FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Pinion g<£l" The grace that calls us to thy thrcne. III E DC 7o« Isaiah, 57 : 15. 1 Great God ! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers ; With joy we now to thee resign These solemn, consecrated hours : Oh, may our souls, adoring, own The grace that calls us to thy throne. 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly ! Where God resides appear no more ; Omniscient God, thv piercing eye Can every secret thought explore; Oh, may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart ; Oli, may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart; Then shall the day indeed be thine : Then shall our souls, adoring, own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 79. Psalm 19. i Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare ; The firmament displays thy skill ; The changing clouds, the viewless air, Tempest and calm thy word fulfill ; Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night thy knowledge teach. _k 2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear, Well known the language of their song, When one by one the stars appear, Led by the silent moon along, Till round the earth, from all the sky, Thy beauty beams on every eye. 3 While these transporting visious shine, Along the path of Providence, Glory eternal, joy divine, Thy word reveals, transcending sense; My soul thy goodness longs to see, Thy love to man, thy love to me. SO. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here ; Weary and weak thy grace we pray ; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tossed; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 3 " GOD GENEVA. C. M. When all thy mercies, O my God, I. When all thy mer-cies, O my God, My ris - ing soul sur-vey: ^ i — ' I — 'I N ^ ^— Hr O Psalm 93. 1 With glory clad, with strength arrayed, The Lord that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundation strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. 2 How surely stablished is Thy throne Which shall no change nor period see ; For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone, Art God from all eternity. 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss their troubled waves on high ; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, And they that in Thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. I Psalm 93. 1 Jehovah reigns ; He dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might ; The world, created by His hands, Still on its firm foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies ; Vain floods that aim their rage so high ! At Thy rebuke the billows die. 10 4 Forever shall Thy throne endure, Thy promise stand forever sure ; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwelling of Thy grace. 2 Psalm 63. 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim ; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; The glories that compose Thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, Thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God ; And I am Thine, by sacred ties, Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For Thee I long, to Thee I look, As travellers in thirsty lands, Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet I love to appear Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face ; Oft have I seen Thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. 5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And cheer the remnant of my days. DOXOLOGY. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth and all in heaven. THE LORD'S DAY CANTERBURY. C. P. M. I l -,- >**+*, f f= m^mmm -r~r - g. — ^ — * — ^ — *- d: ^■— -e- a S s S=5g— - g> tS>- ' I - -4- *=if* I ^--^ :g: — r _ 606 Psalm i22. The festal morn, my God, is come, That calls me to Thy hallowed dome, Thy presence to adore : My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps Thy courts ascend, And tread the saced floor. With joy shall I behold the day That calls my thirsting soul away To dwell among the blest ! For lo, my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And leads me to His rest ! E'en now, to my expecting eyes, The heaven-built towers of Salem rise : E'en now, with glad survey I view her mansions that contain The angel forms, a beauteous train, And shine with cloudless day. Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo, the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring : Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail the immortal King:. 607 Welcome sweet Day, of days the best, The time of holy mirth and rest ! To God's own house repair, To hear His word and see His face, To learn His will and sing His grace, To join in praise and prayer. This is employment all divine • My soul, the blest assembly join, And from the world retire : Go, bow before thy Maker's throne, Thy risen Saviour's glories own, And fan devotion's fire. Forget the trifles here below, The shining heap, the gaudy show, Vain mirth and worldly cares ; On wings of strong devotion rise, Pass every cloud, pass all the skies, And soar above the stars. To God direct thy steady flight, Great Fund of bliss and Source of light, And there delight thine eyes ; View every shining wonder o'er, And with transported heart adore, And feast in Paradise. ti MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. GILEAD. L M. 2m=m=££^=£^ mm ■<= ' m 3 r~ 3zib :^^^«=8 :-t= z^~ :,s: — CL :^=:fc=~ ^fe^: ^5 ^S_ 33E T=P g-=€=rf=^===ij §11 CA. Psalm 19. i The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; 4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ! 