FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY see 2273 22. -~zPf H Y M N S FOR USE IN TH3 CHAPEL OF MARLBOROUGH COLLEGE. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/useinchaOOmarl /t/ ^^TOFPH/]^ H Y M %S JUL 3 1933 * wise**; FOR USE IN THE CHAPEL OF MARLBOROUGH COLLEGE. PRIVATELY PRINTED. LONDON : PRINTED BY R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, BREAD STREET HILL. J878. PREFACE. The present Edition differs from the last chiefly by way of rearrangement and extension. Sixty-six hymns have been withdrawn, and eighty-eight new ones inserted. A few Introits have been printed at the end. The Editors tender their best thanks to the Proprietors of "Hymns Ancient and Modern," and to the many Authors and Publishers who have kindly allowed the use of copyright hymns. If any such have been inadvertently inserted without permission, the Editors ask forgiveness. Their thanks are specially due to Messrs. Longmans, who. in consideration of the ex- ceptional circumstances under which this vi PREFACE volume is printed, have generously relaxed their usual restriction on the number of hymns which they allow to be taken from Miss Winkworth's "Lyra Germanica." Marlborough, July, 1878. HYMNS HYMNS. 1 L. M. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake oft dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Thy precious time mis-spent redeem ; Each present day thy last esteem ; Improve thy talent with due care ; For the great day thyself prepare. Wake and lift up thyself, my heart ; And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the Eternal King. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake. I may of endless life partake ! Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew : Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, * All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bishop Ken, 1 700. B MORNING. v^!?£ L. M. NEW every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day. Hover around us while we pray : New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us daily nearer God. Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. John Kebh\ 1S27. MORNING. D. C. M. YE that have spent the silent night In sleep and quiet rest, And joy to see the cheerful light That riseth in the East ; Now lift your hearts, your voices raise, Your morning tribute bring, And pay a grateful song of praise To heaven's Almighty King. And as this gloomy night did last But for a little space ; As heavenly day, now night is past, Doth show his pleasant face : So let us hope, when faith and love Their work on earth have done, God' s blessed face to see above, Heaven's better, brighter Sun. God grant us grace that height to gain, That glorious sight to see, And send us, after worldly pain, A life from trouble free ; Where cheerful day shall ever shine, And sorrow never come : Lord, be a place, a portion mine, In that bright blissful home. George Gascoigne, >J« 1577. B 2 MORNIXG. Six 7>s. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near ; Day-star, in our hearts appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return, Till Thy mercy's beams we see : Till they pour their gladdening light Through the darkness of our night. Visit then these souls of Thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief, Fill us, O Thou light divine, Scatter all our unbelief: More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. Charles Wesley, 1740. MORNING. L. M. LORD God of morning and of night, We thank Thee for Thy gift of light ; As in the dawn the shadows fly, We seem to find Thee now more nigh. Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, Fresh force to do our daily part ; Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. Yet, whilst Thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do ; The sun may stand in zenith skies, But on the soul thick midnight lies. O Lord of lights ! 'tis Thou alone Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own : Though this new day with joy we see, Great dawn of God ! we cry for Thee ! Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; Praise Him through time, till time shall end ; Till psalm and song His name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. Francis T. Palgrave, 1862. MORXIXG. MhT 6 Six 7 ? s. AT Thy feet, O Christ, we lay Thine own gift of this new day : Doubt of what it holds in store Makes us crave Thine aid the more : Lest it prove a time of loss, Mark it, Saviour, with Thy cross. If it flow on calm and bright, Be Thyself our chief delight ; If it bring unknown distress, Good is all that Thou canst bless : Only, while its hours begin, Pray we, keep them clear of sin. We in part our weakness know, And in part discern our foe ; Well for us, before Thine eyes All our danger open lies ; Turn not from us, while we plead Thy compassions and our need. Fain would we Thy word embrace, Live each moment in Thy grace, All ourselves to Thee consign, Fold up all our wills in Thine. Think, and speak, and do, and be Simply that which pleases Thee. Hear us, Lord, and that right soon ; Hear, and grant the choicest boon That Thy love can e'er impart, Loyal singleness of heart ; So shall this and all our days, Christ our GOD, show forth Thy praise. William Bright, \i ~Jk MORNING, L. M, O JESU, Lord of heavenly grace, Thou brightness of Thy Father's face, Thou Fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Shower down Thy radiance from above, And to our inward hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray ! So we the Father's help will claim, And sing the Father's glorious Name ! His powerful succour we implore, That we may stand, to fall no more. May He our actions deign to bless, And loose the bonds of wickedness ; From sudden falls our feet defend, And bring us to a prosperous end ! O Christ ! with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts is borne : Oh, may we ever clearly see Our Saviour and our God in Thee ! John Chandler, 1837, from the Latin of St. Ambrose, *J* 397. MORNING. / rJ 8 d. 7. 6. 7. 6. WHILE yet the morn is breaking I thank my God once more, Beneath whose care awaking I find the night is o'er ; I thank Him that He calls me To life and health anew, I know, whatever befalls me, His care will still be true. Guardian of Israel, hear me, Watch o'er me through the day, In all I do be near me : For others too I pray, To Thee I would commend them, Our church, our youth, our land, Direct them and defend them When dangers are at hand. O gently grant Thy blessing, That we may do Thy will, No more Thy ways transgressing, Our proper task fulfil ; Thy Spirit put within us, And let His gifts of grace To all good actions win us, That best may show His praise. Catherine Winkwortk, 1862, from the Germa?i of J. Miihlmann^ 1618. MORNING. 9 8. 7. 8. 7. 7- 7- NOW the morn new light is pouring, Lord ! may we our spirits raise, Through Thy grace our souls restoring ; — So, on Thy great day of days, We with joy its dawn may meet Fearless at Thy judgment-seat. Jesus ! Thou our steps be guiding By Thy word's celestial light, Now and evermore abiding Our defence, our rock of might ! Nowhere, save alone in Thee, Can we rest from danger free. Lo ! we yield to Thy direction Soul and body, heart and mind ; Keep Thou all by Thy protection, To Thy mighty hand resigned ! Thou our glorious God we own ; Let us, Lord, be Thine alone ! Henry J. Buckoll, 1842, fro7ii the German of Heinrich Albert, 1644. O MORNING. IO 7- 8. 7. 8. 7. 3- COME, thou bright and morning star, Light of light, without beginning. Shine upon us from afar, That we may be kept from sinning ; Drive away by Thy clear light Our dark night. Let Thy grace, like morning dew Falling upon barren places, Comfort, quicken, and renew Our dry souls and dying graces ; Bless Thy flock from Thy rich store, Evermore. May Thy fervent love destroy Our cold works, in us awaking Ardent zeal, and holy joy, At the purple morn's first breaking ; Let us truly rise, ere yet Life has set. Ah ! Thou Day-star from on high, Grant that at Thy next appearing, We who in the grave do lie, May arise, Thy summons hearing ; And rejoice in our new life, Far from strife. Light us to those heavenly spheres, Sun of Grace, in glory shrouded ; Lead us through this vale of tears, To the land where days unclouded, Purest joy, and perfect peace, Never cease. Richard Massie, 1854, from the Gennan of C. K. vo?i Rosenroth, 1684. MORNING. 1 1 11 D. 8. 4. 7. COME, my soul, thou must be waking — Now is breaking O'er the earth another day : Come to Him who made this splendour, See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay. Gladly hail the light returning ; Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers : For the night is safely ended — God hath tended With His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavour, When thine aim is good and true ; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth — He unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within ; Every stain of shame glossed over Can discover, And discern each deed of sin. Fettered to the fleeting hours, All our powers Vain and brief are borne away : Time, my soul, thy ship is steering, Onward veering, To the gulf of death a prey. Mayst thou then on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow, Pass away in slumber sweet ; And, released from death's dark sadness, Rise in gladness, That far brighter Sun to greet. Anon. 1838, from the German of Baron von Canitz, >J« 1699. 1 2 MORNING. 12 L. M. FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue, Thee, only Thee, resolved to know- In all I think, or speak, or do. The task Thy wisdom hath assigned O let me cheerfully fulfil ; In all my works Thy presence find, And prove Thy good and perfect will. Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labour on at Thy command, And offer all my works to Thee. Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray ; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to Thy glorious day, For Thee delightfully employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,- And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with Thee to heaven. Charles Wesley, 1749. MIDDAY. 13 13 L. M. UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And He accepts the punctual hymn, Sung as the light of day grows dim ; Nor will He turn His ear aside From holy offerings at noontide : Then here to Him our souls we raise In songs of gratitude and praise. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God. Look up to heaven ! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run ; He cannot halt or go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord, since his rising in the east If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course. Help with Thy grace, through life's short day. Our upward and our downward way ; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. William Wordsworth, 1834. 1 4 ! 1 V EVENING. H L. M. ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgment-day. O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bishop Ken, 1 700. EVENING. 15 15 L. M. SUN of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near ; O may no earth-born cloud arise, To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor w r andering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin, Let him no more lie down in sin. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. Jolm Keble, 1827 1 6 EVENING. 16 C. M. ALL praise to Him who dwells in bliss, Who made both day and night ; Whose throne is darkness, in th ? abyss Of uncreated light. Each thought and deed His piercing eyes With strictest search survey ; The deepest shades no more disguise Than the full blaze of day. Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings. No evil shall molest, Under the shadow of Thy wings Shall they securely rest. Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep ; Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads, For Thou dost never sleep. Charles Wesley, 1741. EVENING* 1 7 17 7- 8. 7. 7- 7. THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us ; Now we lay us down to rest : Through the silent watches guard us ; Let no foe our peace molest : Jesus, Thou our guardian be ! Sweet it is to trust in Thee. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes, Us and ours preserve from dangers, In Thine arms may we repose ; And when life's sad day is past, Rest with Thee in heaven at last ! Thomas Kelly. 1806. 1 8 EVENING. 18 Six 8's. AS every day Thy mercy spares Will bring its trials and its cares, O Saviour, till my life shall end Be Thou my Counsellor and Friend ; Teach me Thy precepts all divine, And be Thy great example mine. When each day's scenes and labours close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And as each morning sun shall rise, Oh ! lead me onward to the skies. And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labours done, Jesu ! Thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; Then from death's gloom my spirit raise To see Thy face and sing Thy praise. William Shrubsole, 1 8 1 3. EVENING. 19 19 8. 7. 8. 7- SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe if Thou art nigh. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee ; Thou art He, who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. Should this night our spirit leave us, Should swift death our portion be, Lord, in Paradise receive us, Rest we there in peace with Thee. Variea I from James E dines ton, 1820. EVEXIXG. 20 (Psalm LXIII.) l. m. O GOD, Thou art my God alone, Early to Thee my soul shall cry ; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. Thee in the watches of the night When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light ; Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me ; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth compared to Thee ? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give ; My soul shall still in Thee rejoice ; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live. James Montgomery r , 1822. EVENING. 21 21 Six /'s. FATHER ! by Thy love and power Comes again the evening hour ; Light has vanished, labours cease, Weary creatures rest in peace : We to Thee ourselves resign ; Let our latest thoughts be Thine. Saviour ! to Thy Father bear This our feeble evening prayer ; Thou hast seen how oft to-day We like sheep have gone astray : Blessed Saviour, yet through Thee Grant that we may pardoned be. Holy Spirit ! breathing balm, Fall on us in evening's calm ; Yet a while before we sleep, We with Thee will vigil keep : Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort still. Blessed Trinity ! be near Through the hours of darkness drear ; Watch o'er our defenceless head, Keep all evil from our bed ; Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to a song of praise. Joseph A?istice, 1836. 22 EVENING. 22 8. 6. 8. 6. 8. 8. LORD of my life, whose tender care Hath led me on till now, Here lowly at the hour of prayer"^ Before Thy throne I bow ; I bless Thy gracious hand, and pray Forgiveness for another day. Oh may I daily, hourly strive In heavenly grace to grow ; To Thee and to Thy glory live, Dead else to all below ; Tread in the path my Saviour trod, Though thorny, yet the path to God ! With prayer my humble praise I bring For mercies day by day : Lord, teach my heart Thy love to sing, Lord, teach me how to pray ! All that I have, and am, to Thee I offer through Eternity ! Anon. 18^ EVENING. 23 23 L. M. AGAIN, as evening's shadow falls, We gather in these hallowed walls ; And vesper hymn and vesper prayer Rise mingling on the holy air. May struggling hearts that seek release Here find the rest of God's own peace ; And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer. Lay down the burden and the care ! O God our light ! to Thee we bow ; Within all shadows standest Thou ; Give deeper calm than night can bring ; Give sweeter songs than lips can sing. Life's tumult we must meet again, We cannot at the shrine remain ; But in the spirit's secret cell May hymn and prayer for ever dwell. Samuel Longfellow, 1846.. -4 EVENJNG, 24 Four io's. ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; Thou who changest not, abide with me ! 1 need Thy presence every passing hour ; What but Thy grace can foil the tempters power ? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me ! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy vie I triumph still, if Thou abide with me ! Hold then Thy Cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ;. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! Horry F. Lyte> 1847. EVENING, 25 25 Six 8's. SWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go ; Thy word into our minds instil ; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light. The day is gone, its hours have run, And Thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day, &c. Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day, &c. Do more than pardon, give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, - And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like Thee. Through life's long day, &c. Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ! And care is light, for Thou hast cared ; Ah ! never let our works be soiled With strife, or by deceit ensnared. Through life's long day, &c. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call ; O let Thy mercy make us glad : Thou art our Jesus, and our All. Through life's long day, &c. Frederick W. Fade?', 1S49. 26 EVENING. 26 1 . M. O FATHER, who didst all things make, That heaven and earth might do Thy will, Bless us, this eve, for Jesus' sake, And for Thy work preserve us still. O Son, who didst redeem mankind, And set the captive sinner free, Keep us, this eve, with peaceful mind, That we may safe abide with Thee. O Holy Ghost, who by Thy power The Church elect dost sanctify, Seal us, this eve, and, hour by hour, These hearts and members purify. William B. Heathcote> 1 846. EVENING. 27 27 7. 7- 7- 5. HOLY Father, cheer our way With Thy love's perpetual ray ; Grant us every closing day Light at evening time. Holy Saviour, calm our fears When earth's brightness disappears ; Grant us in our latter years Light at evening time. Holy Spirit, be Thou nigh When in mortal pains we lie ; Grant us, as we come to die, Light at evening time. Holy, Blessed Trinity ! Darkness is not dark with Thee ; Those Thou keepest always see Light at evening time. Richard H. Robinson, i86r. EVEXIXG. 28 Four io's. SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear Name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease ; Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the clay : Guard Thou the lips from sin. the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy name. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night ; Turn Thou for us its darkness into light : From harm and danger keep Thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life ; Peace to Thy Church from error and from strife ; Peace to our land, the fruit of truth and love ; Peace in each heart, Thy Spirit from above. Thy peace in sorrow, balm of every pain ; Thy peace in death, the hope to rise again ; In 'that dread hour speak Thou the soul's release, And call it, Lord, to Thine eternal peace. John Ellerton, 1858. EVENING. 29 P. M. STAR of morn and even, Sun of Heaven's heaven, Saviour high and dear, Toward us turn Thine ear ; Through whatever may come, Thou canst lead us home. Though the gloom be grievous, Those we leant on leave us, Though the coward heart Quit its proper part, Though the tempter come, Thou wilt lead us home. Saviour, pure and holy, Lover of the lowly, Sign us with Thy sign, Take our hands in Thine ; Take our hands and come, Lead Thy children home ! Star of morn and even, Shine on us from heaven ; From Thy glory-throne Hear Thy very own ! Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home ! Francis T. Palgrave, 1862. 30 EVENING, 30 L. M. O LIGHT of life, O Saviour dear, Before we sleep bow down Thine ear, Through dark and day, o'er land and sea, We have no other hope but Thee. Oft from Thy royal road we part, Lost in the mazes of the heart : Our lamps put out, our course forgot, We seek for God and find Him not. What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight ! What dawning risen upon the night ! Thou giv'st Thyself to us, and we Find Guide and Path and all in Thee. Through day and darkness, Saviour dear. Abide with us more nearly near ; Till on Thy face we lift our eyes, The Sun of God's own Paradise. Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; Praise Him through time, till time shall end ; • Till psalm and song His name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. ■ Francis T. Palgravc, 1862. EVENING. 3 1 31 8. 8. 8. 4. THE radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store ; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more. Our life is but a fading dawn, Its glorious noon how quickly past ; Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone, Safe home at last. Oh, by Thy soul-inspiring grace Uplift our hearts to realms on high ; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky ; Where light, and love, and joy, and peace In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain ; Where saints are clothed in spotless white, And evening shadows never fall, Where Thou, Eternal Light of light, Art Lord of all ! Godfrey Thring, 1866. EVENING* 32 L. M. AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay ; Oh, in what divers pains they met ! Oh, with what joy they went away ! Once more 'tis eventide, and we, -^ * Oppressed with various ills, draw near ; What if Thy form we cannot see ? We know and feel that Thou art here. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ; For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had ; And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free ; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee ; And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin ; And they, who fain would serve Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within. O Saviour Christ, Thou too art man ; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; . Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide ; Thy touch has still its ancient power ; No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. Henry Twells, 1861. EVENING. 33 33 L. M. NOW at the night's return we raise To Thee, our King, the voice of praise ; And may our prayer, set forth aright, Ascend like incense in Thy sight. Full well we know in whom we trust, Whose hand exalts us from the dust, Whose will assigns each day and hour, Whose grace in weakness perfects power. O'er all that stains our life-time past The veil of Thy forgiveness cast ; Yea, cleanse our spirits through and through, And set us right, and keep us true. Bless Thou the distant and the dear, Let each to each in Thee draw near, Still travelling towards our home above And leaning still on one strong love. To Thee, O Christ, we lift our eyes, On Thee alone our hope relies ; Thou wilt not, canst not, bring to shame The hope that pleads Thy glorious name. William B right , 1874. 34 EVENING. 34 8. 4. 8. 4. 8. 8. 8. 4. GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light, Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night ; May Thine angel-guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night ! Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, And, when we die, May we in Thy mighty keeping All peaceful lie : When the last dread call shall wake us, Do not Thou, our Lord, forsake us, But to reign in glory take us With Thee on high ! First Stanza by Bishop Heber, 1827. Second Stanza fro?n the Latin by Archbishop IV hate ty, 1863. EVENING. 35 35 L. M. BEFORE the ending of the day, Creator of the world ! we pray That with Thy wonted favour Thou Wouldst be our Guard and Keeper now.. Uplift us with Thine arm of might, So may our souls rise pure and bright ; With love divine our hearts inflame, To praise Thee for Thy glorious Name. Within our spirits ever dwell, And worldly darkness thence expel ; The faith of old by saints professed Root deep within our inmost breast. Author of all things, gracious Guide, In life be ever at our side ; And when the assaults of death impend, Thy people strengthen and defend. John M. Neale, \Z^\,Jroiii the Latin oj St. Ambrose, ►£« 397- 36 • EVEN IXC. 36 6. 4. 6. 6. THE sun is sinking fast, The daylight dies ; Let love awake, and pay Her evening sacrifice. As Christ upon the Cross His Head inclined, And to His Father's hands His parting soul resigned ; So now herself my soul Would wholly give Into His sacred charge, In Whom all spirits live ; So now beneath His eye Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast ; Save that His will be done, Whate'er betide ; Dead to herself, and dead In Him to all beside. Thus would I live ; yet now Not I, but He In all His power and love Henceforth alive in me. One sacred Trinity : One Lord divine : May I be ever His, And He for ever mine ! Edward Caswall, i%$%,fro?n a Latm Hymn of the eighteenth century* EVENING 37 37 7. 6. 7. 6. 8. 