i^L^i^* 4rs<^~ -"^' « TOE BENSON LIBRARY OF HYMNOLOGY Endowed by the Reverend Louis Fitzgerald Benson, d.d. t LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY ScB THE CHRISTIAN ^ M IN" BOOK, H»~ CTUARY AND HOME. of song in the House of the Lord, I. Chkoxicles 6: 31. DAYTON, OHIO: PUBLISHING ASSOCIATION. 1872. > ta^ accorc,nS ., Act ,„ Co„rw, „, „„. ^ ^ ^ E. Edmuni*, t. c. Moiri/rtw, p. ,>. P|iu fa8-Cto'ft0faceofth. Dfctrict Court of the D.,rric« *S BMREOTVMU) AT rn» VOBTON 8TEB80TTPB FOBKD»r. *YP. *<: bj 'i»i„c 0 Hj.j.1 * Star, PREFACE. "The service of song in the house of the Lord" is an es- sential part of public worship. The heart finds in it some of its highest utterances of prayer and praise, and some of its best aids to devotion. And as the advent of the Redeemer was announced by heavenly music and angel song, it is fitting that his name on earth should ever be honored, and the wor- ship of the Father, who sent him, ever accompanied, by the voice of singing. The hymn book, therefore, is a demand of the church, and its claims need not be argued. The editors of "The Christian Hymn Book" have aimed to meet a want of our churches that has long been felt. As the surest way of doing this, we have selected, not hymns which teach a special theology, but the standard hymns of the church of Christ — the true and living songs of Zion, sung by all Christians. The worshipper, whose soul is imbued with the spirit of Him who came to be the world's Saviour, loves to feel that he is singing the same hymns, not with a few others only, but that he is lifting up his heart with the univer- sal church, to the one common Father of all, in one common voice of praise. If all cannot think alike, they can feel alike ; and the truest hymns are those which have come from an ex- perience common p the Christian heart, and so speak back again to that common experience. 1. The first consideration, in compiling this volume, ha"s been its use in the sanctuary. We have, therefore, endeav- ored to introduce hymns which combine a devotional spirit with lyrical excellence. And the richness of our hymnology renders it unnecessary to mar a book either with bad po- etry or undevout hymns. We have admitted a few hymns, it is true, not of a high order poetically, either because of their devotional value, or because they are endeared to Chris- tian hearts by long usage, or associated with some precious experience. On the other hand, a few have been introduced, which, in some measure, lack the devout element, because they seemed to be the only ones adapted to the occasions for which they are intended. 2. AAvare also of the precious ministry of the hymn book to the home in its varied experiences of joy and sorrow, and to the heart in its private religious needs, we have sought to make the volume a fit companion of the Bible in these uses, 3 PREFACE. as well as "in the house of the Lord." Thus, while our chuf aim has been to select hymns adapted to musical utterance in the choir and congregation, there are occasional selections which express so fittingly the unsung melody of the heart, and are so well suited to the more private uses of the hymn book, that they could not well be omitted. 3. "We have aimed to select hymns redolent with the vital doctrines and the living spirit of the gospel. We have not been afraid of hymns which contain no stronger expressions of divine truth than the Bible contains. We have neither been afraid of orthodoxy, nor of that "which some call heresy," while we have attempted no compromise with either. We have availed ourselves of the whole range of Christian hyninology. Dr. Watts stands first. Doddridge — the Milton of hymn-writers, — Charles Wesley — the sweet singer of Is- rael,— Montgomery, Cowpcr, Newton, Addison, Whittier, Bonar, Mrs. Steele, and Mrs. Barbauld, have a prominent place in the volume. Roman Catholic authors, as represented in the Lyra Catholiea, have been laid under contribution. The hymns of Iloratius Bonar, of Scotland, add much to the richness of the collection. Many of the hymns of this author, some also from the Lyra Germanica, and a number of others, among which are two or three of the rare hymns of Oliver Wendell Holmes, have never before appeared in a hymn book. Alterations of hymns have, as far as possible, been avoided. One entirely new feature of the book is, that no hymn is carried over from the right to the left hand page, and the trouble to the choir, and the rustle in the congregation, of leaf-turning, are thereby avoided. A few choice Selections for Chanting, arranged and prepared by Prof. H. P. Pierce, are added to the hymns. Special pains have been taken to render easy the selection of hymns suited to all subjects and occasions. The General Classification. Alphabetical Index of Subjects, Scripture In- dex, Index of First Lines of Stanzas, in addition to the Index of First Lines of Hymns, will, we believe, make the book, in this respect, all that can lie desired. In a word, the editors 'nave spared neither labor nor expense to make "The Christian Hymn Book" second to none in use — a book whose merits shall recommend it to all. We submit it to you, brethren, who appointed US to the work, and to the. churches scattered abroad, invoking upon it the blessing of onr heavenly Father* that it may aid in giving increased de- light in his high praises, and contribute to the advancement of his kingdom, and to the oi.okv or n is na.mk. T. C. Moi'LTOM, R. Edmunds, .January 1, 1808, W. IIvtiiawat. ■I HYMNS. PUBLIC WORSHIP. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 1. II. M. Watt* A Day in thy Courts. — Ps. 84. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are ! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God. 0, happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! 0, happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they Who love the way To Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears. 0, glorious seat, When God our Kins: Shall thither bring Our willing feet. V PUBLIC WORSHIP. 2. L. M. Watts. Hotc amiable are thy Tabernacles ! — Ps. 84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 0 Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 3 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate : God is their strength ; and through the road They lean upon their Helper, God. 4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. 3. S. P. M. Watts. Let us go into the House of the Lord. — ~Px. 122. 1 How pleased and blessed was I To hear the people cry, ' Come, let us seek our God to-day ! ' Yes, with a cheerful zeal We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful Bound. SANCTUARY AND SABBATIL May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest : The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest. My tongue repeats her tows ; ' Peace to this sacred house ! ' For here my friends and kindred dwell And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. 4. L. M. Surely the Lord is in this Place. — Gen. 28 : lfi. 1 Lo, God is here ! let us adore, And humbly bow before his face : Let all within us feel his power. Let all within us seek his grace. 2 Lo, God is here ! him, day and night, United choirs of angels sing : To him, enthroned above all height. Heaven's host their noblest praises bring 3 Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense till ; Still may we stand before thy face. Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 4 Sovereign of all below, above, Man's noblest work is serving thee ; Thy Spirit o'er our hearts shall move, And tune them all to harmony. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 5. 7s. Bowrino. The Temple. 1 In thy courts let peace be found ; Be thy temple full of love ; Here we tread on holy ground, All serene around, above. 2 While the knee in prayer is bent, While with praise the heart o'erflows, Tranquillize the turbulent, Give the weary one repose. 3 Be the place for worship meet, Meet the worship for the place — Contemplation's blest retreat, Shrine of guilelessness and grace ! 4 As an infant knows its home, Lord, may we thy temple know ; Hither for instruction come, Hence by thee instructed go. 6. S. M. E. Taylor. Invitation to the House of God. 1 Come to the house of prayer, 0 thou afflicted, come ; The God of peace shall meet thee there ; He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now ; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love ; Soon shall your trembling tongues bo dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow ; your voices raise ; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all, Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st .the mourner's call, — 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won. 7. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. Forsake not assembling together. — Heb. 10 : 25 1 In thy name, 0 Lord, assembling, We, thy people, now draw near : Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak, and let thy servants hear ; Hear with meekness — Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee : Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be, Till thy glory Without cloud in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore, Tasting of enjoyment greater Than they could conceive before, — Full enjoyment, — Holy bliss, forevermore. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 8. L. M. H. Mr abb. Coming together in the Name of Jesus. — Mat. 18:20. 1 Great God, the followers of thy Son. We bow before thy mercy-seat, To worship thee, the Holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet. 2 0, grant thy blessing here to-day ; 0, give thy people joy and peace ; The tokens of thy love display, And favor that shall never cease. 3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought :, His path of light we long to tread ; Here be his holy doctrines taught. And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith, and hope, and love abound ; Our sins and errors be forgiven ; And we, from day to day, be found Children of God and heirs of heave:;. 9. 7s. J. Taylor Wherewith shall I come before the Lord/ — Mic. 6:3. 1 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow ? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring, Whence the kind affections flow ; — 2 Willing hands, to lead the blind, Heal the wounded, feed the poor : Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store. 3 Teach us, 0 thou heavenly King, Thus to shoV our grateful mind, Thus th' accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind. SAINXTUARY AND SABBATH. 10. L. M. Watts. The Lord will give Grace and Glory. — Ps. 84 1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs : To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, 0 God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun — he makes our day ; God is our shield — he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too ; He gives us all things, and withholds No good from pure and upright souls. 11. CM. Newtow. A Blessing sought. 1 Great Shepherd of thy people, hoar ; Thy presence now display ; We kneel within thy house of prayer ; 0, give us hearts to pray. 2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove ; Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love. 3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, To kneel before thy face ; 0, make us, creatures of thy power, The children of thy grace. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 12. S. M. Watts. Call to joyous Worship. 1 Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place ; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 8 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 13. L. M. The House of God. 1 Be still ! be still ! for all around, On either hand, is holy ground : Here in his house the Lord to-day Will listen, while his people pray. 2 Thou, tossed upon the waves of care, Ready to sink with deep despair, Here ask relief, with heart sincere, And thou shalt find that God is here. s SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 Thou who hast laid within tho grave Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Believe their spirits now are near, For angels wait while God is here. 4 Thou who hast dear ones far away, In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray, Pray for them now, and dry the tear, And trust the God who listens here. 5 Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin. Deploring guilt that reigns within, The God of peace is ever near ; The troubled spirit meets him here. 14. H. M. Watts. The Lord God is a Sun and Shield. — Ps. 84. 1 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside : Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door, Than shine in courts. 2 God is our sun and shield, Our light, and our defence : With gifts his hands are filled ; We draw our blessings thence He shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace, And glory too. 3 The Lord his people loves ; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves From pure and upright souls : Thrice happy he, 0 God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 15. C. M. Watol Early will I seek thee. — Ps. 63 : 1. 1 Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine ; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my heart to sing. 16. Us & 5. Bowiuno. Prayer of a lowly Spirit. From the recesses of a lowly spirit Our humble prayer ascends : 0 Father, hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness ; Forgive its weakness. We see thy hand : it leads us, it supports us ; We hear thy voice : it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away ; and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 0, how long-suffering, Lord ! but thou delightest To win with love the wandering ; thou invitest By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4 Father and Saviour, plant within each bosom The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal. 17. 0. M. Watts. Wlxat shall I render unto the Lord t — Ps. 1 16 : 12. 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that nil thy house My offerings shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 1 Xow I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 5 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record ; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. li PUBLIC WORSHIP. 21 . C. M. A Blessing sought. 1 Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair ; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled conscience case, The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. 5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 22. c. M. Prayer for special Favor. 1 Within thy house, 0 Lord, our God, In glory now appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reacli every heart. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; Here give the mourners rest ; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies. 23. C. M. Watts. I was glad when they said unto me. — Ps. 122. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, ' In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day ' ! 2 I love her gates ; I love the road ; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ; With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blessed. 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; Here my best friends, my kindred, dwell ; Here God, my Saviour, reigns. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 24. 8s & 7s. J. Taylor The Fount of Blessing. 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. 2 From the Fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes, Mercy from above proclaiming- Peace and pardon from the skies. 3 Who may share this great salvation ? Every pure and humble mind, Every kindred, tongue, and nation, From the stains of guilt refined. 4 Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none, Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. 25. L. M. llEBEB. Seeking Refuge. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here : Weary and weak, thy grace we pray ; Turn not, 0 Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; VVildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tossed: Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, 0 Lord, thy guests away. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 26. C. M. Bowking. * Pure Worship. 1 The offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice Unless the heart is there. 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude ; No tribute but the vow sincere — The tribute of the good. 3 My offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by thee — If thy pure spirit touch my breast With its own purity. 4 0, may that spirit warm my heart To piety and love, And to life's lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above. 27. lis. Mrs. Osgood. I will be glad in the Lord. — Ps. 104 : 34. 1 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control ; God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust ; 0, serve him with gladness — the Loving and Just. 2 His bounty is tender, his being is love ; His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above ; Confiding, believing, 0, enter always His courts with thanksgiving, his portals with praise. 3 Come not to his temple with pride in thy mien, But lowly and simple, in courage serene ; Bring meekly before him the faith of a child, Bow down and adore him with heart undefiled. 17 PUBLIC WOBSHIP. 28. ii. m. Ask, and it shall be given you. — Mat. 7 7v 1 0 Thou that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry, And let thy servants share Thy blessing from on high : We plead the promise of thy word ; Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord. 2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry, If they, with love sincere, Their children's wants supply, Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray. 3 Our heavenly Father, thou ; We, children of thy grace : 0, let thy Spirit now Descend and fill the place, That all may feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise thy name. 29. C. M. Browne. Languid Devotion lamented. 1 Frequent the day of God returns To shed its quickening beams ; And yet, how slow devotion burns! How languid are its flames ! 2 Accept our faint attempts to love ; Our follies, Lord, forgive : Wo would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 Increase, 0 Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, And Sabbaths never end ; — 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, With heavenly lustre shine, Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine. 5 There shall we join, and never tire, To sing immortal lays, And, with the bright, seraphic choir, Sound forth Immaiuiel's praise. 30. C. M. Jervm. Ilomaje and Devotion. 1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal love. 2 Before the gracious throne we bow Of heaven's almighty King ; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing. 3 0 Lord, while in thy house we kneel With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. 4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing ; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring. 19 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 31. CM. Watts. God present in the Sanctuary. 1 My soul, how lovely is the pla^e To which thy God resorts ! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 32. S. M. Stennett. Even thine Altars, O Lord of Hosts. — Ps. 84 : 3. 1 How charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God, Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2 Not the fair palaces, To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court. 8 Here on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 4 Give me, 0 Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 33. 7s. MONTGOMEET. Did not our Heart burn within us t — Luke 24 : 32. 1 To thy templo I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there, When within the veil I meet Christ before the mercy-seat. 2 While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness. 3 While thy word is heard with awe, While we tremble at thy law, Let thy gospel's wondrous love Every doubt and fear remove: 34. L. M. Mrs. Gilmak. The Day of Rest. 1 We bless thee for this sacred day, Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest, May we improve thy calm repose, And, in God's service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys, its woes. 8 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May Prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 35. C. M. Barbauld The Sabbath of the Soul. 1 0 Father, though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way, No fear nor doubt shall enter here ; All shall be thine to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at thy shrine ; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine. 3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born ; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. 4 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control ; Ye shall not violate this day The sabbath of the soul. 5 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts : Let fires of vengeance die ; And, purged from sin, may 1 b^boW A God of purity ] 36. L. M. l(cjoici)uj in the Sabbath. 1 My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of thy returning day ; My thoughts, 0 God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest; Eternal King, erect thy throne, And reign sole Monarch in my breast. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 0, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away, Nor let rne feel one vain desire, One sinful thought, through all the day, 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. 37. II. 31. COTTERILL. The Day that God hath blessed. 1 Awake, ye saint?, awake, And hail this sacred day ; In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay ; Come, bless the day that God hath blessed, The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose : He burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings — Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign. 23 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 38. S. M. Ltte. Enjoyment in Worship. 1 Sweet is the work, 0 Lord, Thy glorious name to sing, To praise and pray, to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring ; — 2 Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell, And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell ; — 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join, in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. 39. 7s. Newton. The Sabbath in the Sanchiary. 1 Safely through another week God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day — Pay of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame ; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest, this day, in theo, SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 Here we come thy name to praise ; Let us feel thy presence near ; May thy glories meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear ; Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints : Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. 40. C. M. Mrs. Foli Eir, Love of Sabbath Service. 1 How sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven, To cast our earthly thoughts away, And think of God and heaven ! 2 How sweet to be allowed to pray Our sins may be forgiven — With filial confidence to say, ' Father, who art in heaven ' ! 3 And if, to make our sins depart, In vain the will has striven, He who regards the inmost heart Will send his 'grace from heaven. 4 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, The best of all the seven, When hearts unite their vows to pay Of gratitude to Heaven. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 41. C. M. Watts. This is the Day which the Lord hath made. — Ps. 118 : 24. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made ; He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day lie rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace, — Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. 4 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. 42. C. M. Barbauld. The Lord's Day Morning. 1 Again the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 0, what a night was that which wrapped The heathen world in gloom ! 0, what a sun which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 43. C. M. Lyt& Our Feet shall stand within thy Gates. — Ps. 122 : 2. 1 With joy we hail the sacred day Which God has called his own ; With joy the summons we obey To worship at his throne. 2 Spirit of grace, 0, deign to dwell Within thy church below ; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. 3 Let peace within her walls be found, Let all her sons unite To spread with grateful zeal around Her clear and shining light. 44. C. M. Blest Day of God. 1 Blest day of God, most calm, must bright, The first and best of days ; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, The day of prayer and praise. 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine : His rising thee did raise, And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days. 3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove Tq all the sheaves behind ; And they who do the Sabbath love, A happy week will find. 27 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 45. C. P. M. Tholuce. Sabbath Rest. 1 0 sacred day of holy rest, The Sabbath which the Lord hath blost, And to his people given, On thee descends a peaceful ray Of the eternal Sabbath day, My heritage in heaven. 2 0, ever sacred and sublime The Sabbath rest, a festal time God's mercy richly gave ; The peace he has eternally To-day he pours out as a sea, In which our souls may lave. 3 And now, in faith, my heart receives The rest the resurrection gives From Jesus' open grave ; And when I see him as he is, My soul shall reach her highest bliss, Her perfect rest shall have. 46. S. M. Watm. The Sabbath welcomed. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise, — Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here may we sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 One day amid the place Where Christ my Lord hath been Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. 47. Ts. S. F. Smith. Sabbath Evening. 