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing as they shine, — "The hand that made us is divine." Psalm 97. the Lord, the Saviour 55 1 He reigns ! reigns ! Praise Him in evangelic strains : Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice. 12 2 Deep are His counsels, and unknown ; But grace and truth support His throne ; Though gloomy clouds His ways sur- round, Justice is their eternal ground. 3 In robes of judgment, lo, He comes, Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs ! Before Him burns devouring fire ; The mountains melt, the seas retire ! 4 His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day . Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption 's nigh ! CO Psalm 106. 1 O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past Hath stood, and shall forever last. 2 Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless ! What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ! 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to Thy chosen dost afford ; When Thou return'st to set them free, Let Thy salvation visit me. 4 O may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity, That I the joyful choir may join, And count Thy people's triumph mine. PRAISE TO GOD Haydn. I. Awake, my tongue, th> trib - ute bring To him who gave thee power to sing : =fc mm ^ h iJ&l F^¥ fff II II Praise him, who is... all praise a-bove, The source of wis-domand of love. J . O- J JJJ-I I20 2 How vast his knowledge! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned ! The stars he numbers, and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. 3 Thro' each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold; Earth, air, and mighty seas combine To speak his wisdom all divine. 4 But in redemption, oh, what grace ! Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace! Here wisdom shines forever bright ; Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. Needham. 121 i Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 2 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise Immortal honors to his name ; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, His wondrous goodness to proclaim. 3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky ; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. Watts. 122 i The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; 4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing, as they shine — "The hand that made us is divine." Addison. 13 PRAISE TO GOD. ALFRETON. L. M. Beastall. 134 2 To thee all angels loudly cry ; The heavens and all the powers on high, Cherubs and seraphim, proclaim, And cry, Thrice holy to thy name ! 3 Lord God of hosts, thy presence bright, Fills heaven and earth with beauteous light ; The apostles' happy company, And ancient prophets, all praise thee. 4 The crowned martyrs' noble host, The holy church in every coast, Their Maker for their Father own, Now reconciled in Christ his Son. 135 1 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." 2 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. 3 The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed ; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, "God is good." 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze ; The hills that have for ages stood, 14 The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, "God is good." 5 Yes, God is good, all Nature says, By God's own hand with speech en- dued ; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. 6 For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord ; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pard'ning grace, thy quick'ning word ; These prompt our song,thatGod is good. John H. Gurney. 136 i Praise ye the Lord; my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being, last. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : he made the sky, And earth,and seas, with all their train; And none shall find his promise vain. 3 His truth forever stands secure ; He saves th'oppress'd,he feeds thepoor; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 4 He loves the saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell : Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains. Watts. PRAISE TO GOD. HARWOOD. P. M Harwood. i. Be- gin, my soul, th'ex-alt - ed lay Let each en - rapt ured thought o-bey And praise th'Almighty's name J ■ J J Let § heaven and earth, and seas and skies, M^r i r Fff i: ' ^-f— ^f p ^JjJ^-^UJ J^^f^rt ^S ^ r ing theme. In one me - lo - dious con - cert :flb i aU rise, To swell th' in-spir frf g^H*-F S-f^ 5 3^£ 1 263 2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, While all the adoring thrones around His boundless mercy sing ; Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the sweetest string. 3 Whate'er this living world contains, That wings the air or treads the plains, United praise bestow ; Ye tenants of the ocean wide, Proclaim him through the mighty tide, And in the deeps below. 4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ; Ye feathered warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise To him who shaped your finer mold, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, Let man, in God's own image made, His breath in praise employ ; Spread wide his Maker's name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back The song of holy joy ! [the sound, Ogilvie. 