FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Section c^ \, ^JJL . O worship the King, All glorious above; O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, , The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, And girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath The thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path On the wings of the storm. Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light, It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils In the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail : Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. Sir Robert Grant (1788—1838), 1839 Ab OPENING HYMNS. 5 5.5. 5. 6. D. " yesus, our King.''' [ Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful Name ; * The Name all-victorious Of Jesus extol ; His Kingdom is glorious, And rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, Almighty to save : And still He is nigh ; His presence we have. The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation To Jesus, our King. 3 ' ' Salvation to God, Who sits on the throne," Let all cry aloud, And honor the Son : The praises of Jesus The angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, And worship the Lamb. 4. Then let us adore, And give Him His right, All glory, and power, And wisdom and might ; All honor and blessing, With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love. Rev. Charles Wesle^ (1708 — 1788;, 1744 Ab 4 6 OPENING HYMNS. 7.8,7.7. ''Light of Light." i Light of Light, enlighten me! Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the shadows flee, Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning With Thy joyous sunshine blest, Happy is my day of rest. 2 Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me ; Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me ; Bless Thy Word that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 3 Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying ; Clear the shadows from mine eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow That Thine altar doth not know. 4 Let me with my heart to-day, Holy, holy, holy, singing, Rapt awhile from earth away, All my soul to Thee up-springing, Have a foretaste inly given, How they worship Thee in Heaven. 5 Rest in me and I in Thee, Build a paradise within me ; O reveal Thyself to me, Blessed Love, who died'st to win me Fed from Thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. 6 Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy : OPENING HYMNS. 7 Come, thou glorious Majesty, Deign to fill this temple lowly ; Naught to-day my soul shall move, Simply resting in Thy love. Rev. Benjamin Schmolke (1672 — 1737), 1704. Tr. by Miss Catherine Wink worth (1829— 1878), 1858. 5 7.8,7.3. " Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit." i Daysprixg of Eternity, Brightness of the Father's Glory, Dawn on us, that we may see Clouds and darkness flee before Thee; Drive afar, wTith conquering might, All our night. 2 Let Thy grace, like morning dew, Fall on hearts in Thee confiding ; Thy sweet comfort, ever new, Fill our souls with strength abiding ; And Thy quickening eves behold Thy dear fold. 3 Give the flame of love, to burn Till the bands of sin it breaketh, Till, at each new day's return Purer light my soul awaketh ; O, ere twilight come, let me Rise to Thee. 4 Thou who hast gone up on high, Grant that when Thy trumpet soundeth. When with glory, in the sky, Thee the cloud of saints surroundeth, We may stand among Thine own, Round Thy throne. 6 OPENING HYMNS. Lead us to the golden shore, O Thou rising Sun of Morning, Lead where tears shall flow no more, Where all sighs to songs are turning, Where Thy glory sheds alway Perfect day. Knorr von Rosenroth (1636 — 1688), 1634. Tr. by Rev. John Henry Hopkins (1820— ), 1S66. SI. alt. 8.8.8.8.7. " Hosanna, Lord.''' i Hosanna to the Living Lord! Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let Heaven, hosanna sing: Hosanna in the highest! 2 "Hosanna," Lord, Thine angels cry; "Hosanna," Lord, Thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound : Hosanna in the highest! 3 O Saviour, with protecting care Return to this Thy house of prayer, Assembled in Thy sacred Name, Where we Thy parting promise claim : Hosanna in the highest! 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest ; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee : Hosanna in the highest! 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, OPENING HYMNS. 9 Shall swell the sound of praise again : Hosanna in the highest! Bp. Reginald Heber 1,1783—1826). 1811. Ref. alt. 7 L.M. I " Te Deum Laudamus." i Thee we adore, Eternal Lord, We praise Thy Name with one accord; Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee. 2 To Thee aloud all angels cry, The heavens and all the powers on high : Thee, Holy, holy, holy King, Lord God of Hosts, the}- ever sing. 3 Th' Apostles join the glorious throng ; The Prophets swell th' immortal song ; The Martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to Thy praise. 4 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor Thee : Thy Xame we worship and adore, World without end, for evermore. 5 Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray, To keep us safe from sin this day: Have mercy, Lord, we trust in Thee ; O let us ne'er confounded be. Rev. John Gambold (1711 — 1771), 1754. Ab. and alt. 8 L.M. "The Trinity adored." O Holy, holy, holy Lord, Bright in Thy deeds and in Thy Name, For ever be Thy Name adored, Thy glories let the world proclaim. O Jesus, Lamb once crucified To take our load of sins away, IO OPENING HYMNS. Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide Along the realms of upper day. 3 O Holy Spirit from above, In streams of light and glory given, Thou source of ecstacy and love, Thy praises ring thro' earth and Heav'n. 4 O God Triune, to Thee we owe Our every thought, our every song ; And ever may Thy praises flow From saint and seraph's burning tongue. Rev. James Wallis Eastburn (1797 — 1819), 1819. 9 8.7. Thrice Holy. — Is. vi. 1-3. John xii. 41. i Round the Lord in glory seated, Cherubim and seraphim Filled His Temple and repeated, Each to each, th' alternate hymn: 2 "Lord, Thy glory fills the Heaven, "Earth is with its fulness stored; "Unto Thee be glory given, "Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 3 Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of Hosts, the Lord most High." 4 With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow : 5 "Lord, Thy glory fills the Heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!" OPENING HYMNS. II 6 Thus Thy glorious Xame confessing, We adopt the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy! blessing Thee, the Lord of Hosts most high. Bp. Richard Main 1 177- — i^S, , 1837. Ab. DOXOLOGY. Praise the Father, earth, and Heaven, Praise the Son, the Spirit praise ; As it was, and is, be given Glory, through eternal days. Unknown Author, 1827. in 8 7- 1 V God my Refuge and Fortress. — Ps. xci. i Call Jehovah thy Salvation, Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade, In His secret habitation Dwell, and never be dismayed. 2 There no tumult can alarm thee. Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; Guile nor violence can harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. 3 From the sword, at noonday wasting, From the noisome pestilence. In the depth of midnight, blasting, God shall be thy sure defence. 4 God shall charge His angel legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep : Though thou walk thro' hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 5 vSince, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection He will shield thee from above. 12 OPENING HYMNS. 6 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, He will hearken, He will save ; Here for grief reward thee double, Crown with life beyond the grave. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1822. Ab H8.7. Praise from the ivhole Creation. — Ps. cxlviii. i 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. 2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken ; Worlds His mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never shall be broken, For their guidance He hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious ; Never shall His promise fail ; God hath made His saints victorious ; Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify His Name. Rev. John Kempthorne (1775 — 1838), 18a; 12 8. 7. God is Loz>e. — 1 John iv. 8. i God is Love ; His mercy brightens 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; OPENING HYMNS. 1 3 But His mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove ; From the mist His brightness streameth: God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above ; Everywhere His glory shineth : God is wisdom, God is love. Sir John Bowring (1792 — 1872), 1825. 13 87" Xw Praise on Earth and in Heaven. — Rev. iv. 11. i 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, Pure unbounded grace is Thine : Hail the God of our salvation, Praise Him for His love divine. 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the richest gifts bestowed, Sound His praise thro' earth and Heaven, Sound Jeho\ ah's praise aloud. 4 Joyfully on earth adore Him, Till in Heaven our song we raise ; There, enraptured fall before Him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Rev. John Fawcett (1739 — 181 7), 1767. Alt. 14 OPENING HYMNS 14 7. 61. " God of Mercy, God of Grace." — Ps. lxvii. i God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face ; Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine ; And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end. 2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, Be by all that live adored : Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Saviour-King ; At Thy feet their tribute pay, And Thy holy will obey. 3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord, Earth shall then her fruits afford : God to man His blessing give, Man to God devoted live ; All below, and all above, One in joy, and light, and love. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793— 1847), 1834. 15 7. ' Matutinus altiora. i As the sun doth daily rise, Brightening all the morning skies, So to Thee with one accord Lift we up our hearts, O Lord. 2 Be our Guard in sin and strife ; Be the Leader of our life ; While we daily search Thy Word, Wisdom true impart, O Lord. 3 When the sun withdraws his light, WThen we seek our beds at night, Thou, by sleepless hosts adored, Hear the prayer of faith, O Lord. 16 OPENING HYMNS. *5 Praise we, with the heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; Thee would we with one accord Praise and magnify, O Lord. Kiny Alfred of England (849 — 901V Tr. by Earl Horatio Nelson (1823 — ), 1864. Ab. 7. D. Christ in Glory. Praise to God who reigns above, Binding earth and Heaven in love: All the armies of the sky Worship His dread sovereignty. Seraphim His praises sing, Cherubim on fourfold wing, Thrones, dominions, princes, powers, Ranks of might that never cowers. Angel hosts His word fulfil, Ruling nature hx His will ; Round His throne archangels pour Songs of praise for evermore. Yet on man they joy to wait, All that bright celestial state ; For true man their Lord they see, Christ, th' incarnate Deity. On the throne our L,crd, who died, Sits in manhood glorified ; Where His people faint below, Angels count it joy to go. O the depths of joy divine, Thrilling through those orders nine. When the lost are found again, When the banished come to reign. Rev. Richard Meux Benson, 1861. Ab 1 6 OPENING HYMNS. n7.D. Thrice Holy. — Is. vi, 3. 1 Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! God of Hosts ! When Heaven and earth, Out of darkness, at Thy word, Issued into glorious birth, All Thy works before Thee stood, And Thine eye beheld them good, While they sang with sweet accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord! 2 Holy, holy, holy ! Thee, One Jehovah evermore, Father, Son, and Spirit, we, Dust and ashes, would adore ; Lightly by the world esteemed, From that world by Thee redeemed, Sing we here, with glad accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! 3 Holy, holy, holy ! All Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, When the ransomed nations fall At the footstool of their King : Then shall saints and seraphim, Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, Round the throne with full accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1836, 1853 1Q 8.7.4. IO " S/>eak, for Thy servant heareth." — 1 Sam. iii, 10. i In Thy Name, O 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. OPKNING HYMNS. 17 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 clouds in Heaven we see. 3 There in worship purer, sweeter, Thee Thy people shall adore ; Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before ; Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769 — 1855), 181 5. ^v> Dismission. i Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us now, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O 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 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to Heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. Rev. John Fawcett (1739 — 1817), 1477. 18 OPENING AND CLOSING. «A L. M. 61. «yU "■Unto the Lord."— Rom xiv, 8. i When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of Righteousness Divine, On me with beams of mercy shine: Chase the dark 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 my advocate with God. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And as each morning sun shall rise, O 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. William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759— 1829), 1813. Ab. and alt rtl 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. falX The Trinity invoked. i Come, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy Name to sing, Help us to praise: OPENING AND CLOSING. J9 Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of days. Jesus, our Lord, arise ; Scatter our enemies, And make them fall ; Let Thine almighty aid Our sure defence be made ; Our souls on Thee be stayed : Lord, hear our call. Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend : Come, and Thy people bless, And give Thy Word success : Spirit of Holiness, On us descend. Come, Holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour : Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of Power. To the great One and Three Eternal praises be Hence, evermore. His Sovereign Majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1757. 20 OPENING AND CLOSING. 22 23 7. Seeking after God. — Jek. xxix. 13. i Lord, we come before Thee now, At Thy feet we humbly bow; O do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend In compassion, now descend; Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 3 In Thine own appointed way, Now we seek Thee, here we stay: Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing Thou bestow. 4 Send some message from Thy Word, That may joy and peace afford; Let Thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return; Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in Thee. Rev. William Hammond ( — 1783), 1745. Ab. 7. Sabbath Evening. For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to Thee alone be given, Lord of earth, and King of Heaven. Cold our services have been, Mingled every prayer with sin; But Thou canst and wilt forgive; By Thy grace alone we live. OPENING AND CLOSING. 21 3 Whilst this thorny path we tread, May Thy love our footsteps lead; When our journey here is past, May we rest with Thee at last. 4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above; While their steps Thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end. O. P., 1826. Ab. M i Asking of Co:/.— 1 Kings iii. 5. i Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer; Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring. 2 With my burden I begin, Lord, remove this load of sin; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There Thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 5 Show me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die Thy people's death. Rev John Newton (1725 — 1807I, 1779. Ab. 25 OPENING AND CLOSING. 7. The fading Light. i Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with Thee. 2 Thou, whose all -pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away: Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity; Then, from Thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. Bp. George Washington Doane (1799 — 1859), ^24 26 7. For the coming -week. — Ps. i Through the passing of the week, Father, we Thy presence seek: 'Midst this world's deceitful maze Keep us, Lord, in all our ways. 2 O, what snares our path beset! O, what cares our spirits fret! Let no earthly thing, we pray, Draw our souls from Thee away. 3 Thou hast set our daily task, Grace and strength from Thee we ask Thou our joys and griefs dost send, To Thy will our spirits bend. OPENING HYMNS. 23 Still in duty's lowly round Be our patient footsteps found: With Thy counsel guide us here, Till in glory we appear. Bp' William \\ alsham How (1823—), 1872. Ab. 27 L. M. " Christ always with His people. Jesus, where'er Thy people meet. There they behold Thy Mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee. Thou art found. And every place is hallowed ground. For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring Thee where they come. And, going, take Thee to their home. Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving Name. Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care. To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eye-. Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; Xor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear : O rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own. William Cowper (1731 — 180c), 1760. Al, 28 L. M. " "jfam lucis or to sidere" While now the daylight fills the sky We lift our hearts to God on high. That He, in all we do or say, Would keep us free from harm to-day 24 OPENING AND CLOSING. 2 So when the daylight leaves the sky, And night's dark hours once more are nigh, May we, unsoiled by sinful stain, Sing glory to our God again. Ambrose of Milan (340 — 397). Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), Ab. and alt. 00 L M hiyj The Love of God shed abroad 111 the Heart. — Eph. iii. 16. i 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 exprest. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength ; Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height and breadth and Of Thine immeasurable grace, [length 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done, By all the church, thro' Christ, His Son. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ort L. M. .. ( Abridged form.) OU " Gott ist gcgenwartig ■ O /asset uns anbeten." i Lo, God is here : let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place ; Let all within us feel His power, And silent bow7 before His face. 2 Lo, God is here : Him day and night United choirs of angels sing ; To Him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring. 3 Lord God of hosts, O may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; 31 OPENING AND CLOSING. 25 Still may we stand before Thy face, Still hear and do Thy sovereign will. Gerhard Tersteegen (1697 — 1769^, 1731. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley U7°3 — 1791)> J739- Ab. and alt. S. M. "Ask zvhat I shall give thee " — 1 Kings iii. 5. i Behold the throne of grace ! The promise calls me near ; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer, 2 My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold ; Since His own blood for thee He spilt, What else can He withhold ? 3 Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and Thy love ; I ask to serve Thee here below, And reign with Thee above. \ Teach me to live by faith, Conform my will to Thine, Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. Rev. John Newton (1725—1807), 1779. Ab 32 S M Importunity in Prayer. — Lukh xvni 1-7. Our Lord, who knows full well The heart of every saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell, To pray, and never faint. He bows His gracious ear, We never plead in vain ; Yet we must wait till He appear, And pray, and pray again. 26 OPENING HYMNS. 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear His chosen when they cry ; And though He may a while forbear, He'll help them from on high. 4 Then let us earnest be, And never faint in prayer ; He loves our inmortunity, And makes our cause His care. Rev John Newton (1725— 1807), 1779. Ab- and a,t- OO S. M. Jw "Sweet is the Work." i Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise Thy Name, and hear Thy Word, And grateful off 'rings 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. Miss Harriet Auber (1773 — 1862), 1829. Alt OA s. M. ' 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 rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ah. T^1 Evening Blessing. i Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing. Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe, if Thou art nigh. 5 Though the night be dark and drear}', Darkness cannot hide from Thee ; 34 EVENING. Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4 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. James Edmeston (1791 — 1867), 1S20. i{J Evening Shadows. i Tarry with me, O my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; See, the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west ; Swift the night of death advances ; Shall it be the night of rest ? 3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord, I cast myself on Thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness ; While I sleep, still watch by me. 4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ; Lay my head upon Thy breast Till the morning, then awake me : Morning of eternal rest. Mrs. Caroline Sprague Smith (1827 — ), 1855. Ab. ACt 8.7. TTU An Evening Prayer. i Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep : Bid Thine angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. 2 Great my sins are, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; EVENING. 35 Down before Thy cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alone. 3 Keep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, When my pilgrimage is made. 4 None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought ; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy holy Son has brought. 5 Pardon all my past transgressions ; Give me strength for days to come ; Guide and guard me with Thy blessing, Till Thine angels bid me home. Miss Harriet Parr, 1S56. SI. alt. T"/ Our Need of God.— Vs. cxxvii. i Vainly through night's weary hours, Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ; Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, But for God's protecting arm. 2 Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless ; Vain, without His grace and favor, Every talent we possess. 3 Vainer still the hope of Heaven, That on human strength relies ; But to him shall help be given, Who in humble faith applies. 4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed ; He will grant us peace and rest ; Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, Who thro' Christ his prayer addressed. Miss Harriet Auber (1773 — 186:), 1826. 36 MORNING. 40 11.4 0. iO Walking in the Light of the Lord. — Is. ii. 5. i Now, when the dusky shades of night retreating Before the sun's red banner swiftly flee ; Now, when the terrors of the dark are fleeting, O Iyord, we lift our thankful hearts to Thee. 2 Look from the height of Heaven, and send to cheer us Thy light and truth, and guide us on- ward still ; Still let Thy mercy, as of old, be near us, And lead us safely to Thy holy Hill. 3 So, when that Morn of endless light is waking, And shades of evil from its splendors flee, Safe may we rise, this earth's dark vale forsaking, Through all the long bright Day to dwell with Thee. Rev. Benjamin Hall Kennedy (1804 — ), 1863. Aft "•■ 8- 7- 7- ±\J " Te Deum Laudamus." i Hark ! the loud celestial hymn, Angel-choirs above are raising ; Cherubim and seraphim In unceasing chorus praising, Fill the heav'ns with sweet accord : Holy ! holy ! hoi)- Lord ! 2 Iyo! the apostolic train Join Thy sacred Name to hallow ! Prophets swell the loud refrain, EVENING 3 And the white-robed martyrs follow ; And from morn till set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee, While in essence, only One, Undivided God, we claim Thee ; And, adoring, bend the knee, While we own the mystery. Spare Thy people, Lord, we pray, By a thousand snares surrounded : Keep us without sin to-day, Never let us be confounded. Lo! I put my trust in Thee, Never, Lord, abandon me. Rev Clarence Augustus Walworth (1820 — ), 1853. A 50 6.5. The Day is over. i Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. 2 Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose ; With Thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. 3 Grant to little children Visions bright of Thee ; Guard the sailors tossing On the deep blue sea. 4 Through the long night-watches May Thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. 38 EVENING. 5 When the morning wakens, Then may I arise, Pure and fresh and sinless In Thy holy eyes. Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834 — ), 1865. Ab L.M. 61. " The Lord is my Light." — Ps. xxvii 51 1 SwEET Saviour, bless us ere we go ; Thy word into our minds instill ; And make our luke-warm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, 2 The day is done, its hours have run ; And Thou hast taken count of all — The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, 3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, 4 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And loving hearts without alloy, That only long to be like Thee. Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, MORNING AND EVENING. 39 For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call ; O let Thy mercy make us glad ; Thou art our Jesus and our All. Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our Light. [night, Rev. Frederick William Faber (,1814 — 1863), 1849. Ab. 7.7.7.5. Three in One. and One in Three. 52 i Three in One, and One in Three. Ruler of the earth and sea, Hears us, while we lift to Thee Hol}r chant and psalm. 2 Light of lights, with morning, shine : Lift on us Thy light divine ; And let charity benign Breathe on us her balm. 3 Light of lights, when falls the even, Let it close on sin forgiven ; Fold us in the peace of Heaven, Shed a holy calm. 4 Three in One, and One in Three, Dimly here we worship Thee : With the saints hereafter we Hope to bear the palm. Rev. Gilbert Rorison (1821—1869), 1850. Alt. TO 7.6. 8. 8. vj O " The Day is past.' ' i The day is past and over ; All thanks, O Lord, to Thee ; I pray Thee that offenceless The hours of dark ma}' be : O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight, And save me through the coming night 40 EVENING. 2 The toils of day are over : We raise our hymn to Thee, And ask, that free from peril, The hours of dark may be : O Jesus, keep us in Thy sight, And guard us through the coming night. 3 Be Thou our souls' Preserver, O God, for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which we have to go : O loving Jesus, hear our call, And guard and save us from them all. Bp. Anatolius of Constantinople ( — 458V Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1862. Ab. rA 11. 41. H.5. 0 i" " The Darkness and the Light are both alike to Thee." i Now God be with us, for the night is closing : The light and darkness are of His disposing, And 'neath His shadow here to rest we yield us, For He will shield us. 2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us ; Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us ; In soul and body Thou from harm defend us, Thine angels send us. 3 We have no refuge ; none on earth to aid us, Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us ; EVENING. 41 But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely Who seek Thee only. 4 Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy King- dom given, Thy will be done on earth as 'tis in Heaven, Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. " Bohemian Brethren Collection," 15:51. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829—1878), 1863. Ab. rr , 10. 90 " Fast falls the Eventide.'1'' i Abide with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me. 3 I need Thy presence even' passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like Thvself mv guide and stav can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. 42 EVENING. 4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter- ness ; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1847. Ab. Pff 10.61. VW "Fainter and yet more faint." i The day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows ; O brightness of Thy Father's glory, Thou, Eternal Light of light, be with us now ; Where Thou art present daikness cannot be: Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee. 2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end, Onward to darkness and to death we tend ; O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide, Be Thou our light in death' s dark eventide ; Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 57 EVENING. 43 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succors fail : When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, And hear Thy voice," Fear not, for it is I." The weary world is mouldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away : In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, May we arise, awakened by Thy call, With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide In that blest Day which has no eventide. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807 — 1885), 1862 L. M. D. Sunset Prayer. — Mark i. 32. At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay ; O in what divers pains they met, O with what joy they went away. Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near : What if Thy form we cannot see ? We know and feel that Thou arc here. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel, For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had ; And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin : And they who fain would serve Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within. 58 44 EVENING. 3 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man ; Thou hast been troubled , tempted , tried ; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide ; Thy touch has still its ancient power, No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; Hear in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. Rev. Henry T wells (1823— ), 1868. Ab. L. M. D. At Home with God ez>eryivhere. My Lord, how full of sweet content, I pass my years of banishment : Where'er I dwell, I dwell with Thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 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. While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy, to go or stay. 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. Madame J. B. de la Motte Guyon(i648 — 1717), 1702. Tr. by William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1782. Ab. and alt. P. M. "Fad/tig, still fading." Fading, still fading, the last beam is shin- ing, Father in Heaven, the day is declining, Safety and innocence fly with the light, 59 EVENING. 45 Temptation and danger walk forth with the night : From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime. Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Father in Heaven, O hear when we call, Hear for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all: Feeble and fainting, we trust in Thy might ; In doubting and darkness Thy love be our light ; Let us sleep on Thy breast while the night taper burns, Wake in Thy arms when morning returns. Father, have mercy, etc. Unknown Author, 1830. 60 7. 61. Evening Hymn. Father, by Thy love and power, Comes again the evening hour ; Light has vanished, labors cease Weary creatures rest in peace : We to Thee ourselves resign, Let our latest thoughts be Thine. Saviour, to Thy Father bear This our feeble evening prayer ; Thou hast seen how oft to-day We, like sheep, have gone astray ; Blessed Saviour, we, through Thee Pray that we may pardoned be. 61 46 EVENING. 3 Holy Spirit, Breath of balm, Fall on us in evening's calm ; Yet awhile, before we sleep, We with Thee will vigil keep. Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 4 Blessed Trinity, be near Through the hours of darkness drear ; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Round us set th' angelic Host, Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to a song of praise. Prof. Joseph Anstice (1808 — 1836), 1836. Ab. and alt. 10. " Thy Word of Peace." i Saviour , again to Thy dear name we raise , With one accord, our parting hymn of praise ; We rise to bless Thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day ; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy Name. 3 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night ; Turn Thou for us its darkness into light • MORNING. 47 From harm and danger keep Thy chil- dren free : Darkness and light are both alike to Thee. 4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earth- ly life, Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our con- flict cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Rev. John Ellerton (1826— ), 1868. 0 2 "The Day of holy Rest. ' ' i Again returns the day of holy rest, Which, when He made the world, Jehovah blest, When, like His own, He bade our labors cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. 2 Let us devote this consecrated day To learn His will, and all we learn obey ; So shall He hear, when fervently we raise Our supplications and our songs of praise. 3 Father of Heaven, in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose pre- cepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end. Rev. William Mason (:7?5 — 1797).. 1811 48 THE LORD'S DAY. 63 7.6. D. The Day which the Lord hath made." — Ps. cxviii. 24 i O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright: On thee, the high and lowly, Through ages joined in tune, Sing holy, holy, holy, To the Great God Triune. 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth ; On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee our Lord, victorious, The vSpirit sent from Heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 To-day on wear}' nations The heavenly manna falls ; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 4 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest ; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son ; The Church her voice upraises To Thee, blest Three in One. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807 — 1885), 1E62. Ab and alt 64 65 THE LORD'S DAY. 49 7. 6. D. ' \va(Trd<7t(jj<; rj/jupa. The Day of Resurrection, Earth, tell it out abroad : The Passover of gladness, The Passover of God. From death to life eternal, From earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, With hymns of victory, Our hearts be pure from evil, That we ma}' see aright The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection-light ; And, listening to His accents, May hear, so calm and plain, His own "All hail!" and, hearing, May raise the victor-strain. Now let the heavens be joyful ; Let earth her song begin ; Let the round world keep triumph, And all that is therein ; Invisible and visible, Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen Our Joy that hath no end. John of Damascus ( — c. 780.) Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1862 H. M. Sabbath Morning. Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest : I hail thy kind return ; Lord, make these moments blest ; From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys. :|| 50 THK LORD'S DAY. 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, Make known a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours ; Then shall my soul new life obtain, || : Nor sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. :|| Hayward. In John Dobell's Collection, t8o6. SI. alt 66 H. M. Longing for the House of God. — Ps. lxxxiv. i 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. :|| 2 O happy souls, that pray Where God appoints to hear ; O happy men, that pay Their constant service there . They praise Thee still; and happy they, || : That 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 : O glorious seat, when God, our King, || : Shall thither bring our willing feet ! :|| Rev. Isaac Watts (1674—1748), 1719. Ab THE LORD'S DAY. 51 C7 7-61- Ij / "Safely, through another Week." i Safely, through another week, God hath brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in His courts to-day : || : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. :|| 2 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show Thy reconciled face, Take away our sin and shame ; || : From our worldly cares set free, May wre rest this day in Thee. :|| 3 Here we come Thy Name to praise ; May we feel Thy presence near : May Thy glory meet our eyes, While we in Thy house appear : || : Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. :|| 4 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints ; || : Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church aboYe. :|| Rev. John Newton U725 — &0l), 1779 no 7.6 1. U© " The Day spring from on high." — Luke i. 78. i Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : || : Day spring from on high, be near. Day-star, in our hearts appear. :|| 52 TIIK LORD'S DAY. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unillumined, Lord, by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return, Till Thy mercy's beams we see ; || : Lord, Thine inward light impart, Cheering each benighted heart. :|| 3 Visit every soul of Thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill us, Lord, with light divine, Scatter all our unbelief; || : More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. :|| Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1740. Alt 69 P. M. "At Home." 1 'Med scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to the soul is communion with saints ; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home ? Home, home, sweet, sweet home ; Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children cf peace ! And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease ! Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold Thee in glory, at home. Home, home, sweet, etc. THE lord's daw 53 3 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission, and strength as my day ; In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. Home, home, sweet, etc. 4 Whate'er Thou deniest, O give me Thy grace, The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of Thy face ; Endue me with patience to wait at Thy throne, And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home. Home, home, sweet, etc. 5 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine ; No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; And in Thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise Thee at Home, home, sweet, etc. [home. Rev. David Denham, 1837. Alj 7(1 c M- I V " Most calm, most bright." i Blest Day of God, most calm, most The first and best of clays : [bright, The toiler's rest, the saint's delight, A day of joy and praise. 2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine, His rising did thee raise ; This made thee heavenly and divine Bevond all other davs. 54 THE LORD'S DAY. 3 The first-fruits do a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind ; And the)-, that do a Sabbath love, A happy week shall find. 4 My Lord on thee His Name did fix, Which makes thee rich and gay ; Amid His golden candlesticks My Saviour walks this day. 5 This day must I 'fore God appear, For, Lord, this day is Thine : O let me spend it in Thy fear, The day shall then be mine. Rev. John Mason (1634 — 1694), 1683. Alt C. M. Siveet Rest. 71 i My Lord, my Love, was crucified, He all the pains did bear : But in the sweetness of His rest He makes His servants share. 2 How sweetly rest Thy saints above Who in Thy bosom lie ; The Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity. 3 Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, Mak'st them a weekly feast ; Thy flocks assemble in their folds On this Thy day of rest. 4 Welcome and dear unto my soul Are these sweet feasts of love ; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above ! Rev. John Mason, 1683 Alt. THE LORD'S DAY. 55 7/} C. M. / — The Lord's Day Morning. i Again the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt A heathen world in gloom ; O what a sun which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb. 3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To blind our Lord in death ; He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath. 4 And now His conq'ring chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; While, broke beneath His powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. 5 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 6 Ten thousand, thousand lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings On nations yet unborn. Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1743 — 1825), 1773, 1825. Ab and alt 7O C. M. / w "'Our rising God" i Blest morning, whose young dawning Beheld our rising God : [rays That saw Him triumph o'er the dust, And leave His dark abode. 56 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God, in vain ; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To Thy great Name, Almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay ; And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King ; Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad hosannas ring. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709 FJA L. M. 1 T" "Let us worship and bozo dawn." — Ps. xcv. 1 — 6. i O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into His presence let us haste, To thank Him for His favors past ; To Him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to His Name belongs. 3 O let us to His courts repair, And bow with adoration there ; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. Tate and Brady, 1696. Ab THE LORD'S DAY. 57 mr L. M. / y The Ltcrnal Sabbath. — Heh. iv. 9. i Thixe earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 2 Xo more fatigue, no more distress, Xor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; Xo groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 3 Xo rude alarms of raging foes ; Xo cares to break the long repose ; Xo midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 O 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. Rev. Philip Doddridge 11702 — 1751), 1735. Ab. and alt 7C L. M. / 0 The Christian Farewell. — 2 Cor. xiii. n. i Thy presence, everlasting God, Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad ; Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In every place Thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; When absent, Thou dost make us share Thy smiles, Thy counsels, and Thy care. 3 To Thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts at Thy feet ; vStill on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard and guide us still as Thine 58 THK lord's day. 4 Give us, O Lord, within Thy house Again to pay our thankful vows ; Or if that joy no more be known, O let us meet around Thy throne. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702— 1751), 1755. AH WW L. M. / J " O luce qui mortahbus." i Great God, who, hid from mortal sight. Dost dwell in depths of dazzling light, Before whose presence angels bow, With faces veiled, in homage low : 2 Awhile in darkness we remain, And round us yet are sin and pain ; But soon the everlasting day Shall chase our shades of night away. 3 Then from its fleshly bonds set free, The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee : To see Thee, love Thee, and adore, Her blissful task for evermore. Prof. Charles Coffin (1676 — 1749), 1736. Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry William Baker (1821— 1877), 1861. Ab. and alt. HO L- M. I Q "Return, my Sou/," i Another six day's work is done, Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Provides an antepast of Heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies ; And draw from Heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. the lord's day. 59 4 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away ; Kow sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. Rev. Joseph Stennett (1663 — 1713), 1732. Ab. and much alt. 7Q L- M- / vJ "Sacred Rest."— Ps. xcii. > 1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, v 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 cares shall seize my breast ; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His Word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 4 Lord, 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. 5 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. Rev. Isaac Watts '1674 — 1748), 1709 Ab and si ult V 6o TIIK LORD'S DA\ Oft c M Ov 1 was glad." — Ps. cxxii. i How did my heart rejcice 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 joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; || : The Son of David holds His throne, :|l And sits in judgment there. 4 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ; || : With holy gifts and heavenly grace, :|j Be her attendants blest. 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; || : There my best friends, my kindred dwell, ;'l There God, my Saviour, reigns. Rev. Isaac Watts ^ 1674 — 1748), 1719. Ah Q1 C. M. 01 The Lord's Bay Month '*£•.— Ps. v. .1 Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; ||:To Thee will I direct my prayer, :|| To Thee lift up mine^eve.jl 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 : THE LORD'S DAY. 6l || : Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, :|| Xor dwell at Thy right hand. 4 But to Thy house; will I resort, To taste Thy mercies there ; || : I will frequent Thy holy court, :|| And worship in Thy fear. 5 O may Thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; || : Make every path of duty straight, :|| And plain before my face. Rev. Isaac Watts, 17:9. QO CM. Oa " The Day the Lord hath made." — Ps. cxviii. i 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 He rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; || : To-day the saints His triumphs spread, :|| And all His wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son ; || : Help us, O Lord, descend and bring :|| Salvation from the throne. 4 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. 5 Hosanna, in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise ; || :The highest heayens.in which He reigns, : Shall give Him nobler praise. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719 62 THE LORD'S DAY. QQ 6. 6. 8. 4. D. 00 God's House. i With gladsome feet we press To Zion's holy mount, Where gushes from its deep recess The cooling fount ! O happy, happy hill, The joy of ev'ry saint ! With sweet Siloam's crystal rill, That cheers the faint. 2 Great City, blest of God, Jerusalem the free ! With ceaseless step the path be trod, That leads to Thee ! The martyrs' bleeding feet, The saints with woundless breast, Alike have sought Thy golden seat, To win their rest. 3 We come, with fervent zeal, Beneath Tin- hallowed dome, The pledge of our eternal weal, Our happy home ! Thy house our Zion stands, Though reared of earthly stone, The type of that, not made with hands, Yet still Thine own. Rev. Robert Corbet Singleton, 1867. Ab. 84 S. M. The Lord's Day welcomed. Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. The King Himself comes near, And feasts His saints to-dav : 85 THE LORD'S DAY. 63 Here we may sit, and see Him here, And love, and praise, and pray. One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin. My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit, and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1743), 1709. SI alt S. M. Our Redeemer worshipped. How charming is the place, Where my Redeemer God Unveils the beauties of His face, And sheds His love abroad. Here, on the Mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold Him sit And smile on all around. To Him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents : He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. To them His sovereign will He graciously imparts ; And in return accepts, with smiles, The tribute of their hearts. Give me, O Lord, a place Within Thy blest abode, Among the children of Thy grace, The servants of my God. Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727—1795), 1778- Ab 64 THE LORD'S DAY. or s. m. Q\J "Stand up, and bless the Lord." — Neh. ix. 5 i Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of His choice : vStand up and bless the Lord, your God, With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 O for the living flame, From His own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds 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. 4 Stand up, and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless His glorious Name, Henceforth for evermore. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825, Ab 87 S. M. "The Only Wise." — Jude xxiv. 25. To God the Only Wise Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 'Tis His almighty love, His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of His face, With joys divinely great. 88 THE LORD'S DAY. 65 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make His wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. S. M. God's Sabbath. i Lord, in this sacred hour Within Thy courts we herd, And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, Our Father and our Friend. 2 But Thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is the da)' Thine own When man draws near to God. 3 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky ; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity. 4 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on Thy servants' sight ; And purer worship may we pay In Heaven's unclouded light. Rev. Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch (1809 — 1870), 1832. Ab. &0 S. M. \J " 'Pie Lord rcig>wth." — Ps. xcix. i Exalt the Lord our God, And worship at His feet ; His nature is all holiness, And mercv is His seat. 66 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 When Israel was His church, When Aaron was His priest, When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, He gave His people rest. 3 Oft He forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race ; And oft He made His vengeance known When they abused His grace. 4 Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still the same ; Still He's a God of holiness, And jealous for His Name. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1709. on cm. >J\J " To meet our Saviour." i Again our earthly cares we leave, And in Thy courts appear ; 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 ease, 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. THK LORD'S DAY. 67 5 Show us some token of Thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour Thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. Rev John Newton (.1725 — 1807), 1779. Alt 01 CM v?l " // 'e hail the Sacred Day."— Vs. exxii. i 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 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair, Where willing votaries throng, To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, And pour the choral song. 3 Spirit of grace, O deign to dwell Within Thy Church below ; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. 4 Let peace within her walls be found ; Let all her sons unite, To spread with grateful zeal around Her clear and shining light. Mi-s Harriet Auber (1773 — 1862), 1829 Q9 CM. W kd Sincerity. i Lord, when we bend before Thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see, And penitence impart ; Then let a kindling glance from Thee Beam hope upon the heart. 68 THE LORD'S DAY. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign ; And not a thought our bosom share Which is not wholly Thine. 4 Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies ; And teach our hearts, 'tis goodness still That grants it, or denies. Rev. Joseph Dacre Carlyle (1759 — 1804), 1805. Ab UO "In Thy Courts." i To Thy temple I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there, When within the veil I meet Christ before the Mercy-seat. 2 Thou through Him art reconciled, I through Him become Thy child ; Abba, Father, give me grace In Thy courts to seek Thy face. 3 While Thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness. 4 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend ; Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads, Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 5 While I hearken to Thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Till Thy gospel bring to me Life and immortality. THE LORD'S DAY. 69 6 While Thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in Thy Name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear Thee speaking from the sky. 7 From Thy house when I return, May my heart within me burn ; And at evening let me say, " I have walked with God to-day. 94 James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825 7. " Still praising Thee." — Pi- i Pleasant are Thy courts above. In the land of light and love ; Pleasant are Thy courts below, In this land of sin and woe. 2 O, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, King of glory, God of grace. 3 Happy souls, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe ; Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies. 4 On they go from strength to strength . Till they reach Thy throne at length At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. 5 Lord, be mine this prize to win ; Guide me through a world of sin ; Keep me by Thy saving grace ; Give me at Thy side a place. 7<3 THK LORD'S DAY. 6 Sun and Shield alike Thou art , Guide and guard my erring heart ; Grace and glory flow from Thee, Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1834. Ab fir S. P. M. £2(j " The House 0/ the Lord." — Ps. cxxii. i How pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry, 11 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 sound. 3 There David's greater Son Has fixed His royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment there ; He bids the saints be glad ; He makes the sinner sad ; And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest : The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest ! 5 My tongue repeats her vows, " Peace to this sacred house ! " THE LORD'S DAY jl For there my friends and kindred dwell ; And since my glorious God Makes thee His blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 171^ QA L. M. iJ'O "From Strength to Strength." — Ps. lxxxiv. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are : With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of Thy saints. 2 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around Thy throne of majesty ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their wrork is praise and love. 3 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. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate ; God is their strength, and, thro' the road, They lean upon their Helper, God. 5 Cheerful they walk with growingstrength, Till all shall meet in Heaven at length ; Till all before Thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab yj I The Church the BirtJi-place 0/ Souls. — Ps. Ixxxvii. i God in His earthly temple lays Foundations for His heavenly praise ; He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. 72 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 His mercy visits every house That pays its night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay Where churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were described of old, What wonders are of Zion told ! Thou City of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall then begin their lives anew ; Angels, and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. 5 When God makes up His last account Of natives in His holy mount, *Twill be an honor to appear As one new-born or nourished there. Rev. Isnac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. QQ L M sjQ Millions of Worshippers. i Millions within Thy courts have met, Millions this day before Thee bowed ; Their faces Zion -ward were set, Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed. 2 Soon as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, or deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep. 3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; To those in trouble Thou wert nigh : Not one hath sought Thy face in vain. THE LORD'S DAV. 73 4 Yet one prayer more, and be it one, In which both Heaven and earth accord: Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son ; Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord. James Montgomery (1771— 1854), 1853. Ab. and si. alt QQ L.M.61. \J)J The Lord our Shepherd. — Ps. xxiii. 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 He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slew, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though ill the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shadec 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. Joseph Addison (1672 — 1719) , 1712. 74 the eord's day. IftH L.M.61. 1U U The Shadow of the Altar. i Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here : Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray ; Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away. Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783— 1826), 1825. im LM- lUJi Grateful Adoration.— -Ps. c. i 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 wand' ring sheep, we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. 3 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 heavens our voices raise ; I- RAISE TO GOD. 75 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 must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. and alt. Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1741. "\C\0 L- M XWtal "Sing to the Lord." — Ps. c. i All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. 3 O enter then His gates with praise, Approach with joy His courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is forever sure : His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. Rev. William Kethe, 1561. ■1AQ L. M. 4Uw "Praise Him, all ye People." — Ps. cxvii i 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. ?6 PRAISE TO GOB. 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. Rev. Traac Watts (1674—1748), 1719. 104. L. M.D AV i "The Heavens declare the G lory of God." — Ps. xix i The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their Great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty Hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing, as they shine, "The Hand that made us is Divine." Joseph Addison (1672 — 1719), 1712. PRAISE TO GOD. 77 lUD Providence and Grace.-— Ps. xxxvi. 5 — 9. i 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 The sons of Adam in distress [springs; 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. Rev Isaac Watts, 1719. Ah. IOC L- M lyQ Cod's Glory and Nearness to us. — Acts xvii. 24 — 28. i 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 quickening 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. 78 PRAISE TO GOD. 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 Thee, Till all Thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809— ), 1848. 107 " Bless the Lord'"— Y%. ciii. i Blkss, O 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, O my soul, the God of grace ; His favors claim thy highest praise ; Why should the wondersHe 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 the whole earth His power confess ; Let the whole earth adore His grace : The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674—1748), 1719. Ab. 108 L. M God Triune praised. Praises to Him, whose love has given, In Christ, His Son, the Life of Heaven; Who for our darkness gives us light, And turns to day our deepest night. PRAISE TO GOD. 79 2 Praises to Him, in grace who came, To bear our woe, and sin, and shame; Who lived to die, who died to rise, The God-aeeepted sacrifice. 3 Praises to Him, the chain who broke, Opened the prison, burst the yoke, Sent forth its captives glad and free, Heirs of an endless liberty. 4 Praises to Him, who sheds abroad Within our hearts the love of God ; The Spirit of all truth and peace, Fountain of joy and holiness ! 5 To Father, Son, and Spirit now The hands we lift, the knees we bow ; To Thee, Jehovah, thus we raise The sinner's endless song of praise. Rev. Horatius Konar 11808— ), 1861. Ab. and alt. 1AQ L.M. 1 \J yj "-U 'hose Love profound. ' ' i Father of Heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend : To us Thy pardoning love extend. 2 Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before Thy throne we sinners bend : To us Thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy throne we sinners bend : To us Thy quickening power extend. So PRAISE TO GOD. 4 Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, Before Thy throne we sinners bend : Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Edward Cooper, 1805. 11 n L M JLJLU "Mightier than the mighty Sea." — Ps. xciii. 3 — 5. i The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, The mighty floods lift up their roar ; The floods in tumult loud rejoice, And climb in foam the sounding shore. 2 But mightier than the mighty sea, The Lord of glory reigns on high : Far o'er its waves we look to Thee, And see their fury break and die. 3 Thy word is true, Thy promise sure, That ancient promise, sealed in love ; Here be Thy temple ever pure, -As Thy pure mansions shine above. I3p. George Burgess (1809 — 1866), 1840. Ill L. M. The Majesty and Mercy of Cod. — Ps. lxvi 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 shakes the heavens with loud alarms ; How terrible is God in arms ! In Israel are His mercies known, Israel is His peculiar throne. 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674—1 74s;, 1719 112 PRAISE TO GOD. 8 1 L. M. Wonders of Creation and Grace. — Ps. Cxxxvi. 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. 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. 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. Thro' this vain world He guides our feet, And leads us to His heavenly seat : His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Al>. 113 L. M. Guiding and Guarding. — Ps. cvii. Give thanks to God ; He reigns above ; Kind are His thoughts, His Name is Love , His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own. Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of His grace record ; Israel, the nation whom He chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray ; He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heavenly land. 82 PRAISE TO GOD. 4 O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord : How great His works ! how kind His ways ! Let every tongue pronounce His praise. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. XJ,TT Enduring Mercies. — Ps. cxxxvi. i Let us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for He kind : For His mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 He, with all-commanding might, Filled the new-made world with light ; All things living He doth feed, His full hand supplies their need. 3 He His chosen race did bless In the wasteful wilderness ; He hath, with a piteous eye, Looked upon our misery. 4 Let us therefore warble forth His high majesty and worth : For His mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. John Milton (1608 — 1674), 1624. Ab. and alt Hw Thanks .ind Praise. — Ps. cvii ; cxvii. i Thank and praise Jehovah's Name, For His mercies, firm and sure, From eternity, the same, To eternity endure. 2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land ; As the people of His choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 116 117 PRAISE TO GOD. S3 Praise Him, ye who know His love, Praise Him from the depths beneath, Praise Him in the heights above ; Praise your Maker, all that breathe. For His truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of His right hand, Like His own eternity. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1822. Ah. 7. "Praise Him."' — Ps. cl. Praise the Lord ; His glories show, Saints within His courts below, Angels round His throne above, Praise Him, all that share His love. Earth, to Heaven exalt the strain, Send it, Heaven, to earth again ; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise Him, praise Him, evermore. Praise the Lord ; His goodness trace, All the wonders of His grace ; All that He hath borne and done, All He sends us through His Son. Strings and voices, hands and hearts, In the concert bear your parts ; All that breathe, your Lord adore, Praise Kim, praise Him evermore. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1834, 1841 7. The Condescension of God. — Ps. cxiii. i Hallelujah, raise, O raise To our God the song of praise : All His servants, join to sing God our Saviour and our King. 84 PRAISE TO GOD. 2 Blessed be for evermore That dread Name which we adore : O'er all nations God alone, Higher than the heavens His throne. 3 Yet to view the heavens He bends ; Yea, to earth He condescends ; Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate. 4 He can raise the poor to stand With the princes of the land ; Wealth upon the needy shower ; Set the meanest high in power. 5 He the broken spirit cheers, Turns to joy the mourner's tears ; Such the wonders of His ways : Praise His Name, forever praise. Josiah Conder (1789—1855), 1837. Ab. 118 Redeeming Love. i vSweet the time, exceeding sweet, When the saints together meet ; When the Saviour is the theme, When they join to sing of Him. 2 Sing we then eternal love, Such as did the Father move : He beheld the world undone, Loved the world, and gave His Son. 3 Sing the Son's amazing love : How He left the realms above, Took our nature and our place, Lived and died to save our race. PRAISE TO GOD. 85 4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love: With our wretched hearts He strove, Took the things of Christ, and showed How to reach His blest abode. Rev. George Burder (1752— 1832), 1779. Ab. and alt. ^^y " Songs of Praise ." — Job xxxviii. 7. i Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When He spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when He Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens, new earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 5 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. James Montgomery (1771— 1854), 1819, 1853. Ab JifalW Mercies that never fail. i Holv, holy, holy, Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored : Lord, Thy mercies never fail ; Hail, celestial Goodness, hail! 86 PRAISE TO GOD. 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. 5 Lord, Thy mercies never fail : Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! Holy, holy, holy, Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored. Rev. Benjamin Williams, 1778. Ab. 7. Te Deuni laudamus. 121 1 God eternal, Lord of all, Lowly at Thy feet we fall : All the earth doth worship Thee, We amidst the throng would be. 2 All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice holy, God most High : Lord of all the heavenly powers, Be the same loud anthem ours. 3 God eternal, mighty King, Unto Thee our praise we bring : Seated on Thy Judgment-throne, Number us among Thine own. Rev Jame* Elwin .Millard, 1S4S Ab. and alt 122 PRAISE TO GOD. 87 L. P. M. Endless Praise. — Ps. cxlvi. i I'll praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and beirg last. Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God : He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train ; His truth forever stands secure ; He saves th' opprest, He feeds the poor, And none shall find His promise vain. 3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; The Lord supports the sinking mind ; He sends the laboring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress. The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath. And, when my voice is lost in death. Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab 123 7. D. " Glory be to God alone." Prom the vast and veiled throng, Round the Father's heavenly throne, Swells the everlasting song : Glorv be to God alone ' 88 PRAISE TO GOD. Round Immanuel's cross of pain Mortal men, in tribes unknown, Sing to Him who once was slain : Glory be to God alone ! 2 Blend, ye raptured songs, in one, Men redeemed, your Father own; Angels, worship ye the Son : Glory be to God alone ! Spirit, 'tis within Thy light, Streaming far from cross and throne, Earth and Heaven their songs unite : Glory be to God alone ! Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse (1822 — ), 1872 H. M. The Lord reignctk." — Ps 124 1 The 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 wrath and justice stand To guard His holy law ; And where His love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace. 3 Through all His ancient works, Surprising wisdom shines ; Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their cursed designs ; Strong is His arm, and shall fulfil His great decrees, His sovereign will. PRAISE TO GOD. S9 4 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 17481, 17 9. ■mn H. M. lyj Praise from all Creatures. — Ps. cxlviii. i Ye tribes of Adam, join With Heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng of angels bright, In words of light, begin the song. 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. 3 He moved their might}' wheels In unknown ages past, And each His Word fulfils, While time and nature last : In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous Name, and speak His praise. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. 1 U U ' • Take up the Strain . ' ' i 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 af.rain ? 90 PRAISE TO GOD. 2 Shall they adore the L,ord, 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 ? 3 O spread the joyful sound, The Saviour's love proclaim, And publish all around Salvation through His Name ; Till all the wrorld take up the strain, And send the echo back again. Rev. J?mes John Cummins ( — 1867), J^39- Ab. L. M. Exalted above the Heavens.— Ps. 1\ 127 i 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 threat'ning storm. 3 High o'er the earth Thy mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky ; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. 4 Be Thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land Thy wonders tell. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719 Ab 123 PRAISE TO GOD. 9 1 L. M. The All-seeing God. — Ps. cxxxix. 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. 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. Within Thy circling power I stand ; On every side I find Thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 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. O 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. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719 129 L. M. The Pillars 0/ Cloud and Fire. — Ex. xiii. 21. When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along th' astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fierv column's glow. 92 PRAISE TO GOD. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen, O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. 4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light. Sir Walter Scott (1771— 1832), 1820. Ah. and alt 1QA S. P. M. 10U The Majesty and Might of God.— Vs. xciii. i The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crowned : Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, And rays of majesty around. 2 Upheld by Thy commands, The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey Thy word : Thy throne was fixed on high Before the starry sky : Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord. 3 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage ; Let .swelling tides assault the sky : The terrors of Thy frown Shall beat their madness down ; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 4 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new ; There fixed, Thv church shall ne'er remove : cod's ETERNITY. 93 Thy saints with holy fear Shall in Thy courts appear. And sing Thine everlasting love. Rev Isaac Wans '1674 — 1748), 1719. •JQT CM XWl God infinite and ei i Great God, how Infinite art Thou, What worthless worms are 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. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in Thy view ; To Thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing new. 4 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn. And vexed with trifling cares ; While Thine eternal thought moves 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. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1700. Ab 132 C M. Feared and loved. My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful Thy Mercy-seat In depths of burning light. 94 god's ktkrnity. 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, O Everlasting Lord ; By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored. 3 O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears. 4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art ; For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 5 No earthly father loves like Thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done With me, Thy sinful child. 6 Father of Jesus, love's reward, What rapture will it be, Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, And gaze, and gaze on Thee, Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814— 1863), 1849. Ab, ■JQO CM. JLww God our Help, and Security. — Ps. xc. i O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, GOD'S ETERNITY AND GOODNESS. 95 Fiom everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Rev. Isaac Vv atts (1674 — 1748), i7'9- Ab. and si. alt. "\OA C. M. AW TT Ihe constant Goodness of God. — Ps. cxxxix. i Jehovah, God, Thy gracious pow'r On ev'ry hand we see ; O ma}* 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, TI13* hand will there our footsteps lead, Thy loTre 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. 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, Thy hand, O God, we see ; And all the blessings we receive, Proceed alone from Thee. gf> GOD'S MAJESTY. 5 In all the changing scenes of time, On Thee our hopes depend ; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend. Rev. John Thomson (1782—1818), 1810. SI. alt. 135 The Majesty of Cod. i The Lord our God is clothed with might; The winds obey His will ; He speaks, and in His heav'nly 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. Henry Kirke White (1785—1806), 1806. T3£ c M- JLww The Sovereignty of God. i Keep silence, all created things, And wait your Master's nod ; My soul stands trembling while she sings The honors of her God. GOD'S MAJESTY. 97 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on His firm decree ; He sits on no precarious throne, Xor borrows leave to be. 3 His providence unfolds the book, And makes His counsels shine ; Kach opening leaf, and every stroke. Fulfils some deep design. 4 In Thy fair book of life and grace O may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1706. Ab. and alt C. M. Resignation to God ' s Will. 137 1 Since all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye surveys, O 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. Rev. James Hervey (1714—1758), 1-4^ Al 98 god's omniscience and goodness. ■JOQ C. M. Ijy Mercies of God recounted. i 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 to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face ; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with 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 ; For O, eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise. Joseph Addison (1672 — 1719), 1712. Ab IOQ cm. Iww God's Omniscience. — Ps. cxxxix. I 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. GOD'S NEARNESS. 99 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 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 If o'er my sins I seek to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard Thy law Would turn the shades to light. 5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to Thee : O may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. Rev Isaac Watts (1674—1748), 1719. Ab. UH CM. 61. A iv Far off, yet near.— Acts xvii. 24, 27. i 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, O my soul, Who vet is everywhere ? IOO god's MAJESTY and mercy. 3 0 not in circling depth or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though vailed from sight, There doth His Spirit rest : O come, Thou Presence Infinite, And make Thy creature blest. Josiah Conder (1789 — 1855), 1S22. Ab 1A1 CM. 1 i 1 "He bowed the Heaz>ens." — Ps. xviii. i The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim Full royally He rode ; And on the wings of all the 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. 4 The Lord will give His people strength W nereby the}' shall increase ; And He will bless His chosen flock With everlasting peace. Thomas Sternhold ( — 154 Ab. and alt. 142 S. M. Abou.7iding Compassion 0/ God.— T?S. ciii. My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So readv to abate. - MAJKSTV AND MERCY. IOJ 2 God will not always chide ; And when His strokes are felt. His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins, And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 UO S. M. J, i J "He kno-.veth our 1-rame." — Ps. ciii. 13 — 18. i The pity of the Lord To those that fear His Xame, 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. .-> Our days are as the gra--. Or like the morning flower : If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field. It withers in an hour. 4 But Thy compassions. Lord. To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Rev haac Walts, 1719 102 SPIRITUAL WORSHIP. 14 4 " /My, holy, 'holy, Lord. ' ' i Father, Thine Elect who lovest With an everlasting love ; Saviour, who the bar removest From the holy home above ; Spirit, daily meetness bringing For the glory there upstored : List to Thy glad people singing, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! " 2 Lord, with sin-bound souls Thou bearest, Struggling towards this strain divine ; Glad on mortal lips Thou nearest That thrice awful Name of Thine. But Thou listenest, O how sweetly ! When from holy lips outpoured, Rings through Heaven this strain full "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" [meetly, 3 Shall we, Lord, meet voices never Bring to that eternal hymn ? Hallow us to help th' endeavor Of Thy pure-lipped seraphim : Hark ! their own high strain we bring Listen to the full accord ! [Thee ; Sweet the song we ever sing Thee, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819— ), i860. Ah IZLC 8. 7. D. X o» O Perpetual Pentecost. 1 Day divine, when sudden streaming To the Lord's first lovers came Glory new and treasures teeming, Mighty gifts and tongues of flame ! SPIRITUAL WORSHIP. I03 Day to happy souls commended. When the Holy Ghost was given, When the Comforter descended. And brought down the joy of Heaven ! 2 Hath the Holy Ghost been holden By those ancient saints alone ? Only may the ages olden Call the Comforter their own ? Wonders we may not inherit. Signs and tongues we may not crave ; Yet we still receive the Spirit, Still the Comforter we have. 3 Sure the Holy Ghost is dwelling With the souls that holier grow ; Signs most glorious, all excelling, Witness brightest we may show : Hope that makes ashamed never. Perfect peace that passe th thought, Might}' joy that stayeth ever. Love Divine that changeth not. Thomas Hornblower Gill, 1S60. Ab. 14-£ 8. 7. D. iTv Dismission. Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Bid us now depart in peace ; Still on heavenly manna feeding, Let our faith and love increase : Fill each breast with consolation ; Up to Thee our hearts we raise ; When we reach our blissful station, Then we'll give Thee nobler praise. Rev. Robert Hawker i 1753 — 1827), 1794 104 CHRIST X.OOKED FOR. ATX 1 " What of the Night? " — Is. xxi. n . i Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are : Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, vSee that glory beaming star ! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope 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, j| : Lo, the Son of God is come ! :|| Sir John Bowring (7792— TJ72), 1825. SI. alt. 148 C. M. D Song of the A it gels — LlTKE 1 i . While shepherds watched their flocks by All seated on the ground. [night, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. Christ wki.comkh. 105 " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you, and all mankind. "To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, 'The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : The Heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed. All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song: "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men Begin, and never cease.' Xahum 'late (1652- 149 : 51. Hark, the glad Sound." — I: Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long : Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, || : And ev'ry voice a song. :|| He comes, the prisoners to release In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst. |[: The iron fetters yield. :|| He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, Io6 CHRIST WELCOMED. And on the eyeballs of the blind || : To pour celestial day. :|| 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace || : T' 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. :|| Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1735. inn cm. 51. XwU The Messiah' a Coining and Kingdom. — Is. ix. 1 — 7. i The race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious Light ; The people dwell in day, who dwelt ||: In death's surrounding night. :|| 2 To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, The gathering nations come, Joyous as when the reapers bear || : The harvest-treasures home. :|| 3 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. :|| 4 His Name shall be the Prince of Peace Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, || : The great and mighty Lord. :|| 5 His power increasing still shall spread; His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard His throne above, || : And peace abound below. :|| Rev. John Morrison (1749 — 1798), 1770. Ab. CHRIST WELCOMED I07 151 " The Herald Angels." i Hark, the herald angels sing, 4 ' Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled !" Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; || : Universal nature say, "Christ the Lord is born to-day." :|| 2 Christ, by highest Heaven adored ! Christ, the everlasting Lord ! Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb ! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail, th' incarnate Deity ! || : Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel. :|| 3 Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace ! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ' Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, || : Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. :|| Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1739. Ab. and alt. iro 7. D. Ivj->J "He has come." i He has come, the Christ of God ; Left for us His glad abode ; Stooping from His throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness ! He has come, the Prince of Peace ; Come to bid our sorrows cease ; 108 CHRIST WELCOMED. || : Come to scatter, with His light, All the shadows of our night. :|| 2 He, the mighty King, has come, Making this poor earth His home ; Come to bear our sin's sad load, Son of David, Son of God. He has come, whose Name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race ; ||: Left for ufs His glad abode, Son of Mary, Son of God. :|| 3 Unto us a Child is born ; Ne'er has earth beheld a morn Out of all the morns of time Half so glorious in its prime. Unto us a Son is given ; He has come from God's own Heaven, || . Bringing with Him from above Holy peace, and holy love. :|| Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1857. SI. alt. P. M. 'Adeste Fideles. 153 1 Come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord ; Come, and behold Him Born, the King of angels, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Uord. 2 Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Through Heaven's high arches be your praises poured ; Now to our God be Glory in the highest : O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. CHRIST'S COMING. log 3 Yea, Lord, we bless Thee, Born for our salvation ; Jesus, forever be Thy Name adored ; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing : O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Unknown Author, of uncertain date. Tr. by Rev. Frederick Oakeley (1802— 1880), 1841. Ab. and alt. C. M. D. Ch?ist»ias Carol . 154 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 earth, good-will to men From Heaven's all-gracious King." The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angel> sing. 2 Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled : And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 3 But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long : Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong : And man. at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring : O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing. IIO CHRIST'S COMINCx. 4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, — Look now ; for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. 5 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 give back the song Which now the angels sing. Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears (1810 — 1876), 1850 155 r/CM'Dv Xww Llirisimas Song. i Calm on the listening ear of night Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains ; Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there ; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 2 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply, And greet from all their holy heights The Day-spring from on high : O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm ; And Sharon waves in solemn praise Her silent groves of palm. CHRIST'S COMING. Ill 3 Glory to God ! the loft}- strain The realm of ether fills ; How sweeps the song of solemn joy O'er Judah's sacred hills ! " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring : "Peace on the earth; good-will to men, From Heaven's eternal King." Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears, 1835. Ab (LwU God 's great Love for Man. — Ps. viii. r O Lord, how good, how great art Thou, In Heaven and earth the same ; There angels at Thy footstool bow, Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 2 When glorious in the nightly sky Thy moon and stars I see, O, what is man, I wondering cry, To be so loved by Thee. 3 To him Thou hourly deign' st to give New mercies from on high ; Didst quit Thy throne with him to live, For him in pain to die. 4 Close to Thine own bright seraphim His favored path is trod ; And all beside are serving him, That he may serve his God. 5 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou, In Heaven and earth the same ; There angels at Thy footstool bow, Here babes Thy grace proclaim. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1S34 H2 CHRIST'S COMING. 1H7 c. m. IWI The glad Approach. i Messiah, at Thy glad approach The howling winds are still ; Thy praises fill the lonely waste, And breathe from every hill. 2 The hidden fountains, at Thy call, Their sacred stores unlock ; Loud in the desert sudden streams Burst living from the rock. 3 The incense of the Spring ascends Upon the morning gale ; Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, The lilies in the vale. 4 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, A robe of beauty wears ; And in new heavens a brighter sun Leads on the promised years. 5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace The loud hosanna sing ; With hallelujahs and with hymns, O Zion, hail thy King. Michael Bruce (1746— 1767), 1781. Ah. 100 "Joy to the U 01 Id."— Ps. xcviii. i 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 earth, the Saviour reigns: Let men their songs employ ; ' CHRIST'S REIGN. II3 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and Repeat the sounding joy. [plains, 3 Xo more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And Avonders of His love. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 174S), 1709. ,±3. xcvi. i 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 wrorld sustains, And grace surrounds His throne. 3 Behold He comes, He comes to bless The nations as their God ; To show the world His righteousness, And send His truth abroad. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. P. M. 'Shout the glad Tidings. 160 I Ziox, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowlv His birth, Thebrightest archangel in glory excel ling. 114 CHRIST IN THE MANGER. He stoops to redeem thee, He reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 2 Tell how He cometh ; from nation to na- tion, [echo round ; The heart-cheering news, let the earth How free to the faithful He offers salva- tion, [are crowned ; How His people with joy everlasting Shout the glad tidings, &c. 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bring- ing, Larise ; And sweet let the gladsome hosanna Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Shout the glad tidings, &c. Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg (1796 — 1877), 1823. 1C1 H. 10. 101 "Brigkest and best." i Brighest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : Star of the Kast, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shinin t>> Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all CHRIST IN THK MANGER. 115 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devo- tion, 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 islaid. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826;, 1811. 1£9 7.7.8.8.7.7. 40tal " Crowned with Glory." — Heb. ii. 19. i Who is He in yonder stall, At. whose feet the shepherds fall ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him. Lord of all ! 2 Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! Jl6 CHRIST IN THE MANGER. At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 3 Who is He that stands and weeps At the grave where Lazarus sleeps ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 4 Lo, at midnight, who is He Prays in dark Gethsemane ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 5 On the cross, lo ! who is He Sheds His precious blood for me ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 6 Who is He that from the grave Comes to heal and help and save ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 7 Who is He that on yon throne Reigns as King of kings alone? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! B. R. Handy ( — ), . Ab. 163 CHRIST'S BIRTH. J 1} L. M. "Gelobet seist Du, Jesu Christ." All praise to Thee, eternal Lord, Clothed in the garb of flesh and blood ; Choosing a manger for Thy throne, While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. Once did the skies before Thee bow ; A virgin's arms contain Thee now : Angels who did in Thee rejoice Now listen for Thine infant voice. A little child Thou art our guest, That weary ones in Thee may rest ; Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth, That we ma}- rise to Heaven from earth. Thou comest in the darksome night To make us children of the light, To make us, in the realms divine, Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. Rev. Martin Luther (1483 — i=4r), 1524. Ab. 164 L. M. " The Prince 1/ Salem." When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill ; [night When Bethlehem's shepherds thro' the Watched o'er their flocks by starry light : Hark, from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came ; High Heaven with songs of triumph rung. While thus they struck their harps, and sung : Il8 CHRIST'S BIRTH. 4 "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh ; Renewed, creation smiles again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart. Bid Satan and his host depart ; Again the Day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom." Thomas Campbell (1777 — 1844), 1820. Ab. •\nr l. m. XwvJ " Von Himmel hock da komm ich her." i Good news from Heaven the angels bring, Glad tidings to the earth they sing : To us this day a Child is given, To crown us with the joy of Heaven. 2 To us that blessedness He brings, Which from the Father's bounty springs : That in the heavenly realm we may With Him enjoy eternal day. 3 Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. 4 Ah, dearest Jesus, Hoi}7 Child, Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled. Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. Rev. Martin Luther (1481 — T^fi), 1535. Tr. by Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell (1806— 1874), 1848. Ab. 1££ L. M. 100 " The Star of Bethlehem." i 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 eve. AT BETHLEHEM. 1 19 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. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all. It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, thro' the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Xow safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. Henry Kirke White (1785—1806), 1806. 1U 1 " Quce Stella sole pulchrior." i What star is this, with beams so bright, Which shame the sun's less radiant light ? It shines t' announce a new-born King, Glad tidings of our God to bring. 2 'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed, " From Jacob shall a star proceed : " And lo, the Eastern sages stand. To read in Heaven the Lord's command. 120 AT BETHLEHEM. 3 O Jesus, while the star of grace Invites us now to seek Thy face, May we no more that grace repel, Or quench that light which shines so well. Prof. Charles Coffin (1676 — 1749), 1736. Alt Tr. by Rev. John Chandler (1806 — 1876), 1837. Ab 168 "Mackt hock die Thur."—Vs. xxiv. i Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates, Behold the King of glory waits ; The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here. 2 O blest the land, the city blest Where Christ, the Ruler, is confest : O happy hearts and happy homes, To whom this King of triumph comes. 3 Redeemer, come, I open wide My heart to Thee ; here, Lord, abide : Let me Thy mighty presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal. 4 So come, my Sovereign, enter in ; Let new and nobler life begin : Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until our shining goal is won. Rev. George Weissel (1590 — 1635), Bet. 1623 — 1635. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkvvorth (1829— 1878), 1855, Ab. and alt. XQ\J "Good Tidings of great joy."— Luke li. 10. i Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth, Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. THK GOOD TIDINGS. 121 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er yonr flocks by night, God with man is now residing ; Yonder shines the infant-light ; Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen His natal star : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 4 Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. James Montgomery C1771 — 1854), 1819, 1825. Ab. and alt. 170 S. 7. 4. Ji / V Christ's Coining. 1 Jesus came, the Heavens adoring, Came with peace from realms on high; Jesus came for man's redemption, Lowlv came on earth to die : Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Came in deep humility. 2 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, Bringing news of sins forgiven ; Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, Leading souls redeemed to Heaven : Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Now the gate of death is riven. 122 THE GUIDING STAR. 3 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, Shares alike our hopes and fears ; Jesus comes whate'er befalls us, Glads our hearts, and dries our tears : Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Cheering e'en our failing years. 4 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, When the heavens shall pass away ; Jesus comes again in glory : Let us then our homage pay, Hallelujah ! ever singing, Till the dawn of endless day. Rev. Godfrey Thring (1823— ), 1866. Ab. m7.61. " Leading onward." — Matt. ii. 10. 1 As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee. 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom Heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the Mercy -seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; So may we with holy joy, Pure, and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. CHRIST ADORED. I2J 4 Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where the}- need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 5 In the heavenly country bright, Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun, which goes not down : There forever may we sing Alleluias to our King. William Chatterton Dix (1837 — ), i860 1/^1 " Those holy Voices." i Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? Lo, th' angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy : "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 glory sing : Glad receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 124 CHRIST ADORED. 5 "Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; Learn His Name and taste His joy : Till in Heaven you sing before Him, Glory be to God most high. ' ' Rev. John Cawood (1775 — 1852), 1819. Ab. 1 7 O Desired of all Nations. i Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free : From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee. 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the earth Thou art ; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born Thy people to deliver, Born a Child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious Kingdom bring. 4 By Thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By Thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to Thy glorious throne. Rev. Charles Wesley, (1708— 1788), 1744. mS. 1. " The Brightness of His Glory." — Her. 1. 7. i Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall Thy praise unuttered lie ? Fly, 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. CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 1 25 3 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe — All to ransom guilty captive- ; Flow, my praise, forever flow. 4 Go, return, immortal Saviour, Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne; Thence return, and reign forever; Be the Kingdom all Thine own. Rev. Robert Robinson (1735 — 1790), 1774. SI. alt. 175 The brighter i Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild benignant ray. The Gentiles to the lowly shed, Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But lo, a brighter, clearer light Now points to His abode ; It shines through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our God. 3 O haste to follow where it leads, The gracious call obey ; Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way. 4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given ; Who meekly follow Christ on earth, Shall reign with Him in Heaven. M:-> Harriet Auber (1773—1862), 1829 176 C. M. Face. ' O Thou, who by a star didst guide The wise men on their way, Until it came and stood beside The place where Jesus lay : 126 CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead Thy servants now below, Thy Holy Spirit, when they need, Will show them how to go. 3 As yet we know Thee but in part ; But still we trust Thy word, That blessed are the pure in heart, For they shall see the Lord. 4 O Saviour, give us then Thy grace, To make us pure in heart, That we may see Thee face to face Hereafter, as Thou art. Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1850. mC. M. " Divine crescebas pner." i In stature grows the Heavenly Child, With death before His eyes ; A Lamb unblemished, meek, and mild, Prepared for sacrifice. 2 The Son of God His glory hides With parents mean and poor ; And He who made the heaven abides In dwelling-place obscure. 3 Those mighty hands, that stay the sky, No earthly toil refuse ; And He, who set the stars on high, A humble trade pursues. 4 He whom the choirs of angels praise, At whose command they fly, His earthly parents now obeys, And lays His glory by. Santolius Victorinus (1630 — 1697), . Ab. Tr. by Rev. John Chandler (1806—1876), 1837. Alt. CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 1 27 T7Q c- M- 1 /Q " W ho went about doing Good." — Acts x. 38. i 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 Lowly in heart, to all His friends A Friend and Servant found, He washed their feet, He wiped their tears, And healed each bleeding wound. 4 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meek He stood ; His foes, ungrateful, sought His life, Who labored for their good. 5 To God He left His righteous cause, And still His task pursued ; With humble prayer, and holy faith, His fainting strength renewed. 6 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." 7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, His image may we bear ; O may we tread His holy steps, His joy and glory share. Prof. William Enfield (1741 — 1797), 1771. Alt. I2S CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 17Q c- M- J, I \J "Grace is poured into J'hy Lips." — Ps xlv. 2. i What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below : What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe. 2 Forever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped Thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 O give us hearts to love like Thee, Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that springs From union, Lord, with Thee. Sir Edward Denny (1796 — ). 