THE BENSON LIBRARY OF HYMNOLOGY Endowed by the Reverend Louis Fitzgerald Benson, d.d. LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/praisetreaOOselb THE 36©®1k ©3F P1RHHSE A TREASURY OF SACRED POETRY Selected and Arranged by / Itflourxbell ^Palmer NEW YORK WHITE, STOKES, & ALLEN 1886 PREFACE THE present is an attempt, not to add to the great and constantly increasing mul- titude of hymn-books intended for congrega- tional use ; but to present, under a convenient arrangement, a collection of such examples of a copious and interesting branch of popu- lar literature as, after a study of the subject which for several years has occupied part of his leisure hours, have seemed to the Editor most worthy of being separated from the mass to which they belong. A good hymn should have simplicity, fresh- ness, and reality of feeling ; a consistent ele- vation of tone, and a rhythm easy and har- monious, but not jingling or trivial. Its language may be homely; but should not be slovenly or mean. Affectation or visible vi Preface artifice is worse than excess of homeliness : a hymn is easily spoiled by a single falsetto note. Nor will the most exemplary sound- ness of doctrine atone for doggerel, or redeem from failure a prosaic didactic style. There are many hymns in the English lan- guage, which will bear the test of these rules, as well, perhaps, as those of Germany, or of the ancient Latin Church. But they are apt to be presented in such company, or in such a manner, as to detract much from their effect. From the operation of causes connected with the nature of such compositions, it happens, that writers, who do not in general rise above mediocrity, sometimes produce beau- tiful hymns ; while, on the other hand, there is far more dross than gold in the works of all voluminous hymn-writers. Nor are the principles on which popular collections of hymns for congregational use are formed, fa- vorable to that kind of selection, which is here attempted. In such collections, as a general rule, the taste of the compilers is regulated by their theology : they seem to be very easily satisfied with all that they think orthodox and edifying, or liturgically appropriate ; they do not submit hymns, de- Preface vii rived from sources which they respect, to any free or independent criticism ; and, on the other hand, they reject, with morbid fastidi- ousness, every sentiment and expression in which they think they detect the traces of opinions which they dislike. It is also their frequent habit to cut down the compositions which they approve, with little discrimination or judgment, to such arbitrary dimensions as suit their ideas of the time which ought to be occupied, during divine service, by congrega- tional singing. • The same regard to motives of (real, or supposed) convenience and edification has introduced a system of tampering with the text of hymns, which has now grown into so great an abuse, that to meet with any author's genuine text, in a book of this kind, is quite the exception. Censurable as this practice is, in a literary point of view, it must be con- fessed that those who adopt it may plead, in their excuse, the examples of many of the writers whose compositions they alter. The Wesleys altered the compositions of George Herbert, Sandys, Austin, and Watts. Top- lady, Madan, and others, altered some of Charles Wesley's hymns, much to his brother viii Preface John's discontent, as he testifies in the pref- ace to his Hymn-Book for Methodists. Top- lady's own hymns, even the " Rock of Ages," have not escaped similar treatment. James Montgomery complains much, in the preface to the edition of his collected hymns pub- lished in 1853, of his share in this peculiar cross of hymn-writers, as he calls it. But he had himself, about thirty years before, altered the works of other men, in his Christian Psalmist. Bishop Heber, scholar as he was, and editor of Jeremy Taylor's works, silently altered Taylor's Advent Hymn in his own hymn-book ; and the hymns of Heber him- self, and of writers still living, such as Keble, Milman, Alford, and Neale, are met with every day in a variety of forms, which their authors would hardly recognize. Perhaps, when the masters of the art have taken such liberties, it may be explained on the same principle as that on which musicians, and particularly the composers of anthems, produce variations from, and improvements upon, the works of their predecessors : and, indeed, some such variations of hymns are sufficiently good to take rank as new compositions ; better than those by which they were suggested. But this is a rare felicity \ and the result is widely Preface ix different, when the work of alteration is un- dertaken by incompetent hands. In the present volume, while the Editor has not thought it necessary to give the whole of every composition, from which a selection of parts might, in his judgment, more advan- tageously be made, it has been his desire and aim to adhere strictly, in all cases in which it could be ascertained, to the genuine uncor- rupted text of the authors themselves. Great pains have been taken to trace out and ascer- tain the true authorship of such hymns as were either without names of authors, or at- tributed to authors by whom they were not really written, in the books from which the Editor in the first instance took them. This was a task which he could himself scarcely have undertaken, and in which he certainly could not have hoped to succeed, but for the assistance of Mr. Sedgwick, of No. 81, Sun Street, Bishopsgate ; who has bestowed much time and attention on this branch of litera- ture, and has attained to a knowledge of it, probably not possessed by any other English- man. By his valuable help, the authorship of about thirteen fourteenths of the composi- tions here collected has been traced, and the x Preface text collated with the original works of the authors. Thus aided, the Editor has been enabled, before finally completing his selec- tion, to go through all, or almost all, the original publications containing hymns or sa- cred poetry of (amongst others) George Her- bert, Sandys, Wither, Quarles, Crashaw, John Austin, Baxter, Bishop Taylor, Bishop Pat- rick, Bishop Ken, John Mason, Thomas Shepherd, Samuel Crossman, and Lancelot Addison (of the seventeenth century); Jo- seph Addison, Watts; Simon Browne, Ralph Erskine, Doddridge, Hammond, John and Charles Wesley, Cennick, Seagrave, Grigg, Berridge, Olivers, William WTilliams, Toplady, Cowper, John Newton, Anne Steele, Hart, Gibbons, Michael Bruce, Logan, Byrom, Skelton, Swain, Daniel Turner, Ryland, Sten- nett, Needham, Beddome, Medley, Hemy Moore, and Mrs. Barbauld (of the eighteenth century) ; Gisborne, Kirke White, Anne Flow- erdew, Drenan, Bowdler, Kelly, James Mont- gomery, Sir Robert Grant, Bishop Heber, Bishop Mant, Bathurst, Lyte, Edmeston, Ber- nard Barton, Grinfield, and Chandler (of the present century) ; besides other writers, still living, whom it is unnecessary to name ; and many miscellaneous collections, old and mod- Preface xi ern. Of the names thus enumerated, several are not represented at all in this collection ; as the Editor did not find anything in their works which appeared to him to be suitable for his purpose, and equal to the general standard of merit which he desired to main- tain. But of the great majority, as well as of some other writers whose works are not ac- cessible in a collected form, specimens more or less numerous will be found. A few ex- amples of successful variations or centos (in all instances but two, by known authors) from earlier compositions, have also been included ; together with three original hymns, out of ' several which have been communicated to the Editor, by the kindness of the authors, in manuscript. Upon the works of living authors generally, the Editor has not thought it expedient to draw with the same freedom as upon those of earlier generations \ although he has not deemed it necessary to forego altogether the advantage of including in his book specimens of those works, especially of such of them as have obtained general cur- rency in popular hymn-books. The arrangement which has been adopted in this volume (and upon which some care xii Preface has been bestowed), may be explained in a few words. The Catholic Creeds, and the Lord's Prayer, presenting in their simplest forms, and in their natural order, all the fundamental points of Christianity, both ob- jective and subjective, appeared to the Edi- tor to be the best basis for a classification of those hymns of faith and devotion which ex- press feelings at all times appropriate to a Christian profession. These two groups of hymns constitute Parts I. and II. of the col- lection. The Third Part consists of hymns distinguished chiefly from those of the two former classes, by having a special reference to particular times and occasions. In the Fourth Part will be found distributed, under suitable heads, compositions of a kind inter- mediate between hymns for general use and private meditations ; which (although the dis- tinction is better marked in some cases than in others) seem to breathe, upon the whole, the accents of particular, rather than general, consciousness and experience. On this ac- count, they are, for the most part, out of place in ordinary hymn-books, and unfit to be sung by public congregations ; but their tone is not the less spiritual and real ; and those who know anything of their own wants, Preface xiii and of the power of religion, can scarcely fail to be impressed with their beauty and truth. The Editor is not sure, whether it may not appear to some to be an objection to this classification, that, by bringing closely to- gether a number of hymns on one subject, a sense of repetition and monotony is created, which might have been avoided by a differ- ent method. The repetition, however, which will undoubtedly be met with in the works, not only of different, but even of the same hymn-writers, is of a kind appropriate to such compositions \ and, therefore, it ought not to be withdrawn from observation. All lovers of Art are familiar with the habitual repetition of Holy Families, and other sacred subjects, by the 'early painters, down to and including Raffaelle. The constant enthusiastic con- templation of a few subjects, dear to the uni- versal heart of Christendom, and embodying the highest conceptions of Divine purity and beauty, produced a simplicity, refinement, and spirituality of style, which never tires, notwithstanding its limited range. These arQ the hymns of painters, addressed to the sense of sight. A similar law has always governed, xiv Preface and to this day governs Christian Hymnody ; binding together by the force of a central attraction, more powerful than all causes of difference, times ancient and modern, nations of various race and language, Churchmen and Nonconformists, Churches reformed and unreformed. It is refreshing to turn aside from the divisions of the Christian world, and to rest for a little time in the sense of that inward unity, which, after all, subsists among all good Christians, and which (is it too much to hope V) may perhaps receive some illustration, even from a volume like this. Throughout the volume, the names of the authors, when known, are affixed to their hymns. When more authors than one have been concerned in the composition of a hymn, or when it is a cento or variation by one person from the work of another, the names of all the writers concerned (so far as known) are given. The dates added to the names signify, when without brackets, the time at which each hymn is believed to have been first composed or published : when within brackets, the date of the edition or copy from which the text of a hymn (known Preface xv or believed to have been published at an earlier date, not correctly ascertained) has been taken by the Editor. The text has been verified by collation with the original work of the author, or an authentic copy, in every case, except those specified in the notes at the end of the volume. The notes also show in what cases the text consists of any selected parts or part, less than the whole, of an original work. When a double date is appended to a single name, it signifies that the work, published at the earlier date, was afterwards altered by the author himself, the text of the later date being that adopted. The Editor cannot conclude without re- turning his thanks to many friends, and to some not personally known to him, for the kind assistance, and offers of assistance, which he has received from them, while this work was in progress. His obligations to some of them will be found specially acknowl- edged in the notes. He has also to thank the owners of copyrights in many of the more modern hymns, which are included in the volume, for the consent which they have, in all cases when applied to, kindly given to the use of their works. And if, in any instances, xvi Preface he has, either through ignorance of the exist- ence of a copyright, or for want of means of communication, made use of any work, in respect of which a similar permission ought to have been obtained, without actually ob- taining it, he ventures to hope that the over- sight may be excused, and the same liberality extended to him, as if a request for permis- sion had been previously made. In the present edition thirty-four Hymns are added, which did not appear in the " Book of Praise," as originally published. Some of these came to the Editor's knowledge too late to be included, and some were undesignedly omitted, in the first edition. Oth- ers, which were then intentionally omitted, are now added, in deference to the judgment of critics and friends, whose estimate of their merit is higher than the Editor's own. The absence, in this volume, of any selection from the Old or New Version of the Psalms, having been the subject of some remark, the Editor wishes to ob- serve, that such a selection would have been foreign to his design. The " Psalms " (so called) of Watts, Lyte, Montgomery, and others, and the Scotch " Par- aphrases," which are included in the " Book of Praise," Preface xvii are compositions, into which, although founded (as many of the best Hymns in all languages are) upon particular passages of Scripture, other elements, for the most part, largely enter. But the Authorized Versions of the Psalms profess to be, in the strict sense of the words, metrical renderings of Holy Scrip- ture. As such, whatever degree of merit they may possess, they differ in kind from ordinary Hymns : and, being universally known, and accessible in every Prayer-Book, it did not seem to the Editor either ne- cessary or appropriate to associate any of them, in this place, with compositions of a different class. With respect to the translations from Latin and Ger- man hymns, which are included in this collection, it also seems proper to explain, that the choice has not been made with any reference to the merits of the Latin or German originals ; but solely because the labors of the translator had, in each of these cases, resulted in the production (according to the Editor's judgment) of a good English hymn. From the unavoidable difficul- ties of translation, this does not very often happen ; and the excellence or popularity of the original, in its own language, seems to be no reason for including, in a collection of this kind, an unsuccessful attempt to reproduce it, or even an attempt which, if partially successful, may, nevertheless, be wanting in the sim- plicity, freedom, and ease, of a genuine English com- position. CONTENTS PART THE FIRST. HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE SUBJECTS OF THE CREED. Hymn I. The Holy Trinity I. to VII. . II. God the Creator vin. to xxix. III. Christ Incarnate xxx. to xlvii. IV. Christ Crucified xlviii. to lvii. V. Christ Risen lviii. to lxiv. VI. Christ Ascended lxv. to lxxiii. VII. Christ's Kingdom and Judgment lxxiv. to xcn. VIII. God the Holy Ghost .... xcm. to cvn. IX. The Holy Catholic Church . . cvih. to cxxix. X. The Communion of Saints . . cxxx. to cxli. XI. The Forgiveness of Sins . . . cxlii. to cxlviii. XII. Resurrection and Eternal Life . cxlix. to clxviii. Page 3 9 34 54 62 70 84 106 121 146 157 164 PART THE SECOND. HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE SUBJECTS OF THE LORDS " Lord, teach us to pray " I. "Our Father, which art in\ heaven, hallowed be Thy >• Name" ) II. " Thy kingdom come " . . III. "Thy will be done, in earth, ) as it is in heaven " . . . J IV. "Give us this day our daily) bread " f clxix 187 clxx. to clxxiii. clxxiv. to CLXXX. CLXXXI. tO CCIV. 193 199 CCV. tO CCXVIIl. 222 Contents Hymn Page V. "And forgive us our tres-\ passes, as we forgive them > ccxix. to ccxxvi. 234 that trespass against us " / VI. "And lead us not into temp-\ tation; but deliver us from > ccxxvu. to ccxlii. . 240 evil " / VII. "For Thine is the kingdom, \ the power, and the glory, V ccxliii. to ccxlv. . 253 for ever and ever. Amen " / PART THE THIRD. HYMNS FOR NATURAL AND SACRED SEASONS. I. Day and Night . . . II. Seed-time and Harvest III. The Old and New Year IV. Baptism and Childhood V. Holy Communion . . VI. Holy Matrimony . . VII. The Burial of the Dead VIII. Church Dedication . . IX. The Lord's Day . . . CCXLVI. tO CCLXVI. . CCLXVII. tO CCLXXIV. CCLXXV. tO CCLXXX. CCLXXXI. tO CCXCI. . CCXCII. to CCXCVIII. CCXCIX ccc. to CCCVI. . CCCVII. to CCCIX. . cccx. to CCCXXI. . 257 286 294 299 310 317 318 323 326 PART THE FOURTH. SONGS OF THE HEART. I. The Call. — " Rise; Hex calleth thee." (Mark !■ x. 49-) ' II. The Answer. — "I will\ arise, and go to my Fa- r ther." (Luke xv. 18.)' III. Faith. — " Looking unto^ Jesus, the Author and I Finisher of our Faith." j (Heb. xii 2.) . . J CCCXXI 1. to CCCXXX1V. CCCXXXV. to CCCXLIV. CCCXLV. tO CCCLI. 341 355 365 Coiitoits Hymn CCCLXI. tO CCCLXXVI. IV. Love. — " If ye love Me, keep My command- V ccclii. to ccclx. . ments." (Johnxiv. 15.)/ V. Hope. — "Set your affec-^ tions on things above ; I not on things on the : earth." (Col. iii. 2.) ) VI. Joy. — "In whom, though \ now ye see Him not, yet believing, ye re- joice with joy unspeak- able, and full of glory.' (1 Pet. i. 8.) . . . VII. Discipline. — "Whom the \ Lord loveth, He chas- J-ccclxxxvii. to cccxcix. . teneth." [Heb. xii. 6.) / VIII. Patience. — " Be patient,^ therefore, brethren, un- I to the coming of the j Lord." (James v. 7.) ) Page CCCLXXVII. tO CCCLXXXVI. 413 cccc. to CCCCXII. Additional Hymns ^ Notes 489 List of Authors 507 Index of First Lines 513 PART I HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE SUBJECTS OF THE CREED PART FIRST THE HOLY TRINITY " The Catholic Faith is this : that we worship one God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity." HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee ; Holy, holy, holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea, Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. 4 The Book of Praise Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky and sea ; Holy, holy, holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 ROUND the Lord in glory seated Cherubim and seraphim Filled His temple, and repeated Each to each th' alternate hymn. ' ' Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, 1 ' Lord of hosts, the Lord most High ! " With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow : * * Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " Bishop Richard M ant. 1837 The Holy Trinity III 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 one accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 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 ! 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. 1853 The Book of Praise Te Deum Laudamits GOD eternal, Lord of all, Lowly at Thy feet we fall, All the earth doth worship Thee ; We amidst the throng would be. All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice holy, God most High ! Lord of all the heavenly powers, Be the same loud anthem ours. Glorified apostles raise Night and day continual praise ; Hast Thou not a mission too For Thy children here to do ? With Thy prophets' goodly line We in mystic bond combine ; For Thou hast to babes revealed Things that to the wise were sealed. Martyrs, in a noble host, Of Thy cross are heard to boast ; Since so bright the crown they wear, Early we Thy cross would bear. All Thy Church in heaven and earth, Jesus ! hail Thy spotless birth ; Own the God, who all has made ; And the Spirit's soothing aid. The Holy Trinity Offspring of a Virgin's womb ; Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb ; Seated on the Judgment-throne, Number us among Thine own ! Day by day we magnify Thee, And would evermore be nigh Thee ; Keep us from the Tempter's snare ; Spare Thy people, Jesu, spare ! Jcunes Elwin Millard. V Te Deum Laudamus 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. To Thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high, Both cherubin and seraphin, The heavens and all the powers therein. The Apostles join the glorious throng ; The Prophets swell the immortal song ; The Martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to Thy praise. Thee, Holy, holy, holy King ! Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing : Thus earth below, and heaven above, Resound Thy glory and Thy love. Thomas Cotterill. [1810] The Book of Praise I GIVE immortal praise To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here And better hopes above ; He sent His own eternal Son To die for sins that man had done. To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with His blood From everlasting woe ; And now He lives, and now He reigns, And sees the fruit of all His pains. To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live ; His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. Almighty God, to Thee Be endless honors done ; The undivided Three, And the mysterious One ! Where reason fails with all her powers, There faith prevails, and love adores. Isaac Watts. 1709 VII OKING of kings, before whose throne The angels bow, no gift can we Present that is indeed our own, Since heaven and earth belong to Thee : God the Creator Yet this our souls through grace impart, The offering of a thankful heart O Jesu, set at God's right hand, With Thine eternal Father plead For all Thy loyal-hearted band, Who still on earth Thy succor need ; For them in weakness strength provide, And through the world their footsteps guide. O Holy Spirit, Fount of breath, Whose comforts never fail nor fade, Vouchsafe the life that knows no death, Vouchsafe the light that knows no shade ; And grant, that we through all our days May share Thy gifts, and sing Thy praise. Variation by Thomas Darli?ig: i Front John Quarks. 1654 II GOD THE CREATOR 1 1 believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible." VIII Psalm C BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; io The Book of Praise And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. We '11 crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 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. Isaac Watts. 1719 Varied by Charles Wesley. 1741 IX Psalm XCIII 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. 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. In vain the noisy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Against Thine empire rage and roar : In vain, with angry spite, God the Creator \\ The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore. 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 forever stands on high. Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new ; There fixed, Thy Church shall ne'er remove : Thy saints with holy fear Shall in Thy courts appear, And sing Thine everlasting love. Isaac Watts. 17 19 LET all the world rejoice, The great Jehovah reigns ; The thunders are His awful voice ; Our life His will ordains ; The glories of His Name The lightnings, floods, and hail proclaim. He rules by sea and land, O'er boundless realms He sways ; He holds the oceans in His hand, And mighty mountains weighs; Unequalled and alone In majesty He fills His throne. The universe He made By His prevailing might ; The Book of Praise The earth's foundations He hath laid, And scattered ancient night ; When heaven, and earth, and sea, Proclaimed His awful majesty. When the bright orb of day- First gleamed with ruddy light, And yonder moon, with silver ray, Marched up the vault of night ; And stars bedecked the skies, That seemed creation's thousand eyes ; And earth's fair form was seen, With flowers and blossoms drest ; And trees, and fields, and meadows green. Adorned her youthful breast, Hung out in boundless space, Amid the ocean's cool embrace ; Glad was the angel throng To see His might prevail ; And loud they sung a joyful song This universe to hail, While yet in youth it stood ; The Maker, too, pronounced it good. But this fair world shall die, The creature of a day ; In ashes and in ruins lie, Its glory passed away : As when before her birth, Again shall be this mighty earth. Soon shall the day be o'er Of yonder brilliant sun ; God the Creator 13 And he shall set to rise no more, His race of glory rim ; And soon, alas ! all soon Shall fade the stars, and yon pale moon. But ever fix'd, the throne Of the Eternal One Shall stand, when all creation's gone, Unequalled and alone ; New worlds to make at will, And His own wise designs fulfil. John Hitnt. 1853 XI Psalm CXV NOT unto us, Almighty Lord, But to Thyself the glory be ! Created by Thy awful wrord, We only live to honor Thee. Where is their God ? the heathen cry, And bow to senseless wood and stone ; Our God, we tell them, fills the sky, And calls ten thousand worlds his own. Vain gods ! vain men ! the Lord alone Is Israel's worship, Israel's friend ; O fear His power, His goodness own, And love Him, trust Him, to the end. W7ho lean on Him, from strength to strength, From light to light, shall onward move, Till through the grave they pass at length, To sing on high His saving love. Henry Francis Lytc. 1S34 14 The Book of Praise XII Psalm CXLVI 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 the opprest, He feeds the poor ; And none shall find his promise vain. 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. I '11 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. Isaac Watts. 17 19 XIII Psalm XIX THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. God the Creator 15 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. What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice or sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing, as they shine, " The hand that made us is divine." Joseph A ddisan. 1 7 1 2 THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God, above, below, Within us and around, Arc pages in that book, to show IIow God Himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 1 6 The Book of Praise The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run ; But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its sun. . The Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns His holy hill ; The saints, like stars, around His seat Perform their courses still. The saints above are stars in Heaven ; What are the saints on earth ? Like trees they stand, whom God has given, Our Eden's happy birth. Faith is their fix'd unswerving root, Hope their unfading flower ; Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The glory of their bower. The dew of heaven is like Thy grace ; It steals in silence down ; But, where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. One name, above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs. The raging fire, the roaring wind, Thy boundless power display : But in the gentler breeze we find Thy Spirit's viewless way. God the Creator if Two worlds are ours : 't is only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. Thou who hast given us eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give us a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere. John Keble. 1827 XV Psalm LXV ON God the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's 'name is known By nature's feeble light alone. He bids the noisy tempests cease ; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form ; Mountains, establish'd by His hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. Behold His ensigns sweep the sky ; New comets blaze, and lightnings fly ! The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 2 1 8 The Book of Praise At His command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day ; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. Seasons and times obey His voice ; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and drest in flowers. 'T is from His watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply ; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth His enriching drops dispense. The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield ; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. Thy works pronounce Thy power divine ; O'er every field Thy glories shine ; Through every month thy gifts appear ; Great God ! Thy goodness crowns the year ! Isaac Watts. 1719 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore ; A spring, whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest In eveiy cheerful ray ; Love draws the curtains of the night5 And love restores the day. God the Creator Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields, With joyful clusters bend the vines, With harvests wave the fields. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, Are in the Gospel seen ; There, like the Sun, Thy mercy shines Without a cloud between. Thomas Gibbons. 1784 XVII I SING th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day : The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good. Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, Where'er I turn my eye ; If I survey the ground I tread, Oi gaze upon the sky ! There 's not a plant or flower below, But makes Thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne. 20 The Book of Praise Creatures, as numerous as they be, Are subject to Thy care ; There 's not a place where we can flee But God is present there. In heaven He shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath ; 'T is on His earth I stand or move, And 'tis His air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard ; He keeps me with His eye ; Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is forever nigh ? Isaac Watts. 1720 YES, God is good ; in earth and sky, From ocean-depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, " God made us all, and God is good." The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say, In accents clear, that God is good. The meny birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed ; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, " God is good." I hear it in the rushing breeze ; The hills that have for ages stood, God the Creator 21 The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, "God is good." Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued ; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord ; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, Thy quick'ning word ; These prompt our song, that God is good. John Ha77ipden Gurney. 1851 XIX Xil laudilms nostris eges OUR praise Thou need'st not ; but Thy love, Our Father and our Friend, Would have our prayers thus soar above, In blessings to descend. Thy secret judgments' depths profound Still sings the silent night ; The day upon his golden round Thy pity infinite. The soul lost in astonishment Would speechless wonder fill ; But, in the ravished bosom pent, Love cannot all be still. Feeble and faint, she fain would tell Of our great Father's love, Tempering the ills that with us dwell, And pledging good above. The Book of Praise Thither would our best thoughts aspire, But chains on us abide ; O quicken Thou our faint desire, And to Thy presence guide ! Isaac Williams. 1839 XX LET all the world in every corner sing My God and King ! The heavens are not too high ; His praise may thither fly : The earth is not too low ; His praises there may grow. Let all the world in every corner sing My God and King ! The Church with psalms must shout ; No door can keep them out : But, above all, the heart Must bear the longest part. Let all the world in every corner sing My God and King ! George Herbert. 1632 XXI Psalm CIV 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. God the Creator 23 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath Deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path On the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store Of wonders untold Almighty, Thy power Hath founded of old, Hath stablished it fast By a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, Like a mantle, the sea. 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 ! 24 The Book of Praise O measureless Might ! Ineffable Love ! While angels delight To hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise. Sir Robert Grant. [1839] SING to the Lord with cheerful voice ; From realm to realm the notes shall sound, And heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full Hosanna round. When, starting from the shades of night, At dread Jehovah's high behest, The Sun arrayed his limbs in light, And Earth her virgin beauty drest ; Thy praise transported Nature sung In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ; The song, by cherub voices raised, Rolled through the dark blue depths above ; And Israel's shepherds heard amazed The seraph notes of peace and love- God the Creator 25 And shall not man the concert join, For whom this bright creation rose, — For whom the fires of morning shine, And eve's still lamps, that woo repose ? And shall not he the chorus swell, Whose form the Incarnate Godhead wore, Whose guilt, whose fears, wdiose triumph tell How deep the wounds his Saviour bore ? Long as yon glittering arch shall bend, Long as yon orbs in glory roll, Long as the streams of life descend To cheer with hope the fainting soul, Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice, Shall bid the song of rapture sound : And heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full Hosanna round. John Bowdler. 1814 XXIII Psalm CIII PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven ; To His feet thy tribute bring ; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me His praise should sing? Praise Him ! praise Him ! Praise the everlasting King ! Praise Him for His grace and favor To our fathers in distress ; Praise Him, still the same forever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless ; Praise Him ! praise Him ! Glorious in His faithfulness ! 26 The Book of Praise 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 : Praise Him ! praise Him ! Widely as His mercy flows ! Angels, help us to adore Him, Ye behold Him face to face ; Sun and moon, bow down before Him ; Dwellers all in time and space, Praise Him ! praise Him ! Praise with us the God of grace ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 XXIV Psalm CL PRAISE the Lord, His glories show, Saints within His courts below, Angels round His throne above, All that see and share His love. Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, Tell His wonders, sing His worth ; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise Him, praise Him, evermore ! Praise the Lord, His mercies trace ; Praise His providence and grace, All that He for man hath 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 Him, praise Him, evermore ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 God the Creator 27 XXV Psalm CXLVIII PRAISE the Lord of Heaven, praise Him in the height, Praise Him, all ye angels, praise Him, stars and light; Praise Him, skies, and waters, which above the skies, When His word commanded, 'stablished did arise. Praise the Lord, ye fountains of the deeps and seas, Rocks and hills and mountains, cedars and all trees ; Praise Him, clouds and vapors, snow, and hail, and fire, Stormy wind, fulfilling only His desire. Praise Him, fowls and cattle, princes and all kings, Praise Him, men and maidens, all created things ; For the Name of God is excellent alone ; Over earth His footstool, over heaven His throne. T. B. Browne. 1844 XXVI HARK, my soul, how everything Strives to serve our bounteous King ; Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. Nature's chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire ; Chanting every day their lauds, While the grove their song applauds. Though their voices lower be, Streams have too their melody ; Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. 28 The Book of Praise All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring ; If Heaven bless them, thankful they Smell more sweet, and look more gay. Only we can scarce afford This short office to our Lord ; We, on whom His bounty flows, All things gives, and nothing owes. Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, Wake, and gladly sing thy part ; Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy nobler powers. Call whole nature to thy aid, Since 't was He whole nature made ; Join in one eternal song, Who to one God all belong. Live forever, glorious Lord ! Live, by all Thy works adored ! One in Three, and Three in One, Thrice we bow to Thee alone ! John A ttstin. 1668 XXVII COME, O come ! in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise ; Hither bring, in one consent, Heart, and voice, and instrument : Music add of every kind, Sound the trump, the cornet wind, Strike the viol, touch the lute, Let not tongue nor string be mute ; God the Creator Nor a creature dumb be found That hath either voice or sound. Let those things which do not live In still music praises give ; Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep On the earth or in the deep : Loud aloft your voices strain, Beasts and monsters of the main ; Birds, your warbling treble sing ; Clouds, your peals of thunder ring ; Sun and moon, exalted higher, And bright stars, augment the choir. Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take your place, And amid the mortal throng Be you masters of the song : Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest tenor yours : Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is He. From earth's vast and hollow womb, Music's deepest base may come ; Seas and floods, from shore to shore, Shall their counter-tenors roar : To this concert, when we sing, Whistling winds your descants bring ; That our song may over- climb All the bounds of place and time, And ascend, from sphere to sphere, To the great Almighty's ear. 29 30 The Book of Praise So from heaven on earth He shall Let His gracious blessings fall : And this huge wide orb we see Shall one choir, one temple be ; Where in such a praiseful tone We will sing what He hath done, That the cursed fiends below Shall thereat impatient grow : Then, O come, in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise ! George Wither. 1641 XXVIII TO God, ye choir above, begin A hymn so loud and strong, That all the universe may hear And join the grateful song. Praise Him, thou sun, Who dwells unseen Amidst transcendent light, Where thy refulgent orb would seem A spot, as dark as night. Thou silver moon, ye host of stars, The universal song Through the serene and silent night To listening worlds prolong. Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns, From whence no travelling ray Hath yet to us, through ages past, Had time to make its way. Assist, ye raging storms, and bear On rapid wings His praise. God the Creator 31 From north to south, from east to west, Through heaven, and earth, and seas. Exert your voice, ye furious fires That rend the watery cloud, And thunder to this nether world Your Maker's words aloud. Ye works of God, that dwell unknown Beneath the rolling main ; Ye birds, that sing among the groves, And sweep the azure plain ; Ye stately hills, that rear your heads, And towering pierce the sky ; Ye clouds, that with an awful pace Majestic roll on high ; Ye insects small, to which one leaf Within its narrow sides A vast extended world displays, And spacious realms provides ; Ye race, still less than these, with which The stagnant water teems, To which one drop, however small, A boundless ocean seems ; Whate'er ye are, where'er ye dwell, Ye creatures great or small, Adore the wisdom, praise the power, That made and governs all. And if ye want or sense or sounds, To swell the grateful noise, Prompt mankind with that sense, and they Shall find for you a voice. 2,2 The Book of Praise From all the boundless realms of space Let loud Hosannas sound ; Loud send, ye wondrous works of God, The grateful concert round. Philip Skeltou. 1784 T XXIX HE strain upraise of joy and praise, To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing, Alleluia ! Alleluia ! And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re-echo through the sky, Alleluia ! They through the fields of Paradise who roam, The blessed ones, repeat through that bright home, Alleluia ! The planets glittering on their heavenly way, The shining constellations, join and say, Alleluia ! Ye clouds that onward sweep, Ye winds on pinions light, Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep, Ye lightnings, wildly bright, In sweet consent unite your Alleluia ! Ye floods and ocean 'billows, Ye storms and winter snow, Ye days of cloudless beauty, Hoar frost and summer glow ; Ye groves that wave in spring, And glorious forests, sing Alleluia .' God the Creator 33 First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say Alleluia ! Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain, Join in creation's hymn, and cry again, Alleluia ! Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous, Alleluia ! There let the valleys sing in gentler chorus, Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry Ye tracts of earth and continents, reply To God, who all creation made, The frequent hymn be duly paid ; Alleluia ! This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Almighty loves ; Alleluia ! This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ him- self approves ; Alleluia ! Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, Alleluia ! And children's voices echo, answer making, Alleluia ! Now from all men be outpoured Alleluia to the Lord ; With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore. Praise be done to the Three in One, Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! John Mason Ncale. 1S51 3 34 The Book of Praise III CHRIST INCARNA TE "And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of His Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, Begotten, not made, being of one Substance with the Father, by whom all things were made : " Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from Heaven, and was Incarnate by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, and was made man." XXX " Jam desi?iant suspiria." WAY with sorrow's sigh, Our prayers are heard on high ; And through Heaven's crystal door On this our earthly floor Comes meek-eyed Peace to walk with poor mortality. In dead of night profound, There breaks a seraph sound Of never-ending morn ; The Lord of glory born Within a holy grot on this our sullen ground. Now with that shepherd crowd, If it might be allowed, We fain would enter there With awful hastening fear, And kiss that cradle chaste in reverend worship bowed. A" Christ Incarnate 35 O sight of strange surprise That fills our gazing eyes ; A manger coldly strewed, And swaddling bands so rude, A leaning mother poor, and child that helpless lies. Art Thou, O wondrous sight, Of lights the very Light, Who holdest in Thy hand The sky and sea and land, — Who than the glorious heavens art more exceeding bright ? 'T is so ; faith darts before, And, through the cloud drawn o'er, She sees the God of all, Where angels prostrate fall, Adoring tremble still, and trembling still adore. No thunders round Thee break ; Yet doth Thy silence speak From that, Thy Teacher's seat, To us around Thy feet, To shun what flesh desires, what flesh abhors to seek. Within us, Babe divine, Be bora, and make us Thine ; Within our souls reveal Thy love and power to heal ; Be bora, and make our hearts Thy cradle and Thy shrine. Isaac Williams. 1839 36 The Book of Praise WHAT sudden blaze of song Spreads o'er the expanse of Heaven ? In waves of light it thrills along, Th' angelic signal given : Glory to God ! from yonder central fire Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir. Like circles widening round Upon a clear blue river, Orb after orb, the wondrous sound Is echoed on forever : " Glory to God on high, on earth be peace, And love towards men of love, salvation and release ! " Yet stay, before thou dare To join that festal throng ; Listen, and mark what gentle air First stirred the tide of song : 'T is not, " the Saviour born in David's home, To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come." *T is not, " the Christ the Lord" : With fixed adoring look The choir of angels caught the word, Nor yet their silence broke : But when they heard the sign, where Christ should be, In sudden light they shone, and heavenly harmony. Wrapped in His swaddling bands, And in His manger laid, The Hope and Glory of all lands Is come to the world's aid : Christ Incarnate 37 No peaceful home upon 1 1 is cradle smiled ; Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child. But where Thou dwellest, Lord, No other thought should be ; Once duly welcomed and adored, How should I part with Thee ? Bethlehem must lose Thee soon ; but Thou wilt grace The single heart to be Thy sure abiding- place. Thee, on the bosom laid Of a pure virgin mind, In quiet ever and in shade Shepherd and sage may find ; They, who have bowed untaught to Nature's sway, And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way. The pastoral spirits first Approach Thee, Babe divine ; For they in lowly thoughts are nurst, Meet for Thy lowly shrine : Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell, Angels from heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell. Still, as the day comes round For Thee to be revealed, By wakeful shepherds Thou art found, Abiding in the field : All through the wintry heaven and chill night air In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer. 3& The Book of Praise O faint not ye for fear ! What though your wandering sheep, Reckless of what they see and hear, Lie lost in wilful sleep ? High Heaven, in mercy to your sad annoy, Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy. Think on the eternal home The Saviour left for you ; Think on the Lord most holy, come To dwell with hearts untrue : So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways, And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. John Keble. 1827 XXXII "T* IS come, the time so oft foretold, X The time eternal love forecast ; Four thousand years of hope have rolled, And God hath sent His Son at last ; Let heaven, let earth, adore the plan ; Glory to God, and grace to man ! To swains that watched their nightly fold, Of lowly lot, of lowly mind, To these the tidings first were told, That told of hope for lost mankind ; God gives His Son ; no more He can ; Glory to God, and grace to man ! And well to shepherds first 't is known, The Lord of angels comes from high, In humblest aspect like their own, Good Shepherd, for His sheep to die : O height and depth, which who shall span ? Glory to God, and grace to man ! Chi 1st Incarnate 39 Fain with those meek, those happy swains, Lord, I would hear that angel choir ; Till, ravished by celestial strains, My heart responds with holy fire ; (That holy fire Thy breath must fan ;) Glory to God, and grace to man ! Thomas Giiiifield. 1836 WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. " 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 wrapt 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. 4$ The Book of Praise " All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good will henceforth from Heaven to men Begin, and never cease ! " Nahujn Tate. 1703 XXXIV HARK ! how all the welkin rings ! Glory to the King of kings ! 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 ! 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, the Incarnate Deity, Pleased as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here ! Hail ! the heavenly Prince of Peace 2 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, Bom to give them second birth. Christ Incarnate 41 Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home ! Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed, Bruise in us the Serpent's head ! Now display Thy saving power, Ruined nature now restore, Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to Thine ! Adam's likeness, Lord, efface ; Stamp Thy image in its place ; Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in Thy love ! Let us Thee, though lost, regain, Thee, the Life, the Heavenly Man : O, to all Thyself impart, Formed in each believing heart ! Charles Wesley. 1743 XXXV WE 'LL sing, in spite of scorn : Our theme is come from Heaven : To us a Child is born, • To us a Son is given ; The sweetest news that ever came We '11 sing, though all the world should blame. The long-expected morn Has dawned upon the earth ; The Saviour Christ is born, And angels sing His birth : We '11 join the bright seraphic throng, We '11 share their joys, and swell their song. 42 The Book of Praise O, 't is a lofty theme, Supplied by angels' tongues ! All other objects seem Unworthy of our songs. This sacred theme has boundless charms, It fills, it captivates, it warms. Now sing of peace divine, Of grace to guilty man ; No wisdom, Lord, but Thine Could form the wondrous plan ; Where peace and righteousness embrace, And justice goes along with grace. Give praise to God on high, With angels round His throne ; Give praise to God with joy, Give praise to God alone ! 'T is meet His saints their songs should raise, And give the Saviour endless praise. Thomas Kelly. 1806 - 1836 XXXVI THE scene around me disappears, And, borne to ancient regions, While time recalls the flight of years, I see angelic legions Descending in an orb of light : Amidst the dark and silent night I hear celestial voices. Tidings, glad tidings from above To eveiy age and nation ! Tidings, glad tidings ! God is Love, To man He sends salvation ! Christ Incarnate 43 His Son beloved, His only Son, The work of mercy hath begun ; Give to His Name the glory ! Through David's city I am led ; Here all around are sleeping ; A Light directs to yon poor shed ; There lonely watch is keeping : I enter ; ah ! what glories shine ! Is this Immanuel's earthly shrine, Messiah's infant Temple ? It is, it is ; and I adore This Stranger meek and lowly, As saints and angels bow before The throne of God thrice Holy ! Faith through the veil of flesh can see The Face of Thy Divinity, My Lord, my God, my Saviour ! James Montgomery. 1825 XXXVII THOUGH rude winds usher thee, sweet day. Though clouds thy face deform, Though nature's grace is swept away Before thy sleety storm ; Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest, Of blessed days thou art most blest Nor frigid air nor gloomy morn Shall check our jubilee ; Bright is the day when Christ was born, No sun need shine but He ; Let roughest storms their coldest blow, With love of Him our hearts shall glow. 44 The Book of Praise Inspired with high and holy thought, Fancy is on the wing ; It seems as to mine ear it brought Those voices carolling, Voices through heaven and earth that ran5 Glory to God, good-will to man. I see the shepherds gazing wild At those fair spirits of light ; I see them bending o'er the Child With that untold delight Which marks the face of those who view Things but too happy to be true. There, in the lowly manger laid, Incarnate God they see ; He stoops to take, through spotless maid- Our frail humanity : Son of high God, creation's Heir, He leaves His Heaven to raise us there. Through Him, Lord, we are born anew, Thy children once again ; Oh ! day by day our hearts renew, That Thine we may remain, And, angel-like, may all agree, One sweet and holy family. Oft, as this joyous morn doth come To speak our Saviour's love, O, may it bear our spirits home, Where He now reigns above ; That day which brought Him from the skies, And man restores to Paradise ! Christ Incarnate 45 Then let winds usher thee, sweet day, Let clouds thy face deform ; Though nature's grace is swept away Before thy sleety storm ; Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest Of blessed days thou art most blest. Sa i?i iicl R icka rds. 1825 XXXVIII IT came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, good-will to men From Heaven's all-gracious King'': The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weaiy world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 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 : Oh ! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing ! 46 The Book of Praise 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 : Oh ! rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing ! For lo ! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold ; When Peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. Edmund H. Sears. 1850 THE race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious Light ; The people dwell in Day, who dwelt In Death's surrounding night To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, The gathering nations come, Joyous as when the reapers bear The harvest-treasures home. For Thou our burden hast removed, And quelled th' oppressor's sway, Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell In Midian's evil day. Christ Incarnate 47 To us a Child of Hope is bom, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. His Name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. His power increasing still shall spread, His reign no end shall know : Justice shall guard His throne above, And Peace abound below. John Morrison. 1770 BRIGHT was the guiding star that led With mild, benignant ray The Gentiles to the lowly shed, Where the Redeemer lay. 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. O haste to follow where it leads ; The gracious call obey ; Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way. O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given ! Who meekly follow Christ on earth Shall reign with Him in heaven. Anon. " Sph it of the Psa Ims. " 1 8 29 48 The Book of Praise 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 God, may we Evermore be led by Thee. As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed ; There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore 5 So may we with willing feet Ever seek Thy mercy-seat. 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. Holy Jesus ! every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 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 Hallelujahs to our King. William Chatter ton Dix. i860 Christ Incarnate 49 HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every 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, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor. Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge. 1755 LO ! He comes ! let all adore Him ! 'T is the God of grace and truth I Go ! prepare the way before Him, Make the rugged places smooth ! Lo ! he comes, the mighty Lord ! Great His work, and His reward. 