264 1 Ye fields of light, celestial plains, Where pure, serene effulgence reigns, Ye scenes divinely fair, YourMaker's wondrous powerproclaim, Tell how he formed your shining frame, And breathed the fluid air. 2 Join all ye stars, the vocal choir ; Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, The mighty chorus aid ; And, soon as evening vails the plain, Thou moon,prolong the hallowed strain, And praise him in the shade. 3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Proclaim the glories of thy God ; Ye worlds declare his might ; He spake the word, and ye were made, Darkness and dismal chaos fled, And nature sprung to light. 4 Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders, burst with awful voice To him who bids you roll ; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. _ - Ocilv:s THE LORD'S DAY. MERTON. C. M. 4 1 1 -^-.-(2-^ :rz F 1 1 — r --£-— r J=J=d=^£ HSH^PS^ I B\ • i!=g: :$£=3*= 600 i Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry, To guide us through the dreary way Of dark mortality. 2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame, Or tongues of various tone ; But long Thy praises to proclaim With fervor in our own. 3 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, No mystic dreams we share j Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near, And bless Thee in our prayer. 4 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay With faith and hope and love. OOI Psalm 132. 1 Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to Thy rest ; Lo, Thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest ! 2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and Thy word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows. Here let Thy praise be spread ; 16 Bless the provisions of Thy house, And fill Thy poor with bread. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine ; Justice and truth His court maintain, With love and power divine. 5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne, And as His kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn His crown, And shame confound His foes. 6o2 P salm 2 7- 1 The Lord of Glory is my Light, And my Salvation too ; God is my Strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires : Oh grant me an abode Among the churches of Thy saints, The temples of my God. 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see Thy beauty still ; Shall hear Thy messages of love, And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may His children hide ; God has a strong pavilion where He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within Thy temple sound. MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. HADDAM. H. M. A 1 , i^IH! IP I MMX-g-^ ^1 j — i— i- M'4J\t l *E*E% 4—j. PS i^E£EE£EE is iEg 1B=B? £r <2- -m 66 Psalm 93. 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns ; His throne is built on high ; The garments He assumes Are light and majesty; His glories shine with beams so bright No mortal eye can bear the sight. 2 The thunders of His hand Keep the wide world in awe ; His wrath and justice stand To guard His holy law ; And where His love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace. 3 Through all His perfect works Surprising wisdom shines, Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their cursed designs ; Strong is His arm, and shall fulfil His great decrees, His sovereign will. 4 And can this mighty King Of glory condescend, And will He write His name, My Father and my Friend ? I love His name, I love His word ; Join all my powers, and praise the Lord ! 67 Psalm iS» 1 The Lord Jehovah lives, And blessed be my Rock ! Though earth her bosom heaves And mountains feel the shock, Though oceans rage and torrents roar, He is the same for evermore, 2 The Lord Jehovah lives, The dying sinner's Friend ; How freely He forgives The follies that offend ! He wipes the penitential tear, Bids faith and hope the spirit cheer. 3 The Lord Jehovah lives To hear and answer prayer ; Whoe'er in Him believes And trusts His guardian care, A Father's tender love shall know, Whence living streams of comfort flow. 4 The Lord Jehovah lives Salvation to secure ; The title that He gives Will be forever sure ; 'Tis drawn in characters of blood, 'Tis issued from the throne of God 17 WORSHIP. COLCHESTER. C. M. Williams. mmm 3M ±±d±M => zgr i. Lord, in the morn- ing i-hj-3 1 3T~ thou shalt hear j: My voice as - cend - ing high f^r&^mt -& i £ ^ f * P To thee will I rect my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 42 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh, may the Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face. Watts. 43 i Within thy house, O Lord, our God, In glory now appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thine awful seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reach every heart. 18 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest : Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ, In realms beyond the skies. 44 i Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here, — Oh make our joys the same. 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was filled, When fondly in his withered arms, He clasped the holy child ! 3 " Thou art the light prepared to shine Upon the Gentile lands, Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, To break their slavish bands." 