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 CAMP-MEETING HYMNS, 
 
 OLD AND NEW. 
 
 Set to JHttsir. 
 
 SELECTED BY G. W. HEXRY, 
 
 AUTHOR OF "EGYPT, TWILIGHT, AN'B £ETJLAH.'* 
 
 And he hath put a new song in ray mouth. — Psa. xl, 8. 
 
 AUBURN : 
 
 WILLIAM J. MOSES 
 1855. 
 
 

SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 THE LIFE OF A CHRISTIAN". 
 
 A mixture of joy and trouble I daily do pass through, 
 Sometimes I'm in a valley sinking down with woe ; 
 Sometimes I am exalted, on eagle's wings I fly, 
 I rise above old Pisgah, and almost reach the sky. 
 
 Sometimes I am a doubting, and think I have no 
 
 grace ; 
 Sometimes I am a shouting, and Bethel is the place ; 
 Sometimes my hope 's so little I think I'll throw it by ; 
 Sometimes it is sufficient, if I were call'd to die. 
 
 Sometimes I shun the Christian, for fear he'll talk to 
 
 me; 
 Sometimes he is the neighbour I long the most to 
 
 see ; 
 Sometimes we meet together, the season's dry and 
 
 dull ; 
 Sometimes we find a blessing, with joy it fills my souL 
 
 Sometimes I am oppress'd by Pharaoh's cruel hand ; 
 
 Sometimes I look o'er Jordan, and view the prom- 
 ised land ; 
 
 Sometimes I am in darkness, sometimes I'm in the 
 light; 
 
 Sometimes my soul takes wings of faith, and then I 
 speed my flight. 
 
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4 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Sometimes I go a mourning down Babylon's cold 
 
 stream ; 
 Sometimes my Lord's religion appears to be my 
 
 theme ; 
 Sometimes when I am praying, it seems almost a 
 
 task ; 
 Sometimes I find a blessing, the greatest I can ask. 
 
 Sometimes I read my Bible, and 'tis a sealed book; 
 Sometimes I find a blessing wherever I do look ; 
 Sometimes I go to meeting, and wish myself at 
 
 home ; 
 Sometimes I meet my Jesus, and then I'm glad I 
 
 come. 
 
 Lord, why am I thus tossed, thus tossed to and fro ? 
 Why are my hopes thus crossed wherever I do go ? 
 O Lord, thou never changest, but 't is because I stray ; 
 Lord, grant me thine assistance, and keep me in thy 
 way. 
 
 » 
 
 THE MEAL AND CRUSE OF OIL. 
 
 By the poor widow's oil and meal 
 
 Elijah was sustain'd ; 
 Though small the stock, it lasted well, 
 
 For God the store maintain'd. 
 
 It seem'd as if from day to day, 
 
 They were to eat and die ; 
 But still, though in a secret way, 
 
 He sent a fresh supply. 
 
 Thus to his poor he still will give 
 
 Jus! for the present hour ; 
 But, for to-morrow, they must live 
 
 Upon his word and power. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 No barn or storehouse they possess 
 On which they can depend, 
 
 Yet have no cause to fear distress, 
 For Jesus is their friend. 
 
 Then let not doubts your mind assail; 
 
 Kemember, God has said, 
 " The cruse and barrel shall not fail, 
 
 My people shall be fed." 
 
 And thus, though faint it often seems, 
 He keeps their grace alive ; 
 
 Supplied by his refreshing streams, 
 Their dying hopes revive. 
 
 Though in ourselves we have no stock, 
 
 The Lord is nigh to save ; 
 His door fiies open *when we knock, 
 
 And 'tis but ask and have. 
 
 A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CHILDREN OF 
 GOD, IN A DIALOGUE. 
 
 What poor despised company 
 
 Of travellers are these, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 
 Along that rugged maze ? 
 
 Ah ! these are of a royal line, 
 
 All children of a King ; 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 
 And lo ! for joy they sing. 
 
 Why do they then appear sormean, 
 And why so much despised ? 
 
 Because of their rich robes unseen 
 The world is not apprised. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 But some of them seem poor, distressed, 
 
 And lacking daily bread ; 
 Ah ! they 're of boundless wealth possess^ 
 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
 But why keep they that narrow road, 
 
 That rugged thorny maze ? 
 "Why that's the way their Leader trod— *- 
 
 They love and keep His ways. 
 
 Why must they shun the pleasant path 
 That worldlings love so well ? 
 
 Because that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 What ! is there then no other road, 
 
 To Salem's happy ground ? 
 Christ is the only way to God — 
 
 None other can be found. 
 
 A WARNING TO SINNERS. 
 
 When pity prompts me to look round 
 
 Upon this fellow clay, 
 See men reject the gospel sound, 
 
 Good God ! what shall I say ? 
 
 My bowels yearn for dying men, 
 
 Doom'd to eternal woe ; 
 Fain would I speak, but 'tis in vain, 
 
 If God does not speak too. 
 
 O ! sinners, sinners, won't you hear, 
 When in God's name I come ? 
 
 Upon your peril do n't forbear, 
 Lest hell should be your doom. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Now is the time, the accepted hour, 
 
 O ! sinners, come away ; 
 The Saviour 's knocking at your door, 
 
 Arise, without delay. 
 
 O ! do n't refuse to give him room, 
 Lest mercy should withdraw ; 
 
 He '11 then in robes of vengeance come, 
 To execute his law. 
 
 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, 
 
 If destitute of grace, 
 When you your injured Judge shall see, 
 
 And stand before his face ? 
 
 O ! could you shun that dreadful sight, 
 
 How would you wish to fly 
 To the dark shades of endless night, 
 
 From that all-searching eye ? 
 
 But death and hell must all appear, 
 And you among them stand, 
 
 Before the great impartial bar, 
 Arraign 'd at Christ's left hand. 
 
 No yearning bowels — pity then 
 
 Shall not affect my heart ; 
 No, I shall surely say Amen 
 
 When Christ bids you depart 
 
 Let not these warnings be in vain, 
 
 But lend a list'ning ear, 
 Lest you should meet them all again 
 
 When wrapt in keen despair. 
 
SPIRITUAL SCtfTGS. 
 
 SAW YE MY SAVIOUR? 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour ? Saw ye my Saviour ? 
 Saw ye my Saviour and God ? 
 O ! he died on Calvary, 
 To atone for you and me, 
 And to purchase our pardon with blood. 
 
 He was extended ! he was extended ! 
 Painfully nailed to the cross ; 
 
 O ! he bow'd his head and died ! 
 
 Thus my Lord was crucified, . 
 To atone for a world that was lost. 
 
 Jesus hung bleeding ! Jesus hung bleeding ! 
 
 Three dreadful hours in pain ; 
 And the solid rocks were rent 
 Through creation's vast extent, 
 
 When the Jews crucified God's dear Son. 
 
 Darkness prevailed ! darkness prevailed ! 
 Darkness prevail'd o'er the land ; 
 
 And the sun refused to shine, 
 
 When His Majesty divine 
 Was derided, insulted, and slain. 
 
 When it was finish 'd — when it was finish'd, 
 
 And the atonement was made, 
 He was taken by the great, 
 And embalm r d with_ spices sweet, 
 
 And in a new sepulchre was laid. 
 
 nail, mighty Saviour ! hail, mighty Saviour ! 
 
 The Prince and Author of Peace ! 
 O ! he burst the bands of death, 
 And triumphant from the earth 
 
 He ascended to mansions of bliss. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 There interceding — there interceding ! 
 Pleading that sinners may live — 
 
 Crying, " Father, I have died ! 
 
 O, behold my hands, .my side ! 
 O, forgive them, I pray thee, forgive." 
 
 u I will forgive them ! ' I will forgive them ! 
 If they '11 repent and believe ; 
 
 Let them now come unto thee, 
 
 And be reconciled to me, 
 And salvation they all shall receive." 
 
 SCEPTIC, SPARE THAT BOOK ! 
 
 Sceptic, spare that Book ! 
 
 Touch not a single leaf! 
 Nor on its pages look 
 
 With eye of unbelief ; * 
 
 'T was my forefathers' stay 
 
 In the hour of agony ; 
 Sceptic, go thy way, 
 
 And lqt that old Book be ! 
 
 That good old Book of Life. 
 
 For centuries has stood 
 Unharm'd, amid the strife, 
 
 When the earth was drunk with blood : 
 And wouldst thou harm it now, 
 
 And have its truths forgot ? 
 Sceptic, forbear thy blow, 
 
 Thy hand shall harm it not ! 
 
 Its very name recalls 
 
 The happy hours of youth, 
 When, in my grandsire's halls, 
 
 I heard its tales of truth : 
 
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 I Ve seen Ms white hair flow 
 O'er that volume as he read ; 
 
 But that was long ago, 
 
 And the good old man is dead. 
 
 My dear grandmother, too, 
 
 When I was but a boy — 
 I 've seen her eye of blue 
 
 Weep o'er it tears of joy ; 
 Their traces linger still, 
 
 And dear they are to me : 
 Sceptic, forego thy will ; 
 
 Go, let that old Book be ! 
 
 THE GOSPEL STEAMER. 
 
 I received a gospel letter, 
 
 From glory lately come, 
 That my passage over Jordan 
 
 Was purchased by the Lamb. 
 
 Chorus.^ — Yes, we'll land on Canaan's shore ; 
 O, he '11 land us on the shore ; 
 Yes, we '11 land on Canaan's shore, 
 And be safe forever more. 
 
 I step'd on board the steamer - 
 
 Constructed by the Lord — 
 Prepared to sail that very day 
 
 He spill'd his precious blood : 
 
 Her bulwarks are of love divine — 
 
 My Saviour is the door ; 
 Our garments are of linen fine, 
 
 Both lovely, white and pure. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 11 
 
 Against both wind and weather 
 This glorious steamboat sails — 
 
 The Holy Spirit driveth her 
 With sweet and pleasant gales. 
 
 O, we^have a band of music, 
 
 That charmeth us along — 
 This tune we play along the way, 
 
 " Come, sinners, join the song." 
 
 Ttook my gospel telescope 
 
 To view the promised land — 
 On the other side of Jordan 
 
 I saw the precious Lamb. 
 
 When I set out for glory 
 
 I had Jesus in my view — 
 But now I have him in my heart, 
 
 And glory I '11 pursue. 
 
 And when we reach that happy land 
 
 All heaven will rejoice ; 
 For the lovely name of Jesus 
 
 Shall sound from every voice. 
 
 We'll stand upon the sea of glass, 
 
 All mingled too with fire — 
 And there we'll all shout victory, 
 
 And join the heavenly choir. 
 
 CHRIST IN THE GARDEN". 
 
 Wcen nature was sinking in stillness to rest, 
 And the sun's fading beams shone dim in the west, 
 O'er fields, by the moonlight, to a lonely glade, 
 In deep meditation I wandering stray'd. 
 
12 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 While passing a garden a sound struck my ear, ■ 
 A voice faint and falt'ring from one that was near ; 
 The voice of a mourner affected my heart, 
 One pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part. 
 
 In off 'ring to Heaven his agonized prayer, 
 He spoke of the torments the sinner must bear ; 
 His life, as a ransom, he offer'd to give, 
 That sinners, redeem'd, in glory might live. 
 
 I listen'd a moment, then turnld to see 
 What Man of Compassion this stranger could be ; 
 When, lo ! I discover'd, knelt on the cold earth, 
 The loveliest being that ever had birth. 
 
 His mantle was wet with the dews of the night, 
 His locks, by the moonlight, were glist'ning and 
 
 bright ; 
 His tear-bedimm'd eyes towards heaven were raised, 
 While angels, in wonder, stood round him amazed. 
 
 So deep was his sorrow, so fervent he pray'd, 
 That blood from each pore with sweat mingled and 
 
 stray'd : 
 I wept to behold him, and ask'd him his name ; 
 He answer'd, " 'T is Jesus ! — from heaven I came. 
 
 " I am thy Redeemer — for thee I must die : 
 The cup is most painful, but cannot pass by ; 
 Thy sins like a mountain are laid upon me, 
 And all this deep anguish I suffer for thee !" 
 
 I heard with attention the tale of his woe, 
 While tears like a fountain of waters did flow ; 
 The cause of his sorrow, to hear him repeat, 
 Affected my heart, and I fell at his feet 
 
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 I trembled with terror, and loudly did cry, 
 " Lord ! save a poor sinner ? — O save, or I die !" 
 He cast his eyes on me, and whispered, " Live ! 
 Thy sins which are many I freely forgive !" 
 
 How sweet was that moment he bade me rejoice ! 
 His smiles, O how pleasant ! how cheering his voice ! 
 I fled from the garden to spread it abroad ; 
 I shouted " Salvation ! — O glory to God !" 
 
 I 'm now on my journey to mansions above, 
 My soul 's full of glory, of peace, light and love ; 
 I think of the garden, the prayer and the tears 
 Of that loving stranger who banish'd my fears. 
 
 The day of bright glory is rolling around, 
 When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound — ■ 
 My soul then in raptures of glory will rise 
 To gaze on the stranger with unclouded eyes. 
 
 CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 The Son of Man they did betray, 
 He was condemned and led away ! 
 Think, O my* soul, on that dread day — 
 
 Look on Mount Calvary ! 
 Behold him, lamb-like, led along, 
 Surrounded by a wicked throng, 
 Accused by each lying tongue, 
 As then the Lamb of God they hung 
 
 Upon the shameful tree ! 
 
 'Twas thus the glorious suff'rer stood, 
 With hands and feet nail'd to the wood ; 
 From ev'ry wound a stream of blood 
 Came flowing down amain : 
 
14 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 His bitter groans all nature shook, 
 And at his voice the rocks were broke, 
 The sleeping saints their graves forsook, 
 While spiteful Jews around him mock'd 
 And laughed at his pain. 
 
 Now, hung between the earth and skies, 
 
 Behold ! in agony he dies ! 
 
 O, sinners, hear his mournful cries, 
 
 See his tormenting pains ! 
 The morning sun withdrew his light, 
 Blush'd, and refused to view the sight ; 
 The azure clothed in robes of night, 
 All nature mourn'd, and stood affright, 
 
 When Christ the Lord was slain. 
 
 Hark ! men and angels, hear the Son ! 
 He cries for help — but O, there 's none ; 
 He treads the wine-press all alone, 
 
 His garments stain'd with blood : 
 In lamentation hear him cry 
 " Eloi, lama sabachthani !" 
 Though death may close his languid eyes, 
 He soon will mount up to the skies, 
 
 The conq'ring Son of God. 
 
 The Jews and Romans, in a band, 
 With hearts like steel, around him stand, 
 •And mocking, say, fi Come, save the land ; 
 
 Come, try thyself to free !" 
 A soldier pierced him when he died, 
 Then healing streams came from his side — 
 And thus our Lord was crucified ; 
 Stern justice then was satisfied, 
 
 Sinner, for you and me ! 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 15 
 
 Behold, he mounts the throne of state, 
 He fills the mediatorial seat, 
 While millions, bowing at his feet, 
 
 In loud hosannas tell 
 How he endured exquisite pains, 
 And led the monster death in chains ; 
 While seraphs raise their loudest strains, 
 With music fill bright Eden's plains — 
 
 Christ conquered death and hell. 
 
 T is done ! the dreadful debt is paid — 
 The great atonement now is made ! 
 Sinners, on him your guilt was laid, 
 
 For you he spilt his blood : 
 For you his tender soul did move, 
 For you he left the courts above, 
 That you the length and breadth might prove, 
 The height and depth of perfect love, 
 
 In Christ, your smiling God. 
 
 All glory be to God on high, 
 
 Who reigns enthroned above the sky, 
 
 Who sent his Son to bleed and die — 
 
 Glory to him be given ! 
 While heaven above his praise resounds, 
 O Zion, sing, his grace abounds : 
 And there we '11 shout eternal rounds, 
 In glowing love that knows no bounds, 
 
 When carried up to heaven. 
 
 THE HEAVENLY PILGRIM. 
 
 Dark and thorny is the desert 
 
 Thro T which pilgrims make their way- 
 Yet, beyond this vale of sorrow 
 
 Lie the fields of endless day ; 
 
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 Fiends, loud howling through the desert, 
 Make them tremble as they go, 
 
 And the fiery darts of Satan 
 Often bring their courage low. 
 
 O, young soldiers, are you weary 
 
 Of the roughness of the way ? 
 Does your strength begin to fail you, 
 
 And your vigour to decay ? 
 Jesus, Jesus, will go with you, 
 
 He will lead you to his throne — 
 He who dyed his garments for you, 
 
 And the wine-press trod alone ; 
 
 He, whose thunder shakes creation, 
 
 He who bicl^ the planets roll ; 
 He who rides upon the tempest, 
 
 And whose sceptre sways the whole : 
 Round him are ten thousand angels, 
 
 Ready to obey command ; 
 They are always hov'ring round you, 
 
 Till you reach the heavenly land. 
 
 There, on flow'ry hills of pleasure, 
 
 Lie the fields of endless rest ; 
 Love, and joy, and peace, forever 
 
 Reign and triumph in the breast ; 
 Who can paint the scenes of glory, 
 
 Where the ransom'd dwell on high ? 
 There, on golden haups, forever 
 
 Sound redemption through the sky ! 
 
 There, a million flaming seraphs 
 Fly across the heavenly plain — 
 
 As they sing immortal praises, 
 Glory, glory, is their strain : 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 17 
 
 But, methinks, a sweeter concert 
 Makes the heavenly arches ring, 
 
 And a song is heard in Zion 
 Which the angels cannot sing. 
 
 O, their crowns, how bright they sparkle ! 
 
 Such as monarchs never wore ; 
 They are gone to richer pastures — 
 
 Jesus is their Shepherd there : 
 Hail, ye happy, happy spirits ! 
 
 Death no more shall make you fear ; 
 Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish, 
 
 Shall no more distress you there. 
 
 The weary at rest. 
 
 Brother, thou art gone before us, and thy saintly 
 
 soul is flown 
 Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow 
 
 is unknown ; 
 From the burden of the flesh, and from care and 
 
 fear released, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the 
 
 weary are at rest. . 
 
 The toilsome way thou'st travell'd o'er, and borne 
 the heavy load, 
 
 But Christ hath taught thy languid feet to reach 
 his blest abode ; 
 
 Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus, upon our Fa- 
 ther's breast, 
 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the 
 weary are at rest. 
 
18 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Sin can never taint thee more, nor doubt thy faith 
 
 assail, 
 -Nor thy rneek trust in Jesus Christ and the Holy 
 
 Spirit fail ; 
 And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good, whom on 
 
 earth thou lovedst best, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the 
 
 weary are at rest. 
 
 " Earth to earth," and " dust to dust," the man of 
 God hath said, 
 
 So we lay the turf above thee now, and seal thy 
 narrow bed ; 
 
 But thy spirit, brother, soars away among the faith- 
 ful blest, 
 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the 
 weary are at rest. 
 
 And when the Lord shall summon us, whom thou 
 
 hast left behind, 
 May we, untainted by the world, as sure a welcome 
 
 find! 
 May each, like thee, depart in peace, to be a glorious 
 
 guest, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the 
 
 weary are at rest I 
 
 HERE IS A BAND OF BRETHREN DEAR. 
 
 Here is a band of brethren dear — 
 I will be in this band, hallelujah ; 
 
 Their leader tells them not to fear — 
 I will be in this band, hallelujah ; 
 I will be in this band, hallelujah. 
 
 As I was walking out one day, 
 
 And thinking about this good old way, 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 19 
 
 There was a voice which reached my soul : 
 " Fear not ; I make the wounded whole." 
 
 My dungeon shook, my chains fell off — 
 My soul, unfettered, went aloft. 
 
 I little thought he was so nigh — 
 
 He spoke and made me laugh and cry. 
 
 Now, bless the Lord ! for I can tell, 
 That Jesus has done all things well. 
 
 O, shout on, children ! shout, ye 're free 1 
 For Christ has bought your liberty ! 
 
 0, bless the Lord ! we need not fear, 
 Nor o'er our trials shed a tear. 
 
 MARCH AROUND JERUSALEM. 
 
 • 
 My brother, will you meet me 
 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 My brother, will you meet me 
 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 CnoRUS. — Then we '11 march around Jerusalem, 
 Yfe '11 march around Jerusalem, 
 We '11 march around Jerusalem, 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 sister, will you meet me 
 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 O sister, will you meet me 
 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 O leader, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore f 
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20 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 O leader, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ! 
 
 O preacher, will you meet mo 
 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 O preacher, will you meet me 
 % Where parting is no more ? 
 
 O classmate, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 
 O classmate, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 Young convert, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 
 Young convert, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 O mourner, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 
 O mourner, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 Backslider, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 
 Backslider, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 O sinner, will you meet me 
 On that delightful shore ? 
 
 O sinner, will you meet me 
 Where parting is no more ? 
 
 Yes, bless the Lord ! I '11 meet you 
 On that delightful shore ; 
 
 Yes, bless the Lord ! 131 meet you 
 Where parting is no more. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 21 
 
 DIES IRA. 
 
 The following is an excellent translation of a Latin poem, which 
 has received the enthusiastic encomiums of Goethe, Dr. Johnson, 
 Sir "Walter Scott, and other distinguished men. It is said that Dr. 
 Johnson always wept in reading the tenth stanza. The Earl of 
 Roscommon expired with the seventeenth verse upon his lips. The 
 original was written by a monk, in the thirteenth century. We 
 find the translation in the Newark Daily Advertiser. 
 
 I. 
 
 Day of wrath, that day of burning 
 All shall melt, to ashes turning, 
 As foretold by seers discerning. 
 
 ii. 
 
 O what fear shall it engender, 
 
 When the Judge shall q^me in splendour, 
 
 Strict to mark, and just to render ! 
 
 in. 
 Trumpet scattering sounds of wonder, 
 Rending sepulchres asunder, 
 Shall resistless summons thunder. 
 
 IV. 
 
 All aghast then Death shall shiver, 
 And great Nature's frame shall quiver, 
 When the graves their dead deliver. 
 
 v. 
 Book where ev'ry act's recorded, 
 All events all time afforded, 
 Shall be brought, and dooms awarded. 
 
 VI. 
 
 When shall sit the Judge unerring, 
 He'll unfold all here occurring, 
 No just vengeance then deferring. 
 
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 VII. 
 
 What shall / say that time pending ? 
 Ask what Advocate's befriending, 
 When the just man needs defending ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 King Almighty and All-knowing, 
 Grace to sinners freely showing, 
 Save me, Fount of good o'erflowing. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Think, O Jesus, for what reason 
 
 Thou endur'dst earth's spite and treason, 
 
 Nor me lose in that dread season. 
 
 x. 
 
 Seeking me thy worn feet hasted, 
 On the cros^thy soul death tasted ; 
 Let such labour not be wasted. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Righteous Judge of retribution, 
 Grant me perfect absolution, 
 Ere that day of execution. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Culprit-like, I — heart all broken, 
 
 On my cheek shame's crimson token — 
 
 Plead the pard'ning word be spoken, 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Thou who Mary gav'st remission, 
 Heardst the dying thief's petition, 
 Cheer'dst with hope my lost condition. 
 
 xiv. 
 Though my prayers do nothing merit, 
 What is needful, thou confer it — 
 Lest I endless fire inherit. 
 
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 XV. 
 
 Mid the sheep a place decide me, 
 And from goats on left divide me, 
 Standing on the right beside thee. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 When th' accurs'd away are driven, 
 
 To eternal burnings given, 
 
 Call me with the bless'd to heaven. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 I beseech thee, prostrate lying, 
 Heart as ashes contrite, sighing, 
 Care for me when I am dying. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 On that awful day of wailing, 
 Human destinies unveiling, 
 When man rising, stands before thee, 
 Spare the culprit, God of glory ! 
 
 we;ve found the rock. 
 
 We 've found the rock, the travelers cried — 
 
 O halle, hallelujah ! 
 The stone that all the prophets tried — 
 
 O halle, hallelujah ! 
 Come, children, drink the balmy dew — 
 
 O halle, hallelujah ! 
 'T was Christ that shed his blood for you — 
 
 O halle, hallelujah!. 
 
 This costly mixture cures the soul 
 Which sin and guilt hath made so foul ; 
 O that you would believe in God, 
 And wash in Christ's most precious blood 1 
 
24 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 hearken, children, Christ is come, 
 The bride is ready, let us run ; 
 
 1 'm glad I ever saw the day 
 
 That we might meet to praise and pray. 
 
 There 's glory, glory, in my soul — 
 Come, mourner, feel the current roll ; 
 Welcome, dear friends — it's felt to-night, 
 It shines around with dazzling light. 
 
 And in this light we 'II soar away, 
 Where there 's no night but open day ; 
 children, children, bear the cross, 
 And count the world below as dross. 
 
 We '11 bear the cross, and wear the crown, 
 And by our Father's side sit down ; 
 His grace will feed our hungry souls, 
 While love divine eternal rolls. 
 
 His fiery chariots make their way, 
 To welcome us to endless c^ay ; 
 There glitt'ring millions we shall join, 
 To praise the Prince of David's line. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S FAREWELL. . 
 
 Adieu ! adieu ! I 'm dying now, 
 A death-like chill is on my brow ; 
 My hands are cold, my heart beats fast, 
 Soon, soon, I '11 reach that heavenly rest. 
 
 Chorus. — This world is not my home, 
 This world is not my home ; 
 This world is all a wilderness, 
 This world is not my home. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 25 
 
 Sisters, why weep ye ? dry your tears ; 
 Death to me now has lost its fears ; 
 •I long to gain th' eternal shore, 
 Where there is joy forever more. 
 
 Sisters, when spring returns in bloom, 
 
 place my flowers upon my tomb ; 
 And then, at vesper hours so sweet, 
 Our souls in unison will meet. 
 
 Brother, I 'm dying: let me go 
 From this vain world of guilt and woe ; 
 Come nearer to my side, loved one — 
 My eyes grow dim, my race is run. 
 
 Leave thy loud sobs, O dry thy tears, 
 Dispel, dispel, those gloomy fears ; 
 
 1 'm going to join the host on high, 
 "Where pleasures never, never die. 
 
 Mother and father, nearer come, 
 I can but speak in whisper-tone ; 
 O let me kiss your cheeks once more, 
 Then say Farewell forever more. 
 
 Bright angels now are hov'ring round, 
 They do my humble bed surround : 
 And is this death ? O glorious boon ! 
 Thank Heaven that we may die so soon. 
 
 Brother and sisters, nearer come, 
 Father and mother, one by one ; 
 O let me gaze on all once more, 
 Then spread my wings for Canaan's shore. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S SONG. 
 
 O, brethren, I have found 
 A land that doth abound 
 
 In fruits as sweet as honey ; 
 The more I eat, I find, 
 The more I am inclined 
 
 To sing and shout hosanna ! 
 
 Chorus. — My soul doth long to go 
 Where I may fully know 
 
 The glories of my Saviour ; 
 And as I pass along 
 I '11 sing the Christian's song, 
 I hope to live forever. 
 
 Perhaps you think me wild, 
 Or simple as a child, — 
 
 I am a child of glory ; 
 I am born from above, 
 My soul is fill'd with love, 
 
 I love to tell the story. 
 
 Chorus. — My soul now sits and sings, 
 And practises her wings, 
 
 And contemplates the hour 
 When the messenger shall say, 
 " Come, quit this house of clay, 
 And with bright angels tower." 
 
 THE DYING GIRL TO HER SISTER. 
 
 The dream is past — I 'm dying now, 
 There is a dampness on my brow ; 
 The pang is o'er — without a sigh 
 I '11 pass away, and sweetly die. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 27 
 
 But ! that pang cost many a sigh, 
 'T was hard to part with friends so dear ; 
 But that is past, I '11 weep no more, 
 With me the dream of life is o'er. 
 
 And now, sweet sister, nearer come, 
 And tell me of that happy home : 
 Shall I its pearly gates behold, 
 Its streets all paved with burnish'd gold ? 
 
 And in that clime so strangely fair, 
 Say, shall I feel a stranger there ? 
 Or, will their harp-strings sweetly blend ? 
 To welcome me, a child and friend ? 
 
 But softly, sister, softly speak, 
 And stay those tears upon thy cheek ; 
 Weep not for me, O do not pain, 
 I would not wake to earth again. 
 
 Thy hand, so often clasp'd of old, 
 
 Thy soft warm hand for mine grows cold ; 
 
 And now, dear sister, let me rest 
 
 My wearied head upon thy breast ; 
 
 And fold thy arms about my form, 
 
 It shivers 'neath Death's dark cold storm ; 
 
 But sing me, sister, ere I go, 
 
 Our song, our childhood song you know ; 
 
 And let its gentle numbers flow, 
 
 As last you sung, soft, sweet, and low ; 
 
 And when its last faint echoes die, 
 
 And the bright tears steal from thine eye, 
 
 I shall not heed them as they stray, 
 
 I si; all be gone, far, far away. 
 
 Then, dearest sister, rare-you-well, 
 
 I 'm going to heaven, with Christ to dwell. 
 
28 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 THE OLD OAK-TREE. 
 
 Woodman, spare that tree ! 
 
 Touch not a single bough ; 
 In youth it shelter'd rue, 
 
 And I '11 protect it now. 
 'T was my forefather's hand 
 
 That placed it near his cot ; 
 While I 've a hand to save, 
 
 Thine axe shall harm it not. 
 
 That old familiar tree, 
 
 Whose glory and renown 
 Has spread o'er land and sea, 
 
 And wouldst thou hack it down ? 
 Woodman, thy stroke forbear, 
 
 Cut not its earth-bound tie ; 
 O spare the aged oak, 
 
 Now towering to the sky. 
 
 When but an idle boy, 
 
 I sought its grateful shade ; 
 In all their gushing joy, 
 
 Here, too, my sisters play'd ; 
 My mother kiss'd me here, 
 
 My father press'd my hand : 
 Forgive this foolish tear, 
 
 But let the^old oak stand. 
 
 My heart-strings round thee cling, 
 
 Close as thy bark, old friend — 
 Here shall the wild birds sing, 
 
 And still thy branches bend ; 
 Old oak, the storm still brave ; 
 
 Then, woodman, leave the sj)ot — 
 While I 've an arm to save, 
 
 Thy axe shall harm it not 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 29 
 
 THE SLAVE'S APPEAL. 
 Air — From Greenland's Icy Mountains. 
 
 O God, thou great Creator, 
 
 Whose love all hearts shall own, • 
 
 Be thou my Mediator, 
 
 I '11 bow before thy throne-; 
 My master's heart, how icy, 
 
 O warm it with thy love ! 
 Tell him thy power is mighty, 
 
 And point to life above. 
 
 He smiles when I am writhing 
 
 With agony and pain, 
 And, though I cry for mercy, 
 
 He smiles and strikes again ; 
 O tell him, in thy kindness, 
 
 That the All-seeing Eye 
 Perceives him, in his blindness, 
 
 The lash of torture ply. 
 
 Show him, God, how dreary 
 
 The " spirit-land" will be 
 To him, where all the weary 
 
 At last again are free ; 
 And " slave," that word heart-rending, 
 
 Is blotted from that sphere, . 
 W T here, during time ne'er ending, 
 
 No groans can please his ear. 
 
 Show him the long dark ages 
 
 He must remain behind, 
 Nor haste through blissful stages 
 
 That yet await mankind.* 
 
 ° The author is a believer in A. J. Davis's theory of successive 
 (Stages of happiness hereafter. 
 
30 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 But, plodding lonely onward, 
 
 Remorse his only friend, 
 Look sadly to the future, . 
 
 To where his miseries end. 
 
 Ask him if e'er a blessing 
 
 Came from his mother's tongue, 
 When words — O how distressing-^ 
 
 Her heart with anguish wrung ;• 
 Her son — was he to leave her, 
 
 And toil on burning sands ? 
 Torn from his home and kindred, 
 
 To die in distant lands. 
 
 And ! had he a father, 
 
 Or yet a sister's love ? 
 O sure his heart will soften, 
 
 And tears .of pity move ; 
 He '11 feel that I 'm a brother, 
 
 And cast the chains from me — 
 With mind and voice forever 
 
 Will shout for Liberty. 
 Rochester. Fred. Douglass's Paper 
 
 THE MOTE AND BEAM. 
 