8, THE day is past and over ; All thanks, O Lord, to Thee. We pray Thee now that sinless The hours of darkness be. O Jesu ! keep us in Thy sight, And guard us through the coming night. The joys of day are over ; We lift our hearts to Thee, And ask that pure and holy The hours of darkness be. O Jesu ! make their darkness light, And guard us through the coming night. The toils of day are over ; We raise our hymn to Thee, And ask that free from peril T^ The hours of darkness be. O Jesu ! keep us in Thy sight, And guard us through the coining night. John M. Neale, 1862, from the Greek of St. Anatolms, >J« 458, 3$ EVEXIXC. 38 L M. THE happy sunshine all is gone, The gloomy night comes swiftly on ; But shine Thou still, O Christ our Light, Nor let us lose ourselves in night. - We thank Thee, Father, that this day Thy angels watched around our way, And free from harm and vexing fear Have led us on in safety here. Lord, have we angered thee to-day, Remember not our sins, we pray, But let Thy mercy o'er them sweep, And give us calm and restful sleep. Thine angels guard our sleeping hours, And keep afar all evil powers ; And Thou all pain and mischief ward From soul and body, faithful Lord ! Catherine Winkworih^ iS$$,from the German of N. Hermann, 1560. EVENING. 39 39 10. 10. IO. 4. THE night is come, wherein at last we rest ; God order this and all things for the best ! Beneath His blessing fearless we may lie, Since He is nigh. Drive evil thoughts and spirits far away, Master, watch o'er us till dawning day, Body and soul alike from harm defend, Thine angel send. Let holy prayers and thoughts our latest be, Let us awake with joy, still close to Thee, In all serve Thee, in every deed and thought Thy praise be sought. Give to the sick, as Thy beloved, sleep, And help the captive, comfort those who weep. Care for the widows' and the orphans' woe, Keep far our foe. For we have none on whom for help to call, Save Thee, O God in heaven, who car'st for all. And wilt forsake them never day or night, Who love Thee right. Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy kingdom come. Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home, Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. Cathei'ine Winkivorth, 1$ 58, from Michael Weis* German translation, 153 1, from the Bohemian Brethre?i ) 1504. 4° evexi.w; 40 7. 7. 6. 7. 7- 8. NOW all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O'er earth with toil opprest : But thou my heart awake thee, To prayer awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. Now thought and labour ceases, For night the tired releases And bids sweet rest begin ; My heart, there comes a morrow Shall set thee free from sorrow And all the dreary toil of sin. My Saviour, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing ; But would the foe alarm me, Oh, let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing ! Catherine Winkworth, 1862,/h?;// the German of Paul Gerhardt. 1653. SUNDAY. 41 41 (Psalm XCII.) l. m SWEET is" the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing, To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night ! Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His Word : Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! Soon shall I see and hear and know All I desired or wished below, And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Isaac Watts, 1719. 42 SUNDAV 42 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. COME, sons of God, awake, To hail this sacred day, And in glad songs of praise Your grateful homage pay ; Come, bless the day that God hath blest, The type of Heaven's eternal rest. Upon this happy morn, The Lord of life arose ; He burst the bands of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now He pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all His love. Then hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with Hosannas rings. And earch, with humbler strains, Thy praise in answer sings : Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign ! Thomas C otter HL 181 2. SUNDAY. A?> 43 S. M. THIS is the day of light : Let there be light to-day ; O Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom away. This is the day of rest : Our failing strength renew ; On weary brain and troubled breast Shed Thou Thy freshening dew. This is the day of peace : Thy peace our spirits fill ; Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease, The waves of strife be still. This is the day of prayer : Let earth to heaven draw near ; Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there, Come down to meet us here. This is the first of days : Send forth Thy quickening Breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O vanquisher of death. John Ellertoi, 1861. 44 SUNDAY. 44 P. M. AS Thou didst rest, O Father, o'er nature's finished birth, As Thou didst in Thy work rejoice, and bless the new-born earth, So give us now that Sabbath-rest, which makes Thy children free, Free for the work of love to man, of thankfulness to Thee. But in Thy worship, Father, oh, lift our souls above, By holy word, by prayer and hymn, by eucharistic love ; Till e'en the dull cold work of earth, the earth which Christ hath trod, Shall be itself a silent prayer, to raise us up to God. So lead us on to heaven, where, in Thy presence blest, The wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest, Where faith is lost in vision, where love hath no alloy, And through eternity there flows the deepening stream of joy. To thee, who giv'st us freedom, our Father and our King ; To Thee, the risen Lord of Life, our ransomed spirits sing ; Thou fill'st the Church in earth and heaven, O Holy Ghost ; to thee In warfare's toil, in victory's rest, eternal glory be. Alfred Barry. SUNDAY: 45 45 Four 7's. MORN of morns, and day of days ! Beauteous were thy new-born rays : Brighter yet from death's dark prison Christ, the Light of lights, is risen. He commanded, and His word Death and the dread chaos heard ; Oh, shall we, more deaf than they, In the chains of darkness stay ? Unto hearts in slumber weak Let the heavenly trumpet speak ; And a newer walk express Their new life to righteousness. Grant us this, and with us be, O Thou Fount of charity, Thou who dost the Spirit give, Bidding the dead letter live. Glory to the Father, Son, And to Thee, O Holy One, By whose quickening breath divine Our dull spirits burn and shine. Isaac Williams, 1843, from the Latin of Charles Coffin, 1755. {Varied by Sir Henry W, Baker, 1861.) 4 r > SUNDAY. 46 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. 8. BLESSED Jesus, at Thy word We are gathered all to hear Thee ; Let our hearts and souls be stirred Now to seek and love and fear Thee ; By Thy teachings sweet and holy Drawn from earth to love Thee solely. All our knowledge, sense, and sight Lie in deepest darkness shrouded, Till Thy Spirit breaks our night With the beams of truth unclouded ; Thou alone to God canst win us, Thou must work all good within us. Glorious Lord, Thyself impart ! Light of light from God proceed! i. Open Thou our ears and heart, Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading ; Hear the cry Thy people raises, Hear, and bless our prayers and praises. Catherine Winkworth, 1858, from the German of T. Clausnitzer, 1671. SUNDAY. 47 47 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. 8. LIGHT of light, enlighten me, Now anew the day is dawning ; Sun of grace, the shadows flee, Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning ; With Thy joyous sunshine blest Happy is my day of rest. Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me, Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me ; Bless Thy word that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying ; Gear the shadows from mine eyes That, from every error flying, No strange fire within me glow That Thine altar doth not know. Let me with my heart to-day, Holy, Holy, Holy, singing, Rapt a while from earth away, All my soul to Thee upspringing, Have a foretaste inly given How they worship Thee in heaven. Catherine Winkworth, 1858, from the German of Benjamin ScJwiolck, 1731. 4-S SUNDAY. 48 ERE another Sabbath's close, Ere again we seek repose, Lord, our song ascends to Thee, At Thy feet we bow the knee. For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to Thee alone be given, Lord of earth and King of heaven. Cold our services have been, Mingled every prayer with sin ; But Thou canst and wilt forgive ; By Thy grace alone we live. Whilst this thorny path we tread, May Thy love our footsteps lead ; When our journey here is past, May we rest with Thee at last. Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above ; While their steps Thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end. Four 7': Anon, 1832. ADVENT. 49 49 Eight S's. THE Lord is come ! On Syrian soil The child of poverty and toil — The Man of Sorrows, born to know Each varying shade of human woe : His joy, His glory to fulfil In earth and heaven His Father s will ; On lonely mount, by festive board, On bitter cross, despised, adored. The Lord is come ! Dull hearts to wake, He speaks, as never man yet spake, The truth which makes His servants free, The royal law of liberty — Though heaven and earth shall pass away, His living words our spirits stay, And from His treasures, new and old, The eternal mysteries unfold. The Lord is come ! With joy behold The gracious signs, declared of old ; The ear that hears, the eye that sees, The sick restored to health and ease ; The poor, that from their low estate Are roused to seek a nobler fate ; The minds with doubt and dread possest, That find in Him their perfect rest. The Lord is come ! In every heart, Where truth and mercy claim a part ; In every land, where right is might And deeds of darkness shun the light ; In every church, where faith and love Lift earthward thoughts to things above ; In every holy, happy home, We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast come. Arthur P. Stanley. E ADVEXT. 50 Six DAY of wrath, dreadful day, When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shrivelling like a parched scroll — Long foretold by saint and sage, David's harp, and Sibyl's page. Day of terror, day of doom, When the Judge at last shall come ; Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the Archangel's trumpet-tone Summon all before the Throne. Then shall nature stand aghast, Death himself be overcast ; Then, at her Creator's call, Near and distant, great and small, Shall the whole creation rise, Waiting for the great assize. Then the writing shall be read, Which shall judge the quick and dead ; Then the Lord of all our race Shall appoint to each his place ; Every wrong shall be set right, Every secret brought to light. Then, in that tremendous day When heaven and earth shall pass away. What shall I, the sinner, say? " What shall be the sinner's stay ? " When the righteous shrinks for fear, How shall my frail soul appear? ADVENT. 51 King of kings, enthroned on high In Thine awful majesty, Thou who of Thy mercy free Savest those who saved shall be, In Thy boundless charity, Fount of Pity, save Thou me ! O remember, Saviour dear, What the cause that brought Thee here ; All Thy long and perilous way Was for me who went astray : When that day at last is come, Call, O call the wanderer home ! Thou in search of me didst sit Weary with the noon-day heat, Thou to save my soul hast borne Cross, and grief, and hate, and scorn : O, may all that toil and pain Not be wholly spent in vain ! Righteous Judge, to whom belongs Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past : Lo ! my sighs, my guilt, my shame ! Spare me, for Thine own great name ! Thou who bad 1 st the sinner cease From her tears, and go in peace ; Thou who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief ; Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, Even to me, the hope of heaven ! Arthur P. Stanley, from the "Dies tree" of Thomas of Cehuw, *J* 1253. E 2 ADYEXT. 5i THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinners stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread. Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ; ! on that day, that wrathful day. When man to judgment wakes from clay. Be Thou, O Christ, the sinners stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Sir Walter Scott, 1805. from the u Dies irce " of Thomas of Celano, A 1253. ADVENT. 53 . 52 8. 7- 8. 7. 4. 7. LO ! He comes with clouds descending. Once for favoured sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train : Hallelujah ! God appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. Now Redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear ! All His saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air. Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear ! Yea, Amen ! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne ; Saviour, take the power and glory, Claim the kingdoms for Thine own. O come quickly ! Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone ! Varied from John Cemiick, 1752, by Charles Wesley, 1758. 54 ADVENT. 53 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. BLOW 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 ransomed sinners, home. Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made ; Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in His blood Throughout the world proclaim : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. The Gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Charles Wesley, 1755. ADVENT. 54 8. 7 .8 7 COME, O Saviour long expected, Born to set Thy people free ; From our guilt and fear protected, We shall find our rest in Thee. Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints Thou art ; Blest desire of every nation, Joy of every Christian heart. Born the chains of sin to sever, Born a child, and yet a king ; Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring ! By Thine own eternal Spirit In our hearts rule Thou alone ; By Thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to Thy glorious throne. Varied from Charles Wesley* 1743. ADVENT. 55 THOU Judge of quick and dead. Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all must soon appear ; Our anxious souls prepare For that tremendous day ; And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray ; — To pray and wait the hour — The awful hour unknown — When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down. O may we all be found Obedient to Thy word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord. O may we thus ensure Our lot among the blest, And watch a moment, to secure An everlasting rest ! Charles Wesley. 1740. ADVENT. 5> 56 C. M. HARK the glad sound ! the Saviour comes. The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne ; And every voice a song. He comes the prisoners to release In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyelids of the blind To pour celestial day. He comes to bind the broken heart, To make the wounded whole, To preach glad tidings to the meek, And bless the humble soul. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace ! Thine advent shall proclaim ; And earth and heaven shall join to sing The glories of Thy Name. P/i Hip Doddridge, 1735. 58 ADVENT. 57 (Psalm LXXII.) l. m. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His Head ; His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. Blessings abound where'er He reigns ; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honours to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen. Isaac Watts. \y 19. ADVEXT. 59 58 (Psalm LXXII.) d. 7. 6. 7. 6. HAIL to the Lord's Anointed. Great David's greater Son ! Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression And rule in equity. Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For Him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. O'er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all-blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove : His Name shall stand for ever, That Name to us is Love. J a ?nes Mo 71 tgo triery, 1822. 6o ADVENT. 59 L. M. O SAVIOUR, is Thy promise fled, Nor longer might Thy grace endure To heal the sick, and raise the dead, And preach Thy Gospel to the poor ? Come, Jesus, come ! return again ; With brighter beam Thy servants bless, Who long to feel Thy perfect reign, And share Thy kingdom's happiness. Come, Jesus, come ! and, as of yore The prophet went to clear Thy way, A harbinger Thy feet before, A dawning to Thy brighter day ; So now may grace with heavenly shower Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap Thy harvest there. Bish op Heber, 1827. ADVENT. 6 1 60 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. 7. THE Lord of might from Sinai's brow- Gave forth His voice of thunder ; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder. Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder ! The Lord of love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger, Upraised to heaven His languid eye, In nature's hour of danger : For us He bore the weight of woe, For us He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father's anger. The Lord of love, the Lord of might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated ; With trumpet-sound and angel-song, And hallelujahs loud and long, O'er death and hell defeated ! Bishop Heber, 1827. 62 AD V EXT. 61 HARK ! a thrilling voice is sounding ; " Christ is nigh," it seems to say ; " Cast away the dreams of darkness, O ye children of the day ! " Wakened by the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise ; Christ, her sun, all ill dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. Lo ! the Lamb, so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heaven ; Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiven ; That, when next He comes with glory, And the world is wrapped in fear, With His mercy He may shield us, And with words of love draw near. Honour, glory, might, and blessing, To the Father and the Son, With the everlasting Spirit, While eternal ages run. Edward Caswall, 1 849, from an Ambrosia?i Hymn, fourth century, (varied by compilers of Hymns A . and M., 1 86 1 . ) ADVENT. f>3 62 , a ^ L. M. ON Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry Announces that the Lord is nigh ; Awake, and hearken, for he brings Glad tidings of the King of kings. Then cleansed be every breast from sin ; Make straight the way of God within : Prepare we in our hearts a home, Where such a mighty Guest may come. For Thou art our salvation, Lord, Our refuge, and our great reward ; Without Thy grace we waste away, Like flowers that wither and decay. To heal the sick stretch out Thine hand, And bid the fallen sinner stand ; Shine forth, and let Thy light restore Earth's own true loveliness once more. All praise, eternal Son, to Thee Whose Advent doth Thy people free, Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost for evermore. John Chandler, 1837, from the Latin of Charles Coffin, 1755, (varied by compilers of Hymns A. and M., 1861.) 64 ADVENT. 63 D. A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come ; And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb. Then, gracious Lord, prepare Our souls for that dread day ; O ! wash us in Thy precious blood, And take our sins away. A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. Then, gracious Lord, prepare Our souls for that bright day ; O ! wash us in Thy precious blood, And take our sins away. A few more Sabaths here Shall cheer us on our way ; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath-day. Then, gracious Lord, prepare Our souls for that sweet day ; O ! wash us in Thy precious blood, And take our sins away. Yet but a little while, And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign * Then, gracious Lord, prepare Our souls for that glad day ; () ! wash us in Thy precious blood, And take our sins away. Horatius Bonar, 1X57. ADVENT. 65 64 L. M. WHEN Christ from heaven came down of old He took our nature poor and low ; He wore no form of angel mould, But shared our weakness and our woe. But when He cometh back once more, Then shall be set the great white throne ; And earth and heaven shall flee before The face of Him who sits thereon. O Son of God ! in glory crowned, The Judge ordained of quick and dead ; O Son of Man ! so pitying found For all the tears Thy people shed. Be with us in that awful hour, And by Thy crown, and by Thy grave, By all Thy love and all Thy power, In that great day of Judgment save ! Cecil F. A lexa?ider, 1858. 66 ADVEXT. 65 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. 7. GREAT God ! what do I see and hear ? The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated ! The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead, which they contained before ! Prepare, my soul, to meet Him ! The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding. No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. But sinners filled with guilty fears, Behold His wrath prevailing ; For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing : The day of grace is past and gone ; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet Him. O Jesu ! friend to fallen man, To me impart Thy merit ; Forgive my sin, wash out its stain, By Thine Almighty Spirit ! The trumpet sounds ; the Judge is near ; But then my soul, devoid of fear, Shall spring with joy to meet Him. First stanza anonymous from the German of Bartholomew Ringwaldt, 1585 ; the rest by William B. Colly er, 181 2. ADVENT. 67 66 (Psalm XXIV.) 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 6. 8. LIFT up your heads, ye mighty gates, Behold the King of Glory waits, The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here ; Life and salvation doth He bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing Praise, O my God, to Thee ! Creator, wise is Thy decree ! The Lord is just, a helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side, His kingly crown is holiness, His sceptre pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings ; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings Praise, O my God, to Thee ! O Saviour, great Thy deeds shall be ! Oh, blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the ruler is confest ! Oh, happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes ! The cloudless sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss ; Praise, O my God, to Thee ! Comforter, for Thy comfort free ! Fling wide the portals of your heart, Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy ; So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin. Praise, O my God, be Thine, For word, and deed, and grace divine ! Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of George Weiszel, 1635. F 2 63 CHRISTMAS. 67 l. ^f. WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. u Fear not," said he ; for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. "To you in David's town this day , Is born of David's line A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : "The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song : " All glory be to God on high, And on the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease." Tate and Brady, 1 703. CHRISTMAS, 69 68 P. M. ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye who sang Creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King ! Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing, Round you shines the heavenly light ; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King ! Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord descending In His temple shall appear ; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. James Montgomery, 1 8 1 9. JO CHRISTMAS. 69 Irregular. O COME, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ; Come and behold Him, Born the King of angels ; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. God of God, Light of Light, Lo, He abhors not the Virgin's womb ; Very God, Begotten not created ; O come, let us adore Him, &c. Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above, Glory to God In the highest; O come, let us adore Him, &c. Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning : Jesus, to Thee be glory given ; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing : O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Ft-ederick O alley , 1841, from a Latin Hymn of fifteenth century. (Varied by compilers of Hymns A. and M., 1861.) CHRISTMAS. 71 Eight 7's- 70 HARK ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; Universal nature say, Christ the Lord is born to-day ! Christ by highest heaven adored ; Christ the Everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb ; Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail, th' Incarnate Deity, Pleased as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here ! Hail ! the heavenly Prince of Peace ! Hail ! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home ! Rise, the woman's conquering seed, Bruise in us the Serpent's head ; Now display Thy saving power, Ruined nature now restore, Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to Thine ! Charles Wesley, 1743. Four 7's. 72 END OF THE YEAR. 71 FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, Constant through another year, Hear our song of thankfulness ; Father, and Redeemer, hear. Lo, our sins on Thee we cast, Thee, our perfect sacrifice ; And, forgetting all the past, Press towards our glorious prize. Dark the future ; let Thy light Guide us, bright and morning Star : Fierce our foes and hard the fight ; Arm us, Saviour, for the war. In our weakness and distress, Rock of strength be Thou our stay ; In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living way. Who of us death's awful road In the coming year shall tread, With Thy rod and staff, O God, Comfort Thou his dying bed. Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own, Help, O help us to endure, Fit us for the promised crown. So within Thy palace-gate We shall praise on golden strings Thee, the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! Henry Downton, 1839. EPIPHANY. 73 V-- 72 II. 10. II. 10. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion Odours of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Bishop Heber, 181 1. Six 7's. 74 BPIPHANY. 73 AS with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright, So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee. As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare, So may we with holy joy, Pure, and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to Thee our heavenly King. Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. In the heavenly country bright Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down ; There for ever may we sing Alleluias to our King. William C, Dix, i860. EPIPHANY. 75 74 8. 7 . 3. 7 . EARTH has many a noble city ; Bethlehem, thou dost all excel : Out of thee the Lord from heaven Came to rule His Israel. Fairer than the sun at morning Was the star that told His birth, To the world its God announcing, Seen in fleshly form on earth. Eastern sages at His cradle Make oblations rich and rare ; See them give, in deep devotion, Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh ? Sacred gifts of mystic meaning : Incense doth their God disclose, Gold the King of kings proclaimeth, Myrrh His sepulchre foreshows. Jesu, whom the Gentiles worshipped At Thy glad Epiphany, Unto Thee, with God the Father And the Spirit, glory be. Edward Caswall, 1 849, from the Latin of Prudentius, ►£« 4 1 3. ( Varied by compilers of Hyinns A . and Af., 1 86 1 . ) 76 EPIPHAXV. 75 D. C. M. O KING of Glory, David's son, Our Sovereign and our Friend, In heaven for ever stands Thy throne, Thy kingdom hath no end : Oh, now to all men, far and near, Lord, make it known, we pray. That, as in heaven, all creatures here May know Thee and obey. The Eastern sages gladly bring Their tribute-gifts to Thee ; They witness that Thou art their King, And humbly bow the knee ; To Thee the morning star doth lead, To Thee the inspired word, We hail Thee, Saviour, in our need, We worship Thee, the Lord. Oh, bid Thy word, the fairest star, Within us clearly shine ; Keep sin and all false doctrine far, Since Thou hast claimed us Thine. Let us Thy name aright confess, And with Thy Christendom Our King and Saviour own and bless Through all this world to come. Catheri7ie Winkworth^ 1858, f?'07ii the German of Behanb, 1606. EPIPHANY. 77 L. M. 76 O CHRIST, our true and only light, Illumine those who sit in night, Let those afar now hear Thy voice, And in Thy fold with us rejoice. Fill with the radiance of Thy grace The souls now lost in error's maze, And all whom in their secret minds Some dark delusion hurts and blinds. And all, who else have strayed from Thee, Oh, gently seek ! Thy healing be To every wounded conscience given, And let them also share Thy heaven. Oh, make the deaf to hear Thy word, And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, Who dare not yet the faith avow, Though secretly they hold it now. Shine on the darkened and the cold, Recal the wanderers from Thy fold, Unite those now who walk apart, Confirm the weak and doubting heart. So they with us may evermore Such grace with wondering thanks adore, And endless praise to Thee be given By all Thy Church in earth and heaven. Catherine Winkzvorth, 1858, from the Ger?nan of J. Heermaim, 1630. 7 8 EPIPHANY. 11 Six 7's. IS thy heart athirst to know- That the King of heaven and earth Deigns to dwell with man below, Yea, hath stooped to mortal birth ? Search the word with ceaseless care, Till thou find this treasure there. With the sages from afar Journey on o'er sea and land, Till thou see the Morning Star O'er thy heart unchanging stand ; Then shalt thou behold His face Full of mercy, truth, and grace. For if Christ be born within, Soon that likeness shall appear Which the heart had lost through sin, God' s own image fair and clear, And the soul serene and bright Mirrors back His heavenly light Jesus, let me seek for nought But that Thou shouldst dwell in me ; Let this only fill my thought, How I may grow liker Thee, Through this earthly care and strife, Through the calm eternal life. Catherine Winkworth, 1858, front the German of Lanrentiiis Laurent i, 1700. SEPTUAGESIMA. 79 78 C. M. THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God, above, below, Within us, and around, Are pages in that book to show How God Himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run ; But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its sun. One name, above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims Echoing angelic songs. The raging fire, the roaring wind, Thy boundless power display ; But in the gentler breeze we find Thy Spirit's viewless way. Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. Thou, Who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee And read Thee everywhere. John Kcble, 181 9. ASH WEDNESDAY. 79 D. C. M. O LORD, turn not Thy face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life With tears and bitter cry ! Thy mercy-gates are open wide To them that mourn their sin : O shut them not against us, Lord, But let us enter in ! We need not to confess our fault, For surely Thou canst tell ; What we have done and what we are, Thou knowest very well ; Wherefore to beg and to entreat With tears we come to thee, As children that have done amiss Fall at their father's knee. And need we then, O Lord, repeat The blessing which we crave, When Thou dost know before we speak The thing that we would have ? Mercy, O Lord, mercy we seek ; This is the total sum ; For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer : Oh, let Thy mercy come ! Variation by Bishop Heber, 1827, from John Mardley, 1562. ASH WEDNESDAY. J> 8a (Psalm LI.) s. M. HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind, Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Wash off my foul offence, And cleanse me from my sin ; For I confess my crime and see How great my guilt hath been. Withdraw not Thou Thy help, Nor cast me from Thy sight ; Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take Its everlasting flight. The joy Thy favour gives Let me again obtain ; And Thy free Spirit's firm support My fainting soul sustain. Tate and Brady, 1 696. $2 ASH WEDNESDAY. 81 JUST as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am (Thy love unknown Has broken even- barrier down), Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come. Charlotte Elliott, 1836. LENT. 83 82 Eight 7's. LORD, Thy death and passion give Strength and comfort at my need, Every hour while here I live On Thy love my soul shall feed. Doth some evil thought up-start ? Lo, Thy cross defends my heart, Shows the peril, and I shrink Back from loitering on the brink. Would the world my steps entice To yon wild and level road, Filled with mirth and pleasant vice ? Lord I think upon the load Thou didst once for me endure, And I fly all thoughts impure ; Thinking on Thy bitter pains, Hushed in prayer my heart remains. Yes, Thy cross hath power to heal All the wounds of sin and strife, Lost in Thee my heart doth feel Sudden warmth and nobler life. In my saddest, darkest grief, Let Thy sweetness bring relief, Thou who earnest but to save, Thou who fearedst not the grave. Lord, in Thee I place my trust, Thou art my defence and tower ; Death Thou treadest in the dust, O'er my soul he hath no power. That I may have part in Thee Help and save and comfort me, Give me of Thy grace and might Resurrection, life, and light. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Heermatm, 1644. G 2 $4 LENT. 83 C. M. O HELP us, Lord ! each hour of need Thy heavenly succour give ; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live ! O help us when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore ; And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh, help us, Lord, the more ! O help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe ; For still, the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. O help us, Jesus, from on high ! We know no help but Thee : O help us so to live and die, As Thine in heaven to be ! Henry H. Milman, 1827. LENT, 85 84 L. M. O THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Try us, and prove our treacherous heart, And bid the power of sin depart. As through this vale of tears we stray, Be Thou our light, be Thou our stay ; Mark out the pilgrim's heavenly road, That leads us to the mount of God. If storms and tempests cloud our way, Our strength porportion to our day ; Nor storms nor tempests need we fear, If Thou, our sun and shield, be near. Guide and uphold us with Thy hand, Till we arrive at Canaan's land ; The land where sin and death shall cease, The land of rest, and joy, and peace. John Wesley, 1743, from the German, 86 LENT. 85 JESU, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past : Safe into the haven guide ! O receive my soul at last ! Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, O leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me ! All my hope on Thee is stayed ; All my help from Thee I bring : Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing ! Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound ; Make and keep me pure within ! Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee : Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity ! Eight 7's. Charles Wesley, 1740. LENT. 87 86 C. M. O THOU from Whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee ; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me. When on my fearful burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, Thy peace impart : In love remember me. When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O let my strength be as my day : Good Lord, remember me. If on my face, for Thy dear name, Shame and reproaches be, All hail reproach, and welcome shame, If Thou remember me. When in the solemn hour of death I wait Thy just decree, " Saviour," with my last parting breath I'll cry, " Remember me." And when before Thy throne I stand, And lift my eyes to Thee, Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, Receive and pardon me. Thomas Haweis. 1792. LENT. 87 Six 8's. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. If vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismayed my spirit dies, Still He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. And O ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still, unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for Thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. Sir Robert Grant, 1 8 1 2. LENT. 7- 7. 7- 5- LORD of mercy and of might, Of mankind the Life and Light, Maker, Teacher, Infinite, Jesus ! hear and save ! Who, when sin's tremendous doom Gave creation to the tomb, Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb, Jesus ! hear and save ! Mighty monarch ! Saviour mild ! Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus ! hear and save ! Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus ! hear and save ! Who shalt yet return from high, Robed in might and majesty, Hear us, help us when we cry ! Jesus ! hear and save ! Bishop Heber, 1 8 1 2 . 9° LENT. 89 Six 7*s. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its hope and fear. Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here ; Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray ; Turn not Thy suppliants, Lord, away ! Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain : Wandering in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ! Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not Thy suppliants, Lord, away ! Bishop Heber, 1827. LENT. 91 90 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. MY faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly Thine ! May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ! As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire ! While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my Guide ! Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll ; Blest Saviour ! then in love Fear and distrust remove ; O bear me safe above, A ransomed soul ! Ray Palmer, 1830. 92 m^ LENT. *£ P. M. JESUS lives ! no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us : Jesus lives ! by this we know Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us. Hallelujah ! Jesus lives ! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal ; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Hallelujah ! Jesus lives ! for us He died ; Then alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Hallelujah ! Jesus lives ! our hearts know well Nought from us His love shall sever Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Hallelujah ! Jesus lives ! to Him the throne Over all the world is given ! May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in heaven, Hallelujah ! Frances E. Cox, 1841, from the German of C. F. Gellert 1757. J 114 EASTER. 1*3 P. M. IN the bonds of death He lay, Who for our offence was slain, But the Lord is risen to-day, Christ hath brought us life again ! Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud with cheerful voice, Hallelujah ! On this day most blest of days, Let us keep high festival, For our God hath showed His grace, And our Sun hath risen on all, And our hearts rejoice to see Sin and night before Him flee. Hallelujah ! To the supper of the Lord Gladly will we come to-day, The word of peace is now restored, The old leaven is put away ; Christ will be our food alone, Faith no life but His doth own. Hallelujah ! Catherine Winkivorth, 1855, from the German of Martin LutJier, 1524. EASTER. \\ I I A '» \ Six 7's. JESUS our Redeemer lives, Christ our trust is dead no more ; In the strength this knowledge gives Shall not all our fears be o'er, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought ? Jesus our Redeemer lives, And His life we once shall see ; Bright the hope this promise gives, Where He is we too shall be. Shall we fear then ? Can the Head Rise, and leave the members dead? Close to Him our souls are bound In the bonds of hope enclasped ; Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, And the Rock hath firmly grasped : And no ban of deatli can part From our Lord the trusting heart. Only see ye that your heart Rise betimes from earthly lust ; Would ye there with Him have part, Here obey your Lord, and trust ; Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Louisa Henrietta, E lee tress of Brandenburgh, 1653. 1 2 EASTER. "5 Four 7's. CHRIST the Lord is risen again ! Christ hath broken every chain ! Hark, the angels shout for joy, Singing evermore on high, Hallelujah ! He, who gave for us His life, Who for us endured the strife, Is our Paschal Lamb to-day ! We too sing for joy and say, Hallelujah ! He, who bore all pain and loss Comfortless upon the cross, Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us and hears our cry : Hallelujah ! He, who slumbered in the grave, Is exalted now to save ; Xow through Christendom it rings That the Lamb is King of kings ! Hallelujah ! Now He bids us tell abroad How the lost may be restored, How the penitent forgiven, How we too may enter heaven. Hallelujah ! Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed, Christ, to-day Thy people feed ; Take our sins and guilt away, Let us sing bv night and da\ . Hallelujah ! Catherine Winkworth, 1858, from Michael Weiss' German translation, 1 53 1 , from the Bohemian Brethren, 1 504. ASCENSION. 11/ 1 1.6 Four 7 J s. HAIL the day that sees Him rise Glorious to His native skies ! Christ, a while to mortals given, Enters now the highest heaven. There the glorious triumph waits ; Lift your heads, eternal gates ! Christ has vanquished death and sin, Take the King of Glory in. Lo, the heaven its Lord receives, Yet He loves the earth He leaves ; Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own. Oh, though parted from our sight, Far above the azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Seeking Thee above the skies. Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the wings of love ; Looking when our Lord shall come, Longing, gasping 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. Charles Wesley, 1 739- IlS ASCENSION. 117 C. M. THE eternal gates lift up their heads, The doors are opened wide ; The King of Glory is gone up Unto His Father's side. Thou art gone in before us, Lord, Thou hast prepared a place, That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon Thy face. And ever on our earthly path A gleam of glory lies ; A light still breaks behind the cloud That veils Thee from our eyes. Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, And let Thy grace be given, That, while we linger yet below, Our treasure be in heaven : That, where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love, may be : Dwell in us now, that we may dwell For evermore in Thee. Cecil F. Alexa)ide?% 1858. A SC ENS ION H9 118 D. S. M. THOU art gone up on high, To mansions in the skies ; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise ; But we are lingering here, With sin and care opprest : Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest. . Thou art gone up on high ; But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony To pass unto Thy crown ; And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be ; But only let that path of tears Lead us at last to Thee. Thou art gone up on high ; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky- Attendant in Thy train. Oh, by Thy saving power, So make us live and die, That we may stand in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high ! Emma Toke, 1851. ASCENSION. 119 Part I. Eight fi. HE is gone— beyond the skies, A cloud receives Him from our eyes ; Gone beyond the highest height Of mortal gaze or angels' flight ; Through the veils of time and space, Passed into the Holiest place ; All the toil, the sorrow done, All the battle fought and won. He is gone — and we return, And our hearts within us burn : Olivet no more shall greet With welcome shout His coming feet ; Never shall we track Him more On Gennesareth's glistening shore ; Never in that look or voice Shall Zion's hill again rejoice. He is gone — and we remain In this world of sin and pain ; In the void which He has left On this earth, of Him bereft ; We have still His work to do, We can still His path pursue ; Seek Him both in friend and foe, In ourselves His image show. He is gone — we heard Him say, " Good that I should go away." Gone is that dear Form and Face, But not gone His present grace ; Though Himself no more we see, Comfortless we cannot be — Xo ! His Spirit still is ours, Quickening, freshening, all our powers. .ASCENSION. 121 119 Part II. Eight 7's. HE is gone — towards their goal World and Church must onward roll ; Far behind we leave the past ; Forwards are our glances cast : Still His words before us range Through the ages, as they change ; Wheresoeer the Truth shall lead, He will give whate'er we need. He is gone — but we once more Shall behold Him as before ; In the Heaven of Heavens the same As on earth He went and came. In the many mansions there Place for us He will prepare : In that world, unseen, unknown, He and we may yet be one. He is gone--- but not in vain ; Wait until He comes again ; He is risen, He is not here, Far above this earthly sphere ; Evermore, in heart and mind, There our peace in Him we find ; To our own Eternal Friend Thitherward let us ascend. Arthur P. Stanley, 1862. ASCEXS/O+V. I 20 7. 6. 7. 6. DRAW us to Thee, Lord Jesus, And we will hasten on ; For strong desire doth seize us To go where Thou art gone. Draw us to Thee : enlighten These hearts to find Thy way, That else the tempests frighten, Or pleasures lure astray. Draw us to Thee ; and teach us E'en now that rest to find, Where sorrow cannot reach us, Nor care weigh down the mind. Draw us to Thee ; nor leave us Till all our path is trod ; Then in Thy arms receive us, And bear us home to God. Catherine Winkworth, 1862, from the Ge?'??ian of Ludamilia Elisabeth. Cotmtess of Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt, 1687. $ or ^ p j ASCENSION. 123 121 Six 7's. HEAVENWARD stretch, my soul, thy wings, Heavenly nature canst thou claim, There is nought of earthly things Worthy to be all thine aim ; Every soul that God inspires Back to Him, its Source, aspires. Heavenward ever would I haste, When Thy table, Lord, is spread ; Heavenly strength on earth I taste, Feeding on the living Bread ; Such is e'en on earth our fare Who Thy marriage feast shall share. Heavenward death shall lead at last To the home where I would be ; All my sorrows overpast, I shall triumph there with Thee, Jesus, who hast gone before, That we too might heavenward soar. Heavenward, heavenward ! Only this Is my watchword on the earth ; For the love of heavenly bliss Counting all things little worth. Heavenward all my being tends, Till in heaven my journey ends. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Benjamin Schmolck, 1731. I 2 4 WHITSUNTIDE. 122 1,. M. COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire. And lighten with celestial fire ; Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love : Enable with perpetual light The dulness of our blinded sight. Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of Thy grace ; Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee of both to be but One : That through the ages all along This may be our endless song, Praise to Thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit ! Bishop Cosiu, 1662, from the " Vent, Creator Spiritus? eleventh century. 1VHITS UN TID E. I 2 5 123 J.. M. COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above ; Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide ; O'er every thought and step preside. The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose Thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. Lead us to holiness — the road That we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ, the living Way, Nor let us from His precepts stray. Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with Him for ever blest ; Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share, Fulness of joy for ever there. Adapted from Simon Browne. 1 720 126 WHITSUNTIDE. 124 L. M. SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love, O shed Thine influence from above ; And still from age to age convey The wonders of this sacred day. In every clime, by every tongue, Be God's surpassing glory sung, Let all the listening earth be taught The acts our great Redeemer wrought. Unfailing Comfort, Heavenly" Guide, Still o'er Thy holy Church preside ; Still let mankind Thy blessings'prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. Anon. 1775. WHI TS UN TIDE. 1 2 J 125 C. M. WHEN God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. So when the Spirit of our God Came down His flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing, mighty wind. It fills the Church of God ; it fills The sinful world around ; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power, Open our ears to hear ; Let us not miss the accepted hour ; Save, Lord, by love or fear. John Keble, 1827. a7. WHITSUNTIDE 126 8. 6. 8. \. OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed With us to dwell. He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each thought, that calms each fear. And speaks of heaven. And every virtue we possess, And every conquest won, And every thought of holiness, Are His alone. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see : Oh, make our hearts Thy dwelling place, And meet for Thee ! Harriet Auber, 1829. WHITS UNT1DE. 1 2Q. 127 L. M. SPIRIT of God, that moved of old Upon the waters' darkened face, Come, when our faithless hearts are cold, And stir them with an inward grace ! Thou, that art Power and Peace combined, All highest Strength, all purest Love, The rushing of the mighty wind, The brooding of the gentle dove, O give us still Thy powerful aid, And urge us on, and keep us Thine ; Nor leave the hearts that once were made Fit temples for Thy grace divine. Nor let us quench Thy sevenfold light : But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Ghost, our Comforter ! Cecil F. Alexander , 1858. !3 r -> WHITSUNTIDE. 