4 Jesus ! the vision of thy face, Hath overpowering charms ! Scarce shall I feel death's cold em- brace, If Christ be in my arms. Watts. GOD LUTHER. S. M. Hastings. H 3@ p & B i*-g-* tf _ r _ ^ ■ ■ ! ■ - — - ■ ^ " ' '\ * bless his name, Whose fa-vors are di - vine, Whose fa - vors are di - vine. A.. 231 2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 Tis he forgives thy sins ; 'T is he relieves thy pain ; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave ; He, who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives the sufferers rest ; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. Watts. 232 i The Lord Jehovah reigns ; Let all the nations fear ; Let sinners tremble at his throne, And saints be humble there. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns ; Let earth adore its Lord ; Bright cherubs his attendants stand, And swift fulfill his word. 3 In Zion is his throne ; His honors are divine ; His church shall make his wonders known, For there his glories shine. 4 How holy is his name I How terrible his praise ! Justice, and truth, and judgment join, In all his works of grace. Watts. 233 1 Almighty Maker, God ! How wondrous is thy name ! Thy glories how diffused abroad Through the creation's frame ! 2 The lark mounts up the sky With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator^ too : Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 And yet the songs I frame Are faithless to thy cause, And steal the honors of thy name To built their own applause. 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship 's vain ; This wretched heart will ne'er be true Until 'tis formed again. watts. 19 PRAISE. LOVING-KINDNESS. L M. ■-$* — r 3-l-d- i ps , -T-l 1 d^ ■n—d-1 nJ 1* -^r3- — N-, r- i&-^ =3=s3=sH -4- -*i?= H* =34 m •" J — *=± -«l- —4- ^1 7 ■ =?-^=f= -*"- -*- (■ 1 1 M. A :: =ff= * = Z ^ r-H — 1 .^ 1 — — WS — -i ^= — r — •- i £ -U ^?— j — £--J3 — r _l JS—ps— ^ n _ & j I* f^2 N i 1 n— TT @* £ __« U «_J * j_ \- m 9 - 9 Q_ i n— »-(•— r-^- 1 • »-r* 1 1—* -^- ^ n- f 5- 1 ST -~T \Z r h ~m m ~T H~ w : — j 5: — ' y — 1 — — u- -p — p — u — 370 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me : His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all j He saved me from my lost estate : His loving-kindness, oh, how great ! Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along : His loving-kindness, oh, how strong ! When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood : His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart ; But though I have Him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; Soon all my mortal powers must fail Oh, may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death ! Then, let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies ! ASCENSION. ST. MARTIN'S. C. iA. g fi=a: sp#MfP ^=tt 1 94" Psalm 47. i Oh for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign King ! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high j His heavenly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets' joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains ; Let all the earth His honors sing ; O'er all the earth He reigns. 4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song ; Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. 5 Oh for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign King ! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 1 The eternal gates lift up their heads, The doors are opened wide j The King of glory is gone up Unto His Father's side. 2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, Thou hast prepared a place, That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon Thy face. 3 And ever on Thine earthly path A gleam of glory lies ; A light still breaks behind the cloud That veils Thee from our eyes. 4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, And let Thy grace be given, That, while we linger yet below, Our hearts may be in heaven : 5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be : Dwell in us now, that we may dwell For evermore in Thee. IC)6 Psalm 47 . i Arise, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord ! Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess the Almighty Lord ! 2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round, The ascending God proclaim ; The angelic choir respond the sound, And shake creation's frame. 3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown In that triumphant hour ; And God exalts His conquering Son To His right hand of power. 4 Oh shout, ye people and adore ; Exulting strike the chord ! Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess the Almighty Lord. 21 EVENING. BRADEN. S. M. is? J=q=; ^H rt £=ft — i i ~ * — « — =3= — j-i j- -3- -4 -. 1 — 1 ._ — 1_ fe qs_ — * — =1- - r~ S| -r— -£^f£ ~ i _0 H ~ e i^ — » — ■m- — IF — — — ' — ^r — — m — r — -s> — T- — F-h- =t= — n r zddz^ **— -**— —* — — 19 — I __jji 887 1 The day, O Lord, is spent ; Abide with us, and rest ; Our hearts' desires are fully bent On making Thee our guest ! 2 We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round Thee stand, Whose sun can never set. 3 Our sun is sinking now ; Our day is almost o'er ; O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou Shine on us evermore ! 888 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh may I ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near. 2 I lay my garments by, Upon my bed to rest : So death shall soon disrobe us all, And leave my soul undrest. 