 Since meridian light commences, 
 Pure light 's reveal'd to some ; 
 
 If there still should be offences, 
 * Woe to him by whom they come. 
 
 "Judge not that ye be not judged," 
 Was the counsel Christ did give ; 
 
 And the measure that is given, 
 Just the same you will receive. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 81 
 
 Jesus says, Be meek and lowly, 
 
 For 't is high to be a judge ; 
 If I would be pure and holy, 
 
 I must live without a grudge. 
 It requires a constant labour 
 
 All his precepts to obey ; 
 But if I truly love my neighbour, " 
 
 Then I 'm in the holy way. 
 
 But if I say unto my neighbour, 
 
 In thine eye there is a mote ; 
 If thou wert a friend and brother, 
 
 Hold and I will pull it out. 
 But I could not get it fairly, 
 
 For my sight was very dim ; 
 When I came to see more clearly, 
 
 In mine eye there was a beam. 
 
 If I love my brother dearly, 
 
 And his T mote I wish to erase, 
 Then my light must shine more clearly, 
 
 For the eye's a tender place. 
 Others I have oft reproved 
 
 For a little single mote ; 
 Now I wish the beam removed — 
 
 O that tears could wash it out ! 
 
 But charity and love are healing, 
 
 They afford a pure light — 
 When I saw my brother failing 
 
 I; was not exactly right ; 
 Now I '11 take no further trouble, 
 
 Since Christ's love is all my th/sme— 
 Little motes are but a bubble 
 
 When I think upon a beam'. 
 
32 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL. ■ 
 
 I remember liow I loved her, when a little guiltless 
 
 child 
 I saw her in the cradle, as she look'd on me and 
 
 smiled ; 
 My cup of happiness was full, my joy words cannot 
 
 tell, 
 And I bless'd the glorious Giver, who doeth all things 
 
 well. 
 
 Months pass'd — that bud of promise was unfolding 
 
 every hour, 
 I thought earth had never smiled upon a fairer flower ; 
 So beautiful, it well might grace the bower where 
 
 angels dwell, 
 And waft its fragrance to His throne who doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
 Years fled — that little sister then was dear as life to 
 
 me ; 
 She awoke in my unconscious heart a wild idolatry ; 
 I worshipp'd at an earthly shrine, lured by some 
 
 magic spell, 
 Forgetful of the praise of Ilim who doeth all things 
 
 well. 
 
 She was the lovely star whose light around my 
 
 pathway shone 
 Amid this darksome vale of tears, through which I 
 
 journey on ; 
 Its radiance had obscured the light which round His 
 
 throne doth dwell, 
 And I wander'd far away from Him who doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 33 
 
 That star went down in beauty, yet it shineth 
 
 sweetly now 
 In the bright and dazzling coronet that decks the 
 
 Saviour's brow ; 
 She bow'd to the Destroyer, whose shafts none may 
 
 repel ; 
 But we know, for God hath told us, he doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
 I remember well my sorrow, as I stood beside her 
 
 bed, 
 And my deep and heartfelt anguish, when they told 
 
 me she was dead ; 
 But O that cup of bitterness, let not my heart rebel, 
 God gave, he took, he will restore — he doeth all 
 
 things well. 
 
 THE SCATTERED HOUSEHOLD. 
 
 O, where is my father — my guardian, my guide, 
 
 The friend and support of my youth, 
 Whose tongue in the accents of kindness had taught 
 
 Such lessons of wisdom and truth ? 
 'Neath the bending old elm in the churchyard he lies, 
 
 With the cold granite stone at his head, 
 And there he shall gather his household again, 
 
 To sleep with the rest of the dead. 
 
 My mother ! O never again shall I hear 
 
 The sweet mellow tones of thy voice, 
 As you welcomed us back to the homestead of yore, 
 
 And made the poor wanderer rejoice ! 
 O no ! for the old elm has lengthen'd his boughs. 
 
 To shelter your long narrow bed ; 
 For beside our dear father we laid you to sleep 
 
 In peace, with the rest of his dead I 
 3 
 
34 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 O, where is my brother ? far, far from his home, 
 
 The stranger has hewn out his tomb ; 
 But I trust the bright angel of mercy was near 
 
 To lighten its terrible gloom, — 
 To illume the dark passage that leads to the grave, 
 
 Which truth from her torchlight can shed, — 
 And watches e'en now, in that clime of the South, 
 
 O'er the slumbering dust of the dead ! 
 
 And where the dear sister, the pure and the good, 
 
 The light of our fireside band ? 
 We miss thee, thy smile and thy gentle caress, 
 
 And the soft gentle press of thy hand : 
 Thou art sleeping in state, where, elaborately wrought, 
 
 A railing encircles thy bed — 
 But I wish thou wert here, 'neath our father's old 
 elm, 
 
 To sleep with the rest of the dead. 
 
 But few of our dear little circle are left, 
 
 And scattered exiles are they, 
 The dark line of man hath wither'd their smile, 
 
 And mingled their auburn with grey. 
 I would that we all might be gather'd again, 
 
 Where the elm-tree its branches hath spread, 
 That when the last peal of the trumpet hath cail'cL, 
 
 Our father might rise with his dead. 
 
 THE TEMPEST. 
 
 We were crowded in the cabin- 
 Not a soul would dare to sleep ; 
 
 It was midnight on the waters, 
 And a storm was on the deep. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 35 
 
 T is a fearful thing in winter 
 
 To be shatter'd in the blast, 
 And to hear the rattling trumpet 
 
 Thunder, " Cut away the mast !" 
 
 Bo we shuddered there in silence — 
 For the stoutest held his breath, 
 
 While the hungry sea was roaring, 
 And the breakers talk'd with Death. 
 
 And thus we sat in darkness, 
 
 Each one busy in his prayers ; 
 " We are lost !" the captain shouted, 
 
 As he stagger'd down the stairs. 
 
 But his little daughter whisper'd, 
 
 As she took his icy hand, 
 " Is n't God upon the ocean 
 
 Just the same as on the land V 
 
 Then we kiss'd the little maiden, 
 
 And we spoke in better cheer, 
 And we anchor'd safe in harbour, 
 
 When the morn was shining clear. 
 
 * THEY KKOW NOT WHAT THEY DO." 
 
 Mother, what makes my father gone 
 
 So very long to-night ? 
 You know he always used to come, 
 
 Before 't was candle-light. 
 
 Then he spoke so pleasantly 
 When I met him at the gate ; 
 
 Very sorry seein'd to be ■ 
 If he made the supper wait. 
 25 
 
36 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 How sweet the baby always smiled, 
 And gave her tiny hands to go, 
 
 When pa call'd her his pretty child, 
 His little pet you know. 
 
 And when he took me on his knee 
 To see the pictures I had made, 
 
 And hear me say my ABC, 
 I never thought to be afraid. 
 
 And, best of all, when Sunday come 
 How glad was I to hear him say, 
 
 "Rim, get your hat, my little son, 
 For we must go to church to-day." 
 
 But, mother, now he speaks so sharp, 
 And gives you such an ugly shake, 
 
 When he comes home, though sound asleep 
 It quickly gets me wide awake. 
 
 Then it seems so very long, 
 
 And lonely too, to hear you sigh ; 
 
 I always think my pa is wrong, 
 
 When you're so good, to make' you cry. 
 
 Then I cry myself, and wish 
 
 I knew what makes him treat you so ; 
 
 Mother, I want to kiss you now, 
 Then pray do tell me if you know. 
 
 My precious child ! O must you know 
 The cause of all my boundless grief, 
 
 Making my bitter tears to flow 
 So freely now for my relief ? 
 
 For myself I would not care 
 
 So much if this poor heart should break ; 
 But, my sweet children ! must they share 
 
 In misery that their parents make \ 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 37 
 
 And must they, in their tender youth, 
 
 Hear what they cannot help but feel ? 
 The .wretched mortifying truth, 
 ■ The purest love cannot conceal ? 
 
 My God ! O can I freely give 
 A healthy tone to vital powers ? 
 
 Or ask for strength, or wish to live 
 Under affliction such as ours ? 
 
 Yes, I will live and suffer on, 
 My son, for God is good to me ; 
 
 Although your father treats me wrong, 
 Yet God will my kind father be ! 
 
 I would not say one word, I 'm sure, 
 To make you prize your father less ; 
 
 'T is love that only can endure 
 
 Such burning words of wretchedness ! 
 
 Know then he drinks the poison'd bowl — 
 This is the cause of all our tears'! 
 
 A drunkard's curse is on his soul — 
 This is the worst of all my fears ! 
 
 'Tis scarcely two years now since he 
 Promised before his God and men, 
 
 With bitter tears of agony, 
 
 He ne'er would drink a drop again. 
 
 O, how I wept for joy to see 
 
 Him look so smiling when he came 
 
 From work at night, so constantly, 
 And all the evening stay at home. 
 
 All me ! those hours of bliss are gone, 
 And I am doom'd to know he stays 
 
 Where vice in every wretched form 
 Only resounds the drunkard's praise. 
 
88 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Tis all in vain — no hope I see, 
 
 As long as avaricious man 
 Takes from a starving family 
 
 All means of sustenance he can ; 
 
 Among a fuming, filthy throng, 
 
 , Will stand, and press the cursed cup 
 To their lips the whole night long, 
 For them to drink the contents up. 
 
 Poor murderous wretches ! can they be 
 Upheld so loug — my God ! my God ! — 
 
 Steeping fond hearts in misery, 
 And not feel thy avenging rod ? 
 
 O spare them yet a little space, 
 
 And let thy power their hearts renew ; 
 
 Teach them true love to all our race — 
 " Father, they know not what they do !" 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 There is an eye that never sleeps 
 Beneath the wing of night ; 
 
 There is an ear that never shuts 
 When sink the beams of light. 
 
 There is an arm that never tires 
 When human strength gives way ; 
 
 There is a love that never fails, 
 When earthly loves decay. 
 
 That eye is fix'd on seraph throngs ; 
 That ear is fill'd with angels' songs ! 
 That arm upholds the world on high ; 
 That love is throned beyond the sky. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 39 
 
 But there 's a power that man can wield 
 
 When mortal aid is vain — 
 That eye, that arm, that love to reach — 
 
 That listening ear to gain : 
 That power is prayer, which soars on high, 
 And feeds on bliss beyond the sky. 
 
 THE MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH. 
 
 Along the smooth and slender wires, 
 
 The sleepless heralds run, 
 Fast as the clear and living rays 
 
 Go streaming from the sun ; 
 No peals or flashes, heard or seen, 
 
 Their wond'ious flight betray, 
 And yet their words are quickly felt 
 
 In cities far away. 
 
 Nor summers heat, nor winter's hail. 
 
 Can check their rapid course — 
 They meet unmoved the fierce wind's rage, 
 
 The rough wave's sweeping force ; 
 In the long night of rain and wrath, 
 
 As in the blaze of day, 
 They rush with news of weal or woe 
 
 To thousands far away. 
 
 But faster still than tidings borne 
 
 On that electric cord, 
 Rise the pure thoughts of him who loves 
 
 The Christian's life and Lord — 
 Of him who, taught in smiles and tears 
 
 With fervent lips to pray, 
 Maintains high converse here on earth 
 
 With bright worlds far away. 
 
40 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Ay, though nor outward wish is breathed, 
 
 Nor outward answer given, 
 The sighing of that humble heart 
 
 Is known and felt in heaven ; 
 Those long frail wires may bend and break, 
 
 Those viewless heralds stray, 
 But faith's least word shall reach the throne 
 
 Of God, though far away. 
 
 THE VAUDOIS TEACHER. 
 
 M The manner in which the Waldenses and heretics disseminated 
 their principles among the Catholic. gentry was by carrying with 
 them a box of trinkets, or articles of dress. Having entered the 
 house of the gentry, and disposed of some of their goods, they cau- 
 tiously intimated that they had commodities far more valuable 
 than these — inestimable jewels— which they would show if they 
 could be protected from the clergy. They would then give their 
 purchaser's a Bible or Testament ; and thereby many were deluded 
 into heresy." — Beinerous Saccho's Boole, A. D. 125& 
 
 The following exquisite lines, suggested by the above extract, 
 appeared originally in the New-England Review. 
 
 "O, lady fair! these silks of mine 
 
 Are beautiful and rare — 
 The richest web of the Indian loom 
 
 Which beauty's self might wear ; 
 And those pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, 
 
 With whose radiant light they vie ; 
 I have brought them, many a weary way — 
 
 Will my gentle lady buy j" 
 
 And the lady smiled on the worn old man, 
 Through the dark and clust'ring curls 
 
 Which veil'd her brow, as she bent to view 
 Her silks and ghtt'ring pearls ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 41 
 
 And she placed their price in the old man's hand, 
 
 And lightly turn'd away — 
 But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call, 
 
 " My gentle lady, stay !" 
 
 " O, lady fair, I have yet a gem 
 
 Which a purer lustre flings 
 Than the diamond flash of the jewell'd crown 
 
 On the lofty brow of kings — 
 A wonderful pearl, of exceeding price, 
 
 Whose virtue shall not decay, 
 Whose light shall be as a spell to thee, 
 
 And a blessing on thy way !" 
 
 The lady glanced at the mirroring steel, 
 
 Where her form of grace was seen, 
 Where her eyes shone clear, and her dark locks 
 waved 
 
 Their clasping pearls between : — 
 " Bring forth thy pearl of exceeding worth, 
 
 Thou traveller grey and old — 
 And name the price of thy precious gem, 
 
 And my pages shall count thy gold." 
 
 The cloud went off from the pilgrim's brow 
 
 As a small and meagre book, 
 Unchased with gold or diamond gem, 
 
 From his folding robe he took : 
 " Here, lady fair, is the pearl of price ; 
 
 May it prove. as such to thee ! 
 Nay — keep thy gold — I ask it not, 
 
 For the Word of God is free!" 
 
 The hoary traveller wont his way ; 
 
 But the gift he left behind 
 Hath had its pure and perfect work 
 
 On that high-born maiden's mind ; 
 
42 SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 
 
 And she hath turn'd from the pride of sin 
 
 To the lowliness of truth, 
 And given her human heart to God 
 
 In its beautiful hour of youth ! 
 
 And she hath left the grey old halls, 
 
 Where an evil faith had power, 
 The courtly knights of her father's train, 
 
 And the maidens- of her bower ; 
 And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales, 
 
 By lordly feet untrod, 
 Where the poor and needy of earth are rich 
 
 In the perfect love of God ! 
 
 THE BIBLE. 
 
 This little book I'd rather own 
 
 Than all the gold and gems 
 That e'er in monarch's coffers shone — 
 
 Than all their diadems. 
 Nay, were the seas one chrysolite, 
 
 The earth a golden ball, 
 And diamonds all the stars of night, 
 
 This book were worth them all. 
 
 How baleful to ambition's eye 
 
 His blood- wrung spoils must gleam, 
 When Death's uplifted hand is nigh, 
 
 His life a varnish 'd dream ! 
 Then hear him, with his gasping breath, 
 
 For one poor moment crave ! 
 Fool ! wouldst thou stay the arm of death ? 
 
 Ask of thy gold to save ! 
 
 No, no ! the soul ne'er found relief 
 In glittering hoards of wealth ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 43 
 
 Gems dazzle not the eye of grie£ 
 
 Gold cannot purchase health ; 
 But here a blessed balm appears, 
 
 To heal the deepest woe ; 
 And he that seeks this book in tears, 
 
 His tears shall cease to flow. 
 
 Here he who died on Calvary's tree 
 
 Hath made that promise blest ; 
 " Ye heavy laden, come to me, 
 
 And I will give you rest. 
 A bruised reed I will not break, 
 
 A contrite heart despise ; 
 My burden's light, and all who take 
 
 My yoke shall win the skies !" 
 
 Yes, yes ! this little book is worth 
 
 All else to mortals given — 
 For what are all the joys of earth 
 
 Compared to joys of heaven ? 
 This is the guide our Father gave 
 
 To lead to realms of day — 
 A star, whose lustre gilds the grave — 
 
 " The Light— the Life— the Way." 
 
 THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS. 
 
 Which of the petty kings of earth 
 Can boast a guard like ours, 
 
 Encircled from our second birth 
 With all the heavenly powers ? 
 
 Myriads of bright cherubic bands, 
 Sent by the King of kings, 
 
 Rejoice to bear us in their hands, 
 And shade us with their wings. 
 
44 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 With them we march securely on 
 Throughout ImmanuePs ground, 
 
 And not an uneommission'd stone 
 Our guarded feet shall wound. 
 
 No enemy our souls ensnare ; 
 
 No casual evil grieve ; 
 Nor can we lose a single hair 
 
 "Without our Father's leave. 
 
 Angels, where'er we go, attend 
 Our steps, whate'er betide — 
 
 With watchful care their charge defend, 
 And evil turn aside. 
 
 A sudden thought t' escape the blow, 
 
 A ready help we find — 
 And to their secret presence owe 
 
 The presence of our mind. 
 
 Their instrumental aid unknown, 
 They day and night supply ; 
 
 And free from fear we lay us down, 
 Though Satan's host be nigh. 
 
 Our lives the holy angels keep 
 From every hostile power; 
 
 And unconcern'd we sweetly sleep, 
 As Adam in his bower. . 
 
 Jehovah's charioteers around ; 
 
 The ministerial choir 
 Encamp where'er his heirs are found, 
 
 And form our wall of fire. 
 
 Ten thousand offices unseen 
 
 For us they gladly do ; 
 Deliver in the furnace keen, 
 
 And safe escort us through. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 45 
 
 But thronging round, with busiest love, 
 
 They guard the dying breast ; 
 The lurking fiend far off remove, 
 
 And sing our souls to rest. 
 
 And when our spirits we resign, 
 On outstretch' d wings they bear, 
 
 And lodge us in the arms divine, 
 And leave us ever there. 
 
 THE BACKSLIDER'S RETURN". 
 
 Once I loved my Redeemer, his flock and his fold, 
 
 Long, long ago — long, long ago ; 
 But alas for my love, it grew languid and cold, 
 
 Long, long ago — long ago ; 
 I wander'd afar, o'er the world and its wilds — 
 I sought for its pleasures, I fed on its smiles, 
 'Till stung by the adder that coils on its wiles, 
 Long, long ago — long ago. 
 
 An exile I roam'd, far away from my God, 
 
 Long, long ago — long, long ago ; 
 
 His eye beam'd rebuke, and his hand held the rod, 
 Long, long ago — long ago ; 
 
 I felt sad despondency's venomous dart — 
 
 It drank up my spirits, and poison'd my heart ; 
 
 I strove to forget it, though keen was the smart, 
 Long, long ago — long ago. 
 
 But Jesus, to save me, (he pitied my falls, 
 
 Long, long ago — long, long ago, — ) 
 Swift as thought, to the watchman that stands on our, 
 walls, 
 
 (0 't was not long — long ago,) 
 
46 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Thi9 message was sped by an angel of light, 
 " Go, picture the practical infidel's plight, 
 'T will save that apostate from hell's deepest night : 
 Go, preach the cross — watchman, go !" 
 
 I heard — fled to Christ — soft as dew from above, 
 Not long ago — not long ago — 
 
 Descended the stream of his heavenly love — 
 
 Sweet was its flow — was its flow. 
 
 "With the heart how I praise him — his mercy adore, 
 
 My exile is ended — my wanderings are o'er ; 
 
 I stand on the mount now, to go down no more, 
 No, never more — never more. 
 
 THE YOUNG LADY'S EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Ye people, that wonder at me and my ways, 
 And with much astonishment on me dp gaze — 
 Come, lend your attention, and I will relate 
 My past exercises, and my present state. 
 
 The people I follow I once did despise, 
 And ofttimes, like you, gazed on them with surprise ; 
 I gazed with a mixture of pride and disdain, 
 But still from their meetings I could not refrain. 
 
 I ofttimes did j est at their sighs and their groans, 
 And sometimes in secret was made for to mourn ; 
 Though weeping and shouting gave me such offence, 
 I thought it delusion, and all a pretence. 
 
 I ofttimes resolved to hear them no more, 
 But still, on occasions, would go as before ; 
 Although persecution I still would return, 
 But the spark of conviction began for to burn. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 47 
 
 The word, clothed with power, at last reach'd my 
 
 heart — 
 I sat under preaching, and there felt the dart ; 
 I strove to conceal it, but all was in vain— 
 To pray, weep, and tremble, it did me constrain. 
 
 I sank down in sorrow ; so great my distress, 
 I lay for some hours almost motionless ; 
 Till Jesus in mercy his love did reveal : 
 A wonder, a wonder — how did I feel ! 
 
 My burden of guilt was removed and gone, 
 My spirit was joyful, my soul was serene ; 
 I stood up and praised him, without dread or fear, 
 Nor would I regard it, though the world had been 
 there. 
 
 My friends may despise me, my folks ridicule, 
 The wise of this world may esteem me a fool ; 
 But all their endeavours will be fruitless and vain, 
 For Jesus has bless' d me, and I'll praise his name. 
 
 HOME IX HEAVEN.. 
 
 The Christian pilgrim sings, 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home ; 
 The Christian pilgrim sings, 
 
 Heaven's my home. 
 Through the telescope of faith 
 He looks o'er the river death, 
 And exultino-ly exclaims, 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. 
 
 Though poverty's my lot, 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home ; 
 Though poverty's my lot, 
 
 Heaven's my home. 
 
48 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Though poverty's my lot, 
 Though the fig-tree blossoms not, 
 I can sing the song of hope — : 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. 
 
 Though the world may me disown, 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home ; 
 
 Though the world may me disown, 
 Heaven's my home. 
 
 Though the world may me disown, 
 
 I am little and unknown, 
 
 I 'm an heir to yonder throne — 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. 
 
 Through the dark and cloudy day 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home : 
 
 Through the dark and cloudy day 
 Heaven's my home. 
 
 Through the dark and cloudy day 
 
 On Jehovah's arm I '11 stay, 
 
 And pursue my happy way ; 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. 
 
 O that every soul could say, 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home ; 
 O that every soul could say, 
 
 Heaven's my home. 
 
 that every soul could say, 
 If I die this blessed day, 
 
 1 should rise and soar away ; 
 
 Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. 
 
 THE CROSS. 
 
 I 'm tired of visits, modes, and forms, 
 And flatteries made by human worms, 
 Their conversation flows. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS: 49 
 
 The theme of Jesus" dying lo 'e 
 Transports my soul to things above ; 
 The hallow'd flame of Jesus' love, 
 It sets my soul on fire. 
 
 When Jesus tells his dying love, 
 Through every vein my passions move, 
 
 The captives of his love. 
 In midnight shades, on frosty ground, 
 I could attend the pleasing sound ; 
 Nor would I feel December cold, 
 
 Nor think the reason long. 
 
 When he describes the thorns he wore, 
 And tells his bloody passion o'er, 
 
 Till I am drown'd in tears ; 
 Then, with a sympathetic smart, 
 There's a strange joy beats round my heart; 
 The accursed tree, loaded with bliss, 
 
 My sweetest balm it bears. 
 
 Thus while I hear my Saviour God 
 Count o'er my sins, a heavy load, 
 
 He bore upon the tree ; 
 Inward I blush, with sacred shame, 
 And weep, and own, and love the name 
 Who knew no guilt, nor grief his own, 
 
 But bore it all for me. 
 
 Kinerly he opens to me his ear, 
 And bids me pour my sorrows there, 
 
 And tell him all my pain ; 
 Thus while I ease my burden'd heart, 
 In every wound he heals a part ; 
 His arm embraces, and his hands 
 
 My drooping head sustains. 
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60 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 KNIGHTS OF MALTA. 
 
 Come, all you knights, you knights of Malta, 
 
 Come, say and do as I have done ; 
 You might have been in armour brighter, 
 
 Within the New Jerusalem. 
 Chorus. — We are the true-born sons of Eden, 
 We are the true-born sons of God, 
 We wear the badge and scarlet garter, 
 The robe that ancient monarchs wore. 
 
 When Moses planted Aaron's rod 
 
 All in one night that rod did bud ; 
 When Moses smote the Egyptian water 
 That very moment it turn'd to blood. 
 Chorum — We are the true-born sons of Levi, 
 We are the true-born sons of God, 
 We are the root and branch of David, 
 The bright and glorious morning star. 
 
 When Aaron ^ind I crossed over Jordan, 
 When the fifth stone was lifted up, 
 
 With the high-priest and our grand master, 
 We carried the ark of God along. 
 Chorus. 
 
 It was in Gilgal our ark we rested, 
 And there we did receive the mark ; 
 
 The seven trumpets of rams' horns sounded, 
 Sounded there before the ark. 
 Chorus. 
 
 Broad is the road that leads to ruin, 
 
 Many there be who travel in ; 
 Come, go with me to the New Jerusalem, 
 
 That is the place that's free from sin. 
 Chorus. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 51 
 
 THE NARROW WAY. 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord, 
 
 Unto me, unto me ; 
 Come, ye that love the Lord, 
 Unto me ; 
 I 've something good to say 
 About the narrow way, 
 For Christ the other day 
 
 Saved my soul, saved my soul — 
 For Christ the other day saved my soul. 
 
 He gave me first to see 
 , What I was, what I was — 
 He gave me first to see 
 What I was ; 
 He gave me first to see 
 My guilt and misery, 
 And then he set me free — • 
 
 Bless his name ! bless his name ! — 
 And then he set me free, bless his name ! 
 
 Some said I 'd soon give o'er — 
 You will see, you will see ; 
 Some said I 'd soon give o'er — 
 You will see. 
 Some time is past and gone 
 Since I began to pray ; 
 I love the Lord to-day, 
 
 Bless his name ! bless his name ! — 
 I love the Lord to-day, bless his name 1 
 
 My old companions said, 
 
 He's undone, he's undone; 
 My old companions said, 
 
 old companions said, 
 He 's undone ; 
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62 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 My old companions said, 
 He is surely going mad ; 
 But Jesus makes me glad, 
 
 Bless his name ! bless his name ! — 
 But Jesus makes me glad, bless his name ! 
 
 Had they but eyes to see, 
 
 Eyes to see, eyes to see — 
 Had they but eyes to see, 
 Eyes to see ; 
 Had they but eyes to see 
 Their guilt and misery, 
 They 'd be as mad as me, 
 I believe, I believe, — 
 They 'd be as mad as me, I believe. 
 
 0, had I angel's wings, 
 
 *I would fly, I would fly ; 
 O, had I angel's wings, 
 I would fly. 
 Had I the wings of Noah's dove 
 I 'd soon fly home above, 
 To greet the God of love — 
 
 Bless his name ! bless his name ! 
 To greet the God of love, bless his name ! 
 
 O, could I hear it said 
 
 From the Lord, from the Lord- 
 O, could I hear it said 
 From the Lord — 
 O, could I hear it said, 
 My warfare's aj^an end, 
 My soul would shout and sing : 
 O, farewell ; O, farewell, — ■ 
 My soul would shout and sing, O, farewell. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 53 
 
 THE HERMIT. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave — but we will not deplore 
 
 thee, 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass the 
 
 tomb ; 
 The Saviour hath pass'd through its portals before 
 
 thee, 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 
 
 the gloom — 
 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 hope, since the Saviour hath 
 
 died — 
 And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave — and its mansions for- 
 saking, 
 Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long ; 
 But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy 
 waking, 
 And the song that thou heardst was the sera- 
 phim's song — 
 And the song that thou heardst was the sera- 
 phim's song. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave — but 't were wrong to 
 deplore thee, 
 When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and 
 guide ; 
 
54 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore 
 
 thee, 
 Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour 
 
 hath died — 
 Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour 
 
 hath died. 
 
 THE INDIAN'S EXPERIENCE. 
 
 In de dark wood, no Indian nigh, 
 Den me look heaben, and send up cry, 
 
 Upon my knees so low ; 
 Dat God on high in shining place, 
 See me in night wid teary face — 
 
 De preacher tell me so. 
 
 God send his angel take* me care, 
 He come himself, he hear my prayer, 
 
 If inside heart do pray ; 
 He see me now, he know me here, 
 He say, Poor Indian, neber fear, 
 
 Me wid you night and day. 
 
 Now me lobe God wid Indian heart, 
 He fight for me, he take my part, 
 
 He save um life before ; 
 God lobe poor Indian in de wood, 
 So me lobe God, and dat be good, 
 
 Me pray him two times more. 
 
 So when time come, poor Indian die, 
 Me go great Spirit above de sky, 
 
 And blanket leave behind ; 
 Me have no need of wigwam dere, 
 Me better habitation share, 
 
 Wid Jesus good and kind. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 55 
 
 CHRISTIAN'S FAREWELL. 
 
 A few more days on earth to spend, 
 And all my cares and toils will end, 
 And I shall see my God and friend, 
 
 And praise his name on high. 
 There 's no more sighs, there 's no more tears, 
 There 's no more pain, and no more fears, 
 But God, and Christ, and heaven appears 
 
 Unto my ravish'd eye. 
 
 Then, O my soul, despond no more — 
 The storms of life will soon be o'er, 
 And I shall reach that blissful shore 
 
 Of everlasting rest ; 
 There I shall see my Saviour's face, 
 And dwell in his beloved embrace, 
 And taste the .fulness of his grace, 
 
 And be forever blest. 
 
 My soul anticipates the day, 
 I joyfully the call obey, 
 Which summons my soul away 
 
 To seats prepared above. 
 The heavenly Canaan, sweet and fair, 
 Before my naked eyes appear, 
 Which makes me think I 'm almost there, 
 
 In yonder bright abode. 
 
 To earthly cares I say farewell, 
 And triumph over death and hell ; 
 I '11 go where saints and angels dwell, 
 
 To praise the Eternal Three. 
 I '11 join with those who have gone before, 
 Who sing and shout their sufferings o'^r, 
 Where pain and parting are no more 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
56 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show, 
 
 And all this region here below, 
 
 Where naught but disappointments grow — 
 
 A better world in view.* 
 My Saviour calls, I '11 haste away, 
 I would not here forever stay, 
 Hail, ye bright realms of endless day ; 
 
 Vain world, once more, adieu. 
 
 THE MOUNTAINEER'S FAREWELL. 
 We have come from the mountains of tht old 
 
 Granite State, 
 Where the hills are so lofty, magnificent, and great ; 
 Where I Ve left kindred spirits, in the land *f the 
 
 blest, 
 When I bade them adieu, for the far distant west. 
 O, thy mountains, 
 
 O, thy valleys, 
 In my own native State. 
 
 thy hills and thy valleys are sacred all to me, 
 No matter what in lands of others I may see ; 
 
 1 may view scenes so sunny, so fair, and so smooth, 
 Then I'll think of my cottage, that stands in the 
 
 grove. 
 
 O my childhood, 
 
 O that homestead, 
 In my own native State. 
 I will oft think of her who once was my pride, 
 As she rode upon the mountains, so closely by my side ; 
 O I sigh for the days that never will come back, 
 For she sleeps upon the shores of the bold Merrimac 
 O that loved one, 
 
 O that graveyard, 
 In my own native State. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 57 
 
 O, a mother dear I 've lost, she has gone to the grave; 
 She was the greatest blessing that God ever gave ; 
 Now I '11 go to the spot where buried is the loved, 
 And I seem to hear her singing with angels above. 
 O, my mother, 
 
 I '11 bless her ashes 
 In my own native State. 
 O, a mother dear I've lost, she has gone to the 
 
 grave — 
 She has left her orphan weeping, to go to God who 
 gave. 
 
 "GOOD MORNING, BROTHER PILGRIM!" 
 
 The following is the substance of a conversation between two pro- 
 fessors as they met ; one going to, the other returning from, 
 camp-meeting, early in the morning. 
 
 " Good morning, brother pilgrim ! 
 
 What, marching to Zion ? 
 What doubts and what dangers have you met to- 
 day ? 
 
 Have you found a blessing ? 
 
 Are your joys increasing ? 
 Press forward, my brother, and make no delay. 
 
 Is your heart a glowing? 
 
 Are your comforts flowing ? 
 And have you an evidence now bright and clear ? 
 