1839. L. M. Christ our Pattern. — 1 Pet. 180 i 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. CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 1 29 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 ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. J.Q4. Christ's Works of Mercy. i When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus sojourned here ; Where'er He went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her drooping head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night Beheld His face, for He was light ; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, His praises sung. 3 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, With melancholy transport smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul. 4 His touch the outcast leper healed. His lips the sinner's pardon sealed ; Warm tears o'er Lazarus He shed, Then spake the word that raised the dead. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854,) 1^97. Ab. 1D0 L- M- i.QU The Meekness if Christ. I How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine, That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God. 130 CHRIST'S WORKS OF MERCY. O who like Thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? O who like Thee did ever go So patient, through a world of woe ? 3 O who like Thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility ? 4 And death, that sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee ; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 5 O in Thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe ; And give me ever, on the road, To trace Thy footsteps, O my God. Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1S18— ), 1840. Ab. 1QO C. M. D. 100 " O, where is He that trod the Sea ? " i O, where is He that trod the sea, O, where is He that spake, And demons from their victims flee, The dead their slumbers break ; The palsied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and sing, And from blind eyes, benighted long, Bright beams of morning spring. O, where is He that trod the sea, 'Tis only He can save ; To thousands hungering wearily, A wondrous meal He gave : Full soon, with food celestial fed, Their mystic fare they take ; CHRIST'S WORKS OF MERCY. 131 ' Twas springtide when He blest the bread, And harvest when He brake. 3 O, where is He that trod the sea, My soul, the Lord is here : Let all Thy fears be hushed in thee ; To leap, to look, to hear, Be thine : thy needs He'll satisfy : Art thou diseased, or dumb? Or dost thou in thy hunger cry ? "I come," said Christ, "I come." Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch (1818— 1871), 1855. Ab. and sl» alt •\QA C. M. D. iOT" T/ie Demoniac of Gadara. — Mark v. 1 — 21. i The winds were howling o'er the deep, Each wave a watery hill ; The Saviour wakened from His sleep : He spake, and all was still. The madman in a tomb had made His mansion of despair: Woe to the traveller who strayed With heedless footsteps there. 2 The chains hung broken from his arm, Such strength can hell supply ; And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm, Flashed from his hollowT eye. He met that glance so thrilling sweet, He heard those accents mild ; And, melting at Messiah's feet, Wept like a weaned child. 3 O. madder than the raving man, O, deafer than the sea : How long the time since Christ began To call in vain to me. 132 WORKS OF MERCY. Yet could I hear Him once again, As I have heard of old, Methinks He should not call in vain His wanderer to the fold. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1827. Ah. 1QC :- M- D 1 0 W "And He healed them . ' ' 1 Thine arm, 0 Lord, in days of old Was strong to heal and save : It triumphed o'er disease and death, O'er darkness and the grave ; To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The palsied and the lame, The leper with his tainted life, The sick with fevered frame. 2 Andlo, Thy touch brought life and health, Gave speech, and strength, and sight ; And youth renewed and frenzy calmed Owned Thee, the Lord of light : And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore, In crowded street, by restless couch, As by Gennesaret's shore. 3 Though Love and Might no longer heal By touch, or word or look ; Though they that do Thy work must read Thy laws in nature's book : Yet come to heal the sick man's soul, Come, cleanse the lep'rous taint ; Give joy and peace where all is strife, And strength where all is faint. 4 Be Thou our great Deliverer still, Thou Lord of life and death ; Restore and quicken, soothe and bless CHRIST TRANSFIGURED. J33 With Thine almighty breath. To hands that work and eyes that see Give wisdom's heavenly lore, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, May praise Thee evermore. Rev. Edward Hayes Plumptre (1S21— ), 1865 10£ CM. D. lOD The Fellowship of Suffering. i O Lord, when we the path retrace Which Thou on earth hast trod, To man Thy wondrous love and grace, Thy faithfulness to God : Thy love, by man so sorely tried, Proved stronger than the grave ; The vers' spear that pierced Thy side Drew forth the blood to save. 2 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, Or suffering, shame, and loss, Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles, Led only to the cross. Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind : We would obedient be ; And all our rest and pleasure find In fellowship with Thee. James George Deck (1802 — ), 1838. Ab. 1Q7 L. M. D. XW 1 "H is good for us to be here." — Matt. xvii. 4. i O Master, it is good to be Kigh on the mountain here with Thee ; Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days ; Who once received on Horeb's height Th' eternal laws of truth and right ; Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 134 TIIE TIUUMPHAI, KXTRV. 2 O Master, it is good to be With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three : Here, where the apostle's heart of rock Is nerved against temptation's shock; Here, where the son of thunder learns The thought that breathes, and word that burns ; Here, where on eagle's wings we move With Him whose last best creed is love. 3 O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enrapt, alone with Thee ; And watch Thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow, The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine : Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured face. 4 O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy mount with Thee : When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We bow before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, "This is My Son, O hear ve Him." Rev. Arthur Penrhyn Stanley (1815—1881), 1872. 1QO , L . M. IOO The Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem . — Matt. xxi. 1 — 11. i Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry ; O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die : GETHSEMANE AND C A I.VARY. 1 35 O Christ, Thy triumpiis now begin O'er captive death and eouquered sin. Ride on, ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see th' approaching sacrifice. Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son. Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God. Thy power, and reign. Rev. Henry Hart Miiman (1791 — 186&), I627. Alt. 189 L. M. Christ in Gethseniane. 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone : 'Tis mid-night ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 'Tis midnight; 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, 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Rev William Bingham Tappan (1794 — 18401 (819 136 OETHSEMANK AND CALVARY. Is? V The three Mountains. i When on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim His holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, Hermon's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting" light. Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would forever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away : Thou art Heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1812. SI. alt. 7. 61. 'thsemane 191 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power ; Your Redeemer's conflict see ; Watch with Him one bitter hour Turn not from His griefs away ; Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned ; O the wormwood and the gall ! O the pangs His soul sustained ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 192 GETHSEMAXE AND CALVARY. I37 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that Miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear the cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay : All is solitude and gloom ; Who hath taken Him away ? Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; Saviour, teach us so to rise. James Montgomery 1822, 1853. 7. 61. " Venit a ccelo Mediator alto." i Ziox's daughter, weep no more, Though thy troubled heart be sore : He of whom the psalmist sung, He who woke the prophet's tongue, Christ, the Mediator blest, Brings thee everlasting rest. 2 In a garden man became Heir of sin, and death, and shame: Jesus in a garden wins Life, and pardon for our sins ; Through His hour of agony, Praying in Gethsemane. 3 There for us He intercedes ; There with God the Father pleads ; Willing there for us to drain To the dregs the cup of pain, That in everlasting day He may wipe our tears away. Roman Breviary. Tr. by Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821—1877), 1861. Ab. 138 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 1QO L-M. 1JJ " Vexilla Regis prodeunt." i The royal banners forward go, The cross shines forth in mystic glow ; Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid ; 2 Where deep for us the spear was dyed, Life's torrent rushing from His side, To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with His blood. 3 O tree of glory, tree most fair, Ordained those holy limbs to bear, How bright in purple robe it stood, The purple of a Saviour's blood ! 4 Upon its arms, so widely flung, The weight of this world's ransom hung : The price which none but He could pay, And spoiled the spoiler of his prey. 5 To Thee, Eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done : As by the cross Thou dost restore, So rule and guide us evermore. Venantius Fortunatus (530 — 609), c. 575. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1851. Ab. and alt. 1QA 7. 6. D. JLiP'T "Salve, caput ci uentatum." i O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown ; O sacred Head, what glory. What bliss, till now was Thine ! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 739 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain ; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain ; Lo, here I fall, my Saviour ! 'Tis I deserve Thy place ; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide : My Lord of life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside the cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy d}-ing sorrow, Thy pity without end ? O make me Thine forever ; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. And when I am departing, O part not Thou from me ; When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord, and set me free ; And when my heart must languish Amidst the final throe, Release me from mine anguish, By Thine own pain and woe. I40 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 6 Be near me when I'm dying, O show Thy cross to me ; And for my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free: These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move ; For he who dies, believing, Dies safely, through Thy love. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091 — 1153), Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1606 — 1676), 1659. Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804 — 1859), 1830. Ab. 8.8. 7. D. 'Stabat Mater dolorosa. 195 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son : There in speechless anguish groaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Through her soul the sword had gone. 2 But we have no need to borrow Motives from the mother's sorrow. At our Saviour's cross to mourn. 'Twas our sins brought Him from Heaven, These the cruel nails had driven : All His griefs for us were borne. 3 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us. He His love and power displayed : By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death, our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 4 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us. That from sin we may refrain us. In Thy griefs may deeply grieve ; Thee our best affections giving, CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 141 To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live. Jacoponi da Todi ( — 1306), 'Jr. by Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804. — i8so), 1842. Vs. 1. Rev. Henry Mills (17S6— 1867), 1845. Vs. 2, 3, 4. Ab. 1QC 8. S. 7. D. J,C2w God is Love. i From the cross the blood is falling, And to us a voice is calling, Like a trumpet silver-clear. 'Tis the voice announcing pardon, "It is finished," is its burden, Pardon to the far and near. 2 God is love :— we read the writing Traced so deeply in the smiting Of the glorious surety there. God is light : — we see it beaming, Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming, So divinely sweet and fair. 3 Cross of shame, yet tree of glory, Round thee winds the one great story Of this ever-changing earth ; Centre of the true and holy, Grave of human sin and folly, Womb of nature's second birth. Rev. Koratius Bonar (1808 — ), 1866. Ab. 197 L. M. The wondrous Cross. When I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. 142 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body on the tree ; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Rev. Isaac Watts, (1674 — 174?), 1709. 198 C. M. Be/ore the Cross. i Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the might}- Maker, died For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears : Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, And melt, mine eves, to tears. CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 143 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away ; 'Tis all that I can do. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709. Ab 1QQ c M- isw'w Kneeling at the Cross. i O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, While at Thy cross I kneel, Gaze on Thy wounded, fainting head, And all Thy sorrows feel. 2 My heart dissolves to see Thee bleed, This heart so hard before ; I hear Thee for the guilty plead, And grief o'erflows the more. 3 'Twas for the sinful Thou didst die, And I a sinner stand : What love speaks from Thy dying eye, And from each pierced hand. 4 I know this cleansing blood of Thine Was shed, dear Lord, for me : For me, for all, O Grace divine, Who look by faith on Thee. 5 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb, By love my soul is drawn : Henceforth, for ever, Thine I am ; Here life and peace are born. 6 In patient hope, the cross I'll bear, Thine arm shall be my stay ; And Thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, On Thy great judgment-da}^. Rev. Ray Palmer (1S0S— ), 1867 144 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 200 -Sell- i Behold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree : How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark, how He groans, while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend ; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done, the precious ransom's paid, " Receive my soul," He cries : See where He bows His sacred head ; He bows His head and dies. 4 But soon He'll break death's envious And in full glory shine: [chain, O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like Thine ? Rev. Samuel Wesley (1662 — 1735), 1709. 901 L- M bJ W JL "Our Lord is crucified." i O come, and mourn with me awhile ; O come ye to the Saviour's side ; O come, together let us mourn : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? Ah, look how patiently He hangs : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed ; His throat with parching thirst is dried ; CHRIST MOCKED AND CRUCIFIED. 145 His failing eyes are dimmed with blood : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love ; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 5 Come, let us stand beneath the cross ; So may th blood from out His side Fall gently on us drop by drop : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 6 A broken heart, a fount of tears Ask, and they will not be denied ; Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, Since Thou for us art crucified. Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814 — 1863), 1849. Ab. and alt. 202 In Pilate's Hall. i I SEE the crowd in Pilate's hall, I mark their wrathful mien ; Their shouts of "crucify" appall, With blasphemy between. 2 And of that shouting multitude I feel that I am one ; And in that din of voices rude, I recognize my own. 3 I see the scourges tear His back I see the piercing crown, And of that crowd who smite and mock I feel that I am one. 4 Around yon cross the throng I see, Mocking the Sufferer's groan ; Yet still my voice it seems to be, As if I mocked alone. I46 CHRIST MOCKED AND CRUCIFIED. 5 'Twas I that shed the sacred blood, I nailed Him to the tree, I crucified the Christ of God, I joined the mockery. 6 Yet not the less that blood avails To cleanse away my sin ; And not the less that cross prevails To give me peace within. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808 — ), 1857 «flO C. M. tJ\JO At the Cross. i I saw One hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood ; Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. 2 Sure, never till my latest breath, Can I forget that look ; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. 3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair ; I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And helped to nail Him there. 4 Alas, I knew not what I did, But all my tears were vain ; Where could my trembling soul be hid, For I the Lord had slain. 5 A second look He gave, that said, 1 ' I freely all forgive ; CHRIST CRUCH M7 This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die that thou mayest live." Rev. John Newton 1 1725 — 1807), ijjy. Ab S. M. rvo dolorum turbine. 204 1 O'erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. 2 See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend ; See down His face, and neck, and breast, His sacred blood descend. 3 Hark, with what awful cry His spirit takes its flight, That cry, it pierced His Mother's heart, And whelmed her soul in night. 4 Earth hears, and to its base Rocks wildly to and fro ; Tombs burst ; seas, rivers, mountains The veil is rent in two. [quake ; 5 The sun withdraws his light ; The midday heavens grow pale ; The moon, the stars, the universe Their Maker's death bewail. 6 Shall man alone be mute? Come, youth and hoary hairs, Come, rich and poor, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. 7 Come, fall before His cross Who shed for us His blood ; Who died the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. 148 CHRIST DEAD. 8 Jesus, all praise to Thee, Our joy and endless rest ; Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here, Our crown amid the blest. Roman Breviary. Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814—1878), 1849. 205 " The Heavenly La)iib." i 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, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. Rev. Isaac Watts, (1674 — 1748), 1709 205 "The dear Lord." I There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. . CHRIST DEAD. 149 2 We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear ; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 3 He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to Heaven, Saved by His precious blood. 4 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin ; He only could unlock the gate Of Heaven, and let us in. 5 O, dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander (1823 — ), i&j%. 907 c- M- 4v I " The Lord from Heaven." — 1 Cor. xv. 47. i Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise : In all His words most wonderful, Most sure in all His ways. 2 O loving wisdom of my God ! When all was sin and shame, A second Adam to the fight, And to the rescue, came. 3 O generous love ! that He, who smote In Man for man the foe, The double agony in Man For man should undergo ; 4 And in the garden secretly, And on the cross on higrh, 150 AND BURIED. Should teach His brethren, and inspire To suffer and to die. 5 Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise : In all His words most wonderful, Most sure in all His ways. Rev. John Henry Newman (1801 — ), 1867. A.b. 90Q c. M. falVO " There laid they Jesus." — John xix. 42. i Come, see the place where Jesus lies : The last sad rite is done ; With aching hearts, and weeping eyes, The faithful few are gone. 2 They washed with tears each bloody trace On those dear limbs that lay ; Then spread the napkin o'er His face, And turned and went their way. 3 By the sealed stones with grounded spears The guards their vigils keep : They wist not other eyes than theirs Watch o'er the Saviour's sleep. 4 'Tis done ! O Death, thy Vi6tor-guest Hath smoothed thy visage grim ; O Grave, thou place of blessed rest. To all who sleep in Him ! Rev. Thomas Edwards Hankinson (1805 — 1843), 18,3. Ab 209 Christ in the Tomb. i Resting from His work to-day, In the tomb the Saviour lay ; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden bv the sealed stone. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION. 1 .5 1 Late at even there was seen, Watching long, the Magdalene ; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. So with Thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend ; Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmed cell None but Thee ma}- ever dwell. Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering ; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around : And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Rev. Thomas Whytehead (1815 — 1843), 1842. Ab. and alt. 11. ' ' Salve /est a dies . ' ' " Welcome, happy morning," age to age shall say : Hell to-day is vanquished, Heaven is won to-day ! Lo ! the Dead is Living, God for evermore ; Him, their true Creator, all His works adore ! 'Welcome, happy morning," age to age shall say ; Hell to-day is vanquished, Heaven is won to-day ! Lo ! the Dead is Living, God for evermore ; Him. their true Creator, all His works adore ! 210 152 CHRIST'S RESURRECTION. 2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring, All good gifts returned with her return- ing King : Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough, Speak His sorrows ended, hail His triumph now. "Welcome, happy morning, " &c. 3 Thou, of life the Author, death didst undergo, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show : Come then, True and Faithful, now ful- fill Thy word ; 'Tis Thine own third morning, rise, my buried Lord ! "Welcome, happy morning," &c. 4 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain ; All that now is fallen raise to life again ; Show Thy face in brightness, bid the na- tions see, Bring again our daylight : day returns with Thee ! "Welcome, happy morning," &c. Venantius Fortunatus (530 — 609), Tr. by Rev. John Ellerton (1826— ), 1871? Ab. 911 CM hiXJk " Ick sagejedem, dass Er lebt." I I say to all men, far and near, That He is risen again ; That He is with us now and here, And ever shall remain. CHRIST'S VICTORY. 1 53 2 And what I say, let each this morn Go tell it to his friend, That soon in every place shall dawn His Kingdom without end. 3 The fears of death and of the grave Are whelmed beneath the sea, And every heart, now7 light and brave, May face the things to be. 4 The way of darkness that He trod To Heaven at last shall come, And he who hearkens to His Word Shall reach His Father's home, Friedrich von Hardenberg (1772 — 1801), 1799. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829— 1878), 1858. Ab\ r)1r) 8.8.8.4. ■J J, id "Finitajam sunt proelia" i The strife is o'er, the battle done : The victory of life is won ; The song of triumph has begun ; Hallelujah! 2 The three sad days are quickly sped, He rises glorious from the dead ; All glory to our risen Head ; Hallelujah! 3 He closed the yawning gates of hell ; The bars from Heaven's high portals fell ; Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell. Hallelujah ! 4 Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants That we may live and sing to Thee, [free, Hallelujah! Unknown Author of the 12th century. Tr. by Rev. Robert Corbet Singleton ( ), 1861. Ab. 154 FOR HIMSELF AND FOR US. «1« 8.8.8.4. ." Master, Lord, to Thee we cry On Thy throne exalted high ; See Thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to Thee. Grant, though parted from our sight, High above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Following Thee beyond the skies. Ever may we upward move, Wafted on the wings of love ; Looking when our Lord shall come, Looking for our heavenly home : Then may we with Thee remain, Partners of Thine endless reign ; There Thy face unclouded see, Find our Heaven of heavens in Thee. Rev. Charles \Ve-!ey, 1739. Ab. and alt j66 worshipped. 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. 228 229 Reigning in Light. i Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into Thy native skies ; Assume Thy right ; And where, in man}' a fold, The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light. 2 Viclor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant train : Praises all Heaven inspire ; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of fire, Thou Lamb once slain. 3 Enter, incarnate God ! No feet but Thine have trod The serpent down : Blow the full trumpets, blow, Wider yox\ portals throw, Saviour, triumphant, go, And take Thy crown. 4 Lion of Judah, Hail ! And let Thy Name prevail From age to age : Lord of the rolling years, Claim for Thine own the spheres, For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. Matthew bridges (iSuo— ), 1848. Al 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. " Worthy the Lamb!" i Glory to God on high, Let praises fill the sky ! 230 CROWNED. 167 Praise ye His Name. Angels His Name adore, Who all our sorrows bore, And saints cry evermore, ' " Worthy the Lamb ! ' ' All they around the throne Cheerfully join in one. Praising His Xame. We who have felt His blood Sealing our peace with God, Spread His dear fame abroad : ' ' Worthy the Lamb ! ' ' Join all the human race, Our Lord and God to bless ; Praise ye His Name ! In Him we will rejoice. Making a cheerful noise, And say with heart and voice. ' ' Worthy the Lamb ! ' ' Though we must change our place, Our souls shall never cease Praising His Xame ; To Him we'll tribute bring, Laud Him our gracious King, And without ceasing sing, ' ' Worthy the Lamb ! ' ' Rev. James Allen (1734 — 1804), 1761. Ab. 8.7.61. The Victor crowned. Jesus comes, His conflict over. Comes to claim His great reward ; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord ; Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown Him, everlasting King. l68 CROWNED. 2 Yonder throne, for Him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat ; Lo, the Man on earth rejected ! Angels worship at His feet : Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown Him, everlasting King. 3 Day and night they cry before Him, "Holy, holy, holy Lord!" All the powers of Heaven adore Him, All obey His sovereign word ; Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring. Crown Him, everlasting King. Rev. Thomas Kelly 1.1769 — 1855), ,;'",» *Q1 8. 7. 61. uj ^ ± " Pa nge lingua glo riosi. ' ' i Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's triumph, Tell His story far and wide ; Tell aloud the famous story Of His body crucified ; How upon the cross a Victim, Languishing in death He died. 2 Thrice ten years among us dwelling, All the time to flesh assigned ; Born for this, He meets His passion, To His agony resigned ; On the cross the Lamb is lifted, There the sacrifice they bind. 3 Equal praises to the Father, Equal praises to the Son, Equal praises to the Spirit, While unending ages run ; Praise for all in earth and Heaven, To th' Eternal Three in One. Claudia nus Mamertus I — 474'. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1S18 ife66), 1651. Ad. and rau< h ah. ENTHRONED. 169 ftQO s M ■jOiJ " Ascendens in altum Doviinus." i The Lord on high ascends, Once more to take His seat : Celestial powers rejoicing fly, His glad return to greet. 2 The mighty battle gained, The world's great prince undone, Before His Father He presents The mortal palm He won. 3 Upborne above the clouds, Sweet hope He sheds on all : He flings the gates of Eden back, Shut fast by Adam's fall. 4 To our Redeemer's Name All thanks and praise be given, That He hath borne our mortal shape, To tread the courts of Heaven. 5 May we, while waiting Christ, To heavenly works arise, And ever live such saintly lives, That we may reach the skies. Ambrose of Milan 1340 — 397), . Tr. by Rev. Robert Corbet Singleton, 1870. Ab. ft/50 8. 8. 8. 4. ^JJ "Hear us, O Christ." i Sovereign of Heaven, who didst prevail O'er death and wTith Thy life-blood dye The path by which we hope to scale Yon starry sky : 2 Look down in mercy from Thy throne At God's right hand, O Lord, and see Us who are lingering here alone, Orphaned of Thee. I70 CROWNED. 3 Hear us, O Christ, for we were born Out of the travail of Thy soul ; When by the spear Thy side was torn To make us whole. 4 Thy toils and anguish at an end, Thou wearest now a glorious crowm : The hour is come ; send, Saviour, send The Spirit down. C. Stuart Calverley ( —1884), 1872. Ab. flOA 8.7.4. faiw * " He shall reign forever and ever ." — Rev. xi. 15. i IyOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious, See ' ' the Man of Sorrows ' ' now7 ; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow ; Crown Him, crown Him ; Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crowm the Saviour, angels, crown Him : Rich the trophies Jesus brings : In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of Heaven rings : Crown Him, crown Him ; Crown the Saviour "King of kings." 3 Sinners in derison 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 : O what joy the sight affords ! ADORED. 171 Crown Him, crown Him ; "King of kings, and Lord of lords." Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769 — 1855), 1809. C. M. ' Pe rfeel th rough Suffe rings ." — Heb. 235 1 The head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now ; A royal diadem adorns The might)* Victor's brow. 2 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below To whom He manifests His love, And grants His Name to know : 3 The)- suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above ; Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. 4 The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Kim ; His people's hope, His people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Rev. Thomas Kelly, 1820. Ab. rtOO C. M. www The universal Anthefn. — Rev. v. ii — 13. i Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 ' ' Worthy the Lamb that died, ' ' they cry , ' ' To be exalted thus ; ' ' "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For He was slain for us." 172 ADORRD. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, I^ord, 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 that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1700, 9Q7 C. M. MW I " The Desire of all Nations." — Hag. ii. 7. i Infinite excellence is Thine, Thou glorious Prince of grace ! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, Come bending at Thy feet ; To Thee their prayers and songs ascend? In Thee their wishes meet. 3 Millions of. happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store ; From Thee they all their bliss receive, And still Thou givest more. 4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy ; They find their all in Thee ; Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity. Rev. John Fawcett (1739— 1817), 1782. At> 238 ADORED. 173 C. M To the luzvib that was slain. — Rev. v. 6 — 12. Behold the glories of the Lamb. Amidst His Father's throne: Prepare new honors for His Name, And songs before unknown. Let elders worship at His feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 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. Xow to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy remain Forever on Thy head. Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1700 Ab. 233 C. M. The Gates opened. Come, let us lift our joj'ful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there, Upon a throne of love. Xow we ma}- bow before His feet, And venture near the Lord : No fiery cherub guards His seat, Xor double flaming sword. 174 ADORED. 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son ; High let us 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. and si. alt. ^TTU " Our ascended Priest." i Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest ; He entered Heaven, with all our names Deep graven on His breast. 2 Below He washed our guilt away, By His atoning blood ; Now He appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which He Himself o'ercame. 4 O may we ne'er forget His grace, Nor blush to wear His Name ; Still may our hearts hold fast His faith, Our mouths His praise proclaim. Rev. Alexander Pirie ( —1804), 1786 Ab. and si. alt. OA"\ c M £ i"i "And crown Him Lord of all.' — Acts x. 36. i All hail the power of Jesus' Name ! Let angels prostrate fall, || : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| THK INCARNATE MYSTERY. 175 2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball ; || : Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call ; || : Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| 4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the fall, || : Hail Him, who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, || : Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, || : To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| Rev. Edward Perronet ( — iT^'2)j 1780. Ab. and alt C M. Our double Kindred to Emmanuel. — 1 Cor. xv. 47, 49. 242 i O mean may seem this house of clay, Yet 'twas the Lord's abode; Our feet may mourn this thorny way, Yet here Emmanuel trod. 2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear ; This watch the Lord did keep ; These burdens sore the Lord did bear ; These tears the Lord did weep. 3 O vale of tears no longer sad, Wherein the Lord did dwell ! 17^ THE INCARNATE MYSTERY. O happy robe of flesh that clad Our own Emmanuel ! 4 But not this fleshly robe alone Shall link us, Lord, to Thee ; Not only in the tear and groan Shall the dear kindred be. 5 We shall be reckoned for Thine own, Because Thy Heaven we share, Because we sing around Thy throne, And Thy bright raiment wear. 6 O mighty grace, our life to live, To make our earth divine ! O mighty grace, Thy Heaven to give, And lift our life to Thine ! Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819 — ), i860. A'o OAO CM. fai iO " The Incarnate Mystery." — 1 Cor. i. 22 — 29. i Dearest of all the names above. My Jesus and my God, Who can resist Thy heavenly love, Or trifle with Thy blood ? 2 'Tis by the merits of Thy death The Father smiles again ; 'Tis by Thine interceding breath The Spirit dwells with mer. 3 Till God in human flesh I see, My thoughts no comfort find : The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terrors to my mind. 4 But if Immanuel's face appear, My hope, my joy, begins: His Name forbids my slavish fear His grace removes my sins. CHRIST EXALTED. I 77 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love th' incarnate Mystery, And there I fix my trust. Rev. Isaac Watts, (1674 — 174?), 1709 H. M. The Lord is King." 244 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your Lord and King adore ; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love ; When He had purged our stains, He took His seat above : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and Heaven ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take His servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. Rev- Charles Wesley (1- - 748. Ab 178 CHRIST KXAI/TKD. 245 " Jesus' lebtl" i Jesus lives ! no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us; Jesus lives ! by this we know Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us. Alleluia ! 2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal ; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia ! 3 Jesus lives ! for us He died ; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may -we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia ! 4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well Naught from us His love shall sever ; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia ! 5 Jesus lives ! to Him the throne Over all the world is given : May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in Heaven. Alleluia ! Christian Furchtegott Gellert (1715—1769), 1757. Tr. by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox ( ), 1841. QA£ 8. 8. 7. D. UTW Dwelling in the Heavens. — Ps. cxxiii. 1. 1 Upward, where the stars are burning, Silent, silent in their turning, Round the never-changing pole ; Upward, where the sky is brightest, PRIEST AND KING. 179 Upward, where the blue is lightest, Lift I now my longing soul. 2 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted : Lord of lords, and King of kings. Son of man, they crown, they crown Him, Son of God, they own, they own Him : With His Name the palace rings. 3 Blessing, honor, without measure, Heavenly riches, earthly treasure, Lay we at His blessed feet. Poor the praise that now we render Loud shall be our voices yonder, When before His throne we meet. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1866. Ab. A ATf L. M. M~£ l ' ' Opus peregisti tuu»i . ' ' i O Saviour, who for man hast trod The wine-press of the wrath of God, Ascend, and claim again on high, The glory left for us to die. 2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet ; Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, And share the triumph of their King. 3 Our great High Priest and Shepherd Thou Within the veil art entered now, To offer there Thy precious blood Once poured on earth a cleansing flood. 4 O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care Thy lowly members heaven -ward bear ; Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, With Thee for evermore to reign. Prof. Charles Coffin (1676—1749), 1736. Tr by Rev. John Chandler (1806 — 1876), 1837. Ab. and much alt ISO PRIEST AND KING. ZtO "Nobis Oiympo Redd it us." i O Christ, uplifted to the sky, Preparing us a place on high, Sad exiles from the land above, O draw us home with words of love. 2 Of every good the fountain, Lord, Thou soon shalt be our rich reward : What lasting joys shall then remain, To match Thy people's briefest pain. 3 Our eyes unveiled, in blissful state, Shall view Thee, O how good ! how great ! On Thee our ceaseless love shall pour, And Thee our ceaseless song adore. 4 Thou ne'er dost quit a favored race : In pledge of Thy redeeming grace, O send Thy Spirit from Thy throne, To take and seal us for Thine own. Santolius Victorious (1630—1697), Tr. by Rev. Robert Corbet Singleton, 1867. Ab. and alt. L. M. Our Priest and King. Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of His dying love, Be humble honors paid below, And strains of noble praise above. 'Twas He who cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in His precious blood ; 'Tis He who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be everlasting power confest, And every tongue His glory sing. 249 £ING AND PRIEST. l8l 4. Behold, on flying clouds He comes, And every eye shall see Him move ; Tho' with our sins we pierced Him once, He now displays His pard'ning love. Rev. Isaac Watts ^1674 — 1748), 1707. Ab. and si. alt. rtf-A L. M. y JV Rex Christe, factor omnium." i O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, Saviour of all who trust Thy word, To them who seek Thee ever near, Now to our praises bend Thine ear. 2 In Thy dear cross a grace is found, It flows from every streaming wound, Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 3 Thou didst create the stars of night, Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light ; Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear. 4 When Thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged Thee ; When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. 5 Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by Thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end. Gregory the Great (S40 — 604), Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1858. 251 L. M. The enthroned High Priest. Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, 1 82 ENTHRONED. A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears. 2 He who for men their surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Pursues in Heaven His mighty plan, The Saviour and the Friend of man. 3 Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the weakness of our frame. 4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains ; And still remembers in the skies His tears, and agonies, and cries. 5 In every pang, that rends the heart, The Man of Sorrows had a part ; Touched with the feeling of our grief, He to the sufferer sends relief. 6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known, And ask the aid of heavenly power, To help us in the evil hour. Michael Bruce (1746— 1767), 1781 Alt r)M 8. 7. D. 4l|j^ " Enth r on cd in Glory.' ' i Hail, Thou once despised Jesus, Hail, Thou Galilean King ! Thou didst suffer to release us, Thou didst free salvation bring : Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ; By Thy merits we find favor ; Life is given through Thy Name. ENTHRONED. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on Thee were laid ; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made : All Thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood : Opened is the gate of Heaven ; Peace is made 'twixt man and God. Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, There forever to abide : All the heavenly hosts adore Thee. Seated at Thy Father's side. There for sinners Thou art pleading ; There Thou dost our place prepare ; Ever for us interceding Till in glory we appear. Rev. John Bakewell '1721 — 1819), 1760. Alt. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 17- 253 8. 7. D. Thou art -worthy.1' — 'Second part of preceding Hymn . 1 i Worship, honor, power, and blessing. Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits. Bring your sweetest, noblest lays : Help to sing our Saviour's merits. Help to chant Immanuel's praise. Soon we shall, with those in glory, His transcendent grace relate ; Gladly sing th' amazing story Of His dying love ^o great : 1 84 ENTHRONED. Iii that blessed contemplation We for evermore shall dwell, Crowned with bliss and consolation, Such as none below can tell. Rev. John Bakewell (1721 — 1819), 1760. Alt. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1776. OZA 8- 7- D aOl "On the right Hand of God."—i Pet. iii. 22. i Christ, above all glory seated, King eternal, strong to save, Dying, Thou hast death defeated, Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. Thou art gone, where now is given, What no mortal might could gain : On th' eternal throne of Heaven, In Thy Father's power to reign. 2 We, O Lord, with hearts adoring, Follow Thee above the sky : Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring, Lift our souls to Thee on high. So when Thou again in glory On the clouds of Heaven shalt shine, We Thy flock shall stand before Thee, Owned forevermore as Thine. Bp. James Russell Woodford (1820— ), 1863. Ab. ncr s. 7. d. falOv "A Priest forever." — Ps. ex. 4. i Alleluia, sing to Jesus, His the sceptre, His the throne ; Alleluia, His the triumph, His the victory alone ; Hark, the songs of peaceful Zion Thunder like a mighty flood, Jesus out of every nation, || : Hath redeemed us by His blood. :|| ENTHRONED. 1 8« 2 Alleluia, not as orphans, We are left in sorrow now ; Alleluia, He is near us, Faith believes, nor questions how : Tho' the cloud from sight received Him, When the forty days were o'er, Shall our hearts forget His promise, || : "I am with you evermore?" :|| 3 Alleluia, Bread of angels, Thou on earth our Food, our Stay, Alleluia, here the sinful Flee to Thee from day to day ; Intercessor, Friend of sinners, Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, Where the songs of all the sinless || : Sweep across the crystal sea. :|| William Chatterton Dix (1837— ), 1867. A!j ore 8. 7. d. faljlj "Iain ivith you ahuay." — Matt, xxviii. 20. i Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer, and words of love : Thus the risen Saviour whispers, From His dwelling-pl?~e above. With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear, Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear. 2 With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream ; Lighting up the steps to glory Like the ancient prophet's dream. Always with us, always with us, Pilot on the surging main, 186 GONE BACK TO HEAVEN. Guiding to the distant Heaven, Where we shall be home again. Rev. Edwin Henry Nevin (1814— ), 1858. Ab *rn 8.7.61. 64 Q / " Raise the Anthem." i Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem, Cleave the skies with shouts of praise : Sing to Him who found the ransom, Ancient of eternal days : God eternal, Word Incarnate, Whom the Heaven of heavens obeys. 2 Ere He raised the lofty mountains, Formed the sea, or built the sky, Love eternal, free, and boundless, Forced the Lord of Life to die ; Lifted up the Prince of princes On the throne of Calvary. 3 Now on those eternal mountains Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, Where unceasing hallelujahs They upraise, the sons of light : Zion's people tell His praises, Victor after hard-won fight. 4 Bring your harps and bring your incense, Sweep the string and pour the lay ; Let the earth proclaim His wonders, King of that celestial day : He, the Lamb once slain, is worthy, Who was dead and lives for aye. Rev. Job Hupton (1762— 1849), l8°8- Ab. Alt. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1851. ijOO Ir/aous 6 ZcooSottjs. I Jksus, Lord of Life eternal, Taking those He loved the best, WORTHY THE LAMB. 187 Stood upon the Mount of Olives, And His own the last time blest: Then, though He had never left it, Sought again His Father's breast. Knit is now our flesh to Godhead, Knit in everlasting bands : Call the world to highest festal : Floods and oceans, clap your hands : Angels, raise the song of triumph : Make response, ye distant lands. Loosing death with all its terrors Thou aseendedst up on high ; And to mortals, now immortal, Gavest immortality, As Thine own disciples saw Thee Mounting Victor to the sky. h of the Studium ( — 883), Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1862. Ab. and alt. 259 I,. M. " The Song of Songs." i Come, let us sing the song of songs, The saints in Heaven began the strain, The homage which to Christ belongs : ' ' Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain ! ' ' 2 Slain to redeem us by His blood. To cleanse from every sinful stain. And make us kings and priests to God : ' ' Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain ! ' 3 To Him, enthroned by filial right, All power in Heaven and earth proclaim Honor, and majesty, and might : ' ' Worth\- the Lamb, for He was slain ' 1 88 THE COMFORTER. 4 Long as we live, and when we die, [reign, And while in Heaven with Him we This song our song of songs shall be : ' ' Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain ! ' ' James Montgomery (1771 — 1854,) 1853. Ab. and alt. ZbU " The Way, the Truth, the Li/e."— John xiv. 6. i Thou art the Way : To Thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who wonld 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 that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose jo}\s eternal flow. Bp. George Washington Doane (1799— 1859), 1824. «£1 8.6.8.4. feilUl The Comforter comes. — John xvi. 7. i Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. 2 He came in semblance of a dove With sheltering wings outspread, The holy balm of peace and love On earth to shed. PKNTECOST. 1S9 3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. 4 And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each thought, that calms each fear, And speaks of Heaven. 5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness Are His alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see : O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And meet for Thee. M;55 Harriet Auber • 1773 — 1862), 1829. Ab. A£A CM. £\Jhi Pentecost. — Act.s ii. r— 4. 1 Xo track is on the sunny sky, No footprints on the air : Jesus hath gone ; the face of earth Is desolate and bare. 2 That Upper Room is Heaven on earth : Within its precincts lie All that earth has of faith, or hope, Or Heaven-born charity. 3 He comes ! He comes ! that mighty Breath From Heaven's eternal shores ; His uncreated freshness fills His Bride, as she adores. 190 PENTECOST. 4 Earth quakes before that rushing blast, Heaven echoes back the sound, And mightily the tempest wheels That Upper Room around. 5 One moment— and the Spirit hung O'er all with dread desire ; Then broke upon the heads of all In cloven tongues of fire. 6 The Spirit came into the Church With His unfailing power ; He is the living Heart that beats Within her at this hour. 7 Most tender Spirit, mighty God, Sweet must Thy presence be, If loss of Jesus can be gain, So long as we have Thee ! Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814 — 1863), 1849. -A-b. and si. alt *£Q C M. teiU. 1853 An 194 HOI/V SPIRIT INVOKED. 9CQ 7. 7. 7. 5. UUO " Heavenly Love." i Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost, Taught by Thee, we covet most, Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, Holy, heavenly Love. 2 Love is kind, and suffers long, Love is meek, and thinks no wrong, Love than death itself more strong : Give us heavenly Love. 3 Prophecy will fade away, Melting in the light of day ; Love will ever with us stay : Give us heavenly Love. 4 Faith will vanish into sight, Hope be emptied in delight ; Love in Heaven will shine more bright: Give us heavenly Love. 5 Faith and Hope and Love we see Joining hand in hand agree ; But the greatest of the three, And the best, is Love. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807—1885), 1862. Ab. and alt. 9CQ 8. 7. D. iJJQXj "Love Divine." i Love Divine, all love excelling, Joy of Heaven, to earth come down ; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown ; Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love Thou art ; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. 270 INVOKED. 