3 Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears ; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when I early rise, To view the unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when my days are past, And I from time remove, Oh may I in Thy bosom rest, The bosom of Thy love. 889 1 Blest be Thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love Thee for Thyself, And for that love obey. 2 O Thou, our souls' chief Hope ! We to Thy mercy fly ; Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply. 3 Whether we sleep or wake, To Thee we both resign ; By night we see, as well as day, If Thy light on us shine. 4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to Thee ; In death we live, as well as life, If Thine in death we be. 890 To Thee our wants are known, From Thee are all our powers j Accept, O Lord ! what is Thine own, And pardon what is ours. Oh grant that each of us Now met before Thee here, May meet at last together thus, When Thou and Thine appear. CHRIST'S NATIVITY. HERALD ANGELS. 7s. Double. Mendelssohn. I. Hark ! the her - aid an - gels sing, " Glo - ry to the new-born King ! ■*■ & *£ -m- *l I ^fea-^ U: ^ 3=# *~ ' * <* -y n Peace on earth, and mer - cy mild, God and sin - ners re - con-ciled." - - - f ~ * i- s - 3E m ^ i=F J J J J r 1 I ' j j j rU^-J^ ^a J — g -g a Joy - ful, all ye na - tions, rise, Join the tri - umph of the skies ; J. 4 * jt ^ ^ J > £ ^ ^=^^5 JEEfef f C_ | ^ f fe^ HHM ^ I With th' an- gel - ic host pro - claim, "Christ is born in Beth - le -hem." ■w *> z?- H ark ! the her -aid an - gels sing, "Glo-ry to the new-born King !" A- men. r r r <* .- *. J .. -^ 4- 4 • J* 272 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; Christ the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the favored one. Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate Deity: Pleased, as man, with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel ! Hark ! the herald angels, etc. 3 Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of peace ! Hail ! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die : Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark ! the herald angels, etc. 23 Wesley. EPIPHANY, FOLSOM. us a. ios. =uti-tf\z;fti-i 11 j i-fy- hM+ rtfrtf r» s 12-.* k k ^P S^-V-Ch^ IVT IS K KT 1 M m m N N -r ■ ^ K r | M. M. , . M. [. Sri k k 1 k— t* j*zm£=Ez=v=£z SEE g=f=«=r=5=S I 1 "I k — k' :*zi=»: 123 i 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 ! 2 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 ! 3 Say shall we yield Him in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would His favor secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons, of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 24 ASCENSION. DORT. 6s &. 4s. EM^J I il i -~=w;. 1 , 1 ■&—T 1 — r -*— r :JLJ-_ J 97 i Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into Thy native skies ; Assume thy right ; And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light! 2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell Thy radiant train ; Praises all heaven inspire, Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire, Thou Lamb once slain ! 3 Enter, Incarnate God ! No feet but Thine have trod The serpent down j Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider yon portals throw ! Saviour, triumphant, go And take Thy crown ! 4 Lion of Judah, hail ! And let Thy name prevail From age to age ; Lord of the rolling years, Claim for Thine own the spheres, For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage ! 25 NATIVITY GOOD NEWS. 7 s. Double. -\ !— J- . -S re=F=T *— ^ l .^-5i- P5^S£- , , r i — lji — t« — las, — — fHM> : -e_ e- SlCfe * — *- ■ - Z m^A^m^ m^m r$- ^tg: «5 ^ r~3 :£r«c= I I I I 117 i Hark ! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; Universal nature say, Christ the Lord is born to-day ! 2 Christ, by highest Heaven adored \ Christ the everlasting Lord j 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 ! 3 Hail ! the heavenborn Prince of Peace ! Hail ! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings ; Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. 26 Il8 1 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 ! 2 Adam's likeness, Lord, efface ; Stamp Thine 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 : Oh, to all Thyself impart, Formed in each believing heart ! DOXOLOGY. Praise the name of God most high j Praise Him, all below the sky ; Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! As through countless ages past, Evermore His praise shall last. RESURRECTION OAKSVILLE. C. M. )§** 4=^ fe^ » — ^ 3C-— sr §§i ^ -*-£ ^r «4 I 1<5 » i- -CJ — t ^E5 3E* @g= E SE l82 i I say to all men, far and near, That He is risen again ; That He is with us now and here, And ever shall remain. 2 And what I say, let each this morn Go tell it to his friend, That soon in even' place shall dawn His Kingdom without end. 3 Now first to souls who thus awake, Seems earth a fatherland ; A new and endless life they take With rapture from His hand. 4 The fears of death and of the grave Are whelmed beneath the sea ; And every heart, now light and brave, May face the things to be. 5 Now let the mourner grieve no more, Though his beloved sleep ; A happier meeting shall restore Their light to eyes that weep. 6 He lives ! His presence hath not ceased, Though foes and fears be rife ; And thus we hail in Easter's feast, A world renewed to life ! IO^ Gloria in Excelsis. 1 To God be glory, peace on earth, To all mankind good-will ; We bless, we praise, we worship Thee, And glorify Thee still : 2 And thanks for Thy great glory give, That fills our souls with light : O Lord God ! Heavenly King ! the God And Father of all might ! 