 Have you a desire 
 
 That burns like a fire ? 
 And have hope in the hour when Christ shall 
 appear V 9 
 
 " I came out this morning, 
 And now am returning, 
 Perhaps little better than when I firat came ; 
 
38 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Such groaning and shouting, 
 
 It sets me to doubting, 
 I fear such religion is all like a dream. 
 
 The preachers were stamping, 
 
 The people were jumping, 
 And screaming so loud that I neither could hear 
 
 Either praying or preaching ; 
 
 Such horrible screeching, 
 'T was truly offensive to all that were there." 
 
 " Perhaps, my dear brother, 
 
 While they pray'd together, 
 You sat and consider'd, and pray'd not at all ; 
 
 Would you find a blessing ? 
 
 Then pray without ceasing, 
 Obey the advice which was given by Paul. 
 
 For if you should reason 
 
 At any such season, 
 No wonder if Satan should tell in your ear : 
 
 ' The preachers and people 
 
 Are all but a rabble, 
 And this is no place for reflection and prayer/ * 
 
 " ' No place for reflection P 
 
 I 'm fill'd with distraction, 
 I wonder the people could bear for to stay ; 
 
 The men they were bawling, 
 
 The women were squalling, 
 I wonder, for my part, how any could pray. 
 
 Such horrid confusion ! 
 
 If this be religion, 
 Sure it is something new that has never been seen : 
 
 For the sacred pages 
 
 Which speak of all ages, 
 Do nowhere declare that such ever has been." 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 59 
 
 " Don't be so soon shaken ; 
 
 If I 'm not mistaken, 
 Such things have been acted by Christians of old : 
 
 When the ark it was coming, 
 
 King David came running, 
 And danced before it, in Scripture we 're told. 
 
 When the Jewish nation 
 
 Had laid the foundation, 
 And rebuilt the temple, by Ezra's command, 
 
 Some wept and some praised, 
 
 Such a noise there was raised, 
 'T was heard afar off, perhaps all through the land. 
 
 " And as for the preacher, 
 
 Ezekiel the teacher 
 Was taught for to stamp, and smite with his hand ; 
 
 To show the transgression 
 
 Of that wicked nation, 
 And bid them repent and obey the command. 
 
 For Scripture quotation 
 
 In this dispensation, 
 Our gracious Redeemer has handed them down ; 
 
 If some ceased from praising, 
 
 We hear him proclaiming, 
 The stones to reprove them would quickly cry out. ' 
 
 " Then Scripture is wrested ; 
 
 For Paul has protested 
 That order should be kept in the house of the Lord ; 
 
 Amidst such a clatter 
 
 Who knows what 's the matter ? 
 Or who can attend unto what is declared ? 
 
 To see them behaving 
 
 Like drunkards or raving, % 
 And lying and rolling prostrate on the ground ; 
 
OU SPIRITUAL SONG 3. 
 
 I really felt awful, 
 And sometimes was fearful 
 That I 'd be the next to come tumbling down." 
 
 " You fear persecution, 
 
 And there 's the delusion, 
 Brought in by the devil to draw you away ; 
 
 Be careful, my brother, 
 
 For blest are none other 
 But such as are never offended in me." 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. 
 
 Enlisted with Jesus to fight against sin, 
 
 O may I be valiant the battle to win! 
 
 For when I was willing with all things to part, 
 
 He gave me my bounty, his love in my heart. 
 
 Chorus. — And now I have joined the conquering 
 band, 
 We 're marching to glory, at Jesus' com- 
 mand. 
 
 He stripp'd off the garment of sin I had wore, 
 And gave me a new one he had in his store ; 
 Uniform in appearance, my garment was grace, 
 No doubting, no fearing, but bold in his ways. 
 
 The shoes of the gospel he put on my feet, 
 The whole Christian armour, to make me complete 
 Salvation my helmet, my girdle w r as grace, 
 The sword of the Spirit, the breastplate of faith. 
 
 And now I 'm equipp'd and prepared for the fight, 
 
 may I be careful my arms to keep bright — 
 That when Israel's trumpet shall sound from afar, 
 
 1 may march up with boldness to Zion's great war. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 61 
 
 The word it is given ; our Captain doth cry, 
 The foes they are coming, to arras you must fly ; 
 The banner 's unfurled, the standard I see, 
 The colours all stain'd with blood on the tree. 
 
 How grand are the armies — how noble they sta^d — 
 Their Captain is Jesus, he bears the command ; 
 Press forward, brave soldiers, you 've nothing to fear, 
 Only be valiant, the victory is near. 
 
 THE MISSIONARY'S GRAVE. 
 Am — Grave of Bonaparte. 
 
 In a lone, silent spot, 'neath the sad drooping willow, 
 Where the grass and the vine matted over his 
 grave, 
 A soldier of Jesus lay pressing death's pillow, 
 Whose watchword was love, and whose aim was 
 to save. 
 He sleeps there in peace, no dangers can harm him, 
 Though battles may rage, and the wild tempest 
 roar ; 
 His rest is unbroken, no sound can alarm him, 
 In quiet he slumbers — his conflicts are o'er. 
 
 The cross was his standard, its beauties he blended, 
 
 He ofler'd salvation, and bade all rejoice ; 
 But his work is now finish'd, his battles are ended, 
 
 His labours are over, and hush'd is his voice. 
 His form, cold and still, in its damp bed is sleeping, 
 
 The eye is grown dim that with lustre once shone ; 
 No friends mourning o'er him in sadness are weep- 
 ing, 
 
 And the tear-drop of sorrow falls not on his tomb. 
 
62 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 But soon to the slumberer command will be given, 
 
 To cast off the fetters that cling to him now ; 
 An army of angels shall bear him to heaven, 
 
 And garlands of glory be 'twined round his brow. 
 While anthems of praises around him are ringing, 
 
 His body, immortal, in brightness shall rise ; 
 While millions of ransom'd hosannas are singing, 
 
 In triumph he '11 enter his home in the skies. 
 
 THE GOSPEL SHIP. 
 
 The Gospel Ship has long been sailing 
 Bound for Canaan's peaceful shore, 
 
 All who wish to sail for glory, 
 
 Come and welcome, rich and poor. 
 
 Chorus. — Glory, glory, hallelujah ! 
 
 All the sailors loudly cry ; 
 
 See the blissful points of glory, 
 
 Open to each faithful eye. 
 
 Thousands she has safely landed 
 Far beyond these mortal shores ; 
 
 Thousands still are sailing in her, 
 
 And yet there 's room for thousands more. 
 
 Waft along this noble vessel, 
 
 All ye gales of gospel grace, 
 Carrying every faithful sailor 
 
 To this heavenly landing-place. 
 
 Her sails are fill'd, and heavenly breezes 
 
 Gently waft the ship along ; 
 All the sailors are rejoicing, 
 
 Glory bursts from every tongue. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 63 
 
 Come, poor sinners, get converted, 
 Sail with us o'er life's rough sea ; 
 
 Then with us you will be happy, 
 Happy through eternity. 
 
 I love Jesus, hallelujah ! 
 
 I love Jesus — yes I do ! 
 I love Jesus — he 's my Saviour ; 
 
 Jesus smiles, and loves me too. 
 
 HEAVENLY RAILROAD. 
 
 The line to heaven by Christ was made, 
 With heavenly truth the rails are laid ; 
 From earth to heaven the line extends, 
 To life eternal, where it ends. 
 Chorus. — We're going home, we're going home, 
 we're going home, 
 To die no more, to die no more, to die no 
 
 more ; 
 We 're going home, to die no more. 
 
 Repentance is the station then 
 Where passengers are taken in ; 
 No fee for them is there to pay, 
 For Jesus is himself the way. 
 
 The Bible then is engineer, 
 It points the way to heaven so clear ; 
 Through tunnels dark, and dreary here, 
 It does the way to glory steer. 
 
 God's love the fire, his truth the steam, 
 Which drives the engine and the train ; 
 All you who would to glory ride, 
 Must come to Christ, in him abide. 
 
64 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 In first, and second, and third class, 
 Repentance, faith, and holiness, 
 You must the way to glory gain, 
 Or you with Christ can never reign. 
 
 Come then, poor sinners, now 's the time ; 
 
 At any place upon the line, 
 
 If you repent and turn from sin, 
 
 The train will stop, and take you in. 
 
 SELLING HEAVEK 
 
 " Go, bring me," said the dying fair, 
 
 With anguish in her tone, 
 " Those costly robes and jewels rare — 
 
 Go, bring them every one." 
 They strew'd them on her dying bed, 
 
 Those robes of princely cost ; 
 " Father," with bitterness she said, 
 
 " For these my soul is lost ! 
 
 "With glorious hopes I. once was blest, 
 
 Nor fear'd the gaping tomb ; 
 With heaven already in my heart 
 
 I look'd for heaven to come. 
 I heard a Saviour's pard'ning voice, 
 
 My soul was fill'd with peace ; 
 Father, you bought me with these toys, 
 
 I barter'd heaven for these. 
 
 "Take them, they are the price of blood ; 
 
 For them I lost my soul ; 
 For them must bear the wrath of God 
 
 While ceaseless ages roll. 
 Remember, when you look on these, 
 
 Your daughter's fearful doom ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 85 
 
 That she, her pride and thine to please, 
 Went quaking to the tomb. 
 
 " Go, bear them from my sight and touch ; 
 
 Your gifts I here restore ; 
 Keep them with care — they cost you much, 
 
 They cost your daughter more. 
 Look at them every rolling year 
 
 Upon my dying day, 
 And drop for me the burning tear," 
 
 She said, and sunk away. 
 
 THE LAST TRUMPET'S SOUND. 
 
 When the last trumpet's sound shakes the earth all 
 
 around, 
 And the dead shall arise, and ascend to the skies, 
 There to meet Him who died, with his glorious bride, 
 And to praise him forever by Immanuel's side. 
 Chorus. — Hallelujah to Jesus, Amen and Amen, 
 We will praise him forever, again and again ; 
 To the Lamb that was slain, and who liveth again, 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen and Amen. 
 
 There the apostolic band, with the uplifted hand, 
 Give to Jesus the praise of salvation by grace ; 
 And the martyrs who bled, with their crown on their 
 
 head, 
 These from glory to glory by Jesus are led. 
 
 There a Wesley doth stand in the midst of the band, 
 With his bright shining face, praising God for free 
 
 grace ; 
 And a Fletcher unites with the old Israelites, 
 Giving glory to Jesus in rapturous delight. 
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66 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Now redemption they sing to their glorious King, 
 Through the power of free grace, while the angels 
 
 sing bass ; 
 How it rolls o'er the plains, in what glorious strains ! 
 O, glory to Jesus, forever he reigns. 
 
 There, array 'd all in white, saints and angels unite, 
 And in ecstasies gaze on the Ancient of Days ; 
 In harmonious lays all their voices they raise, 
 And all heaven is fill'd with Immanuel's praise. 
 
 THE NEW GOSPEL SHIP. 
 
 I Ve shipp'd on board the gospel ship — 
 
 Come, who will go with me ? 
 She 's ready now, she 's all afloat, 
 Your passage shall be free. 
 Chorus. — Cheer up, all hearts, the day it breaks, 
 The boats are crossing o'er, 
 The sun is up, the night is past, 
 Bright angels throng the shore. 
 
 Her keel was laid in perfect love, 
 
 When first her work begun ; 
 And modelled by the powers above, 
 
 And finish'd by the Son. 
 
 Her sails are made of linen white, 
 
 And all so neat and clean ; 
 Her decks are laid with gospel grace, 
 
 And season'd hard within. 
 
 Her sides are seaPd, and all so tight, 
 
 With perfect skill and ease ; 
 Her cabin 's lined with gold so bright— 
 
 Our Captain he is there. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 67 
 
 Who do you think our Captain is ? 
 
 Or do you know his name ? 
 'T is Jesus Christ, the Father's Son — 
 
 Was born in Bethlehem. 
 
 Sometimes the waves run mountain high, 
 
 And nothing seems to yield ; 
 By faith we steer our gospel ship — 
 
 'T is love that turns her wheels. 
 
 We Ve nail'd our colours to the mast, 
 
 And firmly we declare 
 We '11 never strike while time doth last, 
 
 Or Jesus answers prayer. 
 
 The Bible — yes, it is our chart — 
 
 It points forever true ; 
 Though days go by, and years are past, 
 
 Yet it is always new. 
 
 You ask me what's the song we sing; 
 
 You ask me how we fare : 
 'T is glory to our God and king, 
 
 And manna every hour. 
 
 You ask me where my ship is bound, 
 
 And what 's the wages given ? 
 She sails the world — yes, all around, 
 
 And anchors safe in heaven. 
 
 HOME OF THE SOUL. 
 
 O where can the soul find relief from its foes, 
 A shelter of safety, a home of repose ? 
 Can earth's highest summit, or deepest hid vale, 
 Give a refuge nor sorrow nor sin can assail ? 
 
 No — no ! there 's no home, 
 There 's no home upon earth ; the soul has no home. 
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68 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Shall it leave the low earth and soar to the sky. 
 And seek for a home in the mansions on high ? 
 In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling be given, 
 And the soul find a home in the glory of heaven I 
 
 Yes — yes — there 's a home ; 
 There's a home in high heaven — the soul has a home, 
 
 O holy and sweet its rest shall be there ! — 
 Free forever from sin, and sorrow, and care ; 
 And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise, 
 To welcome the soul to its home in the skies ; 
 
 Home — home — home of the soul, 
 The bosom of God is the home of the soul. 
 
 OUR BONDAGE IT SHALL END. 
 
 Our bondage it shall end by and by, 
 
 From Egypt's yoke set free ; 
 
 Hail the glorious jubilee, 
 And to Canaan we'll return by and by. 
 
 Our Deliverer he shall come by and by, 
 And our sorrows have an end, 
 With our threescore years and ten, 
 
 And vast glory crown the day by and by. 
 
 Though our enemies are strong, we '11 go on ; 
 
 Though our hearts dissolve with fear, 
 
 Lo ! Sinai's God is near, 
 "While the fiery pillar moves we'll go on. 
 
 Though Marah has bitter streams, we '11 go on ; 
 
 Though Baca's vale be dry, 
 
 And the land yield no supply, 
 To a land of corn and wine we '11 go on. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 69 
 
 And when to Jordan's floods we are come, 
 
 Jehovah rules the tide, 
 
 And the waters he '11 divide, 
 And the ransomed host shall shout, we are come. 
 
 Then friends shall meet again who have loved, 
 
 Our embraces shall be sweet, 
 
 At the dear Redeemer's feet, 
 When we meet to part no more who have loved. 
 
 Then with all the happy throng we '11 rejoice, 
 
 Shouting glory to our King, 
 
 Till the vaults of heaven ring, 
 And through all eternity we '11 rejoice. 
 
 LAY UP NEARER, BROTHER. 
 
 The New-England Diadem gives its readers the following beauti- 
 ful stanzas, which were suggested by hearing read an extract of a 
 letter from Capt. Chase, giving an account of the sickness and death 
 of his brother-in-law, Mr. Brown Owen, who died on his passage to 
 California. We have seldom met anything so painfully interesting 
 in every line, and it will be read with ■ tearful eyes " by many who 
 have lost brothers, fathers, husbands, or sons on their way to, or 
 after having reached, the land of gold and of graves. 
 
 Lay up nearer, brother, nearer ; 
 
 For my limbs are growing cold, 
 And thy presence seemeth dearer 
 
 When thy arms around me fold. 
 I am dying, brother, dying, 
 
 Soon you '11 miss me in your berth ; 
 For my form will soon be lying 
 
 'Neath the ocean's briny surf. 
 
 Hearken to me, brother, hearken ; 
 I have something I would say 
 
70 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Ere the veil my vision darken, 
 And I go' from hence away : 
 
 I am going, surely going, 
 
 But my hope in God is strong ; 
 
 I am willing, brother, knowing 
 That he doeth nothing wrong. 
 
 Tell my father, when you greet him, 
 
 That in death I pray'd for him — 
 Pray'd that I might one day meet him 
 
 In a world that 's free from sin ; 
 Tell my mother, (God assist her 
 
 Now that she is growing old,) — 
 Tell, her child would glad have kiss'd her 
 
 When his lips grew pale and cold. 
 
 Listen, brother, catch each whisper, 
 
 'T is my wife I 'd speak of now : 
 Tell, O ! tell her how I miss'd her, 
 
 When the fever burn'd my brow ; 
 Tell her, brother, (closely listen, 
 
 Don't forget a single word,) 
 That in death my eyes did glisten 
 
 With the tears her rnem'ry stirr'd. 
 
 Tell her she must kiss my children, 
 
 Like the kiss I last impress'd ; 
 Hold them as when last I held them, 
 
 Folded closely to my breast ; 
 Give them early to their Maker, 
 
 Putting all her trust in God, 
 .And he never will forsake her, 
 
 For he 's said so in his word. 
 
 O, my children ! Heaven bless them ! 
 
 They were all my life to me ; 
 Would I could once more caress them 
 
 Ere I sink beneath the sea ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 7l 
 
 'T was for them I cross' d the ocean, 
 What my hopes were I'll not tell, 
 
 But I 've gain'd an orphan's portion, 
 Yet He doeth all things well. 
 
 Tell my sister I remember 
 
 Ev'ry kindly parting word, 
 And my heart has been kept tender 
 
 By the thoughts their mem'ry stirr'd ; 
 Tell them I ne'er reach'd the haven 
 
 Where I sought the " precious dust," 
 But I gain'd a port called Heaven, 
 
 Where the gold will never rust. 
 
 Urge them to secure an entrance, 
 
 For they '11 find their brother there ; 
 Faith in Jesus and repentance, B 
 
 Will secure for each a share. 
 Hark ! I hear my Saviour speaking, 
 
 'T is his voice I know so well ; 
 When I 'in gone, O do n't be weeping, 
 
 Brother, here 's my last farewell ! 
 
 THE HAPPY MAN. 
 
 How happy is the man who has chosen wisdom's 
 
 ways, 
 And measures out his span to his God in prayer 
 
 and praise ; 
 His God and his Bible are all he desires, 
 To holiness of heart he continually aspires ; 
 In poverty he is happy, for he knows he has a Friend 
 That never will forsake him, though the world shall 
 
 have an end. 
 
72 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 He rises in the morning, with the lark he tunes his 
 
 lays, 
 And offers up his tribute to his God in prayer and 
 
 praise ; 
 And then to his labour cheerfully repairs, 
 In confidence, believing that his God will hear his 
 
 prayers ; 
 "Whatever he engages in, at home or abroad, 
 His object is to honour and to glorify God. 
 
 And thus you have his history through life from 
 
 day to day — 
 Religion is no mystery to him, it is a beaten way ; 
 And when on his pillow he lies down to die, 
 In hope he rejoices, for he knows his Saviour's nigh ; 
 And when life's lamp is flickering, his soul on wings 
 
 of love 
 Flies away to realms of glory, there to reign with 
 
 Christ above. 
 
 THE WIFE. 
 
 She clung to him with woman's love, 
 
 Like ivy to the oak, 
 Whilst o'er his head, with crushing force, 
 
 Earth's chilling tempests broke. 
 
 And when the world look'd cold on him, 
 And blight hung o'er his name, 
 
 She soothed his cares with woman's love, 
 And bade him rise again. 
 
 When care had furrow'd o'er his brow, 
 And clouded his young hours, 
 
 She wove, amidst his crown of thorns, 
 A wreath of love's own flow'rs. 
 
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 And never did that wreath decay, 
 
 Or the bright flow'ret wither, 
 For woman's tears e'er nourish'd them, 
 
 That they might bloom forever. 
 
 'T is ever thus with woman's love, 
 True till life's storms have pass'd ; 
 
 And, like the vine around the tree, 
 It braves them to the last. 
 
 WHEN JOSEPH HIS BRETHREN BEHELD. 
 
 When Joseph his brethren beheld, 
 
 Afflicted and trembling with fear, 
 His heart with compassion was fill'd, 
 
 For weeping he could not forbear. ■ 
 Awhile his behaviour was rough, 
 
 To bring their past sins to their mind, 
 But when they were humbled enough, 
 
 He hasten'd to show himself kind. 
 
 How little they thought it was he 
 
 Whom they had ill-trea'ted and sold ! 
 How great their confusion must be 
 
 As soon as his name he had told ! 
 "I'm Joseph your brother,' 7 he said, 
 
 " And still to my heart you are dear ; 
 You sold me, and thought I was dead, 
 
 But God, for your sakes, sent me here." 
 
 Though greatly distressed before, 
 
 When charged with purloining the cup, 
 
 They now were confounded much more — 
 Not one of them durst to look up. 
 
?4 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 "Can Joseph, whom we would have slain, 
 
 Forgive us the evil we did ? 
 And will he our households maintain ? — 
 
 O this is a brother indeed !" 
 
 Thus dragged by my conscience I came, 
 
 And laden with guilt, to the Lord, 
 Surrounded with terror and shame, 
 
 Unable to utter a word. 
 At first he look'd stern and severe ; 
 
 What anguish then pierced my heart ; 
 Expecting each moment to hear 
 
 The sentence, " Thou cursed, depart !" 
 
 But O ! what surprise when he spoke, 
 
 While tenderness beam'd in his face ; 
 My heart then to pieces was broke, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace. 
 " Poor sinner, I know thee full well — 
 
 By thee I was sold and was slain ; 
 But I died to redeem thee from hell, 
 
 And raise thee in glory to reign. 
 
 " I'm Jesus, whom thou hast blasphemed, 
 
 And crucified often afresh ; 
 But let me henceforth be esteem'd 
 
 Thy brother, thy bone and thy flesh ; 
 My pardon I freely bestow, 
 
 Thy wants I will fully supply ; 
 I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 
 
 And soon will remove thee on high." 
 
 " Go, publish to sinners around, 
 That they may be willing to come, 
 
 The mercy which now you have found, 
 And tell them that yet there is room." 
 
SPIRITUAL SONG?. 75 
 
 O, sinners, the message obey ! 
 
 No more vain excuses pretend ; 
 But come, without further delay, 
 
 To Jesus, our brother and friend. 
 
 A CALL TO SINNERS, 
 
 O, careless sinner, come, 
 
 Pray now attend ; 
 This world is not your home, 
 It soon will end ; 
 Jehovah calls aloud, Forsake the thoughtless crowd, 
 Pursue the road to God and happy be. 
 
 No happiness you'll find 
 
 While thus you go, 
 No fear unto your mind ; 
 But fear and woe 
 Attend you evVy day, while far from God you stray, 
 O, sinners, come away and happy be. 
 
 Nor do I call alone ; 
 
 The Saviour too, 
 E'en with his dying groans, 
 Cries, Bid adieu 
 To sin and folly now, and to his sceptre bow, 
 And he will tell you how to live anew. 
 
 But if you still refuse, 
 
 Down, down you '11 go, 
 And with the wicked Jews 
 The road to woe. 
 Alas! how can you Blight the rays of gospel light, 
 And sink in endless night, where silence reigns. 
 
76 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 I bid you all farewell 
 With aching heart, 
 And in deep sorrow tell 
 That we must part, 
 While on to heav'n we go, and you are bound to 
 woe, 
 Alas ! it must be so, if you rebel. 
 
 I look on you again, 
 
 And hoping say, 
 Why won't you leave your sins, 
 And come away 
 From Satan's cruel pow'r, and live forever more, 
 And bless the joyful hour when life began. 
 
 All hail ! we welcome then 
 
 Your happy flight 
 From Kedar's tents of sin 
 To glory bright. 
 We '11 travel on with you, and bid the world adieu, 
 And endless joys pursue till all is ours. 
 
 Then we will range around 
 
 The peaceful plains, 
 Where pleasure hath no bounds, 
 Where glory reigns. 
 We '11 fall at Jesus' feet, where joys are all complete, 
 And in sweet raptures meet, to part no more. 
 
 THE SACRIFICE. 
 
 The morning sun rose bright and clear, 
 On Abraham's tent it gaily shone, 
 
 And all was bright and cheerful there, 
 All save the patriarch's heart alone. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 77 
 
 While God's command arose to mind, 
 
 It forced into his eye a tear ; 
 Although his soul was all resign'd, 
 
 Yet nature fondly linger'd there. 
 
 The simple morning feast was spread, 
 
 And Sarah at the banquet smiled ; 
 Joy o'er her face its lustre spread, 
 
 For near her sat her only child. 
 The charms that pleaesd a monarch's eye, 
 
 Upon her cheek had left their trace ; 
 His highly- augur' d destiny 
 
 Was written on his heavenly face. 
 
 The groaning father turn'd away, 
 
 And walk'd the inner tent apart ; 
 He felt his fortitude decay, 
 
 While nature w T hisper'd in his heart : 
 O ! must this son, to whom was given 
 
 The promise of a blessed land, 
 Heir to the choicest gifts of Heaven, 
 
 Be slain by a fond father's hand ? — 
 
 This son, for whom my eldest born 
 
 Was sent an outcast from his home, 
 And in some wilderness forlorn 
 
 A savage exile doom'd to roam ! 
 But shall a feeble worm rebel, 
 
 And murmur at a father's rod ? 
 Shall he be backward to fulfil 
 
 The known and certain will of God ? 
 
 Arise, my son ! the cruet fill, 
 
 And store the scrip with due supplies ; 
 For we must seek Moriah's hill 
 
 And offer there a sacrifice. 
 
78 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 The mother raised a speaking eye, 
 And all a mother's soul was there; 
 
 She fear'd the desert drear and dry, 
 She fear'd the savage lurking there. 
 
 Abrah'm beheld, and made reply : 
 
 On Him from whom our blessings flow, 
 My sister, we by faith rely ; 
 
 'Tis God's command, and we must go. 
 The duteous son in haste obey'd, 
 
 The scrip was fill'd, the mules prepared, 
 And with the third day's twilight shade 
 
 Moriah's lofty hill appear'd. 
 
 The menials they at distance wait, 
 
 Alone ascend the son and sire, 
 The wood on Isaac's shoulder laid, 
 
 The wood to build his funeral pyre. 
 No passions sway'd the father's mind, 
 
 He felt a calm, a death-like chill ; 
 His soul was chaste and all resign'd, 
 
 Bow'd meekly, though he shudder'd still. 
 
 While on the mountain's brow they stood, 
 
 With smiling wonder Isaac cries : 
 My father, lo ! the fire and wood, 
 
 But where 's the lamb for sacrifice ! 
 The Holy Spirit stay'd his mind, 
 
 While Abrah'm answer'd low and calm, 
 With steady voice, and look resign'd, 
 
 God will himself provide the lamb. 
 
 But lo! the* father bound his son, 
 And laid him on the funeral pile ; 
 
 Aoid then stretch'd forth his trembling hand, 
 And took the knife to slay his child. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 79 
 
 While Abrah'm raised the blade full high, 
 
 To execute his God's command. 
 An angel's voice, as from the sky, 
 
 Cried, Abrah'm, spare thine only son. 
 
 But let no pen, profane like mine, 
 
 On holiest themes too rashly dare ; 
 Turn to the Book of books divine, 
 
 And read the precious promise there. 
 Ages on ages roll'd away, 
 
 At length the hour appointed came, 
 When, on the mountain Calvary, 
 
 God did himself provide the Lamb. 
 
 DANIEL IN THE LIONS' DEN. 
 
 Among the Jewish nations one Daniel there was 
 
 found, 
 Whose unexampled piety astonish'd all around ; 
 They saw him very pious and faithful to the Lord, 
 Three times a day he bowed to supplicate his God. 
 
 Among the king's high princes this Daniel was the 
 
 first, 
 The king preferr'd the spirit this Daniel did possess ; 
 His unexampled piety provoked their jealousy, 
 The princes sought his ruin, — obtain'd a firm decree. 
 
 Should any man or woman a supplication bring, 
 For thirty days ensuing, save unto thee, O king, 
 To any lord or master, or any other man, 
 They should without distinction fall in the lions' den. 
 
 But now when Daniel heard it, straight to his house 
 
 he went, 
 To beg his God's protection — 'twas all his whole 
 
 intent ; 
 
80 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 His windows being open, before his God he bow'd ; 
 The princes were assembled, they saw him worship 
 God. 
 
 They came to King Darius and spake of his decree, 
 Saying, That Hebrew Daniel doth nothing care for 
 
 thee: 
 Before his God he boweth three times in every day, 
 With all his windows open, and we have heard him 
 
 pray. 
 
 Now when Darius heard it, his soul did sore lament ; 
 He set his heart on Daniel, the sentence to prevent : 
 The princes then assembled and to the king they 
 
 said, 
 Remember your great honour, likewise the laws you 
 
 made. 
 
 Darius then commanded that. Daniel should be 
 brought, 
 
 And cast into the lions' den, because the Lord he 
 sought ; 
 
 The king then said to Daniel, That God whom you 
 adore, 
 
 Will save you from the lions, and bless, you ever- 
 more. 
 
 The king went to his palace and fasted all the night, 
 He neither ate nor drank, nor in music took delight ; 
 So early the next morning he stole along the way, 
 And came unto the lions' den, where this bold He- 
 brew lay. 
 
 Then with a voice of mourning, to Daniel cried 
 
 aloud, 
 Saying, Dantel, Daniel, thou servant of the Lord, 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 81 
 
 Is not thy God sufficient for to deliver thee ? — 
 That God in whom thou trustest and serve con- 
 tinually. 
 
 My God hath sent his angel and shut the lions' 
 
 jaws, 
 So that they have not hurt me my enemies they 
 
 saw. 
 Then straight the kins: commanded to take him out 
 
 the den ; 
 Because in God he -trusted, no harm was found in 
 
 him. 
 
 See how the faithful Daniel fear'd not the face of 
 
 clay— 
 'T was not the king's commandment that made him 
 
 cease to pray ; 
 He knew that God was with him, to save his soul 
 
 from death ; 
 He trusted in Jehovah, and pray'd at every breath. 
 
 SECOND PART. 
 
 Darius then commanded those wretches to be 
 
 brought 
 Who had, with so much boldness, the life of Daniel 
 
 sought ; 
 On women, men and children the sentence being 
 
 pass'd, 
 Among the angry lions those sinners then were cast. 
 
 The lions rush'd with vengeance upon those wicked 
 
 men, 
 And tore them all to pieces ere they to the bottom 
 
 came : 
 Thus God will save his children who put their trust 
 
 in him, 
 And punish their offenders with agonies extreme. 
 6 
 
82 SPIRITUAL S0SG3. 
 
 'T was tlien a proclamation Darius issued forth, 
 Commanding all the people that dwelt upon the 
 
 earth, 
 To fear the God of Daniel, for he's the living God, 
 "Whose kingdom is forever, and shall not be de- 
 stroyed. 
 
 He maketh signs and wonders in heaven and on 
 
 earth, 
 Who hath delivered Daniel, and shut the lions' 
 
 mouth ; 
 Who saved the Hebrew children when cast into the 
 
 flame ; 
 Who is the God .of heaven, and spreads his wide 
 
 domain. 
 
 This Daniel's God is gracious to all his children 
 
 dear; 
 He gives them consolation, and tells them not to 
 
 fear ; 
 He's promised to support them, and bring them 
 
 safe to dwell 
 Eternally in- heaven, but dooms their foes to hell. 
 
 Hark, sinners ! hear the gospel, it says to you re- 
 pent ; 
 
 Come, try a bleeding Saviour, for you his blood was 
 spilt ; 
 
 He died to purchase pardon*, that we might, by his 
 power, 
 
 Escape the roaring lion that seeks us to devour. 
 
 O will you be persuaded, by one who loves your soul, 
 To turn and seek salvation, w>ih Christ in heaven to 
 dwell ; 
 
8PIRITUAL SONGS. 83 
 
 Come, serve the God of Daniel, 't is Jesus bids you 
 
 come, 
 You '11 find a hearty welcome in Christ the bleeding 
 
 Lamb. 
 
 Glory to God ! O glory ! for his redeeming love ; 
 Religion makes us happy here, and will in worlds 
 
 above ; 
 We '11 sing bright hallelujahs, and join the holy 
 
 song, 
 With Moses, Job, and Daniel, and all the heavenly 
 
 throno*. 
 
 WHITHER GOEST THOU, PILGRIM STRANGER? 
 
