tlie  wine. 
 
 2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast. 
 
 Himself  comes  down  and  dies ; 
 And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
 Upon  the  sacrifice. 
 
 3  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd, 
 
 Upon  the  shameful  cross, 
 For  us,  his  welcome  guests,  procurM 
 These  heart-reviving  joys. 
 
 4  His  body,  torn  with  rudest  hands. 
 
 Becomes  the  finest  bread ; 
 And  with  the  blessings  he  commands^ 
 Our  noblest  hopes  are  fed. 
 
 5  His  blood,  that  from  each  opening  Tcii^ 
 
 In  purple  torrents  ran. 
 Hath  flll'd  this  cup  with  generous  wiuQ, 
 That  cheers  both  God  and  man. 
 
 6  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  so  divine ! 
 Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me 
 Which  owes  so  much  to  tliine. 
 
 7  Yes,  thou  shalt  surely  have  my  he^rt. 
 
 My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 
 With  life  itself  Til  freely  part, 
 My  Jesus,  at  thy  call. 
 
 L^ 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     191.     S.  M. 
 
 ET  all  our  tongues   be  one. 
 To  praise  our  God  on  high  ; 
 Who  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 
 To  fetch  us  strangers  nigh. 
 0  Nor  let  our  voices  cease 
 
 To  sing  the  Saviour's  name  . 
 .Vawa  th'  Ambassador  of  peace, 
 Uot<  cheerfully  he  came^ 
 
134  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 3  It  cost  him  cries  and  tears, 
 
 To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 
 Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
 To  make  the  payment  good. 
 
 4  My  Saviour's  pierced  side 
 
 Pour'd  out  a  double  flood; 
 By  water  we  are  purified, 
 And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 
 
 5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
 
 But  He,  our  Priest,  atones  ; 
 On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  spilt, 
 And  offer 'd  with  his  groans. 
 
 6  Look  up,  my  soul,  to  him, 
 
 Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 
 And  humbly  view  the  living  stream 
 Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 
 
 7  There,  on  the  accursed  tree, 
 
 In  dying  pangs  he  lies ; 
 Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
 And  all  our  wants  supplies. 
 
 S  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
 By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
 And  when  the  spirit  speaks  the  same. 
 We  feel  the  witness  good. 
 
 9  While  the   eternal  Three, 
 Bear  their  record   above, 
 Here  I  believe  he  died  for  me, 
 And'seal'd  my  Saviour's  love. 
 
 10  Lord,  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin. 
 Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 
 Great  Comforter  !  abide  within, 
 And  witness  to  my  heart 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  135 
 
 Beddome.]     192,    L.  M. 
 
 Jesus  wept — he  died;  see  how  he  loved  us. 
 
 John  xi.  35. 
 
 SO  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears ; 
 What  beauty  e'en  in  grief  appears  ! 
 He  wept,  he  bled,  lie  died  for  you  ; 
 What  more,  ye  saints,  coidd  Jesus  do  ? 
 
 2  Enthroned  above  with  equal  glow, 
 His  warm  affections  downward  flow ; 
 In  our  distress  he  bears   a  part, 
 And  feels  a  sympathetic  smart. 
 
 3  Still,  his  compassions  are  the  same, 
 He  knows  tlie  frailty  of  our  frame ; 
 Our  heaviest  burdens  he  sustains, 
 Shares  in  om-  sorrows,  and  our  pains. 
 
 I 
 
 Steele.]     193.     CM. 
 
 4  ND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 
 -^"^  The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
 Stoop  down  to  vrretchedness  and  dust, 
 That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ? 
 
 2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
 
 His  radiant  throne  on  high; 
 [Surprisincr  mercy  1  love  unknown  I) 
 To   suffer,  bleed  a_nd  die. 
 
 3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 
 
 And  suffer'd  in  his  stead, 
 For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace !) 
 For  man,  the  Saviour  bled  ! 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 
 
 In  thy  atoning  blood  I 
 By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  kell, 
 And  rebels  brought  to  God. 
 
 5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends, 
 
 To  love  so  full,  so  free; 
 
136  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
 Its  sacred  power  to  me  ? 
 
 6  Wliat  glad  return  can  I  impart. 
 For  favours  so  divine  ? 
 O,  take  my  all — this  vi^orthless  heai% 
 And  make  it  only  thine. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     194.     C.  M. 
 Room  at  the  Gospel  Feast.    Luke  xiv.  22. 
 
 THE  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreada» 
 And  dainties  crown  the  board; 
 Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
 Could  such  delight  afford. 
 
 2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
 
 And   endless  life  are  given, 
 Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shc4< 
 To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Ye  hungry  poor  that  long  have  stray  M 
 
 In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
 Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats 
 And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 
 
 4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 
 
 Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 
 And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
 Around  the  board  appear. 
 
 5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large. 
 
 That  millions  more  may  come ; 
 Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
 E'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 
 
 6  All  things  are  ready,  come  away^ 
 
 Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
 Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
 AwJ  bless  the  founder's  name. 
 
TII£  LORD'S  SUPPER  137 
 
 Steele.]     195.    CM. 
 Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
 Awake  the  sacred  song  ; 
 O,  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  I) 
 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  lie  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high. 
 
 Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
 And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
 Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 
 
 Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 
 May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
 '  The  Saviour  died  for  me.' 
 
 5  O,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissfm  theme 
 
 Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
 Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
 And  join  tlie  sacred  song. 
 
 J^ 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     196.     S,  M. 
 
 OommuniGn  with  Christ  and  with  saints.     1  Cor 
 X.  16,  17. 
 
 ESUS  invites  his  saints 
 To  meet  around  his  board ; 
 Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
 Communion  with  their  Lord. 
 2  [For  food  he  gave  his  flesh  ; 
 He  bids  us  drink  his  blood; 
 Amazing  favour,  matchless  grace, 
 Of  our  descending  God  I] 
 
138  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
 
 Maintains  our  fainting-  breath, 
 By  union  with  our  living   Lord, 
 And  int'rest  in  his  death. 
 
 4  Our  heavenly  father  calls 
 
 Christ  and  his  members  one; 
 We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
 And  he,  the  first-born  Son. 
 
 5  We  are  but  several  parts 
 
 Of  the  same  broken  bread ; 
 One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
 But  Jesus  is  the  head. 
 
 6  Let  all  our  povv^ers  be  join'd. 
 
 His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 
 Pleasure   and  love  fill  every  mind. 
 And  every  voice  be  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     197,     L.  M. 
 
 The  memorial  of  our  absent  Lord.     John  xvi.  lOi 
 Luke  xxii.  19  ;  John  xiv.  3. 
 
 JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
 Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  no^ 
 And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
 
 To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought 
 S  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have. 
 Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face ; 
 And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  g-ave 
 These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread. 
 
 With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood; 
 We  on  the  rich  provision  feed. 
 
 And  taste  the  wine  and  bless  the  God* 
 
 4  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot. 
 
 And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 
 
THE  LORDS  SUPPER.  130 
 
 Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought. 
 And  laitli  and  liopc  be  fix'd  on  him. 
 
 5  Wliile  lie  is  absent  from  our  si^ht, 
 
 "Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
 T^iat  we  ma}'  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
 And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 
 
 6  [Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
 
 Whence  our  returning  Lord  sliall  come ; 
 We  wait  tJiy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
 To  fetch  our  longing  spirits  home.] 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     19§.     L.  M. 
 ^rrueifixion  to  the  World,  by  the  cross  of  Christ, 
 Gal.  vi.  14. 
 ^T/'HEX  I  survey  tlie  wondrous  cross, 
 
 '  ^     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
 My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 *  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 
 
 Save  in  the  death  of  Clirist,  my  God ; 
 All  tiie  vain  tilings  that  charm  me  most, 
 I  sacriiice  them  to  his  blood. 
 '  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
 Sorrow  and  love  tiow  mingled  down] 
 Did  e'er  sudi  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
 Or  thorns  compose  so  ricli  a  crowTi? 
 I  [His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
 
 Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
 Then  am  I  dead  to  all  tlie  globe. 
 And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 
 5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
 That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
 Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
 
 Demands  my  soul,  my  hfe,  my  alL 
 
w 
 
 140  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     199.    CM. 
 
 The  agonies  of  Christ, 
 
 row,  let  our  pains   be  all  forgot, 
 
 ■    Our  hearts  no  more  repine ; 
 
 Our  suff 'rings  are  not  worth  ja  thought, 
 
 When,  Lord,  compared  with  thine. 
 
 2  In  liveiy  figures,  here  we  see 
 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 
 
 Each  of  us  hopes  he  died  for  me. 
 
 And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
 
 3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  risOi 
 
 While  sitting  round  his  board ; 
 And  back  to  Calvary  she  flies, 
 To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 
 
 4  His  soul,  what  agonies   it  felt 
 
 WJien  his  own  God  witlidrew ! 
 And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
 Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 
 
 5  But  the  divinity  within. 
 
 Supported  him  to  bear; 
 Dying  he  conquer'd  hell  and  sin. 
 And  made  his  triumph  there.] 
 
 6  Grace,  wisdom,  justice,  join'd,  and  wroug^hl 
 
 The  wonders  of  that  day ; 
 No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  tliought, 
 Can  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 7  Our  hymns  shall  sound  like  those  abov^  { 
 
 Could  we  our  voices  raise ; 
 Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
 And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     200.     C.  M. 
 
 7%e  triumphal  feast  for  Chrisfs  victory  over  ffff" 
 death  and  hell. 
 
 COME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  tught 
 High  OS  our  joys  arise; 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  141 
 
 And  join  the  songs  above  tlie  sky, 
 Where  pleasure  never  dies. 
 
 2  Jesus,  the  God  that  fouorht  and  bled. 
 
 And  conquer'd  when  lie  fell ; 
 That  rose,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
 Dragg'd  all  the  powers  of  hell. 
 
 3  [Jesus,  tlie  God»  invites  us  here. 
 
 To  this  triumphal  feast, 
 And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 
 For  each  redeemed  guest.] 
 
 4  The  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face ! 
 
 How  kind  his  smiles  appear  ! 
 And  O,  what  melting  words  he  says 
 To  every  humble  ear  I 
 
 5  *  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 
 
 It  was  for  you  I  died ; 
 Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
 
 And  look  into  my  side. 
 C  *  These  are  the  womids  for  you  I  bore, 
 
 The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
 When  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 
 
 From  misery  and  chains. 
 7  '  Justice  unsheath'd  its  fiery  sword^ 
 
 And  plung'd  it  in  ni}^  heart; 
 Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
 
 And  most  tormenting  smart. 
 5  *  When  hell  and  all  its  spiteful  pow*r^ 
 
 Stood  dreadfiil  in  my  way. 
 To  rescue  those  dear  lives  of  yours, 
 
 I  gave  my  own  way. 
 '  *  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd  and  die<^ 
 
 I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne ; 
 High  on  the  cross  I  hung,  and  spied 
 
 The  monster  tumbling  do\\Ti. 
 ♦Now  you  must  triumph  at  my  feas^ 
 
 And  taste  my  flesh,  my  blood; 
 
142  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 And  live  eternal  a^es  bless'd, 
 For  'tis  immortal  food.' 
 
 11  [Victorious  God  I  wliat  can  we  pay, 
 
 For  favours   so  divine  ? 
 We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
 To  be  for  ever  thine.] 
 
 12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  highest  praise 
 
 The  tribute  of  our  tongues ; 
 
 But  tliemes  so  infinite  as  these, 
 
 Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     201.     L.  M 
 The  compassion  of  a  dying  Christ. 
 ^^L'R  s})irits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb , 
 ^^  O,  that  oiLr  feeble  lips  could  move. 
 In  strains  immortal  as  his  name, 
 
 xAjid  melting  as  his  dying  love  I  ' 
 
 2  Was  ever  equal  pity  fomid  ? 
 
 The  prince  of  heaven  resigns  his  breadd^ 
 And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  groimd, 
 To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  deatlk 
 
 3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ; 
 
 He  from  tlie  threat'ning  set  us  free, 
 Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  cross, 
 And  naii'd  the  curses  to  the  tree.] 
 
 4  The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now. 
 
 And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more ; 
 From  all  his  wounds  new  blessings  flow, 
 A  sea  of  joy,  without  a  shore. 
 
 5  Here  we  have  wash'd  our  deepest  stains. 
 
 And  Jieal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood 
 Bless'd  foimtain  I    springing  from  tlis  veijli 
 Of  Jesus,  our  incarnate  God. J 
 
 6  In  vam  our  mortal  voices  strive. 
 
 To  speak   compassion  so  divine. 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  143 
 
 Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 
 
 A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine. 
 
 H 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     202.    CM. 
 
 Divine  love  making  a  feast,  and  calling  in  ike 
 guests.     Luke  xiv.  17,  23,  23. 
 
 OW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
 With  Christ  witliin  the  doors, 
 Wliile  everlasting"  love  displays 
 The  choicest  of  her  stores  I 
 
 2  Here  every  bowci  of  our  God, 
 
 With  soft  compassion  rolls  ; 
 Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  witli  blood, 
 Ls  food  for  dying  souls. 
 
 3  [While  all  our  hearts,  and  all   our  songs, 
 
 Join  to  admire  the   feast, 
 Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
 ^  Lord,  why  v/as  I  a  guest  ? 
 
 •   4  'Wliy  v.as  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
 'And  enter  while  there's  room; 
 *  When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
 *  And  rather  starve  than  come  ?'] 
 
 5  *Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 
 
 Tiiat  sweetly  forcM  us  in  ; 
 Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste. 
 And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 
 
 6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  I 
 Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
 
 Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
 And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
 
 7  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 
 That  all  the  chosen    race 
 
 May  with  one  voice,  and  hci^t,  and  SGiil^ 
 Sing  thy  redeeming  grav,c.] 
 
144  INVITATION. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 203.    L.  M. 
 
 SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
 Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord, 
 Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day; 
 All  things  are  ready — come  away. 
 
 2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
 And  kiss  his  late  returning  son ; 
 Ready,  the  loving  Saviour  stands. 
 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands 
 
 3  Ready,  the  spirit  of  his  love, 
 Just  now  the  stony  heart  to  move ; 
 T'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blooa, 
 And  wash  and  seal  you,  sons  of  God. 
 
 4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
 To  triumph  in  your  best  estate, 
 Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  prais 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
 
 5  Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
 To  happiness  in  Christ  restorM ; 
 His  profFerM  benefits  embrace, 
 
 The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 
 
 204.    CM. 
 
 COME,  guilty  souls,  and  flee  away 
 To  Christy  and  heal  your  wounds 
 This  is  the  welcome  gospel-day. 
 Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 
 
 2  God  lovM  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son 
 
 To  drink  the  cup  of  wrath ; 
 And  Jesus  says,  he'll  cast  out  nono 
 That  come  to  him  by  faith. 
 
 3  Although  your  sins  like  mountains  risc^ 
 
 His  blood  shall  cover  allj 
 
INVITATION.  Ho. 
 
 And  blessings  from  the  higher  skies, 
 In  gentle  streams  shall  fall. 
 
 205.    L.  M. 
 
 ^  SINNERS,  fly  to  Jesus'  arms, 
 ^^  Enjoy  his  everlasting  charms, 
 He  calls  you  to  a  heavenly  feast, 
 
 0  come,  poor  starving  souls,  and  taste. 
 
 2  Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest. 
 And  with  tlie  heavenly  Jesus  rest  ? 
 He'll  save  you  from  your  guilt  and  pain 
 And  you  shall  in  fiill  glory  reign. 
 
 3  Make  now  the  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 
 For  Christ  is  waiting  at  the  door ; 
 
 Say  now,  poor  soul,  what  will  you  do  ? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
 
 4  Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name, 
 
 1  know  his  love  is  still  the  same ; 
 Will  you  be  sav'd  from  endless  woe  ? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
 
 5  To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice  ; 
 Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
 Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     206.     C.  M. 
 
 lie  invitation  to  the  Gospel ;  or  spiritual  food  and 
 clothing.     Isa.  Iv.  1,  &c. 
 
 LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
 And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
 The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds, 
 With  an  inviting  voice. 
 d  Ho !  zJl  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
 That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
 G 
 
146  mVITATION. 
 
 And  vainly  strive  vv^ith  earthly  toys 
 To  fill  an  empty  mind. 
 
 3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 
 
 A  soul-reviving  feast, 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
 The  rich  provision  taste. 
 
 4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams^ 
 
 And  pine  away  and  die ; 
 Here  you  may  quencli  your  raging  thirst. 
 With  springs  that  never  dry. 
 
 5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
 
 In  a  ricli  ocean  join  : 
 Salvation  in  abundance    flows, 
 Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
 
 6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
 
 Who  work  with  mighty  pain. 
 
 To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
 
 That  will  not  hide  your  sin. 
 
 7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 
 
 In  robes  prepared  by  God, 
 Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
 And  dyed  in  his  own  blood.] 
 
 8  Dear  God  I  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
 
 Are  everlasting  mines. 
 Deep  as  our  helpless  mis'ries   are. 
 And  boundless  as  our  sins. 
 
 9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
 
 Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
 Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
 And  drive  our  wants  away. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     20T.     CM. 
 
 77*c  promises  of  the  covenant  of  grace,  Isa.  Iv.  1, 2; 
 
 Zech.  xiii.  17  ;  Mic.  vii.  12  ;  Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &o 
 
 IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives, 
 To  gather  empty  wind| 
 
INVITATION.  147 
 
 The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield. 
 Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
 
 2  Come,  and  the  lord  shall  feed  our  souls 
 
 With  more  substantial  meat; 
 With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 
 With  such  as  angels  eat. 
 
 3  Our  God  will  every  want  supply, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace, 
 He  gives  by  covenant  and  by  oath, 
 The  riches  of  his  grace. 
 
 4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  so^ils. 
 
 And  wash  away  our  stains. 
 
 In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
 
 Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 
 
 5  [Our  guilt  shall  vanish  all  away, 
 
 Though  black  as  hell  before  ; 
 Our  sins  shall  sink  beneath  the  sea. 
 And  shall  be  found  no  more. 
 
 6  And  lest  pollution  should  o'erspread, 
 
 Our  inward  powers  again. 
 His  spirit  sliall  bedew  our  souls, 
 Like  pm-ifying  rain.] 
 
 7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,  stubborn  tiling, 
 
 That  terrors  cannot  move  ; 
 That  fears  no  threatening  s  of  his  wrath, 
 Shall  be  dissolv'd  by  love. 
 
 8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away. 
 
 That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
 And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
 Bestow  a  softer  mind. 
 
 9  There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 
 
 And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
 And  every  motion  of  our  souls, 
 To  swift,  obedience  draw. 
 
148  FOR  THE  CONTRITE. 
 
 10  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 
 And  we  shall  render  praise; 
 We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
 And  he  our  God  of  grace. 
 
 FOR  THE  CONTRITE. 
 
 Beddome.]     208.     L.  M. 
 
 The  Prodigal  Son;  oi\  the  repennng  Sinner  ac- 
 cepted,    Luke  XV.  32. 
 rilHE  mighty  God  will  not  despise 
 -*-    The  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice  ; 
 The  deep-fetch'd  sigh,  the  secret  groan. 
 Rises  accepted  to  the  throne. 
 
 2  He  meets,  with  tokens  of  his  grace  ; 
 The  trembling  lip,  the  blushing  face ; 
 His  bowels  yearn  when  sinners  pray, 
 And  mercy  bears  their  sins  away. 
 
 3  When    fill'd   with   grief,   o'erwhelm'd    with 
 
 shame, 
 He,  pitying,  heals  tlieir  broken  frame  ! 
 He  hears  their  sad  complaints,  and  spies 
 His  image  in  their  weeping   eyes.  .  | 
 
 4  Thus,  what  a  rapt'rous  joy  possess'd  1 
 The  tender  parent's  throbbing  breast; 
 
 To  see  his  spendthrift  son  return. 
 And  hear  liim  nis  past  follies  mourn. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     209.     L.  M. 
 
 Chrisfs^  invitation  to  sinners  ;  or  humility  and 
 pride.     Matt.  xi.  28,  30. 
 
 *  ^^OME  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* 
 
FOR  THE  CONTRITE.  149 
 
 *  They  sliall  find  rest,  that  learn  of  me  ; 
 
 I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mmd; 
 But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
 
 And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 
 'Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
 
 My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  Selight ; 
 My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
 
 My  grace  shall   make  the   burden   light' 
 Jesus,  we  come  at   thy  command ; 
 
 AV'ith  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
 Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
 
 To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 
 
 Edmund  Jones.]     210.     C.  M. 
 
 /  icill  go  unto  the  King.     Esther  iv.  18. 
 
 /^O^IE,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
 ^^  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
 Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
 And  make  this  last  resolve. 
 
 2  '  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
 
 Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
 I  know  liis  coiu-ts,  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  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
 
 Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
 Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
 And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
 
 5  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
 
 Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  j 
 But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
 And  perish  only  there. 
 
150  FOR  THE  COM'RITE. 
 
 6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 
 I  am  rcsolv'd  to  try, 
 For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
 I  must  for  ever  die.' 
 
 Br.  Watts.]     211.     L.  M. 
 
 A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 
 ^HOW  pity,  Lord  I    O  Lord,  forgive 
 ^^   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
 Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
 May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 
 8  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
 The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
 Great  God  I    thy  nature  hath  no  bound. 
 So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 
 
 3  O,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean , 
 Here,  on  my  heai-t,  the  burden  lies, 
 And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
 Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace : 
 Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
 I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
 I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
 And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell. 
 
 Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
 
 6  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
 Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
 Would  iiglit  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
 Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
 
 Newton.]     212.    S.  M. 
 
 TYie  pool  of  Bethesda.     John  v.  2 — 4 
 
 BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
 Appointed  for  the  poor, 
 
FOR  THE  CU.NTRITE.  151 
 
 From  year  to  year,  my  helpless  soul 
 Has  wailed  for  a  cure, 
 
 2  How  often  have  I  seen 
 
 The  liealing  waters  move, 
 And  others  roimd  me,  stepping  iit, 
 Their  efficacy  prove  I 
 
 3  But  my  complaints  remain, 
 
 I  feel  tiio  very  same ; 
 As  full  of  g"uilt,  and  fear  and  pain, 
 As  when  at  first  I  came 
 
 4  O,  would  the  Lord  appear. 
 
 My  malady  to  heal ; 
 Pie  knows  how  long  I've  languish'd  here 
 And  what  distress  I  feel. 
 
 5  How  often  have  I  thought, 
 
 Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
 Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought, 
 Is  not  for  such  as  I. 
 
 6  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
 
 There  is  no  other  pool. 
 Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow, 
 To  make  a  sinner  whole. 
 
 7  Here,  then,  from  day  to  da}^ 
 
 I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try ; 
 Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
 Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 
 
 8  No,  he  is  full  of  grace; 
 
 He  never  will  permit 
 A  soul  til  at  fain  would  see  his  face, 
 To  perish  at  his  feet 
 
 213.    L.  M. 
 
 The  grieved  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart, 
 ^TAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay; 
 '^  Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
 
152  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
 Nor  take  thy  everlasting  flight 
 
 2  Tliough  I  have  most  unfaithilil  been. 
 
 Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd; 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved 
 
 3  But  O  I   the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 
 
 In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
 Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
 I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 
 
 4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
 
 E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relie^  e  my  woes ; 
 Into  thy  rest  of  love,  receive 
 
 And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 
 
 5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
 
 And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand; 
 Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 
 
 HYMNS  ON  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     214.     C.  M. 
 Lovest  thou  me? 
 
 DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 
 Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
 And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out. 
 That  dares  to  rival  thee. 
 
 2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
 
 Then  let  me  nothing  love; 
 
 Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy. 
 
 When  Jesus  cannot  move. 
 
 3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
 
 To  my  attentive  ear  ? 
 Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
 My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  158 
 
 4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 
 But  O  I  I  long  to  soar 
 Far  from  this  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
 And  learn  to  love  tliee  more. 
 
 Wesley's  Collection.]     215.     C.  M. 
 
 The  glories  of  Jesus,  and  the  blessings  of  his 
 
 grace. 
 
 OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
 My  dear  Redeemer's  praise ; 
 The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
 The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 
 
 2  My  gracious  blaster  and  my  God, 
 
 Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
 To  spread  tlirough  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 The  honours  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  joy,  and  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin. 
 
 He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 
 His  blood  can  make  tlie  foulest  clean, 
 His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
 
 5  Look  mito  him,  ye  nations,  own 
 
 Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
 Look  and  be  sav'd  through  faith  alone. 
 Be  justified  by  grace. 
 
 Wesley's  Collection.]     216.     S.  M 
 The  anxious  inquiry, 
 
 AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
 To  lay  this  body  dowm  ? 
 And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
 Lito  a  world  unknown— 
 C2 
 
154  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 
 
 Unpierc'd  by  human  thought; 
 
 The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 Where  all  tilings  are  forgot  ? 
 
 3  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
 
 What  will  become  of  me  ? 
 Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
 Must  then  my  portion  be. 
 
 4  Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 
 I  from  my  grave  shall  rise. 
 And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd. 
 And  view  the  flaming  skies. 
 
 5  How  shall  I  leave  the  tomb? 
 
 With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
 A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 
 A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 
 
 6  Shall  angel  bands  convey 
 
 Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
 Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away. 
 To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 
 
 7  Lord,  teach  my  soul  to  shun 
 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
 That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
 I  may  with  joy  appear. 
 
 Newton.]     217.    C.  M. 
 
 BelsJiazzar.    Daniel  v.  5,  6. 
 
 POOR  sinners,  little  do  they  think 
 With  whom  they  have  to  do ; 
 But  stand  securely  on  the  brink 
 
 Of  everlasting  woe. 
 Belshazzar  thus,  profanely  bold, 
 
 The  Lord  of  hosts  defied ; 
 But  vengeance  soon  his  boasts  controll'd. 
 And  humbled  all  his  pride. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  155 
 
 3  He  saw  a  hand  upon  the  wall, 
 
 (And  trembled  on  his  throne,) 
 Which  wrote  his  sudden,  dreadful  fall. 
 In  characters  unknown. 
 
 4  Why  sliould  he  tremble  at  the  view 
 
 Of  what  he  could  not  read  ? 
 Foreboding-  conscience  quickly  knew 
 His  ruin  was  decreed. 
 
 5  See  him  o'erwhelm'd  with  deep   distress; 
 
 His  eyes  with  ang-uish  roll ; 
 His  looks  and  loosen'd  joints  express 
 The  terrors  of  iiis  soul. 
 
 6  His  pomp  and  music,  guests  and  wine, 
 
 No  more  delig-ht  afford ; 
 O  sinner,  ere  this  case  be  thine, 
 Begin  to  seek  the  Lord. 
 
 7  The  law  like  this  hand-writing  stands. 
 
 And  speaks  tlie  wrath  of  God  ;* 
 But  Jesus  answers  its  demands. 
 And  cancels  it  with  blood. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     218.     C.  M. 
 Redemption  by  price  and  power. 
 
 JESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above 
 My  tongue  would  bear  her  part; 
 Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
 And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart, 
 
 2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 
 
 Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
 And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  sword* 
 In  his  own  vital  flood. 
 
 3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 
 
 From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
 
 *  Colossians  ii.  19. 
 
156  HYMNS  ON 
 
 And  sent  the  Lion  down  to  howl 
 Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 
 4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
 And  never-ceasing  praise, 
 While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
 Or  saints  to  feel  his   grace. 
 
 W 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     219.     L.  M. 
 
 Advice  to  youth ;  or,  old  age  and  death  in  an  un 
 converted  state.    Ecc.  xii.  1,  7;  Isa.  Ixv.  20. 
 [OW  in  tlie  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 Remember  your  Creator,  God ; 
 Behold  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 
 W^hen  you  shall  say,  *  My  joys  are  gone,' 
 
 2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
 Laden  with  guilt,  and  heavy  w^oes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  endless  curses  on  his  head  I 
 
 3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 
 The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain. 
 Ascends  to  God  not  there  to  dwell, 
 But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  helL 
 
 4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
 And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove. 
 Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     220.     L.  M. 
 
 Believe  and  be  saved.     John  iii.  16 — 18. 
 
 NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
 Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 
 No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen. 
 No  flammg  sword,  nor  thunder  thero* 
 2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
 
 He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  so  well, 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  157 
 
 He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
 
 Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hclL 
 Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
 
 Trust  in  his  mig-hty  name  and  live ; 
 A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
 
 His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give 
 But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
 
 On  rebels  who  refuse  the  grace , 
 Who  God's  eternal  Son    dcs])ise. 
 
 The  hottest  hell  shall  be  tlieir  place. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     221.     L.  M. 
 
 Salvation  in  the  Cross. 
 
 TTERE,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
 -■"■-I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 
 Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
 
 Jesus  !  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 
 Q  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say, 
 
 With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
 Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  heart  away. 
 
 Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rise. 
 
 3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence. 
 
 Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie  • 
 Resolv'd  (for  that's  my  last  defence) 
 If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 
 
 4  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear : 
 
 Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
 Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here. 
 Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 
 
 5  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 
 
 And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim : 
 Hosanna  to  my  dying  God, 
 
 And  my  best  honours  to  his  name. 
 
I 
 
 158  Hi^xM.\S  ON 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     222.     L.  M. 
 
 Parting  with  carnal  joys. 
 
 SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
 Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  inhid, 
 False  as  the  smooth,  deceittul  sea, 
 Aiid  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 
 
 2  Your  streams  were  floating-  me  along-, 
 
 Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
 And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
 
 Your  streams  had  e'en  convcy'd  me  there, 
 
 3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace. 
 
 That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
 That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
 And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 
 
 4  Now  to  tlie  shining  realms  above 
 
 I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  mine  eyes 
 O,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
 
 To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 
 
 5  There,  from  tlie  bosom  of  my  God, 
 
 Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll , 
 There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode. 
 And  dru^\^l  tlie  sorrows  of  my  souL 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     223.     L.  M. 
 Longing  to  praise  Christ  letter. 
 
 LORD,    when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
 roll 
 O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
 Ajid  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws 
 Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  cross ; 
 2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
 Vanquish'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  ; 
 And  see  the  man  that  groan'd  and  died. 
 Sit  glorious  by  his  father's  side  ; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  150 
 
 3  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above ; 
 
 I'm  wingM  with  faith  and   fired  with  love ; 
 Fain  would  I  reacli  eternal  tiling's, 
 And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabri'i  sings. 
 
 4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complams, 
 For  want  of  their  immortal  strains  ; 
 
 And  in  such  humlle  notes  as  tliese, 
 Must  fall  below   thy  victories. 
 
 5  Well,  the  kind  minute  must  appear, 
 When  we  shall  leave  these  bodies  here. 
 These  clogs  of  clay  ;  etnd  mount  on  high 
 To  join  the  songs  above  the  sky. 
 
 I 
 
 Newtox.]     224. 
 
 The  meal  and  cruse  of  oil.    1  Kings  xvii.  16. 
 
 T>Y  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 
 -■-'  Elijah  was  sustain'd  ; 
 Though  small  the  stock,  it  lasted  well, 
 For  God  the  store  maintain'd. 
 
 2  It  seem'd  as  if,  from  day  to  day, 
 
 They  were  to  eat  and  die  ; 
 But  still,  though  in  a  secret  way. 
 He  sent  a  fresh  supply. 
 
 3  Thus  to  his  poor  he  still  will  give 
 
 Just  for  the  present  hour ; 
 But  for  to-morrow  they  must  live 
 Upon  his  word  and  power. 
 
 4  No  barn  or  store-house  they  possess, 
 
 On  which  they  can  depend ; 
 Yet  have  no  cause  to  fear  distress  ; 
 For  Jesus  is  their  friend. 
 
 5  Then  let  no  doubts  your  mind  assail ; 
 
 Remember,  God  has  said, 
 *The  cruse  and  barrel  shall  not  fail, 
 My  people  shall  be  fed.' 
 
160  HYMNS  ON 
 
 6  And   thus,  though  faint  it  often  seems, 
 
 He  keeps  their  grace  alive  ; 
 Supplied  by  his  refreshing  streams, 
 Their  dying  hopes  revive. 
 
 7  Though  in  ourselves  we  have  no  stock, 
 
 The  Lord  is  nigh  to  save  ; 
 His  door  flies  open  when  we  knock, 
 And  *tis  but  ask  and  have. 
 
 Newton.]     225.  C.  M.   Looking  at  the  Crosw* 
 
 IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
 UnawM  by  shame  or  fear ; 
 Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
 And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 
 
 2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
 
 In  agonies  and  blood, 
 He  fixM  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
 As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
 
 3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath. 
 
 Can  I  forget  that  look; 
 It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
 Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
 
 4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt. 
 
 And  plung'd  me  in  despair ; 
 I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 
 And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 
 
 5  Alas  I    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. 
 f  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
 
 *  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
 This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  peiid ; 
 
 I'll  die,  that  thou  may'st  live.' 
 Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 
 
 In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
 
VARIOUS  SLTBJECTS.  161 
 
 i^Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
 It  seals  my  pardon  too. 
 8  With  pleasing^  grief  arid  mournful  joy, 
 My  spirit  now  is  fill'd, 
 That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
 Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 
 
 Hart.]     226.    L.  M.    Backsliders, 
 "O  ACKSLIDING  souls,  return  to  God ; 
 -*^   Your  faithful  God  is  gracious  still ; 
 Leave  the  false  ways  ye  long  have  trod, 
 
 And  he  will  all  backslidings  heal. 
 2  Your  first  espousals  call  to  mind ; 
 
 'Tis  time  ye  should  be  now  reclaimed ; 
 What  fruit  could  ever  Christians  find. 
 
 In  things  whereof  tliey  are  asham'd? 
 The  indignation  of  the  Lord 
 
 Awhile  endure,  for  'tis  your  due ; 
 But  firm  and  steadfast  stands  his  word ; 
 
 Though  you  are  faitJiless,  he  is  true. 
 
 4  Poor,  famish'd  prodigal,  come  home; 
 
 Thy  father's  house  is  open  yet ; 
 Much  greater  mercy  bids  thee  come, 
 Than  all  thy  sins,  though  these  are  great 
 
 5  The  blood  of  Christ  (a  precious  blood  !) 
 
 Cleanses  from  all  sin,  (doubt  it  not,) 
 And  reconciles  the  soul  to  God, 
 From  every  folly,  every  fault. 
 
 Hart.]     227.     C.  M.    Backsliders. 
 TTkESERTERS,  to  the  camp  return; 
 -^-^  Resume  your  former  post ; 
 Bewail  your  crimes,  your  baseness  mourn, 
 For  yet  ye  are  not  lost. 
 2  Your*s  is  a  sad,  a  dangerous  case  , 
 Be  humble  and  repent; 
 
162  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Mercy  you'll  find,  thoug-h  e'er  so  base, 
 The  moment  you  relent. 
 
 3  Sinners  are  sav'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 
 
 How  vile  soe'er  they  be  ; 
 
 Eternal  life's  the  gift  of  God, 
 
 And  gifts  are  always  free. 
 
 4  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness. 
 
 Which  any  man  has  done ; 
 But  God  has  sent  his  Son  to  bless ; 
 Return  and  kiss  the  Son. 
 
 Hart.]     228.    L.  M.     The  stony  heart. 
 
 OH  I    for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 
 To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away 
 And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
 This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 
 
 2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quako 
 
 The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shak». 
 Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 
 But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine, 
 
 3  To  hear  the  sorrow^s  thou  hast  felt, 
 
 Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
 But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
 
 And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 
 
 4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmov'd  I  hear, 
 
 (Amazing  thought !)  which  devils  fear ; 
 Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine. 
 To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 
 
 5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed. 
 
 And  that  dear  something  much  I  need, 
 Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine. 
 
 And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine 
 
 R 
 
 Hart.]     229.     CM. 
 
 EPENTANCE  is  a  gift,  bestow'd 
 To  save  a  soul  from  death; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  163 
 
 Gospel  repentance  towards  God, 
 Is  always  joinM   to  faith. 
 
 2  Not  for  an  liour,  a  day,  or  week. 
 
 Do  Baints  repentance  own ; 
 But  all  the  time  the  Lord  tliey  seek ; 
 At  sin  they  grieve  and  groan. 
 
 3  Nor  is  it  such  a  dismal  thing-, 
 
 As  'tis  by  some  men  nam'd ; 
 A  sinner  may  repent  and  sing, 
 Rejoice  and  be  asliam'd. 
 
 4  *Tis  not  the  fear  of  hell  alone. 
 
 For  that  may  prove  extreme ; 
 
 Repenting  saints  the  Saviour  own, 
 
 And  grieve  for  grieving  him. 
 
 5  If  penitence  be  quite  left  out, 
 
 Religion  is  but  halt; 
 And  hope,  tliough  e'er  so  clear  of  doubt. 
 Like  otf'rins:  without  salt. 
 
 Hart.]     230.     L.  M.     Good  works. 
 
 IN  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith, 
 When  all  their  works  exhibit  death ; 
 When  they  indulge  some  sinful  view, 
 In  all  they  say,  and  all  they  do. 
 
 2  Tlie  true  believer  fears  the  Lord; 
 Obeys  his  precepts,  keeps  his  word , 
 Commits  his  works  to  God  alone. 
 And  seeks  his  will  before  his  own. 
 
 3  A  barren  tree  that  bears  no  fruit. 
 Brings  no  great  glory  to  its  root ; 
 When  on  the  boughs  rich  fruit  we  see, 
 'Tis  then  we  cry,  *  a  goodly  tree  I' 
 
 4  Never  did  men,  by  faitli  divine, 
 To  selfishness  or  slotli  incline ; 
 
164  HVMNS  ON 
 
 The  Christian  works  with  all  his  poweff 
 And  grieves  that  he  can  work  no  more. 
 
 Hart.]     231.     S.  M.     Good  works. 
 
 "WTAIN  man,  to  boast  forbear 
 
 ^     The  knowledge  in  thy  head ; 
 
 The  sacred  scriptures  this  declare, 
 
 Faith  without  works  is  dead. 
 
 2  When  Christ,  the  Judge,  shall  come 
 
 To  render  each  his  due, 
 He'll  deal  thy  deeds  their  righteous  doom, 
 And  set  thy  works  in  view. 
 
 3  Food  to  the  hungry  give ; 
 
 Give  to  the  thirsty  drink; 
 
 To  follow  Christ  is  to  believe ; 
 
 Dead  faith  is  but  to  think. 
 
 4  The  man  that  loves  the  Lord, 
 
 Will  mind  whate'er  he   bid ; 
 Will  pay  regard  to  all  his  wora 
 And  do  as  Jesus  did. 
 
 5  The  dead  professor  counts 
 
 Good  works  as  legal  ties ; 
 His  faith  to  action  seldom  mounts ; 
 On  doctrine  he  relies. 
 
 6  But  words  engender  strife; 
 
 Behold  the  Gospel  plan ; 
 Trust  in  the  Lord  alone  for  life. 
 And  do  what  good  you  can. 
 
 Hart.]     232.     L.  M.     Hell 
 
 THE  devil  can  self-denial  use, 
 And  that  with  devilish  selfish  views; 
 His  bt;ing  and  his  state  disown. 
 And  teach  that  devil  or  hell  there's  noiwi 
 
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VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  IGp 
 
 2  But  liear  the  word  of  God,  O  man  I 
 'Sinners,  amongst  you  all,  who  can 
 Witli  everlasting-  burning  dwell  ? 
 The  wicked  shall  be  cast  to  hell.* 
 
 3  Hell  is  that  woful,  dreadful  place, 
 Where  Jesus  never  shows  his  face  ; 
 Where  sinners  damn'd,  with  devils  remain, 
 In  hopeless  horrors,  endless  pain  I 
 
 4  God's  wrath  without  liis  mercy  's  there  ; 
 Wratli  witJiout  mercy,  who  can  bear  ? 
 How  hot  the  fire,  how  huge  the  load. 
 Thy  sufferings  show,  thou  Son  of  God. 
 
 5  O  man  I  let  goodness  make  tliee  melt ; 
 Consider  what  the  Lord  has  felt; 
 Repent,  and  to  thy  Saviour  turn. 
 
 Who  burn'd  that  thou  might'st  never  burn. 
 
 I  Newton.]     233.     L.  M.     Christ  crucified, 
 
 WHEN  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see. 
 Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
 Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move ; 
 For  I  am  all  dissolv'd  in  love. 
 2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  thro'  my  heart, 
 In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part ; 
 i.      I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes ; 
 
 But  see  I  he  bows  his  head  and  dies. 
 13  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 ^      Wounded  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood ; 
 Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near ; 
 The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 
 4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 
 I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains : 
 Only  the  Fountain-head  above 
 Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 
 
166  HYMNS  ON 
 
 5  Oh,  that  I  thus  can  always  feel ! 
 Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal ! 
 Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 
 The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 
 
 6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
 Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear; 
 Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound. 
 
 And  Satan  trembles  at  the   sound. 
 
 234.     L.  M. 
 
 Tj^TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ; 
 -*-^  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand. 
 And  careless  view  departing  day. 
 And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 
 
 2  Eternity  !  tremendous  sound  ! 
 
 To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound ; 
 But  oh  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine. 
 How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  I 
 
 3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care. 
 My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer. 
 An  interest  in  tlie  Saviour's  blood, 
 My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God, 
 
 4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain— ' 
 The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  its  pain  I 
 My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove; 
 Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 
 
 5  Search,  Lord,  O  search  my  inmost  heart 
 And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 
 From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free. 
 
 And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee*    . 
 
 c 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     235.    L.  M. 
 
 Desiring  to  love  Christ. 
 
 OME,  let  me  love ;  or  is  my  mind 
 Hardened  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice? 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  16^ 
 
 I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend, 
 
 And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skiea 
 
 2  01  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
 
 And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move  ; 
 That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heavenly  look, 
 Sliould  seek  and  wish  a  mortal's  love  I 
 
 3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire. 
 
 Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
 He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
 
 Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 
 
 4  Infinite  grace  I  Almiglity  charms  ! 
 
 Stand  in  amaze,  O  earth  and  skies  ! 
 Jesus,  the  God,  with  naked  arms, 
 Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies. 
 
 5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
 
 Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
 "Was  ever  rebel  courted  so ; 
 
 With  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 
 
 6  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
 
 Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tort'ring  smart; 
 *  By  these  dear  wounds,'  says  he,  and  stands, 
 And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart 
 
 7  Sure,  I  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
 
 Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move? 
 Then  let  me  melt  tliis  heart  to  tears ; 
 This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watt-;,     236.     CM. 
 
 ^ritual  and  eternal  joy ;  or  the  beatific  sight  of 
 Christ, 
 
 FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rJFa, 
 And  run  eternal  rounds, 
 Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
 And  all  created  bounds. 
 
168  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 
 
 Shall  death  itself  out-brave, 
 Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
 And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns 
 
 In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
 I'll  spend  a  long  eternity, 
 In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 
 
 4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
 
 Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove. 
 And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
 The  glories  of  thy  love. 
 
 5  [Sweet  Jesus  !  every  smile  of  thine 
 
 Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 
 And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
 
 From  all  thy  graces  spring, 
 b  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 
 
 Up  to  thy  blest  abode ; 
 Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God.J 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     237.     C.  M. 
 
 Christ  Jesus ^  the  Lamb  of  God,  worshipped  by  a^ 
 the  creation.     Rev.  v.  11,  13. 
 
 COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
 With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
 But  all  their  joys  arb  one. 
 
 2  '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,'  they  cry,    . 
 
 *  To  be  exalted  thus  ;' 
 
 *  Worthy  the  Lamb,'  our  lips  reply, 
 
 *  For  he  was  slain  for  us.' 
 
 3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 
 Honour  and  power  divine; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  169 
 
 And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
 Be,  Lord,  for  ever  tliine. 
 
 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  nanie 
 Of  liim  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
 And  to  adore  tlie  Lamb. 
 
 238.    L.  M. 
 
 CO!ME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
 Be  thou  om-  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
 O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 
 
 2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  fcU* 
 From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
 Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
 And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  Hve, 
 
 I  3  The  light  of  trutli  to  us  display, 
 
 And  make  us  know  and  choose  the  way 
 Tlant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
 That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart 
 
 |4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  load 
 
 That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God 
 Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 
 Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 
 
 Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
 In  his  enjojnnent  to  be  blest; 
 Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
 Wfaere  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 
 H 
 
170  HYMNS  OiN^ 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     239.     C.  M. 
 
 God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 
 
 MY  God  I  tlie  spring  of  all  my  joys. 
 The  life  of  my  delights^ 
 The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
 Aiid  comfort  of  my  nights  I 
 
 2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 
 
 My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
 He  is  my  sours  sweet  Morning  Star, 
 And  he  my  rising  Sun. 
 
 3  The  opening  heavens  romid  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  liell  and  ghastly  death, 
 
 I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
 The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
 Sliould  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     240.     L.  M. 
 
 A  song  of  prahe  to  God  and  the  Redeemer. 
 
 LET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  song. 
 Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove ; 
 But  the  sweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongu© 
 Is  my  redeemer  and  his  love. 
 2  Behold,  a  God  descends  and  dies. 
 
 To  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell  I 
 
 How  tlie  black  gulf  where  Satan  lies, 
 
 Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  I 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  171 
 
 3  How  justice  fro^vTi'd,  and  vengeance  stoed, 
 
 To  drive  me  down  to  endless  pain  I 
 But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
 And  heavenly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 
 
 4  Infinite  Lover  I  gracious  Lord  I 
 
 To  tiiee  be  endless  honours  given  ; 
 Thy  wondrous  name  shall  be  ador'd, 
 
 Round  the  wide  earth  and  wider  lieaven. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     241.     C.  M. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
 "pLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
 ^      We  wretched  sinners  lay,  . 
 Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
 Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 
 2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
 
 Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
 He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love  I) 
 He  ran  to  our  relief 
 
 3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
 
 With  joyful  haste  he  fled. 
 Enter 'd  the  grave  m  mortal  flesh, 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thix?,^ 
 
 And  broke  our  iron  chains ; 
 Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls 
 From  everlasting  pains. 
 
 5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  lieH 
 
 His  cursed  projects  tries ; 
 We  that  were  doom'd  his  endless  slaves 
 
 Are  rais'd  above  the  skies.] 
 O !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 
 Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
 
 The  Savioiij's  praises  speak- 
 
172  HYMNS  ON 
 
 7  [Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord ' 
 
 Our  souls  are  all  on  flame ; 
 Hosaiina  round  the  spacious  earth, 
 To  thine  adored  name. 
 
 8  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 
 
 Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
 But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
 His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]   242.     S.  M. 
 God  all  and  in  all.    Ps.  Ixxiii.  25. 
 
 MY  God,  my  life,  my  love. 
 To  thee,  to  thee  1  call; 
 I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
 For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  [Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
 
 This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 
 'Tis  Paradise  when  thou  art  here; 
 If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 
 
 3  The  smilings  of  thy  face. 
 
 How  amiable  they  are  ! 
 *Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace 
 And  nowhere  else  but  there. 
 
 4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
 
 The  angels  own  their  bliss ; 
 They  sit  around  tliy  gracious  throne, 
 Ajid  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
 
 Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
 If  God  his  residence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
 
 6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
 
 Can  one  delight  afford; 
 No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
 Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  173 
 
 7  Tliou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
 
 Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
 The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
 And  centre  of  my  soul. 
 
 8  [To  thee  my  spirits  fly, 
 
 Witli  infinite  desire; 
 And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
 Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher.] 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     243.     C.  M. 
 
 God  my  only  happiness.    Ps.  Lsxiii.  25. 
 
 MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
 My  everlasting  all ; 
 I've  none  but  tliee  in  heaven  above. 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 I  [What  empty  things  are  all  tlie  skies. 
 And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
 There  's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
 There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun. 
 
 Scatters  his  ieeble  light ; 
 *Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 
 If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 
 
 4  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed, 
 
 Amongst  the  shades  I  roll. 
 If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
 'Tis  morning  with  my  soul.] 
 
 5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends. 
 
 And  health  and  safe  abode ; 
 Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth. 
 
 If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
 Or  what 's  my  safety  or  my  health, 
 Or  all  my  fi-iends  to  me  ? 
 
174  HYMNS  ON 
 
 7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 
 Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
 8  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  hke  seas, 
 
 And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
 Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face. 
 And  I  desire  no  more. 
 
 Hart.]     244.     C.  M.     Tribulation, 
 
 rjlHE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 
 -*-    Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure ; 
 That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
 They  must  and    shall  endure. 
 
 2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt; 
 
 'Tis  God's  most  wise  decree  ; 
 Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt. 
 Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 
 
 3  The  world  opposes  from  without. 
 
 And  unbelief  within ; 
 We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt 
 And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 
 
 4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 
 
 And  then  how  proud  we  grow  I 
 *Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
 And  do\vn  we  sink  as  low. 
 
 5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares, 
 
 To  catch  the  wandering  heart; 
 And  seldom  do  we  see   the  snares, 
 Before  we  feel  the  smart. 
 
 6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify ; 
 
 Pursue  the  narrow  path ; 
 Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye, 
 And  fight  witli  hell  by  faith. 
 
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VARIOt'S  SUBJECTS.  175 
 
 7  Though  we  arc  feeble,  Christ  is  strong  ; 
 His  promises  are  true; 
 We  shall  be  conquerors  all,  ere  long, 
 And  more  than  conquerors  too. 
 
 Dr.  Watts^  Lyric  Poems.]     245.     L.  M. 
 Lov6  to  Christ,  present  or  absent. 
 
 OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
 Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  tlie  rest; 
 Love,  the  best  blessing   here  beiow, 
 The  nearest  image  of  tlie  blest. 
 
 2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 
 
 There's  not  a  thought  attempts    to  rove 
 Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face. 
 Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  lo^'c. 
 
 3  Wliile  of  thy  absence  we  complain. 
 
 And  long,  or  weep,  in  all  we  do. 
 There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
 And  tears   have  their  own  sweetness  too. 
 
 4  When  round  thy  court  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  Gqd,  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. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     246.     C.  M. 
 
 God  hath  commanded  all  men,  everywhere,  to  repent, 
 
 EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
 Xor  longer  dare  delay ; 
 The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate,  dies. 
 And   meets  a  fiery  day. 
 
 R^ 
 
i76  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
 
 O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men ; 
 His  heralds  are  dispatch'd  abroad, 
 To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 
 
 3  The  summons  reach  through  all  the  earth , 
 
 Let  earth  attend  and  fear  ; 
 
 Listen,  ye  men  of  royal  birth, 
 
 And  let  your  vassals  hear. 
 
 4  Together  m  his  presence  bow. 
 
 And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
 Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 
 Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
 
 5  Bow  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 
 
 And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
 For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound. 
 
 And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 
 ()  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 
 
 And  yet  prolong  cur  days  ! 
 Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
 
 And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
 
 Newton.]     247.     CM. 
 Will  ye  also  go  away  ?    John  vi.  67,  69. 
 
 WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  ways, 
 (Alas  !   what  numbers  do  I) 
 Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
 *Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?* 
 
 2  Ah  !  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 
 
 Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
 I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
 And  prove  like  them  at  last 
 
 3  Yet,  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
 
 To  save  a  wretch  like  me ; 
 To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go. 
 If  I  should  turn  from  tnee  ? 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  177 
 
 4  Beyond  a  doubt,  I  rest  assur'd, 
 
 Tliou  art  the  Christ  of  God, 
 Who  hast  eternal  life  secured, 
 By  promise  and  by  blood. 
 
 5  The  help  of  men  by  angels  join'd. 
 
 Could  never  reach  my  case ; 
 
 Nor  can  I  hope  release  to  find, 
 
 But  in  tliy  boundless  grace. 
 
 6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 
 
 And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
 No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest. 
 And  satisfy  my  heart. 
 
 ,   What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd. 
 If  I  will  also  go  ? 
 Yet  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
 I  humbly  answer,  No. 
 
 248.     CM.     The  Flower. 
 
 LOVE  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows; 
 Its  beauty  never  dies; 
 On  earth,  among  tlie  saints,  it  grows, 
 Ajid  ripens  in  the  skies. 
 
 2  Pure,  glovring  red,  and  spotless  whifc», 
 
 Its  perfect  colours  are ; 
 
 In  Jesus  all  its  sweets  unite. 
 
 And  look  divinely  fair. 
 
 3  The  finest  flower  that  ever  blow'd^ 
 
 Open'd  on  Calv'ry's  tree. 
 When  Jesus'  blood  in  rivers  flow'd, 
 For  love  of  worthless  me. 
 
 i  Its  deepest  hue,  its  richest  smeU, 
 No  mortal  sense  can  bear ; 
 Nor  can  the  tongue  of  angels  tell 
 How  bright  the  colours  are. 
 H  2 
 
!7S  HYMNS  ON 
 
 5  Earth  could  not  hold  so  rich  a  flower, 
 
 Nor  half  its  beauties  show  ; 
 Nor  could  the  world  and  Satan's  power, 
 Confine  its  sweets  below. 
 
 6  On  Canaan's  banks,  supremely  fair, 
 
 This  flower  of  wonders  blooms, 
 Transplanted  to  its  native  air, 
 And  all  the  shores  perfumes. 
 
 7  But  not  to  Canaan's  shores  confm'd, 
 
 The  seeds  from  which  it  blow, 
 
 Take  root  witliin  the  human  mind, 
 
 And  scent  the  Church  below. 
 
 8  And  soon  on  yonder  banks  above. 
 
 Shall  every  blossom  here, 
 Appear,  a  full,  ripe  flower  of  love, 
 Like  Him,  transplanted  there. 
 
 249.    L.  M. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
 Thou  hast  redeem'd  me  with  thy  bloofj 
 By  ties  both  natural  and  divine, 
 I  am  and  ever  will  be  thine. 
 
 2  But  ah  I  should  my  inconstant  heart. 
 Ere  I'm  aware,  from  thee  depart. 
 What  dire  reproach  would  fall  on  me, 
 For  such  ingratitude  to  thee! 
 
 3  The  thought  I  dread,  the  crime  I  hat«. 
 The  guilt,  the  shame  I  deprecate; 
 And  yet,  so  mighty  are  my  foes, 
 
 I  dare  not  trust  my  warmest  vows. 
 
 4  Pity  my  frailty,  dearest  Lord  ; 
 Grace  in  the  needful  hour  aflford ; 
 O,  steel  this  tim'rous  heart  of  mine^ 
 With  fortitude  and  love  divine. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJEC'l'b.  17\> 
 
 5  So  shall  I  triumph  o'er  my  fears, 
 And  gather  joys  from  all  my  tears  ; 
 So  shall  I  to  the  world  proclaim, 
 The  honours  of  the  Christian  name. 
 
 CowPER.]     250.     C.  M. 
 Light  shining  out  of  darkness. 
 
 GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
 His  wonders  to  perform ; 
 He  plants  his  footsteps  on  the  sea. 
 And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
 
 2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
 
 Of  never-failing  skill, 
 He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
 And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 
 
 3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take. 
 
 The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
 Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
 In  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
 
 But  trust  him  for  his  grace : 
 Behind  a  frowning  Providence, 
 He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
 
 5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 
 
 Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
 The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
 But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
 
 251.     L.  M.     Rising  to  God. 
 jV'OW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublim% 
 -^^    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
 Draw  back  the  parting  veil  and  see 
 The  glories  of  eternity. 
 Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth. 
 Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
 
180  HYMNS  on 
 
 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  Gf^? 
 For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
 And  dying  is  but  going  home. 
 
 4  Welcome  sweet  hour  of  full  discliarge, 
 That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
 Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
 And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwelL 
 
 5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
 Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy M  above  ; 
 And  the  sweet  expectation  now. 
 
 Is  the  yomig  dawn  of  heaven  below. 
 
 Watts.]     252.    CM. 
 
 Christ^s  Commission. 
 
 COME,  happy  souls,  approach   your  Goo 
 With  new  melodious  songs; 
 Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
 The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
 
 2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 
 
 That  pitied  dying  men, 
 The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
 To  give  them  life  again. 
 
 3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 
 
 With  a  revenging  rod, 
 No  hard  commission  to  perform 
 The  vengeance  of  a  God. 
 
 4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
 
 And  wrath  forsook  the  throne. 
 When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
 And  brought  salvation  down. 
 
 5  Here  sinners  you  may  heal  your  wcnindS; 
 
 And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  181 
 
 Trust  in  the  miglity  Saviour's  name, 
 And  you  shall  never  die. 
 6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
 Accept  thine  olfer'd  grace ; 
 We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
 And  give  the  Father  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     253.     L.  M. 
 
 The  almost  Christian. 
 
 BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
 And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
 But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path ; 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
 
 2  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross, 
 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
 Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
 If  she  would  gain  the  heavenly  land. 
 
 3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints. 
 
 And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
 Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint. 
 
 And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain. 
 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
 Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  obtain, 
 Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
 
 254.     S.  M.     Christian  Vnioru 
 
 BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
 Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  I 
 The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
 
 Is  like  to  that  above. 
 Before  our  Father's  throne 
 
 We  pour  our  ardent  prayers : 
 Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  raw. 
 Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
 
182  HYMNS  OiN 
 
 3  We  share  our  mutual  woes ; 
 
 Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
 And  oflen  for  each  other  flows 
 The  sympathizing"  tear 
 
 4  When  we  asunder  part, 
 
 It  gives  us  inward  pain : 
 But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  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,  w^e  shall  be  free ; 
 And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reigr 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 255.     L.  M.     The  good  old  icay. 
 TNQUmiXG  souls  who  long  to  find 
 -■-  Pardon  of  sin  and  peace  of  mind, 
 Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
 Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way 
 
 2  The  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
 Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God : 
 
 O  may  you  then  no  longer  stray, 
 But  walk  in  Christ  the  good  old  way. 
 
 3  The  prophets  and  apostles  too 
 Pursu'd  this  path  while  here  below  : 
 Then  let  not  fear  your  soul  dismay, 
 But  come  to  Christ  the  good  old  way 
 
 4  With  cautious  zeal  and  holy  care^ 
 In  this  dear  way  I'll  persevere. 
 Nor  doubt  to  meet,   another  day, 
 Where  Jesus  is,  the  good  old  way. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  183 
 
 256.    L.M. 
 
 WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
 Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing ; 
 Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
 Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above, 
 
 ^  Witli  admiration  they  behold 
 
 The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told : 
 Tliey  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
 And  think  tlie  battle  is  all  o'er. 
 
 3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pain, 
 And  think  their  enemies  are  slain; 
 They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well. 
 And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 
 
 4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
 And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring — 
 Ring  with  melodious,  joyflil  somid. 
 Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 
 
 5  But  'tis  not  long  before  tlicy  feel 
 Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 
 
 TJicy  think  their  former  hopes  are  vam. 
 They're  lill'd  witli  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 
 
 6  O  foolish  child,  why  didst  thou  boast 
 In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast? 
 Why  didst  thou  think  to  fly  away 
 Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay  ? 
 
 ^  Come  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field. 
 Come  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield. 
 Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
 And  soon  the  victory  you  shall  win. 
 
 6  When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
 Then  bravely  meet  him  with  these  lines 
 Jesus  our  Lord  hath  took  the  Jield^ 
 4n/f  •r(*V/»  d f>l prtnin' d  not  t9  yield. 
 
D^ 
 
 184     HYMNS  ON  VARIOUS  SUBJECXa 
 
 257.    S.  M. 
 
 Suhmission  under  affliction, 
 |OST  thou  my  profit  seek, 
 And  chasten  as  a  friend  ? 
 O  God,  I'll  kiss  the  smarting  rod, 
 
 There  *s  honey  at  the  end. 
 Dost  thou,  through  death's  dark  vale. 
 
 Conduct  to  heaven  at   last? 
 The  fiiture  good  will  make  amends, 
 
 For  all  the  evils  past. 
 Lord,  I  would  not  repine 
 
 At  strokes  in  mercy  sent; 
 If  the  chastisement  come  in  love, 
 My  heart  shall  be  content. 
 
 25§.    CM. 
 
 God  is  love. 
 
 COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lor(3^ 
 And  lift  your  souls  above ; 
 Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
 To  sing  that  God  is  love. 
 
 2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares. 
 
 And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
 Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears 
 To  show  that  God  is  love. 
 
 3  Sinai  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
 
 Thunders  his  dreadfiil  name ; 
 But  Sion  sings,  in  melting  notes. 
 The  honours  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 4  In  all  his  doctrines  and   commands. 
 
 His  councils  and  designs. 
 In  every  work  his  hands  have  framed. 
 His  love  supremely  shines. 
 
 5  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 
 
 Through  earth,  and  heaven  above, 
 
PSALMODY.  185 
 
 The  joyfiil  and  transporting^  news, 
 That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love 
 
 Wesley.]     259.    L.  M.    Old  age. 
 
 IN  ag-e  and  feebleness  extreme, 
 Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem  ? 
 Tis  only  Jesus,  by  his  blood, 
 Can  raise  a  sinking  soul  to  God. 
 2  Jesus,  my  only  hoj>e  thou  art ; 
 
 Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart ; 
 O,  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  thee, 
 And  drop  into  eternity  I 
 
 PSALMODY. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     260.     CM. 
 
 7%c  Messiah^s  corning  and  kingdom. 
 
 Tune — Rochester. 
 
 JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  I 
 Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
 ^Ind  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
 
 2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  I 
 
 Let  men  their  songs  employ  I 
 While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains. 
 Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
 
 3  No  more  let  sms  and  sorrows  grow. 
 
 Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
 He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow. 
 Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
 
 4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
 And  wonders  of  his  love. 
 
188  PSALMODY. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     261.     S.  M. 
 
 Dangerous  prosperity;  or^  daily  devotion  d 
 
 ncoum 
 
 Tune — Flor  ida. 
 *r   ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
 -^-^  And  choose  the  road  of  deatli; 
 But  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 
 I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 
 
 2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne. 
 
 When  morning-  brings  the  light ; 
 I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
 And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
 
 3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
 
 O  my  eternal  God  ! 
 While  sinners  flourish  in  surprise. 
 Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
 
 4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
 
 And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
 They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
 Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will, 
 
 5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
 
 Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
 I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
 And  rest  upon  his  word. 
 
 6  His  arm  sliall  well  sustain 
 
 The  children  of  his  love  ; 
 The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
 No  earthly  power  can  move. 
 
 T 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]   262.  C.  M. 
 The  vanity  of  man^  as  mortal. 
 
 Tune — SuFFiELD. 
 EACH  me  the   measure  of  my  days, 
 Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ,* 
 
PSALMODY.  187 
 
 I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
 And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
 
 2  A  span  is  all  tliat  we  can  boast, 
 
 AJi  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust. 
 In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
 
 3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 
 
 Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
 They  raore  and  strive,  desire  and  love. 
 But  elII  tlieir  noise  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honour's  g^audy  show  ; 
 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 
 They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  wha 
 And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
 
 5  What  sliould  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then, 
 
 From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
 Tliey  make  our  expectations  vain. 
 And  disappomt  our  trust. 
 
 6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope^ 
 
 My  fond  desires  recall ; 
 I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
 And  make  my  God  my  all. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.:     263.     S.  AI. 
 
 Christ's  cofninission.     John  iii.  16,  17. 
 
 Tune — Ninety-Third. 
 
 RAISE  your  triumphant  songs. 
 To  an  immortal  time  ; 
 Let  the  wide  eartli  resoimd  the  deeds 
 Celestial  grace  hath  done. 
 
 2  Sing,  how  eternal  Love 
 
 Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
 And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
 From  their  abyss  of  woes. 
 
 3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
 
 Nor  terror  cloUies  his  brow  ; 
 
188  PSALMODY. 
 
 No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
 
 To  fiercer  flames  below.  i 
 
 4  Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne,  ' 
 
 And  wrath  stood  silent  by  ; 
 When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  dow% 
 To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears ; 
 
 Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
 
 Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love. 
 
 And  take  the  offer 'd  peace. 
 
 6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
 
 We  lay  an  humble  claim 
 To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
 And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 
 
 Dr.  Watps.]     264.    C.  M. 
 
 The  pilgrimage  of  the  Saints ;  or,  Earth  and  Heavti 
 
 Tune — Tribulation. 
 
 LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this. 
 That  yields  us  no  supply ; 
 No  cheering-  fruits  no  wholesome  trees, 
 Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ? 
 
 2  But  pricking  thorns,  thro'  all  the  ground, 
 
 And  mortal  poisons  grow  ; 
 And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found. 
 With  dangerous  waters  flow. 
 
 3  Yet,  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
 
 Lies  through  this  horrid  land ; 
 Lord,  we  would  keep  tlie  heavenly  road, 
 And  run  at  thy  command. 
 
 4  [Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  tlirough,   , 
 
 With  undiverted  feet; 
 
PSALMODY.  ISO 
 
 And  faith  and  flaming"  zeal  subdue 
 The  terrors  that  we  meet. 
 
 5  A  tliousand  savage  beasts  of  prey, 
 
 Around  the  forest  roam; 
 But  Judali's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
 And  guides  the  strangers,  home. 
 
 6  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below. 
 
 With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
 But  the  biught  world  to  which  we  go, 
 Is  everlasting  day. 
 
 7  By  gUrani'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
 
 We  trace  the  sacred  road; 
 Thro'  dismal  deeps  and  dang'rous  snares 
 We  make  our  way  to  God.] 
 
