:"*^- "^m MIS' FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY ' -V 'v^mm^ Wv'*' K^^. ^ffe^ >^* ^"gVceoEParmsJS** The Advent; AND OTHER POEMS AND HYMNS. NEW YORK. o>«i^ 30 POEMS. His everlasting arm sustains The comfort of the saints ; His gracious hands are open wide To answer all complaints. Their meat and drink is ever sure, Early and latter rain Shall fall upon their heritage. And never fall in vain. The land shall flow with milk and wine, And honey shall be there : Both man and beast shall have reward For eveiy toil and care. The eternal God, thy refuge sure, Will fold His arms around The places where His children dwell. And make them holy ground. God's Promise. THE promise has not lost its power In eighteen hundred years, A living and immortal thing. It ever new appears. INVENTORY. 31 From God, his rock, his covenant God, Nothing the saint can sever, God keeps his promise, firm and strong, Keeps it, the same, forever. All ages are a second's time To Him who spoke in truth ; The world may end, — God's promise still Lives in immortal youth. The everlasting hills, they all Are drifts of transient dust. That float upon the clouds of time, — But stand His promise must. Then rest, my soul, on this great Rock, There let thy hopes be stayed ; There's nothing else so firm as this. Of all that God has made. Inventory. WHAT inventoiy has thy soul ? Has it a good estate ? Say, does this transient world conti'ol Thy portion and thy fate ? ■^ POEMS. Or does thy hope aspire above This ever-changing sphere, To the bright Beulah, land of love? Art thou a pilgrim here ? Or dost thou seek for earthly fame, — A fame below the sky, — With those who sin, devoid of shame. With nothing fixed on high ? What inventory has thy soul ? Has it this good estate ? Or does this present world control Thy portion and thy fate ? Come. CO]ME dwellers on the mountain, And on the prairie wide. By crystal brook and fountain, Or near the ocean's tide ; — Flashed from each lake and river, The gospel's tidings shine. Love, yearning to deliver That guilty soul of thine. ^ -►H COME. 33 Come -svhile the spring is weaving Her verdant crown of life, And nature is retrieving The winter's deadly strife ; Come while thy youth is blooming, Come, manhood's stately prime ; While prospects bright are looming O'er all the map of time. Come, hear the invitation Descending from the skies ; Ho, ye of every nation, Consider and be wise. Come every night and morning And bow before the Lord ; Behold his glories, dawning In every gracious word. Come to the living waters. Come, every thirsty one ; For all God's sons and daughters The springs of mercy run ; Come with your soul's depression, With every sin and woe ; To cleanse you from transgression These streams of mercy flow. •5^ 34 POEMS. Come while these streams are flowing, A shining, healing tide, And God is still bestowing Salvation far and wide ; Come while the gracious Saviour Is ready to forgive. And in His love and favor Your soul shall ever live. Come when the warmth of summer Fills earth with fruit and flowers ; And bird and insect-hunamer Plays round the fragrant bowers ; While harvest fields are shining With glory and with love, Oh, let your thoughts, entwining, Dwell on the things above. Come from the wealthy city. Where trafiic rules the mind ; And where the proud and witty Their gay enchantments find ; Come from each lowly dwelling, Come from the princely halls. Where music tones are swelling, "Wliere earthly pleasure calls. ►i*- -* COME. SS Come when the autumn coldly Declares the summer past. And night frosts, chil], so boldly Foretell the coming blast ; Come in the dead of winter, When howling stonns appear ; There is a door to safety. Secure from anxious fear. Come from earth's scenes of glory, Deceitful, though so bright; Hear not the syren story That offers you delight ; Come in the hour of sadness, When all is dark and drear ; God gives the soul a gladness Untold by mortals here. Come when old age is pressing With languor strangely dim. Come, seek the Saviour^s blessing, And ask for strength in Him ; Come from the house of mourning, Where sorrow strikes the heart. And gives a solemn warning That friend from friend must part. ■* 36 POEMS. Grace Weighed. GRACE is not in the market'-place, It never has been sold For merit that we mortals claim, Xor ponderous heaps of gold. If Ophir's momitains could be weighed, With all the gems that shine. There would be nothing in the scale Approaching things divine. Grace, in celestial balances, Outweighs in solid worth, The gains of trade, the mines of wealth - The wealth of all the earth. Yet God dispenses life and grace, With large and liberal hand, And showers the blessings of His love On this and eveiy land. He calls the needy to partake Of mercy, flowing free ; Stop, stop, O sinner, stop and ask Of God this grace for thee. ^ * ■^ GRACE. 37 Grace. GRACE i3 not weighed in balances, And in the market sold ; Its value far exceeds the gems That monarehs set in gold. Were all the hills of Ophir brought, And countless coins of earth Placed in the scale against this pearl, They'd have no weight or worth. Tlie glories of celestial bliss Outweigh all other things ; And peasants who obtain this gift Are richer far than kings. Grace falls not to the great and wise, As their undoubted right. But is the wondrous heritage Of those who seek the light. The poor and needy all may come, And of this grace partake ; The plea is not of merit here, 'Tis all for Jesus' sake. ■^ ^ 38 POEMS. Why Stand Ye Idle. WHY stand ye idle all the day ? Ye advocates of truth? Cleave to the standard of the cross, And thus renew your youth, And then proclaim the glorious name, ** The way," ** the light," *' the truth." Why stand ye idle all the day? There's work on eveiy hand ; Not servile in its character. But noble, vast and grand ; The harvest-field offers its yield ; How fruitful is the land ! ^Vhy stand ye idle all the day? Thrust, thrust the sickle in ; The harvest is already ripe. And reapers must begin To gather sheaves wiien man believes And turns away from sin. Why stand ye idle all the day ? The trumpet must be blown Until the gospel's saving sound Through all the world is known. And men revere with soul sincere The great '* I Am" alone. *- GRAIN ON THE HABVEST-FIELD. 89 Scatter the Seeds of Blessing. On, scatter the seeds of blessing Along each barren shore, Till eaith becomes a verdant plain, Blooming forevermore. Oh, scatter the seeds of blessing With kind and liberal hand ; Each blade is worth broad acres Of thorns upon the land. Oh, scatter the seeds of blessing, Though they be small and diy, For early dews and latter rains Will reach them from on high. Oh, scatter the seeds of blessing Along each barren shore, Till earth becomes a verdant plain, Bloomino: forevermore. Grain on the Harvest-Field. THERE'S grain on the harvest-field. And the song of those who reap Shall fill the air with gladness. And over the mountains sweep. — * 40 POEMS. There's grain on the harvest-field, Work, work, while the day is on ; The sun has passed the noontide, And the light will soon be gone. There^s grain on the harv^est-field. And the reapers shall be paid ; The King has guaranteed to the work His succor and His aid. There's grain on the harvest-field. But the garnering time is nigh, When angels with reioieing songs Will bear the sheaves on hif^h. Anticipating Evil. SOME people carry a satchel, — A satchel full of sorrow ; And spend their time in brooding o'er The evils of the morrow. A sulky genius keeps the key, And throws away all that's good ; But everything that's stamped '* distress" Is saved for their daily food. ^ GOOD IN DISGUISE. 41 And all the ills that man can know Seem hovering in one breast; Can mortal life consent to stay In such a gloomy nest ? Good in Disguise. OH, smooth the fuiTows on thy brow, Wipe sorrow from thine eyes, And let thy soul bathe in God's love, With gladness and surprise. The many evils that we fear Oft train for higher good ; We should rejoice, if discipline Were better understood. Much chastening always will be found A necessary thing. To wean us from attractions here, And bind to Christ, our King. The sliding sands of earth may lead To seek the solid Rock, On which to place our destiny. And fear no future shock. -^ ^ 42 POEMS. The Blessed Rain. TIIE gracious rain has come at last, We greet it with delight, And sing with joy tlie glorious hand, Which still does all things right. To vitalize each drooping plant, And snatch it from the gi'ave. The mission of this heavenly gift Is to retrieve and save, — To save from parching and from death The flowerets and the grain. Were there no blessed summer showers, Man's labor were in vain. But when the sweet, the blessed showers On the broad fields descend, We recognize, in realms above, A Father and a Friend. The Good Passport. I MET an angel in the street. With flowing golden hair ; His silver voice most sweetly said. In softened tones of prayer, — *i*- THE GOOD PASSPORT. 48 ** KI should die and go to heaven, rd take my Bible there, I've told my father what I want, And charged with special care, ** To put the Bible near my head. And, when ray flesh shall rise, ril take the Bible in my hand. As I ascend the skies. ** And when the door is open wide, Where heavenly gloiy lies, ril read the Bible as I go. With pleasure in my eyes." The Bible had entranced his heart. And made his faith grow strong ; The Bible was his solace here, His glory and his song. The Bible, to his infant mind. Was passport, joy and guide. His introduction to the skies, — He loved, believed, and died. -* 44 POEMS. Wish for an Afflicted One. OH, could the power of mortal arm The flowers of beauty save, Whatever keeps this bosom warm Would snatch thee from the grave, — Would sweep the languor from that brow Where health and vigor played ; So should thy youthful beauty glow, In smiles once more arrayed. With every pleasant fruit and flower, Along thy pathway strewn, Th}' lile be like a charming bower, Where sorrow is unknown, — Enriched with happiness while here, On this bright, verdant clod. And glory in the upper sphere, — The Paradise of God. But Oh, how frail is mortal power ! How feeble each design ! The creatures of a transient hour Must look for aid Divine. And faith presents immortal things, With glory in their train ; In Christ our life arc all our springs. And death itself is gain. -►^ JOY COMETH IN THE MORNTSG. 45 Ketrospect. FIFTY short years have flitted by, Like shadows o'er the plain ; And foi* the fathers, dwelling here, Of course we look in vain. But they have left a heavenly trace On every path they trod ; How well they served their fellow men, While here they walked with God. So long as memory holds its throne, And lights the sacred past ; Their holy lives, like headland lights, Shall guide us to the last. Joy Cometh in the Morning. LOOK up, ye down-cast, weary ones, And take the gracious warning ; ** Sorrow endureth for a night, Joy Cometh in the morning." The merciful, who dwells on high. Will hear the prisoner's sighing ; And in his tenderness and love Make answer to his crying. 46 POEMS. God lifts the needy from the slough Of darkness and despah'ing, The face, suffused with tears at night. At morn fresh joy is wearing. Look up, ye sad and weary ones, And take the gracious warning ; ** Sorrow endureth for the night, Joy Cometh in the morning." The Old-Fashioned Chair. OH, what has become of the old-fashioned chair, Where my heart oft ascended while kneeling in prayer, — The chair that lias witnessed the sigh and the groan That broke from my heart while weeping alone ? Alas, it had witnessed the cold and the sere, The winter of feeling, so dismal and drear. The flood-gates of feeling were closely sealed up, And my hand held like hyssop affliction's full cup. And the skies were all curtained, obscuring the light, The day dream of joy was turned into night. So cold and so frigid that nothing would melt, Surrounded with darkness — a night to be felt. •i* JUBILEE. 47 Twas there where I knelt, ^mid depression and woe. My voice 'neath the pressure refusing to flow, Unrelieved by the tear, too burdened to sigh, The lone heart was waiting for grace from on high. Thick darkness had parted its mantle afar. And showed the brii^ht beamin": of Bethlehem's Star,— It shone in such splendor, hope smiled in its beam. And peace and salvation flowed down in a stream. If vows of devotion were fervent and true. Its witnessed fulfillments were feeble and few ; Though I knelt on its cushion full three times a day, It often had whispered, *' How little you pray." Jubilee. JUST fifty years have passed, It is the Jubilee day. Since Jesus found my soul in tears, And washed my guilt away. Oh, I remember well How God-like he appeared, AVlien he delivered me from death ,- The death I Ions: had feared. 48 POEMS. He kindly healed my wounds, By his Almighty grace ; How joyfully I bowed to him, When he revealed his face. Ko tongue can ever tell The peace that ruled within, When, washed from my enormous guilt, And saved from death and sin. On this glad Jubilee, Be glory and renown To Him who saved my sinful soul From God's eternal frown. Keminiscences. WHEX first the cross of Christ appeared To my desponding soul, 'Twas then the balm of Gilead flowed. And made my spirit whole. Twas healing for the dreadful wounds That sin had made within ; 'Twas the transforming power of grace, The antidote of sin. ON LEAVING OLIVER STREET. 49 A thrill of joy ran through my heart, And streaming from the throne Came gushings of internal peace, — A peace before unknown. My tongue broke forth in lofty strains To celebrate Ilis praise, Whose mercy had reclaimed my soul From sin's destructive ways. Ok Leaving Oliver Street. HOW can I leave the altar-stone, AVhere holy men were kneeling, When this my heail was young and warm, And full of joyful feeling? And when beneath the Hudson's wave. In the baptismal waters, I owned my Lord, and joined myself To Zion's sons and daughters. 'Twas there they gladly sang and prayed, ** Good Lord, thy saints deliver From all temptation, sin and death, And keep them safe forever." 4 -* •5^- 50 POEMS. The Spirit seemed to answer then, The motion of their breathing ; Successes crowned their blessed work, In glorious prospects wreatliing. And every day new crowns were brought For him, the King of glory, Of converts young and full of life, Who told the joyful story, — How Jesus met them in the way, — Their need, their guilt, discerning, — From the dark ways of sin and woe, Their wandering footsteps turning. The heavenly gates were open wide, The showers of grace descended. And happy souls dissolved in tears. And grace and glory blended. How can I leave the altar-stone, 'Wliere hol}^ men were kneeling. When this my heart was young and warm, And full of joyous feeling? *¥' ^ OUR OAA^N WAY. 51 Our Own Way. *A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.'* Prov. xvi. 9. TIME, passing time has answered me, As eloquent as mild ; ** Thou knowest not thy destiny, Thou darkened, wayward child. ** 'Tis by thy Father's hand unseen Thy ways are all prepared ; He has a vision deep and keen AVhich thou hast never shared. ** Thick darkness hovers o'er thy mind With an impervious gloom ; Thy future visions are as blind As though beyond the tomb. ** And yet dost thou pretend to guide With confidence thy feet. Assured thy steps will never slide Where death and terror meet ? ** And, art thou sure, thy plan pursued, However fair and bright. Experience never will intinide, To show, it was not right! 