128 Three 7's. HOLY GHOST ! my Comforter ! Now from highest heaven appear : Shed Thy gracious radiance here. Come, in Thee our toil is sweet, Shelter from the noonday heat, From whom sorrow flieth fleet ! What without Thy aid is wrought, Skilful deed or wisest thought, God will count but vain and nought. Bend the stubborn will to Thine, Melt the cold with fire divine, Erring hearts aright incline. Grant us, Lord, who cry to Thee, Steadfast in Thy faith to be : Give Thy gifts of charity. May we live in holiness, And in death find happiness, And abide with Thee in bliss ! Catherine Winkworth, 1862, from a German translation of the seventeenth century. WHI TS UNTIDY. I 3 l 129 Eight 8's. COME, Holy Spirit, God and Lord, Be all Thy graces now outpoured On the believer's mind and soul, And touch our hearts with living coal. Thy light this day shone forth so clear, All tongues and nations gathered near, To learn that faith, for which we bring Glad praise to Thee, and loudly sing. Thou strong Defence, Thou holy Light, Teach us to know our God aright, And call him Father from the heart : The word of life and truth impart, That we may love not doctrines strange, Nor e'er to other teachers range, But Jesus for our Master own And put our trust in Him alone. Thou sacred Ardour, Comfort sweet, Help us to wait with ready feet And willing heart at Thy command, Nor trial fright us from Thy band. Lord, make us ready with Thy powers, Strengthen the flesh in weaker hours, That as good warriors we may force Through life and death to Thee our course. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Martin Luther, 1524. K 2 132 TRINITY. 130 P. M. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! j£arly in the morning our song shall rise to Thee ; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy- sea ; Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be ! Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see ; Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee Perfect in power, in love and purity ! Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, and sky, and sea : Holy holy, holy, merciful and mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Bishop Heber, 1827. TRINITY, 133 131 7. 7. 7- 5- THREE in One, and One in Three, Ruler of the earth and sea, Hear us while we lift to Thee Holy chant and psalm. Light of lights ! with morning shine ; Lift on us Thy light divine ; And let charity benign Breathe on us her balm. Light of lights ! when falls the even, Let it close on sins forgiven ; Fold us in the peace of heaven, Shed a holy calm. Three in One, and One in Three, Dimly here we worship Thee ; With the saints hereafter we Hope to bear the palm. Gilbert Rorison, 1 850, based on two Lathi hymns. 1 34 TRINITY. 132 L. M. FATHER of heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy pardoning love extend ! Almighty Son, incarnate Word ! Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy saving grace extend ! Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy quickening power extend ! Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son — Mysterious Godhead, Three in One ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend ! /. Cooper, 1 810. SAINTS' DAYS. 1.35 (Rev. VII. 13—17.) L. M. LO ! round the throne, at God's right hand, The saints in countless myriads stand, Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood. Through tribulation great they came, And bore the Cross, and scorned the shame From all their labours now they rest, In God's eternal glory blest. Hunger and thirst they feel no more, Nor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore : The tear is wiped from every eye, And sorrow yields to endless joy. They see their Saviour face to face, And sing the triumphs of His grace : Him day and night they ceaseless praise, And thus the loud Hosannas raise : u Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain, " Through endless years to live and reign ! " Thou hast redeemed us by Thy blood, " And made us kings and priests to God ! " Alary L. Duncan, ►£• 1 840. 136 SA/.VTS' DAY'S. 134 (Rev. VII. 13—17.) Eight 7's. WHO are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Hymning one triumphant song ? Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Might and wisdom to obtain, New dominion every hour. These through fiery trials trod, These from great affliction came ; Now before the throne of God, Sealed with His eternal name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed ; Them the Lamb beside the throne Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs, Perfect love dispels their fears, And for ever from all eyes God shall wipe away all tears. James Montgomery, 18 19. SAINTS* DA VS. 137 135 3. 7. 8. 7. 7- 7. WHO are these, like stars appearing, These before God's throne who stand ? Each a golden crown is wearing : Who are all this glorious band ? Alleluia ! hark, they sing, Praising loud their Heavenly King. Who are these in dazzling brightness, Clothed in God's own righteousness ; These whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess, Still untouched by time's rude hand ; — Whence came all this glorious band ? These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng : These who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained. These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified : Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. Frances E. Cox, 1841, from the German of H. T. Schenck, ►p 1727. 1 3^ > / SAINTS' DAYS. < 136 C. M. THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain : His blood-red banner streams afar ! Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears His cross below, He follows in His train ! The martyr first whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them who did the wrong : Who follows in his train ? A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross aad flame. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, Through peril, toil and pain : O God to us may grace be given To follow in their train ! Bishop Heber, 1827. 139 137 S. M. O WHAT if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be, When we have borne the cross. Keen was the trial once, Bijtter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. Lord ! may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain, May be our portion here ! Enough, if Thou at last The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Where saints and angels live ! Sir Henry W. Baker, 1852. 140 SAINTS' DA VS. 138 C. M O JESUS, Lord, the Way, the Truth, The Life, the Crown of all Who here on earth confess Thy name, Oh hear us when we call ! We bring to mind with grateful joy, Thy servants, who of old Withstood the snares of earth and hell, And now Thy face behold ; Who sought on earth the joys of prayer, And that communion knew W T hich saints and angels share above With holy men and true. O Lord, Thy Holy Spirit send ! May grace to us be given Like them to live and die in Thee, And with them rise to heaven. ST MATTHEW. HI 139 8. 7. 8. 7. JESUS calls us — o'er the tumult Of our life's tempestuous sea Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, " Christian, follow Me." Jesus calls us — from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, " Christian, love Me more." In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, 'midst cares and pleasures, " Christian, love Me more than these." Jesus calls' us — by Thy mercies, Saviour ! may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thy obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858. 14- 5 r . MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. I40 D. C. M. FATHER, before Thy throne of light The guardian Angels bend, And ever in Thy presence bright, Their psalms adoring blend ; And casting down each golden crown Beside the crystal sea, With voice and lyre, in happy quire, Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee. And as the rainbow lustre falls Athwart their glowing wings, While seraph unto seraph calls, And each Thy goodness sings ; So may we feel, as low we kneel, To pray Thee for Thy grace, That Thou art here for all who fear The brightness of Thy face. Here, where the Angels see us com 2 To worship day by day, Teach us to seek our heavenly home, And love Thee e'en as they ; Teach us to raise our notes of praise, With them Thy love to own, That boyhood's time and manhood's prime Be Thine and Thine alone. Frederick W. Farrar, 1856, S7\ MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. 143 141 L. M. AROUND the throne or God a band Of bright and glorious angels stand ; Sweet harps within their hands they hold, And on their heads are crowns of gold. Some wait around him, ready still To sing His praise and do His will ; And some when He commands them, go To guard His servants here below. Lord, give Thine angels every day Command to guard us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near To do us harm or cause us fear, And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round Thy throne at last. John M. Neah\ 1854. 144 ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. 142 - 8. 7. 8. 7. BRIGHT the vision that delighted Once the sight of Judah's seer ; Sweet the countless tongues united To entrance the prophet's ear. Round the Lord in glory seated, Cherubim and Seraphim Filled His temple, and repeated Each to each the alternate hymn : " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy, Lord." Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angel's cry. u Holy, holy, holy," singing, " Lord of hosts, Lord God most high." With His Seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus unite we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow : " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy, Lord." Bish op Man /, 1832. ALL SAINTS. 1 45 H3 Six 8's. O GOD, with Whom the happy dead Still live, united to their Head, Their Lord and ours alike the same, For all Thy saints to memory dear, Departed in Thy faith and fear, We bless and praise Thy holy name. By the same grace upheld, may we So follow those who followed Thee, That with them we may all partake The free reward of heavenly bliss. O gracious Father, grant us this, For Christ our dear Redeemer's sake ! Josiah Conder, 1837. 146 ALL SAINTS, 144 D. 7. 6. 7. 6. THE Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; She is His new creation By water and the word : From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy bride ; With His own blood He bought her. And for her life He died. Elect from every nation, Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation, One Lord, one faith, one birth, One holy name she blesses, Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses With every grace endued. Mid toil and tribulation And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore ; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in' One, And mystic sweet communion With those whose rest is won ; O happy ones and holy ! Lord, give us grace that we, Like them the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee. Samuel J. Si one, 1868. ALL SAL NTS. 1 47 145 C. M. LET saints on earth in concert sing With those whose work is done, P^or all the servants of our King In earth and heaven are one. One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream. The narrow stream, of death. One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood. And part are crossing now. E'en now to their eternal home There pass some spirits blest ; While others to the margin come, Waiting their call to rest. Jesu ! be Thou our constant guide ; Then, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide. And give us rest in heaven. Varied from Charles Wesley, 175c. L 2 1 43 EMBER DAYS. 146 L. M. O THOU who makest souls to shine With light from lighter worlds above, And droppest glistening dew divine On all who seek a Saviour's love ; Do Thou Thy benediction give On all who teach, on all who learn, That so Thy Church may holier live, And every lamp more brightly burn. Give those who teach pure hearts and wise, Faith, hope, and love, all warmed by prayer ; Themselves first training for the skies, They best will raise their people there. Give those who learn the willing ear, The spirit meek, the guileless mind ; Such gifts will make the lowliest here Far better than a kingdom find. O bless the shepherd ; bless the sheep ; That guide and guided both be one, One in the faithful watch they keep, Until this hurrying life be done. If thus, good Lord, Thy grace be given, In Thee to live, in Thee to die, Before we upward pass to heaven We taste our immortality. Bishop Armstrong, >J« 1856. EMBER DAYS. 1 49 H7 I. M. LORD, pour Thy Spirit from on high, And Thine ordained servants bless ; Graces and gifts to" each supply, And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. Within Thy temple when they stand, To teach the truth as taught by Thee, Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand, Let all Thy Church's pastors be. Wisdom, and zeal, and love impart, Firmness and meekness from above, To bear Thy people in their heart, And love the souls \\4iom Thou dost love. To love, and pray, and never faint, By day and night their guard to keep, . To warn the sinner, form the saint, To feed Thy lambs and tend Thy sheep. So, when their work is finished here, They may in hope their charge resign, So, when their Master shall appear, They may with crowns of glory shine. James Mo?itg07?ierj •, 1825. I 50 CONFIRMA TION. 148 5- 5. 8. & 5- 5- FROM Thy heavenly throne, Son of God, make known Now Thy power, Thy Spirit send us, Strength for this great work to lend us, That we all may be Wholly given to Thee. Thou our hearts prepare, Shed Thy gladness there, That we boldly may confess Thee As our only Lord, and bless Thee Whose most precious blood Flowed to work our good. Draw our hearts above. Fill them with Thy love, So to keep the vows we offer, Scorning all that earth can proffer, Truly day by day Walking in Thy way. And as we draw near For Thy blessing here. May Thy grace in heavenly showers Quicken all our inner powers, And Thy light and peace In our hearts increase. Let Thy Spirit, Lord, • Promised in Thy word, Keep us steadfastly in union With Thy faithful saints' communion, Till in yon blest place We behold Thy face. Catherine Winkworth, 1862, from the German of Marot, nineteenth century CON FIR MA TION. I 5 1 149 Six 8's. LORD, shall Thy children come to Thee ? A boon of love divine we seek : Brought to Thine arms in infancy, Ere heart could feel or tongue could speak, Thy children pray for "grace, that they May come themselves to Thee to-day. Lord, shall we come, and come again Oft as we see yon table spread, And — tokens of Thy dying pain— The wine poured out, the broken bread ? Bless, bless, O Lord, Thy children's prayer, That they may come and find Thee there. Lord, may we come, not thus alone At holy time or solemn rite, But every hour till life be flown, Through weal or woe, in gloom or light ; Still let us seek Thy grace, that we In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be. Lord, shall we come — come yet again ? Thy children ask one blessing more ; — To come, not now alone, but then, When life and death and time are o'er : Then, then to come, O Lord, and be Confirmed in heaven, confirmed by Thee. Bishop Hinds, 1834. CONFIRMATION. 150 Six 7's. LORD, Thy children guide and keep, As with feeble steps they press On the pathway rough and steep Through this weary wilderness. Holy Jesu, day by day Lead us in the narrow way. There are stony paths to tread ; — Give the strength we sorely lack : There are tangled paths to thread ; — Light us, lest we miss the track. Holy Jesu, day by day Lead us in the narrow way. There are sandy wastes that lie Cold and sunless, vast and drear, Where the feeble faint and die ; — Grant us grace to persevere. Holy Jesu, day by day Lead us in the narrow way. There are soft and flowery glades, Decked with golden-fruited trees ; Sunny slopes, and scented shades ; — Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease. Holy Jesu, day by day Lead us in the narrow way. Upward still to purer heights, Onward yet to scenes more blest, Calmer regions, clearer lights, Till we reach the promised rest. Holy Jesu, day by day Lead us in the narrow way. William W. How, i860. CONFIRM A TION. I 5 3 151 Four 7's. THINE for ever ! God of love, Hear us from Thy throne above : Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity. Thine for ever ! Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife ; Thou the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. Thine for ever ! Oh, how blest, They who find in Thee their rest ! Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, Oh, defend us to the end ! Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep Us Thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath Thy care, Let us all Thy goodness share. Thine for ever ! Thou our Guide, All our wants by Thee supplied, All our sins by Thee forgiven, Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. Mary F. Maude, 1848. I 54 CONFIRMA TION. Is2 C. M. IN token that thou shalt not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thee here. And stamp thee His alone. In token that thou shalt not blush To glory in His name, We blazon here upon thy front His glory and His shame. In token that thou shalt not flinch Christ's quarrel to maintain, But meath His banner manfully Firm at thy post remain. In token that thou too shalt tread The path He travelled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame. And sit thee down on high. Thus outwardly and visibly We seal thee for His own ; And may the brow that wears His cross Hereafter share His crown ! Henry A If or d, 1832. C0NF1RMA TION. I 5 5 153 (Eph. VI. 11— 18.) s. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through His Eternal Son. Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in His mighty power, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror. Stand, then, in His great might, With all His strength endowed : But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God ; That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, And stand complete at last. C/mr/es Wesley, 1749. J 56 HOLY COMMUNION. 154 L. M MY God. and is Thy table spread ; And does Thy cup with love overflow ? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes ! Rich banquet of His flesh and blood. Thrice happy he, who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food ! Oh, let Thy table honoured be, And furnished well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see That here its sacred pledges tastes. Revive Thy dying churches, Lord ! And bid our drooping graces live ; And more, that energy afford A Saviour's love alone can give ! Philip Doddridge ', 1755. HOLY COMMUNION. I 57 \] Ou ■■' 155 Four 7's. BREAD of Heaven ! on Thee we feed ; For Thy flesh is meat indeed : Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living Bread. Rock of Heaven ! Thy vital stream Drink indeed may we esteem ! He to whom those waters flow Thirst and drought no more shall know. Lamb of God ! we lift our eyes To Thy perfect sacrifice : Lord, Thy wounds our healing give ; To Thy cross we look and live. Day by day with strength Supplied Through the life of Him who died, May our daily drink and food Be Thy body and Thy blood. Altered froin Jos iah Conder, 1824. 158 HOLY COMMUNION. 156 Eight 8's. LORD, to Thine altar we draw near ; Oh, fence us round with holy fear, And o'er our trembling spirits shed The feeling of Thy presence dread. We bow the head, we bend the knee, Before Thine awful majesty, Beseeching Thee with favouring eyes To look upon our sacrifice. Our conflict, Lord, Thou know'st it*all, The thousand foes that fast enthral Our captive souls, that would be free From every taint, to worship Thee ; The vain desire, the wandering thought, With worldliness and folly fraught, The earthly joy, the earthly care, That haunt us in Thy house of prayer. The world, the flesh, and Satan's rage, Our threefold foe, Thou canst assuage ; Thou, who by Thine almighty power Didst quell them in their fiercest hour ! Oh, let Thy new and risen life Within our souls subdue the strife ; And help us, Lord, that we may see Thy presence here, and worship Thee. Sarah Farmer, 1842. HOLY COMMUNION. 159 157 P. M. DECK thyself, my soul, with gladness, Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness, Come into the daylight's splendour, There with joy thy praises tender Unto Him whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous banquet founded : High o'er all the heavens He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deign eth. Sun, who all my life dost brighten, Light, who dost my soul enlighten, Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth, Fount, whence all my being floweth, At Thy feet I cry, my Maker, Let me be a fit partaker Of this blessed food from heaven, For our good, Thy glory, given. Jesus, Bread of life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee ; Never to my hurt invited, Be Thy love with love requited ; From this banquet let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep its treasure ; Through the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Catherine Winkworth, 1858. from the German of f. Frank, 1653. l6o HOLY COMMUNIOX. 158 C. M. ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee : — Remember Thee, and all Thy pains. And all Thy love to me ; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me. James Montgomery, 1 8 1 9. HOLY COMMUNION. l6l 159 Six io's. AND now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us once for all on Calvary's tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee That only Offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal Sacrifice. Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him ; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim ; For lo ! between our sins and their reward We set the passion of Thy Son, our Lord. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing Presence we appeal ; O fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast, O do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal ; From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. And so we come ; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Saviour, Who canst love us still ; And by this food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill : In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us never more to part with Thee. William Bright, 1 875. 1 62 HOLY COMMUSION. I 60 Six 8's. FORGIVE, O Lord, our wanderings past, Henceforth we would obey Thy call ; Our sins far from us may we cast, And turn to Thee devoutly all : Then with archangels we shall sing High praise to Heaven's Eternal King. Hear us, O Lord, in mercy hear; With sorrow we our guilt deplore : Pity our grief, and calm our fear, And give us grace to sin no more : Then with archangels we shall sing High praise to Heaven's Eternal King. While at Thy table, Lord, we kneel, And of Thy holy feast partake ; Our pardon there vouchsafe to seal, For Jesus our Redeemer's sake : Then with archangels we shall sing High praise to Heaven's Eternal King. J. Kempthortie % 1809. HOLY COMMUNION. 1 63 £■■'■ ' I ■ 161 C. M O GOD, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel ; And thus inspired with holy fear, Before Thine altar kneel. Here may Thy faithful people know The blessings of Thy love ; The streams that through the desert flow, The manna from above. We come obedient to Thy word, To feast on heavenly food : Our meat the Body of the Lord ; Our drink, His precious Blood. Thus would we all Thy words obey ; For we, O God, are Thine ; And go rejoicing on our way, Renewed with strength divine ! Edward Osier, 1837. M 2 164 HOLY COM MUX 10\\ l62 L. M. JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts ! Thou Fount of life ! Thou Light of men ! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee asrain. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; Thou savest those that on Thee call ; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in all. We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still ; We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; Glad when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesus, ever with us stay ! Make all our moments calm and bright ; Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Ray Palmer^ 1833, from the Latin of St. Bernard, *J« 1 153. HOLY COMMUNION. 165 163 Four io's. THEE we adore, hidden Saviour, Thee, Who in Thy feast with us vouchsaf st to be ; Both flesh and spirit at Thy presence fail, Yet here Thy presence we devoutly hail. O blest memorial of our dying Lord, Who living bread to men dost here afford ! Oh, may our souls for ever feed on Thee, And Thou, O Christ, for ever precious be ! Fountain of goodness ! Jesu, Lord and God ! Cleanse us, unclean, with Thy most cleansing Blood: Increase our faith and love, that we may know The hope and peace which from Thy presence flow. ( ) Christ ! whom now beneath a veil we see, May what we thirst for soon our portion be — To gaze on Thee unveiled, and see Thy face, The vision of Thy glory and Thy grace. Bishop Woodford, 1863, from the Latin of St. Thomas Aquinas, ►£* 1274. 1 66 FUNERAL. y 164 Irregular. THOU art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee ; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, The Saviour has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died ! Thou art gone to the grave, and, its mansion for- saking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the Sera- phim's song. Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore Thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide : He gave thee, He took thee, and he will: restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died. Bishop Heber, 1827. FUNERAL. 167 165 7. 7. 7. 7. 8. 8. NOW the labourer's task is o'er ; Now the battle-day is past ; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. There the tears of earth are dried ; There its hidden things are clear : There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. There the sinful souls, that turn To the Cross their dying eyes, All the love of Christ shall learn At His feet in Paradise. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace ; Christ the Lord shall guard them well, He who died for their release. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. " Earth to earth and dust to dust," Calmly now the words we say, Leaving him to sleep in trust Till the Resurrection-day. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. John Ellerton, 1875. • 68 MISSIONS. 1 66 d. 7. 6. 7. 6. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error s chain. What though the spicy breezes • Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone ! Can we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O Salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's Name ! Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ! Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! Bishop Hcber, 18 19. MISSIONS. 169 l67 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. THOU, Whose Almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight ; Hear us we humbly pray ; And, where the Gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light ! Thou, who didst come to bring On Thy redeeming wing Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind Let there be light ! Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth Thy flight ! Move on the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light ! Holy and blessed Three, Glorious Trinity, Wisdom, Love, Might ! Boundless as ocean's tide Rolling in fullest pride, Through the earth, far and wide, Let there be light ! John Marriott, 1813. /O MISSIONS. 1 68 8. 7. 8. 7. 4- 7- SOULS in heathen darkness lying, Where no light has broken through — Souls that Jesus bought by dying, Whom His soul in travail knew— Thousand voices, Call us o'er the waters blue. Christians, hearken ! none has taught them Of His love so deep and dear ; Of the precious price that bought them — Of the nail, the thorn, the spear ; Ye who know Him, Guide them from their darkness drear. Haste, O haste, and spread the tidings Wide to earth's remotest strand ; Let no brother's bitter chidings Rise against us — when we stand In the judgment — From some far, forgotten land. Lo ! the hills for harvest whiten All along each distant shore ; Seaward far the islands brighten- Light of nations ! lead us o'er : When w r e seek them, Let Thy Spirit go before. Cecil F. Alexander, 1850, M/SS/ONS. I 1 1 I69 Eight 7's. HARK ! the song of jubilee- Loud as mighty thunder's roar, Or the fulness of the sea When it breaks upon the shore : Alleluia ! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign ; Alleluia ! let the word Echo round the earth and main. Alleluia ! hark, the sound From the centre to the skies Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies ! See Jehovah's banners furled, Sheathed His sword : He speaks, 'tis done ; And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of His Son. He shall reign from pole to pole, With illimitable sway ; He shall reign, when like a scroll Yonder heavens have past away. Then the end : — beneath His rod Man's last enemy shall fall : Alleluia ! Christ in God, God in Christ, is all in all. James Montgomery, 1819. M/SS/OXS. I70 (Isaiah LII. 7 — 10.) s. m. HOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on S ion's hill ; Who bring salvation on their tongues. And words of peace instil ! How happy are our ears, That hear the joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for. And sought, but never found ! How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ; Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight ! O Lord, send forth Thy truth, Make known Thy name abroad ; Till all the nations shall behold Their Saviour and their God. • Isaac Watts, 1709. MISS/ONS. I 7 3 171 (Psalm LXVII.) s. m. TO bless Thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline ; And cause the brightness of Thy face On all Thy saints to shine. That so Thy wondrous way May through the world be known ; While distant lands their tribute pay, And Thy salvation own. Let differing nations join To celebrate Thy fame ; Let all the world,. O Lord, combine To praise Thy glorious name. O let them shout and sing With joy and pious mirth : For Thou, the righteous Judge and King, Shall govern all the earth. Then God upon our land Shall constant blessings shower ; And all the world in awe shall stand Of His resistless power. Tate and Brady \ 1 696. 1/4 ALMSGIVING. 172 8. 8. 8. 4. O LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be ; How shall we shew our love to Thee, Who givest all ? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruit, Thy love declare ; When harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes, and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For means of grace and hopes of heaven, Father, what can to Thee be given, Who givest all ? We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee Repaid a thousandfold will be ; Then gladly will we give to Thee, Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give ; O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all. Bishop Wordsworth, 186;. HARVEST. 175 173 d. 7. 6. 7. 6.-6. 6. 8. 4. WE plough the fields and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered By God's almighty hand ; He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes, and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain. — - — - All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, TEen thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, " For all His love. He only is the maker Of all things near and far ; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star ; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed : Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. All good gifts around us, &c. We thank Thee, then, O Father, For all things bright and good, The seed-time and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food ; Accept the gifts we offer For all Thy love imparts, And, what Thou most desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, For all His love. Charles S. Bere y from the German of Matthias Claudius, 1783. J 7 6 HARVEST, I 74 Six 8\s. LORD of the hanest, once again We thank Thee for the ripened grain ; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year ; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed-time and by harvest-tide. The bare dead grain, in Autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green puts on ; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings : So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee, Shall new and glorious bodies be. Nor vainly of Thy word we ask A lesson from the reaper's task : So shall Thine angels issue forth ; The tares be burnt ; the just of earth, To wind and storm exposed no more, Be gathered to their Father's store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread ; But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our fainting spirits' need : O Bread of life, from day to day, Be Thou their comfort, food, and stay. Joseph A ? is tic r, 1836 HARVEST. 177 175 C. M. LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, And Thou hast sworn to hear ; Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with Thee ; And now that spring has on us smiled, We wait on Thy decree. The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear, and the golden grain, All Thine, are ours by prayer. Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene ! So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That Thee, in Thy new heaven and earth, We never may forego, John Keble, 1857. N I /8 FOR THOSE A T SEA. I76 Six 8'. ETERNAL Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep ; O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. Christ, whose voice the waters heard And hushed their raging at Thy word, Who walkedst on the foaming deep, And calm amid the storm didst sleep ; O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. O Holy Spirit, who didst brood Upon the waters dark and rude, And bid their angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace ; O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. O Trinity of love and power, Our brethren shield in dangers hour ; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. William Whiting, i860 {varied by compilers of Hymns A. and M., 1861). CC 1MMEMOR A TION. I 7 9 177 L. M. FATHER, hear Thy children's praises For the boon we own to-day ; Grateful love our hearts upraises, This our sacrifice to pay : Thanks for all Thy mercies given — Stores of knowledge here unrolled, Means of grace and hopes of heaven — Unto us, Thy chosen fold ! Lord, Thy servants' spirits turning, Mould them by Thy gracious sway : Godliness and all good learning May we follow, day by day ! May we, these Thy bounties sharing, Every talent use aright, Still by earthly lore preparing, Till our faith be turned to sight : Till, undimmed by dark reflection, Face to face shall Christ be shown ; Knowledge rise to full perfection — Knowing e'en as we are known. Henry J. Buck oil, *J* 1 87 n 2 FJKST SUNDAY OF TERM. I 7 8 8. 7. 8. 7. 4. /• LORD, behold us with Thy blessing, Once again assembled here ; Onward be our footsteps pressing, In Thy love, and faith, and fear ; Still protect us By Thy presence ever near ! For Thy mercy we adore Thee, For this rest upon our way ; Lord, again we bow before Thee, Speed our labours day by day : Mind and spirit With Thy choicest gifts array ! Keep the spell of home affection Still alive in every heart ; May its power, with mild direction, Draw our love from self apart, Till Thy children Feel that Thou their Father art ! Break temptation's fatal power, Shielding all with guardian care, Safe in every careless hour, Safe from sloth and sensual snare ; Thou, our Saviour, Still our failing strength repair ! Henry J. Btickoll, ►!« 1 87 J . LAST SUNDAY OF TERM. l8l 179 8. 7. 8. 7. 4. LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing ; Thanks for mercies past receive ; Pardon all, their faults confessing ; Time that's lost may all retrieve ! May Thy children Ne'er again Thy Spirit grieve ! Bless Thou all our days of leisure ; Help us selfish lures to flee ; Sanctify our every pleasure, Pure and blameless may it be : May our gladness Draw us evermore to Thee ! By Thy kindly influence cherish All the good we here have gained ; May all taint of evil perish, By Thy mightier power restrained ; Seek we ever Knowledge pure and love unfeigned ! Let Thy father-hand be shielding All who here shall meet no more ; May their seed-time past be yielding Year by year a richer store ! Those returning Make more faithful than before ! Henry J. Buckoll, ►J* [87 I 82 LAST SUNDAY OF TERM. 180 P, M. WHEN the Lord recals the banished, Frees the captives all at last, Every sorrow will have vanished, Like a dream when night is past : Then shall all our hearts rejoice, And with glad resounding voice We shall praise the Lord who sought us, For the freedom He hath wrought us. Lift Thy hand to aid us, Father, Look on us who widely roam, And Thy scattered children gather In their longed-for promised home : Steep and weary is the way, Shorten Thou the sultry day, Faithful warriors hast Thou found us, Let Thy peace for aye surround us. In that peace we reap in gladness What was sown in tearful showers ; There the fruit of all our sadness Ripens — there the palm is ours ; There our God upon His throne Is our full reward alone ; They who all for God surrender Bring their sheaves in heavenly splendour. Catherine Winkworth, 1858, from the German of S. G. Burde, 1 794. GENERAL I S3 181 Six 8's. I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen, With garlands gay of various green ; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seemed to say, " Our beauties are but for a day." I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled On wheels of amber and of gold ; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky ; And moon and sun in answer said, " Our days of light are numbered." O God, O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair, If thus Thy bounties gild the span Of ruined earth and sinful man, How glorious must the mansion be, Where Thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee ! Bishop Hcber, 1827, 1 8 X CEXERAL. 182 L. M YES, God is good ; in earth and sky, From ocean depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, " God made us all, and God is good." The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say In accents clear, that God is good. The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed ; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, u God is good." I hear it in the rushing breeze ; The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, "God is good." Yes, God is good, all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued ; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord ; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word : These prompt our song that God is good. John H. Gurney y 1851. GENERAL. 1 85 183 L. M. LO, heaven and earth, and sea and air, Their Maker's glory all declare ; And thou, my soul, awake and sing, To Him thy praises also bring. Through Him the glorious source of day Drives all the clouds of night away ; The pomp of stars, the moon's soft light, Praise Him through all the silent night. •Behold, how He hath everywhere Made earth so wondrous rich and fair ; The forest dark, the fruitful land, All living things do show His hand, My God, how wondrously dost Thou Unfold Thyself to us e'en now ! O grave it deeply on my heart What I am, Lord, and what Thou art ! Catherine Wmkworth, 1858, from the German of Joachim Neander, 1679. loo GENERAL. 184 WE thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth, The glittering sky, the silver sea, For all their beauty, all their worth, Their light and glory, come from Thee. Thanks for the flowers that clothe the ground, The trees that wave their arms above. The hills that gird our dwellings round, As Thou dost gird Thine own with love. Yet teach us still how far more fair, More glorious, Father, in Thy sight, Is one pure deed, one holy prayer, One heart that owns Thy Spirit's might. So while we gaze, with thoughtful eye, On all the gifts Thy love has given, Help us in Thee to live and die. By Thee to rise from earth to heaven. Bishop Cotton, ^ GENERAL. I 87 185 D. 8. 8. 6. GO forth, my heart, and seek delight In all the gifts of God's great might, These pleasant summer hours : Look how the plains for thee and me Have decked themselves most fair to see, All bright and sweet with flowers. Thy mighty working, mighty God, Wakes all my powers ; I look abroad And can no longer rest : I too must sing when all things sing, And from my heart the praises ring The Highest loveth best. But help me ; let Thy heavenly showers Revive and bless my fainting powers, And let me thrive and grow Beneath the summer of Thy grace, And fruits of faith bud forth apace While yet I dwell below. Catherine Wmkworth, 1855, from the German of Paul Gerhardt, 1659, '88 GENERAL. 1 86 D. 8. 7. 8. 7 LORD, we thank Thee for the pleasure That our happy lifetime gives, The inestimable treasure Of a soul that ever lives ; Mind that looks before and after, Yearning for its home above, Human tears, and human laughter. And the depth of human love ; For the thrill, the leap, the gladness Of our pulses flowing free : E'en for every touch of sadness That may bring us nearer Thee ; But above all other kindness. Thine unutterable love, Which, to heal our sin and blindness, Sent Thy dear Son from above. Teach us so our days to number, That we may be early wise ; Dreamy mist, or cloud of slumber, Never dull our heavenward eyes ; Hearty be our work, and willing, As to Thee, and not to .men, For we know our soul's fulfilling Is in heaven ;— not till then. Thomas W. Jex-Dlakc. 1855. GENERAL. 1 8y 187 (PSALM XIX.) Eight S's. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The works of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her bum, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice or sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, " The hand that made us is Divine. Joseph A ddison , 1712. 193 GENERAL* 1 88 (Psalm XXXIV.) C. M. THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distrest From my example comfort take And charm their griefs to rest. The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just ; Deliverance He affords to all Who on His succour trust. Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear ; Make you His service your delight, Your wants shall be His care. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, All glory be from saints on earth And from the Angel-host. Tate and Brady. [696. GENERAL. I'yl I89 (Psalm LXVII.) Six 7*s. GOD of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face : Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine ; And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end. Let Thy people praise Thee, Lord, Be by all that live adored : Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Saviour King ; At Thy feet their tribute pay, And Thy holy will obey. Let the people praise Thee, Lord ; Earth shall then her fruits afford ; God to man His blessing give, Man to God devoted live ; All below, and all above, One in joy, and light, and love. Henry F. Lytc, 1 847 19 2 GENERAL. I90 (Psalm LXXXIV.) C. M. O GOD of Hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place Where Thou, enthroned in glory show'st. The brightness of Thy face ! My longing soul faints with desire To view Thy blest abode, My panting heart and flesh cry out For Thee, the living God. Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee Their sure protection made ; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to Thy dwelling lead. They shall proceed from strength to strength, And still approach more near, Till all on Zion's holy mount Before their God appear. Tate and Brady, 1 ( GENERAL. 1 9o I 9 I (Psalm XCV.) L. M. O COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise When our Salvation's Rock we praise. Into His presence let us haste, To thank Him for His favours past ; To Him address in joyful songs The praise that to His name belongs. The depths of earth are in His hand, Her secret wealth at His command ; The strength of hills that reach the skies Subjected to His empire lies. The rolling ocean's vast abyss By the same sovereign right is His ; ; Tis moved by His almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land. O let us to His courts repair, And bow with adoration there ; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. Tate and Brady ', 1696. 194 GENERAL. 192 (Psalm C.) L. M ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell : Come ye before Him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise ; Approach with joy His courts unto ; Praise, laud, and bless His name always, For it is seemly so to do. For-why the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. Willia?n Kethe y 1561. GEXERAL. 195 L. M. 193 (Psalm C.) BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Varied by Charles Wesley, 1741, from Isaac Watts, 17 19. O 2 1 96 194 (Psalm CIV.) P. M. WORSHIP the King all-glorious above ; O gratefully sing His power and His love ; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of da Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail. Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. O measureless Might, ineffable Love, While angels delight to hymn Thee above, Thy ransomed creation, though feeble their lays. With true adoration shall sing to Thy praise. Sir Robert Grant, >J« 1S38. {based on William Kethe's version). GENERAL. I O/ 195 (Psalm CXVII.) L. M. FROM all who dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue ! Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends Thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till suns shall rise and set no more. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Isaac Watts, 17 19. 198 GENERAL. ^ |V \ 22 7 ^ d 225 (Gen. XXVIII. 20—22.) C. M. O GOD of Israel ! by whose hand Thy people still are fed ; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led ; Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, Our heavenly food provide. O spread Thy covering wings around. Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore ; That Thou mayst be our chosen God, And portion evermore. Variation by John Logan, 1 78 1 , from Philip Doddridge, 1737. Q 2 228 GENERAL, >'• 226 Six O KING of kings, before whose throne The Angels bow, no gift can we /Present that is indeed our own, Since heaven and earth belong to Thee : Vet this our souls through grace impart, The offering of a thankful heart. O Jesu, set at God's right hand, With Thine eternal Father plead For all Thy loyal-hearted band, Who still on earth Thy succour need ; r or them in weakness strength provide, And through the world their footsteps guide. O Holy Spirit, Fount of breath, Whose comforts never fail nor fade, Vouchsafe the life that knows no death, Vouchsafe the light that knows no shade ; And grant that we through all our days May share Thy gifts, and sing Thy praise. Variation by Thomas Darling, 1S57, from John Quarks, 1654. GENERAL. 220, 227 C. M. ABIDE among us with Thy grace, Lord Jesus, evermore, Nor let us e'er to sin give place, Nor grieve Him we adore. Abide among us with Thy word, Redeemer, whom we love ; Thy help and mercy here afford, And life with Thee above. Abide with us to bless us still, O bounteous Lord of peace ; With grace and power our spirits fill, Our faith and love increase. Abide among us as our shield, O Captain of Thy host ; That to the world we may not yield. Nor e'er forsake our post. Abide with us in faithful love, Our God and Saviour be, Thy help at need O let us prove, And keep us true to Thee. Catherine Wznkworth, 1858, from the German of Stegmann, 1629. 2$0 GENERAL. 228 C. M. O FOR a heart to praise my God ! A heart from sin set free ! A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me ! A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone ! A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ! A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good — A copy, Lord, of Thine ! Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write Thy new name upon my heart, Thy new best name of Love. Chcu'les' Wesley, 1 742. GENERAL, 23 1 229 Four 7's. JESUS, Lord, we look to Thee, Let us in Thy name agree ; Show Thyself the Prince of Peace ; Bid all strife for ever cease. By Thy reconciling love Every stumbling-block remove ; Each to each unite, endear ; Come, and spread Thy banner here ! Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind, Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. Let us each for other care, Each his brother's burdens bear ; To the world a pattern give, Show how Christ's disciples live. Take us to Thy home above, Purified by faith and love ; May we in our life's last hour Feel Thy peace, Thy grace, Thy power. Altered from Charles Wesley, 1743. rl GENERAL. 230 L. M. JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found. And every place is hallowed ground. For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going take Thee to their home. Dear Shepherd of Thy faithful few, Thy former mercies here renew ; Here to our waiting souls proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving Name. Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and sweeten care'; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; X01 short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear : O, rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own. William Cowper, 1769. GENERAL. 233 231 C. M. LORD, when we bend before Thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our broken spirits pitying see ; True penitence impart ; Then let a kindling glance from Thee Beam hope upon the heart. When we disclose our wants in prayer May we our wills resign, And not a thought our bosoms share Which is not wholly Thine. Let faith each meek petition fill, And lift it to the skies ; And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still Which grants it or denies. When our united voices strive Their cheerful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live, And lift our souls in praise. Then on Thy glories while we dwell, Thy mercies we'll review, Till love divine transported tell Thou, God, art Father too ! Joseph D. Carlyle, 1805. 234 GENERAL. 232 JESU, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear Thy children's cry. Pardon our offences, Loose our captive chains, Break down every idol Which our soul detains. Give us holy freedom, Fill our hearts with love ; Draw us, holy Jesus ! To the realms above. Lead us on our journey, Be Thyself the Way Through terrestrial darkness To celestial day. Jesu, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear Thy children's cry. 6. 