 8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze ; 
 
 But  we  march  upward  still ; 
 Forget  these  troubles  o^  iht,  Ta.ys, 
 And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
 
 9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates. 
 
 Inviting  us  to  come  I 
 There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits, 
 To  welcome  trav'llers  home.] 
 
 0  There,  on  a  green  and  fiow'ry  mount 
 
 Our  weary  souls  shall   sit. 
 And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
 The  labours  of  our  feet 
 
 1  No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue, 
 
 Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
 Infinite  grace  shall  fill  our  song. 
 And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 
 
 8  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
 
 That  brought  us  safely  through ; 
 Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  ang 
 And  endless  praise  renew. 
 
190  PSALMODY. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     265.     L.  M. 
 
 Tfie  enjoyment  of  Christ;  or^  delight  in  worsk 
 
 Tmie — ^  Vernon. 
 
 r   ORD,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
 -*-^  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face^ 
 And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame ! 
 Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  I 
 
 2  When  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine ; 
 When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
 I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 
 
 3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
 Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
 Here  we  could  sit,  and  gaze  away 
 
 A  long  and  everlasting  day. 
 Well,  we  shall   quickly  pass  the  night. 
 To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 
 Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
 O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 
 
 5  There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss. 
 And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees  ; 
 Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 
 
 A  drop  of  heaven  on  worms  below. 
 
 6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
 While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land; 
 And  in  thy  temple   let  us  see 
 
 A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee. 
 
 Robinson.]     266.     P.  M. 
 Tune — Olney. 
 
 COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
 Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  " 
 Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
 Call  for  songs  of  loudsst  praise. 
 
PSALMODY,  191 
 
 TeacJi  me  some  melodious  somiet, 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
 
 Praise  the  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it, 
 Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
 
 2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 
 
 Hither  by  thy  grace  I*ve  come  : 
 And  I  hope,  by  tJiy  good  pleasure, 
 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
 He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
 
 Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 
 
 3  O  I  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor. 
 
 Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  I 
 Let  that  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
 
 Bind  my  wand'ring  lieart  to  thee. 
 Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
 
 Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love  ; 
 Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it, 
 
 Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 
 
 Watts.]     267.     P.  M.     God  our  Preserver 
 
 Tune — Delight. 
 
 UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes; 
 From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
 The  God  that  built  the  skies. 
 And  earth  and  nature  made 
 God  is  the  tower 
 To  which  I  fly; 
 His  grace  is  nigh 
 
 In  every  hour.  ^ 
 
 !  My  feet  shall  never  sUde, 
 And  fall  in  fatal  snares. 
 Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
 Defends  me  from  my  fears 
 
192  PSALMODY. 
 
 Those  wakeful  eyes, 
 That  never  sleep, 
 Shall  Israel  keep, 
 When  dangers  rise, 
 
 3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
 
 Nor  blasts  of  evening  air 
 Shall  take  my  health  away, 
 
 If  God  be  with  me  there. 
 Thou  art  my  sun, 
 And  thou  my  shade, 
 To  guard  my  head 
 By  night  or  noon. 
 
 4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word. 
 
 To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
 And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
 To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
 I'll  go  and  come, 
 Nor  fear  to  die. 
 Till  from  on  high 
 Thou  call  me  home 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     268,     L.  M. 
 
 Chrisfs  presence  makes  death  easy. 
 
 Tune — All  Saints. 
 
 WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die? 
 What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  * 
 Deatii  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy. 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  Miter  there. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 
 
 Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
 Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  O,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
 
 My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste^ 
 Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
 Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 
 
PSALMODY.  193 
 
 4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying*  bed 
 
 Feel  soft  as  dowTiy  pillows  are, 
 While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
 And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     269.     S.  M. 
 Triumph  over  deaths  in  hope  of  the  resurrection 
 
 Tune — Aylesbury. 
 
 AND  must  this  body  die  ? 
 This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
 And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mouldering  in  tlie  clay  ? 
 
 S  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
 Shall  but  refme  this  flesh, 
 Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afresh. 
 
 3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
 
 And  often  from  the  skies 
 Looks  dowTi  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
 Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 
 
 4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 
 
 Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
 And  every  shape,  and  every  face. 
 Look  heavenly  and  divine. 
 
 5  These  lively  hopes,  we  owe 
 
 To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
 We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
 And  sing  his  power  above. 
 
 6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
 
 Of  these  our  humble  songs. 
 Till  times  of  nobler  sounds  we  raiae^ 
 With  our  immortal  tongues, 
 
 I 
 
194  PSALMODY. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2 TO.     S.  M. 
 
 Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
 
 Tune — America. 
 
 ^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
 
 And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
 
 Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
 
 C^ 
 
 And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
 
 2  Tlie  sorrows  of  the  mind 
 
 Be  banish'd  from  this  place  ; 
 Religion  never  was  design'd 
 To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
 
 3  Let  tliose  refuse  to  sing, 
 
 Tliat  never  knew  our  God ; 
 But  fav'rites  of  the  heaveiily  King 
 May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 4  [The  God  tliat  rules  on  high, 
 
 And  thunders  when  he  please ; 
 That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
 And  manages  the  seas.] 
 
 5  This  awful  God  is  ours; 
 
 Our  Father,  and  oiu-  Love; 
 He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 
 To  carry  us  above. 
 
 6  There  shall  we  see  his  face. 
 
 And  never,  never  sin ; 
 There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
 Drink  endless   pleasures  in. 
 
 7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
 
 To  that  immortal  state, 
 The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
 Should  constant  joys  create, 
 
 8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 
 Glory  begun  below ; 
 Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground. 
 From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 
 
PSALMODY.  laD 
 
 9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
 
 A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
 Before  we  reach  the  lieavenly  fields, 
 Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
 
 10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
 And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
 We're  marching  thro'  ImmanuePs  ground. 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  hisfh. 
 
 271.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — Heavenly  Traveller. 
 
 CO]\IE,  all  ye  weary  travellers, 
 Come,  let  us  join  and  sing 
 The  everlasting  praise 
 
 Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  King. 
 We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 
 
 And  tiresome,  'tis  true ; 
 But  see  how  many  dangers 
 
 The  Lord  hath  brought  us  through. 
 
 At  first  when  Jesus  found  us. 
 
 He  call'd  us  unto  him, 
 And  pointed  out  the  danger 
 
 Of  falling  into  sin  ; 
 The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan, 
 
 To  us  would  prove  a  snare. 
 Unless  we  would  reject  them. 
 
 By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 
 
 But  why  our  disobedience. 
 
 With  sorrow  we   confess. 
 We  have  had  long  to  wander 
 
 In  a  dark  wilderness, 
 Where  we  might  all  have  fainteclf 
 
 In  that  enchanted  ground. 
 But  now  and  then  a  cluster 
 
 Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 
 
196  PSALMODY. 
 
 4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 
 
 Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
 Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 
 
 And  strength  and  love  increase 
 To  confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 
 
 And  run  at  his  command. 
 And  hasten  on  our  journey 
 
 Unto  the  promis'd  land. 
 
 6  In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 
 
 We're  made  for  to   rejoice ; 
 And  Jesus  and  his  people 
 
 For  ever  are  our  choice. 
 In  peace  and   consolation 
 
 We  now  are  going  on. 
 The  narrow  way  to  Canaan, 
 
 Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 
 
 6  Sinner,  why  stand  you  idle, 
 
 As  we  do  march  along  ? 
 Hath  conscience  never  told  yon. 
 
 That  you  are  going  wrong, 
 Dowm  the  broad  road  to  ruin, 
 
 To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 
 Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning. 
 
 And  come  and  go  with   us. 
 
 7  But,  if  you  will  refuse  it, 
 
 We  must  bid  you  farewell : 
 We're  on  the  way  to  Canaan, 
 
 And  you  the  road  to  hell. 
 We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you. 
 
 And  rather  you  would  go; 
 Come,  try  a  bleeding  Sa'^lour, 
 
 And  see  the  waters  flow. 
 
 8  O  sinners,  be  awakenM 
 
 To  see  your  wretched  state 
 Repent  and  be  converted, 
 Before  it  be  too  late. 
 
PSALMODY.  197 
 
 Turn  to  the  Lord  by  prayingf, 
 
 And  daily  searcli  his  word; 
 And  never  rest  contented, 
 
 Until  you  find  tlie  Lord. 
 Now,  to  the  King  immortal 
 
 Be  everlasting  praise  ; 
 And  in  his  holy  service 
 
 We  long  to  spend  our  days, 
 Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 
 
 The  celestial  world  above. 
 There,  in  eternal  raptures, 
 
 To  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 272.    L.  M. 
 
 T  LONG  to  see  the  season  come 
 •*-  When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  hom^ 
 To  taste  tlie  sweets  of  Jesus'  love, 
 And  seek  tlie  joys  tliat  are  above. 
 S  Hark  !  how  the  glorious  Gospel  sounds. 
 Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 
 Behold,  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands* 
 
 3  Attend,  poor  sinners,  to  his  word ; 
 Kiss  him,  yea,  own  him  as  your  Lord ; 
 He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
 
 And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God, 
 
 4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
 To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe ; 
 
 In  worlds  of  light,  with  Christ  to  dweD, 
 Or  sink  beneath  his  fro\\Tis,  to  hell. 
 
 5  Come,  then,  dear  sinners,  counsel  take. 
 And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 
 
 The  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind  * 
 In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 
 
 6  Take  your  companion  by  the  hand. 
 And  all  your  children  in  a  band. 
 
198  PSALMODY. 
 
 And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call 
 To  pardon,  bless  and  save  them  all. 
 
 7  Thus,  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  com» 
 And  he  collect  his  children  home. 
 On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  stand. 
 And  join  the  bright  angelic   band. 
 
 6  O,  what  a  glorious  company  ! 
 May  I  be  there,  that  sight  to  see, 
 And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
 All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 
 
 2T3.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — Solemn  Sound. 
 
 B^^ROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise 
 
 -■-     That  hatred  is  conquerM  by  love  ? 
 
 It  fastened  our  souls  in  such  ties. 
 
 As  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 
 
 2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found. 
 
 Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 
 It  grovv^s  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  bright  mansions  above. 
 
 4  O,  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part. 
 
 Since  there  we  sliall  all  meet  again  7 
 Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  Iieart, 
 At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 
 
 5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day 
 
 And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
 There,  free  from  these  bodies  of  clay, 
 
 We'll  dwell  with  Christ  Jesus  above. 
 With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign. 
 
 And  all  his  bright  glories  we'll  see; 
 
PSALMODY.  199 
 
 There  sing  hallelujah,  amen; 
 Anien,  even  so  let  it  be. 
 
 274.     C.  M.     The  Mariner's  Psalm, 
 Tune — OcKAN. 
 
 THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 
 That  rules  the  boist'rous  sea. 
 The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
 Who  tempt  the  dang'rous  way. 
 
 2  At  thy  command  the   winds  arise, 
 
 And  swell  the  towering  waves; 
 The  men  astonish'd  moimt  the  skies, 
 And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 
 
 3  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land 
 
 Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
 That  waves  are  under  his  command. 
 And  ail   the  winds  that  blow. 
 
 4  O,  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 
 
 The  goodness  of  the  Lord ; 
 And  those  who  see  thy  wondrous  ways 
 Thy  wondrous  love  record. 
 
 275,     P.  M.     ChrisVs  ascension. 
 Tune — MiDDLETOwx. 
 
 TXAIL  the  day  that  saw  liim  rise, 
 -■"*■  Ravish'd  from  our  wistful  eyes  I 
 Christ,  a  while  to  mortals  given, 
 Reascends  his  native  heaven. 
 There  the  pom|>ous  triumph  wait*?, 
 *  Lift  your  heads,  ye  crystal  gates ; 
 Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
 Take  the  King  of  glory  in.' 
 S  Him  who  highest  heaven  receives, 
 Still  he  loves  the  world  he  leaves; 
 
aOO  PSALMODY. 
 
 Though  returning  to  his  throne. 
 Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own ; 
 Still  for  us  he  intercedes  ; 
 Prevalent,  his  death  he  pleads; 
 Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
 Harbinger  of  human  race. 
 
 3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
 Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
 See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
 Ever  gazing  upon  thee ; 
 
 Grant,  though  parted  from  oior  sight, 
 Far  above  yon  azure  height, 
 Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise. 
 And  follow  thee  beyond  the  skies. 
 
 4  Ever  upward  let  us  move. 
 Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
 Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
 Longing,  grasping  after  home. 
 There  we  shall  with  thee  remain. 
 Partners  of  thy  endless  reign  ; 
 There  thy  face  unclouded  see; 
 Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     276.     L.  M. 
 
 Glory  and  grace  in  the  person  of  ChrisU 
 
 Tune WlLUAMSTOWN. 
 
 NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song; 
 Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue; 
 Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  Name, 
 And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim, 
 
 2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
 The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  I 
 God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
 
 Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdoneu 
 
 3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood. 
 Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God; 
 
PSALMODY.  201 
 
 And  thy  rich  glories,  from  afar, 
 SparJvIe  in  every  rolling-  star ; 
 
 4  But  in  liis  looks  a  glory  stands, 
 The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands ; 
 The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes, 
 Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 
 
 5  Grace  I  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme. 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name; 
 Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
 
 Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
 
 6  O,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place, 
 Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ; 
 Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
 And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 
 
 W 
 
 2rr.   c.  M 
 
 Tune — Sherburn. 
 
 HILE  shepherds  watch'd  tlieir  flock 
 by  night, 
 All  seated  on  the  ground. 
 The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
 And  glory  shone  around. 
 
 *  Fear  not,'  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
 
 Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
 
 *  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
 
 To  you  and  all  mankind. 
 *To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  da3r 
 
 Is  born,  of  David's  line. 
 The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
 
 And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
 'The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  findi 
 
 To  human  view  display'd. 
 All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands^ 
 
 And  in  a  manger  laid.' 
 12 
 
202  PSALMODY. 
 
 5  Thus  spake   the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
 
 AppearM  a  shining  throng 
 Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
 Addressed  their  joyful  song: 
 
 6  *A11  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
 
 And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
 Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
 Begin  and  never  cease.' 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2T8.    CM. 
 The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day, 
 Tune — Montgomery. 
 Xj^ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
 -■-^  I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
 My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
 Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
 
 2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 
 
 Beneath  a  burning  sky. 
 Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
 And  they  must  drink  or  die. 
 
 3  IVe  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* 
 
PSALMODY.  208 
 
 UnuB  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     279.    P.M. 
 
 Praise  to  God^  for  his  goodness  and  truth. 
 
 Tune — Livonia. 
 T'LL  praise  my  maker  with  my  breath, 
 -■-  And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
 Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
 My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
 While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 
 2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
 Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust; 
 
 Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and   blood ; 
 Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  power, 
 And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 
 
 Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 
 
 3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
 On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky. 
 
 And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
 His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
 He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  peor. 
 
 And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
 
 4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
 The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 
 
 He  sends  the  labouring  conscience  peac« ; 
 He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 
 
 And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
 
 5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well. 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
 
 Thy  God,  O  Zion  I  ever  reigns ; 
 Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age. 
 In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 
 
 Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 
 
204  PSALxMODY. 
 
 6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breathy 
 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. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     280.     L.  M. 
 
 The  prosperity   of  sinners    cursed. 
 Tune — Greenwich. 
 
 LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1^ 
 To  mourn  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
 To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high. 
 In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine  7 
 
 2  But,  oh  I  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  I 
 
 Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  ; 
 On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
 And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 
 
 3  Now,  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise ; 
 
 I'll  never  envy  tliem  again; 
 There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
 Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pam. 
 
 4  Now,  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
 
 Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood; 
 Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
 My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God* 
 
 281.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — New  Monmouth. 
 
 LO,  he  Cometh  !  countless  trumpets 
 Blow,  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead ; 
 *Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angelsj 
 See  their  great,  exaJted  Head; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 
 
PSALMODY.  206 
 
 9  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 
 
 Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds ; 
 Kow  resplendent  shine  his  nail-printa 
 Every  eye  shall  see  liis  wounds; 
 
 They  who  piercM  him, 
 Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 
 
 3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 
 
 Saints  boliold  the  Judge  appear; 
 Truth  and  justice  g-o  bcibre  him  ; 
 Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome,  welcome,  Judge   dirme  : 
 
 4  *Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
 
 Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
 Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows. 
 Endless  life  be  your  employ 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies.' 
 
 5  Now  at  once  they  rise  to  glory  : 
 
 Jesus  brings  tliem  to  the  King; 
 There,  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 
 They  eternal  anthems  sing ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2§2.     CM. 
 
 X^  sufferings  of  Christ  for  our  salvatiom 
 
 Tmi8 — Sutton. 
 ^AVE  me,  O  God  !  the  swelling  floodi 
 ^^   Brccik  in  upon  my  soul, 
 I  sink,  and  sorrows  o'er  my  head 
 
 Like  mighty  waters   roll. 
 *  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone 
 
 In  tears  I  waste  the  day 
 My  God,  behold  my  longings  •vet 
 
 And  shorten  thy  delay. 
 
206  PSALMODY. 
 
 3  *They  hate  my  soul  without  a  cause. 
 
 And  still  their  number  grows, 
 More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head» 
 And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
 
 4  *  'Twas  then  I  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 
 
 That  men  could  never  pay ; 
 And  gave  those  honours  to  thy  law, 
 Which  sinners  took  away.' 
 
 5  Thus  in  the  great  Messiah's  name, 
 
 The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
 Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief^ 
 And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
 
 6  *  Now  shall  the  saints  rejoice,  and  find 
 
 Salvation  in  my  name ; 
 For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
 Of  sorrow,  pain  and  shame. 
 
 7  *  Grief,  like  a  garment,  clothed  me  round. 
 
 And  sackcloth  was  my  dress. 
 While  I  procured  for  naked  souls 
 A  robe  of  righteousness, 
 
 8  *  Amongst  my  brethren,  and  the  Jews, 
 
 I,  like  a  stranger,  stood, 
 And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
 The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
 
 9  *  I  came  in  sinful  mortals'  stead, 
 
 To  do  my  Father's  will ; 
 Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  house, 
 They  scandaliz'd  my  zeal. 
 
 10  'My  fastings,  and  my  holy  groans, 
 
 Were  made  the  drunkard's  song; 
 But  God,  from  his  celestial  throne. 
 Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
 
 11  *  He  sav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
 
 Where  fears  beset  me  round ; 
 He  rais'd,  and  fix'd  my  sinking  feet 
 On  weil-e?5tablished  ground. 
 
PSALMODY.  20T         Q. 
 
 12  **Twas  in  a  most  accepted  hour, 
 My  prayers  arose  on  high ; 
 And  for  my  sake  my  God  shall  hear 
 The  dying  sinner's  cry.* 
 
 Hart.]     2§3.     P.M. 
 
 Put  on  the  whole  armour  of  God.     Eph.  iv  12. 
 Tune — Christian  Soldier. 
 
 GIRD  thy  loins  up,  Christian  soldier, 
 Lo !    thy  Captain  calls  thee  out ; 
 Let  the  danger  make  thee  bolder, 
 
 War  in  weakness,  dare  in  doubt. 
 Buckle  on  thy  heavenly  armour ; 
 Patch  up  no  inglorious  peace  ; 
 Let  thy  courage  wax  the  warmer, 
 As  thy  foes  and  fears  increase. 
 
 2  Bind  thy  golden  girdle  round  thee ; 
 
 Truth  to  keep  thee  firm  and  tight; 
 Never  shall  tlie  foe  confound  thee, 
 
 While  the  truth  maintains  thy  fight. 
 Righteousness  within  thee  rooted, 
 
 May  appear  to  take  thy  part ; 
 But  let  righteousness  imputed, 
 
 Be  the  breast-plate  of  thy  heart. 
 
 3  Shod  with   Gospel-preparation, 
 
 In  the  paths  of  promise  tread; 
 Let  the  hope  of  free  salvation, 
 
 As  a  helmet,  guard  thy  head. 
 When  beset  with  various  evils, 
 
 Wield  the  Spirit's  two-edg'd  sword; 
 Cut  thy  way  through  hosts  of  devils, 
 
 While  they  fall  before  the  Word. 
 
 4  But  when  dangers  closer  threaten. 
 
 And  thy  soul  draws  near  to  death ; 
 When  assaulted  sore  by  Satan, 
 Then  object  the  shield  of  faith. 
 
208  PSALMODY. 
 
 Fiery  darts  of  fierce  temptatiens. 
 
 Intercepted  by  thy  God, 
 There  shall  lose  tlieir  force  in  patience, 
 
 Sheath'd  in  love,  and  quench'd  in  blood 
 5  Though  to  speak,  tliou  be  not  able. 
 
 Always  pray  and  never  rest ; 
 Prayer 's  a  weapon  for  the  feeble ; 
 
 Weakest  souls  can  wield  it  best. 
 Ever  on  thy  Captain  calling, 
 
 Make  thy  worst  condition  known ; 
 He  shall  hold  thee  up  when  falling, 
 
 Or  shall  lift  thee  up  when  down. 
 
 284.    P.M. 
 
 Longing  to  see  Jesus. 
 Tune — Cox\auERiNG  Soldier, 
 
 OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
 And  reign  with  him  above, 
 And  from  the  flowing  fountains 
 
 Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
 When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 
 
 From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 
 2  But  now  I  am   a  soldier. 
 
 My  Captain's  gone  before, 
 He's  given  me  my  orders. 
 
 And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 
 And  as  he  has  prov'd  faithful, 
 
 A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
 And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
 
 Eternal  life  shall  live. 
 8  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
 
 To  conquer,  though  I  die; 
 And  then,  away  to  Jesus, 
 
 On  wings  of  love  Til  fly. 
 
PSALMODY.  801 
 
 Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow; 
 
 I  bid  it  all  adieu  ? 
 And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithfU, 
 
 And  on  your  way  pursue. 
 
 4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
 
 And  trials  on  the  way, 
 Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
 
 And  don't  forget  to  pray  ; 
 Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour, 
 
 Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
 Ajid  when  the  battle's  ended, 
 
 You'll  reign  with  him  above. 
 
 5  O,  do  not  be  discourag'd. 
 
 For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
 Ajid  if  you  lack  for  knowledge. 
 
 He'll  not  refiise  to  send ; 
 Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 
 
 Though  often  you  request ; 
 He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
 
 Ajad  take  you  up  to  rest, 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     285.    CM. 
 
 7^  hopes  of  heaven  our  support  under  trials  an 
 
 earth. 
 
 Tune — Ninety-Fifth. 
 
 WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
 To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 3  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
 And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
 Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  frowning  w^orld. 
 8  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 
 And  stones  of  sorrow  fall ; 
 
 IB 
 
210  PSALMODY. 
 
 May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
 My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; 
 4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
 In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     286.     C.  M. 
 
 Not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel.    2  Tim.  i.  12, 
 Tune — FiDuciA. 
 
 T'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
 
 -■-    Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
 Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
 The  glory  of  his  cross. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  God !  I  know  his  name ; 
 
 His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
 Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
 Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
 
 3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands ; 
 
 And  he  can  well  secure 
 What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decisive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face. 
 And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
 Appoint  ray  soul  a  place. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     287.    C.  M. 
 
 Salvation. 
 
 Tune — Twenty-Fourth. 
 
 ^ ALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound  I 
 ^^  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
 A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
 A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
 
PSALMODY.  211 
 
 S  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
 At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  , 
 But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
 To  see  a  heavenly  day. 
 3  Salvation  I  let  the  echo  ily 
 The  spacious  earth  around, 
 While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
 Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
 
 Pope.]     288.     P.M. 
 Tune — Cl.\remont. 
 
 VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
 Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ; 
 Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying", 
 O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
 Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
 And  let  m"  languish  into  life. 
 
 2  Hark  I  they  whisper — angels  say, 
 Sister  spirit,  come  away  ; 
 What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite. 
 Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
 Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath. 
 Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
 
 3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears, 
 Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes,  my  ears 
 With  sounds  seraphic  ring ; 
 
 Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fly 
 O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
 
 289.    L.  M. 
 
 Tune — Seasons. 
 
 THE  name  of  Christ,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 
 How  sweet  the  mention  of  his  wounds 
 
212  fSALMODY. 
 
 How  gocd,  how  excellently  good. 
 Is  the  dear  name  of  Jesus'  blood  I 
 
 2  What  makes  it  so  to   me,  is  this  : 
 All  that  is  Christ's,  my  portion  is ; 
 I'm  his,  and  all  I  e'er  shall  be, 
 And  all  he  has  he  gives  to  me. 
 
 8  O,  what  a  great  estate  have  I ! 
 A  heaven  to  all  eternity ; 
 I'm  rich,  my  Lord  hath  made  me  so 
 Nor  would  I  greater  riches  know. 
 
 4  What  did  my  Saviour  at  his  death, 
 To  me,  unworthy  me,  bequeath  ? 
 All  that  he  had,  his  merit,  blood, 
 He  left  me  when  he  went  to  God 
 
 5  His  new  eternal  testament 
 
 I  read,  and  much  sweet  time  is  spent 
 In  searching  every  verse  and  line, 
 How  much  my  Jesus'  will  Is  mine, 
 
 6  My  dearest  Lord  I'll  ever  bless, 
 For  his  most  glorious  righteousness, 
 I'll  sing  how  black,  how  vile  I  am. 
 How  fair  and  comely  in  the  Lamb. 
 
 7  For  black  and  vile  I  know  I  am, 
 
 Yet  comely  through  the  blessed   Lambt 
 And  hope  ere  long  to  mount  above. 
 Ever  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 I 
 
 290.    L.  M. 
 
 Tune — New  Salem. 
 AM  a  stranger  here  below, 
 
 And  what  I  am  'tis  hard  to  know, 
 I  am  so  vile,  so  prone  to  sin, 
 I  fear  that  I'm  not  born  again. 
 When  I  experience  call  to  mind, 
 My  understanding  is  so  blind, 
 
PSALMODY.  213 
 
 An  feeling  sense  seems  to  be  gone, 
 Which  makes  me  fear  tliat  I  am  wrong. 
 
 3  I  find  myself  out  of  the  way ; 
 
 My  thoughts  are  often  gone  astray; 
 Like  one  alone  I  seem  to  be — 
 Oh  I  is  there  any  one  like  me  ? 
 
 4  It's  seldom  I  can  ever  see 
 Myself  as  I  would  wish  to  be ; 
 What  I  desire  I  can't  attain, 
 And  what  I  hate  I  can't  refrain. 
 
 5  So  far  from  God  I  seem  to  lie, 
 Which  makes  me  often  weep  and  cry ; 
 I  fear  at  last  that  I  shall  fall ; 
 
 For  if  a  saint,  the  least  of  alL 
 
 6  I  seldom  find  a  heart  to  pray, 
 
 So  many  things  step  in  my  way ; 
 Thus  fill'd  with  doubts,  I  ask  to  know, 
 Come,  tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 
 
 ?  So,  by  experience  I  do  know, 
 
 There's  nothing  good  that  I  CEin  do; 
 
 I  canr'^t  ^'^tisfy  the   law. 
 
 Nor  .  ope    x>.   comfort  fi-om  it  draw* 
 
 8  My  nature  is  so  prone  to  sin. 
 Which  makes  my  duty  so  unclean. 
 That  when  I  count  up  all  the  cost. 
 If  not  free  grace,  then  I  am  lost 
 
 291.    P.M. 
 
 Exceeding  great   and  precious  promises 
 2  Peter  i.  4. 
 
 Tune — Foundation  of  Hope. 
 
 HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  sainta  of  Cfas 
 Lord, 
 i^  la  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excelleat  wocd* 
 
214  PSALMODx 
 
 What   more   can   he   say,   than   to  you  h* 
 
 hath  said  ? 
 You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 
 
 2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
 In  poverty's  vale  or  abounding  in  wealth. 
 At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
 
 *  As  thy  days  may  demand,  sliall  thy  strength 
 ever  be. 
 
 3  ^Fear  not,    I    am  with  thee,   O  be  not  dis- 
 
 may'd, 
 I,  I  am  tliy  God,    and  will  still    give   thee 
 
 aid ; 
 I'll    strengthen    thee,    help  thee,    and  cause 
 
 thee  to  stand, 
 Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand 
 
 4  *  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go^ 
 The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  tliee  overflow ; 
 For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
 And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
 
 5  '  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. 
 
 6  '  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
 
 prove, 
 My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
 And  when   hoary  hairs   shall    their  temple« 
 
 adorn. 
 Like    lambs    they  shall   still   in    my  bosom 
 
 be  borne. 
 
 7  *  The  sou]  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose. 
 /  will  not^  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
 That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour 
 
 to  shake. 
 Til  never^  no  nevery  no  never  forsaJce.'* 
 
PSALMODY.  215 
 
 292.     P.M.  ^ 
 
 Tune — Indian  Philosopher. 
 
 WHEN  tliou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall 
 come, 
 To  fetch  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 
 
 Shall  I  amongst  them  stand  ? 
 
 Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
 
 Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 
 
 Be  found  at  tliy  rigiit  hand  ? 
 
 2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
 Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
 
 Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
 But  (can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought?) 
 What  if  my  name  should  be  lefl  out, 
 
 When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  I 
 
 3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ;  i 
 Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  liiding  place,  '                       | 
 
 In  this  th'  accepted  da)^; 
 Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
 To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 
 
 Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 
 
 4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found: 
 Whene'er  th    archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 
 
 To  see  tliy  smiling  face  ; 
 Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
 While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
 
 With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     293.     C.  M. 
 
 Repentance  at  the  Cross. 
 Tune — Repentance. 
 
 OH !   if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe, 
 How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
 Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 
 from  both  my  streaming  eyes. 
 
210  PSALMODY. 
 
 2  'Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 
 
 Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
 And  groanM  away  a  dying"  life, 
 For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 
 
 3  O  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine, 
 
 That  crucified  my  God  ; 
 Those  sins,  that  piercM  and  nailM  hia  fles^ 
 Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 
 
 4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die; 
 
 My  heart  hath  so  decreed; 
 Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
 That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
 
 5  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 
 
 My  murder'd  Lord   I  view, 
 I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
 And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 
 
 294.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — Pilgrim's  Farewell. 
 
 FAREWELL,    farewell,     farewell,     mj 
 friends,  I  must  be  gone ; 
 I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you; 
 I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
 
 Till  I  a  better  world  can  view, 
 Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  loving  frienda, 
 farewell. 
 fi  Farewell,  &c.  my  friends,  time  rolls  alon^. 
 Nor  waits  for  mortal  cares  of  bliss, 
 I'll  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
 Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
 Farewell,  &c. 
 3  Farewell,  &c.  my  brethren  in  the  Lord ; 
 To  you  I'm  boimd  with  cords  of  love ; 
 Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
 We  all,  ere  long,  shall  meet  abow^ 
 Farewell.  *- 
 
PSALMODY.  217 
 
 4  Farewell,  &c  old  soldiers  of  the  cross , 
 
 You've  struggled  long-  and  hard  for  heaven : 
 You've  counted  all  things  here  but  loss ; 
 March  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given, 
 Farewell,  &.c. 
 
 5  Farewell,  <fcc.  ye  blooming  sons  of  Grod ; 
 
 Sore  conflicts  yet  remain  for  you ; 
 But  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
 Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
 Farewell,  &c. 
 C  Farewell,  &c.  poor  careless  sinners  too ; 
 It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  ; 
 Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 
 
 O  turn  I   O  turn  I   O  turn  I   and  find  sal- 
 vation near. 
 Farewell,  &c. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     295.     L.  M. 
 
 irmfer  for  deliverance  answered.  Isa.  xxvL  8 — 20. 
 
 Tune — Judgment. 
 
 Fr  thine  o\vn  ways,  O  God  of  Love ! 
 We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
 Our  souls'  desire  is  to  thy  name. 
 And  tlie  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
 2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
 'Mongst  the    black    shades    of  lonesoOM 
 night; 
 My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies, 
 Before  the  dawn  restores  the  lighL 
 8  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
 The  tender  patience  of  my  God  \ 
 But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
 And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 
 4  Uark !  the  Eternal  rends  the  sky ; 
 A  mig-hty  voice  before  him  goog? 
 K 
 
tnS  PSALMODY. 
 
 A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends. 
 But  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 
 
 5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms ; 
 
 Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace. 
 Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 
 And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 
 
 6  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain, 
 
 And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings. 
 While  heavenly  peace  around  my  flock 
 Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 
 
 296.    L.  M. 
 
 Tune — Denmark. 
 
 BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
 Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
 He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 
 
 2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
 
 Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
 And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 
 3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
 
 High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise. 
 And  eartli  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
 Siiall  fill  thy  com'ts  witli  sounding  praise. 
 
 4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
 
 Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
 Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand. 
 When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 
 
 S 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     297.     CM. 
 
 Death   and   Eternity, 
 Tmie — MoRTAUTY. 
 TOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  use  t^ 
 
 rise. 
 Converse  a  while  with  death; 
 
PSALMODY.  21 
 
 Think  how  a  grasping  mortal  lies, 
 And  pants  away  his  breath. 
 
 2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down ; 
 
 His  pulse  is  faint  and  few  ; 
 Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
 He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
 
 3  But,  O  I  the  soul,  that  never  dies, 
 
 At  once  it  leaves  the  clay ; 
 Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
 And  ti'ack  its  wondrous   way. 
 
 4  Up  to  the  courts  vrhere  angels  dwell, 
 
 It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 
 Or  devils  plunge  it  do^\Ti  to  hell. 
 In  infinite  despair. 
 
 5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
 
 And  must  tliis  soul  remove  ? 
 O,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh ; 
 To  bear  it  safe  above. 
 
 6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand. 
 
 My  naked  soul  I  trust  ; 
 And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 
 To  drop  into  my  dust. 
 
 FUXERAL  HYMXS. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     29§,     CM. 
 A  funeral  thought. 
 
 HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  dolefbl  soon 
 !My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
 *  Ye  living  men  come  ^•iew  the  ground 
 
 Where  you  must  shortly  he. 
 '  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
 
 In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 
 The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  hea<^ 
 Must  lie  as  low  as  our*. 
 
!20  FUNERAL  m^MNS. 
 
 3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
 
 And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
 Still  walking-  downward  to  our  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quick'ning*  grace, 
 
 To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
 Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
 We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
 
 Steele.]     299.     C.  M. 
 
 WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
 By  death's  resistless  hand, 
 Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
 Which  pity  may  demand. 
 
 2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
 
 O,  may  this  truth,  impress'd, 
 With  awful  power — /  too  must  die-^ 
 Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
 
 3  liCt  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 
 
 Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
 It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ; 
 To-morrow,  death  may  come. 
 
 4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 
 
 May  every  heart  obey  ; 
 Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
 Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 5  O,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly. 
 
 Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
 Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  higl^ 
 And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
 
 6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impo!*. 
 
 With  cleansing,  healing   power ; 
 This  only  can  prepare  the  heart. 
 For  death's  surprising  hour. 
 
FUNERAL  HYMNS. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     300.     CM. 
 
 The  death  and  burial  of  a  Saint, 
 
 WHY  do  we  mourn  departing-  friend 
 Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
 Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
 To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
 
 2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too. 
 
 As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
 Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  sloi 
 To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
 
 3  Wliy  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
 
 Their  bodies  to  the  tomb, 
 There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
 And  left  a  long-  perfume. 
 
 4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd. 
 
 And  soften'd  every  bed ; 
 Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
 But  witli  their  dying  head  ? 
 
 5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high. 
 
 And  sliow'd  our  feet  the  way  ; 
 Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
 At  the  great  rising  day, 
 
 6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
 
 And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
 Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground. 
 Ye  saints,  ascend  the   skies. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     301.     CM. 
 
 Frail  life^  and  succeeding  eternity 
 
 THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name ! 
 And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
 How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame. 
 
 What  dying  worms  are  we  I 
 [Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  stiH 
 As  months  and  days  increase; 
 
222  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 
 
 And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
 Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
 
 The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 
 
 Whate'er  we  do,  wiicre'er  we  be, 
 
 We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave.] 
 
 4  Dangers  stand  thick,  thro'  all  the  ground. 
 
 To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
 And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
 5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
 
 Hang  everlasting  things  I 
 Til'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead, 
 Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 
 
 6  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 
 
 Attends  on  every  breath ; 
 And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go, 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death  1 
 
 7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
 
 To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
 
 And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
 
 May  they  be  found  with  God. 
 
 Dr.  W\vtts.]     302.     C.  M. 
 
 A  thought  of  death  and  glory, 
 
 MY  soul,  come  meditate  the  day. 
 And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
 ,      When  thou  must  quit  tliis  house  of  clay, 
 
 And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
 fi  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
 
 The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
 I      Tliis  gloomy  prison  v/aits  for  you, 
 Whene'er  the  summons  come.] 
 9  O !  could  we  die  with  those  that  di6> 
 Ana  ixace  us    n  their  stead, 
 
DEATH.  223 
 
 Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
 And  converse  with  the  dead. 
 
 4  Then  should  we  see  tlie  saints  abovo. 
 
 In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
 And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
 To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
 
 5  [How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh 
 
 These  fetters,  and  this  load ; 
 
 And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
 
 That  we  may  rest  with  God.] 
 
 6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
 
 Before  the  summons  come, 
 And  pray  and  wish  our  souls  away 
 To  their  eternal  home. 
 
 DEATR 
 
 Hart.]     303.     CM. 
 
 VAIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
 Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh ; 
 Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far ; 
 O,  think  before  thou  die. 
 
 2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 
 
 Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount! 
 What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
 How  stands  that  dark  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  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 
 
 Shall  crawling  worms  consume ; 
 But  ah !    destruction  stops  not  there  ; 
 Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 
 
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 22A  DEATH. 
 
 5  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  to-day  j 
 
 Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you ; 
 Let  every  one  forsake  his  way. 
 And  mercy  will  ensue. 
 
 6  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood; 
 
 How  vile  soe'er  he  be, 
 Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God, 
 All  given  entirely  free. 
 
 1 
 
 Hart.]     304.    S.  M. 
 
 YE  bold,  blaspheming  souls, 
 Whose  conscience  nothing  scares 
 Ye  carnal,  cold,  professing  fools, 
 Whose  state's  as  bad  as  theirs; 
 
 2  Ye  strong,  deluded  lights, 
 
 Whose  faith 's  too  stout  to  pray ; 
 And  ye,  whom  proud  perfection  cheats^ 
 As  free  from  sin  as  they ; 
 
 3  The  awful  change,  not  far. 
 
 Dissolves  each  golden  dream ; 
 Death  will  distinguish  what  you  art^ 
 From  what  you  only  seem. 
 
 4  Repent,  or  you're  undone , 
 
 And  pray  to  God  with  speed , 
 Perhaps  the  truth  may  yet  be  knowDi 
 And  make  you  free  indeed. 
 
 5  The  hour  of  death  draws  nigh  ; 
 
 *Tis  time  to  drop  the  mask; 
 Fall  at  the  feet  of  Christ,  and  cry} 
 He  gives  to  all  that  ask. 
 
 6  Good  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
 
 Abolisher  of  death, 
 O,  give  us  all  repentance  deep, 
 And  purifying  faith* 
 
JUDGMENT.  225 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     305.     C.  M. 
 
 Death  dreadful^  or  delightful. 
 
 DEATH  :    'tis  a  melancholy  day 
 To  those  that  have  no  God, 
 When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away, 
 To  seek  her  last  abode. 
 
 2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 
 
 But  ^uilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
 Still  drag's  her  downward  from  the  skies. 
 To  darkness,  fire  and  pain. 
 
 3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell ; 
 
 Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
 You  must  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwell 
 A  long  FOR  EVER  there, 
 
 4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you. 
 
 And  flashes  in  your  face  I 
 And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too^ 
 And  sing  recovering  grace. 
 
 5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 
 
 That  promis'd  heaven  to  me, 
 That  taught  my  tlioughts  to  soar  aboYC, 
 Where  happy  spirits  be. 
 
 6  Prepare  me.  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand; 
 
 Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
 Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band. 
 To  bear  my  soul  away. 
 
 JUDGMENT. 
 
 Hart.]     306.    L.  xM. 
 The  day  of  Judgment. 
 
 Awake,  ye  sleeping  souis,  awake, 
 And  hear  the  God  ©f  Israel  speak  < 
 His  word  is  faithful,   firm  and  true ; 
 Sinners,  attend,  he  speaks  to  you. 
 K2 
 
226  JUDGMENT. 
 
 2  '"Mercy  and  vengeance  in  me  dwell ; 
 One  lifts  to  heaven,  one  casts  to  hell ; 
 My  favour's  more  than  life,  my  wrath 
 Will  burn  beyond  the  bounds  of  death.' 
 
 3  Short  is  the  space,  and  death  must  come  ; 
 And  after  death,  the  day  of  doom  ; 
 When  quick  and  dead  the  Judge  shall  caJ! 
 And  deal  their  due  deserts  to  alL 
 
 4  Fix'd  in  their  everlasting  state, 
 
 Could  men  repent,  'twere  then  too  late ; 
 Justice  has  bolted  Mercy's  door, 
 And  God's  long  suff 'ring  is  no  mora 
 
 5  *Tis  now  the  gospel  message  sent, 
 Commands  repentance — now  repent; 
 Wisely  be  warn'd,  to  reftige  run  ; 
 Obey  the  Father,  kiss  the  Son. 
 
 6  In  Christ,  receive  the  gitl  of  God, 
 Complete  redemption  through  his  blood; 
 Mercy  triumphant,  sin  forgiven, 
 
 And  everlasting  life  in  heaven. 
 
 Hart.]     307.     S.  M. 
 
 BEHOLD,  with  awfid  pomp, 
 The  Judge  prepares  to  come ; 
 Th*  archangel  sounds  tiie  dreadful  txun^ 
 And  wakes  the  general  doom. 
 
 2  Nature,  in  w'ild  amaze. 
 
 Her  dissolution  mourns; 
 Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface, 
 The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 
 
 3  The  living  look  with  dread ; 
 
 The  frighted  dead  arise; 
 Start  from  their  monumental  bed. 
 And  lifl  their  ghastly  eyes. 
 
 4  Horrors  all  hearts  appal ; 
 
 They  quake,  they  shriek,  they  aji 
 
JUDGMENT.  227 
 
 Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall; 
 But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 
 
 5  Ye  wilful,  wanton  fools, 
 
 Let  danger  make  you  wise  ; 
 Carnal  professors,  careless  souls, 
 Unclose  your  lazy  eyes. 
 
 6  *Tis  time  we  all  awake  ; 
 
 The  dreadftil  day  draws  near ; 
 Sinners,  your  proud  presumption  check. 
 And  stop  your  wild  career. 
 
 7  Now  is  til'  accepted  time ; 
 
 To  Christ  for  mercy  fly ; 
 O,  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him, 
 And  you  shall  never  die. 
 
 8  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
 
 Prepare  us  for  tliat  day  ; 
 Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe. 
 To  watch,  and  vrait,  and  pray. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     308.     S.  M. 
 
 77ie  Jinal  sentence  and  misery  of  the  wicked* 
 
 Matt.  xxiv.  41. 
 
 AND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
 And  must  the  dead  arise? 
 And  not  a  single  soul  escape  > 
 
 His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 
 
 9  And  from  his  righteous  lips, 
 
 Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound, 
 And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
 Spread  black  despair  around? 
 
 3  *  Depart  from  me  accurs'd. 
 
 To  everlasting  flame. 
 For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd. 
 Where  mercy  never  came.* 
 
 4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
 
 Tlie  terrors  of  tliat  day, 
 
228  JUDGMENT. 
 
 When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  fac^ 
 Astonish'd,  shrink  away  ? 
 
 5  But,  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
 
 The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
 Hark!    from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound. 
 What  joyful  tidings  spread  I 
 
 6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
 
 Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  : 
 Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
 And  find  salvation   there. 
 
 7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
 
 By  which  the  Saviour  bled, 
 And  the  last  awfijl  day  shall  pour 
 His  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 President  Davies.]     309.     L.  M. 
 
 Sinners  and  Saints,  and  the  icreck  of  NaturOk 
 Isa.  xxiv.  18—20. 
 
 HOW  greats  how  terrible  that  God, 
 Who  shakes  creation  with  a  nod  I 
 
 He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  Nature's  frames 
 
 Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 
 a  Where  now,  O  I    where  shall  sinners  seek 
 
 For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ? 
 
 Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown  ? 
 
 See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down  I 
 S  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry ; 
 
 In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie ; 
 
 There,  on  the  flaming  billows  tossM, 
 
 For  ever,  O  I   for  ever  lost. 
 
 4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene. 
 Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene ; 
 Your  Sa\dour  lives,  the  world  expire, 
 And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 
 
 5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend. 
 To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  , 
 
JUDGMENT.  229 
 
 Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
 When  lightnings  blaze  from   pole  to  pokw 
 
 Dju  Watts'  Lyric  Poems.]     310.     L.  M. 
 Come,  Lord  Jesus. 
 
 WHEN"  shall  thy  lovely  face  be  seen? 
 When  shall  our  eyes  behold  our  God  7 
 What  lengths  of  distance  lie  between, 
 And  hills  of  guilt,  a  heavy  load  1 
 
 3  Our  months  are   ages  of  delay, 
 
 And  slowly  every  minute  wears  ; 
 Fly,  winged  time,  and  roll  away 
 
 These  tedious  rounds  of  sluggish  yeara. 
 d  Ye  heavenly  sratcs,  loose  all  your  chains ; 
 
 Let  the  eternal  pillars  bow  ; 
 Blest  Saviour,  cleave  the  starry  plains, 
 
 Ajid  make  the  crystal  mountains  floTSfc 
 
 4  Hark,  how  thy  saints  unite  their  cries. 
 
 And  pray,  and  wait  the   general  doom ; 
 Come,  Thou,  the  soul  of  all  our  joys, 
 Thou,  the  Desire  of  Nations,  come. 
 
 5  Put  thy  bright  robes  of  triumph  on, 
 
 And  bless  our  eyes,  and  bless  our  ears» 
 Thou  absent  Love,  thou  dear  Unknown, 
 The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs. 
 
 Hart.]     311.    CM. 
 
 ^  INNER,  that  slumb'rest  on  the  brinl 
 *^  Of  hell's  devouring  lake, 
 O,  think  on  death,  on  judgment  think. 
 What  mean'st  thou,  sleeper?   Wake  J 
 
 Soon  shall  the  Lord  himself  descend. 
 The  clouds  before  him  driven ; 
 
830  JUDGMENT. 
 
 A  sudden  shout  the  earth  shall  rend, 
 And  shake  the  powers  of  heaven, 
 
 3  Myriads  of  angels  bright  shall  wait, 
 
 His  orders  to  obey  ; 
 And  ransom'd  saints  triumphant  meet. 
 As  bright  and  blest  as  they. 
 
 4  The  King  shall  send  his  summons  forth, 
 
 His  messengers  shall  speed, 
 From  east  and  west,  from  south  and  north. 
 To  cite  the  quick  and  dead. 
 
 5  But,  ah  !  what  pale,  what  ghastly  looks 
 
 When  guilty  wretches  come. 
 To  hear  from  God's  imerring  books. 
 Their  just,  though  dreadful  doom  I 
 
 6  Convinc'd  of  every  wanton  word, 
 
 Of  every  daring  sin, 
 Of  speeches  hard  against  the  Lord, 
 And  thoughts  and  acts  uncleau 
 
 7  Save  us,  O  Jesus  !  by  thy  death, 
 
 And  cleanse  us  in  thy  blood ; 
 Give  us  to  live  and  die  in  faith, 
 And  wait  the  trump  of  God. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     312.    CM. 
 
 27ie  everlasting  absence  of  Gody  intolerahlek 
 
 THAT  awful  day  will  surely  como, 
 Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
 When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
 And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
 2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys. 
 Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
 How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
 Pronounce  the  sound,  *  Depart  ?* 
 8  [The  thmider  of  that  dismal  word. 
 Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
 
JUDGMENT  231 
 
 Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord^ 
 With  most  tormenting  fear.] 
 
 4  What!  to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 
 
 And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
 
 To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 
 
 Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ! 
 
 5  O  I  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
 
 To  see  my  God  remove, 
 And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
 I  must  not  taste  his  love. 
 
 6  Jesus !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
 
 And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
 Without  a  gracious  smile  fi-om  thee, 
 My  spirit  cannot  rest. 
 
 7  0  I  tell  me  tliat  my  worthless  name 
 
 Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
 Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
 ^\^lere  my  salvation  stands. 
 
 8  Give  me  one  kind  assuring  word, 
 
 To  sink  my  fears  again  ; 
 And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait. 
 Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stexnett.]    313.    C.  M. 
 The  last  Judgment. 
 
 HE  comes  I  he  comes  !  to  judge  the  worWi 
 Aloud  the  archangel  cries ; 
 While  thunders  roll  from  pole  to  pole ; 
 
 And  lightning  cleaves  the  skies. 
 Th'  affrighted  nations  hear  the  sound. 
 
 And  upwards  lifl  their  eyes; 
 The  slmnb^ring  tenants  of  the  groun(H 
 
 In  living  armies  rise. 
 Amid  the  shouts  of  numerous  friend^ 
 
 Of  hosts  divinely  bright, 
 
S32  JUDGMENT. 
 
 The  judge  in  solemn  pomp  descends, 
 Array 'd  in  robes  of  light. 
 
 4  His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  snow; 
 
 His  eyes  a  fiery  flame  ; 
 A  radiant  crown  adorns  his  brow, 
 And  Jesus  is  his  name. 
 
 5  Writ  on  his  thigh  bis  name  appears. 
 
 And  scars  his  vict'rios  tell ; 
 Lo !  in  his  hand  the  Conqu'ror  bears 
 The  keys  of  death  and  hell. 
 
 6  So  he  ascends  the  judgment-seat, 
 
 And  at  his  dread  command, 
 Myriads  of  creatures  round  his  feet 
 In  solemn  silence  stand. 
 
 7  Princes  and  peasants  here  expect 
 
 Their  last,  their  righteous  doom ; 
 The  men  who  dar'd  liis  grace  reject. 
 And  they  who  dar'd  presume. 
 
 8  *  Depart,  ye  sons  of  vice  and  sin,' 
 
 The  injur'd  Jesus  cries; 
 *        While  the  long,  kindling  wrath  within. 
 Flashes  from  both  his  eyes. 
 
 9  And  now,  with  words  divinely  sweet, 
 
 W^ith  rapture  in  his  face, 
 Aloud  his  sacred  lips  repeat 
 
 The  sentence  of  his  grace : 
 10  *Well  done,  my  good  and  faithfiil  sons, 
 
 The  children  of  my  love  ; 
 Receive  the  sceptres,  crowns  and  throneg 
 
 Prepar'd  for  you  above.' 
 
 Dr.  Watts.     314.     C.  M. 
 The  last  judgment ;  or,  the  Saints  rewarded, 
 
 THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throaei 
 Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh; 
 The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
 And  near  the  western  sky. 
 
JUDGMENT.  233 
 
 ^  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
 ^Judgrnent  shall  ne'er  begin;* 
 No  more  abuse  Iiis  long"  delay, 
 To  impudence  and  sin. 
 8  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come; 
 Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
 Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
 Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
 
 4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear. 
 
 Attending  angels  come ; 
 And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear. 
 His  justice  and  their  doom. 
 
 5  *  But  gather  eJl  my  saints,'  he  cries. 
 
 That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
 By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice. 
 And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 6  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
 
 Shall  make  the  world  confess. 
 My  sentence  of  reward  is  right. 
 And  heaven  adore  my  grace. 
 
SPIRITU.VL  SOXGS, 
 
 RRANGED  ALPHABETICALLY 
 
 1. 
 
 The  Prodigal  Son. 
 A  FFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severo, 
 -^^  Arc  oft  in  mercy  sent, 
 They  stop  the  prodigal's  career, 
 
 And  cause  him  to  repent. 
 Although  he  no  relenting  felt, 
 
 Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
 His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt. 
 
 When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 
 *What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,'  he  said, 
 
 *  But  hunger,  shame  and  fear  ? 
 
 My  father's  house  abounds  with  breads 
 
 While  I  am  starving  here. 
 I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 
 
 Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
 Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
 
 I'll  seek  a  servant's  place.' 
 His  father  saw  him  coming  back ; 
 
 He  saw,  and  ran,  and   smil'd. 
 And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
 
 Of  his   rebellious  child. 
 *  Father,  I've  sinn'd  ;  but  O  !  forgive'— 
 
 *  Enough,'  the  father  said ; 
 •Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive. 
 
 For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 
 Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain. 
 
 And  spread  the  news  around  ; 
 My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 
 Was  lost,  but  now  is  found.' 
 
285  Si:\RlTllAL  SONGS. 
 
 Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 
 To  call  poor  sinners  home; 
 
 More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels. 
 And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
 
 Come,  then,  poor  sinners,  come  away, 
 
 We  call  you  all  around; 
 *Tis  the  accepted,  promis'd  day, 
 
 When  gospel  grace  abounds. 
 Come,  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus   come, 
 
 Whose  blood  for  you  atonM ; 
 His  heart,  his  hands,  and  church,  have  row 
 
 We  therefore  bid  you  come. 
 
 AH,  lovely  appearance  of  death  I  r 
 
 What  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ? 
 Not  all  the  gay  pageants   that  breathe. 
 
 Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 
 With  solemn  delight  I  survey 
 
 The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled; 
 In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay,  * 
 
 And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead.  i 
 
 a  How  blest  is  our  brother,  berefl  I 
 
 Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  I     t 
 How  easy  the  soul,  that  has  left 
 
 This  wearisome  body  behind  I 
 Of  evil  incapable,  thou 
 
 Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see. 
 No  longer  in  misery  now, 
 
 No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 
 8  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
 
 With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain 
 The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
 
 And  never  shall  vex  him  again; 
 No  anger,  henceforward,  or  shame, 
 
 ShaH  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  237 
 
 Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
 
 And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 
 This  languishing  head  is  at  rest. 
 
 Its  tliinking  and  aching  are  o*er; 
 This  quiet  immovable  breast 
 
 Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 
 This  heart  is  no  longer  tlie  seat 
 
 Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
 It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat ; 
 
 It  never  shall  flutter  again. 
 The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
 
 By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
 Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose. 
 
 Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep* 
 The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies; 
 
 Those  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
 The  tears  arc  all  wiped  from  his  eye^ 
 
 And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 
 To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
 
 While  bound  in  a  prison   I  breathe! 
 And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
 
 And  press  to  tlie  issue  of  death. 
 What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
 
 O,  might  I  this  moment  become  { 
 My  spirit  created  anew, 
 
 My  flesh  be  confm'd  to  the  tomlk 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     3. 
 The  curious  observer, 
 
 ALL  you  that  profess  to  be  going  to  glory, 
 Be  patient  a  wliile,  and  to  you  I'll  relate 
 Ofl  times  I  have  trod  in  the  paths  of  tran*. 
 gressors ; 
 I  hope  you  rVon't  share  in  my  unhappy  fiite, 
 But    still    my  desires   towards    God   are  a. 
 
 flowing ; 
 {k>metimes  my  soul  his  lore  ia  enjoy ii^^ 
 
38  SPIRITUAL  SOINGS. 
 
 The  highway  to  heaven  I  aim  to  be  goiiJ 
 To  follow  the  Lamb  to  his  glory  above 
 
 2  But,  pray  let  me  tell  you,  I  feel  most  unhapjf 
 
 Under  sad  division  that's  lately  arose  ; 
 
 Listead  of  the  w^atchmen   being    helpmate 
 
 together, 
 
 The  one,  the  other  endeavours  to  oppos5 
 
 The  Scripture  exliorts  us  to  love  one  anothe 
 
 And  he  that  loves  Jesus,  will  sm-e  love  hi 
 
 brotlier ;  I 
 
 The  Christian  that  lives  in  his   duty,  vA 
 
 never  J: 
 
 Despise    a  weak  brother  that  travels  ttj 
 
 way.  I 
 
 3  Here's  one,  he  gets  perfect,  and  he  can  0' 
 
 from  it ; 
 The  other,  he  meets  with  in-dwelling  si 
 One  preaches  and  holds  to  believers,  baptisii 
 The  other  denies  it,  and  so  they  begin 
 I  thmk.  that  in    stewardship  men   ought 
 be  faithful. 
 And  no    gospel    righteousness    should  t] 
 pear  hateflil ; 
 And  they  who  follow  Jesus,  must  follow  hi 
 
 careful, 
 Or  never  expect  to  enjoy  him  above. 
 
 4  Here's  one  persevering,  the  other  is  perieci 
 
 The  one  he  goes  on,  the  other  he  stands 
 
 For  he  who 's    got    perfect,    he    can  get  : 
 
 farther, 
 
 Ajid  his  Christian  warfare  is  all  at  an  er 
 
 But  Paul,  he  exhorts  us  always  to  be  runnin 
 
 For    he   who    is   standing,   is  always  bac 
 
 turning. 
 
 Come    on,    brother    trav'lers,    and    eye    t 
 high  calling. 
 And  press  for  the  glories  of  eternity^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONG&  23D 
 
 h  And  if  you  expect  to  arrive  at  perfection, 
 I    pray  you    go    on,    that   tho    prize  you 
 may  win ; 
 And  let  not  tlie  enemy  fill  you  with  notions, 
 That   you    have    got    perfect   before    you 
 begin. 
 Some  say  John  the  Baptist  was   no   gospel 
 
 preacher ; 
 But  surely  St.  Paul  was  an  honest  old  teacher ; 
 And  he  that  climbs  over  the  wall  is  a  traitor, 
 And  ne'er  shall    be   own'd  as  a  sheep  in 
 the  fold. 
 
 6  The   herald    for  Jesus,  sure,  was  John   the 
 
 Baptist ; 
 
 Glad  tidings  he  brought  to  a  perishing  world  ; 
 
 He  points  fortli  tlie  Saviour,  to  save  the  be- 
 liever ; 
 The  light  springs  from  darkness,  the  Go9- 
 pel's  unfurl'd. 
 
 But   some    to    destroy   tlie    weight    of   this 
 preacher 
 
 Do  sneeringly  say  he  was  a  Jewish  teacher ; 
 
 Then  Isaac,  and  Jacob,  and  Joseph,  and  Jesus, 
 May  all  be  condemn'd  to  die  tlie  same  w^ay. 
 
 7  If  God  is  all-knowing,  then  what  is  he  doing  ? 
 
 Why  does  he  make  choice  of  one  who's 
 so  gay, 
 To  marry  a  stranger  to  the  blessed  Redeemer, 
 
 For  him  to  divorce  her  for  ever  away? 
 Or  is  power  lacking,  to  keep  his  possession  ? 
 Then  Satan  may  glory  and  triumph  for  joy. 
 If  sinners  not  saved,  saints  may  be  bereav'd 
 Then  where 's  the  advantage  of  knowing 
 tlie  Lord  ? 
 
 8  I  pray  you,  don't   think   tliat  I  speak  as  a 
 
 bcaster, 
 Nor  yet  as  a  scoffer,  your  zeal  to  reprovD" 
 
MO  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 I  only  desire  to  give  God  the  glory, 
 
 And  credit  religion  that  comes  from  abo*^ 
 The  way  of  hmnility  leads  to  the  Saviour, 
 And  they  that  walk  in  it,  will  sure  find  hin 
 
 favour ; 
 The   Scriptures  your  guide,  press  on,  and 
 don't  waver, 
 The  angels  shall  meet  you  on  Jordaa^« 
 cold  stream. 
 
 ALMIGHTY  love  inspire 
 My  heart  with  sacred  firc^ 
 And  animate  desire, 
 
 My  soul  to  renew ; 
 I  love  the  blessed  Jesua, 
 On  whom  each  angel  gazes. 
 And  sympathy  increases 
 
 Above  the  ethereal  blue. 
 Thou  tender-hearted  Jesus, 
 Thy  love  my  soul  amazes, 
 Who  came  for  to  save  us. 
 
 When  lost  and  undone. 
 No  seraph  could  retrieve  UA. 
 No  angel  could  redeem  us. 
 No  arm  could  relieve  us, 
 
 But  Jesus  alone. 
 Come,  tliou,  the  sinners'  friend 
 My  simple  prayer  attend, 
 And  save  me  to  the  end, 
 
 From  the  evil  to  come ; 
 Afford  me  the  favour, 
 That  issues  from  the  Saviour, 
 And  O  I   forsake  me  never, 
 
 Until  I  get  home. 
 In  him  I  have  believed, 
 He  hath  my  soul  receive*^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  241 
 
 From  sin  he  hath  redeemed 
 
 My  soul,  which  was  dead ; 
 And  now  I  love  my  Saviour, 
 For  I  am  in  liis  favour, 
 And  I  hope  witli  him   for  ever 
 
 The  golden  streets  to  trca<L 
 Yet  here  awhile  I  stay. 
 In  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
 When  I  am  call'd  away, 
 
 To  mansions  above ; 
 There  to  enjoy  the  pleasures 
 Of  miconsuming  treasures. 
 And  shout  in  highest  measures, 
 
 Hallelujahs  of  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watts*  Sermons.]     5«     C.  M. 
 
 Holy  fortitude.     1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 
 
 AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 A  follower  of  the  Lamb; 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
 Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
 M  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
 On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
 While  others  fought  to  win  the  pnze. 
 And  sailed  through   bloody  seas  ? 
 6  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  7 
 Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
 Is  this  vile  A\orld  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, 
 
 Skall  conquer,  though  they  die; 
 
242  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 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. 
 
 6.    CM. 
 
 Parental  suhjnission  on  the  loss  of  a  child 
 
 AND  is  thy  lovely  shadow  fled  ? 
 Yet  stop  those  fruitless  tears ; 
 He  from  a  thousand  pangs  is  freed, 
 Y3U  from  ten  thousand  fears. 
 
 2  Though  lost,  he 's  lost  to  earth  alone ; 
 
 Above  he  will  be  found 
 Amidst  tlie  stars,  and  near  the  throne. 
 Which  babes  like  him  surround. 
 
 3  Look  upward,  and  your  child  you'll  see 
 
 Fix'd  in  his  ble-st   abode ; 
 What  parent  would  not  childless  be 
 To  give  a  child  to  God  ? 
 
 A  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
 ■^^  And  let  it  faint  or  die; 
 My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 
 
 And  soar  to  worlds  on  high; 
 Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 
 
 And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
 That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants. 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
 2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
 
 I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
 And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
 
 And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  343 
 
 I  suffer  on  my  tlireescore  years, 
 
 Till  my  deliv'rer  come. 
 And  wipe  away  liis  servant's  tears. 
 
 And  take  Jiis  exile  home. 
 
 3  O,  what  has  Jesus  done  for  me  ? 
 
 Before  my  ravisliM  eyes. 
 Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
 
 And  trees  of  paradise  ; 
 I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright. 
 
 Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 
 They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white. 
 
 And  conq'ring  palms  tliey  bear. 
 
 4  O,  W'hat  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 
 
 If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
 With  that  enra})tur'd  host  t'  appear, 
 
 And  worship  at  thy  feet  ? 
 Give  joy  or  grief,   give  ease  or  pain  ; 
 
 Take  life  or  friends    awmy  ; 
 But  let  me  fmd  them  all  again 
 
 In  that  eternal  day. 
 
 8.     6,  8. 
 
 ARISE  my  soul,  arise. 
 Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears. 
 The  bleeding  sacrifice 
 
 In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
 Before  the  tlirone  my  surety  stands^ 
 My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
 
 2  Five  bleeding  wounds   he  bears, 
 
 Received  on  Calvary  ; 
 They  pour  effectual  prayers. 
 
 They  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
 Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry 
 Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die% 
 
 3  'The  father  hears  him  pray 
 
 His  dear  anointed  one, 
 
244  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He  cannot  turn  away 
 
 The  presence  of  his  son, 
 His  Spirit  ajiswers  to  the  blood, 
 And  tells  me  I  am  bom  of  Go<L 
 
 4  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 
 
 His  pard'ning-  voice  I  hear  ; 
 He  owns  me  for  a  child, 
 
 I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh. 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stenxett.]     9.     C.  M. 
 
 The  converted  Thief.    Luke  ixiii.  42. 
 
 A  S  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
 -^    And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died. 
 He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
 That  languish'd  at  his  side. 
 
 2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 
 
 The  penitent  confess'd ; 
 Then  turn'd  his  dying  eves  to  Christ, 
 And  thus  his  praj'r  addressM  : 
 
 3  '  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  Heir  of  heaven. 
 
 Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
 I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears ; 
 And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood ; 
 
 4  *  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe, 
 
 In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise. 
 Burst  through  tlie  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
 And  shine  above  the  skies. 
 
 5  *Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  tJiink  on  me ; 
 And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death. 
 Let  me  a  sharer  be.' 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  245 
 
 6  His  prayer  tlie  dying  Jesus  hears, 
 Ajid  instantly  replies, 
 *  To-day  thy  parting  soul   shall  be 
 With  me  in  Paradise.' 
 
 10.     8,8,6. 
 
 AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awfnl  sound, 
 My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
 And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
 O'erwhelmM  in  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
 '  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 
 S  A  naz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
 Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 
 For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
 I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain 
 
 *  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 
 S  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
 It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head ; 
 
 I  no  relief  could  find. 
 Thia  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain; 
 *The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind, 
 
 4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll. 
 And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 
 
 A  vast,  unwieldy  load  ; 
 Alas  I  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
 '  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 
 
 5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
 How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 
 
 And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
 Yet  when  I  found  tiiis  truth  remain, 
 
 *  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 I  sink  in  deep  despair. 
 
246  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 6  But  while  I  thus  in  ang-uish  lay, 
 Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 
 
 And  felt  his  pity  move ; 
 The  sinner  hy  his  justice  slain, 
 Now  by  his  grace  '  is  born  again,* 
 
 And  sings  redeeming  love. 
 
 7  To  heaven  tlie  joyful  tidings  flew ; 
 The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 
 
 And  lofty  notes  did  raise  ; 
 All  hail,  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
 UnnumberM  millions  '  born  again,* 
 
 Shall  shout  thine  endless  praise. 
 
 BiGQs'  Collection.]     11, 
 4  WAY,  my  doubts,  begone,  my  fears, 
 -^^  The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appears ; 
 The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
 O  how  delightful  is  the  thought ! 
 The  wonders  of  redeembig  love. 
 When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above, 
 When  first  I  saw  my  Saviour's  face. 
 And  triumph'd  in  redeeming  grace. 
 
 2  Pursue,  my  thoughts,  the  pleasing  theme ; 
 'Twas  not  a  fancy,  nor  a  dream; 
 *Twas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
 And  shah  be  marvUous  in  my  eyes. 
 Long  had  I  mourn'd,  like  one  forgot; 
 Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought ; 
 Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 
 
 And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 
 
 3  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chnng'd  my  dress, 
 And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness ; 
 He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven. 
 
 And  I  rejoiced,  as  if  in  heaven. 
 
 How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise. 
 
 While  glory  shone  before  mine  eyes  I 
 
SPIRJTUAL  SONGS.  247 
 
 How  did  I  sin;r,  from  day  to  day, 
 And  wisli'd  to  sing-  my  soul  away  I 
 
 4  The  world,  with  all  its  pomp,  withdrew, 
 *Twas  less  than  nothing-  in  my  view ; 
 Redeeming-  love  was  all  my  theme, 
 And  life  apjx'ar'd  an  idle  dream. 
 
 I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace  ; 
 I  sang-  my  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
 My  soul  tlien  long'd  to  soar  away. 
 And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 
 
 5  The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combine, 
 To  tejnpt  or  interrupt  my  mind ; 
 
 I  saw,  and  sang  in  joyful  strains, 
 The  monster,  Satan,  bomid  in  chains. 
 Tlicse  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
 The  marv'lous  goodness  of  the  Lord ; 
 O,  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise  I 
 To  tell  the  triumplis  of  his  grace ! 
 
 1-2.     L.  M. 
 
 Trust  and  confidence.     Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 
 A  VV'AY,  my  unbelieving  fear  I 
 -^*-  Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place: 
 My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  ap})ear, 
 
 He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face ; 
 But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go. 
 
 And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
 No ;  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  I 
 
 I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
 3  Although  tJie  vine  its  fruit  deny; 
 
 Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil ; 
 The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die ; 
 
 The  field  elude  the  tiller's  toil ; 
 The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford. 
 
 And  perish  all  the  bleating  race ; 
 Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
 
 The  God  of  my  salvation  oraise. 
 
248 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 ^ 
 
 3  Away,  each  unbelieving"  fear  I 
 
 Let  fear  to  cheering-  hope  give  place.' 
 My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
 
 And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
 Thoug-h  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd 
 
 My  blooming  hopes  cut  oflf  I  see, 
 Still  will  I  in  my  Jesus  trust, 
 
 Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  me 
 
 4  In  hope,  believing  against  hope. 
 
 His  promis'd  mercy  will  I  claim. 
 His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up, 
 
 To  seek  salvation  in  his  name. 
 Soon,  my  dear  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh ; 
 
 My  soul  shall  tlien  outstrip  the  wind, 
 On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
 
 And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
 
 13.     C.  M. 
 
 BACKSLIDERS,  who  your  miseries  feel. 
 Attend  your  Saviour's  call : 
 Return,  he'll  your  backslidings  heal; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 2  Though  crimson  sin  increase  your  guilt. 
 
 And  painful  is  your  thrall ; 
 For  broken  hearts  his  blood  was  spilt; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 3  Take  with  your  words,  approach  his  throne^ 
 
 And  low  before  him  fall ; 
 He  understands  the  spirit's  groan; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 4  Whoever  comes,  he'll  not  cast  out. 
 
 Although  your  faith  be  small; 
 His  faithfulness  you  cannot  doubt; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  249 
 
 Newton.]     14.     10,10,11,11. 
 /  will  trust  and  not  be  afraid.    Isa.  xii,  2. 
 
 BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
 And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 
 By  prayer  let  me  wrestle  and    he  will  per- 
 form ; 
 With  Christ  in  the   vessel,   I    smile    at  Uie 
 storm. 
 
 2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide 
 *Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide : 
 Though    systems    be    broken,  and  creatures 
 
 all  fail, 
 The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 
 
 3  His  love  in  times  past  forbids  me  to  think 
 He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink  ; 
 Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review 
 Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 
 
 through. 
 
 4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
 When,    Satan's   blind    slave,  I  sported  with 
 
 death ; 
 And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  hia 
 
 name, 
 And   thus   far  have   brought  me  to  put  me 
 
 to  shame  ? 
 
 5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress. 
 Temptation  or  pain  ?  he  told  me  no  less ; 
 The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word. 
 Through  much  tribulation    must  follow  the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 6  How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
 Which  he  drank  quite  up  tliat  sinners  might 
 
 live  ! 
 His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 
 
 mine  ; 
 Bid  Jesus  thus  suffer  ?  and  shall  I  repine  7 
 
250  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  mf 
 
 good, 
 The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food ; 
 Though  pamful  at   present,  'twill  cease  be* 
 
 fore  long, 
 And  then,  O,  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 
 
 song. 
 
 15,    L.  M. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  love,  the  grace  of  God, 
 Display'd  in  Jesus'  precious  blood ! 
 My  soul's  on  fire,  it  pants  to  prove 
 The  fullness  of  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Our  God  is  love ;  leap,  O  my  soul ! 
 Let  loud  hosannas  gently  roll; 
 Love  gave  his  son  to  save  our  race, 
 And  Jesus  died,  O  sovereign  grace  I 
 
 3  What  love  has  done,  O  !  sing  around ; 
 Angels,  proclaim  the  eternal  sound; 
 Lord  Jesus  bleeding  on  the  tree — 
 There,  there,  tne  Love  of  God  I  see. 
 
 4  O  look,  and  gaze  !  my  rebel  heart 
 Feels  its  own  hardness  to  depart; 
 Repentance  now  begins  to  roll. 
 
 And  love  in  streams  runs  through  my  sou! , 
 
 5  The  cross  I  view,  O  wondrous  love ! 
 My  fears  expire,  my  guilt  remove, 
 My  native  enmity  is  slain  ; 
 
 I'm  reconcil'd  and  born  again. 
 
 6  By  faith  in  Jesus'  bloody  cross, 
 The  devil's  kingdom  suffers  loss; 
 Crowds  on  their  way  from  sin  to  God, 
 Have  overcome  through  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 7  O,  that  the  world  would  turn  their  eyei^ 
 And  view  the  bleeding  sacrifice; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  251 
 
 Th*  almighty  love  tlial 's  there  display'd. 
 Would  bruise  and  crush  the  serpent's  head. 
 
 8  O,  ho\T  I  long-  to  see  that  hour, 
 
 When  sin  and  death  shall  lose  their  power ; 
 When  all  the  world,  both  £^reat  and  small^ 
 Shall  own  him  sovereign  lord  of  all, 
 
 9  Thou  bleeding  Lamb,  thou  mighty  God, 
 O,  spread  thy  conquest  far  abroad ; 
 Thy  kingdom  come,  thou  great  I  AM, 
 Let  every  knee  bow  to  thy  name. 
 
 10  Shout,  Christians,  shout,  the  Lord  has  come; 
 Prepare,  prepare,  to  make  him  room; 
 On  earth  he  reigns,  we  feel   him  near, 
 The  signs  of  glory  now  appear. 
 
 Fawcett.]     16.     li.  M. 
 
 Tke  Lamb  of  God.    John  i.  29. 
 
 TTJEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
 ■'-^  With  wonder,  gratitude  and  lo>'e ; 
 To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
 
 See  him  descending  from  above. 
 Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid  ; 
 
 He  meekly  bore  tJie  mighty  load; 
 Our  ransom  price   he  fully  paid 
 
 In  groans,  and  tears,  and  sw^eat,  and  bloo<L 
 To  save  a  guilty  world  he  dies  ; 
 
 Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb; 
 To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
 
 And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 
 Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound; 
 
 He  can  the  richest  blessings  give  ; 
 Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 
 
 He  bids  tlie  dying  sinner  live. 
 
252 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee; 
 
 Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
 Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
 From  all  my  wretchedness  and  wo©. 
 
 17.     6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 
 
 The  Jubilee. 
 
 ir>LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
 -■-^  The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
 Let  all  the  nations  know. 
 
 To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return^  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
 
 2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 
 The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
 Redemption  by  his   blood 
 
 Through  all  the  world  proclaim. 
 The  year,  &c. 
 
 3  [Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 
 
 The  heritage  above. 
 Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
 
 The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
 The  year,  &c.] 
 
 4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
 
 Your  liberty  receive : 
 And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
 
 And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
 The  year,  <Silc. 
 
 5  The   gospel-trumpet  hear, 
 
 The  news  of  pard'ning  grace ; 
 Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
 
 Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 
 The  year,  &c 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  253 
 
 6  Jesu?,  our  g^rcat  Iligfh  Priest, 
 Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
 Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 
 
 Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  1 
 The  year,  &,c. 
 
 18,    CM. 
 
 BRETHREN,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell. 
 Since  you  and  I  must  part ; 
 I  go  away  and  liere  you  stay  ; 
 But  still  we  join  in  heart. 
 
 2  Your  love  to  me  has  run  most  free, 
 
 Your  conversation  sweet; 
 How  can  I  bear  to  journey  where 
 With  you  I  cannot  meet. 
 
 3  Yet  I  do  find  my  heart  mclin'd 
 
 To  do  my  work  below ; 
 When  Christ  doth  call,  I  trust   I  shall 
 Be  ready  for  to  go. 
 
 4  I  leave  you  all,  both  great  and  small, 
 
 In  Christ's  encircling  arms ; 
 Who  can  you  save,  from  death  and  grare. 
 And  shield  you  from  all  harms. 
 
 5  I  trust  you'll  pray,  both  ni^ht  and  day, 
 
 (And  keep  your  garments  white,) 
 For  you  and  me,  that  we  may  be 
 The  children  of  the  light. 
 
 6  If  you  die  first,  amen,   you  must ; 
 
 The  will  of  God  be  done; 
 I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward, 
 With  an  immortal  crown. 
 ^  If  I'm  call'd  home,  while  I  am  g'one, 
 Indulge  no  tears  for  me  ; 
 hope  to  smg  and  praise  my  King, 
 Through  ail  eternity. 
 
2bi  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 8  Millions  of  years  over  the  spheres 
 
 Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
 While  beauties  bright  unto  my  sight 
 Their  sacred  sweets  disclose. 
 
 9  I  long  to  go,  then  farewell  woe, 
 ll  I  My  soul  will   be  at  rest ; 
 
 No  more  shall  I  complain  or  sigh. 
 But  taste  the  heavenly  feast. 
 
 19.     7s. 
 
 "ORETHREN,  we  have  met  again, 
 -■-^  Let  us  join  to  pray  and  sing ; 
 Joseph  lives  and  Jesus  reigns, 
 Praise  him  in  the  highest  strains. 
 
 2  Many  days  and  weeks  are  past, 
 Since  we  met  before,  the  last; 
 Yet  our  lives  do  still  remain. 
 Here  on  earth  we  meet  again. 
 
 3  Many  of  our  friends  are  gone 
 To  their' long  eternal  home; 
 They  have  left  us  here  below; 
 Soon  we  after  them  shall  go. 
 
 4  Brethren,  tell  me  how  you  do  ; 
 Does  your  love  continue  true  ? 
 Are  you  waiting  for  your  King, 
 When  he  shall  return  again  ? 
 
 5  If  you  wish  to  know  of  me, 
 How  I  do,  or  what  I  be. 
 Here  I  am,  behold  who  will, 
 Surely  I'm  imperfect  still. 
 
 6  Weak  and  helpless,  blind  and  lame, 
 All  unholy,  all  unclean. 
 
 Much  as  ever,  all  may  see ; 
 Yet  the  Lord  remembers  roe 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  255 
 
 7  Gracious  is  the  Lord,  indeed, 
 To  my  soul,  in  time  of  need  ;  r 
 Surely  lie  hatli  won  my  heart,  V' 
 May  I  choose  him  for  my  part.  ^:, 
 
 8  Jesus  is  our  glorious  King, 
 
 May  our  hearts  be  tun'd  to  sing  ;  ^ 
 
 Praise  him,  love  him  evermore, 
 He  is  the  God  whom  we  adore. 
 
 20.     7s.    doubij:. 
 
 BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
 Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear, 
 Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
 One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
 Forward  then  with  courage  go ; 
 Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 *  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  V 
 
 2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
 Lie  to  take  us  unawares; 
 Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
 Watches  each  unguarded  part; 
 But  from  Satan's  malice  free 
 Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be ; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 *  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  f 
 
 3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
 None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
 None  betray  us  into  sin. 
 
 Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within ; 
 But  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace 
 Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
 Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 •Child,  your  Father  calls — come  homej 
 
256  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 Jones.]    21.     8, 7. 
 T^e  antepast  of  heaven, 
 
 BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  senod 
 And  all  my  passions  capture ; 
 Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine, 
 
 Infusing  warmest  rapture ; 
 I  dive  in  pleasures  deep  and  full, 
 
 In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 
 
 And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 
 
 And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 
 
 2  I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine ; 
 
 I  drink  perpetual  sweetness  ; 
 Mount  Zion's  glories  through  me  shine 
 
 While  Christ  unfolds  his  greatness. 
 No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 
 
 Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them, 
 Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 
 
 Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 
 
 3  My  captivated  spirits  fly 
 
 Through  shining  worlds  of  beauty 
 Dissolv'd  in  blushes,  loud  I  cry. 
 
 In  praises  sweet  and  mighty : 
 And  here  I'll  sing  and  swell  the  stram 
 
 Of  harmony  delighted. 
 And  with  the  millions,  learn  the  Hote« 
 
 Of  saints  in   Christ  united. 
 
 4  The  bliss  that  rolls  tiirough  those   above 
 
 Through  those  in  glory  seated. 
 Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 
 
 Ten  thousand  times  repeated. 
 Darts  through  my  soul  with  radiant  beams. 
 
 Constraining  loudest  praises, 
 O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 
 
 While  all  within  me  blazes. 
 
 5  When  earth  and  seas  shall  be  no  more, 
 
 And  all  their  glory  perish* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  257 
 
 When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine, 
 And  stars  at  midnight  languish ; 
 
 Mj  joys  refinM  shall  brighter  shine, 
 Mount  heaven's  radiant  glory, 
 
 And  tell,  through  one  eternal  day. 
 Love's  all-immortal  story. 
 
 22.    7,6. 
 
 BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  brmg 
 To  my  raptur'd  vision 
 All  th'  extatic  joys  that  spring 
 
 Round  the  bright  elysium  : 
 Lo  I  we  liil  our  longing  eyes ; 
 Break,  ye  intervening  skies ; 
 Son  of  righteousness,  arise  I 
 Open  the  gates  of  paradise  ! 
 
 2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 
 
 Freely  flash  before  him ; 
 Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 
 
 Instantly  adore  him  ; 
 Trumps  angelic  sound  his  fame ; 
 Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
 All  the  music  of  his  name ; 
 Heaven  shall  echo  with  the  theme. 
 
 3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
 
 From  their  princely  station, 
 Skout  his  glorious  victories. 
 
 Sing  the  great  salvation. 
 Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
 Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
 Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
 Holy,  Holy,  Holy  One ! 
 
 4  Hark  I  the  thrilling  symphonies 
 
 Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
 Join  we  too  tlic  holy  lays, 
 Jesus  !  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 
 
^58  ^IRITUAL  SO?^GS. 
 
 Sweetest  sound  in  Seraph's  song, 
 Sweetest  notes  on  mortal  tongue, 
 
 Sweetest  carol  ever  siuig, 
 Jesus  I  Jesus  I — flows  along. 
 
 23,     7s. 
 
 CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King 
 As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
 Sing  yoiu*  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
 Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
 
 2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
 In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
 They  are  happy  now,   and  ye 
 Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
 
 3  O,  ye  banisli'd  seed,  be  glad, 
 Christ  our  advocate  is  made ; 
 Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, 
 Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
 
 4  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest, 
 You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
 There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd. 
 There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
 
 5  P'ear  not,  brethren,  joyfiil  stand 
 On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
 Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
 Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 
 
 6  Lord  I  submissive  make  us  go, 
 Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
 Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
 And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 
 
 24.    L.M. 
 
 /^OME,  all  ye  saints  and  sinners,  near, 
 ^^   Come,  listen  a  while  and  you  shall  hear 
 The  wonders  of  Almighty  Grace, 
 ^'ho  set  me  free  to  sing  his  oraise. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  250 
 
 2  One  glorious  Jesus,  from  the  sky, 
 He  said  to  me,  as  Jie  pass'd  by, 
 
 *  Awake,  arise,  depart  and  fly. 
 Go  hence,  or  you   will  surely  die.* 
 
 3  Mine  eyes  he  open'd   to  behold 
 The  wonders  I  have  never  told ; 
 Heaven  and  hell  I  thought  I  saw, 
 And  my  poor  soul  in   ruin  lay  ! 
 
 4  I  heard  of  Jesus,  many  say, 
 Could  move   a  sinner's  sins  aw^ay ; 
 Where  to  find  him  I  did   not  know, 
 Nor  how  to  meet  with  him  below. 
 
 5  My  flesh  did  war  against  my  soul ; 
 Temptations  did  me  much  control ; 
 The  weeping  saints  I  could  not  slight, 
 Who  sought  their  Jesus  day  and  night. 
 
 6  The  scandal  of  his  cross  I  see  ; 
 That  scandal  it  would  fall  on  me ; 
 But  still  I  thought  I  did  behold, 
 
 I  wanted  Jesus  more  than  gold. 
 
 7  I  laid  me  down  to  take  my  rest. 
 Bemoaning  of  my  dreadful  case  ; 
 
 I  thought  I  would  for  mercy  wait. 
 But  then  I  fear'd  I'd  come  too  late. 
 
 8  I  little  thought  he'd  been  so  nigh ; 
 His  speaking  made  me  laugh  and  cry  • 
 He  said,  '  I'm  come  to  thee  my  love, 
 I  have  a  place  for  you  above.' 
 
 9  This  glorious  news  I  did  believe  ; 
 My  sins  and  sorrows  did   me  leave  ; 
 My  soul  enraptured  in  his  love. 
 
 In  hopes  to  go  with  him  above ; 
 10  There  for  to  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell 
 The  wonders  of  Immanuel ; 
 Whilst  we  shall  join  in  songs  divine, 
 To  praise  him  all  his  saints  comoinc. 
 
260  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 25. 
 
 COME,   all   ye  weary  pilgrims,  who  Bae 
 your  need  of  Christ, 
 Surrounded  by  temptations,  and  by  the  world 
 
 despis'd. 
 Attend  to  what  I  tell  you,  my  exercise  I'll 
 
 show, 
 And  then   you   may  inform  me  if  it  be  so 
 with  you. 
 
 2  Long    time    I   livM    in  darkness,   nor  saw 
 
 my  dangerous  state, 
 And  when    I  was    awaken'd,    I    thought  it 
 
 was  too  late ; 
 A  lost  and  helpless  sinner,  myself  I  plainly 
 
 saw. 
 Exposed  to  God's  displeasure,  condemned  by 
 
 his  law. 
 
 3  I    thought   tlie    brute    creation  were    better 
 
 olF  than  mc ; 
 I  spent  my  days    in    anguish,    no   pleasure 
 
 could  I  see ; 
 Thro'  deep  distress  and  sorrow  my  Saviour 
 
 led  me  on, 
 Reveal'd  to  me    his    love,    when    my  hope 
 
 were  almost  gone. 
 
 4  When  first  I  was  deliver'd,  I  scarcely  could 
 
 believe 
 That  I,  so  vile  a  sinner,  such  favours  should 
 
 receive  ; 
 Although    his    solemn  praises  were  flowing 
 
 from  my  tongue. 
 Yet   fears    were    oft    injected,    that    still    ] 
 
 might  be  wrong. 
 
 5  But   soon    those    fears   were    banish'd,    an« 
 
 tears  began  to  flow. 
 To   think    so  vile   a    sinner   should  be   bo 
 loved  so ! 
 
 i 
 
SnRITUAL  SONGS.  361 
 
 I  thought  my  trials  over,  and  all  my  troubles 
 
 gone ; 
 Th&t  joy,  and  peace,    and    pleasure,    should 
 
 be  my  lot  alone. 
 
 6  But    now    I    find    a    warfare,   which    often 
 
 brings  me  low. 
 The  world,   the    flesh,    and   Satan,   they  do 
 
 beset  me  so, 
 Can  one,  who    is   a  Christian,  have  such  a 
 
 heart  as  mine? 
 I  fear  I  never  felt  the  effects  of  love  divine 
 
 7  When  I  behold    young  converts,  how  swifl 
 
 they  travel  on  ; 
 How  shining  their  examples,    their  witness 
 
 like  the  sun, 
 How  bold   they  speak   for  Jesus,  how   dear 
 
 they  love  his  name  ; 
 Though    they  are  my  delight,    yet  they  filJ 
 
 my  soul  with  shame. 
 
 8  I  often  find  I  am  backward  to  do  my  Mas- 
 
 ter's will, 
 Or  else  I  vrant  the  glory  of  what  I  do  fulfil; 
 In  duty  I  am  weak,  and  alas  !  I  often  find 
 A   hard,    deceitful    heart,    and    a    wretched 
 
 wandering  mind, 
 
 9  Sure   others    do  not   feel  what   is  often  felt 
 
 by  me ; 
 Such  trials    and    temptations    perhaps    they 
 
 never  see  ; 
 For  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners,    I  freely  own 
 
 with  Paul, 
 Or  if  I  am  a  saint,  I  am  the  least  of  all. 
 10  And  new  I  have  related  what  trials  I  have 
 
 s<.en, 
 Perhaps  my  brethren  know  what  such  sore 
 
 temptations  mean ; 
 
262  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 I^e  told    you    of  my  conflicts,  believe,  my 
 
 friend,  'tis  true, 
 And  now  you  may  inform  me,  if  it  be  thua 
 witli  you. 
 
 I 
 
 26. 
 
 COME,    all    you  who   ever    have    mere/ 
 obtain'd, 
 Tlie  hopes  of  salvation  and  pardon  regained ; 
 Come,  and  join    in    an    anthem,  let  praises 
 
 resound. 
 And    tell    all    around    you,    what    treasures 
 you've  found. 
 
 9  When  sin,  like  a  mountain  of  guilt  and  of 
 
 weight, 
 My  soul  fill'd  with  horror,  to  view  her  sad 
 
 state  ; 
 On  the  banks  of  destruction,  bewailing  my 
 
 case, 
 No  hopes  of  obtaining  the  favours  of  grace  : 
 
 3  Alone  in  the  valley  I  roll'd  in  despair. 
 Where  no  mortal    being    my  sorrows  could 
 
 hear  ; 
 Like  a  wretch  in  destruction,  to  horror  con- 
 
 sign'd. 
 No  hopes  tliat  I  ever  my  Saviour  could  find  : 
 
 4  When  deeply  bewailing,  quite    lost  and  un- 
 
 done, 
 To  think  what  a  distance  from  God  I  had  run, 
 Whose    mercy  prcserv'd    me,    and  kept  me 
 
 from  hell, 
 Behold,  what  a  wender  no  mortal  can  tell  I 
 
 §  When  crying  for  mercy,  all  prostrate  in  dust 
 If  damn'd,  I  must  own  that  the  sentence  is 
 just, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  263 
 
 Till  a  voice  bids  me  hearken,   my  sorrows 
 
 to  cease, 
 '  Thy  sins  are  forgiven  ;  arise,  go  in  peace/ 
 
 6  Like  a  captive  dcliver'd  from    bondage  and 
 
 pain. 
 Who  long  in  a  dungeon  of  darkness  had  lain ; 
 Whilst  the  woods  and  the  valleys  with  praises 
 
 did   ring. 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  Priest  and  my  King. 
 
 7  Adieu  to  the  world  and  its  foolish  delights ; 
 No  longer  your  pleasure  my  passion  invites ; 
 No,  I'U  follow  my  Jesus,  who  freedom  can 
 
 give  ; 
 I  am  bound  for  to  praise  liim  as  long  as  I 
 live. 
 
 8  When  time  rolls  around,  and  eternity's  near  ; 
 When  Gabriel's  loud  voice    like    a  trumpet 
 
 you  hear  ; 
 When  the  saints  and  the  angels  all  join  for 
 
 to  sing, 
 Witii  loud  hallelujahs  we'll  make  heaven  ring. 
 
 27. 
 
 COME  all  ye  jx^ople,  of  every  nation. 
 Come  listen  awhile  and   I'll  relate 
 The  wonders  of  my  sad  condition. 
 And  how  I  travell'd  from  that  state, 
 
 2  I  was  born  blind,  to  sin  inclin'd. 
 
 As  all  the  race  of  Adam  were ; 
 FuU  sLxteen  years  I  was  much  delighted 
 In  civil  mirth,  and  void  of  fear. 
 
 3  One  time,  unthoughted,  I  went  to  meeting 
 
 And  heard  a  woman  relating  there, 
 Her  travel  from  her  dreadful  station. 
 And  how  she  came  the  Lord  to  fear. 
 
264  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4  I  saw  while  she  was  thus  relating", 
 
 The  awful  state  that  I  was  in; 
 I  saw  my  soul  was  unconverted, 
 And  always  had  been  dead  in  sin* 
 
 5  Then  I  began  to  think  of  praying, 
 
 And  trying  for  to  seek  the  Lord ; 
 But  still  my  soul  was  much  distressed 
 Before  I  unto  Jesus  cried. 
 
 6  Then  I  began  to  seek   for  pardon, 
 
 And  cry  to  God  my  soul  to  save, 
 I  left  my  ways  of  light  diversion 
 And  then  God's  mercy  I  did  crave. 
 
 7  My  sins  began  like  pointed  mountains, 
 
 To  stand  against  me  every  day ; 
 My  sins  I  often  was  recomiting, 
 But  all  in  vain  my  grief  to  allay. 
 e  One  night,  while  thinking  on  the  Saviour, 
 And  what  he'd  done  for  sinful  man, 
 I  thought  myself  was  out  of  favour, 
 And  ne'er  his  goodness  should  obtain. 
 9  ]\Iount  Sinai's  thunder  roar'd  against  me, 
 Not  only  for  my  outward  sin, 
 But  in  my  heart  I  saw  a  fountain. 
 Which  made  my  actions  all  unclean 
 
 10  I  saw  myself  justly  condemn'd, 
 
 Ajid  thought  my  soul  to  hell  must  go ; 
 But  still  I  cried  thy  mercy  extend, 
 
 And  make  my  soul  thy  goodness  know 
 
 11  While  I  was  thus  desiring  a  fountain. 
 
 Those  words  witli  power  did  run  througi 
 me; 
 Well  Christ  remembers  Calvary's  mountain^ 
 Nor  lets   his  saints  forgetful  be. 
 
 12  On  then  by  faith  I  thought  I  Wcw*d  him. 
 
 As  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree; 
 
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 Oh  then  my  soul  was  much  uplifted  j 
 I  then  believed  he  died  for  me. 
 13  Come,  Christians,  join  with  me  in  praising 
 The  blessed  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  while  I'm  living. 
 And  after  death  eternally. 
 
 2S. 
 
 COME,  all  ye  mourning  souls. 
 Who  rest  in  Jesus'  love. 
 Who  set  your  whole  affections 
 
 On  things  that  are  above; 
 Come  let  us  join  together. 
 
 And  hand  in  hand  go  on, 
 Until  we  come  to  Canaan, 
 
 Where  we  no  more  shall  mourn 
 %   Behold  how  Satan  rages. 
 
 Temptations  do  abound. 
 The  strongest  persecutions 
 
 Beset  us  all  around; 
 Our  friends  they  all  forsaKe  us. 
 
 They  count  us  base  and  mean. 
 Because  we  love  the  name  of 
 
 The  despised  Nazarene. 
 
 3  To  all  created  comforts. 
 
 We  freely  bid  farewell; 
 By  faith  we  view  the  mansion 
 
 Where  we  shall  shortly  dwell. 
 Our  Saviour  he  invites  us, 
 
 And  reaches  out  a  crown ; 
 To  guard  and  to  protect  us, 
 
 The  angels  wait  around. 
 
 4  A  few  more  days  of  sorrow. 
 
 And  Christ  will  call  us  home 
 To  walk  the  golden  streets  of 
 The  New  Jerusalem. 
 M 
 
286  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.^ 
 
 Until  that  glorious  hour. 
 
 Let 's  patiently  endure  ; 
 If  we  continue  taitliful, 
 
 We  know  tlie  prize  is  sure. 
 5  Adieu  to  old  compKinions  ; 
 
 We  disregard  your  frowns ; 
 On  all  your  sinful  courses, 
 
 W^ith  pity  we  look  round ; 
 Fain  would  we  take  you  with  us; 
 
 But  if  you  won't  comply, 
 We  leave  you  all  to  Jesus, 
 
 And  to  his  bosom  fly. 
 
 29.     7s. 
 
 /^OME  and  taste,  along  with  me, 
 "-^  Consolation  running  free. 
 From  our  Father's  gracious  throne, 
 Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 
 
 2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone  ? 
 Mourning  souls  tliere  yet  is  room; 
 Converts  ever  coming  will 
 Make  the  banquet  sweeter  still 
 
 8  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door 
 Asking  for  a  little  more ; 
 Jesus  gives  a  double  share; 
 Still  I  am  a  gleaner  there. 
 
 4  My  old  nature  doth  its  best 
 To  deprive  my  soul  of  rest ; 
 But  I've  treasures  coming  in. 
 Which  are  opposite  to  sin. 
 
 5  Sinful  nature,  prone  to  vice. 
 Cannot  stop  the  force  of  grace 
 While  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
 And  poor  sinners  to  receive. 
 
 6  Goodness,  running  like  a  stream 
 Through  the  new  Jerusalem, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2li7 
 
 Doth,  by  constant  breaking-  forth. 
 Sweeten  earth  and  heaven  both. 
 
 7  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud 
 In  tlie  praises  of  their  God  ; 
 We,  who  sing  in  faith  below, 
 Soon  to  glory  too  shall  go. 
 
 8  Heaven  's  here,  and  heaven 's  there^ 
 Comforts  flowing  everywhere ; 
 From  our  Father's  gracious  throne 
 Through  the  merits  of  his  Son. 
 
 9  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home. 
 From  the  banquet  of  perfume  ; 
 Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
 Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 
 
 30. 
 
 COME  away  to  the  skies. 
 My  beloved  arise, 
 And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  bom; 
 
 On  this   festival  day, 
 
 Come  exulting  away. 
 And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 
 
 We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
 
 And  treasure  above, 
 Though  our  bodies  continue  below ; 
 
 The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 
 
 We  remember  his  word, 
 And  with  singing  to  Paradise  go. 
 
 For  thy  glory,  we  are 
 
 Created  to  share, 
 Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  dirine; 
 
 Created  again. 
 
 That  our  souls  may  remain, 
 In  time  and  etemitj,  thine. 
 
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 4  With  thanks  wc  approve 
 The  design  of  thy  love, 
 
 Which  hath  join'd  ui  in  Jesus*!  name ; 
 
 So  united  in  heart, 
 
 That  we  never  can  part. 
 Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lainlk 
 
 5  There,  there  at  his  feet. 
 We  shall  joyfully  meet, 
 
 And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ; 
 
 We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres. 
 
 With  the  heavenly  choirs. 
 And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 
 
 6  Hallelujah  we  sing, 
 
 To  our  Father  and  King, 
 And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
 
 Hallelujah  again  ; 
 Sing,  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feek 
 
 7  In  assurance  I  hope. 
 We  to  Jesus  look  up, 
 
 Till  his  banner,  unfurVd  in  the  air, 
 From  our  graves  we  shall  see, 
 And  cry  out,  *  it  is  he,' 
 
 And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 
 
 31. 
 
 COME,  brethren,    and    sisters,   that   \(ym\ 
 my  dear  Lord, 
 I  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word ; 
 What  a  wonder  of  mercy  I  behold  now,  and 
 
 see 
 
 What  a  tender,  kind   Saviour  has   done  fbr| 
 poor  me. 
 8  I  was  led  by  the  devil,  till  lost  and  distress 'd^ 
 I  thought  that  in  torment  I  soon  shookl  Im 
 cast ; 
 
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 No  peace  to  the  wicked,  but  all  miierj, 
 Till    bjr  faitli    I    aaw  Jesus   han^   bleeding 
 for  me. 
 6  '  O  sinners/  said  Jesus,  *  for  you  I  have  died;* 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  replied ; 
 The  guilt  was  remov'd,  my  soul  did  rejoice. 
 The  blood  was  applied,  the  witnessing  Toice^ 
 4  On  my  bended  knees,  before  God  I  did  fall  ( 
 AH  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he  *■  all  in  all ! 
 The  heart  of  tliis  rebel  was  bursted  in  twaii^ 
 To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 
 6  There  was  peace  now  in  hcaren,  and  peac« 
 upon  earth ; 
 The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth : 
 *  Your  sins  are  forgiven,*  my  Saviour  did  say, 
 O,  witness,  kind  heaven,  on   this    my  birth 
 day. 
 Q  My  soul,  it  was  humbled,  I  foil  to  the  ground ; 
 Th«    time    of  refreshing,  at   length  I  haTO 
 
 found : 
 O   Lord,    thou   hast   ravish*d  my  soul  with 
 
 thy  charms; 
 Let  me  die,  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in 
 my  arms. 
 
 3a.     12,8,12,8. 
 
 COME,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  lort  0O8 
 another. 
 And  have  done  for  years  past  and  gone , 
 How  oft  have  we  met  in  that  sweet  hearenly 
 union, 
 TTiat  has  opcn'd  the  way  to  God*s  throne ! 
 With  joy  and  thanksgiving  we'll  praise  him 
 who  lovM  us. 
 While  we're  on  the  bright  ihiAing  W%f  ■ 
 
C:f?0  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Though  we  hef e  part  in  body,  wc*re  bouno 
 for  one  glory, 
 And  bound  for  each  other  to  pray. 
 2  Tliere  's  Jesse  and  josepli,  Elias  and  Mosc^v 
 And  Solomon,  Stephen,  and  John, 
 And  Abraham j  Isaac  and  Jacob  and  David, 
 
 Who  pray'd  as  they  journe3'M  along ; 
 There's    Simeon    and  Annaj    1  don't  know 
 how  mahy, 
 Who    prayM,    and    God   heard   from    his 
 tlirone ; 
 Some    cast    among    lions,    some    bound    Id 
 rough  irons  ; 
 Yet  praises  and  glory  they  sung. 
 8  And  three  of  the  Hebrews,  most  raliant  and 
 faithful. 
 With  courage  went  into  the  flame ; 
 With  praying  and  praising  they  enter'd  the 
 r-v  furnace,  I 
 
 «t«.        Who  trusted  in  Jesus'  name,  I 
 
 Ab  Sampson  was   dying,    he  was    heard  of 
 God  crying. 
 And  Saul,  when  he  fell  by  the  way; 
 See    Gideon    a   marching ; — for  truth  I  nm 
 searching. 
 So  then  to  my  God  I  will  pray. 
 4  Some   tell   us    that  praying,   and   also  that 
 praising, 
 Is  labour  that 's  all  spent  in  vain ;  . 
 But  we  have  the  witness  that  God 's  of  such 
 goodness. 
 From  praying  we  will  not  refrain.  ' 
 There  's  old  father  Noah,  and  ten  thousand  f 
 others. 
 
 Can  witness  that  God  heard  them  pray ; 
 There's   Simeon    and    Hannah,   Paul,  Silai J 
 and  Peter, 
 And  Daniel  and  Jonah  will  say, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  271 
 
 5  That  God,  by  his  ppirit,  and  angels  did  visit 
 
 Their  souls,  when  to  him  they  did  pray ; 
 While  we  go  on  praying,    and    they  go  OD 
 praising, 
 And  glorify  God  on  the  way. 
 God  grant  us  t'  inherit  that   same  praying 
 spirit, 
 While  we  are  here  toiling  below. 
 And  when  we're  done  praying  we  shall  not 
 cease  praising, 
 But  round  God's  bright   throne  we   shall 
 bow. 
 
 6  And  when  we  assemble,  our  Jesus  resemble. 
 
 And  rise  to  enjoy  him  above. 
 To.  see  God  who  lov'd  us,  his  son  who  rc- 
 deem'd  us. 
 
 And  purified  us  with  his   blood. 
 The  spirits  unite  us  and  angels  convey  u« 
 
 Away  to  the  heavenly  land  ; 
 And  then  solemn  praises  eternally  raise. 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  and  tlie  Lamb. 
 
 33. 
 
 COME    children  of  heaven,   and  help  os 
 to  sing 
 Loud   anthems   and    praises,    to   Jesus   our 
 
 King; 
 His  life,  it  was  given,  our  souls  to  redeem, 
 And  bring  us  to  heaven  to  dwell  there  with 
 him, 
 2  Not  angels  in  glory,  nor  cherubs  above. 
 Can  fathom  tlie  fountain  of  infinite  love; 
 Their  wisdom  can't  search   it,  they  cannot 
 
 tell  why 
 .The.  sovereign  of  angels  for  sinners  thould 
 die. 
 
«?2  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  In  the  regions  of  darkness,  death,  sorroWi 
 
 and  pains, 
 We  all  Jay  in  ruin,  in  prison,  and  chains ; 
 But  Jesus  has  bought  us  with  his  preciou* 
 
 blood, 
 Tis  a  ransom  provided  to  bring  us  to  God. 
 
 4  Why,   then,   should  we  wish    to   stay  here 
 
 below. 
 When  rivers  of  pleasure  in  Paradise  flow, 
 Eternally  streaming  in  exquisite  bliss. 
 And  still  we  are  feeling  our  joy  to  increase  7 
 
 5  Then    come,    my   dear    brethen,   count   aQ 
 
 things  but  loss ; 
 Your  treasure's  in  heaven,  don't  shrink  from 
 
 the  cross : 
 Ye  fav'rites  of  heaven,  dear  lambs  of  the  fold, 
 Tho'  devils  surround   you,   be   faithful  and 
 
 bold. 
 
 6  Consider  the  dangers  that  lie  in  your  way. 
 What   snares   and   temptations    in  this  evi] 
 
 day; 
 But  this  we  must  suffer,  and  patient  endure. 
 Till  Jesus  shall  take  us  where  dangers  ore 
 
 o'er. 
 
 7  Then  with   him   in   glory  we   shortly  BhaO 
 
 reign, 
 Deliver'd  from  sorrows,  temptation  and  pain  { 
 To  join  with  the  angels  and  spirits  divine. 
 In  Jesus'  image  eternally  shine. 
 
 8  These  thoughts  make  me  happy,  his  grice 
 
 makes  me   sing, 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  Savi«ur  and  KingI 
 All  glory,  all  glory  to  Jesus  on  high, 
 All  glory,  all  glory,  let  all  the  sdnts  er  % 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  273 
 
 34. 
 
 COME,  friends    and   relations,   let's  join 
 heart  and  hand, 
 The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  hoard  in  our  land ; 
 Let 's  all  walk  togetJier  and  follow  the  sound, 
 And  march  to  the  place  where   redemption 
 is  found. 
 8  Tlie  place  it  is  hidden,  the  place  is  concealM, 
 The  place  it  is  hidden,  until  'tis  rcveal'd ; 
 The  place  is  in  Jesus,  to  Jesus  we'll  go, 
 And  there  find  redemption  from  sorrow  and 
 woe. 
 3  The  place  it  is  hidden,  by  reason  of  sin, 
 Alas,  you  can't  see  the  sad  state  you  are  in  ; 
 You're  blinded,  polluted,  in  prison  and  pain, 
 O,  how  can  such  rebels  redemption  obtain  I 
 I  And  as  you  are  wounded  and  bruised  by  the 
 fall, 
 *  Arise  and  depart  ye,'  for  you  he  doth  call ; 
 And  if  you  are  tempted  to  doubt  or  despair. 
 Then   come   home   to   Jesus,  redemption  is 
 there. 
 0  And  you   my  dear  brethren,  that  love   my 
 dear  Lord, 
 Who've  witness'd  free  pardon  by  faitli  in  his 
 
 w^ord, 
 Let  patience  attend  you,  wherever  you  be ; 
 Your  Saviour  has  purchas'd  redemption  for 
 thee. 
 6  And  when  tlie  archangel  the  trumpet  shall 
 sound. 
 And  wake  all  the  dead  that  sleep  under  the 
 
 ground. 
 The    sound   of  that   trumpet  will  bid  yom 
 
 arise. 
 To   meet   your  redemption  with  love   and 
 surprise. 
 
 M2 
 
2T4  SPIRITUAL  SONGa 
 
 T  O !  then  loving  Jesus  our  souls  will  rcccire» 
 From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve. 
 Then  we   shall  be  perfect,  and  we  shall  be 
 
 free; 
 We*ll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  be. 
 
 8  Redeemed    from    sin,   and    redeemed    from 
 
 death, 
 RedeemM   from   corruption,   redeemM   from 
 
 the  earth, 
 RedeemM   from   damnation,   redeem'd   from 
 
 all  woe, 
 We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  ga 
 
 9  Redeemed  from  sin,  and  redeem'd  from  di^ 
 
 distress. 
 The   fruits    of  redemption   no    tongue  can 
 
 express  : 
 Redemption  be  ascribed  to  Jesus's  love ; 
 We  '11   sing   of  redemption   in   the   heavens 
 
 above. 
 
 35. 
 
 COME,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice, 
 In  hope  that  we  shall  hear  thy  voioe^ 
 Shall  one  day  see  our  God, 
 Shall  cease  from  all  our  painful  strife. 
 Handle  and  taste  the  Word  of  Life, 
 And  feel  the  sprinkled  blood. 
 2  Let  us  not  always  make  our  moan. 
 Nor  worship  thee  a  God  unknovv^n; 
 
 But  let  us  live  to  prove 
 Thy  people's  rest,  thy  saints'  delight. 
 The    lengtli,   and    breadth,   and   deptli,  ataO 
 height. 
 Of  thy  redeeming  love. 
 ,    Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope. 
 We  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  lop 
 See  all  the  land  below : 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  37* 
 
 RiTcrs  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
 And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 
 
 In  endless  plenty  grow. 
 A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
 Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 
 
 With  every  blessing  blest ; 
 TTiere  dwells  the  Lord,  our  rightcousncas, 
 And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peaco 
 
 And  everlasting  rest. 
 O,  wlien  shall  we  at  once  go  up. 
 Nor  this  side  Jordan  longer  stop. 
 
 But  the  good  land  possess  ? 
 When  shall  we  end  our  legal  yezirs. 
 Our  sorrows,  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fetin^ 
 
 A  howling  wilderness  ? 
 O,  dearest  Joshua  I  bring  us  in  : 
 Display  thy  grace,  forgive  our  sin. 
 
 Our  unbelief  remove  ; 
 Tlie  heavenly  Canaan,  Lord,  divide. 
 And  O,  with  all  the  sanctified, 
 
 Give  us  a  lot  above. 
 
 Newton.]     36.     Vs, 
 Atk  xehat  I  shall  give  thee.     1  Kingi  lii.  5 
 
 COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
 Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
 
 He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
 
 Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay, 
 Q  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
 
 Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
 
 For  his  grace  and  power  are  luch. 
 
 None  can  ever  ask  tpo  much. 
 8  With  my  burden  I  begin ;  ** 
 
 Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
 
 Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  npilt, 
 
 Set  my  conscience  free  from  gmiL 
 
276  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4  Lord,  I  come  to  Ihee  for  rest. 
 Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
 
 There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
 And  without  a  rival  reign. 
 
 5  As  the  image  in  the  glass, 
 Answers  the  beliolder's  face  ; 
 Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
 Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 
 While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
 
 Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 
 As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
 Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
 "^  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do. 
 Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
 Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 
 Let  me  live  thy  people's  death. 
 
 37.    CM. 
 
 COME  my  dear  friends,  and  mourn  with 
 me. 
 In  my  afflicted  state ; 
 I  am  bereav'd,  as  you  may  sec, 
 Of  my  dear  loving  mate. 
 2  Her  heart  was  bound  with  mine  in  loTOi 
 Good  works  for  to  maintain  ; 
 But  she  is  gone  to  Christ  above, 
 For  ever  there  to  reign. 
 S  Why  do  you  mourn,  (perhaps  you'll  sajj 
 Since  God  hath  thought  it  best 
 To  take  her  soul  from  earth  away, 
 To  its  eternal  rest  ? 
 4  *Tis  for  my  loss  that  I  complain  ; 
 But  I  will  mourn  no  more. 
 Since  my  great  loss  is  but  her  gain- 
 She 's  found  the  heavenly  shore. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  277 
 
 5  Mj  loss  is  g^reat,  to  lose  my  mate ; 
 
 I  'm  like  the  lonesome  dove  ; 
 I  Ml  go  alone,  and  sigh,  and  mourn 
 My  dear,  my  absent  love. 
 
 6  My  children  cry,  no  mother  by, 
 
 To  dandle  on  the  knee  ; 
 Tlie  brcacli  is  g^reat,  it  doth  create 
 Much  grief,  as  all  may  see. 
 
 7  But  I  do  find  my  heart  inclined 
 
 To  lean  upon  the  Lord, 
 Who  doth  me  bless  in  my  distressi 
 And  doth  his  help  afford. 
 
 8  His  presence  sure,  makes  me  endure 
 
 Severest  trials  now  ; 
 God  sends  the  cross,  a  heavy  loss. 
 My  stubborn  will  to  bow. 
 
 9  Since  it  is  so,  let  sorrows  go ; 
 
 My  God  hath  sent  his  rod  ; 
 He  doth  his  will,  I  must  be  still, 
 AiKi  know  that  he  is  God. 
 
 Hart.]     3§, 
 A  dialogue  between  a  believer  and  his  »<mL 
 
 BKUEVER. 
 
 COME,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try. 
 For  a  little  season. 
 Every  burden  to  lay  by ; 
 
 Come,  and  let  us  reason. 
 What  is  this  that  casts  thee  down  T 
 Who  are  those  that  grieve  thee  7 
 Speak,  and  let  tlie  worst  be  known ; 
 Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 ^  Oh!   I  sink  beneath  the  load 
 Of  my  naturc^s  evil ; 
 
tBB  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Full  of  enmity  towards  God, 
 
 CaptirM  by  the  devil, 
 Restlese  as  the  troubled  seas. 
 
 Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
 PlagfuM  with  ev'ry  sore   disease, 
 .    How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 3  Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bort 
 
 In  the  gloomy  garden, 
 Sweating  blood  at  ev'ry  pore, 
 
 To  procure  thy  pardon. 
 See  him  stretch'd  upon  the  wood. 
 
 Bleeding,  grieving,  crying, 
 Suif 'ring  all  the  wrath  of  God, 
 
 Groaning,  gasping,  dying ! 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 4  This,  by  faith,  I  sometimes  view. 
 
 And  those  views  relieve   me ; 
 But  my  sins  return  anew  ; 
 
 These  are  they  that  griev©  met 
 Oh  !    I'm  leprous,  filthy,  foul. 
 
 Quite  throughout  infected ; 
 Have  not  I,  if  any  soul, 
 
 Cause  to  be  dejected? 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 5  Think  how  loud  thy  dying  Lord 
 
 Cried  out,   *  It  is  finish'd  !* 
 Treasure  up  that  sacred  word 
 
 Whole  and  undiminish'd  : 
 Doubt  not  he  will  carry  on, 
 
 To  its  full  perfection. 
 That  good  work  he  has  begun  ; 
 
 Why,  then,  this  dejection  7 
 
 80UL. 
 
 t  Faith,  when  void  of  works,  it  6/Md 
 This  the  Scriptures  witncis; 
 
spiHrruAL  soNca  170 
 
 And  what  works  have  I  to  plead, 
 
 Who  am  all  unfitness  ? 
 All  my  pow'rs  are  depravM, 
 
 Blind,  perverse,  and  filthy  ; 
 If  fi-om  death  I'm  fully  sar'd. 
 
 Why  am  I  not  healthy  ? 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 7  Pore  not  on   thyself  too  long. 
 
 Lest  it  sink  thee  lower ; 
 Look  to  Jesus,  kind  as  strong", 
 
 Mercy  join'd  with  power, 
 Ev'ry  work  that  thou  must  do. 
 
 Will  thy  gracious  Saviour 
 For  thee  work,  and  in  thee  too, 
 
 Of  his  special  favour. 
 
 8  Jesus'  precious  blood  once  spilt, 
 
 I  depend  on  solely 
 To  release  and  clear  my  guilt; 
 But  I  would  be  holy. 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 He  that  bought  thee  on  the  crosa, 
 
 Can  control  thy  nature, 
 Fully  purge  away  thy  dross. 
 
 Make  thee  a  new  creature, 
 
 SOUL, 
 
 9  That  he  can,  1  nothing  doubt» 
 
 Be  it  but  his  pleasure. 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Though  it  be  not  done  throughout 
 May  it  not  in  measure  ? 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 When  that  measure,  far  from  greali 
 Stili  shall  seem  decreasing? 
 
1^  SPIRITUAL  SONG& 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Faint  not  then,  but  pray  and  wsit. 
 Never,  never  ceasing. 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 10  What  I  when  prajer  meets  no  regard? 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Still  repeat  it  often. 
 
 SOlfL. 
 
 But  I  feel  myself  so  hard. 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Jesus  will  thee  soften. 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 But  my  enemies  make  head. 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Let  them  closer  drive  thee. 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 But  I'm  cold,  I*m  dark,  I*m  dead, 
 
 BELIEVER. 
 
 Jesus  will  revive  thee. 
 
 Vardeman.]     39. 
 
 COME,  now  my  dear  brethren,  and  help 
 me  to  sing-, 
 The  wonderful  goodness  of  Jesus,  our  King ; 
 We'll  sing  of  his  mercy,  rejoice  in  his  grace. 
 In  saving  poor  sinners  of  Adam's  lost  race 
 
 2  In  the  year  of  our  Lord  eighteen  hundred 
 
 and  ten. 
 When  darkness   and  folly  reign'd   much  in 
 
 our    land, 
 It  pleas'd  the  good  Shepherd  to  visit  his  fold. 
 And  cause  his  dear   saints  in  his  name  to 
 
 grow  bold. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONCa  251 
 
 9  With  joy  mixM  with   sorrow,   O!   then  we 
 
 did  see 
 Our  neighbours  and  children  a-bowing  the 
 
 knee, 
 And    pleading  for   mercy,  to    God  and  the 
 
 Lamb, 
 While  saints  were  engaged  in  imploring  the 
 
 same. 
 
 4  But   Jesus,  the  Saviour,   soon  garc  them  to 
 
 sec 
 His  tragical  sufTrings  for  them  on  the  tree, 
 Which    purchased    their    pardon,    redeemM 
 
 them  from  woe, 
 That    tliey,  through   his  merits,   to    heaTen 
 
 might  go. 
 
 5  With  singing,  to  Zion  they  then  did  repair, 
 With  hearts   full  of  joy,  the  good   news  to 
 
 declare  ; 
 T^le  saints  were  delighted  to  hear  the  glad 
 
 sound, 
 TTiat  poor  guilty  sinners  their  Saviour  had 
 
 found. 
 
 6  And  being  instructed  in  God*s  holy  word. 
 They  humbly  now  take  up  the  cross  of  theif 
 
 Lord ; 
 And    parents    and    children    now  join  hand 
 
 and  heart. 
 To  serre  God  together — O  I    may  we   nc*ef 
 
 part 
 
 J  Let  us  love  one  another  as  brethren,  below. 
 And  when  Jesus  calls  us,  to  heaven  we'll  go, 
 And  join  the  bright  armies  of  saints  round 
 
 the  throne. 
 To  praise  the    dear  Saviour  for  all  he  had 
 
 done. 
 
jjfUft  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 8  And  now,  O  I  dear  sinnera,  to  you  I  4o  caH, 
 With  tears,   pain^  and   sorrow,  I  view  your 
 
 sad  fall  \ 
 Your  arms  of  rebellion  lay  down  at  his  call. 
 He'll    pardon   and  bless   you,  and  save  yo« 
 
 withal. 
 
 9  And  you,  poor  dear  mourners,  who  see  your 
 
 lost  state, 
 With  hearts  almost  broken,  lament  your  sad 
 
 fate ; 
 Look  up  to  the  Saviour,  and  in  him  believe ; 
 He  is  able  and  willing  your  souls  to  receive, 
 10  O,  tarry  no  longer,  yourselves  to  prepare; 
 Come  guilty  and  filthy,  come  just  as  you  are ; 
 His  blood  it  has  virtue,  your  guilt  to  atone ; 
 To    the  vilest  of  sinners,   he  says   there  is 
 
 room* 
 
 40. 
 
 COME,  now,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  yon 
 farewell, 
 I'm  going  to  travel  to  preach  the  gospel; 
 I'm  going  to  travel  the  wilderness  through. 
 Therefore,    my    dear    bretliren,    I    bid   you 
 adieu. 
 8  To  think  of  our  parting  doth   cause  me  to 
 grieve. 
 So  well  I    do   love   you,    yet   you   I    must 
 
 leave ; 
 My  Jesus  commands  me,  and  I  must  obey. 
 Therefore    my  dear    brethren,    don't  grievo 
 ailer  me. 
 
 '  8^  May    heaven    protect   you,   be   Jesus   your 
 ^  guide ; 
 
 ■•**  In  the  wav  of  our  Zion,  may  you  all  abide ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  283 
 
 Though  we  live  at    &    distance,    and  you  I 
 
 ne'er  see, 
 On  the  banks  of  sweet  Canaan    acquainted 
 
 we'll  be. 
 
 4  Tliere    all    tliing-s    are    plenty,    the    Icarc* 
 
 growing"  green, 
 And  tiie  parting  of  Christians  no  more  will 
 
 be  seen  ; 
 No  troubles  nor  trials  shall  enter  that  plaCe, 
 But  there  we  shall  join  in   a  song  of  free 
 
 grace. 
 
 5  Farewell  to  all  sorrow,  temptation  and  pair>, 
 I'm  going  where  Jesus  for  ever  doth  reign ; 
 I'm  going  to  Jesus,  'tis  him  I  adore, 
 With    saints    and    bright    angels    to    dwell 
 
 evermore. 
 
 6  And  when  we  meet  Jesus   in  the  mansions 
 
 above. 
 Where  angels  in  glory  are  fiU'd  with  his  lovo, 
 O,    theu    I    shall   look    for  these    mourners 
 
 that 's  here  ; 
 How  glad  we    shall  be,  to  meet  each  othcf 
 
 there! 
 
 41. 
 
 ^^OME  on,  my  partners  in  distress^ 
 ^^  My  comrades  in  the  wilderness, 
 
 Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
 Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears,    ■ 
 And  look  bevond  this  vale  of  tears, 
 
 To  that  celestial  hill. 
 S  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space. 
 Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 
 
 The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
 On  faith's  strong,  eagle  pinions  rise. 
 And  force  your  passage  to  the  akies. 
 
 And.  sc^le  the  mount  of  God. 
 
884  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
 We  shall  before  his  face  appear. 
 
 And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
 To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure. 
 And  all  who  to  the  end  endure 
 
 The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown 
 
 4  Thrice  blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope« 
 It  lifts  the  fainting'  spirits  up, 
 
 It  brings  to  life  the  dead ; 
 Our  conflicts  here  will  soon  be  past, 
 And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last. 
 
 Triumphant  with  our  head. 
 
 5  The  Father  shining  on  his  throne« 
 The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 
 
 The  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
 Conspire  our  raptures  to  complete ; 
 And  lol  we  fall  before  his  feet. 
 
 And  silence  heightens  heaven. 
 
 6  In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
 Jesus,  we  now  sustain  thy  cro»», 
 
 And  at  tliy  footstool  fall ; 
 Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal. 
 Till  thou  our  ravish'd  spirits  fill» 
 
 And  God  is  all  in  all. 
 
 7  That  great,  mysterious  Deity, 
 We  soon  with  oi>en  face  shall  lee 
 
 The  beatific  sight ; 
 Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  pral» 
 And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blazo 
 
 Of  everlasting  light. 
 
 49. 
 
 COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  ma  to& 
 The  wonders  of  Immaiyukl  ; 
 Who  saved  mc  from  a  burning  hell. 
 And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwW]« 
 And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONG&  285 
 
 8  When  Jesus  from  his  throne  on  high. 
 Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 
 He  lookM  on  me  with  pitying"  eye. 
 And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
 With  God  you  have  no  union. 
 
 3  TTien  I  began  to  weep  and  cry; 
 
 I  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly ; 
 It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die; 
 I  strore  salvation  for  to  buy  ; 
 But  still  I  had  no  union. 
 
 4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sins, 
 My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in  ; 
 
 And  with  his  blood  he  washM  me  cleai^ 
 And  O,  what  seasons  have  I  seen, 
 Oft,  since  I  felt  this  union  I 
 
 5  I  praised  the  Lord,  both  night  and  day. 
 And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
 And  if  I  met  one  on  tlie  way, 
 
 I  found  IM  always  something  to  say, 
 
 About  this  heavenly  union. 
 (J  I  wonder  why  the  saints  don't  sing. 
 And  praise  the  Lord  upon  tlie  wing, 
 And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
 With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 
 
 Who  brought  them  to  this  union. 
 
 7  Come,  O  backsliders  I  come  away, 
 And  mind  to  do,  as  well  as  say. 
 And  learn  to  watch,  as  well  as  pray, 
 And  bear  your  cross,  from  day  to  day, 
 
 And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 
 
 8  We  soon  shall  quit  all  things  below, 
 And  leave  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe ; 
 And  then  we  will  to  glory  go, 
 
 And  there  we'll  see,  and  hear,  and  knoVt 
 And  feel  this  perfect  union. 
 
296  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 9  Come,  heaven  and  earth,  unite  your  layi^ 
 And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise ; 
 And,  O  my  soul,  look  on  and  g'aze, 
 He  bleeds,  he  dies,  your  debt  he  pays, 
 And  gives  you  heavenly  union. 
 
 10  O,  could  I,  like  an  angel,  sound 
 Salvation  through  the  earth  around. 
 The  deviPs  kingdom  to  confound, 
 I'd  triumph  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
 
 And  spread  this  heavenly  union. 
 
 11  Help  us,  O  Lord,  thy  name  t'  adore 
 And  publish  round  Columbia's  shore. 
 The  hills  and  valleys  to  explore, 
 
 Till  nations,  tongues  and  kindred  o'er, 
 Join  in  this  blessed  union. 
 
 43. 
 
 COoME,    soldiers   of  Jesus,    awake    from 
 your  sleep; 
 The    trav'llers    to   Zion,    how   slowly    they 
 
 creep ! 
 The  wicked  outrun  us,  in  their  sinful  way, 
 Who   serve   the  worst   master,    and   hell  is 
 their  pay. 
 
 2  Our  Jesus  invites  us,  in  mercy's  sweet  voice  ; 
 'Tis  nmsic  so  charming,  we    all  should  re- 
 joice. 
 
 And  leave  all  behind  us,  and  fly  to  his  arms, 
 Though    sinners   reject  him,  for  stores  and 
 for  farms. 
 
 3  Remember    you're   passing    from   life    unto 
 
 death, 
 A  few  scenes   remaining,  will   finish   your 
 breath ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  23^ 
 
 Your  friends  will  desert  you,  in  yoVtf  dusty 
 
 bed, 
 And  pass  by  your  dwelling"  with  a   solemn 
 
 dread. 
 
 4  How  blest   are    the    spirits,   whom    angels 
 
 convey 
 To  regions  of  glory,  where  always  'tis  day. 
 To  dwell  with   sweet   Jesus,    bright  angels 
 
 and  saints, 
 Wliere  all  are  so  happy,  they  have  no  com- 
 plaints ! 
 
 5  With  gladness    they  leave    all   tilings    here 
 
 below, 
 For   heavenly   treasure,    which    they    there 
 
 enjoy  ; 
 Their  bodies  may  moulder  and    crumble  to 
 
 dust. 
 Till  the  resurrection  of  just  and  unjust. 
 
 6  But  when  Gabriel   sounds   the  dread,  sliriD 
 
 alarm, 
 He'll  call  all  the  righteous  to  Jesus's  arm  ; 
 With   shouts    all   triumphing,    their   bodies 
 
 shall  rise. 
 And  fly  to  meet  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  the  skies. 
 
 Hart.]     44.     8,  7. 
 ^^OME,  yc  Christians,  sing  tlie  praises 
 ^^  Of  your  condescending  God ; 
 Come,  and  hymn  the  blessed  Jesus, 
 
 Who  hath  wash'd  us  in  his  blood. 
 We  are  poor,  and  weak,  and  silly. 
 
 And  to  every  evil  prone ; 
 Yet  our  Jesus  loves  us  freely. 
 
 And  receives  us  for  his   own. 
 2  Though  we're  mean  in  man's  opinion. 
 
 He  hath  made  us  priests  and  kings; 
 
989  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Power,  and  glory,  and  dominion, 
 To  the  Lamb,  the  sinner  sings. 
 
 Leprous  souls,  unsound  and  filthy, 
 Come  before  him  as  you  are; 
 
 'Tis  the  sick  man,  not  the  hejJthy, 
 Needs  the  good  Physician's  care. 
 
 3  Hear  the  terms  that  never  vary: 
 
 *To  repent  and  to  believe,' 
 Both  of  these  are  necessary ; 
 
 Both  from  Jesus  we  receive. 
 Would-be  Christian,  duly  ponder 
 
 These  in  thine  impartial  mind ; 
 And  let  no  man  put  asunder, 
 
 What  the  Lord  has  wisely  joined. 
 
 4  O !  beware  of  fondly  thinking 
 
 God  accepts  thee  for  thy  tears; 
 Are  the  shipwreck'd  savM  by  sinkuL^ 
 
 Can  the  ruinM  rise  by  fears  ? 
 O  I  beware  of  trust  ill-grounded  ; 
 
 *Tis  but  fancied  faith  at  most, 
 To  be  cur'd  and  not  be  w^ounded; 
 
 To  be  sav'd  before  you're  lost. 
 
 5  No  big  words  of  ready  talkers. 
 
 No  dry  doctrine  will  suffice ; 
 Broken  hearts,  and  humble  walkers^ 
 
 These  are  dear  in  Jesus'  eyes. 
 Tinkling  sounds  of  disputation. 
 
 Naked  knowledge,  all  are  vain; 
 Every  soul  that  gains  salvation. 
 
 Must  and  shall  be  born  again. 
 
 Hart.]     45. 
 
 Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ. 
 
 COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched^ 
 Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sere^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2S9 
 
 Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
 Full  of  pity  joinM  witii  power; 
 
 He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
 
 He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
 
 2  Ho !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
 
 God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
 True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
 
 Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 
 Without  money,  without  money. 
 
 Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
 
 3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger. 
 
 Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
 All  the  fitness  he  requireth. 
 
 Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 
 This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you, 
 
 *Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 
 
 4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
 
 Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
 If  ye  tarry  till  you're   better, 
 
 You  will  never  come  at  all. 
 Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 
 
 Sinners,  Jesus  cajne  to  call. 
 
 5  View  him  grov'l.Ung  in  tlie  garden; 
 
 Lo  I    your  ]Maker  prostrate  lies ; 
 On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him. 
 
 Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
 *  It  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd  I' 
 
 Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice? 
 
 6  Lo !   th'  incarnate  God  ascended. 
 
 Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood : 
 Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly — 
 
 Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 
 None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 
 
 Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
 
 7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  conce.''*, 
 
 Sing  tlie  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
 N 
 
290  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 
 Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  ! 
 
 Hallelujah !    hallelujah  I 
 
 Sinners  here  may  sing-  the  same. 
 
 46.     L.  M. 
 /'^OME  ye  that  know  the  Lord  indeed, 
 ^-^   Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
 Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
 And    walk    the    narrow,  happy  road. 
 