195 Breathe, O breathe, Thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast- Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find that second rest ; Take away our power of sinning, Alpha and Omega be, End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive ; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Finish then Thy new creation, Pure, and spotless let us be ; Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored in Thee : Changed from glory into glory, Till in Heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Rev. Charles Wesley (170S— 1788), 1747. SI. alt. 8. 7. D. Prayer for Ligl.t. Light of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by Thy love's revealing Dissipate the clouds beneath : The new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 196 INVOKED. 2 Still we wait for Thine appearing ; Life and joy Thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor, benighted heart : Come, and manifest the favor God hath for our ransomed race ; Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour, Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 3 Save us in Thy great compassion, O thou mild, pacific Prince, Give the knowledge of salvation, Give the pardon of our sins ; By Thine all-restoring merit, Every burdened soul release, Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into Thy perfect peace. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1745. 971 L. M.61. *W / Ja The Anointing Spirit. i Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire ; Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart ; Thy blessed unction from above, Is comfort, life, and fire of love. 2 Enable with perpetual light The dullness of our blinded sight ; 'Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of Thy grace ; Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come. 3 Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee of both, to be but One ; That through the ages all along, 272 PRAYER FOR LIGHT. I97 This still may be our endless song : All praise, with all the heavenly host, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Rabanus Maunis 1776 — 856), Tr. by Bp. John Cosin (1594 — 1672), 1627. Alt. 7. Prayer /or Peace and Rest. i Gracious Spirit, Dove divine, Let Thy light within me shine ; All my guilt}- fears remove, Fill me full of Heaven and love. 2 Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free, Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in His precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation on my heart, Breathe Thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. \ Let me never from Thee stray. Keep me in the narrow way, Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, forever Thine. John Stocker, 1776. Ab. 7. Light, Power, Joy. i Holy Ghost, with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away, Turn the darkness into day. 2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. 273 I9S PRAYER FOR LIGHT. 3 Holy Ghost, with 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. Rev. Andrew Reed (1787— 1862). 1843. Ab. ud / i "Granted is the Saviour's Prayer." i Granted is the Saviour's prayer, Sent the gracious Comforter, Promise of our parting Lord, Jesus, to His Heaven restored. 2 God, the everlasting God, Makes with mortals His abode ; Whom the heavens cannot contain, He stoops down to dwell in man. 3 Never will He thence depart, Inmate of a humble heart ; Carrying on His work within, Striving till He cast out sin. 4 Come, divine and peaceful Guest, Knter our devoted breast : Life divine in us renew, Thou the Gift and Giver, too ! Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1739. Ab. andi It. nnr s. m. td I W Prayer for Light and Love. i Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy bright beams arise, Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes. PRAYER FOR EIGHT. I99 2 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 3 Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God. 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 we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee. Rev. Joseph Hart (1712 — 1768), 1759. Ab. and si. alt. £ / 0 The Descent 0/ the Spirit. i Lord God, the Holy Ghost, In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all Thy power. 2 Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling breathe. 3 The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above ; And give us hearts and tongues of fire To pray, and praise, and love. 200 FORGIVENESS AND GRACE PRAYED FOR. 4 Spirit of light, explore, And chase our gloom away, With lustre shining more and more Unto the perfect day. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1825. Ab. C. M. The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14. 277 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 the heirs of HeaYen ? When wilt Thou banish my complaints And show my sins forgiven ? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the 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 safe convey me home. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. 278 C. M. oyer to the Spirit '. Spirit Divine, attend our prayers, And make this house Thy home ; Descend with all Thy gracious powers, O come, Great Spirit, come ! Come as the light ; to us reveal Our sinfulness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. FORGIVENESS AND GRACE PRAYED FOR. 201 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 wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace ; And make the great salvation known, Wide as the human race. 5 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers, Make a lost world Thy home ; Descend with all Thy gracious powers, O come, Great Spirit, come ! Rev. Andrew Keed (1787 — 1862), 1843. Ab and 3I alt. 97Q ... cm. M I w The Spirit's Influences desired. — Acts x. 44. i Great Father of each perfect gift, Behold Thy servants wait ; With longing eyes and lifted hands, We flock around Thy gate. 2 O shed abroad that royal gift, Thy Spirit from above, To bless our eyes with sacred light, And fire our hearts with love. 3 Blest Earnest of eternal joy, Declare our sins forgiven ; And bear, with energy divine, Our raptured thoughts to Heaven. 4 Pour down, O God, those copious showers, That earth its fruit may yield, And change the barren wilderness To Carmel's flowery field. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1 751 1 , 1755. Ab. and si alt. 202 COMFORT AND fjGHi*. 9Qfi CM- fcjQU " jTAf Comforter ts come." i My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth rejoice In God my Saviour, and my God ; I hear His joyful voice. 2 Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast, To witness God's eternal love : This is my heavenly feast. 3 My God, my reconciled God, Creator of my peace : Thee will I love, and praise, and sing. Till life and breath shall cease. Rev. John Mason ( —1694), 1683. Ab, rtQI 6. 6. 4.. 6. 6. 6. 4. 401 " / 'eni, Sandle Spiritus." i Come, Holy Ghost, in love Shed on us from above Thine own bright ray ! Divinely good Thou art ; Thy sacred gifts impart To gladden each sad heart : O come to-day ! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest, With soothing power : Rest, which the weary know, Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, Cheer us, this hour ! 3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill ; Dwell in each breast ; THE INDWKI.WNG OF THE SPIRIT. 203 We know no dawn but Thine ; Send forth Thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest ! 4 Come, all the faithful bless ; Let all who Christ confess, His praise employ : Give virtue's rich reward ; Victorious death accord, And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy ! Hermannus Contractus? (1013 — 1054), Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1858. ftQO 7.61. jQy "Dwell with me.' ' i Gracious Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would gracious be, And with words that help and heal Would Thy life in mine reveal, And with aclions bold and meek Would for Christ my Saviour speak. 2 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would truthful be, And with wisdom kind and clear Let Thy life in mine appear, And with aclions brotherly Speak my Lord's sincerity. 3 Tender Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would tender be, Shut my heart up like a flower At temptation's darksome hour, Open it when shines the sun, And His love by fragrance own. 204 INDWEWJNG. 4 Silent Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would quiet be, Quiet as the growing blade Which through earth its way has made ; Silently, like morning light, Putting mists and chills to flight. 5 Mighty Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would mighty be, Mighty so as to prevail Where unaided man must fail, Ever by a mighty hope Pressing on, and bearing up. 6 Holy Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would holy be ; Separate from sin, I would Choose and cherish all things good, And what ever I can be Give to Him, who gave me Thee ! Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch (1818 — 1871), 1850. 9QO CM. ^QQ " Thy Spirit in our Heart." i Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord, Thy Holy Ghost 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, Saviour, what we more desire, Thy Spirit in our heart. 3 Spirit of life, and light, and love, Thy heavenly influence give ; Quicken our souls, born from above In Christ that we may live. INDWELLING. 205 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. Rev. Thomas Haweis '1752 — 1820), 1792. 8. 7. 7. 7. 8. 8. O du allersiiss ' te Freudc. 284 1 Holv Ghost, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; Come, Thou Source of sweetest gladness. Breathe Thy life and spread Thy light ; Loving vSpirit, God of peace, Great Distributer of grace. Rest upon this congregation ; Hear, O hear, our supplication. 2 From that height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower, descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. O Thou Glory shining down From the Father and the Son. Grant us Thy illumination ; Rest on all this congregation. 3 Come, Thou best of all donations God can give, or we implore : Having Thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more . 206 LIGHT, COMFORT AND MERCY. Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Now, descending from above, Rest on all this congregation ; Make our hearts Thy habitation. Rev, Paul Gerhardt (1606 — 1676), 1653. Ab. Tr. by Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1776. Ab. flflC . 7.31. illQO " Veni, Sancle Spiriius." i Holy Spirit, Lord of Light, From Thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give. 2 Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come, with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live. 3 Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, . Dost refreshing peace bestow. 4 Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, Solace in the midst of woe. 5 If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay ; All his good is turned to ill. 6 Heal our wounds, our strength renew On our dryness pour Thy dew ; Wash the stains of guilt away. 7 Bend the stubborn heart and will, Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; Guide the steps that go astray. 8 Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend. GOD'S WORD. 207 9 Give them comfort when the}- die, Give them life with Thee on high ; Give them joys that never end. Hermanmis Contractus ? (1013 — 1054), Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814-1878), 1849. A^>- «Q£ 7.31. &QO Pleading/or Mercy. i Lord, in this Thy mercy's day, Ere from us it pass away, On our knees we fall and pray. 2 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that day of doom appears. 3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at the door, Ere it close for evermore. 4 By Thy night of agony, By Thy supplicating cry, By Thy willingness to die, 5 By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below. Let us not Thy love forego. 6 Judge and Saviour of our race, Grant us, when we see Thy face, With Thy ransomed ones a place. Rev. Isaac Williams, (1802 — 1&65;, 1844. Ab C M. ' Glory Ps. cxix. 130. 2 Cor. iv. 4. rtQP7 " ^ie Light and Glory of the Word. A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. The hand, that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; 208 god's word. Its truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 3 L,et 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 breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above. William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1779. Ab, *QQ C. M. iUQQ A Lamp, and a Light. — Ps. cxix. 105. 2 Tim. iii. if'. i How precious is the Book divine, By inspiration given : Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to Heaven. Its light, descending from above, Our gloomy world to cheer, Displays a Saviour's boundless love, And brings His glories near. 3 It shows to man his wandering ways, And where his feet have trod ; And brings to view the matchless grace Of a forgiving God. 4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 5 This lamp, thro' all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. Rev. John Fawcett (1739—1817), 1782 Ab god's word. 209 falUw 7^* Scriptures our only Help and Guide. i Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to Thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in Thy written word. 2 This is the field w7here hidden lies The pearl of price unknown : That merchant is divinely wise, Who makes the pearl his own. 3 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 4 O may Thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to Thy right hand. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. A\x O where shall rest be found. Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.- The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Xor all of death to die. Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : O 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. James Montgomery' (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1853. Ab 010 "Out of the Depths." — Ps. cxxx. i Out of the deep I call To Thee, O Lord, to Thee ; Before Thy throne of grace I fall, Be merciful to me. 316 228 PENITENCE. 2 Out of the deep I cry, The woful deep of sin, Of evil done in days gone by, Of evil now within. 3 Out of the deep of fear, And dread of coming shame, From morning watch till night is near I plead the precious Name. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821—1877), 1868. Ab. S. M. Tears of Penitence. Did Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears Angels with wonder see : Be thou astonished, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. He wept that we might weep ; Each sin demands a tear ; In Heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Then tender be our hearts, Our eyes in sorrow dim, Till every tear from every eye Is wiped away by Him. Rev. Bsnjamin Beddome (1717 — 1795), 1787. Vs. 1. 2. 3. 317 L. M. The Prayer of the Publican. — Luke xviii. 13. i With broken heart, and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry : Thy pardoning grace is rich and free ; O God, be merciful to me. PENITENCE. 229 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt opprest, Christ and His cross my only plea ; O God, be merciful to me. 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Xor dare uplift them to the skies ; But Thou dost all my anguish see ; O God, be merciful to me. 4 Xor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone ; To Calvary alone I flee ; O God, be merciful to me. 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me. Rev. Cornelius Elven (1797 — ), 1852. 01 Q L. M. 010 Pleading/or Pardon— Ps. li. i Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live : Are not Thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 2 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 3 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against Thy law, against Thy grace ; Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 230 CRYING FOR MERCY. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. 0 1 y " Gott r'ufet ' noch . ' ' i God calling yet ! shall I not hear? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumber lie ? 2 God calling yet ! and shall He knock And I my heart the closer lock ? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? I wait, but He does not forsake ; He calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay : Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Gerhard Tersteegen (1697 — 1769), 1730. Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1825 — ), 1854. Ab. and alt. Q90 CM- s^iUV Coming to Christ. i Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat Where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly fall before His feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh ; 321 CRYING FOR MERCY. 231 Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, And such, O Lord, am I. Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely prest, By war without, and fears within, I come to Thee for rest. Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, Thou hast died. O wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead Thy gracious Name. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1779. Ab. C M. Crying for Mercy. O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, Who lie in woful state, Lamenting all my sinful life, Before Thy mercy-gate : A gate that opens wide to those That do lament their sin ; Shut not that gate against me, Lord, But let me enter in. And call me not to stricl account How I have sojourned here; For then my guilty conscience knows How vile I shall appear. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask ; This is my humble prayer ; For mercy, Lord, is all my suit, O let Thy mercy spare. John Mardley, 1562. Ab. and alt. 232 CRYING FOR MRRCV. OnO C M. Q£A At Christ's Feet. i Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet, A guilty rebel lies : And upwards to Thy mercy-seat || : Presumes to lift his eyes. :|| 2 O let not justice frown me hence ; Stay, stay the vengeful storm : Forbid it, that Omnipotence || : Should crush a feeble worm. :|| 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes || : In ceaseless torrents flow. :|| 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt ; No tears but those which Thou hast shed, || : No blood but Thou hast spilt. :|| 5 Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord, And all my sins forgive ; Justice will well approve the word, || : That bids the sinner live. :|| Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727 — 1795), 1787. OrtQ C. M. 0(— )0 "One only." i When wounded sore the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. REPENTING. 233 3 When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul dark spot. One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 4 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord ; Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin But in Thy wounded side. Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander (1823 — ), 185b. Ab. and si alt. on a , 8.7. vV^Ji " Take me." i Take me, O my Father, take me, Take me, save me, through Thy Son ; That, which Thou wouldst have me, make Let Thy will in me be done. [me, 2 Long from Thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod ; Weary come I now, and praving, Take me to Thy love, my" God. 3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humblv I confess my sin ; At Thy feet, O Father,' falling, To Thy household take me in. 4 Freely now to Thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine : Freely, life and soul I offer, Gift unworthy love like Thine. 5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bore our sins upon the tree ; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to Thee : 234 REPENTING. 6 Father, take me ; all forgiving, Fold me to Thy loving breast ; In Thy love for ever living, I must be for ever blest. Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1865. JialJ After a Relapse into Sin. — Heb. x 29. 1 Dkpth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God His wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face ; Would not hearken to His calls ; Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled His relentings are ; Me He now delights to spare ; Cries. "How shall I give thee up?" Lets the lifted thunder drop. 4 There for me the Saviour stands, Shows His wounds, and spreads His God is Love : I know, I feel ; [hands ; Jesus weeps, but loves me still. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1740. Ab. 32b Rest in Christ. i Jesus, full of truth and love, We Thy kindest word obey : Faithful let Thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away. 2 Weary of this war within, Weary of this endless strife, Weary of ourselves and sin, Weary of a wretched life ; AND RETURNING, 235 3 Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load, Burdened with this unbelief, Burdened with the wrath of God : 4 Lo, we come to Thee for ease, True and gracious as Thou art ; Now our groaning soul release, Write forgiveness on our heart. Rev. Charles Wesley, 1747. Ab. and alt. Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1779. O9F7 8.7,3.3.7. Wtal 1 ilB/ess me, even me also." — Gen. xxvii. 34. i Pass me not, O gracious Father, Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might' st curse me, but the rather Let Thy mercy light on me, Even me, Even me, Let Thy mercy light on me. 2 Pass me not, O tender Saviour, Let me love and cling to Thee ; I am longing for Thy favor ; When Thou comest, call for me, Even me, &c. 3 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, Thou canst make the blind to see ; Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me, Even me, &c. 4 Love of God, so pure and changeless, Blood of God, so rich and free, Grace of God, so strong and boundless, Magnify them all in me, Even me, &c. Mrs. Elizabeth Codner, iSfii. Ab. 236 JESUS BEST AND DEAREST. OrtQ 7.6,8.8.7.7 i Jksus, Name all names above, Jesus, best and dearest, Jesus, Fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest ; Jesus, Source of grace completest, Jesus, purest, Jesus, sweetest, Jesus, Well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine. 2 Jesus, open me the gate Which the sinner entered, Who, in his last dying state, Wholly on Thee ventured ; Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, And Thy passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in Paradise. 3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression, Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession ; Jesus, clad in purple raiment, For my evil making payment ; Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary, be in vain. 4 When I cross death's bitter sea, And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me As the storm draws nigher ; Jesus, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish: SIN FORGIVEN'. 237 Tell me, 1 1 Verily, I say, "Thou shalt be with Me to-day." Theodtistus of the Studium ( — 890), Tr. by Rev. John Mason Xeale (1818— 1866), 1862. Ab. Oa^w Sin Forgiven. i Weary of earth and laden with my sin, y^l look to Heaven and long to enter in, But there no evil thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "come." 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land ? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near ; 3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear ; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 4 'Twas He who found me on the deathlv wild, And made me heir of Heaven, the Fa- ther's child, And day by day. whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, Righteous Lord : Thine all the merits, mine the great re- ward ; 238 COMING TO JESUS. Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown ; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. V Rev. Samuel John Stone (1839 — ), 1865. Ab. OOA L. M. WWW "Just as I am." — John vi. 37. 1 Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come. 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within, and foes without, O Lamb of God, I come. 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come. 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve : Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come. 6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down : Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come. Miss Charlotte Elliot (1 789—1871), 1836. ROCK OF AGES. 239 OOI L- M. 00 1 " Chrizti Blut und Gtrechligkeit. i Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress : Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Fully through these absolved I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame : Thy blood washed out the crimson stains, And white as snow my soul remains. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then, this shall be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived, hath died for me." 4 This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years : No age can change its constant hue ; Thy blood preserves it ever new. 5 O let the dead now hear Thy voice ; Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice : Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness. Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf (1700 — 1760), 1739. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1740. Ab. and si. alt OOP 7.61. 00 hi " Rock of Ages." i 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. 240 ROCK OF AGP:S. 2 Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-lids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, Rock of ages, cleft for rne, Let me hide myself in Thee. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1776. SI. alt. OOO 7.61. WWW "He hath borne our Griefs." — Is. liii. 4, 5, 12. i Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; Weeping soul, no longer mourn : View Him bleeding on the tree : Pouring out His life for thee : There thy every sin He bore ; Weeping soul, lament no more. 2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes On th' atoning sacrifice : There th' incarnate Deity Numbered with transgressors see ; There His Father's absence mourns, Nailed and bruised, and crowned with thorns. FOUNTAIN OPENED. 24 1 Cast Thy guilty soul on Him, Find Him mighty to redeem ; At His feet thy burden lay. Look thy doubts and cares away ; Now by faith the Son embrace. Plead His promise, trust His grace. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady, 1759, 1770. Ab. JJT ''A Fountain opened." — Zech. xiii. 1. i There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, || : Lose all their guilt)* stains. :|| 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, ||: Washed all my sins away. :|| 3 Dear dying Lamb, Th}- precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God || : Be saved, to sin no more. :|| 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, || : And shall be till I die. :|| 5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, |): I'll sing Thy power to save. :|| William (Jowper (1731 — iSooj, 1779 Ab. and alt 242 PROPHET, PRIEST, AND KING. OQC H. M. WWW "Lord, to -whom shall we go ?" — John vi. 68. i I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansed be In Thy once opened fount. I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee; The burden is too great for me. 2 My heart to Thee I bring, The heart I cannot read — A faithless, wandering thing, An evil heart indeed. I bring it, Saviour, now to Thee, That fixed and faithful it may be. 3 My life I bring to Thee, I would not be my own ; O Saviour, let me be Thine ever, Thine alone. My heart, my life, my all I bring To Thee, my Saviour and my King! Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836 — 1879), OOC H. M. JjQ Prophet, Priest, and King. i 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 my 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. FROPHEf, PRIEST, AND KING. 243 3 Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died ; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside : His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 My dear 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab, OOH H- M. 00 / "Wounded for our Transgressions." — Is. liii. 5. i Thy works, not mine, O Christ, Speak gladness to this heart ; They tell me all is done ; They bid my fear depart : To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 2 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, Can heal my bruised soul ; Thy stripes, not mine, contain The balm that makes me whole : To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 3 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awful load Of sins that none in Heaven Or earth could bear but God : To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? 244 OUR REFUGE AND REST. 4 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, Has paid the ransom due ; Ten thousand deaths like mine Would have been all too few : To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1857. Ab. OOO C. P. M. WWW The Prayer 0/ Faith. i O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee ? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, And suffered once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And His availing blood : Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be, Thy merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, The Spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send ; By Him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, "Thy Maker is thy Friend." Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1759. Ab. OQQ C M. D. www The Voice from Galilee. — John i. 16. i I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast." I came to Jesus as I was, OUR SURETY. 245 Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And. He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, 11 Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.1' I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And ill that Light of Life I'll walk Till all my journey's done. 340 Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1857. SI. alt H. M. Behold the Man. Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears ; Before the throne my Surety stands, :|| My name is written on His hands. 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. 246 OUR LORD AND LIGHT. 3 Five bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me : — || : Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, :|| Nor let that ransom' d sinner die. 4 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. 5 My God is 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. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 — 1788), 1742. S. M. Sweet Subjection . 341 1 Dear Lord and Master mine, Thy happy servant see : My Conqueror, with what joy divine Thy captive clings to Thee. 2 I would not walk alone, But still with Thee, my God ; At every step my blindness own, And ask of Thee the road. 3 The weakness I enjoy That casts me on Thy breast ; The conflicts that Thy strength employ Make me divinely blest. ALL IN ALL. 247 Dear Lord and Master mine, Still keep Thy servant true ; My Guardian and my Guide divine, Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. Thomas Hornblower Gill (,1819 — ), 1859. Ab. 342 ' Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit." — Ps. v. 3. i Jesus, Sun of righteousness, Brightest beam of love divine, With the early morning rays, Do Thou on our darkness shine, And dispel, with purest light, All our long and gloomy night. 2 Like the sun's reviving ray, May Thy love, with tender glow, All our coldness melt away, Warm and cheer us, forth to go ; Gladly serve Thee and obey, All our life's short earthly day. 3 Thou, our only Hope and Guide, Never leave us nor forsake ; Keep us ever at Thy side, Till th' eternal morning break ; Moving on to Zion's hill, Onward, upward, homeward still. Knorr von Rosenroth (1636— 1688), 1664. Tr. by Miss Jane Borthvvick (1825 — ), 1862. Ab. and alt. *AO C. M. JTw "Majestic Szveetness." i 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 ; 248 AI,!, IN A 1,1,. Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief ; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, He saves 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 joy 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. Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727 — 1795), 1787. OAA C. M. Jli Singing for Joy. i I'vK found the pearl of greatest price, My heart doth sing for joy ; And sing I must ; for Christ is mine, Christ shall my song employ. 2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; A Prophet full of light, My great High-Priest before the throne, My King of heavenly might. 3 For He indeed is Lord of lords, And He the King of kings ; He is the Sun of righteousness, With healing in His wings. MERCY IMPLORED. 249 Christ is my Peace ; He died for me, For me He gave His blood ; And as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered Himself to God. Christ Jesus is my All in all, My Comfort and my Love, My Life below, and He shall be My Joy and Crown above. Rev. John Mason ( — 1694J, 1683. Ab. and alt. 345 8. 7. Prayer for Sight. — Mark x. 47, 48. i "Mercy, O Thou Son of David," Thus blind Bartimeus prayed ; "Others by Thy word are saved, Now to me afford Thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he called the louder still ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him "Come, and ask Me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live ; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but He could give. 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let mine eyes behold the day ! " Straight he saw and, won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. 5 O methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around, Friends, is not my case amazing ? What a Saviour I have found ! 250 MERCY IMPLORED. 6 "O that all the blind but knew Him, And would be advised by me, Surely they would hasten to Him, He would cause them all to see." Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), J779 OA£ . s. 7. J XU "He received his sight." — Mark x. 51, 52. i Lord, I know Thy grace is nigh me, Though Thyself I cannot see ; Jesus, Master, pass not by me ; Son of David, pity me. 2 While I sit in weary blindess, Longing for the blessed light, Many taste Thy loving-kindness ; " Lord, I would receive my sight." 3 I would see Thee and adore Thee, And Thy word the power can give ; Hear the sightless soul implore Thee : Let me see Thy face and live. 4 Ah, what touch is this that thrills me? What this burst of strange delight ? Lo, the rapturous vision fills me ! This is Jesus ! this is sight ! 5 Room, ye saints that throng behind Him ! Let me follow in the way ; I will teach the blind to find Him Who can turn their night to day. Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse (1822 — ), 1869 3 ±7 " Open, Lord', and let me in." i At the door of mercy sighing With the burden of my sin, Day and night my soul is crying, "Open, Lord, and let me in." SIX FORGIVEN. 251 Waiting 'mid the darkness dreary, Stretching out my hands to Thee, In the refuge for the weary Is there not a place for me ? Hark, what sounds my ear receiveth, Sweet as songs of seraphim ! He that in the Lord believeth Life eternal hath in Him. At the outer door why staying ? Nothing, soul, hast thou to pay : Christ in love to thee is saying, "Weary child, come in to-day." Thomas MacKellar (1812— ), 1872 348 S. M. " I bless the Christ of God." i I BLESS the Christ of God ; I rest on love divine ; And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine. 2 His cross dispels each doubt ; I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom. 3 I praise the God of grace ; I trust His truth and might ; He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my Joy, my Light. 4 'Tis He who saveth me, And freely pardon gives ; I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives. 252 GRACE MAGNIFIED. 5 My life with Him is hid, My death has passed away, My clouds have melted into light, My midnight into day. Rev. Horatius Bonar (180S— ), 1863.' Ab Q4.Q s M *J±\J Christ our Righteousness. — 1 Cor. i. 30. i How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ, with His reviving light, Over our souls arise ! 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven ; But, in His righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways : His hands infected nature cure, With sanctifying grace. 4 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain ; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 5 Lord, we adore Thy ways To bring us near to God Thy sovereign power,Thy healing grace, And Thine atoning blood. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709 OPfi 8.7. D. Q\J\J Grateful Recollection. 1 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace ; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise . GRACE MAGNIFIED. 253 Teach me some melodious sonnet. Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it, . Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home : Jesus sought me, when a stranger. Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. 3 O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be ; Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Sehna, Countess of Huntingdon (1707 — 1 79 1 ; , 1749. 351 8.7,7.7. 1 I will love Thee, all my Treasure ; I will love Thee, all my Strength ; I will love Thee without measure, And will love Thee right at length : I will love Thee, Light divine. Till I die and find Thee mine. 2 I will praise Thee, Sun of glory, For Thy beams have gladness brought; I will praise Thee, will adore Thee. For the light I vainly sought ; 254 GRACE MAGNIFIED. Praise Thee that Thy words so blest Spake my sin-siek soul to rest. 3 I will love in joy or sorrow, Crowning joy ! will love Thee well ; I will love to-day, to-morrow, While I in this body dwell : I will love Thee, Light divine, Till I die, and find Thee mine. Johann Angelus Silesius (1624 — 1677), J6s7 Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1825 — ), 1854. Ab. 352 S. M. Saving Grace." — Eph. 353 Grace, 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to mine ear ; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man, And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days ; It lays in Heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755. S M. The Song of Moses and the Lamb " — Rev xv. 3. i Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's Name. GRACE MAGNIFIED. 255 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' eternal King. 5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, ' ' Ye blessed children, come ; ' ' Soon will He call you hence away, And take His wanderers home. 6 There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim. And sweeter voices swell the song Of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. William Hammond ( — 1783 i, 1743. Ab. and alt. Rev Martin Madan 11 726 — 17901, 1760. First 3 vs L. M. " The Living- Kindness 0/ the Lord." — Is. lxiii. 7. Awake, my soul, in joyful lays. And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, is so free, Loving-kindness, loving-kindness, His loving-kindness, is so free. He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all, And saved me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness is so great. His loving-kindness, &c. 354 256 GRACE MAGNIFIED. 3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, Where earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness is so strong. His loving-kindness, &c. 4 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, And life and mortal powers shall fail, O may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. His loving-kindness, &c. 5 Then shall I mount, and soar away To the bright world of endless day ; There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. His loving-kindness, &c. Rev. Samuel Medley (1738 — 1799), 1787. Al jJJ The new Joy. i Trembling before Thine awful throne, O Lord, in dust my sins I own ; Justice and mercy for my life Contend ; O smile, and heal the strife. 2 The Saviour smiles ; upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; His voice proclaims my pardon found, Seraphic transport wings the sound. 3 Earth has a joy unknown to Heaven, The new-born peace of sins forgiven ; Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels, never dimmed your sight. 4 Ye saw of old, on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies ; Ye know where morn exulting springs, And evening folds her drooping wings. GRACE MAGNIFIED. 257 5 Bright heralds of the Eternal Will, Abroad His errands ye fulfil : Or, throned in floods of beamy day, .Symphonious in His presence play. 6 L,oud is the song, the heavenly plain Is shaken with the choral strain ; And dying echoes, floating far, Draw music from each chiming star. 7 But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge shall be mine ; Ye on your harps must learn to hear A secret chord that mine will bear. Abraham Lucas Hillhousc (1792 — 1859), 1822, OW 8.7.4. 000 "Bless the Lord, O my Soul."— Ps. ciii 1 Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven ; To His feet thy tribute bring, Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore His praises sing : Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Praise the everlasting King. 2 Praise Him for His grace and favor To our fathers in distress ; Praise Him still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless : Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Glorious in His faithfulness. 3 Father-like, He tends and spares us, Well our feeble frame He knows ; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes : Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Praise with us the God of grace. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793—18471, 1834. Ab and alt. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Haker (1821 — l&T&rJp&1- 258 TRUSTING IN CHRIST. orn 7. D. J J j "7(7 //jy^ is Christ, and to die is Gain." — Phil i 21 i Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, Christ, the Spring of all my joy, Still in Thee may I be found. Still for Thee my powers employ. Fountain of o'erfl owing grace, Freely from Thy fulness give ; Till I close my earthly race, May I prove it, "Christ to live." 2 When I touch the blessed shore, Back the closing waves shall roll : Death's dark stream shall never more Part from Thee my ravished soul. Thus, O thus, an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky ; Having known it, "Christ to live," Let me know it, "Gain to die." 3 Gain, to part from all my grief; Gain, to bid my sins farewell ; Gain, of all my gains the chief, Ever with the Lord to dwell : This Thy people's portion, Lord, Peace on earth, and bliss on high ; This their ever-sure reward, "Christ to live, and gain to die." Rev. Ralph Wardlaw (1779—1853), 1817 358 "Only Thee." 1 Blessed Saviour, Thee I love, All my other joys above ; All my hopes in Thee abide, Thou my Hope, and naught beside; Ever let my glory be, Only, only, only Thee. TRUSTING IN CHRIST. 259 2 Once again beside the cross. All my gain I count but loss ; Earthly pleasures fade away ; Clouds they are that hide my clay : Hence, vain shadows, let me see Jesus, crucified for me. 3 From beneath that thorny crown Trickle drops of cleansing down ; Pardon from Thy pierced hand Now I take, while here I stand ; Only then I live to Thee, When Thy wounded side I see. 4 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I, Thine to live, and Thine to die ; Height or depth, or earthly power, Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more : Ever shall my glory be, Only, only, only Thee. Rev. George Duffield (181S— ), 1859. OwW Happy Trust. i Saviour, happy would I be, If I could but trust in Thee ; Trust Thy wisdom me to guide ; Trust Thy goodness to provide ; Trust Thy saving love and power ; Trust Thee every day and hour : 2 Trust Thee as the only light In the darkest hour of night ; Trust in sickness, trust in health ; Trust in poverty and wealth ; Trust in joy, and trust in grief; Trust Thy promise for relief: 2fX> TRUSTING IN CHRIST. 3 Trust Thy blood to cleanse my soul ; Trust Thy grace to make me whole ; Trust Thee living, dying, too ; Trust Thee all my journey through ; Trust Thee till my feet shall be Planted on the crystal sea. Rev. Edwin Henry Nevin (1814— ), 1858. 0£fi L. M. 61. VWv Wrestling Jacob. — Gen. xxxii. 24. i Come, 0 Thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee ; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2 I need not tell Thee who I am ? My sin and misery declare ; Thyself hast called me by my name ; Look on Thy hands, and read it there : But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ? Tell me Thy Name, and tell me now. 3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive ; Through faith I see Thee face to face, I see Thee face to face and live ; In vain I have not wept and strove, Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 4 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend ; Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, But stay and love me to the end : Thy mercies never shall remove, Thv Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1742. Ab. LOVE) TO CHRIST. 261 Q£1 C. M. JUl "Jesu, dulcis memoria." — Rev. xxii. 4. i Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter 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, O Saviour of mankind ! 3 O 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 ! 4 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, As Thou our Prize wilt be ; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091 — 115^), 1140. Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814— 1878), 1849 0£0 C. M. JQy " O Dcus, ego amo Tc." i My God, I love Thee : not because 1 hope for Heaven thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not Must die eternally. 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace ; For me didst bear the nails, and spear, And manifold disgrace ; 3 And griefs, and torments numberless, And sweat of agony ; Yea, death itself; and all for me Who was Thine enemy. 262 TvOVR TO CHRIST. 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love Thee well ? Not for the hope of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping hell. 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward ; But as Thyself hast loved me, 0 ever-loving Lord. 6 So would I love Thee, dearest L,ord, And in Thy praise will sing ; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Francis Xavier (1506— 1552), 15^2. Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814— 1878), 1849. SI. alt. 0£0 C. M. JIJJ " Thou knomest that I love Thee." — John xxi. 15. i Do not I love Thee, O my L,ord ? Behold my heart and see ; And turn each cursed idol out, That dares to rival Thee. 2 Do not I love Thee from my soul ? Then let me nothing love ; Dead be my heart to every joy, When Jesus cannot move. 3 Is not Thy Name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear? 4 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock 1 would disdain to feed? Hast Thou a foe before whose face I fear Thy cause to plead ? I.OVF, TO CHRIST. 263 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy Name, And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame? 6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1731), 1755. Ab. 3£A c M- JU i Christ precious. — 1 Pet. ii. 7. i Jesus, I love Thy charming Name, 'Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and Heaven should hear. 2 All my capacious powers can wish In Thee doth richly meet ; Not to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 4 I'll speak the honors of Thy Name With my last laboring breath ; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The Conqueror of death. Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1755. Ab. 0£r 8. 7. D. JUJ "I'm a Miracle of Grace." i Hail, my ever blessed Jesus ! Only Thee I wish to sing ; To my soul Thy Name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King : 264 T.OVE TO CHRIST. O, what mercy flows from Heaven, O, what joy and happiness ! Love I much, I've much forgiven ; I'm a miracle of grace. 2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay, Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Saviour passed that way. Witness, all ye host of Heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness. Love I much, I've much forgiven ; I'm a miracle of grace I 3 Shout, ye bright, angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthroned above, While, astonished, I admire God's free grace and boundless love. That blest moment I received Him Filled my soul with joy and peace. Love I much, I've much forgiven ; I'm a miracle of grace. John Wingrove, 1806 3CC 8- 7 D- JljlJ Praise for pardoning Grace. i Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows. Help, O God, my weak endeavor, This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray ; I to I'hee." i My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine : Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly Thine. 2 May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee, Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire. 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. 4. When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll ; Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; O, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul. Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1830 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. "%'sus, my Lord!" i Jesus, Thy Name I love, All other names above, 276 I,OVE TO CHRIST. Jesus, my Lord ! 0 Thou art all to me ; Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from Thee, Jesus, my Lord ! 2 When unto Thee I flee, Thou wilt my Refuge be, Jesus, my Lord ! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord ! 3 Soon Thou wilt come again : 1 shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord ! Then Thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee, Jesus, my Lord ! James George Deck (1802 — ), 1837. Ab. QQQ c- M- D- 00 w Safety and Rest in Christ. i O Lord, how happy is the time When in Thy love I rest ; When in my weariness I climb E'en to Thy tender breast. The night of sorrow endeth there : Thou'rt brighter than the sun ; And in Thy pardon, and Thy care, The Heaven of Heaven is won. 2 Let this world call itself my foe, Or let the world allure : I care not for the world ; I go To this dear Friend and sure ; I.OVE TO CHRIST. 277 And when life's fiercest storms are sent Upon life's wildest sea, My little bark is confident, Because it holds by Thee. 3 When Thy law threatens endless death Upon the awful hill, Straightway from its consuming breath My soul goes higher still ; Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain, And maketh Him her home, Whence she will not go out again, And where death cannot come. 4 Thou art my Rest : on Thee I lean ; Thou mak'st my heart to sing, And to Thy heavenly pastures green All Thy dear flock dost bring. That is not losing much of life Which is not losing Thee, Who art as present in the strife As in the victory. Wolfgang Christopher Deszler (1660 — 1722), 1692. Tr. hy George Mac Donald (1824 — ), 1874. Ab. and si. alt. 38 a ' ' The Crucified ' ' i Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so ? What the high reward I win ? Whose the name I glory in ? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 2 What is faith's foundation strong? What awakes my lips to song? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 278 LOVE TO CHRIST. 3 Who defeats my fiercest foes? Who consoles my saddest woes ? Who revives my fainting heart, Healing all its hidden smart? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 4 Who is Life in life to me? Who the Death of death will be? Who will place me on His right With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 5 This is that great thing I know ; This delights and stirs me so : Faith in Him who died to save, Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monsell (1811— 1875), 1863. QQE c p- M- 003 "Love Divine." i O Love divine, how sweet Thou art I When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by Thee ? I thirst, and faint, and die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me. 2 God only knows the love of God ; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor, stony heart ! For love I sigh, for love I pine This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part. 3 O that I could forever sit With Mary at the Master's feet ! Be this my happy choice, CHRIST PRAISED. 279 My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1749. Ab. 300 " The Matchless it ariA/'—Ps. lxvi. 2. i O 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. 2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin. and wrath divine; I'd sing His glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 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, 1 would to everlasting days Make all His glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face ; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in His grace. Rev. Samuel Medley (1738 — 1799), 1789. Ab. OQ7 7. D ^U I The Pilgrim welcomed. i Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate : 280 PILGRIMAGE. There, till mercy lets thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Knock, He knows the sinner's cry ; Weep, He loves the mourner's tears ; Watch, for saving grace is nigh ; Wait, till heavenly light appears. 2 Hark, it is the Bridegroom's voice : "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest !" Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and sealed, and bought and blest : Safe, from all the lures of vice ; Sealed, by signs the chosen know ; Bought by love, and life the price ; Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee In a world like this remain ? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain ; Fear, the hope of Heaven shall fly ; Shame, from glory's view retire ; Doubt, in certain rapture die ; Pain, in endless bliss expire. Rev. George Crabbe (1754 — 1832), 1807. Ab. 7. D. Numbered luith God's Sons. 388 1 Blessed are the sons of God, They are bought with Jesus' blood They are ransomed from the grave, Life eternal they shall have : With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity. With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity. PILGRIMAGE, 2 Gird thy heavenly armor on, Wear it ever, night and day ; Ambushed lies the evil one : Watch and pray. I Hear the victors who o'ercame ; Still the}' mark each warrior's way ; All with warning voice exclaim : Watch and pray. . Watch, as if on that alone Hung the issue of the day ; Pray that help may be sent down : Watch and pray. Bp. William Walsham How 11823 — ), 1872. Ab. and alt M:~< Charlotte Elliott 11789 — 1871 , i8sg 429 7. 'He that overcovieth." — Rev. Soldiers, who are Christ's below Strong in faith resist the foe Boundless is the pledged reward: Unto them who serve the Lord. 3IO BATTLE AND VICTORY. 2 'Tis no palm of fading leaves That the conqueror's hand receivec ; Joys are his, serene and pure, Light, that ever shall endure. 3 For the souls that overcome, Waits the beauteous heavenly home, Where the Blessed evermore Tread, on high, the starry floor. 4 Passing soon, and little worth, Are the things that tempt on earth ; Heavenward lift thy soul's regard ; God Himself is thy Reward. 5 Father, Who the crown dost give, Saviour, by Whose death we live, Spirit, Who our hearts dost raise, Three in One, Thy Name we praise. Paris Breviary, 1736. Tr. by Rev. J H. Clark. TtwV " Quit you like Men." — 1 Cor. xri. 13. i Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb ? And shall I fear to own His cause, || : Or blush to speak His Name? :|| 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, || : And sailed through bloody seas? :|| 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 1 1 : To help me on to God ? : 1 1 BATTLE AND VICTORY. 3II 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reigu ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, || : Supported by Thy word. :|| 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die ; They view the triumph from afar, || : And seize it with their eye. :|| 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all Thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, ||: The glory shalf be Thine. :|| Rev. Isaac Watts i 1674 — 1748), 1720. AQ1 c M iJl Pressing on. — Phil. iii. 12 — 14. i Awake, my soul, stretch every* nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye : — 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' Shall blend in common dust. Tgems 312 BATTLE AND VICTORY. 5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, Have I my race begun ; And, crowned with viclory, at Thy feet I'll lay my honors down. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755. AfXO 7. 6. D. i>Jtel " Go forward, Christian Soldier." i Go forward, Christian soldier, Beneath His banner true : The Lord Himself, thy Leader, Shall all thy foes subdue. His love foretells thy trials, He knows thine hourly need ; He can, with bread of Heaven, Thy fainting spirit feed. 2 Go forward, Christian soldier, Fear not the secret foe ; Far more are o'er thee watching Than human eyes can know. Trust only Christ, thy Captain, Cease not to watch and pray ; Heed not the treacherous voices, That lure thy soul astray. 3 Go forward, Christian soldier, Nor dream of peaceful rest, . Till Satan's host is vanquished, And Heaven is all possest ; Till Christ Himself shall call thee To lay thine armor by, And wear, in endless glory, The crown of victory. 4 Go forward, Christian soldier, Fear not the gathering night ; BATTLE AND VICTORY. 313 The Lord has been thy shelter, The Lord will be thy light ; When morn His face revealeth, Thy dangers all are past ; O pray that faith and virtue May keep thee to the last. Rev. Lawrence Tuttiett (1825 — ), 1866- X w W Marching on . i Rejoice, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks and sing ; Your festal banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King. 2 Your clear hosannas raise, And alleluias loud ; While answering echoes upward float, Like wreaths of incense-cloud. 3 Still lift your standard high, Still march in firm array, As warriors through the darkness toil, Till dawns the golden day. 4 At last the march shall end, The wearied ones shall rest, The pilgrims find the Father's house, Jerusalem the blest. 5 Then on, ye pure in heart ; Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your festal banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King. Rev. Edward Hayes Plumptre (1821 — J, Ab. 314 BATTLE AND VICTORY. AOA 7. 6. D. TT W A^ "Stand up, stand up /or Jesus ! " i Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross ; Iyift high His royal banner, It must not suffer loss : From victory unto victory His army shall He lead, Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is L,ord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey ; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this His glorious day : "Ye that are men, now serve Him" Against unnumbered foes ; Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. 3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in His strength alone ; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own : Put on the gospel armor, Each piece put on with prayer ; Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. 4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The strife will not be long ; This day, the noise of battle, The next, the victor's song: To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be ; OUR FORTRKSS. 315 He with the King of Glory Shall reign eternally. Rev. George Duffieid (1818— ), 1858. Ab. 435 "A Mighty Fortress" i A mighty Fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing ; Our Helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe ; His craft and power are great, And armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. 2 Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing ; Were not the right man on our side, The man of God's own choosing. Dost ask who that may be ? Christ Jesus, it is He ; Lord Sabaoth is His Name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. 3 And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us ; We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us. The Prince of darkness grim, We tremble not for him ; His rage we can endure, For lo ! his doom is sure : One little word shall fell him. 316 BATTLE AND VICTORY. 4 That word above all earthly powers, No thanks to them, abide th ; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through Him who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also : The body they may kill ; God's truth abideth still, His Kingdom is for ever. ^ Rev. Martin Luther (1483 — 1546), T527. Tr. by Rev. Frederick Henry Hedge (1805— ), 1856? AOC P- M. ^±<^^" Praise Him, all ye People." — Ps. cxvii. 1. Rom. xv. ii. i Rejoice to-day with one accord, Sing out with exultation ; Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, Whose arm hath brought salvation ; His works of love proclaim The greatness of His Name ; For He is God alone, Who hath His mercy shown ; Let all His saints adore Him ! 2 When in distress to Him we cried, He heard our sad complaining ; Oh, trust in Him, whate'er betide, His love is all-sustaining ; Triumphant songs of praise To Him our hearts shall raise ; Now every voice shall say, ' ' O praise our God alway ; ' ' Let all His saints adore Him 3 Rejoice to-day with one accord, Sing out with exultation ; Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, BATT^lv AND VICTORY. 3 1 7 Whose arm hath brought salvation ; His works of love proclaim The greatness of His Name ; For He is God alone, Who hath His mercy shown ; Let all His saints adore Him ! Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821— 1877), 1S61. TrO I The good Soldier.— 2 Tim. ii. 3. i March, march onward, soldiers true ! Take through cloud and mist your way, Yonder flows the fount of life, Yonder dwells eternal day. March, though myriad foes are nigh, Forward till you reach the shore, Then, when all the strife is done, Rest in peace for evermore. 2 Hark, hark, loud the trumpet sounds! Wake, ye children of the light ; Time is past for sloth and sleep ; Wake, and arm you for the fight ! Spear and sword each warrior needs ; Foes are round you, friends are few ; Faint not, though the way be long ; Fainting, still your way pursue ! 3 See, see, yonder shines your home, Gates of pearl, and streets of gold, Joy, that heart hath never known, Bliss, that tongue hath never told. Victors then through Christ your Lord, Gathered round His glorious throne, Be it yours to sing His praise, Praise that He, your King, shall own. His Royal Highness, Prince Albert (1819 — 1861), Ab and sl. alt. 3l8 MARCHING TO VICTORY. A_OQ P- M. ±\JQ Marching to Victory. We march, we march to viclory, With the cross of the Lord before us, WTith His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us, His holy arm spread o'er us. i We come in the might of the Lord of light, A joyful host to meet Him ; And we put to flight the armies of night, || : That the sons of the day may greet Him. :|| We march, we march to victory, With the cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us, His holy arm spread o'er us. 2 And the choir of angels with song awaits Our march to the golden Zion ; For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, || : And burst the bars of iron. :|| We march, we march, &c. 3 Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us, With His eye of love looking down from above. || : And His holy arm spread o'er us. :|| We march, we march, &c. Rev. Gerard Moultrie (1839— ), 1867. Au. CHRIST AND HIS CROSS. 519 A*Q L. M. AwC? Not ashamed of Jesus. — Rom. i. 16. Heb. ii. 11. i Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star : He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend, On whom my hopes of Heaven depend! No, when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name. 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fear to quell, no soul to save. 5 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me. Rev. Joseph Grigg ( — 1768), 1765. Ab. and alt Rev. Benjamin Francis (1734 — 1799), 1787 A_A.r\ L M 1 lw " Take tip thy Cross." — Matt. xvi. 24. 1 Take up thy cross, the Saviour said, If thou wouldst My disciple be ; Deny thyself, the world forsake, And humbly follow after Me. 2 Take up thy cross ; let not its weight Fill thy weak spirit with alarm ; 320 CHRIST AND HIS CROSS. His strength shall bear thy spirit up, And brace th}' heart, and nerve thine arm. 3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame, Nor let thy foolish pride rebel : Thy Lord for thee the cross endured, To save thy soul from death and hell. 4 Take up thy cross, and follow Christ, Nor think till death to lay it down ; For only he who bears the cross May hope to wear the starry crown. Rev. Charles William Everest (1814— 1877), 1833. Ab. and alt. AAJ\ 8- 7. TT^fJi "In the Cross of Christ I glory. — Gal. vi. 14. i In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified ; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. CHRIST AND HIS CROSS. 321 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 'Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. Sir John Bowring (1792 — 1872), 1825. ^TTt M Hasting on . i Take, my soul, thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. 2 Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; What a Father's smile is thine ; What a Saviour died to win thee : Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine? 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer : Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. 4 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1824. Ab AA/X 8- 7 11 J " Follow Me." i Jesus calls us: o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Softly, clearly— "Follow Me." 2 Jesus calls us, from the evil In a world we cannot flee, 322 TAKING THE CROSS. From each idol that would keep us, Softly, clearly— "Follow Me," 3 Still in joy and still in sadness We discern our own decree ; Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, Softly, clearly — "Follow Me." 4 Thou dost call us ! may we ever To Thy call attentive be ; Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Rise, leave all, and follow Thee. Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander (1823 — ), 1858. Ab. and alt. AAA 8. 7. D. ill " Leaving all."— Mark x. 28. i Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee ; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou, henceforth, my all shalt be : Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, and hoped, and known; Yet how rich is my condition, God and Heaven are still my own ! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour, too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like man, untrue; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me. Show Thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ; Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ! In Thy service, pain is pleasure ; With Thy favor, loss is gain. GLORYING IN THE CROSS. 325 I have called Thee, Abba, Father ; I have stayed my heart on Thee : Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; 0 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1^^7), 1824. SI alt C. M. No Cross, no Crown. 445 1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free ? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. 2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went sorrowing here ! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. 3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free ; And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me. 4 O precious cross ! O glorious crown ! O resurrection day ! Ye angels, from the stars come down, And bear my soul away. Thomas Shephcr 1 ' 1665 — 1739), 1692. Vs. 1. Alt. Prof. George Xelson Allen (1812 — 1877), 1840. Vs 2, 3. Plymouth Collection, 1855. Vs. 4. 324 GLORYING IN THE CROSS. AAC C M- 1 lU Christ our Example. — John xiii. 15. i Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for Heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear ; Like Thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, Father, Thy will be done. 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to Heaven. Rev. John Hampden Gurney (1802 — 1862), 1838. Ab. C. M. ' am not ashamed." — 2 Tim. 447 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend His cause, Maintain the honor of His word, The glory of His cross. 2 Jesus, my God ! 1 know His Name, His Name is all my trust ; TRUSTING IN CHRIST. 325 Xor will He put my soul to shame. Nor let my hope be lost. Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour. Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father's face, And in the Xew Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. kev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1742), 1709 448 6. 4. D. Zo^epas TpiKV/xta?. i Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night, Oars labored heavily, Foam glimmered white, Trembled the mariners, Peril was high ; Then said the God of gods, ' ' Peace ! it is I ! " 2 Ridge of the mountain- wave, Lower thy crest ! Wail of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest ! Sorrow can never be, Darkness must fly, Where saith the Light of light, ' ' Peace ! it is I ! " 3 Jesus, Deliverer, Come Thou to me : Soothe Thou my voyaging Over life's sea ; 326 TRUSTING IN CHRIST. Thou, when the storm of death Roars, sweeping by, Whisper, Thou Truth of truth, " Peace ! it is I ! " Anatolius of Constantinople ( — 458). Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1862. Alt. 449 6. 4. D. Clinging to Christ. Cling to the mighty One, Cling in thy grief; Cling to the holy One, He gives relief; Cling to the gracious One, Cling in thy pain ; Cling to the faithful One, He will sustain. Cling to the living One, Cling in thy woe ; Cling to the loving One, Through all below ; Cling to the pardoning One, He speaketh peace ; Cling to the healing One, Anguish shall cease. Cling to the pierced One, Cling to His side ; Cling to the risen One, In Him abide ; Cling to the coining One, Hope shall arise ; Cling to the reigning One, Joy lights thine eyes. Henry Bennett (1813—1868), 1852. TRUSTING IN CHRIST. 32; yjTfl 7. D. "i"iJU " Jfsus, Lover 0/ nty Soul." i Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the billows nearer roll, While the tempest still is high ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is 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 Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall ! ' Lo, on Thee I cast my care. Reach me out Thy gracious hand ! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand Dying, and behold I live ! 4 Thou, O 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. Just and holy is Thy Name ; 1 am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 451 328 INDEBTEDNESS TO CHRIST. 5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art ; Freely let me take of Thee ; Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1740. SI. alt. 7. 61. The forgiven Debt. — Matt xviri. 32. i When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun ; When we stand with Christ in light, All our finished life in sight : Then, Lord, shall we fully know, Not till then, how much we owe. 2 When we stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not our own ; When we see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsmiling heart : Then, Lord, shall we fully know, Not till then, how much we owe. 3 When the praise of Heaven we hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters' noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice : Then, Lord, shall we fully know, Not till then, how much we owe. Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne (1813 — 1843), ^21- Ab. 452 7. D. " Was von aussen und von innen. i Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms ; Thou wilt send me help at length, TRUST IN CHRIST. 329 And I feel no wild alarms. Sin nor death can pierce the shield Thy defence has o'er me thrown ; Up to Thee myself I yield, And my sorrows are Thine own. 2 When my trials tarry long, Unto Thee I look and wait, Knowing none, though keen and strong, Can my trust in Thee abate. And this faith I long have nursed, Comes alone, O God, from Thee ; Thou my heart didst open first, Thou didst set this hope in me. 3 Mercy's wings o'er me outspread, Ever keep me close to Thee ; In the peace Thy love doth shed, Let me dwell eternally. Be my All ; in all I do, ' Let me only seek Thy will, Where the heart to Thee is true, All is peaceful, calm, and still. Rev. August Hermann Franke (1663— 1727), 1711, Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829— 1878), 1855. Ab.andsl alt. JTO 7. 6. D. TTWW " Shew forth His Salvation." — Ps. xcvi. 2. i To Thee, my God and Saviour, My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in Thy favor, Almighty, King of kings : I'll celebrate Thy glory, With all Thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of Thy redeeming love. 33° TRUST IN CHRIST. 2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast, My voice in supplication, Well pleased, Thou shalt hear : O grant me Thy salvation, And to my soul draw near. 3 By Thee through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted Up to their bright abode ; There cast my crown before Thee, Now all my conflicts o'er, And day and night adore Thee : What can an angel more ? Rev. Thomas Haweis (1732 — 1820), 1792. 454 7. 6. D. Rejoicing in God our Saviour. — Luke i. 47. To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour, My spirit turns for rest, My peace is in Thy favor. My pillow on Thy breast. Though all the world deceive me, I know that I am Thine ; And Thou wilt never leave me, O blessed Saviour mine. O Thou, whose mercy found me, From bondage set me free ; And then for ever bound me WTith threefold cords to Thee : O for a heart to love Thee DELIVERANCE. 33I More truly as I ought, And nothing place above Thee In deed, or word, or thought. Rev John Samuel Bewley Moncell (1811— 1S75), 1863. Ab. i^y Safety in God. — Ps. xxxiv. i Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance He affords to all Who on His succor trust. 4 Fear Him, 3'e saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear ; Make you His service 3-our delight, Your wants shall be His care. Tate and Brady, 1696. Ab. 456 " Verzage nicht, du Haufiein klein." Fear not, O little flock, the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow, Dread not his rage and power ; What though your courage sometimes faints, His seeming triumph o'er God's saints Lasts but a little hour. 332 CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 2 Be of good cheer ; your cause belongs To Him who can avenge your wrongs ; Leave it to Him, our Lord. Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, Salvation shall for you arise : He girdeth on His sword ! 3 As true as God's own Word is true, Not earth nor hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail. A jest and byword are they grown : God is with us ; we are His own ; Our victory cannot fail. 4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ! Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare ; Fight for us once again ! So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to Thy praise, World without end. Amen. Gustavus Adolphus (1594 — 1632), 1631. In prose. Rev. Jacob Fabricius (1593 — 1654), 1631. In verse. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829—1878), 1855. Alt. AK7 c- p- M- TtW 1 Casting our Care on God.—x Pet. v. 7. i O Lord, how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best. 2 How far from this our daily life, How oft disturbed by anxious strife, By sudden wild alarms ; O could we but relinquish all Our earthly props, and simply fall On Thine almighty arms ! supplication. 333 3 Could we but kneel and east our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer ; Sure that the Father, who is nigh To still the famished raven's cry, Will hear in that we fear. 4 We cannot trust Him as we should ; So chafes weak nature's restless mood To cast its peace away ; But birds and flowerets round us preach, All, all the present evil teach Sufficient for the day. 5 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers ; Make them from self to cease, Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace. Prof. Joseph Anstiee (1808— 1836), 1836. Aro 7- D A 30 " Hear our solemn Litany." i Saviour, when in dust to Thee, Low we bow th' adoring knee ; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all Thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany ! 2 By Thy helpless infant years ; By Thy life of want and tears ; By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness ; 334 SAFETY AND BEESSEDNESS OF BELIEVERS. By the dread, mysterious hour Of th' insulting tempter's power; Turn, O turn a pitying eye, Hear our solemn Litany ! 3 By Thine hour of dire despair ; By Thine agony of prayer ; By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn ; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice; Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany ! 4 By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the sad sepulchral stone ; By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God ; O, from earth to Heaven restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany ! Sir Robert Grant (1788—1838), 1815. Ab. and si alt. ACQ L M Ty^J " Blessed are they that mourn." — Matt. v. 4. i O deem not they are blest alone, Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power, who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years. SAFETY AND BLESSEDNESS OF BELIEVERS. 335 3 There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; nd grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again. 5 Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gift; deny ; hough, with a pierced and broken heart, And spurned of men, he goes to die. 6 For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear, And Heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here. William Cullen Bryant (1794— 1878), 1824. ^IQ U God our Refuge— -Ps. xlvi . i 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. 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, Thy holy Word, Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 336 god's kingdom and care. 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. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1719. Alt AC1 L M TTOI " The Lord reignet/i.'—Ps. xcvii. i The Lord is King : lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye Heavens, rejoice ; From world to world the joy shall ring, The Lord Omnipotent is King. 2 The Lord is King : who then shall dare Resist His will, distrust His care, Or murmur at His wise decrees, Or doubt His royal promises ? 3 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. 4 O, when His wisdom can mistake, His might decay, His love forsake, Then may His children cease to sing, The Lord Omnipotent is King. Josiah Conder (1789 — 1855), 1824. Ab. AC9 LM TTUtJ Divine Protection. — Ps. cxxi. i Hk lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood ; The Heavens with all their hosts He made, And the dark regions of the dead. CALMNESS. 337 2 He guides our feet, He guards our way ; His morning smiles bless all the day ; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 3 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest ; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. 4 On thee foul spirits have no power ; And, in thy last departing hour, Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. ACQ c- M- T"W W "A calm, a thankful Heart." i Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise : — 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From ever}' murmur free ; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. Miss Anne Steele (1717 — 1778), 1760. Ah 464 "Sweet Will of God." i I worship Thee, sweet Will of God, And all Thy ways adore ; And every day I live, I seem To love Thee more and more. 338 CALMNESS. 2 I love to kiss each print where Thou Hast set Thine unseen feet : I cannot fear Thee, blessed Will, Thine empire is so sweet. 3 I have no cares, O blessed Will, For all my cares are Thine ; I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 4 He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost ; God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. 5 111 that He blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill ; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His sweet will. Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814— 1863), 1849. Ab C M. The inner Calm. 465 1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, Soft resting on Thy breast ; Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, And bid my spirit rest. 2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; Let Thine outstretched wing Be like the shade of Klim's palm, Beside her desert spring. 3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet ; Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street ; 4 Cairn in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my hour of pain ; CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 339 Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain ; 5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Like Him who bore my shame, Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting Who hate Thy holy Name, [throng Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808 — ), 1857. Ab. ^fljlj The Mysteries of Providence. i 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, He treasures up His bright 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 In blessings on your head. 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 w7ill 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 own intrepreter, And He will make it plain. William Cowper (1731—1800). 1770. 34° CONFIDENCE IN GOD. TfO i Happiness only in God. — Ps. lxxiii. 25. i My God, my Portion, and my Love. My everlasting All, I've none but Thee in Heaven above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, Without Thy graces and Thyself, I were a wretch undone. 3 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of Thy face, And I desire no more. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1709. Ab. ACQ 8 7 ±"QO Never-failing Goodness. 1 The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never ; I nothing lack if I am His, And He is mine for ever. 2 Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And, where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth. 3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. 4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 341 5 And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never ; Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house for ever. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821— 1877), 1868. Ab. ACQ c M- 61- TUw "My Times are in Thy Hand." — Ps. xxxi. 15. i Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me ; The changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see : I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. 2 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know : I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. 3 I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, A mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at Thy side ; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. 4 In service which Thy will appoints There are no bonds for me ; My inmost heart is taught the truth That makes Thy children free : A life of self-renouncing love Is one of liberty. Miss Anna L.aetitia Waring 1820 — ), 1S5 j AL and alt. 342 REJOICING IN GOD AND CHRIST. A_nr\ C. M.D. *I / U Habitual Devotion. i While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 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. 2 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see : Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 3 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The lowering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on Thee. Miss Helen Maria Williams (1762—1827), 1786. Am 7. e. p. T l X " 1 ivill/ear no Evil." — Ps. xxiii. 4. i In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear ; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, 472 REJOICING IN GOD AND CHRIST. 343 My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed ? :|| Wherever He ma}- guide me, Xo want shall turn me back ; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. :|| Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen ; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free, My Saviour has my treasure, And He will walk with me. :|| Miss Anna Leetitia Waring (1820 — ), 1850. SI. alt 7.6. D. " O yesu, meine Sonne." i I kxow no life divided, O Lord of life, from Thee ; In Thee is life provided For all mankind and me : I know no death, O Jesus, Because I live in Thee ; I : Thy death it is which frees us From death eternally. :|| 2 I fear no tribulation, Since, whatsoe'er it be, It makes no separation Between mv Lord and me. 344 FEARING NO EVIL. If Thou, my God and Teacher. Vouchsafe to be my own, || : Though poor, I shall be richer Than monarch on his throne. :|| 3 If, while on earth I wander, My heart is light and blest, Ah, what shall I be yonder In perfecl peace and rest? O blessed thought in dying, We go to meet the Lord, || : Where there shall be no sighing, A kingdom our reward. :|| Rev. Carl Johann Philipp Spitta (1801 — 1859), 1833. Tr. by Richard Massie, i860. Ah. 473 L. M. Restoring and preserving Grace. — Ps. cxxxviii. i To God I cried when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes ; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffused through all my soul . 2 The God of Heaven maintains His state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ; But from His throne descends to see The sons of humble poverty. 3 Amid a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by Thy hand ; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith, alive. 4 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. FEARING NO F.VIT.. 345 AHA L. M. T/T Storm and Rescue. i The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; Out of the depths 'to Thee I call, My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 0 Lord, the pilot's part perform. And guard and guide me through the storm ; Defend me from each threatening ill, Control the waves, say, ' ' Peace, be still ! ' ' 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea My soul still hangs her hope on Thee ; Thy constant love, Thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek : Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shattered bark again. William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1779. Ab. 475 ' 1 will fear no Evil." — Ps. xxiii. 4. i The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know ; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest ; He leadeth mv soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. 346 FEARING NO EVII,. 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 ; O what shall I ask of Thy providence more ? 4 L,et 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. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1822. Tt / 0 " Faint, yet pu r suing. ' ' i Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ; The I^ord is our Reader, His Word is our stay ; Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near, trust. 347 The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear? 2 He raise th the fallen, He cheereth the faint ; The weak and oppressed, He will hear their complaint ; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter ? our help is in God. 3 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our Light ; Though storms rage around us, our God is our Might ; So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come ; The Lord is our Leader, and Heaven is our home. Rev. John Nelson Darby (1800— 1882), 1858. Ab. Ann s- M- Mil The Lord our Shepherd. — Ps. xxiii. i 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. 348 NEARER TO GOD. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear ; [dark shade, Though I should walk through death's My Shepherd's with me there. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. Ann s. m. jT I O Casting Care on God. — 1 Pet. v. 7. i Where wilt thou put thy trust? In a frail form of clay, That to its element of dust Must soon resolve away ? 2 Where wilt thou cast thy care ? Upon an erring heart, Which hath its own sore ills to bear, And shrinks from sorrow's dart? 3 No, place thy trust above This shadowy realm of night, In Him, whose boundless power and love Thy confidence invite. 4 His mercies still endure When skies and stars grow dim, His changeless promise standeth sure ; Go, cast thy care on Him. Mrs. Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney (1791 — 1865), 1815. Ab. yl_l7Q C. M. T" / jj Light in Darkness. i My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Life of my delights, The Glory of my brightest days, And Comfort of my nights : 2 In darkest shades, if He appear, My dawning is begun ; He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, And He my rising Sun. NEARER TO GOD. 349 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows His heart is mine, And whispers, I am His. My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, T' embrace my dearest Lord. Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror through. Rev. Isaac Watts, 17C9. 480 '/ 6. 4. 6. 4. 6. 6. 4. irer, my God, to Thee." — Gen. xxviii. 10- Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee : E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, || : Nearer, my God, to Thee, :|| Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be || : Nearer, my God, to Thee, :|| Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto Heaven ; All that Thou sendest me, In mercv given ■ 350 LOVE TO CHRIST. Angels to beckon me || : Nearer, my God, to Thee, :|| Nearer to Thee. 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to.be || : Nearer, my God, to Thee, :|| Nearer to Thee. 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be, || : Nearer, my God, to Thee, :|| 481 Nearer to Thee. Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams (1805— 1848), 1840. 6. 4. 6. 4. 6. 6. 4. " More Love to Thee!" — John xxi. 17. Mork love to Thee, O Christ, More love to Thee ! Hear Thou the prayer I make On bended knee ; This is my earnest plea, More love, O Christ, to Thee, || : More love to Thee ! :|| Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest ; Now Thee alone I seek, Give what is best : This all my prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to Thee, II: More love to Thee! :|| GOD OUR STRENGTH. 35 1 3 Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain ; Sweet are Thy messengers, Sweet their refrain, When they can sing with me, More love, O Christ, to Thee, || : More love to Thee ! :|| 4 Then shall my latest breath Whisper Thy praise ; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise, This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to Thee, || : More love to Thee ! :|| Mrs. Elizabeth Payson Prentiss (1819 — 1878), 1869. AQO c- M A O w The refining Fire 0/ the Holy Spirit. i Jesus, Thine all-vi6torious love Shed in m}T heart abroad : Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God. 2 O that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow ; Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow. 3 O that it now from Heaven might fall, And all my sins consume : Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call ; Spirit of burning, come. 4 Refining Fire, go through my heart ; Illuminate my soul ; Scatter Thy life through every part, And sanclify the whole. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 — 1788), 1740. Ab. and alt 352 GOD OUR STRENGTH. AQO C. M. TOJ Preservation by Day and Night . — Ps. cxxi. i To Heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid ; The Lord, that built the earth and skies, Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their feet shall never slide nor fall, Whom He designs to keep ; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep. 3 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, Thy Keeper is the Lord : His wakeful eyes employ His power For thine eternal guard. 4 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have His leave to smite ; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. 5 He guards thy soul, He keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come ; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. AQA C. M. T"0* God our Portion here and hereafter . — Ps. lxxiii. 23 — 28. i Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness ; Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat, To dwell before Thy face. 2 Were I in Heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me ; And while this earth is my abode, I long for none but Thee. SUBMISSION AND SAFETY. 353 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal Rock, The Strength of every saint. But to draw near to Thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ : My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. 4.QC C M. A Ow "Make me a cican Heart." — Ps. li. 10 i O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free ; A heart that always feels Thy blood So freely shed for me. 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart. Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within. 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine : Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy. Lord, of Thine. 5 Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write Thy new Name upon my heart, Thy new, best Name of Love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1706— 178S 174s Ah and si. alt 354 RETURNING TO GOD. "iOO The Heavenly Shepherd. — Ps. xxiii. i To Thy pastures fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd, lead Thy charge, And my couch, with tenderest care, Mid the springing grass prepare. 2 When I faint with summer's heat Thou shalt guide my weary feet To the streams that, still and slow, Through the verdant meadows flow. 3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, By the shades of death o'erspread, With Thy rod and staff supplied, This my guard, and that my guide. 4 Constant to my latest end, Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome Yield me an eternal home. Rev. James Merrick (1720 — 1769), 1765. Ab. and alt. ATSFJ C. M. iO I "A closer IValk." — Gen. v. 24. 1 John ii. 6. i O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest : I hate the sins that made Thee mourn. And drove Thee from my breast. 3 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be ; Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. RETURNING TO GOD. 355 4 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1779. Ab. iOO "Let us return."— Hos. vi. 1-4. i Long hath the night of sorrow reigned ; The dawn shall bring us light : God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in His sight. 2 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice. 3 As dew upon the tender herb, Diffusing fragrance round ; As showers that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground ; 4 So shall His presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light ; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night. Rev. John Morrison (1749 — 1798), 1781. Ab. ~tUy Panting for God.—Ps. xlii. i As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, O Lord, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. 2 For Thee, the Lord, the living Lord, My thirsty soul doth pine : O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty Divine ? 356 TRUST IN GOD. 3 I sigh to think of happier days, When Thou, O Lord, wast nigh ; When every heart was tuned to praise, And none so blest as I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and thou shalt sing His praise again, and find Him still Thy health's eternal Spring. Tate and Brady, 1696. Alt. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), l834- AQA c M- TTwU Constant Trust in God. i Father of Love, our Guide and Friend, O lead us gently on, Until life's trial-time shall end, And heavenly peace be won. 2 We know not what the path may be As yet by us untrod ; But we can trust our all to Thee, Our Father, and our God. 3 If called, like Abr'am's child, to climb The hill of sacrifice, Some angel may be there in time ; Deliverance shall arise : 4 Or, if some darker lot be good, O teach us to endure The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That makes the spirit pure. 5 Christ by no flowery pathway came ; And we, His followers here, Must do Thy will and praise Thy Name, In hope, and love, and fear. WAITING ON GOD. 357 6 And, till in Heaven we sinless bow, And faultless anthems raise, O Father, Son, and Spirit, now Accept our feeble praise. Rev. William Josiah Irons (1812 — 1883), 1853. T" *J i, The gentle Shepherd. i There is a little lonely fold, Whose flock one Shepherd keeps. Through summer's heat and winter's cold, With eye that never sleeps. 2 By evil beast, or burning sky, Or damp of midnight air, Not one in all that flock shall die Beneath that Shepherd's care. 3 For if, unheeding or beguiled, In danger's path they roam, His pity follows through the wild. And guards them safely home. 4 O gentle Shepherd, still behold Thy helpless charge in me ; And take a wanderer to Thy fold, That, trembling, turns to Thee. Mrs. Mina Grace Saffery (1773—1858), 1854. TW Z " Out of the Depths."— Ps. cxxx. 1 Out of the depths of woe, To Thee, O Lord, I cry ; Darkness surrounds me, but I know That Thou art ever nigh. 2 Humbly I wait on Thee, Confessing all my sin ; Lord, I am knocking at Thy gate ; Open, and take me in. 35^ WAITING ON GOD. 3 Glory to God above ! The waters soon w7ill cease ; For lo, the swift-returning Dove Brings home the sign of peace. 4 Though storms His face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Jehovah's covenant is sure, His bow is in the cloud. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1822. Ab. S. M. 'Fear not . 493 1 Fear not, poor, weary one ; But struggle bravely yet ; Toil on until thy task is done, Until thy sun is set. 2 Though many are thy cares, And many are thy fears, The loving Christ thy burden shares, And wipes away thy tears. 3 No distant Christ is He, And one that doth not know ; But watches close and constantly The path which thou dost go. 4 'Tis when thy heart is tried, 'Tis in thine hour of grief, He standeth ever at thy side, And ever brings relief. Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham (1799 — 1872), 1872. 494 All for God. i Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee ; WAITING ON GOD. 359 2 To scorn the senses' sway, While still to Thee I tend ; In all I do be Thou the Way, In all be Thou the End. 3 All may of Thee partake ; Nothing so small can be But draws, when acted for Thy sake, Greatness and worth from Thee. 4 If done t' obey Thy laws. E'en servile labors shine; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, The meanest work, divine. Rev. George Herbert (159s — 1652), 1635. Ab. As?W \l atching and Praying. — Luke, xviii. 1. Phil. iv. 13. i Jesus, my Strength, my Hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hearest my prayer. 2 Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do ; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. 3 I wrant a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly ; 4 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard. And watching unto prayer. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 — 1788), 1742. Ab. 360 OUR REFUGE. AQ£ S. M. TTw w With 71s on the Sea. i Jesus, one word from Thee Fills my sad soul with peace. My griefs are like a tossing sea : They hear Thy voice, and cease. 2 Soon as Thy pitying face Shone through my stormy fears, The storm swept by, nor left a trace, Save the sweet dew of tears. 3 And when Thou call'st me, Lord, Where thickest dangers be, Kven the waves a path afford : I walk the waves with Thee. 4 With Thee within my bark, I'll dare death's threatening tide; Nor count the passage strange or dark With Jesus by my side. 5 Dear Lord, Thy faithful grace I know and I adore : What shall it be to see Thy face In Heaven, forevermore ! Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse (1822 — ), 1872. Aon AA-. TC? 1 " Exceeding great and precious Promises." — 2 Pet. i. 4. i How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, [Word ! Is laid for your faith in His excellent What more can He say than to you He hath said, [fled? :|| || : You who unto Jesus for refuge have 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dis- mayed, OUR REFUGE. 36 1 For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, [hand. :|| Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent 1 ' When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, [tress. :|| And sanctify to thee thy deepest dis- "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flame shall not hurt thee : I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. :|| "E'en down to old age, all My people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne. :|| 1 ' The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose I will not, I will not desert to His foes ; That soul, though all hell should endeav- or to shake, [sake." :|| I'll never, no, never, no, never for- Gcorge Keith, 1787. Ab. 362 CHRIST'S I^OVK. ~f \J 0 " Lovest til ou Me ? ' ' i Hark, my soul, it is the Lord ; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : "Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?" 2 "I delivered thee, when bound, And, when wounded, healed Thy wound ; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. 3 " Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 "Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be ; Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me? 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love Thee, and adore ; O for grace to love Thee more ! William Cowper(i73i — 1800), 1797. i UyJ "Loving Him who first loved vie." i Saviour, teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey : TRUST. 