1 Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day ; Gently as life's setting sun When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades ; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad ; Tis the holy peace of God — Symbol of the peace within When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the ekies, Pressing onward to the prize. 6 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heaven our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 3* 29 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 48. L. M. Raffles. The Hour of Prayer. 1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4 Blest hour — for where the Lord resorts Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 49. L. M. Stennett. They shall hallo iv my Sabbaths. — Ezek. 44 : 24. 1 Another six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day that God hath blest. 2 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies, And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he who feels it knows ! — 3 That heavenly calm within the breast, The earnest of that glorious rest Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 30 SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 4 -In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away ; How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 50. L. M. Barbauld. The Sacrifice of the Heart. 1 When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, "What rites, what honors, shall he pay ? How spread his sovereign name abroad ? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise, And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice ? 3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare ; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 51. C. M. Mason. The Sabbath a Delight.— Is. 58 : 13. 1 Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, This day which thou hast blest ; 0, bless tliis flock, and make this fold Enjoy a heavenly rest. 2 Welcome and precious to my soul Are these sweet days of love ; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above ! 3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray ; Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ; Here, in thine own appointed way, I wait to see thy face. PUBLIC WOilSHIP. 52. H. M. Haymard. Sabbath Morning. 1 Welcome, delightful morn ; Thou day of sacred rest, I hail thy kind return : Lord, make these moments blest. From low desires and fleeting toys 1 soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face. Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless the sacred hours. Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 53. L. M. Edmestoh. The Close of the Sabbath. 1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 The time how lovely and how still ! Peace shines and smiles on all below ; The -plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow. SANCTUARY AND SABBATH. 3 Season of rest — the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, aud melts in love ; And, while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 4 Nor will our days of toil be long ; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath, of our God. o4. L. M. Montgomery. Sabbath Evening. 1 Within thy courts have millions met, Millions this day before thee bowed ; Their faces heavenward were set ; Their vows to thee, 0 God, they vowed. 2 Still, as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, and deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep. 3 From cast to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs ; And still where evening stretched her shade The stars came forth to hear their songs. 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh Hath failed, this day, some suit to gain ; To hearts that sought thee thou wast nigh, Nor hath one sought thy face in vain. 5 The poor in spirit thou hast fed ; The feeble soul hath strengthened been ; The mourner thou hast comforted ; TIk pure in heart their God have seen. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 55. L. M. DOPDRIDGB. The Sabbath a Type of Heavenly Rest. 1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire With earnest hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 0 long-expected day, begin ; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 56. L. M. Watt* Deliyht in Praise. 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 0, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp, of solemn sound. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his wora : Thy works of grace, how bright they shine [low deep thy counsels, how divine ! 4 And I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. u Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below, And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 57. L. M. Be t/tou exalted, O God. — Vs. o~. 1 Be thou, 0 God, exalted high ; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here as there obeyed. 2 (3 God, my heart is fixed ; 'tis bent Its thankful tribute to present; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord,- 1 will resound To all the listening nations round ; Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. I Be thou, 0 God, exalted high ; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here as there obeyed. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 58. c. P. M. Ooilvie. Praise ye Him, all his Hosts. — Ps. 148. 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay ; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name ; Lo, heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, While all th' adoring throngs around His boundless mercy sing ; Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. o Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ; Ye feathered warblers of th Harmonious anthems raise To Him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings witli gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 4 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, — Let man, in God's own image made, — His breath in praise employ ; Spread wide his Maker's name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back the tsound. The song of holy joy. 59. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord. — Is. G : 3. Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be thy glorious name adored ; Lord, thy mercies never fail ; Hail celestial goodness, hail ! ADORATION AND PRAISE. 2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear, Deign our humble songs to hear ; Purer praise we hope to bring When around thy throne we sing. 3 While on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in thy way, Till we come to dwell with thee, Till we all thy glory see. 4 Then, with angel-harps, again We will wake a nobler strain ; There in joyful songs of praise Our triumphant voices raise. 60. ii. m. Universal Praize. 1 Ye boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's fame ; His praise your song employ Above the starry frame ; Your voices raise, I And seraphim, Ye cherubim I To sing his praise. 2 Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy name. By whose almighty word They all from nothing came ; And all shall last, From changes free His firm decree Stands ever fast. 3 United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise. Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise. Earth's utmost ends His power obey ; His glorious sway The sky transcends. 37 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 61. 6s & 4s. Invocation. 1 Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing ; Help us to praise ; Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days. 2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord. By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend. Come, and thy people bless ; Come, give thy word success : Make thine own holiness On us descend. Q Never from us depart ; Rule thou in every heart, Hence, evermore ; Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. 62. 8s & 7s. Praise ye the Lord. — Ps. 148. 1 Praise the Lord ; ye heavens, adore him Praise him, angels, in the height ; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light. Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws, which never can be broken, For their guidance lie hath made. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 2 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious ; Sin and death shall not prevail. Praise the God of our salvation ; Hosts on high, his power proclaim Heaven, and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name. 63. ir. m. Holy, Lord God Almighty. — Rev. 15 : 3. 1 0 holy, holy Lord, Creation's sovereign King, Thy majesty adored Let all thy creatures sing, Nor time shall see Thy sway depart. Who wast, and art And art. to be ; 2 Great are thy works of praise. 0 God of boundless might ; All just and true thy ways, Thou King of saints in light. Let all above And all below Conspire to show Thy power and love 3 Who shall not fear thee. Lord, And magnify thy name': Thy judgments sent abroad Thy holiness proclaim. Nations shall throng I And thee adore From every shore. j In holy song. 4 While all the powers on high Their swelling chorus raise, Let earth and man reply, And echo back thy praise — Thy glory own, First, last, and best, 39 God ever blest, And God alone. ! PUBLIC WORSHIP. 64. C. M. Patrick. Te Deiim. 1 0 God, we praise thee, and confess That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud ; To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry, — 3 0 holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway. 4 The apostles' glorious company, And prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host,. Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, 0 Lord, confesses thee, That thou eternal Father art, Of boundless majesty. 65. L. M. Watts. Serve the Lord with Gladness. — Ps. 100. 1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 8 We are his people, we his care — Our souls and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise ; And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command ; Vast as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 66. II. M. Watts. Exhortation to Praise. 1 Ye tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise ; In worlds of light Begin the song. Ye holy throng Of angels bright, 2 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move, By his supreme command. He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came To praise the Lord. Let all the nations fear The God that rules above ; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love ; While earth and sky Attempt his praise, 4* His saints shall raise His honors high. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 67 C. M. Sternhold, He bowed the Heavens and came down. — Ps. 18 : 9. 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain ; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. 68. L. M. Blacklock. Majesty and Dominion of God. 1 Come, 0 my soul, in sacred lays Attempt thy great Creator's praise ; But, 0, what tongue can speak his fame ? What verse can reach the lofty theme ? 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears ; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs Almighty power, with wisdom, shines ; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Declare the glory of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue Till listening worlds shall join the song 42 ADORATION AND PRAISE. ^9. s. M. vvati* Greatness of God's Mercy. 1 My soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great. Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. o High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 70. L. M. CONDER. r raise to the Eternal King. The Lord is King ; lift up thy voice, 0 earth, and, all ye heavens, rejoice ; From world to world the joy shall ring — The Lord omnipotent is King. The Lord is King ; child of the dust, The Judge of all the earth is just ; Holy and true are all his ways : Let every creature speak his praise. Come, make your wants, your burdens known; The contrite soul he'll ne'er disown ; And angel bands are waiting there His messages of love to bear. 0, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake, Then may his children cease to sing, The Lord omnipotent is King, 43 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 71. 6s & 4s. Goom. Praise in the Courts of the Lord. 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name, Praise through his courts proclaim ; Rise and adore ; High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power. 2 Now let the trumpet raise Triumphant sounds of praise, Wide as his fame ; There let the harp be found ; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. 3 While his high praise ye sing, Strike every sounding string — Sweet the accord. He vital breath bestows ; Let every breath that flows His noblest fame disclose : Praise ye the Lord. 72. C. M. WATT8. Access to God by a Mediator. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. 2 Come, let us bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord ; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son ; High let ns raise our notes of praise, And reach th' almighty throne. 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high, And glory to th' eternal King, Who lays his anger by. 73. S. M. Montgomery. Bless ye the Lord. — Ps. 103. 1 0, bless the Lord, my soul ; His grace to thee proclaim ; And all that is within me, join To bless his. holy name. 2 0, bless the Lord, my soul ; His mercies bear in mind ; Forget not all his benefits ; The Lord to thee is kind. y He will not always chide ; He will with patience wait ; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. 4 The Lord forgives thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath ; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. 5 Then bless his holy name Whose grace hath made thee whole, Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days : 0, bless the Lord, my soul. 4 45 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 74. S. M. W^TTH. Call to Worship. — Ps. 95, 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown ; * He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne ; Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his work, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 75. C. M. Watts. 1 will praise thy Name forever and ever. — Ps. 145. 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love ; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. , 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown ; 0, let his praise be great ; I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice, The men who hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voico. N ADORATION AND PRAISE. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways, Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 6 The world is governed by thy hand ; Thy saints are ruled by love ; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. 70. L. M. O. AV. Holmes. Divine Presence. 1 Lord of all being, throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star ; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! 2 Sun of our life, thy wakening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is. thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign : All, save the clouds of sin, are thine. 4 Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. 5 Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for tlree, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 77. L. M. Wattsl Come before his Presence with Singing. — Ps. 100. 1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice ; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give ; We are his work, and not our own — The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair, And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; Great is bis grace, his mercy sure ; And all the race of man shall find His-truth from age to age endure. 78. 8s & 7s. Fawcktt. God of our Salvation. 1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator ; Praise be thine from every tongue ; Join, my soul, with every creature, — Join the universal song. 2 Father, Source of all compassion, Free, unbounded grace is thine : Hail the God of our salvation ; Praise him for his love divine. 8 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Hound liis praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 4 Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise ; There, enraptured, fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 79. C. M. H. M. Williams. Devotion. 1 While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed : To thee my thoughts would soar : Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see ! Each blessing to my soul more dear Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear — That heart shall rest on thee. 49 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 80. L. M. Browne. WorsJtip of God. 1 Eternal God, almighty cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown, All things are subject to thy laws ; All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possessed : Controlled by none are thy commands ; Thou in thyself alone art blessed. 8 Worship to thee alone belongs ; Worship to thee alone we give ; Thine be our hearts, and thine our songs, And to thy glory may we live. 4 Lord, spread thy name through heathen lands ; Their idol deities dethrone ; Subdue the world to thy commands, And, as thou art, reign God alone. 81. S. M. Montgomery. Exhortation to Praise. 1 Arise, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ; Arise, and bless the Lord your God With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 0 for the living flame, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our souls inspire, And wing to heaven our thought ! 3 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours ; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. ADORATION AND PRAISE. 4 Arise, and bless the Lord ; The Lord your God adore ; Arise, and bless his glorious name Henceforth forevermore. 82. 3s & 7s. Holy, holy, holy Lord. — Rev. 4 : 8. 1 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord. Heaven is still with anthems ringing ; Earth takes up the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy, singing, Lord of hosts, thou Lord most high. 2 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thoughts his greatness raises, And our love his gifts excite. With his seraph train before him, With his holy church below, Thus unite we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. 3 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord. Thus thy glorious name confessing, We adopt the angels' cry : Holy, holy, holy, blessing Thee, the Lord our God most high. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 83. L. M. Watte. Be thou exalted, O God. — Ps. 57. 1 My God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry ; The Lord will my desires perform ; He sends his angels from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm 3 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise Immortal honors to thy name ; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise — My tongue, the glory of my frame. 4 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky ; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. 5 Be thou exalted, 0 my God, Above the heavens where angels dwell. Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 84. L. M. Doddridge Song of Gratitude and Praise. 1 God of .my life, through all my days I'll tune the grateful notes of praise ; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, The notes of praise, ascending high, Shall check tin: murmur and the sigh. ADORATION AND PRAISE. When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all the powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But, 0, when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies ! 5 The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul can livi A work so sweet, a theme so hig Demands and crowns eternity. 85. II. M. J. YOLWG God's wondrous Love. 1 0 for a shout of joy High as the theme we sing! To this divine employ Your hearts and voices bring ; Sound, sound through all the eartli abroad The love, til' eternal love, of God. 2 Unnumbered myriads stand Of seraphs bright and fair ; Or bow at his right hand, And pay their homage there, But strive in vain, with loudest chord, To sound the wondrous love of God. 3 Though earth and hell assail, And doubts and fears arise, The weakest shall prevail, And grasp the heavenly prize, And through an endless age record The love, th' unchanging love, of God. 53 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 86. L. M. Watts Bless the Lord, O my Soul. — Ps. 103. 1 Bless, 0 my soul, the living God ; Call home thy thoughts, that rove abroad ; Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, 0 my soul, the God of grace ; His favors claim thy highest praise ; Let not the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot. 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done ; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Let every land his power confess ; Let all the earth adore his grace ; My heart and tongue with rapture join In work and worship so divine. MORNING AND EVENING. 87. L. M. Watts. lie shall be as the Light of the Morning. — 2 Sam. 23 : 4. 1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant dotli rejoice To run his journey through the skies, — 2 0, like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind and active will March on, and keep my heavenly way. w MORNING AND EVENING. 3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure; Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with this. 88. • C. 31. Steele. Gratitude and Supplication. 1 God of my life, my morning song To thee I cheerful raise ; Thine acts of love 'tis good to sing, And pleasant 'tis to praise. 2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene, and safe from every harm, To see the morning light. 3 While numbers spent the night in si^hs, And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, And woke from sweet repose. 4 0, let the same almighty care Through all this day attend ; From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps defend. 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days ; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise. 55 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 89. i, m. Thou shalt seek me in the Morning. — Job 7 : 21 1 Now with creation's early song, Let us, the children of the day, Cast off the darkness which so long Has led our guilty souls astray. 2 0, may the morn, so pure, so clear, Its own sweet calm in us instil — A guileless mind, a heart sincere, Simplicity of word and will. 3 And ever, as the day glides by, May we the busy senses rein, Keep guard upon the hand and eye. Nor let the body suffer stain. 4 Give grace, 0 God, for love of thee, To scorn all vanities below, Faith to detect each falsity, And knowledge thee alone to know. 90. S. M. Bona* Begin with God. 1 Begin the day with God ; He is thy sun and day ; He is the radiance of thy dawn : To him address thy lay. 2 Sing thy first song to God, Not to thy fellow-man, — Not to the creatures of his hand, But to the glorious One. 3 Look up beyond, these clouds — Thither thy pathway lies ; Mount up, away, and linger not : Thy goal is yonder skies. MORNING AND EVENING. 4 Cast every weight aside ; Do battle with each sin ; Fight with the faithless world without, The faithless heart within. 5 Take thy first walk with God ; Let him go forth with thee ; By stream, or sea, or mountain-path Seek still his company. 6 Thy first transaction be With God himself above : So shall thy business prosper well, And all the day be love. 91. L.M. An ancient Psalm of the Morning. 1 0 Christ, with each returning morn, Thine image to our heart be borne ; And may we ever clearly see Our Friend and Saviour, Lord, in thee. 2 All hallowed be our walk this day ; May meekness form our early ray. And faithful love our noontide light, And hope our sunset calm and bright. 3 May grace each idle thought control, And sanctify our wayward soul ; May guile depart, and malice cease, And all withi-n be joy and peace. 4 Our daily course, 0 Jesus, bless ; Make plain the way of holiness ; From sudden falls our feet defend, And cheer at last our journey's end. 57 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 92. L. M. Hawk i:s worth The Morning Hoar. 1 In sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night ; Again I see the breaking shade, And drink again the morning light. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour, Once more with awe rejoice to be ; My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my guardian God, to thee. 3 0, guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet arc doomed to tread, And spread thy shield's protecting blaze When dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade shall soon impend, A deeper sleep my eyes oppress ; Yet then thy strength shall still defend, Thy goodness still delight to bless. 5 That deeper shade shall break away, That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes ; Thy light shall give eternal day ; Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 9 3. C. M. Montgomery, Ackoiclcdging God's Hand. 1 What secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the nigbt, And opens earth and sky ? 2 'Tis thine, my God — the same that kept My resting hours from harm ; No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath th' Almighty's arm. MORNING AND EVENING. 3 Tis thine my daily bread that brings* Like manna scattered round, And clothes me as the lily springs In beauty from the ground. 4 May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place. 94. C. M. Watts. Mi/ Voice shnlt thou hear in the Morning. — Ps. 5 : 3. 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye, — 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thine holy com t, And worship in thy fear. 5 0, may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face. 59 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 95. C. M. Watts. Day unto Day uttereth Speech. — Ps. 19 : 2. 