 2  Great  tribulations  you  shall  meet, 
 But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street 
 Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite. 
 Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight, 
 
 3  The  happy  day  will  soon  appear. 
 When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
 Sound  through  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell. 
 To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 
 
 4  Behold  the  earth  in  burning  flames  ! 
 The  judge  the  sentence  now  proclaims. 
 On  sinners,  who  are  doom'd  to  hell, 
 In  everlasting  pain  to  dwell. 
 
 6  Beiiold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
 And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 
 Whilst  Christ,  the  Judge,  with  joy  proclaim^ 
 '■  Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  name,s 
 
 6  Ye  everlasting  doors,  fly  wude ! 
 Make  room  for  to  receive  my  bride; 
 Ye  harps  in  heaven  sound  aloud. 
 Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood.' 
 
 7  In  grandeur,  see  the  royal  line. 
 
 In  glitt'ring  robes,  the  sun  outshine  I 
 See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one. 
 And  march  in  splendour  to  the  throne! 
 
SPIRIT L'AL  SONGS.  291 
 
 8  Tiiey  stand  with  wonder  and  look  on^ 
 They  join  in  one  eternal  song-, 
 Tlieir  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
 While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire* 
 
 47.    8,7. 
 B~^ARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 
 -■-^  Througfh  which  {)ilgrims  make  their  way 
 But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow. 
 See  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
 Dear  young-  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 
 
 At  the  troubles  of  the  way ; 
 Meet  the  tempest ;   fight  with  courage ; 
 Ne\er  faint;   you'll  win  the  day. 
 
 2  He,  whose  thunder    shakes  creation  ; 
 
 He  that  made  the  planets  roll ; 
 He  thdt  rides  upon  the  tempest. 
 
 And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole ; 
 Jesus,  Jesus  will  defend  you  ; 
 
 Trust  in  him,  and  him  alone  ; 
 He  has  slied  his  blood  to  save  you, 
 
 And  will  bring-  you  to  his  throne. 
 
 3  There,  on  flow'ry  fields    of  pleasure, 
 
 And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
 Joy,  and  peace,  and  love  shall  ever 
 
 Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast: 
 There  a  million  flaming  seraphs 
 
 Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain  ; 
 Tliere  they  sing  immortal  praises ; 
 
 Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 
 
 4  But,  methinks,  a  sweeter  concert 
 
 Makes  the  crystal  arches  ring; 
 And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 
 
 Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 
 Who  can  paint  those  sons  of  glory, 
 
 Eansom'd  souls  that  dwell  on  high, 
 
292  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Who,  with  golden  harps,  for  ever 
 
 Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 
 5  See  the  heavenly  hosts,  in  rapture, 
 
 Gazing  on  this  shining  band, 
 Wond'ring  at  their  cosily  garments, 
 
 And  the  laurels  in  their  hand  : 
 There,  upon  the   golden  pavement. 
 
 See  the  ransom'd   march  along, 
 While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 
 
 Sweetly  echo  with  their  song. 
 G  Here  I  see  the  under-shepherds, 
 
 And  their  flocks  they  fed  below ; 
 Here,  with  joy  they  dwell   together ; 
 
 Jesus  is  their  shepherd  now. 
 Hail !   ye  happy,  happy  spirits  ! 
 
 Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain  I 
 Glory,  honour,    and  salvation  ! 
 
 Reign,  sweet  Shepherd,  ever  reign. 
 
 D 
 
 Newton.]    4§. 
 
 The    Day  of  Judgment. 
 
 AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  I 
 Hark  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
 Louder  than  a  thousand  thimders, 
 Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ; 
 
 How  the  summons 
 Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 
 
 2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 
 
 Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine ! 
 You  who  long  for  this   appearing. 
 Then  shall  say   '  this  God  is  mine  ;* 
 
 Gracious  Saviour, 
 Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 
 
 3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken. 
 
 Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  293 
 
 All  the  powers  of  nature,  sliaken 
 By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  ; 
 
 Careless  sinner, 
 What  will  then  become  of  thee  7 
 
 4  Horrors,  past  imagination. 
 
 Will  surprise  your  trembling-  heart, 
 When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
 *  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart  I 
 
 Tliou,  with  Satan 
 And  his  angels  have  thy  part.' 
 
 5  Satan  who  now  tries  to  please  you. 
 
 Lest  you  timely  warning  take. 
 When  that  word  is  past,  will  seize  you. 
 Plunge  you  in  the  burning  lake ; 
 
 Think,  poor  sinner. 
 Thy  eternal  all 's  at  stake. 
 
 6  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
 
 Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord,  below, 
 He  will  say,  *  Come  near,  ye  blesse<i. 
 See  the  kingdom  I  bestow; 
 
 You  for  ever 
 Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.* 
 
 7  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches. 
 
 May  this  thought  our  courage  raise ; 
 Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches. 
 Sighs  shall  tlicn  be  changed  to  praise; 
 
 May  we  triumph, 
 When  tlie  world  is  in  a  blaze. 
 
 D 
 
 49. 
 
 A  dying  Saijit^s  farewell. 
 EAR  friends,  farewell,  I  go  to  dweD 
 
 With  Jesus  Christ  on  high ; 
 Tlicre  for  to  sing  praise  to  my  King, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
294  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  While  I've  been  here,  you  have  been  deal, 
 
 I've  always  found  you  kind ; 
 But  now,  through  grace,  I  quit  tliis  ipUc^ 
 And  leave  you  all  behind. 
 
 3  Weep  not  for  me,  for  here  you  see 
 
 My  trials  have  been  great  ; 
 But  now,  'tis  true,  I  bid  adieu, 
 And  change  my  mournful  state. 
 
 4  *Tvvill  not  be  long,  before  the  tlirong 
 
 Will  all  together  be  ; 
 And  you  that  know  the  Lord  below, 
 Shall  then  our  Saviour  see. 
 
 5  There  we  shall  join  in  songs  divine, 
 
 God's  holy  name  shall  praise ; 
 And  view  Christ's  smiles,  forget  the  toils, 
 Of  these  few  evil  days. 
 
 6  There  we  shall  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 
 
 And  in  his  presence  dwell. 
 
 And  him  adore,  for  evermore  ; 
 
 So,  brethren,  now  farewell 
 
 50. 
 
 DEATH,  he  is  the  king  of  terror, 
 And  a  terror  unto  kings ; 
 Oft  he  fills  our  minds  with  horror, 
 
 Telling  us  of  frightful  things ; 
 Lands  of  darkness,  shades  of  silenco. 
 
 Gloomy  vaults,  where  pris'ners  lie ; 
 How  many  thousands  have  been  conquerM; 
 
 You,  alas  !  must  surely  die. 
 *  Don't  you  see,  how  unexpected 
 
 In  my  chariot  I  do  ride  ? 
 Convulsive  fits,  and  pains,  and  sickness, 
 
 Are  the  weapons  by  my  side  ; 
 Deaf  I  am,  to  all  entreaties ; 
 
 When  commission'd    I  must  go; 
 
S1»IRITUAL  SONGS.  295 
 
 With  mortal  paleness  in  my  features. 
 
 Thus  I  give  the  fatal  blow. 
 S  *  You  ne'er  licard  I  spared  an)^ 
 
 Children,  husbands,  or  their  wives  ; 
 Never  was  I  brib'd  by  money  ; 
 
 Physic  could  not  save  their  lives. 
 Kinafdoms,  countries,  nor  tlicir  cities, 
 
 Kings,  their  councils,  nor  their  slaves; 
 There  's  none  of  tliera  I  ever  pitied, 
 
 Soon  I  bring  them  to  their  graves. 
 
 4  '  Tlicre  they  lie  without  distinction. 
 
 Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain; 
 Nor  can  you  without  permission, 
 
 Ever  hope  to  rise  Lgain.' 
 Stop^  O  death  I  don't  boast  of  vict'ry; 
 
 Methinks  I  hear  what  faitJi  can  say, 
 About  one  Jesus,  on  Mount  Calv'ry, 
 
 Who  died,  and  in  the  grave  did  lay. 
 
 5  View  him  rising,  hear  him  saying, 
 
 *  I,  O  death  I  liave  conquer'd  you; 
 Though  your  looks  are  «o  dismaying. 
 
 Yet,  my  saints,  I'll  brinor  them  through.' 
 Thus,  the  souls  that  are  believing, 
 
 May  rejoice  in  Christ,  their  King  ; 
 Death  's  no  more  than  a  black  curtain. 
 
 Drawn  to  let  the  saints  go  in. 
 
 6  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
 
 There  the  weary  are  at  rest ; 
 There  the  saints  will  cease  from  crying, 
 
 There  they  are  divinely  blest ; 
 Free  from  sickness,  free  from  sorrow, 
 
 Free  from  anguish,  care  and  pain, 
 No  dreadful  thoughts  nor  gloomy  horror. 
 
 E'er  shall  frighten  them  again. 
 There  the  saints  sing  hallelujah. 
 
 Are  compkte  in  Christ,  their  King-; 
 
206  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Ask  the  grave  where  is  thy  victory, 
 Where  's  the  boasting  monster's  sting. 
 
 If  sin  be  pardon'd'  through  the  Saviour, 
 Though  the  grave  may  you  annoy, 
 
 Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  pleasure. 
 The  road  to  everlasting  joy. 
 
 51,     7,6. 
 
 T^ROOPDsG  souls  no  longer  grieve ; 
 ■^^  Heaven  is  propitious  ; 
 If  on  Christ  you  do  believe. 
 You  will  find  him  precious. 
 
 2  Now  the  Saviour  passing  by. 
 
 Calls  the  mourner  to  him  : 
 r»3  has  died  for  you  and  me  ; 
 Now  look  up  and  view  him. 
 
 3  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  liis  side, 
 
 Runs  a  healing  fountain 
 See  the  consolating  tide, 
 Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
 
 4  See  the  living  waters  move 
 
 For  the  sick  and  dying  ; 
 Now  resolve  to  know  his  love, 
 Or  to  perish  trying. 
 
 5  Tiie  store  of  grace  is  always  free 
 
 Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
 Jesus  calls,  '  Come  unto  me, 
 *  Weary,  heavy-laden.' 
 
 6  Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high. 
 
 Rise  and  reach  to  heaven  ; 
 Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 
 All  shall  be  forgiven. 
 
 7  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 
 
 I  will  go  unto  him  ; 
 
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 May  he  wash  my  sins  away  ; 
 Oil  I  that  I  could  love  him. 
 
 8  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows ! 
 
 Now  I  know  ;  I  feel  it ; 
 Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 
 Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
 
 9  Jesus'  blood  has  heaPd  my  wounds ; 
 
 Oh  I  the  wondrous  story  I 
 I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found  ; 
 Glory  I  glory  I  glory  I 
 
 to  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name  I 
 Saints  are  bound  to  love  him . 
 Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same, 
 Only  come  and  prove  him. 
 
 52.    CM. 
 
 Xj^  ARTH  has  encrross'd  my  love  too  li  jng 
 -*-^   'Tis  time  I  lifl  mine  eyes 
 Upv/ard,  dear  Father,  to   thy  throne. 
 And  to  my  native  skies. 
 Q  There  the  blest  Max,  my  Saviour,  sits, 
 The  God  ;   how  bright  he  shines  I 
 And  scatters  infinite  delights 
 On  all  the  happy  minds. 
 8  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 
 Circle  the  throne  around, 
 Ajid  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
 Witii  an  immortal  sound. 
 4  Jesus,  tlie  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 
 Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ; 
 Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys. 
 Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 
 g  [Hark  I    how  beyond  the  narrow  bounck 
 Of  time  and  space  they  run, 
 N'2 
 
33  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 And  echo,  in  majestic  sounds. 
 The  Godhead  of  the  Son. 
 
 6  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune. 
 
 And  g-entler  notes  they  play; 
 And  bring  the  Fatlier's  equal  down 
 To  dwell  in  hmnble  clay. 
 
 7  O,  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  I 
 
 (The  God  resides  within ;) 
 His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain, 
 His  soul  without  a  sin. 
 
 8  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn. 
 
 Silent  their  harps  abide  ; 
 Suspended  song^s  a  moment  mourn 
 The  God  that  liv'd  and  died. 
 
 9  Then  all  at  once,  to  living"  strains 
 
 They  summon  ev'ry  chord ; 
 Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains. 
 And  chant  the  rising-  Lord.] 
 
 10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  tlieir  tsong^ 
 
 And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
 My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongfiK 
 Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 
 
 11  I  would  beg-in  the  music  here  ; 
 
 And  to  my  soul  should  rise , 
 O,  for  some  henvenly  notes  to  bear 
 My  passions  to  the   skies  ! 
 
 12  There  ye,  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit; 
 
 There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
 Among-  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
 So  I  might  see  his  face. 
 
 53.    8s. 
 
 ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  o^  distfc^s, 
 Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
 I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 
 And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  20^ 
 
 Dishearten'd  with  waiting"  so  long", 
 I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load; 
 
 All  plaintive,  I  pour  out  my  song;, 
 
 And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 
 
 2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease. 
 
 The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
 And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
 
 Tlie  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 
 Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  tliy  voice  ; 
 
 Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 
 Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  sighs, 
 
 My  g^roanings  that  cannot  be  told. 
 
 3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn. 
 
 My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
 The  billows  more  fiercely  return. 
 
 And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
 While  harrass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight. 
 
 The  tempter  suggests  witli  a  roar, 
 '  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite ; 
 
 Thy  God  will  be  g-racious  no  more.' 
 i  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  designM 
 
 No  covenant  blessing  for  me. 
 Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 
 
 Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  tliee  ? 
 Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 
 
 Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower; 
 Come,  succour  and  gladden   my  heart ; 
 
 Let  til  is  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 
 
 Newton,]     54. 
 The  Beggar.     Matt.  vii.  7,  8. 
 
 ENCOLHAG'D  by  thy  word 
 Of  promise  to  the  poor. 
 Behold  a  beggar.  Lord, 
 
 Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door 
 No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord !   but  lame, 
 Cau  help  or  pity  wants  like  mme. 
 
300  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 
 
 Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
 If  ofFer'd  unto  thee, 
 
 I  know  tliou  wouldst  disdain ; 
 And  pleas  which  move  thy  gracious  ear 
 Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  heax* 
 
 3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 
 
 That   though  I  now  am  poor, 
 Yet  once  there  was  a  day, 
 
 When  I  possessed  more  ; 
 Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth, 
 I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on   earth. 
 
 4  Nor  can  I  dare  profess. 
 
 As  beggars  often  do, 
 Though  great  is  my  distress. 
 
 My  wants  Iiave  been  but  few  ; 
 If  thou  sliould'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve 
 It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 
 
 5  'Twere  folly  to  pretend, 
 
 I  never  bcgg'd  before  ; 
 Or,  if  thou  now  befriend, 
 
 I'll  trouble  thee  no  more ; 
 Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain. 
 And  often  I  must  come  again. 
 
 6  TJiough  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
 
 For  such  a  dog  as  I, 
 No  less  than  children's  food 
 
 My  soul  can  satisfy ; 
 O,  do  not  frown,  and  bid  me  go, 
 I  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 
 
 7  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 
 
 Tiiy  bounty  to  conceal 
 From  others,  who,  like  me. 
 
 Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 
 I'll  tell  tliem  of  tliy  mercy's  store, 
 Aad  try  to  send  a  thousand  more* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  301 
 
 8  Thy  thouglits,  tliou  Oiily  Wise  ! 
 
 Our  thoughts  and  ways  tri^nscend, 
 Far  as  the  arched  skies, 
 
 Above  tlie  earth  extend  :* 
 Such  pleas  as  mine,  men  would  not  bear, 
 But  God  receives  a  beg-gar's  prayer. 
 
 C.  Wesley.]     55.     8,  7. 
 
 EXLISTED  in  the  cause  of  sin. 
 Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
 Music,  alas  I  too  long  has   been 
 
 Press'd  to  obey  the  devil  : 
 Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 
 
 Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing. 
 Widens,  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 
 Down  to  eternal  ruin. 
 
 2  Who,  on  the  part  of  God,  will  rise, 
 
 Imiocent  mirth  recover. 
 Fly  on  the  prey,  and  take  the  prize, 
 
 Plunder  the  carnal  lover, 
 Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 
 
 Of  every  melting  measure. 
 Music  in  virtue's  cause  regain. 
 
 Revive  tlie  holy  pleasure. 
 
 3  Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 
 
 Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 
 This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
 
 This  upon  earth  should  fire  us. 
 Say,  are  your  hearts  in  tune  to  sing  ? 
 
 Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 
 Melody  all  her  strains  may  bring, 
 
 Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 
 
 4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is ; 
 
 His  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 
 Jesus'  name  gives  life  and  peace. 
 Happiness  and  salvation. 
 
 *  Isaiah  lv.8  9 
 
302  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 
 And  show  our  sins  forgiven, 
 
 Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace. 
 And  bear  us  up  to  heaven. 
 
 5  Who  has  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 
 
 Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
 Glad  be  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King, 
 
 And  merry  all  our  voices 
 Who  of  his  love  does  once  partake, 
 
 He  in  his  God  rejoices ; 
 Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 
 
 Melody  with  our  voices. 
 
 6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath. 
 
 He  that  in  God  is  merry, 
 Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  spirit  saith. 
 
 Joyful,  and  never  weary ; 
 Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise. 
 
 Hearty  and  never  ceasing. 
 Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 
 
 Worship  and  thanks,  and  blessing. 
 
 7  Come,  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 
 
 Triumpli  in  his  salvation. 
 Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 
 
 Worship  and  adoration. 
 Heaven  already  is  begun, 
 
 Open'd  in  each  believer ; 
 Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on; 
 
 Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 
 
 56. 
 
 FAREWELL,  loving  Christians,  tlie  time 
 is  at  hand. 
 When  we  must  be  parted   from  this   social 
 
 band  ; 
 Our  several  engagements  do  call  us  away  ' 
 Separation  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  303 
 
 fi  Farewell,    my  dear  bretliren,  farewell  for  a 
 
 wliile, 
 We'll  soon  meet  again|  if  kind  Providence 
 
 smile  ; 
 But  wlien  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad. 
 We'll  pray  for  each  other,  when    wrestling 
 
 with  God. 
 
 I  Farewell,    faithful    soldiers,   you'll   soon    be 
 
 discharg-'d ; 
 The  war 's  almost  over,  the  crown  is  enlarged ; 
 With  singing  and  shouting,  though  Jordan 
 
 may  roar, 
 You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,    and   rest  on  the 
 
 shore. 
 
 4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,   who've  listed 
 
 for  war ; 
 Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near ; 
 Although  you  must  travel  this  dark  wilder. 
 
 ness, 
 Your  Captain's    before   you,  he'll    lead  you 
 
 to  rest. 
 
 5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell,  all  unite, 
 And  bold  persecutors  may  try  to  affright ; 
 But  Michael    fights    for  you,  he's    stronger 
 
 than  they; 
 Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 
 
 G  Farewell,    seeking    mourners,   ye  broken  in 
 
 heart ; 
 Go  to  the  Saviour,  and  choose  the  good  part, 
 He 's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save  , 
 His   arms    are   extended,   your    souls    he'U 
 
 receive. 
 
 7  Farewell,    careless    sinners,    for    you    I    dt 
 mourn, 
 To  think  of  your  danger  and  great  \mconc9tni 
 
304  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 You've    heard   of  the  judgment  where   all 
 
 must  appear, 
 T/iere^    there   you'll   stand   trembling"   with 
 
 tormenting  fear. 
 
 8  Your    frolics    and    pastimes,    in  which  ycm 
 
 delight, 
 Will    serve    to   torment   you   in  that  dread 
 
 affright ; 
 You'll   think    of  the    sermons    that    you've 
 
 heard  in  vain, 
 When  hope  's  gone  for  ever,  of  hearing  again. 
 
 9  Farewell,  fellow  trav'llers;  farewell,  all  around; 
 Should  we  never  meet,  till  we  wake    under 
 
 ground. 
 To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
 The  Saviour  to  praise,  in  a  pure,  social  band. 
 iO  Glory,  O  glory,  O  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 
 Redemption    through    Jesus  I    O    wonderfuJ 
 
 theme ! 
 I  long  to  be  going,  to  praise  him  above. 
 To  gaze  on  liis  glory,  and  sing  of  his  love. 
 
 57, 
 
 FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
 The  Gospel  sounds  a  jubilee ; 
 My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud. 
 
 From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea; 
 And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
 I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 
 6  Farewell,  in  bonds,  and  union  dear, 
 
 Like  strings,  you  twine  about  my  heart 
 I  only  ask  your  earnest  prayer, 
 
 Till   we  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part; 
 Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
 Encircled  in  eternal  love. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  305 
 
 3  Fju'ewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 
 
 Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me 
 My  Jesus  calls,  and   I  must  go, 
 
 To  sound  the  Gospel  jubilee  • 
 To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  news, 
 To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 
 
 4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all 
 
 While  God  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe; 
 I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  All, 
 
 That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live ; 
 That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be, 
 To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 
 
 5  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun ; 
 
 And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
 The  path  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run, 
 
 And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go ; 
 And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand. 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 
 
 6  Farewell,  farewell,  I  look  above ; 
 
 Jesus,  my  guide,  to  thee  I  call ; 
 My  joy,  my  crown,  and  only  love, 
 
 My  safe-guard  here,  my  heavenly  all; 
 My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
 My  only  joy  in  death — Amen. 
 
 58. 
 
 FAREWELL,    vain    world,     I'm    going 
 home,  hallelujah. 
 My  SaWour  smiles  and  bids  me  come,  ha.. 
 
 lelujah. 
 Bright  angels  beckon  me  away,  hallelujah, 
 To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day,  halle- 
 
 lujah. 
 I'm  glad  that  I  am  bom  to  die, 
 From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly, 
 Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
 Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 
 
306  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  And  when  to  that  new  world  I  rise, 
 And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
 This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell. 
 My  Jesus  has  done  all  thmgs  well. 
 
 4  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 
 Who  once  did  join  with  me  in  prayer 
 Our  time  of  mourning  will  be  o'er, 
 When  we  do  reach  that  happy  shore, 
 
 5  Complete  in  holiness,  ere  long-. 
 
 Our  souls  shall  join  the  heavenly  throng 
 The  blessed  angels  round  the  throne, 
 Ajc  looking  out  for  us  to  come. 
 
 6  ril  praise  my  God  while  I  have  breath, 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die. 
 And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 
 
 7  We  soon  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound, 
 Awake,  ye  nations   under  ground ; 
 Arise,  and  drop  your  dusty  shrouds, 
 And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 
 
 8  There  shall  I  see  my  glorious  God, 
 And  praise  him  in  his  high  abode ; 
 My  theme,  through  all  eternity, 
 Sliall  glory,  glory,  glory,  be. 
 
 59.    CM. 
 
 FROM  all  l^at  's  mortal,  all  that 's  vain. 
 And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
 
 Sweet  fellowship  with   God. 
 Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies, 
 
 In  all  the  paths  thou  'st  trod. 
 Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
 
 Like  fellowship  with   God  ? 
 f^ot  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
 
 t"ior  pleasure's  flow'rv  road 
 
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 Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart. 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 4  Not  healtli  nor  friendship  here  below, 
 
 Nor  wealtli,  that  golden    Joad, 
 Can  sucli  dt-hght  or  comfort  show, 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 5  When  I  am  made  in  love  to  bear 
 
 Affliction's  needful  rod, 
 Light,  sweet  and  kind  the  stripes  appeaz 
 Through  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 6  In  fierce  tcmj)tation's  fiery  blast, 
 
 Or  dark  desertion's   road, 
 I'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 7  And  when  the  icy  hand  of  death 
 
 Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood. 
 With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend 
 
 And  gain  my  blest  abode, 
 Then  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 60. 
 
 FROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo  I    an  angel 
 descended, 
 And  told   tlie    strange   news,  how  the  Babe 
 
 was  attended  ; 
 *Go,    shepherds,    and    visit    this    wonderfbl 
 
 stranger  ; 
 See   yonder  bright   star,  tliere  's  your  Lord 
 
 in  a  manger.' 
 Hallelujah  to  the  Lord,  who   has  purchasM 
 
 our  pardon  : 
 We  will   praise   him  again,  when  we  pa3B 
 *-er  Jordan. 
 
308  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  *  Glad   tidings   I   bring  unto   you  and  each 
 
 nation, 
 Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salva. 
 
 tion  I' 
 Then   suddenly  multitudes   raise  their  glad 
 
 voices, 
 And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  re. 
 
 joices. 
 Hallelujah,  &-c. 
 
 3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given^ 
 Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  thro'  heaven ; 
 Around  the  whole  world  let  us  tell  the  glad 
 
 story. 
 And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory. 
 Hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 4  Enraptur'd,  I  burn  with  delight  and  desire ; 
 Such  love,  so  divine,  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  • 
 Around  the  bright  throne  hosannas  are  ring- 
 ing, 
 
 O,  when    shall    I    join   them,   and    ever  bo 
 singing  ? 
 Hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 5  Triumphantly  ride  in  tliy  chariot  victorious 
 And  conquer  with  love,  O  Jesus  I  all  glorious ; 
 Thy  banners  unfurl,  let  the  nations  surrender, 
 And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  God  and 
 
 defender. 
 Hallelujali,  &c. 
 
 61.     8,7. 
 
 ^  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spokeii, 
 
 ^^  Zion,  city  of  our  God  I 
 
 He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
 
 FormM  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
 On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
 
 What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  7 
 
SPmiTUAL  SONGS.  305 
 
 With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
 Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
 
 2  [See  the  streams  of  living-  waters, 
 
 Springing  from  eternal  love, 
 Will  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
 
 And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
 Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 
 
 Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
 Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
 
 Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 
 
 3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring". 
 
 See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
 For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring. 
 
 Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
 Thus,  deriving  from  their  banner 
 
 Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day, 
 Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna. 
 
 Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray.] 
 
 4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
 
 Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ! 
 Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 
 
 Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God 
 •Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 
 
 Over  self  to  reign  as  kings ; 
 And  as  priests  his  solemn  praises 
 
 Each  for  a  tliaiik-offering  brings 
 
 5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 
 
 I,  through  grace,  a  member  am. 
 Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
 
 I  will  glory  in  thy  name. 
 Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 
 
 All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show 
 Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
 
 None  but  Zion's  children  know. 
 
810  SPIRITUAL  SONCa 
 
 62. 
 
 GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
 And  help  me  to  believe ; 
 Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 
 
 Thy  blessing  to  receive. 
 Full  of  guilt,  alas  I  I  am, 
 
 But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee ; 
 Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
 Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
 2  Standing  now  as  newly  slain. 
 To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye  ; 
 Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain. 
 
 Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  ; 
 Now,  as  yesterday,  the  same. 
 Thou  art  and  wilt  for  ever  be. 
 Friend  of  sinners,  &c. 
 S  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 
 Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 
 Empty  send  me  not  away, 
 
 For  I,  thou  know'st,  am  poor ; 
 Dtvst  and  ashes  is  my  name, 
 My  all  is  sin  and  misery. 
 Friend  of  siimers,  &-c. 
 4  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought, 
 Bring  I,  to  buy  thy  grace ; 
 Pardon  I  accept  unbought. 
 Thy  proffer  I  embrace  ; 
 Coming  as  at  fiisi  I  came. 
 
 To  take,  and  not  bestow  on  thee. 
 Friend  of  sinners,  &c. 
 S^  Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  side 
 I  never  will  depart : 
 Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide. 
 
 When  I  am  pure  in  heart; 
 
 Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
 
 Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
 
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 63.     7s. 
 
 GRACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
 My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear  ; 
 Hear  my  never-ceasing  cry, 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 2  Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain, 
 Earthly  comforts.  Lord,  are  vain  ; 
 These  can  never  satisfy  ; 
 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
 Only  ease  mc  of  my  guilt ; 
 Suppliant,  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 4  All  unlioly  and  unclean, 
 
 I  am  nothing  else  but  sin  ; 
 
 On  thy  mercy  I  rely. 
 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
 In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust ; 
 With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 6  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 
 All  who  in  tliy  Son  believe  ; 
 Lord,  I  know  thou  canst  not  he, 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 7  Father,  dost  thou  seem  to  frown? 
 Let  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 
 Jesus,  to  thy  arms  I  fly. 
 
 Come  and  save  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 64.    L.  M. 
 
 HAIL !  sovereign  love  that  first  began 
 The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man; 
 Hail  I  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
 Wliich  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 
 
312  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 2  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky 
 I  fought  with  hands  upHfted  high, 
 Despis'd  the  mention  of  his  grace, 
 Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 
 
 3  Enrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night. 
 Fonder  of  darkness  than  of  light, 
 Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
 Scarce  without  a  hiding  place. 
 
 4  But  thus  eternal  counsel  ran, 
 
 *  Almighty  power,  arrest  the  man ;' 
 I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
 
 And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place, 
 
 5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view; 
 To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew  ; 
 
 But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
 
 *  This  mountain  is  no  resting  place.' 
 
 6  At  length  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard. 
 And  mercy  for  my  soul  appear'd ; 
 She  led  me  on,  with  smiling  face. 
 To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding  place. 
 
 7  A  few  more  rolling  scenes  at  most, 
 Will  land  my  soul  on  Canaan's  coast, 
 Where  I  shall  sing  my  song  of  grace. 
 And  see  my  glorious  hiding  place. 
 
 65. 
 
 Star  in  the  East.  Mat.  ii.  2. 
 
 HAIL    the    blest   morn,  when   the  great 
 Mediator 
 Did  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend; 
 Shepherds,    go    worship    the    babe    in    the 
 manger  ; 
 Lo  !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 
 Brightest  and  best  of  the  Sons  of  the  morning. 
 Dawn  on  our  daxknese  and  lend  lu  yovr 
 aid : 
 
SPIRrrUAL  SONG&  313 
 
 Star  in  the  cast,  tlie  horizon  adorning-, 
 Guide  wliere  our  infant  redeemer  is  laid. 
 
 2  Cold  on  his  cradle  tiie  dew-drops  are  shining" ; 
 
 Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
 staU  : 
 Anjrels,  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining-, 
 
 Maker  and  monarch  and  saviour  of  all. 
 Brightest  and  best,  &c. 
 
 3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
 
 Odours  from  Eden,  in  off'ring-s  divine. 
 Gems  of  tlie  mountain,    and    pearls    of  tlie 
 ocean, 
 Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
 mine. 
 Brightest  and  best,  &c. 
 
 4  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation ; 
 
 Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure  ; 
 Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
 
 Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
 Brightest  and  best,  (Sec. 
 
 66.     8,  7. 
 TTTAIL  I  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow ; 
 -*--^  View  witli  me  th'  autunmal  gloom, 
 Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow. 
 
 Dead  I  perhaps,  laid  in  the  tomb. 
 See  all  nature  fading,  dyinof. 
 
 Silent ;  all  thinors  seem  to  mourn , 
 Life,  Icom  vegetation  flying, 
 
 Brings  to  rnind  my  mouldering  urn. 
 2  Lol  I  hear  the  air  resounding 
 
 With  expiring-  insects'  cries  ; 
 Ah  I  their  moans,  to  me  how  wounding ! 
 
 Emblem  of  my  aged  sighs. 
 While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 
 
 Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
 
 o 
 
314  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 
 We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 
 
 3  Hollow  winds  about  are  roaring, 
 
 Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 
 AVJiile  I  sit,  my  fate  deploring. 
 
 Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes ; 
 What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures, 
 
 Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 
 Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasures ; 
 
 Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 
 
 4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them 
 
 Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind ; 
 Now  they're  gone  like  leaves  of  autumn, 
 
 Driv'n  before  the  dreary  wind. 
 WJien  a  fev»'  more  days  are  wasted. 
 
 And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er. 
 When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 
 
 I  shall  fall  to  bloom  no  more. 
 .'>  Fast  my  sun  of  life  's  declining, 
 
 Soon  'twill  set  in  dismal  night ; 
 But  my  hopes,   pure  and  reviving. 
 
 Rise  to  iairer  worlds  of  light 
 Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 
 
 Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom  ; 
 Tlien  my  spirit,  flutt'rmg,  flying, 
 
 Shail  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
 
 67. 
 
 HARKI  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  somidf 
 The  martial  trumpets  now  arc  blowing, 
 Men  in  orders  list'ning  round, 
 
 And  soldiers  to  the  standards  flowing ; 
 Bounty  ofler'd,  joy  and  peace  ; 
 
 To  every  soldier  this  is  given, 
 V>lien  from  toils  of  war  they  cease, 
 A  mansion  bright,  prepar'd   m  heaven. 
 
SPIUITUAL  SO^GS.  315 
 
 2  Those  wlio  long  in  debt  Iiave  laid, 
 
 And  felt  the  hand  oi*  dire  oppression, 
 All  their  debts  are  freely  paid, 
 
 And  they  endowM  with  large  possession. 
 Those  who're  siek,  or  blind,  or  lame, 
 
 Their  maladies  are  also  healed, 
 OutlawM  rebels,  when  tliey  come. 
 
 Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 
 
 3  The  battle  is   not  to  the  strong-. 
 
 The  burden 's  on  our  Captain's  shoulder  : 
 None  so  aged,  or  so  young-. 
 
 But  he  may  list  and  be  a  soldier. 
 Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly. 
 
 Beneath  his  banner  find  protection, 
 None  who  on  his  name  rely. 
 
 Shall  be  reduc'd  to  base  subjection. 
 
 4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good, 
 
 Come,  who  vrill  to  the  crown  aspire  ? 
 In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 
 
 Or  shouted  victory  in  the  fire ; 
 In  this  cause  let's  follow  on, 
 
 And  soon  we'll  tell  tlie  pleasing-  story, 
 How  by  faitli  we  g-ain'd  the  crown. 
 
 And  fought  our  vray  to  life  and  gloiy. 
 
 5  The  l)attle,  brethren,  is  begun. 
 
 Behold  the  army  now  in  motion. 
 Some  by  faith  behold  tlie  erovrn. 
 
 And  almost  grasp  their  future    portion. 
 Hark !  the  victors  singing  loud, 
 
 Immanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling ; 
 Mourners  weeping   through  the  crowd, 
 
 And  Satan's  kmgdom  down  is  timibling. 
 G  Hark  I  ye  rebels,  come  and  list, 
 
 The  otTicers  are  now  recruiting  ; 
 Why  will  you  in  sin  persist, 
 
 Or  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing'/ 
 
816  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 All  your  cavil  sure  is  vain ; 
 
 For  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favour, 
 Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 
 
 To  bear  the  \yrath  of  God  for  ever 
 
 68. 
 TTARK  !  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
 -^-^  Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds* 
 And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
 Is  bringing  sinners  home  to  God ; 
 And  guides  them  safely,  by  his  word, 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 2  Hail,  all-victorious,  conqu'ring   Lord, 
 By  all  the  heavenly  hosts  ador'd  I 
 Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
 
 And  brought  salvation  through  thy  narae, 
 That  we  with  thee  might  live  and  reign. 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  saints,  fight  on. 
 And  vrhen  the  conquest  you  have  won. 
 Then  palms  of  victory  yon  shall  bear, 
 And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share. 
 And  crowns  cf  glory  you  shall  wear, 
 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 4  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  once  was  spilt. 
 To  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  guilt  ; 
 And  sinners  now  may  come  to  God, 
 And  find  salvation  through  thy  blood. 
 And  sail  by  faith  upon  that  flood. 
 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 5  Through  storms  and  calms  by  faith  we  steer 
 By  feeble  hope  and  gloomy  fear ; 
 
 Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan's  shore. 
 Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more, 
 We  '11  shout,  our  trials  are  all  o'er, 
 To  endless  da  v. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  317 
 
 6  TJierc  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
 With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
 To  sing-  of  liis  redeeming  love, 
 When  rollmg  years  shall  cease  to  move. 
 And  this  shall  be  our  tlieme  above, 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 69. 
 
 Make  ready. 
 
 HARK  I    listen    to    the   trumpeters,   they 
 sound  for  volunteers, 
 O'er  Zion's  bright  and  flowery  mount  behold 
 
 the  officers ; 
 Their  horses  v.hite,    their  garments   bright, 
 
 witli  crowns  and  bows  in  hand, 
 Enlisting  soldiers  for  the  King,  to  march  for 
 
 Canaan's  land. 
 -  It   sets   my  heart  all  in  a  fiamc- — a   soldier 
 
 I  Will  be  ; 
 I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms,  and  fight  for 
 
 liberty, 
 They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band — they 
 
 will  their  colours  fly  ; 
 They  call  for  valiant-hearted  men,  that's  not 
 
 alraid  to  die. 
 
 3  The    army  is  nov\-  on  parade — how  martial 
 
 they  appear  I 
 All  dress'd  and  arm'd  in  miiform,  they  look 
 
 like  men  of  war. 
 They  follov.-  their  great  General,  the   great 
 
 eternal  Lamb ; 
 His  garments  stain'd  in  his  own  blood.  King 
 
 Jesus  is  his  name. 
 
 4  Tlie  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout,  and 
 
 drive  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
 How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms,  the  great 
 Immaniiel  I 
 
318  SPIRITUAL  SOXGS. 
 
 Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ,  the  eternal 
 
 Son  of  God, 
 And  march,  with  us  to  Canaan's  land,  beyond 
 
 the  swelhng  flood. 
 
 5  There,  on  a  ^reen  and  flowery  plain,  where 
 
 fruits  immortal  g"row, 
 All  clothed  in  wliite,  with  angels  bright,  who 
 
 our  Redeexmer  know. 
 We'll  shout   and  sing  for  evermore,  m  that 
 
 eternal  world, 
 While  Satan,  and  his  armies  too,  shall  int/> 
 
 hell  be  hurPd. 
 
 6  Hold   up   your  heads,    ye    soldiers   bold,  re- 
 
 demption 's  drav.'ing  nigh ; 
 We    soon    shall   hear  the  trumpet  sound,  to 
 
 sliakc  both  earth  and  sky  ; 
 In  flaming  cliariots  we    shall  fly,  and  leave 
 
 the  world  on  fire. 
 Then    bend    around   the    starry  throne,  and 
 
 tune  th'  immortal  Ivre. 
 
 TO.    P.  M. 
 
 HARK  !  lo,  we  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
 The  token  of  redeeming  love ; 
 From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 
 The  neighbouring  valleys  echo  round, 
 O  Zion,  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
 The  token  of  redeeming  love ; 
 She  came  the  barren  lands  to  cheer, 
 And  welcome  in  the  Gospel  year. 
 2  The  spring  has  come,  the  summer  view, 
 All  things  appear  divinely  new; 
 I'he  winter  's  past,  the  rains  are  o'er, 
 We  feel  the  chilling  blast  no  more. 
 On  Zion's  hill  the  watchmen  cry, 
 Tlie  resurrection 's  drawing  nigh ; 
 
SPIKI 1  UAL  SONGS.  oi\J 
 
 Behold  the  nations  far  abroad, 
 All  ])rcssing'  to  the  nioiuit  of  God. 
 
 3  The  trumpet  sounds,  both  far  and  nigli, 
 
 0  sinners  I  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
 
 How  can  you  sligfht  those  inn'cent  charms  ? 
 Enlist  with  Chrisl,  and  ground  your  arms. 
 These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold, 
 In  ancient  times,  by  prophets  old ; 
 They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light. 
 But  all  have  died  without  the   sight. 
 
 4  The  latter  days  have  now  come  on, 
 And  fugitives  are  marching  home  ; 
 See,  how  they  crowd  the  Gospel  road. 
 All  pressing  to  the  mount  of  God  I 
 
 O,  then,  I  haste  to  join  that  band; 
 
 1  hear  my  Captain's  great  command 
 Farewell  to  Satan's  rebel  throng, 
 
 I  fly  I  I  shout  tiie  heavenly  song  I 
 
 5  His  banner  soon  will  be  unfurl'd. 
 When  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world 
 On  Zion's  mount  we  then  may  stand, 
 Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land ; 
 The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
 And  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea  I 
 When  worlds  on  worlds  together  blaze, 
 I'll  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 
 
 COWPER.]      Tl.      7s. 
 Lovest  thou  me  ?     John  xxi.  16. 
 "FXARIv,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
 -*--*-  'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word 
 Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
 *  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
 2  '  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound. 
 
 And  when  womidcd  heal'd  tliy  wound 
 
320  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
 Turn'd  tliy  darkness  into  light. 
 
 3  *  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
 Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
 Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
 
 Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
 
 4  '  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
 Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
 Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath  ; 
 Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  deatli. 
 
 5  '  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
 When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
 Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be — 
 Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?* 
 
 G  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
 That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
 Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ; 
 O,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  I 
 
 72.     8,  7. 
 
 fT  ARK  I  the  Gospel  trumpet's  sounding 
 -^-^  Sinners,   hear  the  call,  and  come ; 
 Christ,  in  pard'ning  love  abounding, 
 
 Now  invites   the  weary  home. 
 Turn  to  the  Lord,  and  seek   salvation  ; 
 
 Sound  the   praise  of  his  dear  name ; 
 Glory  I    honour  !    adoration  ! 
 
 Jesus  Christ  to   save  us  came. 
 Though  your  crimes  have  reachM  to  heaven 
 
 And  of  deepest  dye   appear ; 
 Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven. 
 
 Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near. 
 Cast  your  load  of  guilt  behind  you; 
 
 To  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee  ; 
 Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  yoa, 
 
 Jesus  Christ  can  set  you  free. 
 
\ 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  321 
 
 Turn,  dear  sinners,  turn  to  Jesus, 
 Bow  your  hearts   unto  iiis  call ; 
 
 Sec  your  loving-,  bleeding  Saviour, 
 Waiting"  to  receive  you  all. 
 
 4  Free  from  hell's  eternal  prison  ; 
 
 Unbcliers  tormenting  chain ; 
 
 Free  from  endless  woe,  perdition ; 
 
 Free  from  everlasting  pain  I 
 
 5  Broken  hearts,  with  sin  distrest. 
 
 Come  to  Jesus,  come  to-day ; 
 Poor  and  needy,  lost  and  wretched; 
 
 Come,  you  need  not   stay  av/ay. 
 ^  Hark  I    ye  blind,  the  Saviour  calls  you  , 
 
 Wait  no  longer ;  there  is  room  ; 
 Cast  your  rags  of  sin  behind  you  ; 
 
 Rise  I   the  Sa\*iour  bids  you  come. 
 7  Angels,  join  with  saints  forgiven ; 
 
 Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name  I 
 Let  the  world,  the  church,  and  heaven. 
 
 Sweetly  echo  with  the  theme. 
 Glory  I    honour  I    and  salvation  ! 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  I 
 Honour  I    praise  I    and  adoration  I 
 
 Reign,  sweet  Jesus  I   ever  reign  I 
 
 73. 
 
 XT  ARK  I   the  jubilee  is  sounding 
 -■"*-  O,  the  joyful  news  is  come  ; 
 Free  salvation  is  proclaimed, 
 
 In  and  through  God's  only  Son ; 
 Now  we  have  an  invitation 
 
 To  the  meek   and  lowly  Lamb ; 
 Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reign. 
 2  Come,  dear  friends,  and  don't  neglect  it, 
 
 Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 
 O  2 
 
•22  SPIRITUAL  SONG9. 
 
 Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 
 O,  receive  it,  now's  your  time; 
 
 Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 
 To  revive  his  works  again. 
 Glory,  honour,  &c. 
 
 3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning-, 
 
 Come  and  follow  Christ,  the  way  ; 
 We  sliall  all  receive  a  blessing-, 
 
 If  from  him  we  do  not  stray. 
 Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 
 
 O,  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain  I 
 Glory,  honour,  ^c. 
 
 4  Come,  let  us  run  our  race  with  patience. 
 
 Looking  unto  Christ,  the  Lord, 
 Wlio  doth  live  and  reign  for  ever, 
 
 Witli  his  Father  and  our  God  ; 
 He  is  worthy  to  be  praised. 
 
 He  is  our  exalted  King. 
 Glory,  honour,  vfcc. 
 
 5  Come,  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 
 
 Praise  him,  praise  him  ever  more ; 
 May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 
 
 His  great  name  for  to   adore ; 
 O,  then  let  us  join  together. 
 
 Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
 Glory,  honour,  <fcc. 
 
 74. 
 
 HE  comes,  he  comes,  tlie  Judge  severe, 
 The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  ne-ar  3     I 
 The  lightnings  flash,  his  thimders  roll,  I 
 
 He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul, 
 Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welconaCt 
 He's  welcome  to  the  faithful   soul. 
 2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound, 
 See  tlie  almighty  Jesus  crown'd. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  523 
 
 Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
 And  opjory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 
 Glory,  glory,  *Scc. 
 
 3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
 
 He  claims  the  kingdom  for  his  o\\ti  ; 
 The  kinjrdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
 And  hail  him  their  trium'jhant  Lord. 
 Hail  him,  hail  him,  <Scc. 
 
 4  Shout,  all  ye  people   of  the  sky. 
 
 And  all  the  saints  of  the  IMosc  High ; 
 Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
 For  ever  and  for  ever,  reigns ; 
 Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever. 
 For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 
 
 5  The  Father  bless,  the  Son  adore, 
 The  Spirit  praise  for  evermore  ; 
 Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done. 
 
 We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One ; 
 Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
 Wc  welcome  tlie  great  Three  in  One. 
 
 Watts.]     75.     L.  .AL 
 
 FTE  dies  I   the  friend  of  sinners  dies  I 
 -■-■-  Lo  !    Salem's  daughters  weep  around 
 A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
 
 A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  : 
 Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two. 
 
 For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
 He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
 
 A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 
 •^  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 
 
 The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 
 But  lo  I    what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
 
 Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  I 
 The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb. 
 
 Up  to  liis  Father's  court  he  flics  ; 
 
324  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Cherubic  legions  guard  him  Jiome, 
 
 And  shout  him  welcome  through  tlie  skiea 
 3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
 
 How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
 Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell. 
 
 And  led  the  monster.  Death,  m  chains; 
 Say,  '  live  for  ever,  wondrous  King, 
 
 Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ; 
 Then  ask  the  monster,  '  Wliere  's  thy  sting  7 
 
 And  where  's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 
 
 TO.     12,11. 
 
 HOSANNA  to  Jesus !  I'm  fili'd  with  his 
 praises. 
 Come,  O  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me 
 to  sing ; 
 No    theme    is    so    charming,    no    love  is  so 
 w^  arming. 
 It  gives   joy  and    gladness,    and    comfort 
 williin. 
 
 2  IJosanna  is  ringing,  O  how  I  love  singing  I 
 
 There 's  nothing  so  svv^eet    as    the    sound 
 
 of  his  name ; 
 The  angels  in  glory  repeat  the  glad  story, 
 Of  Jcsus's  love  whicii  is  made  know^n  t© 
 
 men. 
 
 3  Hosanna  to  Jesus  I  he  died  to  redeem  us ; 
 
 I'll  love  him  and  serve  him  wherever  I  go 
 He 's  now  gone  to  heaven,  the  spirit  is  given, 
 To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below 
 
 4  Hosanna  for  ever !  his  grace  like  a  river, 
 
 Is  running  and  spreading  throughout  all 
 the  land ; 
 His  love,  that's  unbounded,  to  us  is  extended, 
 And  samts  love  to    praise  him,   all  join'd 
 in  one  band. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  G25 
 
 5  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  how  it  pleases, 
 
 To  sec  sinners  turning-  and  coming"  to  God  I 
 O,    liow    they    are    raised,  while    some    are 
 
 amazed, 
 That    they   should    fmd    pardon    tlirough 
 
 Jesus's  blood  I 
 
 6  Hosanna    is    ring-ing,    hark  I    how   they  are 
 
 singing- 
 The  praises  of  Jesus,  and  tasting  his  love  I 
 The  sound 's  gone    to    heaven,    the  echo    is 
 given, 
 It    runs  to    my  soul   from   the   mansions 
 above. 
 
 7  Hosanna  to  Jesus  I  I  know  he  is  precious, 
 
 In  sweet  streams  of  glory  he  comes  from 
 above, 
 My  heart    is    now  glowing,  I    feel  his  love 
 flowing. 
 He  's  Jesus,  the  Saviour  and  fountain  of 
 love. 
 
 8  Hosanna  is  sounding,  free  p-race  is  abounding, 
 
 And  saints  are  a-marching  in  briglit  royal 
 
 bands  ; 
 Come    on,    my  dear    brethren,  let  us    go  to 
 
 heaven, 
 While  Jesus  invites  as  with  cro^*ns  in  his 
 
 hands. 
 
 9  Hosamia  to  Jesus  I  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 
 
 I'll  soon  be  exploring  some  happier  clime, 
 Where  I  shall  see  Jesus  I  and  dwell  on  his 
 praises. 
 And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 
 
 77.     lis. 
 XXOSANNA  to  Jesus  !  my  soul,  rise  and 
 ■*--*-     sing; 
 'ie's  worthy  of  praises  ;  let  all  the  earth  ring 
 
326  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  rescue  lost  sinners  he  lefl  his  bright  throne^ 
 And  lifts  us  to  glory  by  free  grace  alone. 
 
 2  My  heart  is  enraptur'd,  and  love  turns  mj 
 
 tongue ; 
 Unite,  my  dear  brethren,  to  swell  the  swcei 
 
 song  ; 
 It    burst    fortli    in    glory,    and    roU'd  down 
 
 the  sky, 
 To  raise  helpless  sinners  to  mansions  on  high 
 
 3  A  band  of  bright  angels  descends  from  above, 
 To  bear  the  glad  tidings  of  Jesus'  love ; 
 The  swains,  highly  favour'd,    to  Bethlehem 
 
 went, 
 And  witness'd  the  truth  of  this  joyful  event. 
 
 4  I\Iy  soul,  stand  and  wonder  ;  then  bow  and 
 
 adore  ; 
 The  owner  of  all    things    is   turn'd  out  of 
 
 door  ! 
 The  sovereign  of  angels  commands  no  esteem 
 From  sinners,  the  objects  he  came  to  redeem. 
 
 5  Pray,    wliy  is    this    darkness    prevailing   at 
 
 noon  ? 
 Or,  why  doth  all  nature  seem    strangely  to 
 
 mourn  ? 
 While  rocks  cleave  asunder,  and  earth  quakes 
 
 aloud, 
 I\Iy  Jesus  is  dying !  he  surely  is  God. 
 
 6  Methinks,  as  he  languish'd  and  died  on  tiie 
 
 tree. 
 His  eyes  roll'd  in  pity  and  fix'd  upon  me : 
 The    look    overwhelm'd    me,    and  conquer'U 
 
 my  heart. 
 And  bound  me  unto  him,  O  !  never  to  part. 
 
 7  The  tears  of  contrition  in  torrents  did  flow; 
 Will  this  bleeding  Jesus  such  favours  bestow  If 
 Unworthy  such  kindness  I  am  to  receive ; — 
 Arise  !  said  the  Saviour ;  I  freely  forgive. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOXGS.  327 
 
 8  By  love  I  am  conqiier'd,  in  tears  I  rejoice ;    - 
 O I  may  I    but   praise   him    in    action    and 
 
 voice  ; 
 And  if  up  to  heaven  I'm  finally  borne, 
 The  praise  of  salvation 's  to  Jesus  alone 
 
 78.    CM. 
 
 HOW  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King 
 Who  reigns  above  the  sky  I 
 How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
 His  dreadful  majesty  I 
 
 2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  caii  tell. 
 
 Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 
 Not  men  below  nor  saints  that  dwell 
 On  high^  before  Ills  face  ; 
 
 3  Not  angels,  that  stand  romid  the  Lord, 
 
 Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
 But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word, 
 And  sing  his  praises  still. 
 
 4  Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 
 
 And  my  first  ofTring  bring ; 
 Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
 To  hear  an  infant  sing. 
 
 5  31y  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 
 
 And  angels  shall  rejoice. 
 To  hear  tlieir  migJity  Maker's  praise 
 Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 
 
 79. 
 
 HOW  happy  are  they, 
 Who  their  Savioiu"  obey. 
 Who  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  I 
 Tongue  cannot  express 
 The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
 Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 
 
328  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
 When  tlie  favour  divine 
 
 I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 
 
 When  first  I  beUev'd, 
 
 O,  wl)at  a  joy  I  receiv'd  I 
 What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 
 
 3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
 My  Jesus  to  know; 
 
 The  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 
 
 Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
 
 And  the  story  repeat, 
 And  the  Saviour  of  sinners  adore. 
 
 4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long. 
 Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 
 
 *  O,  that  all  his  salvation  may  see  I 
 He  hath  lov'd  mc,'  I  cried, 
 *He  hath  suffcr'd  and  died. 
 
 To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me.' 
 
 5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
 I  was  carried  above 
 
 All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain ; 
 
 I  could  not  believe, 
 
 Tiiat  I  ever  should  grieve. 
 That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 
 
 6  But  where  am  I  now  ? 
 When  was  it,  or  how, 
 
 That  I  fell  from  a  sense  of  his  gra€e  ? 
 
 I  am  brought  into  thrall. 
 
 As  if  stript  of  my  all, 
 And  have  lost  the  sweet  smiles  of  his  fkee. 
 
 7  Hardly  yet  do   I  know 
 How  I  let  my  Lord  go. 
 
 So  insensibly  starting  aside, 
 When  the  tempter  came  in, 
 With  his  own  subtle  sin. 
 
 And  infected  my  spirit  with  pride. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGb.  329 
 
 I       To  tlie  fountain  I'll  g^o, 
 
 Which  so  Irccly  did  How 
 From  the  heart  of  my  Lord  when  lie  died , 
 
 O,  my  Lord  and  my  God, 
 
 Let  the  water  and  blood 
 Be  again  to  my  conscience  applied. 
 
 Never  more  would  I  straF 
 
 From  my  Jesus,  my  Way, 
 But  follow  the  Lamb  till  I  die 
 
 Let  me  take  up  my  cross, 
 
 And  count  all  things  but  loss. 
 Till  I  meet  with  my  God  in  the  sky. 
 
 80. 
 
 HOW  happy,  how  loving,  how  joyful  I  feel  I 
 I  want  to  feel   more    love,   3^ea,    more 
 love  and  zeal ; 
 I  want  my  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love  pure, 
 That  all  tilings  witli    patience    I '  may  well 
 endure. 
 
 2  I  want  to  be  little,  more  simple  and  mild. 
 More  like  my  blest  Master,    and  more  like 
 
 a  child  ; 
 JMore  watchfiil,  more  prayerful,  more  lovely 
 
 m  mind, 
 ^lore  humble,  more  gentle,  more  loving  and 
 
 kind. 
 
 3  I    want    to    love  wisdom    that    comes    from 
 
 above, 
 I  want  to  be  harmles-s,  and  more  like  a  dove  ; 
 I  want  my  light  clear,  that  beholders  may  see 
 How  faith  and  good  works  in   sweet  miion 
 
 agree. 
 
 4  My  union  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son, 
 I  want  tliat  perfected  which  now  is  begun ; 
 
330  SPIRIT L'AL  SOXGS. 
 
 That    love    and    sweet  union  which  soothe? 
 
 every  care, 
 And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens  to 
 
 bear. 
 
 5  My  faith  and  my  hope,  my  lore  and  my  zeal, 
 I  want  them  recruited,  and  never  to  fail. 
 Remembering  at  all  times  what  Jesus  did  say, 
 And  set  out  anew  and  begin  every  day. 
 
 6  My  treasure  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  up. 
 Where  no  moth  and  no  rust  can  ever  corrupt ; 
 Where  no  thief  and  no  robber  wiU  venture 
 
 or  dare. 
 My  heart  and  my  treasure  I  want  to  be  there. 
 
 7  O  come,  my  dear    brethren,    both  aged  and 
 
 youth, 
 .And  all  who  are  willing  to  walk  in  the  truth, 
 Let 's  all  join  together,  in  union  and  love. 
 And  on  our  blest  journey  then  joyful  we'll 
 
 move. 
 S  When  time  is  no  more,  and  from  earth  we 
 
 remove, 
 To  dwell  in  the  regions  of  pure  light  and  love, 
 With  JesQs  our  Saviour  and  all  holy  men, 
 We'll  shout  hallelujah  for  ever,  amen. 
 
 §1. 
 
 XXOVv'  happy  's  every  child  of  grace, 
 -*"*-  The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace, 
 Tliat  bears  the  fruits  of  righteousness. 
 
 And  kept  by  Jesus'  power  I 
 They  antedate  the  joys  of  heaven. 
 In  rapturous  lays,  shout  the  praise 
 Of  Jesus'  grace  to  a  lost  race 
 Of  sinners  brought  to  righteousness. 
 
 Through  the  atoning  blood  of  Jesus. 
 
fenKii'L'AL  JiU.NO:^.  331 
 
 2  Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage, 
 And  all  the  jx)\vers  of  eartli  besiege, 
 Tlieir  united  strength  at  once  enguge. 
 
 To  pluek  a  soul  from  Jesus ; 
 The  faithful  soul  lauglis  them  to  scorn, 
 He  is  heaven-bound,  he  is  heaven-bound. 
 He'll  watch  and  pray,  night  and  day. 
 Fight  his  way,  win  the  day, 
 And  all  his  enemies  dismay. 
 
 Through  the  mighty  name  of  Jesus. 
 
 3  O,  monster,  Death,  thy  sting  is  drawn  ; 
 O,  boasting  grave,  no  trophies  won  ; 
 The  saints  triumpli  through   grace  ak/nc, 
 
 And  praise  the  name  of  Jesus. 
 At  length  he  tids  the  world  adieu, 
 With  ail  its  vanities  and  show; 
 Tiie  soul,  it  flies  through  the  skies 
 To  Paradise,  and  joins  its  voice 
 In  rapturous  lays,  loves  to  praise 
 
 Tiie  glorious  name  of  Jesus. 
 
 4  When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
 To  rend  the  rocks,  convulse  the  ground. 
 And  swear  that  time  i^  at  an  end. 
 
 Ye  dead,  arise  to  judgment ; 
 See  lightnings  flash  from  pole  to  pole, 
 Tliis  v.'orid  wra})t  like  a  parchment  scroll, 
 Comets  blaze,  sinners  raise. 
 And  dread  amaze,  while  liorrors  seize 
 7'hc  guilty  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
 
 Unsav'd  from  sin  by  Jesu.-. 
 
 5  Tlie  Christian,  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
 '?>Iidst  flaming  worlds  he  mounts  on  higli, 
 To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  sky, 
 
 And  see  the  face  of  Jesus. 
 The  soul  and  body  re-unite. 
 And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite ; 
 
332  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Blessed  day  I  Christians,  say,^ 
 Will  you  pray,  tliat  we  may 
 All  join  that  happy  company, 
 To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus  ? 
 
 §2. 
 
 TTOW  happy 's  every  child  of  grace, 
 -*-^  Who  feels  his  sins   forgiven  I 
 This  world,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
 
 I  seek  a  place  in  heaven ; 
 A  countr}''  far  from  mortal  sight. 
 
 Yet,  01   by  faith  I  see 
 Tlie  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
 
 A  heaven  prepared  f(3r  mc. 
 
 2  A  stranger  in  this  world  below, 
 
 I  calmly  sojourn  here ; 
 Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 
 
 Provoke  my  hope  or  fear. 
 Its  evils  in  a  moment  end. 
 
 Its  joys  as  soon  are  past : 
 But,  O  f  the  bliss  to  wliich  I  tend, 
 
 Eternally  shall  last. 
 
 3  To  tli.nt  Jerusalem  above. 
 
 With  singing,  I'll  repair  ; 
 Wliile  in  the  tiesli,  by  hope  and  love 
 
 My  heart  and  soul  are  there. 
 There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 
 
 My  merciftd  Hie-li  Priest, 
 And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands. 
 
 To  take  me  to  his  breast, 
 
 4  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay, 
 
 And  keep  me  back  from  home, 
 Vv'licn  angels  beckon  me  away. 
 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come? 
 Shall  I  regret  my  pxirtcd  friends, 
 
 Hero  in  this  vale  coufin'd? 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOXGS.  33^5 
 
 Nay,  but  wlieneVr  my  soul  ascends, 
 They  will  not  stay  behind. 
 
 5  The  race  we  all  are  running  now, 
 
 And  if  I  first  attain, 
 Tiicy  too  their  willing-  heads  shall  bow, 
 
 They  too  the  prize  shall  gain. 
 Now  on  the  brink  of  deatli  I  stand, 
 
 And  if  I  pass  before, 
 They  too  shall  all  escape  to  land, 
 
 And  hail  me  on  that  shore. 
 
 6  Then  let  me  suddenly  remove. 
 
 That  hidden  life  to  share ; 
 I  shall  not  lose  my  friends    above. 
 
 But  more  enjoy  them  there. 
 There  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join, 
 
 His  boundless  love  proclaim, 
 And  solemnize,  in  songs   divine. 
 
 The  marriage  of  tiie  Lamb. 
 
 7  O,  what  a  blessed  hope  is   oars, 
 
 While  here  on  earth  we  stay  1 
 We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers 
 
 And  antedate  that  day ; 
 We  feel  the  resurrection  near. 
 
 Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd. 
 And  with  his  glorious  presence  here. 
 
 Our  earthen  vessel 's  fill'd. 
 
 8  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow. 
 
 Then  let  this  vessel  break, 
 And  let  my  ransom'd  spirit  go. 
 
 To  grasp  the  God  I  seek ; 
 In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze. 
 
 Who  bought  that  sight  for  me, 
 And  shout,  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 
 
 Throuofh  all  eternity. 
 
334  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Newton.]    83. 
 The  good  Physician. 
 
 HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
 Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
 There  is  but  one  Physician 
 Can  cure  a  sin-sick   soul. 
 Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
 
 And  snatched  me  from  the   grave, 
 To  tell  to  ail  aromid  me, 
 
 Ilis  wondrous  power  to  save. 
 
 2  The  worst  of  all  diseases, 
 
 Is  light,  compar'd  with  sin; 
 On  every  part  it  seizes. 
 
 But  rages  most  within. 
 'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 
 
 And  madness  all  combin'd ; 
 And  none  l)ut  a  believer. 
 
 The  least  relief  can  find. 
 
 3  From  men  great  skill  professing 
 
 I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
 Bat  tliis  proved  more  distressing. 
 
 And  added  to  my  pain. 
 Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 
 
 Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
 Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me. 
 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 
 
 4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 
 
 (How  matchless  is  his  grace  I) 
 Belield  my  lost  condition. 
 
 And  undertook  my  case. 
 First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him ; 
 
 For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd; 
 Then  bade  me  look  unto  him — 
 
 I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 
 
 5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
 
 Seen  by  the  eye  of  faitli. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3^5 
 
 At  ojice  from  danger  frees  us, 
 And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
 
 Come,  then,  to  tliis  Physician, 
 His  help  he'll  freely  g-ive  ; 
 
 He  makes  no  iiard  condition, 
 'Tis  only,  look  and  live. 
 
 §4.     CM. 
 
 The  inspired  icord  a  syste?n  of   knowledge  and 
 joy.     Psalms  cxix.  105. 
 
 HOW  precious  is  tlie  book  divine. 
 By  inspiration  given  ; 
 Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine. 
 To  g-uide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
 
 2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 
 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
 Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts. 
 And  quells  our  rising  fbars. 
 
 3  This  lamp,  througli  all  the  tedious  night 
 
 Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way. 
 Till  we  behold  the   clearer  light 
 Of  an  eternal  dav. 
 
 H 
 
 Xewtox-i     §5.     L.  31. 
 ^one  upon  ecrih  I  desire  beside  iJiee.   Ps.  lxxiii.25. 
 OW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
 When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
 Sweet    prospects,    sweet    birds,    and    sweet 
 flowers, 
 Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with  me  . 
 The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
 
 The  fields  strive  m  vain  to  look  gay; 
 But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
 December  's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
 2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
 And  sweeter,  than  music  his  voice  j 
 
?^  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
 And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
 
 I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
 Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
 
 Nor  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
 
 My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
 
 3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
 
 My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 
 No  changes  of  season  or  place 
 
 Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind 
 While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
 
 A  palace  a  toy  would  appear. 
 And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 
 
 If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
 
 If  thou  art  my  smi  and  my  song 
 Say,  why  do  I  languish  and   pine. 
 
 And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
 O,  drive  these  d;irk  clouds  fi'om  my  sky 
 
 Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
 Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high. 
 
 Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
 
 §6. 
 
 HOW  vam  are  the  pleasures  of  time ! 
 How  fond  are  vain  mortals  of  life  ; 
 There's  naught  but  the  heavens  sublime, 
 
 There  s  naught  but  confusion  and  strife, 
 My  wife,  the  dear  bride  of  my  youth. 
 Lies  panting  and  gasping  for  breath. 
 More  pleas'd  with  the  beauties  of  truth, 
 Ajid  blest  in  th'  embraces  of  death. 
 %  Her  struggles  are  long  and  severe. 
 
 While  struggling  and   cooing  she  smiles 
 Saying,  'Jesus  hath  made  me  his  care, 
 I  soon  shall    forget  all  my  toils.' 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  337 
 
 Slie  calls  for  the  chariots  of  Christ- 
 How  slowly  tliey  move  on  their  way 
 
 How  long-,  my  Lord  Jesus,  she  cries, 
 How  long  have  I  here  yet  to  stay  ? 
 