5. 6. 5. George R. Prynne, 1856. GENERAL. 235 233 (Psalm CXXXVII.) S. M. FAR from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, " Blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest." My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee ; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road ; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode ? God of my life, be near ; On Thee my hopes I cast ; O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last. He?iry F. Lyte, 1834. 236 GENERAL. 234 L. If. O THOU, who earnest from above The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart. Then let it for Thy glory burn With inextinguishable blaze ; And, trembling, to its Source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. Jesus ! confirm my heart's desire To work, and speak, and think for Thee : Still let me guard the holy fire, And still stir up Thy gift in me : Ready for all Thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat : Till death Thy endless mercies seal, And make my sacrifice complete. Charles Wesley, 1762. GENERAL. 237 235 L. M. GOD, I long Thy light to see, My God, I hourly think on Thee ; Oh draw me up, nor hide Thy face, But help me from Thy holy place. Ah how shall I my freedom win ? How break this heavy yoke of sin ? My fainting spirit thirsts for Thee ; Come, Lord, to help and set me free. My heart is set to do Thy will, But all my deeds are faulty still ; My best attempts are nothing worth, But soiled with cleaving taint of earth. Fain would my heart henceforward be Fixed, O my God, alone on Thee, That heart and soul by Thee possest May find in Thee their perfect rest. Oh take away whate'er has stood Between me and the Highest Good ; 1 ask no better boon than this, To find in God my only bliss. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Anton U/rich, Duke of Brunswick, 1667. 238 GENERAL. 236 Six 8's. JESU, my Lord, my God, my All, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call ; Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place Pour down the riches of Thy grace. Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ; O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, too late I Thee have sought ; How can I love Thee as I ought? And how extol Thy matchless fame. The glorious beauty of Thy Name ? Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ; O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, what didst Thou find in me, That Thou hast dealt so lovingly ? How great the joy that Thou hast brought, So far exceeding hope or thought ! Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ; O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, of Thee shall be my song, To Thee my heart and soul belong ; All that I am or have is Thine, And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine. Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ; O make me love Thee more and more. Henry Collins, 1852. GENERAL. 239 237 C. M. TRY us, O God ! and search the ground Of every evil heart : Whate'er of sin in us is found, O bid it all depart. When to the right or left we stray, Pity Thy helpless sheep ; Bring back our feet into the way, And there Thy wanderers keep. Help us to help each other, Lord, Each other's cross to bear, Let each his friendly aid afford To soothe his brother's care. Help us to build each other up, Help us ourselves to prove ; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. Complete at length Thy work of grace, And take us to Thy rest Among the saints who see Thy face, To be for ever blest. Charles Wesley, 1743. ^40 GENERAL. 238 Eight Ys. THOU hast gone before us, Lord, Not with anger, strife, or sword, Not with kingly pomp and pride, But with mercy at Thy side. Moved by wondrous love divine For our life Thou gavest Thine, And Thy precious outpoured blood Won for us the highest good. Let us follow in such sort, Christ-like every deed and thought, That Thy love most true and kind All our hearts henceforth may bind ; None may look behind him now, Who to Christ hath pledged his vow ; Jesus leads, no longer stand, " Follow me" is His command. Draw me up, my God, from hence, Raise me high o'er earth and sense, That I lose not Thee from sight, Nor in life nor death, my Light. In my soul's most deep recess Let me cherish holiness, Not for show or human praise, But for Thy sake, all my days. Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, So my course to run nor tire, That my practised soul may prove What Thy meekness, what Thy love. Grant me here to trust Thy grace, There with joy to see Thy face, This in time my portion be, That through all eternity ! Catherine Winkworth, 1855, from the German of Rist, 1644. GENERAL, 24 r 239 C. M. " COME to a desert-place apart, And rest a little while ; " So spake the Lord, when limbs and heart Waxed faint and sick through toil. What tired nature craved He sought, But, while He sought it, found The restless crowd together brought, And labour' s weary round. Still not a thought to self was given, Nor murmur from Him came ; He fed their souls with bread from heaven, And stayed their sinking frame ; Nor turned, when that long task was done, To sleep fatigue away ; When on the desert sank the sun, The Saviour waked to pray. O perfect Pattern from above ! So strengthen us, that ne'er Prayer keep us back from works of love, Nor works of love from prayer. Bishop Woodford \ 1853, from the Latin. 242 GENERAL. 240 L. M. BE with me, Lord, where'er I go, Teach me what Thou wouldst have me do : Suggest whate'er I think or say, Direct me in Thy narrow way. Prevent me, lest I harbour pride, Lest I in my own strength confide ; Show me my weakness, let me see I have my power, my all from Thee. Assist and teach me how to pray, Incline my nature to obey ; What Thou abhorrest let me flee, And only love what pleases Thee. John Cennick, 1752. GENERAL. 243 241 Four 7's. GOD of mercy, throned on high, Listen from Thy lofty seat ; Hear, O hear our feeble cry, Guide, O guide our wandering feet ! Young and erring travellers, we All our dangers do not know ; Scarcely fear the stormy sea, Hardly feel the tempest blow. Jesus, lover of the young, Cleanse us with Thy blood divine ; Ere the tide of sin grow strong, Save us, keen us, make us Thine. When, perplexed in danger's snare, Thou alone our guide canst be ; When oppressed with woe and care, Whom have we to trust but Thee ? Let us ever hear Thy voice, Ask Thy counsel every day ; Saints and angels will rejoice If we walk in wisdom's way. Saviour, give us faith, and pour Hope and love on every soul ; — Hope, till time shall be no more ; Love, while endless ages roll ! Neele, 1833. R 2 >A ' GENERAL. 242 D. 8. 7. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and, all Thy love revealing. Dissipate the clouds beneath. Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator, On our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring light on blinded eyes. Still we wait for Thine appearing ; Life and joy Thy beams impart : Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor, benighted heart. By Thy all-restoring merit, Every burdened soul release ; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into Thy perfect peace. Charles Wesley, 1745 GENERAL 245 243 8. 7. 3. 7. 4. 7- JESUS, Lord, we kneel before Thee, Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear ; While our waiting souls adore Thee, Friend of helpless sinners, hear : By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. From the depths of nature's blindness, From the hardening power of sin, . From all malice and unkindness, From the pride that lurks within, By Thy mercy, &c. When temptation sorely presses, In the day of Satan's power, In our time of deep distresses, In each dark and trying hour, By Thy mercy, &c. When the world around is smiling, In the time of wealth and ease, Earthly joys our hearts beguiling, In the day of health and peace, By Thy mercy, &c. In the weary hours of sickness, In the times of grief and pain, When we feel our mortal weakness, When the creature's help is vain, By Thy mercy, &c. In the solemn hour of dying, In the awful judgment-day, May our souls, on Thee relying, Find Thee still our hope and stay : By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. James J. Cummins , 1840. 24.6 GENERAL. 244 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. THOUGH we long, in sin-wrought blindness, From Thy gracious paths have strayed, Cold to Thee and to Thy kindness, Wilful, reckless, or afraid ; Through dim clouds that gather round us Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us. Oft from Thee we veil our faces, Children-like, to cheat Thine eyes ; Sin, and hope to hide the traces ; From ourselves ourselves disguise : 'Neath the webs we've woven round us Thy soul-piercing glance has found us. Sudden, midst our idle chorus, O'er our sin Thy thunders roll ; Death his signal waves before us, Night and terror take the soul • Till through double darkness round us Looks a star, — and Thou hast found us. O most Merciful, most Holy, Light Thy wanderers on their way ; Keep us ever Thine, Thine wholly, Suffer us no more to stray ! Cloud and storm oft gather round us : We were lost, but Thou hast found us. Francis T. Pa! grave, 1862. GENERAL. 247 245 8. 7. 8. 7. 4. 7. GUIDE us, O Thou great Jehovah ! Pilgrims through this barren land ; We are weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold us with Thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed us now and evermore. Open Thou the living fountain Whence the healing waters flow ; Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead us all our journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still our strength and shield. When we tread the verge of Jordan, Bid our anxious fears subside ! Bear us through the o'erwhelming torrent, Lead us safe to Canaan' s side : Songs of praises We will ever give to Thee. From the Welsh of William Williams, \ 774. 24* GENERAL. 246 D. 8. 8. 6. WHILE we in supplication join, Before the throne of grace divine, In mercy bow Thine ear ! And while we listen to Thy Word, Or praise Thy name with glad accord, Amongst us, Lord, appear. The veil that hides Thy glory rend ; In love and saving power descend, To visit Thine abode ; Here, to each heart Thy grace reveal, And all who enter cause to feel The presence of our God. Joh?i Walker. GENERAL. 249 247 8. 7. 8. 7. 4. 7. LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness ! Thanks we give, and adoration, For Thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of Thy salvation, In our hearts and lives abound ! May thy presence With us evermore be found ! So whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign with Thee in endless day ! Hon. Walter Shirley, 1774. 250 GENERAL. 248 C. M. GREAT Shepherd of Thy people, hear ; Thy presence now display : As Thou hast given a place for prayer, "So give us hearts to pray. Within these walls let holy peace And love and concord dwell : Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. May we in faith receive Thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. The hearing ear, the seeing eye, The contrite heart, bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, That we in grace may grow. John Newton, 1779. GENERAL. 251 w 249 C. M. ETERNAL God, we look to Thee, To Thee for help we fly ; Thine eye alone our wants can see, Thy hand alone supply. From path to path we roam for rest, But all our search is vain ; We seek for life among the dead, For joy where sorrows reign. Lord, let Thy fear within us dwell, Thy love our footsteps guide : That love will all vain love expel ; That fear, all fear beside. Not what we wish, but what we want, O let Thy grace supply : The good unasked in mercy grant ; The ill, though asked, deny. Ja?nes Merrick, 1765. GENERAL. 250 C. M. FATHER of mercies ! let our ways With Thee acceptance find ; Thy loving-kindness we confess To us and all mankind. Thanks for creation are Thy due, For life preserved by Thee ; And all the blessings life affords, So great and yet so free. Thanks for redemption, above all, To us in Jesus given ; Thanks for the means of grace on earth, And for the hope of heaven. Oh, let a sense of this Thy grace Our best affections move ; That while our lips Thy praise proclaim Our hearts may feel Thy love. GENERAL. 253 8. 6. 8. 6. 8. 8. 8. 8. OUR Father, guide those streams aright Which have their springs in Thee ; Shine on them with Thy heavenly light, And make them pure and free. And ever, as they onward flow Through all the darkling scenes below, May they reflect that Heaven above, Which looks on us in perfect love ! Sin ever would enchain the heart, But Christ has made us free ; And He would bid those fears depart Which draw our hearts from Thee. Thou art our Father ; Thou hast known Our wayward thoughts ; in Thee alone Is all our fulness, all our joy, Those pleasures which can never cloy. Thou knowest all our seasons too, Their ever-varying tone : Refresh us with the morning dew, Nor let our night be lone. At noonday let the showers fall, In answer to our suppliant call ; Strengthen our hearts, and hold us fast, That we may praise Thee to the last. E. S., 1849. 2S4 GENERAL. 252 P. If. WITH trembling awe the chosen three The holy mount ascended, Where, wrapped in blissful ecstasy, They saw the vision splendid — Their Lord arrayed in living light, And on His left hand and His right By glorious saints attended. O vision bright — too bright to tell — The joys of heaven unveiling ! How precious on those hearts it fell, When earthly hopes were failing ; When, saints no more on either side. Between the thieves the Saviour died, 'Mid hate and scorn and railing ! Grant us, dear Lord, some vision brief Of future triumph telling, Gilding with hope our night of grief, Our clouds of fear dispelling. If the dim foretaste was so bright, Oh, what shall be the dazzling light Of Thy eternal dwelling'! William W. How, i860. - GENERAL. \ 253 Four 7's. WONDROUS was Thy path on earth, 'Midst our human grief and mirth, All our good, and all our ill, Feeling, Lord, yet sinless still. Thou wouldst oft vouchsafe to bless Hours of earthly happiness ; When Thou cam'st Thy friend to save, Thou couldst weep beside his grave. Thy transforming influence still Into good converts our ill ; Or from weak and worthless things Holy joy and comfort brings. O be with us, gracious Lord ! Near our bed, and at our board, By our fireside' s pleasant cheer, When the winter nights are drear. Through the livelong summer day, When our hearts are blithe and gay, From all taint of fleshly ill Purify our gladness still. So that when new heavens and earth At Thy bidding shall have birth, Purged from all our dross of sin, We may dwell with Thee therein. 2$6 GENERAL. 254 S. M. OH, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul ? Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years, And all that life is love. There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; O what eternal horrors hang Around the second death ! Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone. James Montgomery, 1 8 1 9. GENERAL. 257 255 L. U. LET me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest ! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveiled glory to behold ; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy Name adore ; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where none can die, where none remove ; There neither death nor life will part Me from Thy presence and Thy love. Charlotte Elliott, 18^6. 258 GENEK.IL. 256 Six 7's. LORD of power and Lord of might, God and Father of us all, Lord of day and Lord of night, Listen to our solemn call : Listen, whilst to Thee we raise Songs of prayer and songs of praise. Light and love and life are Thine, Great Creator of all good, Fill our souls with light divine, Give us with our daily food Blessings from Thy heavenly store, Blessings rich for evermore. Full of love and full of peace, May our life on earth be blest ; When our trials here shall cease, And at last we sink to rest, Fountain of eternal love ! Call us to our home above. Godfrey Thring y 1866. GENERAL. 2 59 2 57 C. M, FATHER, whatever of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace Let this petition rise, Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And let me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. Anne Steele, 1760. s 2 GENERAL. D. 8. 7. 8. 7. LOVE Divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down, Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art ; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every longing heart. Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy grace receive ; Suddenly return, and never — Never more Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above ; Pray and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Finish, then, Thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may we be : Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored by Thee : Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place — Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Charles Wesley, 1743. GENERAL. 26 1 259 (Psalm XC.) d. 8. 8. 6. O GOD of glory, God of grace, From age to age our dwelling-place, Before Thy throne we bow : Ere the vast mountains rose of yore, When they and earth shall be no more, The same, O Lord, art Thou. Man's generations rise and pass Like morning flowers, like summer grass, The creatures of Thy breath : Our life runs onward like a stream, We come and vanish as a dream, The prey of sin and death. Unnumbered ills beset our path, Our days are darkened 'neath Thy wrath ; And yet how heedless we ! O touch with grace each erring heart, True wisdom to each soul impart, And win us all to Thee. We sink, we perish 'neath Thy frown : O send Thy healing mercy down To light our coining years ; Then be they many, be they few, Thy grace will bear us safely through Beyond the reach of tears. Henry F. Lyte, 1847. 262 Gl XERAL. 260 D. C. M. THE roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away ! O for the pearly gates of heaven ! O for the golden floor ! O for the Sun of Righteousness That setteth nevermore ! The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint ! Mow many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint ! O for a heart that never sins, O for a soul washed white ! O for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day or night ! Here, faith is ours, and heavenly hope, And grace to lead us higher ; But there are perfectness and peace Beyond our best desire. O by Thy love and anguish, Lord ! O by Thy life laid down 1 O that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown ! Cecil F. Alexander, 1853. GENERAL. 263 26l C. M. POUR down Thy Spirit, gracious Lord. On all assembled here : Let us receive the engrafted Word With meekness and with fear. By faith in Thee the soul receives New life, though dead before ; And he, who in Thy name believes, Shall live, to die no more. Preserve the power of faith alive In those that love Thy name ; For sin and Satan daily strive To quench the sacred flame. Thy grace and mercy first prevailed From death to set us free ; And often since, our life had failed Unless renewed by Thee. To Thee we look, to Thee we bow, To Thee for help we call, Cur Life and Resurrection Thou, Our Hope, our Joy, our All. John Newton, 1779./ 264 GENERAL. 262 Six 8's. LEAVE God to order all thy ways, And hope in Him whate'er betide, Thoirlt find Him in the evil days Thy all-sufficient strength and guide : Who trusts in God's unchanging love Builds on the rock that nought can move. Only thy restless heart keep still, And wait in cheerful hope ; content To take whate'er His gracious will, His all-discerning love hath sent ; Nor doubt our inmost wants are known To Him who chose us for His own. He knows when joyful hours are best, He sends them as He sees it meet ; When thou hast borne the fiery test, And now art freed from ail deceit, He comes to thee all unaware, And makes thee own His loving care. Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways, But do thine own part faithfully, Trust His rich promises of grace, So shall they be fulfilled in. thee : God never yet forsook at need The soul that trusted Him indeed. Catherine Wink-worth, 1855, from the German of George Neiunark, 1653. GENERAL. 265 263 P. M. CEASE, my soul, thy tribulation, Banish all thy griefs and fears ; Christ in whom is thy salvation Calls thee from the vale of tears. From the desert where we roam He will lead the wanderers home Unto joys all joys transcending, Unto peace that knows no ending. Light me, O Thou Star uprising, Jesus, all my glory be ; So will I, the shame despising, Take my cross and follow Thee. Help me with Thy presence blest, Till I gain the perfect rest ; Till the grave's dark gate enfold me, With Thy word assure, uphold me. Trusting in Thy love so tender, I will bear the bitter strife ; Glad to Thee my soul surrender, Death shall be the path of life. Thou who openedst Paradise To the dying sinner's eyes, Jesus, Thou wilt never leave me, But to Thy great light receive me. Cease, my soul, thy tribulation, Banish all thy griefs and fears ; Christ in whom is thy salvation Calls thee from the vale of tears. Soon before Him shalt thou stand, Where the saints, a ransomed band, At His feet their crowns are casting In the glory everlasting. Thomas E. Brown, 1872, from the German of Simon Graf. 266 GENERAL. 264 D. 8. 7. 8. 7. WHO puts his trust in God most just Hath built his house securely ; He who relies on Jesus Christ, Heaven shall be his most surely ; Then fixed on Thee my trust shall be, For Thy truth cannot alter ; While mine Thou art, not death's worst smart Shall make my courage falter. Though fiercest foes my course oppose, A dauntless front Pll show them ; My champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now, Who soon shalt overthrow them ! And if but Thee I have in me With Thy good gifts and Spirit, Nor death nor hell, I know full well, Shall hurt me, through Thy merit. I rest me here without a fear, By Thee shall all be given That I can need, O faithful God, For this life or for heaven. O make me true, my heart renew, My soul and flesh deliver ! Lord, hear my prayer, and in Thy care Keep me in peace for ever. Catherine Wznkivorth, 1858, from the German of {probably) Joachim Magdeburg, ►J* 1560. GENERAL. 267 265 D. S. M. IF God be on my side, Then let who will oppose, For oft ere now to Him I cried, And He hath quelled my foes. If Jesus be my Friend, If God doth love me well, What matters all my foes intend, Though strong they be and fell ? Here I can firmly rest, I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is. From dangerous snares He saves ; Where'er He bids me go, He checks the storms and calms the waves, That nought can work me woe. His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind He reigns, All care and sadness He dispels, And soothes away all pains. He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou, God, my Father art ! Catherine Winkwo7'th, 1855, from the German of Paul Gerhardt, 1650. 268 GENERAL. 266 Six S's. CAPTAIN of Israel's host, and Guide Of all who seek their home above, Beneath Thy shadow we abide. The cloud of Thy protecting love ; Our strength, Thy grace ; our rule, Thy word ; Our end, the glory of the Lord. By Thine unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray ; By Thy paternal bounty fed, We shall not want in all our way ; As far from danger as from fear, While love, Almighty love, is near. Altered from Charles Wesley, 1753. GENERAL, 269 267 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 8. 7. A TOWER of strength our God doth stand, A Shield and sure Defender : True help from all our woes His hand Through life doth freely render. Our foe hath fixed his purpose fell ; With might and craft he's armed full well ; Naught earthly can resist him. Full soon we're lost and vanquished quite, Our strength hath nought effected ; Yet He for us maintains the fight, Whom God Himself selected. Ask ye His name ? 'tis Christ our Lord, The God of Hosts alone adored, Our Champion — none dare brave Him. Should Hell's whole legions round us press, All banded to devour us, Yet this should work us good success, Nor fear e'en then o'erpower us ; Though this world's Prince look fierce and bold, It matters not, his doom is told, A single word can foil him. Henry J. Bucko //, 1842, from the Ge?'man of Martin Luther, 1529, 27° GEXERAL. IK 268 P. M. TO Thee, O loving^ Saviour, our spirits turn for rest, Our peace is in Thy favour, our hearts in Thee are blest. Though all the world deceive us, we know that Thou art near, For Thou wilt never leave us, O Christ, our Saviour dear. In Thee our trust abideth, on Thee our hopes rely, O Thou whose love provideth for all beneath the sky. Our joy is in Thy beauty of holiness divine, Our comfort in the duty that binds our life in Thine. O for true hearts to love Thee more dearly as we ought, And nothing place above Thee in word or deed or thought. O for that choicest blessing of living in Thy love, And thus on earth possessing the peace of heaven above. John S. B, Mouse//, 1863. GENERAL. 