52 POEMS. ** Stay, thoughtless mortal, stay thy tread, Xor dare presume again To move thy foot till light is shed To mark thy pathway plain ! " Ask Heaven to give thee peace and truth, To Heaven resign thy care. Press on with ardor, fitting youth, To find acceptance there. Light from Heaven. I SUNK in the depths of despair. Overwhelming with anguish my soul, Till Jesus, the Master, appeared. And made the transgressor quite whole. The light and the glory that shone Came down from the regions above. And brought the assurance of faith, The manifest tokens of love. How boundless the joy of that hour When life with its blessings came down, And the heavens seemed clothed with a smile Instead of a threatenino: frown. *- A BEAUTEOUS SERAPH. A Beauteous Sekaph. A BEAUTEOUS seraph came from heaven, With pure and spotless wing, He spoke in mellow tones of joy, And thus began to sing : *' Glory shall be to God on high. His peace o'er earth extend ; The great Messiah's gracious reign Shall never, never end. ** Cut from the mountain without hands, The stone shall onward roll, Till the blest gospel's saving news Shall reach each needy soul. **And all the earth shall gladly crown The blest, immortal One, Who comes to seek, who comes to save, — God's well-beloved Son. ** The Wonderful, the Counselor, Shall reign through endless days, And eveiy nation, filled with joy, Break forth in rapturous praise." »¥•- 54: POEMS. The Eloquent Prayer. 'fpWAS an eloquent prayer, X Addressed to the pews ; Full of theology fine, Well sprinkled with news ; And God was the medium Preferred to convey Whatever the preacher Thought proper to say. So the narrative flowed, Through what was called prayer. But he ait- felt devotion Declined to be there ; Save, save us, O Jesus, From going astray ; When we lift up our hands. Professing to pray. The Light-house. ALIGHT-HOUSE, planted on a hill, Oft telJs a cheerful story. And drives the gloom of night away With brilliant rays of glory. • 5e A CALL TO BENEVOLENCE. 55 The mariner on ocean's wave Is warned against his danger, When drawing near the treacherous coast Of foreign strand, a stranger. There is a light on Zion's tower. To guide the lost and weary, When drifting o'er the waves of time. With prospects dark and dreary. The radiance of that glorious light Will smooth the roughest ocean, For death and sorrow bring us joy. And peace succeeds commotion. A Call to Benevolence. THE calls of poverty, Of sorrow, want, and pain, — Oh, never let them look to thee. And ask thy gifts in vain. What yet may be thy state On earth, thou dost not know. Ah ! it, like theirs, may be the fate Of bitterness and woe. -* 4*- 66 POEMS. But should thy future sky, Beam with prosperity, Oh, bid it light the tearful eye, That asks thy charity. And in the reckoning day, When worlds thy works shall see, Oh, then the righteous Judge shall say, ** IV ve done it unto me." Good Time Coming. THERE'S a good time coming, brothers, Meet, meet to sing and pray ; Prayer is the best employment, The best for night and day ; Cast out all fear, and now draw near. Our Jesus is the way. There's a good time coming, brothers, The Saviour is our friend, And His presence will be with us, Be with us to the end. Our sure support and sole resort Till grace and gloiy blend. ■i *i* GOOD TIME COMING. 57 There's a good time coming, brothers, Prayer lifts the heart on high ; Beyond eveiy stormy morning There is a bright blue sky ; And through each storm we see the form Of angels drawing nigh. There's a good time coming, brothers, Read, read the holy word ; It is the highest wisdom That man has ever heard ; Precept and song, streaming along, The Word is the Spirit's sword. There's a good time coming, brothers. The Blessed will forgive. While bowing at His gracious throne. His mercy bids us live ; How happy we will always be While Jesus comes to give. There^s a good time coming, brothers, We cast our care on Him ; Above the clouds smiles the broad sky With radiance never dim ; 'Mid storm and gale we shall prevail, We shall prevail through Him. •5*- 58 POEMS. To My Children. BE these the secrets of your life, To be yourselves content, And thankful to the Bountiful, Whose blessings have been lent, — To know how little you deserve Of all that you enjoy, To banish every cankering care That might your peace destroy, — To think the hills and vales your own, Because your Father's care Has formed them with His mighty hand And placed their grandeur there. Slight not the beauteous flowers that bloom With iragrant joy for all. To search for spiders and for snails Along the garden wall. Set not your minds on clouds that lower. But on the light that's shining. Beyond the storm-cloud of the sky, Behold the silver linino:. SHALL WOMAN SPEAK? 59 Shall Woman Speak? SHALL fair woman speak in public P Can man refuse to hear • The voice that taught him how to speak, And dried his early tear ? Shall fair woman speak in public ? Her sympathy and love Gives her a world, all, all her own. To charm, to melt, to move. S'jall fair womau speak in public ? She has a heart to feel, And eloquence drops from her tongue, To pierce like points of steel. Shall fair woman pray in public ? With wants she feels alone. Shall she be thrust aside by man, AVhile drawing near the throne? Shall fair woman preach in public ? Who dares to throw away Tliis mighty source of gi'ace and power, Li this auspicious day. ■*b 60 POEMS. Gay Attire. WHAT stands behind those gauzy clouds Of fashion and of froth ? Can any servant of the Lord Bring such great nonsense forth ? Can it show forth heaven's holy light Behind these screens of pride. And will it shine in bright array, With vanity inside ? What must a worldling think, to see A Christian thus attired, — A buttei-fly in human form. Waiting to be admired ? The saints of old were wiser far, And humble in their mien ; Their costume made their spirit known, Wherever they were seen. The garb that tells of pride and lust Had all been thrown aside, To follow Him, the heavenly One, Their pattern and their guide. THE POOR CHILD. 61 The Poor Child. POVERTY^S angel had stricken the child, Rags were her clothing, tattered and wild. Cold winds of winter were kissing her skin, Discomfort and death were lurking within. The morsel that kept her little blood waim. Was sought in the street, in sunshine or storm. Through dirt and distress her beauty still smiled, While angels of death were smiting the child. The messenger came in darkness of night. And took the poor child to regions of light. A breath of foul air, in passing along. Finished life's poem and ended its song. A victim of want, scarce five winters old, Details of story too sad to be told. Draw not on fancy for pictures of woe ; Truth is more striking than fancy's best glow. Her ashes are here, her spirit has fled. Now little Maiy, the beggar, is dead. For children of want, in thfe system of grace. Oh, think it not strange that heaven has a place. ■^ ^ 62 POEMS. God's thoughts are richer in bountiful worth, Than can be conceived by woims of the earth. God's mercy is great, great as the great sea, Boundless and glorious, effective and free. What word did she bear our Father on high ? Had we fed her here, or left her to die ? Oh, ye who enjoy the w^annth of your fire, Whose wish is a draft for all you desire, — Oh, think of the poor in hunger and cold, Send them in mercy a pittance of gold. The winds boldly whisper the death they may bear, Daughters of sorrow, deprived of your care. Let them not carry the story on high. You hardened your heart, and left them to die. By the Rivers of Babylon. HIGH hung the harps of Palestine, As o'er a living tomb ; The chords that used to vibrate joy, Were silent in the gloom. 4^ ^f EMPTINESS. 63 Captivity had bound her soul To shadows and decay ; Her ancient faith and trust in God Had passed in grief away. And thus she sat beside the stream, A sad and mournful thing, Forgetful of her former strength, And of her heavenly King. But Zion shall arise again, Her wrongs shall be redressed, And many sons shall crowd her gates, To be forever blest. EstPTnsT:ss. THERE are no thoughts within my brain, No motion in my will ; And yet these clumsy finger-joints Are kept in motion still. A\Tiy should my ink thus run to waste. When there's no thought to chain To this white sheet, spread out so fair, So free from every stain ? ^ 64 POEMS. 'Twere better far to take my rest, Until some startlino^ thino: Shall wake emotions in the mind, To plmne the muse's wing. The Miser Banker. I'VE had a great honor this morning. Talked with a millionaire. At the door of his ancient domain, While stealing a breath of cheap air. Ninety winters have pelted his brow. And thinned out his aged gray hair; He looked like the sage of some cave, Drawn forth to the mouth of his lair. His manners were gentle and kind, Ungarnished and plain was his mien, An old-fashioned bachelor man. But still rich enough for a queen. His bonds and his money, unwasted, Were laid up like snow, in a pile. Though his wardrobe would often appear In quantity mean as in style. ELSEWHERE. 65 Just then his shirt wanted a collar, And some few buttons beside ; Such troubles he wished to avoid, And every appearance of pride. ^Vliether he has been careful to pile The treasures that glow in the skies, Are matters this scribbler knows not, And he does not dare to surmise. Elsewhere. A SEARCH for happiness I made, Through mountain dells of deepest shade ; Soft echoes sadly met me there, And whispered out, ** Elsewhere, elsewhere." I wandered through the rounds of mirth, Where earthly forms of joy had birth ; But still I heard the echo there, In noisy shouts, *' Elsewhere, elsewhere." I floated on the stream of time. Through every region, every clime. And made my search with anxious care. But land and wave cried out, •* Elsewhere." 5 ^ C6 POEMS. To worldly wisdom I applied, — With haughty brow she turned aside, And with a sharp and scornful air, She shouted out, ** Elsewhere, elsewhere." I then appealed to hoards of gain, And heard from them, with deepest pain, In answer to my fervent prayer, The dismal sound, ** Elsewhere, elsewhere." And then I turned and questioned fame, She answered, with a blush of shame, ** I have no happiness to spare. Go make your search elsewhere, elsewhere." Then I communed with stations high. Their slow response came thundering by. Though boasting with a pompous air, They ended with, ** Elsewhere, elsewhere." I sought from industry the boon, — Most honestly it answered soon, *' Although I keep from many a snare,' The thing you seek is still elsewhere." At length I heard the gospel sound. In Christ the glorious boon was found ; I pressed it to my heart with care. And had no more to look elsewhere. *- THE SKY. 67 ** Elsewhere '' was then a needless word, Xew peace had come, new hopes were stirred, And in my Saviour I possessed The elements of joy and rest. The Sky. NO gorgeous hall compares with thee, Thou bright, blue sky above ; Thou beautiful immensity, Thou canopy of love ! Great kings have built their arches high, And spread their fame abroad ; But all the arches of the sky Are Thine, Almighty Lord. And all the wonders beaming there. At noon and eventide, But speak Thy presence, and declare Thy glory far and wide. Far as our mortal eyes can reach. Or towering thought conceive, Thy wisdom and thy power they teach, And force us to believe. C8 POEMS. Plymouth Rock. 'rriWAS on this memorable stone, X Our jDilgi'im fathers trod, When to these wilds they came alone, For conscience and for God. Here, kneeling on the frozen strand, In heartfelt, fervent prayer, They sought the succor of His hand, And found His presence there. How cold and wintry was the sky, How warm each pious breast ! They saw with a prophetic eye, God's kingdom in the west ! A state without an earthly king, A church from prelates free, Were household words, a powerful spring. That wove our destiny. To all their children they bequeathed These bases of reform, In which the very thoughts are wreathed, That keep our life-blood warm. And while this rocky emblem stands Firm in its resting-place, We pledge our hearts, we join our hands. To praise Almighty grace. THANKSGIVING — PRAY ALWAYS. 69 And every spire we raise aloft, Shall blazon on the sky, The glorious truths they taught so oft, Truths that can never die. Thanksgiving. THANKSGIVING to God, how boundless the theme ! The subject is wider than mortals can dream : The dew-drops of morning are few when compared With the showers of blessing in which we have shared. Our Shepherd is watching the fold of His care, And guarding their footsteps from evil and snare. The bliss of His presence still cheers them along. With the joys of salvation in volumes of song. Pray Always. OUR Saviour spake a parable To all of human kind ; Oh, hear the gracious words He spake, And bear them still in mind. He said men always ought to pray, And never, never faint ; A Father's ear will always hear. And answer their complaint. -►^ 70 POEMS. He'll hear when in the darkest hour They bow before His throne ; His succor will outrun their words, And make His mercy known. In Jesus' Name. OUR souls shall lift their prayer to God, Soon as our eyes awake ; Our plea at morning, as at night, Is still for Jesus' sake. No other merit can we boast, We make no other chiim. But the sole merit that we plead, Is Jesus' precious name. 'Tis by this door we enter in. And bow before the throne ; The energy that draws our heart, Is in this name alone. Prayer. PRAYER is the offering of the soul, In holy sacrifice ; The turning of the heart to God, Who dwells above the skies. ^ ■^ THE HOUR OF PRAYER. 71 Prayer, in the pressure of our need, Compels our souls to go To Ilim who keeps a full supply To banish every woe. Prayer is tlie exercise of faith ; Prayer prompts the needy soul To go to Christ, who has the power To make the sinner whole. Prayer leads us to the chamber, where The King is found alone ; And thence the faithful soul comes foilb With blessinfi^s from the throne. The Hour of Prayer. GO in the early morning, Before the sun has risen. And let your soul, expanding, Break through its earthly prison. Go in the noontide brightness. And let your wants be known ; Both day and night, the Merciful His watchful care has shown. Go when the evening curtains Are wrapped around the earth, And in the solemn stillness, Recount the Saviour's w^orth. ^ »J< POEMS. Go in the hours of midnight, When silence rules alone ; Go to the Seat of Mercy, And bow before God's throne. Go, ask the benediction Of Him who reigns on high. Blest with the hope of glory, — Hope that shall never die. Evening. THE evening sun begins to cast Long shadows on before ; To tell that day is gone at last. And all its toils are o'er. How calm the weary day departs, Without a sigh or groan ; And brings a solace to our hearts, Which evening gives alone! Oh, how refreshing is the air, Xow breathing from the hill. With blissful fragrance everpvhere. And music from the rill. The evening shades begin to cast Their shadows on before. To tell that day has gone at last. And all its toils are o'er. »i< EVENING PRAYER. 73 Evening Prayer. IX the sweet hour of evening prayer, Devotion's calm delight Should close the business of the day, And fit us for the night. God is the strength of our right arm, In Him we live and move ; The blessings which we here enjoy. Flow from His throne above. His ever gracious eye looks down, To guide, direct and keep The humble souls who trust in Him, Or waking or asleep. We cast ourselves on Him alone, And close our eyes in peace : Persuaded that the Lord is good, Whose mercies never cease. Thus in the hour of evening prayer. Devotion's calm delight Closes the business of the day, And fits us for the ni^ht. ^ 74 POEMS. Sabbath Morning. 