 3  Still  Jesus  is  faitliful  to  me, 
 
 He  pities  the  pains  now  I  feel ; 
 I  shall  not  stay  out  his  decree, 
 
 He  gives  mo  his  love  as  a  seal. 
 Farewell,  my  dear  husband,  said  she ; 
 
 Now  from  ^^our  kind  bosom  I  leap, 
 With  Jesus,  my  Bridegroom,  to  be  ; 
 
 3Iy  flesh  in  the  tomb  then  shall  sleep 
 
 4  And  tlius  slie  continued  to  cry 
 
 For  patience  to  wait  for  the  world. 
 Till  at  length  she  did  leap  and  did  fly, 
 
 For  ever  to  dv.-ell  with  the  Lord. 
 Now,  like  a  disconsolate  dove, 
 
 I'm  leil  all  alone  here  to  mourn ; 
 O,  may  the  kind  powers  above, 
 
 Show  pity  to  me  wliile  alone. 
 
 5  I  look  through  the  rooms  of  my  house, 
 
 Each  door  on  its  hinges  doth  mourn  ; 
 In  searching  I  find  not  my  s})ouse, 
 
 Nor  will  slie  to  me  e'er  return. 
 How  lonesome  my  table  to  me  I 
 
 Hovr  empty  the  place  where  she  sat  I 
 What  lonesome  devotion  I  pay, 
 
 Where  once  we  so  sweetly  did  meet  I 
 G  But,  oh  I  what  still  heightens  my  grief, 
 
 My  sons  a  kind  motFier  have  lost; 
 They  can't  go  to  her  for  relief; 
 
 O,  may  they  in  God  put  their  trust. 
 My  passion  will  lead  me  too  far ; 
 
 My  grief  I  will  leave  with  the  Lord  ; 
 I  trust  I  will  shortly  go  v/here 
 
 Vain  passion  can't  flee  from  his  w^rd. 
 P 
 
338  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 87.     S.  M. 
 
 HOW  various  and  how  new, 
 Are  thy  compassions,   Lord  ? 
 Eadi  morning  shall  thy  mercy  show, 
 Each  night  thy  truth  record. 
 
 2  Thy  goodness,  like  the  sim,. 
 
 Dawn'd  on   our  early  days. 
 
 Ere  infant  reason  had  begun 
 
 To  form  our  lips  to  praise. 
 
 3  Each  object  we  beheld 
 
 Gave  pleasure  to  our  eyes ; 
 
 And  nature  all  our  senses  neld, 
 
 Li  bands  of  sweet  surprise. 
 
 4  But  pleasures  more  refin'd 
 
 Awaited  tliat  bless'd  day. 
 When  light  arose  upon  our  mind. 
 And  chas'd  our  fears  away. 
 
 5  How  new  thy  mercies  then  I 
 
 How  sovereign  and  how  free  I 
 Our  souls  that  had  been  dead  in  sin. 
 Were  made  alive  to  thee. 
 
 6  Xow  we  expect  a  day 
 
 Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
 When  death  shall  bear  our  souls  away 
 To  realms  of  light  and  bliss. 
 
 7  There  rapturous  scenes  of  joy, 
 
 Shall  burst  upon  our  sight; 
 And  every  pain,  and  tear,  and  sigh, 
 Be  drown'd  in  endless  night. 
 
 8  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 
 
 O,  Son  of  righteousness, 
 Our  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
 The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  33l^ 
 
 9  Nor  shall  that  radiant  day 
 So  joyfully  begun, 
 In  evening  shadows  die  away 
 Beneatli  the  setting-  sun. 
 10  How  various  and  how  new 
 
 Are  thy  compassions,  Lord  I 
 Eternity  thy  love  shall  shew, 
 And  all  thy  truth  record. 
 
 8§. 
 
 Christ  ever  lives  our  intercessor. 
 
 i  J"  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives/ 
 
 -*-  What  comforts  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 
 He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
 He  lives,  my  ever-Uving  head  I 
 
 2  He  lives,  triumphantly  and  brave, 
 He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 
 
 He  lives,  all  glorious  in  the  sky,' 
 He  lives,  exalted  far  on  high  1 
 
 3  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
 He  lives,  to  plead  my  cause  above. 
 He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
 He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 
 
 4  He  lives,  to  give  me  full   supplies, 
 He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  eyes, 
 He  lives,  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
 He  lives,  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint, 
 
 5  He  lives,  to  crush  the  fiends  of  hell. 
 He  lives,  and  doth  within  me  dwell. 
 He  lives,  to  heal,  and  keep  me  whole, 
 He  lives,  to  guide  my  feeble   soul. 
 
 6  He  lives,  to  banish  all  my  fears, 
 He  lives,  to  wipe  away  my  tears. 
 He  lives,  to  calm  my  troubled  hetort. 
 He  lives,  all  blessings  to  impart. 
 
340  SPIRITUAL  SO^^GS. 
 
 7  He  lives,  my  kind  and  o^racious  friend, 
 He  live?,  and  loves  me  to  th-e  end  ; 
 He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sinfr, 
 He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 
 
 8  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his   name, 
 He  lives,  my  Jesus  still  the  same  ; 
 O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
 *  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.' 
 
 §9. 
 
 "T'LL  s'lnrr  niy  Saviour's  grace, 
 -°-     And  liis  dear  name  I'll  praise. 
 While  in  this  land  of  sorrow  I  remain ; 
 
 My  trouhles  soon  will  end, 
 
 Tiien  will  my  soul  ascend. 
 Where  I  shall  hunger,  thirst,  nor  mourn  again 
 
 A  pilgrim  here  belov/. 
 
 In  this  vain  world  I  go ; 
 I  live  an  exile,  mourning  like  the  dove ; 
 
 My  days  vritli  sorrow  rcll, 
 
 And  my   poor  weary  soul, 
 With  earnest  longing,  pants  to  mount  ahovQ 
 
 Though  few  my  days  have  been. 
 
 Much  trouble  I  have  seen, 
 And  deep  affliction  I  have  waded  through 
 
 For  thorny  is  the  way 
 
 To  everlasting  day  ; 
 Yet  forward  do  I  press,  my  God  to  know. 
 
 Another  day  is  gone. 
 
 And  the  declining  sun 
 Has  vcil'd  its  radiant  beams  in  silent  shades , 
 
 While  gloomy  darkness  reigns 
 
 O'er  the  extensive  plains, 
 And  awful  silence  close  the  solemn  scene. 
 
 Then  rapid  flies  away 
 
 The  next  succeeding  day, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ^41 
 
 And  life's  declining  li^fht  draws  to  a  close, 
 
 This  life's  short,  setting  sun, 
 
 "Will  soon  in  death  go  down. 
 And  lay  my  v\-cary  limbs  in  sweet  repose^ 
 
 )       On  eagles'  wings  of  love 
 I  shall  then  mount  above, 
 And  find  ni}^  passage  safe  to  endless  day  * 
 Then  happy,  sweet  surprise, 
 What  wonders  will  arise, 
 When  free  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumbrous 
 clay  ! 
 
 7  O,  what  a  glorious  siglit, 
 Mix'd  with  extreme  delight. 
 
 Will  strike  my  ravish'd  e^'c,  when  I  bcliold 
 
 Fair  Salem's  gates  appear. 
 
 And  I  a  drawing  near 
 7'o  those  bright  streets  of  pure,  transparent 
 gold  I 
 
 8  In  raptures  I  sliall  blaze, 
 \Vhilc  on  my  King  I  gaze, 
 
 The    man  who    suffer'd,    groan'd    and    died 
 for  me  ; 
 
 Who  bore  my  loral  of  sin, 
 
 i<Iy  sorrow,  grief  and  pain, 
 To  make  mc  happy  and  to  set  me  free. 
 
 9  To  living  fountains  tlien. 
 And  richest  pastures  green, 
 
 To  trees  of  Paradise  he'll  lead  his  lambs  ; 
 
 While  millions  falling  down, 
 
 Prostrated  all  around. 
 And    at   his   footstool    cast    tlicir    glitt'ring 
 cro\\Tis. 
 
 10       The  heavenly  arclics  ring, 
 Sing  Hallelujah  !  sing ; 
 Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy,  bleeding  lianib, 
 
342  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Once  we  were  dead  in  sin, 
 But  now  we  live  again, 
 And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  his  nama 
 
 90.     7,  6. 
 Tune.     Heavenly  PRosPEct. 
 
 I'M  on  my  way  to  Zion  ; 
 I  bid  tlie  world  farewell : 
 Come,  all  my  old  companions, 
 
 In  spite  of  earth  and  hell : 
 Though  Satan's  army  rageg^ 
 
 And  all  the  world  combine, 
 The  Lord  for  us  engages 
 
 The  strength  of  grace  divine. 
 
 2  I'll  blow  the  silver  trumpet. 
 
 And  on  the  nations  call ; 
 From  Calv'rj^'s  bloody  summit 
 
 Proclaim  his  death  to  all ; 
 Omie  try  his  love,  and  prove  him, 
 
 His  favom*  you  shall  gain. 
 Nor  can  you  fail  to  love  him, 
 
 Or  ever  come  in  vain. 
 
 3  And  if  you  want  a  witness, 
 
 Here  is  one  standing   forth. 
 Who  lately  felt  the   sweetness 
 
 Of  Jesus'  matchless  worth ; 
 It  comes  in  copious  showers 
 
 The  body  can't  contain ; 
 It  fills  the  ransom'd  powers, 
 
 And  spreads  into  a  main. 
 
 4  The  glories  of  that  kingdom 
 
 I\Iy  soul  can  ne'er  describe. 
 Although  in  heavenly  wisdom 
 
 I  feel  the  blood  applied. 
 O,  come  unto  the  Saviour, 
 
 And  you  shall  feel  his  love , 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  343 
 
 Tis  of  most  pleasant  flavour  ; 
 It  comes  from  heaven  above. 
 
 5  My  soul  loolcs  up  and  sees  him, 
 
 And  he  his  love  doth  send, 
 While  I  continue  thinking, 
 
 When  will  my  journey  end  ? 
 It  cannot  be  mucli  lon<rer 
 
 Till  I  shall  with  him  reign, 
 And  be  a  heavenly  songster, 
 
 And  ne'er  return  again. 
 
 6  The  wisest  in  his  favour 
 
 Can  never  well  describe 
 The  brightness  which  the  Sa\'iour 
 
 Puts  on  his  lovely  bride ; 
 When  heaven  has  grown  all  hoary, 
 
 We  shall  have  but  begun 
 To  wear  our  crowns  of  glory, 
 
 Briofht  shininof  as  tlie  sun. 
 
 Dr,  Watts.]     91. 
 Converse  with  Christ 
 
 I'M  tir'd  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms. 
 And'  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms  , 
 Their  conversation  cloys, 
 Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff; 
 But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
 
 Of  thy    sweet   company,   my  Lord,   tliou 
 life  of  all  my  joys. 
 2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love. 
 
 Through  every  view  my  passions  move. 
 
 The  captives  of  his  tongue  ; 
 In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground 
 J  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
 
 Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  think 
 the  darkness  long. 
 
344  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour,  God, 
 Count  o'er  my  sins  (a  heavy  Ic^d) 
 
 He  bore  upon  tlie  tree, 
 Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shr^me, 
 And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name 
 
 That  knew  not   guilt   nor  grief  his  own, 
 but  bore  it  all  for  me. 
 
 4  Next,  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
 And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er. 
 
 Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears ; 
 Vet,  with  a  sympatlietic  smart, 
 There  's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart , 
 The   cursed   tree   has   blessings   in't,  my 
 sweetest  balm  it  bears. 
 J  I  hear  the  glorious  Suff'rer  tell, 
 How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell. 
 
 And  all  the  powers  beneath  ; 
 Transported  and  inspir'd,  my  tongue 
 Attempts  his  triumph  in  a  song, 
 
 Hov.'  hath  the  serpent  lost  his  sting  I  and 
 where  's  thy  victory,  death  ? 
 G  But  wlien  he  shows  his  hands,  his  heart, 
 And  thosfc  dear  prints  of  dj'ing  smart. 
 
 He  sets  my  soul  on  fire  ; 
 Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
 With  more  delight  upon  that  breast. 
 
 Nor  Tliomas  pry  into  those  wounds  with 
 more  intense  desire. 
 T  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear, 
 
 And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 
 
 And  tell  him  all  my  pains ; 
 Thus,  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart. 
 In  every  woe  he  bears  a  part ; 
 
 His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  mj 
 drooping  head  sustains. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ^45 
 
 RYL.VND.]      92.      CM. 
 
 IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
 My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
 Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-lov'd  saints, 
 For  I  must  go  with  you. 
 
 2  Throu^rh  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead 
 
 I'll  Ibllow  where  he  goes  ; 
 Hinder  me  not  I  shall  be  my  cry. 
 Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 
 
 3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
 
 I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
 Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
 To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
 
 4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
 
 Still  tliis  my  cry  shall  be. 
 Hinder  me  not  I  come,  welcome,  death  I 
 I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
 
 93. 
 
 Tunc — Indian  Con^'Ert. 
 (The  followiiig  song  was  composed  and  sung  by  a  con 
 rerted  Indian,  and  reduced  to  writing  by  a  missionary 
 preacher.] 
 
 TX  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh, 
 
 -^  Den  me  look  heaven,  and    send  up  cry 
 
 Upon  my  knees  so  low, 
 Dat  God  on  high,  in  shiny  place, 
 See  poor  Indian  wid  teary  face; 
 
 De  preacher  tell  me  so. 
 2  God  send  he  angel  take  me  care ; 
 He  come  heself,  he  hear  my  prayer : 
 
 If  inside  heart  do  pray  ; 
 He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here, 
 He  say,  poor  Indian,  never  fear  I 
 
 Me  wid  you  all  do  day. 
 P  2 
 
346  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  Den  me  love  God  wid  inside  heart ; 
 He  fig^Iit  for  me,  he  take  my  part; 
 
 ^ii  save  my  life  before ; 
 Sroa  love  poor  Indian  in  de  wood. 
 Den  me  love  God,  and  dat  be  good, 
 
 Me  praise  him  two  time  more. 
 
 94. 
 
 XN  the  house  of  king  David  a  fomitain  did 
 
 -*-         spring. 
 
 For  sm  and  uncleanncss,  from  Jesus  our  King; 
 
 This  fountain  proves  healing  whenever  ap- 
 plied ; 
 
 It  sprang  from  the  bowels  of  Christ  when  he 
 died. 
 
 2  If  you  are  polluted,  this  water  makes  clean ; 
 This  blood,  it  will  pardon,  and  free  from  all 
 
 sin  ; 
 And  Christ,  the  Physician,  hath  balm  to  apply, 
 A  balsam  for  healing ;  come,  venture  and  try. 
 
 3  If  you  are  o'erwhclm'd  with  mountains  of 
 
 guilt,  ^ 
 Come,  bathe  in  this  fountain,  for  sinners  'twas 
 
 spilt ; 
 Here  's  peace  for  your  conscience,  your  guilt 
 
 to  remove. 
 And  rivers  of  love,  your  affections  to  soothe. 
 
 4  If  you  are  distressed,  and  weary  of  sin, 
 This  fountain  stands  open,  come  now  venture 
 
 in ; 
 Here  's  everything  needed  for  sinners  undone, 
 And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to  come. 
 
 5  If  you  are  bemoaning  your  w^eakness  in  grace. 
 This  fountain  stands  ready,  'twill  answer  youi 
 
 case ; 
 
SPlRrrUAL  SONGS.  J% 
 
 Come,  draw  wlicn  you're  weary,  and  drink 
 
 when  you're  dr}' ; 
 It  was  for  the  needy  that  Jesus  did  die. 
 
 6  Come,  you  who  have  bath'd  in  this  fountain 
 
 of  love, 
 And  felt  all  the  burden  of  g:uilt  to  removo 
 Let's  join  to  praise  Jesus  as  lon^  as  wc^c 
 
 breath, 
 And,  after  we're  laid  in  tlie  dust  of  tlie  earth 
 
 7  Then,   there  we  shall  sleep,  but  not  always 
 
 remain  ; 
 We  look  for  the  comings  of  Jesus  ag"ain ; 
 And  when  we  behold  liim,  we'll  lay  by  our 
 
 shrouds, 
 And  rise  to  meet  Jesus,   our  Lord,  in   the 
 
 clouds. 
 
 8  How  we  shall  be  fashion'd  it  doth  not  appear 
 But  we  shall  be  like  him  approved  and  clear 
 And  that  blessed  hour  we're  long-ing  to  see. 
 When  we  shall  be  perfectly  holy  as  he. 
 
 9  O,  then  he'll  receive  us  with  joy  and  great 
 
 mirth, 
 Sapng-,  *  Welcome  my  jewels,  redccm'd  from 
 
 the  earth  I' 
 He'll  not  be  asham'd  to  call  us  his  bride, 
 More  precious  to  him  than  the  silver  that  '3 
 
 tried. 
 
 95.     L.  M. 
 
 T  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did 
 -*-  Tiie  vain  deliorhts  of  earth  to  shire; 
 Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
 
 That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 
 It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross. 
 
 First  wean'd  my  soul  from  eartlLy  things. 
 
348  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Aiid  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
 
 Tiie  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 
 
 3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee. 
 
 That  quickens  all  things  wlicn  it  flows, 
 And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
 Bloom  like  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 
 
 4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
 
 The  notice  of  tliy  Father's  eye, 
 None  prove  less  grateful  to  his  care. 
 Or  yield  him  meaner  fruit  ilvin  I. 
 
 96. 
 
 "I'T  is  a  glorious  mystery, 
 -*-  'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder, 
 That  ever  I  should  saved  be  ; 
 'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder  I 
 
 2  No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell, 
 
 'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder. 
 Why  God  should  save  my  soul  from  hell,' 
 'Tis  a  wonder,  wonder,  wonder. 
 
 3  (rreat  mystery  I  do  behold. 
 
 That  God  should  ever  save  a  soul; 
 }}ut  here  's  a  greater  mystery. 
 That  he  bestow'd  his  grace  on  me. 
 
 4  (Treat  mystery,  I  can't  tell  why. 
 
 That  Christ  for  sinners  e'er  should  die, 
 ]]at  here  's  a  greater  mystery. 
 That  he  should  ever  die  for  me. 
 
 5  (xreat  mystery,  that  Christ  should  plac« 
 His  love  on  those  of  Adam's  race; 
 But  liere  's  a  greater  mystery. 
 
 That  he  should  set  his  love  on  me, 
 
 6  Wliy  was  I  not  still  left  behind, 
 Witii  thousand  others  of  mankind, 
 AVh.)  run  the  dangerous  sinful  race, 
 And  die  and  never  taste  his  sfrace  ? 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ^49 
 
 7  No  mortal  can  a  reason  find  ; 
 *Tis  mercy  tree,  and  grace  divine  ; 
 O,  'tis  a  g-Iorious  mystery, 
 And  will  be,  to  eternity. 
 
 9T.     L.  M, 
 
 T'VE  listed  in  tlic  holy  war, 
 
 -■-  Content  with  suff'ring  soldier's  fare; 
 
 The    banner  o'er  my  head  is  love, 
 
 I  draw  my  rations  from  above. 
 
 2  I'vG.  fought  through  many  a  battle  sore, 
 And  I  must  fight  through  many  more ; 
 
 I  take  my  breast-plate,  sword  and  shield, 
 And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 
 
 3  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan    too, 
 Unite  and  strive  what  they  can  do , 
 On  thee,  O  Lord,  I  humbly  call ; 
 Uphold  me  or  my  soul  must  fall. 
 
 4  I've    listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
 Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight ; 
 And  when  the  victory  I  have  won, 
 Til  give  the  praise  to  God  alone. 
 
 5  Come,  Fellow-Christians,  join  with  me  ; 
 Come,  face  the  foe,  and  never  flee  ; 
 Tiie  heavenly  battle  is  begun, 
 
 Come,  take  the  field  and  win  the  cro^Ti. 
 
 6  With  listing  orders  I  have  come  ; 
 
 Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  or  young 
 Here's  grace's  bounty,  ('hrist  has  given. 
 And  glorious  crowns  laid  up  in  heaveru 
 
 7  Our  Gen'ral,  he  is  gone  before. 
 
 And  you  may  draw  on   grace's  store  ; 
 But,  if  you  will  not  list  and  fight, 
 You'll  sink  into  eternal  night 
 
850  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 98.    L.  M. 
 
 The  Philosophers  experience. 
 WALK'D  abroad  one  morning  fair, 
 
 1 
 
 When  odours  sweetly  balm'd  the  air, 
 And  birds  their  artless  notes  did  sing" 
 To  welcome  in  the  cheerful  spring. 
 
 2  Surveying  nature  all  around, 
 
 The  scene  w4th  wonder  did  abound  ; 
 But  while  my  ravish'd  eyes  were  charm'd 
 An  inward  voice  my  soul  alarm'd. 
 
 3  '  Would  you  all  nature  comprehend  ? 
 
 *  You'd   better  learn  to  know  your  end. 
 
 *  Those  beauties  which  you  now  survey, 
 '  Will,  like  yourself,  soon  pass  away. 
 
 4  '  But  death  is  not  alone  your  doom  ; 
 
 *  To  judgment  you  must  shortly  come : 
 
 *  Wlien  hills  and  valleys  are  all  fled, 
 
 '  Where  will  you  hide  your  guilty  head  T 
 
 5  Black  horrors  seiz'd  my  frighted  soul ; 
 Billows  of  woe  did  o'er  me  roll  ; 
 
 I  fell,  and  almost  lost  my  breath  ; 
 
 I  tliought  I  soon  should  sink  in  death. 
 
 6  The  little  birds  from  spray  to  spray 
 Were  hymning  praises  all  the  day. 
 In  artless  anthems  to  their  God, 
 While  I  lay  welt'ring  in  my  blood. 
 
 7  Thus,  trembling  o'er  a  gulf  I  lay. 
 But  dar'd  not  move  my  lips  to  pray ; 
 I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
 
 And  trampled  on  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 8  To  my  amazement  and  surprise, 
 I  saw  a  cloud  descend  the  skies, 
 And  in  the  midst  a  fairer  one 
 Than  any  of  the  sons  of  men. 
 
^  SPIRITUAL  SOxNGS.  351 
 
 9  His  curled  locks  were  snowy  wliilc, 
 iris  g^arments  far  exceeded  light; 
 The  sun  grew  pale  before  his  face ; 
 His  feet  were  like  to  burnish'd  brass. 
 
 10  He  spake,  and  brig-htness  shone  around  : 
 He  said  '  I  have  a  ransom  found  ; 
 
 *  I've  bought  your  pardon  on  the  tree, 
 '  And  come  to  set  the  pris'ner  free.' 
 
 11  !My  heart  rebounded  like  a  roe, 
 And  glory  in  my  soul  did  flow, 
 My  sins  were  gone,  and  I  was  free, 
 ^ly  Saviour  liv'd  and  died  for  me. 
 
 12  I  Icap'd  and  shouted  out  so  loud, 
 
 And  long'd  for  wings  to  reach  the  cloud, 
 T'  embrace  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 
 And  gaze  for  ever  on  his  charms. 
 
 99. 
 
 TERUSALE^I,  my  happy  home, 
 •^    O,  how  I  long  for  thee  I 
 When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
 Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 
 
 2  Tliy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
 
 INIost  glorious   to  behold ; 
 Tliy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
 Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 
 
 3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green, 
 
 yiy  study  long  have  been  ; 
 Sucli  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight 
 Has  never  yet  been  seen. 
 
 4  If  heaven  be  thus  so  glorious.  Lord, 
 
 Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
 What  foliy  'tis,  that  I  should  dread 
 To  die  and  go  from  hence. 
 
352  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grao«, 
 
 And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
 Wliere  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
 And  Sabbaths  never  end. 
 
 6  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory  's  gone ; 
 
 Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
 And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
 AVill  soon  come  after  me. 
 
 7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu 
 
 I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 
 
 And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
 
 Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 
 
 8  There  we  sliall  meet  and  no  more  part, 
 
 And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise, 
 While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart 
 Shall  tune  the  song  Free  Grace. 
 
 9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 
 
 Our  song  shall  still  go  on. 
 To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 And  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 
 10  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 
 
 Bright,  shining  as  the  sun. 
 We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise. 
 
 Than  when  we  first  begun. 
 
 100. 
 
 "TTESUS,  at  thy  command 
 •^  I  launch  into  the  deep. 
 And  leave  my  native  land. 
 
 Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
 For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
 And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 
 2  Thou  art  my  pilot,  wise  ; 
 
 My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
 My  soul  each  storm  defies 
 
 While  I  have  such  a  Lord. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  353 
 
 I  trust  thy  fliith fulness  and  power 
 lo  save  nie  in  tlie  trying  hour. 
 
 3  Thougli  rocks  and  quieksands  deep 
 
 Tlirough  all  niy  pa.-.sagc  lie, 
 Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 
 
 x\nd  guide  me  witii  his  eye. 
 ]\Iy  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
 And  every  boisterous  storm  outride. 
 
 4  By  faith  I  see  tlie  land, 
 
 The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
 My  soul,  tliy  sails  expand, 
 
 And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast  I 
 O,  may  1  reach  the   heavenly  shore, 
 Where  winds  and  waves  distiess  no  more. 
 
 5  Wncne*er  bccalmM  I  lie, 
 
 And  storms  forbear  to  toss  ; 
 Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 
 
 Lest  I  should  suflcr  loss  ; 
 For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread 
 Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 
 G  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 
 
 A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace  ; 
 Waft  me  from  all  below 
 
 To  heaven,  m}'  destin'd  place. 
 Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
 And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
 
 101. 
 
 JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
 The  wine-press  trends  alone  ; 
 Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up, 
 
 With  his  expirmg  groan. 
 Lo  I  the  power  of  heaven  he  shakes 
 
 Nature  in  convulsion  lies; 
 Earth's  profoundest  centre  quakes, 
 The  great  Jehovah  dies  I 
 
854  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Dies  the  glorious  Cause  of  All» 
 
 The  true  eternal  Plan 
 Falls,  to  raise  us  from  our  fall, 
 
 To  ransom  sinful  man. 
 Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light 
 
 With  the  suiFerer  sympathize, 
 Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night, 
 
 While  his  Creator  dies, 
 
 3  O,  my  God,  he  dies  for  me, 
 
 I  feel  the  mortal  smart; 
 See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 
 
 A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart 
 O,  that  all  to  tliee  would  turn! 
 
 Sinners,  you  may  love  him  too; 
 Look  on  him,  ye  pierc'd,  and  mouir 
 
 For  one  who  bled  for  you. 
 
 4  Weep  o'er  your  Desire  and  Hope, 
 
 With  tears  of  humbl(;st  love  ; 
 Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 
 
 And  reigns  enthroned  above , 
 Lives,  our  Head,  to  die  no  more ; 
 
 Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given, 
 WorshippM  as  he  was  before, 
 
 Tlie  eternal  King  of  heaven. 
 
 102. 
 
 JESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing. 
 Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above ; 
 May  we  all  go  home  a  praying. 
 
 And  rejoicing  in  tliy  love. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies. 
 
 Since  together  we  have  been; 
 
 Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
 
 CJeanse  us  a]  J  from  every  sii^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  a^ 
 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet  again. 
 May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  witli  us, 
 
 To  each  one's  respective  home, 
 And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 
 
 Rest  upon  us  every  one. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  at  home* 
 
 103. 
 
 JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
 Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
 False   to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
 
 Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
 Let  me  be  by  grace  rcstor'd, 
 
 On  me  be  all  its  fullness  shown* 
 Turn  and  look  ujxdu  me.  Lord, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 2  Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above, 
 
 Repentance  to  impart, 
 Give  nit^  tlirough  thy  dying  love. 
 
 The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
 Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
 
 A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown. 
 Turn,  .^c. 
 
 3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 
 
 Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
 Life,  and  happiness,  and   love, 
 
 Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
 Speak  the  reconciling  word. 
 
 And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down. 
 Turn,    &c. 
 
 4  Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 
 
 Was  clos'd,  that  we  might  live ; 
 *Fatlier,'  (at  the  point  to  die, 
 3Iy  Saviour  gasp'd,)  '  forgive,' 
 
356  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Surely,  with  that  dying-  word, 
 
 He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries  ''tis  done 
 O,  my  loving-,  bleeding-  Lord, 
 
 This  breaks  iny  heart  of  stone. 
 
 104. 
 TESL^S,  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  high-way  of  holiness, 
 I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is   the  way  I  long  have  souglit, 
 And  m.ourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
 My  grief  my  burden  long  has  been, 
 Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 
 
 4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
 I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
 'Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
 
 *  Come,  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way.' 
 
 5  Lo  I    glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb. 
 Slialt  take  me  to  tliee  as  I  am  ; 
 
 My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give ; 
 Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
 
 6  Tiien  I  will  tell  to  sinners  round, 
 What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found, 
 I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
 And  say,   '  Behold  the  way  to  God.' 
 
 105.     7s. 
 
 JESUS'  precious  name  excels 
 Jordan's  streams  and  Salem's  wells  ; 
 Thirsty  sinners,  come  and  draw ; 
 Quench  the  flames  of  Sinai's  law 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3Jj7 
 
 2  Fearful  sinners,  conic  and  try ; 
 Draw,  and  drink  willi  inward  joy ; 
 Christ  is  fresli,  and  full,  and  free; 
 Sinners,  come,  whoe'er  you  be. 
 
 3  Sec  tiie  waters  sprin^insr  up, 
 To  revive  your  lang-uid  hope  ; 
 Fill  your  vessels  as  it  rolls, 
 And  refresh  your  weary  souls. 
 
 4  Lo  I    the  Spirit  now  invites ; 
 Lo !    the  happy  Bride  unites ; 
 Jesus  calls,  be  not  alraid ; 
 
 liO  I    for  you  the  will  was  made. 
 
 5  Justice  made  it  in  the  Lamb, 
 Mercy  grants  It  throuxi^h  his  name  ; 
 Faith  receives  a  full  supply ; 
 Those  who  drink  it  eajinot  die. 
 
 6  [Careless  siimer,  let  me  tell, 
 Not  a  drop  is  found  in   hell ; 
 Not  a  drop  to  ease  your  smart ; 
 Not  a  drop  to  ccjol  your  heart.] 
 
 7  Haste  you  to  tlie  Lamb  of  God, 
 Sef^k  salvation  in  his  blood ; 
 
 In  it  there  is  boundless  store 
 For  ten  tliousand  thousand  more. 
 
 8  Constant  tribute  let  us  brin^ 
 For  this  soul-refreshing-  spring- ; 
 Constant  let  our  praises  rise. 
 Till  we  drink  above  tlie  skies. 
 
 100.     L.  ^l.     Bridegroom. 
 
 JESUS,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 
 His  life  my  wrctclied  soul  to  save ; 
 Rcsolv'd  to  make  his  mercy  known. 
 He  kindly  claims  me  for  his  own. 
 
858  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Rebellious,  I  ag-ainst  him  strove, 
 Till  melted  and  constrain'd  by  love ; 
 With  sin  and  self  I  freely  part ; 
 
 The  heavenly  Bridegroom  wins  my  heiuU 
 
 3  My  guilt,  my  wretchedness  he  knows, 
 Yet  takes  and  owns  me  for  his  spouse ; 
 My  debt  he  pays,  and  sets  me  free. 
 And  makes  his  riclies  o'er  to  me, 
 
 4  3Iy  filthy  rags  are  laid  aside  ; 
 
 He  clothes  me  as  becomes  his  bride; 
 Himself  bestows  my  wedding-dress, 
 His  robe  of  perfect  righteousness. 
 
 5  Lost  in  astonishment,  I  see, 
 Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  for  me ; 
 With  angels,  I  thy  grace  adore, 
 
 And  long  to  love  and  praise  thee  more: 
 
 6  Since  thou  wilt  take  me  for  thy  bride, 
 Keep  me,  O  Saviour,  near  thy  side  ; 
 
 I  fain  would  give  thee  all  my  heart. 
 Nor  ever  from  my  Lord  depart. 
 
 107.      C.  M. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's   friend; 
 As  such,  I  look  to  thee  ; 
 Now,  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
 
 0  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 2  Remember  the  pure  word  of  grace ; 
 
 Remember  Calvary  ; 
 Remember  all  thy  dying  groans. 
 And  then,  remember  me. 
 
 3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  witli  God, 
 
 1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 
 
 While  thou  art  sitting  en  thy  throne, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  359 
 
 4  I  o\vn  I'm  guilty,  own  Pra  vile, 
 
 Yet  thy  salvation's  free; 
 Then  in  thy  all-abounding  grace. 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 
 
 Kowe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
 Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
 Do  thou  remember  me. 
 
 6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 
 
 And  creature-helps  all  flee. 
 Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 
 I  pray,  remember  me. 
 
 Newton.]     lOS. 
 T   ET  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
 -■-^  Weep  and  love  my  life  away, 
 While  I  see  Him  on  the  tree, 
 Weep,  and  bleed,  and  die  for  me» 
 
 2  That  dear  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
 Shows  my  sin  in  all  its  guilt ; 
 All,  my  soul,  he  bore  the  load ; 
 Thou  hast  slain  the  Lamb  of  God. 
 
 3  Hark  I  his  dying  word  '  forgive,' 
 Father,  let  the  sinner  live  ; 
 Sinner,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 
 
 I  th}'  ransom  freely  pay. 
 
 4  While  I  hear  thy  grace  reveal'd. 
 And  obtain  a  pardon  seal'd. 
 
 All  my  soft  affections  move, 
 Waken'd  by  the  force  of  love. 
 
 5  Farewell,  world  I  thy  gold  is  dross , 
 Now  I  see  the  bleeding  cross ; 
 Jesus  died  to  set  me  free 
 
 From  tlie  law,  and  sin,  and  thee. 
 
 6  He  has  dearly  bought  my  soul ; 
 Lord,  accept  and  claim  the  whole  • 
 
360  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  thy  will  I  all  resign, 
 
 Now  no  more  my  own,  but  thine. 
 
 109.     8,7. 
 
 X  ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 
 -*-^  Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease 
 Come,  oh  I  come  and  reign  for  ever, 
 
 God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace ; 
 Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 
 
 See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  ; 
 Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
 
 Come,  good  Sheplierd,  feed  thy  sheog^ 
 5  Some  are  following  men's  inventions. 
 
 And  reject  tiie  Saviour's  laws  ; 
 Hence  divisions  and  contentions 
 
 Sully  the  Redeemer's  cause  ; 
 Hence  we  suffer  persecution  ; 
 
 Foolish  virgins  soundly  sleep ; 
 AH  is  uproar  and  confusion  ; 
 
 Come,  good  Sheplierd,  feed  thy  sht  »'▼ 
 
 3  Saviour  God,  with  courage  arm  us. 
 
 Help  us  still  to  persevere  ; 
 Nothing,  we  are  sure,  can  harm  us 
 
 Wiiilc  our  loving  Shepherd  's  neai 
 Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus  I 
 
 At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap  ; 
 He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us ; 
 
 The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep 
 
 4  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit ; 
 
 We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth 
 Guide,  O  guide  us  by  thy  Spirit , 
 
 Help  us  to  embrace  tlie  truth ; 
 Help  us  on  thy  word  to  venture 
 
 Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
 Ivove  our  Lord,  i^dore  our  Saviour ; 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheop 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  361 
 
 5  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  Salvatiot 
 Saying,  *  Fear  not,  little  flock ; 
 
 *  I  myself  am  your  foundation, 
 
 '  You  are  built  upon  this  Rock ; 
 
 *  Shun  tlie  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
 
 '  Near  your  Shepherd  constant  .leep, 
 
 *  Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy  ; 
 
 *  I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.' 
 €  Christ  alone  our  souls  shall  rest  on ; 
 
 Taught  by  him,  we'll  own  his  name ; 
 Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus ; 
 
 How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame  I 
 Now  we'll  rush  thro'  what  encumbers, 
 
 Ev'ry  hindrance  overleap, 
 Undisraay'd  by  force  or  numbers; — 
 
 The  good  Sheplierd  feeds  his  sheep 
 
 Hart.]     110.     8,  7. 
 
 W/mi  it  is  to  be  a   Christian, 
 
 LET  us  ask  tli'  important  question, 
 (Brethren  be  not  too  secure,) 
 What  is  it  to  be  a  Christian  ? 
 
 How  may  we  our  hearts  assure  ? 
 Vain  is  all  our  best  devotion. 
 
 If  on   false  foundation  built : 
 True  religion  's  more  than  notion  ; 
 
 Something  must  be  knoicn  and  felt, 
 'Tis  to  trust  our  vrell- beloved 
 
 In  his  blood  has  wash'd  us  clein  ; 
 *Tis  to  hope  our  guilt's  removed 
 
 Though  we  feel  it  rise  within 
 To  believe  that  all  is  finish'd, 
 
 Though  so  much  remains  t'  ervl  are  ; 
 Find  the  dangers  undimmish'd. 
 
 Yet  to  hold  deliv'ranee  sure, 
 
 Q 
 
362  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  'Tis  to  credit  contradictions, 
 
 Talk  witli  him  one  never  sees, 
 Cry  and  groan  beneath  afflictions. 
 
 Yet  to  dread  the  thoughts  of  ease  ; 
 'Tis  to  feel  tlie  fight  against  us. 
 
 Yet  the  victory  hope  to  gain, 
 To  believe  that  Christ  has  cleansM  us, 
 
 Though  tJie  leprosy  remain. 
 
 4  Tis  to  hear  the  Holy  Spirit 
 
 Prompting  us  to  secret  prayer ; 
 To  rejoice  in  Jesus'  merit, 
 
 Yet  continual  sorrow  bear  ; 
 To  receive  a  full   remission 
 
 Of  our  sins  for  evermore, 
 Yet  to  sigh  wath  sore  contrition, 
 
 Begging  mercy  every  hour. 
 
 5  To  be  steadfast  in  believing, 
 
 Yet  to  tremble,  fear,  and  quake, 
 Every  moment  be  receiving 
 
 Strength,  and  yet  be  always  weak ; 
 To  be  fighting,  iieeing,  turning  ; 
 
 Ever  sinkiiig,  yet  to  swim  ; 
 To  converse  with  Jesus,  nxourning 
 
 For  ourselves,  or  else  for  him. 
 
 111. 
 
 Ju'lgment.     Rev.  i.  7 ;  vi.  14,  17  ;  xxiii,  17,  2? 
 
 LO  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 
 Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain  ; 
 Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
 Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 
 2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  hira, 
 Kobed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  363 
 
 Tliose  who  set  at  nauj^ht  and  sold  him, 
 Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  tJie  tree, 
 
 Deeply  wailing", 
 Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 
 
 3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain. 
 
 Heaven,  and  earth,  shall  flee  away ; 
 All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded. 
 Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 
 
 Come  to  judgment  I 
 Come  to  judgment  I  come  av/ay  I 
 
 4  Now,  redemption,  long  expected, 
 
 Sec  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ; 
 All  his  saints,  by  man   rejected, 
 Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air  ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 See  the  day  of  God  appear. 
 
 5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  spirit, 
 
 Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
 The  new  heaven  aiid  eartli  t'  inherit, 
 Take  thy  pining  exiles  home ; 
 
 All  creation 
 Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come. 
 
 6  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee. 
 
 High  on  thine  exalted  throne 
 Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory. 
 Claim  the  kingdom  for  thy  own ; 
 
 O,  come  quickly. 
 Hallelujah,  come,  Lord,  come. 
 
 112. 
 
 Paiiing. 
 
 T  ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
 -■-^  And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
 Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
 We're  lotli  to  leave  the  place. 
 
364  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Yet,  Father,  since  it, is  thy  will, 
 
 That  we  must  part  again, 
 O,  let  thy  precious  presence  still 
 With  every  one  remain. 
 
 3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
 
 Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
 Till  we  around  the  glorious  throne 
 Shall  joyous  meet  above, 
 
 4  Where  sin  and  sorrow,  from  each  heart, 
 
 Shall  then  for  ever  fly ; 
 And  not  one  thought,  that  we  shall  part 
 Once  intercept  our  joy. 
 
 5  Where,  void  of  all   distracting  pains, 
 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
 But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains. 
 Redeeming  love  admire. 
 
 6  And  thus  througli  all  eternity, 
 
 Upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
 The  great,  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
 Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 
 
 Hart.]     113. 
 
 LUKEWARM  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger. 
 See  what  hosts  your  camp  surromid ; 
 Arm  to  battle,  lag   no  longer. 
 
 Hark  I  the  silver  trumpets  sound. 
 Wake,  ye  sleepers ;  wake,  what  mean  you  7 
 
 Sin  besets  you  round  about, 
 Up  and  search,  the  world 's  within  you  ,* 
 Slay  or  chase  the  traitor  out. 
 2  What  enchants  you  ?  pelf  or  pleasure  ? 
 
 Pluck  right  eyes,  with  right  hands  part; 
 Ask  your  conscience,  where  's  your  treasure ; 
 
 For  be  certain  there  's  your  heart. 
 Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit ; 
 Lo  I  the  bloody  flag 's  unfurl'd  ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  365 
 
 That  base  heart,  (the  word  has  said  it ;) 
 
 Loves  not  God,  that  loves  the  world. 
 3  God  and  Mammon  ?  O,  be  wiser ; 
 
 Serve  tliem  both  ?  It  cannot  be ; 
 Ease  in  warfare,  saint  and  miser  ? 
 
 These  will  never  well  agree. 
 Shun  the  shame  of  foully  fallinof, 
 
 C umber 'd  captives  clogg'd  with  clay ; 
 Prove  your  faith,  make  sure  your  calling", 
 
 Wield  the  sword  and  win  tiie  day. 
 i  Forward  press,  toward   perfection ; 
 
 "NV'atch  and  pray,  and  all  things  prove  ; 
 Seek  to  know  your  God's  election. 
 
 Search  his  everlasting  love. 
 Dread  backsliding,  scorn  dissembling ; 
 
 Xow  salvation 's  near  in  view. 
 Work  it  out  with  fear  and  trembling; 
 
 'Tis  your  God  that  works  in  you. 
 
 114. 
 
 Geihsemane. 
 
 MANY  woes  had  Christ  endur'd, 
 Many  sore  temptations  met, 
 Patient,  and  to  pains  inur'd  ; 
 
 But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
 AVas  to  be  sustained  in   thee, 
 bloomy,  sad,  Gethsemane  I 
 
 gth  the  dreadful  night, 
 je,  witli  its  iron  rod, 
 .^od,  and  with  collected  might 
 Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
 See,  my  soul,  tlie  Saviour  see, 
 Grov'ling  in  Gethsemane. 
 3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt; 
 Tliis  thro'  grace  can  be  believed; 
 
366  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 But  the  torments  wliich  he  felt, 
 Are  too  vast  to  be  conceiv'd ; 
 None  can  penetrate  thro'  thee, 
 Doleful,  dark,  Gethsemane. 
 
 4  All  my  sins  against  my  God, 
 
 All  my  sins  ag-ainst  his  laws. 
 All  my  sins  against  his  blood, 
 
 All  my  sins  against  his  cause. 
 Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea. 
 Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane. 
 
 5  Here  's  my  claim,  and  here  alone, 
 
 None  a  Saviour  more  can  need ; 
 Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none. 
 
 Nor  a  work  that  I  can  plead ; 
 Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
 Only  in  Gethsemane. 
 
 6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 
 One  Almighty  God  of  love, 
 Prais'd  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
 
 In  thy  shining  courts  above  ; 
 We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 
 Bless  thee  for  Gethsemane. 
 
 115.  J 
 
 MIXTURES  of  joy  and  sorrow  I    dail^lf 
 do  pass  througli, 
 Sometimes  I'm  in  the  valley,    then  smking 
 
 down  with  woe ; 
 Sometimes  I  am  exalted,    on  eagles'  wing.<» 
 
 I  fly, 
 
 Rising  above  mount  Pisgah,  I  almost  reach 
 the  sky. 
 2  Sometimes  my  hopes  are  little,  I  almost  lay 
 them  by. 
 Sometimes    they   are    sufficient,    if  I    wera 
 call'd  to  die ; 
 
SPl  RITUAL  JSONCS.  367 
 
 Sometimes  I  am    in   doubting-,  and  tliink  I 
 
 have  no  grace, 
 Sometimes  I  am  a  shouting",  and    Bethel  is 
 
 tlie  place. 
 
 3  Sometimes    I    sliun    the    Christian,  for  fear 
 
 lie'll  talk  to  me. 
 Sometimes  he  is   the  neighbour  I    long  the 
 
 •    most  to  see, 
 Sometimes  we  meet  together  in  seasons  dry 
 
 and  dull. 
 Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  of  joy  that  fills 
 
 my  soul. 
 
 4  Sometimes    I    am    oppressed    by    Pharaolf  s 
 
 cruel  hand, 
 
 Sometimes  I  look  o'er  Jordan  and  view  the 
 promis'd  land; 
 
 Sometimes  I  am  in  darkness,  and  some- 
 times in  the  light. 
 
 Sometimes  my  soul,  on  wings  of  faith,  as- 
 cends in  lofty  flight. 
 
 5  Sometimes  I    go  in    mourning  down  Baby- 
 
 Ion's  cold  stream, 
 Sometimes    my  Lord's    religion    appears  to 
 
 be  my  theme, 
 Sometimes  when    I    am    praying,  it  almost 
 
 seems  a  task. 
 Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  the  greatest   I 
 
 can  ask. 
 (!  Sometimes    I    read    my    Bible,    it    seems    a 
 
 sealed  book. 
 Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  vrlierever  I  do 
 
 look  ; 
 Sometimes   I  go  to  meeting,   and  wish   I'd 
 
 staid  at  home. 
 Sometimes    I    find    my   Jesus,    and   then    I 
 
 gladly  come. 
 
ZTyS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 7  Oh  I   Jiow  am  I  tli'i?  tossed,   thus  tossed  to 
 
 and  fro, 
 How  are  my  hopes  thus   crossed,  wherever 
 
 I  do  go  I 
 O  Lord,  tliou  never  changest,  it  is   because 
 
 I  stray ; 
 Lord,  guide  me  by  the  Spirit,  and  keep  me 
 
 in  the  way. 
 
 116.     8,8,6. 
 l^TY  days,  my  weeks,  my  montJis,  my  years, 
 -''*-*-  Fly  rapid  as  the  whirUng  splieres 
 
 Around  their  steady  pole ; 
 Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
 Till  I  am  launch'd  through  boundless  deeps, 
 
 Where  endless  ages  roil. 
 
 2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
 How  swift  the  moments  pass  between  1 
 
 And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
 '  Unthinking  man,  remember  this. 
 Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 
 
 That  thou  must  groan  and  die.' 
 
 3  ^ly  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call; 
 Tiiine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 
 
 And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
 Beyond  the  vast  expansive   blue. 
 To  si]i2f  above,  as  angels  do. 
 
 Or  sink  in  endless  niglit. 
 
 4  Hov,'  great  tlie  bliss,  how  great  the  woe 
 Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 
 
 On  this  precarious  breath  I 
 The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows, 
 Whether  another  year  shall  close, 
 
 Ere  I  expire  in  death. 
 
 5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  its  round» 
 I  may  be  buried   under  ground, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  36& 
 
 And  there  in  silence  rot. 
 Alas  I    one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
 And  ere  twelve  montlis  shall  roll  between, 
 
 My  name  be  quite  forg-ot 
 
 6  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct. 
 Or  cease  to  live,  or  cease  to  think  ? 
 
 It  cannot,  cannot  be ; 
 Though  my  immortal  cannot  die. 
 What  wilt  tliou  do,  or  whitker  fly 
 
 When  death  shall  set  thee  free? 
 
 7  Will  IVIercy  then  her  arms  extend  ? 
 Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend. 
 
 And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place  ? 
 Or  shall  insulting-  fiends  appear. 
 And  drag-  thee  down  to  dcLrk  despair, 
 
 Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 
 
 8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone. 
 Beyond  the  present  life  are  known  ; 
 
 There  is  no  middle  state ; 
 My  soul,  attend  the  call  divine, 
 To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 
 
 Or,  it  may  be  too  late. 
 
 9  O,  do  not  pass  this  day  in  dreams ; 
 Vast  is  the  change,  whatever  it  seems 
 
 To  poor  unthinking  man ; 
 Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow. 
 Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now. 
 
 What  it  would  tell  me  then. 
 
 10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray. 
 Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way, 
 
 That  leads  to  jovs  on  high; 
 Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 
 
 Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 
 
 Q2 
 
,37t)  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 117.     L.  M.    Double. 
 
 MY  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame 
 That  I  may  in  tliy  holy  name, 
 Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
 While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice , 
 Then  will  I  shont,  then  will  I  sing-, 
 And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring" ; 
 I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore, 
 On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 
 
 2  O,  hope  of  glory,  Jesus  I    come. 
 
 And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  hc«ne  ; 
 
 For  the  short  remnant  of  my  days, 
 
 I  want  to  sing  and  shout  tliy  praise : 
 
 Incessantly  I  want  to  pray. 
 
 And  live  rejoicing  every  day, 
 
 And  to  give  thanks  in  every  thing. 
 
 And  sing  and  shout,  and  sliout  and  sing. 
 
 3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lie. 
 
 Lord,  give  me  strength  to  sing  and  pray, 
 To  praise  tliee  with  my  latest  breath. 
 Until  my  tongue  is  still  in  death ; 
 Then,  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 
 ^ly  body  follow  to  the  tomb  ; 
 And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 
 Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 
 
 4  Then  you  below  and  I  above. 
 
 We'll  bless  and  praise  the  God  of  love. 
 Until  that  great,  tremendous  day, 
 When  he  shall  call  our  slumb'rirg  clav ; 
 Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring. 
 And  shout,  '  O  Deatli  I  where  is  thy  sting  T 
 
 *  O  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ?' 
 We'll  shout  through  all  eternity. 
 
 5  Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize; 
 
 *  Well  done,'  the  Sovereign  of  the  skies 
 Shall  smiling  to  his  children  say, 
 
 *  Come,  reign  with  me  in  endless  dajr.* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOXGS.  371 
 
 Then  on  that  Imppy,  happy  sliore, 
 We'll  sing  and  shout,  our  suff 'rings  o'er ; 
 We'll  sing-  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 
 And  make  Uie  heavenly  arches  ring-. 
 
 6  Farewell,  vain  world,  you're  not  my  rest ; 
 My  soul  enjoys  the  heavenly  least ; 
 
 No  more  shall  thy  deceiving  charms 
 Tlirust  my  dear  Saviour  from  my  arms. 
 
 7  Then  will  we  sing  in  sweet  accord, 
 And  be  for  ever  witli  the  Lord  ; 
 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  both  pass  away, 
 Jesus  is  mine  to  endless  day. 
 
 118.     8s.     Suprnne  lore  to  Chnst. 
 
 MY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love. 
 His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
 And  join  with  the  armies  above, 
 
 To  shout  his  adorable  name  ; 
 To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 
 
 Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
 And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
 
 -My  bomidless,  ineffable  joy. 
 J  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood. 
 
 My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell. 
 To  live  in  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
 
 And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell 
 To  shine  v.'ith  the  ancrels  of  light, 
 
 "\Mth  saints,  and  with  seraphs  to  sing  • 
 To  view,  witli  eternal  delight, 
 
 My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  King. 
 S  My  glorious  Redeemer,  I  long 
 
 To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloud. 
 Amid  the  bright,  numberless  throng. 
 
 And  mix  with  the  triumphing  crowd. 
 O,  when  wilt  thou  bid  me  ascend, 
 
 To  join  in  thy  praises  above, 
 
372  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  gaze  on  thee,  world  without  end, 
 And  feast  on  thy  ravishmg  love. 
 
 4  No  sorrows,  no  sickness,  nor  pain. 
 
 No  sins,  no  temptations,  nor  fear, 
 Shall  ever  molest  me  again — 
 
 Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there  ; 
 This  soul,  and  this  body,  shall  shine, 
 
 In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise, 
 And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 
 
 Where  God  all  his  beauty  displays. 
 
 5  Soon,  soon  shall  my  spirit  exchange 
 
 This  cell  of  corruptible  clay. 
 For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 
 
 Through  realms  of  ineffable  day  ; 
 The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows. 
 
 Your  permanent  sun  shall  outshine 
 My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 
 
 My  God,  m.y  Redeemer,  is  mine. 
 
 119.    CM. 
 
 Widoio. 
 
 MY  head  and  stay,  is  called  away, 
 And  I  am  left  alone  ; 
 My  husband  dear,  who  was  so  near. 
 Is  fled  away  and  gone. 
 
 2  It  breaks  my  heart,  'tis  hard  to  part 
 
 With  one  who  was  so  kind  ; 
 Where  shall  I  go  to  vent  my  smart. 
 Or  ease  my  troubled  mind  ? 
 
 3  In  wisdom's  ways  we  spent  our  days, 
 
 Much  comfort  we  did  find  ; 
 But  he  is  gone,  in  dust  he  lays, 
 And  I  am  left  behind. 
 
 4  Naught  can  I  find,  to  ease  my  mind, 
 
 In  things  which  are  below; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  373 
 
 For  earthly  toys  but  vex  my  joys, 
 
 And  aggravate  my  woe. 
 But  I'll  repair  to  Jesus,  where 
 
 I'll  ease  my  troubled  breast ; 
 To  Christ  above,  who  is  my  love, 
 
 And  my  eternal  rest. 
 And  O,  tl\at  he  would  send  for. me, 
 
 And  call  my  spirit  home, 
 To  worlds  of  rest,  among  the  blest. 
 
 Where  troubles  never  come. 
 
 120. 
 
 Look  on  liim  and  mourn. 
 
 MY  Lord,  my  Saviour,  died. 
 For  guilty  sinners'  sake  ; 
 The  tokens  of  his  love 
 
 Oft  keep  mine  eyes  awake. 
 I  cannot  choose  but  mourn, 
 
 That  he  should  suifer  so  ; 
 And  yet  it  is  the  source 
 
 Whence  all  my  comforts  flow. 
 I  cannot  clioose  but  mouni. 
 
 Whose  sins  made  liim  to  bleed  ; 
 And  yet  such  sacrifice 
 
 ^ly  soul  from  death  hath  freed. 
 'Twas  not  tjie  treach'rous  Jews 
 
 That  did  my  Lord  betray  : 
 It  was  my  heinous  sins, 
 
 IVIore  treach'rous  far  than  they. 
 'Twas  not  the  soldier's    spear. 
 
 That  pierc'd  my  Saviour's  side ; 
 •Twas  my  ingratitude, 
 
 My  unbelief,  my  pride. 
 These  were  the  bloody  thorns 
 
 That  did  his  temples  wound  ; 
 
374  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 And  caused  these  sacred  drops 
 That  did  bedew  the  ground. 
 
 4  And  when  his  Father's  wrath 
 
 Drew  forth  that  bitter  cry, 
 He  yielded  up  his  life 
 
 For  rebels  such  as  I. 
 And  can  I  choose  but  mourn, 
 
 When  skies  and  rocks  did  rend, 
 And  nature  veil'd  her  face 
 
 At  sight  of  such  an  end? 
 
 5  But  haste  my  soul  to  view 
 
 Thy  happiness  restor'd, 
 And  death  and  hell  subdu'd, 
 
 By  tliy  triumphant  Lord ; 
 Put  off  thy  mourning  weed, 
 
 Thy  Jesus  reigns  on  high, 
 Receiving  gifts  for  men, 
 
 P^or  rebels — such  as  I. 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     1^1. 
 The  holy  Revelation. 
 
 MY  loving   fellow-travellers,  who   are    tu 
 Canaan   bound, 
 Let  us  raise  a  song  for  Jesus,  make  hills  and 
 
 valleys  sound ; 
 Tho'  troubles  do  beset  us,  while  in  this  bar- 
 ren place. 
 Yet  Jesus  will  be  with  us,  aind  keep  us  by  his 
 
 grace. 
 ^  Infernal  spirits  tempt  us,  our  souls  they  would 
 
 beguile. 
 And  worldlings  persecute  us,  at  us  they  laugh 
 
 and  smile  ; 
 The  world  would  fain  allure  us,  and  bring  us 
 
 into  thrall,  ^^ 
 
 But   glory  be  to  Jesus,   through    him  we'll 
 
 conquer  all. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  37* 
 
 3  Since   wc    are   so   surrounded,   our   number 
 
 seems  but  small, 
 Let  us  unite  the  closer  to  Jesus,  one  and  all ; 
 The  wolf  can  never  harm  us,  while  in  our 
 
 Shepherd's  care ; 
 But  if  we  once  be  parted,  the  wolf  will  soon 
 
 appear. 
 
 4  But  love  unto  our  Jesus,  and  to  each  other 
 
 dear, 
 Let  us  strengthen  one  another,  and  feel  each 
 
 other's  care  ; 
 Press  forward  on  our  journey,  keep  Zion  still 
 
 in  view, 
 In  spite  of  all  opposers,  the  Lord  will  bring 
 
 us  through. 
 
 5  The  faithful  do  experience,  and  that  from  day 
 
 to  day. 
 That  Jesus  is  sufficient,  for  all   that  watch 
 
 and  pray  ; 
 Ye  faithful  pilgrims,  trust  him,  he'll  keep  you 
 
 to  the  end, 
 Tlio'  men  and  devils  tempt  you,  still  Jesus 
 
 is  your  friend. 
 
 6  Jesus  beholds  from  heaven,  your  labour  and 
 
 your  pain  ; 
 Press  on,  ye  valiant  soldiers,  the  prize   you 
 
 soon  shall  gain  ; 
 Jesus   is   now   in   glory,    his    soldiers   there 
 
 we'll  meet. 
 We  shall  know  one  another,  our  joys  shal] 
 
 be  complete. 
 
 T  Our  warfare  is  nearer  over,  than  when  we 
 last  did  meet , 
 Who  next  shall  leave  the  army,  to  walk  tba 
 golden  street  ? 
 
^6  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 No  matter  which,  my  bretliren,  if  Jesus  gives 
 
 the  call ; 
 If  I'm  tlie  next  poor  pilgrim,  with  Christ  I'll 
 
 leave  you  all. 
 8  Come  let  us  sing  his  praises,  lest  we  should 
 
 meet  no  more. 
 Till  Jesus   lands   his   army   on   the   eternal 
 
 shore ; 
 Sing  glory  hallelujah,  sweet  Jesus,  quickly 
 
 come, 
 Prepare  us  lor  thy  glory,   and  call  thy  ser 
 
 vants  home. 
 
 122.    CM 
 
 MY  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
 ]My  spirit  doth  rejoice. 
 In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King ; 
 I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 
 
 2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joys, 
 
 I  have  a  feast  at  home  ; 
 My  sighs  arc  turned  into  songs. 
 The  Comforter  is  come. 
 
 3  Down  from  above,  the  blessed  Dove 
 
 Is  come  into  my  breast. 
 To  witness  God's  eternal  love  ; 
 This  is  my  joyful  feast. 
 
 4  This  makes  me  Abba  Father  cry, 
 
 With  confidence  of  soul ; 
 This  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
 And  that  without  control. 
 
 5  There  is  a  stream,  which  issues  forth 
 
 From  God's  eternal  throne, 
 And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream. 
 As  clear  as  crystal  stone  : 
 
 6  This  stream  doth  water  Paradise. 
 
 It  makes  the  angels  sing  * 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO^SGS.  377 
 
 One  cordial  drop  revives  my  soul, 
 Wiience  all  my  joys  do  spring". 
 
 7  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 
 
 And  lull  of  glory  too  ; 
 Sucli  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
 As  worldling's  do  not  know. 
 
 8  Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 
 
 From  fancy  'tis  conceaPd, 
 What  thou,  Lord,  hast  laid  up  for  thine. 
 And  hast  to  me  reveal'd. 
 
 9  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 I  taste  thy  sweetest  love  ; 
 My  soul  doth  leap ;  but  O  I  for  wings, 
 The  wings  of  Noali's  dove  I 
 
 10  Then  would  I  fly  far  hence  away. 
 
 Leaving  this  world  of  sin ; 
 Then  would  my  Lord  reach  forth  his  hand, 
 And  kindly  take  me  in. 
 
 11  Then  would  my  soul  with  angels  feast. 
 
 On  joys  that  ever  last ; 
 Blest  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joys, 
 Wlio  gives  me  here  a  taste. 
 
 123. 
 
 God^s  dealings  to  his  children  are  all  for  the  best. 
 
 MY  soiil,  now  arise  ;    my  passions,  take 
 wing ; 
 Look  up  to  the  skies,  and    cheerfully  sing; 
 Let  God  be  the  object,  in  praises  address'd. 
 And  this  be  my  subject,  '  'tis  for  all  the  best' 
 2  Search  all  the  world  througli ;  examine  and 
 see  ; 
 And  what  canst  thou  view,   more  suited  to 
 thee. 
 
378  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Than  this  declaration,  in  scripture  express'*.. 
 That  God,  tliy  salvation,  *  does  all  for  the  best.* 
 
 3  Though  liere  day  by  day  his  love  shall  see 
 
 good 
 Upon  me  to  lay  his  fatherly  rod, 
 Yet  be  not  dejected,  however  oppress'd; 
 Tliough  soreiy  atHicted, '  'tis  all  lor  the  best.' 
 
 4  On  creatui'es  below  I'll  not  set  my  heart, 
 For  surely  I  know  "we  shortly  must  part; 
 For  though  wlien  God  gives  them  his  name  's 
 
 to  be  bless'd. 
 Yet  when  he  removes  them  '  'tis  all  for  tlie 
 best.' 
 
 5  But  O  tlie  bless'd  day  !  (and  soon  'twill  arise,) 
 When    freed    from    my  clay,    I'll   mount  to 
 
 the  skies  ; 
 And  when  I  do  enter  my  heavenly  rest, 
 I'll  there  sing  for  ever  '  'twas  all  for  the  best.' 
 
 124.     lis. 
 
 The  dying  Christian. 
 
 MY  soul 's    full  of  glory,    inspiring    my 
 tongue ; 
 Could  I  meet  with  angels,  I'd  sing  them  a 
 
 song, 
 I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms. 
 And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  liis  loving  arms 
 
 2  Met! links  they're  descending  to    hear  while 
 
 I  sing. 
 Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals  a  praising  their 
 King  ; 
 
 0  angels  !  O  angels  !  my  soul 's  in  a  flame, 
 
 1  faint  in  sweet  raptures  at  Jesus's  name. 
 
 3  O  Jesus  I  O  Jesus  1  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
 'Iwas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  that  made   my 
 
 heart  whole; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  379 
 
 O,  bring-    me    to  view  thcc,    tliou    precious- 
 
 sweet  King, 
 In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 
 
 4  O  heaven  !  sweet  heaven  !  I  long  to  be  there, 
 To  meet  all  my  brethren,  and  Jesus,  my  dear ; 
 Come  angels,  come  angels,  I'm  ready  to  fly  ; 
 Come  quickly,  convey  me  to  God  in  the  sky. 
 
 5  Sweet  Spirits    attend    me,    till    Jesus    shall 
 
 come  ; 
 Protect    and    defend    me,    till    I    am    call'd 
 
 home  ; 
 Tho'  worms    my  poor    body  may  claim    as 
 
 their  prey, 
 *Twill    outshine,  when    rising,    the    sun    at 
 
 noon  ddy. 
 
 6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon  turn'd 
 
 to  lilood. 
 The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of 
 
 God  ; 
 Red    lightnings    may  flash,    loud    thmiders 
 
 may  roar — 
 All  this  cannot  daunt  me,  on  Canaan's  blest 
 
 shore. 
 
 A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my  soul, 
 }   sink  in  sweet  raptures  to  view  the  bright 
 
 goal; 
 My  soul,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go, 
 This  moment  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  below 
 
 8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,    my  Lord  bids 
 
 me  come  ; 
 Farewell,  my  dear   sisters,    I'm    now  going 
 
 home. 
 Bright  angels,  now  whispering  so  sweet  in 
 
 my  ear. 
 Away  to  my  Saviour,  my  spirit  will  be^ii. 
 
80  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 9  I'm  going-,  I'm  goino-.  but  what  do  T  see  ? 
 'Tis  Jesus  in  glory  appears  unto  me  I 
 I'm  going-,  I'm  going,  I'm  going,  I'm  gone 
 O  glory  I  O  glory  I  'tis  done,  it  is  done. 
 
 125.     7s. 
 
 "pyOW  begin  the  lieavenly  theme, 
 ■^^    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 
 Ye  who  his  salvation  prove. 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
 Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face; 
 As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
 Bless  and  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
 Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
 
 See  3^our  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
 Canccll'd  by  redeeming  love. 
 
 4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
 Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
 Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove. 
 Stop  and  taste  redeeming   love. 
 
 5  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprcss'd, 
 Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
 Nothing  brought  him  from  above. 
 Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 
 
 C  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
 When  we  to  his  glory  come. 
 We  shall  all  the  fullness  prove 
 Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 
 
 7  He  subdu'd  the  infernal  powers ; 
 Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
 From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
 Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3^1 
 
 8  Hither,  then,  3'our  music  bring, 
 Strike  aloud  eacli  clicerful  string ; 
 ^lortals,  join  the  host  above. 
 Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 126.    L.  M. 
 