4 50 The Book of Praise Let the valleys all be raised ; Go, and make the crooked straight Let the mountains be abased ; Let all nature change its state ; Through the desert mark a road, Make a highway for our God. Through the desert God is going, Through the desert waste and wild. Where no goodly plant is growing, "Where no verdure ever smiled ; But the desert shall be glad, And with verdure soon be clad. Where the thorn and brier flourished, Trees shall there be seen to grow, Planted by the Lord and nourished, Stately, fair, and fruitful too ; They shall rise on every side, They shall spread their branches wide. From the hills and lofty mountains Rivers shall be seen to flow, There the Lord will open fountains, Thence supply the plains below ; As He passes, every land Shall confess His powerful hand. Tho?nas Kelly. 180c XLIV Psalm XCVIII JOY to the world, the Lord is come : Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing. Christ Incarnate 3 1 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns : Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love. Isaac Watts. 1709 XLV THUS saith God of His Anointed ; He shall let My people go ; 'T is the work for Him appointed, 'T is the work that He shall do ; And My city He shall found, and build it too. He whom man with scorn refuses, Whom the favored nation hates, He it is Jehovah chooses, Him the highest place awaits ; Kings and princes Shall do homage at His gates. He shall humble all the scomers, He shall fill His foes with shame ; He shall raise and comfort mourners By the sweetness of His Name ; To the captives He shall liberty proclaim. £2 The Book of Praise He shall gather those that wandered ; When they hear the trumpet's sound, They shall join the sacred standard, They shall come and flock around ; He shall save them, They shall be with glory crowned. Thomas Kelly. OFOR a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace ! My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of Thy Name. Jesus, the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'T is music in the sinner's ears, 'T is life, and health, and peace ! He speaks, and, listening to His voice, New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. Hear Him, ye deaf ; His praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy ! Charles Wesley. 1743 Christ Incarnate 53 XLVII HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear ! It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast \ 'T is manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest Dear Name ! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace, By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled ; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I '11 praise Thee as I ought. Till then, I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death ! John Newton. \\ 54 The Book of Praise IV CHRIST CRUCIFIED "And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate ; He suffered, and was buried." XLVIII 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. 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 ? 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. Isaac Watts. 1709 WE sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but lo<^. Christ Crucified 55 Inscribed upon the cross we see, In shining letters, God is Love ; He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. The Cross ! it takes our guilt away ; It holds the fainting spirit up ; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup ; It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light ; The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. Thomas Kelly. 1820 LORD Jesu, when we stand afar And gaze upon Thy Holy Cross, In love of Thee and scorn of self, Oh ! may we count the world as loss. When we behold thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that Thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. O holy Lord ! uplifted high With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, Embracing in Thy wondrous love The sinful world that lies below ! 56 The Book of Praise Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see ; And in the mystery of Thy Death Draw us and all men unto Thee ! William Walsham How. [i860] BENEATH Thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see Thy bloody crown 5 Love drops in blood from every vein ; Love is the spring of all His pain. Here, Jesus, I shall ever stay, And spend my longing hours away, Think on Thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate Thy woes again. The rage of Satan and of sin, Of foes without, and fears within, Shall ne'er my conquering soul remove Or from Thy cross, or from Thy love. Secured from harms beneath Thy shade, Here death and hell shall ne'er invade ; Nor Sinai, with its thundering noise, Shall e'er disturb my happier joys. O unmolested, happy rest ! Where inward fears are all supprest ; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure. William Williams. 1772 Christ Crucified 57 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief : He saw, and oh ! amazing love ! He ran to our relief. Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste He fled ; Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. Oh ! for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak ! Angels, assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold ! But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. Isaac Watts. 1709 LIII Psalm VIII OLORD, how good, how great art Thou, In heaven and earth the same ! There angels at Thy footstool bow, Here babes Thy grace proclaim. 58 The Book of Praise 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 ! 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. Close to Thine own bright seraphim His favored path is trod ; And all beside are serving him, That he may serve his God. 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. Henry Francis 1-vte. 1834 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Jesus, our great High-Priest, Hath full atonement made ; Ye weaiy spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad ; The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home; Christ Crucified 59 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in His blood Throughout the world proclaim : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Ye, who have sold for naught Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love ; The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. The Gospel Trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Charles Wesley. 1751 NOW let us join with hearts and tongues, And emulate the angels' songs ; Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing. 60 The Book of Praise They praise the Lamb who once was slain ; But we can add a higher strain ; Not only say, He suffered thus, But that He suffered all for us. Jesus, who passed the angels by, Assumed our flesh to bleed and die ; And still He makes it His abode ; As man He fills the throne of God. Our next of kin, our Brother now, Is He to whom the angels bow ; They join with us to praise His Name, And we the nearest interest claim. But ah ! how faint our praises rise ! Sure 't is the wonder of the skies, That we, who share His richest love, So cold and unconcerned should prove. O glorious hour ! it comes with speed, When we, from sin and darkness freed, Shall see the God who died for man, And praise Him more than angels can. John Newton. 17 LVI O SAVIOUR, may we never rest Till Thou art formed within ; Till Thou hast calmed our troubled breast, And crushed the power of sin. O may we gaze upon Thy cross, Until the wondrous sight Makes earthly treasures seem but dross, And earthly sorrows light ; — Christ Crucified 61 Until, released from carnal ties, Our spirit upward springs, And sees true peace above the skies, True joy in heavenly things. There as we gaze, may we become United, Lord, to Thee ; And in a fairer, happier home Thy perfect beauty see. William Hiley Batknrst. 1831 LVII SAVIOUR, I lift my trembling eyes To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning Sacrifice, For me, for all, is ever nigh. Be Thou my guard on peril's brink ; Be Thou my guide through weal or woe ; And teach me of Thy cup to drink, And make me in Thy path to go. For what is earthly change or loss ? Thy promises are still my own : The feeblest frame may bear Thy cross, The lowliest spirit share Thy Throne. Anon. "J/. G. 7V 1831 62 The Book of Praise CHRIST RISEN ' And the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures.' AGAIN the Lord of Life and Light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom ! O what a sun, which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb ! This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His Soul in death ; He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath. Christ Risen 63 And now His conquering chariot-wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; While broke beneath His powerful cross Death's iron sceptre lies. Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below, Through Him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow. And still for erring, guilty man A Brother's pity flows ; And still His bleeding heart is touched With memory of our woes. To Thee, my Saviour and my King, Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepared like Thee to die, With Thee that I may live ! A nna Lcetitia Barbauld. 1825 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say : Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo ! He sets in blood no more. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; Christ hath burst the gates of hell i Death in vain forbids His rise ; Christ hath opened Paradise ! 64 The Book of Praise Lives again our glorious King : Where, O Death, is now thy sting ? Once He died, our souls to save : Where thy victoiy, O Grave ? Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head ; Made like Him, like Him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. What though once we perished all, Partners in our parents' fall ? vSecond life we all receive, In our Heavenly Adam live. Risen with Him, we upward move ; Still we seek the things above ; Still pursue, and kiss the Son Seated on His Father's Throne. Scarce on earth a thought bestow, Dead to all we leave below ; Heaven our aim, and loved abode, Hid our life with Christ in God : Hid, till Christ our Life appear Glorious in His members here ; Joined to Him, we then shall shine, All immortal, all divine. Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven ! Praise to Thee by both be given ! Thee we greet triumphant now ! Hail, the Resurrection Thou ! Christ Risen 65 King of glory, Soul of bliss ! Everlasting life is this, Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love ! Charles Wesley. 1743 LX JESUS Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah ! Our triumphant holy day, Hallelujah ! Who did once upon the cross Hallelujah ! Suffer to redeem our loss ; Hallelujah ! Hymns of praise then let us sing Hallelujah ! Unto Christ our Heavenly King, Hallelujah ! Who endured the cross and grave, Hallelujah ! Sinners to redeem and save ; Hallelujah ! But the pain which He endured, Hallelujah ! Our salvation has procured : Hallelujah ! Now above the sky He 's king, Hallelujah ! Where the angels ever sing Hallelujah ! Sing we to our God above Hallelujah ! Praise eternal as His love ; Hallelujah ! Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Hallelujah ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; Hallelujah ! Anon. [1762] [Last stanza by Charles Wesley) Ad templa nos rursus vocat NOW Morning lifts her dewy veil With new-born blessings crowned : Oh ! haste we then her light to hail In courts of holy ground ! «; 66 The Book of Praise But Christ, triumphant o'er the grave, Shines more divinely bright : Oh ! sing we then His power to save, And walk we in His light ! When from the swaddling bands of shade Sprang forth the world so fair, In robes of brilliancy arrayed, O, what a Power was there ! When He, who gave His guiltless Son A guilty world to spare, Restored to life the Holy One, O, what a Love was there ! When forth from its Creator's hand The earth in beauty stood, All decked with light at His command, He saw, and called it good. But still more lovely in His sight, The earth still fairer stood, When the Holy Lamb had washed it white In His atoning blood. Still, as the morning rays return, To the pious soul 't is given In fancy's mirror to discern The radiant domes of Heaven. But now that our eternal Sun Hath shed His beams abroad, In Him we see the Holy One, And mount at once to God. Christ Risen 67 O, holy, blessed Three in One ! May Thy pure light be given, That we the paths of death may shun, And keep the road to Heaven ! John Chandler. 1837 THE Son of God ! the Lord of Life ! How wondrous are His ways ! O for a harp of thousand strings, To sound abroad his praise ! How passing strange, to leave the seat Of Heaven's eternal throne, And hosts of glittering Seraphim, For guilty man alone ! And did He bow His sacred head, And die a death of shame ? Let men and angels magnify And bless His holy name ! O let us live in peace and love, And cast away our pride, And crucify our sins afresh, As He was crucified ! He rose again ; then let us rise From sin, and Christ adore, And dwell in peace with all mankind, And tempt the Lord no more ! The Son of God ! the Lord of Life ! How wondrous are His ways ! O for a harp of thousand strings To sound abroad His praise ! George Mogridge. [1851] 68 The Book of Praise SALVATION ! O the joyful sound ! 'T is pleasure to our ears ! A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears ! Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay ; But we arise, by grace Divine, To see a heavenly day. Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound ! Isaac Watts. 1709 THE foe behind, the deep before, Our hosts have dared and past the sea : And Pharaoh's warriors strew the shore, And Israel's ransomed tribes are free. Lift up, lift up your voices now ! The whole wide world rejoices now ! The Lord hath triumphed gloriously ! The Lord shall reign victoriously ! Happy morrow, Turning sorrow Into peace and mirth ! Bondage ending, Love descending O'er the earth ! Christ Risen (-9 Seals assuring;, Guards securing, Watch His earthly prison : Seals are shattered, Guards are scattered, Christ hath risen ! No longer must the mourners weep, Nor call departed Christians dead ; For death is hallowed into sleep And eveiy grave becomes a bed. Now once more Eden's door Open stands to mortal eyes ; For Christ hath risen, and men shall rise : Now at last, Old things past, Hope and joy and peace begin : For Christ hath won, and man shall win. It is not exile, rest on high : It is not sadness, peace from strife : To fall asleep is not to die ; To dwell with Christ is better life. Where our banner leads us, We may safely go : Where our Chief precedes us, We may face the foe. His right arm is o'er us, He will guide us through ; Christ hath gone before us ; Christians ! follow you ! John Mason Ncale. 1851 70 The Book of Praise VI CHRIST ASCENDED " And ascended into Heaven ; and sitteth on the right hand of the Father." THOU art gone up on high To mansions in the skies, And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise. But we are lingering here With sin and care oppressed ; Lord ! send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest ! Thou art gone up on high : But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter misery To pass unto Thy crown : And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be ; But only let that path of tears Lead us, at last, to Thee ! Thou art gone up on high : But Thou shalt come again With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. Oh ! by Thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour, At Thy right hand on high ! Mary Ewma Toke. 1851 Christ A sc -ended LXVI. THOU, who didst stoop below To drain the cup of woe, Wearing the form of frail mortality, Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won. Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high. Our eyes behold Thee not, Yet hast Thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in Thee. Before Thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where Thou art, there they may also be. It was no path of flowers Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread : And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread ? O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife ! Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed ; Raise Thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. E'en through the awful gloom Which hovers o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be : Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour ! which doth lead to Thee. Sarah Apple ton Miles. [1840] 72 The Book of Praise LXVII TO Him, who for our sins was slain, To Him, for all His dying pain, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him, the Lamb our sacrifice, Who gave His soul our ransom-price, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him, who died that we might die To sin, and live with him on high, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him, who rose that we might rise And reign with Him beyond the skies, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him, who now for us doth plead And helpeth us in all our need, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him, who doth prepare on high Our home in immortality, Sing we Hallelujah ! To Him be glory evermore ; Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore ; Sing we Hallelujah ! To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God most great, our joy and boast, Sing we Hallelujah ! A rthur Tozer Russell. 1851 Christ Ascended 73 SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the adoring knee ; When repentant to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; Oh ! by all the pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany ! By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness ; By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power ; Turn, oh ! turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn Litany ! By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold ; From Thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn Litany ! 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 ; 74 The Book of Praise Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany ! By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the sad sepulchral stone ; By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God ; Oh ! from earth to heaven restored, Mighty reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany ! Sir Robert Grant. [1839] SAVIOUR, who, exalted high In Thy Father's majesty, Yet vouchsaf 'st Thyself to show To Thy faithful flock below ; Foretaste of that blissful sight, When, arrayed in glorious light, Beaming with paternal grace, They shall see Thee face to face : Saviour, though this earthly shroud Now my mortal vision cloud, Still Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me ! Son of God, to Thee I cry : By the holy mystery Of Thy dwelling here on earth, By Thy pure and holy birth, Offspring of the Virgin's womb ; By the light, through midnight gloom, Bursting on the shepherds' gaze ; By the angels' song of praise : By the leading of the star, Christ A scoidcd The Eastern sages' guide from far ; By their gifts, with worship meet Offered at thy infant feet : Lord, Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me ! Man of sorrows, hear me cry ! By Thy great humility ; By Thy meekly-bowed head ; By Thy gentle spirit, fled To the mansions of the dead ; By the wound, whence issuing flowed Water mingled with Thy blood ; By Thy breathless -body, laid In the rock's sepulchral shade, Where man ne'er before reposed, Straitly watched, securely closed ; Lord, Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me ! Lord of Glory, God most high, Man exalted to the sky, God and man, to Thee I cry ! With Thy love my bosom fill, Prompt me to perform Thy will ; Grant me what Thou bidd'st to do ; What Thou proffer'st to pursue : So may He, the Sire above, Guard me with a Parent's love ! So may He, the Spirit blest, Whisper comfort, hope, and rest ! So mayst Thou, my Saviour, come, Make this froward heart Thy home, And manifest Thyself to me In the Triune Deity ! Bishop R ichard Mant. 1 83 1 76 The Book of Praise JESU ! behold, the Wise from far, Led to Thy cradle by a star, Bring gifts to Thee, their God and King ! O guide us by Thy light, that we The way may find, and still to Thee Our hearts, our all, for tribute bring ! Jesu ! the pure, the spotless Lamb, Who to the Temple humbly came, Duteous, the legal rites to pay ! O make our proud, our stubborn will All Thy wise, gracious laws fulfil, Whate'er rebellious nature say ! Jesu ! who on the fatal wood Pour'dst out Thy life's last drop of blood, Nailed to the accursed shameful cross ! O may we bless Thy love, and be Ready, dear Lord, to bear for thee All shame, all grief, all pain, and loss ! Jesu ! who, by Thine own love slain, By Thine own Power took'st life again, And Conqueror from the grave didst rise ! O may Thy death our souls revive, And ev'n on earth a new life give, A glorious life, that never dies ! Jesu S who to Thy heaven again Return'dst in triumph, there to reign, Of men and angels sovereign king ! O may our parting souls take flight Up to that land of joy and light, And there forever grateful sing ! Christ Ascended 77 All glory to the sacred Three, One undivided Deity ! All honor, power, and love, and praise ! Still may Thy blessed Name shine bright In beams of uncreated light, Crowned with its own eternal rays ! Variation from John A tcstin. 1668 By John Wesley, 1739 LXXI 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 ! Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins were on Thee 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 wTe appear. 78 The Book of Praise 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 the amazing story Of His dying love so great : In that blessed contemplation We forevermore shall dwell, Crowned with bliss and consolation, Such as none below can tell. John Bakewell. 176c 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. But oh ! what gentle terms, What condescending ways, Doth our Redeemer use To teach His heavenly grace ! Mine eyes with joy and wonder see What forms of love He bears for me. Christ Ascended 79 Arrayed in mortal flesh He like an Angel stands, And holds the promises And pardons in His hands ; Commissioned from His Father's throne To make His grace to mortals known. 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. Be Thou my Counsellor, My Pattern, and my Guide ; And through this desert land Still keep me near Thy side : Oh, let my feet ne'er run astray, Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way ! I love my Shepherd's voice ; His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of His sheep : He feeds His flock, He calls their namess His bosom bears the tender lambs. To this dear Surety's hand Will I commit my cause ; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws : Behold my soul at freedom set ; My Surety paid the dreadful debt. 80 The Book of Praise 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. My advocate appears For my defence on high ; The Father bows His ears And lays His thunder by : Not all that hell or sin can say Shall turn His heart, His love away. 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 before Thy feet ! Now let my soul arise, And tread the Tempter down ; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown ; A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. Should all the hosts of death And powers of hell unknown Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe ; for Christ displays Superior power, and guardian grace. Isaac Waits. Christ Ascended LXXIII BEYOND the glittering starry globe Far as the eternal hills, There, in the boundless worlds of light, Our great Redeemer dwells. Immortal angels, bright and fair, In countless armies shine, At His right hand, with golden harps, To offer songs divine. " Hail ! Prince," they cry, " forever hail ! Whose unexampled love Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms And royalties above ! " While Thou didst condescend on earth To suffer rude disdain, They cast their honors at Thy feet, And waited on Thy train. Blest Angels, who adoring wait Around the Saviour's Throne, Oh ! tell us, for your eyes have seen, The wonders He has done. Ye saw Him, when the heavens and earth, A chaos first, He made, And night involved the formless deep In her tremendous shade. And when, amidst the darksome void, He bade the light arise, And kindled up those shining orbs That now adorn the skies, 6 The Book of Praise Ye saw ; — and in melodious song Your powerful voices raise, While all the new-born worlds resound Their great Creator's praise. And when on earth He deigned to dwell, In mortal flesh arrayed, Ye wondering saw the Holy Child In Bethlehem's stable laid. While in the lowly crib reposed, His Mother's tender care, Ye stood around His homely bed, And watched His slumbers there. When fasting in the desert long His spotless soul was tried, Ye saw Him there the Tempter foil, And soon His wants supplied. Ye heard what gracious words He spoke, The hearts of men to win ; And saw, well pleased, the listening crowd Drink the sweet doctrine in ; Beheld diseases, tempests, death, His sovereign word obey, And how on dark benighted minds He poured eternal day. Saw Him, from busy scenes retired To spend the midnight hours, While pure devotion filled His soul With all her rapturous powers. Christ Ascended 83 When on the sacred mount He shone, In His own light arrayed, Ye saw, and owned your Sovereign there, And your just homage paid ; Saw, when o'er Salem's fearful doom He shed the tender tear ; And how, to all His gracious calls, She turned the deafened ear. In all his toils, and dangers too, Ye did His steps attend ; Oft paused, and wondered, how at last This scene of love would end. And when the Powers of Hell combined To fill His cup of woe, Your pitying eyes beheld His tears In bloody anguish flow. As on the torturing Cross He hung, And darkness veiled the sky, Ye saw, aghast, that awful sight, The Lord of Glory die ! Astonished, here ye search and learn High Heaven's mysterious ways, That thus to guilty dying man Immortal life conveys. Anon He bursts the gates of death, Subdues the tyrant's power : Ye saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise, And hailed the blissful hour, 84 The Book of Praise Tended His chariot up the sky, And bore Him to His Throne ; Then swept your golden harps, and cried, " The glorious work is done ! " My soul the joyful triumph feels, And thinks the moments long, Ere she her Saviour's glory sees, And joins your rapturous song. James French and Daniel Turner. [1791] VII CHRIST S KINGDOM AND JUDGMENT 'And He shall come again with Glory, to judge both the quick and the dead : whose Kingdom shall have no end. " LXXIV NOW is the hour of darkness past ; Christ has assumed His reigning power ; Behold the great accuser cast Down from the skies to rise no more. 'T was by Thy Blood, immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the Tempter down ; 'T was by Thy word and powerful Name They gained the battle and renown. Rejoice, ye heavens ! let every star Shine with new glories round the sky ! Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war, Raise your Deliverer's Name on high ! Isaac Watts. 1700 Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 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. 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. 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. He sits at God's right hand, Till all His foes submit, And bow to His command, And fall beneath His feet : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. He all His foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy ; Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 86 The Book of Praise Rejoice in glorious hope ; Jesus the Judge shall come, And take His servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, The Trump of God shall sound, rejoice. Charles Wesley. 1745 LXXVI 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. 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 ? 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. He reigns ! ye saints, exalt your strains ; Your God is King, your Father reigns ; And He is at the Father's side, The Man of Love, the crucified. Come, make your wants, your burdens known, He will present them at the Throne ; And angel bands are waiting there His messages of love to bear. Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 87 O, when His wisdom can mistake, His might decay, His love forsake, Then may His children cease to sing, The Lord Omnipotent is King. Alike pervaded by His eye, All parts of His dominion lie ; This world of ours, and worlds unseen ; And thin the boundary between. One Lord, one empire, all secures ; He reigns, and life and death are yours : Through earth and heaven one song shall ring, The Lord Omnipotent is King. Josiah Conder. 1856 HE who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains, Now, seated on th' eternal Throne, The God of Glory reigns. His hands the wheels of Nature guide With an unerring skill, And countless worlds, extended wide, Obey His sovereign will. While harps unnumbered sound His praise In yonder world above, His saints pn earth admire His ways And glory in His love. His Righteousness, to faith revealed, Wrought out for guilty worms, Affords a hiding-place and shield From enemies and storms. The Book of Praise This land, through which His pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry ; But streams of grace from Him o'erflow, Their thirst to satisfy. When troubles, like a burning sun, Beat heavy on their head, To this Almighty Rock they run, And find a pleasing shade. How glorious He ! how happy they In such a glorious Friend ! Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end. yokn Newton. 1779 LXXVIII THE Head that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now ; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. The highest place that Heaven affords Is His, is His by right, The King of kings, and Lord of lords, And Heaven's eternal Light. The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom He manifests His love, And grants His Name to know. To them the Cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given ; Their name an everlasting name, Their joy the joy of Heaven. Christ's Kingdom and Judgment They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above, Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him, His people's hope, His people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Thomas Kelly. 1820 LXXIX HOSANNA ! raise the pealing hymn To David's Son and Lord ; With Cherubim and Seraphim Exalt the Incarnate Word. Hosanna ! Lord, our feeble tongue No lofty strains can raise : But Thou wilt not despise the young, Who meekly chant Thy praise. Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast Thy gifts, how free ! Thy Blood, our life ; Thy Word, our feast ; Thy Name, our only plea. Hosanna ! Master, lo ! we bring Our offerings to Thy Throne ; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be Thine own. Hosanna ! once Thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng ; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 90 The Book of Praise O Saviour, if, redeemed by Thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We '11 sing to harps of gold. William Henry Haver gal. 1833 . LXXX Psalm LXXII HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To let the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 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. He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth ; Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 91 Arabia's desert-ranger To Him shall bow the knee ; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see : With offerings of devotion Ships from the Isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore ; Far as the eagle's pinion, Or dove's light wing, can soar. For Him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end : The mountain-dews shall nourish A seed, in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish, And shake like Lebanon. O'er every foe victorious He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all-blest : The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His Name shall stand forever, That Name to us is Love. James Montgomery. 1822 92 The Book of Praise BEHOLD ! the Mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow ; Up to the hill ol God, they '11 say, And to His house we '11 go. The beam that shines from Zion hill Shall lighten every land ; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command. No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, Or mar the peaceful years ; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To priming-hooks their spears. No longer hosts encountering hosts Their millions slain deplore ; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 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. 17SB Chrises Kingdom and Judgment 93 LXXXII Psalm LXXII 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. For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His Head ; His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 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. Where He displays His healing power, Death and the curse are known no more ; In Him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honors to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 94 The Book of Praise LXXXIII Psalm LXXII GREAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to Thy Son, Extend His power, exalt His throne. As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall He send His influence down ; His grace on fainting souls distils Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shade of overspreading death, Revive at His first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight The saints shall flourish in His days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise ; Peace, like a river, from His Throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Isaac Watts. 17 19 LXXXIV FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. Christ' 'j- Kingdom and Judgment 95 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. 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. 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. Bishop R eg inald Heber. 1827 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. 96 The Book of Praise 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 ! 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 : Great deliverance Zion's King vouchsafes to send ! Enemies no more shall trouble ; All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; For thy shame thou shalt have double, In thy Maker's favor blessed ; All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest ! Thomas Kelly. 1 LXXXVI O HOUSE of Jacob, come, And walk with us in light : No more bewildered roam Like wanderers in the night ; The Hope of Israel calls you near, And Abraham's shield, and Isaac's fear. O thou by tempests tossed, Reviled, distressed, trod down, In every region crossed, With grief familiar grown, . Scattered and abject, peeled, forlorn, Thy name a taunt, thyself a scorn ; Chrises Kingdom and jfudgment 97 Though thou art filled, alas ! And drunk with misery, That cup begins to pass To them that hated thee : But know, we honor Israel's name, Our God and Abraham's is the same. Rise, Jacob, from thy woes, And thy Messiah see ; He, who thy fathers chose, Has not forgotten thee : At His command, we bid you come ; Her Israel Zion welcomes home. William Hum. 18 13 LXXXVII THE Lord of Might from Sinai's brovr Gave forth His voice of thunder ; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder : Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right The rocks were rent asunder. 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. The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created, 7 98 The Book of Praise 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. Bishop R eg inald Heber. 1827 LXXXVIII SEE, the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand ; This before the Throne their strain : " Hell is vanquished ; death is slain ; Blessing, honor, glory, might, Are the Conqueror's native right ; Thrones and powers before Him fall ; Lamb of God, and Lord of all ! " Hasten, Lord ! the promised hour ; Come in glory and in power ; Still Thy foes are unsubdued ; Nature sighs to be renewed : Time has nearly reached its sum, All things with Thy Bride say, Come ; Jesus, whom all worlds adore, Come, and reign forevermore ! Josiah Conder. 1856 THOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear ; Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 99 Our cautioned souls prepare For that tremendous Day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray. To pray, and wait the hour, The awful hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from Heaven come down, The immortal Son of Man, To judge the human race, With all Thy Father's dazzling train, With all Thy glorious grace. To damp our earthly joys, To increase our duteous fears, Forever let the Archangel's voice Be sounding in our ears ; The solemn midnight cry, " Ye Dead, the Judge is come ! Arise, and meet Him in the sky, And meet your instant doom ! " O may we thus be found, Obedient to His word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord : O may we thus insure Our lot among the blest, And watch a moment, to secure An everlasting rest ! Charles Wesley. 1749 ioo The Book of Praise xc 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 ! 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. Every island, sea, and mountain, Heaven and earth shall flee away ; All who hate Him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day ; Come to judgment ! Come to judgment, come away ! Now Redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear ! All His saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air : Hallelujah ! See the day of God appear ! Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit ; Hasten, Lord, the general doom ; The new Heaven and earth t' inherit Take Thy pining exiles home : All creation Travail ;, pr0rm<;. and bids Thee come ! Christ' 's Kingdom and Judgment 10 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, Everlasting God, come down ! Variation by Martin Madan. 1760 From Charles Wesley and John Cennick. LO ! He comes with clouds descending ! Hark ! the trump of God is blown, And th' Archangel's voice attending Makes the high procession known : Sons of Adam ! Rise, and stand before your God ! Crowns and sceptres fall before Him, Kings and conquerors own His sway ; Haughtiest monarchs now adore Him, While they see His lightnings play : How triumphant Is the world's Redeemer now ! Hear His voice, as mighty thunder Sounding in eternal roar, While its echo rends in sunder Rocks and mountains, sea and shore : Hark ! His accents Through th' unfathomed deep resound ! "Come, Lord Jesus ! O come quickly !" Oft lias prayed the mourning Bride : The Book of Praise " Lo ! " He answers, " I come quickly ! " Who Thy coming may abide ? All who loved Him, All who longed to see His day. " Come," He saith, "ye heirs of glory ; Come, ye purchase of my blood ; Claim the Kingdom now before you, Rise, and fill the mount of God, Fixed forever Where the Lamb on Sion stands." See ! ten thousand burning seraphs From their thrones as lightnings fly ; " Take," they cry, " your seats above us, Nearest Him that rules the sky ! " Patient sufferers, How rewarded are ye now ! Now their trials all are ended : Now the dubious warfare 's o'er ; Joy no more with sorrow blended, They shall sigh and weep no more ; God forever Wipes the tear from every eye. Through His passion all victorious Now they drink immortal wine ; In Emmanuel's likeness glorious As the firmament they shine ; Shine forever,* With the bright and morning Star. Shout aloud, ye ethereal chcirs ! Triumph in Jehovah's praise ! Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 103 Kindle all your heavenly fires, All your palms of victory raise ! Shout His conquests, Shout salvation to the Lamb ! In full triumph see them marching Through the gates of massy light, While the City walls are sparkling With meridian glory bright ; O how lovely Are the dwellings of the Lamb ! Hosts angelic all adore Him Circling round His orient seat ; Elders cast their crowns before Him, Fall and worship at His feet ; O how holy And how reverend is Thy Name ! Hail, Thou Alpha and Omega ! First and Last, of all alone ! He that is, and was, and shall be, And beside whom there is none ! Take the Glory, Great Eternal Three in One ! Thomas Olivers. [1757] XCII Dies ircz, dies ilia. DAY of anger, that dread Day Shall the Sign in Heaven display, And the Earth in ashes lay. O what trembling shall appear, When His coming shall be near, Who shall all things strictly clear ! 104 The Book of Praise When the Trumpet shall command Through the tombs of every land All before the Throne to stand. Death shall shrink and Nature quake. When all creatures shall awake, Answer to their God to make. See the Book divinely penned, In which all is found contained, Whence the world shall be arraigned ! When the Judge is on His Throne, All that 's hidden shall be shown, Naught unpunished or unknown ! What shall I before Him say ? How shall I be safe that day, When the righteous scarcely may ? King of awful majesty, Saving sinners graciously, Fount of mercy, save Thou me ! Leave me not, my Saviour, one For whose soul Thy course was run, Lest I be that day undone. Thou didst toil my soul to gain ; Didst redeem me with Thy pain ; Be such labor not in vain ! Thou just Judge of wrath severe, Grant my sins remission here, Ere Thy reckoning day appear. Christ'' s Kingdom and Judgment 105 My transgressions grievous are ; Scarce look up for shame I dare ; Lord, Thy guilty suppliant spare ! Thou didst heal the sinner's grief, And didst hear the dying thief : Even I may hope relief. All unworthy is my prayer ; Make my soul Thy mercy's care, And from fire eternal spare ! Place me with Thy sheep, that band Who shall separated stand From the goats, at Thy right hand ! When Thy voice in wrath shall say, Cursed ones, depart away ! Call me with the blest, I pray ! Lord, Thine ear in mercy bow ! Broken is my heart and low : Guard of my last end be Thou ! In that day, that mournful day, When to judgment wakes our clay, Show me mercy, Lord, I pray ! Hen ry A I ford. 1 845 106 The Book of Praise VIII GOD THE HOLY GHOST "And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life ; who proceedeth from the Father and the Son ; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified ; who spake by the Prophets." XCIII WHEN God of old came down from Heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. Around the trembling mountain's base The prostrate people lay ; A day of wrath, and not of grace ; A dim and dreadful day. But when He came the second time, He came in power and love ; Softer than gale at morning prime, Hovered His holy Dove. The fires, that rushed on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light, a glorious crown, On every sainted head. Like arrows went those lightnings forth, Winged with the sinner's doom : But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth, Proclaiming life to come. God the Holy Ghost 107 And, as on Israel's awe-struck ear The voice exceeding loud, The trump that angels quake to hear, Thrilled from the dee]) dark cloud ; So, when the Spirit of our God Came down, His flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing mighty wind. Nor doth the outward ear alone At that high warning start ; Conscience gives back th' appalling tone ; 'T is echoed in the heart. It fills the Church of God, it fills The sinful world around ; Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. To other strains our souls are set ; A giddy whirl of sin Fills ear and brain, and will not let Heaven's harmonies come in. Come, Lord ! come Wisdom, Love, and Power ; Open our ears to hear ! Let us not miss the accepted hour ; Save, Lord, by love or fear ! John Keble. 1827 108 The Book of Praise xciv Veni Creator Spiritus 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 : Enable with perpetual light The dulness 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 ; Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee of Both, to be but One : That, through the ages all along, This may be our endless song, " Praise to Thy Eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit ! " Amen ! Anon. {Ordination Service.) 1662 Veni Creator Spiritus HOLY Spirit, gently come, Raise us from our fallen state, Fix Thy everlasting home In the hearts Thou didst create ! Gift of God most High ! Visit every troubled breast : Light and Life and Love supply ; Give our spirits perfect rest ! God the Holy G/iost 109 Heavenly Unction from above, Comforter of weary saints, Fountain, Life, and Fire of Love, Hear, and answer our complaints ! Thee we humbly pray, Finger of the Living God, Now Thy seven-fold grace display, Shed our Saviour's love abroad ! Now Thy quickening influence bring, On our spirits sweetly move ; Open every mouth to sing Jesus' everlasting love ! Lighten every heart ; Drive our enemies away ; Joy and peace to us impart ; Lead us in the heavenly way ! Take the things of Christ and show What our Lord for us hath done ; May we God the Father know Only in and through the Son : Nothing will we fear, Though to wilds and deserts driven, While we feel Thy Presence near, Witnessing our sins forgiven. Glory be to God alone, God, whose hand created all ! Glory be to God the Son, Who redeemed us from our fall ! To the Holy Ghost Equal praise and glory be, When the course of time is lost, Lost in wide eternity ! William Hammond. 1743 no Tlie Book of Praise xcvi COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, My sinful maladies remove ; Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Guide,, O'er every thought and step preside. The light of truth to me display, That I may know and choose my way ; Plant holy fear within mine heart, That I from God may ne'er depart. Conduct me safe, conduct me far From every sin and hurtful snare ; Lead me to God, my final Rest, In His enjoyment to be blest. Lead me to Christ, the Living Way, Nor let me from His pastures stray : Lead me to Heaven, the seat of blis\ Where pleasure in perfection is. Lead me to holiness, the road That I must take to dwell with God Lead to Thy Word, that rules musf (>ive, And sure directions how to live. Lead me to means of grace, where 1 May own my wants, and seek sii}\y ly : Lead to Thyself, the Spring from j/heuee To fetch all quickening influence. Thus T, conducted still by Thee, Of God a child beloved shall be^ Here to His family pertain, Hereafter with Him ever reign. Simon i /azutic. r*. God the Holy Ghost i 1 1 XCVII COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys I In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Ilosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. Dear Lord, and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ! Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Isaac Watts. 1709' COME, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy bright beams arise, Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes. 112 The Book of Praise Cheer our despond *.ng hearts, Thou heavenly Paraclete ; Give us to lie, with humble hope, At our Redeemer's feet. Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God. Show us that loving Man That rules the courts of bliss, The Lord of hosts, the Mighty God, The Eternal Prince of Peace. *T is Thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. Dwell therefore in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free ; Then we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee ! yoseph Hart. 1759 XCIX LORD God the Holy Ghost, In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all Thy power ! God the Holy Ghost 113 We meet with one accord In our appointed place, And wait the promise of our Lord, The Spirit of all grace. Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling breathe : The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above, And give us hearts and tongues of fire To pray, and praise, and love. Spirit of Light, explore And chase our gloom away, With lustre shining more and more Unto the perfect day ! Spirit of Truth, be Thou In life and death our Guide ! O Spirit of adoption, now May we be sanctified ! James Montgomery. 1819 O dti allersiiste Freude. (Paul Gerhardt.) HOLY Ghost, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; Come, Thou source of sweetest gladness, Breathe Thy Life, and spread Thy Light ! Loving Spirit, God of Peace ! Great Distributor of grace ! Rest upon this congregation, Hear, O hear our supplication ! 114 The Book of Praise From that height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Men can wish, or God can send ! O Thou Glory, shining down From the Father and the Son, Grant us Thy illumination ! Rest upon this congregation ! Known to Thee are all recesses Of the earth and spreading skies ; Every sand the shore possesses Thy Omniscient Mind descries. Holy Fountain ! wash us clean Both from error and from sin ! Make us fly what Thou refusest, And delight in what Thou choosest ! Manifest Thy love forever ; Fence us in on every side ; In distress be our reliever, Guard and teach, support and guide ! Let Thy kind effectual grace Turn our feet from evil ways ; Show Thyself our new Creator, And conform us to Thy Nature ! Be our Friend on each occasion, God ! omnipotent to save ! When we die, be our salvation, When we 're buried, be our grave ! And, when from the grave we rise, Take us up above the skies, Seat us with Thy saints in glory, There forever to adore Thee ! Variation by A ugustus M. Toplady. 1776 From John Christ ia7i Jacobi. 1722 God the Holy Ghost 115 CI HOLY Spirit, in my breast Grant that lively Faith may rest, And subdue each rebel thought To believe what Thou hast taught. When around my sinking soul Gathering waves of sorrow roll, Spirit blest, the tempest still, And with Hope my bosom fill. Holy Spirit, from my mind Thought and wish and will unkind, Deed and word unkind remove, And my bosom fill with love. Faith, and Hope, and Charity, Comforter, descend from Thee ; Thou the Anointing Spirit art, These Thy gifts to us impart. Till our faith be lost in sight, Hope be swallowed in delight, And love return to dwell with Thee, In the threefold Deity ! Bishop Richard M ant. 1837. CII FULL of weakness and of sin, We look to Thee for life : Lord, Thy gracious work begin, And calm the inward strife ! Though our hearts are prone to stray, Be Thou a constant Friend : u6 The Book of Praise Though we know not how to pray, Thy saving mercy send ! Let Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, Our souls with love inspire, Strength and confidence afford, And breathe celestial fire ! Teach us first to feel our need, Then all that need supply ; When we hunger, deign to feed, And hear us when we cry ! When we cleave to earthly things, Send Thy reviving grace ; Raise our souls, and give them wings, To reach Thy holy place ! William Hiley Bathurst 1831 CIII THERE is a River, deep and broad, Its course no mortal knows ; It fills with joy the Church of God, And widens as it flows. Clearer than crystal is the stream, And bright with endless day ; The waves with every blessing teem, And life and health convey. Where'er they flow, contentions cease, And love and meekness reign ; The Lord himself commands the peace, And foes conspire in vain. Cod the Holy Ghost 117 Along the shores, angelic bands Watch every moving wave ; With holy joy their breast expands, When men the waters crave. To them distressed souls repair, The Lord invites them nigh ; They leave their cares and sorrows there, They drink, and never die. Flow on, sweet Stream, more largely flow, The earth with glory fill ; Flow on, till all the Saviour know, And all obey His will. William Hum. 1813 • CIV THERE is a Stream, which issues forth From God's eternal Throne, And from the Lamb, a living stream Clear as the crystal stone. The stream doth water Paradise ; It makes the angels sing ; One cordial drop revives my heart ; Hence all my joys do spring. Such joys as are unspeakable, And full of glory too ; Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, As worldlings do not know. Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, From fancy 't is concealed, What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine, And hast to me revealed. 1 1 8 The Book of Praise I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice, I taste Thy sweetest love : My soul doth leap : but O for wings, The wings of Noah's dove ! Then should I flee far hence away, Leaving this world of sin ! Then should my Lord put forth His hand, And kindly take me in ! Then should my soul with angels feast On joys that always last ! Blest be my God, the God of joy, Who gives me here a taste. John Mason. 1683 CV YE sons of earth, prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground ; The Sower is gone forth to sow, And scatter blessings round. The seed that finds a stony soil Shoots forth a hasty blade ; But ill repays the sower's toil, Soon withered, scorched, and dead. The thorny ground is sure to balk All hopes of harvest there ; We find a tall and sickly stalk, But not the fruitful ear. The beaten path and highway side Receive the trust in vain ; The watchful birds the spoil divide, And pick up all the grain. God the Holy Ghost 119 But when the Lord of grace and power Has blessed the happy field, How plenteous is the golden store The deep-wrought furrows yield ! Father of mercies ! we have need Of Thy preparing grace : Let the same Hand, that gives the seed, Provide a fruitful place ! William CcnuJ>er. 1779 cvr Psalm XIX BEHOLD, the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. But where the Gospel comes, It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. How perfect is Thy word ! And all Thy judgments just ! Forever sure Thy promise, Lord ; And men securely trust. While with my heart and tongue I spread Thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God ! Isaac Watts. 1719 120 The Book of Praise CVII Psalm XIX THE starry firmament on high, And all the glories of the sky, Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord, So brightly as Thy written word ; The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine, and precepts wise, In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to Thee. When, taught by painful proof to know That all is vanity below, The sinner roams from comfort far, And looks in vain for sun or star ; Soft gleaming then those lights divine Through all the cheerless darkness shine, And sweetly to the ravished eye Disclose the Day-spring from on high. The heart, in sensual fetters bound, And barren as the wintry ground, Confesses, Lord, Thy quickening ray ; Thy word can charm the spell away ; With genial influence can beguile The frozen wilderness to smile ; Bid living waters o'er it flow, And all be paradise below. Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high The radiant chorus of the sky ; The Holy Catln^ic Church 121 But, fixed for everlasting years, Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres, Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, When heaven and earth have passed away. Sir Robert Grant. [1839] IX THE HOLY CATHOLIC CHURCH 'And I believe one Catholic and Apostolic Church.' CVIII JERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbor of the saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears no sway ; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square ; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine 122 The B&k of Praise Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see ! Thy saints are crowned with glory great ; They see God face to face ; They triumph still, they still rejoice, Most happy is their case. We that are here in banishment Continually do moan ; We -sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green, There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of Life doth How ; Upon whose banks on every side The wood of Life doth grow. The Holy Catholic Church 123 There trees forevermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring ; There evermore the angels sit, And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see ! Anon. "F.B. P." [1616] CIX SW7EET place, sweet place alone ! The court of God most High, The Heaven of Heavens' Throne, Of spotless majesty ! O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face t The stranger homeward bends, And fighteth for his rest : Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? Earth 's but a sony tent Pitched for a few frail days, A short-leased tenement ; Heaven 's still my song, my praise. 124 The Book of Praise O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? No tears from any eyes Drop in that holy choir ; But Death itself there dies, And sighs themselves expire, O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? There should temptation cease, My frailties there should end ; There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best Friend. O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? Jerusalem on high My song and city is, My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? Thy walls, sweet city, thine, With pearls arc garnished ; The Holy Catholic Church 125 Thy gates with praises shine, Thy streets with gold are spread ; O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night ; O no ! these needless are ; The Lamb 's the city's Light : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live ; There angels to Him sing, And lovely homage give : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? The Patriarchs of old There from their travels cease ; The Prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of Peace : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? 126 The Book of Praise The Lamb's Apostles there I might with joy behold, The Harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face I The bleeding Martyrs, they Within these courts are found, Clothed in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned : O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? Ah me ! Ah me ! that I In Kedar's tents here stay ! No place like this on high ! Thither, Lord ! guide my way ! O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? Samuel Crossman. 1664 CX JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy and peace, and thec ? The Holy Catholic Church 127 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest soats ! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. Why should I shrink from pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay ? I 've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem, my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee : Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. Anon. [1801] Rev. VII. 13-17 WHAT are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Hymning one triumphant song? " Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour." 128 The Book of Praise These through fiery trials trod ; These from great affliction came ; Now, before the Throne of God, Sealed with His Almighty Name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed ; Them the Lamb amidst the Throne Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs ; Perfect love dispels all fear ; And forever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tear. James Montgomery. 1819 E CXII Rev. VII. 13-17 XALTED high at God's right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crowned, in white array, My wondering soul says, Who are they ? These are the saints beloved of God, Washed are their robes in Jesus' blood, More spotless than the purest white They shine in uncreated light. Brighter than angels, lo ! they shine, Their glories great, and all divine : Tell me their origin, and say, Their order what, and whence came they ? The Holy Catholic Church 129 Through tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorned the shame : Within the Living Temple blest, In God they dwell, and on Him rest And does the cross thus prove their gain ? And shall they thus forever reign, Seated on sapphire thrones, to praise The wonders of Redeeming grace ? Hunger they ne'er shall feel again, Nor burning thirst shall they sustain : To wells of living water led, By God the Lamb forever fed. Unknown to mortal ears, they sing The secret glories of their King : Tell me the subject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise ? Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme ; They sing the wonders of His Name; To Him ascribing power and grace, Dominion, and eternal praise. Amen ! they cry, to Him alone, Who dares to fill His Father's throne ; They give Him glory, and again Repeat His praise, and say, Amen ! Rowland Hill. 1783 CXIII O HAPPY saints, who dwell in light, And walk with Jesus, clothed in white ; Safe landed on that peaceful shore, Where pilgrims meet to part no more. 9 130 The Book of Praise Released from sin, and toil, and grief, Death was their gate to endless life ; An opened cage, to let them fly And build their happy nest on high. And now they range the heavenly plains, And sing their hymns in melting strains ; And now their souls begin to prove The heights and depths of Jesus' love. He cheers them with eternal smile ; They sing hosannas all the while ; Or, overwhelmed with rapture sweet, Sink down adoring at His feet. Ah ! Lord ! with tardy steps I creep, And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep ; Yet strip me of this house of clay, And I will sing as loud as they. John Berridge. 1785 H CXIV Rev. VII. 13-17 O W bright these glorious spirits shine : Whence all their white array ? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day ? Lo ! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light ; And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, The Holy Catholic Church 131 And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky. His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing ; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray ; God is their Sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne, Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green He '11 lead His flock, Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. IV i I Ham Cameron. 1770 {Variation from Isaac Watts. 1709) cxv Rev. VII. 13-17 PALMS of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light ; Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. Vet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, 132 The Book of Praise And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through His cross alone. Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, 1 ' 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, 'T was the Saviour's righteousness, And His blood, that made them so. 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, must die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine on high ! James Montgomery. [1853] CXVI Psalm LXXXVII 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 mayst smile at all thy foes. The Holy Catholic Church 133 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 to assuage ; Grace, which, like the Lord the giver. Never fails from age to age ? 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. Saviour, if of Zion's city I, through grace, a member am, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in Thy Name : Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show ; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. John Nezuton. 1 7 79 CXVII THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in His train? 134 The Book of Praise Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears His cross below, He follows in His train. The martyr, first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. 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 ? A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came ; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane ; They bowed their necks the death to feel : Who follows in their train ? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. 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 ! Bishop Reginald II ebcr. 1 The Holy Catholic Church 135 CXVIII YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His name. Watch ; 't is your Lord's command ; And, while we speak, He 's near ; Mark -the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord -with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own Royal hand ; And raise that favorite servant's head Amid the angelic band. Philip Doddridge. 1755 CXIX A SOLDIER'S course, from battles won To new-commencing strife ; A pilgrim's, restless as the sun ; Behold the Christian's life ! Prepared the trumpet's call to greet, Soldier of Jesus, stand ! 136 The Book of Praise Pilgrim of Christ, with ready feet Await thy Lord's command. The hosts of Satan pant for spoil ; How can thy warfare close ? Lonely, thou tread'st a foreign soil ; How canst thou hope repose ? Seek, soldier ! pilgrim ! seek thine home, Revealed in sacred lore ; The land, whence pilgrims never roam, "Where soldiers war no more : Where grief shall never wound, nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane : The land, where, (suns and moons unknown, And night's alternate sway,) Jehovah's ever-burning throne Upholds unbroken day : The land, (for Heaven its bliss unseen Bids earthly types suggest,) Where healing leaves and fadeless green Fruit-laden groves invest : Where founts of life their treasures yield In streams that never cease ; Where everlasting mountains shield Vales of eternal peace : Where they who meet shall never part j Where grace achieves its plan ; And God, uniting every heart, Dwells face to face with man. Thomas Gisbornc. 1803 The Holy Catholic Church 137 HARK, 'tis a martial sound ! To arms, ye saints, to arms ! Your foes are gathering round, And peace has lost its charms : Prepare the helmet, sword, and shield; The trumpet calls you to the field. No common foes appear To dare you to the fight, But such as own no fear And glory in their might : The Powers of Darkness are at hand ; Resist, or bow to their command. An arm of flesh must fail In such a strife as this ; He only can prevail Whose arm immortal is ; 'T is Heaven itself the strength must yield, And weapons fit for such a field. And Heaven supplies them too : The Lord, who never faints, Is greater than the foe, And He is with His saints : Thus armed, they venture to the fight ; Thus armed, they put their foes to flight And, when the conflict 's past, On yonder peaceful shore They shall repose at last, And see their foes no more ; The fruits of victory enjoy, And never more their arms employ. Thomas Kelly. 1800 138 The Book of Praise O ISRAEL, to thy tents repair : Why thus secure on hostile ground ? Thy King commands thee to beware, For many foes thy camp surround. The trumpet gives a martial strain : O Israel, gird thee for the fight ! Arise, the combat to maintain, And put thine enemies to flight ! Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do ; Awake ; be vigilant ; be brave ! The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave. A nobler lot is cast for thee ; A kingdom waits thee in the skies : With such a hope, shall Israel flee, Or yield, through weariness, the prize? No ! let a careless world repose And slumber on through life's short day, While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away ! Tho7>ias Kelly. 1806 CXXII MUCH in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go ; Fight the fight, and, worn with strife, Steep with tears the Bread of Life. The Holy Catholic Church 139 Onward, Christians, onward go ; Join the war, and face the foe ; Faint not ! much doth yet remain ; Dreary is the long campaign. Shrink not, Christians ! will ye yield ? Will ye quit the painful field ? Will ye flee in danger's hour ? Know ye not your Captain's power ? Let your drooping hearts be glad ; March, in heavenly armor clad ; Fight, nor think the battle long ; Victory soon shall tune your song. Let not sorrow dim your eye, Soon shall every tear be diy ; Let not woe your course impede ; Great your strength, if great your need. Onward then to battle move ; More than conquerors ye shall prove ; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go. Fragment by Henry Kirke White. i£c6 Completed by Fanny Fuller Maitland. i£i-j COMF, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known. ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God ; 140 The Book of Praise But favorites of the Heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry : We 're marching through Emmanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Isaac Watts. 1709 CXXIV FROM Egypt lately come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek our new, our better home, Where we our rest shall gain. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! To Canaan's sacred bound We haste with songs of joy, Where peace and liberty are found, And sweets that never cloy. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! The Holy Catholic Church 141 There sin and sorrow cease, And every conflict 's o'er ; There we shall dwell in endless peace, And never hunger more : Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! There in celestial strains Enraptured myriads sing ; There love in every bosom reigns, For God Himself is King. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! We soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share, And sing the everlasting song With all the ransomed there. Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! How sweet the prospect is ! It cheers the pilgrim's breast ! We 're journeying through the wilderness, But soon shall gain our rest ! Hallelujah ! We are on our way to God ! Thomas Kelly. 1812 WHEN Israel, by Divine command, The pathless desert trod, They found, though 't was a barren land, A sure resource in God. 142 The Book of Praise A cloudy pillar marked their road, And screened them from the heat ; From the hard rocks their water flowed, And manna was their meat. Like them, we have a rest in view, Secure from adverse powers ; Like them, we pass a desert too ; And Israel's God is ours. His Word a light before us spreads By which our path we see ; His Love, a banner o'er our heads, From harm preserves us free. Jesus, the Bread of Life, is given To be our daily food ; We drink a wondrous stream from Heaven, 'T is water, wine, and blood. Lord ! 't is enough ! I ask no more, These blessings are Divine ; I envy not the worldling's store, If Christ and Heaven are mine. yo/in Nezuton. 1779 CXXVI CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways ! We are travelling home to God, In the way the Fathers trod ; They are happy now ; and we Soon their happiness, shall see. The Holy Catholic Church 143 O ye banished seed, be glad ! Christ our Advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes ; Brother to our souls becomes. Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! You on Jesus' Throne shall rest ; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward. Lift your eyes, ye sons of Light ! Zion's city is in sight : There our endless home shall be, There our Lord we soon shall see. Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. Lord ! obediently we go, Gladly leaving all below : Only Thou our Leader be, And we still will follow Thee ! Seal our love, our labors end ; Let us to Thy bliss ascend ; Let us to Thy kingdom come ; Lord ! we long to be at home. John Cennick. 1742 AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb, Wake every heart and every tongue To praise the Saviour's Name. 144 The Book of Praise Sing of His dying love ; Sing of His rising power ; Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore. Sing, till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues ; Sing, till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs. Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ the eternal King. Soon shall ye hear Him say, Ye blessed children, come ; Soon will He call you hence away, And take his wanderers home. Variation from William Hammond. 1745 By Martin Madan. 1760 cxxvin " Te lata, mundi Condi/or" THOU, great Creator, art possest, And Thou alone, of endless rest ; To angels only it belongs To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs. But we must toil and toil again With ceaseless woe and endless pain ; How then can we, in exile drear, Lift the glad song of glory here ! The Holy Catholic Church 145 O Thou, who wilt forgiving be To all who truly turn to Thee, Grant us to mourn the heavy cause Of all our woe, Thy broken laws : Then to such salutary grief Let Faith and Hope bring due relief; And we, too, soon shall be possest Of ceaseless songs and endless rest. John Chandler. 1837 CXXIX PRAISE to the radiant Source of bliss, Who gives the blind their sight, And scatters round their wondering eyes A flood of sacred light. In paths unknown He leads them on To His Divine abode, And shows new miracles of grace Through all the heavenly road. The ways all nigged and perplexed He renders smooth and straight, And strengthens every feeble knee To march to Zion's gate. Through all the path I '11 sing His Name, Till I the Mount ascend, Where toils and storms are known no more, And anthems never end ! Ph Hip Doddridge. 1755 146 The Book of Praise THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS "The Communion of Saints." (Apostles' Creed.) cxxx WHEN Christ the Lord would come on earth, His messenger before Him went, The greatest born of mortal birth And charged with words of deep intent. The least of all that here attend Hath honor greater far than he ; He was the Bridegroom's joyful friend, His Body and His Spouse are we. A higher race, the sons of light, Of water and the Spirit born ; He the last star of parting night, And we the children of the morn. And, as he boldly spake Thy word, And joyed to hear the Bridegroom's voice, Thus may Thy pastors teach, O Lord ! And thus Thy hearing Church rejoice. Henry Alford. 1845 HOW rich Thy favors, God of grace, How various and Divine ! Full as the ocean they are poured, And bright as Heaven they shine. The Communion of Saints 147 He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way To His own Palace, where He reigns In uncreated day. Jesus, the Herald of His love, Displays the radiant prize, And shows the purchase of His Blood To our admiring eyes. He perfects what His hand begins, And stone on stone he lays, Till firm and fair the building rise A temple to His praise. The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend, Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end. Philip Doddridge. 1755 CXXXII Psalm LXXXIV PLEASANT are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love ; Pleasant are thy courts below, In this land of sin and woe. O, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fulness, God of grace ! Happy birds that sing and fly Round Thy altars, O Most High ! Happier souls that find a rest In a Heavenly Father's breast ! 148 The Book of Praise Like the wandering dove, that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls ! their praises flow Even in this vale of woe ; Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies : On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, At Thy feet adoring fall, Who has led them safe through all. 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 : 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 ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 CXXXIII Psalm LXXXIV LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thy earthly temples, are ! To Thine abode My heart aspires With warm desires To see my God. The Communion of Saints 149 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 Sion's hill. 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 ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 ,r I ^ IS Heaven begun below JL To hear Christ's praises flow In Zion, where His Name is known : What will it be above To sing redeeming love, And cast our crowns before His throne ! When we adore Him there, We shall be void of fear, Nor faith, nor hope, nor patience need : Love will absorb us quite, Love in the midst of light, On God's eternal love shall (eecl. Oh ! what sweet company We then shall hear and see ! 150 77w Book of Praise What harmony will there abound ! When souls unnumbered sing The praise of Zion's King, Nor one dissenting voice is found ! With everlasting joy, Such as will never cloy, We shall be filled, nor wish for more ; Bright as meridian day, Calm as the evening ray, Full as a sea without a shore. Till that blest period come, Zion shall be my home ; And may I never thence remove, Till from the Church below To heaven at once I go, And there commune in perfect love ! Joseph Swain. 1792 LO ! God is here ! Let us adore, And own, how dreadful is this place ! Let all within us feel His power, And silent bow before His face ! Who know His power, His grace who prove, Serve Him with awe, with reverence love. Lo ! God is here ! Him day and night The united choirs of angels sing : To Him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's hosts their noblest praises bring : Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise Thee with a stammering tongue ! The Communion of Saints 151 Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone : To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give ; O take, O seal them for Thine own ! Thou art the God ! Thou art the Lord ! Be Thou by all Thy works adored ! Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill ; Still may we stand before Thy face, Still hear and do Thy sovereign will ! To Thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice ! In Thee we move ; all things of Thee Are full, Thou source and life of all ! Thou vast, unfathomable Sea ! Fall prostrate, lost in wonder fall, Ye sons of men ; for God is Man ! All may we lose, so Thee we gain ! As flowers their opening leaves display, And glad drink in the solar fire, So may we catch Thy every ray, So may Thy influence us inspire ; Thou Beam of the eternal Beam, Thou purging Fire ; Thou quickening Flame ! John Wesley. 1739 From GerJtard Tersteegen. 1731 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. 152 The Book of Praise 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 eyes. Behold, at Thy commanding word, We stretch the curtain and the cord ; Come Thou, and fill this wider space, And bless us with a large increase. Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear ; O rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own ! William Cowfier. 1779 CXXXVII THE heaven of heavens cannot contain The Universal Lord ; Yet He in humble hearts will deign To dwell and be adored. Where'er ascends the sacrifice Of fervent praise and prayer, Or on the earth, or in the skies, The Heaven of God is there. The Communion of Saints 153 His presence there is spread abroad Through realms, through worlds unknown ; Who seeks the mercies of his God Is ever near His Throne. William Drennan. 181 5 CXXXVIII HOW blest the sacred tie that binds, In union sweet, according minds ; How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one ! To each the soul of each how dear ! What jealous love, what holy fear ! How doth the generous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! Their streaming tears together flow For human guilt and mortal woe ; Their ardent prayers together rise Like mingling flames in sacrifice. Together both they seek the place Where God reveals His awful face ; How high, how strong, their raptures swell, There 's none but kindred souls can tell. Nor shall the glowing flame expire, When nature droops her sickening fire ; Then shall they meet in realms above ; A heaven of joy, a heaven of love. Anna Lcetitia Barbauld. [1825] 154 The Book of Praise o CXXXIX 0 quam juvat fratres, Deus, LORD, how joyful 't is to see The brethren join in love to Thee ; On Thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength Thy grace supplies. How sweet, within Thy holy place, With one accord to sing Thy grace, Besieging Thine attentive ear With all the force of fervent prayer. O may we love the house of God, Of peace and joy the blest abode ; O may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy. The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to Thee, With hearts to Thee more wholly given, More weaned from earth, more fixed on Heaven. Lord, shower upon us from above The sacred gift of mutual love ; Each other's wants may we supply, And reign together in the sky. John Chandler. 1837 COME, let us join our friends above. That have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joy celestial rise. The Communion of Saints 155 Let all the saints terrestrial sing With those to glory gone, For all the servants of our King, In earth and Heaven, are one. One family, we dwell in Him, One Church, above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of His host hath crossed the flood, And part is crossing now. Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly ; And we are to the margin come, And we expect to die ; His militant embodied host, With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast, And reach that heavenly land. Our old companions in distress We haste again to see, And eager long for our release And full felicity : Even now by faith we join our hands With those that went before, And greet the blood-besprinkled bands On the eternal shore. Our spirits too shall quickly join, Like theirs with glory crowned, And shout to see our Captain's sign, To hear His trumpet sound. 156 The Book of Praise Oh ! that we now might grasp our Guide ! Oh ! that the word were given ! Come, Lord of hosts ! the waves divide, And land us all in Heaven ! Charles Wesley. 1759 H OS ANN A to the Living Lord ! Hosanna to the Incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let Heaven, Hosanna sing. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! "Hosanna," Lord, Thine angels cry ; " Hosanna," Lord, Thy saints reply : Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! O Saviour, with protecting care Return to this Thy house of prayer, Assembled in Thy sacred Name, Where we Thy parting promise claim. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! 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 ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and Heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 The Forgiveness of Sins 1 5 7 XI THE FORGIVENESS OF SIXS 11 1 acknowledge one Baptism for the Remission of Sins." CXLII Psalm CIII MY soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins ; And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord To those that fear His Name, Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 158 The Book of Praise But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure, And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Isaac Watts. THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious Blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 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. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I '11 sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me : The Forgiveness of Sins 159 'T is strung, and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other Name but Thine. IVilliam CowJ>er. 1779 JESU, Thou art my Righteousness, For all my sins were Thine ; Thy death hath bought of God my peace, Thy life hath made Him mine. Spotless and "just in Thee I am ; I feel my sins forgiven ; I taste salvation in Thy Name, And antedate my heaven. Forever here my rest shall be, Close to Thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died ! My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with Thy Blood, And cleanse and keep me clean ! Wash me, and make me thus Thine own ; Wash me, and mine Thou art ! Wash me, but not my feet alone : My hands, my head, my heart ! Th' atonement of Thy Blood apply, Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love. Charles Wesley. 1741 160 The Book of Praise CXLV 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. Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy Cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyestrings break in death, When I soar through tracts unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne ; Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Augustus Montague Toplady. 1776 CXLVI GOD of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe ; Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive. The Forgive j less of Si us 161 Full of guilt, alas ! I am, But to Thy wounds for refuge flee ; Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. Standing now as newly slain, To Thee I lift mine eye ; Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy Blood is always nigh ; Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt forever be ; Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can Thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away, For I, Thou know'st, am poor : Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery ; Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. No good work, or word, or thought Bring I to gain Thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought, Thy proffer I embrace ; Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on Thee ; Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. Saviour ! from Thy wounded side I never will depart ; Here will I my spirit hide When I am pure in heart : ii 1 62 The Book of Praise Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners ! spotless Lamb ! Thy Blood was shed for me. Charles Wesley. 1742 CXLVII 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 ! 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 ! Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come ! 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 ! Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come ! 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 ! The Forgiveness of Si «<* Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come ! Charlotte Elliott. 1836 WHEN wounded sore the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can salve the sinner's wound. When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul dark spot, One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 'T is Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief, His heart that 's touched with all our joys And feeleth for our grief. Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord ; Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin, But in Thy wounded side. Cecil Frances A lexander. 164 The Book of Praise XII RESURRECTION AND ETERNAL LIFE "And I look for the Resurrection of the dead, and the Life of the world to come. Amen." CXLIX EARTH to earth, and dust to dust, Lord, we own the sentence just ; Head and tongue, and hand and heart, All in guilt have borne their part ; Righteous is the common doom, All must moulder in the tomb. Like the seed in spring-time sown, Like the leaves in autumn strown, Low these goodly frames must lie, All our pomp and glory die ; Soon the Spoiler seeks his prey, Soon he bears us all away. Yet the seed, upraised again, Clothes with green the smiling plain ; Onward as the seasons move, Leaves and blossoms deck the grove ; And shall we forgotten lie, Lost forever, when we die ? Lord, from Nature's gloomy night Turn we to the Gospel's light ; Thou didst triumph o'er the grave, Thou wilt all Thy people save ; Ransomed by Thy Blood, the just Rise immortal from the dust. John Hampden Gurney. 1851 Resurrection and Eternal Life i( CL OGOD, Thy grace and blessing give To us, who on thy Name attend, That we this mortal life may live Regardful of our journey's end. Teach us to know that Jesus died, And rose again, our souls to save ; Teach us to take Him as our Guide, Our Help from childhood to the grave. Then shall not death with terror come, But welcome as a bidden guest, The herald of a better home, The messenger of peace and rest. And, when the awful signs appear Of Judgment, and the Throne above, Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear, God is our trust ; and God is Love. A 7ion. [1853] CLI DEAREST of names, our Lord, our King ! Jesus, Thy praise we humbly sing : In cheerful songs we '11 spend our breath, And in Thee triumph over death. Death is no more among our foes, Since Christ, the mighty Conqueror, rose ; Both power and sting the Saviour broke ; He died, and gave the finished stroke. Saints die, and we should gently weep ; Sweetly in Jesus' arms they sleep ; Far from this world of sin and woe, Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief, they know. 1 66 7 'he Book of Praise Death no terrific foe appears ; An angel's lovely form he wears ; A friendly messenger he proves To every soul whom Jesus loves. Death is a sleep ; and oh ! how sweet To souls prepared its stroke to meet ! Their dying beds, their graves are blest, For all to them is peace and rest. Their bodies sleep ; their souls take wing, Uprise to Heaven, and there they sing "With joy before the Saviour's face, Triumphant in victorious grace. Soon shall the earth's remotest bound Feel the Archangel's trumpet sound ; Then shall the grave's dark caverns shake, And joyful all the saints shall wake. Bodies and souls shall then unite, Arrayed in glory, strong and bright ; And all His saints will Jesus bring His face to see, His love to sing. 0 may I live, with Jesus nigh, And sleep in Jesus when I die ! Then, joyful, when from death I wake, 1 shall eternal bliss partake. Samuel Medley. 1800 CLII WE sing His love, who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived again, That all His saints through Him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave. Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. Resurrection and Eternal Life 1 67 The saints who now with Jesus sleep, His own Almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day When death itself shall die away : Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. How loud shall our glad voices sing When Christ His risen saints shall bring From beds of dust, and silent clay, To realms of everlasting day ! Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. When Jesus we in glory meet, Our utmost joys shall be complete ; When landed on that heavenly shore, Death and the curse will be no more : Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, And this delightful scene display, When all Thy saints from death shall rise Raptured in bliss beyond the skies ! Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. Rc^oland Hill. 1796 CLIII MY life 's a shade, my days Apace to death decline ; My Lord is Life, He '11 raise My dust again, ev'n mine. 1 68 The Book of Praise Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. My peaceful grave shall keep My bones till that sweet day ; I wake from my long sleep And leave my bed of clay. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. My Lord His angels shall Their golden trumpets sound, At whose most welcome call My grave shall be unbound. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. I said sometimes with tears, Ah me ! I 'm loth to die ! Lord, silence Thou these fears : My life 's with Thee on high. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. What means my trembling heart, To be thus shy of death ? My Life and I sha'n't part, Though I resign my breath. Resurrection and Eternal Life 169 Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. Then welcome, harmless grave ! By thee to heaven I '11 go : My Lord His death shall save Me from the flames below. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. Samuel Crossman, 1664 CLIV WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms ? 'T is but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms. Are we not tending upward too, As fast as time can move ? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love. Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. The graves of all His saints He blessed, And softened every bed : Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head ? 1 70 The Book of Praise Thence He arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way ; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly At the great rising day. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise : Awake, ye nations under ground ! Ye saints, ascend the skies ! Isaac Watts. 1709 CLV SFIRIT ! leave thine house of clay ! Lingering dust, resign thy breath ! Spirit ! cast thy chains away ! Dust, be thou dissolved in death ! Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks, While the faithful Christian dies ; Thus the bonds of life he breaks, And the ransomed captive flies. Prisoner, long detained below ; Prisoner, now with freedom blest ; Welcome from a world of woe, Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky. Grave, the guardian of our dust ! Grave, the treasury of the skies ! Every atom of thy trust Rests in hope again to rise. Resurrection and Eternal Life 171 Hark ! the Judgment trumpet calls : Soul, rebuild thy house of clay, Immortality thy walls, And Eternity thy day ! Variation. [181 2] From James Montgomery. 1C03 CLVI DEATHLESS principle, arise ! Soar, thou native of the skies ; Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, To His glorious likeness wrought ! Go, to shine before His throne ; Deck His mediatorial crown ; Go, His triumphs to adorn ; Made for God, to God return ! Lo, He beckons from on high ! Fearless to His presence fly ! Thine the merit of His Blood ; Thine the Righteousness of God. Angels, joyful to attend, Hovering round thy pillow, bend ; Wait to catch the signal given, And escort thee quick to Heaven. Is thy earthly house distrest, Willing to retain her guest? 'T is not thou, but she, must die ; Fly, celestial tenant, fly ! Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away ; 1 72 The Book of Praise Singing, to thy crown remove, Swift of wing, and fired with love. Shudder not to pass the stream ; Venture all thy care on Him ; Him, whose dying love and power Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar. Safe is the expanded wave, Gentle as a summer's eve ; Not one object of His care Ever suffered shipwreck there. See the haven full in view ; Love Divine shall bear thee through ; Trust to that propitious gale ; Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail. Saints, in glory perfect made, Wait thy passage through the shade : Ardent for thy coming o'er, See, they throng the blissful shore ! Mount, their transports to improve ; Join the longing choir above ; Swiftly to their wish be given ; Kindle higher joy in Heaven ! Such the prospects that arise To the dying Christian's eyes ; Such the glorious vista faith Opens through the shades of death. Augustus Montague Toplady. Resurrection and Eternal Life 173 CLVII HAPPY soul ! thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below ; Go, by angel guards attended, To the sight of Jesus go ! Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo, the Saviour stands above, Shows the purchase of His merit, Reaches out the crown of love ! Struggle through thy latest passion To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To His uttermost salvation, To His everlasting rest ! For the joy He sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain ; Die, to live the life of glory ; Suffer, with thy Lord to reign ! Charles Wesley. 1749 THE waves of trouble, how they rise, How loud the tempests roar ! But death shal) land our weary souls Safe on the heavenly shore. There, to fulfil His sweet commands, Our speedy feet shall move ; No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love. There shall we sit, and sing, and tell • The wonders of His grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face. 174 The Book of Praise Forever His dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of eveiy song. Isaac Watts. 1709 CLIX YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light : Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night. And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed ; My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heavenly courts Where I shall reign with God. The Father of eternal light Shall there His beams display, Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvaried day. No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into mine eyes ; Nor the meridian sun decline Amid those brighter skies. There all the millions of His saints Shall in one song unite, And each the bliss of all shall view With infinite delight. Philip Doddridge. 1755 Resurrection and Eternal Life 175 CLX FAR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. Fair distant land ; could mortal eyes But half its joys explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more ! There pain and sickness never come, And grief no more complains : Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns. No cloud those blissful regions know, Forever bright and fair ; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there. V There no alternate night is known, Nor sun's faint sickly ray ; But glory from the sacred Throne Spreads everlasting day. The glorious monarch there displays His beams of wondrous grace ; His happy subjects sing His praise, And bow before His face. O may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith and strong desire Bear every thought above ! 1 76 The Book of Praise Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For Thy bright courts on high ; Then bid our spirits rise, and join The chorus of the sky. Anne Steele. 1760 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. O, could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes, — Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, — Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Isaac Watts. 1709 Rcsiirrectwi and Eternal Life 177 THERE is a blessed Home Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow ; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well ; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell ; Around its glorious Throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One, And Spirit, evermore. O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side ; To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won, And sing through endless days The great things He hath done* Look up, ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path your Saviour trod Of daily toil and woe ; 12 1 78 The Book of Praise Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love, His own most gracious smile Shall welcome you above. Sir Henry Baker. 1861 THE roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away ! Oh ! for the pearly gates of heaven ! Oh ! for the golden floor ! Oh ! for the Sun of Righteousness That setteth nevermore ! The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint ! How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint ! Oh ! for a heart that never sins ! Oh ! for a soul washed white ! Oh ! for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day or night ! Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, And grace to lead us higher : But there are perfectness and peace Beyond our best desire. Oh ! by Thy love and anguish, Lord ! Oh ! by Thy life laid down ! Oh ! that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown ! Cecil Frances A lexander. [1853] Resurrection and Eternal Life 1 79 CLXIV FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath, Nor, life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upwards to expire. There is a world above, Where parting is unknown ; A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone : And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. Thus star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light. James Montgomery. 1824 CLXV RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things Towards Heaven, thy native place. i So The Book of Praise Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So my soul, derived from God, Pants to view His glorious face, Forward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. , Fly me Riches, fly me Cares, Whilst I that coast explore ; Flattering world, with all thy snares Solicit me no more ! Pilgrims fix not here their home ; Strangers tarry but a night ; When the last dear morn is come, They '11 rise to joyful light. Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; Press onward to the prize ; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies. Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Robert Seagrave. 1748 Resurrection and Eternal Life 181 CLXVI WE seek a rest beyond the skies, In everlasting clay ; Through floods and flames the passage lies, But Jesus guards the way : The swelling flood, and raging flame, Hear and obey His word ; Then let us triumph in His Name ; Our Saviour is the Lord ! John Newton. 1779 CLXVII THERE is an hour, when I must part With all I hold most dear ; And life, with its best hopes, will then As nothingness appear. There is an hour, when I must lie Low on affliction's bed, And anguish, pain, and tears become My bitter daily bread. There is an hour, when I must sink Beneath the stroke of death, And yield to Him, who gave it first, My struggling vital breath. There is an hour, when I must stand Before the judgment seat, And all my sins, and all my foes, In awful vision meet. x82 The Book of Praise There is an hour, when I must look On one eternity, And nameless woe, or blissful life, My endless portion be. O Saviour, then, in all my need, Be near, be near to me ; And let my soul, in steadfast faith, Find life and Heaven in Thee ! Andrew Reed. 1842 CLXVIII Psalm XC OUR God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : Under the shadow of Thy Throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Resurrection and Eternal Life 1 83 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by Thy flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past ; Our hope for years to come ; Be Thou our guard -while troubles last, And our eternal home ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 PART II HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE SUBJECTS OF THE LORD'S PRAYER PART SECOND "LORD, TEACH US TO PRAY." (Luke xi. I.) CLXIX PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered, or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of the eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And ciy, Behold, he prays ! 1 88 The Book of Praise Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer. The saints, in prayer, appear as one In word, and deed, and mind ; While with the Father and the Son Sweet fellowship they find. Nor prayer is made by man alone : The Holy Spirit pleads ; And Jesus, on the eternal Throne, For mourners intercedes. 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. 1819 'OUR FATHER, WHICH ART W HEAVEN ; HALLOWED BE THY NAME." CLXX Psalm LXIII OGOD, Thou art my God alone ; Early to Thee my soul shall cry ; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. Our Father, 7uhich art in Heaven \ Oh ! that it were as it hath been ! Wlien, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace ! Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God : Thine hand unseen upholds my ways ; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy Presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me : For whom have I in Heaven above, Or what on earth compared to Thee ? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give ; My soul shall still in God rejoice ; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live. James Montgomery. 1822 CLXXI Psalm CXLV MY God, my King, Thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 1 90 The Book of Praise The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to Thine ear, And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for Thee. Thy truth and justice I '11 proclaim ; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream ; Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds ? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; Vast and unsearchable Thy ways, Vast and immortal be Thy praise ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 CLXXII Psalm CXXXIX LORD, Thou hast formed mine every part, Mine inmost thought is known to Thee ; Each word, each feeling of my heart, Thine ear doth hear, Thine eye can see. Though I should seek the shades of night, And hide myself in guilty fear, To Thee the darkness seems as light, The midnight as the noonday clear. The heavens, the earth, the sea, the sky, All own Thee ever present there ; Where'er I turn, Thou still art nigh, Thy Spirit dwelling everywhere. O may that Spirit, ever blest, Upon my soul in radiance shine, Till, welcomed to eternal rest, I taste Thy Presence, Lord Divine ! Robert A llan Scott. 1839 ()///- Father^ which art in Heaven 191 WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart ! But Thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my life sustained, And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whence these comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, It gently cleared my way ; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. 192 The Book of Praise When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face ; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I '11 pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I '11 raise : But oh ! eternity 's too short To utter all Thy praise ! Joseph A ddison . 1 7 1 2 Thy Kingdom come 193 II "THY KINGDOM COME." L( CLXXIV ORD ! come away ! Why dost Thou stay ? Thy road is ready ; and Thy paths made straight With longing expectation wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet ! Ride on triumphantly ! Behold, we lay Our lusts and proud wills in Thy way ! Hosanna ! Welcome to our hearts ! Lord, here Thou hast a temple too ; and full as dear As that of Sion, and as full of sin : Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein : Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor ! Crucify them, that they may never more Profane that holy place Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face ! And then, if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of Thy Deity, The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud and call Hosanna ! and Thy glorious footsteps greet ! Amen ! Bishop Jeremy Taylor. 1655 CLXXV JESUS, Thy Church with longing eyes For Thy expected coming waits ; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates ? 13 194 The Book of Praise Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption 's nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Man's rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. O come, and reign o'er every land ; Let Satan from his throne be hurled ; All nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world ! Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear ! The smitten earth already reels ; And not far off we seem to hear The thunder of Thy chariot wheels. Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for the appointed hour ; And fit us by Thy grace to share The triumphs of Thy conquering power. William Hiley Bathurst. CLXXVI LIGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart, Star of the coming day ! Arise, and with Thy morning beams Chase all our griefs away ! Come, blessed Lord ! let every shore And answering island sing The praises of Thy royal name, And own Thee as their King. Thy Kingdom come 195 Bid the whole earth, responsive now To the bright world above, Break forth in sweetest strains of joy In memory of Thy love. Jesus ! Thy fair creation groans, The air, the earth, the sea, In unison with all our hearts, And calls aloud for Thee. Thine was the Cross, with all its fruits Of grace and peace divine : Be Thine the crown of glory now, The palm of victory Thine ! Sir Edward Denny. 1848 O SAVIOUR ! is Thy promise fled ? Nor longer might Thy grace endure To heal the sick, and raise the dead, And preach the Gospel to the poor ? Come, Jesus, come ! return again ; With brighter beam Thy servants bless, Who long to feel Thy perfect reign, And share Thy kingdom's happiness ! A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, Our hope, our harbor, and our home. Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale, When death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer ! rest on Thee. 196 The Book of Praise Come, Jesus, come ! and as of yore The prophet went to clear Thy way, A harbinger Thy feet before, A dawning to Thy brighter day ; So now may grace, with heavenly shower, Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come, and reap Thy harvest there ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 CLXXVIII 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 ! 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. Be darkness, at Thy coming, Light ; Confusion, order in Thy path ; Souls without strength inspire with might ; Bid mercy triumph over wrath. O Spirit of the Lord ! prepare All the round earth her God to meet ; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. Baptize the nations far and nigh ; The triumphs of Thy Cross record ; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord. James Montgomery. 1S25 7'Jiy Kingdom come 197 SPEED Thy servants, Saviour, speed them ! Thou art Lord of winds and waves : They were bound, but Thou hast freed them ; Now they go to free the slaves : Be Thou with them ! 