'rriS a quiet Sabbath morning, JL Balm is floating on the air ; Chime these bells with cheerful warning, Come, ye needy ones, to prayer. With devotion's ardor swelling, Lift your heavy hearts above ; All your wants and sorrows telling To the Father, who is love. His kind ear will always listen To the saddest tale of woe ; He will make the darkness glisten, And the lights of gloiy glow. Come, my soul, this Sabbath morning, Though by sorrow^'s shade oppressed ; Take the kind and gentle warning, And enjoy the holy rest. Life. HOW slender is the gossamer, Which holds this life of ours. Like threads that sever at the touch Of zephyrs from the bowers. *i^ ■^^ LIFE HERE AND HEREAFTER. 75 Life is a vapor, passing off, A transient morning cloud, Wliose dew has wet the early grass, And beautified its shroud. Life is a fading flower of grass, Parched by the burning sun ; It gathers up the beautiful, And all its work is done. Life Here and Hereafter. OUR life is like a winter's day. Its hours are nearly past ; The afternoon is present now. And night is coming fast. The shadows lengthen on our path, The sun is hasting down, And evening puts the drapery on, And wears its starry crown. But there's a land beyond the west, Where brighter glories shine ; In that fair clime no darkness comes. Nor golden suns decline. ■^ 76 POEMS. And there is light and love and joy, All flowing on forever, The eveninor shades will brinor us there, Beyond the chilly river. We're near the glorious streets of gold, The pearly gates appear ; 'Tis afternoon already now, The brio^hter land is near. The Web of Life. O'ER every loom of human life, How swift the shuttle flies ! Each one must weave the warp and wool", And then lies down and dies. The smiling infant weaves a piece, The breadth of its own hand. And when its little task is done. Goes to the spirit-land. Some blooming youth is weaving on. With prospects clear and bright, When suddenly the w^oof is out, And all is dark as ni^rht. •f^ THE SHORT JOURNEY. 77 The pilgrim of a hundred years, Weaves long and checkered cloth, But weak and wasted, at the end, Is crushed before the moth. And others drive the shuttle on, With loads of pain and care, Just like a post-horse on the road. That runs with dash and dare. An eagle, of the fleetest kind, With pinions spread on high. Once tried to pass this shuttle gauge, But soon came down to die. So fall the great and haughty ones, Who make this world their trust. The victims of their fancied strength, They drop into the dust. The Short Journey. WHEX near the city of the dead, With solemn tread we fare. We think how few the steps may be To our apartments there. ■^ *h- 78 POEMS. In how few hours the dial-plate May point us to the earth, There we must lay this mortal by, Like ashes from the hearth. Our mother, in her kindliness, Opens her breast to all ; And we, her children, wait our turn, To hear the final call. It falls upon the ears of men, With echoes ever^'where ; Now summoning the aged here, And then the infant there. And so they come in countless throngs, Of every age and name ; Some, those who seek the world of light, Some from the lists of shame. And every soul that stands between These ocean-wide extremes, Must join the city of the dead. Despite their golden dreams. The Dead Infant. THIS beautiful blossom Is plucked from its stem ; The crown of the future Is robbed of its gem. •i* ■^J- DEATH. 79 Some angel, in passing, Hath borne it away From earth's cheerless regions To mansions of day. Though bitter the parting, Yet joylul the gain ; A cherub of glory, Our babe will remain. Death. WHEN death^s cold fingers come to play Around the stoutest hearts, Life gathers up its active feet. Then suddenly departs. It leaves the senseless ashes, cold, To moulder in the gi-are ; Earth has no balsam to restore. No energy to save. And so we pass, with every day. Like chafif before the wind ; Prepared or unprepared, we go, And leave all thin^^s behind. *it 1^ 80 POEMS. My soul, ah ! whither wilt thou flee? To Him who dwells on high ? Or to those dismal depths of woe, WTiere death will never die ? In Memoriam J. S. O. AS sinks the weary summer sun Behind the golden west, So passed our sainted one away, When he was called to rest. Not in the dark and sullen gloom That hovers round the night. But in the ray where glories bloom, Refulgent with delight, — Beyond the curtains of the night. Where radiant beauties glow, Along celestial streams of bliss. Which shall forever flow. He saw bright haloes o^er his head, And holy angels there. With willing heart and ready wing, Soon took him to their care. Oh, with what holy ecstacy This faithful pilgrim trod Over the waves of Jordan^s stream, To the bosom of his God. ^ ■^ THE DYING CHRISTIAN. 81 The Dying Christian. HIS faith was strong at eventide, Almost like vision, clear ; And love, like music in the soul, Cast out each doubt and fear. Strength from on high sustained his heart With energy unknown. Earth faded from his sight, but heaven Around his spirit shone. The chariot that Elijah rode Came through the parting sky, And angel messengers drew near To bear his soul on high. Celestial light was round him poured, He heard the angels sing ; And faith, impatient of delay. Spread out its buoyant wing. Thus, rising from this narrow sphere, He bade the world adieu. Exclaiming, with a loving heart. •• The God of Love is true." 6 ^^ 82 POEMS. There seraphim in perfect bliss Wait at the shining shore, To gather saints in Jesus' fold, Safe, safe forevermore. The Christian in Death. HOW like an alabaster cast The happy Christian lay, When death had in a moment past And kissed his soul away. A group of smiling angels fanned His weaiT frame to rest, And music from their joyful band Thrilled through his fainting breast. Was such an emblem ever seen Of innocence and love A halo shining from his mien Like the bright things above ? Thus Moses from the mount of God With shining visage came. For he on holy ground had trod, And glory filled his frame. ^ ■* SHALL WE MEET? — BEAUTIFUL CITY. 83 Above we know our brother dwells. Freed from this house of clay, Seraphic joy his bosom swells, In never ending day. Shall wb Meet Beyond the River? SHALL we meet beyond the river. The beautiful river of God ; Where eternal life and glory Forever are flowing abroad. In ciystal streams Beyond our dreams From the pure fountains of tlie Lord ? Beautiful City. BEAUTIFLT. CITY! beautiful city ! Where angels sing, — Beautiful city ! beautiful city ! Where God is King. Beautiful city ! beautiful city! With streets of gold ; Beautiful city ! beautiful city ! Of wealth untold. ^ 84: POEMS. Beautiful city ! beautiful city ! Where all are blest ; Beautiful city ! beautiful city Of endless rest. Beautiful city ! beautiful city Life's bright river, Beautiful city ! beautiful city Flows forever. Beautiful city ! beautiful city Where life is v^^on. Beautiful city ! beautiful city God is her Sun. Beautiful city ! beautiful city Ko frightful snare, Beautiful city ! beautiful city Nor death is there. Beautiful city ! beautiful city Where all is light, Beautiful city ! beautiful city Without a night. **It is Ours." IT is ours, it is ours ; The glorious hope of life Outspreads heaven's palaces afar Beyond the realms of strife. THE RESURRECTION. 85 Yes, the time is surely coming, And we shall enter in The land of Beulah and of joy, Beyond the reach of sin. It is ours, it is ours. Ye moments, pass away, And bring us to the pearly gates Of everlasting day. It is ours, it is ours, The city paved with gold ; And crowns of life are waiting there With treasures yet untold. The Resurrection. — An Argument. WHY is it thought incredibly That God should raise the dead,- The God that made the universe. Creation's sovereign Head ? All the infinities are His, His eye all substance sees ; The wondrous working of His will. Each atom moves to please. ->:;< ^ — _ . ^ 86 POEMS. From ocean's limitless expanse The viewless vapors rise, Kissed in the glowing light of day. And mingle with the skies. And what are we but vapors too, That vanish swift away, And, like the vapors of the clouds, Return some other day ? Change after change has been the law Of all created things ; Change, the old key-note of the earth. O'er all its surface rings. Perchance a single grain of corn Drops in the earth, and dies. But from its wasting and decay, A thousand grains arise. Whence do they come ? The curious mind, The anxious heart will say. They come from God, — the source of life, Whose glory they display. There is a resurrection force, Which every spring unfolds ; And shows the mighty power of Him Whose hand all things upholds. 4 MY COUNTRY. 87 My Country. *'1lfY country, 'tis of thee," I sing, ilL Columbians verdant plains. And all her hills of liberty, Where peace and plenty reigns ; — The land that God declares His own By His abundant care, And showers the bounties of His love On harvests growing there. The wide spread land has wealth in store For those who turn her soil ; And gold, out-cropping from her hills, Repays the miner's toil. Her coal-fields lie extended wide. Locked in the mountains strong, A mighty magazine of power, — Enough for ages long. Her iron forges blow their blasts Of reveliy and joy ; And vales are musical with men, Glad in their stem employ. Her churches lift their spires on high. On hill-side and on plain. Telling the world the glorious truth, That godliness is gain. ^ -^:4 *- POEMS. The tread of genius o'er her soil Excites a joyous song; The sons of industry and toil Are stalwart, bold and strong. Earth's oceans wash her several coasts. And dash against her shore, Where all the ships that skim the seas Might vide forevermore. Her mountain peaks that kiss the sky, And prairies spreading wide. With forests wave or yellow grain, In autmiin's joyous pride. Magnificence exhausts itself In her great w^aterfalls. And glory from the eastern sky. To western glory calls. Our eagle spreads his mighty wings. And hails the rising sun, And shrieks, in his peculiar tone, ** This land shall all be one." Then, turning with a dreadful scowl. Repeats the tone again, Till north, and south, and east, and west, Return a loud '* Amen." -^5 ON visixrNG franklin's grave. 89 Her Sunday-schools have rung their bell And called the children in, To hear of victories of love, Saving from death and sin. Her mission-ships have sailed abroad To every distant strand, Freighted with words of endless life. By Jesus' blest command. The music of this noble land Shall lift its voice to God ; And spread the glory of His name Through all the earth abroad. On Visiting Franklin's Grave. MANY have passed away, A traceless cloud. But thou hast marked thy day With actions proud. Death has not silenced thee. But, speaking still. The bosoms of the free Shall feel thy will. *h- 00 POEMS. A monarchy of mind, Swaying our powers, Proudly our pulses feel, Franklin is ours. Sage of the sainted past, Though in the ground. Thy teachings long shall last, With wisdom crowned. Philosophy and truth . Thine only aim. Exemplar of our youth, We hail thy name. Wherever liberty Makes itself heard, Thy name will ever be A household word. The Land of Liberty. HAIL ! blest land of liberty, Where the truth is flowing free, And each happy child may be Nursed and trained in love. THE LAND OF LIBERTY. 91 God has filled the land with sprmgs, Corn and fruit and goodly things, Hill and vale and mountain rings Thrilling notes of praise. Chorus. Sound the trump of liberty, Ma}' the Lord of glory be The defender of the free. With His mighty arm. All men were endowed by Thee, With estates of liberty ; None can ever alien be In God's commonwealth — With these glorious ti'uths, unfurled, Floats our banner to the world ; Shafts of justice will be hurled, To maintain it there. Sound the trump, &c. Our old flag, and all our land, — Here we take our final stand, With the good old hero band ; Live or perish here. Freedom's altar, nobly gi-aced, — Lives and fortunes to the last. On its sacred hearth we cast, As our sacrifice. Sound tlie trump, &c. ^ •f- -►< 92 POEMS. Let our flag, Lord, wave on high, Stripes and stars on Thy blue sky, Till time trembles and shall die, — Emblem of the free. Night and day, throughout each year, Be our shield from every snare. Watch us with a shepherd's care, Lest we stray from Thee. Sound the trump, &c. Freedom's Call. COME, come, ye freemen of the North, Your country calls you now ; From every hamlet sally forth. Leave anvil, axe and plough. Now sterner duties are required, Gird, gird your armor on ; For liberty each heart is fired. Till victory is won. Slavery— 1862. THE Lord %vill smite thee. Slavery, With His right hand of power ; His poor will pass the great Red Sea At the appointed hour. SLAVERY BEFORE THE WAR. 93 Then all thy might}' lords shall be With Pharaoh and his host, Beneath the deep, the great, deep sea, Forever, ever lost. The jubilee of earth has come. And songs triumphant rise ; And joy shall fill each humble home With chants of paradise. The Demands of Slavery Before the Wab, YES, ye demand that vre should smile On this great scourge of men ; And that your slaves should, for the while, Be planted on each glen — From the Atlantic's stormy coast To the Pacific's plain ; And from the verge of Oregon, Down to the Spanish Main, — That every Island of the sea Our future may obtain, Shall never hail for libeity. And Freedom's joyful reign, — •* *h- 94 POEMS. That Bunker-hill be set apart, With all New Englancrs soul, To be the negro-driver's mart. To call his chattel-roll. And ye demand that we should sing Continual songs of praise, For blessings hatched 'neath slavery's wing, For a benighted race. Slave institutions, — they must shine, While Freedom hides her face. And we must own, 'mid light divine. That Slavery is gi-ace. Perhaps we may,-^ but not just now, — We've something else to do ; We]ll grasp the hammer and the plough. Or grasp the sword for you. The Edict of Freedom by President Lincoln. FROM cold streams of Eastport To warm Rio Grande, There flieth an edict All over the land ; THE EDICT OF FREEDOM. 95 From the roaring Atlantic To the great western sea, The thunder is rolling — ** The people are free." The trees of the forest Are clapping their hands, And shouting the echo Of joy to all lands. Old Moloch has fallen ! And Freedom remains To buiy the monster And tread out his stains. Now millions are joining The jubilant song, And starting the chorus The ages prolong ; Injustice has vanished. And truth shall proclaim The national glor}-. And honor her name. li^. -^ 96 POEMS. The Martyrs of Freedom. GOD strengthened them to strike, and breat The chains of slavery ; And bade four millions, bom in thrall, Step forward and be free. And now while freedom fills the air. And smiles upon the soil, The ploughman's song and woman's praise Rehearse their valiant toil. And all who play the statesman's part And speak the nation's voice, With joy recount their glorious deeds, Do homage, and rejoice. The ages, as they roll along. Shall still preserve their fame. And flowers immortal form the wreath Of every patriot's name. Decoration Day. WE come to scatter fragrant flowers On every soldier's grave ; Their dust and memory is ours, — They died the land to save. ■4 -* DECORATION DAT. 97 Fame spreads her glories round each oame, — They bled for truth and peace ; Freedom shall keep her hallowed flame, Their honors to increase. We come to tell the mournful tale Of heroes who have gone ; And strew this green sepulchral vale With laurels they have won. And here we scatter fragrant flowers On every martyr's grave ; Their honor and their dust is our?, They died the land to save. -^ ■*/:* HYMisrs. God IX All Thdsgs. YES, all things speak of God ; The rolling wheels of time But mark the instants in His years With indexes sublime. The brilliant orbs that light This else dark world of ours. Are sparks of glory from His ihrone. And show His wondrous power. And every verdant leaf That smiles upon the earth Is but the handiwork of Him Who gave to all things birth. All nature strives in vain To guage His mighty power ; God is eternity itself, And time is but an hour. 101 ^k 102 HYMNS. God from Eternity. FEOM everlasting Thou art God, Thou self-existent One ; The universe of worlds declares What Thy right arm hath done. To everlasting Thou art God, O'er Thee no change can come ; Eternity will roll its round, And heaven still be Thy home. The mountains and the plains are thine, The oceans and the air ; And Thy beneficence is found Descending evei-ywhere. Myriads of angels wait Thy word, And worship at Thy throne ; They fly, obedient to Thy will. And make thy wisdom known. Can dust and ashes raise its prayer To Him who dwells on high ? And will the holy and the just Stoop down to hear its cry ? ■* m'MNS. 103 With lips unclean we come to seek The grace in Jesus' blood ; And ask the cleansing of our souls Through that atoning flood. Still, He's the everlasting God, The great I am, alone ; He took a servant's humble place, And suffered to atone. The Unchangeable. WHO is that glorious Being? — who?