 NOW  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 
 To  hear  the  happy  saints  declare 
 TJie  rich  compassions  of  a  God, 
 The  virtues  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 2  Jesus,  assist  them  nov^"  to  tell 
 
 What  they  have  felt,  and  now  tliey  feel ; 
 O  Saviour  !  help  them  to  express 
 The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 
 
 3  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 
 What  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done 
 We'd  join  to  praise  eternal  love, 
 
 And  heighten  all  the  joys  above. 
 
 127. 
 
 ^^'ER  the  gloomy  liills  of  darkness 
 ^^  Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
 All  the  promises  do  travail 
 With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 
 Blessed   Jubilee, 
 Let  tliy  glorious  morning  dawn  I 
 
 2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro, 
 
 Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
 That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
 
 Once  obtain'd  on  Calvary ; 
 Let  tlie  Gospel 
 Loud  resound  from  shore  to  shore. 
 
 3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
 
 Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light? 
 
382  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Aud  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
 May  the  morning  chase  the  night, 
 And  Redemption, 
 
 Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 
 
 Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
 Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
 
 May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
 Multiply  and  still  increase ; 
 Sway  thy  sceptre, 
 
 Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 
 
 12§.     L.  M. 
 Desiring  Repentance. 
 ^~\   GIVE  me.  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
 ^^   3Iy  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn , 
 Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see 
 Thy  last  tremendous  agoi  v. 
 
 2  O,  could  I  gain  the  mour  ^^xin's  height, 
 And  gaze  upon  th^e  bleeding  sight  I 
 Ah  I  that,  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
 Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die  I 
 
 3  I'd  smite  my  breast,  and  weep  and  mouiii, 
 And  never  from  the  cross  return  ; 
 
 I'd  weep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 
 
 And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 4  I'd  hang  arouna  nis  feet  and  cry, 
 
 '  Lord,  save  my  soul,  condemn'd  to  die  I* 
 O,  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 5  Father  of  mercies,  drop  thy  frown, 
 Anc  /we  me  shelter  in  thy  Son, 
 And  with  my  broken  heart  comply; 
 O,  gii'e  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 
 6  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
 OnW  relieve  me  of  m}'  qmli ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOKGS.  3S3 
 
 Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  mc  cry, 
 And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 O,  save  my  soul  from  g:aping-  hell, 
 Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell ; 
 O,  miorht  I  enter,  now   I'm  come  • 
 Lord  Jesus,  save  me,  or  I'm  gone. 
 
 129. 
 
 O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
 It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above, 
 It  bears  on  eagles'  wings. 
 It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
 And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
 With  Jesus,  Priest  and  King. 
 
 2  The  tilings  eternal  I  pursue, 
 A  happiness   beyond  the  view 
 
 Of  those  who  vainly  pant 
 For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
 Their  honour,  -wealth,   and  pleasures  mean 
 
 I  neither  have  nor  want. 
 
 3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
 A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 
 
 I  all  their  goods  despise ; 
 I  trample  on  their  w^hole  delight, 
 I  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 
 
 A  country  in  the  skies  : 
 
 4  There  is  my  house  and   portion  fair, 
 IMy  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 
 
 And  my  abiding  home  ; 
 For  me  jny  elder  brethren  stay, 
 And  angels  beckon  me  aw^ay. 
 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 5  I  come,  my  Lord,  thy  servant   cries, 
 I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the   skies, 
 
 And  claim  my  heavenly  restj 
 
384  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
 Now    O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 Receive  me  to  thy  breast. 
 
 130. 
 
 f^  HAPPY  time,  long  waited  for, 
 
 ^^  The  comfort  of  my  heart ; 
 
 Since  I  have  met  the  saints  once  more, 
 
 O,  may  we  never  part ! 
 Temptations  cease  to   break  my  peace, 
 
 And  all  my  sorrows  die  ; 
 When  I  with  you  my  love  renew, 
 
 O,  what  a  heaven  have  I ! 
 S  My  sorrow's  past,  and  I  at  last 
 
 Have   heavenly  comforts  found ; 
 My  heart  to  Jesus  I  have  given. 
 
 And  I'm  for  Canaan  bound. 
 If  fellowship  with  saints  below. 
 
 Is  to  our  souls  so  sweet. 
 What  heavenly  comforts  shall  we  know 
 
 When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 
 
 3  While  here  we  sit  and  sing  his  love, 
 
 With  rapture  so  divine. 
 With  patience  more  like  those  above, 
 
 While  in  these  songs  we  join, 
 Our  hearts  arc  fill'd  with  holy  zeal, 
 
 We  long  to  see  the  King; 
 We  long  to  reach  those  heavenly  hills, 
 
 Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 
 
 4  Sinners,  come  try,  you  that  stand  by. 
 
 You  may  be  happy  too ; 
 Christ  died  for  all,  that  on  him  call, 
 
 Sinners,  he  died   for  you. 
 If  I  could  know  which  of  you'd  go, 
 
 I'd  take  you  by  the  hand, 
 And  lead  you  on  the  way  Christ's  gono 
 
 Toward  the  heavenly  land. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  385 
 
 5  On  the  other  hand,  if  you  will  stand 
 
 Just  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
 ril  first  you  warn,  then  my  back  turn, 
 
 And  bid  you  all  farewell  ; 
 For  1  must  ^o  to  Christ,  I  know, 
 
 I  lontr  with  him  to  dwell ; 
 The  saints,  also,  will  bid   you  adieu ; 
 
 Poor  simiers  all  farewell. 
 
 131.     lis. 
 
 OHOW  I  liave  long'd  for  the  coming  of 
 God, 
 And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching- 
 
 his  word  ! 
 By  watching   and   mourning   my   soul   was 
 
 oppress'd, 
 Nor  could  I  give  over  till  sinners  were  bless'd. 
 
 2  The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  do  appear ; 
 According  to  promise  he  answer'd  my  prayer; 
 The   prospects   now  open'd  do  gladden   mv 
 
 soul ; 
 Salvation  from  Zion  's  beginning  to  roll. 
 
 3  The  good  news  of  mercy  is  spreading  abroad, 
 And  sinners  are  crying  and  turning  to  God; 
 The  tears  of  contrition  now  pour  like  a  flood, 
 And  many  find  favour  in  Jesus's  blood. 
 
 4  Here's  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  that  fall  at 
 
 thy  feet, 
 Oppress'd  by  a  burden  enormously  great; 
 O,  raise  them,  dear  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
 And  sing  of  thy  glory  like  angels  above. 
 
 5  Shout,  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
 Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus's  love ; 
 Break   forth   into   singingf,   ye   trees   of  ibe 
 
 wood, 
 For  Jesus  is  bringing  lost  smners  to  God 
 R 
 
386  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 6  Let  all  who  have  being  rejoice  now  and  sing; 
 O  God,   make   the   nations  with   praises   to 
 
 ring-, 
 With  loud  acclamations  of  Jcsus's  love^ 
 And  carry  us  up  to  the  city  above. 
 
 7  We'll  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw 
 
 near ; 
 
 0  come,  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glor}'  appear  • 
 
 1  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
 With  annrels  o'ervvhchn'd  in  tlie  ocean  of  lova 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     132. 
 The  Soul  in  triumph. 
 
 O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art 
 mine, 
 For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  life  I'd  resign  i 
 Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best. 
 Without  thee   I'm  wretched,   but  with  thee 
 I'm  blest. 
 
 2  Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my 
 
 love  ; 
 No  richer,  indeed,  are  tlie  angels  above  ; 
 For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sense  I'd  foregOi 
 And  wander  a  pilgrim  distressed  below. 
 
 3  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me   to   know  I  wa* 
 
 blind. 
 Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find ; 
 And  when  I  was  sinking  into  l)lack  despair, 
 My  Saviour  reliev'd  me,  and  bid  me  not  fear. 
 
 4  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  w^hat  I  feel, 
 The  language  of  mortals  for  ever  must  fail ; 
 My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul 's  all  on  flame, 
 I'm  rais'd  in  sweet  raptures  while  praising 
 
 his  name. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  387 
 
 £  Tho*  poor  and  despised,  by  failh  I  now  stand. 
 
 Upheld  and  supported  by  heaven's  kind  hand; 
 
 In  Jesus  supported,  I'll  praise  his  dear  name, 
 
 Reg^ardless  ot'  censure,  of  praise,  or  of  blamek 
 6  I  find  hiin  in  singingf,  I  find  him  in  prayer, 
 
 In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near  ; 
 
 My  constant  companion,  O  may  we  not  part! 
 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart* 
 1  If  ever  I  lov'd,  sure  I  love  thee,  my  Lord ; 
 
 I  love   thy   dear  people,   thy   ways  and  thj 
 word  ; 
 
 I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 
 
 Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem   them  from 
 woe. 
 B  I'm  happy  in  Christ,  I  regard  not  the  proud, 
 
 Though   binners  despise  mc    for  singing  so 
 loud ; 
 
 For  death  will  soon  call  mc,  and  then  I  shaH 
 
 To  praise  my  dear  Jesus,  in  mansions  on  high. 
 9  When  millions  of  ages  my  soul  shall  employ, 
 In  praisintf  my  Saviour,  my  Life,  and  my  Joy ; 
 The  glorified  spirits  and  angels  around. 
 Will  all  be  delighted  to  join  tlie  glad  sound* 
 
 133. 
 
 O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submft, 
 Through    love    and    thanksgiving    fall 
 down   at   thy  feet ; 
 Accept  my  poor  off'ring  of  soul,  flesh  and 
 
 blood, 
 Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my 
 God. 
 
 9  I  love  *hee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord  | 
 I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  Godj 
 
388  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 I  love  tliee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost 
 
 know, 
 Bat  how  much  I  love  thoc,  I  never  shall  show. 
 
 3  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain, 
 They  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame ; 
 I'm  sure,  if  tlie  language  of  angels  I  liad, 
 I  could  not  the  mystery  completely  describe. 
 
 4  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  O  Vv'ondrous  account  I 
 My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount. 
 And    gaze  on   my  treasure,    and  long  to  be 
 
 there. 
 With  angels  my  kindred,  and  Jesus  my  dear. 
 
 5  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  bless'd. 
 My  joy  and  my  portion,  my  life  and  my  peace ; 
 Thy  name  is  my  theme,  and  tliy  love  is  my 
 
 song, 
 Thy  charms   do  inspire   my  heart  and  my 
 tongue. 
 
 6  O,  who  is  like  Jesus  ?   He 's  Salem's  bright 
 
 King  ; 
 He  loves  me,  and  guides  me,  and  learns  me 
 
 to  sing; 
 I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  in  notes  loud 
 
 and  shrill. 
 While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirits  do  filL 
 
 134. 
 
 OLORD  of  hosts,  my  God  and  King, 
 Thou  maker  of  my  frame, 
 O,  teach  my  youthful  lips  to  sing, 
 
 In  praise  of  thy  great   name. 
 They  say  I  am  a  sinner  born. 
 The  stain  lies  deep  within  ; 
 O,  may  thy  grace  my  base  heart  tum^ 
 And  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Lord,  Satan  will  my  soul   destroy, 
 
 Unless  tliou  intcrlcre ; 
 With  cruel  rage,  malicious  joy, 
 
 He  will  my  body  tear. 
 Prevent  it,  Lord,  for  Jesus*  sake, 
 
 Who  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died  ; 
 O,  may  I  shelter  in  him  take, 
 
 And  in  him  safely  hide. 
 
 3  Lord  Jesus,  teach  me  what  I  am, 
 
 Ajid  give  me  grace  to  learn, 
 In  all  thy  ways  to  jiraise  thy  name; 
 
 O,  keep  me  safe  from  harm  ; 
 And  then  thy  goodness  I  shall  know, 
 
 And  praise  thee  more  sincere, 
 And  look  on  all  things  here  be'ow 
 
 With  views  as  light  as  they  are. 
 
 4  Prepare  me  in  this  world  below. 
 
 For  brighter  worlds  above. 
 Where  sin  and  sorrow  never  go. 
 
 But  all  are  filfd  v/ith    love. 
 O,  may  I  praise  the  Lord  on  high. 
 
 In  strong,  immortal  strains, 
 Where  heavenly  pleasures  never  die, 
 
 But  God  in  glory  reigns. 
 
 135. 
 
 OMAY  I  worthy  prove,  to  see 
 The  saints  in  full  prosperity  ; 
 To  see  the  bright,  the  glittering  Bride, 
 Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side, 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 O,  may  I  find  some  humble  seat. 
 Beneath  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
 A  servant,  as  before  I've  been. 
 And  sing  salvation  to  my  King, 
 Hallelujah. 
 
90  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die : 
 From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly{| 
 Briglit  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
 Away  to   new  Jerusalem, 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 
 4  I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath ! 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death; 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die. 
 And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly, 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 5  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  homC/ 
 My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come 
 Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 
 To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day, 
 Hallclujali. 
 
 6  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
 And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath 
 And  then  my  hapi)y  soul  shall  tell, 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 7  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
 
 *  Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
 Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds. 
 And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds, 
 
 Hallelujah.' 
 
 8  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
 And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies. 
 This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
 
 *  Mv  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 
 
 Hallelujah.' 
 
 9  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
 And  praise  him  in  liis  bright  abode; 
 My  theme  to  all  eternity, 
 
 Shall  'Glory,  glory,  glory'  be, 
 Hallelujah. 
 
o 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  391 
 
 136.     L.  ]\I. 
 
 NCE  in  this  world  I  wandcr'd  forth, 
 Not  knowing-  what  my  soul  w^as  worth , 
 But  now  I  see  it  is  worth  more 
 Than  all  the  world  laid  up  in   store. 
 
 2  From  my  distress  Christ  did  me  take, 
 A  faithful  soldier  for  to  make ; 
 Then  led  me  to  Mount  Calvary, 
 
 His  blecdinn^  wounds  there  for  to  see. 
 
 3  His  blessed  temples  stain'd  with  blood, 
 That  ever  meditated  j^ood ; 
 
 His  blessed  feet  w^ere  nailed  dowTi, 
 With  thorns  they  platted  hinrv  a  crown. 
 
 4  At  the  commencement  of  this  scene. 
 The  sun  was  not  in  briglitness  seen; 
 But  darkness  spread  all  o*er  the  plain, 
 The  tern  pie- vail  was  rent  in  twain. 
 
 5  Though  Christ  they  hmig  upon  a  tree. 
 Was  kind  and  merciful  3'ou  see ; 
 vSayinjjf,  '  Father,  spare  the  wicked  crew, 
 For  they  know  naught  of  what  they  do.' 
 
 6  To  the  opposing  standers  by, 
 Remember  that  you  soon  must  die ; 
 And  then  to  judgment  you  must  pro, 
 If  unprepared  sent  down  tc  woe. 
 
 7  There  will  you  then  a  weeping  be, 
 And  gnashing  teeth  there  you  will  see; 
 With  dismal  screaming   all  around, 
 
 No  intermission  to  be  found. 
 
 8  In  the  dark  caverns  of  despair, 
 Your  guilty  fetters   you  must  wear ; 
 Then  iron  bands  there  you  must  gnaw, 
 For  disobeying  God's  righteous  law. 
 Sinners,  to  you  I  loudly  call, 
 
 Both  rich  and  poor,  and  great  and  small 
 
392  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 O  come,  draw  near,  behold  and  see 
 What  my  Redeemer  's  done  for  me. 
 
 10  My  soiil  from  sin  and  bondage  freed^ 
 When  Christ  for  me  did  intercede ; 
 Then  led  me  forth  to  pastures  green. 
 Where  waters  flow  with  crystal  stream 
 
 11  You  that  on  me  with  wonder  gaze, 
 Look  to  yourselves  with  great  amaze; 
 If  you  your  danger  once  could  see, 
 You'd  quickly  turn  and  follow  me. 
 
 12  Let  me  invite  you  now  to-day, 
 To  come  to  Jesus  while  you  may. 
 For  fear  to-morrow  will  be  too  late. 
 And  you  must  share  the  rich  man's  fate 
 
 13  And  now  the  water  I  embrace. 
 
 My  soul  renew'd  by  heavenly  grace ; 
 When  Jesus  shows  to  me  the  way. 
 Why  should  I  longer  from  it  stay  ? 
 
 137.    P.M. 
 
 ONE  spark,  O  God  !  of  heavenly  fire 
 Awakes  my  heart  with  warm  desire 
 To  reach  the  realms  above  ; 
 Immortal  glories  round  me  shine, 
 I  drink  the  streams  of  joy  divine. 
 And  sing  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  O,  could  I  wing  my  way  in  haste, 
 Socn  with  bright  seraphs  would  I  feast. 
 
 And  join  their  sweet  employ  ; 
 I'd  glide  along  the  heavenly  stream, 
 And  join  their  most  exalted  theme 
 
 Of  everlasting  joy. 
 
 3  Too  mean  this  little  globe  for  me 
 Nor  will  I  e'er  contented  be 
 
 With  things  that  are  so  vain 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  393 
 
 Its  greatest  treasures  arc    but  dross, 
 Its  grandeur  short,  its  pleasures  cross'd, 
 Its  joys  all  mix'd  with  pain. 
 
 4  Bat  resting  in  my  Saviour's  arms, 
 My  soul  enjoys  transporting-  charms 
 
 Of  everlasting  love, 
 There 's  life,  there  's  joy,  there's  settled  peace. 
 And  friendship  that  v/lU  never  cease, 
 
 A  rock  that  cannot  move. 
 
 5  Soar,  then,  my  soul,   stretch  every  thought. 
 To  meet  within  the  heavenly  court. 
 
 Above  this  mortal  orb ; 
 There  with  the  angels  let  me  rise. 
 And  find  my  seat  above  the  skies. 
 
 Where  sins  no  more  disturb. 
 
 6  There,  vrith  an  everlasting  band 
 
 Of  kinlred  saints,  at  God's  right  hand. 
 
 My  thirsty  spirit  move. 
 To  so ir,  to  shout,  to  reign,  to  rest, 
 For  ever  and  for  ever  blest. 
 
 In  realms  of  endless  love. 
 
 13§. 
 
 ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
 And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
 To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 
 
 Where  my  possessions  lie. 
 O,  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene 
 
 That  rises  to  my  sight  1 
 Sweet  fields,  array'd  in  living  green. 
 And  rivers  of  delight 
 2  There  gen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 
 On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
 There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  Viiles, 
 With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
 R2 
 
304  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 
 
 Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
 There  God,  tlie  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 
 
 And  scatters  night  away. 
 
 3  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath 
 
 Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
 Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
 
 Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 
 Wlien  sliall  I  reach  that   happy  place, 
 
 And  be  for  ever  bless'd  ? 
 When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
 
 And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
 
 4  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 
 
 Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
 Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
 
 Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
 There  on  those  high  and  tiowery  plains. 
 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
 But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains, 
 
 Redeemingr  love  admire. 
 
 J.  Straphan.]     139. 
 Heathen. 
 
 ON  wings   of   faith   mount  up,  my  soul^ 
 and  rise  ; 
 View  tliine  inheritance  beyond  the  skies ; 
 Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  caji 
 
 tell 
 What  endless    pleasures   in  those    mansion* 
 du-cll ; 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,   all   bright  and 
 
 glorious, 
 O'er   sin,  and    death,  and   hell   he  reigns 
 victorious. 
 2  No  gnawing  grief,  no  sad,  heart-rending  pain 
 In  that  blest  country  can  admission  gain ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  395 
 
 No  sorrow  there,  no  soul-tormenting  fear, 
 For  God's  own  hand  shall  wipe  the   falUng 
 tear. 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  &cc. 
 
 3  Before  tlie  throne  a  crystal  river  glides  ; 
 Immortil  verdure  decks  its  cheerful  pidea ; 
 Here  the  fair  Tree  of  Life  majestic  rears 
 Its  blooming-  head,  and  sovereign  virtue  bears- 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  <&c. 
 
 4  No  rising  sun  his  needless  beams  displays; 
 No  sickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays  : 
 The  Godhead  here  celestial  glory  sheds, 
 Th'  exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  spreads. 
 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  &:c. 
 
 6  One  distant  glimpse  my  eager  passion  fires ; 
 Jesus,  to  thee  my  longing  soul  aspires  I 
 When  shall  I  at  my  heavenly  home  arrive  ? 
 When  leave  tliis  earth,  and  wJien  begin    to 
 live  ? 
 For  here  my  Saviour  is  all  bright  and  glo- 
 rious, 
 O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  he  reigns  vic- 
 torious. 
 #  
 
 140. 
 
 OTELL  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's 
 store, 
 The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 
 A    country    I've    found,    where    true    joys 
 
 abound. 
 To    dwell    I'm    determin'd,  on    that    happy 
 ground. 
 
 2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  Paradise  live 
 And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive 
 
896  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 My  soul  don't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away, 
 Rise,  follow  the  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glaxi 
 day. 
 
 3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow , 
 What  light,  strength  and  comfort — go  ailei 
 
 him,  go, 
 Lo  !    onward  I  move  to  a  country  above, 
 None    guesses    how   wondrous    my   journey 
 
 will  prove. 
 
 4  Great   spoils  I   shall  win,   from   death,   hell 
 
 and  sin ; 
 *Midst    outward  affliction,    shall  feel  Christ 
 
 within; 
 And  when  I'm  to  die,  *  Receive  me,'  I'll  cry, 
 For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 
 
 5  But  still  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd. 
 He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind. 
 So,  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  thro'  grace. 
 Henceforth,  till  admitted   to  see   my  Lord's 
 
 face. 
 
 6  And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbours  may 
 
 share 
 Those  blessings ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of 
 
 you  dare  ? 
 In  bondage,  O  why,  and  death,  will  you  lio, 
 When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  sc 
 
 nisfh  ? 
 
 141.     CM. 
 
 OTHAT  I  had  a  bosom  friend, 
 To  tell  my  secrets  to; 
 On  whose  advice  I  might  depend, 
 
 In  every  thing  I  do. 
 How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 
 And  no  one  pities  me ! 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  397 
 
 seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
 A  son  of  misery. 
 
 3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 
 
 Nor  minds  my  cries  or  tears; 
 None  comes  to  cheer  me  though  I  faint. 
 Nor  my  vast  burden  bears. 
 
 4  Whilst  others  live  in  mirth  and  ease, 
 
 And  feel  no  want  or  woe, 
 Through  this  waste,  howling  wilderness, 
 I  full  of  sorrow  go. 
 
 h  O,  faithless  soul  I  to  reason  thus. 
 And  murmur  without  end  ; 
 Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross, 
 And  is  he  not  thy  friend  ? 
 
 6  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men, 
 
 Ajid  think  their  state  so  blest? 
 How  great  salvation  hast  thou  seen. 
 And  Jesus  is  thy  rest  I 
 
 7  What  can  this  lower  world  aiFord, 
 
 Compar'd  with  Gospel  grace  ? 
 Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
 And  thou  shalt  see  his  face. 
 
 8  Can  present  grief  l>e  counted  great, 
 
 Compar'd  with  future  woes  ? 
 Will  transient  pleasures  seem  so  sweet, 
 Compar'd  with  endless  joys  ? 
 
 9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene, 
 
 And  burn  the  world  he  made  I 
 Then  woe  to  sinful,  carnal  men ; 
 My  soul,  lift  up  thy  head. 
 
 I  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 
 Constant,  and  true,  and  good ; 
 He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end, 
 Ajid  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 
 
398  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 11  Then  why,  my  soul,  art  thou  so  sad.' 
 Wlien  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er  ? 
 Rejoice  in  Jesus,  and  be  glad, 
 Rejoice  for  evermore. 
 
 142. 
 
 OTIIOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
 My  Redeemer  from  all  sin  ; 
 Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 
 Yearning  bowels  from  within ; 
 
 I  would  praise  thee. 
 Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 
 
 2  While  the  angels  choirs  are  crying, 
 
 'Glory  to  the  great  I  AM,' 
 I  with  them  would  still  be  vying, 
 *  Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ;' 
 
 O,  how  precious 
 Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  I 
 
 3  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder, 
 
 AVhence  those  healing  streams  arose 
 Angels'  minds  are  lost,  to  ponder 
 Dying  love's  mysterious  cause ; 
 
 Yet  the  blessing, 
 Down  in  love  to  me  it  flows. 
 
 4  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour ; 
 
 He  almighty  grace  has  shown  ; 
 Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour, 
 This  to  mortals  he  makes  known ; 
 
 Give  him  glory. 
 Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 
 
 5  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
 
 Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 
 Wond'ring  at  the  grace  that  crown  us. 
 Glad  to  join  our  holy  song ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  399 
 
 143.     P.M. 
 
 OTHOU,   in   whose    presence    my    soul 
 takes  dcliglit, 
 On  whom  in  atHiction  I  call ; 
 My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
 
 ^ly  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all  ; 
 Where  dost  tiiou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
 slieep, 
 To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
 For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
 Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 
 
 2  O,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  tliee. 
 
 Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
 Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
 see, 
 
 And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
 Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 
 
 The  star  that  on  Israci  shone  ? 
 Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
 
 And  where  with  liis  flock  he  has  gone  ? 
 
 3  This  is  my  Beloved  :    His  form  is  divine, 
 
 His  vestment  sheds  odours  around  ; 
 The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  th« 
 vine, 
 
 When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
 The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 
 
 In  the  vales  on  the  b^nks  of  the  streams^ 
 His  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow 
 
 And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams, 
 
 4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  a  dulcimer  sweet, 
 
 Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 
 The  cedars  of  Lebanon  buw  at  his  feet, 
 
 And  tlie  air  is  {)erfum'd  by  his  breath. 
 His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
 
 That  waters  the  garden  of  grace ; 
 
400  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 From  whence   their    salvation    the   Gentile 
 shall  know, 
 And  bask  in  the   smiles  of  his  face. 
 
 5  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 
 
 Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 
 Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
 
 And  tremble  witli  fulhiess  of  joy. 
 He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice. 
 
 And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
 He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice 
 
 Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 
 
 6  His    vestment    of  righteousness,    who    shall 
 
 describe  ? 
 Its  purity  words  would  defile  ; 
 The  heavens  from  his  presence  fresh  beauty 
 imbibe, 
 And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 
 Such  is  my  Beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 
 
 When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  above  ; 
 Like  the  morn,  when  lie  breathes  from  the 
 chambers  of  light. 
 And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 
 
 7  But  v^hen  armed  with  vengeance,  with  ter- 
 
 ror he  comes, 
 Tlie  nations  rebellious  to  tame. 
 The  reins  of  omnipotent  power  he  assumes, 
 
 And  rides  on  a  chariot  of  flame ; 
 A  two-edged  sword  from  his    mouth   issues 
 forth. 
 Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes ; 
 He  speaks,  the  black    tempests  are  seen  in 
 the  north. 
 And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 
 
 8  Ten   thousand    destructions,    that   wait   foi 
 
 his  word. 
 And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  401 
 
 Fly  swifl  as  the  wind,    at  the  nod  of  their 
 Lord, 
 And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death  ; 
 His  cloud-bursting  thunders,  tiieir  voices  ro- 
 sound 
 Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high 
 Till    from    the  deep  centre    loud  echoes  re- 
 bound, 
 To  meet  the  quick  flames  in  the  sky. 
 
 9  The  portaJs  of  heaven  at  his  bidding  obey, 
 And  expand,  ere  his  banners  appear , 
 Earth  trembles  beneath,  till    her  mountains 
 give  way. 
 And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 
 When  he  treads    on  the  clouds  at  the  dust 
 of  his  feet, 
 Ajid  grasps  the  big  storms  in  his  hand ; 
 What    eye  the  fierce    glance    of  his   anger 
 can  meet. 
 Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand  ? 
 
 144.     10s. 
 Praise  for  salvation  through  the  hlood  of  Christ. 
 
 OUR  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord,  let  us  bless, 
 Who  reigns  on  his    throne  the  Prince 
 of  our  peace  ; 
 W^ho    evermore    saves    us    by  shedding  his 
 
 blood  , 
 All  hail  I  holy  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  our  God  ! 
 
 2  We  thankfully  sing  thy  glory  and  praise, 
 Thou  merciful  spring  of  pity  and  grace ; 
 Thy  kindness  for  ever  to  men  we  will  teU, 
 And  say  our  dear  Saviour  redeems  us  from 
 hell. 
 
402  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  PreFcrve  us  in  love  while  here  we  abide, 
 O  never  remove  thy  presence,  nor  hide 
 Thy  glorious  salvation  till  each  of  us  see 
 With  joy  tiie  blest  vision  completed  in  the* 
 
 145. 
 
 OYE  immortal  throng 
 Of  angels  round  the  throne. 
 Join  with  our  feeble  song 
 
 To  make  our  Saviour  known , 
 On  earth  ye  knew  lis  wondrous  grace, 
 His  l)eauteous  face  in  heaven  ye  view. 
 Ye  sav/  the  heaven-born  child 
 
 In  human  flesh  array M, 
 Benevolent  and  mild, 
 
 While  in  the  manger  laid ; 
 And  praise  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth. 
 For  such  a  birth,  proclaim  aloud. 
 Ye  in  the  wilderness 
 
 Beheld  the  tempter  spoil'd, 
 Well  known  in  every  dress, 
 
 In  every  combat  foil'd  ; 
 And  joy'd  to  crown  the  victor's  head, 
 When  Satan  fled  before  his  frown. 
 Around  the  bloody  tree 
 
 Ye  press'd  with  strong  desire. 
 That  wond/ous  sight  to  see. 
 
 The  Lord  of  life  expire  ; 
 And  could  your  eyes  have  known  a  tear, 
 Had  dropt  it  there  in  sad  surprise. 
 Around  his  sacred  tomb, 
 
 A  willing  watch  you  keep  ; 
 Till  the  blest  moment  come 
 
 To  rouse  him  from  his  sleep : 
 Then  roll'd  the  stone,  and  all  ador'd 
 Your  rising  Lord  witli  joy  unknown 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO.NGS.  403 
 
 6  When  all  array'd  in  light. 
 
 The  shining  conqueror  rode, 
 Ye  hail'd  iiis  rapturous  flit^ht 
 
 Up  to  the  throne  of  God  : 
 And  wav'd  around  your  golden  wings, 
 And  struck  your  strings  of  sweetest  sourw} 
 
 7  The  warbling  notes  pursue. 
 
 And  louder  anthems  raise  ; 
 While  mortals  sing  with  you, 
 
 Their  own  Redeemer's  })raise  : 
 And  thou  my  heart  with  equal  flame, 
 And  joy  the  same,  perform  thy  part 
 
 Xewton.]     146. 
 
 PRECIOUS  Bible  I  what  a  treasure 
 Does  the  word  of  God  afford  I 
 All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 
 
 Food  and   med'cine,  shield  and  sword, 
 Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
 Having  this  I  need  no  more. 
 Food  to  which  the  world 's  a  stranger. 
 
 Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys  ; 
 Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 
 
 Tho'  it  fills,  it  never  cloys  ; 
 On  a  dying  Cin-ist  I  feed. 
 He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed  I 
 When  my  faith  is  weak  and  sickly, 
 
 Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind  ; 
 Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly. 
 
 Healing  mcd'cines  here  I  find; 
 To  the  promises  I  flee. 
 Each  affords  a  remedy. 
 In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
 
 Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 
 For  the  word  of  consolation 
 
 Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield  ; 
 
404  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 While  the  scripture  truths  are  sure, 
 From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 
 
 5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me 
 
 When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword  ; 
 Then  with  ease  I  drive  him    from  me, 
 
 Satan  trembles  at  the  word. 
 'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
 Keen  the  edge  and  strong  the  blade. 
 
 6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 
 
 Doting  on  his  golden  store  : 
 Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 
 
 I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor ; 
 Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 
 Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword* 
 
 14T. 
 
 aUITE  weary,  near  to  faint, 
 I  my  sad  state  deplore  ; 
 I  would  myself  with  God  acquaint, 
 
 But  'tis  not  in  my  power. 
 I  know  my  dangerous  state. 
 
 Still  carnal,  sold  to  sin  : 
 Corrupt,  impure,  degenerate. 
 Have  all  my  doings  been. 
 
 2  How  mxany  gracious  days 
 
 Have  I  misspent  and  lost, 
 Lov'd  to  frequent  unholy  ways, 
 
 And  made  of  sin  my  boast  I 
 Alas  I  those  days  are  gone. 
 
 Those  golden  days  are  o'er ; 
 The  Gospel  hero,  tlizt  lately  shone, 
 
 Perhaps  may  shine  no  more. 
 
 3  O,  whither  shall  I  fly, 
 
 If  God  has  me  forsook  ? 
 To  whom  may  I  for  mercy  cry, 
 Or  where  for  refuge  look? 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  405 
 
 How  shall  I  meet  the  Lord, 
 
 Or  liow  his  anger  bear, 
 Wlicn  I  shall  see  his  flaming  sword 
 
 And  banner  in  the  air  ? 
 
 4  When,  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 
 The  dead  to  life  shall  come, 
 And  all  who   slumber  under  ground 
 
 Shall  rise  to  know  tiieir  doom  ; 
 When  time  shall  have  an  end, 
 
 When  Jesus,  on  a  cloud, 
 Shall  with  his  angel  host  descend^ 
 
 And  with  the  trump  of  God. 
 
 5  O  Lord,  my  crimes  forgive, 
 
 If  I  may  be  forgiven  ; 
 And  with  thy  cliosen,   me  receive, 
 
 When  thou  shalt  come  from  heaven. 
 Spare   me,  in  mercy  spare  ; 
 
 O,  wash  and  make   me  clean, 
 And  fit  me  for  the  time  when  here 
 
 I  shall  no  more  be  seen. 
 
 R 
 
 148. 
 
 Tunc — Knoxville. 
 EJOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King, 
 
 Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in  ; 
 Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
 And  all  the  world  in  praises  ring 
 And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 
 
 2  O  may  the  samts  of  every  name 
 Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding  LamD; 
 IVIay  jars  and  discord  cease  to  flame, 
 And  all  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 
 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 3  I  long  to  see  all  Christians  join 
 In  union  sweet  and  love  divine, 
 
406  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 When  evVy  church  with  grace  shall  shine» 
 And  grow  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 4  O  may  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
 
 And  mourners  hear  the  bridegroom's  voicc^ 
 While  songs  of  praise  each  tongue  employaw 
 And  all  obtain  immortal  joys, 
 And  give,  Slc. 
 
 5  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  fieej 
 Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
 That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
 And  shout  with  God  eternally, 
 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 6  Come,  who  will  march  to  win  the  prize* 
 And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies  ? 
 There  love  and  union  never  dies. 
 
 But  always  flows  through  paradise, 
 And  give,  &-c. 
 
 7  My  soul  growls  happy  while  I  sing, 
 I  led  that  I  am  on  the  wing  ; 
 
 I'll  shout  Salvation  to  my  King, 
 Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 6  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  woe, 
 A  few  more  sulf 'ring  scenes  below, 
 And  then  to  Jesus  we  will  go. 
 Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 9  That  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sounds 
 And  shake  the  vast  creation  round; 
 And  all  the  nations  under  ground. 
 And  all  the  saints  shall  there  U;  crowned. 
 And  give,  &c 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  40* 
 
 140.     L.  M. 
 
 RE.^IE:\IBER  now,  my  children  dear. 
 In  youtli  your   great  Creator  God ; 
 O  seek  tJie  Saviour  wiiile  lie  *s  near, 
 Trust  in  his  all-atoning  blood. 
 
 2  Your  souls  will  perish,  if  you  die 
 
 Without  the  Saviour  and  his  grace  ; 
 In  pain  and  torture  you  must  lie 
 Eternal  ages  in  disgrace. 
 
 3  From  God,  the  Ocean  of  all  bliss, 
 
 An  exile  you'll  for  ever  be  ; 
 Enwrapt  in  clouds   of  endless  night. 
 You'll  spend  a  long  eternity. 
 
 4  Parted  from  God,  the  source  of  good. 
 
 From  Jesus,  saints,  and  ang-els  too  ; 
 From  all  that 's  good,  from  all  that 's  great, 
 Sunk  down  in  shades  of  endless  woe  i 
 
 ^  Too  much ;    my  soul,  how  canst  thou  beai 
 To  part  with  children  now  so  dear  ? 
 Come,  children,  to  the    bleeding  Lamb, 
 He'll  wipe  away  each  flowing  tear. 
 
 6  He'll  make  you  happy,  give  you  rest; 
 
 Give  comtbrt  too  and  joys  divine  ; 
 You'll  conquer  sin,  and  death  and  hell, 
 And  then  with  saints  in  glory  shine 
 
 7  My  loving  children,  now  begin 
 
 To  seek  the  Lord  ;  repent  of  sin ; 
 O  flee  to  Christ,  whose  grace  divine 
 Can  make  your  souls  in  glory  shine* 
 
 8  Jesus,  thou  all-atoning  Lamb, 
 
 Reach  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine, 
 Bring  them  to  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
 The  praise  shall   be  for  ever  thine. 
 
408  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 150. 
 
 T>  EME:MBER,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die, 
 -■-*^     you  must  die, 
 Remember,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die; 
 Remember,    sinful    youth,    if  you   hate    the 
 
 ways  of  truth. 
 And  in  your  follies  boast,  you  must  die,  you 
 
 must  die. 
 And  in  your  follies  boast,  you  must  die. 
 
 2  Uncertain  are  your  days,  here  below,  here  be- 
 
 low, 
 Uncertain  are  your  days  here  below; 
 Uncertain  are  your  days,  for  God  hath  man/ 
 
 ways 
 To  bring  you  to  your  grave  here  below,  here 
 
 below. 
 To  bring  you  to  your  grave  here  below. 
 
 3  The  God  that  rules  on  high,  great    I   AM, 
 
 great  I  AM, 
 The  God  that  rules  on  high,  great  I  AM, 
 The  God  that  rules  on  high  hath  said,  and 
 
 cannot  lie, 
 Impenitents  must  die  and  be  lost,  and  be  lost, 
 Impcnitcnts  must  die  and  be  lost. 
 
 4  To  a  dreadful  judgment  day  you  are  bound, 
 
 you  are  bound. 
 To  a  dreadiul  judgment  day  you  are  Jjound; 
 To    a    dreadful    judgment     day,    let    youx 
 
 thoughts  be  what  they  may, 
 How  can    you    yet    delay,  you  are  warn'd, 
 
 you  are  warn'd. 
 How  can  you  yet  delay,  you  are  warn'd. 
 
 5  Then,  O  my  friends,    don't   you,  I  entreaty 
 
 I  entreat, 
 Then,  O  m  y^  friends,  don't  you,  I  entreat. 
 Then,  O  n  y  friends,  don't  you  your  wicked 
 
 wa^  i  pursue, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  4(K^ 
 
 YcAir  precious  souls   are  dear,    I  entreyt,  I 
 entreat, 
 
 Your  precious  souls  are  dear,  I  entreat. 
 6  Then  to   your   Saviour  flee,  'scape    for    litr, 
 'scape  for  life, 
 
 Then  to  jour  Saviour  flee,  'scape  for  life  ; 
 
 Then  to  your  Saviour  flee,    lest  death  eter- 
 nal be 
 
 Your    awful    destiny,    'scape  for  hfe,  'srnpe 
 for  life. 
 
 Your  awful  destiny,  'scape  for  life. 
 
 151.     L.  M. 
 
 RENEW'D  by  grace,  we  love  the  word 
 And  yield  our  souls  to  Christ  the  Lore  . 
 Then  to  the  Church  ourselves  we  give, 
 In  holy  fellowship  to  live. 
 
 2  Lord,  may  we  feel  that  we  are  thine, 
 And  sweetly  on  thy  breast  recline. 
 Thy  name  revere,  thy  word  obey, 
 And  never  cease  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 3  May  we  continue  in  thy  ways. 
 Delight  to  pray,  delight  to  praise. 
 Among  thy  saints  abide  in  love 
 Till  call'd  to  shine  in  realms   above. 
 
 Hart.]     152. 
 The  Gospel. 
 irj  EPENT,  ye  sons  of  men,  repent, 
 -■-•^  Hear  the  good  tidings  God  hatli  scut, 
 Of  sinners  sav'd  and  sins  forgiven. 
 And  beggars  rais'd  to  reign  in  heaven, 
 Beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars, 
 
 rais'd  to  reign  in  heaven. 
 God  sent  his  Son  to  die  for  iis, 
 Die  to  redeem  us  from  the  curse: 
 S 
 
410  SPIRITUAL  SOAGS. 
 
 He  took  our  weakness,  bare  our  load, 
 
 And  dearly  bought  us  witli  his  blood. 
 
 Dearly,  dearly.  Sec. 
 
 3  In  g-uilt's  dark  dungeon,  where  we  lajv 
 Mercy  cried  '  spa  re ^^  and  Justice  '  slay  ' 
 But  Jesus  answer'd,  '  set  them  free ; 
 And  pardon  thejn^  and  punish  me.' 
 
 Pardon,  pardon,  &c. 
 
 4  Salvation  is  of  God  alone, 
 Life  everlasting,  in  his  Son ; 
 
 And  he  that  gave  his  Son  to  bleed, 
 Will  freely  give  us  all  we  need. 
 Freeh^,  freely,  &c. 
 6  Believe  the  Gospel  and  rejoice. 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  ; 
 His  goodness  praise,  his  wonders  tell, 
 Who  ranswii'd  all  our  souls  from  hell 
 Ransom'd,  ransom'd,  &c. 
 
 153. 
 
 TJte  rUgrvn's  Song. 
 
 RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
 Thy  better  portion  trace; 
 Rise  from  transitory  things, 
 
 Tow'rd  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
 Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay. 
 
 Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and   haste  away, 
 
 To  seats  prepared  above. 
 Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 
 
 Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
 Fire,  ascending,  seeks   the  sun  ; 
 
 Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
 Thus  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 
 
 Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
 
SPIUITrAL  SONGS.  411 
 
 Upward  tends,  to  his  abode, 
 
 To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
 3  Cease  ye  pilo^rims,  cease  to  mourn, 
 
 Press  onward  to  the  prize. 
 Soon  the  Saviour  will  return. 
 
 Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
 Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
 
 Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
 All  your  sorrows  left  below,- 
 
 And  cai'th  exclianir'd  for  heaven 
 
 154. 
 ^  071  Baptism. 
 
 SALE^rS  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 
 In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came 
 
 All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
 Twas  there  tlie  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
 Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
 
 To  do  his  master's  will. 
 The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
 His  riglit  to  be  baptised  then. 
 
 The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 
 On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  appear. 
 The  Baptist  and  his  master  dear, 
 
 Then  down  the  bank  they  went 
 
 3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
 The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 
 
 And  there  did  him  baptise  ; 
 Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
 And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done. 
 
 And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 
 
 4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
 The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 
 
 Down  from  the  courts  above ; 
 And  on  the  holy  heavenly  Lamb, 
 
412  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 
 
 In  shape  hke  a  fair  dove. 
 5  This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries, 
 The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 
 
 O  children,  hear  ye  him ; 
 Hark  I  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries. 
 Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptis'd, 
 
 And  wash  away  your  sm. 
 G  Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
 Salem's  bright  Xing  has  marked  the  w^ 
 
 And  has  a  crown  prepar'd  ; 
 O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
 Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 
 
 And  have  the  great  reward. 
 
 7  Believing  children  gather  round. 
 And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound. 
 
 With  cheerful  hearts  arise  ; 
 See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
 A  loving  Saviour  calling.  Come, 
 
 O  children  be  baptis'd. 
 
 8  Beliold  his  servant  waiting  stands. 
 With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands 
 
 To  wait  upon  the  Bride  ; 
 Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare. 
 And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
 
 Down  bv  the  water  side. 
 
 155. 
 
 SALVATION  I  O  melodious  sound. 
 To  wretched  dying  men  ! 
 Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds. 
 And  leads  to  God  again. 
 2  Rescu'd  from  hell's  eternal  gloom. 
 From  fiends,  and  fires  and  chams ; 
 Rais'd  to  a  Paradise  of  bliss. 
 Where  love  triumphant  reigns  I 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO?iGS.  413 
 
 3  But  may  a  poor  bcwildorM  soul, 
 
 Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
 Presume  to  raise  a  trembling-  eye 
 To  blessings  so  divine  ? 
 
 4  The  lustre  of  so  brifrjit  a  bliss 
 
 My  feeble  heart  o'erbcars, 
 And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
 The  promise  into  tears. 
 
 5  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 
 
 These  dying-  hopes  can  raise 
 Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
 And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 
 
 156.     CM. 
 
 SALVATION  :  what  a  glorious  plan  . 
 How  suited  to  our  need  ! 
 The  grace  that  raises  fallen  man, 
 Is  wonderful  indeed. 
 
 2  Twas  Wisdom  form'd  the  vast  design, 
 
 To  ransom  us  when  lost ; 
 And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
 Provided  all  tlie  cost. 
 
 3  Strict  Justice,  with  approving  look. 
 
 The  holy  cov'nant  seal'd ; 
 And  Truth  and  Power  undertook 
 The  whole  should   be  fulfiU'd. 
 
 4  Trutli,  AVisdom,  Justice,  Power  and  Love, 
 
 In  all  their  glory  shone, 
 Wlicn  Jesus  left  the  courts  above, 
 And  died  to  save  his  own. 
 
 5  Truth,  Wisdom,  Justice,  Power,  and  Love 
 
 Are  equally  display'd. 
 Now  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  above. 
 Our  Advocate  and  Head. 
 
414  SPIRITUAL  SOxVGS. 
 
 G  Now  sill  appears  c]e::erving  death, 
 Most  hateful  and  abhorr'd  ; 
 And  yet  tlie  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
 And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 
 
 Nev/to.v.]     15  f.     7s. 
 Hear  what  he  has  done  for  my  soul. 
 
 SAVED  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell 
 What  the  love  of  Christ  hatli  dr'vfl 
 He  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell. 
 
 Of  a  rebel  made  a  son. 
 Oh!  I  tremble  still  to  think 
 How  secure  I  liv'd  in  sin, 
 Sporting"  en  de,struction's   brink. 
 Yet  prc£erv'd  from  falling  in. 
 
 2  In  a  kind,  propitious  hour. 
 
 To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke, 
 Touch'd  me  by  his  spirit's  power, 
 
 xAnd  my  dangerous  slumber  broke 
 Then  I  saw  and  own'd  my  guilt ; 
 
 Soon  my  gracious  Lord  replied, 
 '  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  spilt, 
 
 'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  died.' 
 
 3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love. 
 
 All  at  once  possess'd  my  heart ; 
 Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove. 
 
 After  acting  such  a  part? 
 *  Thou  hast  greatly  sinn'd,'  he  said, 
 
 *  But  I  freely  ail  forgive ; 
 I  myself  the   debt  have  paid. 
 
 Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live.' 
 
 4  Come  my  fellow-sinners,  try  ; 
 
 Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love ; 
 O,  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 
 
 May  his  w^ondrous  mercy  prove. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO.NGS.  415 
 
 \s  he  has  sent  me  to  declare, 
 
 All  is  ready,  all  is  free  : 
 Wily  should  any  soul  despair. 
 
 When  he  sav'd  a  uTctcli  like  me  ? 
 
 158. 
 
 ^AVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
 ^^  Sprinkled  with  redeeminor  blood, 
 And  my  troubled,  weary  spirit 
 
 Now  finds  Tc<t  in  thee,  my  God. 
 I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
 
 Vv'hilc  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie ; 
 Sin  nor  Satan  cannot  hurt  me, 
 
 While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 
 Glory,  &c. 
 
 2  Now  I'll  sing-  of  Jesus'  merit, 
 
 Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  najne 
 And  if  any  w^ant  his  spirit. 
 
 He  is  still  the  very  same. 
 He  that  asketli  soon  receivcth. 
 
 He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find, 
 Come,  for  whosoe'er  believeth, 
 
 He  will  never  cast  behind. 
 Glory,  <Scu 
 
 3  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading, 
 
 With  his  Father,   and  our  God 
 Now  for  us  he  's  interceding". 
 
 As  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 
 "Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praymg, 
 
 '  Father,  spare  them,  I  liave   died  ,** 
 And  the  Father  answer^,  saying, 
 
 '  They  are  freely  justified.' 
 Glory,  &c. 
 
416  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 159.    8,7. 
 
 Prayer  for  a  Revival 
 ^AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
 ^^  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain 
 All  will  come  to  desolation, 
 Unless  thou  return  again. 
 
 'i  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
 Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ; 
 J^est  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
 Every  plant  should  droop  and  die, 
 
 3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd. 
 
 Every  plant  look'd  gay  and  green; 
 Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished  ; 
 Happy  seasons  we  have   seen. 
 
 4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded. 
 
 And  a  sad   decline  we  see ; 
 Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
 Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
 
 -^   Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
 FillM  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth 
 •  >[d  professors,  tall  as  cedars. 
 Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 
 
 €  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
 We  shall  meet  no  more  helow; 
 Some,  alas  I   we  fear  are  blighted ; 
 Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
 
 7    y'ounger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant, 
 Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms,  stood ; 
 But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present. 
 Frost  has  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud  I 
 
 s  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 
 
 Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again 
 ''>h  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
 Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  417 
 
 9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
 Make  us  prevalent  in   prayers ; 
 Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
 Shun  the  world's  bewitching-  snares. 
 10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pow'r, 
 Turn  tlie  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
 And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
 To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
 
 160. 
 
 SAW  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour 
 Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
 He  died  oh  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and  me, 
 And  purchase  our  pardon  witii  blood. 
 
 2  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended. 
 
 Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 
 He  bow'd  his  head  and  died,  thus  my  Lora 
 was   crucified. 
 To  atone  for  our  souls  that  were  lost. 
 
 3  Three  dreadful  hours,  three  dreadful  hours, 
 
 Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain; 
 The    sun    refus'd    to    shine,  when   the   Ma- 
 jesty divine 
 Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 
 
 4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 
 
 Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land  ; 
 The  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  creation's 
 vast  extent, 
 When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 
 
 5  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 
 
 Ajid  the  atonement  was  made. 
 He  was  taken  by  the   great,  and   embalm'd 
 in  spices  sweet. 
 With  the  rich  in  the  grave  softly  laid. 
 
 6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour  I  hail,  mighty  Saviour  I 
 
 Prince,  and  the  Author  of  Peace  I 
 S2 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He  barst  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumphant 
 froni  the  earth, 
 He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 
 There"  interceding,  there  interceding, 
 Pleading  that  sinners  might  live ; 
 Saying,   'Father,   I  have   died,   here   behold 
 my  hands  and  side, 
 To  redeem  them;  I  pray  thee,  forgive.' 
 I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them, 
 
 When  they  repent  and  believe ; 
 Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and    be  rccon 
 cil'd  to  thee. 
 And  salvation  tiiey  all  shall  receive.' 
 
 161, 
 
 SEE  the  fountain  open'd  w^idc. 
 That  from  pollution  frees  us, 
 Flowing  from  the  precious  side 
 Of  our  Immanuel  Jesus. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth  ! 
 
 Come  ye  to  the  waters  ; 
 Freely  drink  and  quench   your  thirst. 
 
 With  Zion's  Sons  and  daughters. 
 
 '  Sinners,  hear  the  Saviour's  call ; 
 
 Consider  what  you're  doing ; 
 Jesus  Christ  can  cleanse  you  all ; 
 
 Will  you  not  come  unto  him  ? 
 I  Dying  sinners,  come  and  try ; 
 
 These  waters  will  relieve  you ; 
 Without  money  come  and  buy. 
 
 For  Christ  wuU  freely  give  you 
 [  He  who  drinks  shall  never  die ; 
 
 These  waters  fail  him  never  ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  415 
 
 Sinners,  come  and  now  apply, 
 And  drink,  and   live  for  even 
 
 5  Weeping-  Mary,  full  of  grief, 
 
 Applied  unto  these  waters  ; 
 Jesus  gave  her  full  relief 
 
 With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
 
 6  See  the  woman  at  the  v»^ell, 
 
 Disputing  with  the  Saviour ; 
 
 Soon  she  found  that  he  could  tell 
 
 Her  all  her  past  behaviour. 
 
 7  When  she  ask'd,  and  when  she  got 
 
 A  drink,  her  heart  was  flaming; 
 She  forgot  her  water-pot, 
 
 And  ran  to  town  proclaiming. 
 S  The  thief  had  only  time  to  drink, 
 And  tell  his  doleful  story  ; 
 Jesus  gave  hira  leave  to  drink; 
 He  drank,  and  fled  to  glory. 
 9  Christians,  you  can  fully  tell 
 Tiie  virtues  of  these  waters ; 
 Vou  were  once  the  heirs  of  hell, 
 Now  Zion's  sons  and  dauo-htcrs. 
 
 1€2.    CM. 
 
 *  ^HE?HEPcDS,  rejoice  I  lifl  up  j^our  eye?, 
 ^  '  And  send  your  fears  away ; 
 
 *  Nevv's  from  tJie  regions  of  the  skies  ; 
 
 '  Salvation 's  born,  to-day  I 
 '  Jesus,  the  God,  whom  angels  fear, 
 
 'Comes  down  to  dwell  with  ycu; 
 'To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
 
 '  But  not  as  nionarchs  do. 
 
 '  So  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling-bands, 
 *  xSor  royal  sliining  tilings  ; 
 
420  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 *A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
 '  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 
 
 4  '  Go,  Sliepherds,  wliere  the  infant  lies, 
 
 '  And  see  liis  humble  throne ; 
 *  With  tears  of  joj  in  all  your  eyes, 
 *  Go,  Shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.' 
 
 5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 
 
 The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
 Tliey  tune  tlieir  harps  to  lofty  sound. 
 And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 
 G  '  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above ! 
 '  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
 '  IMortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
 '  At  their  Redeemer's  birth.' 
 7  Lord,  and  shall  Angels  have  their  songs. 
 And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 
 O,  may  we  lose  our  useless  tongues. 
 When  we  forget  to  praise  1 
 S  Glory  to  God  that  rciofns  above. 
 That  pitied  us  forlorn  ; 
 We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 
 For  there  's  a  Saviour  born. 
 
 Xewtox.]     163.     7s. 
 
 Prepare  to  meet   God. 
 ^IXNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
 ^^-^  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
 Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure, 
 
 In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
 See,  his  mighty  arm  is  barb'd; 
 
 Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow; 
 For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd. 
 
 Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 
 2  At  liis  presence  nature  shakes. 
 
 Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee : 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  421 
 
 Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax — 
 
 What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
 Who  liis  advent  may  abide  ? 
 
 You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
 W^ill  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
 
 When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 
 3  Then  the  rich,  the  great,  the  wise, 
 
 Tremblincr,   guilty,  self-condemn'd, 
 Must  behold  the  wrathful  eyes. 
 
 Of  the  Judge  they  once  blasphem'd  ; 
 Where  are  now  tlieir  haughty  looks  ? 
 
 O  !  their  horror  and  despair, 
 When  they  see  the  opcnM  books. 
 
 And  their  dreadful  sentence  hear  I 
 i  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace ; 
 
 Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath. 
 And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
 
 Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
 Let  us  now  our  day  improve. 
 
 Listen  to  the  Gospel  voice ; 
 Seek  the  tilings  that  are  above. 
 
 Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 
 5  Oh  I  when  flesh  and   heart  shall  fail, 
 
 Let  thy  love  our  spirits  cheer ; 
 Strengthen'd  thus,  we  shall  prevail 
 
 Over  Satan,  sin,^  a'nd  fear. 
 Trusting  in  thy  precious  name. 
 
 May  we  thus  our  journey  end ; 
 Then  our  foes  shall  lose  their  aim, 
 
 And  the  Judge  will  be  our  friend. 
 
 Newton.]     164. 
 
 SIN^^ER,  hear  tlie  Saviour's  call, 
 He  now  is  passing  by  ; 
 He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall. 
 And   heard  thy  mournful  cry. 
 
422  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He  has  pardons  to  impart. 
 
 Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears ; 
 See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 
 
 And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 
 
 2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come ; 
 
 And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
 He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 
 
 Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face  ? 
 Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuel  ? 
 
 Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
 
 Has  shed  his  precious  blood  ? 
 
 3  Think,  how  on  the  cross  he  hung-, 
 
 Pierc'd  with  a  thousand  wounds  ; 
 Hark !   from  each,  as  with  a  tongue, 
 
 The  voice  of  pardon  sounds  I 
 See,  from  all  his  bursting*  veins. 
 
 Blood   of  v/ondrous  virtue  flow ; 
 Siied  to  wash  away  thy  stains. 
 
 And  ransom  thee  from  woe. 
 
 4  Though  his  majesty  be  great. 
 
 His  mercy  is  no  less ; 
 Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate. 
 
 He  feels  for  thy  distress. 
 By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn 
 
 He  delights  not  in  thy  death  ;* 
 But  invites  thee  to  return. 
 
 That  thou  may'st  live  by  faith. 
 
 5  Raise  thy  downcast  eyes,  and  see 
 
 AVhat  throngs  his  throne  surround  ; 
 Tiiese,  though  sinners  once  like  thee. 
 
 Have  full  salvation  found. 
 Yield  not  then  to  unbelief. 
 
 While  he  says  *  there  yet  is  room ;' 
 Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief. 
 
 Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  come. 
 
 *  Ezekiel  xxiii.  11. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  423 
 
 165. 
 
 SIXXERS,  lift  up  your  heart<» 
 The  promise  to  receive ; 
 Jesus  himself  imparts, 
 
 He  comes  in  man  to  live  ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given, 
 
 Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heavcrv 
 
 2  Jesus  is  glorified, 
 
 And  gives  the  Comforter, 
 His  Spirit,  to  reside 
 
 In  all  his  members  here. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  <Scc. 
 
 3  To  make  an  end  of  sin. 
 
 And  Satan's  vrork  destroy, 
 He  brings  his  kingdom  in. 
 
 Peace,  Riofliteousness  and  Joy. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 i  The  cleansing  blood  t'  apply, 
 
 The  heavenly  life  display, 
 And  wholly  sanctify. 
 
 And  seal  us  to  that  day. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 5  Sent  down  to  make  us  meet 
 To  see  his  glorious  face. 
 And  grant  us  eacli  a  scat 
 
 In  that  thrice   happy  place. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  Slc. 
 
 S  From  heaven  he  shall  once  more 
 Triumphantly  descend, 
 And  all  his  saints  restore 
 
 To  joys  that  never  end ; 
 Then,  then,  when  all  our  joys  are  given, 
 Rejoice  in  God,  rejoice   in  heaven. 
 
424  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Newton.]     166« 
 The  tivo  Malefactors. 
 ^OVEREIGN  Grace  has  power  alone 
 '^  To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
 And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
 Tlien  the  hardest  heart  will    melt. 
 
 2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
 Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 
 One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
 ScofF'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 
 
 3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breatli, 
 In  the  very  jaws  of  death ; 
 Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 
 
 With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 
 
 4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
 Saw  the  danger  of  his  case. 
 Faith  receiv'd,  to  own  the  Lord, 
 Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorrM 
 
 5  '  Lord,  (he  pray'd,)  remember   me, 
 When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be ;' 
 
 '  Soon  with  me,  (the  Lord  replies,) 
 Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise.' 
 
 6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
 Grace  vouchsafed  in  time  of  need  : 
 Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name. 
 You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 
 
 7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 
 Think  upon  the  harden'd  thief; 
 If  the  Gospel  you  disdain, 
 Christ,  to  you,  will  die   in  vain. 
 
 167. 
 
 ^TILL,  out  of  the  deepest  abyss 
 ^^  Of  trouble,  I  mournfully  cry. 
 And  pine  to  recover  my  peace. 
 And  see  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
 
SHRITUAL  SO.NGS.  425 
 
 I  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 
 
 These  passionate  long-ings  for  home ; 
 O,  when  will  my  spirit  be  there ; 
 
 O,  when  will  the  messenger  come  ? 
 
 2  Thy  nature  I  long"  to  put  on, 
 
 Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain 
 And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down 
 
 This  burden  of  body  and  pain. 
 O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near. 
 
 And  lull  me  to  sleep  on  tliy  breast ; 
 Appear  to  my  rescue,   appear. 
 
 And  gather  me  into  thy  rest. 
 
 3  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in, 
 
 The  arms  of  thy  mercy  display, 
 And  give  me  to  rest  from  all  sin. 
 
 And  bear  me  triumphant  away ; 
 Away  from  a  world   of  distress, 
 
 x\way  to  the  mansions  above ; 
 A  heaven  of  seeing  thy  face, 
 
 A  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love. 
 
 S 
 
 Xewton.j    168. 
 An  alarm  to  Sinners. 
 TOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
 
 Before  you  farther  go ; 
 Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
 
 Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
 Once  again,  I  charge  you,  stop ; 
 
 For  unless  you  warning  take, 
 Ere  you  are  aware,  you  drop 
 
 Into  the  burning  lake. 
 
 2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
 That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
 Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod. 
 
 With  which  he  bre^aks  his  foes? 
 
426  SPIRITUAL  SO^GS. 
 
 Can  you  stand  in  that  dread   day, 
 When  he  judg-ment  shall  proclaim  , 
 
 When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 
 Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 
 
 3  Pale-faced  Death  will  quickly  come, 
 
 To  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 
 Then  to  hear  your   awful  doom, 
 
 Will  fiU  you  with  despair. 
 All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 
 
 Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 
 Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
 
 And  what  can  you  reply  ? 
 
 4  Tliough  your  heart  be  made  of  steel. 
 
 Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
 God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 
 
 He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
 Sinners  tiien  in  vain  will  call, 
 
 (Though  they  now  ^lespise  his  grace,) 
 Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall,'*^ 
 
 And  liide  us  from  his  face. 
 
 3  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 
 
 You  may  his  mercy  know ; 
 Tliough  his  arm  is  lit\ed  up, 
 
 He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
 'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died. 
 
 Sinners  he  invites  to  come ; 
 None  who  come  shall  be  denied. 
 
 He  says,  'There  still  is  room.'t 
 
 169.     S3. 
 
 STRANGE  and  mysterious  is  my  life 
 What  opposites  I  feel  within  I 
 A  stable  peace,  a  constant  strife. 
 
 The  rule  of  grace,  the  power  of  sin, 
 
 *  Rev.  vi.  IS.  \  Luke  xiv.  22 
 
SPIRITLWL  SO^Ga  427 
 
 Too  often  I  am  captive  led, 
 And  daily  triumph  in  my  Head. 
 
 2  I  prize  the  privileg^e  of  prayer, 
 
 Bat  Oh  I  what  backwardness  to  pray 
 Though  on  the  Lord  I  cast  my  care, 
 
 I  feel  its  burden  every  day  ; 
 I  seek  his  will  in  all  I  do^ 
 Yet  find  my  own  is  working  too. 
 
 3  I  call  the  promises  my  own, 
 
 And   .  rize  tliem  more  than  mines  of  gold  ; 
 Yet  t.:i::li  their  sweetness  I  have  known, 
 
 Til- .-  Lave  me  mumpressM  ajid  cold; 
 One  hour  upon  the  truth  I  feed. 
 The  next  I  know  not  what  I  read. 
 i  I  love  the  holy  *day  of  rest. 
 
 When  Jesus  meets  his  gathered  saiTits ; 
 Sweet  day,  of  all  the  week  the  best  1 
 
 For  its  return  my  spirit  pants ; 
 Yet  often,  through  my  unbelief. 
 It  proves  a  day  of  guilt  and  grief. 
 ')  While  on  my  Saviour  I  rely, 
 
 I  know  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim, 
 And  tlierefore  dare  tiicir  power  defy, 
 
 Assur'd  of  conquest  through  his  name ; 
 But  siXtu.  my  confidence  is  slain, 
 And  all  my  ieors  return  again. 
 C  Thus  diiF'rent  powers  within  me  strive, 
 
 And  grace  and  sin  by  turns  prevail ; 
 I  grieve,  rejoice,  decline,  revive. 
 
 And  vict'ry  hangs  in  doubtful  scale  ; 
 But  Jesus  has  his  promise  pass'd. 
 That  grace  shall  overcome  at  last. 
 
 s 
 
 iro. 
 
 WEET  rivers  of  redeeming  lore, 
 Lie  just  before  my  eye; 
 
428  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
 
 I'd  to  those  rivers  fly ; 
 I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 
 
 With  joy  outstrip  the  wind ; 
 I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main 
 
 And  leave  the  world  behind. 
 
 There  *s  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
 
 There  's  glory  all  around  ; 
 There  's  glory  from  the  rising  sun. 
 
 Until  its  going  down. 
 
 2  While  I'm  in  prison  here  belaw. 
 
 In  anguish  and  in  pain, 
 Oft-times  those  troubles  I  forego; 
 
 When  love  surrounds  my  heart 
 In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 
 
 Fait] I  mounts  tlie    upper  sky  ,* 
 I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 
 
 And  would  rejoice  to  die. 
 
 3  I  view  the  monster,  Death,  and  smile, 
 
 Now  he  has  lost  his  sting ; 
 Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 
 
 I  still  the  trumpet  sing. 
 I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms. 
 
 And  will  not  let  him  go; 
 I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 
 
 No  other  good  I  know. 
 