27 1 269 S. M BLEST be Thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love Thee for Thyself, And for that love obey. O Thou, our souls' chief hope, We to Thy mercy fly ; Whate'er we are, Thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply. Whether we sleep or wake, To Thee we both resign ; By night we see, as well as day, If Thy light on us shine. Whether we live or die, Both we submit to Thee ; In death we live, as well as life, If Thine in death we be. John Austin , 1668. I 272 GENERAL. 270 LORD, Thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth ; Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. When our foes are near us, Then Thy word doth cheer us, Word of consolation, Message of salvation. When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, Then its light directeth, And our way protecteth. Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure By Thy word imparted To the simple-hearted ? Word of mercy, giving Succour to the living ; Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying ! O that we discerning ■ Its most holy learning, Lord, may love and fear Thee, Evermore be near Thee. Four 6's. Sir Henry IV. Baker, 1861. GENERAL. 273 271 C. M. GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform : He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ! The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain ; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. William Cowper, ijjy. 274 GENERAL. 272 O LORD, how happy should we be ^ If we could cast our care on Thee : If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, I s working for the best ! Could we but kneel and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer : Sure that the Father, who is nigh ? To still the famished raven's cry, Will hear in that we fear. We cannot trust Him as we should, So chafes weak nature's restless moodj? To cast its peace away ; Yet birds and flowers around us preach : All, all the present evil teach^ Sufficient for the day. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours ^ Such lesson learn from birds and flowers / Make them from self to cease, Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace. Joseph A 11st ice, 1836. V v GENERAL. 2y$ 273 JESU, my Saviour, look on me, For I am weary and opprest ; I come to cast myself on Thee : Thou art my Rest. Look down on me, for I am weak, I feel the toilsome journey's length, Thine aid omnipotent I seek : Thou art my Strength. I am bewildered on my way : Dark and tempestuous is the night ; send Thou forth some cheering ray ; Thou art my Light. When Satan flings his fiery darts, 1 look to Thee — my terrors cease ; Thy Cross a hiding-place imparts ; Thou art my Peace. Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink : Thou art my Life. Thou wilt my every want supply, E'en to the end, whate'er befal ; Through life, in death, eternally, Thou art my All. John R. Macduff, 1853. T 2 276 GENERAL. 274 C. M. THOU art the Way ! by Thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. Thou art the Truth ! Thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. Thou art the Life ! the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm : And those who put their trust in Thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ! Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win Whence joys eternal flow. Bishop Doane, 1824. GENERAL. 2J7 275 Three 8 ; s. WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's power ? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. When earthly comforts fade and die, Though others weep, yet why should 1 ? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh. I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied ; But Jesus knows, and will provide. Though sin would fill me with distress, The throne of grace I dare address, For Jesus is my righteousness. Against me earth and hell combine ; But on my side is power divine ; Jesus is all, and He is mine. John Newton, 1779. 278 GENERAL. 276 D, C. M. WHY pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint, Despairing of relief, As if the Lord o'erlooked thy cause, And did not heed thy grief? Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, That firm remains on high The everlasting throne of Him Who formed the earth and sky ? Art thou afraid His power should fail, When comes the evil day ? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary, or delay ? Supreme in wisdom as in power, The Rock of Ages stands ; Though Him thou canst not see, nor trace The working of His hands. He gives the conquest to the weak, Supports the fainting heart ; And courage in the evil hour His heavenly aids impart. Mere human power shall fast decay, And youthful vigour cease ; But they who wait upon the Lord In strength shall still increase. They with unwearied feet shall tread The path of life divine ; With growing ardour onward move, W 7 ith growing brightness shine. On eagle's wings they mount, they soar, Their wings are faith and love ; Till, past the cloudy regions here, They rise to heaven above. Varied by Willia?n Cameron, 1770, fro?n Isaac Watts, 1709. GENERAL 2"JC) 277 L. M. BESET with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path we stand ; Saviour divine ! diffuse Thy light, And guide our doubtful footsteps right. Engage each weak and erring heart Early to choose the better part ; To yield the trifles of a day For joys that never fade away. Then should the wildest storms arise, And tempests mingle earth and skies, No fatal shipwreck shall we fear, But all our treasure with us bear. If Thou, our Saviour, still art nigh, Cheerful we live, and cheerful die ; Secure, when human comforts flee, To find eternal joys in Thee. Philip Doddridge, 1755. 2 So GENERAL. 278 (Psalm XXIII.) Six 8's. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wandering steps He leads ; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in a bare and rugged way Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, His bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden green and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ! Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Joseph Addison , 17 12. GENERAL. 28 1 279 (Psalm XXIII.) 8. 7. 8. 7. THE King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never ; I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine for ever. Where streams of living water flow, My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home rejoicing brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill, With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight ; Thy unction grace bestoweth ; And oh, what transport of delight From Thy pure chalice floweth ! And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never : Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house for ever. Sir Henry W. Baker, 1 868. -- GENERAL. S. M. 280 (Psalm XXXVII.) COMMIT thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care Who earth and heaven commands. Thou on the Lord rely ; So safe shalt thou go on ; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. Thy everlasting truth, Father ! Thy ceaseless love, Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command ; So shalt thou wondering own, His way How wise, how strong His hand ! Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care. John Wesley, 1739, fro?n the Germa?i of Paul Ge?'ha?'dt, 1653. GENERAL 283 28l (Psalm XXXVII.) s. M. PUT thou thy trust in God, In duty's path go on ; Walk in His strength with faith and hope, So shall thy work be done. Commit thy ways to Him, Thy works into His hands, And rest on His unchanging word, Who heaven and earth commands. Though years on years roll on, His covenant shall endure ; Though clouds and darkness hide His path, The promised grace is sure. Through waves, and clouds, and storms His power will clear thy way : In God's own time, the darkest night Will end in brightest day. John Wesley, 174.3, from the Gennan of Paid Gerhardt, 1653. 284 GENERAL. 282 (Psalm XLII.) c. M. AS pants the hart for cooling streams When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine : O, when shall I behold Thy face, Thou majesty Divine ? Why restless, why cast down, my soul Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Tate and Brady, 1696. GENERAL. 285 283 (Psalm LXXXVII.) d. 8. 7. 8. 7. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode ; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With Salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. Though the world esteem thee lowly, Though they pass thy ramparts by, Yet the Lord whose name is holy, He who fills Eternity, He whom not the heaven containeth, Not the high and holy place, Still within thy walls remaineth, Still upholds thee with His grace. See the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Still supply thy sons and daughters, And all pain and thirst remove : Heed not then reproach and scorning ; Fear not threats nor danger near : Soon shall rise a brighter morning, When thy Lord shall reappear. John Newton , 1779. 286 GENERAL 284 (Psalm XCI.) d. 8. 7. 8. 7. CALL Jehovah thy salvation ; Rest beneath the Almighty's shade ; In His sacred habitation Dwell, nor ever be afraid. There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; Guile nor violence can harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. From the sword at noonday wasting, From the noisome pestilence, In the depth of midnight blasting, God will be thy sure defence : Fear not then the deadly quiver, Though a thousand feel the blow ; Mercy shall thy soul deliver, Though ten thousand be laid low. If with pure and firm affection On God's laws be set thy love, With the wings of His protection He will shield thee from above : Thou shalt call when griefs oppress thee, He will hearken, He will save ; Here with special favour bless thee, Give thee life beyond the grave. fames Montgomery, 1822. GENERAL. 2%J 285 (Psalm XC.) t C. M. O GOD, our help in ages past, *" [ Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home ! Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guide while life shall last, And our eternal home ! Isaac Watts, 17 19 ZOO GENERAL. 286 \* (Psalm CV.) d. c. m. O PRAISE our great and gracious Lord, And call upon His name ; To strains of joy tune every chord, His mighty acts proclaim ; Tell how He led His chosen race To Canaan's promised land ; Tell how His covenant of grace Unchanged shall ever stand. He gave the shadowing cloud by day. The moving fire by night ; To guide His Israel on their way, He made their darkness light : And have we not a sure retreat, A Saviour ever nigh, The same clear light to guide our feet, The Dayspring from on high ? We, too, have manna from above, The Bread that came from heaven ; To us the same kind hand of love Has living waters given : A Rock have we, from whence the spring In rich abundance flows ; That Rock is Christ, our Priest, our King, Who life and health bestows. O may we prize this blessed Food, And trust our heavenly Guide ; So shall we find death's fearful flood Serene as Jordan's tide : And safely reach that happy shore, The land of peace and rest, Where angels worship and adore In God's own presence blest. Harriet A uber y 1829. GENERAL. 289 287 (PSALM CXXI.) C. M. FROM Sion's hill my help descends ; To God I lift mine eyes ; My strength on Him alone depends Who formed the earth and skies. He, ever watchful, ever nigh, Forbids my foot to slide ; Nor sleep, nor slumber, seals the eye Of Israel's guard and guide. He, on my side, arrayed in might, His shield shall o'er me spread ; Nor sun by day, nor moon by night, Shall hurt my favoured head. Safe shall I go. and safe return, While He my life defends, Whose eyes my every step discern, Whose mercy never ends. Edward Osier, 1836. 290 GENERAL. 288 6. 4. 6. 4. 6. 6. 4. NEARER my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee — Nearer to Thee ! Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness comes over me — My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams Pd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. There let my way appear Steps unto heaven, All that Thou sendest me In mercy given, Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise : So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Sarah F. Adams, 1 84 1 . GEXEKAL. 291 289 THY way, not mine, Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best : Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot ; I would not if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine ; so let the way That leads to it be Thine ; Else I must surely stray. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem ; Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends. My sickness or my health ; Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small ; Be Thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom, and my all ! Four 6 ? s. Horatius Bonar, 1856. U 2 ?9 2 GENERAL, ■r 290 8. 8. 8. 4. MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life' s rough way, teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done ! Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, Thy will be done ! If Thou shouldst call me to resign */* What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; 1 only yield Thee what was Thine — Thy will be done ! Let but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God to Thee I leave the rest — Thy will be done ! Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done ! Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, Thy will be done ! Charlotte Elliott, 1834. GENERAL. 293 291 IO. 4. IO. 4. IO. IO. LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet — I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path — but now- Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day ; and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, — And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. John H. Newman, 1833. )iuuaJ^^ Six 8's. saw Thee not, when Thou didst tread, Saviour, this our sinful earth : Nor heard Thy voice restore the dead, And wake them to a second birth : But we believe that Thou didst come, And quit for us Thy glorious home We were not with the faithful few Who stood Thy bitter cross around, Nor heard the prayer for those who slew. Nor felt the earthquake rock the ground ; We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side ; Yet we believe that Thou hast died. No angel's message met our ear On that first glorious Easter Day, " The Lord is risen, He is not here, Come see the place where Jesus lay ! " But we believe that Thou didst quell The banded powers of Death and Hell. We saw Thee not return on high, — And now, our longing sight to bless, No ray of glory from the sky Shines down upon our wilderness : Vet we believe that Thou art there, And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer. John H. Gurney, 1851. GENERAL 295 293 C. M. WE walk by faith, and not by sight ; No gracious words we hear From Him who spake as man ne'er spake. But we believe Him near. We may not touch His hands and side, Nor follow where He trod ; But in His promise we rejoice, And cry, " My Lord and God ! " Help then, O Lord, our unbelief ; And may our faith abound, To call on Thee when Thou art near, And seek where Thou art found : That, when our life of faith is done, In realms of clearer light We may behold Thee as Thou art, With full and endless sight. Henry Alford, 1845. 2$6 GENERAL. 294 Four y's. OFT in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go ! Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life. Onward, Christians, onward go ! Join the war, and face the foe ; Will ye flee in danger's hour ? Know ye not your Captain's power ? Let your drooping hearts be glad ; March in heavenly armour clad ; Fight, nor think the battle long ; Soon shall victory wake your song. Let not sorrow dim your eye ; Soon shall every tear be dry ; Let not fears your course impede ; Great your strength, if great your need. Onward, then, to battle move ; More than conquerors ye shall prove ; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go ! Fragment by Henry Kirke White, 1806, completed by Fanny F. Maitland, 1827. GENERAL. 297 295 D. 6. 5. 6. 5. SAVIOUR, blessed Saviour, Listen whilst we sing, Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King ; All we have to offer, All we hope to be, Body, soul, and spirit, All we yield to Thee. Great and ever greater Are Thy mercies here, True and everlasting Are the glories there, Where no pain, or sorrow, Toil or care, is known, Where the angel-legions Circle round Thy throne. Clearer still and clearer Dawns the light from heaven, In our sadness bringing News of sin forgiven ; Life has lost its shadows, Pure the light within ; Thou hast shed Thy radiance On a world of sin. Onward, ever onward, Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God ; Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on, Backward never looking Till the prize is won. Godfrey Thring, 1866. GENERAL 296 C. M. JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labours have an end In joy, and peace, and thee ? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? Why should I shrink from pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay, With Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day ? Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand ; And all I love in Christ below Shall join the glorious band. Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ! Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. F. B. P.,1616, from a Latin hymn of the Zth century. r. GENERAL. 299 297 7. 6. 7. 6. BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care : The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there : O happy retribution, Short toil, eternal rest ! For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown : The God whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known : And they who see and know Him Shall have Him for their own. The morning shall awaken, The shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the dav. There God, our King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold for ever, And worship face to face. John M. Neale, 1858, from the Latin of Bernard of Cluny, >J« 1 1 56. 7- 6. 7. & 3°° GENERAL. 298 JERUSALEM the Golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not— oh, I know not What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare ! And when I fain would sing them My spirit fails and faints, And vainly would it image The assembly of the saints. They stand, those halls of Sion, Full jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel And many a martyr-throng. The Prince is ever in them, The light is aye serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. And they, beneath their Leader Who conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. John M. Neale, 1858, from the Latin of Bernard of Cluny. *J« 1156. GENERAL 301 299 C. M. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. Oh, could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes ; Could we but climb where Moses stood. And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood. Should fright us from the shore ! Isaac Watts, 1709. 302 GENERAL. 300 THERE is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow ; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well ; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell ; Around its glorious throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One And Spirit, evermore. Look up, ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path your Saviour trod Of daily toil and woe ; Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love, His own most gracious smile Shall welcome vou above. Eight 6's. Sir Henry W. Baker, 1 86 1 . GENERAL. 3°3 301 Four 7's. CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. We are travelling home to God, In the way the Fathers trod ; They are happy now, and Ave Soon their happiness shall see. Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. Lord, obediently we go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only Thou our Leader be, And we still will follow Thee. J oh? 1 Cennick, 1742. 3C4 GENERAL. 302 D. S. M. " FOR ever with the Lord ! ri Amen ; so let it be ; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear ! Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. " For ever with the Lord ! " Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word Even here to me fulfil. Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail ; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand, Fight, and I must prevail. So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, " For ever with the Lord ! " James Montgomery, 1853. GENERAL. 30 5 303 6. 6. 8. 6. 4. 7. FROM Egypt's bondage come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek a new, a better home, Where we our rest shall gain. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God. There sin and sorrow cease, And every conflict's o'er ; There we shall dwell in endless peace, And never hunger more. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God. There in celestial strains Enraptured myriads sing ; There love in every bosom reigns. For God Himself is King. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God. We soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share, And sing the everlasting song With all the ransomed there. Hallelujah ! Bring us safe to Thee, O God ! Thomas Kelly, 1 806. -*o6 GENERAL. 304 (Psalm LXXXIV.) Eight 7's. PLEASANT are Thy courts above In the land of light and love ; Pleasant are Thy courts below In this land of sin and woe : Oh, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fulness, God of grace. Happy birds that sing and fly Round Thy altars, O most High ; Happier souls that find a rest In a heavenly Father's breast ; Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe ; Waters in the deserts rise, Manna feeds them from the skies ; On thev go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. Lord, be mine this prize to win, Guide me through a world of sin, Keep me by Thy saving grace, Give me at Thy side a place ; Sun and Shield alike Thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart ; Grace and glory flow from Thee ; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. Henry F. Lyte, 1834. GENERAL. 3°7 (Psalm XXVI. 8.) Four 6 ; s. WE love the place, O Lord, Wherein Thine honour dwells ; The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels. It is the house of prayer, Wherein Thy servants meet ; And Thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen flock to greet. We love Thine altar, Lord ; Oh, what on earth so dear ? For there, in faith adored, We find Thy presence near. We love the word of life, The word that tells of peace, Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. We love to sing below For mercies freely given ; But, oh, we long to know The triumph-song of heaven. Lord Jesus, give us grace On earth to love Thee more, In heaven to see Thy face, And with Thy saints adore. First three verses by William Bullock, 1854, last three by Sir Henry W. Baker, 1 86 1 . x 2 308 GENERAL. 306 8. 5- 8. 3. ART thou wean r , art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest ? " Come to Me," saith One, " and coming Be at rest." Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side." Hath He diadem as monarch That His brow adorns ? " Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns." If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here ? " Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last ? " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past." If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay ? " Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away." Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless ? u Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins, Answer, Yes." John M. Neale, 1862, from the Greek of S. Stephen the Sabaite, ►[« 794. GENERAL. 309 307 8. 6. 8. 6. 4. 9. WHO shall ascend to the holy place, And stand on the holy hill ? Who shall the boundless realms of space With shouts of rapture thrill? Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! The servants of the Lord are they, The pure in heart and hand, For whom the eternal bars give way, The eternal gates expand ! Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! Not to the noble, not to the strong, To the wealthy, or the wise, Is given a part in that angel-song, That music of the skies ; Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! But those who in humble and holy fear, With child-like faith and love, Have served the Lord as their Master here, Shall praise the Lord above. Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! And chiefly those who in youth to Him Their morn of life have given, With Cherubim and Seraphim, And all the host of heaven — Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! — Shall stand in robes of purest white, And to the Lamb shall raise The song that rests not day and night, The eternity of praise. Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth ! Thomas E. Hankinson^ 1840. 3IO GENERAL. 