- Etemal in His range, The fountain of whose sympathy Has never known a change ? 'Tis He to whom the morning stars First raised creation's song ; And He to whom the angels sang, O'er Bethlehem's shepherd throng. 'Tis He who came from Bozrah's vale. And trod the press alone. With crimson o'er His garments shed, AMio suffered to atone. i 104 HYMXS. To Him the everlasting gates, Joyful, flew open wide ; When from the bonds of death released, He sought his Father's side. Then immortality shone forth. As brilliant as the sun ; And all the realms of darkness owned Redemption's work was done. 'Twas Jesus, the redeeming Lord, Divine and firm and true. In Him there's nothing growing old. And nothing can be new. The same exhaustless power and gi-ace His liberal hand bestows. The fountain of celestial love Forever overflows. No coming ages ever can Draw this great ocean down, While Jesus sits enthroned on high, And wears the glorious crown. The same to-day as yesterday, And evermore the same. All power and righteousness are His, And centre in His name. ^ ■•i^ HYMNS. 105 The universe shall sing the song Of glory and renown, To Him who sits upon the throne, And wears the heavenly crown. God Everywhere. IF we the wings of morning take, And fly through boundless space. We should behold Thy goodness still, And all Thy wonders trace. There is no height, no depth profound, "Where w^e can hide from Thee ; The darkness and the light are one, — Ah, whither can we flee? Thine eye would see us in the deep, Would follow us on high ; From Thee we cannot flee, O God, Thou art forever ni^h. God Seen in His Works. GOD is the great omnipotent, Whose presence fills all space ; And His Almighty arm of power Is seen in every place. ■V -^ 106 HYMNS. He set His signet on the sky When all the stars were made ; . This clock-work of the universe His glory has displayed. And earth, the minor satellite, On which our footsteps tread, Receives the rays of light divine From Him, the living Head. The ocean with its mighty waves, AVhen dashing on the shore, But thunders out His wondrous praise Who lives forevermore. Let all that have from Him their breath Join with the sacred throng, To praise the great Omnipotent In everlastino^ sono;. The Fountain of all Good. GOD is the Fountain of all good From which we seek supplies ; And every blessing we receive Comes from the Only Wise. HYMNS. 107 'Tis God who meets our every need, To Ilim the ravens cry, And all who come to Ilim in faith Will fmd His favor nigh. God listens to the humble poor, And makes His mercy known To such as supplicate His grace And bow before His throne. The Great Rock. MY soul shall love the Lord, And blessed be His name ; His mercy has retrieved my life From sorrow, sin and shame. My soul shall love the Lord, — The Rock on which I stand Defies the dashing waves of time, Immovable and grand. My soul shall love the Lord, Each fleeting hour shall bring Me nearer to His home of love, And Christ, my only King. ^ 108 HYMNS. God a Healer. OH, thou mourner in Zion, Let faith tune thy voice ; In the God of salvation 'Tis well to rejoice. For His arm is Almighty, His mercy is nigh, With an ear to consider The breath of a sigh. With the rich bahu of Gilead, He healeth the soul, And the blood of redemption Will render us whole. Oh, thou mourner in Zion, Let faith tune thy voice, In the God of salvation 'Tis well to rejoice. The Good Foundation. GOD is the Rock on which I stand, - The tower of my defense Is far above the reach of sin, Of passion and of sense. *- '^!^ HYMNS. 109 No archery of this lower world, Can e^er dislodge my soul, While He commands the citadel, With His Divine control. Protected by His power and grace, My safety is complete ; My thoughts ascend in yearning love, Before His mercy seat. And thence the streams of meroy flow, In bountiful supply, From the resources of my God, '\IMio sits enthroned on high. My faith j)erceives His battlements. Up reaching, firm and strong, With the sentinels of glory round, Triumphant in their song. God a Protector. TAKE us beneath Thy tender care. Thou Prince of life divine ; Thou covert from the angry storm, Oh, make us wholly Thine. * 110 HYMNS. Beneath the shadow of Thy wings, True peace and safety dwells ; And in the promise of Thy word, Each hope immortal swells. On Thee my hopes of life are fixed, In Thee my rest is found ; Like anchors cast within the vail, On firm and solid ground. The God of everlasting love. Has every promise framed ; The fainting soul that trusts in Him, Shall never be ashamed. God my Salvation. &0D is my salvation, I will not be afraid ; The Lord Jehovah is my strength, My counselor, my aid. God is my salvation, Twas His Almighty hand, Me from my lost condition turned, To seek the heavenly land. ^ ^ * HYMNS. Ill God is my salvation, On Him alone I lean, To wash the stains of guilt away, And make me pure and clean. God is my salvation, In every threatening hour, My soul shall east itself on Him, And trust His boundless power. God is my salvation. On Him my soul relies, To save it from eternal death, And brino: it to the skies. God Reconciled. THIXE anger. Lord, has passed away. And comfort from on high Has soothed this broken heart of mine, And brought salvation nigh. Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue In an out-flowing song. Glowing with confidence in Him Whose arm alone is strong:. -^ 112 HYMNS. Ko dread shall e'er disturb my soul, For God, my strength, is near ; He who has cast his soul on Him Should never yield to fear. God the Soul's Refuge. THE eternal God thy refuge is, His shield he throws around The places where His people dwell, And makes them holy ground. • The sacred shadow of His wing Their panoply shall be, A refuge from each coming storm, To all eternity. His everlasting arms shall be Beneath his suffering saints. His gracious hands shall open wide To answer their complaints. Their meat and drink shall be made sure, Early and latter rain Shall fall upon their heritage, And never fall in vain. ^h- ->.y HYMNS. 113 The eternal God thy refuge is. He folds His arms around The places where His people dwell, And makes them holy giound. Imploring God's Protection. OTHOU, our heavenly Father, hear The voice of humble prayer ; And take us, in our feebleness, In Thy protecting care. Beneath the shadow of Thy wings, Oh, may our souls abide. And through the fearful storms of life Within thy covert hide. So shall the storms of earth pass by. And harmless ever be. And every tempest, every blast Shall diive our souls to Thee, — To Thee, the source of every joy. The fountain of our love. The antidote to each distress. Out-flowing from above. 8 114 HYMNS. Help in God only. OTHOU that hearest prayer. Come, listen to our cry. And lift us from the gates of death, Or we must faint and die. Thy mercy is supreme, . Thy goodness has no bound ; We are the creatures of Thy power, In Thee our help is found. We have no plea to make Of merit of our own ; We pray alone for Jesus' sake. While bowing at Thy throne. O Thou that hearest prayer. Come, listen to our cry ; And lift us from the gates of death. Or we must faint and die. Man Frail, but God Almighty. OTHOU great Arbiter on high, To whom all things are known. The nations are but dust to Thee, And ashes at Thy throne ; ^- ■* HYMXS. 115 A potter's vessel in Thy hand Is dashed against a stone ; And moths are crushed beneath the tread Of Him who reigns alone. Oh, help us, feeble suppliants, now Thy mercy to implore, And grant that wo may humbly come To worship and adore The Fountain of eternal love, Both now and evermore. Whose gracious power first gave us breath, 'Whose mercy can restore. Oh, may it be our highest aim To have that mercy ours. To cleanse our blindness and our guilt. And renovate our powers ; So shall we feel the righteousness Which falls in heavenly showers, And songs of gratitude shall sound From Zion's lofty towers. ' Universal Praise. MUSIC should tune its every note To the Creator's praise ; And all the universe of song Its sounds of glory raise. ^ 116 HYMNS. The birds on every verdant bough, And harps with golden strings, But echo forth the silent joy That dwells in muter things. The sun which sheds his rays abroad. And every twinkling star, Proclaims the wonders of His love, — How great His glories are. Creation joins with one accord To show what God hath done ; And heavenly music ushered forth His well beloved Son. Star of Bethlehem. HAIL, hail, the ever glorious Star, The Star of Bethlehem; Well might the heavens astonished stand. He came not to condemn. Hail, hail, the Saviour from on high. The child of Bethlehem ; The crowns of all the earth are His, And heaven's bright diadem. ^ -^i* HYMNS. 117 Hail, hail, the rays of holy light That shine from Bethlehem ; Mercy and truth and love unite, In this fair, glorious gem. Hail, hail, the bright, the morning star, The Star of Bethlehem ; With eastern sages join your songs, — He was adored by them. Hail, hail, with incense, gold, and myrrh, The Star of Bethlehem ; Bring all the homage of your heart-, And worship in His name. Christ's Humiliation. THOUGH universal wealth was His, In poverty He trod ; And took on Him the servant's form. To bring us near to God. He suffered scorn on this our earth. He came to bleed and die. That sinners of the vilest name Might live, and dwell on high. ^ ^ 118 HYMNS. Twas through His sacrifice and blood That our redemption came ; And glory shines on this dark world, Through our Redeemer's name. Though universal wealth was His, In poverty He trod ; And took on Him the servant's form, To brino^ us home to God. The Light of the World. OH, lend a listening ear. Thou merciful on high. When dust and ashes come to Thee, Through Jesus drawing nigh. Remove the darkness from These blinded eyes of ours ; And make the dews of heavenly grace Refresh our fainting powers. May Jesus' dying love Fill all our souls with light ; And Bethlehem's Star rise on our souls. In all His saving might. HYSINS. 119 The Bread of Life. I AM the bread of life, On Me my people live ; The hope of everlasting joy My blood alone can give. Thou art the bread of life, On Thee oar souls depend ; In Thee our expectations rise. In Thee our wishes end. I am the bread of life. On Me my people feed ; The Shepherd of their blessedness Supplies their every need. I am the bread of life. The fountain-head of joy, To Me the thirsty soul may come, Nor fear, nor doubt annoy. Christ the Foundation. IN the realms of consolation. Where the ti'uth of God is known, Jesus is the great foundation, Jesus is the comer stone. ■4< ^ 120 HYMNS. On this rock the building, resting, Bids defiance to ail time, ^Mid the tempest's fiercest raging. Standing in the Light sublime. Ho ! ye weary and desponding, Here i^ refuge, here is rest; Come and enter this blest refuge. Come and enter, and be blest. Here the breath of consolation, Coming from the realms above, Brings, in largest store, God's blessings, Brings the gifts of heavenly love. Cheist the Only Foundation. WE come to put our ti'ust in Thee, The great foundation stone, Tis on this living Rock we rest, 'Tis here we rest alone. There is no other refuge found Beneath the heavenly dome. To which the guilty soul can come. And find it has a home. •i* ■^ HYMNS. 121 Firm on this rock our Zion stands, The glory of all time. Millions have hailed this Rock, — the joy Of every age and clime. We come to put our trust in Thee, The great foundation stone, 'TIS on this living Rock we rest. And here we rest alone. The True Refuge. GO, spread thy wants before the Lord, Thou heavy-laden soul ; 'Tis Jesus only has the power To make the wounded whole. His hands can reach the lowest depths. The depths of thy distress ; And from the wretched damps of death He can redeem, and bless. ^Tis His to raise the fallen souls. That mourn in dark despair ; And fill their mouths with joyous songs Of gratitude and prayer. 122 HYMNS. Take courage, then, and go to Ilim, Whose mercy is so vast ; He never turns away the poor, But helps them to the last. A Tower of Strength. OUR Jesus is the tower of strength To which His people flee ; WeVe no defense below the skies, Except, O Lord, in Thee. Our Jesus is the tower of strength On which we must depend ; We gloiy in a fadeless hope In Him, our only Friend. Our Jesus is the tower of strength. The only solid rock, On which salvation's work is built. Beyond earth's every shock. Our Jesus is the tower of strength To all who trust His grace ; And they whose refuge is His name, Have reached a heavenly place. ^ — —4t HYMNS. 123 Christ a Rock. CHRIST is the great, majestic Rock On which our hope must stand ; Here hope may build its tower secure ,- All else is drifting sand. This grand foundation will not move, Though earth and stars decay ; The joy of everlasting life Shall never pass away. The God who laid this corner stone, And framed all meaner things, He is Himself the great I AM, The only King of kings. The Rock of Ages. OLORD, forbid that we should rest On any other thing, Than on the Rock of Ages, found In Jesus Christ, our King. In Him alone we are secure, Tis there our souls must hide Beneath the shadow of His wings, Cleansed by His crimson tide. 124 HYMNS. On this foundation, broad and strong, For ever to remain, We place our glory and our hope, Not to be changed again. O Lord, forbid that we should rest On any other thing, Than on the righteousness of Him, Our Saviour and our Kinp:, Jesus the Source of Light. JESUS, Thou great source of light. To Thee alone we flee. And from each danger, fear and strife, We hide ourselves in Thee. Beneath the shadow of thy wings, Our willing souls would stay ; For every hope of safety springs From Thee, lifers only way. Oh, lift our souls from tliis dark earth, On wings of heavenly love, And bring us, through the higher birth. To see Thy face above. ^ * HYMNS. 125 Jesus our Sun. OUE Jesus is the central sun, Where all heaven's glories meet, Through 11 im the heavenly throne above Becomes the mercy-seat. The dayspring to refresh our souls. Shines from His lovely face ; And all the blessings we receive, Are outgrowths of His grace. To Him we bring our downcast souls, And sorrows pass away. And clouds of night by Him are changed To pure and perfect day. This Jesus is our central sun. Where all heaven's glories meet. Through Him the heavenly throne above Becomes the mercv-seat. Christ Mighty to Save. MIGHTY to save ! the precious news First issued from the sky ; And all the angels joyful sang, Glorv to God on hijirh. ^ 126 HYMNS. Mighty to save ! the wondrous work For which our Saviour came, Proclaims a joj^ throughout the earth, In His beloved name. Mighty to save ! such words of grace New life, new joy, impart ; Bringing the cheering balm of hope To every bleeding heart. Mighty to save from pending death. And an eternal curse ; With all the themes of peace and joy Forever to rehearse. Mighty to save ! Oh, wondrous grace ! By Thee the work is done ; We live, we live, for Jesus died, God's well beloved Son. Mighty to save ! 