'T is Thine arm alone that saves. Friends and home and all forsaking, Lord ! they go, at Thy command ; As their stay Thy promise taking, While they traverse sea and land : O be with them ! Lead them safely by the hand ! Speed them through the mighty ocean, In the dark and stormy day, When the waves in wild commotion Fill all others with dismay : Be Thou with them ! Drive their terrors far away. When they, reach the land of strangers, And the prospect dark appears, Nothing seen but toils and dangers, Nothing felt but doubts and fears ; Be Thou with them ! Hear their sighs, and count their tears. When they think of home, now dearer Than it ever seemed before, Bring the promised glory nearer ; Let them see that peaceful shore, Where Thy people Rest from toil, and weep no more ! The Book of Praise Where no fruit appears to cheer them, And they seem to toil in vain, Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them, Then their sinking hopes sustain : Thus supported, Let their zeal revive again ! In the midst of opposition Let them trust, O Lord, in Thee : When success attends their mission, Let Thy servants humbler be : Never leave them, Till Thy face in Heaven they see ; There to reap, in joy forever, Fruit that grows from seed here sown ; There to be with Him, who never Ceases to preserve His own, And with triumph &ing a Saviour's grace alone ! Thomas Kelly. 1836 CLXXX 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, Thy Will be done 199 Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, Oh, now to all mankind Let there be light ! Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth Thy flight ! Move on the waters' face Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light ! Holy and blessed Three, Glorious Trinity, Wisdom, Love, Might ! Boundless as ocean's tide Rolling in fullest pride, Through the earth, far and wide, Let there be light ! John Marriott. 1816 III "THY WILL BE DONE:' "Thy will be done, in earth, as it is in Heaven.' CLXXXI COME, my soul, Thy suit prepare ; Jesus loves to answer prayer : He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. The Book of Praise Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring ; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. With my burden I begin ; Lord, remove this load of sin ; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. Lord, I come to Thee for rest ; Take possession of my breast ; There Thy blood -bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. As the image in the glass Answers the beholder's face, Thus unto my heart appear, Print Thine own resemblance there. 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. 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. John Newton. 1779 M Y faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ! Thy Will be done 2C Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly Thine ! 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 ! 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. 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 ! Ray Palmer. [1840] CLXXXIII Psalm CXVI REDEEMED from guilt, redeemed from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine, What, to repay such gifts as Thine ? The Book of Praise What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from Thy hands new blessings seek, A heart to feel Thy mercies more, A soul to know Thee, and adore ? O teach me at Thy feet to fall, And yield Thee up myself, my all ! Before Thy saints my debts to own, And live and die to Thee alone ! Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart, Expand and raise and fill my heart ! So may I hope my life shall be Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 CLXXXIV Psalm CI LORD, when I lift my voice to Thee, To whom all praise belongs, Thy justice and Thy love shall be The subject of my songs. Let wisdom o'er my heart preside, To lead my steps aright, And make Thy perfect law my guide, Thy service my delight. All sinful ways I will abhor, All wicked men forsake ; And only those who love Thy law For my companions take. Thy Will be done 203 Lord ! that I may not go astray, Thy constant grace impart : When wilt Thou come to point my way, And fix my roving heart ? William Hiley Bathttrst. 1831 CLXXXV FORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, I go, My daily labor to pursue, Thee, only Thee, resolved to know, In all I think, or speak, or do. The task Thy wisdom hath assigned O let me cheerfully fulfil ; In all my works Thy presence find, And prove Thine acceptable will. Preserve me from my calling's snare, And hide my simple heart above, Above the thorns of choking care, The gilded baits of worldly love. Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labor on at Thy command, And offer all my works to Thee. Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray ; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to Thy glorious day. For Thee delightfully employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with Thee to Heaven. Charles Wesley. 1749 204 The Book of Praise CLXXXVI NOW 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. If death shall bruise this springing seed Before it come to fruit, The will with Thee goes for the deed, Thy life was in the root. Would I long bear my heavy load, And keep my sorrows long ? Would I long sin against my God, And His dear mercy wrong ? How much is sinful flesh my foe, That doth my soul pervert To linger here in sin and woe, And steals from God my heart ! Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that unto God's Kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be ? Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise. Thy Will be done 205 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. Richard Baxter. 1681 CLXXXVII OTHOU, who earnest from above, The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart There let it for Thy glory burn With inextinguishable blaze ; And, trembling, to its source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. Jesus ! confirm my heart's desire To work, and speak, and think for Thee ; Still let me guard the holy fire ; And still stir up Thy gift in me ; Ready for all Thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat ; Till death Thy endless mercies seal, And make my sacrifice complete. Charles Wesley. 1762 CLXXXVII! Psalm XXXI MY spirit on Thy care, Blest Saviour, I recline ; Thou wilt not leave me to despair, For Thou art Love divine. 206 The Book of Praise 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. Whatever events betide, Thy will they all perform ; Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me ; Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 BLEST be Thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love Thee for Thyself, And for that love obey. O Thou, our souls' chief hope ! We to Thy mercy fly ; Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply. Whether we sleep or wake, To Thee we both resign ; By night we see, as well as day, If Thy light on us shine. Whether we live or die, Both we submit to Thee ; In death we live, as well as life, If Thine in death we be. John A ustin. 1668 Thy Will be done 207 OLORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, And make Thy pleasure mine. Why should I shrink from Thy command, Whose love forbids my fears, Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears ? No, rather let me freely yield What most I prize to Thee, Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me. Thy favor, all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant ; What else I want, or think I do, 'T is better still to want. But ah ! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to Thy sway ! Else the next cloud that veils the skies, Drives all these thoughts away. William Ccnuper. 1779 OFOR an heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free ! A heart that always feels Thy Blood, So freely spilt for me ! 208 The Book of Praise An heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean : Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within : An heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine. Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write Thy new Name upon my heart, Thy new, best Name of Love. Charies Wesley. 1742 OH what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be, When we have borne the cross. Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. L::: : rr.iy :l:i: ;Ti:t '" r i:.." ; L;,:t :>.-.-.: .:'. :"i.:l: :: ':.■•: ir All ::.i: ::' ;■..-:: : . rr.t:'. :: ::.:. V:y :t : -J ; ::. r. it:t . 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Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I '11 sing upon a happier shore, Thy will be done ! Charlotte Elliott. 1836 CXCIV OLORD, Thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart ; Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to Thee, To Thee, my God, to Thee ! Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on Thee, On Thee, my God, on Thee ! Thy Will be done 21 1 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; Thou *rt present, Lord, in every place ; And, wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee, To Thee, my God, to Thee ! Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe 'neath the covert of Thy wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in Thee, In Thee, my God, in Thee ! Mrs. Daniel Wilson. 1830 Front John Frederic Oberlin. 182J CXCV WHEN I survey life's varied scene, Amid the darkest hours Sweet rays of comfort shine between, And thorns are mixed with flowers. Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand, From whence my comforts flow, And let me in this desert land A glimpse of Canaan know. And oh ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign hand denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace Let this petition rise : Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And let me live to Thee. 212 The Book of Praise Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My path of life attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end ! Anne Steele. 1760 FATHER of Love, our Guide and Friend, O, lead us gently on, Until life's trial-time shall end, And heavenly peace be won ! 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 ! If called, like Abraham's child, to climb The hill of sacrifice, Some angel may be there in time ; Deliverance shall arise : Or, if some darker lot be good, O, teach us to endure The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That make the spirit pure ! 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. And, till in Heaven we sinless bow, And faultless anthems raise, O Father, Son, and Spirit, now Accept our feeble praise ! William Joseph Irons. 1853 Thy Will be done 213 CXCVII THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright. 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 ; 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 ! Horatius Bonar. 1856 214 The Book of Praisem CXCVIII FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see ; But I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles And wipe the weeping eyes ; And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. 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. Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate, And a work of lowly love to do, For the Lord on whom I wait. So I ask Thee for the daily strength To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at Thy side ; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. ^Thy Will be done 215 And if some things I do not ask In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee ; More careful, not to serve Thee much, But to please Thee perfectly. There are briers besetting every path, That call for patient care ; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer ; But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee, Is happy anywhere. In a service which Thy will appoints There are no bonds for me ; For my inmost heart is taught the Truth That makes Thy children free ; And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. A una L&titia Waring. 1850 - i860 CXCIX Psalm CXXXI QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child, From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide Calmly to Thy wisdom leave : 216 The Book of Praise 'T is enough that Thou wilt care ; Why should I the burden bear ? As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone ; Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. Thus, preserved from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon Thy smiles Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love ! John Newton. 1779 CC Psalm CXXXI JESUS, cast a look on me ; Give me sweet simplicity, Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only Thee to know. Weaned from my lordly self, Weaned from the miser's pelf, Weaned from the scorner's ways, Weaned from the lust of praise. All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside ; Bid my will to Thine submit ; Lay me humbly at Thy feet. Thy Will be done 217 Make me like a little child, Of my strength and wisdom spoiled, Seeing only in Thy light, Walking only in Thy might, Leaning on Thy loving breast, Where a weary soul may rest ; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from Thy gracious Blood ! In this posture let me live, And hosannas daily give ; In this temper let me die, And hosannas ever cry ! John Berridge. 1785 CCI LORD, I feel a carnal mind That hangs about me still, Vainly though I strive to bind My own rebellious will ; Is not haughtiness of heart The gulf between my God and me ? Meek Redeemer ! now impart Thine own humility ! Fain would I my Lord pursue, Be all my Saviour taught, Do as Jesus bade me do, And think as Jesus thought : But 't is Thou must change my heart ; The perfect gift must come from Thee ; Meek Redeemer ! now impart Thine own humility ! 218 The Book of Praise Lord, I cannot, must not rest, Till I Thy mind obtain, Chase presumption from my breast, And all Thy mildness gain : Give me, Lord, Thy gentle heart ; Thy lowly mind my portion be : Meek Redeemer ! now impart Thine own humility ! Let Thy cross my will control ; Conform me to my Guide ! In the manger lay my soul, And crucify my pride ! Give me, Lord, a contrite heart, An heart that always looks to Thee : Meek Redeemer ! now impart Thine own humility ! Tear away my every boast ; My stubborn mind abase ; Saviour, fix my only trust In Thy redeeming grace ! Give me a submissive heart, From pride and self-dependence free ; Meek Redeemer ! now irrfpart Thine own humility ! A ugusttts Montague Top lady. ecu 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 actions bold and meek Would for Christ my Saviour speak. Thy Will be done 219 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would truthful be, And with wisdom kind and clear Let Thy life in mine appear, And with actions brotherly Speak my Lord's sincerity. 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. 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. 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. Holy Spirit, dwell with me ; I myself would holy be ; Separate from sin, I would Choose and cherish all things good, And whatever I can be Give to Him, who gave me Thee ! Thomas Toke Lynch. 1855 220 The Book of Praise Matt. V. 3-10 THERE is a dwelling-place above ; Thither, to meet the God of love, The poor in spirit go ; There is a paradise of rest ; For contrite hearts and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow. There is a goodly heritage, Where earthly passions cease to rage ; The meek that haven gain : There is a board, where they who pine, Hungry, athirst, for grace divine, May feast, nor crave again. There is a voice to mercy true ; To them who mercy's path pursue That voice shall bliss impart ; There is a sight from man concealed ; That sight, the face of God revealed, Shall bless the pure in heart. There is a name, in heaven bestowed ; That name, which hails them sons of God, The friends of peace shall know : There is a kingdom in the sky, Where they shall reign with God on high, Who serve Him best below. Lord ! be it mine like them to choose The better part, like them to use The means Thy love hath given ! Be holiness my aim on earth, That death be welcomed as a birth To life and bliss in Heaven ! Bishop R ichard Mant. 1 83 2 Thy Will be done CCIV Matt. V. 3- 10 BLEST are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty ; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in Heaven. Blest are the men of broken heart Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; The Blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes. Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war ; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love ; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin ; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife ; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 222 The Book of Praise Blest are the sufferers, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward. Isaac Watts. 1709 IV " GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAIL Y BREAD.* ccv LORD of my life, whose tender care Hath led me on till now, Here lowly at the hour of prayer Before Thy throne I bow ; I bless Thy gracious hand, and pray Forgiveness for another day. 0 may I daily, hourly, strive In heavenly grace to grow ; To Thee and to Thy glory live, Dead else to all below ; Tread in the path my Saviour trod, Though thorny, yet the path to God ! With prayer my humble praise I bring For mercies day by day ; Lord, teach my heart Thy love to sing, Lord, teach me how to pray ! All that I have, I am, to Thee 1 offer through Eternity ! Anon. [1828] Give us this Day our Daily Bread 223 LORD, in the day Thou art about The paths wherein I tread ; And in the night, when I lie down, Thou art about my bed. While others in God's prisons lie, Bound with affliction's chain, I walk at large, secure and free From sickness and from pain. 'T is Thou dost crown my hopes and plans With good success each day ; This crown, together with myself, At Thy blest feet I lay. O let my house a temple be, That I and mine may sing Hosanna to Thy Majesty, And praise our heavenly King ! Cento by John Hampden Gurney. 1851 By John Mason. 1683 CCVII SHINE on our souls, eternal God, With rays of beauty shine ! O let Thy favor crown our days, And all their round be Thine ! Did we not raise our hands to Thee, Our hands might toil in vain ; Small joy success itself could give, If Thou Thy love restrain. 224 The Book of Praise With Thee let every week begin, With Thee each day be spent ; For Thee each fleeting hour improved, Since each by Thee is lent. Thus cheer us through this desert road, Till all our labors cease, And Heaven refresh our weary souls With everlasting peace ! Philip Doddridge. 1755 OHOW kindly hast thou led me, Heavenly Father, day by day ! Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me, Furnished friends to cheer my way ! Didst Thou bless me, didst Thou chasten, With Thy smile, or with Thy rod, 'T was that still my step might hasten Homeward, heavenward, to my God ! O how slowly have I often Followed where Thy hand would draw ! How Thy kindness failed to soften ! How Thy chastening failed to awe ! Make me for Thy rest more ready As Thy path is longer trod ; Keep me in Thy friendship steady, Till Thou call me home, my God ! Thomas Gr infield. 1836 Give us this Day our Daily Bread 225 HEAVENLY Father, to whose eye Future things unfolded lie, Through the desert where I stray, Let Thy counsels guide my way. Lord, uphold me day by day ; Shed a light upon my way ; Guide me through perplexing snares ; Care for me in all my cares. All I ask for is, enough ; Only, when the way is rough, Let Thy rod and staff impart Strength and courage to my heart. Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree Trials long and sharp for me, Pain or sorrow, care or shame, Father ! glorify Thy Name ! Let me neither faint nor fear, Feeling still that Thou art near, In the course my Saviour trod, Tending still to Thee, my God. Josiah Conder. 1856 ccx SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, All my times are in Thy hand, All events at Thy command. IS 226 The Book of Praise His decree, who formed the earth, Fixed my first and second birth ; Parents, native place, and time, All appointed were by Him. He that formed me in the womb, He shall guide me to the tomb ; All my times shall ever be Ordered by His wise decree. Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth ; Times of trial and of grief, Times of triumph and relief. Times, the Tempter's power to prove. Times to taste a Saviour's love ; All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend. Plagues and deaths around me fly ; Till He bids, I cannot die : Not a single shaft can hit Till the God of love sees fit. 0 Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just ! In Thy hands my life I trust : Have I something dearer still ? 1 resign it to Thy will. May I always own Thy hand ■; Still to the surrender stand ; Know, that Thou art God alone ; I and mine are all Thy own. Give us this Day our Daily Bread 227 Thee at all times will I bless ; Having Thee, I all possess ; . How can I bereaved be, Since I cannot part with Thee ? John Ryland. 1777 OLORD, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend ; To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same ; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in Thy Name ! Why should the soul a drop bemoan, Who has a fountain near ; A fountain, which will ever run With waters sweet and clear ? No good in creatures can be found, But may be found in Thee ; I must have all things, and abound, While God is God to me. O that I had a stronger faith, To look within the veil ! To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail ! He that has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide ; While Christ is rich, can I be poor ? What can I want beside ? 228 The Book of Praise 0 Lord, I cast my care on Thee ; I triumph and adore : Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please Thee more. John Ryland. 1777 CCXII HOW gentle God's commands, How kind His precepts are ! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust His constant care. While Providence supports, Let saints securely dwell ; That Hand, which bears all Nature up, Shall guide His children well. Why should this anxious load Press down your weaiy mind ? Haste to your Heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. His goodness stands approved Down to the present day : 1 '11 drop my burden at His feet, And bear a song away. Philip Doddridge. 1755 CCXITI OGOD of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led ; Give us this Day our Daily Bread 229 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace ; God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. O spread Thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace ! Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore ; And Thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore. Variation by John Logan. 1770 From Phitip Doddridge. 1755 CCXIV OKING of earth, and air, and sea ! The hungry ravens cry to Thee ; To Thee the scaly tribes, that sweep The bosom of the boundless deep : To Thee the lions roaring call ; The common Father, kind to all : Then grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray, Our daily bread from day to day. The fishes may for food complain, The ravens spread their wings in vain, The roaring lions lack and pine ; But, God, Thou carest still for Thine : 230 The Book of Praise Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and lonely wilderness ; And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray For daily bread from day to day. And oh ! when through the wilds we roam That part us from owr heavenly home ; When, lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow ; Do Thou the gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul may live ; And grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 ccxv JESUS, the Shepherd of the sheep, Thy little flock in safety keep, The flock for which Thou cam'st from Heaven, The flock for which Thy life was given. Thou saw'st them wandering far from Thee Secure, as if from danger free ; Thy love did all their wanderings trace, And brought them to a wealthy place. O guard Thy sheep from beasts of prey, And guide them that they never stray ; Cherish the young, sustain the old, Let none be feeble in Thy fold ! Secure them from the scorching beam, And lead them to the living stream ; In verdant pastures let them lie, And watch them with a Shepherd's eye ! Give us this Day our Daily Bread 231 O, may Thy sheep discern Thy voice, And in its sacred sound rejoice ; From strangers may they ever flee, And know no other guide but Thee ! Lord, bring Thy sheep that wander yet, And let the number be complete : Then let Thy flock from earth remove, And occupy the fold above. Thomas Kelly. 1 804 -1836 CCXVI Psalm XXIII 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 noon-day walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My wean', wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in 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 shade. 232 The Book of Praise Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. Joseph A ddison. 1 7 1 2 CCXVII Psalm XXIII MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is His Name ; In pastures fresh He makes me feed Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake His ways, And leads me, for His mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. When I walk through the shades of death, ' Thy presence is my stay : A word of Thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, Doth still my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; O may Thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise ! Give us this Day our Daily Bread 233 There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come ; No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. Isaac Watts. 17 19 CCXVIII Psalm XXIII THE Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied ; Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in His own right way For His most holy Name. While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd 's with me there. In spite of all my foes Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days ; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise. Isaac Watts. 17 19 234 The Book of Praise "AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES:' 1 And forgive us our trespasses ; as we forgive them that trespass against us." CCXIX APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat Where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly fall before His feet, For none can perish there. Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh ; 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 ! John Newton. 1779 And forgive us our Trespasses 235 ccxx ALMIGHTY God, Thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night ; And our most secret actions lie All open to Thy sight. There 's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in Thy dreadful book 't is writ Against the judgment-day. And must the crimes that I have done Be read and published there, Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear ? Lord ! at Thy foot ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from Thy book ! Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let His Blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt ! Isaac Watts. 1720 MERCY alone can meet my case ; For mercy, Lord, I ciy : Jesus ! Redeemer ! show Thy face In mercy, or I die. 236 The Book of Praise Save me, for none beside can save ; At Thy command I tread With failing step life's stormy wave ; The wave goes o'er my head. I perish, and my doom were just ; But wilt Thou leave me ? No : I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust ; I will not let Thee go ! Still sure to me Thy promise stands, And ever must abide ; Behold it written on Thy hands, And graven in Thy side ! To this, this only, will I cleave ; Thy word is all my plea ; Thy word is truth, and I believe : Have mercy, Lord, on me ! James Montgomery. 1825 CCXXII O JESUS, Saviour of the lost, My Rock and Hiding-place, By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek Thy sheltering grace. Guilty, forgive me, Lord ! I cry ; Pursued by foes I come ; A sinner, save me, or I die ; An outcast, take me home. Once safe in Thine almighty arms, Let storms come on amain ; There danger never, never harms ; There death itself is gain. And fo7-give ns our Trespasses 237 And when I stand before Thy throne, And all Thy glory see, Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in Thee. Edward Henry Bickersteth. 1858 WHEN at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner's dying friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye ; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. Think, Lord, how I am still Thy own, The trembling creature of Thy hand ; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And what temptations round me stand. O think upon Thy holy word, And every plighted promise there ; How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare. O think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with Thy grace Divine : Think upon Jesus' woes and tears, And let His merits stand for mine. Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull ; Thine arm can never shortened be ; Behold me here ; my heart is full ; Behold, and spare, and succor me ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1833 238 The Book of Praise ccxxrv AS o'er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh ? 'T is that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die. The world, and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employed, And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void. Yet, holy Father, wild despair Chase from my laboring breast ! Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer ; That grace can do the rest. My life's brief remnant all be Thine ! And, when Thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O, speed my soul to Thee ! Bishop Thomas Fanshaw Middle ton. 1822 CCXXV 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 ! 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 ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 And forgive us our Trespasses 239 OLORD, turn not Thy face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life With tears and bitter cry ; Thy mercy-gates are open wide To them that mourn their sin ; O shut them not against us, Lord, But let us enter in. We need not to confess our fault, For surely Thou canst tell ; What we have done, and what we are, Thou knowest very well ; Wherefore, to beg and to entreat, With tears we come to Thee, As children that have done amiss Fall at their father's knee. And need we then, O Lord, repeat The blessing which we crave, When Thou dost know, before we speak, The thing that we would have ? Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask, This is the total sum ; For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer ; O let Thy mercy come ! Variation by Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 From John Mardley. 1562 240 The Book of Praise VI 1 AND LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTA TION; BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL." LEAD us, Heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea ; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but Thee ; Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be. Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ; All our weakness Thou dost know ; Thou didst tread this earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; Lone and dreary, Faint and weary, Through the desert Thou didst go. Spirit of our God, descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ; Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy : Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. James Edmeston. 1820 Lead us not into Temptation 241 CCXXVIII JESU ! guide our way To eternal day ! So shall we, no more delaying, Follow Thee, Thy voice obeying ; Lead us by Thy hand To our Father's land ! When we danger meet, Steadfast make our feet ! Lord, preserve us uncomplaining 'Mid the darkness round us reigning ! Through adversity Lies our way to Thee. Order all our way Through this mortal day ; In our toil with aid be near us ; In our need with succor cheer us ; When life's course is o'er, Open Thou the door ! A rthur Tozer Russell. 1 S5 1 From Louis, Count Zinzendorf. ijji STAR of morn and even, Sun of Heaven's heaven, Saviour high and dear, Toward us turn Thine ear ; Through whate'er may come, Thou canst lead us home. Though the gloom be grievous, Those we leant on leave us, 16 242 The Book of Praise Though the coward heart Quit its proper part, Though the Tempter come, Thou wilt lead us home. Saviour pure and holy, Lover of the lowly, Sign us with Thy sign, Take our hands in Thine, Take our hands and come, Lead Thy children home ! Star of morn and even, Shine on us from Heaven, From Thy glory-throne Hear Thy very own ! Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home ! Francis Turner Palgrave. 1862 ccxxx OTHOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart ; it pants for Thee ; O, burst these bands, and set it free ! Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; Nail my affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought ; let all within Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean. If in this darksome wild T stray, Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way ; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near. Lead us not into Temptation 243 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesu, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Saviour ! where'er Thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee : O let Thy hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill ! If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day ; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm and joy and peace. J oh n Wesley. 1739-1743 From the German CCXXXI GUIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah ! Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ! Bread of Heaven ! Bread of Heaven ! Feed me now and evermore ! Open now the crystal Fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer ! Strong Deliverer ! Be Thou still my Strength and Shield ! When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; 244 The Book of Praise Death of death, and Hell's Destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises, Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee ! William Williams. 1774 JESUS ! lead us with Thy power Safe unto the promised Rest ; Hide our souls within Thy bosom ; Let us slumber on Thy breast ; Feed us with the heavenly manna, Bread that angels eat above ; Let us drink from the holy Fountain Draughts of everlasting Love ! Throughout the desert wild conduct us With a glorious pillar bright, In the day a cooling comfort, And a cheering fire by night ; Be our guide in every peril, Watch us hourly night and day ; Otherwise we '11 err and wander From Thy Spirit far away. In Thy Presence we are happy ; In Thy Presence we 're secure ; In Thy Presence all afflictions We will easily endure ; In Thy Presence we can conquer, We can suffer, we can die ; Far from Thee, we faint and languish : Lord, our Saviour, keep us nigh ! William Williams. 1772 Lead us not into Temptation 245 CCXXXIII Psalm CXXI UP to the hills I lift mine eyes, The eternal hills beyond the skies ; Thence all her help my soul derives, There my Almighty Refuge lives. He 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. 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. Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest ; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise. No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord ; His heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. 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. Isaac Watts. 17 19 246 The Book of Praise ccxxxiv Psalm CXXI TO Heaven I lift mine eye, To Heaven, Jehovah's throne, For there my Saviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply- To all He calls His own. He will not faint nor fail, Nor cause thy feet to stray : For Him no weary hours assail, Nor evening darkness spreads her veil O'er His eternal day. Beneath that light divine Securely shalt thou move ; The sun with milder beams shall shine, And eve's still queen her lamp incline Benignant from above. For He, thy God and Friend, Shall keep thy soul from harm, In each sad scene of doubt attend, And guide thy life, and bless thine end, With His Almighty arm. John Bozvdler. 18 14 Psalm XI MY trust is in the Lord, What foe can injure me ? Why bid me like a bird Before the fowler flee ? The Lord is on His heavenly throne, And He will shield and save His own. But deliver us from Evil 247 The wicked may assail, The Tempter sorely try, All earth's foundations fail, All nature's springs be dry ; Vet God is in His holy shrine, And I am strong while He is mine. His flock to Him is dear, He watches them from high ; He sends them trials here To form them for the sky ; But safely will He tend and keep The humblest, feeblest, of His sheep. His foes a season here May triumph and prevail ; But ah ! the hour is near When all their hopes must fail ; While, like the sun, His saints shall rise, And shine with Him above the skies. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 CCXXXVI Psalm XLVI GOD is our Refuge, tried and proved, Amid a stormy world ; We will not fear, though earth be moved, And hills in ocean hurled. The waves may roar, the mountains shake, Our comforts shall not cease ; The Lord His saints will not forsake, The Lord will give us peace. 248 The Book of Praise A gentle stream of hope and love To us shall ever flow ; It issues from His throne above, It cheers His Church below. When earth and hell against us came, He spake, and quelled their powers ; The Lord of hosts is still the same ; The God of grace is ours. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 CCXXXVII Psalm XCI THERE is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace ; O, be that refuge mine ! The least and feeblest there may bide, Uninjured and unawed ; While thousands fall on every side, He rests secure in God. The angels watch him on his way, And aid with friendly arm ; And Satan, roaring for his prey, May hate, but cannot harm. He feeds in pastures large and fair Of love and truth divine : O child of God, O glory's heir, How rich a lot is thine ! A hand Almighty to defend, An ear for every call, An honored life, a peaceful end, And Heaven to crown it all ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 But deliver tts from Evil 249 CCXXXVHI OH help us, Lord ! each hour of need, Thy heavenly succor give ; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live ! Oh, help us when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore ; And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh, help us, Lord, the more ! Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe ; For still, the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. If strangers to Thy fold we call, Imploring at Thy feet The crumbs that from Thy table fall, 'T is all we dare entreat. But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So Thou wilt grant but this : The crumbs that from Thy table fall Are light, and life, and bliss. Oh, help us, Jesus, from on high ! We know no help but Thee : Oh, help us so to live and die, As Thine in Heaven to be ! Henry Hart Mihnan. 1827 250 The Book of Praise ccxxxix OTHOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee ; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Dear Lord, remember me ! When groaning on my burdened heart My sins lie heavily, My pardon speak, new peace impart, In love remember me ! Temptations sore obstruct my way ; And ills I cannot flee : Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day ; For good remember me ! Distrest with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see ! Grant patience, rest, and kind relief ; Hear, and remember me ! If on my face, for Thy dear Name, Shame and reproaches be ; All hail reproach, and welcome shame, If Thou remember me ! The hour is near ; consigned to death I own the just decree : " Saviour ! " with my last parting breath, I '11 cry, " Remember me!" Thomas Haiveis. 1792 But deliver us from Evil 251 CCXL JESU, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters 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 ; O receive my soul at last ! 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 ! 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 ! 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 ! 252 The Book of Praise Just and holy is Thy Name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 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 ! Charles Wesley. 1740 CCXLI NOW may He, who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep ! May He teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in His sight, Perfect us in all His will, And preserve us day and night ! To that dear Redeemer's praise Who the covenant sealed with blood, Let our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgivings to our God ! John Newton. 1779 For Thine is the Kingdom ^ &c. 253 OMOST merciful, O most bountiful, God the Father Almighty ! By the Redeemer's Sweet intercession, Hear us, help us, when we cry ! Bishop Reg build Heber. 1827 VII 'FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM, THE POW- ER, AND THE GLORY, FOR EVER AND EVER, amen:' NOW to Him, who loved us, gave us Every pledge that love could give, Freely shed His Blood to save us, Gave His life that we might live : Be the kingdom, and dominion, And the glory, evermore ! Variation. [1851] From Samuel Miller Waring. 1827 CCXLIV WORSHIP, honor, glory, blessing, Be to Him who reigns above ! Young and old Thy Name confessing, Saviour ! let us share Thy love ! 254 The Book of Praise As the saints in Heaven adore Thee, We would bow before Thy throne ; As Thine angels bow before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done ! Edward Osier. 1 836 F CCXLV Psalm CXVII ROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through every land, by eveiy tongue ! 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. Isaac Watts. 17 19 PART III HYMNS FOR NATURAL AND SACRED SEASONS PART THIRD DAY AND NIGHT Momi7ig AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay Thy morning sacrifice. Thy precious time misspent redeem ; Each present day thy last esteem ; Improve thy talent with due care ; For the great day thyself prepare. In conversation be sincere ; Keep conscience as the noontide clear ; Think how All-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. By influence of the light divine Let thy own light to others shine ; Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays, In ardent love and cheerful praise. 17 258 The Book of Praise Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the Eternal King. Awake ! awake ! Ye heavenly choir, May your devotion me inspire, That I, like you, my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend ! May I, like you, in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight, Perform like you my Maker's will ! 0 may I never more do ill ! Had I your wings, to Heaven I 'd fly ; But God shall that defect supply ; And my soul, winged with warm desire, Shall all day long to Heaven aspire. All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake? 1 may of endless light partake ! I would not wake, nor rise again, Ev'n Heaven itself I would disdain, Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed, And I in hymns to be employed ! Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art ; O never then from me depart ! For, to my soul, 't is hell to be But for one moment void of Thee. Day and Night 259 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! BisJiop Thomas Ken. 1700 CCXLVII Morning GOD of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies ; From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins ; And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines : O, like the sun, may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on, and keep my heavenly way ! But I shall rove and lose the race, If God, my sun, should disappear, 260 The Book of Praise And leave me in this world's wide maze To follow every wandering star. Lord ! Thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy threatenings just, Thy promise sure ; Thy Gospel makes the simple wise. Give me Thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to Thy bliss : All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with this ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 Morning O TIMELY happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising morn arise ! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new ! New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven. If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Day and Night 261 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of Heaven in each we see ; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. As for some dear familiar strain Untired we ask, and ask again ; Ever, in its melodious store, Finding a spell unheard before ; Such is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn, and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all t' espy Their God, in all themselves deny. O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise ! How would our hearts with wisdom talk Along life's dullest, dreariest walk ! We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God. Seek we no more : content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go ; The secret this of rest below. 262 The Book of Praise Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray ! John Keble. 1827 CCXLIX SINCE Thou hast added now, O God ! Unto my life another day, And giv'st me leave to walk abroad, And labor in my lawful way ; My walks and works with me begin, Conduct me forth, and bring me in. In every power my soul enjoys Internal virtues to improve ; In every sense that she employs In her external works to move ; Bless her, O God ! and keep me sound From outward harm and inward wound. Let sin nor Satan's fraud prevail To make mine eye of reason blind, Or faith, or hope, or love to fail, Or any virtues of the mind ; But more and more let them increase, And bring me to mine end in peace. Lewd courses let my feet forbear ; Keep Thou my hands from doing wrong ; Let not ill counsels pierce mine ear, Nor wicked words defile my tongue ; And keep the windows of each eye That no strange lust climb in thereby. Day and Night 263 But guard Thou safe my heart in chief ; That neither hate, revenge, nor fear, Nor vain desire, vain joy, or grief, Obtain command or dwelling there : And, Lord ! with every saving grace, Still true to Thee maintain that place ! So till the evening of this morn My time shall then so well be spent, That when the twilight shall return I may enjoy it with content, And to Thy praise and honor say, That this hath proved a happy day. George Wither. 1641 CCL Morning 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 my heart appear ! Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return, Till Thy mercy's beams I see ; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ! 264 The Book of Praise Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief ! More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day ! Charles Wesley. 1740 Morning " Splendor Paternse Gloriae." OJESU, Lord of heavenly grace, Thou brightness of Thy Father's face, Thou Fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Shower down Thy radiance from above, And to our inward hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray ! And we the Father's help will claim, And sing the Father's glorious Name ; His powerful succor we implore, That we may stand, to fall no more. May He our actions deign to bless, And loose the bonds of wickedness ; From sudden falls our feet defend, And bring us to a prosperous end ! May faith, deep rooted in the soul, Subdue our flesh, our minds control ; May guile depart, and discord cease, And all within be joy and peace ! Day and Night 265 And Christ shall be our daily food, Our daily drink His precious blood ; And thus the Spirit's calm excess Shall fill our souls with holiness. O hallowed be the approaching day ! Let meekness be our morning ray, And faithful love our noonday light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright ! O Christ ! with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts is borne : O, may we ever clearly see Our Saviour and our God in Thee ! John Chandler. 1837 From St. A mbrose CCLII Morning LORD God of morning and of night, We thank Thee for Thy gift of light : As in the dawn the shadows fly, We seem to find Thee now more nigh. Fresh hopes have wakened in our hearts, Fresh energy to do our parts ; Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do ; The sun may stand in zenith skies, But on the soul thick midnight lies. 266 The Book of Praise O Lord of lights ! 't is Thou alone Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own : Though this new day with joy we see, O Dawn of God ! we cry for Thee ! Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ! Praise Him through time, till time shall end ! Till psalm and song His Name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore ! Francis Turner Palgrave. 1862 CCLIII Mid-day WHEN at mid-day my task I ply With laboring hand or watchful eye, I need the timely aid of prayer To guard my soul from worldly care. Thou, Lord, didst consecrate this hour To mind us of Thy saving power, Thy living water's heavenly spell, The mystery of Jacob's well. There, about noon, with toil oppressed, Feebly Thy voice its plaint expressed, " Give Me to drink ! " O wondrous woe ! God thirsts, from whom all blessings flow ! He needed not, by whom we live, And only asked, that He might give : A mightier want He felt within ; The thirst to save a soul from sin. Day and Night ib*J Lord, in our pilgrimage of grace, Thy weary footsteps oft we trace ; And in the inner man renew The grief, Thy sacred body knew. Our spirits faint upon the way, We bear the burden of the day : 'T is then for strength to Thee we turn, Sit at Thy feet, and wisdom learn. We ask of Thee, the gift of God, Pure water from the vital flood, To cure our feverish thirst of sin, A well of water deep within. 'T was at mid-day, on blood intent, Saul to Damascus raging went : A light from heaven upon him came, Putting that mid-day sun to shame. The sudden glorious burst appalls ; Dashed to the earth he headlong falls ; A Voice reproves ; a Form appears ; Aghast he sees and trembling hears. Now streams that light with mellowed glow Around our path, where'er we go ; Inviting us at noon to raise Our hearts to God in prayer and praise. And calmly now Ave hear that word ; It bids us rise and meet the Lord : What hour lie cometh, none can say ; At dead of night, or at mid-day. 268 The Book of Praise O, rise thou then, and strive, my soul, To reach the beatific goal ! Thy every nerve and sinew strain, The crown of glory to obtain ! For see, in all this noontide heat, How worldlings labor for the meat That perishes and comes to naught, Like shadow, when we think 't is caught. And wilt thou then refuse thy pains For heaven's imperishable gains ? Or canst thou grudge thy utmost toil For treasures none can steal or spoil ? The sun has its meridian past ; Soon will its beams oblique be cast ; And twilight pale will rise t' enshroud Their radiance in the western cloud. Yet, for a time, 't is bright and glad ; But coming night is dark and sad : The day to man for toil was given ; And none at night can work for Heaven. Sun of my soul, Thyself display ! Quicken me, Lord, and cheer my way ! Till, borne upon Thy healing wing, Upward I soar Thy praise to sing. E'en now, when far from Thy blest light, At morn and eve, at noon and night, I tune my heart betimes, to join, Where angels in Thy presence shine. Day and Night 269 Yet angels, in their loftiest song, Fail in their flight, and do Thee wrong ; Like as their veiled adoring face Tells of a Glory none can trace ! And now, my mid-day homage paid, Life's busy path again I tread ; Vet happier far its task I ply From surer trust that Thou art nigh ; Nigh to defend, assist, and bless, Making my cares and dangers less ; And daily duteous toil the road, That leads to perfect peace in God : Peace, through the grace of Christ our Lord ; Rest, in the Father's love restored ; Joy, by the Spirit's union given ; The peace, the rest, the joy of Heaven ! James Ford. 1856 CCLIV Eve7iing THE day, O Lord, is spent ; Abide with us, and rest ; Our hearts' desires are fully bent On making Thee our guest. We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round Thee stand, Whose sun can never set. 270 The Book of Praise Our sun is sinking now ; Our day is almost o'er : O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou Shine on us evermore ! John Mason Neale. 1854 CCLV Evening BEHOLD the sun, that seemed but now- Enthroned overhead, Beginneth to decline below The globe whereon we tread ; And he, whom yet we look upon With comfort and delight, "Will quite depart from hence anon, And leave us to the night. Thus time, unheeded, steals away The life which nature gave ; Thus are our bodies every day Declining to the grave : Thus from us all our pleasures fly Whereon we set our heart ; And when the night of death draws nigh, Thus will they all depart. Lord ! though the sun forsake our sight, And mortal hopes are vain ; Let still Thine everlasting light Within our souls remain ! And in the nights of our distress Vouchsafe those rays divine, Which from the Sun of Righteousness Forever brightly shine ! George Wither. 1641 Day a?id Night 27 1 CCLVI Eve j ling ACCEPT, my God, my evening song, Like incense let it fragrant rise ; Stir up my heart, and tune my tongue, And let the music reach the skies. Thou hast my kind protector been Through all the dangers of the day ; My guardian to defend from sin, My guide to choose me out my way. The flowing spring of all my good, Still pouring blessings from on high ; Thine hand hath dealt me out my food, For every want a kind supply. Unceasing, Lord, Thy bounty flowed ; Each moment brought me in fresh aid ; But what returns of love to God Have I for all His kindness made ? What have I done for Him that died To save my soul from endless woe ? How much have I His patience tried From whom all my enjoyments flow ! Fast as my flying minutes pass, My faults augment the former sum ! Forgive the past, and by Thy grace Prevent the like for time to come ! Dear Saviour, to Thy cross I '11 fly, And there my guilty head recline, And my whole soul, that sin may die, Yield up to influence divine ! 272 The Book of Praise Then, sprinkled with atoning blood, I '11 lay me down and take my rest, Trust the protection of my God, And sleep as on my Saviour's breast. Variation from Isaac Watts. By Simon Browne. 1709 1720 CCLVII Evening ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings ! Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ! To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day ! O may my soul on Thee repose ; And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake ! When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ! Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest ! Day and Night 273 Dull sleep, of sense me to deprive ! I am but half my time alive : Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are grieved To lie so long of Thee bereaved. But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns, Let it not hold me long in chains ! And now and then let loose my heart, Till it an hallelujah dart ! The faster sleep the senses binds, The more unfettered are our minds ; O may my soul, from matter free, Thy loveliness unclouded see ! O when shall I, in endless day, Forever chase dark sleep away, And hymns with the supernal choir Incessant sing, and never tire ? O may my Guardian, while I sleep, Close to my bed his vigils keep ; His love angelical instil ; Stop all the avenues of ill : May he celestial joy rehearse, And thought to thought with me converse ; Or in my stead, all the night long, Sing to my God a grateful song ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below ! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Bishop Thomas Ken. 1700 18 274 The Book of Praise CCLVIII Evening OLORD, another day is flown ; And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before Thy throne To bless Thy fostering hand. And wilt Thou lend a listening ear To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt ! for Thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. And, Jesus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign As we before Thee pray ; For Thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. O let Thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease ; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace ! Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine, A flock by Jesus led, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And Thou wilt bless our way, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day ! He7iry Kirke White. 1803 Day and Night 275 CCLIX Evening SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near ; Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! When round Thy wondrous works below My searching rapturous glance I throw, Tracing out wisdom, power, and love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; Or, by the light Thy words disclose, Watch time's full river as it flows, Scanning Thy gracious Providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense ; When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold ; Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern ! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ! Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die ! Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark ! Amid the howling wintiy sea We are in port if we have Thee. 276 The Book of Praise The rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand, Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright ! Let all do all as in Thy sight ! Oh ! by Thine own sad burthen, borne So meekly up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross To bear as Thine, nor count it loss ! If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine ; Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin ! Watch by the sick, enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ! Be every mourner's sleep to-night Like infant's slumbers, pure and light ! Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till, in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in Heaven above ! John Keble. 1827 CCLX / Night HEAR my prayer, O Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep : Bid Thy angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. Great my sins are, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; t Day and Night 277 Down before Thy cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alone. feep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, When my pilgrimage is made ! None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought ; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son hath wrought. 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 ! Harriett Parr. 1855 Night GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light ; Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night ; May Thine angel guards defend us ! Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us ! Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night ! Bishop Reginaid Heber. 1827 278 The Book of Praise CCLXII Night THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us ; Now we lay us down to rest ; Through the silent watches guard us ! Let no foe our peace molest ! Jesus, Thou our Guardian be ! Sweet it is to trust in Thee. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers ; Dwelling in the midst of foes : Us and ours preserve from dangers, In Thine arms^may we repose ! And, when life's sad day is past, Rest with Thee in Heaven at last ! Thomas Kelly. 1806 A CCLXIII Night LL praise to Him who dwells in bliss, Who made both day and night ; Whose throne is darkness, in th' abyss Of uncreated light ! Each thought and deed His piercing eyes With strictest search survey ; The deepest shades no more disguise Than the full blaze of day. Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings, No evil shall molest : Under the shadow of Thy wings Shall they securely rest. Day and Night 279 Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep ; Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads, For Thou dost never sleep. May we, with calm and sweet repose, And heavenly thoughts refreshed, Our eyelids with the morn unclose, And bless the Ever-blessed ! Charles Wesley. 1741 Night INTERVAL of grateful shade, Welcome to .my weary head ! Welcome slumber to mine eyes, Tired with glaring vanities. My great Master still allows Needful periods of repose ; By my Heavenly Father blest, Thus I give my powers to rest. Heavenly Father ! gracious Name ! Night and day His love the same ! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot. Thou, my ever bounteous God, Crown'st my days with various good ; Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep, These defenceless hours shall keep. What though downy slumbers flee, Strangers to my couch and me ? 280 The Book of Praise Sleepless, well I know to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast. While the empress of the night Scatters mild her silver light, While the vivid planets stray- Various through their mystic way, While the stars unnumbered roll Round the ever constant pole, Far above these spangled skies All my soul to God shall rise. 'Mid the silence of the night ' Mingling with those angels bright, Whose harmonious voices raise Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise, Through the throng His gentle ear Shall my tuneless accents hear ; From on high doth He impart Secret comfort to my heart. He in these serenest hours Guides my intellectual powers, And His Spirit doth diffuse, Sweeter far than midnight dews, Lifting all my thoughts above On the wings of faith and love : Blest alternative to me, Thus to sleep, or wake with Thee ! What if death my sleep invade? Should I be of death afraid ? Day and Night 281 Whilst encircled by Thine arm, Death may strike, but cannot harm. What if beams of opening day Shine around my breathless clay ? Brighter visions from on high Shall regale my mental eye. Tender friends awhile may mourn Me from their embraces torn ; Dearer, better friends I have In the realms beyond the grave. See the guardian angels nigh Wait to waft my soul on high ! See the golden gates displayed ! See the crown to grace my head ! See a flood -of sacred light, Which no more shall yield to night ! Transitory world, farewell ! Jesus calls, with Him to dwell ! With Thy heavenly presence blest, Death is life, and labor rest ; Welcome sleep or death to me, Still secure, for still with Thee ! Philip Doddridge. 1755 CCLXV Midnight MY God, now I from sleep awake, The sole possession of me take ; From midnight terrors me secure, And guard my heart from thoughts- impure ! 282 The Book of Praise Bless'd angels ! while we silent lie, You hallelujahs sing on high ; You joyful hymn the Ever-blest Before the Throne, and never rest. I with your choir celestial join In offering up a hymn divine ; With you in Heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farewell. My soul, when I shake off this dust, Lord, in Thy arms I will entrust : 0 make me Thy peculiar care ; Some mansion for my soul prepare ! Give me a place at Thy saints' feet, Or some fall'n angel's vacant seat ! 1 '11 strive to sing as loud as they, Who sit above in brighter day. O may I always ready stand With my lamp burning in my hand : May I in sight of Heaven rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice ! All praise to Thee in light arrayed, Who light Thy dwelling-place hast made ; A boundless ocean of bright beams From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams. The Sun in its meridian height Is very darkness in Thy sight ! My soul O lighten and inflame, With thought and love of Thy great Name ! Day and Night 283 Bless'd Jesu, Thou, on Heaven intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent ; But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired. My soul, how canst thou weary grow Of antedating bliss below, In sacred hymns, and heavenly love, Which will eternal be above ? Shine on me, Lord, new life impart ! Fresh ardors kindle in my heart ! One ray of Thy all-quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over Thine own sacrifice ! All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, And make my very dreams devout ! Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below ! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Bishop Thomas Ken. 1700 CCLXVI Midnight AWTAKE, my soul, awake to prayer ; Thy vigil of the night prepare : Now all around is dark and still, Angels defending us from ill. 284 The Book of Praise The time to sacred thought is dear, "When Thou alone, good Lord, art near ; Hushed is the world's external din, That we may hear Thy voice within. It seems to plead with gentle breath ; " Sad child of frailty, heir of death, Its rest thy wearied body knows ; O, let thy soul on Me repose ! " I came to suffer in thy stead ; I had not where to lay My head : Think on the love, that could provide Blessings for man, to God denied ! " Thus silent hours of darkness prove Remembrancers of Jesu's love ; While constancy in prayer we learn From each succeeding night's return. Day without night the Angels sing, Nor rest upon the drooping wing ; Teaching our souls betimes to ascend, Where hallelujahs never end. David awaked his harp and voice, . And all within him, to rejoice, God's love to praise at morning light, And tell of all His truth at night. Jacob in prayer nocturnal strove ; No stern repulse his prayer could move : In vain the Angel-man did say, "* Dismiss Me ; for 't is break of day ! " Day and N 285 See how, in galling fetters laid, At midnight Paul and Silas prayed ; Their gory wounds still smarting sore, And cold the prison's rugged floor. They sang the praises of the Lord ; So loud they sang, the prisoners heard : And yet they thought that death was nigh ; And clouds obscured their morning sky. How shall I then Thy praise decline, When health, and friends, and home are mine ? My dawn of day is clear and calm ; No foes oppress, no fears alarm. Are these Thy mercies. Lord, to me ? O, let me then Thy sen-ant be ! Submitting to Thy just control, And loving Thee with all my soul. So shall I find Thee strong to save, When my last bed shall be the gra The Grave shall own my Saviour's might, And darkness vanish at Thy sight ! Only my soul must now awake From sleep of sin, for Thy And then my body shall arise From sleep of death to yonder skies. 'T is there I hope Thy Face to see, The crown of all felicil 'T is there I hope that rest to gain, Which here I seek, but seek in vain. 286 The Book of Praise As endless ages roll along, Endless shall be my grateful song : And Heaven itself shall pass away, Before I cease my vows to pay. Glory to God, who Israel keeps, Who never slumbers, never sleeps ! Almighty Power no weakness knows ; Unwearied Love asks no repose. And now, my midnight musings o'er, Thy wonted mercies, Lord, restore : Let sleep again my eyelids fill, And Angels guard my soul from ill. Praise to the Father, and the Son, And th' Holy Ghost, Bless'd Three in One ! Praise to the Lord, our God, be given By all on earth, by all in heaven ! James Ford. 1856 II SEED-TIME AND HARVEST ETERNAL source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips^mploy, While in Thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. The flowery spring at Thy command Embalms the air and paints the land ; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. r Seed-time and Harvest 287 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores, And winters, softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear. Seasons and months and weeks and days Demand successive songs of praise ; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light and evening shade ! Oh ! may our more harmonious tongues In worlds unknown pursue the songs ; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more ! Philip Doddridge. 1755 FOUNTAIN of mercy ! God of love ! How rich Thy bounties are ! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim Thy constant care. When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain. The spring's sweet influence was Thine, The plants in beauty grew ; Thou gavest refulgent suns to shine, And mild refreshing dew. These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain ; A yellow harvest crowns Thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 288 The Book of Praise Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone Thou dost on man bestow ; Let him not then forget to own From whom his blessings flow ! Fountain of love ! our praise is Thine ; To Thee our songs we '11 raise, And all created Nature join In sweet harmonious praise ! Anne Flowerdew. ti LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, And Thou hast sworn to hear ; Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with Thee ; And, now that spring has on us smiled, We wait on Thy decree. The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear, and the golden grain, All Thine, are ours by prayer. Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene ! So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That Thee, in Thy new heaven and earth, We never may forego ! Seed -time a) id Harvest 289 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore ! Amen ! . John Keble. 1857 CCLXX PRAISE, O praise our God and King, Hymns of adoration sing, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise H"im that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise Him for our harvest-store ; He hath filled the garner-floor ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 19 290 The Book of Praise And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Glory to our bounteous King ! Glory let Creation sing ! Glory to the Father, Son, And blest Spirit, Three in One ! Sir Henry Bake *86i PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield ; For the vine's exalted juice, For the generous olive's use : Flocks that whiten all the plain ; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; Suns that temperate warmth diffuse : All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores : These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Seed-time and Harvest 291 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear ; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit ; Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store ; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall ; Should Thine altered hand restrain The early and the latter rain ; Blast each opening bud of joy, And the rising year destroy ; Yet to Thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise ; And, when every blessing 's flown, Love Thee for Thyself alone ! A una Lcetitia Barbanld. [1825] CCLXXII LORD of the harvest ! Thee we hail ; Thine ancient promise doth not fail ; The varying seasons haste their round, With goodness all our years are crowned ; Our thanks we pay This holy day ; O let our hearts in tune be found ! If Spring doth wake the song of mirth ; If Summer warms the fruitful earth ; When Winter sweeps the naked plain, Or Autumn yields its ripened grain ; 292 The Book of Praise Still do we sing To Thee, our King ; Through all their changes Thou dost reign. But chiefly when Thy liberal hand Scatters new plenty o'er the land, When sounds of music fill the air, As homeward all their treasures bear ; We too will raise Our hymn of praise, For we Thy common bounties share. Lord of the harvest ! all is Thine ! The rains that fall, the suns that shine, The seed once hidden in the ground, The skill that makes our fruits abound ! New, every year, Thy gifts appear ; New praises from our lips shall sound ! John Hampden Gurney. CCLXXIII LORD of the harvest ! once again We thank Thee for the ripened grain ; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year ; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed-time, and by harvest-tide. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green puts on ; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings : So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. Seed-time and Harvest 293 Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask A lesson from the reaper's task ; So shall Thine angels issue forth ; The tares be burnt ; the just of earth, Playthings of sun and storm no more, Be gathered to their Father's store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread ; But not alone our bodies feed ; Supply our fainting spirits' need ! O Bread of Life ! from day to day, Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay ! Joseph A us t ice. [1836] CCLXXIV 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 ! We ourselves are 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 : Grant, O harvest Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be ! For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home ! 294 The Book of Praise From His field shall purge away- All that doth offend, that day ; Give His Angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. Then, thou Church triumphant, come, Raise the song of Harvest- Home ! All are safely gathered in, Free from sorrow, free from sin ; There forever purified, In God's garner to abide : Come, ten thousand Angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest- Home ! Henry A I ford. 1845 III THE OLD AND NEW YEAR CCLXXV ANOTHER year hath fled ; renew, Lord, with our days Thy love ! Our days are evil here and few ; We look to live above : We will not grieve, though day by day We pass from earthly joys away ; Our joy abides in Thee ; Our joy abides in Thee ! Yet, when our sins we call to mind, We cannot fail to grieve ; The Old and New Year 295 But Thou art pitiful and kind, And wilt our prayer receive : O Jesu, evermore the same, Our hope we rest upon Thy Name ; Our hope abides in Thee ; Our hope abides in Thee ! For all the future, Lord, prepare Our souls with strength Divine ; Help us to cast on Thee our care, And on Thy servants shine : Life without Thee is dark and drear ; Death is not death if Thou art near ; Our life abides in Thee ; Our life abides in Thee ! A rthur Tozer R ussell. 1 85 1 CCLXXVI HARP, awake ! tell out the story Of our love and joy and praise ; Lute, awake ! awake our glory ! Join a thankful song to raise ! Join we, brethren faithful-hearted, Lift the solemn voice again O'er another year departed Of our threescore years and ten ! Lo ! a theme for deepest sadness, In ourselves with sin defiled ; Lo ! a theme for holiest gladness, In our Father reconciled ! In the dust we bend before Thee, Lord of sinless hosts above ; Yet in lowliest joy adore Thee, God of mercy, grace, and love ! r:. 5. -: /-' '. It: is ill. 71; E:it: ".:"— : :=s± - r_r. : ~i: —'r.tT. liti" ti ni tin! irt :7 l.:_\ 77 ~-. Z .-..:::'. ~- -z-\ \WAKL ye saints, and raist * A lit. ir.f 7 :: 7t 7n: = : trt'zi '.'."t 1 - ill 7t - :-; ::" :l~t :: ilt;. 71" ti ■ rl : it ti:r. It:. 11:17 lay. : 7: ::: ■ ulr.ir tvts ' Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ! Ye mortal powers, c. Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day ! _: ..:.: Z . ■_■".:"■•■.. :V:- :-; = \\ LE with ceaseless course the sun asted through the former year, have done with all below ; :de longer wait, But how litde, none can know. As the winged arrow flies >~ee :::'-y ::e :..:.rk :: T.v.i : As :..: V-.^'-'r.'w.^ :::::. ::- ?"-:ie? Darts, and leaves no trace behir. ; Bear us down life's rapid stream : lid, Lord ! our spirits raise ! All below is but a dream. Thanks for mercies past race Pardon of our sins re: Teach us, henceforth, how to live ith eternity Bless Thy word to young and old ; Fill us with a Saviour's 1: And, when life's short tale is told, -.— FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace, Faithful through another year, Hear our song of thankful: Father, and Redeemer, hear ! In our weakness and dist: -- Rock of strength ! be Thou our stay ! In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living way ! Who of us death's awful road In the coming year shall tread ? With Thy rod and staff, O God, Comfort Thou his dying head ! Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keeo us evermore Thine own ! Help, O help us to endure ! Fit us for the promised crown ! So within Thy palace gate We shall praise, on golden strings, Thee, the only Potentate, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! Henry Do^vnton. CCLXXX TO-MORROW, Lord, is Thine, Lodged in Thy sovereign hand, And, if its sun arise and shine, It shines by Thy command. The present moment flies, And bears our life away : IV vr . vis- ';;s G T'T' ":".■::". :~ - .."■' v :r— ~ : ''":.:::■::': us :iL±. :: Here, on die steps of 7; ' - re; e/.e : ;.:\ .1 : . Lc::: :: .:- :': : ;. .«■; .:.; - Lt:-..i '.:.:::. :';:e. e:. L: 300 The Book of Praise Assured, that, if to Thee he live, We gain in what we seem to give. Large and abundant blessings shed, Warm as these prayers, upon his head ! And on his soul the dews of grace, Fresh as these drops upon his face ! Make him and keep him Thine own child, Meek follower of the Undefiled ! Possessor here of grace and love ; Inheritor of Heaven above ! John S. B. Monsell. 1837 ORD ! may the inward grace abound -L^ Through Thine appointed outward sign ; A milder seal than Abraham found Of covenant blessings more Divine ; Which opens glory to our view Beyond the brightest hope he knew ! Type of the Spirit's living flow, In faith we pour the hallowed stream ; We sign the cross upon the brow, The solemn pledge of truth to Him Who shed for us His precious Blood To seal the covenant of God. Baptized into the Trinity, Adopted children of Thy grace, O help us, Lord, to live to Thee, A humble, pure, and faithful race ! Instruct us, sanctify, defend, And crown with heavenly life our end ! Edward Osier. 1836 Baptism and Childhood 301 CCLXXXIII IN token that thou shalt not fear Christ Crucified to own, We print the cross upon thee here, And stamp thee His alone. In token that thou shalt not blush To glory in His Name, We blazon here upon thy front His glory and His shame. In token that thou shalt not flinch Christ's quarrel to maintain, But 'neath his banner manfully Firm at thy post remain ; In token that thou too shalt tread The path He travelled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame, And sit thee down on high ; Thus, outwardly and visibly, We seal thee for His own : And may the brow that wears His cross Hereafter share His crown ! He7iry A Iford. 1845 CCLXXXIV SWEET baby, sleep ! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry ? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep. 302 The Book of Praise Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear ? What thing to thee can mischief do ? Thy God is now thy Father dear, His holy Spouse, thy mother too. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. Though thy conception was in sin, A sacred bathing thou hast had ; And though thy birth unclean hath been, A blameless babe thou now art made. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep. "While thus thy lullaby I sing, For thee great blessings ripening be ; Thine eldest brother is a king, And hath a kingdom bought for thee. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear ; For whosoever thee offends By thy protector threatened are, And God and angels are thy friends. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. When God with us was dwelling here, In little babes He took delight ; Such innocents as thou, my dear, Are ever precious in His sight. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. Baptism and Childhood 303 A little infant once was He ; And strength in weakness then was laid Upon His virgin mother's knee, That power to thee might be conveyed. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. In this thy frailty and thy need He friends and helpers doth prepare, Which thee shall cherish, clothe, and feed, For of thy weal they tender are. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. The King of kings, when He was born, Had not so much for outward ease ; By Him such dressings were not worn, Nor such -like swaddling-clothes as these. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. Within a manger lodged thy Lord, Where oxen lay, and asses fed : Warm rooms we do to thee afford, An easy cradle or a bed. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. The wants that He did then sustain Have purchased wealth, my babe, for thee ; And by His torments and His pain Thy rest and ease secured be. My baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. Thou hast, yet more, to perfect this, A promise and an earnest got 304 The Book of Praise Of gaining everlasting bliss, Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not ; Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep. George Wither. 1641 SLEEP well, my dear ; sleep safe and free ; The holy Angels are with thee, Who always see thy Father's face, And never slumber, nights nor days. Thou liest in down, soft every way ; Thy Saviour lay in straw and hay ; Thy cradle is far better drest Than the hard crib where He did rest. None dare disturb thy present ease ; He had a thousand enemies ; Thou liv'st in great security ; But He was punished, and for thee ! God make thy mother's health increase, To see thee grow in strength and grace, In wisdom and humility, As infant Jesus did for thee ! God fill thee with His heavenly light To steer thy Christian course aright ; Make thee a tree, of blessed root, That ever bends with godly fruit ! Sleep now, my dear, and take thy rest ; And if with riper years thou 'rt blest, Increase in wisdom, day and night, Till thou attain'st th' eternal Eight ! yohn Christian yacobi. 1722 From Martin Luther. Baptism and Childhood 305 CCLXXXVI OHOLY Lord, content to live In a poor home, a lowly child, And in subjection meek to give Obedience to Thy mother mild ; Lead every child that bears Thy Name To walk in Thy pure upright way, To dread the touch of sin and shame, And humbly, like Thyself, obey ! O let not this world's scorching glow Thy Spirit's quickening dew efface, Nor blast of sin too rudely blow, And quench the trembling flame of grace. Gather Thy lambs within Thine arm, And gently in Thy bosom bear ; Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm, And bid them rest forever there ! So shall they, waiting here below, Like Thee, their Lord, a little span, In wisdom and in stature grow, And favor botli with God and man. William IValsham How. [i860] CCLXXXVII SAVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share ; Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; There, we know, Thy word believing, Only there, secure from harm ! 20 306 The Book of Praise Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey ; Let Thy tenderness so loving Keep them all life's dangerous way : Then, within Thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place, Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace ! William A ugusttis Mzihlenberg. 1826 CCLXXXVIII LAMB of God, I look to Thee ; Thou shalt my example be ; Thou art gen tie, meek, and mild ; Thou wast once a little child. Fain I would be as Thou art ; Give me Thy obedient heart ! Thou art pitiful and kind ; Let me have Thy loving mind ! Meek and lowly may I be ; Thou art all humility ! Let me to my betters bow ; Subject to Thy parents Thou. Let me above all fulfil God my Heavenly Father's will ; Never His good Spirit grieve ; Only to His glory live ! Thou didst live to God alone ; Thou didst never seek Thine own ; Thou Thyself didst never please ; God was all Thy happiness. Baptism and Childhood 307 Loving Jesu, gentle Lamb, In Thy gracious hands I am ; Make me, Saviour, what Thou art ! Live Thyself within my heart ! I shall then show forth Thy praise ; Serve Thee all my happy days ; Then the world shall always see Christ, the Holy Child, in me. Charles Wesley. 1740 CCLXXXIX WHEN Jesus left His Father's throne, He chose an humble birth ; Like us, unhonored and unknown, He came to dwell on earth. Like Him, may we be found below Tn wisdom's paths of peace ; Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow, As years and strength increase. Jesus passed by the rich and great For men of low degree ; He sanctified our parents' state, For poor like them was He. Sweet were His words, and kind His look, When mothers round Him pressed ; Their infants in His arms He took, And on His bosom blessed. Safe from the world's alluring harms, Beneath His watchful eye, Thus in the circle of His arms May we forever lie ! 308 The Book of Praise When Jesus into Salem rode, The children sang around ; For joy they plucked the palms, and strowed Their garments on the ground. Hosanna our glad voices raise, Hosanna to our King ! Should we forget our Saviour's praise, The stones themselves would sing ! James Montgomery. 1825 ("** OD of mercy, throned on high, -J Listen from Thy lofty seat ; Hear, O hear our feeble cry, Guide, O guide our wandering feet ! Young and erring travellers, we All our dangers do not know ; Scarcely fear the stormy sea, Hardly feel the tempest blow. Jesus, lover of the young, Cleanse us with Thy Blood divine ! Ere the tide of sin grow strong, Save us, keep us, make us Thine ! When perplexed in danger's snare, Thou alone our guide canst be ; When oppressed with woe and care, Whom have we to trust but Thee ? Let us ever hear Thy voice, Ask Thy counsel every day ; Saints and angels will rejoice, If we walk in wisdom's way. Baptism and Childhood 309 Saviour, give us faith, and pour Hope and love on every soul ! Hope, till time shall be no more ! Love, while endless ages roll ! A uon. [1841] CCXCI SHEPHERD of Israel, from above Thy feeble flock behold ; And let us never lose Thy love, Nor wander from Thy fold. Thou wilt not cast Thy lambs away ; Thy hand is ever near, To guide them lest they go astray, And keep them safe from fear. Thy tender care supports the weak, And will not let them fall ; Then teach us, Lord, Thy praise to speak, And on Thy Name to call ! We want Thy help, for we are frail ; Thy light, for we are blind ; Let grace o'er all our doubts prevail, To prove that Thou art kind. Teach us the things we ought to know ; And may we find them true ; And still, in stature as we grow, Increase in wisdom too. Guide us through life ; and when at last We enter into rest, Thy tender arms around us cast, And fold us to Thy breast ! William Hilcy BatJnirst. /831 310 The Book of Praise V HOLY COMMUNION WITH all the powers my poor soul hath Of humble love, and loyal faith, I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee, Whom too much love bowed low for me. Down, busy sense ; discourses die ; And all adore faith's mysteiy ! Faith is my skill, faith can believe As fast as love new laws shall give. Faith is my eye, faith strength affords To keep pace with those gracious words ; And words more sure, more sweet than they, •Love could not think, Truth could not say. O dear memorial of that Death Which still survives, and gives us breath ! Live ever, Bread of Life, and be My food, my joy, my all to me ! Come, glorious Lord ! my hopes increase, And mix my portion with Thy peace ! Come, and forever dwell in me That I may only live to Thee ! Come, hidden life, and that long day For which I languish, come away ! When this dry soul those eyes shall see, And drink the unsealed Source of Thee ; Holy Communion 311 When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase, And for Thy vail, give me Thy face ; Then shall my praise eternal be To the Eternal Trinity ! Variation from Richnrd Cras/taiu. 1646 By John A 7isti?t. 1668 and Theofthilus Dorrington. 1686 IN memory of the Saviour's love, We keep the sacred feast, Where every humble contrite heart Is made a welcome guest. By faith we take the Bread of Life, With which our souls are fed ; And Cup, in token of His Blood That was for sinners shed. Under His banner thus we sing The wonders of His love, And thus anticipate by faith The heavenly feast above. Thomas Cotter ill. 18 19 A Itered by R icha rd \ I 'h it! it igk xm. 1835 CCXCIV OGOD, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel ; And thus, inspired with holy fear, Before Thine altar kneel. Here may Thy faithful people know The blessings of Thy love ; The streams that through the desert flow ; The manna from above. 312 The Book of Praise We come, obedient to Thy word, To feast on heavenly food ; Our meat, the Body of the Lord ; Our drink, His precious Blood. Thus may we all Thy words obey ; For we, O God, are Thine ; And go rejoicing on our way, Renewed with strength Divine ! Edward Osier. 1836 CCXCV LORD, when before Thy throne we meet, Thy goodness to adore, From Heaven, th' eternal mercy-seat, On us Thy blessing pour, And make our inmost souls to be An habitation meet for Thee ! The Body for our ransom given ; The Blood in mercy shed ; With this immortal food from Heaven, Lord ! let our souls be fed ! And, as we round Thy table kneel, Help us Thy quickening grace to feel ! Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh ! Accept the humble prayer, The contrite soul's repentant sigh, The sinner's heartfelt tear ! And let our adoration rise, As fragrant incense, to the skies ! Anon. [1853I Holy Communion 313 jfesut dnlcedo cordium JESUS, thou Joy of loving hearts ! Thou Fount of Life ! Thou Light of men ! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again. 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 ! 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 ! Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 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 ! A iwn. [i860] From St. Bernard CCXCVII THEY talked of Jesus, as they went ; And Jesus, all unknown, Did at their side Himself present With sweetness all His own. 314 The Book of Praise Swift, as He oped the sacred word, His glory they discerned ; And swift, as His dear voice they heard, Their hearts within them burned. He would have left them, but that they With prayers His love assailed : "Depart not yet ! a little stay ! " They pressed Him, and prevailed. And Jesus was revealed, as there He blessed and brake the bread : But, while they marked His heavenly air, The matchless Guest had fled. And thus at times, as Christians talk Of Jesus and His word, He joins two friends amidst their walk, And makes, unseen, a third. And oh ! how sweet their converse flows, Their holy theme how clear, How warm with love each bosom glows, If Jesus be but near ! And they that woo His visits sweet, And will not let Him go, Oft, while His broken bread they eat, His soul-felt presence know : His gathered friends He loves to meet And fill with joy their faith, When they with melting hearts repeat The memory of His death. But such sweet visits here are brief; Dispensed from stage to stage, (A cheering and a prized relief,) Of faith's hard pilgrimage. Holy Communion 315 There is a scene where Jesus ne'er, Ne'er leaves His happy guests ; He spreads a ceaseless banquet there, And love still fires their breasts. Thomas Griiijield. 1836 JESUS, when near th' expected hour That Hell to grieve Him should have power. As on His cross He kept His view, Into an upper room withdrew, With all His votaries there to meet And celebrate the Paschal treat. Then He Himself for death disposed ; Of dying well the art disclosed ; He washed with condescension sweet And wiped His happy lovers' feet, That from pollution cleansed they might Approach the Eucharistic rite. The Eucharist He then ordained ; With food immortal them sustained ; Then sang an hymn, the feast to close, And sweeten His approaching woes, Scattering truths heavenly, high, and sweet, As to the Mount He made retreat. While death was lively in His thought, He heavenly truths with vigor taught, How to be loved of God, and love ; Promised sweet peace and joys above, And the blessed Spirit's constant aid ; And for them all with fervor prayed. 316 The Book of Praise He spent His preparation hours To warn of dangers and hell-powers ; Their hearts to counsel, strengthen, cheer, To arm against degenerate fear ; Pure love fraternal to instil, And form them to His Father's will. My soul ! O copy every line Of this original divine ! On Jesus' votaries you must tend ; To wash their feet must condescend ; You pleasure for sweet Jesus' sake In humble charities must take. With zeal wash your own spirit clean From all concupiscence terrene ; When washed in penitential dew, Then your baptismal vow renew ; What Peter wished for, wash all o'er, And take great care to sin no more. Washed in heart-purifying tear You must at Jesus' feast appear, With food immortal to be fed, That you nor Hell nor Death may dread ; Then sing an hymn of the like strain With that above of the Lamb slain. God's love to all with zeal suggest ; And from the flame in your own breast Fire other hearts, that they the Name Of Jesus' friends may humbly claim ; From God's love, love fraternal fire, In which all Jesus' friends conspire. Holy Matrimony 317 Your foes both pray for, and forgive ; And, when you ceasing are to live, Strong cries to Love Paternal send ; Into Love's hands your soul commend ; In Love's soft hands to bliss you '11 fly, Taught by loved Jesus how to die. Bishop Thomas Ken. [1721] VI HOL Y MA TRIMONY CCXCIX THE voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding-day, The primal marriage blessing, It hath not passed away. Still in the pure espousal Of Christian man and maid, The Holy Three are with us, The threefold grace is said : For dower of blessed children, For love and faith's sweet sake, For high mysterious union Which naught on earth may break ! Be present, awful Father, To give away this Bride, As Eve thou gav'st to Adam Out of his own pierced side ! Be present, Son of Mary, To join their loving hands, 3i3 The Book of Praise As Thou didst bind two natures In Thine eternal bands ! Be present, Holiest Spirit, To bless them as they kneel ; As Thou, for Christ the Bridegroom, The heavenly Spouse doth seal ! O spread Thy pure wing o'er them ! Let no ill Power find place, When onward to Thine altar The hallowed path they trace, To cast their crowns before Thee In perfect sacrifice, Till to the home of gladness With Christ's own Bride they rise ! John Keble. 1857 VII THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD ccc THOU God of Love ! beneath thy sheltering wingr We leave our holy dead, To rest in hope ! From this world's sufferings Their souls have fled ! Oh ! when our souls are burdened with the weight Of life, and all its woes, Let us remember them, and calmly wait For our life's close ! Miss 7. E. Browne. 1849 The Burial of the Dead 319 CCCI Nunc suscipe, terra, fovcndtnn RECEIVE him, Earth, unto thine harboring shrine ; In thy soft tranquil bosom let him rest ; These limbs of man I to thy care consign, And trust the noble fragments to thy breast. This house was once the mansion of a soul Brought into life by its Creator's breath ; Wisdom did once this living mass control ; And Christ was there enshrined, who conquers death. Cover this Body to thy care consigned ; Its Maker shall not leave it in the grave ; But His own lineaments shall bear in mind, And shall recall the image which He gave. Isaac Williams. 1838 {From Prudentiiis. ) CCCII THERE is a calm for those who weep ; A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And, while the mouldering ashes sleep, Low in the ground, The Soul, of origin Divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A Star of Day. The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The Soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die ! James Montgomery. 1804 The Book of Praise CCCIII MUST friends and kindred droop and die, And helpers be withdrawn, While sorrow, with a weeping eye, Counts up our comforts gone ? Be Thou our comfort, mighty God ! Our Helper and our Friend ! Nor leave us, in this dangerous road, Till allfour trials end ! O may our feet pursue the way Our pious fathers led ; With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead ! Let us be weaned from all below ; Let hope our grief expel ; While death invites our souls to go Where our best kindred dwell. Isaac Watts. 1709 CCCIV NOW let our mourning hearts revive, And all our tears be dry ; Why should those eyes be drowned in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh ? What though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade ? What though the prophet and the priest Be numbered with the dead ? Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young ; The Burial of the Dead 321 The watchful eye in darkness closed, And mute th' instructive tongue : Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives, New comfort to impart ; His eye still guides us, and His voice Still animates our heart. Lo, I am with you ! saith the Lord ; My Church shall safe abide ; For I will ne'er forsake My own, Whose souls in Me confide. Through every scene, of life and death, This promise is our trust ; And this shall be our children's song When we are cold in dust. Philip Doddridge. 1755 cccv THOU art gone to the grave : but we will not de- plore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb : The Saviour hath passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave : we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died ! Thou art gone to the grave : and, its mansion forsaking, Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ; 21 322 The Book of Praise But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the Sera- phim's song ! 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 ! Bishoj> Reg inald Heber. 1827 CCCVI BROTHER, thou art gone before us ; and thy saintly soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow is unknown ; From the burden of the flesh, and from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. The toilsome way thou 'st travelled o'er, and borne the heavy load ; But Christ hath taught thy languid feet to reach His blest abode : Thou 'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus upon his father's breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Sin can never taint thee now, nor doubt thy faith assail, Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit fail: Chicrch Dedication 323 And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good, whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest Earth to earth, and dust to dust, the solemn priest hath said ; So we lay the turf above thee now, and we seal thy narrow bed ; But thy spirit, brother, soars away among the faithful blest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. And when the Lord shall summon us, whom thou hast left behind, May we, untainted by the world, as sure a welcome find ! May each, like thee, depart in peace, to be a glorious guest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest ! Henry Hart Milman. 1822 VIII CHURCH DEDICATION CCCVII 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 ! Let the living here be fed With Thy Word, the heavenly bread ; 324 The Book of Praise Here, in hope of glory blest, May the dead be laid to rest ! Here to Thee a temple stand While the sea shall gird the land ! Here reveal Thy mercy sure, While the sun and moon endure ! Hallelujah ! earth and sky To the joyful sound reply ! Hallelujah ! hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end ! James Mo?itgomery. 1825 Angular e Fundamentum 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. Church Dedication 325 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 ! Here may we gain from Heaven The grace which we implore ; And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore, Until that day When all the blest To endless rest Are called away ! John Chandler. 1837 CCCIX THE lovely form of God's own Church, It riseth in all lands ; On mountain-sides, in wooded vales, And by the desert sands. There is it, with its solemn aisles, A heavenly, holy thing ; And round its walls lie Christian dead, Blessedly slumbering. Though sects and factions rend the world, Peace is its heritage ; Unchanged, though empires by it pass, The same from age to age. 326 The Book of Praise The hallowed form our fathers built, That hallowed form build we ; Let not one stone from its own place Removed ever be ! Scoff as thou passest, if thou wilt, Thou man that hast no faith ; Thou, that no sorrows hast in life, Nor blessedness in death : But we will build, for all thou scoff, And cry, * ' What waste is this ! " The Lord our God hath given us all, And all is therefore His. Clear voices from above sound out Their blessing on the pile ; The dead beneath support our hands, And succor us the while. Yea, when we climb the rising walls, Is peace and comfort given ! Because the work is not of earth, But hath its end in Heaven ! Henry A I ford. 1845 IX THE LORD'S DAY WELCOME, sweet day, of days the best, The time of holy mirth and rest, When to God's house the saints repair To hear His word and see His face, To learn His will and sing His grace, And vent their hearts in praise and prayer. The Lord's Day 327 This is employment all Divine ; My soul, the blest assembly join, And from the world this day retire : Go, bow before thy Maker's throne, Thy risen Saviour's glories own, And feed thy love, and fan the fire. Forget the trifles here below, The shining heap, the gaudy show, All sensual mirth, and worldly cares ; On wings of strong devotion rise, Pass every cloud, pass all the skies, And leave beneath Thy feet the stars. To God direct thy steady flight, Great Fund of bliss and Source of light ; There fix, and there delight thine eyes : View every shining wonder o'er, And with transported heart adore, And feast on fruits of paradise. This day was by our Lord ordained, That thus His servants might be trained For heavenly work, and heavenly joy : My soul, be this thy day of rest, And thus prepare thee to be blest, Thus all thy holy hours employ ! Simon Brcnune. 1720 CCCXI ODAY most calm, most bright ! The fruit of this, the next world's bud ; The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way. 328 The Book of Praise The other days and thou Make up one man ; whose face thou art, Knocking at Heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; The burden of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoop and bow, Till thy release appear. Man had straight forward gone To endless death ; but thou dost pull And turn us round to look on One, Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still, Since there is no place so alone, The which He doth not fill ! Sundays the pillars are On which Heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities : They are the fruitful beds and borders Of God's rich garden ; that is bare, Which parts their ranks and orders. The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King : On Sunday Heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope. This day my Saviour rose, And did enclose this light for His ; That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss : The LonVs Day 329 Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there, for those Who want herbs for their wound. The rest of our Creation Our great Redeemer did remove With the same shake, which at His passion Did th' earth, and all things with it, move : As Samson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nailed, wrought our salvation, And did unhinge that day. The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence ; Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at His expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. George Herbert. 1632 CCCXII MY Lord, my love, was crucified, He all the pains did bear ; But in the sweetness of His rest He makes His servants share. How sweetly rest Thy saints above Which in Thy bosom lie ! The Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity. Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, Mak'st them a weekly feast ; Thy flocks meet in their several folds Upon this day of rest : 330 The Book of Praise Welcome and dear unto my soul Are these sweet feasts of love : But what a sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above ! I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, Which binds us to be free ; Which makes us leave our earthly snares, That we may come to Thee ! I come, I wait, I hear, I pray ! Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ! I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviour's face ! John Mason. 1683 CCCXIII OTIME of tranquil joy and holy feeling ! When over earth God's Spirit from above Spreads out His wings of love ! When sacred thoughts, like angels, come appealing To our tent doors ; O eve, to earth and heaven The sweetest of the seven ! How peaceful are thy skies ! thy air is clearer, As on the advent of a gracious time : The sweetness of its prime Blesseth the world, and Eden's days seem nearer : I hear, in each faint stirring of the breeze, God's voice among the trees. () while thy hallowed moments are distilling Their fresher influence on my heart like dews, The chamber where I muse Turns to a temple ! He, whose converse thrilling Honored Emmaiis, that old eventide, Comes sudden to my side. The Lord's Day 331 'T is light at evening time when Thou art present ; Thy coming to the eleven in that dim room Brightened, O Christ ! its gloom : So bless my lonely hour that memories pleasant Around the time a heavenly gleam may cast, Which many days shall last ! Raise each low aim, refine each high emotion, That with more ardent footstep I may press Toward Thy holiness ; And, braced for sacred duty by devotion, Support my cross along that rugged road Which Thou hast sometime trod ! I long to see Thee, for my heart is weaiy : O when, my Lord ! in kindness wilt Thou come To call Thy banished home ? The scenes are cheerless, and the days are dreary ; From sorrow and from sin I would be free, And evermore with Thee ! Even now I see the golden city shining Up the blue depths of that transparent air : How happy all is there ! There breaks a day which never knows declining ; A Sabbath, through whose circling hours the blest Beneath Thy shadow rest ! James D. Burns. 1854 CCCXIV Psalm XCII SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing, To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. The ;/jv Sweet is the day of sacred res! ; Nom - - reast ; my heart in nine be found. Like* David's harp of solemn sound ! 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 ! Fools never raise their thoughts so high, live, like brutes they die ; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath :hem in everlasting death. Bat 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. Sin. my worst enemy before, Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; My inward foes shall all be slain, N Satan ' reak my peace again. Then shall I see and hear and know All I desired or wished be. every power find sweet emp. . In that eternal world of joy ! Isaac Watts. 17 19 CCCXY PSALM LXXXI SIXG to the Lord, our might, With holy fervor sing ; Let hearts and instruments unite To praise our Heavenly King. 77w Lord's Day 333 This is His holy house, And this His festal day, When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay. The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given ; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to Heaven. We still, like them of old, Are in the wilderness ; And God is still as near His fold, To pity and to bless. Then let us open wide Our hearts for Him to fill ; And He, that Israel then supplied, Will help His Israel still. Henry Francis Lyte. 1834 - 1841 CCCXVI THE day of rest once more comes round, A day to all believers dear ; The silver trumpets seem to sound, That call the tribes of Israel near j Ye people all, Obey the call, And in Jehovah's courts appear. Obedient to Thy summons, Lord, We to Thy sanctuary come ; Thy gracious presence here afford, And send Thy people joyful home ; 334 The Book of Praise Of Thee our King O may we sing, And none with such a theme be dumb ! O hasten, Lord, the day when those, Who know Thee here, shall see Thy face ; When suffering shall forever close, And they shall reach their destined place ; Then shall they rest Supremely blest, Eternal debtors to Thy grace ! Thomas Kelly. 1806 CCCXVII HAIL, thou bright and sacred morn, Risen with gladness in thy beams ! Light, which not of earth is born, From thy dawn in glory streams : Airs of Heaven are breathed around And each place is holy ground. Sad and weary were our way, Fainting oft beneath our load, But for thee, thou blessed day, Resting-place on life's rough road ! Here flow forth the streams of grace, Strengthened hence we run our race. Great Creator ! who this day From Thy perfect work didst rest ; By the souls that own Thy sway Hallowed be its hours and blest ; Cares of earth aside be thrown, This day given to Heaven alone ! The Lord^s Day 335 Saviour ! who this day didst break The dark prison of the tomb ; Bkl my slumbering soul awake, Shine through all its sin and gloom : Let me, from my bonds set free, Rise from sin, and live to Thee ! Blessed Spirit ! Comforter ! Sent this day from Christ on high ; Lord, on me Thy gifts confer, Cleanse, illumine, sanctify ! All Thine influence shed abroad, Lead me to the truth of God ! Soon, too soon, the sweet repose Of this day of God will cease ; Soon this glimpse of Heaven will close, Vanish soon the hours of peace ; Soon return the toil, the strife, All the weariness of life. But the rest which yet remains For Thy people, Lord, above, Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains, Endless as their Saviour's love : O may every Sabbath here Bring us to that rest more near ! Julia A njie Elliott. 1833 LORD of the Sabbath ! hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house ; And own as grateful sacrifice The songs which from the desert rise. 336 The Book of Praise Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there 's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. No more fatigue, no more distress ; Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 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 ! Philip Doddridge. 1 CCCXIX TO Thy temple I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there ; When within the veil I meet Christ before the mercy-seat. Thou, through Him, art reconciled ; I, through Him, became Thy child ; Abba, Father ! give me grace In Thy courts to seek Thy face ! While Thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord my Righteousness ! The Lord's Day 337 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love ! to mine attend ! Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads ; Hear, for Jesus intercedes ! While I hearken to Thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe ; Till Thy Gospel bring to me Life and immortality : While Thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in Thy Name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear Thee speaking from the sky !- 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 ! James Montgomery. 1825 ERE another Sabbath's close, Ere again we seek repose, Lord ! our song ascends to Thee ; At Thy feet we bow the knee. 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 ! 22 338 The Book of Praise 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 ! Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above ; While their steps Thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end ! A non. [1841] OF Thy love some gracious token Grant us, Lord, before we go ; Bless Thy word which has been spoken ; Life and peace on all bestow ! When we join the world again, Let our hearts with Thee remain : O direct us And protect us, Till we gain the heavenly shore, Where Thy people want no more ! T/iomas Kelly. PART IV SONGS OF THE HEART ^P PART FOURTH THE CALL 'Rise; He calleth thee." — (Mark x. 49.) CCCXXII CHILD of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay, Wait not for to-morrow, Yield thee to-day ! Heaven bids thee come While yet there 's room : Child of sin and sorrow, Hear, and obey ! Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die ? Come, while thou canst borrow Help from on high ! Grieve not that love Which from above, Child of sin and sorrow, Would bring thee nigh ! Thomas Hastings. [1842] 342 The Book of Praise CCCXXIII POOR child of sin and woe, Now listen to thy Father's pleading voice ; No longer need'st thou go Without a friend to bid thy heart rejoice. I know thou canst not rest Until thou art from guilt and sorrow free ; Earth cannot make thee blest ; Come, bring thy suffering, bleeding heart to Me. How often, in the hour Of weariness, would I have succored thee ! But thou didst spurn the power, And scorn the heart that loved so tenderly. Oh, what on earth appears To comfort thy distress and heal thy grief, To dry thy bitter tears, And offer thy poor sinking soul relief? Thy life of sin has been A toilsome path, without one cheering ray ; Now on thy Father lean, And He will guide thee in a better way. Come, leave the desert land, And all the husks on which thy soul has fed ; And trust the faithful Hand That offers thee a feast of living Bread. O sinner ! 't is the voice Of One, who long has loved and pitied thee ! He would thy heart rejoice, And set thee from all sin and suffering free. The Call 343 Oh, canst thou turn away ? It is thy Father that invites thee near ! Nay, sinner ! weep and pray ! And Heaven shall hail the penitential tear ! Eliza Faruiy Morris. 1858 RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home ; Thy Father calls for thee : No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery : Return, return ! Return, O wanderer, to thy home ; 'T is Jesus calls for thee : The Spirit and the Bride say, Come : O now for refuge flee ; Return, return ! Return, O wanderer, to thy home ; 'T is madness to delay ; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day : Return, return ! Thomas Hastings. [1842] cccxxv HASTE, traveller, haste ! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone ; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art far from home and rest ; Haste, traveller, haste ! 3 14 The Book of Praise O far from home thy footsteps stray ; Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way ; And Christ the Light, thy setting Sun, Sinks ere thy morning is begun ; Haste, traveller, haste ! Awake, awake ! pursue thy way With steady course, while yet 't is day ; While thou art sleeping on the ground, Danger and darkness gather round ; Haste, traveller, haste ! The rising tempest sweeps the sky ; The rains descend, the winds are high ; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near ; Haste, traveller, haste ! O yes ! a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and rain, A hiding-place, a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come ; Haste, traveller, haste ! Then linger not in all the plain, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain ; Look not behind, make no delay, O speed thee, speed thee on thy way ; Haste, traveller, haste ! Poor, lost, benighted soul ! art thou Willing to find salvation now? There yet is hope ; hear mercy's call ; Truth ! Life ! Light ! Way ! in Christ is all ! Haste to Him, haste ! William Bengo Collyer. [1829] The Call CCCXXVI 345 JUST as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy or inward grace, Or meetness for the heavenly place, O guilty sinner, come ! Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest ? Trust not the world, it gives no rest ; Christ brings relief to hearts opprest ; O weaiy sinner, come ! Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; Count all thy gains but worthless dross ; I lis grace o'erpays all earthly loss ; O needy sinner, come ! Come hither ! bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears ; *T is Mercy's voice salutes thine ears ; O trembling sinner, come ! Russell S. Cook. 1850 Rev. xxii. 17 SWEET is the Spirit's strain ; Breathed by soft pleadings inly heard, By all the heart's deep fountains stirred, By conscience, and the written Word ; Come, wanderers, home again ! The Bride repeats the call ; By high thanksgiving, lowly prayer, By days of rest, and fostering care, By holy rites, that all may share ; She whispers, Come ! to all. 346 The Book of Praise Let him who hears say, Come ! If thou hast been sin's wretched slave ; If thou art risen from that grave ; Thy sleeping brethren seek to save, And call the wanderers home. And let all come, who thirst ! Freely for every child of woe The streams of living waters flow ; And whosoever will may go Where healing fountains burst. There drink and be at rest ; On Him who died for thee believe ; The Spirit's quickening grace receive ; No more the God who seeks thee grieve ; Be holy, and be blest ! Joseph A nstice. [1836] CCCXXVIII WITH tearful eyes I look around ; Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper, Come to Me ! It tells me of a place of rest ; It tells me where my soul may flee : Oh ! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding, Come to Me ! When the poor heart with anguish learns That earthly props resigned must be, And from each broken cistern turns, It hears the accents, Come to Me ! The Call 347 When against sin I strive in vain, And cannot from its yoke get free, Sinking beneath the heavy chain, The words arrest me, Come to Me ! When nature shudders, loth to part From all I love, enjoy, and see ; When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, Come to Me ! Come, for all else must fail and die ; Earth is no resting-place for thee ; Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; I am thy Portion ; Come to Me ! O voice of mercy, voice of love ! In conflict, grief, and agony, Support me, cheer me from above, And gently whisper, Come to Me ! Charlotte Elliott. 1834 COME, take my yoke, the Saviour said, To follow Me be not afraid ; For I in heart am lowly, meek, And offer you the rest you seek. The yoke of Pleasure may allure, And promise bliss that will endure ; But when it has thy youth despoiled, 'T will cast thee off as garment soiled. Take not on thee the yoke of wealth ; 'T will eat thy soul, destroy thy health, 348 The Book of Praise And make thee feel how cheap the cost, If worlds could buy the peace it lost. Ambition, too, its yoke displays, And hangs out its perennial bays ; Be not, poor soul, by it misled ; I offer thee a crown instead. Then take my yoke, 't is soft and light, 'T will ne'er disturb thy rest at night, But guide thee to that world above Where no restraint is known but love. Robert Smith. 1862 cccxxx BEHOLD ! a Stranger 's at the door ! He gently knocks, has knocked before, Has waited long, is waiting still ; You treat no other friend so ill. But will He prove a Friend indeed ? He will ! the very Friend you need ! The Man of Nazareth, 't is He, With garments dyed at Calvary. O lovely attitude ! He stands With melting heart, and laden hands ! O matchless kindness ! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. Rise, touched with gratitude Divine ; Turn out His enemy and thine, That hateful, hell-born monster, Sin ; And let the Heavenly Stranger in. The Call 349 If thou art poor, (and poor thou art,) Lo ! He has riches to impart ; Not wealth, in which mean avarice rolls ; O better far ! the wealth of souls ! Thou 'rt blind ; He '11 take the scales away, And let in everlasting day : Naked thou art ; but He shall dress Thy blushing soul in Righteousness. Art thou a weeper ? Grief shall fly ; For who can weep with Jesus by ? No terror shall thy hopes annoy ; No tear, except the tear of joy. Admit Him, for the human breast Ne'er entertained so kind a Guest : Admit Him, for you can't expel ; Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell. Admit Him, ere His anger burn ; His feet, departed, ne'er return ! Admit Him ; or the hour 's at hand When at His door denied you '11 stand. Yet know, (nor of the terms complain,) If Jesus comes, He comes to reign ; To reign, and with no partial sway ; Thoughts must be slain, that disobey ! Sovereign of souls ! Thou Prince of Peace ! O may Thy gentle reign increase ! Throw wide the door, each willing mind ! And be His empire all mankind ! Joseph Grzgg: 1765 350 The Book of Praise 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 footstep there ! The chains hung broken from his arm, Such strength can hell supply ; And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm, Flashed from his hollow eye. He met that glance, so thrilling sweet ; He heard those accents mild ; And, melting at Messiah's feet, Wept like a weaned child. Oh ! madder than the raving man ! Oh ! deafer than the sea ! How long the time since Christ began To call in vain on me ! He called me when my thoughtless prime Was early ripe to ill ; I passed from folly on to crime ; And yet He called me still. He called me in the time of dread, When death was full in view ; I trembled on my feverish bed, And rose to sin anew. The Call 351 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. O Thou ! that every thought canst know, And answer every prayer, Oh ! give me sickness, want, or woe ; But snatch me from despair ! My struggling will by grace control ! Renew my broken vow ! What blessed light breaks on my soul ? My God ! I hear Thee now ! Bishop R egiiiald Heber. 1827 11 Was die vor tausend yahren. " A THOUSAND years have fleeted And, Saviour ! still we see Thy deed of love repeated On all who come to Thee. As he who sat benighted, Afflicted, poor, and blind ; So now, (Thy word is plighted,) Joy, light, and peace I find. Dark gloom my spirit filling, Beside the way I sat ; Desire my heart was thrilling ; But anguish more than that To me no ray was granted, Although I heard the psalms The faithful sweetly chanted, And felt the waving palms. 352 The Book of Praise With grief my heart was aching ; O'erwhelming were my woes, Till, heaven-born courage taking, To Thee my cry arose : "O David's Son, relieve me, My bitter anguish quell ; Thy promised succor give me, And this dark night dispel ! " With tears that fast were flowing, I sought Thee through the crowd, My heart more tender growing, Until I wept aloud : Oh ! then my grief diminished ; For then they cried to me, " Blind man, thy woe is finished ; Arise, He calleth thee ! " I came with steps that faltered ; Thy course I felt Thee check ; Then straight my mind was altered, And bowed my stubborn neck : Thou saidst, " What art thou seeking ? " " O Lord ! that I might see ! " Oh ! then I heard Thee speaking : " Believe, and it shall be/' Our hope, Lord, faileth never, When Thou Thy word dost plight : My fears then ceased forever, And all my soul was light. Thou gavest me Thy blessing ; From former guilt set free, Now heavenly joy possessing, O Lord ! I follow Thee ! Frances Elizabeth Cox. 1841 From Frederic de la Motte Fouque. 184O The Call 353 CCCXXXIII 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, 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, * * 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." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that light of life I '11 walk Till travelling days are done. Horatuis Bonar. 1856 CCCXXXIV IN evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career : 23 354 The Book of Praise I saw One hanging on a Tree, In agonies and blood, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His Cross I stood. 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 : 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. Alas ! I knew not what I did ! But now my tears are vain : Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? For I the Lord have slain ! A second look He gave, which said, " I freely all forgive ; This Blood is for thy ransom paid ; I die, that thou may'st live." Thus, while His death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now is filled, That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by Him I killed. John Newton. 1779 The Answer 355 II THE ANSWER " I will arise, and go to my Father." — (Luke xv. 18 cccxxxv AND have I measured half my days, And half my journey run, Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, Nor yet my work begun ? The morning of my life is past, The noon is almost o'er ; The night of death approaches fast, When I can work no more. Darkness He makes His secret place, Thick clouds surround His Throne ; Nor can I yet behold His face, Or find the God Unknown. A God that hides Himself He is, Far off from mortal sight ; An inaccessible Abyss Of uncreated Light. Far off He is, yet always near ; He fills both earth and Heaven, But doth not to my soul appear, My soul from Eden driven. 356 The Book of Praise O'er earth a banished man I rove, But cannot feel Him nigh : Where is the pardoning God of Love, Who stooped for me to die ? I sought Him in the secret cell With unavailing care : Long did I in the desert dwell, Nor could I find Him there. Still every means in vain I try ; I seek Him far and near ; Where'er I come, constrained to cry, "My Saviour is not here." God is in this, in every place : Yet oh ! how dark and void To me ! 't is one great wilderness, This earth without my God ! Empty of Him, who all things fills, Till He His light impart, Till He His glorious Self reveals, The veil is on my heart. O Thou, who seest and know'st my grief, Thyself Unseen, Unknown ! Pity my helpless unbelief, And take away the stone ! Regard me with a gracious eye ; The long-sought blessing give ; And bid me, at the point to die, Behold Thy face, and live ! The Answer 357 A darker soul did never yet Thy promised help implore : O that I now my Lord might meet, And never lose Him more ! Charles Wesley. 1749 CCCXXXVI OTHOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh, Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye ; See, low before Thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn ; Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face ? Hast Thou not said, Return ? And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from Thy feet ? Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat ! Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way ! O shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine ! And let Thy healing voice impart A taste of joys Divine ! Thy presence only can bestow Delights which never cloy : Be this my solace here below, And my eternal joy ! Anne Steele. 1760 358 The Book of Praise CCCXXXVII WHEN shall Thy love constrain And force me to Thy breast ? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest ? Ah ! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro ? Thou hast the words of endless life ; Ah ! whither should I go ? Thy condescending grace To me did freely move ; It calls me still to seek Thy face, And stoops to ask my love. Lord ! at Thy feet I fall ; I groan to be set free ; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for Thee. Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my life resign : Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever Thine ! Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove : Settle, and fix my wavering soul With all Thy weight of love ! My one desire be this, Thy only love to know, To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below. The Answer 359 My Life, my Portion Thou, Thou all-sufficient art ; My Hope, my heavenly Treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart ! Charles Wesley. 1740 CCCXXXVIII MY spirit longeth for Thee Within my troubled breast, Although I be unworthy Of so Divine a Guest. Of so Divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from Thee. Unless it come from Thee, In vain I look around ; In all that I can see No 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 ! John Byrom. 1773 CCCXXXIX WEARY of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod ; For Him, not without hope, I mourn : I have an Advocate above, A friend before the Throne of Love. 360 The Book of Praise O Jesu, full of pardoning grace, More full of grace than I of sin ; Yet once again I seek Thy face, Open Thine arms and take me in, And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still ! Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore ; O, for Thy Truth and Mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more ! The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart an house of prayer ! The stone to flesh again convert, The veil of sin once more remove ; Drop Thy warm Blood upon my heart, And melt it with Thy dying love : This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new ! Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now ; Fill all my soul with filial fears, To Thy sweet yoke my spirit bow ; Bend by Thy grace, O, bend, or break The iron sinew in my neck ! Ah ! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of sin ; A godly fear of sin impart, Implant, and root it deep within ; That I may dread Thy gracious power, And never dare offend Thee more ! Charles Wesley. 1749 The Answer 361 CCCXL HEAR, gracious God ! a sinner's ciy, For I have nowhere else to fly ; My hope, my only hope 's in Thee ; O God, be merciful to me ! To Thee I come, a sinner poor, And wait for mercy at Thy door ; Indeed, I 've nowhere else to flee : O God, be merciful to me ! To Thee I come, a sinner weak, And scarce know how to pray or speak ; From fear and weakness set me free ; O God, be merciful to me ! To Thee I come, a sinner vile ; Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile ! Mercy alone I make my plea ; O God, be merciful to me ! To Thee I come, a sinner great, And well Thou knowest all my state ; Yet full forgiveness is with Thee ; O God, be merciful to me ! To Thee I come, a sinner lost, Nor have I aught wherein to trust ; But where Thou art, Lord, I would be ; O God, be merciful to me ! To glory bring me, Lord, at last ; And there, when all my fears are past, With all the saints I '11 then agree, God has been merciful to me ! Samuel Medley. 1783 362 The Book of Praise HEAR, gracious God ! my humble moan ; To Thee I breathe my sighs : When will the mournful night be gone, And when my joys arise ? My God ! O, could I make the claim, My Father and my Friend ! And call Thee mine, by every name On which Thy saints depend ; By every name of power and love I would Thy grace entreat ; Nor should my humble hopes remove, Nor leave Thy sacred seat. Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay ; Here I would rest till light returns, Thy Presence makes my day. Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Relieve my aching heart ! O smile, and bid my sorrows cease, And all the gloom depart ! Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless Thy healing rays, And change these deep complaining sighs For songs of sacred praise ! A nne Steele. 1760 CCCXLII AND shall I sit alone, Oppressed with grief and fear, To God my Father make my moan, And He refuse to hear ? The Answer 363 If He my Father be, His pity He will show, From cruel bondage set me free, And inward peace bestow. If still He silence keep, 'T is but my faith to try ; He knows and feels, whene'er I weep, And softens every sigh. Then will I humbly wait, Nor once indulge despair ; My sins are great, but not so great As His compassions are. Be?ijamin Beddowe. [1818] OTHAT my load of sin were gone ! O that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down, To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb, The God of my salvation see ? Weary, O Lord, Thou know'st I am ; Yet still I cannot come to Thee. Rest for my soul I long to find ; Saviour ! (if mine indeed Thou art,) Give me Thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp Thy image on my heart ! Fain would I learn of Thee, my God, Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of Thy dying love. 364 The Book of Praise This moment would I take it up, And after my dear Master bear ; With Thee ascend to Calvary's top, And bow my head and suffer there. I would ; but Thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release : Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with Thy perfect peace ! Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Nor let Thy chariot-wheels delay ! Appear, in my poor heart appear ! My God, my Saviour, come away ! Charles Wesley. 1742 COME, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return ; Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave ; And, though His arm be strong to smite, 'T is also strong to save. 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. 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. Faith 365 As dew upon the tender herb, Diffusing fragrance round ; As showers that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground ; So shall His Presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light ; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night. John Morrison. 1770 III FAITH ' Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our Faith.' (Heb. xii. 2.) COME, O 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. I need not tell Thee who I am, My misery or sin 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. 3.66 The Book of Praise In vain Thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold ; Art Thou the Man that died for rne ? The secret of Thy love unfold. Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell ; To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. 'T is all in vain to hold Thy tongue, Or touch the hollow of my thigh ; Though every sinew be unstrung, Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. What though my shrinking flesh complain. And murmur to contend so long ? I rise superior to my pain ; When I am weak, then I am strong : And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God- Man prevail. My strength is gone ; my nature dies ; I sink beneath Thy weighty hand, Faint to revive, and fall to rise ; I fall, and yet by faith I stand : I stand, and will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. Faith 367 Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair ; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer ! Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me, if Thy Name is Love? 'T is Love ! 'tis Love ! Thou diedst for me ! I hear Thy whisper in my heart ! The morning breaks, the shadows flee ; Pure universal Love Thou art ! To me, to all, Thy bowels move ! Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love ! 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. 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, Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love ! The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath rose, with healing in His wings; Withered my nature's strength, from Thee My soul its life and succor brings ; My help is all laid up above ; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 368 The Book of Praise Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end ; All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strength depend ; Nor have I power from Thee to move ; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. Lame as I am, I take the prey, I fell, earth, and sin, with ease overcome ; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home ! Through all eternity to prove, Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love ! Charles Wesley* 1742 CCCXLVI HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord, 'T is thy Saviour, hear His word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me ? " I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound ; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be ; Yet will I remember thee ! " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. Faith 369 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be ; Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?" Lord ! it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love Thee and adore ! Oh ! for grace to love Thee more ! William Coivper. 1779 CCCXLVII AND can it be, that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood ? Died He for me, who caused His pain, For me, who Him to death pursued ? Amazing Love ! how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 'T is mystery all ! Th' Immortal dies ! Who can explore His strange design ? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of Love Divine. 'T is mercy all ! Let earth adore ! Let angel minds inquire no more ! He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace ;) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race. 'T is mercy all, immense and free I For O, my God ! it found out me ! Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night ; 24 37° The Book of Praise Thine eye diffused a quickening ray ; I woke ; the dungeon flamed with light : My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee ! Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins, forgiven ; Still the atoning Blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven ; I feel the life His wounds impart ; I feel my Saviour in my heart. No condemnation now I dread ; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine ! Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness Divine, Bold I approach th' Eternal Throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Charles Wesley. 1739 CCCXLVIII NOW I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain ; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain ; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay When heaven and earth are fled away. Father, Thine everlasting grace Our scanty thought surpasses far ; Thy heart still melts with tenderness ; Thine arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste and live. Faith 371 O Love ! Thou bottomless abyss ! My sins are swallowed up in Thee : Covered is my unrighteousness, Xor spot of guilt remains on me : "While Jesus' Blood, through earth and skies, Mercy, free boundless mercy, cries ! With faith I plunge me in this sea ; Here is my hope, my joy, my rest ; Hither, when hell assails, I flee, I look into my Saviour's breast : Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear ! Mercy is all that 's written there ! Though waves and storms go o'er my head ; Though strength and health and friends be gone ; Though joys be withered all and dead ; Though every comfort be withdrawn ; On this my steadfast soul relies ; Father ! Thy mercy never dies. Fixed on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail and flesh decay ; This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away : Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love. John IVesley. 1740 From John Andrew Rot he. 1^5 CCCXLTX OTHOU, the contrite sinners' Friend, Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me ! ... . g arms < i - ■ ; .-.:..-. ".'-^ -- Heaver, for mc ! [ ■ the fall light of hes Ol . i g . vine, Faith 373 Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, Here she has found a place of rest, An exile still, yet not unblest While she can cling to Thee ! Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss ; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to Thee ! What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove ? With patient uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee ! Oft when I seem to tread alone Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, A voice of love, in gentlest tone, Whispers, " Still cling to Me ! " Though faith and hope awhile be tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside : How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The souls that cling to Thee ! They fear not life's rough storms to brave, Since Thou art near, and strong to save ; Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave ; Because they cling to Thee ! Blest is my lot, whate'er befall : What can disturb me, who appal, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour ! I cling to Thee ? Charlotte Elliott. 1836 374 The Book of Praise CCCLI JESU, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know, Thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait Till I can all things do, On Thee, Almighty to create ! Almighty to renew ! I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill : A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss ; Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And sees the Tempter fly ; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stay, Or wish my sufferings less ; This blessing, above all, Always to pray, I want, Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint. Love 375 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threat'ning or reward, To Thee and Thy great Name ; A jealous, just concern For Thine immortal praise ; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. I rest upon Thy word ; Thy promise is for me ; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, ' Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love ! Charles Wesley. 1742 IV LOVE 'If ye love Me, keep My commandments." — (John xiv. 15.) CCCLII JESUS, my all, to Heaven is gone ; He that I placed my hopes upon ; His track I see ; and I '11 pursue The narrow way, till Him I view. The way the holy Prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I '11 go ; for all the paths are peace. 376 The Book of Praise No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin ; No lion, no devouring care, No ravenous tiger, shall be there. No : nothing may go up thereon But travelling souls ; and I am one : Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound, Shall only in the way be found. Nor fools, by carnal men esteemed, Shall err therein ; but they, redeemed In Jesu's blood, shall show their right To travel there, till Heaven 's in sight. This is the way I long have sought, And mourned, because I found it not ; My grief, my burden, long have been Because I could not cease from sin. The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul ! for I 'm the Way ! H Lo ! glad I come ; and Thou, dear Lamb, Shall take me to Thee, as I am : Nothing but sin I Thee can give ; Yet help me, and Thy praise I '11 live ! I '11 tell to all poor sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found ; I '11 point to Thy redeeming blood. And say, ' ' Behold the way to God ! " JoJui Cennicfc. Love 377 cccliii GO, worship at Immanuel's feet ; See, in I lis face what wonders meet ; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, His glory, or His grace ! The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord ; Nature, to make His beauties known, Must mingle colors not her own. Is He compared to Wine or Bread ? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed : That flesh, that dying Blood of Thine, Is Bread of Life, is heavenly Wine. Is He a Tree ? The world receives Salvation from His healing leaves : That righteous Branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too. Is he a Rose ? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields ; Or if the Lily He assume, The valleys bless the rich perfume. Is He a Vine ? His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit : O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the Vine ! Is He the Head ? Each member lives, And owns the vital power lie gives ; The Saints below and Saints above Joined by Ili.> Spirit and His love. 378 The Book of Praise Is He a Fountain ? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death ; These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too. Is He a Fire ? He '11 purge my dross ; But the true gold sustains no loss : Like a Refiner shall He sit, And tread the refuse with His feet. Is He a Rock ? How firm He proves ! The Rock of Ages never moves : Yet the sweet streams, that from Him flow, Attend us all the desert through. Is He a Way ? He leads to God ; The path is drawn in lines of Blood ; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at S ion's hill. Is He a Door ? I '11 enter in ; Behold the pastures large and green ! A paradise divinely fair ; None but the sheep have freedom there. Is He designed a Corner-stone, For men to build their Heaven upon ? I '11 make Him my Foundation too ; Nor fear the plots of hell below. Is He a Temple? I adore The indwelling majesty and power ; And still to His Most Holy Place, Whene'er 1 pray, I turn my face. Love 379 Is He a Star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light ; I know 1 1 is glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning Star ! Is He a Sun ? His beams are grace, His course is joy and Righteousness : Nations rejoice, when He appears To chase their clouds and dry their tears. Oh ! let me climb those higher skies Where storms and darkness never rise ! There He displays His powers abroad, And shines and reigns, th' incarnate God. Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heaven His full resemblance bears : His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold Him face to face. Isaac Watts. 1709 CCCLIV COMPARED with Christ, in all beside No comeliness I see ; The one thing needful, dearest Lord, Is to be one with Thee. The sense of Thy expiring Love Into my soul convey ; Thyself bestow : for Thee alone I absolutely pray. Whatever else Thy will withholds, Here grant me to succeed ! O let Thyself my portion be, And I am blest indeed ! 380 The Book of Praise Less than Thyself will not suffice My comfort to restore ; More than Thyself I cannot have ; And Thou canst give no more. Loved of my God, for Him again With love intense I burn ; Chosen of Thee ere time began, I choose Thee in return ! Whate'er consists not with Thy love, O teach me to resign ! I 'm rich to all th' intents of bliss, If Thou, O God, art mine ! A ugtistus Montague Toplady. 1772 CCCLV JESU ! who for my transgression * Didst the shameful cross endure, And didst there «the blest possession Of Thy joys to me insure ; May my praise be ever telling Of Thy love, all love excelling ! Wondrous woes that brought salvation ! Wondrous grace to sinners shown ! Heaven is wrapt in contemplation Of His love, whom men disown ! O my soul ! wilt thou disown Him ? Wilt not thou, my heart, enthrone Him \ Who but He can bless thy weeping ? Who but He can soothe thy grief? Only safe beneath His keeping, Thou in Him hast sure relief: Love 381 To the cross He came to bless thee ; Let His love, my soul, possess thee ! Lord ! each thought and inclination, All my heart and will inspire, That my soul, Thy new creation, Thee may serve with pure desire ; Daily Thy great love reviewing, Daily thus my sins subduing ! Arthur Tozer Russell. 1851 CCCLVI ETERNAL God, of beings First, Of all created good the Spring, For Thee I long, for Thee I thirst, My Love, my Saviour, and my King ! Thine is a never-failing store ; If God be mine, I ask no more. The fairest world of light on high Reflection makes but faint of Thine ; The glorious tenants of the sky In God's own beams transported shine : But, shouldst Thou wrap Thy face in shade, Soon all their life and lustre fade. Thy Presence makes celestial day, . And fills each raptured soul with bliss ; Night would prevail, were God away, And spirits pine in Paradise ! In vain would all the angels try To fdl Thy room, Thy lack supply. 382 The Book of Praise And, sure, from Heaven we turn our eyes In vain, to seek for bliss below ; The tree of Life can't root nor rise, Nor in this blasted region grow : The wealth of this poor barren clod Can ne'er make up the want of God. But, Lord ! in Thee the thirsty soul Will meet with full, with rich supplies ! Thy smiles will all her fears control, Thy beauties feast her ravished eyes : To failing flesh and fainting hearts Thy favor life and strength imparts ! Simon Browne. 1720 CHRIST, my hidden Life, appear, Soul of my inmost soul ! Light of life, the mourner cheer, And make the sinner whole ! Now in me Thyself display ; Surely Thou in all things art ; I from all things turn away To seek Thee in my heart ! Open, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice ! Bid my quiet spirit hear Thy comfortable voice ; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place ; Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of Thy grace ! Love 3S3 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw ; For the small and inward Voice I wait with humble awe : Silent am I now and still ; Dare not in Thy presence move : To my waiting soul reveal The secret of Thy love ! Thou hast undertook for me ; For me to death wast sold ; Wisdom in a mystery Of bleeding love unfold ! Teach the lesson of Thy cross ; Let me die, with Thee to reign ! All things let me count but loss, So I may Thee regain ! Show me, as my soul can bear, The depth of inbred sin ; All the unbelief declare, The pride that lurks within : Take me, whom Thyself hast bought ! Bring into captivity Every high aspiring thought, That would not stoop to Thee ! Lord, my time is in Thy hand ; My soul to Thee convert ! Thou canst make me understand, Though I am slow of heart. Thine, in whom I live and move, Thine the work, the power is Thine ! Thou art Wisdom, Power, and Love ; And all thou art is mine ! Charles Wesley. 1742 384 The Book of Praise SOURCE of good, whose power controls Every movement of our souls ; Wind that quickens where it blows ; Comforter of human woes ; Lamp of God, whose ray serene In the darkest night is seen ; Come, inspire my feeble strain, That I may not sing in vain ! God's own Finger, skilled to teach Tongues of every land and speech ; Balsam of the wounded soul, Binding up, and making whole ; Flame of pure and holy love ; Strength of all that live and move ; Come ! Thy gifts and fire impart ; Make me love Thee from the heart ! As the hart, with longing, looks For refreshing water-brooks, Heated in the burning chase ; So my soul desires Thy grace : So my heavy-laden breast, By the cares of life opprest, Longs Thy cooling streams to taste In this dry and barren waste. Mighty Spirit ! by whose aid Man a living soul was made ; Everlasting God ! whose fire Kindles chaste and pure desire ; Grant, in every grief and loss, I may calmly bear the cross, Love 385 And surrender all to Thee, Comforting and strengthening me ! Let not hell, with frowns or smiles, Open force or cunning wiles, Snap the thread of my brief days ; But, when gently life decays, Take to Heaven Thy servant dear, Who hath loved and served Thee here ; There eternal hymns to raise, Mighty Spirit ! to Thy praise ! Riduird Massie. 1854 From John Frank. 1660 CCCLIX OLAMP of Life ! that on the bloody Cross Dost hang, the Beacon of our wandering race, To guide us homeward to our resting-place, And save our best wealth from eternal loss ! So purge my inward sight from earthly dross, That, fixed upon Thy Cross, or near or far, In all the storms this weary bark that toss, (Whate'er be lost in that tempestuous war,) Thee I retain, my Compass and my Star ! That, when arrived upon the wished-for strand, I pass of death th' irrevocable bar, And at the gate of Heaven trembling stand, The everlasting doors may open wide, And give Thee to my sight, God glorified ! Charles Dyson. 1816 25 386 The Book of Praise CCCLX A POOR wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer, Nay. I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet there was something in his eye That won my love, I knew not why. Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He entered ; not a word he spake ; Just perishing for want of bread ; I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, And ate ; but gave me part again : Mine was an angel's portion then ; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste. I spied him, where a fountain burst Clear from the rock ; his strength was gone ; The heedless water mocked his thirst, He heard it, saw it hurrying on : I ran to raise the sufferer up ; Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, Dipt, and returned it running o'er ; I drank, and never thirsted more. 'T was night ; the floods were out ; it blew A winter hurricane aloof; I heard his voice abroad, and flew To bid him welcome to my roof; Loz>e 3 I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, Laid him on my own couch to rest ; Then made the hearth my bed, and seemed In Eden's garden while I dreamed. Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side : I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he wras healed : I had myself a wound concealed ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor's death at morn : The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honored him 'midst shame and scorn ; My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked, if I for him would die? The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill ; But the free spirit cried, "I will." Then in a moment to my view The Stranger darted from disguise ; The tokens in His hands I knew, My Saviour stood before mine eyes ! He spake ; and my poor name He named : " Of me thou hast not been ashamed ; These deeds shall. thy memorial be ; Fear not; thou didst them unto Me." J a mes Mon tgomeri \ 1 8?6 388 The Book of Praise V HOPE 1 Set your affections on things above ; not on things on the earth." — (Col. iii. 2.) CCCLXI I PR ATS ED the earth, in beauty seen With garlands gay of various green ; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seemed to say, "Our beauties are but for a day." I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled On wheels of amber and of gold ; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky ; And moon and sun in answer said, " Our days of light are numbered." O God ! O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair, If thus Thy bounties gild the span Of ruined earth and sinful man, How glorious must the mansion be, Where Thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827 CCCLXI I OUR life is but an idle play, And various as the wind ; We laugh and sport our hours away, Nor think of woes behind. Hope 389 See the fair cheek of beauty fade, Frail glory of an hour ; And blooming youth, with sickening head, Droops like the dying flower. Our pleasures, like the morning sun, Diffuse a flattering light ; But gloomy clouds obscure their noon, And soon they sink in night. Wealth, pomp, and honor, we behold With an admiring eye ; Like summer insects, drest in gold, That flutter, shine, and die. One little moment can destroy Our vast laborious schemes ; And all our heaps of solid joy Are sweet deceitful dreams. Then rise, my soul ! and soar away Above the thoughtless crowd ; Above the pleasures of the gay, And splendors of the proud ; Up where eternal beauties bloom, And pleasures all divine ; Where wealth, that never can consume, And endless glories shine ! Henry Moore. [1806 J CCCLXIII THOUGH, by sorrows overtaken, Lord, thy servants seem forsaken, Thy Almighty hand, we know, Blendcth love with human woe. 390 The Book of Praise Over earth, and over ocean, Claiming sinful man's devotion, Round the living and the dead, Lord, Thy boundless love is shed* VA11 to death in this world hasteth ; Riches vanish, beauty wasteth ; Yet within the mourner's breast Love is an undying guest. Love, unlike all worldly pleasures, Wraps in grief its golden treasures, And to meek and wounded hearts Deep and holy joy imparts. Love, that strength and pardon bringest Through His cross, from whom thou springest ! May in us Thy gracious force Heavenward turn our spirits' course ! Come, and while Salvation's morning On our darkened soul is dawning, Sin's deep midnight roll away ! Pour on us the light of day ! A Igernon Herbert. [1839] CCCLXIV WE 'VE no abiding city here ; This may distress the worldling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. We 've no abiding city here : Sad truth ! were this to be our home ! But let this thought our spirits cheer ; We seek a city yet to come. Hope 391 We 've no abiding city here : Then let us live as pilgrims do ! Let not the world our rest appear, But let us haste from all below. We 've no abiding city here : We seek a city out of sight ; Zion its name, the Lord is there, It shines with everlasting light ! Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ; Secure she smiles at all her foes ; And weary travellers at length Within her sacred walls repose. O sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest ! Had I the pinions of the dove, I 'd fly to Thee, and be at rest ! Thomas Kelly. 1812 - 1836 CCCLXV Psalm CXXXVII FAR from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, " Blest Spirit ! come And speed me to my rest ! " Upon the willows long My harp had silent hung : How should I sing a cheerful song Till Thou inspire my tongue ? My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee ; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. 392 The Book of Praise To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road : When shall I pass the wilderness And reach the saints' abode ? God of my life, be near ! On Thee my hopes I cast : O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last ! Henry Francis Lyte. O HAPPY soul, that lives on high, While men lie grovelling here ! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. His conscience knows no secret stings ; While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. ' lie waits in secret on his God, His God in secret sees ; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb. He wants no pomp, nor royal throne, To raise his figure here ; Content and pleased to live unknown, Till Christ, his Life, appear. Hope He looks to Heaven's eternal hill, To meet that glorious day ; And patient waits his Saviour's will, To fetch his soul away. Isaac Watts. 3^3 CCCLXVII FA I N would my thoughts fly up to Thee, Thy peace, sweet Lord, to find ; But when I offer, still the world Lays clogs upon my mind. Sometimes I climb a little way, And thence look down below ; How nothing, there, do all things seem, That here make such a show ! Then round about I turn my eyes To feast my hungry sight ; I meet with Heaven in everything, In everything delight. I see Thy wisdom ruling all, And it with joy admire ; I see myself among such hopes As set my heart on fire. "When I have thus triumphed awhile, And think to build my nest, Some cross conceits come fluttering by, And interrupt my rest. Then to the earth again I fall, And from my low dust cry, 'T was not in my wing, Lord, but Thine, That I got up so high. 394 The Book of Praise And now, my God, whether I rise, Or still lie down in dust, Both I submit to Thy blest will ; In both, on Thee I trust. Guide Thou my way, who art Thyself My everlasting End, That every step, or swift or slow, Still to Thyself may tend ! To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One consubstantial Three, All highest praise, all humblest thanks, Now and forever be ! Amen. John A us tin. 1668 CCCLXVIII THERE is a pure and peaceful wave, That rolls around the throne of love, Whose waters gladden as they lave The peaceful shores above. While streams, which on that tide depend, Steal from those heavenly shores away, And on this desert world descend O'er weary lands to stray ; The pilgrim faint, and nigh to sink Beneath his load of earthly woe, Refreshed beside their verdant brink, Rejoices in their flow. There, O my soul, do thou repair, And hover o'er the hallowed spring, To drink the crystal wave, and there To lave thy wearied wing ! Hope 395 There drop that wing, when far it flies From human care, and toil, and strife, And feed by those still streams, that rise Beneath the Tree of Life ! It may be that the waft of love Some leaves on that pure tide have driven, Which, passing from the shores above, Have floated down from Heaven. So shall thy wounds and woes be healed, By the blest virtue that they bring ; So thy parched lips shall be unsealed Thy Saviour's praise to sing ! William Ball. 1825 CCCLXIX CALM me, my God, and keep me calm, While these hot breezes blow ; Be like the night-dew's cooling balm Upon earth's fevered brow ! 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. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; Let thine outstretched wing Be like the shade of Elim's palm Beside her desert-spring. 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 ; 396 The Book of Praise Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my hour of pain ; Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain ; Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Like Him who bore my shame ; Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng, Who hate Thy holy Name ; Calm when the great world's news with power Tvly listening spirit stir : Let not the tidings of the hour E'er find too fond an ear : Calm as the ray of sun or star Which storms assail in vain, Moving unruffled through earth's war Th' eternal calm to gain ! Horatius Bonar. 1856 CCCLXX OSEND me down a draught of love, Or take me hence to drink above ! Here, Marah's water fills my cup ; But there, all griefs are swallowed up. Love here is scarce a faint desire ; But there, the spark 's a flaming fire ; Joys here are drops, that passing flee ; But there, an overflowing sea. My faith, that sees so darkly here, Will there resign to vision clear ; My hope, that 's here a weary groan, Wi]] to fruition yield the throne. Hope 397 Here fetters hamper freedom's wing ; But there, the captive is a king ; And grace is like a buried seed, But sinners there are saints indeed. My portion here 's a crumb at best ; But there, the Lamb's eternal feast ; My praise is now a smothered fire ; But then, I '11 sing and never tire. Now dusky shadows cloud my day ; But then, the shades will flee away ; My Lord will break the dimming glass, And show His glory face to face. My numerous foes now beat me down ; But then, I '11 wear the victor's crown ; Yet all the revenues I '11 bring To Zion's everlasting King ! Ralph Erskine. 1734 FIERCE passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea ; But calm content and peace we find When, Lord, we turn to Thee. In vain by reason and by rule We try to bend the will ; For none but in the Saviour's school Can learn the heavenly skill. Since at His feet my soul has sat His gracious words to hear, Contented with my present state, I cast on Him my care. 398 The Book of Praise " Art thou a sinner, Soul ? " He said ; "Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed With everlasting pain ! * ' If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with Mine ; Think what My love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine. " 'T is I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well : Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, And rise with Me to dwell. "In life My grace shall strength supply, Proportioned to thy day ; At death thou still shalt find Me nigh, To wipe thy tears away." Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent, Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, Have learnt to be content. William Cowper. 1779 LET me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest ! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and forever blest ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveiled glory to behold ; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold ! Hope 399 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy Name adore ; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where none can die, where none remove ; There neither death nor life will part Me from Thy Presence and Thy love ! Charlotte Elliott. 1836 CCCLXXIII OLORD, how little do we know, How little of Thy Presence feel, While we continue here below, And in these earthly houses dwell ! When will these veils of flesh remove, And not eclipse our sight of God ? When wilt Thou take us up above, To see Thy face without a cloud ? Show Thy omnipotence to save ! The characters of sin efface ! Thine image on our hearts engrave, And let us feel Thy sweet embrace ! Dart in our hearts a heavenly ray, A ray which still may shine more bright, Increasing to the perfect day, Till we awake in endless light ! Then shall each Star become a Sun, Filled with a lustre all Divine ; Each shall possess a radiant crown, And to eternal ages shine. William Hammond. 1745 4/>er. 1779 CCCLXXXIX THE spring-tide hour Brings leaf and flower With songs of life and love ; And many a lay Wears out the day In many a leafy grove. Bird, flower, and tree Seem to agree Their choicest gifts to bring ; But this poor heart Bears not its part, In it there is no spring. Dews fall apace, The dews of grace, Upon this soul of sin 41 6 The Book of Praise And love divine Delights to shine Upon the waste within : Yet, year by year, Fruits, flowers, appear, And birds their praises sing ; But this poor heart Bears not its part, Its winter has no spring. Lord, let Thy love, Fresh from above, Soft as the south -wind blow ; Call forth its bloom, Wake its perfume, And bid its spices flow ! And when Thy voice Makes earth rejoice, And the hills laugh and sing, Lord ! make this heart To bear its part, And join the praise of spring ! John S. B. Monsell. 1850 CCCXC Psalm LXIII EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand Beneath a burning sky Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink, or die. Discipline 417 I 've seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine ; My God ! repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine ! Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. Thus till my last expiring day I '11 bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Isaac Watts. 1719 GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; 27 41 8 The Book of Praise Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain ; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. *lVilliam Cowfier. 1779 THE world can neither give nor take, Nor can they comprehend The peace of God, which Christ has bought, The peace which knows no end. The burning bush was not consumed Whilst God remained there ; The Three, when Jesus made the Fourth, Found fire as soft as air. God's furnace doth in Zion stand ; But Zion's God sits by, As the refiner views his gold With an observant eye. His thoughts are high, His love is wise, His wounds a cure intend ; And, though He does not always smile, He loves unto the end. Cento by Selina, Countess 0/ 'Huntingdon. 