363 Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving Him who first loved me. 2 Teach me all Thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in Thy grace : Learning how to love from Thee, Loving Him who first loved me. 3 Thus may I rejoice to show That I feel the love I owe : Singing, till Thy face I see, Of His love who first loved me. bliss Jane E. Leeson, 1S42. Al>. S. M. God's Care a Remedy for ours. — 1 Pet. 500 i How gentle God's commands ! How kind His precepts are ! ' Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust His constant care." 2 While Providence supports, Let saints securely dwell ; That hand, which bears all nature up, Shall guide 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. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755 364 TRUST. \J\J1 Sailing on . i If, through unruffled seas, Toward Heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, We'll own the favoring gale. 2 But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come, Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, Which drives us nearer home. 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears All yield to Thy control : Thy tender mercies shall illume The midnight of the soul. 4 Teach us, in every state, To make Thy will our own ; And when the joys of sense depart, To live by faith alone. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1772. Ab. and much alt. 502 "Befiehldudeine Wege." i Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed : God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way : Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. * 3 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully He the work hath wrought That caused thy needless fear. TRUST. 365 4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to Thee ; O lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee. 5 Let us, in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care. Rev. Paul Gerhardt 1 1606— 1676), 165a. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1739. Ab. r m s. m. WWW Trust in Providence. — Matt. vi. 2s. 1 Pet. v. 7. i Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care, Who earth and Heaven commands. 2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom wind and seas obey, He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way. 3 Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on ; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. 4 No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care ; To Him commend thy cause ; His ear Attends the softest prayer. Rev. Paul Gerhardt, 1659. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley, 1739. Ab. WW~X Safety in God. — Ps. xxxi. i My spirit, on Thy care, Blest Saviour, I recline : Thou wilt not leave me to despair, For Thou art Love divine. 366 SUBMISSION. 2 In Thee I place my trust, On Thee I calmly rest ; I know Thee good, I know Thee just, And count Thy choice the best. 3 Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform ; Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. 4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me ; Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1S34. V Mr 6. d. UUw " Mein Jesu, wie Dn willst.'L My Jesus, as Thou wilt : \ r' 0 may Thy will be mine ; Into Thy hand of love 1 would my all resign. Through sorrow or through joy, Conduct me as Thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, Thy will be done. My Jesus, as Thou wilt : If needy here and poor, Give me Thy people's bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of Thy Word Let my soul feed upon ; And if all else should fail, My Lord, Thy will be done. My Jesus, as Thou wilt : Though seen through many a tear, 506 SUBMISSION. 367 Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since Thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with Thee, My Lord, Thy will be done. My Jesus, as Thou wilt : All shall be well for me ; Each changing future scene I gladly trust with Thee. Straight to my home above, I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, Thy will be done. / Rev. Benjamin Schmolke (1672 — 17;: - * Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1825— ), 1853. Ab. 6. D. Longing J or Christ. i My spirit longs for Thee Within my troubled breast, Unworthy though I be Of so divine a Guest. Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest L nless it come from Thee. 2 Unless it come from Thee, In vain I look around ; In all that I can see Xo rest is to be found. No rest is to be found, But in Thy blessed love : O let my wish be crowned. And send it from above. Jobn Byrom i~;i — 1763 1773 368 SUBMISSION. C07 6- D- jy / " Thy Way, not mine." i Thy way, not mine, 0 Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand ; Choose out the path for me. I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright. 2 The kingdom that I seek Is Thine : so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem ; Choose Thou my good and ill. 3 Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health, Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small ; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1857. Ab- CrtQ 8.8.8.4. QUO " Thy Will be done." i My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." OUR NEED OF CHRIST. 369 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done." 3 Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, ' ' Thy will be done. ' ' 4 Then when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears before I'll sing upon a happier shore : "Thy will be done." Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789 — 1871), 1834. Ab. 509 7. 6. D. "He is precious." — 1 Pet. ii. 7. I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am full of sin ; My soul is dark and guilty, My heart is dead within ; I need the cleansing fountain Where I can always flee, The blood of Christ most precious, The sinner's perfect plea. I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am very poor ; A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store ; I need the love of Jesus To cheer me on my way, To guide my doubting footsteps, To be my strength and stay. I need Thee, precious Jesus, And hope to see Thee soon, 370 OUR NEED OF CHRIST. Encircled with the rainbow, And seated on Thy throne : There, with Thy blood-bonght children, My joy shall ever be, To sing Thy praises, Jesus, To gaze, my Lord, on Thee. Rev. Frederick Whitfield (1829 — ), 1859. Ab. and si. alt. £1fi 7.6. D. vJlV "Thee, Thee only." i Lord Jesus, by Thy passion, To Thee I make my prayer ; Thou who in mercy smitest, Have mercy, Lord, and spare: O wash me in the fountain That floweth from Thy side ; O clothe me in the raiment Thy blood hath purified. 2 O bring me, loving Jesus, To that most blessed place, Where angels and archangels Look ever on Thy face ; Where gladsome Alleluias Unceasingly resound ; Where martyrs, now triumphant, Walk robed in white, and crowned. 3 O make my spirit worthy To join that ransomed throng; O teach my lips to utter That everlasting song , O give that last, best blessing That even saints can know, To follow in Thy footsteps Wherever Thou dost go. The Book of Hours, 1865 Ab. 511 THE GOOD SHEPHERD. 371 7. 6. D. The Good Shepherd— -John x. 14. O Jesus ever present, O Shepherd ever kind. Thy very Name is music. To ear, and heart, and mind. It woke my wondering childhood To muse on things above ; It drew my harder manhood With cords of mighty love. How oft to sure destruction My feet had gone astray. Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd, The Guardian of my way. How oft, in darkness fallen, And wounded sore by sin, Thy hand has gently raised me, And healing balms poured in. O Shepherd good, I follow Wherever Thou wilt lead ; Xo matter where the pasture, With Thee at hand to feed. Thy voice, in life so mighty, In death shall make me bold ; O bring my ransomed spirit To Thine eternal fold. Rev. Lawrence Tuttiett (1825— ), 1866. 512 7. 6. D. God's Way best for us. Our yet unfinished story Is tending all to this : To God the greatest glory, To us the greatest bliss. 372 IN SORROW. Our plans may be disjointed, But we may calmly rest : What God has once appointed Is better than our best. 2 We cannot see before us, But our all-seeing Friend Is always watching o'er us, And knows the very end ; And when amid our blindness His disappointments fall, We trust His loving-kindness Whose wisdom sends them all. 3 They are the purple fringes That hide His glorious feet ; They are the fire-wrought hinges Where truth and mercy meet ; By them the golden portal Of Providence shall ope, And lift to praise immortal The songs of faith and hope. Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836 — 1879), 1872. Ab. 0*0 ,iHe hath borne our Griefs." — Is. liii. 4. i When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 2 When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. in sorrow. 373 3 Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier : Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 4 When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. 5 Thou, the shame, the grief hast known ; Though the sins were not Thine own, Thou hast deigned their load to bear : Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. Rev. Henry Hart Milman (1791— 1868), 1827. Ab. 01 A "Cast thy burden on the Lord." — Ps. Iv. 22. t Cast thy burden on the Lord, Only lean upon His word ; Thou shalt soon have cause to bless His eternal faithfulness. 2 Ever in the raging storm Thou shalt see His cheering form, Hear His pledge of coming aid : "It is I, be not afraid." 3 Cast thy burden at His feet ; Linger at His mercy-seat : He will lead thee by the hand Gently to the better land. 4 He will gird thee by His power, In thy weary, fainting hour ; Lean, then, loving, on His word, Cast thy burden on the Lord. Rev. Rowland Hill (1744— 1833), 1783. V. 1. George Rawson (1S07— ), 1857. Ab and rain h all. 374 in SORROW. 515 „„7-7-7/5- .. W«fcW Hear and save. i Lord of mercy and of might, Of mankind the Life and Light, Maker, Teacher infinite, Jesus, hear and save. 2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild, Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus, hear and save. 3 Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus, hear and save. 4 Soon to come to earth again, Judge of angels and of men, Hear us now, and hear us then, Jesus, hear and save. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1811. Ab. ri£ 7.7.7.5. wlU Prayer for Comfort. i In the dark and cloudy day, When earth's riches flee away, And the last hope will not stay, Saviour, comfort me. 2 When the hoard of many years Like a fleet-cloud disappears, And the future's full of fears, Saviour, comfort me. 3 When the secret idol's gone That my poor heart yearned upon, Desolate, bereft, alone, Saviour, comfort me. LEANING ON CHRIST. 375 4 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, In the darkness crucified, Bid me in Thy love confide : Saviour, comfort me. 5 In these hours of sad distress, Let me know He loves no less, Bids me trust His faithfulness : Saviour, comfort me. 6 Not unduly let me grieve, Meekly the kind stripes receive, Let me humbly still believe : Saviour, comfort me. Rev. Robert Herrick (1591 — 1674), 1647. Ab riF7 L. M.61. (Ji / Christ able to succor the tempted. — Heb. ii. 18. i When gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still H2 who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers what was once a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while ; - Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 376 THE SURE RETREAT. 4 And O, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for Thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. Sir Robert Grant (1788— 1838)", 1806, 1812. Ab. £1Q LM UIO The Mercy-seat. i From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And time and sense seem all no more ; And Heaven comes down oursoulstogreet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 5 O may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat. Rev. Hugh Stowell (1799— 1865), 1832. Ab. \JL\J Far from Home. i 'Tis thus in solitude I roam O'er many a land and tossing sea ; THE SURE RETREAT. 377 And yet, afar from friends and home, I find, O God, a home in Thee. 2 I pass from things of space and time, The finite meets or leaves my sight ; But God expands o'er every elime, The clothing of the Infinite. 3 He walks the earth, He rides the air; The lightning's speed He leaves behind. His Name is Love. And tell me, where Is sea or land He cannot find ? 4 O, long I've known Him. Could it be That if He did not hold me dear, He thus would travel land and sea, And throw His arms around me here? 5 I could not leave Him, if I would ; I would not, if the power were given ; 'Twould be to leave the True and Good, The soul's Repose, the spirit's Heaven. Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham (1799 — 1872), 1853. Ab. r«A L. M. vj ^aj V Watching and Praying. i They pray the best who pray and watch, They watch the best who watch and pray, They hear Christ's fingers on the latch, Whether He comes by night, or da}'. 2 Whether they guard the gates and watch, Or, patient, toil for Him, and wait, They hear His fingers on the latch, If early He doth come, or late. 37*3 the calm retreat. 3 With trembling joy they hail their Lord, And haste His welcome feet to kiss, While He, well pleased, doth speak the word That thrills them with unending bliss ; 4 "Well done, My servants, now receive, For faithful work, reward and rest, And wreaths which busy angels weave, To crown the men who serve Me best. ' ' Rev. Edward Hopper (1818— ), 1873. r«i c. m. 0 — 1 "Fa rfrom th e World. * ' i Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O with what peace, and joy, and love She communes with her God ! 4 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of love divine, And, all harmonious names in one, My Saviour, Thou art mine ! 5 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more ! William Cowper (1731 — 1800,1, 1779. Ab PRAYER. 379 Mrt C. M. Q&hi Moving the Hand "which moves the World, i There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay. 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ; That arm upholds the sky ; That ear is filled with angel songs ; That love is throned on high. 4 But there's a power which man can wield, When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain. 5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne, And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down. Rev. John Aikman Wallace (1802 — 1870), 1839. Ab. C M. Prayer . 523 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3S0 PRAYER. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the snblimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, ' ' Behold, he prays ! ' ' 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer. 6 O Thou, by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer Thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1853. Ah 524 C M. Evening Twilight. i I LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In 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. PRAYER AND SERVICE. 381 4 I love, by faith, to take a view Of brighter scenes in Heaven ; The prospect doth 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. Mrs. Phoebe Hinsdale Brow:. - , 1824. 525 "Pray -1 Thess. v. 17. i Pray, without ceasing, pray. Your Captain gives the word : His summons cheerfully obey, And call upon the Lord. 2 To God your even.- want In instant prayer display : Pray always ; pray, and never faint ; Pray, without ceasing, pray. 3 From strength to strength go on : Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. 4 Still let the Spirit cry, In all His soldiers — ' Come." Till Christ the Lord descends from high, And takes the conquerors home. Rev. Charle- Wes '■'-), *749- Ab. H9£ 8.8.8.4. VmW Christian Giving. i O Lord of Heaven, and earth, and sea. To Thee all praise and glory be : How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? 382 SERVICE. 2 Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gavest Him for a world undone, And freely with that Blessed One Thou givest all. 3 Thou givest the Spirit's blessed dower, Spirit of life, and love, and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. 4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For means of grace, and hopes of Heaven, What can to Thee, O Lord, be given, Who givest all? Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807— 1885), 1863. Ab. and alt. rnn l. m. \Jml I Serving Christ. — Phil. i. 22. i My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear Thy dictates and obey. 2 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good ; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 3 'Tis to my Saviour I wrould live, To Him who for my ransom died ; Nor could the bowers of Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 4 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more ; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, His saving power. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751)1 1755. Ab. and alt SERVICE. 383 FOQ L. M. UtajO "60, /«£- I from islands of the main." 3 All our earthly journey past. Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last At the portal of the sky : Each the welcome, "Come," awaits, Conquerors over death and sin ; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travellers in. Junics Edine^tor. 1791 .:• 406 BAPTISM AND CONFESSION r£Q C. M. \J\jQ Christ a Pattern for Children. — Lukk. ii. 40. i By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 IyO, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage. 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue Were all alike divine, [crowned, 6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1812 ££A c M JO^ Christ's Regard for Children. — Mark x. 13 — 16. j SEE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, With all-engaging charms ; Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, And folds them in His arms ! CONFESSION 407 "Permit them to approach,'* He erics, ' ' Xor scorn their humble name : For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came." We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee ; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our offspring be. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1735. Ab, 565 C. M. Confession ana Covenant. Witness, ye men and angels, now. Before the Lord we speak ; To Him we make cur solemn vow. A vow we dare not break : — That long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield ; Xor from His cause will we depart. Or ever quit the field. We trust not in our native strength, But on His grace rely, That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply. O guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in Thy ways ; And, while we turn our vows to prayers. Turn Thou our prayers to praise. Rev. Benjamin Deddome (1717—1795), 1818. L. M. Rejoicing in our Covenant- Engagements. — 2 CuRON.xv.15. O happy day, that fixed my choice On Thee, my Saviour and my God : Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. 566 4oS CONFESSION. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To Him who merits all my love : Let cheerful anthems fill His house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ; I am my Lord's, and He is mine : He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the Voice divine. 4 Now rest, ray long divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; With ashes who would grudge to part. When called on angels' bread to feast? 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755. EC7 .L- M- . 00 I "Entirely Thine." i Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine ; With full consent Thine I would be, And own Thy sovereign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of Thy grace ; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die, Be Thine through all eternity ; The vow is passed beyond repeal ; And now I set the solemn seal CONFESSION. 409 4 Here at that cross where flows the blood That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master now I call, And consecrate to Thee my all. Rev. Samuel Davies (1724 — 1761), 1760. Ab. FCQ ~- D- \jQQ Choosing the Portion of God's Heritagc.—^vxn 1. 16, 17. i People of the living God. I have sought the world around. Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found, Now to you my spirit turns. Turns, a fugitive unblessed; Brethren, where your altar burns, O receive me into rest. 2 Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave ; Mine the God whom you adore, Your Redeemer shall be mine ; Earth can fill my heart no more, Every idol I resign. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1853. Ab. 569 7. ' ' Thine for ever .' ' ' Thine forever !— God of love. Hear us from Thy throne above ; Thine forever may we be, Here and in eternity. Thine forever ! — Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife ; Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of da v. 410 CONFESSION. 3 Thine forever ! — Saviour, keep These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath Thy care, Let us all Thy goodness share. 4 Thine forever ! — Thou our Guide, All our wants by Thee supplied, All our sins by Thee forgiven, Lead us, Lord, from earth to Heaven. Mrs. Mary Fawler Maude, 1848. Ab. C7fi S. M. (J / \J One with Christ. — 1 Cor. vi. 17. i Dear Saviour, I am Thine, By everlasting bands ; My name, my heart I would resign ; My soul is in Thy hands. 2 To Thee I still would cleave With ever growing zeal ; Let millions tempt me Christ to leave, They never shall prevail. 3 His Spirit shall unite My soul to Him, my Head ; Shall form me to His image bright, And teach His paths to tread. 4 Death may my soul divide From this abode of clay ; But love shall keep me near His side, Through all the gloomy way. 5 Since Christ and we are one, What should remain to fear? If He in Heaven has fixed His throne, He'll fix His members there. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755. SI. alt. 571 THK LAMB OF GOD. 4 I I S. M. Adoption. — 1 John iii. 1. Gal. vi. 6. [ Behold what wondrous grace The Father hath bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God ! Xor doth it yet appear How great we must be made ; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart, We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne ; Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry, And Thou the kindred own. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. 572 7. 6. D. " Bid us go in Peace." Lamb of God, whose bleeding love We now recall to mind, Send the answer from above, And let us mercy find ; Think on us who think on Thee ; Every struggling soul release ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. 412 THE LAMB OF GOD. 2 By Thine agonizing pain And bloody sweat, we pray, By Thy dying love to man, Take all our sins away ; Burst our bonds and set us free, From iniquity release ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. 3 Let Thy blood, by faith applied, The sinner's pardon seal ; Speak us freely justified, And all our sickness heal ; By Thy passion on the tree, Let our griefs and troubles cease ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1745. Ab. and si. alt rnq 7. 6i. W I W " Till lie come." — i Cor. xi. 26. i Till He come, O let the words Linger on the trembling chords ; Let the little while between In their golden light be seen ; Let us think how Heaven and home Lie beyond that, till He come. 2 When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, All our life-joy overcast? Hush, be every murmur dumb ; It is only, till He come. THE LORD'S SUPPER. 413 3 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine, and break the bread : Sweet memorials, — till the Lord Call ns round His heavenly board ; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only, till He come. Bp. Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825 — ), 1861. Au. rtJA 7.61. \J i± "Bread 0/ Heaven." i Bread of Heaven, on Thee I feed, For Thy flesh is meat indeed ; Ever may my soul be fed With this true and living bread ; Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of Kim who died. 2 Vine of Heaven, Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice ; 'Tis Thy wounds my healing give ; To Thy cross I look and live. Thou my Life, O let me be Rooted, grafted, built on Thee. Josiah Conder (1789 — 1855), 1824. 575 "Behold the Lamb." i Behold the Lamb ! O Thou for sinners slain, Let it not be in vain That Thou hast died : Thee for my Saviour let me take, Thee, Thee alone my refuge make, Thy pierced side. 2 Behold the Lamb ! All hail, eternal Word ! Thou everlasting Lord, 414 THE LORD'S SUPPER. Purge out our leaven : Clothe us with godliness and good, Feed us with Thy celestial food, Manna from Heaven. 3 Behold the Lamb ! Worthy is He alone, Upon the rainbow throne Of God above : One with the Ancient of all days, One with the Paraclete in prai.se, All Light, all Love. Matthew Bridges (1800— J, 1848. Ab. and alt. E7C L. M. 61. WjQ Adoring Love. i Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call ; Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place Pour down the riches of Thy grace : Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more. 2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought, How can I love Thee as I ought ; And how extol Thy matchless fame, The glorious beauty of Thy Name? Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more. 3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me, That Thou hast dealt so lovingly ? How great the j oy that Thou hast brought. So far exceeding hope or thought ! Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more. THE LORD'S SUPPER. 4J5 4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song, To Thee my heart and soul belong ; All that I have or am is Thine, And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine ; Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more. Rev. Henry Collins ( ), 1852. Q / I The Supper instituted. — 1 Cor. xi. 23. i 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed Him to His foes: 2 Before the mournful scene began, [brake: He took the bread, and blessed, and What love through all His actions ran. What wondrous words of grace He spake. 3 "This is My bod}', broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food : ; ' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, "Tis the new covenant in My blood." 4 "Do this," He cried, " till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at My table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 5 Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate ; We show Thy death, we sing Thy Name, Till Thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. 4l6 THE LORD'S SUPPER. rP7Q L. M. W iO " y^su, Dulcedo cordium." i Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of menf From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; Thou savest those that on Thee call ; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in all. 3 We taste Thee, O thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still ; We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head, And thirst, our souls from Thee to fill. 4 O Jesus, ever with us stay ; Make all our moments calm and bright ; Chase the dark night of sin away ; Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091 — 1153), 1140. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1858. Ab. y / ^J At Dismission. i Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord ; Help us to feed upon Thy Word ; All that has been amiss forgive, And let Thy truth within us live. 2 Though we are guilty, Thou art good : Wash all our w7orks in Jesus' blood ; Give every fettered soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. Rev. Joseph Hart (1712—1768), 1762. 580 " Bread of 'the U 'or Id. ' ' 1 Bread of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, 581 BEFORE THE CROSS. 417 By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead : Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed. Hp. Reginald Heber 11783—1826), 1827. 8. 7. D. Before the C SwEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing. From the sinner's dying Friend. Here I'll sit. forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here it is I find my Heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze ; Love I much:* I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. Love and grief my heart dividing. With my tears His feet I'll bathe. Constant still, in faith abiding. Life deriving from His death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go ; Prove His blood each day more healing, And Himself most deeply know Rev Jan. Hon and Rev Walter Shirley 1 1 7? 5— j 786) , i-ijt 4l8 BEFORE THE CROSS. bOtt " Closer than a Brother" i 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 abased, Friend of sinners was His Name ; Xow above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 O for grace our hearts to soften ; Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas, forget too often What a Friend we have above. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807I, 1779. Ab. 8. 7. Giving the Heart. 583 i Take my heart, O Father, take it ; Make and keep it all Thine own ; Let Thy Spirit melt and break it, This proud heart of sin and stone. 2 Father, make it pure and lowly, Fond of peace, and far from strife ; Turning from the paths unholy Of this vain and sinful life. 3 Ever let Thy grace surround it ; Strengthen it with power divine, Till Thy cords of love have bound it: Make it to be wholly Thine. THE FEAST OF LOVE. 419 4 May the blood of Jesus heal it, And its sins be all forgiven ; Holy Spirit, take and seal it, Guide it in the path to Heaven. Bartol's Hymns for the Sanctuary, 1849. 0 O i "Ad r eg ia s Agn i dapes . ' ' i At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His pierced side. 2 Where the paschal blood is poured. Death's dark angel sheathes his sword ; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. 3 Mighty Victim from the sky, Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie ; Thou hast conquered in the fight, Thou has brought us life and light. 4 Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to Thee we raise ; Holy Father, praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be ! Roman Breviary. Tr. by Robert Campbell ( 1799 ?— 1868;, 1850. Ab. rqr c. m. JOw Grateful and tender Remembrance. 1 If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie ; If tender thoughts within us burn, To feel a friend is nigh ; 2 O shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe C. M. At t lie Table 420 THE FEAST OF LOVE. To Kim, who died, our fears to quell, Our more than orphan's woe? 3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words displayed "Meet, and remember Me." 4 Remember Thee, Thy death, Thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share ! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there. Hon. and Rev. Gerard Thomas Noel (1782 — 1851), 1813. 586 1 How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores. 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest?" 3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come ? ' ' 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forced us in ; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin. 5 Pity the nations, O our God ; Constrain the earth to come ; Send Thy viclorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab, THE CONSUMMATION. 421 TQ7 C. M. SO l Remembrance pledged. i AccordixCx to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. 2 Thy bod}*, broken for my sake, My Bread from Heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take. And thus remember Thee. 3 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee : 4 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825. Ab. roQ 7. 6. d. ^OO " O Escaznatorutn." i O bread to pilgrims given, O food that angels eat, O Manna sent from Heaven, For heaven-born natures meet Give us, for Thee long pining, To eat till richly filled ; Till, earth's delights resigning, Our every wish is stilled. 2 O Water, life bestowing, From out the Saviour's heart, A fountain purely flowing. A fount of love Thou art : 422 THE CONSUMMATION. O let us, freely tasting, Our burning thirst assuage ; Thy sweetness, never wasting, Avails from age to age. 3 Jesus, this feast receiving, We Thee unseen adore ; Thy faithful word believing, We take, and doubt no more : Give us, Thou true and loving, On earth to live in Thee ; Then, death the veil removing, Thy glorious face to see. Unknown mediaeval Author. Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1858. 589 7. 6. D. " Ermuntert euch, ikr Frommen." Rejoice, rejoice, believers, And let your lights appear ; The evening is advancing, And darker night is near. The Bridegroom is arising, And soon He will draw nigh ; Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle, At midnight comes the cry. See that your lamps are burning, Replenish them with oil ; Look now for your salvation, The end of sin and toil. The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near, Go meet Him as He cometh, With hallelujahs clear. ONE CHURCH. 423 3 Ye saints, who here in patience Your cross and sufferings bore, Shall live and reign forever. When sorrow is no more; Around the Throne of glory The Lamb ye shall behold, In triumph cast before Him Your diadems of gold. 4 Our Hope and Expectation, O Jesus, now appear ; Arise, thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere. With hearts and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, And ever be with Thee. Laurentius Laurenti (1660 — 1722), Tr. by Miss Jane Borthuick (1825 — ), 1853. Ab. and si. alt. rnn c- M- Q *J \J " The Saints abme.' ' i Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, || : How bright their glories be. :|| 2 Once the}* were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, || : With sins, and doubts, and fears. :|| 3 I ask them, whence their victory came? They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, || : Their triumph to His death. :|| 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod ; His zeal inspired their breast ; 424 ONE CHURCH. And following their incarnate God, || : Possess the promised rest. :|| 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For His own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses || : Show the same path to Heaven. :|| Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709 KQ1 c M wCl One Church, one Army. i IyKT saints below in concert sing With those to glory gone ; For all the servants of our King || : In earth and Heaven are one. :|j 2 One family, we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, || : The narrow stream of death. :|| 3 One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, || : And part are crossing now. :|| 4 Dear Saviour, be our constant Guide ; Then, when the word is given, Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, ||: And land us safe in Heaven. :|| Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1759. Ab. and alt C M. One Song. 592 i Happy the .souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone ; Walking in all Thy ways, we find || : Our Heaven on earth begun. :[| OXK CHURCH. 425 2 The Church triumphant in Thy love, Their mighty joys we know ; They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below. 3 Thee, in Thy glorious realm, they praise, And bow before Thy throne ; We, in the kingdom of Thy grace : The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads ; From hence our spirits rise ; And he that in Thy statutes treads Shall meet Thee in the skies. Rev. Charles Wesley, 1745. rQQ c. M. IjjO "The golden Chain." i How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord In one another's peace delight, And so fulfil His word. 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart ; 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love; 4 When love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flows ; When union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows. 426 ANGEUC SONGS. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of Heaven that finds His bosom glow with love. Rev. Joseph Swain (1761 — 1796), 1792 EQzL c- M- Qv2 A The ancient Worthies. i Rise, O my soul, pursue the path, By ancient worthies trod ; Aspiring, view those holy men Who lived and walked with God. 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live ; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give. 3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious They conquered every foe ; [blood, And to His power and matchless grace Their crowns and honors owe. 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view The patterns Thou hast given ; And ne'er forsake the blessed path Which led them safe to Heaven. Rev. John Needham, 1768. y90 "Pilgrims oj the Night:' I Hark, hark, my soul ; Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. ANGELIC SONGS. 427 Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, " Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come ; ' ' And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. — Ref. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening peal- in cr The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.— Ref. 4 Rest comes at length ; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past ; Life's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And Heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. — Ref. 428 ANGEUC SONGS. 5 Angels, sing on : your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloud- less love. — Rkf. Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814— 1863), 1849. Ab. and alt. CQC 10.10.10.4. 0 w D " The Fellowship of all the Saints." i For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world con- fest, Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blest. Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Light ; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well- fought fight ; Thou, in the darkness drear, their Light of light. Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 O blest communion, fellowship divine ! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ; Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 The golden evening brightens in the west ; Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes the rest ; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia, Alleluia. FELLOWSHIP. 429 5 But lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day ; The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; The King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Alleluia, Alleluia. Bp. William Walsham How (1823 — ), 1054. Ab, S. M. 'Blest be the Tie.'' 597 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love : The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers : Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes ; Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. 43° THK KINGDOM. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the Day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. Rev. John Fawcett (1739 — 1817), 1772. PQQ , s M Ow"Q Cross and Lroivn. i O what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be, When we have borne the cross. 2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow j grief, or pain May be our portion here. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821— 1877), 1852. Ab S. M. Love to the Church. 599 i I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved With His own precious blood. THE KINGDOM. 4.3* 2 I love Thy church, O God : Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of Heaven. Rev. Timothy Dwight (1752 — 181 7), 1800. Ab. 600 The Saints of 'the Lord. i For all Thy saints, O Lord, Who strove in Thee to live, Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all Thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Thee their great reward, And strove in Thee to die. 432 THE KINGDOM. 3 They all in life and death, With Thee, their Lord in view, Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do. 4 For this Thy Name we bless, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in Thee. Bp. Richard Mant (1776— 1848), 1837. Ab £01 8- 7 D- Vvi. " Igjcmicm Nat og Traengsel." i Through the night of doubt and sorrow, Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the Promised Land, And before us through the darkness, Gleameth clear the guiding Light ; Brother clasps the hand of brother, And steps fearless through the night. 2 One the strain which mouths of thousands Lift as from the heart of one ; One the conflict, one the peril, One the march in God begun, One the gladness of rejoicing On the Resurrection shore, With one Father o'er us shining In His love for evermore. 3 Go we onward, pilgrim brothers, Visit first the cross and grave, Where the cross its shadow flingeth, Where the boughs of cypress wave. THE KINGDOM. 43J Then, a shaking as of earthquakes, Then, a rending of the tomb, Then, a scattering of all shadows, And an end of toil and gloom. Bernhardt Severin Ingemann (1789 — i86v), Tr. by Rev. Sabine Baring Gould (1834 — ), 1867. Ab. nr\* s. 7. d. UVw Prayer for Union. i Hail, Thou God of grace and glory, Who Thy Name hast magnified, By redemption's wondrous story, By the Saviour crucified ; Thanks to Thee for every blessing, Flowing from the Fount of love ; Thanks for present good unceasing, And for hopes of bliss above. 2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, Near Thy bright and burning throne, We invoke Thee, God most holv, Through Thy well-beloved Son ; Send the baptism of Th}T Spirit, Shed the pentecostal fire ; Let us all Thy grace inherit, Waken, crown each good desire. 3 Bind Thy people, Lord, in union, With the sevenfold cord of love ; Breathe a spirit of communion With the glorious hosts above; Let Thy work be seen progressing; Bow each heart, and bend each knee, Till the world, Thy truth possessing, Celebrates its jubilee. Rev. Thomas William Aveling (1815 — ), 18.(4. 434 THE KINGDOM. £AO 8. 7. D. www The City of God. — Is. xxxiii. 20, 21. i Glorious things of thee are spoken.. Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode : On the Rock of ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear, For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near : Thus deriving from their banner Light by night, and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1779. rr\A. 8- 7- D- OU * " The Heavenly City." — Ezek. xxxvii. 27. i Praise the Rock of our salvation, Laud His Name from zone to zone ; On that Rock the Church is builded, Christ Himself the Corner-Stone ; Vain against our rock-built Zion Winds and waters, fire and hail, THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 435 Christ is in her midst ; against her Sin and hell shall not prevail. 2 vStands four-square that heavenly city ; Paved with gold like crystal bright; Gates of pearl, and walls of jasper, Emerald and ehrysolyte : Broad and lofty tower its ramparts ; At its gates twelve angels stand ; On its walls twelve names are graven, Of th' Apostles' chosen band. 3 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, Throned in everlasting light. Midst Thy saints, no more is needed Sun by day, nor moon by night ; Soon may we those portals enter When this earthly strife is o'er, There to dwell with saints and angels In Thy presence evermore. Rev. Benjamin Webb (1819 — ), 1872. Ab S. M. D. £* ft J? The Blessedness of Gospel-times. OvO Is. lii. 7-9. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. i How beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal, How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are ! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King; || : He reigns and triumphs here.":|| 2 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited ior. And sought, but never found ! 436 THE CHRISTIAN MTNISTRY. How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, II : But died without the sight. :|| 3 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare His arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let every nation now behold || : Their Saviour and their God. :|| Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. bUw The Church the Safety of the Nation.— Vs. xlviii. i Great is the Lord our God, And let His praise be great ; He makes His churches His abode, His most delightful seat. 2 These temples of His grace, How beautiful they stand, The honors of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. 3 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold, Where His own sheep have been. 4 In every new distress We'll to His house repair ; We'll think upon His wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab THK CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 437 £07 s M- UV / "Lome, Kingdom 0/ our God." i Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love, Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. 2 Come, kingdom of our God, And make the broad earth thine ; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. 3 Come, kingdom of our God, And raise the glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, When God shall bless His own. Bp. John Johns (1796 — 1876), 1837. Ab. QUO The Pilgrim Church. i Far down the ages now, Much of her journey done, The pilgrim church pursue 3 her way, Until her crown be won. 2 No wider is the gate, No broader is the way, No smoother is the ancient path, That leads to light and day. 3 Thus onward still we press Through evil and through good, Through pain and poverty and want, Through peril and through blood. 4 Still faithful to our God, And to our Captain true, We follow where He leads the way, The kingdom in our view. Rev Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1857. Ab. 438 DEDICATING PEACES OE WORSHIP. CfiQ 8.7.4. 0 WC/ Zion secure. — Ps. cxxv. 2. i Zion stands by hills surrounded, Zion kept by power divine : All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine. || : Happy Zion ! :|| What a favored lot is thine ! 2 Every human tie may perish ; Friend to friend unfaithful prove ; Mothers cease their own to cherish ; Heaven and earth at last remove ; || : But no changes :|| Can attend Jehovah's love. 3 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. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769— 1855), 1806. Ab. H. M. Christ the Corner-Stone. Christ is our Corner-Stone, On Him alone we build ; With His true saints alone The courts of Heaven are filled ; On His great love our hopes we place Of present grace, and joys above. O, then, with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring ; Our voices we will raise The Three in One to sing ; And thus proclaim in joyful song, Both loud and long, that glorious Name. 610 DEDICATING PLACKS OP WORSHIP. 459 3 Here, gracious God, do Thou Forevermore draw nigh ; Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh ; In copious shower, on all who pray, Each holy day, Thy blessings pour. 4 Here may we gain from Heaven The grace which we implore, And may that grace, once given. Be with us evermore, Until that da)' when all the blest To endless rest are called away. Unknown Author of the 8th century. Tr. by Rev. John Chandler (1806— 1876), 1837. 611 7. On opening a Pi ace of Worship. i Lord of hosts ! to Thee we raise Here a house of prayer and praise : Thou Thy people's hearts prepare, Here to meet for praise and prayer. 2 Let the living here be fed With Thy Word, the heavenly Bread Here in hope of glory blest, May the dead be laid to rest. 3 Here to Thee a temple stand, While the sea shall gird the land ; Here reveal Thy mercy sure, While the sun and moon endure. 4 Hallelujah ! earth and sky To the joyful sound reply; Hallelujah ! hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end. James Montgomery (177 440 DEDICATING PLACES OF WORSHIP. £1 0 c- M- UXbJ God"s Biessi?ig 7nz'oked. i O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship Thee. 2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these walls t' abide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by Thy side. 3 May erring minds, that worship here, Be taught the better way ; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the Of earth-born passion dies. [storm William Cullen Bryant (1794— 1878), 1835. QJLw Prayer of Dedication. — Ps. exxxii. i Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to Thy rest : Lo, Thy church waits with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and Thy Word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, might}- God, accept our vows, Here let Thy praise be spread ; Bless the provisions of Thy house, And fill Thy poor with bread. 614 GOD'S TEMPLE. 441 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine, Justice and truth His court maintain, With love and power divine. Here let Him hold a lasting throne, And as His kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn His crown, And shame confound His foes. Rev. Isaac Watts 1074 — 1748), 1719. 8. 7. 61. "Attgulare Fundatnentum." Christ is made the sure Foundation, Christ the Head and Corner-Stone, Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the church in one, Holy Zion's help forever, And her confidence alone. All that dedicated city, Dearly loved of God on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody ; God the One in Three adoring In glad hymns eternally. To this temple, where we call Thee, Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day : With Thy wonted loving-kindness, Hear Thy servants as they pray ; And Thy fullest benediction Shed within its walls alway. Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they ask of Thee to gain, What they gain from Thee forever With the blessed to retain, 442 G()D*S TEMPLE. And hereafter in Thy glory Evermore with Thee to reign. Unknown Author of the 8th century. Tr. hy Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1851. Ab. and alt. 615 God's Temple. i The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple, built by God ; His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its, pillars one by one. 2 He hung its starry roof on high, The broad, illimitable sky ; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky, and all was good ; And when its first pure praises rang, The morning stars together sang. 4 I^ord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for Thee ; But in Thy sight our offering stands, A humbler temple, made with hands. Nathaniel Parker Willis (1807— 1867,1, 1826. Ab. 616 7. 6. D. The One Foundation. — Eph. The Church's one Foundation, Is Jesus Christ her L,ord ; She is His new creation, By water and the word : From Heaven He came and sought her To be His holy Bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. CHRIST'S MINISTERS. 443 Elect from every nation, Yet one o'er all the earth, Ker charter of salvation One Lord, one faith, one birth; One holy Name she bless Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With ever}- grace endued. 'Mid toil and tribulation. And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore ; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest. And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. The saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up. "how long? " And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. O happy ones and holy ! Lord, give us grace, that we Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee. Rev Samuel John Stor,-; Ab. and si alt. 617 C M. Our Lord's Apostles. Lord, who didst bless Thy chosen baud. And forth commissioned send -ead Thy Name from land to land, To Thee our hymns ascend. AA\ CHRIST'S MTNISTERS. 