1 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes : Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him who rules the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats ; The day renews the sound, Wide as the heavens on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 8 Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night. 96. L. M. Watts. Let my Prayer be as Incense. — Ps. 141. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thy house ; And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word ; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 3 0, may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way : Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer, my head. 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to Heaven for their relief, And by my warm petitions prove How much 1 prize their faithful love MORNING AND EVENING. 97. L. M. Kenw. I will sing aloud in the Morning. — Ps. 59 : 16. 1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing- High praises to th' eternal King. 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I to thee my vows renew ; Dispel my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 98. L. M. O, keep my Soul. — Ps. 25 : 20. 1 0 blest Creator of the light, Who dost the dawn from darkness bring, And, framing nature's depth and height, Didst with the new-born light begin, — 2 Who, gently blending eve with morn, And morn with eve, didst call them day, Thick flows the flood of darkness down; 0, hear us as we weep and pray. 3 Teach us to knock at heaven's high door ; Teach us the prize of life to win ; Teach us all evil to abhor, And purifv ourselves within. 5 61 I PUBLIC WORSHIP. 99. l. M. Evening. 1 Again, as evening's shadow falls, We gather in these hallowed walls, And vesper hymn and vesper prayer Rise mingling on the holy air. 2 May struggling hearts, that seek release, Here find the rest of God's own peace, And, strengthened here hy hymn and prayer, Lay down the burden and the care. 3 0 God, our Light, to thee we bow ; Within all shadows standest thou ; Give deeper calm than night can bring, Give sweeter songs than lips can sing. 4 Life's tumult we must meet again ; We cannot at the shrine remain ; But in the spirit's secret cell May hymn and praise forever dwell. 100. L. M. GRA.NT. The Morning and Evening Light. 1 When, streaming from the eastern skies. The morning light salutes mine eyes, 0 Sun of Righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine ; 0, chase the clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, And be mv Advocate with God. MORNING AND EVENING. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard rne, my Saviour, while I rest ; # And, as each morning sun shall rise, 0, lead me onward to the skies. 4 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face, and sing thy praise. 101. S. M. Xow, when the Even was come. — Matt. 26 : 20. 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear ; 0, may wo all remember well The night of death draws near. 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest ; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what is here possessed. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And if we early rise, And view th' unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. • 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, 0, may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. G3 PUBLIC worship. 102. C. M. M*s. Brown. W/icn Evening v:as come, He was there alone. — M;itt. 14 : 23. 1 I love to steal a while away • From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day Jn humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect dotli my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 103. Ss & 7s. EdmestoKi The Darkneu hideth not from Thee.— Pi. 139 : 12. 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing: Thou canst save, and thou canst hcaL Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow near us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us; We are safe if thou art nigh. MORNING AND EVENING. i 2 Though the night bo dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art He who, never weary, Watcheth where thy people he ; Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom, 104. L. M. Watts. An Evening Hymn. 1 Thus far the Lord lias led mo on ; Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my lollies past ; He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear : 0, may thy presence ne'er depart ; And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break the tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound 05 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 105. 12s & lis. Heber. Vesper Hymn. 1 See daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea, And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee. 2 For oft wouldst thou wander alone on the moun- tain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave; Now, filling our souls from thy light's ceaseless foun- tain, Be near in the darkness to bless and to save. 8 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o'er night's deep, Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow, And shield us from evil though death watch our sleep. 106. L. M. Kenn. Under the SJiadow of thy Wings. — Ps. 17 : S. 1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, 0, keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son, The ill which I this day have done, That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may ho. 3 Teach me to live that 1 may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die that so I may ^ Rise glorious at thy judgment day. MORNING AND EVENING. 4 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep ; Thy watchful station near me keep ; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill. 5 Lord, let my soul forever share The bliss of thy paternal care ; "Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love. 107. C. M. L. Bacon Remembered thy Name in the Xigld. — Ps. 119 : 55. 1 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day ! Begone, disturbing care ; And look, my soul, from earth away. To Him who heareth prayer. 2 How sweet the tear of penitence Before his throne of grace, While to the contrite spirit's sense lie shows his smiling face ! 3 How sweet, through long-remembered years, His mercies to recall, And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears. To trust* his love for all ! 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up To his fair home on high ! 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven, To dawn beyond the west ; So let my soul, in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. G7 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 108. 7s & 6s. Reflections at Sunset. 1 The mellow cvc is gliding Serenely down the west ; So, every care subsiding, My soul would sink to rest. 2 The woodland hum is ringing The daylight's gentle close; May angels, round mo singing. Thus hymn my last repose. 3 The evening star has lighted Her crystal lamp on high ; So, when in death benighted, May hope illume the sky. 4 In golden splendor dawning, The morrow's light shall break : 0, on the last bright morning May I in glory wake. 109. 7s. FUttNKSfc The Light of Stars. 1 Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Kails the darkness: 0, how still Is the working of his will ! 2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh, Work in me as silently : Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights. 3 Living stars to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought; I [igh and infinite desires Flaming like those upper fires. MORNING AND EVENING. 4 Holy truth, eternal right, Let them break upon my Bight; Let them shine serene and still, And with light my being fill. 110. 8s & 7s. Evening Sacrifice. 1 On the dewy breath of even Thousand odors mingling rise, Borne like incense up to heaven — Nature's evening sacrifice. 2 With her favorite offerings blending, Let our glad thanksgiving be, To thy throne, 0 Lord, ascending — Incense of our hearts to thee. 3 Thou whose favors without number All our days with gladness bless, Let thine eye, that knows no slumber. Guard our hours of helplessness. 4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping In the outer courts of death, Safe beneath a Father's keeping, Calm we rest in perfect faith. 111. 8s & 7s. Tarry, Saviour, at Evening. 1 Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; See! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour ; Lay my head upon thy breast Till the morning ; then awake me — Morning of eternal rest. 69 PUBLIC WORSHIP. CLOSING HYMNS. 112. L. M. Doddridge. Christian Farewell. 1 Thy presence, ever-living God, Wide through all nature spreads abroad ; Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep, In every place thy children keep. 2 To thee we now commit our ways, And still implore thy heavenly grace ; Still cause thy face on us to shine, And guard and guide us still as thine. 3 Give us within thy house to raise Again united songs of praise ; Or, if that joy no more be known, Give us to meet around thy throne. 113. 8s & 7s. Sarah F. Adams, Peace be with you. 1 Part in peace : is day before us ? Praise his name for life and light ; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us ? Bless his care who guards the night. 2 Part in peace — with deep thanksgiving Rendering, as we homeward tread, Gracious service to the living, Tranquil memory to the dead. .. 3 Part in peace : such are the praises God our Maker loveth best ; Such the worship that upraises Euman hearts to heavenly rest. 70 CLOSING HYMNS. 114. 8s, 7s & 4. BURDEJL Dismission. 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing ; Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; 0, refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound : May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound. May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 Then, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey. May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. 115. C. M. JlEBER. For a Blessing on Truth. 1 0 God, by whom the seed is given, By whom the harvest blest, Whose word, like manna sent from heaven, Is planted in our breast, — 2 Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air, The sultry sun's inteiiser heat, And weeds of worldly care. 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown, Do thou thy grace supply : The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 116. L. M. Montgomery. He calleth his own Sheep by Name. — John 10 : 3. 1 Now may the Lord, our Shepherd, lead To living streams his little flock ; May he in flowery pastures feed, Shade us at noon beneath the rock. 2 Now may we hear our Shepherd's voice, And gladly answer to his call ; Now may our hearts for Him rejoice Who knows, and names, and loves us all. 3 When the chief Shepherd shall appear, And small and great before him stand, 0, be the flock assembling here Found with the sheep on his right hand. 117. S. M. Watts, Universal Praise. 1 Thy name, almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands : Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ; Thy truth forever stands. 2 Far be thine honor spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more. 118. 8s & 7s. The God of Peace be with you all. — Rom. 1 "> : 33 1 Go in peace ! serene dismission To the loving heart made known, When it pours, in deep contrition, Prayer before th' eternal throne. CLOSING HYMNS. 2 Go in peace, thy sins forgiven ; Christ hath healed thee, set thee free ; Every spirit- fetter riven : Go in peace and liberty. 3 Saviour, breathe this benediction O'er our spirits while we pray ; Let us part in sweet conviction Thou hast blessed our souls to-day. 119. 8s, 7s & 4. O, keep my Soul. — Ps. 2-5 : 20. 1 Keep us, Lord, 0, keep us ever ; Vain our hope if left by thee ; We are thine : 0, leave us never Till thy glorious face we see — Then to praise thee Through a bright eternity. 2 Precious is thy word of promise — Precious to thy people here ; Never take thy presence from us : Jesus, Saviour, still be near ; Living, dying, May thy name our spirits cIiclu*. 120. 8s & Ts. Newton. Apostolic Benediction. 1 May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. 73 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 121. 8s, 7s & 4. * Jat. Prayer for a Blessing. 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit, Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each Heart thy grace inherit, Raise the weak, the hungry feed ; From the gospel Now supply thy people's need. 2 0, may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's designed to give ; Let us all, thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive, And forever To thy praise and glory live. 122. L. M. SHRU13S0LE Closing Hymn. 1 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake ; Put on thy strength, the nations shake ; Now let the world adoring see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 2 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim Through every clime of every name ; Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 123. 7s. Newtgn Parting of Christians. 1 Foil a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend. 2 Father, hear our humble prayer ; Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy cafe All our souls in safety keep. 74 CLOSING HYMNS. 124. L. M. Waits. The Love of Christ passeth Knowledge. — Eph. 3 : 19. 1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be expressed. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength. Make our expanding souls possess And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of thine immeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God whose power can do More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honors done By all the church, through Christ, his Son- 125. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelly. ' The Close of Worship. 1 God of our salvation, hear us ; Bless, 0, bless us ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow : Saviour, keep us — Keep us safe from every foe. 2 May we live in view of heaven, Where we hope to see thy face ; Save us from unhallowed leaven, All that might obscure thy grace ; Keep us walking Each in his appointed place. 3 As our steps are drawing nearer To the place we call our home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come, And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. 75 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 126. L. M. Moravian. 1 Thy name be hallowed evermore ; 0 God, thy kingdom come with power ; Thy will be done, and, day by day, Give us our daily bread, we pray. 2 Lord, evermore to us be given The living Bread that came from heaven ; Water of life on us bestow : Thou art the Source, the Giver thou. 127. L. M. Watts 1 From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 128. L. M. Kenn. T. Praise God, from whom all blessingb flow ; Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ii. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him, ye angels round the throne ; Praise God, the high and holy One. 129. Gloria Patri. Glory be to the Father, through the Son, And by the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall World without end. Amen. [be, GOD. — BEING AND GREATNESS. GOD. BEING AND GREATNESS. 130. C. M. H. K. White. Almighty Power and Majesty of God. 1 The Lord our God is clottied with might ; The winds obey his will ; He speaks, and in the heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar ; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; Without his high behest Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar ; In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. Glory to thee, 0 God, most high ; Father, we thee adore ; We praise thy power and majesty, Jehovah, evermore. 6 77 (JOD. 131. L. M. Being of God. 1 All-powerful, self-existent God, Who all creation dost sustain, Thou wast, and art, and art to come. And everlasting is thy reign. 2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminished lustre shine. 3 Fountain of being, Source of good, Immutable thou dost remain ; Nor can the shadow of a change Obscure the glories of thy reign. 4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve. If such the great Creator's will ; But thou forever art the same ; I am is thy memorial still. 132. C. M. Thomson. Fountain of all Good. 1 Jehovah, God, thy gracious power On every hand we see ; 0, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy love our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. BEING AND GREATNESS. 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, Thy hand, 0 God, we see ;_ And all the blessings we receive Proceed alone from thee. 5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend ; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father and our Friend. 133. C. M. Watts. Wlio can be compared unto the Lord f — Ps. 89 : 6. 1 With reverence let the saints appear. And bow before the Lord ; His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word. 2 Great God, how high thy glories rise ! How bright thine armies shine ! Where is the power with thee that vies, Or truth compared to thine ? 3 The northern pole, and southern, rest On thy supporting hand ; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at thy command. 4 Thy words the raging winds control, And move the boisterous deep ; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. 5 Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace ; While truth and mercy, joined in one, Invite us near thy face. "79 000, 134. L. M. From everlasting thou art God. — Ps. 90 : 2. 1 Ere mountains reared their forms sublimo, Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages, in their flight, With thee are as a fleeting day ; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, ' A passing thought, that soon is o'er, That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. i To us, 0 Lord, the wisdom give, Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with thee may live, Where life and bliss shall never end. 135. C. M. Watts. Eternity of God. 1 Great God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms arc we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made ; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 8 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view ; To thee there's nothing old appears ; Great God, there's nothing new. so BEING AND GREATNESS. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares, While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 136. c. M. / am the Lord ; I change not. — Mai. 3 :6. 1 Through endless years thou art the same, 0 thou eternal God ; Each future age shall know thy name, And tell thy works abroad. 2 The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid ; By thee the beauteous arch of heaven With matchless skill was made. 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, Created by thy hand, Be, like a vesture, laid aside. And changed at thy command. 4 But thy perfections all divine, Eternal as thy days, Through everlasting ages shine, With undiminished rays. 5 Our children's children, still thy care, Shall own their fathers' God, To latest times thy favor share, And spread thy praise abroad. GOD. 137. L. M. Moore. God in all. 1 There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity. 2 There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again. 3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name. 138. 6s. Drummond Besides me there is no God. — Is. 44 : 6. 1 The God who reigns alone O'er earth, and sea, and sky, Let man with praises own, And sound his honors high. 2 Him all in heaven above, Him all on earth below, Th' exhaustless Source of love, The great Creator, know. 3 He formed the living frame, He gave the reasoning mind , Then only he may claim The worship of mankind. 4 So taught his only Son, Blest messenger of grace : Th' Eternal is but one ; No second holds his place. BEING AND GBEATNESS. 139. C. M. Needham Holy and reverend it his Name. — Ps. Ill : 9. 1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King : Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry ; Thrice holy ! let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, 0 my soul, to God ; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; A broken heart shall please him more Than noblest forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God, preserve my soul From all pollution free ; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see. 140. C. M. DUENNA*. The Heavens cannot contain thee. — 1 Kings 8 : 27. 1 The heaven of heavens cannot contain The universal Lord ; Yet he in humble hearts will deign To dwell, and be adored. 2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice Of fervent praise and prayer, Or on the earth, or in the skies, The God of heaven is there. 3 His presence is diffused abroad Through realms, through worlds unknown ; Who seek the mercies of our God Are ever near his throne. GOD. 141. vl. JM. WATl-ft. He is ObOthea with Majesty. — Ps. 98. 1 Tirs Lord Jehovah reigns ; His throne is built on high ; The garments he assumes Are light and majesty : His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight. 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe ; His truth and justice stand To guard his holy law ; And where his love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace. 3 And can this mighty King . Of glory condescend ? And will he write his name My Father and my Friend ? I love his name ; I love his word : Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord. 142. C. M. Watts Lord, thou hast been our Dwelling-place. — Ps. 90 : 1. 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years, to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home, ■ — 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne Thy saints.have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. SI BEING AND GREATNESS. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 4 Return, ye sons of men ; ' All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 0 God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. 143. L. M. Needham God only wise. 1 Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him who gave thee power to sing ; Praise Him who has all praise above, The Source of wisdom and of love. 2 How vast his knowledge, how profound ! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned , The stars he numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. 3 Through each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold ; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak his wisdom all divine. 4 But in redemption, 0, what grace ! Its wonders, 0, what thought can trace ! Here wisdom shines forever bright : Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. GOD. 144. C. M. CONDER. God in the still small Voice. — 1 Kings 19 : 12. 1 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, Above that dome of sky, Farther than thought itself can flee, Thy dwelling is on high ; Yet dear the awful thought to me That thou, my God, art nigh. 2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air ; The waves obey thy dread control, Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, 0 my soul, Who yet is everywhere ? 3 0, not in circling depth or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though veiled from sight,— There does his Spirit rest. 0, come, thou Presence infinite, And make thy creature blest. 145. C. M. Watts. Whither shall I go from thy Spirit 1 — Ps. 139 : 7. 1 In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. BEING AND GREATNESS. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 0, wondrous knowledge, deep and high ; Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 146. L. M. Guyom. Am I a God at hand ? — Jer. 23 : 23. 1 0 Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spent ! Where'er I dwell, I dwell with thee — h\ heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 2 To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 3 While place we seek or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with my God to guide my way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 4 Could I be cast where thou art not, That were, indeed, a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. GOD. 147. C. M. E. Scott. Presence of God. 1 Great God, thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers ; With awe profound my wandering soul Falls prostrate, and adores. 2 To be eneompassed round with God, The holy and the just, Armed with omnipotence to save Or crumble me to dust, — 3 0, how tremendous is the thought! Deep may it be impressed ; And may thy Spirit firmly grave This truth within my breast. 4 By thee observed, by thee sustained, Should earth or hell oppose, I press with dauntless courage on To meet the proudest foes. 5 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul The gloomy vale shall tread ; And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown Of glory on my head. 148. L. M. Watts. Whither shall I go from thy Spirit f — Ps. 139 : 7. 1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting. hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break. 88 BEING AND GREATNESS. 3 Within thy circling power I stand ; On every side I find thy hand ; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great — What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 0, may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. 149. C. M. Faber. Herein is Love — 1 John 4 : 10. 1 My God, how wonderful thou art ! Thy majesty how bright ! How glorious is thy mercy-seat, In depths of burning light ! 2 Yet I may love thee too, 0 Lord, Almighty as thou art, For thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 3 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother half so mild, Bears and forbears as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. 4 My God, how wonderful thou art, Thou everlasting Friend ! On thee I stay my trusting heart, Till faith in vision end. 89 GOD. 150. L. M. SriElA. Who shut up the Sea with Doors. — Job 38 : S. 1 The Lord, the God of glory, reigns, In robes of majesty arrayed ; His rule omnipotence sustains, And guides the worlds his hands have made. 2 The swelling floods tumultuous rise, Aloud the angry tempests roar, Lift their proud billows to the skies, And foam, and lash the trembling shore. 