FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Section CA#f \J (pmcJi c/fudcJuf /frfy i V ^ •* j * ♦A \ JUL 2? 1936^ OF FAVOURITE CONFERENCE HYMNS, WITH HISTORICAL SKETCHES OF CHURCH HISTORY, THROUGH EVERY CENTURY OF THE CHRISTIAN ERA, BY J. A. BURKE. ALBANY : PRINTED BV A. N. SHERMAN". 1629. A TABLE OF METRES. L. M. 8 8 8 8 CM. 8 6 8 6 S. M. 6 6 8 6 50th 10 10 10 11 On wings of faith Rippon. 104 10 10 11 11 Begone unbelief 112 8 8 8 8 8 8 In Jordans tide— St. Helens. 148 6 6 6 6 8 8 Lenox. 5-6 55556565 Ye servants of God — Devonshire. 6-4 6 6 4 6 6 6 4 Glory to God— Rip. Hymn to Trin. 6-8-4 6 6 8 4 6 6 8 4 The God of Abram praise— Rip. 7's. 7 7 7 "7 >Tis a point. — Sovereign grace has 7's D. 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 Jesus lover.-Brethren while-Hoth, 7-6 76767776 How lost.-O when shall I—Amster. 7-6-8 7 6 767876 Jesus let thy pitying eye— Rip. 8's 88888888 How tedious. — From whence does 8-6-8 8 6 8 6 8 8 Let others boast their— Rip. 8-8-6 8 8 6 8 8 6 The Lord into.— Throughout our 8-7 87878787 Come thou Fount.-Jesusgrant-Di*. 8-7-4 8 7 8 7 4 7 Lord dismiss us — Tarn-worth. ll's 11 11 11 1 1 How firm a— Thy mercy my God 11-8 11 8 11 8 O thou in whose presence 6-9 6696690 how happy are they 12's 12 12 12 12 12 12 The voice of free grace 6-8 886666 Encourag'd by thy word 8-6 6 6 8 8 8 8 Farewell dear friends I must be i SELECTION t OF FAVOURITE SOHTFERENSE HTHEETS. HYMN 1. C. M. 1 f\ FOR a closer walk with God, ^-^ A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ? , 2 Where is the blessedness I knew. When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy 'd ? How sweet their mem'ry still ! But now I find an aching void, The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol 1 have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. HYMN 2. 8 & 6. 1 fpHE Lord into his garden comes : The spices yield a rich perfume; The lillies grow and thrive ; Refreshing show' rs of grace divine, From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine, Which makes the dead revive* % O that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become ; The desert blossoms as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3 The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun : My soul a witness is : I taste and see the pardon free, For all mankind as well as me, Who come to Christ may live, 4 The worst of sinners here may find A Saviour pitiful and kind, Who will them all receive '. None are too late who will repent : Out of one sinner legions went : Jesus did him relieve. 5 Come brethren, ye who love the Lord, And taste the sweetness of his word, In Jesus' ways go on ; Our troubles and our trials here Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. G We feel that heaven is now begun, It issues from the shining throne, From Jesus' grace on high : It comes like floods, we can't contain, We drinli and drink and drink again, And yet we still are dry. 7 But when we come to reign above. And all surround the throne of love, We'll drink a full supply ; Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow, Which never will run dry. 3 There will we reign and shout and sing. And make the upper regions ring, When all the saints get home ; Come on, come on, my brethren dear Soon shall we meet together there, For Jesus bids us come. 9 Amen, amen, my soul replies, I'm bound to meet him in the skies, And claim my mansion there : Now here's my heart, now here's my hand. To meet you in that heav'nly land W here we shall part no more. 10 There on that peaceful happy shore, We'll sing and shout our suflf 'rings o'er, In sweet redeeming love : We'll shout and praise our conqu'ring Kin'o- Who died himself that he might bring Us rebels near to God. HYMN 3. 5&6. j "OEGONE, unbelief, -*-* My Saviour is near, And for my relief, Will surely appear ; By prayer le? me wrestle, And he will perfor.n : With Christ in the vessel I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis his to proviiie ; Though cisterns be brokeja, And creatures all fail, 1* The word he has spoken Shall surely prevail. His love in time past Forbids me to think, He'll leave me at last In trouble to sink : Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure To help me quite through Determined to save, He watch'd o'er my path, When Satan's blind slave. 1 sported with death ; And can he have taught me To trust in his name, And thus far have brought rn* To put me to shame ? Why should I complain Of want 01 distress, Temptation or pain ? He told me no less : The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Through much tribulation Must follow their Lord. How bitter that cup, No heart can conceive, Which he drank quite up : " That sinners might live ! His way was much rougher. And darker than mine ; Did Christ, my Lord, suffer. And shall 1 repine ? Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, The med'cine is food ; Though painful at present, 'Twill cease before long. And then, O how pleasant The conqueror's song ! HYMN 4. 7"s. 1 'PTMS a point I long to know, -■- Oft it causes anxious thought : Do I love the Lord or no ? Am 1 his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull and lifeless frame ? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love ? 4 When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild ; Fill'd with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixt with all 1 do : You who love the Lord indeed. Tell me is it thus with you ? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall ; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all ? 