2 The princes of Thy Church were they, Chiefs unsubdued in fight, Soldiers on earth of Heaven's array, The world's unerring light. 3 Theirs the firm faith of holy birth, The hope that looks above, And, trampling on the powers of earth, Their Saviour's perfect love. 4 In them the heavens exulting own The Father's might revealed, Thy triumph gained, begotten Son, Thy Spirit's influence sealed. Bp. Richard Mant (1776— 1848), 1837. Ab. C1Q LM- VlO The great Commission. — Mark xvi. 15. i " Go preach My gospel," saith the Lord, Bid the whole earth My grace receive ; He shall be saved that trusts My word, And he condemned that won't believe. 2 I'll make your great commission known ; And ye shall prove My gospel true, By all the works that I have done, By all the wonders ye shall do. 3 Go, heal the sick ; go, raise the dead ; Go, cast out devils in My Name ; Nor let My prophets be afraid, Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4 Teach all the nations My commands, I'm with you till the world shall end ; All power is trusted to My hands, I can destroy, and I defend." CHRIST'S MINISTERS. 445 5 He spake, and light shone round His head ; On a bright cloud to Heaven He rode ; They to the farthest nations spread The grace of their ascended God. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. SI. alt. Oiy "Go ye into the World." — Mark xvi. 15. i Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim Salvation through Immanuel's Name; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the Rose of Sharon there. 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With flaming zeal your breast inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And hush the tempest into peace. 3 And when our labors all are o'er, Then we shall meet to part no more, Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall , And crown our Jesus Lord of all. Mrs. Yoke, 1816. cnr\ . l. m. UtaU Ordination of a Minister. i Father of mercies, in Thy house, Smile on our homage, and our vows ; While, with a grateful heart, we share These pledges of our Father's care. 2 The Saviour, when to Heaven He rose, In splendid triumph o'er His foes, Scattered His gifts on men below. And wide His royal bounties flow. 3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honored name, vSacred beyond heroic fame ; In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes. Pastors from hence, and teachers rise. 446 MISSIONS. 4 So shall the bright succession run, Through the last courses of the sun ; While unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and nourish, large and fair. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1745. Ab £01 L. M. V»iJ» The Spirit accompanying the Word. i O Spirit of the living God, In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race. 2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling Word ; Give power and unction from above, Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light, Confusion, order in Thy path ; vSouls without strength inspire with Bid mercy triumph over wrath, [might; 4 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record ; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825. Ab. L. M. Chris fs Dominion. — Ps 622 i 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 To Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head ; His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. missions. 447 3 Blessings abound where'er He reigns ; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 4 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1719. Ab. and si. alt £«Q L. M. Q m Iw For a Missionary Meeting. i Assembled at Thy great command, Before Thy face, dread King, we stand ; The voice that marshaled every star, Has called Thy people from afar. 2 We meet, through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled ; Along the line, to either pole, The thunder of Thy praise to roll. 3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise, Our hopes revive, our courage raise, Our counsels aid ; and, O impart The single eye, the faithful heart. 4 Forth with Thy chosen heralds come, Recall the wandering spirits home ; From Zion's mount send forth the sound, To spread the spacious earth around. Rev. William Bengo Collyer (1782 — 1854), 1812. Ab. MA L- M- U4lT " Fling out the Banner.' ' i Fling out the banner : let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide ; The sun, that lights its shining folds. The cross, on which the Saviour died. 448 MISSIONS. 2 Fling out the banner : angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the Love divine. 3 Fling out the banner : heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight ; . And nations, crowding to be born, Baptize their spirits in its light. 4 Fling out the banner : let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide : Our glory only in the cross, Our only hope, the Crucified. 5 Fling out the banner : wide and high, Seaward and skyward let it shine ; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours; We conquer only in that sign. Bp. George Washington Doane (1799 — 1859), 1824. Ab. C9E C-M- QiJW The immovable Kingdom. — Dan. ii. 44. i O where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. 2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong ; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song. 3 For not like kingdoms of the world Thy holy Church, O God ! [ing her, Though earthquake shocks are threateu- And tempests are abroad ; missions. 449 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands. Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1818— ), 1839. Alt. C9C c M- O ^Q 'The Spirit creating all Tilings new. i 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. 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, HowT shall the ransomed raise their voice, To whom that Saviour came ! 5 So every kindred, tongue, and tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To sovereign love alone. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825, 1853. Ml 7. 6. D. Utal i "From Greenland's icy Mountains." i From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; 45° MISSIONS. From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plainr They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation, O salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's Name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783 — 1826), 1819. £0Q 7.6.D. \J UQ "Hail to the Lord's Anointed! " i Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; MISSIONS. 45 l Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong ; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in His sight. 3 For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. O'er even.- foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1822. Ab. £9Q 7. 6. D. \J6iyJ " The Morning Light is breaking." i The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears ; The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears : Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war. 452 MISSIONS. 2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending, In gratitude above ; While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey, And seek the Saviour's blessing, A nation in a day. 3 Blest river of salvation, Pursue thine onward way ; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy riches stay ; Stay not, till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home ; Stay not, till all the holy Proclaim, "The Lord is come." Rev. Samuel Francis Smith (1808 — ), 1831. Ab 630 7. 6. D. The final Triumph. When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along, When hill and valley, ringing With one triumphant song, Proclaim the contest ended, And Him, who once was slain, Again to earth descended, In righteousness to reign ? Then from the craggy mountains The sacred shout shall fly ; And shady vales and fountains Shall echo the reply : High tower and lowly dwelling Shall send the chorus round, missions. 453 All hallelujah swelling In one eternal sound. James Edmeston (1791 — 1867), 1822. Alt. C31 7. 6. D. Owl The good Tidings. i How beauteous, on the mountains, The feet of him that brings, Ivike streams from living fountains, Good tidings of good things ; That publisheth salvation, And jubilee release, To every tribe and nation, God's reign of joy and peace. 2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman, And shout, from Zion's towers, Thy hallelujah chorus, 1 1 The victory is ours ! ' ' The Lord shall build up Zion In glory and renown, And Jesus, Judah's Lion, Shall wear His rightful crown. Benjamin Gough (1805 — ), 1865. Ab. and si. alt £09 L M. Q^y "Awake, awake.' — Is. li. 9. i Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, Put on Thy strength, the nations shake ; And let the world, adoring, see || : Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. :|| 2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne, " I am Jehovah, God alone ! " Thy voice their idols shall confound, || : And cast their altars to the ground. :|| 454 MTSSIONS. 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt ; But to each conscience be applied The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim, In every clime, of every name, Till adverse power before Thee fall, And crown the Saviour, Lord of all. William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759 — 1829), 1795. Ab. £OQ L. M. QQsJ Prayer for speedy Triumph. i Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies, That song of triumph, which records That all the earth is now the Lord's. 2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to Thee ; And over land, and stream, and main, Wave Thou the sceptre of Thy reign. 3 O that the anthem now might swell, And host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Saviour reigns. Baptist Magazine, 1816. COA L- M. UJT Prayer for Home Missions. i Look from Thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might ; In pity look on those who stray, Benighted, in this land of light. 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from Thee. missions. 455 3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened A scattered, homeless flock, till all [old, Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 4 Send them Thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart. 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to Heaven the voice of praise. William Cullen Bryant (1794 — 1878), 1840. CQE 7.6. d. \J wU "Uplift the blood-red Banner." i Uplift the blood-red banner, And shout, with trumpet's sound, Deliverance to the captive, And freedom to the bound ; Earth's jubilee of glory, The year of full release : O tell the wondrous story, Go forth and publish peace. 2 Go forth, confessors, martyrs, With zeal and love unpriced, And preach the blood of sprinkling, And live, or die, for Christ ; For Christ claim every nation, Your banner wide unfurled ; Go forth and preach salvation, Salvation for the world. Benjamin Gough (1805 — ), 1865. Ab. 456 MISSIONS. 636 637 7. 6. D. *' TJie Salvation of Israel." — Ps. xiv. O that the Lord's salvation Were out of Zion come, To heal His ancient nation, To lead His outcasts home. How long the holy city Shall heathen feet profane ? Return, O Lord, in pity ; Rebuild her walls again. Let fall Thy rod of terror, Thy saving grace impart ; Roll back the veil of error, Release the fettered heart. Let Israel, home returning, Her lost Messiah see ; Give oil of jov for mourning, And bind Thy Church to Thee. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1834 6. 6. 4, 6. 6. 6. 4. "Speed on Thy Word." Lord of all power and might, Father of love and light, Speed on Thy Word : O let the gospel sound All the wide world around, Wherever man is found : God speed His Word. Hail, blessed Jubilee : Thine, Lord, the glory be ; Hallelujah ! Thine was the mighty plan, From Thee the work began : 638 missions. 457 Awav with praise of man. Glory to God ! Lo, what embattled foes, Stern in their hate, oppose God's holy Word: One for His truth we stand, Strong in His own right hand, Firm as a martvr-band : God shield His Word. Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force ; God is before : His word ere long shall run Free as the noon-day sun ; His purpose must be done : God bless His Word. Rev. Hugh Stowell (1799— 1865), 1854. 51. alt. 6. 6. 4, 6. 6. 6. 4. '■Let there be Light .'" — Gen. i. 3. 2 Cor. iv. 6. Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight ; Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, "Let there be light!"' Thou, who didst come to bring On Thy redeeming wing Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, vSight to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind "Let there be light!" 45^ MISSIONS. 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth Thy flight : Move o'er the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place ' ' Let there be light ! ' ' 4 Blessed and Holy Three, Glorious Trinity, Wisdom, Love, Might ; Boundless as ocean's tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, "Let there be light ! " Rev. John Marriott (1780— 1825), 1816 8. 7. 4. Good Tidings to Zion. — Is. lii. 7. 639 i On the mountain's top appearing, Lo, the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing, Zion long in hostile lands : || : Mourning captive, :|| God Himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? || : Cease thy mourning: :|| Zion still is well-beloved. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; He Himself appears thy Friend ; All thy foes shall flee before thee ; Here their boasts and triumphs end : missions. 459 || : Great deliverance :|| Zion's King vouchsafes to send. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769 — 1S55), 1806. Ab. C /tfi 8. 7. 4. OTTv Light in the Darkness.— Matt. iv. 16. i O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; Sun of Righteousness, arising, Bring the bright, the glorious day : || : Send the Gospel :|| To the earth's remotest bound. 2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, Thy glorious light, And from eastern coast to western May the morning chase the night ; || : And redemption, :|| Freely purchased, win the day. 3 Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel, Win and conquer, never cease : May thy lasting wide dominions Multiply, and still increase ; || : Sway Thy sceptre, :|| Saviour, all the world around. Rev. William Williams (1717 — 1791), 1772. Ab. and alt. CAT c- M- D- 0 A X "Put on Thy Strength."— Is. li. 9. i Awake, awake, put on Thy strength, O arm of Christ the Lord ; Awake, as in the ancient days, Fresh triumphs now record. Thou dryest up the mighty sea, The waters of the deep, That joy might spring in saddened hearts, And mourners cease to weep. 460 MISSIONS. 2 Thy ransomed people passed the wave, They trod the Red Sea floor ; The cloudy pillar frowned behind, But smiled with light before. Lift up Thine arm, display Thy light, Again to guard and guide : Beneath Thy banner, mighty Lord, We too have crossed the tide. 3 On, on we haste with holy zeal, Since Thou the path hast blest ; The distant mountains rise in view, Thy seat of peace and rest. There lies the City of our God, The City beaming bright ; Where shines nor sun, nor moon, nor star, The Lamb its only light. T. T. N, 1870. Ab. 642 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6.4. "Christ for the World." Christ for the world we sing ; The world to Christ we bring, With loving zeal ; The poor, and them that mourn, The faint and overborne, Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, Whom Christ doth heal. Christ for the world we sing ; The world to Christ we bring, With fervent prayer : The wayward and the lost, By reckless passion tossed, Redeemed, at countless cost, . From dark despair. MISSIONS. 461 Christ for the world we sing ; The world to Christ we bring, With one accord ; With us the work to share, With us reproach to dare, With us the cross to bear, For Christ our Lord. Christ for the world we sing ; The world to Christ we bring, With joyful song; The new-born souls, whose days, Reclaimed from error's ways, Inspired with hope and praise, To Christ belong. Rev. Samuel Wolcott (1813 — ), 1869, C M The Gospel for all Nations. — Mark xiii. 10. Great God, the nations of the earth Are by creation Thine ; And in Thy works, by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine. But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind. Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasured in Thy mind. Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Till every tribe, and every soul, Shall hear the joyful sound? Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the gospel's rays, And build on sin's demolished throne The temples of Thy praise. Rev. Thomas Gibbons (1720—1783), 1769 Ab. and alt 643 462 THE STRUGGLE. Q ± i" " The Glory of the latter Day" i O God, our God, Thou shinest here, Thine own this latter day ; To us Thy radiant steps appear : We watch Thy glorious way. 2 Thou tookest once our flesh ; Thy face Once on our darkness shone ; Yet through each age new births of grace Still make Thy glory known. 3 Not only olden ages felt The presence of the Lord ; Not only with the fathers dwelt Thy Spirit and Thy word. 4 Doth not the Spirit still descend, And bring the heavenly fire ? Doth not He still Thy church extend, And waiting souls inspire ? 5 Come, Holy Ghost, in us arise ; Be this Thy mighty hour ; And make Thy willing people wise To know Thy day of power. Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819 — ), i860. Ab. WAV* "Soldiers 0/ the Cross, arise." i Soldiers of the cross, arise, Gird you with your armor bright ; Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight. O'er a faithless, fallen world, Raise your banner in the sky, Let it float there, wide unfurled, Bear it onward, lift it high. THE STRUGGLE. 463 2 'Mid the homes of want and woe, Strangers to the living Word, Let the Saviour's herald go, Let the voice of hope be heard. Where the shadows deepest lie, Carry truth's unsullied ray ; Where are crimes of blackest dye, There the saving sign display. 3 To the weary and the worn Tell of realms where sorrows cease ; To the outcast and forlorn Speak of mercy and of peace. Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, Comfort trouble, banish grief; With the Spirit's sword arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief. 4. Be the banner still unfurled, Bear it bravely still abroad, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of the Lord, Praise with songs of holy glee, Saints of earth and heavenly Host, Godhead One in persons Three, Father, Son. and Holy Ghost. Bp. William Walsham How (1823 — ), 1854. £AC 7. D. \J TW "Go, ye Messengers 0/ God." i Go, ye messengers of God, Like the beams of morning fly, Take the wonder-working rod, Wave the banner-cross on high, Where the lofty minaret Gleams along the morning skies, Wave it till the crescent set, And the ; ' Star of Jacob ' ' rise. 4^4 THK TRIUMPH. 2 Go to many a tropic isle, In the bosom of the deep, Where the skies for ever smile, And th' oppressed for ever weep. O'er the negro's night of care Pour the living light of Heaven ; Chase away the fiend despair, Bid him hope to be forgiven. 3 Where the golden gates of day Open on the palmy East, Wide the bleeding cross display, Spread the gospel's richest feast. Bear the tidings round the ball, Visit every soil and sea ; Preach the cross of Christ to all, Christ, whose love is full and free. Rev. Joshua Marsden (1777 — 1837), 1812 OTb / The Vittory anticipated. — Ps. lxxii. i Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, When, beneath Messiah's sway, Every nation, every clime, Shall the gospel call obey. Mightiest kings His power shall own, Heathen tribes His Name adore : Satan and his host o'erthrown, Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, Then be banished grief and pain ; Righteousness, and joy, and peace, Undisturbed shall ever reign. Time shall sun and moon obscure, ■ Seas be dried, and rocks be riven, THY KINGDOM COME. 465 But His reign shall still endure. Endless as the days of Heaven. Miss Harriet Auber (.1773—1862), 1829. Ab. 7. D. The Song of Jubilee 648 1 Hark, the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore : Hallelujah ! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign ; Hallelujah ! let the word Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah ! hark, the sound, From the centre to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies. See Jehovah's banners furled, [done, Sheathed His sword: He speaks; 'tis And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of His Sou. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole With illimitable sway : He shall reign, when like a scroll Yonder heavens have passed away. Then the end ; beneath His rod Man's last enemv shall fall: Hallelujah ! Christ in God, God in Christ, is All in all. James Montgomery (1 771— 1854), 1819, 1825. 1717. PAQ 8. 7. D. UTw "So shall He sprinkle many Nations." — Is. Hi 15. i Saviour, sprinkle many nations, Fruitful let Thy sorrows be ; By Thy pains and consolations, 466 THY KINGDOM COME- Draw the Gentiles unto Thee : Of Thy cross the wondrous story, Be it to the nations told Let them see Thee in Thy glory, And Thy mercy manifold. 2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for Thee each mortal breast ; Human tears for Thee are flowing, Human hearts in Thee would rest, Thirsting, as for dews of even, As the new-mown grass for rain ; Thee, they seek, as God of Heaven, Thee as Man for sinners slain. 3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting, Stretched the hand, and strained the sight, For Thy Spirit, new creating Love's pure flame and wisdom's light; Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung. Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1818— ), 1851 enn 8- 7- D •, UvW "Come over and help us."1 — Acts xvi. 9. i Hark, what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky ? 'Tis the cry of heathen nations, "Come and help us, or we die." Lost and helpless and desponding, Wrapt in error's night they lie ; To their cries your hearts responding, Haste to help them ere they die. THK TRIUMPH. 467 2 Hark, again those lamentations Rolling sadly through the sky ; Louder cry the heathen nations, "Come and help us, or we die." Hear the heathen's sad complaining; Christians, hear their dying cry ; And the love of Christ constraining, Join to help them ere they die. Rev. John Cawood (1775—1852), iGiq. Alt. £C1 11.10. 001 The latter Day. i Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ; Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning ; Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; Hail to the millions from bondage return- ing ; Gentiles and Jews the blest vision be- hold. 3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are spring- ing ; Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing ; Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 468 THE TRIUMPH. 4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; Fallen are the engines of war and com- motion ; Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. Thomas Hastings (1784 — 1872), 1823. 11. 10. The Church victorious. 652 i Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sad- ness ; Wake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more : Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness ; Rise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 2 Strong were thy foes ; but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was might- ier far : They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them : Vain were their steeds and their char- iots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be ; Shout, for the foe is destroyed that en- slaved thee ; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. Fitzgerald's Collection, 1830 THY KINGDOM COME. 469 rro c. m. WWW The Restoration of Israel. — Is. Hi. 1 — 10 i Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head ; Again in thy Redeemer trust : He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array ; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth ; Say to the South, "Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O North." 4 They come, they come ; thine exiled bands; Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard Thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825, 1853. Ab 654 TJu Martyr-Spirit. i The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in His train ? 2 Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears His cross below, He follows is His train. 3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save : 47° THY KINGDOM COME. 4 Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong : Who follows in his train ? 5 A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and name. 6 They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1827. Ab. rrr cm. |j\J\J Prayer heard, arid Z1011 restored. — Ps. cii. 13 — 21. i LKT Zion and her sons rejoice ; Behold the promised hour : Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt His power. 2 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there ; Nations shall bow before His Name, And kings attend with fear. 3 He sits a Sovereign on His throne, With pity in His eyes ; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. 4 He frees the souls condemned to death, Nor when His saints complain, Shall it be said, that praying breath Was ever spent in vain. Rev Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1719. Ab THY KINGDOM COME, 471 bOQ The Millennium .— Micah. iv. 1, 2. Is. ii 1—4. 1 Behold, the Mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise, Above the mountains and the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. 2 The beam that shines on Zion's hill Shall lighten every land ; The King who reigns in Zion's towers Shall all the world command. 3 Xo strife shall vex Messiah's reign, Or mar the peaceful 3Tears ; [swords, To ploughshares soon they beat their To pruning-hooks their spears. 4 No longer hosts encountering hosts Their millions slain deplore ; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 5 Come, then, O come from every land, To worship at His shrine ; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. Michael Bruce (1746 — 1767), 1781. Ab CK7 CM- Ow I Mustering the Host.— Isa. xiii. 4. i Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass, Ye bars of iron, yield ; And let the King of glory pass : The cross is in the field. 2 That banner, brighter than the star That leads the train of night, Shines on their march, and guides from far His servants to the fight. 472 THY KINGDOM COMH. 3 Ye armies of the living God, His sacramental host, Where hallowed footsteps never trod, Take your appointed post. 4 Uplifted are the gates of brass, The bars of iron yield ; Behold the King of glory pass : The cross hath won the field. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1854? Ab CPQ 10s. W wO Gentiles coming i?ito the Church. i Risk, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise : Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes ; See Heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day. 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, See future sons and daughters yet unborn In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars thronged with pros- trate kings, While every land its joyful tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt a way ; THY KINGDOM COME. 473 But fixed His Word, His saving power remains ; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. Alexander Pope (1688— 1744J, 1712. Ab. auu alt. C. M. Home Missions. 659 1 Ox Zion and on Lebanon, On Carmel's blooming height, On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone The glory, pure and bright. t From thence its mild and cheering ray Streamed forth from land to land ; And empires now behold its day ; And still its beams expand. 3 But ah, our deserts deep and wild See not this heavenly light ; No sacred beams, no radiance mild, Dispel their dreary night. 4 Thou, who didst lighten Zion's hill, On Carmel who didst shine, Our deserts let Thy glory fill, ^hy excellence divine. Bp. Henry Ustick Onderdonk (1789— 1858), 1826. Ab. ££H 7.6. D. WWW Meeting the Bridegroom. 1 Awake, awake, O Zion, Put on thy strength divine, Thy garments bright in beauty, The bridal dress be thine ■ Jerusalem the holy, To purity restored ; Meek Bride, all fair and lowly, Go forth and meet thv Lord. 474 THY KINGDOM COMR. 2 The Lamb who bore our sorrow? Comes down to earth again ; No sufferer now, but Victor, For evermore to reign ; To reign in every nation, To rule in every zone : O wide-world coronation, In every heart a throne. 3 Awake, awake, O Zion, The bridal day draws nigh, The day of signs and wonders, And marvels from on high : Thy sun uprises slowly, But keep thou watch and ward ; Fair Bride, all pure and lowly, Go forth to meet thy Lord. Benjamin Gough (1805 — ), 1865. Ab. CC1 7- 6- D- OUi " Mighty to save." — Is. lxiii. 1. i He comes in blood-stained garments Upon His brow a crown ; The gates of brass fly open, The iron bands drop down ; From off the fettered captive The chains of Satan fall, While angels shout triumphant, That Christ is Lord of all. 2 O Christ, His love is mighty, Long-suffering is His grace ; And glorious is the splendor That beameth from His face. 662 FOR THOSE AT SEA. 475 Our hearts up-leap in gladness When we behold that love, As we go singing onward To dwell with Him above. Mrs. Charitie Lees Bancroft (1841— ), i860. Ab. 8. 7. D. Christ on the Lake of Galilee. — Mark iv. 38. i Tossed upon life's raging billow, Sweet it is, O Lord, to know, Thou didst press a sailor's pillow, And canst feel a sailor's woe. Never slumbering, never sleeping, Though the night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keeping, "All, all's well," Thy constant cheer. 2 And though loud the wind is howling, Fierce though flash the lightnings red, Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling O'er the sailor's anxious head ; Thou canst calm the raging ocean, All its noise and tumult still, Hush the tempest's wild commotion, At the bidding of Thy will. 3 Thus my heart the hope will cherish, While to Thee I lift mine eye, Thou wilt save me ere I perish, Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry ; And though mast and sail be riven, Life's short voyage will soon be o'er; Safely moored in Heaven's wide haven, Storms and tempests vex no more. Rev. George Washington Bethune (1805—1862^, 1S47. Alt 476 FOR THOSE AT SEA. nno l. m. VlJJ For Seamen. — Ps. cvii. 23 — 30. i O God, who metest in Thy hand The waters of the mighty sea, And barrest ocean with the sand By Thy perpetual decree : 2 When they who to the sea go down, And in the waters ply their toil, Are lifted on the surge's crown, And plunged where seething eddies boil; 3 Rule then, O Lord, the ocean's wrath, And bind the tempest with Thy will ; Tread, as of old, the water's path, [still." And speak Thy bidding, "Peace, be 4 And when there shall be sea no more, Save that of mingled flame and glass, Where goes no galley sped by oar, Where gallant ships no longer pass ; 5 When dawns the Resurrection morn, Upon that shore, O Jesus, stand, And give Thy pilgrims, faint and worn, Their welcome to the Happy Land. Rev. Richard Frederick Littledale (1833— ), 1867. Ab. CCA L M- 00 it Prayer for Mariners, i While o'er the deep Thy servants sail, Send Thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale ; And on their hearts, where'er they go, O let Thy heavenly breezes blow. 2 If on the morning's wings they fly, They will not pass beyond Thine eye : The wanderer's prayer Thou bend'st to And faith exults to know Thee near, [hear, IX DANGER AND DEATH. 477 3 When tempests rock the groaning bark, O hide them safe in Jesus' ark ; When in the tempting port they ride, O keep them safe at Jesus' side. 4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar, Still guide them to the heavenly shore : And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, Abroad, at home, or in the deep. Bp. George Burgess '1809 — 1866), 1804. 000 "Save, Lord, or we perish." — Mark viii 25. 1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red light- ning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we perish ! ' ' 2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy' pillow, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or wTe perish ! ' ' Bp. Reginald Hebcr (.1783—1826), 1820. Ab. and alt. CCC 8.7.4. 000 The guiding Star. i Star of peace, to wanderers weary, Bright the beams that smile on me ; || : Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, Far, far at sea. :JI 478 J>* DANGER AND DEATH. 2 Star of hope, gleam on the billow, Bless the soul that sighs for Thee ; || : Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, Far, far at sea. :|| 3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking All his toil, he flies to Thee ; || : Save him on the billows rocking, Far, far at sea. :|| 4 Star divine, O safely guide him, Bring the wanderer home to Thee : || : Sore temptations long have tried him, Far, far at sea. :|| Mrs. Jane Bell Cross Simpson, 1830. Ab UU j In Sickness. 1 When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond the cage, And long to fly away. 2 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, Whose love can never end ; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend ; 3 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, To trust His firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His ; 4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740 — 1778), 1776. Ab. HOME AND REST. 479 ££Q s. m. UUO Wearing Home. i One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er, Nearer my parting hour am I Than e'er I was before. 2 Nearer my Father's house, Where many mansions be ; Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns, Nearer the crystal sea ; 3 Nearer my going home, leaving my burden down, Leaving my cross of heavy grief, Wearing my starry crown. 4 Nearer that hidden stream, Winding through shades of night, Rolling its cold, dark waxes between Me and the world of light. 5 Jesus, to Thee I cling : Strengthen my arm of faith ; Stay near me while my way-worn feet Press through the stream of death. Mibs Phoebe Cary (1825 — X871), 1852. Ab. and alt ©by " The Death 0/ the Righteous." i O for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord : O be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward. 2 Their bodies in the ground, In silent hope may lie, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound Shall call them to the sky. 480 HOM£ and rkst. 3 Their ransomed spirits soar, On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with Him above. 4 With us their names shall live Through long-succeeding years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give, Our praises and our tears. James Montgomery (1771— 1854), 1804. Ab. and much alt. U/U Resting in Hope. i Rest for the toiling hand, Rest for the anxious brow, Rest for the weary, way-sore feet, Rest from all labor now. 2 Rest for the fevered brain, Rest for the throbbing eye ; [more Through these parched lips of thine no Shall pass the moan or sigh. 3 Soon shall the trump of God Give out the welcome sound, That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, And breaks the turf-sealed ground. 4 Ye dwellers in the dust, Awake, come forth and sing ; Sharp has your frost of winter been, But bright shall be your spring. 5 'Twas sown in weakness here, 'Twill then be raised in power : That which was sown an earthly seed, Shall rise a heavenly flower. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— J. 1857. Ab. 671 672 THE END IN VIEW. 481 6.5. D The Hour 0/ Trial. In the hour of trial, Jesus, pray for me ; Lest by base denial I depart from Thee : When Thou seest me waver, With a look recall, Nor for fear or favor, Suffer me to fall. If with sore affliction Thou in love chastise, Pour Thy benediction On the sacrifice : Then, upon Thine altar Freely offered up, Though the flesh may falter, Faith shall drain the cup. When in dust and ashes To the grave I sink, While Heaven's glory flashes O'er the shelving brink, On Thy truth relying Through that mortal strife, Lord, receive me, dving, To eternal life. James Montgomery, 1835. Ab 8. 7. "This is not your Rest." — Micah. ii. 10. This is not my place of resting ; Mine's a city yet to come ; Onward to it I am hasting, On to my eternal home. 4^2 WITH THE LORD. 2 In it all is light and glory ; O'er it shines a nightless day : Every trace of sin's sad story > All the curse, hath passed away. 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along, On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain ; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1845. nnn s. m. U/J Far from Home. — Ps. cxxxvii. i Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, " Blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest." 2 Upon the willows long My harp has silent hung : How should I sing a cheerful song Till Thou inspire my tongue ? 3 My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee ; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. 4 To thee, to thee, I press, A dark and toilsome road : When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode? 5 God of my life, be near : On Thee my hopes I cast ; THE BETTER UFE. 4R3 O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), l834- O I TT "For ever with the Lord." i For ever with the Lord : Amen, so let it be ; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul? how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear. 4 Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, . The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. 5 ' ' Forever with the Lord ; ' ' Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word E'en here to me fulfil. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1835. Ab. UiW " I -would not live alivay ." i I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; [here, The few lurid mornings, that dawn on us Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 484 THE BETTER LIFE. 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without and corruption within ; E' en the rapture of pardon is mingled wi th fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent. tears. 3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; Away from yon Heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, [soul. And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg (1796 — 1877), 1823. 676 The Last SL-ep. i Sleep thy last sleep ! Free from care and sorrow ; FUXKRAL HYMNS. 485 Rest, where none weep, Till th' eternal morrow: Though dark waves roll O'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul Jesus can deliver. Life's dream is past ; All its sin, and sadness; Brightly, at last, Dawns the day of gladness : Under thy sod, Earth, receive our treasure, To rest in God, Waiting all His pleasure. Though we may mourn Those in life the dearest, They shall return, Christ, when Thou appearest : Soon shall Thy voice Comfort those now weeping, Bidding rejoice All in Jesus sleeping. Rev. Edward Arthur Dayman (1807 — ), 1868 13.11. Gone to the Grave. 677 i Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encom- pass the tomb : The Saviour has passed through its por- tal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. 486 THE END WELCOMED. 2 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no lon- ger behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lin- gered long ; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee ; Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide : He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee ; And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783—1826), 1812. C7Q s- M- D- 0/0 " The Time is short." — 1 Cor. vii. 29. i A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day ; THE END WELCOMED. 4S7 O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. A few7 more storms shall beat On this wild, rock}' shore ; And wTe shall be wThere tempests cease, And surges swell no more. — Cho. A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. — Cho. 'Tis but a little while, And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign. — Cho. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808 — ), 1857. Ab. P. M. ' Immanuel' s Land. 679 i The sands of time are sinking, The dawm of Heaven breaks ; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes : Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel' s land. 2 O Christ, He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams of earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above. There to an ocean fulness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuers land. 488 THE END WELCOMED. 3 The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face ; I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace ; Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand : The Lamb is all the glory Of Immanuel's land. Mrs. Annie Ross Cousin, 1857. Ah. 680 "Asleep'in jesus." i Asleep in Jesus : blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep, A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus : O how sweet To be for such a slumber meet ; With holy confidence to sing, That death hath lost his venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus : peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus : O for me May such a blissful refuge be ; Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus : far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. Mrs.. Margaret Maekay (1801— \, 1832. Ab. FUNERAL HYMNS. 489 £Q1 L-M- U01 The Death 0/ the Righteous. — Num. xxiii. 10. i How blest the righteous, when he dies, When sinks a wear}' soul to rest : How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast. 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around. A calm which life nor death destroys ; And naught disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies ; While Heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies !" Mrs. Anna Lsetitia Barbauld (1743 — 1825), 1773. Ab. and alt. 682 6. 6. 4 6. 6. 6 4. Resignation. i Lowly and solemn be Thy children's cry to Thee, Father divine : A hymn of suppliant breath ; ||: Owning that life and death :|| Alike are Thine. 2 O Father, in that hour, \\ nen earth all succoring power Shall disavow ; When spear, and shield, and crown, l|: In faintness are cast down ; :|| Sustain us, Thou. 49° FUNERAL HYMNS. 3 By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay ||: Was not to pass away ; :|| Aid us, O God. 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine : Hear, hear our suppliant breath ; || : Keep us in life and death, :|| Thine, only Thine. Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Heinnns (1794 — 1835), 1832. Ab. £00 L- M 61- 000 Peacejul S.'eep. i Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, || : And give these sacred relics room, To seek a slumber in the dust. :|| 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes || : Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. :|| 3 vSo Jesus slept : God's dying Son [bed; Passed through the grave, and blest the || : Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. :|| 4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn ; Attend, O earth, His sovereign word ; || : Restore thy trust: a glorious form Shall then ascend to meet the Lord. :j| Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 174SJ, 1734. Alt FUNERAL HYMNS. 49I CQ/1 s- M- D- DOT" On the Death of a Minister. i Servant of God, well done, Rest from thy loved employ ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy. The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame, He fell, but felt no fear. 2 At midnight came the cry, 1 ' To meet thy God prepare ! ' ' He woke, and caught his Captain's eye ; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit with a bound Left its encumbering clay ; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darkened ruin lay. 3 The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease, And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done, Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy. Jame^ Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825. Ab. rpc s. m.d. UOw Sig7ial Consecration and Courage. i O Shepherd of the sheep, High Priest of things to come, Who didst in grace Thy servant keep, And take him sweetly home : 492 LIFE AND DEATH. His heart was Thine alone, From selfish longings free ; Thy throne the cross, a cross his throne, His life was hid in Thee. 2 So, trusting in Thy might, He won a fair renown ; So, waxing valiant in the fight, He trod the lion down ; Then rendered up to Thee The charge Thy love had given, And passed away, Thy face to see Revealed in highest Heaven. V. S. C. Coles, 1868. Ab. £Q£ C. M. yylj " Marching to the Tomb." i Through sorrow's night and danger's Amid the deepening gloom, [path, We, soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat. 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie ; For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise To seek its kindred sky. LIFE AND DEATH. 493 5 These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep. 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays, And the long-silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. Henry Kirke White (1785— 18&6), 1806. CQ7 c- M- yQ / " To live is Christ, and to die is Gain." — Phil. i. 21. i Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. 2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that unto God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 3 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me Thy blessed face to see ; [meet "^or, if Thv work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be ? 4 Then I shall end my sad complaints. And weary sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise. 5 My knowledge of that life is small ; The eye of faith is dim ; But it's enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. Rev. Richard Baxter (161 5 — 1689), 1681. Ab. and ait 494 FUNERAL HYMNS. QOU A Student's Death. i Brother, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry, Yet we know from thee to-day Ever}' pain hath passed away. 2 Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God and heir of Heaven ; For He gave thee sweet release ; Thine the Christian's death of peace. 3 Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death ; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb. 4 Brother, in that solemn trust We commend thee, dust to dust; In that faith we wait, till, risen Thou shalt meet us all in Heaven 5 While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept ; With thy Saviour thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified, and blest. Rev. James Henry Bancroft (1819 — 1844), 1842. 00 w Citizenship in Heaven. — Ps xv. i Who, O Lord, when life is o'er, Shall to Heaven's blest mansions soar? Who, an ever-welcome guest, In Thy holy place shall rest ? 2 He whose heart Thy love has warmed ; He, whose will to Thine conformed, Bids his life unsullied run ; He whose words and thoughts are one ; THE SECOND COMING. 495 He who shuns the sinner's road, Loving those who love their God ; Who, with hope and faith unfeigned, Treads the path by Thee ordained ; He who trusts in Christ alone, Not in aught himself hath done ; He, great God, shall be Thy care, And Thy choicest blessings share. Rev. James Merrick (1720 — 1769), 1765. Alt. 7. The Dead in Christ.' 690 1 They whose course on earth is o'er, Think they of their brethren more ? They before the Throne who bow. Feel they for their brethren now ? 2 Yea, the dead in Christ have still Part in all our joy and ill ; ■ Keeping all our steps in view, Guiding them, it may be, too. 3 We, by enemies distrest, They, in Paradise at rest ; We the captives, they the freed, We and they are one indeed. 4 One in all we seek or shun ; One, because our Lord is One ; One in heart, and one in love : We below, and they above. Rev. John Mason Neale (1818— 1866), 1844 rOI 8 7,8.8. 7. Uw'l Earth and Heaven shaken. — Heb. xii. 26. i The Lord of might from Sinai's brow Gave forth His voice of thunder ; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder. 496 THE SECOND COMING. Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder. 2 The Lord of love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger, Upraised to Heaven His languid eye In nature's hour of danger: For us He bore the weight of woe. For us He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father's anger. 3 The Lord of love, the Lord of might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated ; With trumpet-sound, and angel-song, And hallelujahs loud and long, O'er death and hell defeated. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1827 CQO 8. 7. D. UwfaJ "He is coming." i He is coming, He is coming, Not as once He came before, Wailing infant, born in weakness On a lowly stable floor : But upon His cloud of glory, In the crimson-tinted sky, Where we see the golden sunrise In the rosy distance lie. 2 He is coming, He is coming, Not as once He wandered through All the hostile land of Judah, With His followers poor and few : THE SECOND COMING. 497 But with all the holy angels Waiting round His Judgment-seat, And the chosen twelve Apostles Sitting crowned at His feet. 3 He is coming, He is coming; Let His lowly first estate, And His tender love, so teach us That in faith and hope we wait, Till in glory eastward burning, Our redemption draweth near ; And we see the sign in Heaven Of our Judge and Saviour dear. Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1856 — 1879), 1874. Ai>. OQQ P. M. \J\jQ "Thou a rt com i$tg, ' i Thou art coming, O my Saviour, Thou art coming, O my King, In Thy beauty all-resplendent, fn Th}T glory all-transcendent; Well may we rejoice and sing; Coming ! In the opening east Herald brightness slowly swells ; Coming ! O my glorious Priest, Hear we not Trry golden bells? 2 Thou art coming, Thou art coming ; We shall meet Thee on Thy way, We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee All our hearts could never say ; What an anthem that will be, Bringing out our love to Thee, Pouring out our rapture sweet At Thine own all-glorious feet. 49§ THE FINAL JOY. 3 O the joy to see Thee reigning, Thee, my own beloved Lord ! Even- tongue Thy Name confessing, Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Brought to Thee with one accord ; Thee, my Master and my Friend, Vindicated and enthroned, Unto earth's remotest end Glorified, adored, and owned. Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836— 1879), 1874. Ab. OStT The final' Joy. i Wake, awake, for night is flying, The watchmen on the heights are crying; Awake, Jerusalem, at last ! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices: Come forth, ye virgins, night is past ! The Bridegroom comes, awake, Your lamps with gladness take ; Hallelujah! And for His marriage-feast prepare, For ye must go to meet Him there. 