8 The Lord, the mighty God, on high, Controls the fiercely-raging seas ; He speaks, and noise and tempest fly ; The waves sink down in gentle peace. i Thy sovereign laws are ever sure ; Eternal purity is thine ; And, Lord, thy people shall be pure, And in thy blest resemblance shine. 151. CM. Watts. God trieth the Hearts. — Ps. 7 : 9. lv God is a Spirit, just and wise ; He sees our inmost mind ; In vain to Heaven we raise our cries, And leave our hearts behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear ; The painted hypocrites are known, Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground ; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found. 90 BEING AND GREATNESS. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy lace, And find acceptance there. 152. s. Si. God present Everywhere. 1 God of almighty power, How glorious are thy ways ! Angels thy majesty adore ; All creatures speak thy praise. 2 Wherever earth is fair, Or brighter worlds extend. Almighty Sovereign, thou art there, Creation's Lord and Friend. % And where the stars arc not, Nor sun hath ever shone, Beyond the flight of human thought, There thou art God alone. 4 Heaven is thy glorious throne, Earth does thy footstool seem ; But souls redeemed thou lov'st to own Thy richer diadem. 153. L. M. The Eternal God. 1 With glory clad, with strength arrayed, The Lord that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundation strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. 2 How sure established is thy throne ! Which shall no change or period see ; For thou, 0 Lord, and thou alone, Art God from all eternity. GOD. IN NATURE. <> 154, L. M. Moore. All Things are of God. L Thou art. 0 God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see : Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those' fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 155. CM. Keble. The Book of Nature. 1 There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts ; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God, above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show Hew God himself is found. «2 IN NATURE. 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Father's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 4 Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the earth and sky. 5 Thou who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out thee, And read thee everywhere. 156. 7 s. Waterstok. Nature unveiled to the Pure. JL Nature, with eternal youth, Ever bursts upon thy sight ; All her works are types of truth, Mirrors of celestial light. 2 But the soul, when veiled in sin, And eclipsed with fear and doubt, From the darkened world within Throws its shade on that without, — 3 While to those who, pure in heart, For the truth their powers employ, She will constant good impart, And diffuse perpetual joy. 4 If the mind would nature see, Let her cherish virtue more : Goodness bears the golden key That unlocks her palace door. 7 03 GOD. 157. L. M. DODDRIDGB. God's Love in Nature. 1 Father of lights, we sing thy name, Who kindlest vip the lamp of day ; Wide as he spreads his golden flame. His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good, from thee proceed The copious drops of genial rain, Which, o'er the hill and through the mead, Revive the grass and swell the grain. 3 0, let not our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care ; But what thy liberal hand imparts, Still own in praise, still ask in prayer. 4 So shall our suns more grateful shine, And showers in sweeter drops shall fall, When all our hearts and lives are thine, And thou, 0 God, enjoyed in all. 158. L. M. Addison. The Firmament shoiceth his Handy-work. — Ps. 19. 1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue, ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birtl\, — IN NATURE. 4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine, The Hand that made us is divine. 159. L. M. Steele. The Sun knoweth his going down. — Ps. 104 : 19. 1 There is a God, all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies ; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame Inscribes in characters of light His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads, And health and plenty smile around ; And fruitful fields and verdant meads Are with a thousand blessings crowned. 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God, Bow down before him and adore. GOD. 160. CM. W'HIITIEK. Nature's WorsJiip. 1 The ocean looketh up to heaven As 'twere a living thing ; The homage of its waves is given In ceaseless worshipping. 2 They kneel upon the sloping sand As hends the human knee : A beautiful and tireless band The priesthood of the sea. 3 The mists are lifted from the rills, Like the white wing of prayer ; They kneel above the ancient hills, As doing homage there. 4 The forest-tops are lowly cast 0?er breezy hill and glen, As if a prayerful spirit passed On nature as on men. 5 The sky is as a temple's arch ; The blue and wavy air Is glorious with the spirit march Of messengers at prayer. 16L L. M. W. Hathaway. Presence and Love of God. 1 God reigns on earth ; he reigns above ; His realm embraces every shore ; He reigns in righteousness and love, Almighty King forevermore. 2 With swelling heart, I look on high ; And every light that blazes there, Each constellation of the sky, His wisdom and his love declare. 9G PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 The stars obey his high commands, And trace in lines of fire his name Where shine Orion's golden bands In blazing capitals of flame. 4 There's not a leaf in yonder bower, Or gem that sparkles in the sea, Or blade of grass, or tender flower, But has a voice of love to me, — 5 A voice that speaks of God — my trust When danger or when death is near : He lifts the righteous from the dust ; He wipes away the scalding tear. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 162. 7s & 6s. Newtow. God's Providence. — Hab. 3 : 17. 1 Children of God lack nothing ; His promise bears them through ; * Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too. - Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread. 2 Though vine and fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit should bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there ; Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice, For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. GOD. 163. L. M. Watts Providence and Grace. — Ps. 36. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs ! The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 4 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. 164. ii. m. God our Guardian. — Ps. 121. 1 To God I lift mine eyes ; From him is all my aid, — The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made. God is the tower To which I fly : His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes, That never sleep, 98 Shall Israel keep When dangers rise. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death ? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath : I'll go and come. & Nor fear to die Till from on high Thou call me home. 165. c. M. The Lord is thy Keeper. — Fs. 121 : "). 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes ; There all my hope is laid ; The Lord, who built the earth and skies From him will come mine aid. 2 Thy foot unmoved lie ever keeps, And all thy ways will guard ; He slumbers not, and never sleeps — Thy Keeper is the Lord. 3 The Lord, thy Keeper, shades thy way, Preserves thee in his sight ; Nor shall the sun smite thee by day, Nor shall the moon bv night. 4 The Lord preserves thy soul from sin, From evils great and sore — Thy going out and coming in, Now and forever more. GOD. 1G6. C. M. GlBIONS. The Earth is full of God's Goodness. — Ps. 33 : 5. 1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess ; Thy goodness we adore — A spring whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. 2 Sun, moon, and stars thy love declare In every golden ray; Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day. o Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields, With joyful clusters loads the vines, With strengthening grain the fields. 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen ; There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. 6 There pardon, peace, and holy joy, Through Jesus' name, are given : He on the cross was lifted high, That we might reign in heaven. 167. S. M. Stekle, Duinc Beneficence. 1 My Maker and my King, To thee my all I owe ; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow. 2 Thou ever good and kind, A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind, My heart to grateful love. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live ; My God, thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. 4 Lord, what can I impart, When all is thine before ? Thy love demands a thankful heart The gift, a'las ! how poor ! 5 0, let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine ; Let all my powers to thee aspire. And all my days be thine. 168. 7s. God everywhere. 1 They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place : If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickness and our health, In our want or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer-: God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father come, and wait ; He will hear each earnest prayer : God is present everywhere. GOD. 169. L. M. C.Wesley God is greater than our Heart. — 1 John 3 : 20. 1 Whither, 0, whither should I fly But to my loving Father's breast, Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest ? 2 In all my ways thy hand I own, Thy ruling providence I see : Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to thee. 3 I have no skill the snare to shun ; But thou, 0 God, my wisdom art: I ever into ruin run ; But thou art greater than my heart. 4 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known ; Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone. 170. H. M. Watts. His Mercy endureth forever. — Ps. 136 : 1. 1 Give thanks to God most high, The universal Lord; The sovereign King of kings, And be his grace adored. His power and grace Are still the same ; And let his name Have endless praise. 2 How mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done ! He formed the earth and seas, And spread the heavens alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure And ever sure Abides thy word. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 He sent his only Son To save us from our woe - From Satan, sin, and death, And every hurtful foe. His power and grace Are still the same And let his name Have endless praise. 4 Give thanks aloud to Go'd, To God, the heavenly King ; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure Shall still endure ; | Abides thy word. 171. S. M. Watt*. As a Father pitieth his Children. — Ps. 103 : 13. 1 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel : He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath ; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower : When blasting winds sweep o'er the Held, It withers in an hour. I But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. 103 GOD. 172. 7s & 6s. Quiet Worship. 1 Open, Lord, mine inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice ; Bid my quiet spirit bear The comfort of thy voice : Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place, Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry I withdraw : For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe ; Silent am I now and still, Will not in thy presence move : To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love. 173. C. M. Ade* •*. Divine Mercies. 1 When all thy mercies, 0 my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise : But, 0, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. 174. c. M. God's Condescension. 1 0 Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name ! 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high, Employs my wondering sight, The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light, — 3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind ? Or what his race, that thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind ? £ 0 Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world, how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name ! GOD. 175. L..M. Not that ive loved God, but he us. — 1 John 4 : 10. 1 Ere earth's foundations yet were laid, Or heaven's fair roof was spread abroad, Ere man a living soul was made, Love stirred within the heart of God. 2 Thy loving counsel gave to me True life in Christ, thy only Son, Whom thou hast made my way to thee, From whom all grace flows ever down. 3 0 love, that, long ere time began, This precious name of child bestowed, — That opened heaven on earth to man, And called us, sinners, ' sons of God ' ! 4 I am not worthy, Lord, that thou Shouldst such compassion on me show, — That He who made the world should bow To cheer with love a«wretch so low. 5 Could I but honor thee aright, Noble and sweet my song should be, That earth and heaven should learn thy might, And what my God hath done for me. 176. L. M. Watts. II is Merer/ cudureth forever. — Ps. 136. 1 Give to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways ; Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high ; Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song. 106 PROVIDENCE AND GKACE. 3 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night : His mercies ever shall endure, When suns and moons shall shine no more 4 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song. 0 Through this vain world he guides our feel, And leads us to his heavenly seat : His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. 177. L. M. Bckcar. Behold, v>fiat Manner of Love. — 1 John 3 : 1. 1 0 love of God, how strong and true ! Eternal and yet ever new, Above all price, and still unbought, Beyond all knowledge and all thought. 2 0 wide-embracing, wondrous love, We read thee in the sky above, We read thee in the earth below, In seas that swell and streams that flow, 3 We read thee best in Him who came To bear for us the cross of shame ; Sent by the Father from on high, Our life to live, our death to die. 4 0 love of God, our shield and stay, Through all the perils of our way ; Eternal love, in thee we rest, Forever safe, forever blest. 107 GOD. 178. S. M. Watts. The Lord is my Shepherd. — Vs. 23. 1 The Lord my Shepherd is ; I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside ? 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. 5 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my future days ; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. 179. L. M. Watts. Our Refuge and Strength. — Ps. 46. 1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 108 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, And watering our divine abode. 4 That sacred stream, thine holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controls ; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour ; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and armed with power. 180. 8s & 7s. Bowring. God is Love. — 1 John 4 : S. 1 God is love ; his mercy Hbrightens All the path in which we rove ; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever ; Man decays, and ages move ; But his mercy waneth never ; God is wisdom. God is love. 8 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom his brightness streameth ; God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above : Every where his glory shineth ; God is wisdom, God is love. 8 109 GOD. 181. CM. Loqaw. This Stone shall be called Bethel. — Gen. 28 : 22. 1 0 God of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed. — Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led, — 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace ; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us, each day, our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4 0, spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore ; And thou shalt be our chosen God, Our portion, evermore. 182. L. M. The Lord of Hosts is with us. — Ps. 46. 1 God is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid ; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our souls afraid ? 2 There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; There, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 Not on a seraph's wing of lire, But on the mightier wings of prayer, We reach that home of pure desire, And feel his cloudless presence there. 4 But soon, how soon, our spirits droop, Unwont the air of heaven to breathe ! Yet God, in very deed, will stoop, And dwell himself with men beneath. 5 Come to thy living temples, then ; As in the ancient times appear : Let earth be paradise again, And man, 0 God, thine image here. 183. . & 4. God is Love. — 1 John 4 : 8. 1 I cannot always trace the way Where thou, almighty One, dost move ; But I can always, always say That God is love. 2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings ; For God is love. 3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove ; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love. 4 Yes, God is love ; — a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss ; For God is love, in GOD. 184. S. M. WATT8. The Rock that is higher than I. — Ps. 61 : 2. 1 When, overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies, Helpless, and far from all relief, To Heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 0, lead me to the Rock That's lygh above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, Forever I'll abide ; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name ; If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same. 185. L. M. Addison. God our Shepherd. 1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks lie shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 112 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy presence shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile, With lively green and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, 0 Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. 1 86. L. M. IIeginbotham. Fjrerij (jood Gift is from above. — Ja. 1 : 17. 1 Great God, let all my tuneful powers Awake, and sing thy mighty name : Thy hand revolves my circling hours — Thy hand, from whence my being came. 2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round ■ In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; And years, with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise. 8 My life, my health, my friends I owe, All to thy vast, unbounded love ; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above. 4 Thus will I sing till nature cease, Till sense and language are no more ; And, after death, thy boundless grace Through everlasting years adore. 113 GOD. 187. C. M. Hervey. God our Wisdom. 1 Since all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye surveys, 0, who so wise to choose- our lot, Or to appoint our ways ? 2 Good when he gives, supremely good, Nor less when he denies ; E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious will Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine, My God, inscribe my name ; There let it fill some humble place Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. 188. C. M. Heginbotiiam. I will j)raise God while I have my Being. — Ps. 104 : 33. 1 Yes, I will bless thee, 0 my God, Through all my earthly days, And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In every smiling, happy hour, Be this my sweet employ : Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, And doubles all my joy. 3 When gloomy care and keen distress Afllict my throbbing breast, Thy praise shall mingle with my tears, And lull each pain to rest. 114 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God : My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 Nor death itself shall stop my song, Though it will close my eyes ; My thoughts shall then to nobler heights And sweeter raptures rise. 6 There shall my lips in endless praise Their grateful tribute pay ; The theme demands an angel's tongue, And an eternal day. 189. C. M. Montgomery. / will walk among yoic, and be your God. — Lev. 26 : 12. 1 God, in the high and holy place, Looks down upon the spheres ; Yet, in his providence and grace, To every eye appears. 2 He bows the heavens ; the mountains stand A highway for our God : He walks amid the desert land ; 'Tis Eden where he trod. 3 The forests in his strength rejoice ; Hark ! on the evening breeze, As once of old, Jehovah's voice Is heard anions: the trees. & If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found ! 115 GOD. 190. 0. M. DoDLJtlDQK. He knoweih our Frame. — Ps. 103 : 14. 1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame, We own thy power divine ; We hear thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are thine. 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work thy sovereign will ; And, awed hy thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still. 8 Thy mercy tempers every blast To those who seek thy face, And mingles with the tempest's roar The whispers of thy grace. 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease, And gales of paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace. 191. C. M. Cowper. Thy Judgments are a great Deep. — Ps. 36: 6. 1 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill lie treasures up his vast designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break t In blessings on your head. PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; •God is his ow^n interpreter, And he will make it plain. 192. S. M. DODDRIDGR- Ue careth for you. — 1 Pet. 5 : 7. 1 How gentle God's commands I How kind his precepts are ! 1 Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care.' 2 Beneath his watchful eye His saints securely dwell ; That hand which bears all nature up Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind ? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved Down to the present day ; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. GOD. 193. C. M. C. Weslet The Fulness of God. — Eph. 3:19. 1 Being of beings, God of love, To thee our hearts we raise ; Thy all-sustaining power we prove, And gladly sing thy praise. 2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be ; Our sacrifice receive ; Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, To thee ourselves we give. 8 Heavenward our every wish aspires, For all thy mercy's store ; The sole return thy love requires Is, that we ask for more. 4 For more we ask ; we open then Our hearts t' embrace thy will ; Turn, and revive us, Lord, again ; With all thy fulness, fill. 194. S. M. Steeib. Our Father. — Matt. 6 : 9. 1 My Father ! — cheering name ! 0, may I call thee mine ? Give me the humble hope to claim A portion so divine. 2 This can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly : What harm can ever reach my soul Beneath my Father's eye ? 8 Whate'er thy will denies, I calmly would resign ; For thou art just, and good, and wise ; 0, bend my will to thine. 118 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 4 Whate'er thy will ordains, 0, give me strength to bear ; Still let me know a Father reigns, And trust a Father's care. 5 Thy ways are little known To my weak, erring sight ; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all thy ways are right. 6 My Father ! — blissful name ! Above expression dear ! If thou accept my humble claim, I bid adieu to fear. 195. L. M. • COLLETT. Divine Providence. 1 Through all the various, shifting scene Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, 0 God, conducts unseen The beautiful vicissitude. 2 Thou givest, with paternal care, Howe'er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 All things on earth, and all in heaven On thine eternal will depend ; And all for greater good were given, Would man pursue th' appointed end. 4 Be this my care : to all beside Indifferent let my wishes be ; Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, And fixed my soul, great God, on thee. GOD. 196. 8s, 7s & 4. Kelli. Yet will I not forget thee.—U. 49 : 15. 1 Every human tie may perish, Friend to friend unfaithful prove, Mothers eease their own to eherish, Heaven and earth at last remove, But no changes Can avert the Father's love. 2 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee ; Thou art precious in his sight : God is with thee, — God, thine everlasting light. 197. Us. Kirkham. / will never leave thee. — Heb. 13 : 5. 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled ? 2 ' Fear not, I am witli thee, 0, be not dismayed ; For 1 am thy God, I will still give thee aid ; Til strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 8 ' When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For 1 will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. t 'The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes : That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never — no. never — no, never forsake ! ' 120 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 198. L. M. Watts. Ascribe ye Strength unto God. — Ps. 68 : 34. Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; Crown him, ye nations, in your song ; His wondrous names and powers rehearse ; His honors shall enrich your verse. He rides and thunders through the sky ; His name, Jehovah, sounds on high : Praise him aloud, ye sons of grace ; Ye saints, rejoice before his face. Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest; He's your defence, your joy, your rest ; When terrors rise, and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. 199. C. M. Fawcett. Now ice see through a Glass darkly. — 1 Cor. 13 : 12. 1 Thy way, 0 God, is in the sea ; Thy paths I cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 As, through a glass, I dimly see The wonders of thy love, How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above ! 3 Though but in part I know thy will, • I bless thee for the sight : When will thy love the whole reveal In glory's clearer light ? 4 With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace, And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. 