 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger, 
 Wand'ring through this lonely vale ? 
 Know'st thou not 't is full of danger ? 
 And will not thy courage fail ? 
 Chorus. — No, I 'm bound for the kingdom, 
 Will you go to glory with me ? 
 hallelujah! O hallelujah! 
 
 I 'm bound for the kingdom, 
 Will you go to glorv with me ? 
 O hallelujah ! O hallelujah I 
 
 Pilgrim thou hast justly call'd me, 
 Passing through a waste so wide ; 
 
 But no harm will e'er befall me 
 
 While I 'm bleas'd with such a guide. 
 For I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 Such a guide ! — no guide attends thee, 
 Hence for thee my fesn arise ; 
 
 If some guardian pow'r befriend thee, 
 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 
 
 O, I 'm bound, tic. 
 
84 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Yes, unseen ; but still believe me, 
 Such a guide my steps attend ; 
 
 He '11 in ev'ry strait relieve me, 
 He will guide me to the end. 
 For I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, 
 Darkly winding through the vale ; 
 
 Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee, 
 Would, not then thy courage fail ? 
 No, I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 No, that stream has nothing frightful, 
 To its brink my steps I '11 bend ; 
 
 Thence to plunge 't will be delightful, 
 There my pilgrimage will end. 
 For I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 While I gazed, with speed surprising 
 
 Down the stream she plung'd from sight ; 
 
 Gazing still, I saw her rising 
 
 Like an angel clothed with light. 
 O, I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 Cease, my heart, this mournful crying, 
 Death will burst this sullen gloom ; 
 
 Soon my spirit, flutt'ring, flying, 
 Will be borne beyond the tomb. 
 For I 'm bound, &c. 
 
 DANIEL'S WISDOM. 
 
 Daniel's wisdom may I know, 
 Stephen's faith and spirit show ; 
 John's divine communion feel, 
 Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal ; 
 Run like the unwearied Paul, 
 Win the day and conquer all. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 85 
 
 Mary's love may I possess, 
 Lydia's tender-heartedness ; 
 Peter's ardent spirit feel, 
 James's faith by works reveal; 
 Like young Timothy, may I 
 Ev'ry sinful passion fly. 
 
 Job's submission may I show, 
 David's true devotion know ; 
 Samuel's call O may I hear, 
 Lazarus' happy portion share ; 
 Let Isaiah's hallow'd fire 
 All my new-born soul inspire. 
 
 Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer, 
 Gideon's steadfast, valiant care ; 
 Joseph's purity impart, 
 Isaac's meditating heart; 
 Abraham's friendship let me prove, 
 Faithful to the God I love. 
 
 Most of all, may I pursue 
 That example Jesus drew ; 
 By my life and conduct show, 
 How he lived and walk'd below ; 
 Day by day, through grace restored, 
 Imitate my blessed Lord. 
 
 When those dreams of life are fled, 
 When those wasting lamps are dead ; 
 When in cold oblivion's shade, 
 Youth, and fame, and power are laid; 
 Where immortal spirits reign, 
 There may wo all meet again. 
 
3 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 HEAVENLY SOUNDINGS. 
 
 To heav'n I'm bound with prosp'rous gales, 
 My bark by grace doth safely steer, 
 
 And going under gospel sails, 
 
 Celestial prospects bright appear* — 
 
 To sound her ground my faith now springs, 
 
 And to her Author thus she sings, 
 " Thy will be done!"" 
 
 As bearing up to gain the port, 
 
 A blood-stain'd cross and heav'n in view, 
 A Saviour's wounds, my harbour — fort — 
 
 The beacon, to my vessel true ; 
 Again my faith her soundings tries, 
 And to my soul's sure Pilot cries, 
 " A blessed hope !" 
 
 Now as the blissful shore draws near, 
 With transport I behold the place 
 
 Where dwells my friend, my Saviour dear, 
 And long with joy to see his face ; 
 
 Once more my faith doth try her ground, 
 And thus reechoes back the sound, 
 " Christ is my rock !" 
 
 MY FATHER'S LAND. 
 
 There is a place where my hopes are stay'd, 
 
 My heart and my treasure are there ; 
 Where verdure and blossoms never fade, 
 And fields are eternally fair. 
 Chorus. — That blissful place is my Father's land, 
 By faith its delights I explore ; 
 Come, favour my flight, angelic band, 
 And waft me in peace to that shore. 
 
SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 87 
 
 Tnere is a place where the angels dwell, 
 
 A pure and a peaceful abode ; 
 The joys of that place no tongue can tell, 
 
 But there is the palace of God. 
 
 There is a place where my friends are gone, 
 Who worshipped and suffered with me ; 
 
 Exalted with Christ high on his throne, 
 The King in his glory they see. 
 
 There is a place where I hope to live, 
 
 When life with its labours is o'er ; 
 A place which the Lord to me will give, 
 
 And there I shall suffer no more. 
 
 THE OLD FAMILY BIBLE. 
 O that I were as in months past. — Job xxix, 2. 
 
 How painfully pleasing the fond recollection 
 Of youthful connexions and innocent joy ; 
 
 When, blest with parental advice and affection, 
 Surrounded with mercies, with peace from on 
 
 I still view the chairs of my sire and mother, 
 
 The seats of each offspring as ranged on each 
 hand, 
 
 And that richest of books, which excell'd every other, 
 The Family Bible, which lay on the stand — 
 
 The old-fashionM Bible, the dear blessed Bible, 
 
 The Family Bible, which lay on the stand. 
 
 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, 
 
 At morn and at evening could yield us delight ; 
 
 And the prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation, 
 For mercy by day and for safety through night. 
 
88 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Our hymns of thanksgiving, with harmony swelling, 
 All warm from the hearts of the family band, 
 
 Half raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling 
 Described in the Bible that lay on the stand — 
 
 The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible, 
 
 The Family Bible, which lay on the stand. 
 
 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we parted ; 
 
 My hopes almost gone, and my parents no 
 more, 
 In sorrow and sadness I live broken-hearted, 
 
 And wander unknown on a far distant shore ; 
 Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection, 
 
 Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand ; 
 O let me with patience receive his correction, 
 
 And think of the Bible that lay on the stand — r 
 The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible, 
 The Family Bible that lay on the stand. 
 
 WHY THOSE FEARS? 
 
 Why those fears ? — behold, 't is Jesus 
 Holds the helm and guides the ship ; 
 
 Spread the sails and catch the breezes 
 Sent to waft us through the deep 
 
 To the regions 
 Where the mourners cease to weep. 
 
 Could we stay where death was hov'ring ? 
 
 Could we rest on such a shore ? 
 No, the awful truth discovering, 
 
 We could linger there no more : 
 We forsake it, 
 
 Leaving all we loved before. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. * 89 
 
 Though the shore we wish to land on 
 
 Only by report is known, 
 Yet we freely all abandon, 
 
 Led by that report alone, 
 And with Jesus 
 
 Through the trackless deep move on. 
 
 Led by that, we brave the ocean ; 
 
 Led by that, the storms defy ; 
 Calm amidst tumultuous motion, 
 
 Knowing that our Lord is nigh : 
 Waves obey him, 
 
 And the storms before him fly. 
 
 Rendered safe by his protection, 
 We shall pass the wat'ry waste ; 
 
 Trusting to his wise direction, 
 We shall gain the port at last ; 
 
 And with wonder 
 Think on toils and dangers past. 
 
 O ! what pleasures there await us ! 
 
 There the tempests cease to roar ; 
 There it is that those who hate us 
 
 Can molest our peace no more : 
 Trouble ceases 
 
 On that tranquil, happy shore. 
 
 THE WHITE PILGRIM'S GRAVE. 
 
 I came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay, 
 
 And pensively sat by hi3 tomb, 
 When, in a low whisper, I heard some one say, 
 
 " How sweetly I sleep here alone ! 
 
90 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 " The tempests may howl, and the loud thunders 
 roll, 
 
 And gathering storms may arise, 
 Yet calm are my feelings, at rest is my soul, 
 
 The tears are all wiped from these eye-8. 
 
 " The cause of my Master compelled me from home , 
 
 I bade my companion farewell ; 
 I left my sweet children, who now for me mourn, 
 
 In far distant regions to dwell. 
 
 " I wander'd, an exile and stranger below, 
 
 To publish salvation abroad, 
 The trump of the gospel endeavoured to blow, 
 
 Inviting poor sinners to God. 
 
 " But when, among strangers and far from my home, 
 
 No kindred or relative nigh, 
 I met the contagion and sank in the tomb. 
 
 My spirit ascended on high. 
 
 " O tell my companion, and children most dear, 
 To weep not for Joseph, though gone ; 
 
 The same Hand that led me through scenes dark 
 and drear 
 Has kindly assisted me home." 
 
 I call'd at the house of the mourner below, 
 
 I enter'd the mansion of grief ; 
 The tears of deep sorrow most freely did flow — 
 
 I tried, but could give no relief. 
 
 There sat a lone widow dejected and sad, 
 By affliction and sorrow oppress'd ; 
 
 And here were her children in mourning array'd, 
 And sighs were escaping each breast. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 91 
 
 I spoke to the widow concerning her grief, 
 
 I ask'd her the cause of her woe ; 
 And why there was nothing to give her relief, 
 
 Or soothe her deep sorrow below. 
 
 She look'd at her children, then look'd upon me ; 
 
 That look I can never forget ; 
 More eloquent far than a seraph can be, 
 
 It spoke of the trials she met. 
 
 " The hand of affliction falls heavily now ; 
 
 I am left with my children to mourn ; 
 The friend of my youth is silent and low, 
 
 In yonder cold grave-yard alone ! 
 
 " But why should I mourn, or feel to complain, 
 
 Or think that fortune is hard ? 
 Have I met with affliction — 't is truly his gain — 
 
 He's enter'd the joy of his Lord ! 
 
 " His work is completed and finish'd below ; 
 
 His last tear is fallen, I trust ; 
 He has preach'd his last sermon and met his last 
 foe ; 
 
 Has conquer'd, and now is at rest !" 
 
 THE RESURRECTION HYMN. 
 
 O, they crucified my Saviour ; 
 
 O, they crucified my Saviour ; 
 
 O, they crucified my Saviour, 
 
 And they nail'd him to the cross : 
 But he arose, he arose, he arose from the dead ; 
 He arose and went to heaven on a cloud. 
 
92 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Then Joseph begg'd his body, 
 And he laid it in the tomb. 
 But he arose, &c. 
 
 Then down came the angels, 
 And they roll'd away the stone. 
 Then he arose, &c. 
 
 O, the grave it could not hold him, 
 For he burst the bonds of death. 
 Then he arose, &c. 
 
 Then Mary came a-running, 
 A-looking for her Lord. 
 But he arose, &e. 
 
 O, where have you laid him ? 
 For he is not in the tomb. 
 For he arose, &c. 
 
 Go, tell John and Peter 
 I have risen from the dead. 
 
 Go, tell to doubting Thomas 
 I have risen from the dead. 
 
 Then our hearts they burn'd within us 
 As he talk'd along the way. 
 
 O, why stand ye gazing, 
 O, ye men of Galilee ? 
 
 Don't you see him now ascending, 
 There to plead for you and me ? 
 
 In the world there 's tribulation, 
 But in me ye shall have peace. 
 
 By-and-by we '11 go and meet him, 
 Where pleasures never die. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 93 
 
 WHKN" I SET OUT FOR GLORY. 
 
 When I set out for glory 
 I left the world behind, 
 Determined for a city 
 
 That 's out of sight to find. 
 Chorus. — And to glory I will go, 
 
 And to glory I will go, I '11 go, I '11 go, 
 And to glory I will go. 
 
 I left ray worldly honour, 
 
 I left my worldly fame, 
 I left my young companions, 
 
 And with them my good name. 
 
 Some said I'd 'better tarry, 
 
 They thought I was too young 
 
 Then to prepare for dying, 
 But that was all my theme. 
 
 Come, all my loving brethren, 
 
 And listen to my cry ; 
 All you that are backsliders 
 
 Must shortly beg or die. 
 
 And to begging I will go, &c. 
 
 The Lord, he loves the beggar 
 
 Who truly begs indeed ; 
 He always will relieve him 
 
 Whene'er he stands in need. 
 
 I 'm not ashamed to beg 
 
 While here on earth I stay ; 
 I 'm not ashamed to watch, 
 
 I 'm not ashamed to pray. 
 
94 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 The richest man I ever saw 
 
 Was one that begg'd the most ; 
 
 His soul was fill'd with Jesus 
 And with the Holy Ghost. 
 
 And now we are encouraged, 
 
 Come, let us travel on, 
 Until we join the angels 
 
 And sing the holy song. 
 
 And to glory we will go, &c. 
 
 THE LITTLE HYMN 
 
 Come, little children, now we may partake a little 
 
 morsel ; 
 For little songs and little ways adorn 'd a great 
 
 apostle : 
 A little drop of Jesus' blood can make a feast of 
 
 union ; 
 It is by little steps we move into a full communion. 
 
 A little faith does mighty deeds quite past all my 
 
 recounting, 
 Faith, like a little mustard -seed, can move a lofty 
 
 mountain ; 
 A little charity and zeal — a little tribulation — 
 A little patience — makes us feel great peace and 
 
 consolation. 
 
 A little cross with cheerfulness, a little self-denial, 
 Will help us feel our troubles less, and bear the 
 
 greater trial ; 
 The Spirit, like a little dove, on Jesus once descended, 
 To show his meekness and his lo?e the emblem was 
 
 intended. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 95 
 
 The title of the little Lamb unto our Lord was given, 
 Such was our Saviour's little name, the Lord of earth 
 
 and heaven ; 
 A little voice that's small and still can rule the 
 
 whole creation, 
 A little stone that earth shall fill, and humble every 
 
 nation. 
 
 A little zeal supplies the soul, it doth the heart in- 
 spire ; 
 
 A little spark lights up the whole and sets the crowd 
 on fire ; 
 
 A little union serves to hold the good and tender- 
 hearted, 
 
 It's stronger than a chain of gold that never can 
 be parted. 
 
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96 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 HOW SWEET THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD 
 
 How sweet the memVy of the dead, 
 While sleeping on their dusty bed ! 
 Their bodies rest in silence, where 
 No glimm'ring sun can enter there. 
 Chorus. — We are passing away, 
 We are passing away, 
 We are passing away, 
 Like a long summer's day. 
 
 Our brother he is dead and gone, 
 He 's gone to join the morning song ; 
 Ah ! he did preach till almost spent, 
 And then gave up without consent. 
 
 He told us that his work was done — 
 
 He pray'd the Lord he would come down ; 
 
 A little while he talk'd and pray'd, 
 
 Then clapp'd his hands, and thus he said : 
 
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 And hear my dying speech with fear ; 
 Have I done all, have I got through, 
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 Satan tried his mind to cross, 
 He told him all his hopes were lost ; 
 He ask'd the Lord to give a sign 
 If he was born of blood divine. 
 
 A light from heaven did appear, 
 The glory of the Lord was there ; 
 I thought I heard the Saviour say — 
 " Come hither, soul, I am the way !" 
 
 " Satan, leave, for I must go, 
 
 The Lord has calPd me from below ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 91 
 
 I thank my G-od for what he's done, 
 The gift of his beloved Son ! 
 
 " Jesus me a sinner sought — 
 Was not mine a happy lot ? 
 I feel my Saviour in my breast — 
 I want to go and be at rest !" 
 
 I saw this mighty hero fall — 
 I saw him burst the prison wall — 
 I saw him when he took his flight 
 To dwell among the saints of light. 
 
 Could he another life live o'er, 
 
 He 'd range this world from shore to shore ; 
 
 He wore the mortal body down — 
 
 He wears a never-fading crown. 
 
 But see ! the mighty angels call, 
 They take him round the city's wall : 
 " Come in !" they cried, u the war is o'er !" 
 And then I saw his face no more. 
 
 OUR KINDRED DEAR TO HEAVEN HAVE GONE. 
 
 Our kindred dear to heaven have gone, 
 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 They landed safe — we '11 follow on, 
 
 To meet our friends in glory. 
 Chorus. — We 're marching to glory ! 
 We 're marching to glory ! 
 We 're marching to glory ! 
 
 To meet our. friends in glory ! 
 We 're on our way to paradise, 
 To meet our friends in glory ! 
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98 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 They had to fight their passage through — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 
 But conquer'd, as we soon shall too, 
 And meet our Mends in glory. 
 
 How bright the crowns their temples bear !— 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 
 Like crowns for us are waiting there— 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory. 
 
 What robes they wear before the throne ! — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 
 Such glorious robes shall be our own — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory. 
 
 What harps of gold they all employ ! — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 
 Such harps our hands shall strike with joy — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory. 
 
 What notes divine are on their tongues ! — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory ; 
 
 And raise with them our rapt'rous songs — 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory. 
 
 We're marching forward heart and hand, 
 
 To meet our friends in glory ; 
 And soon, in one united band, 
 
 We '11 meet our friends in glory. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
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 Though they are with the silent dead, 
 
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 To brothers, sisters dear — 
 How calm was my poor mother's look, 
 
 Who loved God's word to hear! 
 Her angel face— I see it yet ! 
 
 What thronging memories come! 
 Again that little group is met, 
 
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 Thou truest friend man ever knew, 
 
 Thy constancy I 've t?ied ; 
 When all were false I 've found thee true, 
 
 My counsellor and guide. 
 The mines of earth no treasure give, 
 
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 In teaching me the way to live, 
 
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 Where all losses are gaiu, where each sorrow and pain 
 
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SPIRITUAL SONG 3. 113 
 
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 You will not wait then for my coming feet — 
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 117 
 
 3. 
 And Jesus went "with him ; — but soon it was said 
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 Why trouble the Master, thy woes to relieve ?" — 
 But the kind Saviour whispered, " Now, only believe." 
 
 4. 
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 And, with weeping and wailing, were rending the air ; 
 But Jesus reproved them : " Why do ye thus weep? 
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 5. 
 see! w^h a touch how the maiden awakes, 
 Wh ft i the mighty Physician her hand gently takes ! 
 And, see ! from her features pale death quickly flies, 
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 Till all the ransom'd Church of God 
 Are saved, to sin no more, 
 
 4. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be, till I die. 
 
 5. Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
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 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
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 3. Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low ; 
 Strike, King of terrors — I fear not the blow ; 
 
 Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb : 
 
 Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 
 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn ; 
 Death shall be banish VI — his sceptre be gone ; 
 
 Joyfully then shall I witness his doom — 
 
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 1. Happy the spirit released from its clay ; 
 Happy the soul that goes bounding away — 
 Singing, as upward it hastes to the skies, 
 " Victory ! victory ! — homeward I rise." 
 Many the toils it has passed through below, 
 Many the seasons of trial and woe ; 
 
 Many the doubtings — it never should sing 
 " Victory ! victory \" thus on the wing. 
 
 There lies the wearisome body at rest ; 
 Closed are its eyelids, and quiet its breast ; 
 
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 While we are weeping our friends gone from earth, 
 Angels are singing their heavenly birth — 
 
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 Victory ! victory ! — weep ye no more." 
 
 How can we wish them recalled from their home, 
 
 Longer in sorrowing exile to roam ? 
 
 Safely they passed from their troubles beneath, 
 "Victory! victory !" shouting in death. 
 
 Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the skies, 
 
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122 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
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126 
 
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 With steady helm, and free-bent sail, 
 Her anchor drops within the veil : 
 Again for joy she claps her wings, 
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128 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 THE HAPPY MAN. 
 
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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 129 
 
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130 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
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 Where streams of bliss forever flow, 
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 131 
 
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 To thee, God of power ; 
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 Saved by thy redeeming love — 
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SPIRITUAL SONGS; 
 
 133 
 
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SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 185 
 
 2. 
 
 Is not the time come for the Church to be gather'd 
 
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 Baptized by one Spirit, into the one body, 
 
 Partaking Christ's flesh and his blood ? 
 They drink in one Spirit, which makes them all see 
 They 're one in Christ Jesus, wherever they be — 
 The Jew and the Gentile, the bond and the. free. 
 
 3. 
 Then blow ye the trumpet in pure testimony, 
 
 And let the world hear it again ; 
 come ye from Babylon, Egypt, and Sodom, 
 
 And make your way over the plain. 
 t!ome, wash all your robes in the blood of the Lamb, 
 And walk in the Spirit through Jesus's name — 
 In the pure testimony you will overcome. 
 
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 The world will not persecute those who are like them, 
 
 But hold them the same as their own ; 
 The pure testimony cries out, " separation," 
 
 Which causes false teachers to frown ; 
 Come out from foul spirits and practises too, 
 The track of your Saviour keep still in your view — 
 The pure testimony will cut the way through. 
 
 A battle is coming between the two kingdoms, 
 
 The armies are gathering round ; 
 The pure testimony and vile persecution 
 
 Will come to close contest ere long; 
 Then gird on your armour, ye saints of the Lord, 
 And he will direct you by his living word; 
 The pure testimony will cut like a sword. 
 
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 The great prince of darkness is must'ring his foi 
 
 To make you his pris'ners again, 
 By slanders, reproaches, and vile persecution, 
 
 That you in his cause may remain; 
 Then shun his temptations wherever they lie, 
 And feaar not his servants whatever they say ; 
 The PURE TESTIMONY will give you the day. 
 
136 
 
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 Jesus suffered, groaned, and died ; 
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 And as useful here below, 
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 Jesus, only Jesus, know. 
 None but holy ones can enter 
 
 To the pure celestial sphere ; 
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 Has the Lord a witness here ? 
 
138 
 
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 2. 
 
 Sometimes temptations blow 
 
 A dreadful hurricane ; 
 And high the waters flow, 
 And o'er the sides break in ; 
 But still my little ship outbraves 
 The blust'ring winds and surging waves, 
 
 3. 
 
 When I, in my distress, 
 
 My anchor, hope, can cast 
 Within the promises, 
 It holds my vessel fast ; 
 Safely she thenjit anchor rides, 
 Mid stormy winds and swelling tides. 
 
 4. 
 But when a heavenly breeze 
 
 Springs up and fills my sail, 
 My vessel goes with ease 
 Before the pleasant gale ; 
 And runs as much an hour, or more, 
 As in a month or two before. 
 
 5. 
 The Bible is my chart, 
 
 By it the seas I kn^w ; 
 I cannot with it part, 
 It rocks and sands doth show ; 
 It is a chart and compass too, 
 Whose needle points forever true. 
 
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 When through the voy'ge 1 get, 
 
 (Though rough, it is but short,) 
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150 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
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 My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 
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 But ah ! before the day was gone 
 I've felt as poor as ever. 
 
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 Ju^t at the door I stand ; 
 
 I know if Moses keep me back, 
 
 I surely must be damn'd. 
 
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 No, it can never 'fail : 
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 Jehovah — Lord of all ! 
 
 11. Should all tho banks of Britain break, 
 
 The Bank of England smash — 
 
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154 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 12. And if you have but one small note, 
 
 Fear not to bring it in ; 
 Come boldly to this bank of grace — 
 The Banker is within. 
 
 13. All forged notes will be refused, 
 
 Man's merits are rejected; 
 There's not a single note will pass 
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 Redeem'd by precious blood, 
 That ever had a note to bring — 
 These are the gifts of God. 
 
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 They have no notes at all — 
 Because they feel the plague of sin, 
 So ruin'd by the fall: 
 
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 All signed, and seal'd, and free — 
 Though many doubting souls may say, 
 There is not one for me. 
 
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 To say what is not true ; 
 I tell the soul who feels self-lost, 
 These notes belong to you. 
 
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 " Lord, if thou wilt thou can !" 
 The Banker cash'd his little note, 
 And heal'd the sickly man. 
 
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 He got hi3 cash — and died. 
 
INDEX TO HYMNS. 
 
 All is Well Page 124 
 
 Backslider's kament, the 122 
 
 Backslider's Return, the .' 45 
 
 Bank of Heaven, the 152 
 
 Bible, the 42 
 
 Burial of Mrs. Judson, the 114 
 
 Call to Sinners, a 75 
 
 Chariot, the 144 
 
 Christian's Experience, the 131 
 
 Christian's Farewell 55 
 
 Christian's Farewell, the 24 
 
 Christian Soldier, the GO 
 
 Christian's Song, the 26 
 
 Christian Victor, the 121 
 
 Christian's Voyage, the 138 
 
 Christ in the Garden 11 
 
 Christ's Crucifixion 13 
 
 Cross, the 48 
 
 Daniel in the Lion's Den 79 
 
 Daniel's Wisdom < v t 
 
 Delay not 151 
 
 Description of the Children of God 5 
 
 Dieslrse 21 
 
 Dying Boy, the 112 
 
 Dying Girl to her Sister, the 26 
 
 Efficacy of the Atoning Blood 117 
 
 Faithful Sentinel, the 110 
 
 Family Bible, the 101 
 
 Glory be to God alone 103 
 
 Good Morning, Brother Pilgrim 57 
 
 Gospel Ship, the G2 
 
 Gospel Steamer, the 10 
 
 Happy Man, the 71, 128 
 
 Heavenly Pilgrim, the 15 
 
 Heavenly Railroad (>:j 
 
 Heavenly Soundings , 8G 
 
156 INDEX TO HYMNS. 
 
 He doeth all things well Page 32 
 
 Here is a Band of* Brethren dear 18 
 
 Hermit, the 53 
 
 Home in Heaven 47 
 
 Home of the Soul 67 
 
 How sweet the Memory of the Dead 96 
 
 I have no Father there 105 
 
 Indian's Experience, the 54 
 
 Knights of Malta 50 
 
 Last Trumpet's Sound, the 65 
 
 Lay up nearer, Brother 69 
 
 Life of a Christian, the 3 
 
 Little Hymn, the 91 
 
 Magnetic Telegraph, the 39 
 
 March around Jerusalem 19 
 
 Meal and Cruse of Oil, the 4 
 
 Ministry of Angels, the 43 
 
 Missionary's Grave, the 61 
 
 Mote and Beam, the ., >. 30 
 
 Mountaineer's Farewell, the 56 
 
 My Father's Land 86 
 
 Narrow Way, the 51 
 
 New Gospef Ship, the 66 
 
 Oft in the Stilly Night ,.. 122 
 
 Old Family Bible, the z 87 
 
 Old Israelites, the 105 
 
 Old Oak-Tree, the 28 
 
 One in Christ Jesus 130 
 
 Our bondage it shall end 68 
 
 Our Kindred dear to Heaven have gone 97 
 
 Prayer 38 
 
 Prodigal's Return, the 108 
 
 Promises, the 15G 
 
 Pure Testimony, the 133 
 
 Resurrection Hymn, the 91 
 
 Ruler's Daughter, the < 116 
 
 Sacrifice, the 76 
 
 Saint's Sweet Home, the 148 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour? 8 
 
 Star in the East, the 102 
 
 Scattered Household, the 33 
 
 Selling Heaven 64 
 
 Sceptic, spare that Book 9 
 
 Slave's Appeal, the 29 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 157 
 
 Tempest, fhe Page 34 
 
 They know not what they do 35 
 
 Three Friends, (the) — The Separation 142 
 
 " Meeting 143 
 
 Triumph of the Christian 119 
 
 Vain world, adieu ! 126 
 
 Vaudois Teacher, the....*. 40 
 
 Warning to Sinners, a 6 
 
 Weary at Rest, the * 17 
 
 We've found the Rock 23 
 
 When I set dut fur Glory 93 
 
 When Joseph his Brethren beheld 73 
 
 When shall we all meet again? 142 
 
 White Pilgrim's Grave, the 89 
 
 Whither iroest thou, Pilgrim Stranger? 83 
 
 Whv those fears?...! 88 
 
 Wife, the , 7 J 
 
 Worldly Pleasures renounced 140 
 
 Ye shall see me 117 
 
 Young Lady's Experience, the 40 
 
 Young Convert, the •. 145 
 
 INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 
 
 Adieu! adieu! I'm dying BOW Pacre 24 
 
 A father is praying the Saviour to hear 116 
 
 A few more days on earth to spend „ 55 
 
 Afflictions, though they seem severe 106 
 
 Along the smooth and slender wires 39 
 
 A mixture of joy and trouble I daily do pass through 3 
 
 Among the Jewish nations one Daniel there was found.... 7 9 
 
 Away from his home, and the friends of his youth 110 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 102 
 
 Brother, thou art gone before us 17 
 
 Burst, ye emei aid gates, and bring 103 
 
 By the poor widow's oil and meal 
 
 Come, all you knights, you knights of Malta 50 
 
 Come, little children. n'>\v we may partake a littl 
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158 INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 
 
 Daniel's wisdom may I know Page 84 
 
 Dark and thorny is the desert 15 
 
 Day of wrath, that clay of burning 21 
 
 Delay not, delay not — sinner, cfraw near 151 
 
 Enlisted with Jesus to fight against sin 60 
 
 "Go, bring me," said the dying fair 64 
 
 Good morning, brother pilgrim 57 
 
 Happy the spirit released from its clay 121 
 
 Here is a band of brethren dear 18 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 150 
 
 How happy is the man who has chosen wisdom's ways. 71, 128 
 
 How painfully pleasing the fond recollection 87 
 
 How sweet the mem'ry of the dead 96 
 
 I came to the spot wfcere the white pilgrim lay -89 
 
 I have a never-failing Bank 152 
 
 I have sought round the verdant earth 131 
 
 I 'm tired of visits, modes, and forms 48 
 
 In a lone, silent spot, 'neath the sad drooping willow 01 
 
 In de dark wood, no Indian nigh 54 
 
 I received a gospel letter 10 
 
 I remember how I loved her, when a little guiltless child 32 
 
 I saw a wide and well-spread board 99 
 
 I 've shipp'd on board the gospel ship 66 
 
 Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move 119 
 
 Lay up nearer, brother, nearer 69 
 
 Let party names no more 130 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints ... 148 
 
 Mother, I'm dying now 112 
 
 Mother, what makes my father gone? 35 
 
 Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead 114 
 
 My brother, will you meet me 19 
 
 O, brethren, I have found 26 
 
 O, careless sinner, come 75 
 
 Oft in the stilly night 122 
 
 0, God, thou great Creator 29 
 
 (), lady fair! "these silks of mine 40 
 
 Once I loved my Redeemer, his tioek and his' fold 45 
 
 0, they crucified my Saviour 91 
 
 Our bondage, it shall end by-and-by 68 
 
 Our kindred dear to heaven have gone 97 
 
 O, where is my father — my guardian, my guide ?>/> 
 
 O, where can the soul find relief from its foes 67 
 
 Parted many a toil-spent year 143 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 159 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour? Saw ye my Saviour? Page 8 
 
 Sceptic, spare that Book y 
 
 She clung to him with woman's lo\e 72 
 
 Since meridian light commences 30 
 
 The chariot ! the chariot ! — its wheels roll in fire 144 
 
 The Christian Pilgrim sings 47 
 
 The dream is past — I'm dying now 26 
 
 The Qospel Ship has long been sailing 62 
 
 The line to heaven by Christ was made 63 
 
 The morning sun rose bright and clear 76 
 
 The old Iraelites knew what it was they must do 105 
 
 The pure testimony, put forth in the Spirit 133 
 
 There is an eye that never sleeps 38 
 
 There is a fountain fill'd with blood 117 
 
 There is a place where my hopes are stay'd 86 
 
 The Soil of Man they did betray 13 
 
 This Book is all that's left me now 101 
 
 This little Bojk I'd rather own 42 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave— but we will not deplore thee 53 
 
 Through tribulation deep , 138 
 
 To heaven I 'm bound with prosp'rous gales 86 
 
 Vain are all terrestrial pleasures 140 
 
 We have come from the mountains 56 
 
 We shall see a light appear 147 
 
 We were crowded in the cabin 34 
 
 We 've found the Rock, the travellers cried 23 
 
 What poor despised company 5 
 
 When shall we all meet again? 142 
 
 What 's this that steals, that steals upon my frame 124 
 
 When converts first begin to sing 145 
 
 When for eternal worlds we steer 126 
 
 When I set out for glory 93 
 
 When Joseph his brethren beheld 75 
 
 When nature was sinking in stillness to rest 11 
 
 When pity prompts me to look round 6 
 
 When the last trumpet's sound 65 
 
 Which of the petty kings of earth 43 
 
 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger? 83 
 
 Why these fears? — behold 'tis Jesus 88 
 
 Woodman, spare that tree 28 
 
 Ye people 'that wonder at me and my ways 46 
 
 Ye who know your sins forgiven .....* 136 
 
INDEX TO TUNES. 
 