1780 From John Mason. 1683 Disciplvie 419 LET Jacob to his Maker sing, And praise his great Redeeming King : Called by a new, a gracious Name, Let Israel loud his God proclaim. He knows our souls in all their fears, And gently wipes our falling tears ; Forms trembling voices to a song, And bids the feeble heart be strong. Then let the rivers swell around, And rising floods o'erflow the ground ; Rivers and floods and seas divide, And homage pay to Israel's Guide. Then let the fires their rage display, And flaming terrors bar the way ; Unburnt, unsinged, He leads them through, And makes the flames refreshing too. The fires but on their bonds shall prey ; The floods but wash their stains away ; And Grace Divine new trophies raise Amidst the deluge and the blaze. Philip Doddridge. 1755 CCCXCIV TO Thee, my God, whose Presence fills The earth, and seas, and skies, To Thee, whose Name, whose heart is Love, With all my powers I rise. Troubles in long succession roll ; Wave rushes upon wave ; 420 The Book of Praise Pity, O pity my distress ! Thy child, Thy suppliant, save ! O bid the roaring tempest cease ; Or give me strength to bear Whate'er Thy holy will appoints, And save me from despair ! To Thee, my God, alone I look, On Thee alone confide ; Thou never hast deceived the soul That on Thy grace relied. Though oft Thy ways are wrapt in clouds Mysterious and unknown, Truth, Righteousness, and Mercy stand The pillars of Thy throne. Thomas Gibbons. 1784 CCCXCV 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. O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm ; Defend me from each threatening ill, Control the waves, say, " Peace, be still ! " Amidst the roaring of the sea My soul still hangs her hopes on Thee ; Thy constant love, Thy faithful care Is all that saves me from despair. Dangers of every shape and name Attend the followers of the Lamb, Discipline 42 1 Who leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more. 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 Ccnvper. 1779 WHY should I, in vain repining, Mourn the clouds that cross my way ; Since my Saviour's Presence shining Turns my darkness into day ? Earthly honor, earthly treasure, All the warmest passions win, And the silken wings of pleasure Only waft us on to sin. But, within the vale of sorrow, All with tempests overblown, Purer light and joy we borrow From the face of God alone. Welcome, then, each darker token ! Mercy sent it from above ! So the heart, subdued, not broken, Bends in fear, and melts with love. James Edmeston. 182c CCCXCVII WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the Tempter's power ? Jesus vouchsafes to be my Tower. 422 The Book of Praise Though hot the fight, why quit the field ? Why must I either fly or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty Shield ? When creature-comforts fade and die, Worldlings may weep, but why should I ? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh. Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living Bread. I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied ; But Jesus knows, and will provide. Though Sin would fill me with distress, The throne of Grace I dare address, For Jesus is my Righteousness. Though faint my prayers, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove, While Jesus intercedes above. Against me earth and hell combine ; t But on my side is Power divine ; Jesus is all, and He is mine ! John Newton. 1779 CCCXCVIII 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. Discipline 423 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 lie, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well ; He shall His pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer woe ; At once betrayed, denied, or fled, By those who shared His daily bread. If vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies ; Still He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 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 ! And O ! when I have safely past Through eveiy conflict but the last ; Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for Thou hast died 1 Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away ! Sir Robert Gra?it. [1839] 424 The Book of Praise WHATE'ER my God ordains is right ! His will is ever just ; Howe'er He orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God ; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall ; Wherefore to Him I leave it all. Whate'er my God ordains is right ; He never will deceive ; He leads me by the proper path, And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent ; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. Whate'er my God ordains is right ; He taketh thought for me ; The cup that my Physician gives No poisoned draught can be, But medicine due ; For God is true ; And on that changeless truth I build, And all my heart with hope is filled. Whate'er my God ordains is right ; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear nor shrink ; Tears pass away With dawn of day ; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow all depart. Patience 425 Whate'er my God ordains is right ; My Light, my Life is He, Who cannot will me aught but good ; I trust Him utterly ; For well I know, In joy or woe, We soon shall see as sunlight clear, How faithful was our Guardian here. Whate'er my God ordains is right ; Here will I take my stand, Though sorrow, need, or death make earth For me a desert land. My Father's care Is round me there ; He holds me that I shall not fall, And so to Him I leave it all. Catherine Winkiuorth. 1858. From Samuel Rodigast. 1675 VIII PA TIEXCE 1 Be patient, therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord.' (James v. 7.) cccc WIIEX langu6r and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'T is sweet to look beyond the cage, And long to fly away. Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love ; 426 The Book of Praise Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above. Sweet to look back, and see my Name In Life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own. Sweet to reflect, how Grace Divine My sins on Jesus laid ; Sweet to remember, that His Blood My debt of sufferings paid. Sweet on His Righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day, His Spirit's quickening breath. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, Whose love can never end ; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend. Sweet in the confidence of faith To trust His firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hand, And know no will but His. Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home. There shall my disimprisoned soul Behold Him, and adore ; Be with His Likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more ; Patience 427 Shall see Him wear that very Flesh On which my guilt was lain ; His Love intense, His Merit fresh, As though but newly slain ! Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear The Trumpet's quickening sound ; And, by my Saviour's Power rebuilt, At His right hand be found. These eyes shall see Him in that day, The God that died for me ! And all my rising bones shall say, Lord, who is like to Thee ? If such the views which grace unfolds, Weak as it is below, What raptures must the Church above In Jesus' Presence know ! If such the sweetness of the stream, What must the Fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from Thee ! O, may the unction of these truths Forever with me stay, Till, from her sinful cage dismissed, My spirit flies away ! Augustus Montague Toplady. 1777 CCCCI WE 'RE bound for yonder land Where Jesus reigns supreme ; We leave the shore at His command, Forsaking all for Him. 428 The Book of Praise The perils of the sea, The rocks, the waves, the wind, Are small, whatever they may be, To those we leave behind. Nor have we cause to fear ; The God who rules the sea In every danger will be near, And our protector be. The Lord Himself will keep His people safe from harm, Will hold the helm, and guide the ship, With His Almighty arm. Then let the tempests roar, The billows heave and swell ; We trust to reach the peaceful shore Where all the ransomed dwell. And when we gain the land, How happy shall we be ! How shall we bless the mighty Hand That led us through the sea ! Thomas Kelly. i8og REJOICE, though storms assail thee ; Rejoice, when skies are bright ; Rejoice, though round thy pathway Is spread the gloom of night : If the good hope be in thee That all at last is well, Then let thy happy spirit With joyful feelings swell ! Patience 429 Look back on early childhood, And let thy soul rejoice ! Who then upheld thy goings, And tuned thy feeble voice ? Look back on youth's gay visions When life one glory seemed : Who poured those rays of gladness Which on thy prospect beamed ? Recall the hours of anguish, And let thy soul rejoice, Though wave on wave of sorrow Rush on with fearful noise : Was not the Bow of Promise Still seen amidst the gloom, Shedding its hallowed lustre E'en round the silent tomb ? Rejoice, rejoice forever, Though earthly friends be gone ! For silently and swiftly The wheels of time roll on ; And still they bear thee forward Nearer that happy shore, While the triumphant song is, Rejoice forevermore ! Henry Fletcher. 1853 NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, 430 The Book of Praise Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 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 ! There let the way appear Steps unto Heaven ; All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I '11 raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 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, Nearer to Thee ! Sarah Flower A dams. Patie?icc 43 1 LEAD, "kindly Light, amid \\\ encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home ; Lead Thou me on ; Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene ; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on I I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years ! So long Thy Power has blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! John Henry Newman. 1833 CCCCV ABIDE with me ! fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 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 ! 432 The Book of Praise Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word ; But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me ! Come not in terrors, as the King of kings ; But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings ; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; Come, Friend of sinners, and thus 'bide with me ! Thou on my head in early youth didst smile ; And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. On to the close, O Lord, abide with me ! I need Thy Presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power ? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me ! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting ? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me ! Hold then 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 and death, O Lord, abide with me ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1847 COMMIT thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure Truth and tender care, Who earth and Heaven commands. HA :... :::=•:: "Ay -it Ar.r^; A-:\ .all prepare thy way. Thoa on the Lord rely ; So safe shall thou go on ; ; - : AA1 Ay -.v::V Ar ; :r.r. ; To Him commend thy carise ; His ear Father! Thy ceaseless love, Sc-:-s :.'. T':v AA A: A- -■---.-->. " ' V." "~ WTiat best for each wul prove. A- • v.-:, Ar; 77.- ~A"A: Thou dost, O King of kings ; W;-;.: 77 y ur.trr.r.^ > A rv. A.:—. 7"-y I :•■■. er :: Ac.rj ': -r^. A" ' :.'.'. -.':. r. ~- :•:"■; 7A :v. A". : Thy every act pare blessing is, Thy path unsullied light. Who shall Thy work withstand? Who, who shall stay Thy hand? 434 The Book of Praise Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou His time ; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Still heavy is thy heart ? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone. What though thou rulest not ? Yet Heaven and earth and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the Throne, And ruleth all things well ! Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command ; So shalt thou wondering own, His way How wise, how strong His hand ! Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully He the work hath wrought That caused thy needless fear. Thou seest our weakness, Lord ! Our hearts are known to Thee : Oh ! lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee ! Patience 435 Let us, in life, in death, Thy steadfast Truth declare, And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care ! John Wesley. 1739 From Paul Gcrhardt. 165) CCCCVII YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take ; Loud to the praise of Love divine, Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home ; And nearer to our house above We every moment come. His Grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine ; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine. Fastened within the vail, Hope be your anchor strong ; His loving Spirit the sweet gale That wafts you smooth along. Or, should the surges rise, And peace delay to come, Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm, That drives us nearer home. The people of His choice He will not cast away ; Yet do not always here expect On Tabor's mount to stay. 436 The Book of Praise When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His Name. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control ; His loving-kindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. No wonder, when His Love Pervades your kindling breast, You wish forever to retain The heart-transporting Guest. Yet learn, in every state, To make His will your own ; And, when the joys of sense depart, To walk by faith alone. By anxious fear depressed, When from the deep ye mourn, " Lord, why so hasty to depart, So tedious in return ? " Still on His plighted Love At all events rely ; The very hidings of His face Shall train thee up to joy. Wait, till the shadows flee ; Wait thy appointed hour ; Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul Reveal His Love with power. Patience 437 The time of Love will come, "When thou shalt clearly see, Not only that He shed His Blood, But that it flowed for thee ! Tarry His leisure, then, Although He seem to stay ; A moment's intercourse with Him Thy grief will overpay. Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on Thee ! Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord, Shall Thy salvation see ! Augustus Montague Toplady. 1772 THROUGH the love of God our Saviour All will be well ; Free and changeless is His favor ; All, all is well ! Precious is the Blood that healed us, Perfect is the grace that sealed us, Strong the Hand stretched forth to shield us ; All must be well ! Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well ; Ours is such a full salvation, All, all is well ! Happy, still to God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit's guiding; All must be well ! 438 The Book of Praise We expect a bright to-morrow, All will be well ; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well ! On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well ! Mary Bowly. 1847 CCCCIX REST, weary soul ! The penalty is borne, the ransom paid, For all thy sins full satisfaction made ; Strive not to do thyself what Christ has done, Claim the free gift, and make the joy thine own ; No more by pangs of guilt and fear distrest, Rest, sweetly rest ! Rest, weary heart, From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain ; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and light at last ; Cast off the cares that have so long opprest ; Rest, sweetly rest ! Rest, weary head ! Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb : Light from above has broken through its gloom ; Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, Where He shall wake thee on a future day, Like a tired child upon its mother's breast, Rest, sweetly rest ! Patience 439 Rest, spirit free ! In the green pastures of the heavenly shore, Where sin and sorrow can approach no more, With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed, Beside the streams of Life eternal led, Forever with thy God and Saviour blest, Rest, sweetly rest ! Anon. " H. L. L." 1859 CCCCX FOREVER with the Lord ! Amen ! so let it be ! Life from the dead is in that word, 1 T is immortality ! Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's far-seeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above ! Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. 44-0 The Book of Praise Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease ; While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace ! Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallowed ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around. I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of Heaven Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower. Then, then I feel, that He, Remembered or forgot, The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. James Montgomery. 1835 THE God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, And God of Love ! Jehovah ! Great I Am ! By earth and Heaven confest ; I bow and bless the sacred Name, Forever blest ! The God of Abraham praise ! At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At His right hand : Patience 441 I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power, And Him my only portion make, My Shield and Tower. The God of Abraham praise ! "Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days In all my ways : He calls a worm His friend ! He calls Himself my God ! And He shall save me to the end Through Jesus' Blood. He by Himself hath sworn, I on His oath depend ; I shall, on eagle's wings upborne, To Heaven ascend ; I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, And sing the wonders of His grace Forevermore ! Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way At His command : The watery deep I pass With Jesus in my view, And through the howling wilderness My way pursue. The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest, A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest : 442 The Book of Praise There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life forever grow, With Mercy crowned. There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace ! On Sion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains, And, glorious with His saints in light, Forever reigns I He keeps His own secure ; He guards them by His side ; Arrays in garments white and pure His spotless Bride ; With streams of sacred bliss, With groves of living joys, With all the fruits of Paradise, He still supplies. Before the great Three-One They all exulting stand, And tell the wonders He hath done Through all their land ; The listening spheres attend And swell the growing fame, And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous Name ! The God, who reigns on high, The great Archangels sing, And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, " Almighty King ! Patience 443 Who Was, and Is, the same, And evermore shall be ! Jehovah ! Father ! Great I Am ! We worship Thee ! Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, Overwhelmed at His Almighty grace, Forever new : He shows His prints of love ; They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the worlds above, The slaughtered Lamb ! The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high ; " Hail ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! " They ever cry : Hail ! Abraham's God, and mine I I join the heavenly lays ; All might and majesty are Thine, And endless praise ! Thonuis Olivers. 1772 CCCCXII Rev. vii. 9-17. I SAW, and lo ! a countless throng, Th' elect of every nation, name, and tongue, Assembled round the everlasting Throne ; With robes of white endued, The Righteousness of God ; And each a palm sustained In his victorious hand ; When thus the bright melodious choir begun : " Salvation to Thy Name, Eternal God, and co-eternal Lamb ! In power, in glory, and in Essence, One ! " 444 The Book of Praise So sung the Saints. Th' Angelic train Second the anthem with a loud Amen : (These in the outer circle stood, The Saints were nearest God ;) And prostrate fall, with glory overpowered, And hide their faces with their wings, And thus address the King of kings : " All hail ! by Thy triumphant Church adored ! Blessing and thanks and honor too Are Thy supreme, Thy everlasting due, Our Triune Sovereign, our propitious Lord ! " While I beheld th' amazing sight, A Seraph pointed to the Saints in white, And told me who they were, and whence they came : ' * These are they, whose lot below Was persecution, pain, and woe ; These are the chosen purchased Flock, Who ne'er their Lord forsook ; Through His imputed Merit free from blame ; Redeemed from every sin ; And, as thou seest, whose garments were made clean, Washed in the Blood of yon Exalted Lamb. " Saved by His Righteousness alone, Spotless they stand before the Throne, And in th' ethereal Temple chant His praise : Himself among them deigns to dwell, And face to face His Light reveal : Hunger and thirst, as heretofore, And pain, and heat, they know no more, Nor need, as once, the sun's prolific rays : Immanuel here His people feeds, To streams of joy perennial leads, And wipes, forever wipes, the tears from eveiy face. " : :177V At ?■: _'i rA.ti-r A :"::~ At\ Ar. 1 j.iiV.v A~ A : A.-:- re ! - :::■■ A \':.t A. -.-.-_- -.irAi-tr -_-:t I kr.tv. Ar. ' :.-ivrllfi v/AA. Arr:\ ;.trt : some, my elder brethren now. St: A:.: : ..: A : :::•■ r". r;.y y_-. ;•: ..2:.-.-.; AA. .■•.- : A:-- iA.t: z:e. Ar.A-.tiA A.t :.;.".". A - :\.t A A At .v;7-:: L Am". _:.: A ~-t*.t: _.-:.t--? : How have they got beyond ! C:r.v-:-r.ri A.-:, ye: A--: --.A. A" ;;: tA A.A.t. :r.:t. I A : a\.: A2: Att-t Would first the Summit gain, ArA Ai.t :;.t A: At"-.-:". A. :-- ;; -„t. t /.: :_; A: : _aA At rAtr.. A: -.ft -At :- tt"A : r :: A- ArA r A A:" r:r.t : Think not I envy yon your crown : At : __A A :~'t: ;, ~.y 7j.1t. A: y : .: I A :"A.A ■■" in. LtJ."-.-^- : :. Avtr :A. At "-jy : Of comfort from His Throne : A;.t A ..:_- A HA ~t :.;t S ::":•:--. ~.y -.2— .tct A.::.: A A.t ~/. "-:-—.:->= : And vines, nectareous, spring where briers grew : A..; •■"::: t:v.r.'. r.^- A A - A:.:t Make me, at times, near half as blest as yon ! O ! might His Beauty feast my ravished c His gladdening Presence ever stay, And cheer me all my journey through ! But soon the clouds return ; my triumph dies ; Damp vapors from the valley rise, ArA. A Ar :'... AA : :' ^ :. A. :.. ::.;■ 446 The Book of Praise Spirit of Light ! thrice holy Dove ! Brighten my sense of interest in that Love Which knew no birth, and never shall expire ! Electing Goodness, firm and free, My whole salvation hangs on thee, Eldest and fairest daughter of Eternity ! Redemption, grace, and glory too, Our bliss above, and hopes below, From her, their parent-fountain, flow. Ah ! tell me, Lord, that Thou hast chosen me ! Thou, who hast kindled my intense desire, Fulfil the wish Thy influence did inspire, And let me my election know ! Then, when Thy summons bids me come up higher, Well pleased I shall from life retire, And join the burning hosts, beheld at distance now. A ugustus Montague Toplady. 1759- 1774 ADDITIONAL HYMNS Christ Incarnate 1 WHEN Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest, The world Thou mad'st to free, The Inn, where weary travellers rest, Had not a room for Thee. The Holy Babe in manger rude Was all His birth-night laid ; Pondering God's words, in thoughtful mood, Nigh watched the Mother Maid. But O, that wondrous midnight round What light, what glories throng, When man his infant Saviour found, And heard the angels' song ! Sweet anthem ! caught from hosts on high, Dwell thou our hearts within ; Blest bridal of the earth and sky, Long separate through sin. 29 450 Book of Praise Though all unmeet that gladsome hymn For harps by sin unstrung, That psalm, by white-robed seraphim In God's own presence sung, Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires, By toil and darkness worn, Lord ! make us hear seraphic choirs, And give a glimpse of morn ! If love wax cold, and strife increase, Chant in our hearts again, " Glory to God on high, and peace " On earth, good will to men ! " Joseph A nstice. 1 836 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? Christ Crucified 451 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. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Bishop R eg Uui Id Heber. 1 8 1 1 Christ Crucified 3 "And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate ; He suffered, and was buried." RIDE on ! ride on in majesty ! Hark ! all the tribes Hosanna cry ! Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed. Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ! O Christ ! Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive Death and conquered Sin. Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching Sacrifice. 452 Book of Praise 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 ! Henry Hart Milman. 1827 BOUND upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, Who is He ? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb, By the flesh, with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side, so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow, Son of Man ! 't is Thou, 't is Thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, Who is He ? By the sun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks, and rending veil, By earth, that trembles at His doom, By yonder saints, that burst their tomb, By Eden, promised ere He died To the felon at His side, Christ Crucified 453 Lord, our suppliant knees we bow ; Son of God ! 't is Thou, 't is Thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, Who is He? By the last and bitter cry, The ghost given up in agony ; By the lifeless Body, laid In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners, come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now ; Son of Man ! \ is Thou, 't is Thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, Who is He ? By the prayer for them that slew, " Lord ! they know not what they do ! " By the spoiled and empty grave, By the souls He died to save, By the conquest He hath won, By the saints before His Throne, By the rainbow round His brow, Son of God ! 't is Thou, 't is Thou ! Henry Hart Mihnan. 1827 NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 454 Book of Praise But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A Sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear Head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. Isaac Waits. 1709 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the Throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus !" " Worthy the Lamb ! " our lips reply, " For He was slain for us." Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine, And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever Thine. Christ Risen 455 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories high, And speak Thine endless praise. The whole Creation join in one To bless the sacred Name Of Him, that sits upon the Throne, And to adore the Lamb ! Isaac Watts. 1709 Christ Risen LO ! the day the Lord hath made ! From the tomb's funereal shade Now the Sun of goodness brings Healing on His radiant wings : And before His bridal light All the denizens of night, Fear, and shame, and sorrow, fade : Bless the day the Lord hath made ! Angels, who the morn outrun To adore the glorious Sun ; At whose step the firm earth shakes, From whose eye the lightning breaks ; Ye, whose hand excels in might ; Ye, whose accents breathe delight ; Forms in dazzling white arrayed ; Bless the day the Lord hath made ! 456 Book of Praise Holy women, whom the dawn Sees by pious duty drawn To the Saviour's rock-hewn bed, Tears, and unguents rich, to shed ; Stay your tears, your gifts withhold ; Angel-led, the cave behold, Where the Saviour's corse was laid : Bless the day the Lord hath made ! Holy men, beloved pair, Who with rival speed repair To explore the inmost gloom Of the yet untrodden tomb ; Mark the clothes that wrapped Him round, Swathed His limbs, His temples bound, All in seemliest order laid : Bless the day the Lord hath made ! First of all the faithful train To behold thy Lord again, Stay not, Mary, weeping here ; See, thy Saviour's self is near : Quick thy mighty Master greet, Fall in homage at His feet : All thy griefs are now repaid : Bless the day the Lord hath made ! Doubtful hearts, whom late He taught, Musing now in anxious thought, Cease your doubts, your sorrows cease, Hear Him speak the words of peace : Deem your eyes no spirit meet ; Mark His pierced hands and feet, Mark His wounded side displayed : Bless the day the Lord hath made ! Christ Risen 457 Church of God, whom this fair morn Sees to life and glory born, Founded on the living Stone, Which by Judah's builders thrown, Thrown with infamy aside, Now becomes thy Strength and Pride ; Be thy debt of duty paid ; Bless the day the Lord hath made ! Ever, as this day shall rise Beaming in the vernal skies, Duly to the Saviour's praise, Church of God, the anthem raise ! Christ our passover was slain ! Keep the feast, and swell the strain : Christ is raised from the dead ! Bless the day the Lord hath made ! BisJiop R icha rd Mant. 1 83 1 Ad templa nos rursus vocat. MORNING lifts her dewy veil With new-bom blessings crowned ; Let us haste her light to hail In courts of holy ground. Christ hath shed a fairer morn, From darkness rising free ; In his glorious light new-born, Let us lift the jubilee. 45 8 Book of Praise From the swaddling bands of night When sprang the world so fair, Putting on her robes of light, O what a power was there ! When our God, who gave His Son, His guilty foes to spare, Woke to life the guiltless One, O what a love was there ! When from the Eternal's hand The earth in beauty stood, Decked in light at His command, He saw, and called it good. Yet a goodlier world it stood In the Creator's sight, In the Lamb's all-cleansing blood Washed to celestial white. Isaac Williams. 1839 Christ Ascended WHERE high the heavenly Temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears. 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. Christ Ascended 459 Though now ascended up on high, lie bends on earth a Brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains ; And still remembers in the skies His tears, His agonies, and cries. In every pang that rends the heart The Man of Sorrows had a part ; He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. 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. 1 77c 10 LORD of mercy and of might ! Of mankind the Life and Light ! Maker, Teacher Infinite ! Jesus ! hear and save ! Who, when sin's tremendous doom Gave creation to the tomb, Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb, Jesus ! hear and save ! 460 Book of Praise Mighty Monarch ! Saviour mild ! Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus ! hear and save ! Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus ! hear and save ! Who shalt yet return from high, Robed in might and majesty, Hear us ! help us when we cry ! Jesus ! hear and save ! Bishop Reginald Heber. 181 1 11 THOU the cup of death didst drain, Thou within the tomb wert laid ; Thou art risen, Thou dost reign, Seraphim Thy subjects made ! Lord ! when we recall the story Of Thy lowliness and glory, Keep us, lest we fall from Thee, Through that awful mysteiy. Who can fathom the abyss Where Thou plunged'st for our love ? Who conceive the glorious bliss Waiting on Thy steps above ? Cradled in the lowliest shed, Weeping, toiling, suffering, dead ! Christ Ascended Mighty Monarch, throned on high, Ruling all in earth and sky ! Who is equal to these things ? Who such mysteries can brook ? Faith, with eagle eye and wings, Scarcely there may soar or look. Thought must seek that height in vain, All her musings turn to pain, Whelmed beneath the mighty load Of that word, Incarnate God ! Blessed, blessed be the Lord ! Who on simple souls and poor Gently has the knowledge poured, Which the wise can scarce endure. Saved from sinning, happy, healed By those mystic truths revealed, Changed by power above their own, Christ to them is fully known. Known when drawing infant breath, Known in labor and in pain, Known victorious over death, Known in His triumphant reign. All He suffered, all He won, God, and woman's wondrous Son : All alike from sin restrain, All to them is wise and plain. Other days may come at last, When our purer eyes shall see, By no whelming thoughts o'ercast, Our salvation's mystery. 461 462 Book of Praise Give us grace meanwhile to rest, By obedience taught and blest, Sure, that truths which make us free, God of counsel, flow from Thee ! Joseph A nstice. 1836 12 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. They who once His kindness prove Find it everlasting love. Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed their blood ? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in Him to God. This was boundless love indeed ; Jesus is a Friend in need. When He lived on earth abased. Friend of sinners was His name ; Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same : Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends. Could we bear from one another What He daily bears from us ? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother Loves us though we treat Him thus : Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 463 Though for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren still. 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 : But, when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought. John Newton. 1779 Christ 's Kingdom and Judgment 13 WHEN came in flesh th' Incarnate Word, The heedless world slept on, And only simple shepherds heard That God had sent His Son. When comes the Saviour at the last, From west to east shall shine The awful pomp, and earth aghast Shall tremble at the sign. Then shall the pure in heart be blest ; As mild He comes to them, As when upon the Virgin's breast He lay at Bethlehem : As mild to meek-eyed love and faith ; Only more strong to save ; Strengthened, by having bowed to death, By having burst the grave. 464 The Book of Praise Lord ! who could dare see Thee descend In state, unless he knew Thou art the sorrowing sinner's Friend, The gracious, and the true ? Dwell in our hearts, O Saviour blest ! So shall Thine Advent dawn 'Twixt us and Thee, our bosom-Guest, Be but the veil withdrawn. Joseph A 11st ice. 1836 14 GREAT God, what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated ! The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore The dead which they contained before : Prepare, my soul, to meet Him ! The dead in Christ are first to rise And greet th' Archangel's warning, To meet the Saviour in the skies On this auspicious morning : No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His Presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. Far over space, to distant spheres, The lightnings are prevailing : Th* ungodly rise, and all their tears And sighs are unavailing : Christ's Kingdom and Judgment 465 The day of grace is past and gone ; They shake before the Judge's throne, All unprepared to meet Him. Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings, Repress thy flight too daring ! One wondrous sight my comfort brings, The Judge my nature wearing. Beneath His cross I view the day When Heaven and Earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet Him. William Bengo Col Iyer. 1S12 {First stanza Anon, from Bartholomew Ringwaldt.) 1550 15 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? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The darning heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread. Swells the high tramp that wakes the dead ; 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 ! Sir Walter Scott. 1S05 30 466 The Book of P?'aise 16 "Urbs Syon aurea, Patria lactea." JERUSALEM the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, O I know not, What social joys are there ; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Sion, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them ; The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the Blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the Throne of David ; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast. And they, who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. John Mason Neale. 1861. From Bernard of Morlaix. The Holy Catholic Church 467 17 SONGS of praise the angeis sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When He spake and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise awoke when He Captive led captivity. 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. And can man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come ? No : the Church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. Jaittes Montgomery. 1825 468 The Book of Praise Resurrection and Eternal Life 18 " Hie breve vivitur, hie breve plangitur." BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. O happy retribution ! Short toil, eternal rest ; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest ! That we should look, poor wand'rers, To have our home on high ! That worms should seek for dwellings Beyond the starry sky ! To all one happy guerdon Of one celestial grace : For all, for all, who mourn their fall, Is one eternal place. And martyrdom hath roses Upon that heavenly ground : And white and virgin lilies For virgin souls abound. There grief is turned to pleasure ; Such pleasure, as below No human voice can utter, No human heart can know : " Thy Kingdom Come n 469 And, after fleshly scandal, And after this world's night, And after storm and whirlwind, Is calm, and joy, and light. And now we fight the battle ; But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown. And now we watch and struggle, And now we. live in hope, And Sion, in her anguish, With Babylon must cope : But He, Whom now we trust in, Shall then be seen and known, And they who know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. John Mason Ne.ile. 1861 From Bernard of Morlaix. "Thy Kingdom Come" 19 ALMIGHTY God ! Thy word is cast Like seed upon the ground : O may it grow in humble hearts, And righteous fruits abound. 470 The Book of Praise Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove ; But give it root in praying souls To bring forth fruits of love. Let not the world's deceitful cares The rising plant destroy, But may it in converted minds Produce the fruits of joy. Let not Thy word so kindly sent To raise us to Thy Throne Return to Thee, and sadly tell That we reject Thy Son. Great God ! come down, and on Thy word Thy mighty power bestow ; That all who hear the joyful sound Thy saving grace may know. John Cawood. 1816 "Thy Will be Done" 20 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. 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. "Thy Will be Done" 471 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, As free and true as Thine. If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And griefs dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, Father ! Thy will be done ! Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to Heaven ! John Ha7npden Gurtiey. 1838 21 ETERNAL Beam of Light Divine, Fountain of unexhausted love, In Whom the Father's glories shine Through earth beneath, and Heaven above : Jesu ! the weary wanderer's Rest ! Give me Thy easy yoke to bear ; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love, and lowly fear. 472 The Book of Praise Thankful I take the cup from Thee, Prepared and mingled by Thy skill : Though bitter to the taste it be, Powerful the wounded soul to heal. Be Thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh ! So shall each murmuring thought be gone : And grief, and fear, and care shall fly As clouds before the midday sun. Speak to my warring passions peace ; Say to my trembling heart, Be still : Thy power my strength and fortress is, For all things serve Thy sovereign will. O Death, where is thy sting? where now Thy boasted victory, O Grave ? Who shall contend with God, or who Can hurt whom God delights to save ? Charles Wesley. 1740 "Give us this day our Daily Bread" 22 ALL wondering on the desert ground The hungry thousands gazed around, While Jesus for their need displayed The power that once the worlds had made. Few were the words the Saviour spake ; He only blest the bread and brake ; The scanty loaves, the fishes few, At His commandment ceaseless grew. " And forgive us our Trespasses'" 473 No meagre store, 0 Lord, have we Of grace and blessings showered from Thee ; Yet in our barren hearts and dry More scanty grows the rich supply. On desert sands we seem to roam, Weary, and faint, and far from home, Though pastures green around us grow, And Thy still waters near us flow. O, with a living growth inspire, Not Thy blest gifts, but our desire, That we may taste Thy mercy's store, And thirst and hunger nevermore ! Johti Ernest Bode, i860 " And forgive us our Trespasses " 23 WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear ! If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought, When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear ! 474 The Book of Praise But Thou hast told the troubled soul, Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late, And add my Saviour's dying groans To give those sorrows weight. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows Thy only Son has died To make that pardon sure. Joseph Addison. 1719 Noonday 24 UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And He accepts the punctual hymn, Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will He turn His ear aside From holy offerings at noontide : Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise. What though our burthen be not light, We need not toil from morn to night ; The respite of the midday hour Is in the thankful Creature's power. Evening 47S Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God. Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man's cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to Heaven ! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run ; He cannot halt nor go astray ; But our immortal spirits may. Lord ! since his rising in the east, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course. Help with Thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way ; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest ! William Wordsworth. 1834 Evening 25 FATHER ! by Thy love and power, Comes again the evening hour : Light has vanished, labors cease, Weary creatures rest in peace. 476 The Book of Praise Thou, whose genial dews distil On the lowliest weed that grows, Father ! guard our couch from ill, Lull Thy children to repose : 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 : Worldly thoughts, and thoughts of pride, Wishes to Thy Cross untrue, Secret faults and undescried, Meet Thy spirit-piercing view. Blessed Saviour ! yet, through Thee, Pray that these may pardoned be. Holy Spirit ! Breath of balm ! Fall on us in evening's calm : Yet awhile, before we sleep, We with Thee will vigil keep. Lead us on our sins to muse ; Give us truest penitence ; Then the love of God infuse, Breathing humble confidence ; Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort still ! Blessed Trinity ! be near Through the hours of darkness drear ; When the help of man is far, Ye more clearly present are. Father ! Son ! and Holy Ghost ! The Old and New Year. 477 Watch o'er our defenceless head, Let Your angels' guardian host Keep all evil from our bed, Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to a song of praise. Joseph Anstice. 1836 The Old and New Year 26 NOW, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal, And make Thy glory known ; Now let us all Thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone ! Help us to venture near Thy Throne, And plead a Saviour's Name ; For all that we can call our own Is vanity and shame. From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free : And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with Thee. Send down Thy Spirit from above, That saints may love Thee more, And sinners now may learn to love, Who never loved before. And when before Thee we appear In our eternal home, May growing numbers worship here, And praise Thee in our room ! John Newton. 1779 478 The Book of Praise Baptism and Childhood 27 SAVIOUR, who didst from Heaven come down, A little Child awhile to be, Whose precious blood and thorny crown From death and sin have ransomed me. Teach me, dear Saviour, some return % Of lowly service for Thy love, Such as a thankful child may learn, Such as Thy Spirit shall approve. Young hearts, I hear them say, are claimed For God's own altar by Thy word : May I lay there my own, unblamed ! And wilt Thou lift it heavenward, Lord ? James Btdlivaut Tovialin. [i860] From Lotas, Cotmt Zinzendorf. Holy Co7iimimion 28 HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face ; Here would I touch and handle things unseen ; Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean. Here would I feed upon the Bread of God ; Here drink with Thee the royal Wine of Heaven ; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. Holy Communion 479 This is the hour of banquet and of song, This is the heavenly Table spread for me ; Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee. Too soon we rise ; the symbols disappear ; The Feast, though not the Love, is past and gone ; The Bread and Wine remove ; but Thou art here, Nearer than ever ; still my Shield and Sun. I have no help but Thine ; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon : It is enough, my Lord ; enough, indeed ; My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone. I have no wisdom, save in Him Who is My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one ; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise, No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone. Mine is the sin, but Thine the Righteousness ; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing Blood ; Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, Thy blood, Thy Righteousness, O Lord my God ! I know, that deadly evils compass me, Dark perils threaten, yet I would not fear, Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee \ Thou, O my Christ, art buckler, sword, and spear. But see, the Pillar-Cloud is rising now, And moving onward through the desert night ; It beckons, and I follow ; for 1 know It leads me to the heritage of Light. 480 The Book of Praise Feast after feast thus comes, and passes by ; Yet, passing, points to the glad Feast above, Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and love. Horatius Bonar. 1856 29 MY God, and is Thy Table spread ? And does Thy cup with love o'erflow ? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes ! Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood ! Thrice happy he, who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly Food ! Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts displayed ? Was not for you the victim slain ? Are you forbid the children's Bread ? O let Thy Table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared ; With hearts inflamed let all attend ; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end. Holy Communion 481 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord ! And bid our drooping graces live ; And more, that energy afford, A Saviour's love alone can give. Philip Doddridge. 1755 30 THOU, who hast called us by Thy Word The marriage feast to share Of Thy dear Son, our only Lord, Thy bidden guests prepare ! No vain excuse we dare to make, Thy call we do not slight ; We come unworthy ; for His sake Help us to come aright ! The marriage-garment we require Thyself to us impart, And with Thy precious gifts inspire A pure and thankful heart. And Thou, to whom the Father's love The wedding guests has brought, Who ever helpest from above Those whom Thy blood has bought, Lord of the feast ! our coming bless, And round our souls entwine The garment of Thy Righteousness, In which Thy saints shall shine. John Ernest Bode. 31 i860 The Book of Praise 31 FOR mercies, countless as the stUida Which daily I receive From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, My soul, what canst thou give ? Alas ! from such an heart as mine, What can I bring Him forth ? My best is stained and dyed with sin, My all is nothing worth. Yet this acknowledgment I' 11 make For all He has bestowed ; Salvation's sacred cup I '11 take, And call upon my God. The best return for one like me, So wretched and so poor, Is from His gifts to draw a plea, And ask Him still for more. William Cow per. 1779 Church Dedication 32 OLORD, our languid souls inspire, For here, we trust, Thou art ! Send down a coal^of heavenly fire, To warm each waiting heart. Dear Shepherd of Thy people, hear, Thy Presence now display ; As Thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray. Ordination of Ministers 483 Show us some token of Thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour Thy blessings from above, That we may render praise. Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord, dwell ; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humbled mind bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. May we in faith receive Thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. And may the Gospel's joyful sound, Enforced by mighty grace, Awaken many sinners round, To come and fill the place. John Newton. 1779 Ordination of Ministers POUR out Thy Spirit from on high ; Lord, Thine assembled servants bless ; Graces and gifts to each supply, And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. 484 The Book of Praise Within Thy temple when we stand To teach the truth, as taught by Thee, Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand The angels of the Churches be ! Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness, with meekness from above, To bear Thy people on our heart, And love the souls whom Thou dost love : To watch, and pray, and never faint, By day and night strict guard to keep, To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, Nourish Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep : Then, when our work is finished here, In humble hope our charge resign ! When the chief Shepherd shall appear, O God ! may they and we be Thine ! James Montgomery. 1825 34 FEARLESS, calm, and strong in love, Wouldst thou ply the Gospel net ? Then remember God above, And thyself forget. Like the fisher, patient be ; Try at morn, and try at even, Hope, where thou canst nothing see 5 And still trust in Heaven. The Call 4*5 Never shall the net be cast All in vain, though cast amiss : Wait the great Day and the last, Ere thou judge of this. O what issues that may show Even of thy poor toil and care ! But, till then, enough to know Thou dost neither spare. Spend, then, and be spent, in love ; Take the task before thee set ; Souls to win for Heaven above, And thyself forget. Thomas Davis. 1863 The Call 35 AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host ; Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. Here giant Danger threatening stands, Mustering his pale terrific bands ; There pleasured silken banners spread, And willing souls are captive led. See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 486 The Book of Praise Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all, guard eveiy part, But most, the traitor in thy heart Come then, my soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell ; The Man of Calvary triumphed here : Why should His faithful followers fear ? A nna Z,cetitia Barbauld. 1 773 NOTES ? NOTES ITymn II. — Part of Hymn No. too in Mant's Ancient Hymns, &c. Three stanzas out of eight are omitted, iv. — The text of this hymn is from The Dez'out Chorister (Masters, Third Edition, 1854 ; in which book it was first published ; and the author's name is given, by his kind permission, v. — From the General Psalmody, compiled by the late Rev. William Cams Wilson. Author and original text un- known. vii. — From Hymns for the Church of England (Longman, 1857). Author and original text unknown, vm. — From John and Charles Wesley's Collection of Psalms and Hym)is the first edition published in 1741). The Psalm, as rendered by Watts, is in six stanzas, of which the Wesleys omitted the first and fourth, and varied the second by substituting the well-known lines, " Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy," for Watts's original, " Nations, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy. " The only other change is the word "shall" instead of "must," in the third line of the last stanza, xii. — Three stanzas out of six. The first, second, and fifth of Watts are omitted. xv. — Nine stanzas out of twelve the first, third, and eleventh of Watts being omitted). The word "God" is brought 4