121 GOD. 200. c. M. Providential Care. — Matt. 6. 1 0, why despond in life's dark vale ? Why sink to fears a prey ? Th' almighty power can never fail ; His love can ne'er decay. 2 Behold the birds that wing the air, Nor sow nor reap the grain ; Yet God, with all a father's care, Relieves when they complain. 3 Behold the lilies of the fieldl They toil nor labor know ; Yet royal robes to theirs must yield, In beauty's richest glow. i That God who hears the raven's cry, Who decks the lily's form, Will surely all your wants supply, And shield you in the storm. 5 Seek first his kingdom's grace to share, Its righteousness pursue, And all that needs your earthly care Will be bestowed on you. 201. C. M. Heginbotiia*. Confidence in God. 1 Father of mercies, God of love, My Father and my God, * I'll sing the honors of thy name, And spread thy praise abroad. 2 In every period of my life Thy thoughts of love appear ; Thy mercies gild each transient scene, And crown each passing year. 122 PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 3 In all thy mercies, may my soul A Father's bounty see ; Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows Estrange my heart from tiiee. 4 Teach me, in times of deep distress, To own thy hand. 0 God, And in submissive silence bear The lessons of thy rod. 5 Then may I close my eyes in death, Redeemed from anxious fear ; For dea^h itself, my God, is life, If thou be with me there. 202. lis. Montgomery. God our S/tt'pherd. — Ps. 2'i. 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know: I feed in green pastures ; safe folded I rest : He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ; No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head : 0, what shall I ask of thy providence more ? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet thee above ; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love. 123 THE BIBLE. THE BIBLE. 203. L. M. Wattk The Works and Word of God. — Ps. 19. 1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing fight, And night, and day thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. o Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand ; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth hath run, Till Christ hath all the nations blest That see the light or feel the sun. 204. • C. M. Comtek. The Light of the glorioxis Gospel. — 2 Cor. 4 : 4. 1 A glory gilds the sacred page Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age — It gives, but borrows none. 2 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; Its truths upon the nations rise — They rise, but never set. THE BIBLE. 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory break upon my view In brighter worlds above. 205. C. M. Stexxett. I The RicJu-s of God's Word. 1 Let worldly men, from shore to shore, Their chosen good pursue ; Thy word, 0 Lord, we value more Than treasures of Peru. 2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy . Are opened to our sight ; The purest gold without alloy, And gems divinely bright. 3 The counsels of redeeming grace These sacred leaves unfold ; And here the Saviour's lovely face Our raptured eyes behold. 4 Here light, descending from above, Directs our doubtful feet ; Here promises of heavenly love Our ardent wishes meet. 5 Our numerous griefs are here redressed, And all. our wants supplied ; Nought we can ask to make us blest Ts in this book denied. THE BIBLE. 206. c. M. O, send out thy Light and thy Truth. — Ps. 43 : 3. 1 Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night, Diffusing o'er the mental world The healing beams of light. 2 Thy word, 0 Lord, with friendly aid Restores our wandering feet ; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet. 3 0, send thy light and truth abroad In all their radiant blaze, And bid th' admiring world adore The glories of thy grace. 207. L. M. BRIGQ8. Thus saith the Lord. 1 God's law demands one living faith, Not a gaunt crowd of lifeless creeds ; Its warrant is a firm ' God saith ; ' Its claim not words, but loving deeds. 2 Yet, Lord, forgive ; thy simple law Grows tarnished in our earthly grasp ; Pure in itself, without a flaw, It dims in our too worldly clasp. 3 We handle it with unwashed hands ; We stain it with unhallowed breath ; We gloss it with device of man's, And hide thine image underneath. 4 Forgive the sacrilege, and take From off our souls th' unworthy stain ; And show us, for thy Son's dear sake, Thy pure and perfect law again. 126 THE BIBLE. 208. l. M. O, how love I thy Law! — Vs. 119 : 97. 1 I love the sacred Book of God ; No other can its place supply ; It points me to the saints' abode, And lifts my joyful thoughts on high. 2 Blest Book, in thee my eyes discern The image of my absent Lord ; From thine instructive page I learn The joys his presence will afford. 3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply His place, and tell me of his love ; I'll read with faith's discerning eye, And thus partake of joys above. 209. 7s. Coxe The Word. 1 Word by God the Father sent, Lord of all, Omnipotent; Word for sinners' need supplied, As their comfort and their guide ! 2 Word of Life, both pure and strong, Word for which the heathen long, Spread abroad, till out of night All the world awake to light! 3 Up — for, lo, earth's surface o'er, Waving fields with ripening store ; Countless sheaves are spread around : Few, 0, few the reapers found. 4 Lord of harvest, great and kind, Rouse to action heart and mind ; Let the gathering nations all See thy light and hear thy call. THE BIBLE. 218. C. M. Watts. Comfort from the Bible. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove With ever fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest, Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. 214. CM. Fawcktt. All Scripture (/hen by Inspiration. — 2 Tim. 3 : 16. 1 How precious is the Book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine To guide our souls to heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light -Or an eternal day. ISO THE BIBLE. 215. KM. Comfort from the Bible. 1 Thou Book of Life, in thee are found The mysteries of my Maker's will ; Treasures of knowledge here abound, The deepest, loftiest mind to fill. 2 Light of the world, thy beams impart To lead my feet through life's dark way ; 0, shine on this benighted heart, Nor let me from thy guidance stray. 3 Healer of all the woes of life. The balm of souls diseased, to save From all earth's pain, and end the strife Of death with victory o'er the grave. 216. L. M. r.i.i.noMK. The Gospel Revelation. 1 God, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known ; £fere love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here sinners of a humble frame May taste his grace and learn his name. May read, in characters of blood. The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies : Here shines the light which guides our vray From earth to realms of endless day. 4 0, grant us grace, almighty Lord, To read and mark thy holy word, Its truths with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. 131 THE BIBLE. 217. S. M. E. Tailor. Thy Word is a Lamp. — Ps. 119 : 105. 1 It is the one true light, When other lamps grow dim ; 'Twill never burn less purely bright, Nor lead astray from Him. 2 It is Love's blessdd band, That reaches from the throne To him, whoe'er he be, whose hand Will seize it for his own. 3 It is the golden key Unto celestial wealth, Joy to the sons of poverty, And to the sick man health ; — 4 The gently-proffered aid Of One who knows, and best Supplies the beings he has made With what will make them blest 5 There rests the weary head ; There age and sorrow go ; And how it smooths the dying bed. 0, let the Christian show ! 218. CM. Watts. Value of the Scriptures. 1 Oppressed with guilt, and full of fears, I come to thee, my Lord, While not a ray of hope appears But in thy holy word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief dispel ; Here I behold my Saviour's face. And learn to do his will. 133 THE BIBLE. 3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown ; That merchant is divinely wise Who makes this pearl his own. 4 Here living water freely flows, To cleanse me from my sin ; Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein. 5 0, may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command ; Xor I forsake the happy road That leads to thy right hand. 219. : My Bible. 1 Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine ; Mine \o tell me whence I came ; Mine to tell me what I am ; — 2 Mine to chide me when I rove ; Mine to show a Saviour's love ; Mine thou art to guide and guard ; Mine to punish or reward ; — 3 Mine to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless ; Mine to show, by living faith, Man can triumph over death ; — 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom : 0 thou holy Book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine. 133 THE BIBLE. 220. C. M. Barton. Thy Commandment is exceeding broad. — Ps. 119 : 96. 1 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace Our path, when wont to stray ; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace ; Brook by the traveller's way ; — 2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed ; True manna from on high ; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky ; — 3 Pillar of fire 'through watches dark, Or radiant cloud by day ; When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay ; — 4 Childhood's preceptor, manhood's trust, Old age's firm allyj Our hope, when we go down to dust, Of immortality ! 221. C. M. Wat. s. O, koto lore I thy Law .' — Vs. 119 : 97. 1 0, how I love thy holy law ! 'Tis daily my delight ; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, And well employ my tongue, And, through my weary pilgrimage, Yield me a heavenly song. 8 When nature sinks and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. THE BIBLE. 222. L. M. Watts. Excellency of the Gospel. 1 Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And stored the blessings in thy word. 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon ; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! How wise and holy thy commands ! Thy promises, how firm they be ! How firm our hope, our comfort stands ! 4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, Fd call them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart. 223. C. M. Barton. The Word. 1 Word of the ever-living God, Will of his glorious Son, Without thee how could earth be trod, Or heaven itself be won ? 2 Yet, to unfold thy hidden worth, Thy mysteries to reveal, That Spirit which first gave thee forth, Thy volume must unseal. 3 And we, if we aright would learn The wisdom it impacts, Must to its heavenly teaching turn With simple, childlike hearts. 136 CHRIST. CHRIST. THE ADVENT. 224. 8s & 7s. Gaseell, The Desire of all Nations shall come. — Hag. 2 : 7. 1 Darkness o'er the world was brooding Sadder than Egyptian gloom ; Souls by myriads lay in slumber Deep as of the sealed tomb. 2 Earth had lost the links which bound it To the throne of light above ; Yet an eye was watching o'er it, And that eye was full of love. 8 Like a glorious beam of morning, Straight a ray pierced through the cloud, Spirits mightily awakening From their dark and heavy shroud. 4 Still that ray shines on and brightens, Chasing mist and gloom away ; Happy they on whom it gathers With its full and perfect day. 225. ii. M. Fear not. — Luke 2 : 10. 1 Hark, what celestial sounds ! What music fills the air ! Soft warbling to the morn, It strikes tlte ravished ear : Now all is still ; Now wild it floats In tuneful notes, Loud, sweet, and shrill. ADVENT. 2 Th' angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine ; See how from heaven they bend, And in full chorus join : — 4 Fear not,' say they ; Jesus, your King, 4 Great joy we bring : Is born to-day.' 3 He comes your souls to save From death's eternal gloom ; To realms of bliss and light He lifts you from the tomb. Your voices raise Your songs unite With sons of light ; Of endless praise. 4 Glory to God on high ! Ye mortals, spread the sound, And let your raptures fly To earth's remotest bound : " To man is given, At Jesus' birth. For peace on earth, From God in heaven. 226. lis. Drummond. Prepare ye the Way of the Lord. — Matt. 3:3. 1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill : The Lord is advancing ; prepare ye the way ; The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain, though tower- ing to heaven, And be the low Valley exalted on high, The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion, your King, your Redeemer, is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume ; The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord ; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly blopm, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. 137 CHRIST. 227. C. M. Watts. Prepare ye the Way of the Lord. — Matt. 3 : 3. 1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue ; His new-discovered grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son ; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea : Ye mountains, sink ; ye valleys, rise ; Prepare the Lord his way. 4 Behold, he comes ; he comes to bless The nations as their Lord, To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. 5 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their J.udge appear ! 228. C. M. Tate. The Watch of the Shepherds. — Luke 2. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 ' To you, in Bethlehem, this day, Is born, of David's line, The^ Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : — 138 ADVENT. 3 ' The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.' 4 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song : — 5 4 All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease.' 229. Us & 10s. Hebeb. Star of the East. — Matt. 2 : 9. 1 Brightest and best of tho sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; • Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining ; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Lord, and Redeemer, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, „ Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. CHRIST. 230. C. M. E. H. Sears. Birth of Chnst. 1 It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: — ' Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all-gracious King.' The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. 2 Still through the cloven skies they como, With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world ; Above its sad and lonely plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 3 For, lo, the days are hastening on By prophet bards foretold, When, with the ever-circling years, Comes round the age of gold ; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. 231. II. m. Good Tidings of great Joy. — Luke 2. 1 Hark! hark! the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ For their sublimcst strains. Some new delight in heaven is known : Loud sound the harps around the throne. ADVENT. 2 Hark ! hark ! the sound draws nigh ; The joyful hosts descend ; Jesus forsakes the sky ; To earth his footsteps bend : He comes to bless our fallen race ; He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round ; Let every mortal know What love in God is found, What pity he can show ; Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll, Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 4 Strike, strike the harps again To great Immanuers name ; Arise, ye sons of men, And all his grace proclaim : Angels and men, wake every string; Tis Christ the Saviour's praise we sing. 282. l. M. Christmas. 1 0 day to which the seas, and sky, And earth, and heaven glad welcome sing, - 0 day which healed our misery, And brought on earth salvation's King, — 2 Immortal Hope of all mankind, In whom the Father's face we see, To him this day, throughout the world, His people pour their prayers through thee. 3 And we, 0 Lord, whose eyes are touched By thine own beam of light divine, Offer our songs of thankful praise On this blest natal day of thine. 10 HI CERIST. 236. C. M. Watts. Joy to the World. 1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 237. L. M. H. K. White. The Star of Bethlehem. —Matt. 2 : 2. 1 When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone of all the train Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks — It is the Star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode : The storm was loud, the night was dark ; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose — It was the Star of Bethlehem. 144 ADVENT. 5 It was my guide, ray light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now, safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and forevermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. 238. 7s. Bowrino. Watchman, what of the Night f — Is. 21 : 11. 1 Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell ? Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveller, ages are its own : See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight ; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace, Lo, the Son of God, is come. 145 CHRIST. 233. C. M. I OGAW. Unto us a Child is born. — Is. 9 : 6. 1 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 4 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given — The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty Lord of heaven. 234. C. M. E.H. Seaks. The Birth-song of Christ. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 2 Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there ; And angels with their sparkling lyres Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply ; And greet from all their holy heights The Dayspring from on high. ADVENT. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm ; And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 ' Glory to God ! ' the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring ; ' Peace to the earth, good will to men, From heaven's eternal King.' 6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem : The Saviour now is born, And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. 235. 8s & 7s. Cawood. The Sung of the Angels. — Luke 2. 1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo, th' angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story ; Hear them chant in hymns of joy, — 4 Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high ! 3 ' Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ! Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 ' Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ; 0, receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 ' Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy, Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high ! ' 143 CHRIST. 236. c. M. Watts. Joy to the World. 1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 237. L. M. H. K. White. The Star of Bethlehem. —Matt. 2 : 2. 1 When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone of all the train Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks — It is the Star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode : The storm was loud, the night was dark : The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; Death-struck, 1 ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose — It was tho Star of Bethlehem. 144 ADVENT. - 5 It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now, safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and forevermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. 238. 7S. BO WRING. Watchman, what of the Night f — Is. 21 : 11. 1 Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell ? Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveller, ages are its own : See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight ; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace, Lo, the Son of God, is come. 145 CHRIST. LIFE AND MINISTRY. 239. C. M. Doddridge. The Spirit of the Lord is upon me. — Luke 4: 18. 1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, Abides with holy fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His sacred breast inspire. 3 He comes the prisoners to release, In wretched bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace Enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 240. L. M. Bachb. Behold how he loved Him. — John 11 : 3G. 1 ' See how he loved ! ' exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell ; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell. 2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. LIFE AND MINISTRY. 3 See how lie loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death, Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 4 Such love can we, unmoved, survey ? 0, may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show. 241 . C. 11 Mrs. Hemaxs. Christ stilling the Tempest. — Mark 4 : 39. 1 Fear was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud ; And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. 2 But the wind ceased, — it ceased, — a word Passed through the gloomy sky ; The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 3 And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast ; They sank as flowers that fold to sleep When sultry day is past. 4 0 Thou that in its wildest hour Didst rule the tempest's mood, Send now thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood ! 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandate to fulfil, Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak, and say, ' Peace ! be still ! ' 147 CHBIST. 242. C. M. Bui/finch. The Pool of Bethesda. — John 5. 1 The aged sufferer waited long Upon Bethesda's brink, Till hopes, once rising warm and strong, Began in fears to sink ; His heart grew weak ; but One there came Who spake the healing word : The sick arose, and blessed the name Of Christ, his Friend and Lord. 2 Divine Redeemer, when oppressed With grief and pain we lie, And, longing for thy heavenly rest, Despair to look on high, 0, may thy blessed words of peace Within the wounded heart Bid every doubt and suffering cease, And strength and joy impart. 243. c. M. Miracles of Christ. 1 0, where is He that trod the sea ? 0, where is He that spake, And lepers from their pains are free, And slaves their fetters break ? The lame and palsied freely rise, With joy the dumb do sing, And on the darkened, blinded eyes Glad beams of morning spring ! 2 0, where is he that trod the sea ? 0, where is he that spake, And demons from their victims flee, The dead from slumber wake ? Here, here art thou, almighty Lord ; 0, speak to us once more, And let thy healing, quickening word Our ruined souls restore. LIFE AND MINISTRY. 244. L. M. Raffles. Abide with «s. — Luke 24 : 2d. 1 Abide with us ; the evening shades Begin already to prevail ; And, as the lingering twilight fades, Dark clouds along th' horizon sail. 2 Abide with us ; and still unfold Thy sacred, thy prophetic lore ; What wondrous things of Jesus told ! Stranger, we thirst, we pant for more. 8 Abide with us ; our hearts are cold ; We thought that Israel he'd restore ; But sweet the truths thy lips have told, And, Stranger, we complain no more. 4 Abide with us ; amazed they cry, As, suddenly, while breaking bread, Their own lost Jesus meets their eye, With radiant glory on his head. 245. L. M. HoWUING. / will give you Rest. — Matt. 11 : 28. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place ! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 ' Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.' Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest, 140 CHRIST. 246. C. M. Enfielp To preach the Gospel to the Poor. — Luke 4 . 18. 1 Behold, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine ; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. 3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood ; His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ; He labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, ' Thy will, not mine, be done.' 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ; His image may we bear ; 0, may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share. SUFFERINGS. 247. L. M. Russell. Through his Poverty made rich. — 2 Cor. 8 : 9. On the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast ; And o'er the waters heavily Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. 150 SUFFERINGS. 2 Still near the lake with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind ; And on his lone, unsheltered head Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 3 Why seeks he not a home of rest ? Why seeks he not the pillowed bed ? Beasts have their dens, the birds their nest ; — He hath not where to lay his head. 4 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race ; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 248. Us. DeFleuky. Kedron. — John 18. 1 Thou sweet-gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head ! How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed ! The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3 0 garden of Olivet, dear, honored spot, The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot ; The theme most transporting to seraphs above ; The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. 4 Come, saints, and adore him ; come, bow at his feet ; 0, give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies 151 CHRIST. 249. L. M. Tappa*. Christ in Gethsemane. — Luke 22 : 39. 1 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow The star is dim that lately shone ; 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnigfit ; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he who hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight ; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 250. L. M. Milmak. Christ's Entry into Jerusalem. — John 12. 1 Ride on, ride on in majesty ; Hark ! all the tribes Hosanna cry ; Thy humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed, 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ; In lowly pomp ride on to die ; 0 Christ, thy triumphs now begin O'er captive deatli and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ; The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To sec th' approaching sacrifice. 1S2 SUFFERINGS. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ; Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ; The Father, on his sapphire throne, Expects his own anointed Son. 5 Ride on, ride on in majesty ; In lowly pomp ride on to die ; Bow thy meek head to mortal pain ; Then take, 0 Christ, thy power, and reign. 251. L. M. Montgomery Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer ; Through yielding glooms behold his face ; Nor form nor comeliness is there. 2 Brought forth to judgment, now he stands Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar; Here, spurned by fierce praetorian bands, There, mocked by Herod's men of war. 3 He bears their buffeting and scorn, Mock homage of the lip, the knee, The purple robe, the crown of thorn, The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree. 4 No guile within his mouth is found ; He neither threatens nor complains ; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb 'mid his murderers he remains. 5 But hark ! he prays : 'tis for his foes ; He speaks : 'tis comfort to his friends ; Answers : and paradise bestows ; He bows his head : the conflict ends. 1J2 CHRIST. 252. 8s & 7s. Caswall. The Mother of Jesus by the Cross. — John 19 : 25. 1 At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last : Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, All his bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword had passed. 2 0, how sad and sore distressed Was that mother, highly blest, Of the sole-begotten One ! Christ, above, in torment hangs ; She, beneath, beholds the pangs Of her dying, glorious Son. 3 Let me mingle tears with thee, Mourning Him who mourned for me, All the days that I may live ; By the cross with him to stay, There with thee to weep and pray, Is all I ask of Christ to give. 4 Christ, when thou shalt call me hence, Be thou only my defence, Be thy cross my victory ; While my body here decays, May my soul thy goodness praise, Safe in paradise with thee. 253. L. M. Stknnktt. It is finished. — John 19 : 30. 1 'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died. 'Tis finished ; yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. SUFFERINGS. 2 'Tis finished ! — all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old ; And truths are opened to our view That kings and prophets never knew. 8 Tis finished ! Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour ; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 'Tis finished ! let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round • 'Tis finished ! let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies. 254. 8s, 7s & 4. Francis I have finished the Work. — John 17 : 4. 1 Hark! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See ! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky^ ' It is finished ! ' Uear the dying Saviour cry. 2 ' It is finished ! ' 0, what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord • ' It is finished ! ' Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; Join to sing the pleasing theme : All on earth and all in heaven Join to praise ImmanueTs name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the blecdinc: Lamb! ' CUEIST. 255. C. M. S. Weslei Sen. And they crucified Him. — Matt. 27 : 35. 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree ; How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee I 2 ' My God ! ' he cries ; all nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend ; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis finished ! now the ransom's paid ; ' Receive my soul,' he cries ; Behold, he bows his sacred head, He bows his head, and dies. 4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain, And in full glory shine ; 0 Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine ? RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 26*5. L. M." Watts. He is not Here ; for He is risen. — Matt. 28 : 6. 1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around ; A solemn darkness veils the skies, . A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree: The Lord of glory dies for men ! But, lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again. L5C RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb ; Up to his Father's court he flies : Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Sing, * Live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save. Where now, 0 Death, where is thy sting ? And where thy victory, boasting Grave?' 257. C. M. Doddridge. Looking into the Sepulchre. 1 Ye humble souls that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away ; And bow, with pleasure, down to see The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; Such wonders love can do ; Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs ; The Saviour lives again ; Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain. 4 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears His once dishonored head ; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 6 With joy like his shall every saint His empty tomb survey ; Then rise with his ascending Lord, Through all his shining way. 1 1 157 CHRIST. 258. 7s. Mary stood withotit, weeping. — John 20 : 11. 1 Mary to the Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn ; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume ; But the Lord she loved had gone. For a while she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise ; Trembling, while a crystal flood Issued from her weeping eyes. 2 But her sorrows quickly fled When she heard his welcome voice ; Christ had risen from the dead ; Now he bids her heart rejoice : What a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day ! Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away. 259. H. M. Doddridge. Angels said He was alive. — Luke 24 : 23. 1 Yes, the Redeemer rose ; The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High raised his conquering head In wild dismay, The guards around 2 Lo ! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet ; Fall to the ground, And sink away. Joyful they come, And wing their way 158 From realms of day To Jesus' tomb. RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, And the glad tidings bear ; Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air ! Their anthems say, * Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead ; He rose to-day.' 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell Transported cry, 4 Jesus, who bled. Hath left the dead, No more to die.' 260. C. 31. Watts. Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, That clothed himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To our ascended Lord ; Sweet be the accents of your songs ; High praise to him accord. 4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise ; Let heaven, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise. 159 CHRIST. 261. C. L. M. Hastings. The risen Saviour. 1 How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb Where once the Crucified was borne, And veiled in midnight gloom ! O, weep no more the Saviour slain ; The Lord is risen — he lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord ; Behold the place — he is not there ; The tomb is all unbarred : The gates of death were closed in vain ; The Lord is risen — he lives again. 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer Your early footsteps bend ; The Saviour will himself be there, Your Advocate and Friend : Once by the law your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again. 4 How tranquil now the rising day ! Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord, to chase away Your unbelieving fears : 0, weep no more your comforts slain ; The Lord is risen — he lives again. 262. L. M. C. Wesley. The King of Glory. — Ps. 24. 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead ; Our Jesus is gone up on high ; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ; Ye everlasting doors, give way. 100 RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene : He claims these mansions as his right ; Receive the King of glory in. 3 Who is the King of glory — who ? The Lord, who all our foes o'ercame ; Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew ; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 4 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ; Ye everlasting doors, give way. 263. C. M. Watts. Gulden Vials full of Odors. — Rev. o : 8. 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amid his Father's throne ; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : Jesus is kind to our complaints ; He loves to hear our praise. 4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy, remain Forever on thy head. CHRIST. 264. 7s. Kell*. To Him be Glory, both now and forever. — 2 Pet. 3 : 18. 1 Glory, glory to our King ; Crowns unfading wreathe his head ; Jesus is the name we sing — Jesus risen from the dead ; Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave, Jesus, mighty now to save. 2 Jesus is gone up on high ; Angels, come to meet their King ; Shouts triumphant rend the sky, While the Victor's praise they sing: ' Open now, ye heavenly gates ; 'Tis the King of glory waits.' 3 Now behold him high enthroned, Glory beaming from his face ; By adoring angels owned King of holiness and grace. 0 for hearts and tongues to sing, Glory, glory to our King. 4 Jesus, on thy people shine ; Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join, Share their bliss, and swell their songs: Glory, honor, praise, and power, Lord, be thinevforevermore. 265. c. M. Lift vp your Heads, O ye Gates. — Ps. 24. 1 Lift up your heads, eternal gates ; Unfold, to entertain The King of glory ; see, he comes With his celestial train. RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 2 Who is this King of glory — who ? The Lord, for strength renowned ; In battle mighty ; o'er his foes Eternal Victor crowned. 3 Lift up your heads, ye gates ; unfold In state to entertain The King of glory ; see, he comes With all his shining train. 4 Who is the King of glory — who? The Lord of hosts renowned : Of glory he alone is King, Who is with glory crowned. 26f). 7s. CUDWORTH. The Lord is risen indeed. — Luke 24 : 34. 1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say ; Raise your songs of triumph high ; Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won ; Lo ! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; Christ hath burst the gates of hell ; Death in vain forbids his rise ; Christ hath opened paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head : Made like him, like him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. CHRIST. 267. l. M. Blessed are they who have not seen, yet believe. — John 2( : 29. 1 We did not see thee lifted high, When men thy sacred body slew, Nor hear thy meek, imploring cry, ' Forgive ! they know not what they do : ' Yet we believe the deed was done Which shook the earth and veiled the sun. 2 We stood not by the empty tomb, Where, Lord, thy sacred body lay, Nor sat within that upper room, Nor met thee in the open way : But we believe that angels said, ' Why seek the living with the dead ? ' 3 We did not mark the chosen few, When thou didst through the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view, Then to the earth all prostrate bend : Yet we believe that mortal eyes Beheld that journey to the skies. 4 And now that thou dost reign on high, And thence thy waiting people bless, No ray of glory from the sky Doth shine upon our wilderness : But we believe thy faithful word, And trust in our redeeming Lord. 2G8. 7s. Collywu Coi/w, see the Place where the Lord lay. — Matt. 28 : 6. 1 Morning breaks upon the tomb ; Jesus dissipates its gloom ; Day of triumph, through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise. Ml RESURRECTION AND GLORY. 2 Ye who arc of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade ; Drive your anxious cares away ; See the place where Jesus lay. 3 Christian, dry* your flowing tears ; Chase those unbelieving fears ; Look on his deserted grave ; Doubt no more his power to save. 269. 8s, 7s & 4. Kellt. Coronation of the King of Kings. — Rev. 11 : 15. 1 Look, ye saints ; the sight is glorious ; See the Man of Sorrows now ; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow : Crown him, crown him ; Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ; Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the heavenly concave rings : Crown him, crown him ; Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name : Crown him, crown him ; Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! Hark ! those loud, triumphant chords ! Jesus takes the highest station ; 0, what joy the sight affords ! Crown him, crown him, King of kings, and Lord of lords. 165 CHRIST 270. 6s & 4s. Thou art worthy. — Rev. 6 , 9. 1 Come, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus' fame : Tell what his love hath done ; Trust in his name alone ; Shout to his lofty throne, < Worthy the Lamb.' 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ; Dry up your mournful tears ; Swell the glad theme : To Christ, our gracious King, Strike each melodious string ; Join heart and voice to sing, 4 Worthy the Lamb.' 3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name ! There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned, While all the heavens resound, 1 Worthy the Lamb.' 271. C. M. Duncan. All hail! — Matt. 28:9, 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. G 0 that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall ! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 272. L. M. Watts. iVoi! to condemn the World. — John 3 : 17. 1 Xot to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear ; Xo weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; Trust in his mighty name, and live ; A thousand joys his lips afford ; His hands a thousand blessings give. CHRIST. 273. J,. M. Grego. Behold, I stand at the Door. — Rev. 3 : 'A, 1 Behold a Stranger at the door ! He gently knocks, has knocked before ; Has waited long, is waiting still ; You treat no other friend so ill. 2 0, lovely attitude ! — he stands With melting heart and loaded hands ; 0, matchless kindness ! — and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes. 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? He will — the very Friend you need ; The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, Turn out his enemy and thine — That soul-destroying monster, Sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in. 274. S. M. BONAR. Christ is all. — Col. 3:11. 1 0 EVERLASTING Light, Shine graciously within ; Brightest of all on earth that's bright. Come, shine away my sin.' 2 0 everlasting Truth, Truest of all that's true, Sure Guide of erring age and youth, Lead me and teach me too. 3 0 everlasting Strength, Uphold me in the way ; Bring me, in spite of foes, at length, To joy, and light, and day. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 0 everlasting Love, Wellspring of grace and peace, Pour down thy fulness from above, Bid doubt and trouble cease. 5 0 everlasting Rest, Lift off life's load of care ; Relieve, revive this burdened breast, And every sorrow bear. « 6 Thou art in heaven our all, Our all on earth art thou ; Upon thy glorious name we call ; Lord Jesus, bless us now. 275. C. M. Beddome. Christ the Resting-place. — Matt. 11 : 28. 1 Jesus ! delightful, charming name ! It spreads a fragrance round ; Justice and mercy, truth and peace, In union here are found. 2 Ke is our life, our joy, our strength ; In him all glories meet ; He is a shade above our heads, A light to guide our feet. 3 When storms arise and tempests blow, He speaks the stilling word : The threatening billows cease to flow ; The winds obey their Lord. 4 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed, If Jesus shows his face ; To weary, heavy-laden souls He is the resting-place. CHRIST. 276. 7s. C. Wesley. The Sun of Righteousness. — Mai. 4 : 2. 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night ; Dayspring from on high, be near ; Daystar, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, , If thy light is hid from me ; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see ; Till they inward light impart, Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ; Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ; Fill me, radiant Sun divine ; Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. 277. C. M. Stennett, He is altogether lovely. — Cant. 5 : 16. 1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow ; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me ho bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 Thro' him is breathed that heavenly Breatb Sent to renew and save ; He makes me triumph over death, And lifts me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet, Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. 6 Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine. 278. L. M. C. Wesley, Christ all in all. — Col. 3:11. 1 Thou hidden source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient Love divine, My help, and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, if thou art mine. And, lo, from sin, and grief, and shame I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 2 Jesus, my all in all thou art : My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; The healing of my broken heart ; In strife, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; In shame, my glory and my crown ; — 3 In want, my plentiful supply ; In weakness, my almighty power ; In bonds, my perfect liberty ; My light in Satan's darkest hour ; Thee, in each grief, my joy I call ; My life in death, mv all in all. 171 CHRIST. 279. C. M. Watts. Love of Christ. 1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and — 0, amazing love ! — He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 0, for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break ; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 280. L. M. Steele. Example of the Saviour. And is the gospel peace and love ? So let our conversation be : The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes — Bright Pattern of the Christian life. 0, how benevolent and kind ! How mild ! how ready to forgive ! Be this the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live. 172 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 To do his heavenly Father's will Was his employment and delight ; Humanity and holy zeal Shone through his life divinely bright 5 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labors of his life were love ; If, then, we love our Saviour's name, Thus let us our relation prove. 281. C. M. Newton. The precious Name. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 12 in CHRIST. 282. L. M. Watis. The divine Example. 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my Pattern ; may I bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. 283. L. M. E. Taylob. Lo, 1 am with you always. — Matt. 28 : 20. 1 If love, the noblest, purest, best, If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast, 0, surely Jesus claims our love. 2 His image meets us in the hour Of joy, and brightens every smile ; We see him, when the tempests lower, Each terror soothe, each grief beguile. 3 We see him in the daily round Of social duty, mild and meek ; With him we tread the hallowed ground, Communion with our God to seek. 174 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 We see his pitying, gentle eye, When lonely want appeals for aid ; We hear him in the frequent sigh That mourns the waste that sin has made, 5 We meet him at the lowly tomb, And weep where Jesus wept before ; And there, above the grave's dark gloom, We see him rise, and weep no more. 284. C. M. Gowpisa. A Fountain opened for Sin.. — Zech. 13 : 1. 1 There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile m he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Are saved, to sin no more. 4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thv power to save. 175 CHRIST. 285. C. M. Doana The Way, the Truth, and the Life. — John. 14 : 6 1 Thou art the Way ; to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth ; thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life ; the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life : Grant us to know that way, That truth to keep, that life to win, Which lead to endless day. 286. S. M. H. Martineau. The Coming of Christ in Power. — Matt. 24 : 30. 1 Lord Jesus, come ; for here Our path through wilds is laid ; We watch, as for the dayspring near, Amid the breaking shade. 2 Lord Jesus, come ; for hosts Meet on the battle-plain ; The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain. 8 Lord Jesus, come ; the slave Still bears his heavy chains; Their daily bread the hungry crave, While teem the fruitful plains. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 Hark ! herald voices near Lead on thy happier day ; Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear : We wait to strew thy way. 5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power ; Gather us all within thy fold, And let ns stray no more. 287. L. M. Wati Excellences of Christ described. 1 When strangers stand, and hear me tell What bcajities in my Saviour dwell, Where he is gone they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown ; But he descends, and shows his face In the young gardens of his grace, — 3 In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand ; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads. 4 He has engrossed my warmest love ; No earthly charms my soul can move ; I have a mansion in his heart; Nor death nor hell shall make us part. 5 0, may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, * Till death shall make my last remove, To dwell forever with my Love. 177 CHRIST. 288. L. M. Richards* The Cloud and Pillar of Fire. — Ps. 78 : 14. 1 Long as the darkening cloud abode, So long did ancient Israel rest ; Nor moved they till the guiding Lord In brighter garments stood confessed. 2 Father of spirits, Light of light, Lift up the cloud, and rend the veil ; Shine forth in fire amid that night Whose blackness makes the heart to fail. 3 Tis done : to Christ the power is given ; His death has rent the veil away ; Our great Forerunner entered heaven, And oped the gate of endless day. 4 Adoring nations hail the dawn ; All kingdoms bless the noontide beam ; And light, unfolding life's full morn, Is vast creation's deathless theme. 289. 7s. FURNESS, Christ, who streivjtheneth me. — Phil. 4 : 13. 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die ? Who, 0 God, my guide shall be ? Who shall lead thy child to thee ? 2 Blessed Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son ; He will give the light I need ; He my trembling steps will lead. 3 Through this world, uncertain, dim, Let me ever learn of him ; From his precepts wisdom draw, Make his life my solemn law. 178 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ, the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die ; — 5 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above, — Learn to die without a fear, Feeling Christ, my Saviour, near. 290. c. M. / know that my Redeemer livcth. — Job 19 : 25. 1 I know that my Redeemer lives ; He lives who once was dead ; To me in grief he comfort gives ; With peace he crowns my head. 2 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave, At God's right hand on high, My ransomed soul to keep and save. To bless and glorify. 3 He lives to fill my breast with love, With joy my heart to feed ; He lives to plead for me above, To succor me in need. 4 He lives that I may also live, And now his grace proclaim ; He lives that I may honor give To his most holy name. 6 Let strains of heavenly music rise, While all their anthem sing To Christ, my precious Sacrifice And ever-living King. 179 CHRIST. 291. S. M. DOLDttlEGE. Salvation by Grace. 1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear ; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. 292. C. M. Watts, Salvation by Christ. 1 Salvation ! 0, the joyful sound ! 'Tis pleasure to our ears — A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 3 Salvation ! 0 thou bleeding Lamb, To thee the praise belongs ; Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 293. S. M. Watts. Redemption through his Blood. — Eph. 1 : 7. 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace. Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A Sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they, 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, TYhilc like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sum his bleeding love. 294. L. M. Doddridge. Christ the Sun of IiigJttcousncss. 1 To thee, 0 God, we homage pay, Source of the light that rules the day ; Who, while he gilds all nature's frame, Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace Which gives the Sun of Righteousness, Whose nobler light salvation brings, And scatters healing from his wings. 8 0, may his glories stand confessed, From north to south, from east to west ; Successful may his gospel run, Wide as the circuit of the sun. 181 CHRIST. W5. c. M. Faeer. Simplicity that is in Christ. — 2 Cor. 11 : 3. 1 0, see how Jesus trusts himself Unto our childish love, As though by his free ways with us Our earnestness to prove. 2 His sacred name a common word > On earth he loves to hear ; There is no majesty in him Which love may not come near. 3 The light of love is round his feet ; His paths are never dim ; And he comes nigh to us when wo Dare not come nigh to him. 4 Let us be simple with him, then, - Not backward, stiff, nor cold, As though our Bethlehem could bo What Sinai was of old. 296. C. M. Bt-K^nr, Unto you which believe he is precious. — 1 Pet. 2 : 7. 1 Jesus, the very thought of thee With gladness fills my breast ; But dearer far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 0 Saviour of mankind. 3 0 Hope of every contrite heart, 0 Joy of all the meek, To those who fall how kind thou art ! How good to those who seek ! CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 And those who find thee, find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, — what it is, None -but his loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be ; Jesus, be thou our glory now, And through eternity. 