 All is Well. 10s, 3s & 8s Page 124 
 
 Bank of Heaven. C. M 152 
 
 Burial of Mrs. Judson. 6s & 5s, or 10s & lis 114 
 
 Burst, ye Emerald Gates. 7s & Gs 103 
 
 Chariot. 11 & 12s 144 
 
 Delay Not. lis 151 
 
 Dying Boy. 6, 10, 10, 4 112 
 
 Experience. 8, 5, 8, 5, 5, 7, 5, 4 131 
 
 Faithful Sentinel, lis & 12s 110 
 
 Fountain. C. M 117 
 
 Gospel Freedom. 8s & 7s 136 
 
 Hanover, lis <fc 10s .T! 102 
 
 Happy Man. 13s & 12 .- 128 
 
 I have no Father there. C. M 99 
 
 Oft in the Stilly Night. 6, 7, 6, 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7 122 
 
 Old Israelites. 12s <fe 9s 105 
 
 Orestes. 8s & 7s 140 
 
 Prodigal's Return. C. M ." 108 
 
 Pure Testimony. 12s, 8s & lis 133 
 
 PtulerVDaughter. lis, or 6s & 5s 116 
 
 Saint's Sweet Home, lis & 5 148 
 
 Sonnet. 8s & 4 12G 
 
 Triumph. 10s 119 
 
 Unity. S. M 130 
 
 Voyage. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 6r H. M 138 
 
 When shall we all meet again ? 7s, 6 lines 142 
 
 Ye shall see me. 7, 6, 7, 3, 7, 7 147 
 
 Young Convert. C. M 145 
 
 Zerah. C. M. . 152 
 
THE 
 
 A 
 
 SUPPLEMENT TO THE FIPvST EDITION 
 
 OP 
 
 CAMP-MEETING HYMNS, 
 
 SELECTED BY G. W. HENRY, 
 
 AUTHOR OF TRAVELS IN EGYPT, TWILIGHT AND BEULAH,. 
 
 TO WHICH IS ADDED THE OPINION OF TWELVE OF THE EARLY 
 
 FATHERS OF METHODISM ON THE SUEJECT OF DEVOTIONAL 
 
 SINGING, ALSO THE NOTIONS OF THE AUTHOR OF THIS 
 
 SELECTION CONCURRING WHTH THE FATHERS. 
 
 Prove all things; hold fast that which is good. 1 Tbess. i, 21. 
 
 AUBURN : 
 WILLIAM J. MOSES. 
 1855. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 "Why should the devil have the best tunes?" was 
 oft the language of the Wesleys. of Rowland Hill, 
 George Whitefield, Hugh Bourne, and other cham- 
 pions of the cross. Every person is aware of the 
 almost omnipotent influence of national ballads on 
 national morals, and thus on the formation of national 
 character, " Hence," said a daring sinner, " I care 
 not a straw who makes the laws of a nation, if I may 
 but make the ballads." And perhaps it is not too 
 much to say, that when the Angel of Doom shall 
 read the history of ballads, it will be seen that they 
 have corrupted the morals, polluted the hearts, and 
 damned the souls of millions. The first race of 
 Methodists gave a mighty check to profane song sing- 
 ing in the following manner:— Whenever they found 
 that the devil had got a tune that seemed to charm 
 the people, some one immediately composed a hymn, 
 or spiritual song, to that tune, and thus cheated Satan 
 out of both tune and singers: and thousands in later 
 
4 PREFACE. 
 
 times have imitated these fathers of Methodism in 
 this respect, with glorious success. Witness Edward 
 Brookes, Esq., George Nichojson, Charles Richardson, 
 
 Rev. Mortimore, Edward Brown, John Cliffe* 
 
 the Primitive Methodists, Revivalists, Ann Carr, R. 
 Wmfield, &c, &c. 
 
 In this place an important question will naturally 
 arise — Have the ballads become popular from the 
 beauty and simplicity of the airs to which they have 
 been set, or otherwise? We boldly answer — While 
 we believe that thousands of our youth are polluted 
 by the influence of the jerry-shop, play-house, infi- 
 delity, and of bad example, that they would prefer an 
 obscene song, with any tune, to even the holy psalms 
 of David, or the next-to inspired hymns of Wesley, 
 Watts or Montgomery; yet, at the same time, we 
 have no hesitation in saying that it has been the 
 tunes, rather than the words, that have drawn away 
 so many of our Sabbath scholars; and it is from this 
 that we infer the salutary tendency of an attempt to 
 redeem our best popular airs, by adapting them to 
 the songs ofZion. We have long listened to all that 
 has been advanced against the introduction of song* 
 tunes into the worship of God; and all that we mean 
 to say in reply, in this place, shall be in the language 
 of an old divine : — " Why, there are only seven or 
 eight notes to all the tunes in the world, and they all 
 
PREFACE. 5 
 
 belong to Jesus Christ; so that, if the* devil wants 
 any fresh ones, he must make them," The plain 
 fact is, psalm or hymn tunes (so called) can bo 
 adapted to any song of the same metre. Witness the 
 " Old Hundred," which is oft sung in the most filthy 
 obscene song in the devil's nook. But shall the 
 church of Cnrist abandon its claims to so good and 
 solemn a tune on that account? No! 
 
 We are not pleading for the introduction of those 
 light songs and tunes with a view to supersede those 
 of Charles Wesley or Dr. Watts. No, no, no ! All 
 that we ask is, let them be judiciously introduced 
 into our infant and Sabbath schools, family worship, 
 protracted and revival meetings, love feasts, prayer 
 meetings, open air services, class meetings, tea meet- 
 ings, &c, &c, and we have no fear but they will be 
 attended with the blessing of God. We have known 
 thousands attracted to the house of the Lord by such 
 singing, and what is far better attracted to the cross. 
 It will be quite soon enough to vindicate the use of 
 song tunes in the worship of God, when any Christian 
 shall bring a scriptural or common sense objection 
 against it. 
 
 ■ If we don't use such tunes to advantage, the devil 
 will"— Rev. J. M. 
 
 "While lukewarm ministers are stopping warm- 
 hearted young Christians from singing song tunes in 
 
 1* 
 
6 . PREFACE. 
 
 the house of the Lord, the children of this world, 
 who are wiser than the children of light, use them to 
 fill the tap-room, theatre, jerry-shop, &c." — Rev. J. C. 
 
 " Brother Cliffe converts more sinners by his lively 
 singing, than some fifty of us do by our preaching." 
 — An American Minister. 
 
 " I have known the ranters enter a town at a time 
 when the place has been nearly flooded with political 
 and infidel excitement — and with their lively singing 
 sweep the whole place." — Rev. G. H. 
 
 "I have attended feasts, pleasure fairs, horse-racings, 
 &c, with a band of lively singers, and have often 
 succeeded in drawing hundreds of the young from 
 Satan's sports." — Rev. J. S. 
 
 "It is foolishness to say that singing song tunes in 
 the house of God will revive old feelings; it will raise 
 feelings of holy gratitude to think that we are not 
 singing the tunes to the devil's songs. Let thousands 
 of converted souls, who now sing Zion's songs to 
 those tunes, testify to the truth of this assertion." — 
 Rev. J. C. 
 
 <c Look at the teetotalers,- how they have succeeded 
 in taking tunes from Bacchus, and will any one say 
 that the singing such tunes is a temptation to them 
 to go back to drink again ?" — Rev. F. B. 
 
 " I long to see the devil a bankrupt for good tunes." 
 — Rev. G. P. 
 
In conclusion, we can not do better than give the 
 following from the Rev. R. Chester's Penny Selection 
 of Revival Hyms. 
 
 Wesley's directions for congregational singing, 
 
 Abridged. 
 
 " That this part of divine worship may be more ac- 
 ceptable to God, as well as more profitable to your- 
 self and others, be careful to observe the following 
 directions: — 
 
 " 1. Sing all. See that you join with the congre- 
 gation as frequently as you can. Let not a slight 
 degree of weakness or weariness hinder you. If it is 
 a % cross to you, take it up, and you will find a bless- 
 ing. 
 
 2. " Sing lustily, and with a good courage. Beware 
 of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; 
 but lift up your voice with strength. Be no more 
 afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of its 
 being heard, than when you sung the songs of Satan. 
 
 " fi. Sing modestly. Do not bawl, so as to be heard 
 above, or distinct from the rest of the congregation; 
 that you may not destroy the harmony; but strive to 
 unite your voices together, so as to make one clear, 
 melodious sound. 
 
 " 4. Sing in time. Whenever time is sung, be sure 
 to keep with it. Do not run before, nor stay behind 
 
8 PREFACE. 
 
 it; but attend closely to the leading voices, and move 
 therewith as exactly as you can ; and take care you 
 sing not too slow. This drawling way naturally steals 
 on all who are lazy; and it is high time to drive it 
 out from among us, and sing all our tunes just as 
 quick as we did at first. 
 
 "5. Above all, sing spiritually. Have an eye to 
 God in every word you sing. Aim at pleasing him 
 more than yourself, or any other creature. In order 
 to this, attend strictly to the sense of what you sing; 
 and see that your heart is not carried away with the 
 sound, but offered to God continually; so shall your 
 singing be such as the Lord will approve of here, and 
 reward when he cometh in the clouds of heaven. — 
 See Works, vol. xiv., p. 358. 
 
 "'I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with 
 the understanding also.' — 1 Cor. xiv. 15. 
 
 "Singing, to be suitable, must include every variety 
 of manner; slow and solemn — soft and gentle — sweet 
 and warbling — quick and lively — sprightly and ener- 
 getic— loud and rapid: each in turn, and mingled and 
 modified, according to time, place, and occasion. 
 Singing is for the worship of God ; or the benefit of 
 man ; or both. Let the aim always be, not show, but 
 effect. Whether the lines be praise or prayer, warn- 
 ing, invitation, instruction, exhortation, encourage- 
 ment or consolation, try to sing them with effect 
 
PREFACE. 9- 
 
 But there can be little or no effect where there is 
 sameness. Sameness effectually destroys effect. A 
 solemn tune takes most effect where there is usually 
 the most sprightly singing, and vice versa. The same 
 tunes should be sung much quicker in a class-meet- 
 ing, or a small prayer-meeting, than in a large con- 
 gregation ; much quicker on a week-night, than at a 
 Sabbath evening service. A skillfnl variety is the 
 very life and soul of singing." 
 
 CONGREGATIONAL SINGING. 
 From the Revivalist, 1837. 
 
 " A revival of religion is always a revival of sing 
 ing. # It was so at the Reformation. But congrega- 
 tional singing was no invention of the reformers. 
 
 " It was the renewal, Mr. Latrobe remarks, of a prac- 
 tice adopted in the earlier ages of the church, which 
 had, indeed, decayed amid the general corruption, but 
 which was ever renewed with the least semblance of 
 real religion. Thus the Albigenses, during the hottest 
 season of their persecutions, are represented as cheer- 
 ing themselves, in the very prospect of death, with 
 singing the psalms and hymns of their church. In 
 the same manner, the disciples of Wickliffe and John 
 
 *Rev. \V. C. Miller, Wesleyan minister, converted 
 thousands with his lively singing-, and all his hymns go 
 in song tunes. 
 
10 PREFACE. 
 
 Huss cherished psalmody, as richly conducing to 
 godliness. The Bohemian brethren published a hymn 
 book with notes, from which it is evident, that the 
 melodies therein used originated in the chants to 
 which the ancient Latin hymns of the church were 
 sung. The reformers of the succeeding century, 
 Luther, Cranmer, Calvin, Beza, Knox, and Zuinglius, 
 equally encouraged congregational psalmody. Among 
 these, however, Luther stands preeminent. He was 
 a man of great musical talent, fostered by the oppor- 
 tunities afforded him in the Romish church, of which 
 foe seems to have availed himself with the same large- 
 ness of soul which characteriezd his actions in a more 
 important field of labor. The high estimation in 
 which he held music, was the result of a cultivated 
 taste and an accurate knowledge of mankind. 'I 
 verily think,' said he, 'and am not ashamed to say, 
 that, next to divinity, no art is comparable to music.' 
 4 We know that music is intolerable to demons.' 
 With this idea, therefore, we need not wonder that 
 he made it a prominent feature in his public services. 
 The tunes introduced by him were of the same cho- 
 ral stamp as those of the United Brethren. 
 
 "In England, already in the reign of Henry VIII, 
 psalms were much sung by all who loved the Reforma- 
 tion. Some poets, such as the times afforded, trans- 
 lated David's psalms into verse; and it was a sign by 
 
PREFACE. 11 
 
 which men's affections to thnt work were everywhere 
 measured, whether they used to sing these or not. 
 A clause in the Act of Uniformity, 1548, authorized 
 this practice: 'Provided also, that it shall be lawful 
 for all men, as well in churches, chapels, oratories, or 
 other places, to use openly, any psalm or prayer, tak- 
 en out of the Bible, at any due time, not letting or 
 omitting thereby the service, or any part thereof, 
 mentioned in the said book.' The general practice 
 'was, to sing before and after morning and evening 
 prayer, and also before and after the sermon.' When 
 Sternhold's psalms which had been at first ' composed 
 for his own solace,' were completed by Hopkins and 
 others,this clause in the act gave authority for the public 
 use in their church. The allowance permitted to thi3 
 version was, in the opinion of Heylin, ' rather a con- 
 nivance than an approbation, no such allowance being 
 anywhere found by such as have been most industrious 
 and concerned in the search.' So great was the z<3al 
 with which the reformers cultivated psalmody, that 
 psalms and hymns are termed, by Burney, the opera 
 songs of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. In 
 the year 1551, Roger Ascham thus writes from Augs- 
 burg: ' Three or four thousand singing at a time in 
 a church in this city, is but a trifle.' According to 
 Beza, the Huguenots, at Paris, assembled in the Prez 
 aux Chores, 'and did nothing for many nights but go 
 
12 PREFACE. 
 
 about in great numbers singing psalms,' joined bytht. 
 king and queen of Navarre. About the same time 
 writes Bishop Jewel to Peter Martyr: — 'A change 
 uow appears visible among the people ; which noth- 
 ing promotes more than the inviting them to sing 
 psalms. This was begun in one church in London, 
 and did quickly spread itself, not only through the 
 city, but in the neighboring places; sometimes, at 
 Paul's Cross, there will be six thousand people sing- 
 ing together.'* 
 
 "NOTE FROM TODD. 
 
 "Almost every nation — perhaps all nations — have 
 national airs by which the love of country is deep- 
 ened, and a national feeling is created and maintained. 
 The popular air, * Yankee Doodle,' will, probably, 
 create an American feeling as long as our nation 
 exists; and the airs, ' God save the King,' and • Rule 
 Britannia,' will never cease to call the heart of the 
 Briton to his own glorious isle. The soldier from 
 Switzerland and from the highlands of Scotland will 
 weep at the national airs which call their hearts home 
 to the place of their birth and childhood." 
 
 * It is a settled intention of the compiler of this book 
 to send companies of Christian men and women to all parts 
 of the nation, to sing these u Spiritual Songs,"* and sell 
 the book. 
 
PREFACE, 13 
 
 For inasmuch as the fathers of Methodism have 
 so fully given their opinion not only of the power of 
 sacred music but also the manner in which it should 
 be performed in congregational singing, in prayer and 
 class meeting exercises, we think it would not be out 
 of place that one of their children in 1854 should 
 respond and say from the bottom of their heart Amen. 
 We like the foundations, walls and furniture, and all 
 the machinery established by the fathers of the 
 church, as being one of the best nets for catching fish 
 ever letdown from one of Zion's ships, since the days 
 of John and Peter. Hallelujah to Jesus ! who will un- 
 dertake to count the millions that have already been 
 caught within its sacred meshes and drawn to the 
 land of Canaan. Millions more are on the way and 
 yet the net is not broken ! Let us hold fast to all things 
 that have been proved to be good, and cursed is he 
 that removeth his neighbor's land mark, especially the 
 good old mode of congregational singing. We would 
 as soon be caught robbing our father and mother of 
 their breakfast and give it to the dogs, as to take the 
 old-fashioned congregational mode of singing from the 
 fathers and mothers of the church, and hand it over 
 to the unconverted, with a few exceptions, to sound a 
 few notes somewhere about the pinnacle of the tem- 
 ple, singing very beautifully to their own glory. This 
 Is burning incense in God's temple while its odors are 
 
14 PREFACE. 
 
 snuffed up by worms. We believe there is as much 
 propriety in letting out our praying, and all other du- 
 ties that revolve around the cross, as that of singing 
 praises to God, because they are a little more gifted 
 Singing, like preaching and praying, must have a 
 God in it, in order to melt the heart and edify the 
 saints who alone can duly appreciate the joyful sound. 
 Wesley says, sing all; sing lustily. We would not 
 exclude by any means in our humble opinion the un- 
 converted from mingling their voices with all saints 
 in this delightful exercise; we believe with the Wes- 
 leys in robbing the devil of his best tunes, turning 
 them over to the glory of God. Whether we are to take 
 his instruments and bring them into the church, is 
 exceedingly doubtful in our minds; but one thing 
 seems clear to us, that they can not be used alternately 
 for the prince of light and the prince of darkness, 
 and please God, any more than the skillful musician 
 that plays on them can do it. We ought always 
 to make it a rule when we sing praises to God to do 
 like Jenny Lind; she does her very best to please her 
 audience. Let us recollect that Jesus and angels are 
 always our auditory. Whatever exercise religious duty 
 calls us to do, let us be like Herodius, who so pleased 
 the king he promised her half of his kingdom. J So 
 that can sing vrith fjie spirit and with the understand- 
 ing also, will not only make melody in his own heart 
 
PREFACE, 15 
 
 here, but lie will assuredly strike the Golden Harp 
 unto him that loved us, in a kingdom diverse froma 11 
 other kingdoms, which shall be given .into him who ia 
 never happy except in the smiles of his adorable 
 King. Some brethren and sisters seem to think they 
 have a perfect right to wrap their singing talent in a 
 napkin and use it only when they feel in the humor 
 for singing. Wake up, brother, wake up, sister; your 
 master soon will come to reckon with you; this is no 
 doubt one cause of your cold heart. But you say we 
 have but one talent. God says improve it or lose your 
 soul. When we w r ere converted, twelve years ago, 
 we could scarcely sing a verse. Oh! how much we 
 regretted it; but when the Holy Ghost began to diffuse 
 the love of God through soul, body and spirit, w r e 
 struck in with the brethren and w^ere carried along 
 with the tide, and now we would not take a farm for 
 our singing talent, little as it i3. Then, brethren, let 
 us use the harp that our heavenly Father has given 
 us; keep it well tuned up and soon the poorest of us will 
 outsing Jenny Lind. Glory to Jesus, my heart is in a 
 flame. Sing ou, shout on, glory, hallelujah. We have 
 selected about forty or fifty hymns from an old Lon- 
 don hymn book which we believe began with the 
 first dawning of Methodism, most of which we think 
 has never been published in America, and we intend 
 to add to our little Golden Harp about 150 pages, 
 
16 PREFACE. 
 
 together with the opinion of a number of the early 
 Fathers on the subject of congregational singing. We 
 have selected of course according to our own taste ; they 
 are as honey from the rock falling into our soul ; they 
 shall speak for themselves for they are all of age ; they 
 carry the gray hairs of more than a century. Let ev- 
 ery hair be turned into a harpstring. Learn them by 
 heart, .brethren. Teach them to your children; sing 
 them at your morning and evening sacrifice, sing them 
 at your campmeetings, sing them at your love feasts, 
 sing them at your prayer and classmeetings and social 
 circles; sing lustily sing with your whole soul, and you 
 will find that sinners will again crowd your prayer 
 meetings as they did forty years ago, to hear Meth- 
 odist singing, and melt under its power and give their 
 hearts to God and with pure and holy hand strike the 
 bold anthems unto him that loved us out of every kin- 
 dred tongue and nation under heaven, and let all the 
 people clap their hands and shout aloud Amen. 
 
 G. W. Henry. 
 
 Frankfort, 1854 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 HYxMN 1. 
 
 Come parents, children, bond and free, 
 
 And play on the golden harp, 
 Say, will you go to Heaven with me, 
 
 To play on the golden harp? 
 Chorus. — O play on the golden harp, 
 Play on the golden harp. 
 I want to go where Jesus is, 
 To play on the golden harp. 
 
 It is religion makes the soul — 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole. 
 
 Hear, ye worldlings, hear my song — 
 'Tis the language of my tongue 
 
 I know the time, I know the day — 
 When Jesus washed my sins away. 
 
 My soul feels happy while I sing — 
 I feel that I am on the wing. 
 
 Who then will march to win the prize-^ 
 And take the kingdom in the skies? 
 
 O how I long on Canaan's land 
 To join the holy, happy band. 
 
18 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 THE MARRIAGE OF CANA. 
 
 1 Come thou who didst turn the water to wine, 
 And fill with thy love this poor heart of mine; 
 I am not contented with what is gone past, 
 
 I know by experience the best wine runs last. 
 Chorus. — Hallelujah to Jesus! who died on a tree. 
 And purchased this wine of the kingdom for me. 
 
 2 Thou know'st I desire thy fullness to prove, 
 The height and the depth of thy dying love; 
 My sins, which were many, behind thee are cast, 
 But still I want cleansing, the best wine runs last. 
 
 3 Thou, Lord, art the source; the channel, thy Son, 
 Through him by the Spirit to us doth it run ; 
 
 By faith we receive it, how sweet to the taste ; 
 And now it- is flowing, the best wine runs last. 
 
 4 In Christ we believe his blood is applied, 
 Then onward we press to be full sanctified' 
 This is the best blessing of all which are past, 
 But glory is promised, the best wine runs last. 
 
 NEGRO SONG. 
 
 Tune — Oh, that will be joyful. 
 
 Negro walk de golden street, 
 Cast his crown at Jesu feet, 
 
 And sing de happy song. 
 Oh! dat will be joyful. 
 
 Negro friends hab cross'd de flood, 
 
 Join'd dat army bought with blood- 
 Dem looking out for me. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 19 
 
 God will wipe poor negro tears, 
 Banish all his doubts and tears, 
 Den we in heaben shall dwell. 
 
 Den me w T eep and die no more, 
 Negro shout his conflict's o'er, 
 And join his friends again. 
 
 Bucjsra massa me shall see, 
 Tell him Jesu die for me, 
 He tell me dis on earth. 
 
 Negro wear a starry crown, 
 And on massa's throne sit down, 
 Oh, happy, happy place. 
 
 You get home ere negro do, 
 
 Tell dem negro coming too, 
 
 Him on his happy way. 
 
 Should poor negro first get home, 
 He come to meet you when you come, 
 Den fly with you to heaben. 
 
 Me tink poor negro almost dere, 
 Me happy now mid toil and care, 
 Thank God me on my way. 
 
 But I must bid you all adieu, 
 
 May Jesu massa be wid you. 
 
 Me bid you all farewell. 
 
 But when we meet in heaben above, 
 To sing of Jesu dying love, 
 
 Our bliss no tongue can tell. 
 Oh, dat will be joyful. 
 
 John Stamp. 
 
2C SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 SONG OF 'THE PIOUS SLAVE. 
 
 Tune — Highland Mountains. 
 
 De poor negro he will go — some one day. 
 Over de mountains, over de snow — far away. 
 Over de mountains big and high — some one day, 
 To dat country in de sky — far away. 
 
 De poor negro will be free — some one day, 
 Jesu say, come reign wid me — far away; 
 Jesu massa, call me home — some one day; 
 Yes, him smile and bid me come — far away. 
 
 Sin no more make my heart rove— some one day, 
 When landed wid the host above — far away: 
 Driver lash my back no more — some one day, 
 When wafted to dat happy shore — far away. 
 
 Wife and children not be sold — some one day; 
 Negro walk yon streets of gold — far away; 
 My good massa say well done — some one day, 
 Den me dwell wid de Holy One — far away. 
 
 De poor negro wear a crown — some one day, 
 And on massa's throne sit down — faraway; 
 Oh ! how happy me shall be — some one day. 
 Come poor white man, come wid me — far away 
 
 Den me meet my friends again — some one da} 7 , 
 Praise de Lamb for negro slain — far away, 
 Den me rest my weary soul — some one day, 
 Where endless joys in torrents roll — far away. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 21 
 
 When I dwelt down in Egypt's land, 
 
 Jesus on the way, 
 I heard there was a promised land, 
 
 Jesus on the way; 
 Get ready, get ready and let's go home; 
 
 Jesus on the way : 
 Get ready, get ready and let's go home; 
 
 Jesus on the way. 
 
 2. There is a tree in Paradise, Jesus, 
 That Christians call the tree of life; 
 
 Get ready : 
 
 3. I have some friends in Paradise, &c, 
 They now enjoy eternal life, Jesus ; 
 
 Get ready : 
 
 4. I'll tell you where I first was blest, 
 T'wasaway in the tented wilderness; 
 
 Get ready : 
 
 5. Oh, that the Lord would our labors bless, 
 And fill the world with righteousness, 
 
 Get ready: 
 
 6. Oh haint we had a happy time, Jesus; 
 
 A eating honey and a drinking wine, Jesus; 
 Get ready. 
 
 7. If ever I reach the other shore, Jesus; 
 
 I never will come back no more, Jesus; 
 Get ready, &c, 
 
 8. They say that we're a noisy crew, Jesus; 
 And that ain't half, we are happy too. 
 
22 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 9. I will suffer on like good old Job, 
 Then go up and wear my robe, 
 Get ready. 
 
 10. Then we will walk the golden streets, 
 And lay our crown at Jesus on the way. 
 
 FAITH VIEWING THE CROWN. 
 
 ■ 
 
 1. Says faith, Look yonder, there's my crown, 
 
 Laid up in heaven above ; 
 Says hope, Anon it shall be mine ; 
 
 I long to wear 't, says love. 
 Desire says, What ! is there my crown ? 
 
 Then to that place I'll flee, 
 Through Christ I'll claim it as my own, 
 
 My rest I fain would see. 
 
 2. Then faith, he takes a pleasing view, 
 
 Hope waits, love sits and sings, 
 Desire, she flutters to be gone, 
 
 But patience clips her wings. 
 But stop ! says patience, wait awhile, 
 
 The crown's for those that fight, 
 The prize for those that run the race 
 
 By faith, and not by sight. 
 
 3. Desire then knocks at duty's door; 
 
 Hope to obedience cries, 
 Unite we will with all our power, 
 
 And then shall faith arise. 
 Alas ! says works, ashamed we stand, 
 
 No merit we obtain ; 
 'Tis faith and love joined hand in hand, 
 
 That must the entrance gain. 
 
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 4. Says faith to works. Now children hear, 
 
 Your mother, love, aod me, 
 Quite dead and useless must appear, 
 
 Without your company. 
 Then faith and works join hand in hand, 
 
 With love united too, 
 All travel to the godly land, 
 
 And hid this world adieu. 
 
 THE SHIP SAFETY, BOUND FOR CANAAN 
 
 Come, all my dear brethren, we 've entered on board, 
 And witnessed free pardon by faith in the Lord; 
 Though tossed on the ocean, don't fear, be hath said. 
 " But be of good cheer, and be not afraid," 
 
 The wind and the tide may beat hard on each side. 
 But, if Christ speaks a calm, the proud waves sood 
 
 subside ; 
 We out-brave all dangers, no fears can invade, 
 For the Lord he protects us, so be not afraid. 
 
 The perils of sea, the rocks, waves and wind, 
 
 The clouds, storms- and tempests may prove most 
 
 unkind ; 
 But Christ still upholds us, on him help is laid, 
 And ever stands ready, so be not afraid. 
 
 With darkness surrounded, by terror distressed, 
 Quite fearful and weak, when such dangers infest; 
 With toiling and rowing, strength almost decayed, 
 The promise still stands, so be not afraid. 
 
 Christ, then, is our pilot, our compass nifl word, 
 All storms we defy, while we sail with the Lord; 
 No foes need attack u^, they can not invade, 
 While the Lord say--, I am here, come be not afraid, 
 
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 NOAH'S ARK. 
 
 You all are invited with Christ to embark 
 On board his rich ship, the ancient Noah's ark, 
 Which was launched at Eden, has long been at sea, 
 And comes into harbor for you and for me. 
 
 Chorus. — All glory to Jesus, who died on the tree. 
 And launched this vessel of mercy for me. 
 
 I enter' d on board her, for who could delay, 
 Where so many could sing, could praise, and could 
 
 pray? 
 Our captain is Jesus, his mercy is great; 
 Our labor is heavenly, our bounty is sweet. 
 
 Thrice blessed be he who launched her at first, 
 And rigg'd her, and stor'd her on purpose for us; 
 God's love so amazing, is still her main sail ; 
 She's plank'd with salvation quite down to the keel. 
 
 Provisions on board, and clothing great store, 
 (Provided by wisdom design'd for the poor); 
 The robes of salvation, with which our great Lord 
 Will clothe all your souls when you're entered on 
 board. 
 
 This vessel was built and completed by grace, 
 Was fitted and stor'd for burthen and chase; 
 From her bow to her stern she's strongly secured, 
 Her cargo is wealthy, and wisely insur'd. 
 
 The winds and the waves he still holds in his hand, 
 And likewise her foes are all at his command; 
 Near six thousand years she 's been cruising the 
 
 main, 
 And mann'd with the ransomed she harbors agiin. 
 
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 Our Captain we'll praise, who took us on board, 
 In safety we are if we sail with the Lord ; 
 Bound to the fair haven, our port we shall gain, 
 In spite of all dangers in crossing the main. 
 
 THE GOSPEL SHIP. 
 
 Tune—" The Misletoe Bough." 
 
 What vessel are you sailing in ? 
 
 Declare to us the same. 
 Our vessel is the ark of God, 
 
 And Christ's our Captain's name. 
 
 Chorus. — Hoist every sail to catch the gale, 
 Each sailor ply the oar; 
 Though storms and tempests may arise, 
 We soon shall reach the shore. 
 
 And are you not afraid some storm 
 
 Your bark will overwhelm ? 
 We can not fear — the Lord is here ; 
 
 Our Father's at the helm. 
 
 Our compass is the sacred word, 
 
 Our anchor's blooming hope, 
 The love of God's our maintop-sail, 
 
 And faith's our cable rope. 
 
 We've look'd astern on many toils, 
 Which Christ has brought us thro'; 
 
 We're looking now ahead, and lo! 
 The land appears in view. 
 
 Send out your boats — we'll go on board, 
 If you can find us room. 
 
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 We've room for you and all the world: 
 Make no delay, but come. 
 
 The sun is up, the clouds are gone; 
 
 The heavens above are clear; 
 The city bright appears in sight; 
 
 We're getting round the pier. 
 
 When all the storms of life are past, 
 
 And we the port obtain, 
 We'll praise the Lamb in noble strains, 
 
 Who died and rose again. 
 
 The gospel ship is sailing, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah, 
 They 're wanting sailors daily, 
 
 Singing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Chorus. — They say we are a noisy crew, 
 
 But that's not all, we're happy too, 
 For we have the port in view, 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 There's tens of thousands now on board, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah, 
 All sailing on at Jesus' word, 
 
 To glory, hallelujah. 
 
 She's rich provisions in her store, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 For all on board, and millions more, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Her sails are spread, the gale does blow, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah; 
 Come, sinners, with the Christians go 
 
 To glory, hallelujah. 
 
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 She's well prepared for the war, 
 
 If f oes she chance to meet, 
 Her mighty guns and glittering swords 
 
 Shall lay them at her feet. 
 
 King Jesus is our pilot wise, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 He'll guide our ship to Paradise, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 And when we laud on Canaan's shore, 
 
 Where all our troubles will be o'er, 
 We'll praise the Lamb for evermore, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 MERCY'S FREE. 
 
 What is this that rises in my sold, 
 
 Is it grace, is it grace? 
 That makes my life of sin look foul, 
 
 Is it grace, is it grace ? 
 This work that's in my soul begun, 
 It makes me strive all sin to shun, 
 And plants my soul beneath the throne, 
 
 Mercy's free, Mercy's free. 
 