'tis Christ alone, Who can exert such power To turn the tides of death away. To light despair's dark hour. Mighty to save ! how blest the hour When on His name we call. And with a trembling joy declare, Christ is our all in all. •i* HYMNS. 127 Might}' to save ! He leads us on The straight and narrow way, 'Till we behold the glorious light Of everlastmg day. Christ All and in All. CHRIST is the only comer stone, In which our souls can trust ; We rest on Him, on Him alone, All other hopes are dust. Christ is the germ of every hope That rises in our hearts, 'Tis His salvation gives us light, And heavenly joy imparts. Christ is the life in which we move. The star that guides our way. He leads us throuo^h the realms of niofht. To scenes of endless day. Christ is our joy, He gives us peace. All glorious and divine ; He scatters all our night of gloom ; Lord, on thy people shine. •5^ 128 HYMNS. Speaking Peace. JESUS, Master, let me hear The sweet, inviting voice, Which banished all my guilty fears, And made my heart rejoice. When words from God's beloved Son, Broke silence to my soul, *'Be of good cheer, despairing one, My grace can make thee whole," — Each latent nerve was thrilled to life. While tremblingly I heard ; And, 'mid the dark, conllicting strife, ** Forgiveness," was the w^ord. That swept the tempests from my sky. And made my soul rejoice, As faith took hold of Him who spoke With kind, inviting voice. Peace in Jesus. GOD'S mercy, as with balmy wing. Came down and healed my soul ; It drove my dark despair away. And made my spirit whole. *x*- HYMNS. 129 I sat me down at Jesus' feet, And found a quiet place, AVliere joy and glory ovei-flowed. From fountains of His grace. My tongue sang loud of heavenly love, I found my joys increase. As Jesus whispered to my soul, *' I give to you my peace." The boundless treasure filled my heart AVith visions of delight, Till paths of duty and of life Glowed with celestial lis^ht. Peace in Jesus. BENEATH the shadow of His wings. Where safety still abides, My soul with comfort sits and sings, And with assurance hides. The storms of earth, in passing by. Cannot disturb my soul. While rays of glory from on high. Exert a sweet control. 9 ■* *- 130 HYMNS. The echoes of perpetual joy Hing through this happy shade ; And nothing can that peace destroy, AVhich Jesus' love has naade. Beneath the shadow of His wings, My faith and hope abide ; I seek the bliss of heavenly things. Whatever may betide. '*Fear not, Little Flock.'' OH, fear not then, ye little ones, Ye have a Father's care, Whose love has watched o'er all your paths. And numbered every hair. Two sparrows but a farthing bring, And yet they never fall Without the knowledge and consent Of Him who rules o'er all. Shall sparrows small, those minor things. Receive more care than they For whom the heavenly homes were built In everlasting day ? HYMNS. 131 For them the Saviour came to earth, And ofTered sacrifice, To wash away the guilt of sin, And bring them to the skies. The lapse of ages cannot change The purpose of His grace ; And Jesus ever, ever holds His saints in His embrace. Resting in Jesus. HAIL to our dear Redeemer's name. To us 'tis life and health ; The wonders of His sovereign grace Bring comfort, joy and wealth ; — A wealth that overflows the heart, That drives the night away, AVhile glory breaks, in blissful rays. From everlasting day. O Thou, our Saviour, great and strong, Our willing souls would rest, From all the burdens of their toil. Upon Thy gracious breast ; 132 HYMNS. Cleansed by the healing of that flood Which purifies the soul, And rescued from the guilt of sin, By Him who makes us whole. Christ a Redeemer. GIVE me that sacred stream that flows. To cleanse me from my guilty woes, And sheds abroad the sweet repose That comes from my Kedeemer. Give me the hope that soars above, To fields of glory and of love, And all the joys that join to prove The grace of my Reedeemer. Give me the faith that takes firm hold Of all that Christ, my Lord, has told, In promises worth more than gold. From Him, my dear Redeemer. Excellence of Christ. THERE is an excellence in Chn-:, Whose hand is strong to save ; Whose mercy offers endless joy In realms beyond the grave. HYMNS. 133 There is an excellence in Christ, Our shield and our defense, The Rock on which our souls must rest, And draw their blessings thence. There is an excellence in Christ, From Ilim we ask our bread, And living waters come from Him, Our great, exalted Head. There is an excellence in Christ, On which we must depend. To cleanse us from our guilt and sin. And keep us till the end. Mt Saviour. JESUS, my Saviour, The first and the last, The hope of the future. The joy of the past, — Jesus, my Saviour, In deepest of gi'ief, 1 turn to Thy mercy. And find sweet relief. -^4 134 HYMNS. O Jesus, Thy brightness Supplies me with light ; When cast down and feeble, Then Thou art my might. The Blood of Jesus. BEHOLD the stream of love divine. That flows from Jesus' side ; Ye sinners, bow before the cross, And see the crimson tide. It washes out the deepest stain That sin has ever known. And gives the soul a confidence. To bow before the throne. This boundless mercy ever runs In one unfailing flow. To cleanse away the guilt of sin, The cause of all our woe. Behold the stream of love divine. That flows from Jesus' side ; Ye sinners, bow before the cross, And see the crimson tide. HYMNS. 135 Saved by Jesus Christ. WHEN rushing down the dreadful steep, That terminates in death, Jesus restored my guilty soul. And gave me life and breath. Oh, what transporting joys I felt, When, with a voice divine. He said, *' Thy sins are all forgiven, And I myself am Thine." Thou gi'acious Saviour of my soul. Be still forever near, To shield me from the wiles of sin. And I shall never fear. But leaning firmly on Thine arm, Till ends this mortal strife, ril wait the bidding of my Lord, To enter into life. A Divine Saviour. OTHOU celestial Saviour, Friend, Thy mercies ever shine ; And every gleam of goodness here Declares Thou art divine. ■* 136 HYMNS. O Thou celestial Saviour, Friend, Mere ashes though we be, Our sacrifice of grateful song Is due alone to Thee. Safe ix Jesus. WHEN tossed by the billows of life Upon the rough surges of grief, We are sure to overcome in the strife. Through Jesus, our Saviour and Chief. The tempests that roar, the fierce wave. The flashes of liglitning that glare, Might drive us to death and the gi'ave, — But Jesus, the Master, is there. The sea becomes placid and still. When the smile of ilis mercy appears ; We gladly submit to Ilis will. And banish the whole of our fears. Jesus the Gkeat Redeemer. JESUS is the great Redeemer, Jesus is the mighty Lord ; Round His head what glories cluster, With an ever blest accord. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. HYMXS. 137 Over evei-y vale and mountain Sound the glories of His fame ; Let the isles and oceans mingle, Singing *' Glory to Ilis name," Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hail the wonders of salvation, Let His praises fly abroad ; Jesus is the great Redeemer, Jesus is the mighty Lord, — Hallelujah, Hallelujah. The Saceed Mountain. ON Calvary's sacred mountain The Cross in glory stands, — The beacon-light of mercy To near and distant lands. 'Twas there the great atonement Was offered up on high ; When Jesus, the Redeemer, Was raised, to bleed and die. Tis from the cross of Jesus That our forgiveness flows, To heal the broken-hearted. And cleanse their deadly woes. ->;;« 138 HYMNS. Calvary. OTHOU on Calvary's height, In suffering most supreme, We hail Thee, Son of God, with power Thy people to redeem. Extended on the cross. For them Thou didst atone ; And they receive the gift of life From Thee, and Thee alone. We hear the dying cry From Thee, — the God we love ; It breaks our hearts, it makes us rise To seek the things above. Led Captivity Captive. CAPTIVITY is captive now, *'The stone is rolled away," And all the gloom of darkness flees Before the light of day. Captivity is captive now. The empty tomb declares. The all atoning Son of God Has broken Satan's snares. 4* HYMNS. 139 Captivity is captive now, Since Jesus Christ arose, Triumphant in His victory O'er all His conquered foes. Captivity is captive now. Go, spread the glorious news ; Come, all ye needy sons of earth, His grace no more refuse. Captivity is captive now, God's freedom is proclaimed, And gracious acts of mercy flow Wherever Christ is named. The Theme of Glory. ON the towering heights of glory. The saints and angels sing ; Christ the centre of their story, Christ, the great, immortal King. All the angel hosts adore Thee, With songs of worship sweet ; As the only theme of glory. Always bowing at Thy feet. •^ 140 HYMNS. Ere the hills were old and hoary, Lifting up their heads sublime, Jesus was the theme of glory, In the early dawn of time. And though earth be red and gory. Though mortal hopes may fail, Jesus is the theme of glory, Hail Him, ye despairing, hail. Let all men bow before Thee, Shouting glory be to God, For the blessed path to glory. Which the gracious Jesus trod. For Jesus' Sake. **"I10R Jesus' sake," the key note is, J; Of those who plead with Heaven ; To this great plea, of matchless worth. An audience will be given. •* For Jesus' sake," the sinner cries. Wash out my guilty stain ; And lead me in the path of joy, — To find immortal gain. -* HYMNS. 141 *' For Jesus' sake," the saint replies, Thy favor I entreat ; No other plea can I put forth, Before the mercy seat. ** For Jesus' sake," all men must say, Before their prayer succeeds ; This draft on God, the merciful, Will answer all their needs. Praise to Christ. LIFT, lift your voices, loud and strong. Let glad hosannas ring, Jesus the great salvation is, Jesus, the heavenly King. Let every sound of sorrow cease. And every voice give praise To Him who stoops to hear our song, The God of endless days. His hand is ever open wide. With bounties rich and free ; With blessings for the humble poor, With life, my soul, for thee. -* 142 HYMNS. We'll raise a chorus, loud and long, For grace that falls in showers, To lift us from the depths of death, With new-created powers. The Precious Name. ** TESTIS, I love Thy precious name," U To me 'tis life and health ; The boundless treasures of Thy gi*aee Bring comfort, joy and wealth. Without His mercy I must sink In sorrow, sin and shame ; But there is pardon from above, In Jesus' precious name. On Him I cast my helpless soul. Without Him I am lost. To His dear blood my soul shall cleave, Whatever be the cost. Jesus, I love Thy precious name, In it I put my trust, On this great Eock my hope shall rest, Till all things sink in dust. »^- -^4 ^ HYMNS. 143 Crown Him. ALL hail ! the Prince of Bethlehem, Who once in soitow trod ; And crown Him with the diadem. The diadem of God. Place it with gladness on His head, Who wore a crown of thorn ; And suflfered in the sinner^s stead, Forsaken and forlorn, — But now exalted to His throne, To reign through endless days. Where sounds His glorious name alone. And all things shout His praise. Let every soul break forth in song At Jesus' precious name, And join with the celestial throng, His honors to proclaim. Ye angels, who adore our Lord, And worship at His feet. Come, bow with us in sweet accord, Before the mercy-seat. 144: HYMNS. Come, hail the Prince of Bethlehem, Who once in sorrow trod, And bring the royal diadem To crown the Son of God. Come to Jesus. OH, come to Jesus, sinner, come, And lake the rich reward Eternal mercy offers those Who love and fear the Lord. Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come, The words of Jesus give Eest to the soul condemned to death ; He bids the sinner live. Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come. His bleeding sacrifice Will wash your guilty stains away. And fiL you for the skies. Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come. His arms are open wide ; And those who ask His favor now. His mercy will not chide. HYMNS. 145 Oh, come to Josus, sinner, come. The showers of heavenly rain Will renovate the barren soul, And make it live again. Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come, And cast your burden there ; His gracious ear is waiting still To hear the mourner's prayer. The Savor of Life and of Death. THE savor of life is a savor of joy, Of glory, of peace, and of rest; A smile that comes beaming from Jesus, our Lord, But resting alone on the blest. The savor of death is a terrible thing, That comes to the wicked alone ; It hardens more deeply the obdurate heart. It changes the flesh to a stone. O Saviour, dear Saviour, look down upon me, In wonderful kindness and love, And draw my affections away from the earth, To the regions of glory above. 10 * 146 HYMNS. Escape for thy Life. OH, escape for thy life, And look not behind, For all those who linger. Destruction will find. The tempest is breaking, The vengeance comes down,- The fire of God's anger. The storm of His frown. And time never lingers, Day hasteth to night. And shadows of darkness Soon follow the light. Oh, let us be seeking A refuge on high. Before the destroyer Comes up, and we die. And this is the moment, No other is ours, — To ask that salvation May come down with power. ^ ■* HYMNS. 147 Looking To Christ. JESUS, Thou anointed One, In righteousness complete, Declared the Son of God with power To fill the mercy-seat, Regard our lowly station. On Thee the crowns of life are set, Both mercy and the sword Are Thine, by whom the worlds were made, Thou ever-living Word, Oh, hear our supplication. Mere dust and ashes though we be, AVe bring our sacrifice, From altars of a broken heart, To Thee above the skies ; Accept of our oblation. Before Thy majesty we kneel. Our needy case we bring To Thee, the sovereign Lord of heaven. Our Saviour and our King ; Oh, show us Thy salvation. ^ 148 HYMNS. Saved by Grace. MY tongue shall ever bless The gi-eat and glorious name Of Him who saved me, by His grace. From sonow, sin and shame. To God my cheerful voice Shall rise in grateful song ; And all the pulses of my soul His praises shall prolong. Each passing hour of life Shall tune my heart anew, To gloiy in His righteousness, Who faithful is and true. Christ's Yoke. HIS yoke is so easy, His burden is light. His grace is unfailing. And boundless His might ; Come, come to His banquet. And lean on His breast. Whose merciful kindness Will furnish you rest. •f*- HYMNS. 149 The joy of His presence, The bliss of His love, Are heavenly blessings That bear us above ; His yoke is so easy, His burden is light. The paths of His goodness Are glorious and bright. **I HAVE Called you Friends." **"nUT I have called you friends," X) And shown my love for you ; What course, saith Jesus, will ye take, What will my followers do ? We'll stir, dear Lord, these hearts, In songs of gratitude To Him who gives eteraal life, — The gracious and the good. Our lives and all we have Shall glorify His name, Who died to save our souls from death. From sorrow, sin and shame. ■4* 150 HYMNS. Through Jesus Christ. OTHOU, whose dwelling is on high, Exalted and alone, To Thee in dust we come to cry, Before Thy gracious throne. And in our need, we humbly plead, Through Thy Beloved Son. We plead the promises of grace In His atoning blood. And ask the favor that finds place Through that all-cleansing flood. Which, when He died, flowed from His side, To bring the soul to God. Wilt Thou, our heavenly Father, take The offering that we bring. And hear the plea, *' for Jesus' sake," Presented to our King ; A contrite heart, our fitting part. While we salvation sing. Come to Jesus. COME thou, my soul, and humbly bow Where thou hast never trod ; And there, with penitential tears, Confess thy sins to God. ^ t HYMNS. 