— This text is genuine ; but I have not been able to discover the author of the volume, published in 1829, under the title Sphit of the Psalms, which is not to be confounded with the work of the Rev. H. F. Lyte, afterwards published under the same title, in 1834. Notes 491 Hymn xli. — This hymn is from Hymns Ancient and Modern, for Use i?i the Services of the Church (London, Novello, 1861;. I am indebted to the Rev. Sir Henry Baker, Bart, (one of the editors of that collection), for the permission, which he has kindly obtained for me from the author, to publish his name, as well as for the authentication of the text. I am also indebted to him and his co-editors for their consent to the use which I have made of this hymn, and of three others, contributed by Sir Henry Baker him- self to the same collection, to which he has allowed me to affix his name. xlii. — Five out of seven stanzas. Those omitted are Dod- dridge's second and sixth. xlvi. — Five stanzas out of a hymn which, as first published in 1740 (then beginning "Glory to God, and praise, and* love "), consisted of eighteen stanzas ; and which, in the seventeenth edition of Hymns and Spiritual Songs Pine, Bristol, 1773), was reduced to eleven stanzas ; then be- ginning as in the p-esent text. In the Hyiwi-Book for Methodists, it consists of ten stanzas ; one of which is taken from the earlier edition, and is not in that of 1773. xlviii. — Four out of five stanzas. That omitted is the fourth of Watts. lii. — Five out of eight stanzas. Those omitted are the fourth, fifth, and seventh of Watts. lv. — Six out of seven stanzas. That omitted is the third of Newton. lvii. — This hymn, as here given, was introduced into the Mary- lebone Collection [1851) from a poem of some length, pub- lished in 1831, in The Iris, a volume edited by the Rev. Thomas Dale. The text which will be found at page 139 of that volume) is unaltered, except that the first word, "Saviour," has been brought down from a preceding line, in substitution for the words "And then," so as to give to these stanzas an independent beginning. lviii. — Nine out of eleven stanzas. Those omitted are the fifth and seventh of Mrs. Barbauld. lx. — I have not succeeded in tracing the author, or the original text, of this hymn. The earliest edition of the New Ver- sion of the Psalms to which Mr. Sedgwick has been able to find it appended, was published in 1796. The first three 492 Notes Hymn stanzas were printed, with music, in the Christianas Mag- azine, vol. iii., 1762. The "Gloria," which constitutes the fourth stanza, goes with the hymn in some modern books, and suits it so well, that I have ventured to retain it. This " Gloria " is certainly by Charles Wesley ; it will be found at page 242 of the fourth edition (1743) of the Hymns and Sacred Poems, by the two brothers. lxi. — This hymn (No. 2 in the Rev, John Chandler's Hymns of the Primitive Church) is, as stated by himself in his Preface to that work, a variation from a translation from the same Latin original, by the Rev. Isaac Williams ; which had previously appeared in the British Magazine, and which is No. 2 in Mr. Williams's Hymns Translated from the Parisian Breviary (Rivingtons, 1839). lxii. — From the Marylebone Collection of 1851, edited by the late Rev. J. H. Gurney, the present Bishop of Durham, and the present Dean of Lincoln. It is there attributed to "A. Gray." I have not been able to learn anything about the author, nor to discover the original text, if pre- viously published. lxiv. — Mr. Neale's hymn is divided into thirteen unequal parts, the first seven of which constitute the present text. lxv. — From the Hymns for Public Worship, of the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge. I have not been able to trace the author, nor the original text, if previously published. lxvi. — I have taken this hymn from Mr. Martineau's Hymns for the Christian Chtirch and Home (Longman, twelfth edition, 1856), in which it is No. 234. I have not met with it elsewhere ; but, from the internal evidence, I pre- sume the text to be genuine. lxix. — Four out of nine stanzas, of unequal length, from Bishop Mant's Holydays of the CJntrch ; or, Scriptural Narra- tives and Biographical Notices, vol. ii. p. 536 (Oxford, Parker, 1831). lxx. — The Offices of John Austin, containing hymns of striking excellence, were adapted to the use of members of the Church of England, first by Theophilus Dorrington, and afterwards by the Nonjuring Bishop Hickes. Dorrington, in some cases, altered Austin's hymns ; Hickes almost al- ways reprinted them without alteration. This hymn is Notes 493 Hymn No. 31 in Austin's Offices, where it consists of seven stan- zas ; the first of which was omitted, and sonic of the oth- ers slightly altered, by Charles Wesley. The present text is taken from the first edition (1739) of the Wesleys' Hymns and Sacred Poems, page 130, where it is entitled Hymn to Christ; altered from Dr. Hickes's ''Reformed Devotions." lxxi. — The text of this hymn is given from Toplady's Collec- tion, published in 1776, the original having been given to Toplady by the author, Mr. Bakewell, himself. It had been previously published, in a shorter and altered form, by Martin Madan, in 1760. lxxiii. — Twenty-three out of twenty-eight stanzas, communi- cated by Mr. Turner, one of the authors, to Dr. Rippon in 1791 (see Rippon's Baftist Annual Register, vol. iii. p. 471). The first four stanzas of the text are by Fanch, who also wrote the three which follow them in the original, but which are here omitted, because they are repeated in sub- stance towards the end of the part contributed by Turner. The stanzas from " Blest angels" to the end are by Tur- ner, and were published by him separately, with variations (not improvements^, in a little volume, printed in 1794. Abridgments of this hymn, more or less varied usually be- ginning "Beyond the glittering starry skies*', occur in several modern hymn-books ; one of the first of them ap- peared in Dr. Rippon's own Collection. LXXIV. — The last three out of five stanzas (Hymn LVIII. in Ejpok I. of Watts's Hymns and Spiritual Songs, beginning " Let mortal tongues attempt to sing "). lxxix. — From the Rev. William Carus Wilson's General Psal- mody. I have not been able to discover the author, or the original text. lxxx. — Seven stanzas out of eight. That omitted is Montgom- ery's third. i.xxxt. — This is one of a small number of compositions by Mi- chael Bruce (a Scottish schoolmaster, who died very young', which have been the subject of much controversy in Scotland, and, indeed, of a kind of literary romance. They appear to have been intrusted in manuscript by Mi- chael Bruce, or by his father, to John Logan, who, some time after Bruce's death, published them, with variations, 494 Notes llymn in his own name. The eighteenth " Paraphrase " is a va- riation of this hymn ; no doubt contributed by Logan. The present is Bruce's original text, as given in Mr. Ma.- kelvie's collection of his poems (Edinburgh, Paterson, 1837). lxxxii. — Six out of eight stanzas. The second and third of Watts are omitted. Lxxxnr. — Four out of six stanzas. The second and third of Watts are omitted. lxxxvi. — The text of this hymn and of No. cur. is from the first edition of Psalms and Hymns (Ipswich, 1813), by the author, the Rev. William Hurn, formerly Vicar of De- benham. xc. — This popular hymn is a cento, composed by Martin Ma- dan, with some variations, out of two hymns by Charles Wesley (Nos. 38 and 39 of Hymns of Intercession for all Mankind), and one by John Cennick (No. 965 in the Col- lection of Hymns for the Use of tlie Protestant Church of the United Brethren^ revised and enlarged, Bath, 1801). The choice and arrangement of the stanzas, as made by Madan, is here preserved, as are his variations of the third and fourth stanzas ( Cennick V, of which the last lines do not rhyme in the original. The first two stanzas and the last are from Wesley's No. 39, a hymn of four stanzas. Madan made some alterations in the first and the last, which (with the exception of " O come quickly," in- stead of Wesley's " Jah, Jehovah !n) I have not retained. The second, and the fifth (which is the concluding stanza of Wesley's No. 38), he did not alter. XCi. — The preceding hymn is generally, by a popular error, at- tributed to Olivers, the only foundation for that error be- ing, that he adopted its first line as the beginning of one of his stanzas, which (though the first of those selected here) is not the first in either edition of his Judgment Hymn. His hymn was greatly altered and enlarged in its second edition, from which the present text is taken ; being a selection of eleven out of thirty-six stanzas. XCIV. — This translation of Veni Creator (by an unknown hand) was first introduced into the Office for the Ordination of Priests upon the revision of the Liturgy of the Church of England, in 1662. Nates 495 Hymn xc\ in. — Seven out of nine stanzas. Hart's seventh and eighth are omitted. c. — Jacobi's translation will be found at page 43 of Haber- korn's Psahnodia Gcrmanica London, 1765. It consists of ten stanzas, of which Toplady adopted and altered .six. Toplady's third stanza is here omitted. ci. — Five out of six stanzas ; from Main's Holy days rf the Church (vol. ii. p. 317'. The Bishop's first stanza is omitted, civ. — The last seven out of eleven stanzas No. 24 of John Ma* Songs of Praise). cvi. — Four out of eight stanzas (the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh of Watts are omitted . CVIII. — Fourteen out of twenty-six stanzas. This is the most ancient of all the compositions included in this volume, and it is the true English source of all the " New Jerusa- lem Hymns" of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. It is printed at length in Dr. Bonar's interesting Preface to his edition, published in 1852 (Edinburgh, Johnstone and Hunter , of David Dickson's New Jerusalem, which is itself a mere variation of this hymn, with thirty-six more stanzas added to it. The original hymn is contained in a MS. quarto volume, numbered 15,225, in the British Mu- seum, the date of which seems from the internal evidence, as stated by Dr. Bonar) to be about 1616. The hymn it- self which is entitled, A Soiig by F. B. P. to t)ic tunc 0/ Diana, is, probably, of Queen Elizabeth's time. ex. — I have been unable to trace this hymn higher than to the Collection of Dr. Williams and Mr. Boden. first published in 1 80 1, in which it is stated to be from " £ chin ton Co! lec- tion " ; and I have not discovered the author, or the origi- nal text. In the collections whijh give it most fully, there are seven stanzas ; of which one, the third a stanza of in- ferior merit, and borrowed directly from an older hymn , is here omitted. cxiii. — Five out of six stanzas ; from Hymn cxliiu of Ber- ridge's Sion's Songs. The stanza omitted is Berrid^e's fourth. The last couplet of the second stanza is taken by Pcrridge, with very little alteration, from Ralph Frskine's Gospel Sonnets (Part V. section 6 ; and the whole hymn 49& Notes Hymn follows so closely in Erskine's track, that it might properly be described as a variation from him. cxiv. — The text is that of the 66th Scotch Paraphrase, in which Cameron, taking the general plan, and much of the detail and expression, of Watts's hymn (No. 41 of Watts's Book 1.), has recast the whole composition, with excellent effect. CXVi. — Four out of five stanzas. That omitted is Newton's fourth. cxxn. — The first ten lines of this hymn were left a fragment by Kirke White, written on the back of one of his mathemat- ical papers. They came after his death into the hands of Dr. Collyer, who published them, with six (not very suc- cessful) lines of his own added, in his Hymn-Book of 1812, where the hymn is numbered 867. The task of finishing it was more happily accomplished by Miss Maitland, in the form in which it is here given, and which first ap- peared in a volume published by Hatchard in 1827, under the title of Hymns for Private Devotion, selected and original. cxxiii. — Five out of ten stanzas. exxv. — Six out of seven stanzas. That omitted is Newton's third. cxxvi. — Eight out of twelve stanzas. Those omitted are the third, ninth, tenth, and eleventh of Cennick. cxxvu. — Hammond's hymn (which will be found at page 85 of his Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, London, 1745) is in fourteen stanzas. Of these, the first, second, and thirteenth are the same, except some very slight verbal changes, with the first three stanzas of Madan's variation. The last two stanzas of the variation are an expansion by Madan of Hammond's concluding stanza. exxvm. — Chandler concludes this hymn with a " Gloria," which is omitted here. exxxin. — Three out of seven stanzas. CXLII. — Six out of eight stanzas. cxLVirr. — This and No. CLXIII. are taken, by permission of the authoress, from The Legend of the Golden Prayers, and other Poems (London, Bell and Daldy, 1859, pages 139 - 142). Both hymns had been previously published at or before the dates marked in the text Notes 49 7 Jiymn CLV. — This is a variation from the first four and the last two stanzas of James Montgomery's Verses to the Memory of the late Joseph Brozuue, of Lethersdale, a poem in four- teen stanzas of four lines each , which was written about 1803, and published in The Wanderer of Switzerland, and other Poems, in 1806. The hymn, in its present form, seems to have first appeared in Dr. Collyer's Collection, published in 1812 ; but I have not been able to ascertain whether the variation is due to Dr. Collyer, or as, from the internal evidence, I should have thought very proba- ble to Montgomery himself. It is not, however, included in Montgomery's Collection of his own hymns, published in 1853, nor is it in his Christian Psalmist, published in 1825. clviii. — The last four out of five stanzas. ;The hymn is No. 86, Book II. of Watts.) CLX. — Eight out of eleven stanzas. [Thcodosid's Poems, vol. i. page 159, Bristol edition of 1780.) The stanzas omitted are the fourth, fifth, and sixth of the authoress. clxviii. — Seven out of nine stanzas. The fourth and eighth of Watts are omitted. clxxi. — Four out of six stanzas. The fourth and fifth of Watts are omitted. clxxvi. — From Hynifisfor the Church of God Leicester, i852x. The author and the original text vif previously published) unknown. CLXXVIII. — The first five out of six stanzas. clxxx. — The text of this hymn is from Dr. Raffles's Collection, whom I understand on Mr. Sedgwick's authority to have had it from the author. clxxxii. — Mr. Ray Palmer is an American writer, and I have not had access to any original publication containing this hymn, the text of which I have taken from the late Dr. Andrew Reed's Collection. clxxxvi. — Eight out of eleven four-line stanzas, which consti- tute the latter part of The Covenant and Confidence of Faith, in Baxter's Poems Pickering's edition, 1S21, page 71). The stanzas omitted are the first, third, and fifth, at the page referred to. clxxxix. — Four stanzas out of eight. The hymn is No. 32 in 32 493 Notes Hymn John Austin's Offices. The stanzas omitted are the first three, and the "Gloria" at the end. cxc. — Five stanzas out of six. The stanza omitted is Cowper's fifth. cxci. — Five stanzas out of eight. Those omitted are Wesley's fifth, sixth, and seventh. The hymn is at page 30 of the Hymns and Sacred Poems (Second Edition, Bristol, 1743)- cxciii. — The last stanza is wanting in Miss Elliott's Hours of Sorrow cheered and comforted (Fourth Edition, 1S49, page 136). But I have ventured to retain it, because it is found in the Collection published by the brother of the authoress (the Rev. H. V. Elliott, of Brighton;, with her initials attached. CXCiv. — From a memoir of the Life of Oberlin, published anony- mously in 1830 (London, Ball). The translator is Mrs. Daniel Wilson, of Islington ; who, since this edition was prepared for the press, has kindly permitted me to give her name. exev. — Five out of ten stanzas (Theodosia's Poems, vol. i. p. 134, of the edition of 1780). The stanzas omitted are the third to the seventh inclusive. ecu. — From The Rivulet (Longman and Co., Second Edition, 1856). ecu 1. — Five out of ten stanzas, from Mant's Holy days of the Chtcrch (vol. ii. page 563). The Bishop's fifth, sixth, sev- enth, ninth, and tenth stanzas are omitted. ccvi. —A curious example of a successful cento. Each stanza is taken from a different hymn by Mason ; the four hymns which have each contributed one stanza being Nos. 6, 7, 9, and 8, of Mason's Songs of Praise. Mr. Gurney who had been to some extent anticipated in this operation, by former Collections— e. g. Montgomery, in the Christian Psalmist, gives a composite hymn of greater length, from the same sources) has introduced some slight verbal altera- tions, which are here retained. ccix. — Five out of eight stanzas {Condcrs Hymns; London, Snow, p. 140). The stanzas omitted are Conder's second, third, and fourth. ccxiii. —The text is that of the second Scotch Paraphrase. It Notes 499 Hymn is slightly different from that printed in Logan's works, where some of the pieces, now ascertained to be by Mi- chael Bruce, are still ascribed to Logan, who originally published them as his own. The true original which be- gins, "O God of Jacob," &c. , is No. 4 of Doddridge's hymns ; it has been re-written, and certainly improved, by Logan. ccxix. — The first five out of six stanzas. cexx. — The first five out of six stanzas (from Watts's Divine Songs for Children, Song 9). cexxm. — Six stanzas out of eight from Lyte's Poems, cliicJJy Religious, London, Nisbet, p. 158). The stanzas omit- ted are the fourth and eighth of Lyte. ccxxiv. — The text of this hymn is from Le Bas's Life of Bishop Middle ton Rivingtons, 1831). ccxxvi. — John Mardley's original is the Humble Lamentation of a Sinner; usually appended to the " Old Version " of the Psalms. In Bishop Heber's book, it is erroneously as- cribed to Sternhold ; and no notice is there taken of the Bishop's extensive variations. ccxxviir. — Three out of four stanzas. The stanza omitted is Mr. Russell's third. cexxix. — This and No. cclii. were communicated to me in manuscript by the kindness of my friend, Mr. Palgrave. CCXXXI. — Three out of four stanzas ; the fourth is that omitted. ccxliii. — From the Marylebone Hymn-Book of 1851. The first two and the fourth lines are by Waring, the rest by a dif- ferent hand, but whose, I have not been able to ascertain. ccxlvi. — The text of this, and of Nos. cclvii. and cclxv., is from an edition published soon after Bishop Ken's death, by Charles Brome, the proprietor of the copyright ; con- taining as I believe the author's latest corrections. The text of the editions of 1700 and 1705, published in the Bishop's lifetime, is materially different, both from that here given, and from all the modern variations. It will be found in Mr. Anderdon's Life of Ken. CCXLVI II. — The last twelve of sixteen stanzas, from the first poem in the Christian Year. CCLII I. — I am indebted for the communication of this hymn and 5co Notes Hymn • No. cclxvi. to the kindness of the author, the Rev. James Ford, Prebendary of Exeter. CCLVL — A variation from Watts's "Dread Sovereign, let my evening song" (No. vn. of Watts's Hymns, Book II.). Browne has altered the metre, and has rewritten and im- proved the whole composition. cclix. — The last twelve of fourteen stanzas, from the second poem in the Christian Year. cclx. — From The New Congregational Hymn Book (Jackson, Walford, & Co.). This is not in the only volume of Park's Hymns which I have seen ; I have therefore been unable to verify the text. CCLXiv. — One couplet only is omitted ; viz. that which, in Dod- dridge's text, follows the sixteenth line. The hymn, as originally, and generally, printed, is divided into three un- equal parts ; the first consisting of eighteen lines, the sec- ond of twenty-eight, and the third of twenty-four. I have ventured to adopt a division into stanzas, as being more suitable for music. cclxvii. — Five out of seven stanzas. The omitted stanzas are Doddridge's second and fifth. cclxix. — This, and No. ccxcix. were first published in Lord Nelson's Salisbury Hymnal; from whence they are taken, and the author's name now for the first time added, by Mr. Keble's and Lord Nelson's kind permission. cclxx. — The repeated couplet is taken from Milton's translation of the 136th Psalm ; with the change of Milton's word "aye " into " still." cclxxvi., cclxxix. — Both these are taken (with four of his own hymns), by the permission of the Rev. Arthur Tozer Rus- sell, from his Hymn Book {Psalms and Hymns, &c, Cambridge, Deighton, 1851^, in which they were first pub- lished. The author is the Rev. Henry Downton, formerly of Chatham, and now of Geneva. CCLXXXi. — This and No. ccclxxxix. are from Parish Musings, by the Rev. Dr. J. S. B. Monsell, Vicar of Egham (Riving- tons, Fifth Edition, i860), and are inserted by his kind permission. cci.xxxn. — From the Islington collection ; Psalms and Hym?is for Public Worship (Ewins, 1855). The author and the original text unknown. Notes 501 Ilvmn CCtxXXV. — Six out of twelve stanzas. Those omitted are the .sixth to the eleventh, inclusive, of JacobL The hymn is at page 189 of Haberkorn's Psalntodia Germanica Lon- don, 1765 . cclxxxvii. — from the Hymn-Book of the Society for Promot- ing Christian Knowledge. I have not ascertained the au- thor, or verified the text : but I believe the Hymn first appeared in the Protestant Episcopal Collection of Hymns (1832 , appended to the version of the Psalms at the end of . the American Prayer- Book. CCLXXXvm. —The last seven out of fourteen stanzas. Hymns and Sacred Poems by J. &> C. Wesley, second edition, 1843, PaSe J92-) cclxxxix. — Seven out of eight stanzas. Montgomery's last stanza is omitted. cexc. — From the late Rev. Edward Bickersteth's Christian Psalmody. The author, and the original text, unknown. cexcu. — Crashaw's hymn is a translation from the Adoro te devote of Thomas Aquinas. It consists of fifty-six lines , from which most of the lines of the present hymn are adopted, with more or less variation. The first abridg- ment less varied than the present, and containing only six stanzas) was Hymn 18 in Austin's Offices; and was re- peated, with the change of one or two words, by Hickes {Devotions, 1706, page 210 . The present text is that of Dorrington's variation from Austin : in whose Reformed Devotions it is Hymn 23. ccxcin. — From the collection of the Rev. R. "Whittingham (Simpkin and Marshall, fourth edition, 1843'. I have not been able to tiace the author, or the original text. ~cxciv. — From Hall's collection : Psalms and Hymns adapted to the Services of the Church 0/ England London. \Vi\\ 1838 . I have not been able to trace the author, or the original text. ccxev. — From the Hymn-Book of the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge. The author, and the original text, unknown. ccxcvi. — From the Rev. R. H. Baynes's Lyra AngUctma Houlston and Wright, 1862, page 67 . Mr. Baynes I from an American collection, in which this and some other 502 Notes Hymn translations from the Latin arc said to be by rainier. In all probability the translator is Mr. Ray Palmer, the au- thor of the hymn No. clxxxii. of this Collection. But 1 have not been able to verify the name or the text. ccxevm. — Ten out of twenty-eight stanzas ; from a poem enti- tled Jesus teaches to die, at page 80 of the fourth volume of Bishop Ken's works (London, 1721). The stanzas omit- ted are the first four ; the tenth to the eighteenth inclu- sive ; the twenty-second to the twenty-fifth inclusive ; and the twenty-eighth. ccc. — This was given to me by a friend, in manuscript ; but had, I believe, been previously in print. I have not been able to discover the author, nor the original text. ccci. — Three out of forty-three stanzas. The poem (a transla- tion from the Hymn of Pruuentius, Circa exequias de- fiaicti) is in Williams's Thoughts in Past Years (Riving* tons, third edition, 1843, page 296). The stanzas selected are at pages 304, 305. cccn. — The last three stanzas of James Montgomery's The Grave (Montgomery's Poetical Works complete in one volume, Longman, page 261). They now constitute, I believe, part of the epitaph on the poet's tomb. cccviii. — Four out of five stanzas. The omitted stanza, a "Gloria," is Chandler's last. cccx. — Five out of six stanzas. The omitted stanza is Browne's last. ("Browne's Hymns and Spiritual Songs, No. 203.) cccxi. — Eight out of nine stanzas. The omitted stanza is Her- bert's last. cccxii. — In Mason's Songs of Praise (No. 19), this hymn ends (as many of Mason's hymns do) with a half-stanza ; the general scheme of division being into stanzas of eight lines. The concluding half-stanza is omitted here. cccxvn. — This hymn was first privately printed in 1833. It was afterwards subdivided into three distinct hymns, in the col- lection of the Rev. H. V. Elliott (the husband of the au- thoress) ; by whose kindness I have been enabled to reunite, in this place, the parts so separated. ccexx. — From the late Rev. Edward Bickersteth's Christian Psalmody. I have not been able to discover the author, or the original text. It is sometimes erroneously attributed to the Hon. & Rev. B. W. Noel. 5° 3 Hymn CCCXXII., ccrxxiv. — Tlic text of both these is from the late I >r. Andrew Reed's collection. Mr. Hastings is an American author ; and, on comparing them with his original text, ■ the first edition of the present volume was published, they appear to be correctly given ; except that the refrain, " Return, return." in No. cccxxiv. is not in Mr. Ha I book [Hymns and Poems. New York, 1S50 . ccexxm. — I am indebted to Mr. Morris, of Worcester, f >r the communication of Mrs. Morris's volume, enl Voice and the Reply" ( Worcester, Grainger , from which this hymn is taken. ccexxv. — From the twenty-ninth edition [published about 1 of Dr. Rippon's Hymn-Book ; where it is attributed to Dr. Collyer. It is not in Dr. Collyer's own collecti 1C12 ; and I have not succeeded in tracing it beyoo Rippon's book. cccxxvi. — By an .American author, whose name I have not been able to ascertain. It was communicated by him t Elliott, the authoress of the hymn by which it v gested, "Just as I am," &c. No. cxlvii. of this % and the text [which I have not had the means of verify- ing), is from a small printed tract, without date. [The B of the author has been supplied in the text.] ccexxix. — This was kindly communicated to me in manuscript, by the author, Robert Smith, Esq. of Holloway. ccexxxv. — Thirteen out of sixteen stanzas, from II rums and Sacred Poems, by Charles Wesley, vol. i. p. 40 [•Farley, Bristol, second edition, 1755 • cccxxxvn. — The hymn from which these eight stanzas are taken was first published in twenty-two stanzas in Spirit- ual Songs by J. and C. Wesley vol. i. p. 224. fourth edi- tion, 1743 . Afterwards in the seventeenth edition Bristol, 1773, p. 30 it was reduced to sixteen stanzas. 1 a both it begins, "And wilt Thou yet be found." CCCXLix. — Miss Elliott's name is now through the kindness of her brother, the Rev. H. V. Elliott, in obtaining for me her permission first made public, as the authoress of this hymn. Through some accidental error it is ascribed in the Rev. H. V. Elliott's Collection to Wesley; and the same mistake has been transferred to Ryle's :rchier's Solace in Sicknesx probably other 1 • 1 - 504 Notes Hymn cccli. — Six out of seven stanzas (Hymns and Sacred Poems, vol. ii. p. 146, second edition, 1743). Wesley's last stanza is omitted ; and a change of arrangement, which the Wes- leys themselves sanctioned in the Hymn Book for Meth- odists, is adopted, by placing as last of the six the stanza which is second in the original text. ccclvi. — Five out of six stanzas. Browne's last is omitted. ccclviii. — Five out of eight stanzas. Those omitted are Mr. Massie's third, fourth, and seventh. (From Martin Lu- ther's Spiritual Songs, translated by R. Massie, Esq. of Eccleston, Hatchard, 1854.) ccclxiii. — From the original, as printed, with music, by the late Baron Bunsen, and communicated to me by a friend. ccclxiv. — In most of the editions of Kelly's hymns (including that of 1836;, this is a hymn of ten stanzas ; of which the fifth, sixth, seventh, and tenth are here omitted. In the edition of 1812, it was reduced by the author himself to six stanzas ; being (except the last) the same with the present text. The last stanza of that edition was unequal to the rest ; and was omitted by the author in all the later editions. CCCLXViil. — From Sacred Poetry (Oliphant, Edinburgh, seventh edition, 1828). I have not been able to trace the author, or the original text. ccclxx. — The last seven of twenty stanzas ; from Erskine's Gos- pel Sonnets (twentieth edition, Berwick, Phorson, 1788, page 272). ccclxxvi. — (From Lyte's Poems, chiefly Religious, page 41). This hymn had been in circulation several years before the publication of that volume, and will be found in the Chris- tian Psalmist (1825), ar.d in Hymns for Private Devo- tion, Selected and Original (Hatchard, 1827). It has sometimes been erroneously attributed to Miss Grenfell. CCCLXXXL, ccclxxxii. — I am indebted for the communication of the volumes from which these two pieces are taken {Songs for the Suffering, and The Family Hymnal, London, Hamilton, Adams, & Co.), to the kindness of the author, the Rev. Thomas Davis, Incumbent of Roundhay, York- shire. CCCLXXXVH. — Five out of nine stanzas (from Watts's Hymn 59, Notes r0[- Hymn of Rook 2). The stanzas omitted are the first, second, fifth, and sixth. CCCXC — Five out of six stanzas. The omitted stanza is the fourth of Watts. CCCXCII. — This has been made up by putting together two stan- zas taken from No. 23 ^with some slight variation , and two others taken (without variation) from No. 28 of Mason's Songs of Praise. Lady Huntingdon added two stanzas more from the latter hymn, which are here omitted. cccci. — Six out of eight stanzas. The stanzas omitted are Kel- ly's second and third. ccccii.— This is greatly altered from the original by Henry Fletcher; it first appeared in his Poetic Sketches, 1853. cccciii. — From Hymns and A nthevis (Fox, Paternoster Row), a volume edited by the late Mr. William Johnson Fox ; to whom this hymn was given for publication by the author- ess, who afterwards left England for America. CCCCI x. — From Thoughts for Thoughtful Hours Nelson. Ed- inburgh, 1859). "H- L L" is the signature of th* trans- lators of II y tuns from the Laud of Luther. 506 Notes. NOTES TO ADDITIONAL HYMNS. i. — I am indebted to the Rev. J. Keble for permission, ob- tained through him, to introduce this and the other ad- ditional Hymns of the late Professor Joseph Anstice. The two numbered cclxxiii. and cccxxvn. I had previ- ously taken from the Child's Christian Year (in which the additional Hymn, No. 24, wiJl also be found). The collected hymns of the author have never been made pub- lic, though they were privately printed, after his death, in 1836. v. — The first four out of five stanzas. vii. — From Bishop Mant's Holidays of the Church, &c, vol. i. p. 300. viii. — This is the original translation of Mr. Williams (omitting the last twelve lines), of which Hymn lxi. is a variation. xi. — The text is that of the 58th Scotch Paraphrase ; and al- though differing from that given in Logan's works, may be regarded as altered by himself, or wilii his authority. xn. — Five out of six stanzas {Ohiey Hyni7is, Book I. No. 53). xiv. — This is No. 856 in Dr. Collyer's Hymn-Book of 1812. Dr. Collyer, in a note, states, that he is himself the author of the last three stanzas, having never seen more than the first, which (following a popular error) he assumes to be a translation from Luther, by whose name it is usually called, and to one of whose tunes it is set and sung. The orig- inal German hymn, however, on which this is founded, (beginning " Es ist geivisslich an der Zeit") is not by Luther, but by Bartholomew Ringwald. 1 have not been able to discover the author of the first English stanza. xvi. xvi 1 1. — These two popular hymns constitute parts of Dr. Neale's translation of The Rhythm of Bernard de Mor~ laix, Monk of Clany, on the Celestial Country. (Lon- don : J. T. Hayes, 1862.) The entire translation is very long (442 lines). The Latin original begins with the line, " Hora novissima, tempora pessima sunt, vigilemus.'" xxii. xxx. — From Hy 77171s from the Gospel of the Day for each Simday a7id the Festivals of our Lord, by the Rev. J. E. Bode. (Oxford and London : J. H. & J. Parker, i860.) xxvii. — I am indebted for this to the kindness of the translator. xxxi. — The first four out of five stanzas (Olney Ify77i/is, Book L No. 50). Xxxiv.— I am indebted for this to the author. LIST OF AUTHORS. Adams, Sarah Flower (1840) ccccm Addison, Joseph (1722) xm. clxxiii, CCXVI, a 23 Alexander, Cecil Frances (1853 - 1858) cxlviii, clxiii Alford, Henrv(i845) xcn, cxxx, cclxxiv, cclxxxiii, cccix Anstice, Joseph (1836) cclxxiii, cccxxvi 1, A 1, a ii, a 13, A 25 Auber, Harriett (1829) xl Austin, John (1668) xxvi, lxx, clxxxix, ccxcii, ccclxvii Baker, Sir Henry (1857- i86i)clxii, cxcii, cclxx Bakewell, John (1760) lxxi Ball, William (1825) ccclxviii Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (1773) lviii, cxxxviii, cclxxi, a 35 Bathurst, William Hiley (1831) lvi, en, clxxv, clxxxiv, CCXCI Baxter, Richard (1681) clxxxvi Beddome, Benjamin [1818J cccxlii Berridge, John (1785) cxin, cc Bickersteth, Edward Henry (1858) ccxxn Bode, John Ernest (i860) a 22, a 30 Bonar, Horatius (1856) CXCVII, CCCXXXIII, CCCLXIX, CCCLXXIV, A 28 Bowdler, John (1814) xxn, ccxxxiv Bowly, Mary (1847) ccccvni Browne, J. E. (1849) ccc Browne, Simon (1720) xcvi, CCLVI, cccx, ccclvi Browne, T. B. (1844) xxv Bruce, Michael (1768) lxxxi, a 9 Burns, James D. (1854) cccxm Byrom, John (1773) cccxxxviii Cameron, William (1770) cxiv Cawood, John (1816) a 19 508 List of Authors Cennick, John (1742) xc, cxxvi, ccclii Chandler, John (1837) LXI> cxxviii, cxxxix, CCLI, cccvin Chapman, Robert C. (1837) ccclxxv Conder, Josiah (1856) lxxvi, lxxxviii, ccix Collyer, William Bengo [1829] cccxxv, a 14 Cook, Russell S. (1850) cccxxvi Cotterill, Thomas [1810- 1819] v, ccxciii Cowper, William (1779) cv, cxxxvi, cxliii, cxc, cccxlvi, CCCLXXI, CCCLXXVIII, CCCLXXXV, CCCLXXXVIII, CCCXCI, CCCXCV, A 31 Crash aw, Richard (1646) ccxcn Crossman, Samuel (1664) cix, cliii Cox, Frances Elizabeth (1841) cccxxxn Davis, Thomas (1859, i860) ccclxxxi, ccclxxxii, a 34 Darling, Thomas (1857) vn Denny, Sir Edward (1848) clxxvi Dix, William Chatterton (1861) xli Doddridge, Philip (1755) xlii, cxviii, cxxix, cxxxi, clix, CCVII, CCXII, CCXIII, cclxiv, cclxvii, cclxxvii, cclxxx, CCCIV, CCCXVIII, CCCXCIII, a 29 Dorrington, Theophilus (1686) CCXCII Downton, Henry (1851) cclxxvi, cclxxix Drennan, William (1815) cxxxvn Dyson, Charles (1816) ccclix Edmeston, James (1820) ccxxvii, cccxcvi Elliott, Charlotte (1836) cxlvii, cxciii, cccxxviii, cccxlix, cccl, ccclxxii Elliott, Julia Anne (1833) cccxvn Erskine, Ralph (1734) ccclxx Fanch, James (1791) lxxiii Fletcher, Henry (1853) ccccn Flowerdew, Anne (181 1) cclxviii Ford, James (1856) ccliii, cclxvi Gibbons, Thomas (1784) xvi, cccxciv Gisborne, Thomas (1803) cxix Grant, Sir Robert (1806-1839) xxi, lxviii, cvii, ccl .~viii Grigg, Joseph (1765) cccxxx Grinfield, Thomas (1836) xxxn, ccvm, ccxcvn Gurney, John Hampden (1851) xvm, cxlix, ccvi, cclxxii, a 20 List of Authors 509 Hammond, William (1745) xcv, cxxvn, ccclxxiii Hart, Joseph (1759) xcvin Hastings, Thomas [1842] cccxxn, cccxxiv Havergal, William Henry (1833) lxxix Haweis, Thomas (1792) ccxxxix Heber, Bishop Reginald (181 1 - 1827) 1, lxxxiv, lxxxvii, cxvii, CXLI, CLXXVII, CCXIV, CCXXV, CCXXVI, CCXLII, CCLXI, CCCV, CCCXXXI, CCCLXI, A 2, A IO Herbert, Algernon [1839] ccclxiii Herbert, George (1632) xx, cccxi Hill, Rowland (1783- 1796) cxn, clii How, William Walsham (i860) l, cclxxxvi Hunt, John (1853) x Huntingdon, Selina, Countess of (17S0) cccxcn Hurn, William (1813) lxxxvi, cm Irons, William Josiah (1853) cxcvi Jacobi, John Christian (1722) c, cclxxxv Keble, John (1827-1857) xiv, xxxi, xcm, ccxlviii, cclix, cclxix, ccxcix Kelly, Thomas (1804- 1836) xxxv, xliii, xi.v, xlix, lxxviii, LXXXV, CXX, CXXI, CXXIV, CLXXIX, CCXV, CCLXII, CCCXVI, CCCXXI, CCCLX1V, CCCCI Ken, Bishop Thomas (1709- 1721) ccxlvi, cclvii, cclxv, ccxcviii Kirke-White, Henry (1803 - 1806) cxxn, cclviii Logan, John (1770) ccxm Lynch, Thomas Toke (1855) ecu Lyte, Henry Francis (1833- 1847) XI, XXIII, xxiv, liii, exxxn, CLXXXIII, CLXXXVIII, CCXXIII, ccxxxv, CCXXXVI, CCXXXVII, CCCXV, CCCLXV, CCCLXXVI, CCCLXXXVI, CCCCV Madan, Martin (1760) xc, exxvu Maitland, Fanny Fuller (1827) cxxn Mant, Bishop Richard (1831 - 1837) 11, lxix, ci, ccm, a 7 Mardley, John (1562) ccxxvi Marriott, John (1816) clxxx Mason, John (1683) civ, cevi, cccxn, cccxcn Massie, Richard (1854) ccclviii Medley, Samuel (1789-1800) cli, cccxl Middleton, Bishop Thomas Fanshaw [1831] ccxxiv 510 List of Authors Miles, Sarah A. [1840] lxvi Millard, James Elwin (1848) iv Milman, Henry Hart (1822 - 1827) ccxxxviii, cccvi, a 3, A 4 Mogridge, George [1851] lxii Monsell, John S. B. (1837 -1850) ccclxxxi, ccclxxxix Montgomery, James (1803- 1853) 111, xxxvi, lxxx, xcix, cxi, cxv, clv, clxiv, clxix, clxx, clxxviii, ccxxi, cclxxxix, CCCII, CCCVII, CCCXIX, CCCLX, CCCCX, A 17, A 33 Moore, Henry [1806] ccclxii Morris, Eliza Fanny [1858J cccxxin Morrison, John (1770) xxxix, cccxliv Muhlenberg, William Augustus (1826) cclxxxvii Neale, John Mason (1851 - 1854) xxix, lxiv, ccliv, a 16, a 18 Newman, John Henry (i833)cccciv Newton, John (1779) xlvii, lv, lxxvii, cxvi, cxxv, clxvi, CLXXXI, CXCIX, CCXIX, CCXLI, CCLXXVIII, CCCXXXIV, CCCLXXXIV, CCCXCVII, A 12, A 26, A 32 Noel, Baptist Wriothesley (1841) ccclxxix Olivers, Thomas (1757-1772) xci, ccccxi Osler, Edward (1856) ccxliv, ccxciv, cclxxxii Palgrave, Francis Turner (1862) ccxxix, cclii Palmer, Ray [1840] clxxxii, ccxcvi Parr, Harriett (1855) cclx Quarles, John (1654) VII Reed, Andrew (1842) clxvii Rickards, Samuel (1825) xxxvn Russell, Arthur Tozer (185 1) lxvii, ccxxviii, cclxxv, ccclv Ryland, John (1777) ccx, ccxi Seagrave, Robert (1748) clxv Sears, Edmund H. (1850) xxxvin Scott, Robert Allan (1839) clxxii Scott, Sir Walter (1805) a 15 Skelton, Philip (1784) xxviii Smith, Robert (1862) cccxxix Steele, Anne (1760) clx, cxcv, cccxxxv, cccxli Swain, Joseph (1792) cxxxiv Tate, Nahum(i703) xxxm Taylor, Bishop Jeremy (1653) clxxiv. List of Authors 51 1 Toke, Mary Emma (1S51) lxv Tomalin, James Bullivant [1S60] a 27 Toplady, Augustus Montague (1759- 1777) C, cxlv, clvi, cci, CCCLIV, CCCC, CCCCVII, CCCCXII Turner, Daniel (1791) lxxiii Waring, Anna Laetitia (1850- i860) cxcviii Waring, Samuel Miller (1827) CCXL I il Watts, Isaac (1709- 1720) vi, vm, ix, xn, XV, xvn, XLivr, XLVIII, LII, LXIII, LXXII, LXXIV, LXXXII, LXXXIII, XCVII, CVI, cx;v, cxxin, cxxxin, cxlii, cliv, CLVin, clxi, clxviii, CLXXI, CCIV, CCXVII, CCXVIII, CCXX, CCXXXIII, CCXLV, CCXLVII, CCLVI,CCCIII, CCCXIV, CCCLIII, CCCLXVI, CCCLXX VII, CCCLXXXI 1 1, CCCLXXXVII, cccxc, a 5, A 6 Wesley, Charles (1739- 1762) vm, xxxiv, xlvi, liv, lix, lxxv, LXXXIX, XC, CXL, CXLIV, CXLVI, CLVII, CLXXXV, CLXXXVII, CXCI, CCXL, CCL, CCLXIII, CCLXXXVIII, CCCXXXV, CCCXXXVII, CCCXXXIX, CCCXLIII, CCCXLV, CCCXLVII, CCCLI, CCCLVII, A 21 Wesley, John (1739- 1743) lxx, cxxxv, ccxxx, cccxlviii, cccc vi White, Henry Kirke (see Kirke White) Williams, Isaac (1838- 1842) xix, xxx, lxi, ccci, ccclxxx, a 8 Williams, William (1759- 1774) li, ccxxxi, ccxxxii Wilson, Mrs. Daniel (1830) cxciv Winxworth, Catherine (185S) cccxcix Wither, George (1641) xxvn, ccxlix, cclv, cclxxxiv Wordsworth, William (1834) a 24 Anonymous, from miscellaneous Collections, lx, cx, cl, ccv, ccxc, ccxcv, cccxx Ditto, " F. B. P." [1616] cvin Ditto, " H. L. L." [1859] ccccix Ditto, "M. G .T." (1S31) lvii Ditto, from Ordination Service [1662] xciv INDEX OF FIRST LINES Abide with me ! fast falls the even-tide Accept, my God, my evening song . Again the Lord of Life and Light All praise to Him who dwells in bliss All praise to Thee, my God, this night Almighty God, Thy piercing eye And can it be, that I should gain And have I measured half my days And shall I sit alone Another year hath fled ; renew A poor wayfaring man of grief Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat . As o'er the past my memory strays A soldier's course, from battles won . As with gladness men of old A thousand years have fleeted . Awake, and sing the song Awake, my soul, and with the sun Awake, my soul, awake to prayer Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes Away with sorrow's sigh Before Jehovah's awful throne . Behold ! a Stranger 's at the door Behold, the morning sun . Behold ! the Mountain of the Lord Behold the sun, that seemed but now Beneath Thy cross I lay me down Beyond the glittering starry globe . Blest are the humble souls that see 33 Page 43i 271 62 278 272 235 369 355 362 294 M3 257 283 296 34 9 34S 119 92 270 56 81 5H Index of First Lines Blest be Thy love, dear Lord 206 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 58 Bright was the guiding star that led . . . . . 47 Brother, thou art gone before us ; and thy saintly soul is flown 322 By faith in Christ I walk with God 410 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 35 Child of sin and sorrow 341 Children of the Heavenly King 142 Christ is our corner-stone 324 Christ, my hidden Life, appear 382 Christ the Lord is risen to-day 63 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 263 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire .... io3 Come, Holy Spirit, come 111 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove no Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove in Come, let us join our friends above 154 Come, let us to the Lord our God 364 Come, my soul, Thy suit prepare . . . . . 199 Come, O come ! in pious lays ...... 28 Come, O thou Traveller unknown 365 Come, take my yoke, the Saviour said .... 347 Come, we that love the Lord I3) Come, ye thankful people, come 293 Commit thou all thy griefs ...... 432 Compared with Christ, in all beside 379 Day of anger, that dread Day 103 Dearest of names, our Lord, our King .... 165 Deathless principle, arise J?1 Early, my God, without delay ."416 Earth to earth, and dust to dust 164 Ere another Sabbath's close 337 Eternal God, of beings First . . . . . . 381 Eternal source of every joy 286 Exalted high at God's right hand 123 Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee .... 393 Far from my heavenly home 391 Far from these narrow scenes of night . . . .175 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee ..... 405 Father, I know that all my life ...... 214 Father of Love, our Guide and Friend .... 212 P'ierce passions discompose the mind ..... 397 Forever with the Lord 439 I tide. x of First Li 5'5 Forth from the dark and stormy sky Forth in Thy Name, () Lord, I go For Thy mercy and Thy grace Fountain of mercy ! God of love Friend after friend departs . From all that dwell below the skies From Egypt lately come From Greenland's icy mountains Full of weakness and of sin Glorious things of thee are spoken God eternal, Lord of all God is our Refuge, tried and proved God moves in a mysterious way . God of mercy, throned on high God of my salvation, hear God of that glorious gift of grace God of the morning, at whose voice God, that madest earth and heaven Go up, go up, my heart Go, worsh'p at Immanuel's feet Gracious Spirit, dwell with me Great God, whose universal sway Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah Hail, thou bright and sacred morn Hail, Thou once despised Jesus . Hail to the Lord's Anointed Happy soul ! thy days are ended Happy the man, whose hopes rely Hark ! how all the welkin rings . Hark, my soul, how everything Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour come Hark, 't is a martial sound ! . Harp, awake ! tell out the story Haste, traveller, haste ! the night comes o: He who on earth as man was known Hear, gracious God ! a sinner's cry Hear, gracious God ! my humble moan Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father . Heavenly Father, to whose eye Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness Holy, holy, holy Lord Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 238 203 293 2S7 179 254 140 94 6 247 417 308 160 299 259 277 400 377 218 94 243 334 77 90 173 27 363 49 137 295 343 S7 361 362 276 S.6 I 7i d ex of First Li, Holy Spirit, gently come . Holy Spirit, in my breast Hosanna ! raise the pealing hymn . Hosanna to the Living Lord ! How blest the sacred tie that binds . How bright these glorious spirits shine How gentle God's commands How rich thy favors, God of grace How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds How vast the treasure we possess I give immortal praise I heard the voice of Jesus say I praised the earth, in beauty seen . I saw, and lo ! a countless throng I sing th' almighty power of God In evil long I took delight In memory of the Saviour's love Interval of grateful shade In token that thou shalt not fear It came upon the midnight clear Jerusalem, my happy home Jerusalem, my happy home . Jesu ! behold, the Wise from far Jesu ! guide our way Jesu, lover of my soul Jesu, my strength, my hope Jesu, Thou art my Righteousness Jesu ! who for my transgression Jesus, cast a look on me . Jesus Christ is risen to-day . » Jesus, I my cross have taken Jesus ! lead us with Thy power . Jesus, my all, to Heaven is gone Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Jesus, the Shepherd of the sheep Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts . Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes Jesus, when near th' expected hour Jesus, where'er Thy people meet Join all the glorious names . Joy to the world, the Lord is come . Just as I am, without one plea Just as thou art, without one trace . «5 89 156 15.3 130 228 146 53 409 443 T9 '353 3" 279 301 45 121 126 76 241 251 374 159 380 216 65 402 244 375 93 230 3i3 193 3*5 151 7S 50 162 345 Index of First Li tics 5*7 Lamb of God, I look to Thee Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us Let all the world in every corner sing Let all the world rejoice Let Jacob to his Maker sing Let me be with Thee where Thou art . Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart . Lo ! God is here ! Let us adore . Lo ! He comes ! let all adore Him . Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending Lo ! He comes with clouds descending Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest Lord ! come away .... Lord God of morning and of night Lord God the Holy Ghost Lord, I feel a carnal mind Lord, in the day Thou art about ' . Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead Lord Jesu, when we stand afar Lord ! may the inward grace abound . Lord of hosts ! to Thee we raise Lord of my life, whose tender care Lord of the harvest ! once again Lord of the harvest ! Thee we hail Lord of the Sabbath ! hear our vows Lord of the worlds above Lord, Thou hast formed mine every part Lord, when before Thy throne we meet Lord, when I lift my voice to Thee . Mercy alone can meet my case . Much in sorrow, oft in woe Must friends and kindred droop and die My faith looks up to Thee My God and Father, while I stray My God, my King, Thy various praise My God, now I from sleep awake My God, the Spring of all my joys . My life 's a shade, my days . My Lord, my love, was crucified My Shepherd will supply my need My soul, amid this stormy world My soul, repeat His praise . 306 431 240 22 11 419 398 194 150 49 100 101 412 *93 265 112 217 223 288 55 300 323 222 292 291 335 148 190 312 202 235 13S 320 200 209 189 2S1 404 167 329 232 400 157 5 1 8 Index of First Lines My spirit longeth for Thee 359 My spirit on Thy care . . . . . . . 205 My trust is in the Lord 246 Nearer, my God, to Thee 429 Not unto us, Almighty Lord 13 Now I have found the ground wherein .... 370 Now is the hour of darkness past 84 Now it belongs not to my care 204 Now let our mourning hearts revive 320 Now let us join with hearts and tongues .... 59 Now may He, who from the dead 252 Now Morning lifts her dewy veil 65 Now to Him, who loved us, gave us 253 O day most calm, most bright 327 O for a closer walk with God 414 O for an heart to praise my God 207 O for a thousand tongues to sing 52 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 228 O God, Thou art my God alone 188 O God, Thy grace and blessing give .... 165 O God, unseen, yet ever near 311 O happy saints, who dwell in light 129 O happy soul, that lives on high 392 O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen 372 O Holy Lord, content to live 305 O house of Jacob, come . 96 O how kindly hast Thou led me 224 O Israel, to thy tents repair 138 O Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace 264 O Jesus, Saviour of the lost 236 O King of earth, and air, and sea 229 O King of kings, before whose throne .... 8 O Lamp of Life ! that on the bloody Cross . . . 385 O Lord, another day is flown 274 O Lord, how good, how great art Thou .... 57 O Lord, how joyful 't is to see 154 O Lord, how little do we know 399 O Lord, I would delight in Thee 227 O Lord, my best desire fulfil 207 O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart . . . . 210 O Lord, turn not Thy face away ...... 239 O most merciful ........ 253 O Saviour, is Thy promise fled ...... 195 Index of First Lines 5*9 love O Saviour, may we never rest () send me clown a draught of love . 0 Spirit of the living God O that my load of sin were gone O Thou, from whom all goodness flows O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend O Thou, to whose all-searching sight . O Thou, who earnest from above () Thou, whose tender mercy hears () time of tranquil joy and holy feeling () timely happy, timely wise () worship the King .... Of Thy love some gracious token ( )h help us, Lord ! each hour of need ()!> what, if we are Christ's . On God the race of man depends On the mountain's top appearing Our God, our help in ages pat Our life is but an idle play . Our praise Thou need'st not ; but Thy Palms of glory, raiment bright Pleasant are Thy courts above . Plunged in a gulf of dark despair Poor child of sin and woe Praise, my soul, the King of heaven Praise, O praise our God and King . Praise the Lord, His glories show Praise the Lord of Heaven, praise Him in the height Praise to God, immortal praise Praise to the radiant Source of bliss Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Quiet, Lord, my froward heart Receive him, Eanh, unto thine harboring s Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears . the Lord is King Rejoice, though storms assail thee . Rest, weary soul .... Return, O wanderer, to thy home Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Rojk of Ages, cleft for me Round the Lord in glory seated . Salvation ! O the joyful sound . Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes 60 396 !/> 363 250 371 242 205 357 330 260 2o3 17 95 1S2 33S 21 L3I *47 57 342 25 2S9 26 27 M5 215 3i9 201 85 42S 433 179 160 4 61 520 Index of First Lines Saviour, when in dust to Thee . Saviour, who, exalted high . Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding See, the ransomed millions stand Shall I fear, O Earth, thy bosom Shepherd of Israel, from above . Shine on our souls, eternal God Since Thou hast added now, O God Sing to the Lord, our might Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice . Sleep well, my dear ; sleep safe and free . Sometimes a light surprises .... Source of good, whose power controls Sovereign Ruler of the skies Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them Spirit ! leave thine house of clay Star of morn and even .... Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear Sweet baby, sleep ! what ails my dear Sweet is the Spirit's strain . . . . Sweet is the work, my God, my King Sweet place, sweet place alone The child leans on its parent's breast The billows swell, the winds are high . The day, O Lord, is spent The day of rest once more comes round The foe behind, the deep before The God of Abraham praise The Head that once was crowded with thorns The heaven of heavens cannot contain The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice The Lord Jehovah reigns .... The Lord my pasture shall prepare . The Lord my Shepherd is The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow The lovely form of God's own Church The race that long in darkness pined The roseate hues of early dawn . The scene around me disappears The Son of God goes forth to war The Son of God ! the Lord of Life . The spacious firmament on high . The spring-tide hour 73 74 305 98 409 309 223 262 332 24 3^4 411 3*4 225 197 170 241 275 301 345 33i 123 406 420 269 333 68 440 £8 231 233 97 3*5 46 178 42 133 67 *4 4'5 Index of First Lines 521 The starry firmament on high 120 The strain upraise of joy and praise .... 32 The voice that breathed o'er Eden . . . . .317 The waves of trouble, how they rise . . . . 173 The winds were howling o'er the deep .... 350 The world can neither give nor take .... 418 Thee we adore, eternal Lord . . . . . . 7 There is a blessed Home ....... 177 There is a book, who runs may read . . . . -15 There is a calm for those who weep . . . . 319 There is a dwelling-place above ...... 220 There is a fountain filled with blood .... 158 There is a land of pure delight 176 There is a pure and peaceful wave 394 There is a River, deep and broad . . . . . nT) There is a safe and secret place 248 There is a Stream, which issues forth 117 There is an hour, when I must part 101 There 's not a bird, with lonely nest 405 They talked of Jesus, as they went . . . . . 313 Thou art gone to the grave : but we will not deplore thee . 321 Thou art gone up on high ...... 70 Thou God of Love ! beneath thy sheltering wings . .318 Thou, great Creator, art possest 144 Thou Judge of quick and dead 98 Thou, who didst stoop below 71 Thou, whose Almighty word 199 Though, by sorrows overtaken 389 Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day .... 43 Through the day Thy love hath spared us 278 Through the love of God our Saviour 437 Thus saith God of His Anointed 51 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess . . . .18 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 213 T is come, the time so oft foretold 38 'T is Heaven begun below 149 To God, ye choir above, begin 30 To Heaven I lift mine eye 246 To Him, who for our sins was slain ..... 7-' To-morrow, Lord, is Thine 298 To Thee, my God, whose Presence fills .... 419 To Thy temple I repair 33^ Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 245 522 Index of First Lin We seek a rest beyond the skies We sing His love, who once was slain We sing the praise of Him who died Weary of wandering from my God Welcome, sweet day, of days the best We '11 sing, in spite of scorn We 're bound for yonder land . We 've no abiding city here . What are these in bright array What sudden blaze of song . Whate'er my God ordains is right When all Thy mercies, O my God When at mid-day my task I p!y When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend . When Christ the Lord would come on earth When Christ, with all His graces crowned When gathering clouds around I view When God of old came down from Heaven When languor and disease invade When I survey life's varied scene When I survey the wondrous cross . When Israel, by Divine command When Jesus left His Father's throne When shall Thy love constrain When wounded sore the stricken soul While shepherds watched their flocks by night Whi'e with ceaseless course the sun . Wiry comes this fragrance on the summer breeze Why do we mourn departing friends Why should I fear the darkest hour Why should I, in vain repining With all the powers my poor soul hath With tearful eyes I look around Worship, honor, glory, blessing . Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell Ye servants of the Lord Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough Yes, God is good ; in earth and sky Your harps, ye trembling saints 1S1 166 54 359 326 41 427 39° 137 191 2C6 413 /|22 ro6 425 2ir 54 141 307 353 103 39 297 407 1G9 421 421 310 346 253 174 135 Index of First Lines 523 ADDITIONAL HYMNS, All wondering on the desert ground Almighty God ! Thy word is cast Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes Bound upon th' accursed tree . fe is here our portion . Brightest and best of the sons of the mornin, Come, let us join our cheerful songs Eternal Beam of Light Divine . Father ! by Thy love and power . Fearless, calm, and strong in love For mercies, countless as the sands Great God, what do I see and hear Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face Jerusalem the golden Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee Lord of mercy and of might Lo ! the day the Lord hath made . Morning lifts her dewy veil My God, and is Thy table spread Not all the blood of beasts Now, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal O Lord, our languid souls inspire One there is, above all others Pour out Thy Spirit from on high Ride on ! ride on in majesty . Saviour, who didst from Heaven come down Songs of praise the angels sang That day of wrath, that dreadful day Thou the cup of death didst drain Thou, who hast called us by Thy Word . Up to the throne of God is borne . When came in flesh th' Incarnate Word . When rising from the bed of death When Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest . Where high the heavenly Temple stands <72 469 435 452 468 453 454 47i 475 484 4S2 464 478 406 470 459 455 457 4S0 453 477 482 4^2 483 45i 478 4^7 4^5 400 481 474 463 473 449 458 La —