3 And Thou, begotten Son of God, Before all time begun j O Jesus Christ ! God ! Lamb of God ! The Father's only Son ! 4 Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sin Of all the world away ; Have mercy, Saviour of mankind, And hear us when we pray ! 5 O Thou who sitt'st at God's right hand, Upon the Father's throne, Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ, Who art the Holy One ! 6 Thou, Lord, who with the Holy Ghost, Whom earth and heaven adore, In glory of the Father art Most High for evermore. 27 CHRIST'S RESURRECTION AND GLORY HENRY. C. M. S. B. Pond. iiiidd^ife 384 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought, Such wonders love can do ! Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 If ye have wept at yonder cross, And still your sorrows rise, Stoop down and view the vanquished grave, Then wipe your weeping ~yes. 4 Yes, dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again ; Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain. 5 High o'er th' angelic band he rears His once dishonored head ; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. Doddridge. 385 i Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care, And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the shining train, With matchless honors crowned ; — 28 3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart ; Nor shall a name once treasured there E'er from his care depart. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems and monuments, and crowns, Are moldered into dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne. Doddridge. 386 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above : His heart is made of tenderness, His bosom glows with love. Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he hath felt the same. He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out his cries and tears ; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power j We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour. w A nt. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. THEODORA. ■7T5 h7fc~ J i~~" 7 s - ! =A^ ■ — \— U, 1 — ■ — | q=t= 1 1 -5=1 iiaz — j — ^ — 1 irz- i 3 Us*— ^ ■ ~ 1~g — -4- --, «= — si - 1 4rJ [W^ 1 — 1 M i t - : -] — IS>- .D ( 1 -fay— ~1 — J -- ^=H — r^=g -g — g? . g g* i r fHHl 3% 1 I will praise Thee even* day, Now Thine anger's turned away ; Comfort now and hope arise From the bleeding Sacrifice. 2 Jesus is become at length My Salvation and my Strength ; And His praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song. 3 Praise ye, then, His glorious Xame, Publish His exalted fame; Still His worth your praise exceeds, Excellent are all His deeds. 4 Raise again the jovful sound, Let the nations roll it round ; Zion, shout, for this is He ! God the Saviour dwells in Thee ! 385 King of kings, and wilt Thou deign O'er this wayward heart to reign ? Henceforth take it for Thy throne, Rule here, Lord, and rule alone. Then, like heaven's angelic bands, Waiting for Thy high commands, All my powers shall wait on Thee, Captive, yet divinely free. At Thy Word my will shall bow, Judgment, reason, bending low ; Hope, desire, and every thought, Into glad obedience brought. Zeal shall haste on eager wing Hourly some new gift to bring ; Wisdom, humbly casting down At Thy feet her golden crown. Tuned by Thee in sweet accord, All shall sing their gracious Lord, Love, the leader of the choir, Breathing round her seraph fire. 86 When on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim His holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. When in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light Darkness rushes o'er my sight When on Calvary I rest, God in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. Here I would forever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away ; Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. DOXOLOGY. Sing we to our God above, Praise eternal as His love ; Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 29 INVITATION. CLARION. H. M. -!--l-^-rJ^„ 1,4 Jstf-f W » CT * T^S— saz=fcE=. FF H-r :fe *=* B— z :*-*: Hal / fLl r-l ' U*- ^=tr^ =3 -S7 ^ IP S5t Pi r :*z=q: ^* I £* P=P 5S •t— r ; f= : 1=£ ^F^ :te: m 2 5 8 i 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. 2 Jesus, our great High-Priest, Has full atonement made ; Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mournful souls, be glad ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb ! Redemption by His blood, LENOX. H. M. Through every land, proclaim j The year of jubilee is come j Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 4 Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 5 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. y> rf r. 3° EVENING HURSLEY. L M. =| 1 1 -+— 1 —J — U-t-J— j==t=p- a=rf=3=fc iii^rflt :^-_^^^-_ ^iSl=iiif^liilil£=^^ § :.gz±zz22:: gz ^Li^L-jg: A- men 1 =p — I i -L4~- 1 — r [|£k2=E^= 882 1 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 ! 2 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. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live j Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 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. 5 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 ! 6 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. 2 So shall I find Thee strong to save, When my last bed shall be the grave ; The grave shall own my Saviour's might, And darkness vanish at Thy sight. 