297. S. M. BONAR. The Power of his Christ. — Rex. 12 : 10. 1 Jesus, the Christ of God, The Father's blessed Son, The Father's bosom thine abode, The Father's love thine own. 2 Great Sacrifice for sin, Giver of life for life, Restorer of the peace within, True Ender of the strife, — 3 To thee, the Christ of God, Thy saints exulting sing. The bearer of our heavy load, Our own anointed King. 4 True Lover of the lost, From heaven thou earnest down, To pay for souls the righteous cost. And claim them for thine own. 6 Rest of the weary thou, To thee, our Rest, we come : In thee to find our dwelling now, Our everlasting home. CHRIST. 298. 7s. C Wesley, A Refuge in Christ. 1 Jesus, Lover of my soul, . Let me to thy bosom fly, While the waters near me roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide me, 0 my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide : 0, receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah, leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me : All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring : Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, 0 Christ, art all I want ; More than all in thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Thou of life the fountain art ; Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. 299. 8S & 7s. TOPLADY Those in Darkness have seen a great Light. — Is. 9:2. 1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and, thy dear self revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath. 184 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 2 Still we wait for thine appearing ; Life and joy thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor, benighted heart. 3 Save us in thy great compassion, 0 thou mild, pacific Prince ; Give the knowledge of salvation ; Give the pardon of our sins. 4 By thine all-sufficient merit, Every burdened soul release ; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into thy perfect peacer. 300. 7s. TOPLADT. That Rock was Christ. — 1 Cor. 10:4. 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure — Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Could my zeal no respite know, .Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, "When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment-throne* Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let mc hide myself in thee. 185 CHRIST. 30 J. H. M. Watts. A Name above every Name. — Phil. 2 : 9. 1 Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore : All are too mean to speak his worth, Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 2 Great Prophet of our God, My tongue would bless thy name ; • By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came : The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven. 3 Jesus, our great High Priest, Offered his blood, and died ; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside : His precious blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 0 thou almighty Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace, I sing. Thine is the power : behold I sit, In willing bonds, beneath thy feet. 302. L. M. T. Scott. Is there no Physician there 1 — Jer. 8 : 22. 1 Why droops my soul, witli grief oppressed \ Whence these wild tumults in my breast ? Is there no balm to heal my wound ? No kind physician to be found ? 1S6 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 2 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes : Behold, the Prince of Glory dies ; He dies extended on the tree, Thence sheds a sovereign halm for thee. 3 Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie, Here to receive a cure or die ; But grace forbids that painful fear — 0, boundless grace ! it triumphs here. 4 Expand, my soul, with holy joy ; Hosannas be thy blest employ, Salvation thy eternal theme, And swell the song with Jesus' name. 303. 10s. Montgomery. He shall sit as a Refiner. — Mai. 3 : 3. 1 He that from dross would win the precious ore, Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye. The subtile, searching process to explore, Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by When in the molten silver's virgin mass He meets his pictured face as in a glass. 2 Thus in God's furnace are his people tried : Thrice happy they wrho to the end endure. But who the fiery trial may abide ? Who from the crucible come forth so pure That He whose eye of flame looks thro' the whole May see his image perfect in his soul ? 3 Not with an evanescent glimpse alone, As in that mirror the refiner's face, But, stamped with Heaven's broad signet, there be shown Immanuel's features, full of truth and grace, And round that seal of love this motto be : — ' Not for a moment, but eternity.' 187 CHRIST. 304. 8s <& 7s. Newtcn. Christ the true Friend. 1 One there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's — Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood ? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in him to God. 3 When he lived on earth abase'd, Friend of Sinners was his name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 0 for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend wc have above. 305. C. M. C. Wesley. / have prayed for thee. — Luke 22 : 32. 1 I know that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me : A token of his love he gives, A pledge of liberty. 2 I find him lifting up my head ; He brings salvation near ; His presence makes me free indeed, And he will soon appear. 3 Jesus, I hang upon tliy word ; I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, And to thyself receive. iba CHARACTER AND OFIY 30G. L. M. Medley. The Loving-kindnesses of the Lord. — Is. 63 :7. 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; lie justly claims a song from me ; His loving-kindness, 0, how fi 2 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul ha stood ; His loving-kindness, 0, how good I 3 Soon si l all I pass the gloomy vale ; Soon all my mortal powers must lail : 0, may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. 4 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the sb 307. 8. M. Steele. Go in and out, ana find Pasture. — John 10 : 9. 1 While my Redeemer's near, My Shepherd and my Guide, I bid farewell to anxious fear: My wants are all supplied. 2 To ever-fragrant meads, Where rich abundance grows, His graeious hand indulgent leads, And guards my sweet repose. 3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, My wandering feet restore, To thy fair pastures guide my way, And let me rove no more. 13 CHRIST. 311. CM. Tcplait. I am the Vine. — John 15 : 5. 1 Jesus, immutably the same, Thou true and living Vine, Around thy all-supporting stem My feeble arms I twine. 2 Quickened by thee and kept alive, I flourish and bear fruit ; My life I from thy sap derive, My vigor from thy root. 8 Grafted in thee by grace alone, In growth I daily rise ; And, springing up from thee, the Vine, My top shall reach the skies. 4 I can do nothing without thee ; My strength is wholly thine ; Withered and barren should I be, If severed from the Vine. 5 Each moment watered by thy care, And fenced with power divine, Fruit to eternal life shall bear The feeblest branch of thine. 312. C M. Heginbotham. The Good Shepherd. — John 10 : 11. 1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise ; 0, let the feeblest of thy flock Attempt to speak thy praise. 2 But how shall mortal tongue express A subject so divine, Do justice to so vast a theme, - Or praise a love like thine ? CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 3 My life, my joy, my hope 1 owe To thine amazing love ; Ten thousand thousand comforts here, And nobler bliss above. 4 To thee my trembling spirit flies, With sin and grief oppressed ; Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, And lulls my cares to rest. 5 Lead on, dear Shepherd; led by thee, No evil shall I fear ; Soon shall I reach thy fold above, And praise thee better there. 313. S. M. J. Wesley. The Daystar. — 2 Pet. 1 : 19. 1 We lift our hearts to thee, Thou Daystar from on high ; The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 0, let thy rising beams Dispel the shades of night ; And let the glories of thy love Come like the morning light. 3 How beauteous nature now ! How dark and sad before ! With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore. 4 May we this life improve To mourn for errors past, And live this short, revolving day As if it were our last, 193 CHRIST. 314. 8s & 7s. Nevdt. I am with you alway. — Matt. 28 : 20. 1 Always with us, always with us — Words of cheer and words of love ; Thus the risen Saviour whispers From his dwelling-place above. 2 With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none, Telling us' that in the future Golden harvests shall be won ; — 3 With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear ; Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear ; — 4 With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream, Lighting up the steps to glory With salvation's radiant beam. 315. S. M. WATTb. Moses and Christ. — John 1:17. 1 The law by Moses came ; But grace, and truth, and love Were brought by Christ, a nobler name, Descending from above. 2 Amidst the house of God Their different works were done — Moses a faithful servant stood, But Christ a faithful Son. 8 Then to his new commands Be strict obedience paid ; O'er all his Father's house he stands The Sovereign and the Head. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 316. 7s & 6s. Paul Gerhard. Surely he hath borne our Griefs. — Is. 53 : 4. 1 0 sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, — 0 sacred brow, surrounded With thorns, thine only crown, — Once on a throne of glory, Adorned with light divine, Now all despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 On me, as thou art dying, 0, turn thy pitying eye ; To thee for mercy crying, Before thy cross I lie. Thine, thine the bitter passion ; Thy pain is all for me ; Mine, mine the deep transgression ; My sins are all on thee. 3 What language can I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend, For all this dying sorrow, Of all my woes the end ? 0, can I leave thee ever ? Then do not thou leave me ; Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to thee. 4 Be near when I am dying ; Then close beside me stand ; Let me, while faint and sighing, Lean calmly on thy hand : These eyes, new faitli receiving, From thine eye shall not move, For he who dies believing, Dies safely in thy love. 195 CHRIST. ol7. S. M. Montgomery. Captain of our Salvation. — Heb. 2 : 10. 1 Our Captain leads us on ; He beckons from the skies ; He reaches out a starry crown, And bids us take the prize. 2 ' Be faithful unto death, Partake my victory, And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, And thou shalt reign with me.' 3 Tis thus the righteous Lord To every soldier saith ; Eternal life is the reward Of all victorious faith. 4 Who conquer in his might The victor's meed receive ; They claim a kingdom in his right, Which God shall freely give. 318. 8s & 7s. Bonar. The Elder Brother. 1 Yes, for me, for me he careth With a brother's tender care ; Yes, with me, with me he shareth Every burden, every fear. 2 Yes, for me he standeth pleading At the mercy-seat above,- Ever for me interceding, Constant in untiring love. 3 Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth Joys unearthly, love and light ; And to cover me he spreadeth His love-brooding wing of might. 19fi CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 4 Yes, in Hie, in me he dwelleth ; I in him, and he in me ; And my empty soul he filleth. Here and through eternity. 5 Thus I wait for his returning, Singing all the way to heaven ; Such the joyful song of morning, Such the tranquil song of even. 319. CM. Watt* In all Points tempted like as we are. — Heb. 4 : 15. 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above : His heart is made of tenderness ; It melts with pitying love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he hath felt the same. 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears, And, in his measure, feels afresh What every member bears. 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame ; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power ; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour. 197 CHRIST. 320. us. Looking unto Jesus. — Heb. 12 : 2. 1 0 eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore, Look off unto Jesus ; now sorrow no more ; The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear ; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near ; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For ' Why are ye troubled ? ' he saith unto me. 3 Still looking to Jesus, 0, may I be found, When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round ; They bear me away in his presence to be : I see him still nearer whom always I see. 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face, Shall know how his love went before me each day. And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 321. L. M. Unto you which believe he is precious. — 1 Pet. 2 : 7. 1 0, speak of Jesus : other names Have lost for me their interest now ; His is the only one that claims To be an antidote for woe : It falls like music on the ear When nothing else can soothe or cheer. 2 0, speak of Jesus — of his power As Son of God and Son of Man, Which day by day, and hour by hour, As he wrought out the wondrous plan, Led him, as God, to save and heal — As man, to sympathize and feel. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 8 0, speak of Jesus — of his death ; For us he lived, for us he died ; 1 'Tis finished,' with his latest breatli The Lord, Immanuel-Jesus, cried. That death of shame and agony Won life, eternal life, for me. 4 Yes, speak of Jesus : while mine ear Can listen to a human voice, That name my parting soul will cheer, Will bid me e'en in death rejoice, Then prove, when these clay bonds are riven, My passport at the gates of heaven. 322. l. M. There is none other Name. — Acts 4 : 12. 1 There is none other name than thine, Immanuel Jesus, name divine, On which to rest for sins forgiven — For peace with God, for hope of heaven. 2 There is none other name than thine, When cares, and fears, and griefs are mine. That with a gracious power can heal Each care, and fear, and grief I feel. 3 There is none other name than thine. When called my spirit to resign, To bear me through that latest strife, And e'en in death to be my life. 4 Name above every name, thy praise Shall fill the remnant of my days : Immanuel Jesus, name divine, Rock of salvation, thou art mine. 199 CHRIST. 323. C. M. Cennije. Sweet Name. 1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of thee ; No music's like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet to me. 2 0, may I ever hear thy voice In mercy to me speak ; In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice, And thy salvation seek. 3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, While on this earth I stay; I'll sing my Jesus' lovely name When all things else decay. 4 When I appear in yonder cloud, With all his favored throng, Then will I sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be my song. 324. H. M. C. Wesley, He liveth to make Intercession. — Hob. 7 : 25. 1 Arise, my soul, arise ; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears : Before the throne my Saviour stands ; My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead : His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 3 The Father hears him pray, — His dear Anointed One ; — He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 4 To God I'm reconciled : His pardoning voice I hear ; He owns me for his child : I can no longer fear ; With confidence I now draw nigh, And ' Father ! Abba, Father ! ' cry. 325. C. M. Steele. The Love of Christ constraineth us. — 2 Cor. 5 : 14. 1 Jesus, in thy transporting name What blissful glories rise ! Jesus — the angels' sweetest theme; The wonder of the skies. 2 Well might the skies with wonder view A love so strange as thine : No thought of angels ever knew Compassion so divine. 3 Is there a heart that will not bend To thy divine control ? Descend, 0 sovereign Love, descend, And melt the stubborn soul. 4 0, may our willing hearts confess Thy sweet, thy gentle sway, Glad captives of redeeming grace, Thy pleasing rule obey. 201 CHRIST. 326. h. M. Thou hast led Captivity captive. — Eph. 4 : 8. 1 The happy morn is come ; Triumphant o'er the grave, The Saviour leaves the tomb, Almighty now to save. Captivity is captive led ; For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 2 The ransom Christ hath paid ; The glorious work is done ; On him our help is laid, By him our victory won. Captivity is captive led ; For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! The Resurrection thou ; All hail, thou risen Lord ! Before thy throne we bow. Captivity is captive led ; For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 327. S. M. C. "Wesley. We have an Advocate with the Father. — 1 John 2 : 1. 1 Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns, In glorious strength arrayed ; His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad. 2 Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesus' mighty love : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, To Him who rules above. 202 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. o Extol his kingly power ; Adore th' exalted Son, Who died, but lives, to die no more. High on his Father's throne. 4 Onr Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads thro' all the earth abroad The triumph of his cross. 328. L. M. Watts. He shall have Dominion from Sea to Sea. — Ps. 72 : 8. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King, Angels descend with songs again. , And earth repeat the loud Amen» 203 CHRIST. 329. 7s. Kneeland. Characters of Christ. 1 Mediator, Son of God, Spread thy boundless love abroad ; Counsellor, the Prince of peace, Fill the world with truth and grace. 2 Sun of Righteousness, arise ; Send thy light around the skies ; Life of all the quick and dead, Feed our souls with living bread. 3 Leader of the halt and blind, Raise to life 1jie sinking mind ; Binder of the broken heart, Grace to every soul impart. 4 Opener of the sealed book, Cause the world therein to look : Taker of the veil away, Lead us to eternal day. 330. l. M. Christ reigning in the Heart. 1 0 hallowed is the land, and blest, "Where Christ, the Ruler, is confessed ; 0 happy hearts and happy homes, To whom the great Redeemer comes. 2 Fling wide the portals of your heart ; Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy. 3 Redeemer, come ! I open wide My soul to thee ! here, Lord, abide ! Thankful and glad my song I raise, And give to thee a life of praise. 201 CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 331. 7s. Montgomery. Christ's Kingdom. — Rev. II : 1 -5 . 1 Hark ! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea When it breaks upon the shore. 2 See Jehovah's banner furled ; Sheathed his sword ; he speaks — 'tis done And the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole, With supreme, unbounded sway ; He shall reign when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away. 4 Then the end : beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall : Hallelujah ! Christ in God, God in Christ is all in all. 332. C. M. Bernard. Christ our All. 1 0 Jesus, Lord of all below, Thou fount of life and fire, Surpassing all the joys we know, All that we can desire, — 2 May every heart confess thy name, And ever thee adore, And, seeking thee, itself inflame To seek thee more and more. 8 Thee may our tongue forever bless, Thee may we love alone, And ever in our lives express The image of thine own. 14 205 CHRIST. PRAISE TO HIM. 333. C. M. C Wesley. Praise to the Saviour. 1 0 for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my Lord and King, The triumphs of his grace. 2 My gracious Master and my Lord, Assist me to proclaim, To spread. through all the earth abroad The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus ! the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive ; The mourning, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. 5 ^ Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy. 334. C. P. M. Medley. Excellency of Christ. 1 0, could I speak the matchless worth, 0, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings In notes almost divine. PRAISE TO HIM. 2 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would, to everlasting days, Make all his glories known. 8 0, the delightful day will come, When Christ, my Lord, will bring me home, And I shall see his face ; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity Til spend, Triumphant in his grace. 335. C. M. Doddridge. He is precious. — 1 Pet. 2 : 7. 1 Jesus, I love thy charming name ; 'Tis music to my ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear. 2 All that my loftiest powers can wish, In thee doth richly meet ; Not to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there — The noblest balm of all my wounds, The cordial of my care. 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my expiring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms — The antidote of death. CHRIST. 336. it. m. Resjjoiise to the Xcw Song. — Rev. 5 : 9. 1 Shall hymns of grateful love Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above Their songs of triumph sing, And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again ? 2 Shall they adore the Lord, Who bought them with his blood, And all the love record That led them home to God, And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again ? 0 0, spread the joyful sound ; The Saviour's love proclaim ; And publish all around Salvation through his name ; Till all the world take up the strain, And send the echo back again. S37. 8s & 7s. Robinsoh Brightness of the Father's Glory. — Ileb. 1 : 3. 1 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence ; Sing the Lord, who came to die. 2 Did archangels sing thy coming ? Did the shepherds learn their lays ? Shame would cover me, ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise. PRAlst; TO HIM. 3 From the highest throne in glory To the'cross of deepest woe, All to ransom guilty captives ! Flow, my praise, forever flow. 4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ; Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; Thence return, and reign forever ; Be the kingdom all thine own. 338. 8. M. Hammond. The Sony of Mose? and the Lamb. — Rev. 15 :3. 1 Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake, every heart, and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of his rising power ; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues ; Sing, till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, th' exalted King. 5 Soon shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the. Lamb. CHRIST. 339. 6s & 4s. Kingsbury. At the Name of Jesus every Knee should bow. — Phil. 2: 10. 1 Let us awake our joys ; Strike up with cheerful voice ; Each creature, sing : Angels, begin the song ; Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, ' Jesus is King.' 2 Proclaim abroad his name ; Tell of his matchless fame ; What wonders done. Above, beneath, around, Let all the earth resound, Till heaven's high arch rebound, 1 Victory is won.' 3 All hail the glorious day, When, through the heavenly way, Lo, he shall come. While they who pierced him wail, His promise shall not fail ; Saints, see your King prevail : Great Saviour, come. 340. C. M. Watts. Praising Christ for his Grace. 1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end — The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; Thy goodness I adore ; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. 210 PRAISE TO HIM. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march, with courage in thy strength, To see my Father, God. 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King ! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. 34 1 . C. M. Watt* The Voice of many Angels. — Rev. 5:11. 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. '1 * Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry, 4 To be exalted thus ; ' * Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply, ; For he was slain for us.' 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred name Of Him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. HOLY SPIRIT. 346. C. M. Lyte. The Coming of the Holy Spirit. — John 16 : 7. 1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us on earth to dwell. 2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue ; All powerful as the wind he came, And all as viewless too. 3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to fix his rest. 4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as, the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And whispers us of heaven. 5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his, and his alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see ; 0, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, Purer and worthier thee. 347. s. M. The Comforter. — John 14 : 2G. 1 Blest Comforter divine, Let rays of heavenly light Amid our gloom and darkness shine, To guide our souls aright. 214 HOLY SPIRIT. 2 Draw, with thy still small voice, From every sinful way ; And bid the mourning saint rejoice, Though earthly joys decay. 3 By thine inspiring breath, Make every cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear. 4 0, fill thou every heart With love to all our race ; Great Comforter, to us impart These blessings of thy grace. 348. 7s. Rked. The Spirit helpeth our Infirmities. — Rom. 8 : 26. 1 Holy Spirit, Light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away ; Turn the darkness into day. 2 Holy Spirit, Power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. 3 Holy Spirit, Joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; Bid my many woes depart ; Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 4 Holy Spirit, All divine, Dwell within this heart of mine ; Cast down every idol throne ; Reign supreme, and reign alone. 215' CHRIST. 342. C. M. Steels. The unsearchable Riches of Christ. — Eph. 3 : 8. 