 4  A  few  more  days  or  years  at  most, 
 
 My  trials  will  be  o'er ; 
 I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host. 
 
 On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
 My  raptur'd  soul  shall  drink  and  feast. 
 
 In  love's  unbomided  sea  ; 
 The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest. 
 
 Is  ravishing  to  me. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOI^S.  409 
 
 5  O  come  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
 
 And  bear  me  through  the  sky ; 
 Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, 
 
 Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh. 
 I  liope  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 
 
 And  in  thy  image  shine  ; 
 To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 
 
 And  be  for  ever  thine. 
 G  Then  will  I  tune  my  harp  of  gold. 
 
 To  my  eternal  King ; 
 Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 
 
 Will  make  his  praises  ring. 
 All  hail,  eternal  Son  of  God, 
 
 Who  died  on  Calvary, 
 And  sav'd  me  with  his  precious  blood, 
 
 From  endless  misery. 
 7  Ten  thousand,  thousand  join  in  one, 
 
 To  praise  the  eternal  Three, 
 Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne. 
 
 In  deep  humility. 
 They  rise  and  tmie  their  harps  of  gold, 
 
 And  sweep  th'  immortal  lyre  ; 
 Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 
 
 Shall  raise  thy  praises  higher. 
 
 171. 
 
 SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  bleesing 
 Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  I 
 Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
 
 From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
 Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 
 
 Mercy  flow  in  streams  of  blood ; 
 Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 
 
 Plead  and  claim  thy  peace  with  Grod. 
 Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 
 
 While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze, 
 
430  SPIRITUAL  SOXGS. 
 
 Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 
 Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise, 
 4  !May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling-, 
 In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
 
 Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
 And  himself  more  deeply  know. 
 
 1T2.    CM. 
 
 The  universal  spread  of  the  Gospel. 
 
 THAT  glorious  day  is  dravring  nigh, 
 When  Zion's  light  shall  come  ; 
 She  sliall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
 
 Briglit  as  the  rising  sun. 
 The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign. 
 
 And  earth's  fomidations  bend, 
 When,  like  a  bride,  Jerusalem 
 All  glorious,  shall  descend. 
 
 2  The  King  vrho  wears  that  glorious  crown, 
 
 Tiie  azure  flaming  bow, 
 The  holy  city  sliall  bring  down 
 
 To  bless  the  church  below  ; 
 AVhen  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  King 
 
 Shall  sin  and  death  destroy  ; 
 Tlie  morning  stars  together  sing, 
 
 And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 
 
 3  The  holy,  bright,  musician  band, 
 
 Wlio  hold  the  harps  of  God, 
 On  Zion's  holy  mountain  stand, 
 
 In  garments  ting'd  with  blood; 
 Descending  vrith  most  melting  strains, 
 
 Jehovah  they'll  adore : 
 Such  shouts,  through  earth's  extensive  plains, 
 
 Were  never  heard  before. 
 
 4  Let  Satan  rage,  and  boast  no  more, 
 
 "Nor  think  his  reign  is  long ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  451 
 
 Though  saints  are  feeble,  weak  and  poor 
 
 Tlieir  great  Redeemer's  strong; 
 He  is  tlicir  shield  and  hiding  place, 
 
 A  covert  from  the  wind  : 
 A  stream  of  life,  from  Christ,  the  Rock, 
 
 Runs  through  this  weary  land. 
 5  Tliis  crystal  stream  runs  down  from  heaven  ; 
 
 It  issues  from  the  throne  ; 
 The  sons  of  strife  away  are  driven, 
 
 The  Church  becomes  but  one. 
 This  peaceftd  union  she  shall  know, 
 
 And  live  upon  his  love. 
 And  sing  and  shout  his  name  below 
 
 ^Vs  angels  do  above. 
 
 ITS.    P.M. 
 
 THE  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading 
 fax  and  wide. 
 And  sinners,  they  are  coming  upon  tlie  Gos- 
 pel tide ; 
 The  conquests  of  King  Jesus  in  glorious  tri- 
 umph rise. 
 And  siimers  crowd   around  him  with  bitter 
 screams  and  cries. 
 
 2  The  sufferings   of  the  Saviour  upon  Mount 
 
 Calvary 
 
 Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  as  we  may 
 plainly  see  ; 
 
 And  while  the  glorious  message  was  circu- 
 lating round. 
 
 Some  souls,  exposed  to  ruin,  redeeming  grace 
 have   found. 
 
 3  And  of  tliat  happy  number,  I  hope  that    1 
 
 am  one  ; 
 For  Jesus  will  accompUsh  tlie  work  he  ha.s 
 begim  ; 
 
432  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He'll  cut  it  short  in   righteousness,  and  I'D 
 
 for  ever  be 
 A  monument  of  mercy,  through  all  eternitj^ 
 
 4  I  am  but  a  young  convert,  who   lately  did 
 
 enlist, 
 
 A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Prophet,  King 
 and  Priest  ; 
 
 I  have  received  my  bomity,  with  it  my  mar- 
 tial dress, 
 
 A  ring  of  love  and  favour,  a  robe  of  right 
 eousness. 
 
 5  Then  down  into  the  water,  where  we  yoimg 
 
 converts  go. 
 We  serve  our  Lord  and  Master,  in  righteous 
 
 acts  below ; 
 We  lay  our  sinful  bodies  beneath  the  yield- 
 
 ing  wave, 
 An  emblem  of  the  Saviour,  when  he  lay  in 
 
 the  grave. 
 
 6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for 
 
 you  and  me ; 
 Behold  his  mangled  body,  upon   the  cursed 
 
 tree ; 
 His  head,  his  hands,  his  bleeding  side,  to  you 
 
 we  now  portray  ; 
 Come,  tell  me,  brother  sinner,  how  can  you 
 
 stay  away  ? 
 
 7  Come,  all  ye  elder  brethren  and  soldiers  of 
 
 the  cross. 
 Who  for  the  love  of  Jesus  have  counted  all 
 
 things  dross  ; 
 Come   pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  wo 
 
 may  travel  on, 
 To  meet  you  all   in  glory,  where  our  Re* 
 
 deemer  's  gone. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  433 
 
 174. 
 
 THE  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
 Is  music  in    my  cars, 
 In  Jesus  I   have  found 
 
 Relief  from  all  my  fears  ; 
 Darkness  to  liijlit  does  now  give  plaoab 
 And  all  things  wear   another  face. 
 
 6  To  God  I'm  rcconcird, 
 
 I  fear  no  dire  alarms; 
 He  owns  me  for  a  child, 
 
 And  clasps  me  in  his  arms; 
 Reliev'd  from  doubts  and  every  Big\ 
 I  boldly  Abba  Father  cry. 
 
 3  I  cannot  fear  the  law, 
 
 Its  thunders  loud  may  roar; 
 Since  I  am  sav'd  from   sin, 
 
 It  can  demand  no  more. 
 On  v/ings  of  love  I  mount  and  fty, 
 And  Father,  iVbba  Father,  cry. 
 
 4  Death,  too,  has  lost  his  sting. 
 
 And  wears  a  comely  face  ; 
 I  hope  to  shout  and  sing. 
 
 E'en  in  his  cold  embrace. 
 He'll  close  my  eyes  and  stop  my  MUm 
 But  cannot  rouse  my  guilty  feari. 
 
 5  When  thro'  the  flaming  sky 
 
 I  see  the  Judge  descend, 
 I'll  Abba  Father  cry. 
 
 And  hail  him  as  my  friend. 
 While  standing  in  the  Gospel  light. 
 There's  notliing  can  ray  soul  affriglj|i 
 
 €  Now  let  my  joyful  eyes 
 
 Flow  down  in  grateful  teari, 
 Since  free  adopting  grace 
 Hav  bonish'd  uU  my  feari ; 
 T 
 
434  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 The  cross  I'll  bear,  myself  deny, 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 
 175. 
 
 fT^HE  great  tremendous  day  's  approaching^ 
 -■-    That  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh» 
 Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets^ 
 
 Decreed  from  all  eternity  ; 
 But,  O  ray  soul !  reilect  and  wonder, 
 
 That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near. 
 When  you  shall  see  that   great  trcinsactioa^ 
 
 When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appeax 
 9  See  nature  stand,  all  in  amazement, 
 
 To  hear  tlje  last  loud  trumpet  sound: 
 •Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment^ 
 
 *  Ye  nations  of  tliis  world  around.' 
 Loud  thunder  ruinblJng  through  the  concare, 
 
 Bright  forked  li.i^htning  parts  the  skies ; 
 The  heavens  a  g-hu.king,  the  earth  a  quaking 
 
 The  gloomy  sight  attracts  my  eyes. 
 
 3  The  orbit  lamps  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
 
 No  more  t)iclr  shining  circuits  run  ; 
 The  wheel  oT  time  stopp'd  in  a  moment, 
 
 Eternal  things  are  now  begun  ; 
 Huire  massy  rocks  and  tow'ring  mouiiiaiiui 
 
 Over  their  tumbling  bases  loar ; 
 The  ragiijg  oce.tn,  all  in  commotion, 
 
 Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  shore. 
 
 4  Green,  turfy  grave-yards,  and  tombs  of  marble, 
 
 (iive  up  their  dead,  both  small  and  great ; 
 See  the  whole  world,  both  saint  and  sinner 
 
 Are  coming  to  the  judgment  scat; 
 See  Jesus,  on  a  tin-one  of  justice, 
 
 Come  thundering  down  the  parted  sky, 
 While  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 
 
 With  hallelujah  shout  for  joy. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  435 
 
 5  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  pres- 
 
 encc, 
 His  fiice  ten  thousand  suns  outsliines ; 
 Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory» 
 
 To  meet  liim  all   his  s.iir.ts  combine. 
 *Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  witli  s^x^ed  hke  light, 
 ning, 
 Call  in  mv  saints,  from  distant  land, 
 Those  that  my  blood  from  hell  has  ransomed. 
 Whose  name  in  lite's  fair  book  doth  stand. 
 
 6  O  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
 
 The  purchase  of  my  dying  love. 
 Receive  the  crowns  of  li!e  and  glory, 
 
 Which  are  bid  up  for  you  above. 
 For  your  dear  souls,  wriich  have  continued 
 
 With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore; 
 I  have  provided    for  you  a  kingdom, 
 
 To  reign  with  me  for  evermore.' 
 
 7  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water. 
 
 No  sickness,  pain,  nor  death,  to  fear  ; 
 No  sorrow,  sighing,  nor  tears,  nor  weeping, 
 
 Sliall  ever  have  admittance  there. 
 But  how  will  sinners  stand  and  tremble^ 
 
 Wiien  Justice  calls  them  to  tbo  bar! 
 Those  that  reject  his  offer'd  mercy, 
 
 Their  everlasting   doom  to  hear. 
 
 8  See  Justice  now,  with  indignation, 
 
 Culliiiof  aloud  for  sinners'  blood  ; 
 Tliosc  that  have  slighted  otTcr'd  mercy. 
 
 And  crucified  the  Son  of  God  ; 
 Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed  sinners, 
 
 ]\ly  face  you  never  more  shrJI  see  ; 
 Be  banish'd  from  my   peaceful   presence. 
 
 To  endless  woe  and  misery. 
 
 9  Eacli  guilty  soul,  then,  struck  with    horro^ 
 
 And  anguish  tlirobbing  in  tlieir  breast^ 
 
43Q  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 For  ever  doom'd  to  endless  sorrow, 
 And  never  more  to  hope  for  rest. 
 
 Come,  sinners,  here's  a  fdithiiil  warning 
 Return  to  Jcsiis  whilst  you  may, 
 
 And  he  is  ready  to  receive  you, 
 Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 
 
 176. 
 
 THE  Lord  into  his  garden's  come, 
 The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
 The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
 Refreshing-  showers  of  grace  divine, 
 From  Jesus  tlow  on  every  vine, 
 And  make  the  dead  alive. 
 9  Behold,  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
 With  springs  of  water  doth   abound 
 
 A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
 The  desert  blossoms  li'^e  the  rose. 
 Believers  do  the  church  compose, 
 Wlien  party  zeal  is  gone. 
 8  The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on, 
 The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 
 
 Your  sins  he  will  forgive ; 
 O,  taste  and  see  tliat  grace  is  free 
 For  all  mankind,  who  willing  be 
 To  come  to  Christ  and  live. 
 
 4  The  worst  of  sinners  here   may  find 
 A  Saviour  piteous  and  kind  ; 
 
 Who  will  them  all  receive  ; 
 None  are  too  bad,  who  do  repent; 
 Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 
 
 The  Lord    did  him  relieve. 
 
 5  If  sinners  only  knew  the   Lord, 
 And  were  acquainted  with  his  word, 
 
 His  sweet  forgiving   love, 
 They'd  rush  through  storms  of  every  kixul 
 And  leave  all  earthly  things  behind, 
 
 To  ^ain  a  crov>'u  above. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43T 
 
 6  Come,  brethren,  you  who  know  the  Lord, 
 Observe  with  care  his  holy  word, 
 
 In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
 Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
 Will  only  make  us  riclier  there, 
 
 Wlien  we  arrive  at  home. 
 
 7  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
 It  issues  from  the  glorious  throne, 
 
 From  Jesos'  throne  en  high ; 
 It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain. 
 We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 
 
 And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 
 
 8  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
 And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 
 
 W^e'll  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
 For  there  the  bliss  which  God  bestows, 
 To  a  redundant  river  flows, 
 
 Wliich  never  will  run  dry. 
 
 9  There  we  shall  sliine,  and  shout,  and  sin^ 
 And  make  the  upper  regions  ring. 
 
 When  all  the  saints  get  home  ; 
 Come  on,  come  on,  my  bretliren  deaj, 
 We  soon  shall  meet  together  there, 
 
 For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
 10  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
 I  hope  to  meet  you  in  tlie  skies. 
 
 The  Saviour  to  adore. 
 Now  here 's  my  heart,  and  here 's  my  hand. 
 To  meet  you  in  tiie  heavenly  land, 
 
 Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
 
 17T.     lis. 
 
 THE    Lord   is    the   fountain  of  goodneat 
 and  love  I 
 In  Eden,  once  flowing  in  streams  from  above; 
 Refresh'd  every  moment  the  first  happy  pair. 
 Till  sin  stopp'd  the  current  and  brougiit  in 
 despair 
 
438  SPIHITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  O  wretched  condition !  wliat  anguish  and  paia ! 
 They  thirst  for  a  fountain,  but  seek  it  in  vain  J 
 To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief; 
 They  drinij,  and  tlie  drauglit   bat  increases 
 
 their  grief. 
 
 3  Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings!  no  more  we  com. 
 
 plain, 
 Our  Jesus  has  oi^n'd  the  fountain  again ; 
 Now,    mingled    willi   mercy,    enrich'd   with 
 
 free  grace. 
 In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  come,  sinners,  and  taster 
 
 4  How  happy  the  procpect,    how  pleasant  tlie 
 
 road  ! 
 When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of 
 
 God  ; 
 Though  narrow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at  last, 
 A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  pass'd. 
 
 5  Come,  sinners,  poor  sinners  I   'tis  boundless 
 
 and  free  ; 
 In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  'lis  open'd  for  thee ; 
 This  water  has  virtus  to  heal  all  complaints, 
 Come    drink,   ye  diseas'd,   and   rejoice  with 
 
 the  saints. 
 
 6  Say  not  '  I'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not  partake;* 
 For  this  very  rea-^on  tlie  Lord  bids  you  take  ; 
 Say  not  '  Too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all,' 
 For  such  (not  the  righteous)  the  Lord  came 
 
 to   call. 
 
 7  Ho  I   all  ye   poor   sinners,   ye   halt  and   ye 
 
 blind, 
 Ye    penitent   mourners,    here   life  you  may 
 
 find; 
 The  Spirit  invites  you,  the  Bride    bids  you 
 
 come, 
 O  I   call  all   your  neighbours,   for  yet  there 
 
 is  room. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  439 
 
 178. 
 
 Friendship   and    Love, 
 
 PART    I. 
 
 THE  reason  we    love  friendship,  we  will 
 deny  to  no  man ; 
 
 How  shall,  how  sJiall,  how  shall  we. 
 Who  are  thus  form'd  for  happiness, 
 
 E'er  slight  a  loving-  Christian, 
 Since  Jesus,  Jesus  hath  died  on  the  tree. 
 
 To  rescue  sinful  men 
 From  violence  and  treason, 
 
 That  we  might  love  each  other, 
 And  seek  our  souls'  salvation  ? 
 
 *Twas  love  that  mov'd  the  mighty  God 
 To  send  our  souls  redemption, 
 
 That  happy,  happy  we  might  be. 
 2  On  the  feast-day,  in  ancient  times, 
 
 Jesus  stood  thus  crying  : 
 Whosoever  thirstcth,  let  every  one 
 
 Come  unto  me  and  freely  drink, 
 And  tlius  be  sav'd  from  dying ; 
 
 For  surely,  surely  there 's  nothing  else  can 
 Fill  the  iininDrtal  mind 
 
 V/ith  strong  desires  now  glowing ; 
 Then  come,  and  taste  the  streams  of  grace 
 
 Which  are  so  freely  tl owing, 
 •laying,  drink  and  never  tliirst  again ; 
 
 For  you  they  now  are  flowing ; 
 Then  happy,  happy  you  shall  be. 
 %  Let  us  who  have  begun  to  taste 
 
 The  sweets  of  this  salvation, 
 ^llow,  follow,  .et  us  follow  on, 
 
 Believing  we  shall  overcome, 
 Resisting  all  temptation, 
 
 Since  Jesus,  Jesus,  since  Jesus,  the  Son, 
 With  out-stretch'd  arms  expanded, 
 
 And  voice  that  is  inviting, 
 
140  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  purling"  streams  of  purest  joys^ 
 
 Is  thus  our  souls   exciting; 
 Let  us  impart  to  him  our  heart. 
 
 By  faith  and  love  uniting, 
 Then  happy,  happy  we  shall  be. 
 
 PART    II. 
 
 I  The  sacred  tics  of  friendship 
 
 Unite  all  loving  Christians, 
 No  time  or  place  shall  change  them, 
 
 In  glory,  in  glory  tl^ey  shall  live; 
 And  death  shall  ne'er  dissolve  them  ; 
 
 United,  united  are  they  that   bcliev* 
 When  Gabriel's  trumpet  sounding, 
 
 And  conquer'd  death  resigning. 
 The  scattcr'd  dust  igniting, 
 
 The  soul  and  body  joining, 
 All  join  the  grand  procession, 
 
 And  glory  realizing, 
 Then  happy,  hai)py  we  shall  be : 
 %  The  bliss  exquisite  flowing. 
 
 The  friends  of  Jesus  shouting ; 
 Such  raptures,  raptures  flow  from  his  word| 
 
 The  angels  join  in  concert. 
 Whilst  Jesus  stands  inviting, 
 
 Come  on,  come  on,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord 
 Behold  the  crowns  of  glory. 
 
 And  saints  and  angels  meeting ; 
 And  living  streams  of  purest  joys 
 
 For  ever  are  increasing ; 
 In  azure  fields  for  ever  range, 
 
 And  view  a  smiling  Jesus, 
 Then  happy,  happy  we  shall  be. 
 3  The  sinner  's  now  lamenting. 
 
 He  sees  the  grand  procession, 
 A  marching,  marching  to  the  dazzling  thron* 
 
 His  frightful  soul  alarmed. 
 With  startled  eyes  amazed. 
 
 Farewell,  farewell,  I  am  for  ever  gonoh 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  441 
 
 Behold  a  g'odly  father, 
 
 And  there  a  pious  motlier, 
 How  did   they  pray  together  ! 
 
 Tiicy  float  on  streams  of  pleasure^ 
 And  I  am  lost  for  ever, 
 
 On  waves  of  endless  sorrow, 
 Then  torment,  torment  is  for  ever  mine. 
 
 179. 
 
 THERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
 A  heaven  v.  here  pleasure  never  dies ; 
 A  heaven  I  sometimes  lio})e  to  see, 
 But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 
 Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend, 
 O,  halklujah,  hallelujah, 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend. 
 6  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait. 
 And  narrow  is  the  Gospel  gate  ; 
 Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
 Ten  tiiousand  snares  to  take  us  in. 
 But  Jesus,  6lc. 
 E  I  travel  through  a  world  of  woes, 
 Throutrh  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
 The  tenij>ter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand. 
 To  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 
 But  Jesus,  (Sec. 
 
 4  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in. 
 Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin ; 
 But  in  this  way  his  track  I  see. 
 
 And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seem'd  to  be» 
 Sweet  Jesus,  &.c. 
 
 5  There  are  the  footsteps  of  my  Lord, 
 There  on  the  cross  he  bore  my  load  ; 
 •Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  day, 
 With  streaming  bloo4  he  mark'd  the  waj 
 
 Sweet  Jesus,  &c. 
 T2 
 
442  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 6  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will. 
 His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
 Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
 I  shall  be  sale  in  Jesus'   arms. 
 
 For  Jesus,  &lc. 
 
 7  Then,  O  my  soul !  arise  and  sing", 
 Yonder  's  thy  Saviour,  Friend  and  King  ;  - 
 With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  on, 
 And  cries,  press  on  and  win  the  crown. 
 
 Sweet  Jesus,  <&:c. 
 
 8  Prove  faithful  yet  a  few  more  days, 
 Fi^ht  the  good  fight,  and  end  thy  race; 
 And  tiicn  tiiy  soul  v;ith  nie  shall  reign, 
 Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain. 
 
 Sweet  Jesus,  &c. 
 D  My  flesh  shall  slumber  under  ground. 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
 Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
 And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 
 
 Sweet  Jesus,  &c. 
 
 180, 
 
 THERE    is    a   holy  city,  a  happy  worl(i 
 above. 
 Beyond  the  starry  regions,  built  by  the  God 
 
 of  love, 
 An  everlasting  temple,  and  saints,  array'd  in 
 
 white. 
 There  serve  the  great  Redeemer,  and  dwdl 
 
 with  him  in  light. 
 2  No  night   is    there,    nor   darkness,  but  one 
 
 perpetual  day ; 
 Their  sin  and  grief  are  banish'd,  their  tear» 
 
 are  wip'd  away  ; 
 Their  joys  are  still   increasing,   their  songf 
 
 are  ever  new ; 
 They  praise  th'  eternal  Father,  tlie  Son  wd 
 
 Soirit  too. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  443 
 
 3  The     meanest  cliild  of  glory  outshines  tne 
 
 radiant  sun ; 
 But  who  can    speak    the   splendour  of  that 
 
 eternal  tlirone, 
 Where  Jesus  sits  exalted  in  God-like  majesty 
 The  elders  fall  before  him,  and  angels  bow 
 
 tlie  knee. 
 
 4  Is   this    the    man  oi  sorrow,  w-ho    stood  at 
 
 Pilate's  bar ; 
 
 Who  was  abused  by  Herod,  and  by  his  men 
 of  war  ? 
 
 Hail,  now,  the  mighty  conqueror  I  He  spoiled 
 the  powers  below% 
 
 And  ransom'd  many  captives  from  ever- 
 lasting woe. 
 
 5  The  best  of  saints  around  him.,  proclaim  hi« 
 
 works  of  grace, 
 The    patriarchs    and    prophets,    and   all    tho 
 
 godly  race  ; 
 Some  speak  of  fiery  trials,  and    tortures  on 
 
 the  way, 
 Tliey  come  from  tribulation  to  everlasting  day. 
 
 6  Now,  with    a  holy  transport,  they  tell  their 
 
 sutF'rinsfs  o'er, 
 Their  tears  and  their  temptations,  and  all  the 
 
 pains  they  bore ; 
 They  turn  and  bow^  to  Jesus,  wlio  gain'd  their 
 
 liberty, 
 •  Amidst  our  greatest  dangers  our  lives  were 
 
 hid  in  thee.' 
 
 7  Long  time  I  was   invited  to  gain  that  hea- 
 
 venly rest ; 
 Grace  made  no  hard  condition,  'twas  only  to 
 
 be  blest; 
 But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures  inclin'd  me 
 
 long  to  stay, 
 trsuing  dreams  and  shadow^s,  and  joys  that 
 
 '^ass  away. 
 
4i4  SPIRITUAL  SONCa 
 
 8  But  now  it  is  my  purpose  the  better  way  li 
 
 find, 
 To  serve   my  great  Creatorj   and   leave  thi 
 
 world  behind , 
 In  sin's  seducing-  mazes  I  would  no  longer 
 
 roam, 
 I'd  give  my  soul  to  Jesus,  who  brings  th* 
 
 ransom'd  home. 
 
 9  And  what  shall  be  my  journey,  how  long  I'B 
 
 stay  belov/, 
 Or  what  shall  be   my  trials,  is  not  for  m« 
 
 to  know  ; 
 Help  me    in    time   of  trouble  to   raise    my 
 
 thougjits  on  high. 
 To  think  of  the  bright  temple  and  crowxji 
 
 above  tlie  sky. 
 
 1§1. 
 
 THERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure 
 Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll^ 
 Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 
 
 And  tliere  I  long  to  rest  my  souL 
 Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me. 
 
 With  scarcely  once  a  twinkling  ray  J 
 But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 
 
 A  lamp  hath  slione  along  my  way. 
 8  My  way  is  full  of  danger  ; 
 
 But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God, 
 And  like  a  faithful  soldier, 
 
 I'll  boldly  march  along  the  road. 
 Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 
 
 My  breast-plate,  helmet,  and  my  shiel<^ 
 And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 
 
 Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 
 S  I'm  on  my  way  to  Zion, 
 
 Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand  % 
 0,  come  along,  dear  sinners. 
 
 And  see  Immajiuel's  happy  land. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  445 
 
 To  all  who  stay  beliind  me, 
 I  bid  a  lon^,  a  long"  farewell ; 
 
 Come  now,  or  you'll  repent  it. 
 
 When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell 
 
 4  The  vale  of  tears  around  me, 
 
 And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before ; 
 O,  liow  I  stand  and  tremble, 
 
 To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar  ! 
 Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 
 
 And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  ther% 
 From  sinking  down  to  darkness. 
 
 And  to  the  regions  of  despair  ? 
 
 5  This  stream  shall  not  affiight  me. 
 
 Although  'tis  deeper  tiian  the  gravel 
 If  Jesus  stands  beside  me, 
 
 I'll  smoothly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave. 
 His  word  has  ealm'd  tlie  ocean, 
 
 His  lamp  has  chcer'd  the  gloomy  vale^ 
 O,  shall  this  Friend  be  v/ith  me, 
 
 While  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sailf 
 
 6  Come,  then,  thou  king  of  terrors, 
 
 And  with  thy  dagger  lay  me  low; 
 I'll  sooner  reach  those  regions 
 
 Where  everlasting  pleasures  grow. 
 O  sinners,  shall  I  leave  you, 
 
 No  more  to  join  your  social  band  ; 
 No  more  to  stand  beside  you. 
 
 Till  at  tlie  judgment  bar  we  stand  ? 
 
 7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 
 
 Shall  rock  the  globe  from  pole  to  pofe^ 
 Aud  all  the  wheels  of  nature 
 
 Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
 Then  we  shall  sec  the  Saviour, 
 
 With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come^ 
 To  execute  his  vengeance, 
 
 knd  take  iiia  faithful  servants  hom«^ 
 
446  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 1§2. 
 
 rSl here's  no  such  tiling  as  perfect  bUflt 
 -*-      On  this  terrestrial  ball ; 
 What  else  I  doubt,  I'm  sure  of  this, 
 That  grief's  the  lot  of  all. 
 2  Though  we  should  trace  the  globe  around. 
 And  traverse  land  and  sea, 
 The  prize  we  seek  can  ne'er  be  found, 
 Till,  Lord,  we  come  to  thee. 
 3^The  dearest   object  we  attain, 
 Though  pleasing  to  the  eye. 
 Contains  a  larger  share  of  pain, 
 Than  we  at  first  descry. 
 
 4  Should  we  on  every  flowing  tide 
 
 Our  weight  in  gold  receive, 
 Still  v/e  should    be  dissatisfied 
 Willi  all  this  world  could  give. 
 
 5  Should  honour  crown  the  golden  day^ 
 
 Of  such  vile  worms  as  we, 
 We'd  groan  beneath  the  loudest  praise, 
 Till,  Lord,  we  come  to  thee. 
 
 6  Then  let  me  seek  and  hope  to  find 
 
 The  wretched  sinner's  Friend ; 
 A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 
 
 On  liim  we  may  depend. 
 T  What  noise  is  this  salutes  my  ear  7 
 
 O,  that  I  now  could  see  ; 
 Is  this  Immanuel's  voice  I  hear? 
 
 Lord,  let  me  come  to  thee. 
 
 8  Speak,  Lord,  and  I  will  cast  away 
 
 Tlie  joys  of  time  and  sense ; 
 
 Give  me  the  light  of  perfect  day. 
 
 The  pearl  of  price  immense. 
 
 9  Do  not  be  deaf  to  all  my  cries- 
 
 Are  not  Uiy  pardons  free  ? 
 
 O,  bid  a  suppliant  sinner  rise. 
 
 And  quickly  come  to  tli^e* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  447 
 
 10  Th*-;i  shall  I  learn  to  minjrle  praise 
 With  those  around  thy  throne, 
 And  loudest  shout  tliy  pardoning  grace, 
 To  a  poor  wretch  undone. 
 .  1  A  theme  so  glorious  a.nd  great, 
 Might  fill  eternity  ; 
 Is  there  in  heaven  an  empty  seat  7 
 Lord,  r^ive    it  unto  mc. 
 
 1§3. 
 
 fllHE  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray, 
 -■-    He  was  condcmn'd  and  led  away; 
 Think,  O  my  soul  I  tliat  mournful  day. 
 
 Look  on  Blount  Calvary  ; 
 Behold  him,  lamb-like,  led  along, 
 Surrounded  by  a  v.icked  throng; 
 Accused  by  each  lying  tonz^e. 
 And  thus  the  Lamb  of  God  was  hung 
 
 Upon  the  shameful  tree. 
 
 2  *Twas  thus  the  glorious  Sufferer  stood, 
 With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood, 
 And  from  each  wound  a  stream  of  blood 
 
 Came  trickling  down  amain. 
 His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
 And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke ; 
 The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook  ; 
 The  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock. 
 
 And  laughed  at  his  pain. 
 
 3  Thus  hung  between  the   earth  and  skies, 
 Behold  him  trembling  I    lo,  he  dies  I 
 
 O  sinner,  hear  his  mournful  cries. 
 
 Behold  his  tort'ring  pain. 
 The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
 Blush'd,  and  retus'd  to  view  the  sight  ;. 
 The  azure  clos'd  Iiis  orbs  of  liglit. 
 While  Nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affrigk^ 
 
 W'hen  Christ,  the  Lord,  was  slain. 
 
448  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4  Ye  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son, 
 
 He  cries  for  help,  but  Oh  I  there's  non^ 
 He  treads  the  v/ine-press  all  alone, 
 His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
 A  lamentation  hear  him  cry, 
 EU   lama    sabacth'^r.i  1 
 So  death  did  close  his  lang-uid  eye ; 
 He  soon  shall  rise  again  on  high, 
 Tiie  conq'riug  Son  of  God. 
 
 $  Botli  Jews  and  RomaTiS,  in  a  band, 
 With  hearts  of  steel  around  him  stand  J 
 '  If  you  have  cornc  to  save  the  land. 
 
 Then  save  yourself,*  they  cry. 
 The  soldier  pierc'd  him  wiien   he  died, 
 The  iie;Jing  streani  ran    from  his  side^ 
 And  thus  my  Lord  w^as  crucified ; 
 Stern  Juirtice  now  is  satisfied, 
 
 Sinners,  for  you  pjid  I. 
 6  'Tis  done,  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid. 
 The  great  atonement  now  is  made ; 
 Sinners,  on  me  your  guilt  was  laid. 
 
 For  you  I  spilt  my  blood ; 
 For  you  my  tender  soul  was  mov'd, 
 For  you  I  left  inj  court  above. 
 That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prors 
 The  hei^rht  and  depth  of  perfect  love. 
 
 In  Ciirist,  your  smiling  God. 
 
 T  Behold  him  mount  the  tlirone  of  state^ 
 And  fill  tlie  mediatori:J    seat; 
 See  millions^  bowing   at  his  feet. 
 
 And  loud  hosannas  tell. 
 Thus  he  endureo  exqiii  >it8  pains ; 
 He  led  tlie  monster,  Deatli,   in  chains : 
 Brigfht  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strainfl^ 
 With  music  fill  all  Edom's  plains, 
 
 lie  conquered  death  and  hell. 
 8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  hiorh. 
 
 Who  reigns  entlu-on'd  above  the  sk/ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  i4t 
 
 Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 
 
 (rlory  to  Him  be  j^ivcn  ; 
 While  heaven  above  his  praise  resound, 
 And  Zion  with  his  name  abound, 
 In  hope  to  shout  eternal  round, 
 In  flaming  love  tliat  has  no  bound, 
 
 Eternally  in  heaven. 
 
 184,    CM. 
 
 THE  time  is  swiftly  rolling   on. 
 When  I  must  faint  and  die; 
 My  body  to  the  dust  return, 
 And  there  forgotten  lie. 
 Q  Let  persecution  rage  around, 
 And  anti-Christ  appear  ; 
 My  silent  dust,  beneath  the  ground, 
 Will  no  disturbance  hear. 
 
 3  Through  heat  and  cold  I've  often  went; 
 
 Through  sorrow  and  distress. 
 To  call  on  sinners  to  repent, 
 And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 
 
 4  My  brother  preachers,  boldly  speak. 
 
 Who  stand  on  Zion's  walls ; 
 Confirm  the  strong;   revive  tlie  weak. 
 
 And  oflen  sinners  call. 
 (  May  Zion's  sons  in  peace  be  bound, 
 
 And  put  their  foes  to  flight; 
 While  I  am  sleeping  under  ground. 
 
 May  you  in  love  unite. 
 6  My  brethren  all,  I  bid  adieu; 
 
 Your  feliowsliip  I  love  ; 
 In  time  I'll  never  more  see  you. 
 
 But  soon  we'll  meet  above. 
 t  My  little  babes  be  near  my  heart. 
 
 For  nature  seems  to  bind, 
 So  strong,  it  grieves  me  to  departf 
 
 And  leave  tliem  all  beliind. 
 
I'O  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 8  Dear  Lord,  a  Father  to  them  be, 
 
 And  shield  them  from  all  harm, 
 That  they  may  know  and  worship  the*» 
 And  dwell  upon  tliy  arm. 
 
 9  My  loving  wife,  my  bosom  friend, 
 
 The  object  of  my  love ; 
 The  time's  been  sweet  on   earth  with  jo* 
 My  sweet  and  harmless  dove. 
 
 10  My  dear,  you've  often  look'd  for  me. 
 
 And  often  seen  me  come ; 
 But  now  I  must  depart  firom  thee, 
 Ajid  never  more  return. 
 
 11  My  dearest  love,  don't  weep  for  me, 
 
 Neitlier  lament  nor  mourn; 
 I  trust  I  shall  Vv'ith  Jesus  be, 
 While  you  are  left  alone. 
 
 12  I  never  shall  return  to  thee ; 
 
 ^  Don't  let  this  orrieve  thy  heart; 
 
 But  you  can  quickly  come  to  me, 
 
 Where  we  shall  no  more  part. 
 
 1§5.     L.  M. 
 
 Christ,  the  Apple-Tree.    . 
 
 THE  Tree  of  Lif^  my  soul  hath  seen, 
 Laden  with  fruit,  and  'always   green ; 
 The  trees  of  Xatiirc  fruitless  be. 
 Compared  vv'ith  Christ,  the  Apple-Tree. 
 
 2  This  beauty  doth  all  thing's  excel ; 
 By  faith  I  know,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
 The  glory  which  I  now  can  see 
 
 In  Jesus  Christ,  the  Apple-Tree. 
 
 3  For  happiness  I  long  have  sought, 
 Ajid  pleasures  dearly  have  I  bought; 
 I  miss'd  of  all,  but  now  I  see 
 
 'Tis  found  in  Christ  the  Apple-Tree. 
 
 4  I'm  wearied  with  my  former  toil ; 
 Here  1  will  sit  and  rest  awhile  ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  4."! 
 
 Under  the  sliadow  I  will  be 
 Ol'  Jesus  Christ  tiie  Apple-Trec. 
 
 5  With  great  dcliglit  I'll  make  my  stay, 
 Tiierc  's  none  shall  fight  my  soul  away  ; 
 Among  the  sons  of  men  I  see 
 
 There  's  none  like  Chri^st  tlie  Apple-Treew 
 
 6  1*11  sit  and  eat  this  fruit  divine; 
 
 It  cheers  my  heart  like  precious  wine ; 
 Oh  I  how  divinely  sweet  to  me 
 Is  Christ  the  lovely  Ai)pln-Tree  I 
 
 7  This  fruit  doth  make  my  soul  to  tlirive ; 
 It  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive  ; 
 
 Wliich  makes  my  soul  in  haste  to  be 
 With  Jesus  C'lirist  the  Apple-Tree. 
 
 1§3. 
 
 TIIE  voice  of  free    grace,    cries    escape  to 
 the  mountain, 
 For    Adam's    lost    race,   Christ  has    open'd  a 
 
 fountain  ; 
 For  sin  and  transgression,  and  every  pollution, 
 Ilis  blood  it  flows  freely,  as  streams  from  tli« 
 
 ocean. 
 
 Hallelujah  to  t-ie  Lamb  by  whom  we  find  pardon. 
 
 We  'ii    perfcerly    praise    him,  when    we    pass 
 
 over  Jordaji. 
 
 S  That  fo^jjitain  so  clean,  by  which  we  find  favour, 
 
 From  Jesus*  side    flows,    aiid  proves  him  the 
 
 Saviour  ; 
 Tho'  your  sins  were    increased  as  high    as  a 
 
 mountain, 
 His  blood  it  flows  freely,    as    streams  from  a 
 fountain. 
 Hallelujah,  Slc. 
 3  Jesus,  ride  on,  thy  kinofdom  is  glorious, 
 O'er  sin,  death   and   hell   thou  wilt   make  TV 
 victorious ; 
 
452  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Thy  name  shall  be  praisM  in  the  great  congreg^ 
 
 tion, 
 And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
 Hallelujah,  &.c. 
 4  When  with  Zion  we  stand,  having  gainM  th* 
 blest    shore. 
 With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him 
 
 evermore  ; 
 We  will  range  the   blest   fields   on  the  banki 
 
 of  the  river, 
 And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 
 HuUeiujah,  6lc. 
 
 isr. 
 
 THE  wondrous  love  of  Jesus,  from  sin  and 
 grief  he  frees  us. 
 With  pitying  now  he  sees  us,  while  toiling 
 here  below ; 
 Through  tribulation    driven,    we'll    make    our 
 way  to  heaven. 
 By  consolation  given,  rejoicing  on  w^e'll  go* 
 3  Poor  mourning  souls  distressed,  by  Satan  sore 
 oppressed,  i 
 
 Cheer  up,  you'll  be  relieved,   your   Captaitt 
 is  at  hand  ; 
 In  every  trying  hour,  he'll  shield  you  by  hid 
 power. 
 And  bring  you  safe  to  shore,    on   Canaan*# 
 happy  land. 
 3  See,  yonder  is   the  glory,  it  lies  but  just   be* 
 fore  you. 
 Where  we    shall  tell    the  story  of  Ckrist't 
 redeeming  love  ; 
 And    there  we   shall  for    ever   drink    of  thai 
 flowing  river. 
 And  ever,  and  for  ever  surround  the  tlirooi 
 above. 
 
SPIRmL\L  SONGS.  453 
 
 4  There,  in  tliat  world  of  pleasure,  we   have  a 
 glorious  trcisurc, 
 Where  we  sh:.ll  meet  tog^ether,  and  parting 
 be  no  more  ; 
 All  tears  of  sorrow  driven,    we  then    sliall  b« 
 in  heaven, 
 Where  parents  and  their  children  shall  join 
 for  evermore. 
 6  All  in  that  blooming  garden  of  Eden,  gain'd 
 by  pardon, 
 Upon  the  banks  of  Jorda,n,  mito  the  great  I  am, 
 We'll    sing    the    song    of  Moses,  while  Jesuj 
 Christ  compo-.es, 
 A  song  that  never  closes,  in  praises  to  tlia 
 Lamb. 
 
 %  There    shall  we    see    our  Saviour,    array'd   Ib 
 smiles  of  favour ; 
 Borne  up,  drink  of  the  river  of  Christ's  r» 
 deeming  love  ; 
 Around  the  tlirone  we'll  circle,  and  bid  adieu 
 to  trouble. 
 We've  overcome  the    devil,   through  his  r^ 
 deeming  love. 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     18 §, 
 
 THIS  is  a  world  of  trouble  and  grief,  I  plainlj 
 see  ; 
 But  when  in  deepest  sorrow,  O  God  I  we  look 
 
 to  tlicc, 
 Tl  ")U  didst  deliver  Daniel,  when  in  the  lions'  den, 
 Anl  as   thou    didst   protect   him,  O  why  not 
 
 other  men  ? 
 Thou  didst  support  thy  children,  when  in  tilt 
 J  I  furnace  cast ; 
 
 For  Jesus  stood  beside  them,  when  in  the  fiery 
 J  I  blast ; 
 
454  SPIRITUAL  SOjNGS. 
 
 Thy  saints  thou  wilt  deliver,  though  in  boiling 
 
 chaldroi^s  tlirown, 
 Glory  to  God  the  Father,  and  iiis  anointed  Son. 
 
 3  I  feel  determin'd  to  serve  him,  while  here  o» 
 
 earth  I  live, 
 My  life,    my  strenf^tli,  my   all,  I  Vvill    to  mj 
 
 Saviour  givt-  ; 
 Tliis  world  and  ail  its  pleasure,  through  gracd 
 
 I'll  lay  aside, 
 And  try  to  live  for  Jesus,  since  he  for  me  has  died. 
 
 4  The  flame  is  now  increasing,   the    saints    aro 
 
 joiij'd  in  one. 
 The  time  is  fust  a[)proaciiing,  when  we    shall 
 
 all  get  home  ; 
 The    day    of   general    judgment    is    now  fast 
 
 drawing  nii{h. 
 When  Gabriel  with  his  trumpet  shall  thundcf 
 
 through  the  sky. 
 
 5  Arise     and    come    to    judgment,    ye    nations 
 
 under  ground, 
 The  children  cA'  the  kingdom  shall  from  their 
 
 graves  rebound  : 
 Behold  tliem  rising,  shining  farbriglile''  than  tho 
 
 sun, 
 They'll  sing-  in  endless  union,  their  notes  will 
 
 all  be  one. 
 
 6  Although  we    meet   wuth    trials    and    troubleat 
 
 here  below,  I 
 
 We'll  there    drink    living  waters,  Vv'hich  froni 
 
 the  S.iviour  flow  ;  1 
 
 There  we  sh.ill  join  the  angels,  be  fill'd  witli' 
 
 love  divine. 
 And  say,  my  God,    I    love  thee,    for  thou  ait' 
 
 ever  miiJc. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  455 
 
 1§9. 
 
 THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
 To  thee,  agcinst  myself,  to  thee^ 
 A  sinful  worm,   I  cry  ; 
 A  half-awakcn'd  child  of  man, 
 An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  ptiin, 
 A  sinner  born  to  die. 
 
 2  Lo  I  on  a  narrower  neck  of  land, 
 'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas   1  stand. 
 
 Yet  how  insensible  ! 
 A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
 Removes  nic  to  yon  heavenly  place. 
 
 Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 
 
 3  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
 And  dec})ly  on  my  tiioughtful  iieart 
 
 Eternal  things  irajjress ; 
 Give  me  to  feel  tiieir  solemn  v,-cjght. 
 And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late, 
 
 With  mc  to  Riq^hteo'jsness. 
 Before  me  place,  in  bright  array. 
 The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  d\y^ 
 
 When   tiiou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
 To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
 And  tell  me.  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 
 
 To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
 5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here. 
 With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 
 
 To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
 Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
 I      And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
 I  And  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 16  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive. 
 Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 
 
 And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
 Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
 And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight. 
 
 And  everlasting  love. 
 
456  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 100. 
 
 The  mercy  of  God.     Psalm  Ixxxii.  1. 
 rjlIIY  mere}',  my  God,  is  tlie  theme  of  my  song, 
 •*-    I'he  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  mj 
 
 tongue ; 
 Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last. 
 Hath  won  my  affections  and  bomid  my  soul  fast 
 fi  Without  tliy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here, 
 Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair ; 
 But,  through  t/iy  free  goodness,  my  spirits  revive^ 
 And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 
 8  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart. 
 Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart; 
 Dissolv'd  by  tliy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground. 
 And  v/eep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found* 
 4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 
 To  the  poor  and  tiie  needy,  who  knock  by  tb« 
 
 way, 
 No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
 Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  J^sus's  sake. 
 6  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell;| 
 Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  telll 
 •Twas  Jesus,  my  Friend,  when  he  hung  on  V 
 
 tree. 
 Who  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  to  me. 
 €  Great  Father  of  mercies,  thy  goodness  I  own, 
 And  the  covenant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son; 
 All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine, 
 Seak  mercy,   and   pardon,  and    righteousne*! 
 mine. 
 
 191. 
 
 TIS  finish'd,  His  done!  the  spirit  is  fled, 
 Our  brotlier  is  gone,  the  Christian  is  dea^' 
 The  Christian  is  living  in  Jesus's  love. 
 And  gladly  receiving  a.  kingdom  aboT% 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  457 
 
 ft  AH  honour  and  praise  are  Jesus's  due  ; 
 
 Supported  by  grace,  he  foug-ht  his  way  through  ; 
 Triumphantly  glorious  through  Jesus's  zeal, 
 And  more  than  victorious  o'er  sin,  death,  and 
 
 hell. 
 Then  let  us  record  the  conquering  name, 
 Our  Captain  and  Lord  with  shoutings  proclaim  ; 
 Who  trust  in  his  passion,  and  follow  their  head, 
 To  certain  salvation  shall  surely  be  led. 
 O  Jesus,  lead  on  thy  militant  care, 
 And  give  us  the  crown  of  righteousness  there  , 
 Where,  dazzled  with  glory,  the  seraphim  gaze, 
 Or  prostrate,  adore  thee  in  silence  of  praise. 
 Within  us  display  thy  love,  when  we  die. 
 And  bear  us  away  to  mansions  on  high; 
 The  kingdom  be  given,  of  glory  divine, 
 And  crown  us  in  heaven,  eternally  thine. 
 
 192.    L.  M. 
 
 Christ  is  eternal  life. 
 Tills  life  to  know  the  dying  Lamb; 
 
 -■-  Eternal  life  is  in  his  name ; 
 O  may  I  in  this  knowledge  grow, 
 And  daily  more  of  Jesus  know  I 
 
 2  Know  him  to  wash  me  in  his  blood ; 
 Know  him  to  make  my  peace  with  God  ; 
 Know  him  for  strength  and  righteousnese, 
 And  know  him  for  renewing  grace. 
 
 3  Know  him  as  my  exceeding  joy. 
 Know  him  my  praises  to  employ ; 
 Know  him  as  all  my  heart  can  wish. 
 And  know  him  for  eternal  bliss. 
 
 CowpER.]    193.    7s. 
 Welcome  Cross. 
 *f¥lIS  ray  happiness  below, 
 -■-    Not  to  live  without  the  cross 
 
458  SPIRITUAL  SONGSl 
 
 But  the  Saviour's   power  to  know. 
 
 Sanctifying    every  loss. 
 Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
 
 But  with  humble  faith  to   see 
 Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 
 
 This  is  happiness  to  me. 
 
 2  God  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 
 
 Of  affiiction,  pain,  and  toil; 
 Tliese  spring-  up  and  choke  the  weeds. 
 
 Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil. 
 Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
 
 Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
 Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
 
 Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 
 
 3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
 
 No  chastisement  by  tlie  way. 
 Might  I  not,  wrtii  reason,  fear 
 
 I  should  prove  a  cast-away  I 
 Bastards    may  escape  the  rod,* 
 
 Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight ; 
 But  the  true  born  cliild  of  God, 
 
 Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 
 
 191. 
 
 TRANSPORTING  news, the  Saviour's  convs. 
 To  purchase  our  salvation  I 
 Let  every  tongue  now  speak  his  name. 
 In  strains  of  acclamation. 
 
 When  hell's  dark  hosts,  ( 
 
 W_lh  wicked  hoasts, 
 Had  CoU'pass'd  man's  subjection, 
 Christ's  wondrous  grace 
 Reliev'd  our  race. 
 By  mercy's  sweet  direction. 
 Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
 The  lieir  and  partner  of  his  throne, 
 
 *  Heb..xii.  8. 
 
 ii 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  4^9 
 
 •In  pity  stoop'd,  was  crucified, 
 His  righteousness  and  blood   applied, 
 And  thus  our  souls  at  freedom  set, 
 By  paying"  off"  the  dreadful  debt ; 
 
 We,  therefore,  we, 
 
 From  guilt  set  free, 
 Will  joyfully  adore  him. 
 
 2  He  comes,  tlie  prisoners  to  release, 
 
 To  cure  poor  souls  all  bleeding; 
 To  give  the  troubled  conscience  peace, 
 Bv  his  death  and  interceding. 
 The  cursed  chain 
 He    breaks  in  twain, 
 With  whicli  our  sins  had  bound  us 
 From  Calvary, 
 His  pardons  free, 
 Have  richly  flow'd  around  us. 
 
 Our  King  of  kings,  our  Lord  most  high. 
 Hath  ransom'd  us  to  liberty ; 
 And  in  a  garment  dipt  in  blood. 
 Our  foes  beneath  his  feet  hath  trod. 
 Rescued  by  grace,  we  now  no  more 
 Shall  bonds  and  poverty  deplore  ; 
 Fair  Salem  waits, 
 With  pearly  gates. 
 Our  ransom'd  souls  to  welcome. 
 
 3  Then,  happy  souls,  come  sing  his  grace, 
 
 Come  sing  your  pearl,  your  treasure, 
 Till  you  behold  him  face  to  face. 
 With  most  triumphant  pleasure. 
 His  grace  and  love 
 With  joy  we  prove, 
 While  with  delight  we  ponder 
 On  what  in  vain 
 Tongue  tries  to  explain. 
 To  heaven  and  earth  aad  wonder; 
 
460  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Thus,  while  we  sit  beneath  the  cross,- 
 All  earthly  gain  we  count  but  loss; 
 And  nothing-  tliink  or  speak  beside, 
 But  of  our  Saviour  crucified. 
 In  whom  both  grace  and  vengeance  join 
 To  make  poor  worms  in  glory  shine : 
 O,  for  this  grace 
 Let  highest  praise 
 Ascend  with  pleasing  rapture. 
 4  Our  glad  hosannas,  Saviour  God, 
 Proclaim  aloud  thy  praise, 
 While  all  the  host  redeem'd  by  blood, 
 In  heaven  with  transport  gaze. 
 We,  too,  aspire. 
 With  that  blest  choir, 
 In  humble,  sweet  prostration, 
 A  glorious  band. 
 With  harp  in  hand. 
 To  sing  complete  salvation. 
 
 With  them  we'll  drink  immortal  jeys, 
 With  them  hear  Jesus'  glorious  voice, 
 With  them  behold  him  face  to  face, 
 With  them  transported,  on  him  gaze, 
 With  them  in  heavenly  concert  join. 
 With  them  in  endless  glory  shine; 
 In  loftiest  verse 
 His  praise  rehearse. 
 Adore  his  name  for  ever. 
 
 195. 
 
 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. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOXGS.  46! 
 
 2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
 
 *Tis  all  but  vanity : 
 Clirist,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slaii>, 
 
 He  tasted  death  for  me ; 
 Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 
 
 The  sin-atoning  victim  died. 
 Only  Jesus,  &:c. 
 
 3  Here  will  I  set  up  ray  rest; 
 
 My  tiuctuating"  heart. 
 From  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 
 
 Shall  never  more  depart. 
 Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 
 
 His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide. 
 Only  Jesus,  <&:c. 
 
 4  Him  to  know,  is  life  and  peace. 
 
 And  pleasure  without   end  ; 
 Tliis  is  all  my  happiness. 
 
 On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
 Daily  in  this  grace  to  grow, 
 
 And  ever  in  his  faith  abide. 
 Only  Jesus,  «fcc. 
 
 5  O,  that  I  could  all  invite, 
 
 This  saving  truth  to  prove ; 
 Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 
 
 And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  I 
 Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 
 
 The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied- 
 Only  Jesus,  <fcc. 
 
 196.     Diuth  of  a  Child. 
 
 WAKE  up,  muse,  condole  the  loss, 
 Of  those  that  mourn  to-day  ; 
 Let  tears  distil  on  every  face. 
 And  every  mourner  pray. 
 2  The  tyrant.  Death,  came  rushing  in, 
 Last  night  liis  power  did  show; 
 ^.iut  of  this  world  this  child  did  take 
 Death  laid  its  visa^ie  low 
 
462  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  No  more  the  pleasant  child  is  seen. 
 
 To  please  its  parent's    eye  ; 
 The  tender  plant,  so  fresh  and  green, 
 Is  in  eternity. 
 
 4  The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke, 
 
 The  pitcher  burst  in  twain  ; 
 The  cistern-wheel  has  felt  the  stroke, 
 The  pleasant   child  is  slain. 
 
 5  The  winding-sheet  doth  bind  its  limbs, 
 
 The  coffin  holds  it  fast; 
 To-day  it's  seen  by  all  its  friends, 
 But  this  must  be  the  last ; 
 
 6  Until  the  I^ord  shall  come  to  judge 
 
 The  nations,  great  and  small, 
 And  you  and  I  before  him  stand, 
 And  at  his    presence  fall. 
 
 197. 
 
 WANDERING  pilgrims,  mourning  Chris 
 tians, 
 Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
 Who  endure  great  tribulation, 
 
 And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
 Christ  hath  sent  me  to  invite  you 
 
 To  a  rich  and  costly  feast ; 
 Let  not  shame  nor  pride  ppevent  you. 
 Come,  the  rich  provision  taste. 
 
 2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 
 
 And  bemourn  your  wretched  case, 
 Gome  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 
 
 He  will  give  you  Gospel  grace. 
 If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him. 
 
 Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days 
 Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him. 
 
 He  will  guide  your  feet  always 
 
 3  If,  like  poor  Bartemius  blinded, 
 
 You  bewai-  the  want  of  sigh 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  463 
 
 Crjr  to  Jesus,  son  of  David^ 
 He  will  g-ive  you  gospel  light ; 
 
 If,  like  Mary,  you've  been  keeping- 
 Seven  devils  in  your  embrace. 
 
 Fly,  like  her,  to  Jesus,  weeping, 
 He  will  bid  you  go  in  peace. 
 
 4  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving. 
 
 Doubting  Jesus'  pardoning  love, 
 Lie  hard  by  Bethesda,  waiting 
 
 Till  the  troubled  waters  move ; 
 If  no  one  appear  to  help  you, 
 
 All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk, 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you ; 
 
 Rise,  take  up  your  bed,  and  walk. 
 
 5  If,  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 
 
 In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 
 Wait  with  patience,  constant  praying, 
 
 Christ  will  grant  you  sweet  relief; 
 He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
 
 All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied ; 
 Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
 
 Rise  and  cross  the  sweUing  tide. 
 Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 
 
 Clurist  will  guide  you  through  the  gloona 
 'Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  concert, 
 
 To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
 TJiere  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 
 
 Free  from  every  want  and  care  : 
 Come,  O  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 
 
 Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 
 
 198.    C.  M. 
 
 Who  are  these,  and  whence  are  they  ? 
 
 WHAT  poor  despised  company 
 Of  travellers  are  these, 
 Walking  through  yonder  narrow  way, 
 Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 
 
464  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 2  They  all  are  of  a  royal  line ; 
 
 They  are  children  of  a  king; 
 
 Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
 
 And  loud  for  joy  they  sing. 
 
 3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 
 
 Ajid  why  so  much  despis'd  ? 
 Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
 The  world  are  not  apprized. 
 
 4  Why,  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 
 
 And  lacking  daily  bread ; 
 Heirs  of  immortal  wealth  possessed. 
 With  hidden  manna  fed. 
 
 5  Why  do  they  shun  that  pleasant  path, 
 
 Which  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
 Because  it  is  the  road  to  death, 
 The  certain  way  to  hell. 
 
 6  Why  do  they  walk  the  narrow  road. 
 
 Along  that  iiigged  maze  ? 
 Because  this  way  their  Leader  trod  ; 
 They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 
 
 7  What  I  is  there  then  no  other  road 
 
 To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
 Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God  ; 
 No  other  can  be  found. 
 
 Newton.]     199« 
 
 WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test. 
 To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  i 
 You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 
 
 Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him  ; 
 As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view. 
 
 As  he  is  beloved  or  not. 
 So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
 
 And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 
 2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
 A  man  or  an  angel  at  most* 
 
 I 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  405 
 
 Sure  these  have  not  feelino^s  like  me, 
 Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost. 
 
 So  g^uilty,  so  h<,lpic«;s  am  I, 
 
 I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
 
 Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 
 
 Unless  I  were  sure  he  was  God. 
 
 3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 
 
 But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan, 
 And  liope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
 
 When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
 ir  doing^s  prove  rather  too  light, 
 
 (A  little,  they  own,  they  may  fail,) 
 They  purpose  to  make   up  full  weight, 
 
 By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 
 
 4  Some  style  him  the  Pearl  of  great  price, 
 
 And  say  he  's  the  fountain  of  joys  ; 
 Yet  feed   upon  folly  and  vice. 
 
 And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys. 
 Like  Judas  the   Saviour  they  kiss. 
 
 And  while  they  salute  hhn,  betray  ; 
 All  1  what  will  profession  like  this, 
 
 Avail  in  the  terribie  day  I 
 
 5  If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think. 
 
 Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor 
 I  say  he  is  my  meat  and  my  drink, 
 
 3Iy  love,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store ; 
 My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend. 
 
 My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall; 
 My.  hope  from  beginning  ta  end. 
 
 My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 
 
 200. 
 
 TTSrHAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul, 
 
 ''  *        O  my  soul. 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul  I 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this,  that  caused  the  Lord 
 of  bliss 
 
 U2 
 
466  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 To  bear  the  dreadful  curse,  lor  my  soul,  for  mj 
 
 soul, 
 To  bear  the  dreadful  crrre  for  my  soul  I 
 
 2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  sinking  down,  sink- 
 
 ing doy>i^ 
 
 When    I  ij/vas,  &c. 
 
 When  I  MTas  sinking  down  beneath  God's  right- 
 eous ffown, 
 
 CJhrist  laid  aside  his  crown,  for  my  soul,  for  my 
 soul, 
 
 Cnrist,  Sec. 
 
 3  Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  bear  the  news,  bear  the 
 
 news, 
 Ye  winged,  &:c. 
 Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  like  comets,  through  the 
 
 sky, 
 Till  vast  eternity,  with  the  news,  with  the  news, 
 Fill,  &c. 
 
 4  To  God  and  to  tlie  Lamb,  I  will  sing,  I  will  sing, 
 To  God,  &c. 
 
 To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  and  to  the  great  I  a31, 
 W^hile  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  I  will 
 
 sing. 
 While,  &c. 
 
 5  Ye  sons  of  Zion's  King,  join  the  praise,  jom  th^ 
 
 praise, 
 Ye  sons.  Sec 
 Ye  sons  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and  voices 
 
 sing, 
 And  strike  each  tuneful  string,  in  his  praise^  in 
 
 his  praise, 
 And  strike,  Sec. 
 
 6  And  when  from  death  we're  free,  we'll  sing  on, 
 
 we'll  sing  on, 
 And  when,  &c. 
 And  when  from  death  we're  free,  we'll  sing  and 
 
 joyful  be, 
 And  in  eternity  w^e'll  sing  on,  we'll  sing  on. 
 And  in,  &c.  1 
 
fSPIRTTUAL  SONGS.  467 
 
 Ajid  when  to  that  brig-ht  world  we  arrive,  we 
 
 arrive, 
 And  when,  &,c. 
 When  to  that  world  we  go,  free  from  all  pain 
 
 and  woe, 
 We'll  join  the  happy  throng,  and  sing"  on,  and 
 
 sing  on, 
 We'll  join  the  happy  throng-,  and  sing-  on. 
 
 201. 
 
 "VM^HEN  I  was  young,  of  tender  years, 
 
 '  ^  My  Saviour  did  invite  me  ; 
 I  then  was  fill'd  with  many  fears ; 
 
 But  Satan  still  did  blind  me. 
 He  told  me  that  I  was  too  young, 
 
 To  leave  my  worldly  pleasure ; 
 That  I  might  live  till  I  was  old. 
 
 And  serve  God  at  my  leisure. 
 
 2  At  length  the  Spirit  came  one  day. 
 
 And   strove  with  mighty  power. 
 Which  caus'd  me  to  forsake  my  way, 
 
 And  tremble  every  hour  ; 
 Which  caused  me  to  weep  and  mourn, 
 
 Saying,  Lord  Jesus,  save    me. 
 If  mercy  thou  canst  me  afford, 
 
 And  to  tliy  glory  raise  me. 
 
 3  When  Jesus  heard  the  rebel  cry, 
 
 He  sent  his  kind  compassion  ; 
 Down  at  his  feet  my  soul  did  lie. 
 
 There  pleadingr  for  a  blessing. 
 My  heart  was  fiU'd  with  tenderness, 
 
 My  mouth  was  fill'd  with  praises, 
 While  Abba  Father  I  did  cry. 
 
 And  glory  to  my  Saviour. 
 
 4  Glory  to  God,  for  I  have  found 
 
 The  pearj  of  my  salvation ; 
 
469  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 We     are     marching     through     Imnvaniteri 
 ground, 
 
 Up  to  the  lieavenly  Canaan. 
 Now  I'm  rcsolv'd  to  serve  the  Lord, 
 
 And  never  to   forsake  him  ; 
 And  march  along  the  heavenly  road, 
 
 Till  I  do  overtake  him. 
 5  For  Christ  says,  fear  not,  little  flock, 
 
 Heirs  of  immortal  glory  ; 
 For  you  are  built  upon  the  Rock, 
 
 The  kingdom  lies  before  you. 
 Press  on,  press  on,  ye  heirs  of  grace, 
 
 Ajid  tell  the  pleasing  story  ; 
 I'm  with  my  little  flock  always, 
 
 I'll  bring  them  home  to  glory. 
 
 Newton.]     202. 
 Joseph  made  known  to  Jiis  brethren.    Gen.  xiv.  3-4 
 
 WHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld. 
 Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
 His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 
 
 From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 
 Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough, 
 
 To  bring  tlieir  past  sins  to  their  mind 
 But  when  they  were    humbled  enough, 
 He  hasten'd  to  show  himself  kind. 
 
 2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 
 
 Whom  they  had  ill-treated  and  sold  1 
 How  great  their  confusion  must  be. 
 
 As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  I 
 '  I  am  Joseph,  your  brother,'  he  said, 
 
 '  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 
 *  You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
 
 *But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here.* 
 
 3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 
 
 When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
 They  now  were  confounded   much  more. 
 Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  ap. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  469 
 
 '  Can  Joseph,  whom  wc  would  liavc   slain, 
 '  For^nve   us  the  evil  wc  did  ? 
 
 *  And  will  he  our  iiouseholds  maintain  ? 
 
 '  O,  this  is  a  brother  indeed.* 
 
 4  Thus  draggM  by  my  conscience,  I  came, 
 
 AH  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord ; 
 Surrounded  witii  terror  and  shame, 
 
 L^nablc  to  utter  a  word. 
 At  first  he  lookM  stern  and  severe, 
 
 Wh^t  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart. 
 Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 
 
 The  sentence,  '  thou  cursed,  depart  1' 
 
 5  But  Oh  I  what  surprise  when  he  spoke  ! 
 
 What  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  I 
 My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace. 
 '  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 
 
 '  By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain ; 
 '  But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
 
 '  And  raise  tliee  in  glory  to  reign. 
 
 6  '  I  am  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd 
 
 '  And  crucified  often  afresh  ; 
 '  But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 
 
 *  Thy  brother,  thy  bone  and  thy  flesh. 
 
 *  My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 
 
 *  Tiiy   wants  I  will  fully  supply ; 
 
 *  I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
 
 *And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 
 
 7  *Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 
 
 (*  That  they  may  be  willing  to  come,) 
 
 *  The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 
 
 '  And  tell  them  as  yet  there  is  room."' 
 O  sinners,  the  message  obey. 
 
 No  more  vain  excuses  pretend  ; 
 But  fly,  without  furtlier  delay, 
 
 To  Jesus,  our  brotlier  and  friend. 
 
470  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 20S.     CM. 
 
 T^r^HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
 
 *  ^     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
 *Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
 And  long  to  fly  away. 
 