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom ; For her Lord comes down all-glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her Star is risen, her Light is come ! Ah, come, Thou blessed One, God's own beloved Son ; Hallelujah ! We follow till the halls we see, Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee. Rev. Philip Nicolai (1556— 1608), 1598. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth ^829—1878), 1858. Ab The final joy. 499 OwQ ".Vein Lebenslicht." i Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My strength by day, my trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins opprest. 2 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour ; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where Thou hast been. 3 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust ; The gates of Heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 4 And when the last great day is come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the O sit me then upon Thy right, [doom, Among the angels pure and bright. Rev. Martin Behemb ( 1557 — 1622), 1606. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth, 1858. Ab. and si. alt CQC 8- 7- 7- 7- \J\J\J "Adperennh Vitae Forttem." i Ox the fount of life eternal Gazing wistful and athirst ; Yearning, straining, from the prison Of confining flesh to burst ; Here the soul an exile sighs For her native Paradise. 2 There the saints of God, resplendent As the sun in all its might, Evermore rejoice together. Crowned with diadems of light ; 500 THE FINAL JOY. And from peril safe at last, Count up all their triumphs past. 3 Happy they, who with them seated Shall in all their glory share ! O that we, our days completed, Might be but admitted there ! There with them the praise to sing Of our glorious God and King. Peter Damiani (1007 — 1072), Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814—1878), 1858. Ab. and si. alt. 697 8. 7, 7. 7. sind die vor Gottes Stuhl ? ' Who are these like stars appearing, These, before God's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia ! hark, they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. These, like priests have watched and waited, Offering up to Christ their will, Soul and body consecrated, Day and night they serve Him still : Xow, in God's most holy place, Blest they stand before His face. Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them, On Mount Zion's pastures fair ; From His central throne He leads them By the living fountain there : Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme. Free He gives the cooling stream. Rev. Heinrich Theobald Schenk 1 — r727)i Tr. by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox 1 ), 1S41. Ab. THE SECOND COMING. 501 Qy^Q ISov 6 Nii(i(fnos epxerat. i Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright ; But woe to that dull servant, whom the Master shall surprise With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes. 2 Do thou, my soul, beware, beware lest thou in sleep sink down, Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden crown ; But see that thou be sober, with watchful eye, and thus Cry, " Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy upon us." 3 That day, the day of fear, shall come ; my soul slack not thy toil, But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil ; Who knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide, 1 ' Behold the Bridegroom comes. Arise ! Go forth to meet the Bride." 4 Beware, my soul, take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie, And, like the five, remain without, and knock, and vainly cry ; But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on His own bright wedding-robe of light, the glory of the Son. Rev. Gerard Moultrie (18^9 — ). 1S6?. AL 502 THE SECOND COMING. £QQ 8.7.4. Www Christ's Second Coming. i Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train : || : Hallelujah! :|| God appears, on earth to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, || : Deeply wailing, :|| Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear : All His saints, by men rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air : || : Hallelujah! :|| See the day of God appear. 4 Yea, amen ; let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne : Saviour, take the power and glory ; Claim the kingdom for Thine own : || : O come quickly, :|| Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1758. V. 1. 2. 4 Rev. John Cennick (1717 — 1755), 1752. V. \. Rev. Martin Madan (1726 — 1790), 1760. Ab. 7flfi 8,7.4. / vU "Surely 1 come quickly." — Rev. xxii. 20. I O'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day ; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, THE JUDGMENT. 503 Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray : : 'Tis thy Saviour, :|| On His bright, returning way. O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee ; Life is dark, and earth is dreary Where Thy light I do not see : || : O my Saviour, :|| When wilt Thou return to me? Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand ; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, || : O my Saviour, :|| In Thy bright and promised land. With my lamp well-trimmed and burning. Swift to hear, and slow to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home, || : Come, my Saviour, :|| O my Saviour, quickly come. Rev John Samuel Bewley Monseli C1811— 1875), 1865 L. M. Dies irce, dies ilia. 701 i That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll. The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet. and yet more dread. Swells the high trump thatwakes the dead; 504 THE JUDGMENT. 3 O on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Thomas of Celano, c. 1250 Sir Walter Scott (1771— 1832), 1805- 709 C. P. M. i \J tmi Death and Judgment a7iticipated. i O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress ; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. 2 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at Thy bar ; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ? 3 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure, Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all Thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 4 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live, And reign with Thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 — 1788), 1749. Ab. and alt. v. 3. 703 THE NEW JERUSALEM. 505 C. M. 51. "Jerusalem, my happy Home." i Jerusalem, my happy home, Xame ever dear to me, When shall my labors have an end || : In joy, and peace, and thee? :|| 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built And pearly gates behold ; [walls Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, ||: And streets of shining gold? :|| 3 O when, thou city of my God, Shall I Thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, : And Sabbaths have no end? :|| 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Xor sin nor sorrow know : [scenes Blest seats, through rude and stormy || : I onward press to you. :|| 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ, below. : Will join the glorious band. :|| 5 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee : Then shall my labors have an end, : When I thy joys shall see. :|| Unknown. Williams and Boden's Collection, 1801. Ab. 7fM CM. 51. I V "I "O Mother dear, Jerusalem." i O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end ? || : Thy joys when shall I see ? 506 HKAVKN. 2 O happy harbor of God's saints, O sweet and pleasant soil ; In thee no sorrow can be found, || : Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. :|| 3 No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, || : For God Himself gives light. :|| 4 Thy walls are made of precious stone, Thy bulwarks diamond-square, Thy gates are all of orient pearl : || : O God, if I were there ! :|| 5 Right through thy streets with pleasing The flood of life doth flow, [sound And on the banks, on either side, || : The trees of life do grow. :|| 6 Those trees each month yield ripened fruit ; For evermore they spring, And all the nations of the earth || : To thee their honors bring. :|| 7 O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end ? || : Thy joys when shall I see? :|| Rev. Francis Haker ( ), 1616. All. Rev. David Dickson (1583—1663), 1649. Ab / U 0 " Peace ivitli in . ' ' i Ziox, at thy shining gates, Lo, the King of glory waits ; Haste thy Monarch's pomp to greet, Strew thy palms before His feet. HEAVEN 507 2 Christ, for Thee their triple light. Faith, and hope, and love unite ; This the beacon we display, To proclaim Thine advent da}-. 3 Come, and give us peace within ; Loose us from the bonds of sin ; Give us grace Thy yoke to wear ; Give us strength Thy cross to bear. 4 So, when Thou shalt come again, Judge of angels and of men, We, with all Thy saints, shall sing Hallelujahs to our King. Rev. Benjamin Hall Kennedy (1804 — ), 1863. Ab 7f\£ 7. 6 8. 6. D. /UU The Saints ntarchin i Tex thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright. The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light : 'Tis finished, all is finished, Their fight with death and sin : Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of hallelujahs Fills all the earth and sky ; What ringing of a thousand harps Bespeaks the triumph nigh. O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made : O joy, for all its former woes A thousand fold repaid. 3 O then what raptured greetings On Canaan's happy shore ; 508 HEAVEN. What knitting severed friendships up, Where partings are no more. Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, That brimmed with tears of late : Orphans no longer fatherless, Nor widows desolate. Rev. Henry Alford (1810— 1871), 1866. 7fi7 7D- JU J Heaven in Prospecl. — Rev. vii. 9. i Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light, Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim, in joyful psalms, Victory through His cross alone. 2 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, "Take the kingdom, it is Thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords." Round the altar, priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness, And His blood, that made them so. 3 Who were these? — On earth they dwelt, Sinners once of Adam's race, Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt, But were saved by sovereign grace. They were mortal, too, like us : Ah, when we, like them, shall die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine on high. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1820 HEAVKN. 509 I UO The Song of the Ransomed. — Rev. v. 13. i See the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand ; This before the throne their strain, 44- Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829 — 1878), 1858. Ab. r7QQ 6.7,6. i &yj "//err Gctt, wir dan ken Dir." i Lord God, we worship Thee : In loud and happy chorus We praise Thy love and power, Whose goodness reigneth o'er us. To heaven our song shall soar, For ever shall it be Resounding o'er and o'er, Lord God, we worship Thee. 2 Lord God, we worship Thee : For Thou our land defehdest ; Thou pourest down Thy grace, And strife and war Thou endest. Since golden peace, O Lord, Thou grantest us to see, Our land with one accord, Lord God, gives thanks to Thee. OCCASIONAL. 533 Lord God, we worship Thee : Thou didst indeed chastise us, Yet still Thy anger spares, And still Thy mercy tries us. Once more our Father's hand Doth bid our sorrows flee, And peace rejoice our land ; Lord God, we worship Thee. Johann Frank (1618 — 1677), 1835. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth, 1862. Ab. 7A0 L- M- i "T \J Forefathers' Day. i O God, beneath Thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea ; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee. 2 Thou heard' st, well pleased, the song, the prayer : Thy blessing came, and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour. 3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves. 4 And here Thy Name, O God of love, Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more. Rev. Leonard Bacon (.1802—1880). 1838 1S45. Ab. 534 OCCASIONAL. 7A1 6- 5- D- I Tl -4 Summer Song. i Summer suns are glowing Over land and sea ; Happy light is flowing, Bountiful and free. Everything rejoices In the mellow rays ; All earth's thousand voices Swell the psalm of praise. 2 God's free mercy streameth Over all the world, And His banner gleameth, Everywhere unfurled. Broad and deep and glorious, As the heaven above, Shines in might victorious His eternal love. 3 Iyord, upon our blindness, Thy pure radiance pour ; For Thy loving-kindness Makes us love Thee more. And when clouds are drifting Dark across cur sky, Then, the vail uplifting, Father, be Thou nigh. 4 We will never doubt Thee, Though Thou vail Thy light ; Life is dark without Thee, Death with Thee is bright. Light of light, shine o'er us On our pilgrim way, occasional. 535 Go Thou still before us To the endless day. Bp. William Walsham How (1823— ), 7/1 a 7. d. i^4l Harvest Hymn. i Come, ye thankful people, come. Raise the song of Harvest-home : All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin ; God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied : Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield ; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown ; First the blade, and then the ear. Then the full corn shall appear : Lord of Harvest, grant that we \\ nolesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come. And shall take His harvest home ; From His field shall in that day All offences purge away ; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast ; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so. Lord, quickly come To Thy final Harvest-home ; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin : 53^ OCCASIONAL There, forever purified, In Thy presence to abide : Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest-home. Rev. Henry Alford (1810—1871), 1845 !JAO 7. D. I x Q Thanksgiving or Fast. i Christ, by heavenly hosts adored, Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord, God of nations, King of kings, Head of all created things, By the Church with joy confest, God o'er all forever blest ; Pleading at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy people, bless our land. 2 On our fields of grass and grain Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain ; O'er our wide and goodly land Crown the labors of each hand ; Let Thy kind protection be O'er our commerce on the sea ; Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, Bless Thy people, bless our land. 3 Let our rulers ever be Men that love and honor Thee ; Let the powers by Thee ordained, Be in righteousness maintained ; In the people's hearts increase Love of piety and peace ; Thus, united we shall stand One wide, free, and happy land. Rev. Henry Harbaugh (1818—1867), i860. Ab. and alt. 744 OCCASIONAL. 537 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6.4. "J/y Country." My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land' of liberty, Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. Rev. Samuel Francis Smith u8o8 — ), 1832 538 OCCASIONAL. 745 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. " God save the State." God bless our native land : Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do Thou our country save By Thy great might. For her our prayer shall rise To God, above the skies; On Him we wait ; Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To Thee aloud we cry, God save the State. Rev. Charles Timothy Brooks (1813— 1883), 1835 Alt. hy Rev. John Sullivan Dwight (1813— ), 1844. S. M. D. The Landing of the Pilgrims. 746 1 Thk breaking waves dashed high, On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. '<-. 2 Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; occasional. 539 Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear : — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm the}' sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam. And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home ! What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God. Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1794 — 1835), 54° DOXOLOGIES. 1 C. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Tate and Brady, 1696. 2 S. M. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit, One and Three, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall forever be. Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1741. 3 L. M. Praisk God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bp. Thomas Ken (1637 — 171 1), 1697 4 L.M. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in Heaven. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674—1748), 1709 5 L. M. 61. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in Heaven ; As was through ages heretofore, Is now, and shall be evermore. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709. First 4 lines DOXOLOGIES. 541 6 C. P. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom Heaven's triumphant host And saints on earth adore ; Be glory as in ages past, As now it is, and so shall last, When time shall be no more. Tate and Brady, 1696. Alt. 7 L. P. M. Xow to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal praise and glory given, Through all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and Heaven. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719- 8 H. M. O God, for ever blest. To Thee all praise be given ; Thy Name Triune confest By all in earth and Heaven ; As heretofore it was, is now, And shall be so for evermore. Rev. Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825 — ), 1870 9 8.7. Praise the Father, earth and Heaven, Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, As it was, and is, be given Glory through eternal days. Unknown Author, 1827 542 DOXOI.OGIES. 10 8.7.D. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Lord, we offer to Thy Name : Young and old their praise expressing, Join Thy goodness to proclaim. As the saints in Heaven adore Thee, We would bow before Thy throne ; As the angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done ! Edward Osier (1798—1863), 1836. 11 8,7.4. Glory be to God the Father, Glory be to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit, Great Jehovah, Three in One : Glory, glory, While eternal ages run. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808— ), 1866. 12 7, 6. D. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God whom we adore, Join we with the heavenly host, To praise Thee evermore : Live, by Heaven and earth adored, Three in One, and One in Three, Holy, holy, holy Lord, All glorv be to Thee. 'Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1746. Alt. 13 Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as His love : Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Rev. Charles Wesley, 17.10. doxologies. 543 14 7.61. Praise the Name, of God most high, Praise Him, all below the sky, Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; As through countless ages past, Evermore His praise shall last. Unknown Author, 1827 15 7.61. God the Father, God of grace, Saviour, born of mortal race, Comforter, our Life and Light, One in essence, love and might ; Thee whom all in Heaven adore, We would worship evermore. Rev Ray Palmer (1808— ), 1873. 16 7. D. Praise our glorious King and Lord, Angels waiting on His word, Saints that walk with Him in white, Pilgrims walking in His light : Glory to the Eternal One, Glory to His Only Son, Glory to the Spirit be Now, and through eternity. Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson (1822 — ), 1869. 17 a, 4. To the great One in Three The highest praises be, Hence evermore ; His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Rev. Charles Wesley, i757. 544 DOXOI,OGIES. 18 6,4. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit, Three in One, All praise be given : Crown Him in every song ; To Him yonr hearts belong Let all His praise prolong On earth, in Heaven. Rev. Edwin Francis Hatfield (1807— 1883), 1843. 19 Aee praise and glory to the Father be And Son and Spirit, undivided Three, As hath been alway, shall be, and is now, To Thee, O God, the everlasting Thou. Bp. Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825 — ), 1870. 20 10,11. Ale glory to God, the Father and Son, And Spirit of grace, the great Three in One; Let highest ascriptions forever be given By all the creation on earth and in Heaven. Rippon's Col)ec~lion, 1778. 21 O Father Almighty, to Thee be addrest, With Christ and the Spirit, One God ever blest, All glory and worship, from earth and from Heaven, As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. Unknown Author INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMS A charge to keep I have 426 A few more years shall roll 678 A glory gilds the sacred page , . 287 A might}' Fortress is our God 435 Abide with me, fast falls the eventide . . . 55 According to Thy gracious word 587 Again our earthly cares we leave 90 Again returns the day of holy rest 62 Again the Lord of life and light 72 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 198 All hail the power of Jesus' name 241 All people that on earth do dwell 102 All praise to Thee, eternal Lord 163 All praise to Thee, my God, this night ... 40 All unseen the Master walketh . 540 Alleluia! alleluia! Hearts to heaven . . . . 219 Alleluia, sing to Jesus 255 Almighty God, to-night 38 Always with us, always with us 256 Am I a soldier of the cross 430 Angels, from the realms of glory 169 Another six days' work is done 78 Approach, my soul, the menw-seat 320 Arise, my soul, arise 340 Arise, O King of grace, arise 613 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake 632 Ann these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord .... 424 Art thou weary, art thou languid 306 As pants the hart for cooling streams .... 489 As the sun doth daily rise 15 As with gladness men of old 171 Ask ye what great thing I know 384 Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep 6S0 ( 54-5 I 546 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN Assembled at Thy great command 623 At even ere the sun was set 57 At the door of mercy sighing 347 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 584 Awake, and sing the song 353 Awake, awake, O Zion 660 Awake, awake, put on Thy strength .... 641 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 39 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 354 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve .... 431 Before Jehovah's awful throne 101 Behold, a Stranger at the door 311 Behold, the Bridgroom cometh 698 Behold the glories of the Lamb 238 Behold the Lamb 575 Behold, the Mountain of the Lord 656 Behold the Saviour of mankind 200 Behold, the shade of night is now receding . 551 Behold the throne of grace 31 Behold, what wondrous grace 571 Behold, where, in a mortal form 178 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea 140 Bless, O my soul, the living God 107 Blessed are the sons of God 388 Blessed Saviour, Thee I love 358 Blest be the tie that binds 597 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright . . 70 Blest morning, whose young dawning rays . 73 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 298 Bread of Heaven, on Thee I feed 574 Bread of the world, in mercy broken .... 580 Breast the wave, Christian 412 Brief life is here our portion 719 Bright was the guiding star that led .... 175 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 161 Brightly gleams our banner 416 Brightness of the Father's glory 174 Brother, though from yonder sky 688 By cool Siloam'9 shady rill 563 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 547 HYMN' Cael Jehovah thy salvation 10 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm . . . 465 Calm on the listening ear of night 155 Cast thy burden on the Lord 514 Children of the heavenly King 389 Christ, above all glory seated 254 Christ, by heavenly hosts adored 743 Christ for the world we sing 642 Christ is made the sure Foundation .... 614 Christ is our Corner-stone 610 Christ, of all my hopes the ground 357 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 216 Christ to Heaven is gone before 225 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 68 Christian, dost thou see them 419 Christian, seek not yet repose 428 Cling to the Mighty One 449 Come, all ye faithful 153 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell ... 29 Come, Holy Ghost, in love 2S1 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire .... 271 Come, Holy Spirit, come 275 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove 265 Come, Kingdom of our God' 607 Come, let us anew 729 Come, let us join in songs of praise .... 240 Come, let us join our cheerful songs .... 236 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 239 Come, let us sing the song of songs .... 259 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 24 Come, O Creator, Spirit blest 264 Come, O Thou Traveller unknown 360 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 313 Come, see the place where Jesus lies .... 208 Come, Thou Almighty King 21 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing .... 350 Come, Thou long-expected Jesus 173 Come unto me when shadows darkly .... 304 Come, we that love the Lord 34 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye 303 548 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMV Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem . . . . 257 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched .... 305 Come, ye thankful people, come 742 Commit thou all thy griefs 503 Crown Him with many crowns 223 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness 652 Daughter of Zion, from the dust 653 Day divine, when sudden streaming .... 145 Days and moments quickly flying 730 Dayspring of eternity 5 Dear Jesus, ever at my side 557 Dear Lord and Master mine 341 Dear Saviour, I am Thine 570 Dearest of all the names above 243 Depth of mercy, can there be 325 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 316 Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord .... 579 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord 363 Earth blooms afresh in joyous dyes . . . . 214 Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord .... 283 Ere the waning light decay 550 Eternal Source of every joy 724 Eternal Spirit, we confess 266 Ever would I fain be reading ....... 555 Every morning mercies new 541 Exalt the Lord our God S9 Fading, still fading, the last beam 59 Faint not, Christian, though the road ... 391 Fairest Lord Jesus 368 Far down the ages now 608 Far from my heavenly home 673 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 521 Father, by 'Thy love and power 60 Father, I know that all my life 469 Father of Heaven, whose love profound . . 109 Father of Love, our God and Friend .... 490 Father of mercies, in Thy house 620 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 549 HYMN Father, Thine Elect who lovest 144 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 463 Fear not, O little flock, the foe 456 Fear not, poor, weary one 493 Fierce was the wild billow 448 Fight the good fight with all thy might . . . 420 Fling out the banner ! let it float 624 For all the saints who from their labors rest . 596 For all Thy saints, O Lord 600 For ever with the Lord 674 For the mercies of the day 23 For thee, O dear, dear country 717 For Thy mercy and Thy grace 728 Forth from the dark and stormy sky .... 100 Forth to the Land of Promise bound .... 403 Forward be our watchword 417 From all that dwell below the skies 103 From all Thy saints in warfare 723 From every stormy wind that blows . . . . 518 From foes that would the land devour ... 737 From Greenland's icy mountains 627 From the cross the blood is falling 196 From the cross uplifted high 299 From the vast and veiled throng 123 Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 398 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 590 Give thanks to God; He reigns above ... 113 Give to our God immortal praise 112 Give to the winds thy fears 502 Glorious things of thee are spoken 603 Glory to God on high 229 Go forward, Christian soldier 432 Go, labor on, spend and be spent 528 Go, preach My gospel, saith the Lord ... 618 Go to dark Gethsemane 191 Go, ye messengers of God 646 God bless our native land 745 God calling yet ! shall I not hear 319 God eternal, Lord of all 121 550 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN God in His earthly temple lays 97 God in the gospel of His Son 294 God is love ! His mercy brightens 12 God is the Refuge of His saints 460 God moves in a mysterious way 466 God of mercy, God of grace 14 God, that madest earth and heaven 549 God, the All-terrible 736 Good news from Heaven the angels bring . 165 Grace, 'tis a charming sound 352 Gracious Spirit, Dove divine 272 Gracious Spirit, dwell with me 282 Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost 268 Granted is the Saviour's prayer 274 Great Father of each perfect gift 279 Great God, how infinite art Thou 131 Great God, the nations of the earth .... 643 Great God, we sing that mighty hand . . . 725 Great God, who hid from mortal sight ... 77 Great is the Lord our God 606 Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah 399 Haie, my ever-blessed Jesus 365 Hail the day that sees Him rise 224 Hail, Thou God of grace and glory 602 Hail, thou once-despised Jesus 252 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning 651 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 628 Hallelujah, raise, O raise 117 Happy the man who knows 534 Happy the souls to Jesus joined 592 Hark, hark, my soul ; angelic songs .... 595 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord 498 Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour 149 Hark, the herald angels sing 151 Hark ! the loud celestial hymn 49 Hark, the song of jubilee 648 Hark, the sound of holy voices 715 Hark! what mean those holy voices .... 172 Hark, what mean those lamentations .... 650 LNDEX OF FIRST LIXKS. 55 1 HYMN Hasten, Lord, the glorious time 647 He comes in blood-stained garments .... 661 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies 221 He has come, the Christ of God 152 He is coming, He is coming 692 He is gone ! and we remain 226 He lives, the everlasting God 462 Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father .... 46 Here I can firmly rest 374 High in the heavens, eternal God 105 Holy Bible, book divine 290 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness 284 Holy Ghost, the Infinite 267 Holy Ghost, with light divine 273 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be Thy 120 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ... 1 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts .... 17 Holy Spirit, Lord of light 285 Hosanna to the living Lord 6 How beauteous are their feet 605 How beauteous on the mountains 631 How beauteous were the marks divine ... 182 How blest the righteous when he dies . . . 6S1 How calm and beautiful the morn 215 How charming is the place 85 How did my heart rejoice to hear 80 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the . . 497 How gentle God's commands 500 How heavy is the night 349 How pleasant, how divinely fair 96 How pleased and blest was I 95 How precious is the book divine 288 How sweet and awful is the place 586 How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight . . . 593 How sweet the name of jesus sounds .... 371 I bless the Christ of God 348 I bring my sins to Thee 335 I heard the voice of Jesus say 339 I know no life divided 472 552 INDEX OF FIRST EINES. HYMN I know that my Redeemer lives 218 I'll praise my Maker with my breath .... 122 I love Thy kingdom, Lord 599 I love to steal a while away 524 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 447 I need Thee, precious Jesus 509 I saw One hanging on the tree 203 I say to all men, far and near 211 I see the crowd in Pilate's hall 202 I've found the pearl of greatest price .... 344 I will love Thee, all my treasure 351 I worship Thee, sweet Will of God 464 I would not live alway 675 If human kindness meets return 585 If, through unruffled seas 501 In all my vast concerns with Thee 139 In heavenly love abiding 471 In stature grows the Heavenly Child .... 177 In the cross of Christ I glory 441 In the dark and cloudy day 516 In the hour of trial 671 In Thy name, O Lord, assembling 18 Infinite excellence is Thine 237 It came upon the midnight clear 154 Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power .... 134 Jerusalem, my happy home 703 Jerusalem, the golden 718 Jesus, and shall it ever be 439 Jesus calls us ; o'er the tumult 443 Jesus came, the Heavens adoring 170 Jesus comes, His conflict over 230 Jesus, full of truth and love 326 Jesus, I live to Thee 367 Jesus, I love Thy charming name 364 Jesus, I my cross have taken 444 Jesus is the name we treasure 375 Jesus lives ! no longer now 245 Jesus, Lord of life eternal 258 Jesus, Lover of my soul 450 *. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 553 HYMN Jesus, my heart within me burns 543 Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All 576 Jesus, my Strength, my Hope 495 Jesus, Name all names above 328 Jesus, one word from Thee 496 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 622 Jesus, still lead on 395 Jesus, Sun of righteousness 342 Jesus, the very thought of Thee 361 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 369 Jesus, Thine all-victorious love 482 Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts 578 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness 331 Jesus, Thy Name I love * . 382 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet 27 Jesus, who can be 396 Join all the glorious names 336 Joy to the world, the Lord is come 158 Just as I am, without one plea 330 Keep silence, all created things 136 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong . . . 11 1 Laden with guilt and full of fears 289 Lamb of God, to Thee we cry 222 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 572 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling . . 407 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 392 Let children hear the mighty deeds 735 Let everlasting glories crown 295 Let saints below in concert sing 591 Let us, with a gladsome mind 114 Let Zion and her sons rejoice 655 Lift up to God the voice of praise 733 Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass .... 657 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates .... 168 Light of light, enlighten me 4 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart 406 Light of those whose dreary dwelling ... 270 Little travellers Zionward 562 554 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN Lo, God is here : let us adore 30 Lo, He comes, with clouds descending . . . 699 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned . . . 488 Look from Thy sphere of endless day . . . 634 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious .... 234 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee 446 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Bid . . . 146 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill ... 19 Lord God of morning and of night 545 Lord God, the Holy Ghost 276 Lord God, we worship Thee 739 Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine 567 Lord, I know Thy grace is nigh me .... 346 Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear . . , 81 Lord, in this sacred hour 88 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day 286 Lord, it belongs not to my care 687 Lord Jesus, by Thy passion 510 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light .... 695 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went .... 532 Lord of all being, throned afar 106 Lord of all power and might 637 Lord of glory, who hast bought us 537 Lord of hosts, to Thee we raise 611 Lord of mercy and of might 515 Lord of the worlds above 66 Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength .... 452 Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me ... 128 Lord, we come before Thee now 22 Lord, when we bend before Thy throne ... 92 Lord, who didst bless Thy chosen band . . . 617 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee . . 366 Lord Divine, all love excelling 269 Lowly and solemn be 682 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 343 March, march onward, soldiers true .... 437 Master, Lord, to Thee we cry 227 "Mercy, O Thou Son of David" 345 Messiah, at Thy glad approach 157 INDEX OF FIRST UNES. 555 HYMN' 'Mid evening shadows let us all 552 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature ... 69 Millions within Thy courts have met .... 98 More love to Thee, O Christ . 481 Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky . . 2 [3 Must Jesus bear the cross alone 445 My country, 'tis of thee 744 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord 180 My faith looks up to Thee 381 My feet are worn and weary with the . . . . 413 My God and Father, while I stray 508 My God, how endless is Thy Love 544 My God, how wonderful Thou art 132 My God, I love Thee : not because 362 My God, in whom are all the springs . . . . 127 My God, my Portion, and my Love 467 My God, the Spring of all my joys 479 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right .... 527 My Jesus, as Thou wilt 505 My Lord, how full of sweet content .... 58 My Lord, my Love, was crucified 71 My soul, be on thy guard 425 My soul doth magnify the Lord 280 My soul, repeat His praise 142 My soul, weigh not thy life 427 My spirit longs for Thee 506 My spirit on Thy care 504 Near the cross was Mary weeping 195 Nearer, my God, to Thee 480 New every morning is the love 542 No track is on the sunny sky 262 Not all the blood of beasts 205 Now God be with us, for the night is ... . 54 Now thank we all our God 738 Now that the sun is gleaming bright .... 548 Now the day is over 50 Now to the Lord who makes us know . . . 249 Now when the dusky shades of night ... 48 556 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN O BREAD to pilgrims given 588 0 cease, my wandering soul 309 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord 250 O Christ, uplifted to the sky 248 O city of the Lord, begin 134 O come and mourn with me a while .... 201 O come, loud anthems let us sing 74 O come to the merciful Saviour that .... 297 O could I speak the matchless worth .... 386 O day of rest and gladness 63 O deem not they are blest alone 459 O'er the distant mountains breaking .... 700 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 640 O'erwhelmed in depths of woe 204 O for a closer walk with God 487 O for a heart to praise my God 485 O for a thousand tongues to sing 378 O for the death of those 669 O gift of gifts ! O grace of faith 376 O God, beneath Thy guiding hand 740 O God, mine inmost soul convert 702 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 402 O God, our God, Thou shinest here 644 O God, our help in ages past 133 O God, who metest in Thy hand 663 O happy band of pilgrims 397 O happy day that fixed my choice 566 O Holy, holy, holy Lord 8 O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me 372 O Jesus, ever present 511 O Jesus, King most wonderful 377 O Jesus, Lord of light and grace 41 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed 199 O Jesus, Thou art standing 300 O Jesus, Thou the beauty art 370 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou ... 156 O Lord, how happy is the time 383 O Lord, how happy we should be 457 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea .... 526 O Lord, our fathers oft have told 734 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 557 HYMN O Lord, turn not Thy face from me .... 321 O Lord, when we the path retrace 186 O Love divine, how sweet Thou art 385 O Master, it is good to be . 187 O mean may seem this house of clay .... 242 O mother dear, Jerusalem 704 O Paradise ! O Paradise 722 O praise our God to-day 535 O Sacred Head, now wounded 194 O Saviour, who for man hast trod 247 O Shepherd of the sheep 685 O Spirit of the living God 621 O sweet and blessed country 720 O that the Lord's salvation 636 O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith . . . 338 O Thou to whose all-searching sight .... 415 O Thou who by a star didst guide 176 O Thou whose own vast temple stands . . . 612 O very God of very God 531 O what if we are Christ's 598 O where are kings and empires now .... 625 O where is He that trod the sea 183 O where shall rest be found 314 O Word of God incarnate 292 O worship the King, all glorious above ... 2 Of Him who did salvation bring 312 Oft in sorrow, oft in woe 390 On the fount of life eternal 696 On the mountain's top appearing 639 On Zion and on Lebanon 659 One sweetly solemn thought 668 One there is above all others 582 Onward, Christian soldiers 418 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed .... 261 Our day of praise is done 37 Our Heavenly Father calls 547 Our Lord is risen from the dead 217 Our Lord, who knows full well 32 Our yet unfinished story 512 Out of the deep I call 315 Out of the depths of woe 492 558 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN Palms of glory, raiment bright 707 Pass me not, O gracious Father 327 People of the living God 568 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin 387 Pleasant are Thy courts above 94 Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven .... 356 Praise the Lord, His glories show 116 Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore Him ... 11 Praise the Rock of our salvation 604 Praise to God, immortal praise 731 Praise to God who reigns above 16 Praise to the Holiest in the height 207 Praise to Thee, Thou great Creator 13 Praises to Him whose love has given .... 108 Pray, without ceasing, pray 525 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 523 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet 322 Rejoice, rejoice, believers 589 Rejoice, the Lord is King 244 Rejoice to-day with one accord 436 Rejoice, ye pure in heart 433 Rest for the toiling hand 670 Resting from His work to-day 209 Return, O wanderer, return 310 Ride on, ride on in majesty 188 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem . . 658 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 228 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings .... 409 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 594 Rock of ages, cleft for me 332 Round the Lord in glory seated 9 Safe across the waters 394 Safe home, safe home in port 709 Safely through another week 67 Saints in .glory, we together 380 Saviour, again to Thy dear Name 61 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing .... 44 Saviour, happy would I be 359 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 559 BTMH Saviour, like a Shepherd lead us 393 Saviour, sprinkle many nations 649 Saviour, teach me, day by day 499 Saviour, when in dust to Thee 458 Saviour, who Tiiy flock art feeding 558 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 564 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph . . . 220 See the ransomed millions stand 70S Servant of God, well done 684 Shall hymns of grateful love 126 Shepherd of tender youth 559 Shine on our souls, eternal God 539 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ... 160 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive 318 Since all the varying scenes of time .... 137 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's triumph . . 231 Sing of Jesus, sing for ever 379 Sing to the Lord, our Might 35 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands ..... 159 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord 404 Sleep thy last sleep 676 So let our lips and lives express 529 Softly now the light of day 25 Soldiers of Christ, arise 423 Soldiers of the cross, arise 645 Soldiers, who are Christ's below 429 Songs of praise the angels sang 119 Soon may the last glad song arise 633 Sovereign of Heaven, who didst prevail . . 233 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers 278 Spirit of power and might, behold 626 Spread, O spread, Thou mighty Word ... 291 Stand up, and bless the Lord 86 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears . . . 421 Stand up, stand up for Jesus 434 Star of peace, to wanderers weary 666 Summer suns are glowing 741 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear .... 42 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne 333 Sweet is the work, my God, my King ... 79 55o INDEX OF FIRST LINES, HYMN Sweet is the work, O Lord 33 Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord 414 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 51 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing .... 581 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet 118 Take me, O my Father, take me 324 Take my heart, O Father, take it 583 Take, my soul, thy full salvation 442 Take up thy cross, the Saviour said 440 Tarry with rne, O my Saviour 45 Teach me, my God and King 494 Ten thousand times ten thousand 706 Thank and praise Jehovah's Name 115 That day of wrath, that dreadful day .... 701 The billows swell, the winds are high .... 474 The breaking waves dashed high 746 The Church's one Foundation 616 The dawn is sprinkling in the east 546 The day is gently sinking to a close .... 56 The day is past and gone 554 The day is past and over 53 The day, O Lord, is spent 36 The day of resurrection 64 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice ... no The God of Abr'am praise 714 The God of harvest praise 726 The goodly Land I see 713 The head that once was crowned with . . . 235 The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord .... 293 The King of love my Shepherd is 468 The Lord descended from above 141 The Lord is King : lift up thy voice .... 461 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want 475 The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal ... 130 The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne .... 124 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 99 The Lord my Shepherd is 477 The Lord of might from Sinai's brow . . . 691 The Lord on high ascends 232 INDEX OF FIRST FINKS. 561 HYMN TLe Lord our God is clothed with might . . 135 The morning light is breaking 629 The perfect world by Adam trod 615 The pity of the Lord 143 The race that long in darkness pined .... 150 The royal banners forward go 193 The sands of time are sinking 679 The Son of God goes forth to war 654 The spacious firmament on high 104 The Spirit in our hearts 307 The strife is o'er, the battle done 212 The twilight falls, the nignt is near .... 553 The voice of free grace cries, Escape .... 296 The winds were howling o'er the deep . . . 184 The world is very evil 716 Thee, we adore,. Eternal Lord 7 There is a blessed Home 721 There is a fountain filled with blood .... 334 There is a green hill far away 206 There is a land of pure delight 710 There is a little, lonely fold 491 There is an eye that never sleeps 522 There is an hour of peaceful rest 711 There is no Name so sweet-on earth .... 556 There's a wideness in God's mercy 301 They pray the best who pray and watch . . 520 They whose course on earth is o'er 690 Thine arm, O Lord, in days of*bld 185 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ... 75 Thine for ever ! God of love 569 This is not my place of resting 672 This is the day of toil 401 This is the day the Lord hath made .... 82 Thou art coming, O my Saviour 693 Thou art gone to the grave 677 Thou art the way : to Thee alone 260 Thou, whose almighty Word 638 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on . . . . 476 Three in One, and- One in Three 52 Through all the changing scenes of life . . 45.3 562 INDEX OF FIRST U-N'ES. 11 V M N Through sorrow's night and danger's .... 686 Through the night of doubt and sorrow . . 601 Through the passing of the week 26 Thus far the Lord has led me on 43 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet . . . 484 Thy presence, everlasiing God 76 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 507 Thy works, not mine, O Christ 337 Till He come, O let the words 573 Time is winging us away 410 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 422 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow 189 'Tis thus in solitude I roam 519 To Canaan's sacred bound 400 To God I cried when troubles rose 473 To God, the only wise 87 To Heaven I lift my waiting eyes 483 To Thee, my God and Saviour 453 To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour 454 To Thy pastures fair and large 486 To Thy temple I repair 93 Tossed upon life's raging billow 662 Trembling before Thine awful throne . . .♦ 355 'Twas on' that dark, that doleful night . . . 577 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb 683 Uplift the blood-red banner 635 Upward where the stars are burning .... 246 Vainly through night's weary hours .... 47 Wake, awake, for night is flying 694 Watchman, tell us of the night 147 We are living, we are dwelling 538 We are on our journey home 411 We give Thee but Thine own 533 We march, we march to victory 438 Weary of earth and laden with my sin . . . 329 Welcome, delightful morn 65 Welcome, happy morning 210 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 563 HYMN Welcome, sweet day of rest 84 What a Friend we have in Jesus 302 What are these in bright array 712 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone ... 179 What star is this, with beams so bright ... 167 When all thy mercies, O my God 138 When gathering clouds around I view . . . 517 When God of old came down from heaven . 263 When His salvation bringing 560 When I can read my title clear 405 When I survey the wondrous cross 197 When in the Lord Jehovah's Name 561 When Israel of the Lord beloved 129 When Jordan hushed his waters still .... 164 When languor and disease invade 667 When like a stranger on our sphere .... 181 When marshalled on the nightly plain ... 166 When morning gilds the skies 373 When on Sinai's top I see 190 When our heads are bowed with woe .... 513 When shall the voice of singing 630 When streaming from the eastern skies ... 20 When this passing world is done 451 When through the torn sail 665 When, wounded sore, the stricken soul . . . 323 Where high the heavenly temple stands . . 251 Where wilt thou put thy trust 478 While now the daylight fills the sky .... 28 While o'er the deep Thy servants sail .... 664 While shepherds watched their flocks . . . 14S While Thee I seek, protecting Power .... 470 While with ceaseless course the sun .... 727 Wlio are these like stars appearing 697 Who is He in yonder stall 162 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er 689 Why should the children of a King 277 With broken heart and contrite sigh . . . . 317 W^ith gladsome feet we press 83 With joy we hail the sacred day 91 With songs and honors sounding loud . . . 732 564 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. HYMN Witness, ye men and angels, now 565 Workman of God, O lose not heart 530 Worship, honor, power and blessing .... 253 Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 619 Ye servants of God 3 Ye servants of the Lord 536 Ye trembling captives, hear 308 Ye tribes of Adam, join 125 Your harps, ye trembling saints 408 Zion, at thy shining gates 705 Zion's daughter, weep no more 192 Zion stands, by hills surrounded 609