151 Come, wash in that atoning blood Which Jesus Christ has shed, To cleanse the sinner from his guilt, And raise him from the dead. Come, plead the all-abounding grace, Out-flowing from His love. To vanquish all the forms of woe. And bear the soul above. The Way of Forgiveness. CO^IE thou, my soul, and humbly bow Before thy Maker, God ; And with contrition in thine heart. Confess where thou hast trod ; How thou hast run the downw^ard road Of folly, sin and shame. And ask that heavenly mercy may Thy wandering soul reclaim. Come, plead for that all-cleansing blood To wash away thy stain ; And ask forgiveness, in the name Of a Redeemer slain. 4* *h- 152 HYMNS. So shall thy sins be blotted out, And peace once more shall reign ; And thou shalt own the glorious ti'Uth, That godliness is gain. The Garments of Salvation. THE garments of salvation, — How beautiful they shine ; These spotless robes of righteousness Come from a hand Divine, — To cover o'er our sorrow. Our nakedness and shame ; The uniform of heaven, prepared In Jesus' blessed name. Clad in these holy vestments, How safely we may trust ; We shall find rest in glory, too. When slumbering in the dust. ** The Lord is my Portion." THE Lord is my portion, my guardian and guide, His hand will direct me whatever betide, Though the deep swelling surges may over me flow. Adversity's waves of allliction and woe With poverty's pinchings prevail; ^ HYMNS. 153 Yet the Lord is my portion, the Lord is my guard, Ilis hand shall protect mc, His grace shall reward. While faith ever cheerful is trusting His aid Whose arm is Almighty ; I am not afraid His merciful goodness will fail. The arrows of death all around me may fly, Disease bid his victims in myriads to die, Or famine in paleness may stalk through the land. And wave o'er the people destruction's cold wand, 'Till earth become breathless and still ; Yet the Lord is my portion. His hand will provide ; My hope from destruction and trembling He'll hide. While submissive and liumble I watch for His hand, Most gladly obeying His every command, Resolving my all in His Will. Rest in Jesus. JESUS, Master, let us rest Our weary heads on Thy dear breast, Holy Saviour, In Thy favor, Oh, give us rest. -^ 154 HYMNS. Rest from temptationVs fatal snare, And rest from eveiy worldly care. With joy in Thee, To whom we flee, For succor there. Oh, may our hearts be fixed on hiijh, And w^hile we live, and when we die. Our faith be shown In God alone, Our God on high. Looking Up. OLORD, our God, in love look down. In all Thy tenderness. While dust and ashes come to Thee, To pardon and to bless. Disperse the darkness from our minds, And make us know the joy Of those who cast themselves on Thee, And enter Thine employ. Preserve us from the ways of sin. In which our feet have trod ; And by an all-constraining love. May we be drawn to God. »i^ HYMNS. 155 Bless the Lord, O my Soul. OH, bless the Lord, my soul, His goodness is complete ; He occupies the throne of love, He fills the mercy-seat ; The needy cry to Him on high, And gracious answers meet. Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, He washed thee from thy sin, He cleansed thee from thy crying guilt, He made thee pure within ; He takes the soul, and makes it whole. And breaks the power of sin. Oh, bless the Lord, my soul. The shadow of that Rock Shelters from rays of burning heat. And guards His little flock ; How safe they lie beneath His eye, From every threatening shock ! Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ; His sheep will always hear The voice of Illm, their Shepherd, King, Which draws them gladly near The bosom where they feel His care, And never yield to fear. -* 166 HYMNS. Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ; From Ilim thy life proceeds, And by the cool refreshing streams His grace most gently leads To paths of joy, without alloy, Where bliss to woe succeeds. The Shadow of His Wings. BENEATH the shadow of His wings My willing soul has lain, And bathed in all those heavenly springs That purge each guilty stain. Beneath the shadow of His wings, — Thou place of glorious rest. What sacred joy, what holy things Here fill the waiting breast. Beneath the shadow of His wings No evil can mislead The soul that in devotion clings To Him w^ho hears it jjlead. Beneath the shadow of His wings My willing soul has lain, And bathed in all those heavenly springs That purge each guilty stain. *" ■^^ HYMNS. 157 The Weary and Heavy Laden. ClOME, all ye heavy laden souls, ' Ye weary and distressed ; Come, take the yoke of Jesus Christ, And be forever blest. To all who tread the heavenly path. Depending on Ilis might, His yoke is easy to their neck, And all His burdens light. There is a glory in the soul, When love and duties blend. And each pulsation beats with joy From Christ, our gracious Friend. Seeking God. OLORD, be merciful. And crown us with that love AVhich gives our souls their blessed hope, And lives and reigns above ; Yet comes below to cure our woe, And gives us strength to move. ■^ 158 HYMNS. O Lord, be merciful To dust and ashes here ; And from temptation's wily snares Preserve ns in Thy fear, That we may be made safe in Thee, Our God, forever near. Forgiveness. FORGIYEXESS is a joyful sound In every sinner^s ear ; It is the voice of sovereign grace, In mercy drawing near. When Jesus, in His boundless love, Declares our sins forgiven, A thrill of holy joy is felt Through every breast in heaven. The gladsome seraphs join the song, With all their glowing fire, And all the realms of glory ring With joy from every lyre ! The saints unite their happy strains, And spread the bliss abroad ; So there is joy in heaven and earth, When sinners turn to God. HYMNS. 159 Sins Forgh-en. GO, go thy way, rejoicing, Thy sins are all forgiven ; Thou hast the richest blessing That ever came from Heaven. Jesus, the great salvation, Came from His home above, To tell the joyful story Of His redeeming love. When, saying to the vilest, ** Thy sins are all forgiven," He opens up a pathway That leads straight on to heaven. They who depend on Jesus Shall never, never fail ; Whatever may assail them. They shall at last prevail. Then go thy way, rejoicing, Thy sins are all forgiven. Thou hast the richest blessing That ever came from Heaven. ^ IGO HYMNS. The Sabbath of the Soul. ••fTlHE Sabbath of the soul" X Is when the Saviour tells The glory of that ecstasy Which from His bosom swells. •*The Sabbath of the soul" Brings a sweet day of rest Beneath the shadow of those wings Where everything is blest. "The Sabbath of the soul,"— To this we now aspire ; Complete obedience to our Lord Will fill our souls' desire. Faith. FAITH is the mighty hand that holds The promise of the Lord, And lifts the soul from deep despair Through His unfailing word. Faith is the resurrection-power By which w^e leave the dead, And rise to life and joy in God, Through Christ, our living head. ^ HYMNS. 161 Faith is the anchor that outrides The storms below the skies, Twin-sister of the glorious hope, — The hope that never dies. Power of Faith. THE grace of faith endows the soul AVilh energy and Jove ; And plumes it with celestial wings, To soar to realms above. It makes the vision clear and strong, To look beyond the skies ; It casts its anchor by the throne Of God, the Only Wise. That anchor is its sure defense Against all earthly woe ; Faith waits no triumph in the skies. But has it here below. The Christian's Safety. THE rocky cliffs shall be The Christian's strong defense ; The cohorts of his angry foes Can never drive him thence. 11 i 1C2 HYMNS. Celestial guardians will Assist him to prevail ; His bread shall evermore be sure, His waters never fail. In God he puts his trust, And safely dwells on high ; No terror shall assault him there No evil shall draw nigh. With such a panoply His heart may well rejoice. And join the angels in their song. With loud and thankful voice. Forbid them not. FORBH) them not to come To Him, the Son of God, Who dwelt upon this earth of ours, And childhood's pathway ti'od. Forbid them not to come To Him, the children's Friend; Who offers them His mercy now, And glory at the end. HYMNS. 163 Forbid them not to come To Ilim whose power is gi'eat, II is blessings call them every day ; AVhy should they longer wait ? Saved by Grace. NAKED and cold, and in my blood, In nature's field I lay ; Till Jesus Christ, the merciful, Came passing by that way. Compassion moved His tender heart, And His Almighty arm Was stretched to save my soul from death, From sorrow, guilt and harm. He breathed upon my wounded soul, And bade my spirit live ; Twas then I felt the thrill of joy AVhich none but He could give. Hosanna to the Holy One, Whose heart was opened wide. And cleansed me, through the sacred flood That issued from His side. »f^ 164 HYMNS. The Sea of Love. OH, let me bathe myself in Thee, Thou sea of love Divine ; And feel the cleansing of Thy blood. That precious blood of Thine. Thou art the source of boundless joy. And happiness complete Thrills through the pulses of my soul While bowing at Thy feet. There I perceive the smiling face Of Jesus reconciled, And taste the wonders of the love That owns a sinful child. Oh, let me bathe myself in Thee, Thou fount of love Divine, And feel the cleansing of Thy blood. That precious blood of Thine. Riches in the Cross. THE banner of the cross unfolds A wealth of love Divine ; Arise, thou weary one of earth, And make those riches thine. * HYMNS. 165 Come, seek this bounty from the hand Of Ilim who dwells on high ; The marvel of this lower world, The glory of the sky. Reject not, in your poverty, A treasure so sublime, Including all the crowns of life Beyond the bounds of time. Beneath the banner of the cross The gracious path-way lies. From lowest deeps of sin and death To God, the only Wise. Christ Suffering and Triumphant. HAIL, Son of man and Son of God, The everlasting Word, The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great, Almighty Lord. Cheerful He left the realms of love, With power and grace to save ; He suffered in the sinner's stead. And slumbered in the grave. ^ 166 HYMNS. A victor, from that dark domain In majesty He rose, Declared to be tlie Son of God, Trimnphant o^er His foes. And now He sits with glory crowned. Upon the throne of grace, And sends His blessed Spirit down To save our ruined race. Casting All Your Care on Him. OH, whither, whither shall I go To cast my care ? Where is there One who deigns to hear The sinner's prayer ? Jesus, the sinner's only Friend, Has gi-ace to spare ; And now His majesty stoops down To hear your prayer. His kind, inviting voice proclaims, Come, freely come, And find within His sheltering love A heavenly home. f^ UYMNS. 167 Now thither, thither I will go And cast my care, For there is One who deigns to hear The sinner's prayer. How Jesus Spake. HE spake as no man ever spake, — Not in a thunder tone ; But with the meekness and the power Which dwelt in Him alone. He spake as no man ever spake, — And threw the gates ajar, That human vision might behold The glorious realms afar. He spake as no man ever spake Of that o'ei-flowing grace, Which brought Him from the throne on high To save a guilt}' race. He spake as no man ever spake, — Have we received His word, And hid in an obedient heart The messaf]:e of our Lord ? 13 < . A 168 HYMNS. Gratitude. A SONG of holy gratitude Shall exercise ni}' voice ; Whatever becomes of me or mine, In God I will rejoice. My soul shall rest on His decrees, While promises of love Shall bear my thoughts from transient things, To trust in thincrs above. Yearnings. OH, for the vision to discern The wonders of His law, And see the promises of God, As faithful Abraham saw. Oh, for obedient hearts toti-ead Where Enoch's footsteps trod ; And walk, like Him, through this vain world, To glory and to God. Oh, for a tongue to speak the praise Of our Redeemer's name. To tell the world how good He is, And all His grace j^roclaim. ^ -^ HYMNS. 169 Oh, for the wisdom that inclines The lost to seek Thy ways ; And tunes their hearts with gratitude To sound the Saviour's praise. Oh, for the blessing from on high That makes dead sinners live ; The power that renovates the heart Is thine, O Lord, to give. Aspirations. OH, for a living coal, From off thine altar, Lord, To purify polluted lips To speak Thy holy word. Oh, for a soul to bow, To bow and to adore The Bountiful of heaven and earth. Who has all bliss in store. Oh, for an active faith To seize each glorious thing That comes descending from above, With mercies from my King. »i*- * * 170 HYMNS. Oh, for the wings of love, To bear my soul away From all the transient things of earth, To joys that ne'er decay. Oh, for a tender heart, To feel my sins forgiven. Obedient to the voice of God, And set on Christ and heaven. Prayer for Grace. DEAR Jesus, our exalted Lord, Oh, condescend to hear The cry we offer unto Thee, And bless us with Thy fear. Oh, turn our wayward feet aside From eveiy wicked w^ay. And bless us with the grace of those Who seek eternal day. Oh, may we see the glorious light On Zion's holy hill ; And walk in paths of righteousness, With those who do Thy will. >ifr ■t^ HYMNS. 171 The Throne of Grace. OLORD, on Thee, on Thee we throw Our every anxious care ; Before Thy gracious presence bow, And leave each burden here. 'TIS here blest mercy I have found, 'Tis hero that grace is given. With GileacVs balm the heart is bound, When broken, pained and riven. 'Tis here the sweet relief we find. Which Jesus' hand imparts ; Dispelling fear, assuaging grief, Quenching all fiery darts. Here may we daily, hourly seek For safety, strength, defense ; And meekly coming in Thy name, Draw all our comforts hence. ** Where Two or Three are Gathered." THERE am I in the midst of them. Who humbly congregate. To ofi'er humbly praise and prayer, And then in patience wait. •i< 172 HYMNS. There am I in the midst of those Who have a contrite heart, And who have cast all things aside, To seek the better part. There am I in the midst of them "Who have a firm belief In Him "svho came to bleed and die, For sinners, e'en the chief. There am I in the midst of them Whose spirits worship God, And cry to Him, the merciful, Oh, send Thy love abroad. Power of Prayer. PRAYER is a tower of strength, A heavenly battlement. With armament of God To feeble mortals lent. Before this mighty power. Legions of foes recede ; W^hile, bending low in faith. The promises we plead. IIYMXS. 173 Be thou our sun and shield, From darkness and the grave, O Thou Ahnighty aiTii, Omnipotent to save. We cast ourselves on Thee, Depending on Thine aid ; Speak to our hearts and sav, ** Oh, be not thou afraid." And then a worm shall thresh Mountains of towering strength ; And, trusting in His God, Victorious be at lencrth. My Heart is Fixed. OGOD, my roving heart is fixed. And fixed on Thee alone ; Praise shall employ my grateful tongue, In worship at Thy throne. I will recount in joyous lays, The wonders of Thy love, And tell the condescending gi-ace That lifts the soul above, — *- 174 HYMNS. Above the vanities of earth, Where God, my God, resides ; And whence His boundless mercy flows In everlasting tides. Forever be my heart thus fixed. And fixed on Thee alone ; Still to recount in endless songs, The glories of Thy throne. A Saviour Found. MY soul has found the Lord, — So great the bliss appears, The joy that overruns my heart Is bursting forth in tears. My soul has found the Lord, — Ko tongue can ever tell The ecstacy of love and peace, With which my pulses swell. My soul has found the Lord, — I cast on Ilim my care, And guilt and sin that weighed me down, And lost my burden there. HYMNS. 