 Great God of love, I can't but wonder, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 Though I've no price at all to tender, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 Though mercy's free our God is just, 
 And if a soul should e'er be lost, 
 This will torment the sinner most, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 Swell, swell, O swell the heavenly chorus, 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
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 Death and hell shall fall before us; 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 Believe > repent, inquire the road 
 That leads to glory and to God, 
 And washed in Christ's atoning blood, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's fiee. 
 
 This thro' the toils of life shall cheer us; 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 And thro' the vale of death shall bear us; 
 
 Mercy's free, Mercy's free. 
 And when to Jordan's brink we come, 
 And cross the raging billows' foam, 
 We'll sing when safely landed home, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 SWEET PRAYER. 
 
 When torn is the bosom by anguish and care, 
 Be it ever so simple there's nothing like prayer; 
 It eases, soothes, softens, subdues, yet sustains, 
 Gives vigor to hope, and puts passion in chains. 
 
 Prayer! sweet prayer! 
 
 United with faith, there is nothing like prayer, 
 
 When forced from those friends we love dearest to 
 
 part. 
 What fond recollections still rise in our heart; 
 Past converse, past scenes, past enjoyments are there, 
 Oh! how hurtfully pleasing till hallowed by prayer, 
 
 Prayer! sweet prayer! 
 
 United with faith, there is nothing like prayer. 
 
 When pleasure would woo us from piety's arms 
 The syren sings sweetly or silently charms — 
 
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 We listen, look, loiter, exposed to the snare, 
 Till flying to Jesus we conquer by prayer. 
 
 Prayer! sweet prayer! 
 
 United with faith, there is nothing like prayer. 
 
 If strangers to prayer, we are strangers to bliss, 
 But enjoyment of God is secured by this, 
 And when with bright seraphs we ecstasy share 
 We then shall possess the fruition of prayer. 
 
 Prayer! sweet prayer! 
 
 United with faith, there is nothing like prayer. 
 
 Praise God for what he's done for me, 
 I once was blind, but now I see; 
 I on the brink of ruin fell, 
 Glory to God! I'm out of hell. 
 
 Chorus — Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen. 
 
 Praise God for what he's done for us, 
 He's tuned our hearts to praise him thus. 
 And now he cries, Go on, go on, 
 I'll crown you when your work is done. 
 
 SWELLINGS OF JORDAN. 
 
 Poor Christian, look up to the joys set before thee, 
 
 And haste on thy way to the regions of glory, 
 
 A crown and a kingdom thy faith may discover; 
 
 Thy troubles are great, but they soon will be over; 
 
 For Jesus hath suffered, thy soul to deliver, 
 
 And light up thy passage through Jordan's dark river 
 
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 The world, flesh, and Satan, their forces are sending, 
 With footmen and horses thy soul is contending. 
 But dost thou grow weary and faint with thy burden ? 
 Then what wilt thou do in the swellings of Jordan? 
 Oh! cry unto Jesus thy soul to deliver, 
 And he will support thee while crossing the river. 
 
 But in thy true character am I mistaken ? 
 Hast thou by thy conduct thy Savior forsaken? 
 Then come again to him for peace and for pardon, 
 And ask for his aid in the swellings of Jordan. 
 Thy soul from all danger lie then will deliver, 
 And nothing shall harm you while crossing the river. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 Christ is a sure guide to the children of Zion, 
 But if thou hast any false props to rely on, 
 Thy soul is deluded, think what thou art doing; 
 Oh! cast them away, or they'll sink thee to ruin; 
 For none but Jehovah has power to deliver, 
 And bear up thy soul in the midst of the river. 
 
 The clouds gather blackness, the night is fast coming, 
 The river swells high, and the billows are foaming; 
 On what wilt thou lean when thy strength is all wasted, 
 Thy reeds will all fail, and thy hopes will be blasted; 
 Oh! cry unto Jesus thy soul to deliver, 
 And nothing shall harm thee while crossing the river. 
 
 But if on his mercy thy soul is relying, 
 
 Thou never need'st fear either living or dying, 
 
 The footmen and horses shall fall down before thee, 
 
 And Jordan shall open thy passage to glory. 
 
 Then, when thou art landed safe over the river, 
 
 When time is no more thou shalt praise him for ever. 
 
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 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Tune — Freemason's Hymn. 
 
 I have become a beggar at the end of my days 
 And all my delight is to give God the praise, 
 For he has reliev'd me again and again, 
 And soon he will ease all my trouble and pain. 
 
 Chorus — And so it came to pass, that the beggar, 
 when he died, 
 In Abraham's bosom h*s spirit did reside. 
 
 If I had a died when I had been young, 
 The trade of a beggar I never had known ; 
 But since it is not so, with my God I will comply, 
 And I hope to be a beggar until the day I die. 
 
 I have done well with begging since I first set out, 
 I've begged a kingdom without any doubt; 
 A crown for my head, and a harp for my hand, 
 And I'm making home to glory at Jesus' command. 
 
 Come all faithful beggars, fresh courage now take, 
 And beg your way through, and his ways don't forsake ; 
 But knock at mercy's door, Christ will not you deny, 
 There's a crown and a kingdom for you by and by. 
 
 It's true I am a beggar, that's very well known, 
 I'm begging my way to a kingdom and a crown; 
 When my begging is ended and my bag I lay down, 
 Though a beggar on earth, yet all heaven's my own. 
 
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 THE GOSPEL LIFE BOAT. 
 
 All hands on board, the Captain cries, 
 
 Let every sinner hear; 
 Along the beach the vessel lies, 
 
 And is about to clear. 
 Bound for the the haven of repose, 
 
 To Canaan's peaceful shore, 
 Where care and pain no bosom knows, 
 
 But joys for ever more. 
 
 Chords — O'er life's rough sea we mean to sail, 
 Till we the harbor gain; 
 Blow' gentle gale, fill every sail, 
 And waft us o'er the main. 
 
 Should foes o'erhaul us on the way, 
 
 And ask from whence we came, 
 We answer, from destruction's bay, 
 
 And Israel is our name. 
 Or should they wish our bark to board, 
 
 Or seem inclin'd for war, 
 We'll every man gird on his sword, 
 
 And for the fight prepare. 
 
 THE SHIP SAFETY BOUND FOR CANAAN. 
 
 Tune — Canaan. 
 
 We're outward bound, with all the fleet, 
 
 And Jesus is our leader; 
 Free grace has brought us to his feet: 
 
 Heaven's glorious intercede!'. 
 Canaan ! blest Canaan ! 
 We are bound to the land of Canaan; 
 
 For Canaan is our place of rest; 
 Will you go to the land of Canaan? 
 
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 Our anchor's weighed from earth and sin ; 
 
 Our sails are spread and flowing; 
 We mean a glorious prize to win, 
 
 In the land to which we're going. 
 Canaan ! rich Canaan ! 
 All hands for the land of Canaan ! 
 
 For Canaan is our " father-land," 
 Will you sail with us for Canaan ? 
 
 We've joined the Lord High Admiral's ship; 
 
 His standard now is waiving; 
 We'll range along across the deep; 
 
 Sailors and soldiers saving. 
 Canaan ! great Canaan ! 
 Starboard for the land of Canaan ! 
 
 "Keep a good look out there — fore and aft," 
 Will you hail for the land of Canaan ? 
 
 Our number yet is not complete ; 
 
 We've berths and glorious wages: 
 Bear a hand — be quick, and join the fleet, 
 
 And read our sacred pages. 
 Canaan ! grand Canaan ! 
 "Crowns of gold," in the land of Canaan ; 
 
 Eternal life our pension is; 
 Will you ship for the land of Canaan? 
 
 Our ship's well mann'd and stor'd, and arm'd, 
 
 With magazines for fighting; 
 Fear not, then; come be not alarmed; 
 
 'Tis " God in Christ," inviting. 
 Canaan! strong Canaan! 
 No foes in the land of Canaan; 
 
 And Canaan ne'er can conquered be 
 Will you sail with us for Canaan? 
 
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 Should storms arise 'midst rocks and shoals, 
 And death come off to seize us, 
 
 Redeeming blood secures our souls, 
 The precious blood of Jesus. 
 Canaan ! high Canaan ! 
 
 We'll sing in the land of Canaan ; 
 From every kindred, tribe and tongue, 
 
 Will you go to the blood-bought Canaan ? 
 
 A few more tacks, main topsail haul, 
 And the wind will be fair for Canaan; 
 
 The last tack made, with " haul of all ;" 
 Then bear away for Canaan. 
 Canaan ! calm Canaan! 
 
 "No Sea" in the land of Canaan; 
 " No night, no curse," or foe-ships there, 
 
 For the glorious Lord's in Canaan. 
 
 The harbor made, full sail we steer, 
 With Calv'ry's standard raised ; 
 
 What millions wait our course to cheer! 
 Free grace, rich grace, be praised ! 
 Canaan! full Canaan! 
 
 All the saints in the land of Canaan! 
 Let go the anchor, furl the sails, 
 
 We've arrived in the land of Canaan. 
 
 Shout vict'ry o'er sin, death and hell, 
 
 Through Calv'ry's crimson fountain ; 
 All hands in glory, sing and tell 
 
 Of the blood-besprinkled mountain. 
 Canaan! blest Canaan! 
 A marriage feast in Canaan ; 
 
 Triumph and glory! and endles3 joys! 
 
 Come sail for the port of Canaan J 
 
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 THE CANAAN TRAVELER. 
 
 Ye vain worldly pleasures, we bid you adieu, 
 A heavenly country we have in our view; 
 From earth we are rising at Jesus' command, 
 By faith we'll go up and possess the good land. 
 
 Chorus. — Press forward, press forward, the prize is 
 in view, 
 A crown of bright glory is waiting for you. 
 
 From Egypt's hard bondage our souls are set free, 
 And now we are walking in sweet liberty; 
 All may unite with our conquering band, 
 And with us go up and possess the good land. 
 Press forward, &c. 
 
 The tall sons of Anak may stand in our way, 
 But Jesus our captain is greater than they; 
 The power of Jehovah they can not withstand ; 
 Therefore, we'll go up and possess the good land. 
 Press forward, &c 
 
 Through faith in his blood we can trample on sin, 
 Arrayed in his might we the battle shall win; 
 The sword of the Spirit is in our right hand, 
 With this we'll go up and possess the good land. 
 Press forward, &c. 
 
 Now. now, to the brink of the river we're come, 
 Our heaven-born spirits would fain be at home; 
 Lo! Jordan rolls back at our Jesus' command; 
 He bids us go up and possess the good land. 
 Press forward, &c. 
 
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 Soon as we arrive on celestial ground. 
 With honor and glory our heads shall be crown'd, 
 And conquering palms we shall hold in our hand, 
 And dwell with our King in the heavenly land. 
 Press .forward. &c. 
 
 GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 Tune — Will you go ? 
 
 What sound is this thro' heaven resounding — God is 
 
 love ? 
 From earth I hear the song rebounding — God is love. 
 Yes, while adoring hosts proclaim 
 Love is his nature, love his name, 
 My soul in rapture cries the same — God is love. 
 
 This song repeat, ye saints in glory — God is love ; 
 
 And saints on earth, shout back the story — God is love. 
 
 In this let heaven and earth agree 
 
 To sound his love both full and free. 
 
 And let the theme for ever be — God is love. 
 
 Creation's thousand tongues proclaiming — God is love. 
 
 And Providence unites, exclaiming — God is love. 
 
 But let the burden'd sinner hear 
 
 The gospel sounding loud and clear 
 
 To everv soul both far and near — God is love. 
 
 This heavenly love all round is flowing — God is love; 
 And in my heart the fire is glowing — God is love. 
 That God is love, I know full well, 
 And had I power his love to tell, 
 With loudest notes my songs should swell — God is 
 love. 
 
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 The love of God is now my pleasure — God is love, 
 
 This, only this, shall be my treasure — God is love; 
 
 This theme shall be my song below, 
 
 And, when I home to glory go, 
 
 This strain eternally shall flow — God is love. 
 
 ADDRESS TO SAILORS. 
 
 Ye sons of the main, who sail over the flood, 
 Whose sins are like mountains, and reach up to God, 
 Remember the last voyage of life will soon end; 
 So now, brother sailor, make Jesus your friend. 
 
 Look astern on your life, see your way marked with 
 
 sin; 
 Look ahead, see what danger you are foundering in: 
 If the black rocks of death beat forth on your keel, 
 Then your vessel and cargo will all sink to hell. 
 
 Mind your helm, brother sailor, and don't fall asleep; 
 Watch and pray night and day, lest you"sink in the 
 
 deep; 
 Lay by your old compass, it will do you no good. 
 It ne'er will direct you the right way to God. 
 
 Fling your luff, brother sailor, the breeze is now fair; 
 Trim your sails to the wind, boys, the storm you'll 
 
 soon clear; 
 You are sailing to Jesus, keep him in full view, 
 You'll weather all danger, he'll guide you safe through. 
 
 Renounce your old master, the devil, straightway, 
 Or the crew that you sail with will lead you astray; 
 Desert the black colors, fly over to red, 
 For Jesus, your captain, has conquered and bled. 
 
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 His colors are flying, they wave in the air. 
 And volunteers are coming both far off and near; 
 Embark, then, with Jesus, no longer delay, 
 Good usage he'll give you, good wages he'll pay. 
 
 Good usage he'll give you, when the voyage it begins, 
 He will free your transgressions and pardon your 
 
 sins ; 
 Though storms you will meet with when sailing that 
 
 way, 
 Yet soon you will anchor in heaven's broad bay. 
 
 Your tarpauling jackets no longer you'll wear, 
 But robes dipt in glory, all pure, white, and fair, 
 With crowns on your head that will dazzle the sun, 
 From glory to glory eternally run. 
 
 OH, HOW HE LOVES! 
 
 Sinners, come, let's fly to Jesus! 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 From our thralldom bell release us, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Oh, glad we are to hear him 
 Bid such sinful worms come near him, 
 Why should we distrust or fear him? 
 
 Oh, how he loves ! 
 
 It's eternal life to know him, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Think, oh, think, how much we owe him, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 With his precious blood he bought us, 
 In the wilderness he sought us, 
 To his fold he kindly brought us; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 
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 Come, and id his arms he'll take 110, 
 
 Oh, how he loves ! 
 Never leave us, nor forsake us, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Men may slight aud disrespect us, 
 But their wrath shall not affect us, 
 Jesus will from harm protect us; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 
 When the spark of life is waning, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 When the languid eye is straining, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 
 Start not at its swift decreasing, 
 'Tis the fettered soul releasing; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 
 When the pangs of death assail thee, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Christ is thine, he can not fail thee, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Yes, though death and hell endeavor, 
 From his love thy soul to sever, 
 Jesus is thy strength for ever; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 
 Soon in heaven we'll adore him, 
 
 Oh, how he loves ! 
 Cast our glitt'ring crowns before him, 
 
 Oh, how T he loves! 
 When the victory is completed, 
 And around his throne we're seated, 
 Then we'll sing and still repeat it; 
 
 Oh, how he loves. 
 
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 CHRIST FEEDING THE MULTITUDE. 
 
 The multitude is going away, 
 But Jesus bids his people stay; 
 A little while with Jesus stop, 
 And gather all the fragments up. 
 
 There's bread and fish for you and me, 
 And plenty more for two or three ; 
 Who would not, then, with Jesus stop, 
 And gather all the fragments up ? 
 
 There's wine new from the lees refined 
 If you for glory are inclined; 
 Come, then, with us and Jesus stop, 
 And gather all the fragments up. 
 
 Come, and partake the rich repast, 
 The best comes, ofttimes, at the last; 
 Your baskets fill up to the top, 
 In love pack all the fragments up. 
 
 SOLDIERS' HYMN. 
 
 Come, soldiers, can't you arise and tell 
 
 The wonders of Immanuel? 
 Yes, bless the Lord, we can arise and tell 
 
 The wonders of Immanuel. 
 He's been our captain, 'mid war's alarms, 
 He fired our hearts with cry to arms; 
 We took the field, and with waving palms 
 
 Returned in peace triumphant. 
 
 Chorus — All glory to the Lamb of God ! 
 
 Who purchased us with atoning blood; 
 O wash our hearts in the purple flood, 
 And fit our souls for glory. 
 
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 Come landsmen, can't you arise and tell 
 
 The wonders of Imrnanuel? 
 Yes, bless the Lord, we can arise and tell 
 
 The wonders of Imrnanuel. 
 He's brought us out of the miry clay, 
 He set our feet on the king's highway, 
 And now we bow to his pleasing sway, 
 
 And press to endless glory. 
 
 SOLDIERS' HYMN. 
 
 Ye soldiers of Jesus, pray stand to your arms, 
 Prepare for the battle, the gospel alarms; 
 O be not faint-hearted, though he roars like a flood, 
 He'll not stand before the bright armies of God. 
 Chorus. — Glory be to Jesus, there's no friend like 
 Jesus, 
 
 Come with us, come with us, 
 
 Come with us in love, 
 
 Let's all march together, to heaven above. 
 
 To battle, to battle, the trumpets do sound, 
 The watchmen are crying fair Zion around; 
 The signal of victory, hark! hark! from the sky; 
 Shout, shout, ye brave armies, the watchman all cry. 
 
 King Jesus is riding the white horse before. 
 The watchman close after, the trumpets do roar, 
 Some shouting, some singing, salvation they cry, 
 In the strength of King Jesus, all hell we defy. 
 
 The angelic armies with Zion combine, 
 In robes of bright glory eternally shine, 
 All shouting and singing, on yon happy shore 
 Where wars and commotions can reach them no 
 more. 
 
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 We'll join the bright harpers in anthems divine, 
 Whose crown with bright diamonds the sun doos 
 
 outshine ; 
 To the praise of King Jesus, we'll tune our harps then ; 
 Salvation and glory to Jesus, amen. * 
 
 AND THE HOUSE OF THE LORD SHALL 
 BE FILLED. 
 
 And the house of the Lord shall be filled 
 With glory, hallelujah, 
 With glory, hallelujah, 
 With glory, hallelujah, amen. 
 
 Let the preacher be filled with thy love, 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Let the members be filled with thy love, 
 Send the power. 
 
 Let the children be filled with thy love, 
 Send the power. 
 
 Let the penitents be filled with thy love, 
 Send the power. 
 
 Let backsliders be filled with thy love, 
 Send the power. 
 
 And the work of the Lord shall revive, 
 Send the power. 
 
 MERCY'S FREE. 
 
 By faith I see my Savior dying 
 On the tree, on the tree, 
 
 To every nation he is crying, 
 Look to me, look to me. 
 
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 He bids the guilty now draw near, 
 Repent, believe, dismiss their fear, 
 Hark! hark! these precious words I hear, 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing, 
 
 Pity me, pity me? 
 And did he save my soul from ruin, 
 
 Can it be, can it be ? 
 O yes, he did salvation bring, 
 He is my prophet, priest and king, 
 And now my happy soul can sing, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 Jesus the mighty God hath spoken 
 
 Peace to me, peace to me ; 
 Now all my chains of sin are broken, 
 
 I am free, I am free; 
 Soon as I in his name believed, 
 The Holy Spirit I received, 
 And Christ from death my soul retrieved, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 Jehovah still my soul refreshes, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free, 
 And every moment Christ is precious, 
 
 Unto me, unto me; 
 None can describe the bliss I prove, 
 While through the wilderness I rove, 
 All may enjoy the Savior's love, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 Long as I live I'll still be crying, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 And this shall be my song when dying, 
 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free; . 
 
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 And when the vale of death I've passed, 
 And lodg'd above the stormy blast, 
 I'll sing while endless ages last, 
 Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
 
 CHRIST THE ROCK. 
 
 In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair, 
 
 When my heart is o'erwhelmed with sorrows and 
 
 care; 
 From the ends of the earth, to thee will 1 cry, 
 Lead me to the rock that is higher than L 
 
 Chorus. — Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah to God, 
 
 For he hath redeemed us with his own 
 precious blood. 
 
 When Satan, my foe, comes in like a flood, 
 To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good, 
 I'll pray to the Savior who kindly did die; 
 Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. 
 
 And when I shall close my pilgrimage here, 
 In Jesus' righteousness let me appear; 
 In the swellings ot Jordan on thee I'll rely, 
 And look on the rock that is higher than I. 
 
 And when the last trumpet shall sound through the 
 
 skies, 
 And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise; 
 As I soar in the air, to the angels I'll cry, 
 Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. 
 
 And when I behold thee arrayed on thy throne, 
 I'll fall at thy feet and there cast my crown ; 
 The malice of Satan and men I'll defy, 
 When safe on the rock that is higher than I. 
 
SPIRITUAL 6<*NGS. 45 
 
 'Tig there I shall meet the dear ransomed flock, 
 Who on earth drank the streams that flow'd from th's 
 
 rock, 
 With millions I'll join above yonder sky, 
 To praise the dear rock that is higher than I. 
 
 PREACHER'S FAREWELL HYMN. 
 
 Tunt — Mercy's Free. 
 
 My friends and hearers all adieu, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well ; 
 I can no longer stay with you, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 My Master calls, I must away, 
 In other parts to preach and pray, 
 And I the glorious call obey, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
 Brethren and sisters in the Lord, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well; 
 We oft have feasted on his word, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 But now those blissful scenes are o'er, 
 And I may never see you more, 
 Till all the storms of life are o'er; 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
 Ye siners and backsliders too, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 I oft have wept and prayed for you, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 But you my voice no more may hear, 
 Till Christ shall in the clouds appear, 
 And then you '11 meet your preacher there, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
46 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Ye heralds of the dying God, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well; 
 Still point poor sinners to the blood, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 Go tell them Jesus died to save, 
 And snatch them from the gaping grave, 
 And you a sure reward shaU have; 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
 And you my little children dear, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well; 
 May you at last in heaven appear, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well; 
 And each receive a starry crown, 
 And on a dazzling throne sit down, 
 And claim a kingdom for your own; 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
 Until we all arrive in heaven, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well ; 
 There friends asunder sha'nt be riven, 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 When landed on that happy sh^re, 
 We then shall say farewell no more, 
 There all our partings will be o'er. 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well. 
 
 John Stamp. 
 
 Come, angels! seize your harps of gold, 
 The song of love to man unfold, 
 Assist our joys, exhalt our praise, 
 Another sinner's sav'd by grace; 
 Glory! glory! lot us sing, 
 While heaven and earth with glory ring, 
 Hosannah to the Lamb of God ! * 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 47 
 
 A leper wash'd from every stain, 
 Requires a higher, louder strain! 
 The spirits stamp' d and seal'd within, 
 The blood of Christ lias cleans'd from sin; 
 Satan feels his power is gone, 
 He falls like lightning from his throne, 
 Hosannah to the Lamb of God ! 
 
 Come, let us sing, and pray, and praise, 
 For soon this warring strife shall cease; 
 When lost in love — o'erflow'd with God, 
 With Christ we take our bless'd abode, 
 Hark! the trumpet speaks him nigh, 
 Hark! he comes! while myriads cry, 
 Hosannah to the Lamb of God ! 
 
 We little flock, by all contemn'd, 
 O'erlooked, unknown, despised, condemned, 
 With names traduc'd, and lives abhorred, 
 We suffer with our murdered Lord; 
 Yet still the flames ascend the higher, 
 We'll burn triumphant in the Are: 
 Hosannah to the Lamb of God! 
 
 THE HEAVENLY SHOUT. 
 
 Tune — Glory! glory! 
 
 Pray what's the reason, when you meet, 
 
 You make so great a noise? 
 Because the Lord comes in our hearts; 
 
 And shall we not rejoice! 
 
 'Rebuke them," cry the pharisees; 
 
 But Jesus turns about, 
 And says, "If these should'hold their peace, 
 
 The stones would then cry out. 
 
48 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 It matters not what men may say, 
 
 Or call us here below ; 
 We mean to sing, and shout, and pray, 
 
 Till we to glory go. 
 
 Tune — Will you come to the Bower ? 
 
 Will you come to the banquet of Jcsus's love? 
 Your fare shall be glorious — sent down from above: 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you, 
 
 Come to the feast? 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you, 
 Come to the feast? 
 
 Will you walk along with me in the pleasant fields 
 
 of grace ? 
 Here's many a flower whose beauteous form has 
 never met thy gaze ; 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Walk along with me? 
 
 Will you come to the fountain of Jesus's blood? 
 'Twill wash away your guilty stains, and reconcile to 
 God: 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Try its virtue now? 
 
 Will you bathe in the river of everlasting life ? 
 Its stream will cool the feverish heat found in tempta- 
 tion's strife: 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Plunge into the flood? 
 
 Will you sail with me upon the sea — the ocean of 
 
 God's love ? 
 That breeze shall never change about whioh wafts 
 our souls above: 
 Will you, foe.* 
 
 Sail along with me ? 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 49 
 
 Will you seek with me a country at present out of 
 
 sight? 
 But from that world, upon our path, there shines a 
 beam of light: 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Go to heaven with me? 
 
 SECOND PART. 
 
 Will you go to the concert of angels in light? 
 Their goden harps shall thrill thy soul with glorious 
 delight: 
 Will you &c, 
 
 Go to heaven with me? 
 Will you go along with me to the land of endless 
 
 bliss? 
 The joys of that shall make amends for all the cares of 
 this : 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Go to heaven with me ? 
 
 Will you rest with me to-night on the pillow of God's 
 
 peace? 
 From worldly toil, and vexing care, 'twill grant you 
 sweet release : 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Give your heart to God? 
 
 Will you see with me the glorious Sun of Righteous- 
 ness arise ? 
 Its cheering beams shall wipe away those dew-drops 
 from thine eyes: 
 Will you, &c ., 
 
 Trust in Jesus now? 
 
 \Vill vou mount along with me in the chariot of 
 
 fire? 
 Leave earth behind, and to eternal sunshine aspire? 
 Will you, &c, 
 
 Mount along with me? 
 
50 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 LOTS WIFE. 
 
 How prone are professors to rest on their lees, 
 To study their profit, their pleasure and ease, 
 Tho' God says, Arise, and escape for your life, 
 And look not behind you — remember Lot's wife ! 
 
 Awake from your slumber, the warning believe; 
 *Tis Jesus that warns you, the message receive ; 
 While dangers are pending, escape for your life, 
 And look not behind you — remember Lot's wife ! 
 
 The first bold apostate will attempt you to stay; 
 And tell you, no dangers are found in the way; 
 He means to deceive you, escape for your life, 
 And look not behind you — remember Lot's wife ! 
 
 How many poor souls has the serpent beguiled! 
 With specious temptations how many defiled! 
 Then be not deluded, escape for your life, 
 And look not behind you — remember Lot's wife! 
 
 The ways of religion true pleasures afford, 
 No pleasures can equal the joys of the Lord; 
 Forsake, then, the world, and escape for your life, 
 And look not behind you — remember Lot's wife! 
 
 But if you 're determined the call to refuse, 
 And venture the way of destruction to choose; 
 For hell you shall part with the blessing of life, 
 And then, if not now, you '11 remember Lot's wife! 
 
SPIRITUAL SOIfGS. *k 
 
 THE GOSPEL SHIP. 
 
 Tune— Glory, glory, glory. 
 
 The gospel ship — she is on sail; 
 
 Sing glory, Hallelujah, 
 And every day she doe3 prevail, sing glory; 
 She has on hoard a happy crew, 
 And Jesus is our captain too, 
 We have the promised land in view, sing glory. 
 
 We 've many thousand souls on board, sing glory: 
 
 All well equipped with shield and sword, sing glory; 
 
 And, standing as a watch on guard, 
 
 To face our foes we are prepared 
 
 We are pressing for the great reward, sing glory. 
 
 Sometimes a boisterous sea comes on, sing glory, 
 
 But Jesus speaks, and soon it's gone, sing glory, 
 
 Come, see what Christ our Lord can do, 
 
 We '11 trust him all our passage through, 
 
 And with the promis'd land in view, sing glory. 
 
 Come, all you wanderers on the shore, sing glory, 
 
 There's room for you and thousands more, sing glory, 
 
 Forsake your sins and join the crew, 
 
 And then you will be happy too, 
 
 For you will have the prize in view, sing glory. 
 
 Some say we are a noisy crew, sing glory; 
 We shout for joy — oh yes, it's true, sing glory 
 Who can forbear, with all their might, 
 To praise and pray, both day and night, 
 With such a glorious prize in sight? sing glory. 
 
52 SPIRITUAL SOIVGS. 
 
 Let every heart and every voice sing glory; 
 We are commanded to rejoice, sing glory; 
 And when we reach the happy shore, 
 Sorrow and sin shall be no more, 
 And then we shall for evermore sing glory. 
 
 HYMN FGIt A REVIVAL. 
 
 Tune — Poor Mary Ann. 
 
 Jesus Christ is now amongst us, 
 
 Only believe. 
 He is here to bless and save us, 
 
 Only believe. 
 He is loving, kind, and gracious, 
 And his blood is efficacious; 
 Every soul may feel him precious, 
 
 Only believe. 
 
 Is there one that's seeking pardon ? 
 
 Only believe. 
 Cast on him your heavy burden, 
 
 Only believe. 
 Let not Satan longer grieve you, 
 Nor the world and sin deceive you ; 
 Christ the Lord will now receive you, 
 
 Only believe. 
 
 Is there one who has backslidden? 
 
 Only believe. 
 You have walked in paths forbidden, 
 
 Only believe. 
 Oh, how sinful thus to leave him, 
 Thus to slight, despise, and griove him; 
 But again you may receive him, 
 
 Only believe. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 5J 
 
 Is thero who wants sanctifying? 
 
 Only believe, 
 Jesus' blood is purifying. 
 
 Only believe. 
 Glory, honor, praise, and power, 
 Be unto the Lamb for ever; 
 From all sins he does deliver, 
 
 Only believe. 
 
 LOOK TO THE CROSS. 
 
 Tune — Poor Mary Ann. 
 
 Come, poor guilty, anxious mourner, 
 
 Look to the cross; 
 Leave the proud, the gay, the scorner — 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 Lift an eye of faith to Jesus, 
 He from sin's hard bondage frees us, 
 When we grieve his grace can ease us; 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 
 Bow in humble prayer before him — 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 Now by hope and love adore him — 
 
 Look to the cross, 
 Let thy guilt no more distress thee, 
 Peace and pardon soon shall bless thee, 
 And the Savior's love carress thee; 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 
 Jesus waits to grant his favor, 
 
 Look to the cross; 
 He's an all sufficient Savior, 
 
 Look to the cro^s ; 
 
54 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Though thy crimes reach high ns heaven, 
 Thou 'gainst grace and truth hast striven , 
 Here the vilest are forgiven, 
 Look to the cross. 
 
 Dost thou feel thy spirit harden ? 
 
 Look to the cross ; 
 See repentance joined with pardon, 
 
 Look to the cross ; 
 Hear what words of grace are spoken, 
 Love presents her highest token, 
 Gaze till thy hard heart is broken, 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 
 Wouldst thou hear thy Savior claim thee? 
 
 Look to the cross. 
 Wouldst thou feel his Jove inflame thee? 
 
 Look to the cross; 
 Hark! he specks, but not in thunder, 
 Hear, O earth, let angels wonder, 
 " I have snapp'd thy chains asunder, 
 
 Look to my cross. 
 
 Thence flows full and free salvation, 
 
 Look to the cross; 
 Bought for all of every nation, 
 
 Look to the cross ; 
 Life and joy for all the dying, 
 Corne, 'tis oflfer'd without buying, 
 Dry thy tears and stay thy sighing, 
 
 Look to the cross. John Stamp. 
 
 SAILING TO GLORY. 
 
 We're sailing to a better world, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah ; 
 Our every sail is now unfurled, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 55 
 
 Our Jesus doos the vessel steer, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah, 
 The heavenly port we 're drawing near, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Our ship's the vessel of free grace, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah; 
 The heavenly port's our landing place, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 The prophets in this ship went home 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah; 
 But still a guilty world may come, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Apostles, martyrs, Wesley, too, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah, 
 The heavenly Pilot steered them through, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 And bless the Lord I 've got on board, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah; 
 My compass is God's holy word, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 And when the heavenly port we gain, 
 
 Sing glory, halleujah, 
 We '11 sing the Lamb for sinnors slain, 
 
 Sing glory, hallelujah. 
 