7 [Could 1 joy his saints to meet, Choose the ways 1 once abhorr'd, Find, at times, the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord ?] S Lord, decide the doubtful case ? Thou who art thy people's sun, Shine upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. Let me love thee more and more. If I love at all I pray ; 8 If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to day. HYMN 5. 8 k 7. Grateful recollection. 1 /~^OME, thou Fount of every blessing, ^-^ Tune my heart to sing thy grace : Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount — O fix me on it ; Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope by thy good pleasure. Safely to arrive at home : Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand' ring from the fold of God : He to save my soul from danger, Interpol his precious blood. 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constraint to be : Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love — Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it Seal it for thy courts above. HYMIS 6. 8's. Union Hymn. T^ROM whence doth this union arise, ■■- That hatred is conquer'd by love ! It fastens our souls in such ties, As nature and time can't remove, It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a Paradise lost ; 9 It grows on Immanuel's ground ; And Jesus' rich blood it did cost. My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts are united in lore ; Where Jesus is gone we Shall be In yonder bright mansions above. why then so loth now to part ? Since there we shall all meet again : Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, At a distance we cannot remain. And when we shall see that bright day, And join with the angels above, There free from these bodies of clay, We'll dwell with Christ Jesus above. With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glories we'll see ; There sing Hallelujah, Amen 1 Amen, even so let it be. HYMN 7. 11 Si 8. 1 f\ THOU in whose presence my soul takes delight, ^-^ On whom in affliction I call ; My comfort by day and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all. 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, To feed on the pastures of love ? Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 3 O why should I wander an alien from thee ; Or cry in the desert for bread ? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see. And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen, The star that on Israel shone: Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been, And wherewith his flock he has gone I 5 This is my Beloved, his form is divine His vestments shed odours around ; 10 The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine 5 When autumn with plenty is crown'd. 6 The roses of Sharon, the lillies that grow In the vales on the banks of the streams ; On his cheek does the beauty of excellence glow, And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 7 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadow of death, The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfumed with his breath. 8 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, That waters the garden of grace ; From which their salvation the Gentileyshall know And bask in the smiles of his face. 9 Love sits on his eyelids and scatters delight, Through all the bright mansions on high ; Their faces the cherubims veil in his sight, And praise him with fulness of joy. 10 He looks and ten thousand of angels rejoice. And myriads wait for his word ; He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. HYMN 8. Vs. 1 SOVEREIGN grace has power alone, To subdue a heart of stone ; And the moment grace is felt, Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucifi'd, Two transgressors with him died ; One with vile blasphemous tongue, Scoff *d at Jesus as he hung. 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, In the very jaws of death ; Perish'd as too many do, With a Saviour in their view. 11 4 But the other touch'd with grace, Saw the danger of his case ; Faith receiv'd to own his Lord, Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 5 Lord, he pray'd, remember me, When in glory thou shalt be, Soon with me the Lord replies, Thou shalt be in paradise. 6 This was wond'rous grace indeed, Grace vouchsaf 'd in time of need ; Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, You will find him still the same. 7 Butb&ware of unbelief, Thinkl^ the harden'd thief! If the gospel you disdain, Christ to you has died in vain. HYMN 9 6 k 9. /~k HOW happy are they *S Who their Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love 1 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb • When my heart it believ'd, What true joy I received, What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 'Twas a heaven below, My Redeemer to know ; And the angels couIJ do nothing more Than to fill at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinner* adore. Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see ! A 12 He hath loved me, I cry'd, He hath suffer' d and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. On the win^s of his love, I was carry 'd above All my sin and temptation and pain, And i nould not believe That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. I then rode on the sky, Frecl) justify d I, Nor did env\ Elijah his seat ; My glad soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the world was quite under my feet. ! the rapturous height Of that holy ESIDE the Gospel Pool, ■*-* Appointed for the poor, From year to year my helpless soul Has waited for a cure. 2 How often have I seen The healing waters move, And many round me stepping in, Their efficacy prove. 