17 !My soul hath found the Lord, — His own almighty hand Has snatched me from the burning pit, And now secure I stand. My soul has found the Lord, — So great the bliss appears, The joy that overruns my heart Is burstinof forth in tears. Clinging to the Cross. SAVED from billows of destruction, To the cross of Christ I cling ; Fallen is my burden from me. Wakes my heart with joy to sing. Lost in wonder, in a moment Everything is clear and bright ; All my darkness has departed, And I see a glorious light. Be it so, — is this believing, Oh, the joy it brings my heart! Oh, the bliss, the present glory, Oh, the peace it can impart. 176 HYMNS. Every Derre with joy is thrilling, Death is past and life is won, Oh, the mercy of forgiveness. Oh, the great achievement done ! Saved from billows of destruction, To the cross of Christ I cling ; Fallen is my burden from me. Wakes my heart with joy to sing. The Precious Bible. THY word is the joy of my heart. My pulses beat gladly and free, In high adoration and song. With praise and devotion to thee. How sweet to my mouth is its taste. It gives me new life and new strength ; The power on which I depend, Will make me triumphant at length. Thy word is my anchor of hope. By faith it holds firmly, when cast ; The truth which sustains me on eaith, Will still be as firm to the last. •i<- ■>/f HYMNS. 177 The Amiable Tabernacles. HOW amiable Thy dwellings are, O Thou whose name is love ; The circuit of the heavens is Thine, And all the hosts above. My soul desires to enter in The place of Thine abode ; My heart and flesh rejoice in Thee, The ever living God. Blessed are they who dwell within Thy palaces of gi*ace ; Their songs of honor shall ascend. And reach the heavenly place. Bethel. THIS is the house of God, His glory dwelleth here ; And here He has Plis throne of grace. To hear the mourner's prayer. This is the house of God, And we His people come To sing our songs of joyful praise. And find a peaceful home. 12 -* 178 HYMNS. This is the house of God, He spreads Ilia table here ; We come to feast our hungry souls On His delicious fare. This is the house of God, Here wisdom lifts her voice, And speaks the glorious promises, In which our souls rejoice. Before Sermon. HELP us to listen to Thy word. While God, our God, is near. And seek the place of Thy delight. With reverence and with fear. Thy Zion is the holy hill, Where all Thy saints resort ; The blessed angels hear their songs, And bear the glad report. Here mercies, flowing from the skies. Descend like summer showers ; Come, like His people, come to God, Yield Him your noblest powers ; — HYMNS. 179 To Him, the merciful, on high, From whom all blessings flow. And hope, and peace, and joy, descend To us who dwell below. Dedication Hymn. OTHOU, our Saviour, God, Look down from realms above ; And with Thy glory fill this house, The dwelling of Thy love ; Where saints unite to seek Thy light, And all Thy goodness prove. Peace be within these walls. And holiness sincere ; And love, — the wondrous love of God, That casteth out all fear ; And God's rich grace, in every place, To whom we may draw near. Within these temple gates, May multitudes arise ; To trust in Jesus' dying love. And bleeding sacrifice ; And sing their lays of sacred praise. To God, the Only Wise. ■* ^ 180 HYMNS. Dedication Hymn. WE come to seek Thy gracious aid, Thou Bountiful above, Whose glory fills the heavenly worlds, Whose crovrning name is love. Chorus. Angels of light Surround the throne, And joy to make His glory known. But how shall we, of sinful lips, Presume to lisp Thy praise. And join the song of melody. Which holy angels raise ? Angels of light, &c. We'll come in Jesus' precious name, For pardon and access ; Through that dear name God loves to hear, He loves to hear and bless. Angels of light, &c. Oh, let Thy glory fill the house Our feeble hands have raised, That we may find salvation here, — And God alone be praised. Angels of light, &c. *- •^■« HYMNS. 181 A Thanksgiting Hymn. r\ OD is the governor of men, VX And with His giacious care Blesses the harvests of the land, That all His love may share. His bounteous hand in love bestows Raiment and friends and food ; The bliss of youth, the glow of health, And all we have of good. 'Tis on the pleasure of His grace, Our being must depend ; 'Tis He sustains the tides of life, He is our constant Friend. To Him be glory evermore. In whom we live and move, For all His blessings here below, And those reserved above. Serving Christ in His People. WE cannot offer gifts to Thee, Thou great I am, above. But those shall have our sympathy. Whom Thou hast deigned to love. *h^ 182 HYMNS. The poor, whom Thou hast made Thy care, Shall never ask in vain, For what from us, Thy stewards, Lord, The suffering should obtain. We cannot offer gifts to Thee, Thou Majesty, above. But those shall have our sympathy, Whom Thou hast deigned to love. The Commission. GO, preach the Gospel to the poor, To earth's dejected ones ; And gather in the prodigals From Adam's vilest sons ; And tell this glorious tnith to all, 'Twas sinners, Jesus came to call. Go to the darkest dungeons, go. The torch of life to bear ; Go, heal the sick, go, raise the dead, In love, and faith, and prayer; And tell this glorious truth to all, 'Twas sinners, Jesus came to call. ► 5e HYMNS. 183 Go, point them to the star of hope, To Bethlehem's holy child, Who came from heaven to seek and save The lost, the sin-defiled ; Oh, tell this wondrous truth to all, 'Twas sinners, Jesus came to call. Go, bid them to the marriage feast, — No longer slaves of sin, — The loving Bridegroom vraits to bless, Compel them to come in ; Oh, tell this glorious tinith to all, 'Twas sinners, Jesus came to call. Go, preach the gospel to the poor Of Adam's ruined race ; Proclaim the mercy of the Lord, Proclaim His boundless grace ; Oh, tell this glorious truth to all, 'Twas sinners, Jesus came to call. **As YE GO, Preach." GO, preach my gospel," saith the Lord, ** To stranger and to friend ; And lo ! my presence will be there. To cheer you to the end. *- 184 HYMXS. '* Wherever man shall roam abroad, On island or on main, There spread the glorious tidings forth. Point to the Lamb once slain. **0h, tell the wonders of His love, His tenderness and grace, TVho gave Himself a sacrifice For sinners of our race. " Tell how that sacrifice avails To those wiio seek the Lord ; Tell of the resurrection power. That dwells in Jesus' word. *' Go preach this gospel far and wide, To stranger and to friend, And lo ! my presence will be there, To cheer you to the end." Spread the Glad Tidings. 60, tell the wondrous story, Far as the earth extends, And spread the tale of glory. How love and justice blends. »i* HTMNS. 185 Go, tell the glad salvation, Wherever man is found, Thai every distant nation, May hear the joyful sound. — The joyful sound, once flowing O'er Bethlehem's happy plain, The gift of God bestowing. And everlasting gain. Go, tell the wondrous story, Far as the earth extends, And spread the tale of glory. How love and justice blends. ** Freely ye have received, freely give." FKEELY ye have received The light of life divine ; So freely make the wonder known. And let the glory shine. Go now and gladly tell The heavenly wonder o'er. How Jesus calls the sinner here. And saves forevermore. 18G HYMNS. Tell what His love has done For those who trust His name ; And as the champions of His grace, The word of God proclaim. The Censer. GREAT Maker of the universe, Who mak'st each planet's bound. Whose silent praise they all rehearse, As move their orbs around, — Oh, grant, that earth may, in Thy hand, Like a fair censer swing. And joy, and praise, at thy command. Make all her mountains ring, — That as through space she rolls along, Rich odors may arise. An incense sweet, a fragrance strong, Breathed in the upper skies. Then beauty shall her surface crown, Briers and thorns decay, New charms, new glories shall be thrown Around each rising day. HYMNS. 187 Then men shall give their hearts to Thee, In countless, happy throngs ; Salvation, glory, liberty. Shall thrill their joyful tongues. The Reapers. Oil, cease not to labor, The land where ye toil Is God's blessed vineyard, Go, work on the soil. Oh, cease not to labor, The day is far gone. And when the night cometh, Your work will be done. Oh, cease not to labor, Till evening shall come,' AVhen angels will whisper, ** Ye weary, come home.'' The Lord's Prayer. OUR heavenly Father and our King The universal Lord, Hallowed be Thy most holy name, Through all the earth abroad. 4< ->^ 188 HYMNS. Give us this day our daily bread, And all we need beside, Help us to cast ourselves on Thee, Whatever may betide. Oh, let Thy kingdom come on earth, And all Thy will be done. In righteousness and holy joy, Till time's short race is run. Forgive our sins, most gracious Lord, And teach us to forgive, And try to do some good to those With whom we're called to live. And in temptation's fatal paths Permit us not to stray ; But guard us in our feebleness, From every evil way. Thine is the kingdom and the power, And be the glory Thine, Forever and forever more, With honors all divine. The Daily Prayer. THOU Merciful, above, Whose hand upholds Thy feeble folds, In tenderness and love. »i*- t HYMNS. 189 To Thee we look each mom, — And thus we pray, Bread for the day, — Dependent we were bom. From every tempting path Keep us away. Lest we should stray, And thus invite Thy wrath. Dependence on God. BEFORE the morning light appears, My voice to Thee shall ciy, O Thou, whose arm is everywhere, Whose mercy always nigh. Mere dust and ashes come to claim Protection and supply, From Ilim who built the universe, From Him who reigns on high. His bounteous hand is open wide. His mercy will bestow The succor which the sinner needs, To save from sin and woe. 190 HYMNS. Morning Invocation. JESUS, my Saviour and my King, To Thee my soul belongs ; To Thee I raise the voice of prayer, And my thanksgiving songs. Soon as the morning light appears, To Thee 1*11 lift my eyes ; And seek the blessings that descend In mercy from the skies. Lord, hear each morn my humble call. And give me, for the day. Sufficient grace to hear Thy voice, Saying, ** This is the way." Morning Supplication. OGOD, to whom all ages come, Thy people's strength. Thy people's home, In mercy lend an ear ; We bow before Thy gracious throne, To make our wants and sorrows known, Oh, condescend to hear. Dispel the darkness from our mind. And let thy '* Spirit's rushing wind" Breathe o'er each lifeless soul, ■^J* HYMNS. 191 To animate each cold desire, And touch our lips with holy fire ; Dear Jesus, make us whole. Wash our pollutions all away, And guide our footsteps, lest they stray From Thy delightful path ; Oh, draw us to '*the things above," That, raptured by Thy glorious love, We may escape Thy wrath. A MoRxtN'G Prayer. MY soul shall rise at early dawn. And ofier up its cry To Him whose sovereign hand controls Tlie stars that roll on high. To Him, the Merciful, Pll go, And make my sorrows known ; Exalted is the Lord our God, Yet goodness rules His throne. But will that glorious Majesty In mercy condescend To be the helper of this dust, His Father and his Friend ? ^ ii« 192 HYMNS. God's favors fall like showers of rain Through Christ, our risen Lord ; Sinners may come and find rich grace, Relying on His word. Sabbath. ON this glad morning of the Lord, This holy hour of prayer. Help us, O Thou, the Merciful, To banish worldly care While we draw nigh to Thee on high, Whose grace is always near. Before Thy throne. Thou God of grace, We bow to Thee alone ; And worship Him who dwells in heaven, Yet suffered, to atone ; And, gracious, hears our joys and fears. When we address His throne. Lord, let thy beauty now appear. Bring heavenly things to view ; Oh, touch our lips with sacred fire, Thou holy, good and true ; With love inspire, with glad desire, Come and make all things new. -»!^ HYMNS. 193 Evening Hymn. OTHOU, the Lord of evening hours, To Thee we lift our eyes ; Wc see Thy glones, beaming forth From all the starry skies. These are the wonders of Thy power, Which Thy right hand hath made ; Lord, what are we, compared with these, But insects in the shade ? And yet how mindful God has been Of us, poor, sinful worms. In Christ His gi-ace has shone from heaven. In its divinest forms. The stars enjoy His constant care, And praise with silent voice ; But dearer to the heart of God, The people of His choice. For them He built a brighter sphere. In the fair realms above, "Wlicre joy is smiling evermore. Where all the air is love. 13 194 HYMNS. No mortal spirit can conceive The riches flowing there, Heaven is a world of bliss, with which Xo mortal joys compare. Yet as their Lord and Master is. So shall His people be ; Clothed in the glories of their Lord, From sin and sorrow free. MORNIXG AND EVENING SONG. MY soul shall bless the Lord, In accents loud and strong ; And celebrate His dying love In every morning song. My soul shall bless the Lord, Whose hands are open wide. And whose salvation comes anew With eveiy evening tide. My soul shall bless the Lord For all His tender care ; He warns me, in His holy word, To flee from every snare. •i^ HYMNS. 19o ^ly soul shall bless the Lord, And ask for faith more strong ; For God is ever in the right, Though I am often wrong. My soul shall bless the Lord, Who saves my soul from strife ; And leads me, through the path of peace. To everlastinof life. The Eucharist. THIS is the day when Christ invites His people to partake Of bread and wine, with grateful joy, Saved, saved, for Jesus' sake. These are the words His kindness spoke **Be sure, remember Me, Who suffered agony and death, From death to set you free!" Come, then, my soul, to meet thy Lord, And, with a living laith. Bow down thy head in humble prayer, And hear what Jesus saith. ^ •i^ ■>^ 196 HYMNS. Seek for refreshing from the blood That washed thy shis away ; And bind anew the bands of love, And never, never stray. Remember. EEMEMBER thou the love and gi-ace, That Christ, thy Lord, bestowed; Remember that He bled and died, And paid the debt we owed. Remember all the promises His grace has e'er displayed ; Remember, those that trust in Him Shall never be dismayed. Remember that the Son of God For thee His blood has spilt ; Remember that His righteousness Can cover all thy guilt. Remember that His dying love Is boundless and supreme ; Remember that the bliss of heaven Is greater than we dream. ^- -^^ HYMNS. 197 Remember, O my thoughtless soul, To bless Ilis holy name, And in a song of solemn joy His goodness to proclaim. The One Song. WE come to bow our needy souls To Him who made the light ; And placed the glory of His throne Beyond the shades of night. There in the peerless bliss of heaven The holy seraphs shine. And offer choruses of joy To Him, the Light divine. And there, redeemed by Jesus' blood, The saints, who here have trod, Join in one spirit and one song. To praise and worship God. Oh, may the influence of their love Descend on us while here, And lift us from our low estate, To worship in Thy fear. 198 HYMNS. The Brighter AVorld. THERE is a land no eye bath seen, Surpassing every thought ; Wliere glory spreads her brightest sheen, And all with love is fraught. There floods of light shall fill the eye With everlasting day, There none can sorrow, none can die, Nor loved ones pass away. God is the light and glory there. Far brigliter than the sun, In every thought and everywhere, His will alone is done. Heaven. HEAVEN is the place where God resides, And thence His glories flow In rich and everlasting tides. To banish human woe. Heaven is the place where angels dwell. And sing their songs of joy ; To God their highest praises swell, — How blest is their employ ! »i^ -»>5< HYMNS. 