308 Six 6's. O THOU not made with hands, Not throned above the skies, Nor walled with shining walls, Nor framed with stones of price, More bright than gold or gem, God's own Jerusalem ! Where'er the gentle heart Finds courage from above ; Where'er the heart forsook Warms with the breath of love ; Where faith bids fear depart, City of God, thou art ! Thou art where'er the proud In humbleness melts down ; Where self itself yields up ; W T here martyrs win their crown ; Where faithful souls possess Themselves in perfect peace. Where in life's common ways With cheerful feet we go ; Where in His steps we tread Who trod the way of woe ; Where He is in the heart, City of God, thou art ! Not throned above the skies ; Nor golden- walled afar, But where Christ's two or three In His name gathered are, Be in the midst of them, God's own Jerusalem ! Fracnis T. Palgrave. 1867* ANTHEMS AND INTROITS. i SLEEPERS awake ! a voice is calling, it is the watchman on the walls ; thou city of Jerusalem ! For lo ! the Bridegroom comes ! Arise and take your lamps! Hallelujah! Awake! His kingdom is at hand ! Go forth to meet your Lord ! Philip Nicolai {Mendelssohn). O GOD, who by the leading of a star didst manifest Thy only-begotten Son to the Gentiles ; mercifully grant, that we, which know Thee now by faith, may after this life have the fruition of Thy glorious Godhead ; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Collect for the Epiphany (W. S. Bambridge), ENTER not into judgement with Thy servant, O Lord, for in Thy sight shall no man living be justified. Psalm cxliii. 2 (Attwood). 312 ANTHEMS AND INTRO ITS. INCLINE Thine ear to me, Lord, make haste to deliver me ; save me for Thy mercies' sake. {Himmel). LORD for Thy tender mercies' sake, lay not our sins to our charge, but forgive that is past, and give us grace to amend our sinful lives, to decline from sin, and incline to virtue : that we may walk with a perfect heart before Thee now and evermore. {F arrant). 6 LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks : so longeth my soul after Thee, O God. Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul ; and why art thou so disquieted within me ? O put thy trust in God. Psalm xlii. i, 6, 7 (Novelld). 7 • CALL to remembrance, O Lord, Thy tender mercies : and Thy loving-kindnesses, which have been ever of old. O remember not the sins and offences of my youth : but according to Thy mercy think Thou upon me, O Lord, for Thy goodness. Psalm xxv. 5, 6 (Farrant). ANTHEMS AND INTROITS. 3 ! 3 8 REND your hearts and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God ; for He is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth Him of the evil. Joel ii. 13. NOW, saith the Lord, turn ye ever to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning ; And rend your hearts and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God ; for He is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth Him of the evil. Joel ii. 12, 13 (Macfarreri). IO TURN Thy face from my sins, and put out all my misdeeds. Make me a clean heart, O God ! and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Psalm li. 9 — 11 (Attwood). I I CAST thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee ; He never will suffer the righteous to fall ; He is at thy right hand. Thy mercy, Lord, is great, and far above the heavens. Let none be made ashamed that wait upon Thee. {Mendelssohn). 31 4 A XT HEMS AXD INTRO ITS. 12 FOR our offences Jesus took upon Him humility, and unto death even upon the cross became He obedient ; God therefore Him hath exalted, and on Him a name hath bestowed high above even- mortal name. Amen. (Mendelssohn). 13 CHRIST our passover is sacrificed for us : there- fore let us keep the feast, not with the old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness ; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth. 1 Cor. v. 7, 8 (Goss). H FOR if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him. Amen. 1 Thess. iv. 14 (Maefarren). O HOLY GHOST, into our minds Send down Thy heavenly light, Kindle our hearts with fervent zeal To serve God day and night. Thou art the very Comforter In grief and all distress, The heavenly gift of God most high, No tongue can it express. Such measure of Thy powerful grace Grant to us, Lord, we pray, That Thou mayst be our Comforter At the last awful day. Macfarren). ANTHEMS AND INTROITS. 3 r 5 16 GOD is a Spirit : and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth. John iv. 24 (Stemdale Be?inett). 17 O PRAISE God in His holiness : praise Him in the firmament of His power. Praise Him in His noble acts : praise Him according to His excellent greatness. Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet : praise Him upon the lute and harp. Praise Him in the cymbals and dances : praise Him upon the strings and pipe. Praise Him upon the well-tuned cymbals : praise Him upon the loud cymbals. Let everything that hath breath : praise the Lord. Psalm cl. (Weldon). 18 NOT unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name give the praise : for Thy loving mercy, and for Thy truth's sake. Psalm cxv. 1 {W aim is ley). 19 O LORD, how manifold are Thy works: in wisdom hast Thou made them all, the earth is full of Thy riches. " The valleys stand so thick with corn that they laugh and sing." Psalm civ. 24 {Barnby). 3l6 ANTHEMS AND INTROITS. 20 THINE, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty ; for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is Thine ; Thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and Thou art exalted as head over all. 1 Chron. xxix. 11 {Kent). 21 WE will rejoice in Thy salvation, and triumph in the name of the Lord our God : the Lord perform all thy petitions. Now know I that the Lordhelpeth His Anointed and will hear him from His holy heaven : even with the saving strength of His right hand. Some put their trust in chariots and some in horses : but we will remember the name of the Lord our God. Psalm xx. 5 — 7 {Croft). 22 PRAISED be the Lord daily : even the God who helpeth us, and poureth His benefits upon us. He is our God, even the God of whom cometh salvation : God is the Lord, by whom we escape death. Psalm lxviii. 19, 20 {Ebdon). ANTHEMS AND INTRO ITS. 3*7 23 O HOW amiable are Thy dwellings : Thou Lord of hosts : My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God. Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house : they will be always praising Thee. Psalm lxxxiv. 1, 2, 4 {Richardson), 24 BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ; By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead ; Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed. {Bishop Hebe?:) 2 5 O LORD my God, hear Thou the prayer Thy servant prayeth : have Thou respect unto his prayer. Hear Thou in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and when Thou nearest, Lord, forgive. 1 Kings viii. 28 {Malan). 3 I S ANTHEMS AND J XT RO ITS. 26 HEAR my prayer, O Lord : give ear to my supplication. In Thy faithfulness answer me, and in Thy righteousness. Psalm cxliii. 1 {Winter), 27 TEACH me, Lord, the way of Thy statutes : and I shall keep it unto the end. Give me understanding, and I shall keep Thy law : yea, I shall keep it with my whole heart. Make me to go in the path of Thy testimonies : for therein is my desire. Incline my heart unto Thy testimonies : and not to covetousness. Behold my delight is in Thy commandments : O quicken me in Thy righteousness. Psalm cxix. 33 — 36, 40 (Rogers). 28 TEACH me Thy way, O Lord, and I will walk in Thy truth : O knit my heart unto Thee, that I may fear Thy name. Psalm lxxxvi. 1 1. 29 TEACH me, O Lord, the way of Thy statutes ; and I shall keep it unto the end. Psalm cxix. 33 (Attwood). ANTHEMS AND INTRO ITS. 3 J 9 30 TO Thee, O Lord, I yield my spirit, Who break' st in love this mortal chain ! My life I but from Thee inherit, And death becomes my chiefest gain. In Thee I live, in Thee I die, Content, for Thou art ever nigh. George Neumark (Mendelssohn), 31 I HAVE set God alvvay before me : for He is on my right hand, therefore shall I not fall. Wherefore my heart was glad, and my glory rejoiced : my flesh also shall rest in hope. For Thou wilt not leave my soul in heil, neither shalt Thou suffer Thy Holy One to see corruption. Thou shalt shew me the path of life ; in Thy presence is fulness of joy : and at Thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore. Psalm xvi. 9 — 12 (Blake). INDICES. INDEX OF SUBJECTS. Hymns Morning , x — 12 Midday i- Evening 14—40 Sunday 41 — 48 Advent 49 — 66 Christmas 67 — 70 End of Year 71 Epiphany 72 — 77 Septuagesima 78 Ash Wednesday 79 — 81 Lent 82 — 97 Palm Sunday 98 — 99 Passion Week 100 — 103 Good Friday 104 — 106 Easter Eve 107 — 10S Easter 109— 115 Ascension 116 — 121 Whitsuntide 122 — 129 Trinity 130 — 132 Saints' Days 133 — 139 St. Michael and All Angel- 14° — J 4 2 All Saints 143—145 Ember Days 146 — 147 Confirmation 148 — *53 Holy Communion *54 — J 6.-$ Funeral 164—165 Missions 166— 171 Almsgiving J 72 Y 2 324 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. Hymn Harvest . 173 — 175 For those at Sea 176 Commemoration 177 First Sunday of Term . 178 Last Sunday of Term 179 — 180 General : — Praise 181 — 209 Prayer 210—260 Faith 261—293 Hope 294—308 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Adams, Sarah Flower, 288 Addison, Joseph, 187, 198, 278 Alexander, Cecil Frances, 64, 117, 127, 139, 168, 260 Alford, Henry, 152, 293 Anonymous, 11, 22, 48, 109. 124, 251, 296 Anstice, Joseph, 21, 174, 272 Armstrong, John, 146 Auber, Harriet, 126, 286 Austin, John, 269 Baker, Henry William, 104, 137. 202, 270, 279, 300, 305 Barry, Alfred, 44 Bere, Charles Sandford, 173 Blake, Thomas William Jex, 186 Bonar, Horatius, 63. 289 Bright, William, 6, 33, 159 Brown, Thomas Edward, 263 Browne, Simon, 123 Buckoll, Henry J. 9. 177, 178, 179, 267 Bullock, William, 305 Carlyle, Joseph Dacre, 231 Caswall, Edward, 36, 61, 74 Cennick, John, 52, 240, 301 Chandler, John, 7, 62 Collins, Henry, 236 Collyer, William Bengo, 65 Conder, Josiah, 143, 155 Cooper, J. 132 Cosin, John, 122 Cutterill, Thomas, 42. 22 > Cotton, George Edward Lynch, 184 Cowper, William, 230, 271 Cox, Frances Elizabeth, 112, 135 Cummins, James J. 243 IXx, William Chatterton, 73 Doane, George Washington, 274 Doddridge, Philip, 56, 154, 225, 277 Downton, Henry, 71 Duncan, Mary Lundie, 133 326 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Edmeston, James, 19, 222 Ellerton, John, 28, 43, 165 Elliott, Charlotte, 81, 93, 211, 255. 290 Everest, Charles W. 91 Faber, Frederick William, 25 Farmer, Sarah, 156 Farrar, Frederic William, 140, 196 Gascoigne, George, 3 Grant, Robert, 87, 1:0, 194 Gurney. John Hampden, 92, 182, 2^2 Hankinson, Thomas Edwards, 307 Haweis, Thomas, 86 Heathcote, William Beadon, 26 Heber. Reginald, 34, 59, 60, 72, 88, 89, 99, 130. 136. 164. r 209 Heginbotham, Ottiwell, 216 Hinds. Samuel, 149 How, William Walsham, 150, 217. 252 Keble, John, 2, 15, 78, 125, 175, 213 Kelly, Thomas, 17, 303 Kempthorne, John, 160, 206 Ken. Thomas, 1, 14 Kethe, William, 192 Latham, 221 Longfellow, Samuel, 23 Lyte, Henry Francis, 24, 189, 204. 205, 233. 25 Macduff, John Robert, 273 Maitland, Fanny Fuller, 294 Mant. Richard, 96, 105, 142 Mardley, John, 79 Marriott, John, 167 Massie, Richard, 10 Maude, Mary Fawler, 151 Merrick, James, 249 Milman, Henry Hart, 83, 98, 101 Monsell, John Samuel Bewley, 268 M otgomery, James, 20, 58, 68, 94, 102, 134, 147, 158, 169, 207, 254, 284. 302 Moultrie, John, 107 Neale, Juhn Mason, 35, 37, 141, 297, 29S, 306 Neele, — , 241 Newman, John Henry, 291 Newton, John, 199, 248, 261, 275. 2S3 Oakeley, Frederick, 69 Osier, Edward, ioi, 207 INDEX OF AUTHORS. 2> 2 7 Palgrave, Francis Turner, 5, 29, 30, 214, 244, 308 Palmer, Ray, 90, 162 Pott, Francis, in Prynne, George Rundle, 232 Quarks, John, 226 Robinson, Richard Hayes, 27 Rorison, Gilbert, 131 Scott, Walter, 51 Shirley, Walter, 247 Shrubsole, William, 18 Simpson, Jane Cross, 210 Stanley, Arthur Penrhyn, 49, 50, 119 Steele, Anne, 257 Stone, Samuel John, 144 Tate and Brady, 67, 80, 171, 188, 190, 191, 218, 219, 282 Thring, Godfrey, 31, 95, 256, 295 Toke, Emma, 118 Toplady, Augustus Montague, 103 Twells, Henry, 32 Unknown, 138, 200, 250, 253 Walker, John, 246 Watts, Isaac, 41, 57, 106, 170, 193, 195, 208, 276, 285, 299 Wesley, Charles, 4, 12, 16, 52 --55, 70, 85, no, 116, 145, 153, 203, 215, 228, 229, 234, 237, 242, 258, 266 Wesley, John, 84, 280, 281 Whately, Richard, 34 , White, Henry Kirke, 294 Whiting, William, 176 Williams, Isaac, 45, 97, 224 Williams, William, 245 Winkworth, Catherine, 8, 38—40, 46, 47, 66, 75- 77, 82, 108, 113 — 115, 120, 121, 128, 129, 148, 157, 180, 183, 185, 201, 2! 2, 223, 227, 235, 238, 262, 264, 265 Woodford, James Russell, 163, 239 Wordsworth, Christopher, 172 Wordsworth, William, 13 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN A few more years shall roll 63 A tower of strength our God cloth stand 267 Abide among us with Thy grace 227 Abide with me ; fast falls the eventide 24 According to Thy gracious word 158 Again as evening shadows fall 23 All is o'er ; the pain, the sorrow 107 All people that on earth do dwell T92 All praise to Him who dwells in bliss 16 All praise to Thee, my God, this night 14 And now, O Father, mindful of the love 159 Angels from the realms of glory 63 Around the throne of God a band 141 Art thou weary, art thou languid 306 As every day Thy mercy spares 18 As pants the hart for cooling streams 282 As Thou didst rest, O Father, o'er nature's finished birth . 44 As with gladness men of old ...... 73 At even ere the sun was set 32 At Thy feet, O Christ, we lay 6 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 1 Re Thou my guardian and my guide 224 Be with me, Lord, where'er 1 go 240 Before Jehovah's awful throne 193 Before the ending of the day 35 Beset with snares on every hand 277 Blessed Jesus, at Thy word 46 Blest are the pure in heart 213 Blest be Thy love, dear Lord 269 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 53 Bread of Heaven, on Thee we feed 155 Brief life is here our portion 297 Bright the vision that delighted 142 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 72 By the cross sad vigil keeping ic5 33° INDEX OF FIRST LINES* HYMN Call Jehovah thy salvation 284 Captain of Israel's host, and guide 266 Cease, my soul, thy tribulation 263 Children of the heavenly King 301 Christ the Lord is risen again 115 Chnst the Lord is risen to-day no Christ, whose glory fills the skies • 4 Christian, seek not yet repose . . .„ 211 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 123 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 122 Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord 129 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 208 Come, my soul, thou must be waking 11 Come, O Saviour long expected 54 Come, sons of God, awake 42 Come, thou bright and morning star 10 Come to a desert place apart 239 Commit thou all thy griefs 280 Day of wrath, O dreadful day . ; 5° Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness 157 Draw us to Thee ; L yrd Jesus 120 Earth has many a noble city 74 Ere another Sabbath's close 48 Eternal Father, strong to save 176 Eternal God, we look to Thee 249 Far from my heavenly home 233 Father, before Thy throne of light 140 Father, by Thy love and power 21 Father, hear Thy children's praises 177 Father of heaven, whose love profound . . 132 Father of mercies, let our ways 250 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss . 257 For ever with the Lord 3°2 For Thy mercy and Thy grace 71 Forgive, O Lord, our wanderings past 160 Forth from the dark and stormy sky 89 Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go 12 From all who dwell below the skies 195 From Egypt's bondage come 303 From Greenland's icy mountains 166 From Sion's hill my help descends 287 From Thy heavenly throne 148 Glorious things of thee are spoken 283 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight 185 Go to dark Gethsemane . . 102 Go when the morning shineth 210 God and Father, great and holy 196 God moves in a mysterious way 271 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 33 J HVMN God of mercy, God of grace 189 God of mercy, throned on high 241 God, that madest earth and heaven . . 31 Great God, what do I see and hear 65 Great Shepherd of Thy people, hear ■ . 248 Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah 245 Hail the day that sees Him rise 116 Hail to the Lord's Anointed • 58 Hark, a thrilling voice is sounding 61 Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes 56 Hark, the herald angels sing ...... 70 Hark, the song of jubilee 169 Have mercy, Lord, on me 80 He is gone beyond the skies £19 Heal me, O my Saviour, heal 95 Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy wings 121 Holy Father, cheer our way 27 Holy Ghost, my Comforter 128 Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty 130 Hosanna to the living Lord 99 How beauteous are their feet 17° How shall the young preserve their ways 219 How sweet trie name of Jesus sounds 199 I praised the earth in beauty seen 181 If God be on my side 265 In the bonds of death He lay 113 In the hour of trial 94 In token that thou shalt not fear 152 Is thy heart athirst to know 77 Jerusalem, my happy home 296 Jerusalem the Golden 298 Jesu, lover of my soul 85 Jesu, meek and gentle 232 Jesu, my Lord, my God, my all 236 Jesu, my Saviour, look on me 273 Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 139 Jesus Christ is risen to-day 109 Jesus lives ! no longer now 112 Jesus, Lord, we kneel before Thee 243 Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee 229 Jesus, our Redeemer, lives 114 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 57 Jesus Thou joy of Lving hearts 162 Jesu.-, where'er Thy people meet 230 Just as I am, without one plea 81 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gl ,om 291 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us . * 222 Leave God to order all thy ways 262 Let me be with Thee where Thou art 255 33- INDEX OF FIR SI FIXES. Let saints on earth in concert sing 145 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates 66 Light of light, enlighten me 47 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 242 Lo, He omes with clouds descending 5 2 Lo, heaven and earth and sea and air 183 Lo, round the throne at God's right hand 133 Lord, as to Thy dear Cross we flee 92 Lord, behold us with Thy blessing 17 8 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill 247 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Thanks 179 Lord God of morning and of night 5 Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart 215 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day 97 Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead 175 Lord Jesus, who our souls to save 10S Lord of mercy and of might 88 Lord of my life, whose tender care 22 Lord of pjwer and Lord of might 256 Lord of the harvest, once again _ 174 Lord, pour Thy Spirit from on high i47 Lord, shall Thy children come to Thee 149 Lord, Thy children guide and keep 15° Lord, Thy death and passion give 82 Lord, Thy word abideth 270 Lord, to Thine altar we draw near 15 6 Lord, we thank Thee for the pleasure 186 Lord, when we bend before Tiiy throne 231 Lord, who once from heaven descending 221 Love divine, all love excelling 25 8 Morn of morns, and day of days 45 My faith looks up to Thee 90 My God, and is Thy table spread 154 My God, my Father, while I stray 290 Nearer, my G:>d, to Thee 288 New every morning is the love 2 Now ail the woods are sleeping 40 Now at the night's return we raise 33 Now thank we all our God 201 Now the labourer's task is o'er 165 Now the morn new light is pouring 9 O Chr'.st, our true and only Light 7 6 O come, all ye faithful . 69 O come, loud anthems let us sing 19 1 O Father, who uidst all things make 26 O for a heart to praise my God 228 O God, I long Thy light to see 235 O God of glory, God of grace 259 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord 19° INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 333 H Y M N God of Israel, by whose hand 225 O God, our help in ages past 285! O God, Thou art my God alone 20* O God, unseen, yet ever near 161 O G*">d, with whom the happy dead 143, O help us, Lord, each hour cf need 83 O holy Lord, content to live 217 O Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace 7 O Tesus, Lord, the Way, the Truth 13 8 O King of glory, David's Son 75 O King of kings, before whose throne 226 Light of life, O Saviour dear 3° O Lord, how happy should we be 272 O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea 172 O Lord, turn not Thy face away 79 praise our great and gracious Lord 286 O sacred head, surrounded 104 O Saviour, is Thy promise fled 59 O Thou, from whom all goodness flows ......... 86 O thou not made with hands 308 O Thou, of God the Father 223 O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend 93 O Thou, to whose all-searching sight 84 O Thou, who earnest from above 234 O Thou, who hast at Thy command 220 O Thou, who makest souls to shine 146 O what if we are Christ's 137 O where shall rest be found 254 O worship the King, all glorious above 194 Oft in danger, oft in woe 294 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 62 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 126 Our Father, guide those streams aright 251 Pleasant are Thy courts above 3°4 Pour down Thy Spirit, gracious Lord 261 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven 204 Praise the Lord, His glories show 205 Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore Him 206 Put thou thy trust in God 281 Rejoice in Christ alway 200 Rejoice, the Lord is King 203 Rejoice to-day with one accord 202 Ride on, ride on in majesty 98 Rock of ages, cleft for me 103 Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise 28 Saviour, blessed Saviour 295 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 19 Saviour, when in dust to Thee 100 Soldiers of Christ, arise 153 334 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN* Son of Man, to Thee we cry Son^s of praise the angels sang 207 Souls in heathen darkness lying 168 Spirit of God, that moved of old 127 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love 124 Star of morn and even 29 Strive aright when God d ;th call thee 212 Sun of my soul, Thou Savi ;ur dear . . 15 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 41 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 25 Take up the cross, the Saviour said 91 That day of wrath, that dreadful day 51 The Church's one foundation 144 The day is past and over 37 The eternal gates lift up their heads 117 The happy sunshine all is gone 38 The King of love my Shepherd is 279 The Lord is come ! on Syrian soil 49 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 278 The Lord of might from Sinai's brow 60 The night is come wherein at last we rest 39 The radiant morn hath past away 31 The roseate hues of early dawn 260 The Son of God goes forth to war J36 The spacious firmament on high 187 The strife is o'er, the battle won 111 The sun is sinking fast 36 m Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, Thee 163 There is a blessed home 300 There is a book, who runs may read 78 There is a land of pure delight 299 There was joy in heaven 209 Thine for ever, God of love 151 This is the day of light 43 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not lament thee . . 164 Thou art gone up on high 118 Thou art the Way, by Thee alone 274 Thou boundless source of every good 216 Thou hast gone before us, Lord 238 Thou Judge of quick and dead 55 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known 218 Thou, whose almighty word 167 Though we long in sin-wrought blindness 244 Three in One, and One in Three . 131 Through all the changing scenes of life 188 Through the day Thy love hath spared us . 17 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 2S9 To bless Thy chosen race 171 To Thee, loving Saviour, our spirits turn for rest .... 268 Try us, God, and search the ground 237 Up to the throne of God is borne 13 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN We love the place, O Lord 305 We name Thy name. God 214 We plough the fields and scatter 173 We >aw Thee not, when Thou didst tread 292 We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth 184 We walk by faith and not by sight When all Thy mercies, O my God 19S When Christ from heaven came down of old 64 When gathering clouds around I view 87 When God of old came down from heaven 123 When I survey the wondrous Cross 106 When our heads are bowed with woe 101 When the Lord recalls the banished 180 While shepherds watched their flocks by night 67 While we in supplication join 246 While yet the morajs breaking Who are these in bright array 134 Who are these like stars appearing 1 35 Who puts his trust in God most just 264 Who shall ascend to the holy place 307 Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint 276 Why should I fear the darkest hour 275 With trembling awe the chosen three 252 Wondrous v, as Thy path on earth 253 Ye boundless realms of joy 197 Ye that have spent the silent night Yes, God is good ; in earth and sky 182 THE END. London; K. 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