 2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
 
 The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
 Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
 Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 
 
 3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 
 
 In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
 Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
 Eternal  joys  my  own. 
 
 4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 
 
 My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
 Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
 My  debt  of  sufF'ring  paid. 
 
 5  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 
 
 Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 
 Sweet  to  experience  day  by  day 
 His  spirit's  quick'ning  breath. 
 
 6  Sweet  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest 
 Whose  love  can  never  end; 
 
 Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace  t 
 
 For  all  things  to  depend,  f 
 
 If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
 What  must  the  fountain  be, 
 
 Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
 Immediately  from  thee  ! 
 
 Newton.]     204. 
 
 ''HEN  my  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  is  near 
 How  quickly  my  sorrows  depart  I 
 New  beauties  around  me  appear. 
 New  soirits  enliven  mv  heart* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  471 
 
 His  presence  gives  peace  to  my  soul, 
 And  Satan  assaults  me  in  vain  ; 
 
 While  my  Shepherd  his  power  controls, 
 I  think  I  no  more  shall  complain. 
 
 2  But  alas  I  what  a  change  do  I  find 
 
 When  my  shepherd    withdraws  from  my 
 sight  1 
 My  fears  all  return  to  my  mind, 
 
 My  day  is  soon  turn'd  into  night 
 Then  Satan  his  efforts  renews 
 
 To  vex  and  ensnare  me  again  ; 
 All  my  pleasing  enjoyments  I  lose, 
 
 And  can  only  lament  and  complain. 
 
 3  By  these  changes  I  often  pass  thro', 
 
 I  am  taught  my  own  weakness  to  know 
 I  am  taught  what  my  Shepherd  can  do, 
 
 And  how^  much  to  his  mercy  I  owe  : 
 It  is  he  that  supports  me  thro'  all ; 
 
 When  I  faint  he  revives  me  again  ; 
 He  attends  to  my  prayer  when  I  call, 
 
 And  bids  me  no   longer  complain. 
 
 4  Wherefore  then  should  I  murmur  and  grieve, 
 
 Since  my  Sheplierd  is  always  the  same, 
 And  has  promis'd  he  never  will  leave 
 
 The  soul  that  confides  in  his  name  ? 
 To  relieve  me  from  all  that  I  fear, 
 
 He  was  buffeted,  tempted,  and   slain  ; 
 And  at  length  he  will  surely  appear. 
 
 Though  he  leaves  me  awhile  to  complain. 
 
 5  While  I  dwell  in  an  enemy's  land. 
 
 Can  I  hope  to  be  always  in  peace  ? 
 'Tis  enough  that  my  Shepherd  's  at  hand. 
 
 And  that  shortly  this  warfare  will  ceasp  • 
 For  ere  long  he  will  bid  me  remove 
 
 From  this  region  of  sorrow  and  pain, 
 To  abide  in  his  presence  above. 
 
 And  then  I  no  more  shall  complain. 
 
472  SPIRITUAL  SONG  . 
 
 305.      Judgment 
 Tune — Bunker's  Hill. 
 
 WHEN  the  fierce  north-wind  with  his  airy 
 forces 
 Rears  up  the  Bvaltic  to  a  foaming  fury, 
 And  the  red  hghtning  with  the  storm  of  hail 
 comes 
 
 Rushing   amain  down. 
 
 2  How  the  poor  sailors  stand  amazM  and  tremble  I 
 While  the  hoarse  thunder,  like  a  bloody  trumpet, 
 Roars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gasping  waters, 
 
 Quick  to  devour  them. 
 
 3  Such  shall  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  disorder, 
 (If  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  earthly,; 
 Such  the  din  terror  when  the  great  archangel 
 
 Shakes  the  Creation, 
 
 4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vaulted  heaven, 
 Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes ; 
 See  the  graves  open  and  tiie  bones  arising, 
 
 Flames  all  around  'em. 
 
 5  Hark,  the  shrill  outcries  of  the  guilty  wretches  ' 
 Lively  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguish. 
 Stare  thro'  their  eyelids,  v/hile  the  living  worms 
 
 lie 
 
 Growing  within  them. 
 
 6  Thoughts,   like    old  vultures,   prey  upon   their 
 
 heart-strings, 
 And  the  heart  twinges,  when  the  eye  beholds  the 
 Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  vengeance 
 Rolling  afore  him. 
 
 7  Hopeless  immortals  !  how  they  scream  and  shiver 
 While  devils  push  them  to  the  pit  wide  yawning 
 Hideous  and  gloomy  to  receive  them  headlong, 
 
 Down  to  the  centre. 
 
 8  Stop  here  my  fancy,  (all  away,  ye  horrid 
 i)olefuI  ideas,)  come  arise  to  Jesus, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  473 
 
 How  he  sits  God-like  and  the  saints  around  him, 
 
 Thron'd,  yet  adoring". 
 
 9  O  may  I  sit  there  when  lie  comes  triumphant. 
 
 Dooming  the  nations  I  then  ascend  to  glory. 
 
 While  our  hosannas  all  along  tlie  passage 
 
 Shout  the  Redeemer. 
 
 206. 
 
 WHILE  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
 And  veil  their  faces  with  their  wings, 
 Each  saint  on  earth  his  Jesus  sings, 
 And  joins  to  praise  the  King  of  kings. 
 Who  savM  his  soul  from  ruin. 
 
 2  But  sinners,  fond  of  earthly  joys, 
 Mock  and  deride  while  saints  rejoice ; 
 They  shut  their  ears  at  Jesus'  voice. 
 And  make  this  world  and  sin  their  choice, 
 
 And  force  their  way  to  ruin. 
 
 3  The  preachers  warn  them  night  and  day ; 
 For  them  the  Christians  weep  and  pray  ; 
 But  sinners  laugh  and  turn  away, 
 
 And  join  the  wicked,  lewd  and  gay. 
 And  force  their  way  to  ruin. 
 
 4  Ofl  times,  in  visions  of  the   night, 
 God  doth  their  guilty  soul  affright ; 
 They  tremble  at  the  awful  sio-lit. 
 But  oflen  with  the  morning  light 
 
 Pursue  the  road  to  ruin. 
 
 5  Sometimes,  by  preacliing,  sinners  see 
 They're  doom'd  to  hell  and  misery ; 
 To  turn  to  God,  they  then  agree  ; 
 But  Oh  I   'tis  wicked  company 
 
 Entice  them  on  to  ruin. 
 
 6  Of\.times,  when  nothing  else  will  do. 
 Affliction  will  their  danger  show, 
 And  bring  the  haughty  sinner  low; 
 Then  he'll  repent,  and  pray  and  vow, 
 
 But  turns  a^ain  to  ruin- 
 
474  SPIRITUiVL  SONGS. 
 
 7  O  sinners  I   turn,  longr  time  you've   stood 
 Oppos'd  to  God  aiKl  all  that's  good  ; 
 You  may  be  sav'd  throug;ii  Jesus'  blood, 
 Lay  down  your  arms,  submit  to  God, 
 And  thus  be  sav'd  from  ruin. 
 
 S  Turn,  sinners,  else  you'll  glory  lose  ; 
 See,  hell  gapes  wide,  while  Jesus  wooes; 
 How^  can  you  such  a  friend  refuse  I 
 How  can  you  such  a  friend  abuse  i 
 And  choose  eternal  ruin? 
 
 9  Turn,  sinners,  neighbours,  friend  and  foe, 
 The  terror  of  the  Lord  we  know ; 
 O,  tell  us  friends,  what  will  you  do? 
 We  cannot,  cannot  let  you  go 
 A  way  to  endless  ruin. 
 
 207,     Praise  for  Free  Grace. 
 
 WHILE  here  on  earth  I'm  call'd  to  stay 
 ril  praise  my  God  from  day  to  day 
 Jesus  hath  wash'd   away  my  sin. 
 And  made  my  soul  complete  in  him. 
 
 2  When  I  am  brought  before  his  throne, 
 I'll  sing  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 
 And  join  with  all  the  ransom'd  race. 
 To  praise  the  riches  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  Througli  all  eternity  I'll  view 
 My  Jesus,  and  admire  him  too; 
 Praise  shall  attune  my  warbling  tongue, 
 And  'grace,  free  grace,'  be  all  my  song. 
 
 20§. 
 
 "VVTHILE  sorrows  encompass  me  round, 
 
 »  ^     And  endless  distresses  I  see,* 
 Astonish'd,  I  cried,  can  a  mortal  be  found, 
 That's  surrounded  with  troubles  like  me^ 
 S>  Few  liours  of  peace  I  enjoy, 
 
 And  the3'  arc  succeeded  by  pain ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  4'Z5 
 
 If  a  nioracnt  in  praising-  of  God  I  enjoy, 
 I  have  hours  and  days  to  complain. 
 3  O,  when  will  my  sorrow  subside  ? 
 O,  when  will  my  sutTcring  cease  ? 
 O,  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  be  convey'd. 
 To  the  mansions  of  glory  and  bliss  ? 
 i  ^lay  I  be  prepared  for  that  day, 
 
 When  Jesus  shall  bid  me   remove, 
 .\nd  fiird  with  his  power,  go  shouting  away, 
 To  the  arms  of  my  heavenly  love. 
 5  The  spirit  to  glory  convey'd, 
 
 My  body  laid   low  in  the  ground  ; 
 I  wish  not  a  tear  at  my  grave  to  be  shed, 
 But  let  all  join  in  praising  around. 
 C  No  sorrow  be  vented  that  day, 
 
 When  Jesus  hath  called  me  home  ; 
 But,  with  singing  and  shouting,  let  each  brother 
 say,. 
 He 's  gone  from  the  evil  to  come. 
 
 7  If  souls  immaterial  can  loiow. 
 
 And  visit  tJieir  brethren  beneath, 
 I  hope  I  sliall  join  you,  as  shouting  you  go, 
 After  laying  my  corpse  in  the  earth. 
 
 8  Immers'd  in  the  ocean  of  love, 
 
 I  then  like  an  angei  shall   sing, 
 TilKJhrist  shall  descend,  with  a  shout,  from  above^ 
 
 And  make  all  creation  to  ri.i^. 
 ^   Our  slumbering  bodies  obey. 
 
 And  swifter  than  thought  shall  arise ; 
 Renew'd  in  a  moment,  go  shouting  away, 
 
 To  the  mansions  of  love  in  the  skies. 
 
 209. 
 
 Tune — Bunker's  Hill. 
 
 WHY  sliould  vain  mortals  tremble  at  the 
 sight  of 
 Death  and  destruction  in  the  field  of  battle 
 
476  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Where  blood  and  carnage  clothe  the  ground  ia 
 crimson, 
 
 Sounding  with  death  groans. 
 
 2  Death  will  invade  us  by  the  means  appointed 
 And  we  must  all  bow  to  the  king  of  terrors — 
 Nor  am  I  anxious,  if  I  am  prepared, 
 
 What  shape  he  comes  in. 
 
 3  Infinite  goodness  teaches  us  submission, 
 Bids  us  be  quiet  under  all  his  dealings; 
 Never  suspecting,  but  for  ever  praising, 
 
 God  our  Creator. 
 
 4  Well  may  we  praise  him,  all  his  ways  are  perfect 
 Thro'  a  resplendence  infinitely  glowing, 
 Dazzles  in  glory,  on  the  sight  of  mortals, 
 
 Struck  blind  with  lustre  I 
 
 5  Good^is  Jehovah  in  bestowing  sunshine, 
 Nor  less  his  goodness  in  the  storm  of  thunder ; 
 Mercies  and  judgments  both  proceed  from  kind 
 
 ness. 
 
 Infinite  kindness. 
 G  O  then  exult  that  God  for  ever  reigneth ; 
 Clouds,  which  around  him,  hinder  our  per^^ep 
 
 tion. 
 Bind  us  the  stronger  to  exalt  his  name,  and 
 Shout  louder  praises. 
 7  Then  to  the  wisdom  of  our  Lord  and  Master 
 I  will  commit  all  tiiat  I  have  or  wish  for ; 
 Sweetly  as  babes  sleep  will  I  give  my  life  up 
 When  call'd  to  yield  it. 
 
 210. 
 
 YE  children  of  Jesus,  who  are  bound  for  thfe 
 kingdom. 
 Come,  tune  all  your  voices,  and  help  me  to 
 sing 
 Loud  anthems  ofpraises  to  my  blessed  Jesus  , 
 For  he  is  my  Prophet,  my  Priest,  and  my  Kin^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  477 
 
 When  Jesus  first  found  nic,  to  licll  I  was  g"oing^. 
 His  love  did  surround  me,  and  sav'd  me  from 
 
 ruin  ; 
 He  kindly  embraced  me,  and  from  sin  he  saved 
 
 me. 
 And  taught  me  aloud  his  sweet  praises  to  sing^. 
 
 2  Why  should  you  go  mourning  from  such  a  Phy- 
 
 sician, 
 Who  's  able  and  willing  your  sickness  to  cure? 
 Come  to  him  believing,  though  bad  's  your  con- 
 dition. 
 His  Father  has  promis'd  your  case  to  insure. 
 My  soul  he  has  heaJ'd,  my  heart  it  rejoices ; 
 He  has  brought  me  to  Zion,  to  join  the  glad 
 
 voices  ; 
 I'll  serve  him,  and  praise  him,  and  always  adore 
 him. 
 Till  we  meet  in  glory,  where   parting's   no 
 more. 
 
 3  My  heart 's  now  in  heaven,  to  Jesus  ascended ; 
 
 I'm  bound  to  press  forward  to  the  mark,  for 
 
 the  prize, 
 And  when  my  temptations  and  trials  are  ended, 
 On  the  wings  of  bright  seraphs  my  soul  it 
 
 shall  rise. 
 
 0  Christians,  I'm  happy  in  this  contemplation, 
 My  soul  it  drinks  in  the  sweet  streams  of  sal- 
 vation ; 
 
 1  long  to  be  flying,  that  I  may  be  vying 
 With  all  the  bright  angels  that  shout  in  the 
 
 skies. 
 
 4  Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  fair  Canaan 's  be- 
 
 fore you; 
 V'e'll  scale  the  bright  mountains,  till  shout- 
 ing free  grace ; 
 Od  Jerusalem's  bright  border  we'll  sing  halle- 
 lujah, 
 ■  nd  sit  in  the  smiles  of  sweet  Jesus'o 
 
$78  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 No  sorrow,  no  sighing",  no  weeping,  no  mouriring' 
 To  those  who  have  entered,  there  is  no  return 
 
 ing; 
 But  feasting,  and  drinking,  and  shouting,  and 
 
 singing, 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  brought  this  free  grace. 
 
 5  My  soul's   full   of  glory,  I'll   not  stay  much 
 
 longer  ; 
 Bright  angels  in  heaven  now  call  me  away  ; 
 My  spirit  in  Jesus  grows  stronger  and  stronger, 
 My  soul  now  exults  for  to  see  the  glad  day. 
 O  Christians  !  O  Christians  !  O,  would  you  not 
 
 rather 
 Be  shouting  in  glory  with  your  elder  brother. 
 Where  clouds  and  temptations,  sins,  pains  and 
 vexations 
 Are  all  lost  for  ever,  in  perfect  bright  day  ? 
 
 6  This  moment  the  angels  are  hovering  around  U9, 
 
 And  joining  witli  mortals  to  praise  our  sweet 
 king ;  ^ 
 And  waiting  for  Jesus  to  bless  and  to  crown  us, 
 
 And  make  all  the  arches  ki  heaven  to  ring. 
 There,  with  our  dear  father,  we'll  meet  one  an- 
 other, 
 The  wife  and  the  husband,  the  sister  and  brother, 
 In  the  fathomless  ocean  of  love's  sweet  emotion, 
 Salvation  through  Jesus  for  ever  we'll  sing. 
 
 211. 
 
 YE  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for  glory^ 
 Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  hell, 
 New  Canaan's  bright  borders  ar-e  now  just  be- 
 fore  you. 
 Though    Jordan's   profud   billows   its    banks 
 ovorrwell. 
 Ten  thousand  have  cross'd  it  and  are  now  in 
 
 glory 
 Are  shouting  and  telling  the  triumphant  story 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  479 
 
 I  *.*  or  v^t*^  dear  Saviour  will  take  us  all  over, 
 
 ^  .    ^-ksj  UmI  of  sweet  Canaan  for  e\XT  to  dwell. 
 
 2  T^»^  kJih^es  r\y  heart  joyful,  and  fills  me  with 
 
 TV  -"^vUiT'ur^  and  toiling  will  one  day  be  o'er; 
 
 To  thee,  O  n\)  Jesus,  I'll  then  tell  my  story, 
 
 Where  sin,  jAiin  and  sorrow  can  reach  me  no 
 
 more. 
 
 Be  bold  and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the  devil, 
 
 Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  manner  of 
 
 evil  ; 
 Although  Satan  rages,  yet  Jesus  engages 
 To  bring  us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  bright 
 shore. 
 \  Like  ships  on  the   ocean,  we're  tost  by  com- 
 motion ; 
 Yet  Christ  is  our  pilot,  he  is  a  sure  guide  ; 
 If  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love,  O  sweet  oceasi  I 
 Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus'  side, 
 Tho'    Satan's    wild    whirlwinds,    like    deluges 
 
 roaring, 
 And  floods  of  temptation,  like  hail,  are  down 
 
 pouring  ; 
 Tho'  devils    should  haunt    you,    yet  let  them 
 not  daunt  you, 
 For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 
 4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  raising  ; 
 Had  I  an  angel's  pinions,  aw^ay  I  would  go, 
 And    see    that   bright   City^    and   hear  angels 
 praising. 
 And  there  the  sweet  beauties  of  Jesus  would 
 know. 
 To   the    great  Triune  God,    that   shines  thro* 
 
 all  heaven. 
 All  glory  from  saints  and  from  angels  be  given  ; 
 My  heart's  all  on  fire  ;  my  Jesus  draws  nigher, 
 His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  thro'  me  doth  flow. 
 
480  SHRITUAL  SOIVGS. 
 
 5  His  love   so    constrains   me,   this  world  cant 
 contain  me ; 
 My  soul's  like  a  bottle  that's  full  of  new  wine ; 
 *Tis  grace  that    supports    me,  and  grace  that 
 upholds  me, 
 While  beams  from  sweet  heaven  all  around 
 me  do  shine  ; 
 Bright  angels  attend  me  wherever  I'm  going ; 
 Sweet  Jesus  beholds  me  whatever  I'm  doing ; 
 A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 
 That  beggars  are  raised  to  a  life  so  divine* 
 
 212. 
 
 YE  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 
 Unto  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise; 
 Who're  join'd  in  uniform,  while  love  increase* 
 
 Resolv'd  this  way  to  spend  your  days; 
 Although  oppos'd  by  the  world  and  Satan, 
 
 The  flesh,  and  such  as  know  not  God, 
 Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons 
 We  often  find  on  Canaan's  road. 
 
 2  While  we've  been  waiting  on  lovely  Jesus, 
 
 We've  felt  some  streams  come  from  abovt^ 
 Our  hearts  have  burn'd  with  holy  rapture. 
 
 And  long'd  to  be  with  Christ  above. 
 Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  he  has  given. 
 
 And  trust  to  him  for  what 's  to  come  ; 
 Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven  , 
 
 So,  farewell  brethren,  we're  going  home* 
 
 3  But  as  we  go,  let 's  praise  our  Jesus, 
 
 And  pray  for  them  that  spurn  his  grace 
 Lest  they  should  lose  the  richest  treasure, 
 
 And  ne'er  enjoy  God's  smiling  face. 
 Now  here  's  my  heart  and  my  best  wishes, 
 
 In  token  of  my  Christian  love. 
 In  hope  with  you  to  praise  our  Jesus; 
 
 So,  farewell  brethren,  let 's  meet  above^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  481 
 
 213. 
 
 YE  sons  of  the  main,  ye  who  sail  o'er  the  flood, 
 Whose     sins,    big     as    mountains,    have 
 reach'd  up  to  God  ; 
 Remember  your  voyage  of  life  soon  will  end ; 
 Now  come,    brother  sailors,  make  Jesus  your 
 friend. 
 
 2  Look  astern  on  your  life,  see  your  'wake  mark'd 
 
 with  sin  ; 
 Look    ahead,    see  what    torments    you'll  soon 
 
 founder  in ; 
 The  hard  rocks  of  death    soon  will    beat  cot 
 
 your  keel, 
 Then  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to  hell. 
 
 3  Lay  by  your  old  compass,  'twill  do  you  no  good. 
 It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to  God ; 
 Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't  fall 
 
 asleep, 
 
 Watch  and  pray,  night  and  day,  lest  you  sink 
 in  the  deep. 
 
 Spring  your  luff,  brother   sailor,  the  breeze  is 
 now  fair, 
 
 Turn  your  sails  to  the  wind,    and    these    tor- 
 ments you'll  clear  ; 
 
 Your  leading  star,  Jesus,  keep  full  in  your  view. 
 
 You'll  weather  all    dangers,    he'll    bring    you 
 safe  through. 
 15  Renounce  your  old  captain,  the  devil,  straight- 
 way. 
 
 The  creed  you  now  sail  with  will  lead  you  astray; 
 
 Desert  their  black  colours,  come  under  the  red, 
 
 Where  Jesus  is  captain ;  to  conquest  he'll  lead. 
 6  His  standard  unfurl'd,  see  it  wave  thro'  the  air, 
 
 And  volunteers  coming  from  far  off  and  near  ; 
 
 Now's  the  time,  brother  sailor,  no  longer  delay  ; 
 
 Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wages  he'll  pay. 
 V 
 
4S2  SPIRITL'AL  SOi\GS. 
 
 7  The  bounty  he'll  pay  when   the  voyage    doth 
 
 beg-in ; 
 He'll    forgive    your    transgressions,    save    and 
 
 cleanse  you  from  sin  ; 
 Good  usage  he'll  give  while  you  sail  on  the  way, 
 And  shortly  you'll  anchor  in  heaven's  broad  bay. 
 
 8  In  the  harbour  of  glory  for  ever  you'll  ride, 
 Free  from  quicksands,  and  dangers,  and  sin's 
 
 rapid  tide  ; 
 Waves  of  death  cease  to  roll,  and  the  tempest 
 
 be  o'er, 
 Tiie  hoarse  breath  of  Boreas  dismast  you  no 
 
 more. 
 
 9  Tiie  tarpaulin  jacket  no  longer  you'll  wear. 
 But  ropes  dipp'd    in    heaven,  all  white,    clean 
 
 and  fair  ; 
 A  crowm  on  your  head  that  would  dazzle  the  sriiv 
 And  from  glory  to  glory  for  ever  you'll  run. 
 
 ^14. 
 
 YE  saints  of  God,  come  hear  me  tell 
 The  v\-onders  of  Imraanuel; 
 How  lie  doth  send  his  truth  abroad, 
 To  bring  lost  sinners  home  to  God. 
 He  sends  his  truth  with  power  divine, 
 And  searches  out  the  inmost  mind ; 
 Exposes  sin  most  plain  to  view, 
 And  tells  the  sinner  wliat  to  do  ; 
 Namely,  repent  and  turn  to  God, 
 And  thereby  shun  his  vengeful  rod 
 2  I  was  much  plagued  with  outward  sin. 
 But  more  with  that  which  dwelt  within, 
 Wliich  oft-times  barr'd  my  Saviour  out, 
 And  kept  me  in  distress  and  doubt ; 
 But  now  my  sins  are  driven  away, 
 By  brilliancy  of  Gospel  day, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  483 
 
 Which  shines  so  clear,  I  must  believe 
 That  I  do  in  mv  Saviour  live 
 A  lilc  of  love,  a  heaven  bclon- ; 
 I've  not  a  doubt,   I  feel  it  so. 
 
 3  How  grateful,  tlien,  oug-ht  I  to  prove, 
 For  the  sweet  tokens  of  his  love, 
 
 Wliich  cheer  my  heart  and  make  me  whole. 
 And  stamp  his  image  on  my  soul  I 
 A  debtor  great,  I  sure  shrJl  be, 
 To  him  whose  jx)wer  hath  saved  me. 
 A  heaven  of  love  he  hath  bestow'd, 
 Which  stays  my  mind  on  him,  my  God ; 
 And  what  doth  much  increase  my  store, 
 When  I  ask  him,  he  gives  me  more. 
 
 4  Come,  brethren  dear,  whose  joys  abound 
 By  hearing  precious  Gospel  sound, 
 Cheer  up  your  hearts,  and  strong  believe 
 In  Christ,  wlio  ever,  ever  lives. 
 Although  your  race  is  not  quite  run. 
 You  feel  your  heaven  is  now  begun. 
 Then  let  us  raise  a  holy  song". 
 
 And  praise  him  as  we  go  along" 
 To  joys  above,  where  wc  shall  be 
 Happy  to  all  eternity. 
 
 215, 
 
 YE  travellers  to  Paradise,   that  happv,  bliss- 
 ful state. 
 Whose  name,  and  ways,  and  spirit,  a  wicked 
 
 world  doth  hate ; 
 Your  highway  lies    before    you,    and    upward 
 
 doth  ascend. 
 And  leads  you  on  to  glory,  to  see  your  dearest 
 friend  ; 
 a  A    friend    that 's    nearer    to    you    than    any 
 brother  here, 
 Your  Lord  ind  only  Saviour    your  great  Re- 
 deem  ?  dear 
 
484  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Who  once  a  human  body  upon  himself  did  take^ 
 Poor  sinners  heirs  of  glory  eternally  to  make  ; 
 
 3  Who    suffer'd,    bled,    and    groan'd    and    died 
 
 upon  the  Roman  cross, 
 
 To  make  atonement  for  our  sins,  and  to  re- 
 trieve the  lost. 
 
 lie  gain'd  our  pardon,  when  he  died,  and  sc 
 remov'd  the  curse. 
 
 And  then  ascended  up  on  high,  to  intercede 
 for  us. 
 
 4  Exalted  then  at  God's  right   hand,  the  loving 
 
 Lamb  doth  sit, 
 And    shows    his  wounded  body,  his  head,  his 
 
 hands   and  feet ; 
 He  pleads  his  matchless  merit,  before  his  Fa^ 
 
 ther's  throne. 
 And    sends    us    down    a    Spirit,  and  holds  ua 
 
 out  a  crown. 
 
 5  Come,    brethren,    look    upon    tliat  crown,  an^ 
 
 see  how  bright  it  shines, 
 Exceeding  far  in  lustre  Diana's  silver  shrines ; 
 lis  value  is    immensely  great,  surpassing  hu 
 
 man  thought. 
 So  rich  a  crown  was    never    yet    for    gold  or 
 
 silver  bought. 
 
 6  A  crown  of  joy  and    endless  life,  the  specie^ 
 
 gift  of  God, 
 To  which  we  have  a  title,  thro'  faith  ir  Jesus* 
 
 blood  ; 
 And    your  title    still    shall  hold ;    you  still  by 
 
 faith  may  view ; 
 The  Lamb  was    slain,    but  lives  agf .in,  to  in 
 
 tercede  for  you. 
 T  Do  not  grow  faint  and  weary,  as  many  a  on^ 
 
 hath  done  ; 
 But  finish. w^ell   your   journey,    as    you    hava 
 
 now  begun, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  485 
 
 You're  on  a  state  of  trial,  and  that  will  shortly 
 
 end, 
 And  you'll  ascend  to  ^lory,  to  see  your  deafest 
 
 friend. 
 8  Xot  transiently  to  visit,    and    then    from    him 
 
 remove ; 
 But  dwell  for    ever  near  liim,    and   ever  taste 
 
 his  love. 
 There  sin  shall    cease  to   trouble,  temptations 
 
 all  are  o'er  ; 
 O  brethren,  keep  a  closer  Vv'alk,  and  love  your 
 
 Jesus  more. 
 
 210 
 
 YOUNG  people  all,  attention  give. 
 And  hear  v.-hat    I  do  say  ; 
 I  want  your  souls  with  Christ  to  live. 
 
 In  everlasting^  day. 
 Remember  you  are  hastening  on, 
 
 To  death's  dark,  gloomy  shade  ; 
 Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 
 
 Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 
 >  Death's  iron  s^ate  you  must  pass  through. 
 
 Ere  long,  niy  dear  young  friends  ; 
 Where  then  do  you  expect  to  go  ; 
 
 Where  will  your  souls  then  land  ? 
 Pray  meditate,  before  too  kte. 
 
 While  in  a  Gospel  land  ; 
 Behold,  King  Jesus  at  the  gate- 
 Most  lovingly  doth  stand  I 
 3  Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face 
 
 From  such  a  glorious  Friend  ? 
 Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous  race? 
 
 O,  don't  you  fear  the  end  ? 
 Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous    road 
 
 Tliat  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 
 
486  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Will  you  refuse  all  peace  with  God, 
 Witii  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 
 
 4  Young-  ladies,  too,  what  will  you  do, 
 
 If  out  of  Christ  3^0 u  die  ? 
 From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 
 
 To  weep,  lament  and  cry ; 
 Where  none  the  least  relief  can  bring-, 
 
 To  mitigate  your  pain, 
 And  you  no  more  with  Christians  sing, 
 
 Nor  ever  with  them  reign. 
 
 5  Come  young,  come  old,  I  pray,  then  view 
 
 The  fountain  open'd  wide. 
 The  spring  of  life,  open  for  you, 
 
 That  fiows  from  Jesus'  side. 
 There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 
 
 And  reign  vritli  Christ,  our  king ; 
 For  his  glad  notes  our  souls  employ, 
 
 Loud  Hallelujahs  sing. 
 
 217. 
 
 YOUNG  peo'ple  all,  attention  give. 
 While  I  address  you  in  God's  name  , 
 You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 
 
 Come  hear  tlie  counsel  of  a  friend. 
 I  sought  for  bliss  and  glittering  toys. 
 
 And  rang'd  th'  alluring  fields   of  vice ; 
 But  never  found  substantial  joys. 
 
 Until  I  found  my  Saviour's  voice. 
 He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
 
 And  took  my  load  of  guilt  away ; 
 He  gave  me  happiness  and  heaven. 
 
 And  turn'd  my  darkness  into  day. 
 And  now,  with  trembling  saints  I  view 
 
 Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet, 
 And  death  eternal  waits  for  you. 
 
 Who  slight  the  force  of  Gospel  truth. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  487 
 
 3  Youth,  like  llic  spriiif^,  will  soon  be  g"onc, 
 
 B}'  fleeting-  time  and  conqucrinor  death  ; 
 Your  morning-  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
 
 And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 
 Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 
 
 IMust  wither,  like  the  blasted  rose  ; 
 The  coiHn,  eartli  and  winding-sheets 
 
 Will  soon  yoiu:  active  limbs  inclose. 
 
 4  Ye  heedless  ones,  that  widely  rove, 
 
 The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed. 
 Where  darkness  reigns,  and  vapours  move, 
 
 In  solemn  silence,  round  your  head. 
 Yo\u  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 
 
 And  with  a  sigh  marcli  slowly  on, 
 Still  gazing  at  the  sprigs  of  grass, 
 
 Which  shall  your  bodies  be  o'ergrown. 
 
 5  But  Oh  I  the  soul,  where  vengeance  reigns, 
 
 It  sinks,  with  groans  and  bitter  cries  ; 
 It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames, 
 
 In  deep  distress  and  agonies  ; 
 Now  swallow'd   up  in  darkest  night. 
 
 Where  devils  howl  and  thunders  roar, 
 Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  and  guilt, 
 
 Where  thousand  thousand  years  roil  o'er, 
 G  O,  fellow  youth,  this  is  the  state 
 
 Of  all  who  Christ  tJie  Lord  refuse ; 
 And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late 
 
 The  way  of  hfe  in  Christ  to  choose. 
 Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  dov.*n, 
 
 No  longer  fight  against  your  God  ; 
 But  with  my  mission  now  comply. 
 
 And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 
 
 To  young  People. 
 
 YOUNG  people  all,  in  blooming  days, 
 Hear  what  your  Lord  and  Saviour  says? 
 
'  f 
 
 483  SPIRITUAL  SOXGa 
 
 'Now  is  tiie  time  to  seek  my  face, 
 '  And  to  receive  my  Gospel  grace.' 
 
 2  In  Gospel  banner  now  he  stands, 
 With  peace  and  pardon  in  his  hands 
 Offering  to  siimers  in  their  prime, 
 Come,  now  is  the  accepted  time. 
 
 3  '  Come,  you  that  mourn,  lament  and  weep, 
 '  Wi]o  long  to  be  among   my  sheep ; 
 
 *  'Tis  my  delight  to  set  you  free 
 
 '  From  sin,  and  death,  and  misery. 
 
 4  '  Poor  broken  hearts,  why  do  you  mourn 
 '  Like  to  some  lonesome  dove  forlorn  I 
 
 '  I  am  your  Saviour,  come,  rejoice, 
 
 *  I  bare  your  sins  upon  the  cross.' 
 
 5  Forsake  tliis  world  and  all  its  fame, 
 Take  up  the  cross,  despise  the  shame , 
 And  now  pursue  the  living  way, 
 That  leads  to  everlasting  day. 
 
A  FORM  OF  MATRIMONY.  4S9 
 
 A  FORM  OF  MATRIMONY. 
 
 Dearly  Beloved  ; 
 
 We  arc  g^athercd  together  in  the  presence 
 of  Almig-hty  God,  and  before  tliese  witnesses,  to 
 solemnize  the  rites  of  matrimony  between  A.  B. 
 and  C.  D.  If  any  person  or  persons  can  show  any 
 just  cause  or  lawful  reason  why  they  may  not  be 
 lawfully  united  in  matrimony,  let  them  now  make 
 it  known,  or  for  ever  after  hold  their  peace. 
 
 Please  to  join  right  hands. 
 
 [The  hriflegroom  shall  then,  icith  his  right  hand, 
 take  the  bride  by  her  right  hand.] 
 
 Do  you.  Sir,  take  this  woman,  whom  you  hold 
 by  the  hand,  to  be  your  lav»^ful  and  married  wife, 
 and  do  you  solemnly  promise  and  covenant,  in  the 
 presence  of  Almighty  God  and  these  vritnesses, 
 tjiat  you  will  be  unto  her  a  loving  and  faitlifui 
 husband,  until  you  shall  be  separated  by  death  ? 
 
 [T7ie  man  shall  answer,  I  do.] 
 
 Do  you.  Madam,  take  this  man,  vrhom  you  hold 
 by  thxC  hand,  to  be  your  lawful  and  married  hus- 
 band, and  do  you  solemnly  promise  and  covenant, 
 in  the  presence  of  Almighty  God  and  these  wit- 
 nesses, that  you  will  be  unto  him  a  loving,  faithful 
 and  obedient  wife,  until  you  shall  be  separated  by 
 death  ? 
 
 [The  woman  shall  answer,  I  do.] 
 
 I  pronounce  this  couple  lawfully  united  as  hus- 
 band and  wife.  '  What  God  hath  joined  together 
 let  no  man  put  asunder.'  I\Iay  the  blessing  of  the 
 Lord  God  rest  upon  their  lot  for  ever. 
 
 [Close  with  prayer.] 
 
 V2 
 
(  490  ) 
 
 THE 
 
 BELIEVER'S 
 TO-DAY  AND   TO-MORROW. 
 
 A  POEM. 
 
 nnO-DAY  the  Saint  with  time  has  things  to  do; 
 -*-    To-morrow,  joyful,  bids  them  all  adieu; 
 To-day  he  darkly  sees  as  through  a  glass; 
 To-morrow  views  his  Jesus  face  to  face ; 
 To-day  corrected  by  a  chast'ning  rod; 
 'J'o-morrow  solaced  by  the  smiles  of  God. 
 
 2  U'o  day  lie's  burden'd  with  the  weijrht  of  sin  ; 
 To-morrow  purified  from  every  stain. 
 To-day  he 's  watchinw,  fighting,  full  of  fears; 
 'J'o-iiiorrow  palms  of  victory  he  bears; 
 "i'o-day  he 's  persecuted,  jeer'd  and  scorn'd ; 
 To-morrow  with  a  glorious  crown  adorn'd. 
 
 3  To-day  he  feels  his  wants  exceeding  great; 
 To-morrow  he  enjoys  a  large  es:tate  ; 
 To-day  a  suppliant  at  the  mercy-seat; 
 To-morrow  casts  liis  cross  at  Jesus'  feet  ; 
 To-day  he  sighs,  he  mourns,  he  looks,  he  longs ; 
 To-morrow  all  his  sighs  are  turn'd  to  songs. 
 
 4  To-day  he's  rack'd  with  pain  and  sore  distress; 
 To-morrow  triumphs  in  eternal  bliss; 
 
 'J'o-day  to  sow  in  tears  is  his  employ; 
 To-morrow  bears  his  sheaves  of  heavenly  joy  ; 
 To-day  he  lives  by  faith,  and  leans  on  hope; 
 To-morrow  in  fruition  swallow'd  up. 
 
 5  To-day  with  saints  on  earth  he  dwells  in  lov« ; 
 To-morrow  joins  the  glorious  host  above; 
 To-day  in  feeble  strains  he  tunes  a  song; 
 To-morrow  sings  with  an  immortal  tongue; 
 To-day  be  gets  a  taste  of  peace  and  love; 
 To-morrow  drinks  full  draughts  of  bliss  above, 
 
 6  ^o-rtay  liis  sweetest  frames  may  from  him  fly; 
 To-morrow  fill'd  with  joys  that  never  die  ; 
 To-day  in  God's  commands  he  loves^  to  run; 
 To-morrow  hears  the  plaudit  of  'Well  doHe  P 
 To-tlayhe's  on  the  road  to  happiness; 
 To-morrow  he'll  eternally  possess. 
 
(491  ) 
 
 THE 
 
 SIXXER'S 
 TO-DAY  AXD   T0-3I0RR0W, 
 
 A  POE-M. 
 
 r^C'-DAY  ihe  sinner's  state  is  much  admir'd; 
 -*-  To-morrow  finds  his  wretched  soul  required; 
 To-day  seeks  what  to  eat  and  drink  and  wear; 
 L'o-morrow  phing'd  ia  ruiu  and  despair. 
 To-day  puts  oil  repenting  for  his  sin  ; 
 To-morrow  finds  no  time  to  do  it  in; 
 To-day  thinks  how  to  pass  the  time  away; 
 ro-morrow  needs  that  time  to  mourn  and  pray 
 To-day  he  would  be  counted  rich  and  great; 
 To-morrow  feels  his  miserable  state: 
 To-day  he  hopes  he  never  will  be  lost : 
 To-morrow  all  his  hopes  give  up  the  ghost. 
 
 4  Fo-day  his  conscience  sleeps  and  is  secure  : 
 To-mornuv  shocks  him  wiih  its  dreadtul  roar; 
 To-day  his  sins  are  lovely  in  his  sight: 
 To-morrow  they  his  wretched  soul  affright. 
 
 £  To-day  he  ne\^r  thinks  of  what's  to  come  ; 
 
 To  mtrrow  finds  his  sad,  eternal  home; 
 
 To-day  his  worldly  trea-ure  has  his  heart ; 
 
 To-morrow  must  with  that  and  heaven  part. 
 U  To-day  ho  fain  would  be  accountetl  wise ; 
 
 To-morrow  is  a  fool  to  his  surprise  :    "" 
 
 To-day  the  jovial  crew  is  his  delisht , 
 
 To-morrow  ghastly  finds  his  soul  aiiright. 
 7  To-day  o'er  flowing  cups  his  healtlts  are  sung; 
 
 To-morrow  wants  a  drop  to  cool  liis  tonsue; 
 
 To-day  he  slishts  God's  law  and  gospel-call ; 
 
 To-morrow  has  to  answer  for  it  al!. 
 
 5  To-day  the  great  salvation  ho  rejects: 
 To-morrow  perishes  ihroush  his  nejlects ; 
 To-day  he  slights  the  children  of  the  King; 
 To-morrow  sees  them  shine,  and  hears  them  sing 
 
 9  To-day  he  proudly  glories   in  his  shame; 
 To-morrow  is  -tormented  by  the  same ; 
 To-day  takes  pleasure   in   the  wav  to  hell; 
 To-morrow  there  eternally  must  dwell. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Adax,  our  filthier  and  oar  head 21 
 
 Afflictions,  tliouiih  they  seem  severe -, 23o 
 
 A  form  of  words,  though  e'er  so  sound 68 
 
 Ah,  lovely  appearance  of  death 236 
 
 Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 30 
 
 All  you  that  profess  to  be  going  to  glory 237 
 
 Almighty  love  inspire :. .' 240 
 
 Amazing  grace  !  i  h  >\v  sweet  the  sound) 00 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 241 
 
 And  am  I  born  to  die 153 
 
 And  did  the  holy  and  the  just 135 
 
 And  is  thy  lovely  shadow  tied 242 
 
 And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 242 
 
 And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 98 
 
 And  must  this  body  die  103 
 
 And  will  the  Judge  desc-^nd  2-27 
 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away 37 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  arise 243 
 
 Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise 22 
 
 As  near  "to  Calvary  I  pass 32 
 
 As  on  th ?  cross  the  Saviour  hung   244 
 
 Assist  thy  servant,  Lord 7 SS 
 
 Astonishd  and  distressd HI 
 
 Awake,  awake  the  sacred    2G 
 
 Awaked  t>\-  Sinai's  awful  sound 24.5 
 
 Awake,  my  h?art ;  aris.°.  my  tongue G7 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 6 
 
 Awake,  njy  soul,  in  joyf.il  lays 102 
 
 Awake,  n»y  soul,  to  meet  the  day 6 
 
 Awake,  ye  sleepin?  souls,  awake   2-2o 
 
 Away,  my  doubts  ;'bogone,  my  fears 246 
 
 Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 247 
 
 Backsliders,  who  your  miseries  feel 24a 
 
 Backsliding  souls,  return  to  God 101 
 
 Backward  with  humble  shame 23 
 
 Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 213 
 
 Begone,  unb.^licf,  my  Saviour  is 249 
 
 Behold  the  love,  the  grace  of  God 2.5fl 
 
 Behold  the  sin-atoni. 12  «.amb   2oI 
 
 Behold  with  awfui  Don)p 226 
 
494  IXDEX. 
 
 Believers  own  they  are  but  blind "^1 
 
 Beside  the  gospel  pool l^*) 
 
 Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning 3ti 
 
 Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear ^ 
 
 Blest  be  the  Father  and  his  love 10 
 
 Blest  be  the  tie  that  bi  nds 1^2 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 0,5.3 
 
 Brethren,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell 253 
 
 Brethren,  we  have  met  a?aiu 2.54 
 
 Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 2oa 
 
 Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense 2od 
 
 Broad  i:»  the  road  that  leads  to  death 181 
 
 Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night   70 
 
 Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  ar.d  bring ^ . .  237 
 
 By  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meai Ia9 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King 2.")S 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 34 
 
 Como,  all  harmonious  touL'ues    <)2 
 
 Come,  all  ye  mourning  souls 2t  o 
 
 Come,  all  ye  people,  of  every  nation 2i53 
 
 Come,  all  ye  saints  and  sinners 25S 
 
 Come,  all  ye  weary  pilgrims 2i;0 
 
 Come,  all  ye'  weary  travellers li'o 
 
 Come,  all  you  who  ever  have  n;ercy 2G2 
 
 Come  and  taste  along  with  me 2i)6 
 
 Come  away  to  the  skies 2o7 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my 2^3 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  one 2(39 
 
 Come,  children  of  heaven,  and  help  us 271 
 
 Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless 58 
 
 Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend 90 
 
 Come,  friends  and  relations,  let 's  join 273 
 
 Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove ](K) 
 
 Come,  guilty  souls,  and  tiee  away 144 
 
 Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 180 
 
 Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 148 
 
 Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  8-2 
 
 Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 149 
 
 Come  in,  ye  blessed  of  our  God ,  118 
 
 Come,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind IGG 
 
 Come,  lot  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 168 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  with  sweet 53 
 
 Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  hi^h 140 
 
 Come,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice 274 
 
 Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 275 
 
 Come,  my  dear  friends,  and  mourn  276 
 
 Come,  ray  soul,  and  let  us  try 277 
 
INDEX  495 
 
 romc  now.  my  dear  brethren,  an:'  help     2-0 
 
 Coiiie  now,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid 2---2 
 
 Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress ^3 
 
 Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 284 
 
 Come,  soldiers  of  Jesus,  awake  from   ii^li 
 
 Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing VJO 
 
 Come,  tune,  ye  saints,  your 40 
 
 Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 104 
 
 Come,  ye  Christians,  sins  the  praises 2r7 
 
 Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 283 
 
 Come,  .ve  that  fear  the  Lord 109 
 
 Come,  ye  that  know  and  f^^ar  the  Lord   J84 
 
 Come,  ye  that  know  the  Ixjrd  indeed 2^i0 
 
 Conslrain'd  by  love,  we  come  120 
 
 Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 201 
 
 Day  of  Judjimcnt.  day  of  ponders 2^2 
 
 Dearest  Saviour,  help  thy  servant c5 
 
 Dear  friends  farewell,  I  go  to  dwell 2v?3 
 
 Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terror 204 
 
 Dea-.h  !    tis  a  melancholy  day 225 
 
 Decei  v'd  by  subtle  snares  of  hell    22 
 
 Deserters,  to  the  camp  return IGl 
 
 Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 84 
 
 Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord 91 
 
 Disrobd  of  all  his  heavenly  dress 73 
 
 Do  not  I  love  thee.  O  my  Lord 152 
 
 Dost  thou  my  profit  seek 184 
 
 Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word 1-2.5 
 
 Dov.  n  by  the  water-sias  we  meet 127 
 
 Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song II 
 
 Droopi fig  souls,  do  longei"  grieve T 29G 
 
 Early,  ray  God,  without  delay 202 
 
 Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too 297 
 
 Election  I  'tis  a  word  divine 56 
 
 Ericompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress 208 
 
 Encouragd  by  thy  word 209 
 
 Enlisted  in  the  cause  of  sin 301 
 
 Eternal  God,  Almighty  cause 13 
 
 Eternal  God.  now  smile  on  those 76 
 
 Eternal  power,  whose  high  abode 18 
 
 Eternity  is  just  at  hand  106 
 
 Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  friends 216 
 
 Farewell,  loving  Christians,  the  time  is 302 
 
 Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 304 
 
 Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home 30o 
 
496  INDEX. 
 
 Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone £0 
 
 Form  of  matrimony 4g9 
 
 From  all  that 's  mortal,  ail  that 's   30§ 
 
 From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 167 
 
 From  tiie  regions  of  love,  io !  -an  angel 307 
 
 From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 11)8 
 
 Gaze  on,  spectators,  and  behold 125 
 
 Gird  thy  loins  up.  Christian  soldier  . . .-. 207 
 
 Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 308 
 
 Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 11 
 
 God  of  my  salvation,  hear. 310 
 
 God  of  the  morning,  at  whose 8 
 
 God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 179 
 
 Go,  missionaries,  and  proclaiui 63 
 
 Go,  read  the  third  of  Matthew 123 
 
 Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptise 122 
 
 Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound    57 
 
 Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear 311 
 
 Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 79 
 
 Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways .53 
 
 Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear 122 
 
 Hail  !  Father,  hail !  Eternal  Son  93 
 
 Hail !  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 311 
 
 Hail '  the  blest  morn,  when  the  great 312 
 
 Hail !  the  day  that  saw  him  rise 199 
 
 Hail !  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 313 
 
 Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred 114 
 
 Flark  !  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound  3J4 
 
 Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 219 
 
 Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 310 
 
 Hark !  listen  to  the  trumpeters 317 
 
 Hark !  Jo,  we  hear  the  turtle  dove 3J8 
 
 Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 319 
 
 Hark !  the  gospel  trumpet 's  sounding .320 
 
 Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing 25 
 
 Hark  !  the  jubilee  is  sounding 321 
 
 Hark  !  the  melodious,  heavenly 27 
 
 He  comes,  he  comes,  the  judge  severe 322 
 
 He  comes,  he  comes  to  judge  the  world 231 
 
 He  dies!  the  friend  of  sinners,  dies « .  323 
 
 He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 41 
 
 Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God 157 
 
 Here,  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet 132 
 
 High  on  a  throne  my  Lord  doth  sit 68 
 
 Hosanna  to  Jesus  !  I'm  fill'd  with 324 
 
 Hosanna  to  Jesus  1  my  soul,  rise 32w 
 
 I 
 
INDEX.  497 
 
 How  charming  is  the  place 116 
 
 How  condescending,  and  how  kind 131 
 
 How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 213 
 
 How  firm,  how  blissful  is  the  place 115 
 
 How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King 327 
 
 How  great,  how  terrible  that  God 228 
 
 How  happy  are  th-iy  327 
 
 How  happy,  how  loving,  how  joyful  I  feel  329 
 
 How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state 107 
 
 How  happy 's  every  child  of  grace  330 
 
 How  happy 's  every  child  of  grace  332 
 
 How  lost  was  my  condition 334 
 
 How  oft  have  sin  and  ^atan  strove 87 
 
 How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 116 
 
 How  precious  is  the  book  divine 333 
 
 How  sad  and  awful  is  my  state 112 
 
 How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 143 
 
 How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 4G 
 
 Hov,-  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 335 
 
 How  vain  are  the  pleasures  of  time 33i5 
 
 How  various,  and  how  new 338 
 
 How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious 15 
 
 Humble  souls,  who  seek  salvation 121 
 
 Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor &3 
 
 I  AH  a  stranger  here  below , 212 
 
 I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 10^1 
 
 I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 3;W 
 
 111  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 203 
 
 111  sing  my  Saviour's  grace 340 
 
 I  long  to  see  the  season  come 147 
 
 I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord 210 
 
 I'm  on  my  way  to  Zion 342 
 
 I'm  tir'd  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms 343 
 
 In  age  and  feebleness  extreme Ic5 
 
 In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 345 
 
 In  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  . .'. 345 
 
 In  evil  long  I  took  delight IGO 
 
 Infinite  excellence  is  thine 43 
 
 Infinite  grace!  and  can  it  be 54 
 
 Infinite  grief!  amazing  woe 31 
 
 In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands 120 
 
 Inquiring  souls,  who  lona  to  find 182 
 
 In  the  house  of  King  David  a  fountain 34tj 
 
 In  thine  own  ways.  O  God  of  love 217 
 
 In  vain  men  talk'of  livins  faith 163 
 
 In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 14G 
 
 I  send  tke  joys  of  earth  away 15^3 
 
498  L\DEX. 
 
 I  thirst,  bLTt  not  as  once  I  did 347 
 
 It  is  a  glorious  mystery  .  ? 348 
 
 I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price j ....    47 
 
 I've  listed  in  the  holy  war 349 
 
 I  walkd  abroad  one  morning  fair 350 
 
 I  want  a  heart  to  pray 103 
 
 I  would,  but  cannot,  sing 103 
 
 Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 351 
 
 Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 50 
 
 Jesus,  at  thy  command 352 
 
 Jesus  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds 69 
 
 Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup  353 
 
 Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 53 
 
 Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing 354 
 
 Jesus,  I  love  thy  cliarmiug  name ^S 
 
 Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name 87 
 
 Jesus  !n viies  his  saints  137 
 
 Jesus  i.<5  gone  above  the  skies ]38 
 
 Jesus,  Igi  thy  pitying  eye 355 
 
 Jesus,  mighty  King  in  Zion 119 
 
 Jesus,  my  al',  to  heaven  is  gone 356 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delicht .5-2 
 
 Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  176 
 
 Jesus'  precious  name  excels 35G 
 
 Jesus,  the  iieavenly  lover,  jjave 357 
 
 Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 358 
 
 Jesus,  thou  great  exalted  Kin^ .    73 
 
 Jesus,  thv  blood  and  righteousness 06 
 
 Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above 355 
 
 Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 185 
 
 IjET  al!  our  tongues  be  one 133 
 
 Let  everv  mortal  ear  attend 145 
 
 Let  God ,'  the  Father,  and  the  Son 95 
 
 Let  mo  dwell  on  Golgotha 359 
 
 Let  sinners  have  th?ir  course 186 
 
 Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  song 170 
 
 Let  thy  kiirgdom,  blessed  Saviour 360 
 
 Let  us  ask  th'  important  question 361 
 
 Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 81 
 
 Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 362 
 
 Lo !  he  Cometh,  countless  trumpets 204 
 
 Look  up,  ve  saints,  direct  your  eyes 20 
 
 Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold  i:^ 
 
 Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 92 
 
 Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt 59 
 
 Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  83 
 
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INDEX  499 
 
 Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  savinir  grace 190 
 
 Lord,  what  a  thou^litless  wretch  was  1 204 
 
 Lord,  w  liat  a  wretched  land  is  this  188 
 
 Lord,  when  iny  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 153 
 
 Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high 37 
 
 Lord,  when  together  liere  we  meet 363 
 
 Lord,  where  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad 65 
 
 Love  divine !  how  sweet  the  sound 84 
 
 Love  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  bloAvs 177 
 
 Lukewarm  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger 364 
 
 jMany  woes  had  Christ  endured 365 
 
 Mixtures  of  joy  and  sorrow  I  daily 366 
 
 Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 24 
 
 My  days,  my  weeks,  my  mouths,  my  years 368 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 27 
 
 ]\Iy  God,  how  endless'is  thy  love 9 
 
 My  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways 97 
 
 My  God,  my  h -ant  with  love  intlame 370 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love  172 
 
 My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 173 
 
 My  God.  thy  spring  of  all  my  joys 170 
 
 My  Goii  v.as  with  me  all  the  night 5 
 
 !My  ffraci»>us  Redeemer  I  love 371 
 
 My  h3ad  and  stay  is  calld  away 372 
 
 My  Lord,  my  Saviour  died   373 
 
 My  loving  fellow-travellers,  who  are 374 
 
 My  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires 89 
 
 My  sorrows  like  a  ilood  . ." 99 
 
 >iy  soul,  come  meditat-^'  tlie  day 222 
 
 •My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 376 
 
 My  soul,  now  arise,  my  passions 377 
 
 My  soul 's  full  of  glory,  inspiring 373 
 
 XoT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 156 
 
 Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 3^ 
 
 Now,  brethren,  ere  we  part 95 
 
 Now,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 10 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 156 
 
 Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  . - 140 
 
 Now  let  our  souls  oa  wings  sublime 179 
 
 Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains : 40 
 
 Now,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart 77 
 
 Now  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone 10 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 2(X) 
 
 Now  to  this  place  Tm  eonie  to  day 124 
 
 Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear 381 
 
 Now,  while  the  gospe!  net  is  cast 76 
 
500  INDEX. 
 
 O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 381 
 
 Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 175 
 
 Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring 50 
 
 O,  for  a  tlioiisand  tongues  to  sing 353 
 
 O,  give  mo,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 382 
 
 O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 383 
 
 O  happy  time,  long  waited  for 384 
 
 Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  105 
 
 Oh  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day lij'2 
 
 O  how  I  have  lonu'd  for  thee 38;1 
 
 O  !  how  shall  I  myself  assure 110 
 
 Oh  !  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe 215 
 
 O  Jesus !  my  Saviour,  I  know  tJiou  art 3H<i 
 
 O  Jesus,  mv  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit 3B7 
 
 O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  God  and  King    388 
 
 O,  may  I  worthy  prove,  to  see 389 
 
 O  my  God  1  and  liast  thou  sent 86 
 
 Once  in  this  world  I  wanderd  forth 30J 
 
 Once  more,  before  we  part 91 
 
 Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 7 
 
 Once  more  we  come  before  our  God 77 
 
 One  spark,  O  God,  of  heavenly  fire 39'2 
 
 On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  393 
 
 On  wings  of  faith,  mount  up,  my 304 
 
 O  sinners,  fly  to  Jesus'  arms 145 
 
 O,  tell  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  395 
 
 O,  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend  305 
 
 O,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 106 
 
 O,  thou  God  of  my  salvation 398 
 
 O  thou  great  source  of  light  and  love C5 
 
 O,  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul 399 
 
 Our  Father,  God,  adore 95 
 
 Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 39 
 
 Our  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord,  let  us  bless 401 
 
 Our  spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb 142 
 
 O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 2U8 
 
 O  ye  immortal  throng 102 
 
 Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 171 
 
 Poor  sinners,  little  do  they  think 154 
 
 Poor,  weak  and  worthless  though  I  am 46 
 
 Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 95 
 
 Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey - .    61 
 
 Precious  Bible  !  what  a  treasure •  403 
 
 Proud  Babylon  yet  waits  her  doom -   .    63 
 
 Quite  weary,  near  to  faint 404 
 
INDEX.  501 
 
 F  *.T?E  your  triumphant  sonars 187 
 
 Kejoicc,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is 405 
 
 Religion  is  the  chief  concern 101 
 
 Renurnber  now,  my  children  dear 407 
 
 Remember,  sinful  youth,  you  must 408 
 
 Renew'd  by  «rrace.  we  love  the  word 409 
 
 Rcpv»ntance  is  a  gift  bestow'd 16*2 
 
 Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 175 
 
 Rei>eiit.  ye  sons  of  men,  repent 409 
 
 Rise,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground 14 
 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 410 
 
 S,s.lem's  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name 411 
 
 Salvation  !  O  melodious  sound 412 
 
 Salvalion  !  O  the  joyfal  sound 210 
 
 Salvation  I  what  a  glorious  plan 413 
 
 Savd  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell 414 
 
 Save  me,  O  God  !  the  swelling  floods 205 
 
 Baviojr.  I  do  feel  thy  merit. ." 415 
 
 Saviour  of  men.  and  Lord  of  love 9? 
 
 Savio jr,  visit  thy  plantation 4K5 
 
 Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  417 
 
 See  the  fountain  opend  wide 418 
 
 Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely 55 
 
 Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 419 
 
 Show  pity.  Lord !  O  Lord,  forgive 150 
 
 7i:iner,  art  thou  still  secure  .^ 420 
 
 Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call.  .^ 421 
 
 Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts 423 
 
 Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word 144 
 
 Sinner,  that  shimbrest  on  the  brink 229 
 
 So  fair  a  face  bedew'd  with  tears 135 
 
 let  our  lips  and  lives  express  94 
 
 Sovereign  grace  has  p^wer  alone 424 
 
 Stay,  thou  insulted  spirit,  stay 151 
 
 Still,  out  of  the  deepest  abyss 424 
 
 Sloop  down,  ray  thoughts,  that  us"d  to  rise 218 
 
 Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 425 
 
 Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life  426 
 
 Strange  that  so  much  of  heaven 112 
 
 Blretchd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies 29 
 
 Sweet  riv'ors  of  redeeming  love 427 
 
 Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 429 
 
 Sweet  was  tne  time  when  first  I  felt 104 
 
 Teach  roe  the  measure  of  my  days 186 
 
 Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive. 94 
 
 That  awful  day  will  surely  come 23B 
 
602  INDEX 
 
 That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh 439 
 
 The  day  is  past  and  gone 9 
 
 The  devil  can  self-denial  use 1G4 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 2-21 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  word 83 
 
 The  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading 431 
 
 The  glorious  Son  of  God 129 
 
 The  Gospels  joyful  sound 433 
 
 The  great  Redeemer  we  adore 113 
 
 The  great  tremendous  day 's  approaching 434 
 
 The  heavens  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord 73 
 
 The  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  con)e CO 
 
 The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads 13(J 
 
 The  Lord  into  his  garden  's  come 43f 
 
 The  Lord  is  the  f)untain  of  goodness 43i 
 
 The  Lord,  theJudge,  before  his  throne 23; 
 
 The  Lord  who  rules  the  world's  affairs 7;: 
 
 The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 9ti 
 
 The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace 42  I 
 
 The  mighty  God  will  not  despise  148  ' 
 
 The  name  of  Christ,  how  sweet  it  sounds 21 ! 
 
 The  reason  we  love  friendship,  we  will 4:TJ 
 
 There  is  a  fountain  filTd  with  blood 43 
 
 There  is  a  heaven,  above  the  skies 441    : 
 
 There  is  a  holy  city,  a  happy  world  above 442 
 
 There  is  a  Kiiid  of  pleasure 444 
 
 There's  no  such  thing  as  perfect  bliss 440 
 
 The  Son  of  Man  thi-y  did  b(;tray 447 
 
 nie  souls  that  would  to* Jesus  press 174 
 
 The  time  is  swiftly  rolling  on 449 
 
 The  tree  of  life  my  soul  hath 450 
 
 The  veil  of  night  is  now  withdrawn 5 
 
 The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape 451 
 
 The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 49 
 
 The  wondrous  love  of  Jesus,  from  sin 45^ 
 
 This  is  a  world  of  trouble  and  grief 45i 
 
 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
 
 This  life 's  a  dream,  an  empty  show 
 
 This  morning  let  my  praise  arise 
 
 This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 
 
 Thou  art,  O  God !  a  spirit  pure 1^ 
 
 Thou  God  of  glorious  maj^'ity 45 
 
 Thou  sacred  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 75 
 
 Thou,  for  sinners  once  wast  slain 85 
 
 Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  })lung'd  113 
 
 Thy  church  have  met,  O  God,  to  hear 117 
 
 Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my 450 
 
 Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be. . .  • -.    17 
 
IXDEX.  503 
 
 Tl'.v  promise.  Lord,  and  thy  command 81 
 
 Thy  \vork3  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 199 
 
 'Tis  a  p«iint  I  long  lo  know 107 
 
 *'Tis  fiiii>h'dl'  so  the  Saviour  cried 34 
 
 'Tis  tini»:h'd,  'tis  done!  the  spirit  is  tied 436 
 
 'Tis  lite  to  know  the  dying  Lamb 457 
 
 'Tis  my  happiness  belovyi 437 
 
 To  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  every  tongue 44 
 
 To-day  the  saint  with  time  things 490 
 
 To-day  the  sinner's  state  is  much  admir'd 491 
 
 To  distant  lands  thv  gospel  stiid 64 
 
 To  Go  1  the  Father,  Go<l  the  Son 90 
 
 To  Him  that  chose  us  tirst 57 
 
 To  him,  who  on  the  fatal  tree 33 
 
 To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 137 
 
 To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Sw 96 
 
 Transporting  news,  the  Saviojir's  come  4^3 
 
 'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 130 
 
 'p,  hasted  to  Calvary '. 33 
 
 Upward  1  lit't  mine  eyes 191 
 
 Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu  460 
 
 Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 2*23 
 
 Vain  man.  to  boast  forbear 16-1 
 
 Vital  spark  of  heavenly  dame 21 1 
 
 U'ake  up,  my  muse,  condole  the  loss 461 
 
 ^Vandering  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians 402 
 
 W-  7\ve  a  garden,  wall'd  around 114 
 
 Wtdcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 59 
 
 W.-Jcome.  ye  well-belov'd  of  God 76 
 
 Whate'er  to  thee,  our  Lord,  belongs 127 
 
 What  is  our  God.  and  what  his  name 16 
 
 Wliat  lovely  band  is  this  I  see 1^ 
 
 ^Vl^at  poor,  despised  companv 463 
 
 What  think  ye  of  Christ  1  is"the  test 464 
 
 What  various  hindrances  we  meet 62 
 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this.  O  my  soul 465 
 
 Vv'hen  all  thy  mercies.  O  my  God 12 
 
 When  any  turn  from  Zion's  ways 176 
 
 When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 220 
 
 When  convicts  first  begin  to  sing 183 
 
 When  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 18 
 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 209 
 
 Wh  ?n  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross i:^ 
 
 When  I  was  young,  of  tender  years 467 
 
 When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clav 72 
 
504  INDEX. 
 
 When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 46R 
 
 When  languor  and  disease  invade 470 
 
 When  on  tho  cross,  my  Lord,  I  see 165 
 
 When  shall  thy  lovely  face  be  seen 229 
 
 When  Thou,  my  righteous  judge,  shalt  come 2J5 
 
 When  my  Saviour,  my  Shepherd,  is  near  470 
 
 When  the  fierce  north  wind 472 
 
 While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings 473 
 
 While  here  on  earth  Im  caird 474 
 
 While  shepherds  vvaich'd  their  flocks  by  night 20J 
 
 While  sorrowg  encompass  me  round 474 
 
 Who  can  desciibe  the  joys  that  rise 85 
 
 Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 221 
 
 Why  should  vain  mortals  tremble 475 
 
 Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die. 192 
 
 With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 74 
 
 With  melting  heart,  and  weeping  eyes 108 
 
 With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 113 
 
 Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 74 
 
 Ye  bold,  blaspheming  souls 224 
 
 Ye  children  of  Jesus,  who  are  bound 476 
 
 Ye  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming 478 
 
 Ye  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus 48€ 
 
 Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  35 
 
 Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears 5J 
 
 Ye  saints  of  God,  come  hear  me  tell 48:. 
 
 Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record •    20 
 
 Ye  sons  of  the  main,  ye  who  sail 481 
 
 Ye  that  pass  by.  behold  the  ma  n 28 
 
 Ye  travellers  to  Paradise,  that  happy 483 
 
 Yonder,  amazing  sight !  I  see 29 
 
 Young  people  all,  attention  give 485 
 
 V^oung  people  all,  attention  give 436 
 
 Young  people  all,  in  blooming  days .  4Wt 
 
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