199 Heaven is the land for which we start When we believe in God ; And give to Jesus all our heart, And follow where He trod. Heaven is the boon to which the saints Are striving to attain, Beyond the region of complaints, — Where death itself is gain. The Glory to be Revealed. THERE are celestial plains that lie Beyond this narrow sphere ; There niglit and death have passed away, And all is bright and clear ; There angels sing. There blessings spring. Through heaven's immortal year. No pain, no death, no grief, no sigh, In all that vast parterre ; Peace breathes o'er all the fragrant flowers That cluster sweetly there ; There far and wide Spreads the broad tide Of wonders, rich and rare. * 200 HYMNS. They far exceed what mortals here Can know or comj^rehend ; Yet faith, sublime, sustains the hope That we, when life shall end, Through boundless grace, Shall reach the place, And be with Christ, our Friend. Heaven. NO darkening cloud shall wave its wing O^er that pure atmosphere, Where Jesus sits, enthroned in love, — No doubt, no care, no fear. No wave of sorrow e'er shall pass Across the peaceful breast Of those who are exalted there To seats of endless rest. No thought of grief shall enter there. No shade of pain or gloom ; Such woes the righteous leave behind. In passing through the tomb. ■^ HYMNS. 201 The songs of glory ever rise. As incense, to the throne, Where Jesus sits in majesty. And is adored alone. Amen. AMEN! Thy great majestic ann Will do whatever it deigns ; And we, submissively, will say, ** The sovereign Ruler reigns." So let it be. Almighty Lord, According to Thy will ; And we, the creatures of Thy hand. Will hear Thy word, ** Be still." So let it be, our Lord on high. We nothing know aright. But blindly creeping on the earth. We seek from Thee our lif^ht. ■^ INDEX or SUBJECTS. POEMS. PAGE. The Advent 5 Jesus in Bethlehem 10 Bethlehem 11 Christm.19 ....'..... 12 The Shepherds of Bethlehem 13 Chiist's Mighty Works 14 Christ SuJBfering and Triumphant .... 15 Christ Only 16 The Sweetest Story 17 The Agony 18 True Wisdom 19 Suffer Little Children 20 Faith, Hope and Charity 21 The Gospel Trumpet 22 The Good Physician ...... 23 A Broken Heart 24 Lord, Save, or I Perish 2d Deliverance 26 203 * ■^ 204 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. PAGE. Beauty for Ashes , . 26 God is a Spirit 27 God Everywhere 28 God our Rcfnge 29 God's Promise 30 Inventory 31 Come 32 Grace Weighed 36 Grace 37 Why Stand ye Idle 38 Scatter the Seeds of Blessing 39 Grain on the Harvest-field 39 Anticipating Evil 40 Good in Disguise 41 The Blessed Rain 42 The Good Passport 42 Wish for an Afflicted One 44 Retrospect 4.5 Joy Cometh in the Morning 45 The Old-fashioned Chair 46 Jubilee of my Conversion 47 Reminiscences 4^ Taking Leave of Oliver Street .... 49 Our Own Way 51 Light from Heaven 52 A Beauteous Seraph 53 The Eloquent Prayer 54 The Light-house 54 Call to Benevolence 55 Good Time Coming ....... 56 ^ INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 205 PAGE. To my Children 58 Shall Woman Speak 59 Gay Attire 60 The Poor Child 61 By the Rivers of Babylon 62 Emptiness 63 The Miser Banker 64 Elsewhere 65 The Sky 67 Plymouth Rock 68 Thanksgiving 69 Pmy Always 69 In Jesus' Name 70 Prayer 70 The Hour of Prayer 71 Evening 72 Evening Prayer 73 Sabbath Morning . , 74 Life 74 Life Here and Hereafter 75 The Web cf Life 76 The Short Journey 77 The Dead Infant 78 Death 79 InMcraoriam — J. S. 80 The Dying Christian 81 The Christian in Death • 82 Shall we Meet Beyond the River .... 83 Beautiful City 83 ItisOui-s 84 206 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. PAGE. Tlie Resurrection — An Argument . . . .85 ISIy Country 87 Visiting Franklin's Grave 89 The Land ot Liberty 90 Freedom's Call 92 Slavery— 1862 92 The Demands of Slavery Before the War . . 93 Tlie Edict of Freedom by President Lincoln . . 94 The Martyrs of Freedom 96 Decoration Day ,96 HYMNS. God in All Things 101 God from Eternity 102 The Unchangeable 103 God Everywhere 105 God Seen in His Works 105 The Fountain of AU Good 106 The Great Rock 107 God a Healer 108 The Good Foundation 108 God a Protector 109 God my Salvation 110 God Reconciled Ill God the Soul's Refuge 112 Imploring God's Protection 113 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 207 PAGE. Help in God Only 114 Man, Frail ; but God, Almighty . , . .114 Universal Praise IIJ Star of Bethlehem IIG Christ's Humiliation 117 The Light of the World 118 The Bread of Life 119 Christ the Foundation 119 Christ the Only Foundation 120 The True Kefuge 121 A Tower of Strength 122 Christ a Rock 123 Tlie Kock of Ages 123 Jesus the Source of Light 124 Jesus our Sun • . 125 Mighty to Save 125 Christ An and In AU 127 Speaking Peace 128 Peace in Jesus 128 Peace in Jesus 129 "Fear Xot, Little Flock" 130 Resting in Jesus 131 Christ a Redeemer 132 Excellence of Christ 132 My Saviour 133 The Blood of Jesus 134 Saved b}^ Jesus Christ 135 A Divine Saviour 135 Safe in Jesus 136 Jesus the Great Redeemer 136 208 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. PAGE. The Sacred Mountain 137 Calvary 138 Led Captivity Captive 138 The Theme of Glory 139 For Jesus' Sake 140 Pi*aise to Christ 141 Tlie Precious Name 142 Crown Him 143 Come to Jesus 144 The Savor of Life and of Death .... 145 Escape for thy Life 146 Lookiug to Christ 147 Saved by Grace 148 Christ's Yoke 148 I have Called you Friends 149 Through Jesus Christ 150 Come to Jesus 150 The Way of Forgiveness 151 The Garments of Salvation 152 The Lord is my Portion 152 Rest in Jesus 153 Looking Up 154 Bless the Lord, O my Soul 155 The Shadow of His Wings 156 The Weary and Heavy Laden .... 157 Seeking God 157 Forgiveness 158 Sins Forgiven 159 The Sabbath of the Soul 160 Faith 160 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 209 PAGE. Power of Faith 161 The Christian's Safety 161 Forbid them Not 162 Saved by Grace 163 Tlie Sea of Love 164 Riches in the Cross 16 i Chiist Suffering and Triumphant .... 163 Casting all your Care on Ilim 166 How Jesus Spake 167 Gratitude 168 Yearnings 168 Aspirations . . . . . . . .169 Pj-ayer for Grace 170 The Throne of Grace 171 "Where two or three are Gathered . . . .171 Power of Prayer 172 My Heart is Fixed 173 A Saviour Found . , . . . . .174 Clinging to the Cross 175 The Precious Bible . 176 The Amiable Tabernacles 177 Bethel 177 Before Sei-mon 178 Dedication Hymn 179 Dedication Hymn 180 A Tlianksgiving Hymn 181 Serving God in His People 181 The Commission 182 "As Ye Go, Preach" 183 Spread the Glad Tidings 184 U 210 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. PAGE. Freely ye have Received, Freely Give . . , 185 The Censer — A Missionary Hymn . . . 186 The Reapers 187 The Lord's Prayer 187 The Daily Prayer 188 Dependence on God 189 Morning Invocation 190 Morning Supplication 190 A Morning Prayer 191 Sabbath Morning 192 Evening Hymn . 193 Morning and Evening Song 194 The Eucharist 195 Remember 196 The One Song 197 The Brighter World 198 Heaven 198 The Glory to be Revealed 199 Heaven 200 Amen 201 *■ INDEX OF EIUST LINES. A beauteous seraph came from heaven All hail the Prince of Bethlehem A light-house planted on a hill Amen 1 Thy great majestic arm A search for happiness I made A song of holy gratitude . As sinks the weary summer sun At midnight, as the air grew still At night, when mankind slept . Beautiful city, beautiful city Beaut}' for ashes is the gift Before the morning Ught appears Behold the sti'eam of love divine Beneath the shadow of His wings Beneath the shadow of His wings, My Be these the secrets of your life Briglit angels sang a joyous song But I have called you friends Captivity is captive now . Christ is the great majestic Rock PAGE. 53 143 54 201 65 168 80 12 18 83 26 189 134 129 156 58 11 149 138 123 211 r ^ " r 1 w L *5 212 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE. Christ is the only Corner-stone 127 Come, all ye heavy-laden souls 157 Come, all ye lovely children, come . 17 Come, come, ye freemen of the North 92 Come, dwellers of the mountain 32 Come thou, my soul, and humbly bow Before 151 Come thou, my soul, and humbly bow Where 150 Dear Jesus, our exalted Lord .... 170 Environed by the walls of death 26 Faith is the mighty hand that holds 160 Faith spreads abroad her radiant wings 21 Far in the east the morning star . . . . 13 Fifty short years have flitted by . . . 45 Forbid them not to come 162 Forgiveness is a joyful sound .... 158 For Jesus' sake, the key-note is . . . 140 From cold streams of Eastport 94 From everlasting Thou art God 102 Give me that sacred stream that flows 132 Go, go thy way rejoicing 159 God is my salvation 110 God is the fountain of all good .... 106 God is the great Omnipotent .... 105 God is the Rock on which I stand 108 God's mercy, as with balmy wing 128 God strengthened them to strike, and break 96 Go in the early morning 71 Go preach my gospel, saith the Lord 183 Go preach the gospel to the poor 182 Go, spread thy wants before the Lord . 121 r i ^ r* A % k INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 213 Go, tell the wondrous story Gi'ace is not in the market-place Grace is not weighed in balances Great Maker of the universe Hail, blest land of liberty Hail, hail, the ever-glorious Star Hail, Son of man and Son of God Hail to our dear Redeemer's name Heaven is the place where God resides He comes, He comes to ransom Help us to listen to Thy word . Her ways are ways of pleasantness He spake as no man ever spake High hung the harps of Palestine His faith was strong at eventide His yoke is so easy How amiable Thy dwellings are How can I leave the altar-stone How like an alabaster cast , How slender is the gossamer , I am the bread of life If we the wings of morning take I have a broken heart I met an angel in the street In the depths of thine heart In the realms of consolation In the sweet hour of evening prayer I sunk in the depths of despair It is ours, it is ours I've had a great honor this morning PAGE. 184 36 37 186 90 116 165 131 198 14 178 19 167 62 81 148 177 49 82 74 119 lOo 24 42 25 119 73 52 84 64 4^ * 214 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Jesus, I love Thy precious name Jesus is the great Redeemer Jesus, my Saviour aod my King Just fifty years have passed Know ye that He who dwells on high Lift, lift your voices, loud and strong Look up, ye down-cast, weaiy ones Many who have passed away . Mighty to save — the precious news Music should tune its every note My country, 'tis of thee I sing My soul has found the Lord My soul shall bless the Lord My soul shall love the Lord My soul shall lise at early dawn My tongue shall ever bless Naked, and cold, and in my blood Night's solemn orbs were rolling No darkening cloud shall wave its wing No gorgeous hall compares with thee O'er every loom of human life O God, my roving heart is fixed O God, to whom all ages come Oh, bless the Lord, my soul Oh, cease not to l^bor Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come Oh, could the power of mortal ami Oh, escape for thy life Oh, fear not then, ye little ones Oh, for a livi nor coal ^ , PAGR 143 136 190 47 15 141 45 89 125 115 87 174 194 107 191 148 163 5 200 67 76 173 190 155 187 144 44 146 130 169 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 215 Oh, for the vision to discern Oh, lend a listening ear Oh, let me bathe myself in Thee Oh, scatter the seeds of blessing Oh, smooth the furrows on thy brow Oh, suffer little children Oh, thou mourner in Zion Oh, what has become of the old-fashioned Oh, whither, whither shall I go O Jesus, Master, let me hear O Jesus, Master, let me rest O Jesus, my Saviour O Jesus, thou anointed One O Jesus, thou groat source of light O Lord, bo merciful O Lord, forbid that we should rest O Lord, on Thee, on Thee we thiow O Lord, our God, in love look down On Calvary's sacred mountain On this glad morning of the Lord On the towering heights of glory O Thou celestial Saviour, Friend O Thou on Calvar}''s height O Thou great Arbiter on high . O Thou, our heavenly Father, hear O Tliou, our Saviour God O Thou, that hearest pi-ayer O Thou, the Lord of evening hours O Thou whose dwelling is on high Our God is a Spiiit PAGE. . 168 . 118 . 164 39 41 20 . 108 ioned chaii 46 . 166 . 128 . 153 . 133 . 147 . 124 . 157 . 123 . 171 . 154 . 137 . 192 . 139 135 . 138 114 . 113 . 179 . , . . 114 . 193 . 150 . 27 *h- 216 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. Our heavenly Father and our King Our Jesus is the central sun Our Jesus is the tower of strength Our life is like a winter's day Our Saviour spake a parable Our souls shall lift their prayer to God Poverty's angel hath stricken the child Prayer is a tower of strength Prayer is the offering of the soul Remember thou the love and grace Saved from billows of destruction Shall fair woman speak in public Shall we meet beyond the river Some people carry a satchel Take us beneath Thy tender care Thanksgiving to God, how boundless the theme The angels swift from heaven came down The banner of the cross unfolds The calls of poverty The eternal God, thy refuge sure The eternal God thy refuge is . . The evening sun begins to cast The garments of salvation The grace of faith endows the soul The gracious rain has come at last The Lord is my portion, my guardian and guide The Lord will smite thee, Slavery The only place of safety is The promise has not lost its power There am I in the midst of them PAGE. 187 125 122 75 69 70 61 172 70 196 175 59 83 40 109 69 10 164 55 29 112 72 152 161 42 152 92 16 30 171 ^ INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 217 There are no thoughts within ray brain There is a great almighty Power There is a land no eye hath seen There is an excellence in Christ There's a good time coming, brothers Tliere's grain on the harvest-field The rocky cliffs shall be . . . The Sabbath of the soul The savor of life is a savor of joy The trumpet of salvation The whole need no physician . - Thine anger, Lord, has passed away This beautiful blossom This is the day when Christ invites This is the house of God . Though univei*sal wealth was His Thou Merciful, above Thy word is the joy of my heart Time, passing time, has answered me ^Tis a quiet Sabbath morning 'Twas an eloquent prayer 'Twas on this memorable stone We cannot offer gifts to Thee . We come to seek Thy gracious aid We come to bow our needy souls We come to put our trust in Thee We come to scatter fragrant flowers What inventory has thy soul What stands behind those gauzy clouds When death's cold fingers come to play PAGE. 63 28 198 132 56 39 161 160 145 22 23 111 78 195 177 117 188 176 51 74 54 68 181 180 197 120 96 31 69 79 •i*- *- 218 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. When first the cross of Christ appeared When near the city of the dead When rushing down the dreadful steep When tossed by the billows of life Who is that glorious Being, — who Why is it thought incredible Why stand ye idle all the day Yes, all things speak of God Yes, ye demand that we should smile PAGE. 48 77 135 136 103 85 38 101 93 ^ 4*C rr. 1 ■i'l *-a ■■ %S^ ^^ V^^> * >■ •' ■ . . *' "ill » j§" I"- . - ■f i i :../-.%##*■ • 1. ^^- >% ^v,A^^i