 Chorus — They say we are a noisy crew; 
 
 But that's not all, we're happy too. 
 
 Joan Stami\ 
 
56 SPIRITUAL SOJNCS. 
 
 THE CROSS. 
 
 Tune — Will you go? 
 
 The Savior laid his crown aside, 
 
 For the cross, 
 And there for all the world he died, 
 
 On the cross; 
 His cheeks were smote, his flesh was torn, 
 His sacred temples felt the thorn, 
 While heaven and earth in darkness mourn, 
 
 Round the cross. 
 
 Our sins were all upon him laid, 
 
 On the cross; 
 For all he hath atonement made, 
 
 On the cross; 
 His pierced feet, his hands and side ; 
 Pour forth redemption's healing tide,. 
 Life's cleansing fount was open'd wide, 
 
 On the cross. 
 
 Ten thousand foes did him surround, 
 
 On the cross; 
 But lo! he did them all confound, 
 
 On the cross; 
 His heavenly Father veil'd his face, 
 While devils throng'd the sacred place; 
 Still he rcdeem'd our fallen race, 
 
 On the cross. 
 
 Oh ! haste, my som, and see him die, 
 
 On the cross, 
 Hark! hear that last expiring cry, 
 
 On the cross. 
 
SPIRITUAL S0N03. 57 
 
 He says, I suffer' d this for thee, 
 Approach in frith the blooiri-sfc in'd tree, 
 And thou shalt my salvation see; 
 On the cross. 
 
 Oh, come, poor sinner, come with me, 
 
 To the cross 
 There's blood-bought pardon flowing free, 
 
 From the cross; 
 He waits to wash your sins away. 
 Arise! this is the gospel day; 
 Make haste, poor sinner come away, 
 
 To the cross. 
 
 When foes assail, oh, may I fly, 
 
 To the cross ; 
 When strength shall fail, oh, let me die, 
 
 Near the cross; 
 And when I reach fair Salem's plain, 
 And join yon high and dazzling train, 
 I'll sing the Lamb for sinners slain, 
 
 On the cross. John Stajhp. 
 
 WHAT'S THE NEWS! 
 
 Tune — Mercy's Free. 
 
 Whene'er we meat, you always say, 
 
 What's the news? 
 Pray what's the order of the day? 
 
 What's the news? 
 Oh, I have good nows to tell, 
 My Jesus hath done all things well, 
 He's triumph'd over death and hell ; 
 That'd the news. 
 
58 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 The Lamb was slain on Calvary, 
 To set a world of sinners free; 
 For us he bow'd his sacred head, 
 For us his precious blood was shed, 
 And he is risen from the dead ; 
 That's the news. 
 
 To heaven again the Conqu'ror's gone, 
 He's seated now upon his throne ; 
 Upon that throne he will remain 
 Until, as judge, he comes again, 
 Attended by his dazzling train ; 
 That's the news. 
 
 His work's reviving all around, 
 And many have Messiah found ; 
 And since, their souls have caught the flame, 
 They shout hosannah to his name, 
 And all around they spread his fame; 
 That's the news. 
 
 The Lord has pardoned all my sin, 
 I feel the witness now within ; 
 And since he took my guilt away, 
 And taught me how to watch and pray 
 I'm happy now from day to day ; 
 That's the news. 
 
 And Jesus Christ can save you too, 
 Your sinful heart he can renew — 
 This moment, if for sin you grieve, 
 This moment, if you do believe, 
 A full acquittal you 11 receive; 
 That's the news. 
 
 And then, if any one should say, 
 
 What's the news? 
 Oh, tell them you 've began to pray, 
 
 That's the news; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 59 
 
 That you have join'd t!:e conquering band 
 And now, at God's divine command, 
 You 're marching to the better land; 
 That's the news. 
 
 HOSANNAH. 
 
 See, Israel in the wilderness, . 
 
 Where fed by heavenly manna, 
 And souls, through Jesus righteousness, 
 
 Delight to sing Hosannah. 
 O glorious theme, redemption's scheme, 
 
 That made us sing Hosannah, 
 Our rapture seemed a heavenly dream, 
 
 When first we sang Hosannah. 
 
 All round the camp each night it fell, 
 
 And Israel call it manna, 
 But Jesus saves our souls from hell, 
 
 And we must sing Hosannh. 
 Here's living bread, here's living bread, 
 
 In Christ, O sing Hosannah; 
 For us he groaned, for us he bled, 
 
 Ye ransomed, sing Hosannah. 
 
 From heaven descending, down it came, 
 
 Each tent was filled with manna; 
 All glory to the precious name, 
 
 Of Christ, come sing Hosannah. 
 The bread of God, the bread of God, 
 
 Is Christ, then sinffHosannah ; 
 Redeemed by Jesus' precious blood, 
 
 We'll praise and shout Hosannah. 
 
 Each day the host were well supplied, 
 Double for Sabbath manna; 
 
60 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Thus Christ for us was crucified, 
 Sing twice as much llosannah. 
 
 On Lord's day sing, on Lord's day sing, 
 To Jesus loud llosannah; 
 
 Praise Him, our soul's redemption king, 
 In Zion Sing llosannah. 
 
 6EC0ND PART. 
 
 Men, women, children, gathered food, 
 
 And forty years ate manna; 
 But Jesus gave his flesh And blood 
 
 To feed our souls, Hosannah. 
 Lord evermore, Lord evermore, 
 
 Give us this bread, Hosannah. 
 Immanuel our souls adore, 
 
 On him we'll live, Hosannah. 
 
 The doors of heaven opened wide, 
 
 He rained down corn as manna ; 
 A soldier pierced the Savior's side, 
 
 Redemption flowed, Hosannah. 
 Water and blood, water and blood, 
 
 To save and cleanse, Hosannah ; 
 This fountain rolls a crimson flood, 
 
 Here wash my soul, Hosannah. 
 
 Humble and tried for forty yearb, 
 
 He fed them still with manna; 
 But Jesus poured strong cries and teaib, 
 
 To save from hell, Hosannah; 
 'Tis angels' food, 'tis migcls' food, 
 
 To sing his love, Hosannah ; 
 But we can sing of precious blood, 
 
 Much more than they Hosannah. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. Gl 
 
 When Israel conquered Caiman's land, 
 
 They ceased to gather manna; 
 But when we reach our golden strand, 
 
 We 'II never cease, liosannah. 
 
 Eternally, eternally, 
 
 We '11 sing and praise, liosannah, 
 With saints and angels gloriously. 
 
 We' 11 chant the song, liosannah. 
 
 THIRD PART. 
 
 The ark within the veil contained 
 
 Their golden pot of manna; 
 But Christ being come, has glory gained 
 
 Our great high priest, Hosannah. 
 The holy place, the holy [dace, 
 
 He entered in, Hosannah; 
 Redemption and eternal grace 
 
 Is food for us, Hosannah. 
 
 Our fathers in the wilderness 
 
 Are dead, who lived on manna; 
 But Jesus' blood and righteousness 
 
 Give endless life, Hosannah. 
 His flesh and blood, his flesh and blood. 
 
 Is meat and drink, Hosannah; 
 Mny this be all our daily food, 
 
 Through faith and hope, Hosannah, 
 
 "To him that overcomes,' he said, 
 
 "I'll give this hidden manna," 
 Give us O Lord, this daily bread, 
 
 To strengthen us, hosannah. 
 Victorious, victorious, 
 
 We 'il never die, Hosannah: 
 But live for ever glorious. 
 
 On Christ, and sing Hosannah. 
 
62 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 The multitude rejoiced and sang, 
 
 On Salem's road, Hosannah; 
 All glory in the highest, rang 
 
 For Christ our heavenly manna. 
 Immediately the stones would cry, 
 
 Did we not sing Hosannah ; 
 Then lift your hearts and souls on high, 
 
 And join to sing Hosannah. 
 
 FOURTH PART. 
 
 The children in the temple cried, 
 
 To David's son, Hosannah ; 
 Chief priests and scribes the song deride, 
 
 Shall children sing Hosannah ? 
 Suckling and babes, suckling and babes, 
 
 Shall perfect praise, Hosannah ; 
 To still the foe, souls overflow, 
 
 And chant and sing Hosannah. 
 
 Behold in heaven a glorious throne, 
 
 There's Christ our glorious manna, 
 Like jasper and a sardine stone, 
 
 With rainbow truth, Hosanuah. 
 Like emerald, an evergreen 
 
 Encircled round, Hosannah; 
 His covenant of grace is seen, 
 
 Brilliant and sure, Hosannah. 
 
 By faith enlisted, now I'll sing, 
 
 My ration is this manna; 
 A good soldier of Christ, my king, 
 
 Oh, I would sing Hosannah. 
 Brave soldier like, brave soldier like, 
 
 I '11 servo for daily manna; 
 1 1 is royal standard never striko 
 
 It waves on high, Hosannah. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 63 
 
 If you reach home before I do, 
 
 With saints to sing Hosannah, 
 Tell them, by grace, I 'in coming too, 
 
 To sing, with them, Hosannah. 
 Farewell to sin, I '11 mount and sing, 
 
 Victorious, Hosannah, 
 I 'II conquer all through Christ, my king, 
 
 For ever sing Hosannah. 
 
 BABYLON'S FALLEN. 
 
 Hail the day, so long expected, 
 
 Hail the year- of full release; 
 Zion's walls are now erected, 
 
 And the watchmen live in peace. 
 From the distant courts of Zion, 
 
 The shrill trumpets loudly roar, 
 Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallen — 
 
 Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 
 
 Hark, and hear the people crying, 
 
 See the city disappear, 
 Trade and traffic all is dying, 
 
 Lo they sing to rise no more; 
 Merchant who have bought her traffic, 
 
 Crying, from a distant shore, 
 Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallen — 
 
 Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 
 
 All her merchants cry with wonder, 
 
 What is this that's come to pass? 
 Murmuring like some distant thunder, 
 
 Crying, Oh! alas! alas! 
 Swell the sounds, ye kings and nobles 
 
 Priests and people, rich and poor. 
 Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallen, 
 
 Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 
 
64 SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 
 
 Lo! her captains are returning, 
 
 Up to Zion sec them fly; 
 While the heavenly host, rejoicing, 
 
 Shout and echo through the sky. 
 See the ancients of the city 
 
 Terrified at the uproar; 
 Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallen — 
 
 Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 
 
 Tune your harps, ye heavenly choir, 
 
 Shout, ye followers of the Lamb; 
 See the city all on fire, 
 
 Clap your hands and blow the flamo, 
 Novv's the day of compensation, 
 
 Hope and mercy now is o'er; 
 Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallen — 
 
 Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 
 
 Tune — Holy War. 
 
 What wondrous love is this? 
 
 O my soul, O my sou!! 
 What wondrous love is this, O my soul? 
 What wondrous love is this? 
 Which caused the Lord of bliss* 
 To bear the dreadful curse, 
 
 For my soul. 
 
 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking 
 
 down, 
 When I was sinking down, sinking down, 
 When T was sinking down, 
 Beneath God's awful frown, 
 Christ laid aside his crown 
 
 For my soul. 
 
SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 65 
 
 When I began to pray for my soul, for my soul, 
 When I began to pray for my soul, 
 When 1 began to pray, 
 Thus the word of God did say, 
 Christ is the truth and the way, 
 For thy soul. 
 
 He shed his heavenly light in my soul, in my soul, 
 He shed his heavenly light in my soul, 
 He shed his heavenly light, 
 To disperse the gloom of night, 
 Now it shines with radiance bright, 
 In my soul. 
 
 A BETTER COUNTRY. 
 
 There is a better world on high; 
 
 Will you go ? 
 Far, far above this lower sky; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Where blissful spirits robM in white, 
 And angels clothM in garments bright, 
 In songs of rapt'rous joy unite. 
 
 Will you go? 
 
 There brilliant walls, like dimonds shine; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Inlaid with gems of tints divine; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Resplendent gates of pearl oppose 
 All entrance unto Zi on's foes, 
 And 6afe its golden streets enclose, 
 
 Will you go ? 
 
 There light, and love, and glory dw*ll; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Unknown are sin, and death and hell; 
 
 Will you go? 6* 
 
SPIRITUAL SOIfGS. 
 
 Nor even there the heaving sigh; 
 The dew-drop, from the tearful eye; 
 The aching heart, or mourner's cry; 
 Will you go? 
 
 There Jesus reigns in glorious state; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Ten thousand thousands round him wait; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Cherubic legions wake the song, 
 Seraphic hosts the theme prolong 
 Which fills each ransom'd sinner's tongue; 
 
 Will you go ? 
 
 All heaven resounds with noblest praise; 
 
 Will you go? 
 All hearts pour forth their sweetest lays ; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Jesus, "the Lamb once slain," they sing; 
 To him their greatful tribute bring, 
 And bless their Savior and their King; 
 
 Wilr you go? 
 
 Come! let us seek this better land; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Come! let us join this heav'nly band; 
 
 Will you go? 
 O'er sin, and sense, and Satan prove 
 Victorious through Jesus' sov'reign love; 
 Then rise to swell the choir above ; 
 
 Will you go? 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 67 
 
 GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 Tune — Will you go? 
 
 What sound is this thro' Jieaven resounding — God is 
 
 love ; 
 From earth I hear the song rebounding — God is love. 
 Yes, while adoring hosts proclaim 
 Love is his nature, love his name, 
 My soul in rapture cries the same — God is love. 
 
 This song repeat, ye saints in glory — God is love ; 
 And saints on earth, shout back the 6tory — God is 
 
 love ; 
 In this let heaven and earth agree, 
 To sound his love both full and free, 
 And let the theme for ever be — God is love. 
 
 Creation's thousand tongues proclaiming — God is 
 
 love ? 
 And providence unites, exclaiming — God is love; 
 But let the burden'd sinner hear 
 Th*s gospel sounding, loud and clear, 
 To every soul, both far and near — God is love. 
 
 This heavenly love all round is flowing — God is love; 
 And in my heart the fire is glowing — God is love; 
 That "God is love," I know full well, 
 And had I power his love to tell, 
 With loudest notes my song should swell — God ia 
 love. 
 
 The love of God is now my pleasure — God is love; 
 
 This, only this, shL.ll be my treasure — God is love; 
 
 This theme shall be my song below, 
 
 And when I home to glory go, 
 
 This strain eternally shall flow — God is love. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGfi. 
 
 WILL YOU GO? 
 
 Tune—" What's the News? 
 
 We are traveling home to heaven above, 
 
 Will you go? 
 To sing the Savior's dying love; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Millions have reach'd that happy shore, 
 Their toils and sufferings now are o'er, 
 And yet there's room for millions more; 
 Will you go ? 
 
 We are going to walk the plains of light, 
 
 Will you go? 
 To where there's neither death nor night; 
 
 Will you go ? 
 The crown of light we then shall wear, 
 The conqueror's palm we then shall bear, 
 And all the joys of heaven shall share, 
 Will you go? 
 
 We are going to see the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 Will you go? 
 In rapturous strains to praise his name; 
 
 Will you go? 
 Our sun will there no more go down, 
 Our moon no more will be withdrawn, 
 Our days of mourning will be gone; 
 Will you go? 
 
 The way to heaven is free for all, 
 
 Will you go ? 
 
 For Jew and Gentile, great and small, 
 Will you go? 
 
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 Make up your minds, give God your heart, 
 With every ?ir. and idol part, 
 And now for glory make a start; 
 
 Will you go? 
 
 The way to heaven is strait and plain, 
 
 Will you go? 
 Repent, believe, be born again ; 
 
 Will you go? 
 The Savior cries aloud to thee, 
 " Take up thy cross and folLow me, 
 And thcu shait my salvation see," 
 
 Will you go? 
 
 Oh, could I hear some sinner say, 
 
 I will go? 
 I '11 start tbis moment, clear the way. 
 
 Let me go; 
 My old companions, fare ye well, 
 I will not go with you to hell, 
 I mean with Jesus Christ to dwell, 
 
 Let me go, R, Jukes. 
 
 second PART. 
 
 Yes, by the help of Jesus' grace, 
 
 I will go! 
 I '11 travel to the heavenly place, 
 
 I will go! 
 My new companions are so kind, 
 I '11 leave the world and sin behind. 
 With them the promis'd rest to find, 
 
 I will go! 
 
 I feel I 'm on the road to heaven, 
 
 Let me go! 
 I know my sins are all forgiven, 
 
 Let me go ! 
 
70 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 God's people they shall be my choice, 
 I hear my Shepherd's cheering voice, 
 Which makes my very soul rejoice! 
 Let me go. 
 
 My soul is bound for endless bliss, 
 Let me go! 
 
 What hath the world to equal this ? 
 Let me go ! 
 
 My vain amusements all adieu, 
 
 My soul has had enough of you ; 
 
 My lather's house appears in view; 
 Let me go. 
 
 Some of our friends have cross'd the flood, 
 Let me go ! 
 
 They 've joined yon army, bought with blood, 
 Let me go! 
 
 They now are looking out for me, 
 
 Bearing their palms of victory, 
 
 And I shall them in glory see ; 
 
 Let me go. 
 
 I soon shall wear my starry crown, 
 Let me go! 
 
 And on my father's throne sit down, 
 Let me go! 
 
 My race on earth is nearly run, 
 
 The battle it is nearly won, 
 
 My Savior smiles, and says, "Well done'" 
 Let me go. 
 
 Hark! hark! my Master calls me home, 
 Let me go! 
 
 Ten thousand angels bid me come, 
 Let me go; 
 
SPIRITUAL SOrtGS. 71 
 
 Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu, 
 The vale of death I'm marching through, 
 And when you come I '11 welcome you; 
 Let me go! 
 
 John Stamp. 
 
 THE OLD SHIP OF ZION— NEGRO HYMN. 
 
 Tune— -Cliff. 
 
 Cak you tell me what ship is a going for to sail ? 
 
 Oh, glory, hallelujah. 
 Yes, the old ship of Zion. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me what is her captain's name? 
 King Jesus is her captain. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me what rules they have on board? 
 Oh, it is loving one another. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Do you think she is well built? and'her timbers, are 
 
 they strong? 
 Why she's built of gospel timber. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me what cargo she has on board? 
 Yes, she is full of happy Christians. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me the port to which she ia bound! 
 She is bound for the port of glory. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
72 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Can you tell me the fare that her passengers must 
 
 pay? 
 Oh, the king has paid the passage. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me the flag that is flying at her mast? 
 Oh, it is the bleeding Lamb. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Do you think she'll be able to land her crew? 
 Oh, she has landed many a thousand. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me what is her compass and chart? 
 God's word and Holy Spirit. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me how long she has sail'd life's sea? 
 Nearly six thousand ages. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell who will steer through the harbor of 
 
 death ? 
 Oh, the Savior is the pilot. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Let the wind blow high, or the wind blow low, 
 'Trs a pleasant sail to Canaan. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you find us a place if we come on board? 
 Oh, we Ve room for countless millions. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Can you tell me if this ship any pirates ever meets? 
 Oh, she 's met and routed hundreds. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
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 Can you tell me if her sailors will get their bounty 
 
 money? • 
 
 Yes, an everlasting pension. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 Altered et John Stamp. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN SAILOR. 
 
 Tune — The Lord of Sunderland. 
 
 I've launched my bark for glory, and left the world 
 
 behind, 
 Determin'd for the harbor that's out of sight to find; 
 I've left my worldly pleasure, likewise my worldly 
 
 fame, 
 I Ve left my old companions, and with them my good 
 
 name. 
 Chorus. — Sing glory, hallelujah, O glory, hallelujah. 
 
 My sins are all forgiv'n, which did as mountains rise. 
 
 My title's clear for heaven, yon country in the skies; 
 
 God's saints are my companions, I 'm bound for end- 
 less day, 
 
 And though the storms are raging, I'll sail along the 
 way. 
 
 I'm now a Christian sailor, one of the noisy crew; 
 1 shout when I am happy, and that I mean to do; 
 Some say I am too noisy, I know the reason why, 
 And if they felt the glory, they'd shout as well as I. 
 
 They sing and shout in heaven, it is their heart's de- 
 light, 
 
 I shout wheu I am happy, and that with all my might; 
 
 I've Jesus Christ within me, he's turned the devil out, 
 
 And when I feel the glory, it makes me sing and 
 shout. 7 
 
74 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 I'll sail o'er life's rough ocean, with glory's port 
 
 view; 
 And Calvary's royal Pilot will steer the vessel through ; 
 The flag of victory's hoisted though war ships they 
 
 are nigh, 
 I stand beside my Captain and every foe defy 
 
 The port of glory's open, my Master calls me home, 
 To walk the golden streets of the New Jerusalem; 
 I'll shout o'er death's dark river; hut when I join the 
 
 throng, 
 For ever and forever I'll roll the theme along. 
 
 Altered by John Stamp. 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 
 All to leave and follow thee; 
 Naked, poor, despis'd forsaken, 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shall be; 
 Perish every fond an bition, 
 
 All I've sought, or hop'd or known; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own! 
 
 Let the world dispise and leave me; 
 
 They have left my Savior too; 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me — 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue; 
 And whilst thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me- 
 
 Show thy face, and all is hi ight. 
 
 In thy service pain is pleasure, 
 
 With thy favor loss is gain ; 
 Go then, earthly lame and treasure. 
 
 Come disaster, scorn, and pain ; 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 75 
 
 I have called thee Abba, Father, 
 
 I have set my heart on thee ; 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, 
 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter res*; 
 O ! 'tis itot in grief to harm me, 
 
 While thy love is left to me, 
 O! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmix'd with thee. 
 
 Soul, then know thy full salvation — 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care 
 Joy to find, in ev'ry station, 
 
 Something still to do or bear: 
 Think what spirit dwells within thee! 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine! 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee! 
 
 Child of heav'n! canst thou repine? 
 
 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Arm'd by faith and wing'd by pray'r; 
 Heaven's eternal joy's before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there: 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days — 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 Like a ship, see the Church, through the ocean she 
 
 rolls, 
 Shp's freighted with grange, and well mann'd out with 
 
 souls! 
 
76 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 'Midst whirlwinds and tempests, she sails through the 
 
 world, 
 While storms of temptation against her are kurl'd. 
 
 She's bound from the world, through the tempest she 
 
 flies, 
 She mounts o'er the billows, is bound for the skies; 
 While ChrisJ stands at the helm, no danger she'll 
 
 fear; 
 Her captain and pilot knows which way to steer. 
 
 She stops not to anchor in harbors below, 
 But o'er life's rough billows her true course doth go; 
 The highlands of heaven she still keeps in view, 
 Intends there to anchor, and there land her crew. 
 
 While hell and its legions around her do roar, 
 Like waves of the ocean, that break on the shore, 
 She steers her course onward, nor feels she alarm, 
 With Christ in the vessel, she smiles at the storm. 
 
 The ebb tide of nature, which feeds the dead sea, 
 And the gulf of confusion, do both agree, 
 To hinder her progress, her march to oppose, 
 But spreads forth canvass and outsails her foes. 
 
 She's hated by worldlings, despis'd by fools 
 Who sail the black sea, till they shipwreck their souls; 
 She kindly invites them, their course to bewail, 
 Yet tarries not for them, but spreads the more sail. 
 
 She's rapidly sailing, with strong gales of love; 
 Will soon strike soundings on the fair coast above; 
 Make the highlands of heaven, and enter the road, 
 And anchor forever, in the I&ngdom of God. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Soon will our suffering time be o'er, 
 When we shall weep and sigh no more. 
 
 Chorus — Roll on, roll on, sweet moments roll on, 
 
 And let these poor pilgrims go home, go 
 home ! 
 
 Jesus himself shall guide our way, 
 'Till safe we rest in endless day. 
 
 A few more rolling years at most, 
 Will land us safe on Canaan's coast. 
 
 From sleeping clay and beds of dust, 
 Our Jesus will call home the just. 
 
 Our ransom'd souls shall soar away, 
 To praise our God in endless day. 
 
 When landed on the heavenly shore, 
 Death and the curse shall be no more. 
 
 And when we Christ in glory meet, 
 Our thrilling hopes will be complete. 
 
 Then shall we sing the song of grace, 
 Safe in our glorious hiding place. 
 
 Each soul shall feel what glories shine 
 In our Immanuel all divine. 
 
 Fill'd with his light, and life and joy 
 Praise shall our ev'ry hour employ. 
 
^8 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 A poor wayfaring man of grie£ 
 
 Hath often cross'd me on my way, 
 Who sued so humbly for relief, 
 
 That I could never answer nay; 
 I had no pow'r to ask his name, 
 Whither he went or whence he came, 
 Yet, there was something in his eye, 
 That won my love I know not why. 
 
 Once when my scanty meal was spread, 
 He enter'd, not a word he spake — 
 
 Just perishing for want of bread, 
 I gave him all, he bless' d and brake, 
 
 And ate, but gave me part again; 
 
 Mine was an angel's portion then! 
 
 And while I fed with eager haste, 
 
 The crust was manna to my taste. 
 
 I spied him where a fountain burst, 
 
 Clear from the rock, his strength was gone, 
 The heedless water mocked his thirst, 
 
 He heard it, saw it hurrying on: 
 I ran and rais'd the sufferer up — 
 Thrice from the stream he drain'd my oup, 
 Dipp'd, and return'd it running o'er, 
 I drank, and never thirsted more! 
 
 'Twas night. The floods were out; it blew 
 
 A wint'ry hurricane aloof, 
 I heard his voice abroad, and flew 
 
 To bid him welcome to my roof. 
 I warm'd, I cloth'd, I cheer'd my guest, 
 Laid him on mine own couch to rest: 
 Then made the earth, my bed, and seem'd 
 In Eden's garden while I dream'd. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 79 
 
 Stripp'd, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 
 
 I foinid him by the highway side; 
 I rous'd his pulse, brought back his breath, 
 
 Revived his spirit, and supplied, 
 Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heal'd — 
 I had myself a wound conceal'd — 
 But from that hour forgot the smart, 
 And peace bound up my broken heart, 
 
 In pris'n I saw him next conderan'd 
 
 To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; 
 The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, 
 
 And honor' d him 'mid shame and scorn; 
 My friendship's utmost zeal to try, 
 He ask'd if 1 for him would die! 
 The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 
 But the free spirit cried, " I will ! " 
 
 Then, in a moment, to my view, 
 Tne stranger started from disguise — 
 
 The tokens in his hands I knew — 
 My Savior stood before my eyes! 
 
 He spake, and my poor name he named— 
 
 '-'Of me thou hast not been ashanrd; 
 
 These deeds shall thy memorial be, 
 
 Fear not, thou didst it unto me!" 
 
 TREMENDOUS TRUTH. 
 
 Sin is the living worm, the lasting fire, 
 Hell soon would lose its heat could sin expire; 
 Better sinless in hell, than to be where 
 Heaven is, and to be found a sinner there. 
 One sinless, with infernals might do well, 
 But sin would make of heaven a very hell. 
 Look to thyself and keep it out of door, • 
 Lest it get in and never leave thee more, 
 
80 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 No match has sin but God in all the world, 
 Men, angels has it from their station hurled, 
 Holds them in chains as captives, in despite 
 Of all that here below is called might, 
 Release, help, freedom from it none can give, 
 But even he by whom we breathe and live. 
 
 Watch, therefore, keep this giant out of door, 
 Lest if once in, thou get him out no more. 
 
 Fools make a mock at sin, will not believe 
 It carries such a dagger in its sleeve; 
 How can it be, say they, that such a thing, 
 So full of sweetness e'er should wear a sting, 
 They know not that it is the very spell 
 Of sin to make men laugh themselves to hell. 
 Look to thyself, then, deal with sin no more, 
 Lest he that saves, against thee shut the door. 
 
 THE CROSS OF CHRIST. 
 
 Behold his arms extended wide 
 
 On the cross, on the cross; 
 Behold his bleeding hands and side, 
 
 On the cross, &c. 
 The sun withholds its rays of light, 
 The heavens are clothed in shades of night, 
 While Jesus doth with devils fight, 
 
 On the cross, &e. 
 
 Come sirmer, see him lifted up 
 
 On the cross, &c. 
 He drinks for you the bitter cup, 
 
 On the cross, &c. 
 The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, 
 While Jesus doth atonement make 
 While Jesus suffers for our sake. 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 81 
 
 And now tho mighty deed 13 done 
 
 On the cross., &c 
 The battle's fought, the vict'ry won, 
 
 On the cross, &c. 
 To heaven He turns his languid eyes, 
 " 'Tis finished !" now the Conqueror cries, 
 Then bows his sacred head and dies 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
 Where'er I go I'll tell the story 
 
 Of the cross, of the cross. 
 In nothing else my soul shall glory, 
 
 Save the cross, save the cross, 
 Yes, this my constant theme shall be, 
 In time and in eternity, 
 That Jesus tasted death for me, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
 Let every mourner rise and cling 
 
 To the cross, to the cross. 
 Let every Christian come and sing, 
 
 Round the cross, round the cross. 
 Then let the preacher take his stand, 
 And with the Bible in his hand, 
 Declare the triumph through the land 
 
 Of the cross, of the cross. 
 
 Tune — Lov'd ones at home. 
 
 Far over Jordan's rolling river, 
 
 Eternal clay; . 
 There's where our eyes are turning ever, 
 
 There's where the angels stay. 
 All through this vale of sin and sorrow, 
 
 Patient we roam, 
 Still trusting for that happy morrow 
 Bright in our Father's home. 
 
82 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Chorus — All our heavy load sits lighter 
 Every storm wo bide, 
 Oh, brothers, how the way grows brighter, 
 Near to the Savior's side. 
 
 Far from his tender arms benighted 
 
 Dark was our way, 
 Still every precious promise slighted 
 
 Where could the spirit stay ? 
 Down at the foot of Calvary's mountains, 
 
 Pilgrims we come, 
 There may we in that purple fountain 
 
 Wash in our Father's home. 
 
 All our heavy load, &c. 
 
 One loveJy form among the sainted, 
 
 Heaven within, 
 Stands on our vision ever painted, 
 
 Stretched on the cross for sin ; 
 When shall we hear his voice commanding, 
 
 Come higher, come; 
 When in his golden courts, be standing, 
 
 With our belov'd ones at home. 
 
 All our heavy load, &c. 
 
 O Christian! will you go with me? 
 P m bound for Canaan's land to seo ! 
 
 For I'm going home, I'm going home, 
 I'm going home, to die no more! [Re- 
 peat.] 
 
 Our Jesus on the Cross did die, 
 And then he wont to reign on high. 
 
 Our Jesus said, poor sinner, come, 
 And from my side no longer roam. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 83 
 
 The heavenly doors wide open stand, 
 Up yonder in my Father's land. 
 
 I'll" never leave the union band 
 Until I reach that happy land. 
 
 I do believe, without a doubt, 
 
 That Christians have a right to shout. 
 
 THERE IS A FRIEND ABOVE ALL OTHERS. 
 
 Thee re is a friend above all others, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 It is a love beyond a brother's, 
 
 Oh ! how he loves!- 
 Earthly friends may fail and leave us, 
 This day kind, the next bereave us, 
 But this friend will ne'er deceive us; 
 
 Oh, how he loves. 
 
 Blessed Jesus, wouldst thou know him? 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Give thyself, e'en this day to him; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 [s it sin that pains ftnd grieves thee, 
 Unbelief and trials tease thee? 
 Jesus can from all release thee; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 
 Love this friend who longs to save thee, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Dost thou love; he will not leave thee, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Think no more then of to morrow, 
 Take his easy yoke and follow, 
 Jesus cnnie's all thy sorrow; 
 
 Oh, how he loves. 
 
84 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 All thy sins shall be forgiven, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Backward all thy fears be driven ; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Best of blessings he '11 provide thee, 
 Naught but good shall e'er betide thee, 
 Safe to glory he will guide thee, 
 
 Oh, how he loves. 
 
 Pause, my soul adore and wonder, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Naught can cleave this lovo asunder; 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 Neither trial nor temptation, 
 Doubt nor fear nor tribulation 
 Can bereave us of salvation, 
 
 Oh, how ho loves. 
 