3 But my complaints remain, I feel the very same ; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, As when at first I c me. A O, would the Lord appear, My maladies to he. 1 1 He knows how long I've waited here, And what distress i fee], 5 How often have I thought, Why should 1 longer try ? Surely the mercies I have sought, Are not for such as I. 6 But wither shall I go '? There i> no other pool, Where streams of sovereign inercv flow To make a sinner whole. 7 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and cry ; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, And suffer him to die ? $ No, he is full of grace , He never will permit 20 The soul that fain would see his face, To perish at his feet. HYMN 18. ll's. Tune, Portuguese Hytrin. OTOW firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord, -*"*- Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say, than to you he hath said .? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, ' As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be;, ' Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, e I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; ' I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, ' Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 1 When thro' the deep waters, I call thee to go, ' The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow ; { For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, ' And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress. ' When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, ' My grace all-sumcient shall be thy supply ; 6 The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design *■ Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. * Even down to old age, all my people shall prove 5 My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love : ' And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, ' Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. ' The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, < / will not, I will not desert to his foes ; ' That soul, tho' all hell should endeavour to shake, ' Pll never, no never, no never forsake. 39 B HYMN 19. 10 & 11. Star in the East. AIL the bless'd morn when the great Mediator, Down from the mansions cf glory descend ; 21 Shepherds go worship the babe in the manger,' Lo ! for his guards the bright angels descend. CHORUS. Brightest and blest of the sons of the morning, Shine on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; Star in the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid. Cold on his cradle the dew-drops were shining, Lo ! lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. Brightest and blest, fyc. Say shall we guild him in costly devotion, Odours of Eden an offering divine ; Gems from the mountains and pearls from the ocean Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine. Brightest and blest, 4'C. Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gold, we his favor secure, Richer by far in the heart's adoration, Dearer to God, are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and blest, fyc. HYMN 20. 3 7 4. 1 /^ UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, ^*" Pilgrim, through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 22 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; Death of deaths, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. HYMN 21. 6&8. 1 j^NCOURAG'Dbythyword Of promise to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy-door : No hand, no heart, dear Lord but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine. 2 The beggar's usual plea, Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee, I know thou would'st disdain; But those which move thy gracious ear, Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say, That though I now am poor. Yet once there was a day When I possessed more ; Thou know'st that from my very birth, I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess, As beggars often do, Thou great is my distress, My faults have been but few : If thou should'st leave my soul to starve, It would be what I well deserve. Though crumbs are much to good For such a wretch as I, No less than children's food My soul can satisfy. do not frown and bid me go ; 1 must have all thou canst bestow. 23 7 Nor can I willing be Thy bounty i o From others : " me, Their want? . t iVel ; I'll tell them 4f y's store, And try to send a thousand more. 8 Thy ways, thou Only Wi^e, Our thoughts and ways transcend, Far as tirj arched skies Above this eai < h extend. Such pleas as mine men would not hear. But God receive? a beggar's prayer. HYMN 22. 7 & 8. Dying Saint to his Soul. 1 Cor. xv. 54-57, 1 "VT1TAL spark of heavenly flame ! * Quit, O quit this mortal frame ; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark ! they whisper, angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ;" What is this ab&orbs me quite ? Steals my senses^ shuts my sight ? Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyesr— my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings, I mount ! I fly '. O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? SWE TJ- HYMN 23. C. M. SET was the time when first I felt; The Saviour's pard'ning blood, 24 Apply'd, to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praises tun'd my tongue ; And when the evening shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. [3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm ; I liv'dupon my Saviour's smiles, And lean'd upon bis arm. 4 In pray'r, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glories shine : And when 1 read his holy word, IcalPd each promise mine.] 5 Then to his saints I often spoke Of what his love had done ; But now my heart is almost broke For all my joys are gone. o Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns ; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 7 [My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, For Jesus hides his face ; I read — the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case.] 8 Now satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey : Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail ; O come without delay ! HYMN 24. 7's. 1 1 f ORD, I cannot let thee go, -" Till a blessing thou bestow ; Do not turn away thy face, ^line's an urgent, pressing case. 25 Dost thou ask me, who I am ? Ah my Lord, thou know'st my name ! Yet the question gives a plea, To support my suit with thee ! Thou did'st once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold ; Scorn thy grace — thy pow'r defy — . That poor rebel, Lord, was I. Once a sinner near despair Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r ; Mercy heard and set him free, Lord, that mercy came to me. Many days have past since then, Many changes I have seen ; Yet have been upheld till now ; Who could hold me up but thou ? Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need — This emboldens me to plead ; After so much mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last ? No — I must maintain my hold — 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; I can no denial take, When I plead for Jesus' sake. HYMN 25.- "ORETHREN, while we sojourn here, -" Fight we must, but should not fear ; Foes we have, but we've a friend, One who loves us to the end ; Forward then with courage go, Lopg we shall not dwell below ; Soon the joyful news will come, Child your Father calls — Come home. In the world a thousand snares Lay to take us on in ares ; Satan, with malicious Watches each unguarded heart ; 3 26 But from SatarTs malice free, Saints shall soon victorious be Soon the joyful news will come. Cmld* your Father calls — Come home* But of all the foes we meet, None so apt to turn our feet. None betray us into sin, Like the foes we have within j Vet let nothing spoil your peace„ Christ will also conquer these ; Then the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls — Come home. HYMN 26. L. M. 1 TESUS, my all, to heaven is gone — ■ ** He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track 1 see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophet went, The road that ieads from banishment. The king's highway of holiness I'll go, for all his paths are peace \3 No stranger shall proceed therein. No lover of the world and sin, No lion, no devouring care, No sin, nor sorrow shall be there. 4 No — nothing shall go up thereon, But trav'ling souls, and I am one ; Way-faring men, to Canaan bound f Shall only in the way be found.] 5 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not ; My grief, my burden, long has been> Because I could not cease from sin 6 The more I strove against its pow'i\ I sinu'd and stumbled but the more ; Till late 1 heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul, I am the way." 27 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shall take me to thee as I am ; My sinful self to thee I give — Nothing but love I shall receive. Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found ; Fll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, behold the way to God. HYMN 27. C. M. 1 A LL hail the power of Jesus 1 name ! -^*- Let angels prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Martyrs. * [Crown him ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all.] Converted Jews. 3 [Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small : Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.] Believing Gentiles. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go — spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. Sinners of every age. 5 [Babes, men and sires, who know his love, Who feel your sin and thrall ; Now joy with all the hosts above, And crown him Lord of all. Sinners of every nation. • Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 28 Ourselves. 7 that, with yonder sacred throng. We at his feet may fall ; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. HYMN 28, S. M. "OLEST is the tie that binds -■-* Our hearts in christian love : The fellowship of kindred minds • Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comfort and oiyr cares. We share our mutual woes ; Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain, But we shall still be join'd in heart And hope to meet again. This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives. And longs to see the day. From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin, we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Thro' all eternity. HYMN 29.— C. M. 1 iOOME, humble sinner, in whose breast ^ A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, And make this lust resolve. 29 << I'll go to Jesus, tho' my sin " Hath like a mountain rose ; il I know his courts, I'll enter in, " Whatever may oppose. " Prostrate Til lie before his throne, " And there my guilt confess ; " I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, " Without his sovereign grace. " I'll to the gracious king approach, " Whose sceptre pardon gives,