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song : 0, may his love — immortal flame — Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach ? What mortal tongue display ? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, ' The Saviour died for me.' 4 0, may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song. 343. 8s & 5. , Kelli. Sing of Jesus. 1 Sing of Jesus, sing forever Of the love that changes never ; Who or what from him can sever Those he makes his own ? 2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them ; When they knew him not, he sought them, And from all their wanderings brought them His the praise alone. 3 Through the desert Jesus leads them ; With the bread of heaven he feeds them, And through all the way he speeds them To their home above. 212 HOLY SPIRIT. HOLY SPIRIT. 344. C. M. Boxah. It is the Spirit that qvickeneth. — John 6 : 63. 1 Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate This heart and soul of mine ; And my whole being, with thy grace, Pervade, 0 Life divine ! 2 As this clear air surrounds the earth, Thy grace around me roll ; As the fresh light pervades the air, So pierce and fill my soul. 3 As, from these clouds, drops down in love The precious summer rain, So, from thyself, pour down the flood That freshens all again. 4 Thus life within our lifeless hearts Shall make its glad abode ; And we shall shine in beauteous light, Filled with the light of God. 345. L. M. Topladt. Nat by Might, but by my Spirit. — Zech. 4 : fi 1 At anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry, sweet Spirit, come ! Celestial breeze, no longer stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way. 2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below ; But I can only spread my sail ; Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale. 213 HOLY SPIRIT. 346. C. M. Lyte. The Coming of the Holy Spirit. — John 16 : 7. 1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us on earth to dwell. 2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue ; All powerful as the wind he came, And all as viewless too. «S He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to fix his rest. 4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And whispers us of heaven. 5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his, and his alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see ; 0, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, Purer and worthier thee. 347. s. M. the Comforter. — John 14 : 2C. 1 Blest Comforter divine, Let rays of heavenly light Amid our gloom and darkness shine, To guide our souls aright. HOLY SPIRIT. 2 Draw, with thy still small voice, From every sinful way ; And bid the mourning saint rejoice, Though earthly joys decay. 3 By thine inspiring breath, Make every cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear. 4 0, fill thou every heart With love to all our race ; Great Comforter, to us impart These blessings of thy grace. 348. 7s. Rked. The Spirit helpeth our Infirmities. — Horn. 8 : 26. 1 Holy Spirit, Light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away ; Turn the darkness into day. Q Holy Spirit, Power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. Holy Spirit, Joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine Bid my many woes depart ; Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. Holy Spirit, All divine, Dwell within this heart of mine ; Cast down every idol throne ; Reign supreme, and reign alone. 215' HOLY SPIRIT. 349. S. M. Habi, Sanctified by the Holy Ghost. — Rom. Id . 16. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come ; Let thy bright beams arise ; Dispel the sorrow from our minds. The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us all of sin ; Lead us to thine abode, And to our wondering view reveal The mercies of our God. 3 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new create the whole. 5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts ; Our minds from bondage free ; Then shall we know, and praise, and love, And rise at length to thee. 350. C. M. Humphreys. Light, Life, and Love. 1 Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord, Thy Spirit now send down ;• Fulfil in us thy faithful word, And all thy mercies crown. 2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire Their wondrous powers impart, Grant, Father, what we more desire — Thy Spirit in our heart. HOLY SPIRIT. 3 Spirit of life, and light, and love, Thy heavenly influence give ; Quicken our souls, our guilt remove, That we in Christ may live. 4 To our benighted minds reveal The glories of his grace, And bring us where no clouds conceal The brightness of his face. 5 His love within us shed abroad, — Life's ever-springing well, — Till God in us, and we in God, In love eternal dwell. 351. L. M. Brown* lie will guide you into all Truth. — John 1G : 13. 1 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above ; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide ; O'er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road Which we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his pastures stray. 4 Lead us to God — our final rest, To be with him forever blest ; Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share- Fulness of joy forever there. HOLY SPIRIT. 352. C. M. Wat**. Sealed with that Holy Spirit of Promise. — Eph 1 : 1? 1 Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days ? Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal them heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven ? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In my Redeemer's blood, And bear thy witness, with my heart, That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come ; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, "Will safely bear me home. 853. S. M. MONTGOMERT Descent of the Holy Spirit. — Acts 2. 1 From God, thou Holy Ghost, In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all thy power. 2 We meet with one accord In our appointed place, And wait the promise of our Lord, The Spirit of all grace. 3 Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling breathe. 218 HOLY SPIRIT. 4 The young, the old inspire With wisdom from above ; And give us hearts and tongues of fire, To pray, and praise, and love. 5 Spirit of light, explore And chase our gloom away, With lustre shining more and more Unto the perfect day. G Spirit of truth, be thou In life and death, our Guide ; 0 Spirit of adoption, now May we be sanctified. 354. L. M. Steele. He dwelleth with you. — John 14:17. 1 Sure, the blest Comforter is nigh ; 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ; Else would my hope forever die, And every cheering ray depart. 2 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than power divine That animates these strong desires ? 3 And when my cheerful hope can say, 1 love my God and taste his grace, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray Which brings this dawn of sacred peace ! 4 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart Forever dwell, 0 God of love, And light and heavenly peace impart — Sweet earnest of the joys above. 219 HOLY SPIRIT. 355. C. M. Watts. Praying in the Holy Ghost. — Jude 20. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall 'we ever live At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great ? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 356. C. M. Montgomery. Sjririt of Power and flight. 1 Spirit of power and might, behold A world by sin destroyed ; Creator Spirit, as Of old, Move on the formless void. 2 Give thou the word : that healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned, Produce the tree of life. 820 HOLY SPIRIT. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy, When nature rose to view, What strains will angel harps employ When thou shalt all renew ! 4 And if the sons of God rejoice To hear a Saviour's name, LTow will the ransomed raise their voice, To whom that Saviour came ! 5 Lo, every kindred, tongue, and tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To sovereign love alone. oo7 , L. M. Beddome. He shall teach you all Thihgs. — John 11 : 26. 1 Come, blessed Spirit, Source of light, Whose power and grace are unconfmcd, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy word reveals ; Cause me to run the heavenly way ; The book unfold, unloose the seals. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The emptiness of things below, The excellence of things above. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, To show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God, 15 S21 HOLY SPIRIT. 358. L. M. Moore. By my Spirit, saith the Lord. — Zech. i : 6. 1 Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand maj sow the seeds of light, — 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit dark and lost before, And, freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there. 3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire ; But when he swept its chords along, Then angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, 0 Lord, Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord ; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies. 359. L. M. Waits Power of the Holy Spirit. 1 Eternal Spirit, we confess And sing the wonders of thy grace ; Thy power conveys our blessings down From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day ; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger, and our refuge too. 3 The troubled conscience knows thy voice , Thy cheering words awake our joys; Thy words allay the stormy wind, Ard calm the surges of the mind. 2S2 . HOLY SPIRIT. 360. GS. BONAH. Pentecostal Hymn. 1 Come, heavenly Spirit, come, Into dark hearts steal in ; True Light, give light to souls Sunk in the night of sin. 2 Unveil thy glorious self To us, 0 Holy One, That thou into our hearts May shine, thyself alone. 3 Renew us, Holy One ; 0, purge us in thy fire ; Refine us, heavenly flame ; Consume each low desire. 4 Spirit of Holiness, It is thy breath divine That makes these hearts of ours To rise, and burn, and shine. 361. 7s. Stock eh. He will guide you into all Truth, — John 16 : 13. 1 Gracious Spirit, Love divine, Let thy light within me shine ; All my guilty fears remove ; Fill me with thy heavenly love. 2 Life and peace to me impart ; Seal salvation on my heart ; Dwell thyself within my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. 3 Let me never from thee stray ; Keep me in the narrow way ; Fill my soul with joy divine ; Keep me, Lord, forever thine. 223 HOLY SPIRIT. 362. c. M. Whitsunday. 1 Come, thou blest Harbinger of peace, Thou Spirit of all grace, Come, make our hearts thy temple pure, Thy home, thy dwelling-place. 2 Pure Light, o'er all our pathway shine ; Lead up the heavenward road ; Teach us to pray — to find our strength, Our joy, our peace in God. 3 0 Highest Good, breathe o'er our souls Thy power, and help us break The heavy yoke of sin, and all Its tempting paths forsake. 4 0 Golden Rain from heaven, come down On every barren field, That all the precious seed of truth A hundred-fold may yield. 5 Rich harvests let us bring, till thou, In whom all comfort lies, Shalt lift us up, and bid us bloom In fields beyond the skies. 363. C. M. Reeix Holy Spirit. 1 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home ; Descend, with all thy gracious power ; Come, Holy Spirit, come. 2 Come as the light: to us reveal Our sinfulness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 221 HOLY SPIRIT. 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame ; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless This consecrated hour ; May barrenness rejoice to own Thy fertilizing power. 5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace, And make the great salvation known Wide as the human race. 6 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power ; Come, Holy Spirit, come. 364. l. M. It is the Spirit that quickeneth. — John G : 63. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God ; Remove each vain, each worldly thought, And lead me to thy blest abode. 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul A living spark of holy fire ?. 0, kindle now the sacred flame, And make me burn with pure desire. 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, And let me now my Saviour see ; 0, soothe and cheer my burdened heart, And bid my spirit rest in thee. 225 HOLY SPIRIT. 86 >. C. M. Kkble. Day of Pentecost. — Acts 2. 1 Lo, when the Spirit of our God Came down his flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad — A rushing, mighty wind. 2 It fills the church of God ; it fills The sinful world around ; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. 3 To other strains our souls are set ; A giddy whirl of sin Fills ear and heart, and will not let Heaven's harmonies come in. 4 f ome, Lord ; come, Wisdom, Love, and Power Open our ears to hear ; Let us not miss th' accepted hour ; Save, Lord, by love or fear. 866. 8s & 7s. Gilu \Writsunday. 1 Day divine, when in the temple To the Lord's first lovers came Glory new and treasure ample, Mighty gifts and tongues of flame ! 2 Day to happy souls commended, When the Holy Ghost was given. When the Comforter descended, And brought down the joy of heaven ! 3 Lord, to-day thy people learncth No past wonder, no strange tale ; Lord, to-day thy people yearneth Here the Holy Ghost to hail. THE GOSPEL. — WARNINGS AND INITIATIONS. THE GOSPEL WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 367. C. M. Waits Ho, every one that thirsteth. — Is. 55 : 1. 1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind, — 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 IIo, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day: Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. 227 THE GOSPEL. 068. 7s. HAW LIS. / will draw all Men unto Me. — John 12 : 32. 1 From the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravished ear ! Love's redeeming work is done : Come and welcome, sinner, come. 2 Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest bounty stored ; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Thou shalt be a child confessed, Never from his house to roam : Come and welcome, sinner, come.. 3 Soon the days of life shall end ; Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, Safe your spirit to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home : Come and welcome, sinner, come. 369. 7s. Baiibauld. Come unto Me. — Matt. 11 : 28. 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice ; Come, and make my paths your choice ; I will guide you to your home : Weary pilgrim, hither come. 2 Thou who, homeless and forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain, — Ye whose swollen and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise, — WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care : A wounded spirit who can bear? 5 Sinner, come ; for here is found Balm that flows for every wound. Peace that ever shall endure. Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 370. C. M. Steele. Come, buy without Money. — Is. ->3 : 1. 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where Mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest. 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; He calls — he bids you come ; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms : But see, there yet is room. 3 0, come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love ; While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above. 4 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown. 5 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come : Ye longing souls, the grace adore ; Approach, there yet is room. THE GOSPEL. 371. 8s, 7s & 4. Hart. Ho, every one that thirsteth. — Is. 55 : 1. 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power. He is able ; He is willing : doubt no more. 2 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him : This he gives you — 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 8 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous — Sinners Jesus came to call. 4 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name : Hallelujah ! Sinners here may do the same. 372. L. M. Watts. Come, ye Ilcavy-laden. — Matt. 11 : 28. 1 Come hither, all ye weary souls ; Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 2 They shall find rest who learn of me ; I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 8 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight : My yoke is easy to his neck ; My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal ; Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. O/o. S. M. Onderdonk. The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. — Rev. 22 : 17. 1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, ' Sinner, come ; ' The Bride, the church of Christ, procl lima To all his children, ' Come.' 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, ' Come;' Let him that thirsts for righteousness To Christ, the fountain, come. 3 Yes, whosoever will, 0, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life : 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, Declares, ' I quickly come : ' Lord, even so ; I wait thine hour: Jesus, my Saviour, come. 231 THE GOSPEL. 374. C. M. Steel*. The Saviour's Invitation. 1 The Saviour calls ; let every ear Attend the heavenly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear ; Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe. 3 Ye sinners, come — 'tis mercy's voice: That gracious voice obey ; 'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys : And can you yet delay 1 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. 375. L. M. C Wesley. The Gospel Feaat. —Luke 14. 1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast ; Let every soul be Jesus' guest ; Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call ; The invitation is to all : Come, all the world ; come, sinner, thou ; All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest; Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. 2'\'i WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 4 My message as from God receive — Ye all may come to Christ, and live ; 0, let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. 5 See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding Sacrifice ; His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. 376. L. M. D WIGHT. Xo Hope in the Grave. 1 While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given ; But soon, ah, soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day ! How sweet the gospel's charming sounc ! Come, sinners, haste, 0, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save. 4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, No God regard your bitter prayer, Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 6 Now God invites — how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! Come, sinners, haste, 0, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. 2.33 THE GOSPEL. 377. C. M. COLIYEL. I will arise and go to my Father. — Luke 15 : 18. 1 Return, 0 wander-erenow return, And seek thy Father's face ; Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by his grace. 2 Return, 0 wanderer, now return ; He hears thy humble sigh ; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, 0 wanderer, now return ; Thy Saviour bids thee live : Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive. 4 Return, 0 wanderer, now return, And wipe the falling tear ; Thy Father calls — no longer mourn : 'Tis love invites thee near. 378. c. M. 2" mil give you Best. — Matt. 11 : 2S. 1 Come unto me, all ye who mourn, With guilt and fear oppressed ; Resign to me the willing heart, And I will give you rest. 2 Take up my yoke, and learn of me A meek and lowly mind ; And thus your weary, troubled souls Repose and peace shall find. 3 For light and gentle is my yoke : The burden I impose Shall ease the heart which groaned before Beneath a load of woes. 234 WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 379. 6s & 4s. To-day, if ye will hear His Voice. — Heb. T5 : 15. 1 To-day the Saviour calls ; Ye wanderers, come ; 0 ye benighted souls, Why longer roam ? 2 To-day the Saviour calls ; 0, hear him now ; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. 3 To-day the Saviour calls ; For refuge fly ; The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. 4 The Spirit calls to-day; Yield to his power ; 0, grieve him not away: 'Tis mercy's hour. 380. s. M. The oj/en Door. —Rev. 3 : 8. 1 0, cease, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam ; All this wide world, to either pole, Hath not for thee a home. 2 Behold the home of God ; Behold the open door ; 0, haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 3 There safe thou shalt abide ; There sweet shall be thy rest; And, every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest. 235 THE GOSPEL. 381. S. M. Montgomery. Ye aremot as yet come to the Rest. — Deut. 12 : 9. 1 0, where shall rest be found — Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years, And all that life is love. 4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : 0, what eternal horrors hang- Around the second death ! 5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone. 382. fi.M. '1/te barren Fig-tree. — Luke 13. 1 See, in the vineyard of the Lord A barren fig-tree stands ; It yields no fruit, no blossoms bears, Though planted by his hands. 2 From year to year he seeks for fruit, And still no fruit is found ; ]t stands, amid the living trees, A cumberer of the ground. - WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. Bttt see, an Intercessor pleads The barren tree to spare ; Let Justice still withhold his hand, And grant another year. Perhaps some means of grace untried May reach the stony heart ; The softening dews of heavenlv srrace May life anew impart. 5 But if these means should prove in vain, And still no fruit is found, Then Mercy shall no longer plead, But Justice cut it down. 383. L. M. Hyde. Mi/ Spirit ahull not always strive. — Gen. G : 3. 1 Say, sinner, hath a voice-within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control ? 2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice; It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It hade thee make the hotter choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 8 Spurn not the call to life and light ; Regard in time the warning kind ; That call thou mayst not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man ; Ye who persist his love to grieve May never hear his voice again. lvi 217 THE GOSPEL. 388. 12a & 8s. S. F. Smith. The Harvest is past. — Jer. 8 : 20. 1 When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er, — When the beams cease to break of the blest Sab- bath morn, And Jesus invites thee no more, — 2 When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The gospel no message declare, — Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailing of woe, How suffer the night of despair ? 3 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansions above, — When their harmony wakes, in the fulness of bliss, Their song to the Saviour of love, — £ Say, 0 sinner, that livest at rest and secure, Who fearest no trouble to conic, Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, Or bear the impenitcnt's doom ? 389. II. M. Boden. And yet there is Room. — Luke 14 : 22. 1 Ye dying sons of men, Immerged in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you : Ye perishing and guilty, come ; In Jesub' arms there yet is room. 210 WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 2 Xo longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame ; He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame All tilings are ready ; sinner, come ; For every trembling soul there's room. 3 Drawn by his bleeding love, Ye wandering sheep, draw near; Christ calls you from above ; The Shepherd's voice now hear : Let whosoever will, now come ; In Jesus' arms there still is room. 390. 7, J.F.Cl .RKE. T/ie Prodig U Son. — Luke 15. 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war ? Turn thee, brother, homeward come. 2 Hast thou wasted all the poi God for nob! tve? Squandered life's most golden hours ? Turn thee, brother, God can save. 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul ? Discontent upon thy brow ': Turn thee, God will make thee whole. 4 Fall before him on the ground ; Pour thy sorrow in his ear; Seek him while he may be found ; Call upon him ; he is near. e'l THE GOSPEL. 391. I, M. Come unto Me. —Matt, li : 'A. 1 With tearful eyes I look around : Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; Yet 'mid the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper, ' Come to me.' 2 It tells me of a place of rest; It tells me where my soul may flee ; 0, to the weary, faint, oppressed, How sweet the bidding, ' Come to m 8 ' Come, for all else must fail and die ; Earth is no resting-place for thee ; To heaven direct thy weeping eye ; I am thy portion ; come to me.' 4 0 voice of mercy, voice of love, In conflict, grief, and agony Support me, cheer me from above, And gently whisper, c Come to me.' 892. C. M. Doddridge. All Things ready. *- Matt. 22 : 4. 1 The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board ; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. 2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come ; Come from your most obscure retreats, And grace shall find you room. 8 All things are ready ; come away, Nor weak excuses frame ; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Master's namo WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS. 393. L. M. Collier. Escape for thy Life. — Gen. 19 : 17. 1 Haste, traveller, haste ; the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone ; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou far off from home and rest. 2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high ; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path — no refiige near. 3 Haste, while a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and rain, A hiding-place, a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come. 4 Then linger not in all the plain ; Flee for thy life — the mountain gain ; Look not behind — make no delay : 0, speed thee, speed thee on thy way. 394. s. M. . Choose the