 Let us still this love be viewing, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 And though faint, keep on pursuing, 
 
 Oh, how he loves! 
 He will strengthen each endeavor, 
 And when passed o'er Jordan's river, 
 This shall be our our song forever, 
 
 Oh, how he loves. 
 
 Let mo me go my soul is weary, 
 
 Of the chains which binds it here, 
 
 Let my spirit bend its pinions 
 
 To a brighter holier sphere. 
 
 Earth 'tis true has friends who bless me, 
 
 With a fond and faithful love; 
 
 But the arms of angels beckon 
 
 Mo to brighter worlds above. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. ' 85 
 
 Let me go , my soul has tasted 
 
 Of my Savior's wondrous grace, 
 
 Let me go where I shall ever 
 
 See and know him face to face, 
 
 Let me go the trees of heaven, 
 
 Rise hefore me waving bright, 
 
 And the distant crystal waters, 
 
 Flash upon my feeble sight. • 
 
 Let me go for earth hath sorrows, 
 Sin and pain and bitter tears, 
 All its paths are dark and dreary, 
 All its hopes are wrought with fears, 
 Short, lived aro its cherished flowers, 
 Soon its brightest flowers decay, ' 
 Let me go I fain would leave it, 
 For the realms of cloudless day, 
 
 Let me go for song seraphic, 
 Now seem calling from the skies, 
 'Tis the welcome of the angels, 
 Which to me seem hovering nigh; 
 Let me go they wait to bear me, 
 To the mansions of the blest, 
 Where the spirit worn and weary, 
 Finds at last its long-sought rest. 
 
 I've heard of a country o'er London it lies, 
 
 Where the finally faithful forever repose, 
 
 Where the wayworn and weary from labors shall 
 
 cease, 
 And joys all immortal forever increase. 
 
 Tis said in that country no sorrow e'er reigns, 
 No bosom with ^riof heaves and felt are no pains, 
 
 8 
 
86 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 No tears ever shed there, or e'er heard a grown, 
 A land of great plenty where wants are unknown. 
 
 This side of a river we've much to endure, 
 Our conflicts are many our lives insecure, 
 But glory to Jesus our captain and king, 
 Has promised the faithful to glory he'll bring. 
 
 By faith I look over the river and see, 
 There are friends von that shore that are dear unto me, 
 They seem to say come you have nothing to fear, 
 Your trials are over when once anchored here. 
 
 You have friends in that country most dear to your 
 
 heart. 
 Do you not want to meet them where friends never 
 
 part ? 
 Then start in a moment no longer delay, 
 While you stop to consider the night ends the day. 
 
 There's Wesley immortal has long since passed o'er, 
 And the king of that land welcomes him to that* shore, 
 
 hear him exclaim as he lisps a farewell, 
 God is with me, I am going to glory to dwell. 
 
 Here's Whitfield and Fletcher, passed o'er in advance, 
 And Abbott and Nelson looked out for a chance. 
 Of late A. Makindred has outrode the swell, 
 While the sound's wafted back on the breeze, All is 
 well. 
 
 1 too have a mind to embark for that shore, 
 If when I once anchor my perils are o'er, 
 
 So fare you well neighbors and kindreds adieu, 
 I'm board old ship Zion and sail with her crew. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 87 
 
 FIELD OF BATTLE. 
 
 Lift your standard, lift it high, 
 Raise the Christian battle cry, 
 Christ your glorious leader nigh , 
 Calls aloud to you. 
 
 Once our fathers freedom cried, 
 Victory or death betide. 
 But with Jesus on our side, 
 
 Death and victory too. 
 
 There to die, the battle won, 
 There to fuel the warfare done, 
 Glory brighter than the sun, 
 
 Than our promised due 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Glorious thus for Christ to die, 
 And with Christ to reign on high, 
 There with victor hosts to cry, 
 
 Christ has brought us through. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Chrtet our captain's name wo boast, 
 Quells the dark Satanic host, 
 Fall we then each at his post; 
 Fall as Christians do. 
 
 Chorus • 
 
 Come ye that love the Lord indeed, 
 Who are from sin and bondage freed, 
 Submit to all the ways of God, 
 And walk the narrow happy road. 
 
88 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Great tribulation you shall meet, 
 But soon shall walk the golden sVreet; 
 Tho' hell may rage au<l vent its spite, 
 Yet Christ will save his heart's delight. 
 
 That happy day will soon appear, 
 When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear, 
 Sound through the earth, yea down to hell, 
 To call the nations great and small. 
 
 Behold the earth in burning flames, 
 The trumpet loudly still proclaims, 
 The world must come and hear her doom. 
 The separation now is come. 
 
 Behold the righteous marching home, 
 The angels smile and bid them come, 
 While Christ the judge their joy proclaims, 
 Here comes my saints, I own their names. 
 
 Ye everlasting gates fly wide, 
 Make ready to receive my bride, 
 Ye harps of heaven sound aloud, 
 Here comes the purchase of my blood. 
 
 In grandeur see the royal line, 
 Whose glitt'ring robes the sun outshine, 
 While saints and angels join in one, 
 And march in splendor to the throne. 
 
 Then stand in wonder and look on, 
 They join in one eternal song, 
 Their great Redeemer to admire, 
 While rapture sets their souls on fire. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 "TRUST IN GOD AND PERSEVERE." 
 
 Brother, is life's morning clouded? 
 
 Has the sun-light ceased to shine? 
 Is the earth in darkness shrouded? 
 
 Would'st thou at thy lot repine? 
 Cheer up, brother! — let thy vision 
 
 Look above — see! light is near: 
 Soon will come the next transition — 
 
 "Trust in God and persevere!" 
 
 Brother, has life's hope receded? 
 
 Hast thou sought its joys in vain ? 
 Friends proved false when mostly needed, 
 
 Foes rejoicing at thy pain? 
 Cheer up, brother! — there's a blessing 
 
 Waiting for thee — never fear; 
 Foes forgiving, sins confessing, 
 
 "Trust in God and persevere!" 
 
 Brother, all things round are calling, 
 
 With united voice — "Be strong!" 
 Though the wrongs of earth be galling, 
 
 They must lose their strength, ere long, 
 Yes, my brother, though life's troubles, 
 
 Drive thee near to dark despair, 
 Soon 'twill vanish like a bubble — 
 
 " Trust in God and persevere ! " 
 
 He, From his high throne in heaven, 
 
 Watches every step you take; 
 He will see each fetter riven, 
 
 Which your foes in anger make; 
 Cheer up, brother — he has power 
 
 To dry up the bitter tear; 
 And though darkest tempest lower, 
 
 "Trust in God and persevere!" 8* 
 
90 SPIRITUAL SOtfGS. 
 
 Brother, there's a quiet slumber 
 
 Waitiug for thee in the grave ; 
 Brother, there's a glorious number, 
 
 Christ in mercy deigns to save, 
 Wait then, till life's quiet even, 
 
 Closes round thee, calm and clear; 
 And, till called from earth to heaven, 
 
 " Trust in God and persevere ! " 
 
 THE MERCY SEAT. 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat; 
 'Tis found beneath the mercy seat. 
 
 There is a place, where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads; 
 A place than all besides more sweet, — 
 It is the blood-bought mercy seat. 
 
 There is a scene, where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
 Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, 
 Around one common mercy seat. 
 
 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 When tempted, desolate, dismay'd ? 
 Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
 Had suffering saints no mercy seat? 
 
 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense molest no more; 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 While glory crowns .the mercy scat. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 91 
 
 FOR VICTORIOUS FAITH. 
 
 O For a faith that will not shrink, 
 
 Though presed hy every foe. 
 That will not tremble on the brink, 
 
 Of any earthly wo : — 
 
 That will not murmur or complain 
 
 Beneath the chast'ning rod, 
 But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
 
 Will lean upon its God ; — 
 
 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
 
 When tempests rage without ; 
 That when in danger knows no fear, 
 
 In darkness feels no doubt ; 
 
 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown, 
 
 Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
 That seas of trouble can not drown, 
 
 Or Satan's arts beguile ; — 
 
 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
 
 Till life's last hour is fled, 
 And with a pure and heavenly ray 
 
 Illumes a dying bed. 
 
 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
 
 And then, whate'er may come, 
 We'll taste, e'en here, the hallow'd bliss 
 
 Of an eternal home. 
 
92 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 SEEKING REST FOR THE SOUL. 
 
 O'er mountain and hill I wandered alone, 
 Alone in the valley, far distant from home; 
 Alone in the valley my soul sought for rest, 
 The dew it was falling, all nature was bless'd. 
 
 I asked the forest, the oak and the pine; 
 These all were beautious, majestic, sublime, 
 1 asked the Lilly, the violet, the rose. 
 But could not find place for my soul to repose. 
 
 I asked the ocean, a voice from the waves, 
 It spake of its powers, no one there to save, 
 I asked the planets, both Venus and Mars, 
 The sun and the moon, and the rest of the stars. 
 
 These spake of their brightness, 'twas always the 
 
 same, 
 They told of their maker, I asked his name; 
 His name it was Jesus, in him there is rest, 
 All people, all nations, in him they are bless'd, 
 
 1 sought then to find him, but could not tell where; 
 I thought of the garden, that once happy pair, 
 In the garden of Eden, I then did inquire, 
 The promise was given, but he was not there. 
 
 I asked the patriarchs, they told of his day, 
 I asked the prophets, they showed me the way, 
 I asked the shepherds, they told of his birth, 
 Old Simeon and Anna, they witnessed the truth. 
 
 I then sought to find him, but no trace could I find, 
 At length I was told he was healing the blind; 
 I was wounded, was bruised, was sick and was sore, 
 1 sought then to find him, but cared for no more. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 93 
 
 My soul took new courage, a thought struck my 
 
 mind; 
 My Jesus, my Savior, I now soon shall find, 
 J said I shall find him, and I will tell you how, 
 I'll follow to Calvary, to that rugged brow. 
 
 There was ene there who told me, your time will 
 
 be lost, 
 He is dead, he is dead, he died on the cross, 
 He is dead, he is buried, he lies in the grave, 
 There is no one to pity, there is no one to save. 
 
 I stood, and I wept, then I wiped off the tears, 
 I looked, and behold, my Savior was near, 
 He smiled, and lie told me, to me then he said, 
 I have risen, I 've risen, I rose from the dead. 
 
 He showed me his hands, his feet, and his side; 
 He smiled, and he told me for you I have died; 
 I died to redeem you, I saw it was best, 
 I then shouted glory, my soul was at rest. 
 
 I 'm now on my journey to mansions above; 
 My soul's full of glory, of life, light, and love, 
 I 'm now on my journey to the land of my rest, 
 [ soon shall see Jesus, and reign with the blcss'd. 
 
 Lewis J. Cooper. 
 
 A Little longer here below, 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, 
 And home to glory we shall go, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 I want to go, I want to go, 
 I want to go to glory, 
 
 The reason why 1 want to go 
 To give to Jesus glory! 
 
94 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 There's so many trials here below, 
 They say there's Done in glory. 
 
 And when we stand on that blest shore, 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, 
 We'll shout the praises evermore, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 PERSEVERENCE OF THE SAINTS. 
 
 Oh ! don't turn back, preachers, don't turn back, 
 There's a starry crown in Heaven for you, if you 
 don't turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
 Oh ! don't turn back, brothers, don't turn back, 
 There's a golden harp, in Heaven, for you, if you 
 don't turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
 Oh ! don't turn back, sisters, don't turn back, 
 There's a long white robe, in Heaven for you, if you 
 don't turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
 Oh ! don't turn back, classmates, don't turn back, 
 There's palms of vict'ry in Heaven for you, if you 
 don't turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
 Oh! don't turn back, children, don't -turn back, 
 There's golden slippers in Heaven for you, if you 
 don't turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
 Oh! don't turn back, fathers, don't turn back, 
 There's eternal life in Heaven for you, if you don't 
 turn back. 
 Repeat. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 05 
 
 A SONG FROM REVELATION. 
 
 The book of Revelation 
 
 God hath to us revealed ; 
 The mystery of salvation, 
 
 In the book of seven seals. 
 
 Chorus— O, look away, look away, look away to 
 Bethlehem, 
 My Lord, look away, look away to Bethle- 
 hem. 
 
 And to the church in general, 
 
 This mystery is sent, 
 And teaches every nation, 
 
 That they must all repent. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 The way this book was opened, 
 
 John plainly doth inform; 
 TJie Law of God was broken, 
 
 A Savior must be born. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 For justice hath a legal claim, 
 
 On what the law demands; 
 Unless a Savior is ordained, 
 
 The criminal must be damned. 
 O look away. 
 
 There was a search in Heaven, 
 
 And in the earth around, 
 John stood in sorrow, hoping, 
 
 A Savior might be found. 
 
 O look away. 
 
90 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 And while John stood a weeping, 
 
 He heard an elder say, 
 The voice, it was beseeching 
 
 For him to look that way. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 He looked towards the bright throne, 
 
 His looking did not fail, 
 He saw the lovely Lamb of God, 
 
 Who surely did prevail. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 Who took the book from his Father's hand, 
 
 And opened every seal, 
 Ai»d gave stern justice his demand ; 
 
 His people he'll redeem. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 And when he took his mission, 
 
 Like thunder it was heaad, 
 To better man's condition, 
 
 In Bethlehem appeard. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 John saw the Heavens open, 
 
 The eonquerer riding down, 
 He looked, and Lo, white horses, 
 
 And riders following on. 
 
 O look away. 
 
 If yon want to know the Conquerer's name 
 
 It is the word of God, 
 His eye is like a burning flame, 
 
 He is the Lord of Lords. 
 
 O look away. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 A little longer here below, .... 39 
 
 A poor wayfaring man of grief, 78 
 
 A song from revelation, 95 
 
 A better country, 65 
 
 Address to sailors 37 
 
 All hands on board, 32 
 
 And the house of the Lord, 42 
 
 Babylon's fallen, 63 
 
 Behold his arms extended wide, 80 
 
 Beggar, The, 31 
 
 Brother, is life's morning clouded? 89 
 
 By faith I see my Savior dying, 42 
 
 Can you tell me what ship is going, ••• 71 
 
 Canaan traveller, The, 38 
 
 Christain sail ?r, The, 73 
 
 Christ feeding the multitude, 40 
 
 Christ the Rock, 44 
 
 Comp all my dear brethren, 23 
 
 Come, angels, seize your harps of gold 46 
 
 Come, parents, children, bond and free, 17 
 
 Come, poor guilty, anxious mourners, 53 
 
 Come, soldiers, can't you arise and tell, 40 
 
 Come, thou who didst turn the water to wine, 18 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord, indeed, 87 
 
 Cross of Christ, The, 80 
 
 Cross, The, 56 
 
 De poor aegro he will go, 19 
 
 Faith viewing the crown, 22 
 
 Far over Jordan's rolling river, 81 
 
98 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Field of battle, 87 
 
 For victorious faith, 81 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 90 
 
 God is love, 67 
 
 Gospel life boat, The, 31 
 
 Gospel Ship, The, 25 
 
 Gospel Ship, The, 51 
 
 Hail the day so long expected, 63 
 
 Heavenly Shout, 47 
 
 Hosannah, 59 
 
 How prone are professors 50 
 
 Hymn for a revival, • • • 52 
 
 I have become a beggar, ,.,.... 31 
 
 Iu seasons of grief to my God, 44 
 
 I've heard of a country, o'er Jordan it lies, 85 
 
 I've launched my bark for glory, 73 
 
 Jesus Christ is now amongst us, 52 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 74 
 
 Like a ship, the church, ; 75 
 
 Lot's wife, . . , 50 
 
 Look to the cross, 53 
 
 Marriage of Cana, The, * 18 
 
 Mercy seat, The, , 90 
 
 Mercy's free, .' 27 
 
 Mercy's free, 42 
 
 My friends and hearers, all adieu, 45 
 
 Negro Song, 18 
 
 Negro walk the golden street, 18 
 
 Noah's ar.k, 24 
 
 O Christian, will you go with me? 82 
 
 () for a faith that will not shrink, 91 
 
 O'er mountain and hill 1 wandered alone, 92 
 
CONTENTS 90 
 
 Page. 
 
 Oli, how ho loves, 38 
 
 Oh, don't turn hack, preachers, don't turn hack, 94 
 
 Perseverance of the saints, 94 
 
 Poor Christian, look up to the joys set before thee, .... 29 
 
 Praise God for what he's done for me, 29 
 
 Pray, what is the reason 47 
 
 Preacher's farewell hymn, • 45 
 
 Renounce your old master, 37 
 
 Sailing to glory, 54 
 
 Says faith, look yonder, 22 
 
 See Israel in the wilderness, 59 
 
 Seeking rest for the soul, 92 
 
 Ship Safety, hound for Canaan, 32 
 
 Ship Safety, The, 23 
 
 Signers, come, let's fly to Jesus, 38 
 
 Sin is the living worm the lasting fire, 79 
 
 Song of the pious slave, 20 
 
 Soon will our suffering time be o r er, 77 
 
 Soldier's hymn, 40 
 
 Sol lier's hymn, 41 
 
 Swellings of Jordan, 29 
 
 Sweet Prayer 28 
 
 The book of revelation, 95 
 
 The Gos^M ship is sailing, 26 
 
 The Gos{)CTsbip she is in sail, ." 51 
 
 The Savior lai 1 his crown aside, 5G 
 
 The multitude is going away, 40 
 
 The old ship of Zion, 71 
 
 There is a friend above all others — O how he loves, . . S3 
 
 There is a better world on high, 65 
 
 Trust in God and persevere, 69 
 
 We're outward bound, , 32 
 
 We're toweling home to heaven above, 6S 
 
 We're sailing to a better world, 54 
 
 What's the news, , £7 
 
10 CONTENTS. 
 
 Fage. 
 What sound is this through heaven resounding?. . . . 36-67 
 
 What wondrous love is this? 64 
 
 What is this that rises, .' 27 
 
 What vessel are you sailing in, 25 
 
 When torn is the bosom, 28 
 
 When I dwelt down in Egypt's land, 21 
 
 Whene'er we meet you always say, 57 
 
 Will you come to the banquet of Jesus's love, 48 
 
 Will you go? , 68 
 
 Ye soldiers of Jesus, t 41 
 
 Ye sons of the main, 37 
 
 Ye vain wordly pleasures, 35 
 
 You all are invited with Christ to embark, 24 
 
TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS 
 
 IN THE LIFE OF G. W. HENRY, (FAMILIARLY KNOWN AS BLIND 
 HENRY,) OR, TRAVBLS IN EGYPT, TWILIGHT AND BEULAH, BY 
 A BLIND MAN. 16 MO. MUSLIN, PLAIN, 50 CENTS ; MOROC- 
 CO, GILT EDGES AND SIDES, 75 CENTS. 
 
 Mr. Henry has been for many years entirely blind, but he has writ- 
 ten a very interesting autobiography. "We like his book much, and 
 like the man more. His blindness causes no murmuring, no, not any ; 
 on the contrary, it is made a subject of devout thanksgiving. The au- 
 thor regards the loss of his sight, and the death of some of his children 
 as being, in the hands of God, the means of his salvation. And such 
 is the fullness of his joy, and the strength of his faith, that he blesses 
 the rod by which Heaven chastised him into obedience. Never have 
 we seen more perfect resignation under trials. It is even more than 
 resignation ; it is triumph and victory over the greatest calamities. — 
 Korihei*n Christian Advocate. 
 
 The book is well got up, and affords abundant instruction to those 
 who wish to learn the vanity of the world and the sustaining power 
 of religion in the deepest afflictions. Brother Henry's experience is 
 clear and instructive. — Advocate of Holiness. 
 
 We have read, with lively interest and much profit, Br. G. W. Hen- 
 ry's life, entitled "Travels in Etrypt, Twilight and Beulah, by a blind 
 man." We know of no biography that sells more readily, or that is 
 read more eagerly by almost every class of people, than tins little vol- 
 ume. We therefore take pleasure in recommending it, and hope it 
 may find its wayinto every colporteur's basket; and we believe it will 
 be productive of great good to all by whom it is read. 
 
 B. I. Ives, 
 
 E. P. Williams, 
 
 J. T. Weight. 
 
 Extract — "My dear reader, I do not ask you to pause, and drop a 
 sympathizing, tear; no, I ask you to rejoice with me. Do not call 
 death, poverty, and blindness, enemies, for I certainly number them 
 among my dearest friends. They were not my Saviour, it is true ; 
 but they were sent by a kind Father to lead me to my Saviour, and 
 to perpetual peace and joys immortal. 
 
 CHAPTER XXV. 
 
 In the fall of 1848, Rev. Jesse Penfield being about 
 to close up his labours on this circuit, God put it into 
 his heart to raise a Methodist chapel in Frankfort. 
 
288 TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS IN THE 
 
 To all appearance this might have staggered the 
 faith of Abraham ; but with God impossible things 
 become possible. The attempt was made, and in 
 February, 1849, a beautiful brick church was dedi- 
 cated to Almighty God, by Rev. B. J. Diefendorf, then 
 presiding elder on that district. A protracted 
 meeting was then commenced in the Baptist and 
 Methodist Churches. The battle now began in good 
 earnest; the powers of darkness gave way, and a 
 glorious revival followed in both Churches. Frank- 
 fort in a measure seemed to be redeemed. O how 
 good it is to hold on to the arm of the Lord and 
 wait patiently for him ! The blind man's cottage 
 could not now hold a tenth part of the lovers of 
 prayer-meetings, where, for six years previous, they 
 would not average ten persons, including all denom- 
 inations. I was deprived of hearing the dedication 
 sermon, as duty and affection kept me by the bed- 
 side of my suffering companion ; but in the evening 
 I had the happiness of listening to brother Wyatt. 
 His subject was the great feast which God 
 had prepared for the souls of them that love him. 
 I will assure you I opened my mouth wide as the 
 Lord had commanded me, and my soul partook 
 heartily of the solids as well as the fluids that faith 
 saw plainly spread out before me, — not only fit 
 things full of marrow, but wine as pure and efferves- 
 cent as that drawn from the water-pots at the wed- 
 ding in Galilee. As 1 arose, after the sermon, to 
 express my gratitude to God for what he had done, 
 
LIFE OF G. W. HENRY. 289 
 
 and what he was about to do for sinners in Frank- 
 fort, I took so large a draught of this wine that 
 I reeled and fell under its power; and I have 
 scarcely drawn a sober breath since. It was the 
 same kind of wine that the disciples drank on tho 
 day of Pentecost, when they were accused by tho 
 multitude of being drunk. Wine, here, is a symbol 
 of the Holy Spirit, and any man that has ever 
 been intoxicated by the madeira and champagne 
 of this world, and also that of the kingdom of grace, 
 will see a forcible and striking similitude between 
 them. It is with shame that I confess that I have 
 more than once been staggering drunk on the wine 
 of this world. But I rejoice to say that I have since 
 that time drank to intoxication of that which flows 
 from Christ the living vine. Therefore I speak 
 what I know by experience. But let us trace the 
 analogy ; and to -make it plainer permit me to relate 
 one or two circumstances of my shameful experience 
 while dwelling in the land of Egypt. When I was 
 engaged in business at the South, and especially 
 on the Alleghany Mountains, it was a custom for the 
 lawyers, doctors, engineers, and contractors, and a 
 like quality falsely called gentlemen, to have occa- 
 sionally a venison dinner, with sumptuous trim- 
 mings and sparkling wines. You see now, at two 
 o'clock, twenty fashionable well-dressed men, who, 
 from their conversation and general deportment, 
 give every appearance of gentlemen in the true 
 sense of tho word. We will now close the door 
 
 id 
 
290 TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS IN THE 
 
 upon them, and at six o'clock we again look into 
 the dining room. They are all there ; but their or- 
 der and decorum has stepped out, and confusion 
 reigns among them. One man is standing on the 
 tabk spouting Shakspeare ; another is bragging of 
 his wealth, and ostentatiously displaying his bonds 
 and bank notes ; another is boasting of his pedigree, 
 his noble ancestry. One man is swearing profanely ; 
 another laughing, ready to split his sides at every 
 silly remark he hears. By his side, his fellow is 
 crying, and no one knows or cares about the cause. 
 One of the number is dancing as merrily as a lord ; 
 while at his feet lies one as insensible as a mummy. 
 
 You wonder as you glance at these men, in the 
 midst of broken glasses and upset tables, and ask 
 the host the cause of this great change wrought 
 in them in the short space of four hours. He 
 will tell you that they were under the influence of 
 wine, that is, they were filled with the spirit of 
 wine. You will ask him again the occasion of the 
 different conduct exhibited in different individuals. 
 He will perhaps tell you that the wine affects all 
 people equally, but no two alike; and that the 
 outward demonstration is varied according to the 
 natural bent and disposition of the partaker. 
 
 Reader, please take my arm, and go with me to 
 an ancient house in Jerusalem. See there in an 
 upper chamber one hundred and twenty disciples, 
 all very grave and sober men and women. Twelve 
 of them are the chosen apostles of Jesus. Among 
 
LIFE OF G. W. HENRY. 291 
 
 tbe sisters, is Mary the mother of the Saviour. 
 They are quietly praying and conversing together. 
 We will close the door, and after three hours, or 
 about the ninth hour, we will look in again upon 
 the same individuals. How are they now ? Are 
 they all sitting quietly on their seats ? O, no ! 
 there was a noise, and that so great, so loud and 
 strange, that it was heard throughout the city : so 
 that a great multitude of the curious gathered about 
 the doors, a^ they have often done on similar occa- 
 sions. You hear now not only one individual, but 
 the whole congregation, audibly and earnestly talk- 
 ing at once, and in fourteen different languages, and 
 the sacred historian tells us that they were all talking 
 of the wonderful works of God, and that they were 
 all filled with the Holy Ghost ; or he might have 
 said they were filled with the wine of the kingdom. 
 As it was, the scoffing multitude came to the con- 
 clusion that they were all drunk. And when we 
 turn to the history of the last century, and read of 
 the multitudes that shouted, reeled, staggered, and 
 fell to the ground as dead men under the preaching 
 of a Wesley, Fletcher, Whitefield, Christmas Evans, 
 Abbott, and others, and add to that our own experi- 
 ence and observation for the last ten years at camp- 
 meetings and other places, we know of no better 
 conclusion that a sober dispassionate unconverted 
 multitude could arrive at than to say they were all 
 drunk ; for I do know by observation and experi- 
 ence, that the outward manifestations of the two 
 
292 TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS IX THE 
 
 kinds of wine bear a striking analogy; and I do 
 not wonder that the prophets and the apostles made 
 choice of wine as a symbol or comJTarison to illus- 
 trate the operations of the Holy Spirit. But Peter, 
 standing up, denies the charge of their being drunk, 
 and then goes on to explain to the multitude the 
 cause of the noise and seeming confusion. lie 
 might have said it was estimate-day or pay-day; 
 that Jehovah had just cashed a bond which he had 
 caused to be executed a few hundred years previous 
 by Jeremiah, one of his clerks ; or, in the language 
 of Scripture, "I will pour out of my Spirit" or 
 wine " upon my servants and handmaids, and they 
 shall prophesy ;" or, in other words, that was the 
 set day when more than three thousand new bottles 
 or souls should be filled with new wine or the 
 champagne of the kingdom. 
 
 So, my dear long-faced, sober-sided, fault-finding 
 reader,, when you go to another camp-meeting, 
 where five hundred of God's people have met 
 together with one accord in one place, and you see 
 them all upon their knees, calling upon their 
 heavenly Host that they may be filled with the 
 Spirit, do not be surprised if, after a while, you see 
 brother Henry leaping, laughing, and falling down ; 
 another shouting; the third pointing to his bonds 
 and mortgages in the old record, and telling how 
 rich he is ; while near by a hoary-headed old father, 
 with patches on his knees, boasts of his pedigree, 
 tracing his ancestry back to the Ancient of Days, 
 
LIFE OF G. W. HENKY. 293 
 
 producing his evidence that God was his father and 
 Jesus Christ his elder brother. At a little distance 
 you will see a good sister melted into tears, while a 
 holy, reverential awe broods over her in silence ; by 
 her side lies one insensible, while the whole five 
 hundred rejoice together in hopes of the glory of 
 God. You now turn and ask me the cause of all 
 these exhibitions of joy ? Permit me to answer you, 
 in the language of your bar-room host : " They are 
 all filled with the Spirit." 
 
 I should be glad if I had space to make a few 
 selections, backing up this truth, not only from 
 sacred history, but also from the history of the 
 Church during modern reformations. But I must 
 pass them by, and conclude this too lengthy chap- 
 ter by giving you two recipes — one that will effec- 
 tually cure you from fault-finding, and the other to 
 cure the people of God from shouting. They are a 
 sovereign remedy. Perhaps a little incident in my 
 own -experience may better convey my meaning. 
 About the year 1836, while living in Franklin 
 County, Pa., business placed me in a stage-coach to 
 go to Harrisburg, a distance of about forty miles. 
 About twelve o'clock at night the driver stopped at 
 a hotel in the village of Carlisle, a few rods from 
 Dickinson College. While changing horses I roused 
 from a stupor, and half-awake, and not very good- 
 natured, went into the bar-room, where at once my 
 Acre saluted with shouts, songs, speechifying, 
 loud laughter, and not a little systematical swearing. 
 
294 TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS IN THE 
 
 The noise proceeded from a large parlour in a dis- 
 tant part of the hotel. I well understood the cause. 
 I suppose it was something like the noise thai 
 Moses and Joshua heard, as they came down froiL 
 the mountain, from a certain part} 7 , dancing and 
 shouting around a golden calf. But I had not beer 
 there long before the parlour-door opened, and it 
 was no sooner known by the revellers that Captain 
 Henry was in the house than a fragment of the 
 party caught me by the collar, and, in spite of all 
 expostulations, precipitated me into the midst of a 
 party of drunken collegiates and other like com- 
 panions. Under those circumstances, I presume, 
 I felt very much like an unconverted man, looking 
 on, while the power of God is displayed like a tor- 
 nado in the forest, waving one tree top into the 
 arms of another, and occasionally tearing up a 
 stately oak by the roots, bringing it headlong to the 
 ground. They appeared to me like a set of fools. 
 Their general conversation and performance seemed 
 ridiculous in the extreme. The stage now went off 
 without me. I began to pour down the wine, and 
 in half an hour I could laugh and make speeches 
 with the best of them. I saw no impropriety in 
 anything that was going on. Here, reader, is your 
 recipe. When you get tired of hearing your breth- 
 ren shout, hearken to the invitation of the proph- 
 et, to come and buy this wine, and let your soul 
 delight itself with its delicious influences. Let your 
 soul be filled to the brim with this pure wine of the 
 
LIFE OF G. W. HENRY. 295 
 
 kingdom ; and if it does not cure your croakiug 
 and fault-finding about the brethren and sisters 
 shouting and making such a noise and confusion, 
 you may set it down for a certainty that you have 
 not a genuine article. The second recipe is an 
 effectual cure for shouting, leaping, falling with the 
 power, &c. Take a quantity of backbiting, croak- 
 ing, idle words, superfluity of dress, anger, self- 
 righteousness, mix them well together in a powder, 
 and wash it down with a hearty draught of rum, 
 brandy, or whisky, and, my word for it, you will 
 not be troubled with spiritual ecstasy. But, before 
 I close this subject, I wish to say I can tell the read- 
 er by experience — by sad as well as joyous experience 
 — that the consequences resulting from the use of 
 the two articles are as unlike as heaven and hell. 
 
 The wine of this world leaves a man with a 
 headache, heartache, remorse and rags, and the 
 finger of God hath written, "No drunkard shall 
 inherit the kingdom of God." Consequently, the 
 undying soul will dwell forever in eternal darkness 
 with distillers, rumsellers, hypocrites, dogs and 
 sorcerers, and every species of evil-doers. While 
 the wine that flows freely from Christ, the living 
 vine, will give peace, like a river, and the ultimate 
 boon will be glory, honour, immortality and eternal 
 life through Jesus Christ our Lord. One will pro- 
 cure for you the torments of hell, the other the rest 
 of heaven. Reader, the two cups are before you. 
 May God help you to make a wise choice. Amen. 
 

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