3 Only my soul must now awake From sleep of sin, for Thy dear sake ; And then my body shall arise From sleep of death to yonder skies. 4 'T is there I hope Thy face to see, The crown of all felicity ; 'T is there I hope that rest to gain, Which here I seek, but seek in vain. 5 As endless ages roll along, Endless shall be my grateful song ; And Heaven itself shall pass away Before I cease my vows to pay. 6 Glory to God, who Israel keeps, Who never slumbers, never sleeps ; Almighty Power no weakness knows ; Unwearied Love asks no repose. 884. 883 1 How great Thy mercies, Lord, to me ! Oh let me then Thy servant be, Submitting to Thy just control, And loving Thee with all my soul. 1 I would not wake, nor rise again, And heaven itself I would disdain, Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed, And I in hymns to be employed ! 2 Heaven is, dear Lord,where'er Thou art; Oh never then from me depart ! For, to my soul 't is hell to be But for one moment void of Thee. 3i THE CHRISTIAN LIFE EDMESTON I. B. Woodbury, To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently pipp \-£ 1 * — p* — p^--i — H — *- i rsfl n — f^ 1 — — P^ == 1 H- let no harsh word mar The good we it: g. may do here, -f*-f — c-*- The good we may do here. t — r — -^ — \t ,g-f • g-t-F [ ih^ -1 b*- y=^_ H L 1 L U^J ^=f#_t 920 2 Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft and mild — It may not long remain. 3 Speak gently to the young — for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may, 'Tis full of anxious care. 4 Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run, Let them in peace depart. 5 Speak gently, kindly, to the poor ; Let no harsh tone be heard ; They have enough they must endure, Without an unkind word ! 6 Speak gently to the erring ones — They must have toiled in vain ; Perchance unkindness made them so ; Oh, win them back again ! 7 Speak gently — 'tis a little thing, Dropped in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, that it may bring, Eternity shall tell. Bates. 921 1 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless ; 32 Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor ? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim ; Oh enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor ? he who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim ; With words of high sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4 Thy neighbor ? pass no mourner by ; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery ; Go, share thy lot with him. Peabody. ;922 • ' i Make channels for the streams of love, Where they may broadly run , And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one. 2 Put if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried. 3 For we must share, if we would keep That blessing from above j Ceasing to give, we cease to have ; — Such is the law of love. Trench. AFFLICTIONS AND ENCOURAGEMENTS, SAVIOUR, LIKE A SHEPHERD. Wm. B. Bradbury. t^U fc £M ^ 4 j j j ^ i. Sav-iour, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need thy tend'rest care JL £ 5t=s=t — * tt=±=£ i ^•±p£— ip- f U> £ F=? SL i ^s In thy pleasant pastures feed us HH *Li For our use thy folds pre - pare. -m f- »; i [[[[ir ; j -Qrb f» N- — « — f3 — :-s — «— T-jzrrrqp-fl— H- 1^7- i J J 1 -| ) Blessed frH-b — -L-- Je- + =|| -^-g- sus, Blessed -En! y U — sL --ILi ^ l-g — g=i — aH gK Je - sus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are ; p£=& ng— g 1 r r r -£=pe= — f _2_U — > U — 1 I k y h— 1 nl fc-s-i=fr ^^^=g- i s *E3E 12^: S -*-^-W :& Blessed Je - sus, Blessed Je - sus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are. * * g g „ g g * I028 2 We are thine, do thou befriend us, Be the Guardian of our way ; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray. Blessed Jesus, Hear, oh hear us, when we pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free. Blessed Jesus, We will early turn to thee. 4 Early let us seek thy favor, Early let us do thy will ; Blessed Lord and only Saviour, With thy love our bosoms fill. Blessed Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still. 33 FAITH. OPAL 8s &. 7s. Double. Fin*. ^=* ^— -8=p;8^-9-SEs=Ej=jj=g=z=g^=^=p3zSri;grgz:j ^=z E 333 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee ; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my All shalt be : Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own ! Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate,and friends may shun me, Show Thy face, and all is bright. Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! In Thy service pain is pleasure, With Thy favor, loss is gain ; I have called Thee, Abba, Father, I have stayed my heart on Thee : Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest : 34 Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me j Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear : Think what Spirit dwells within thee ! What a Father's smile is thine ! What a Saviour died to win thee ! Child of heaven, shouldst thou re- pine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there: Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days ; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. DOXOLOGY. Praise the God of all creation ; Praise the Father's boundless love ; Praise the Lamb, our expiation, Priest and King enthroned above : Praise the Fountain of salvation, Him by whom our spirits live ; Undivided adoration To the one Jehovah give. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. ROTHWELL. L. M. Arr. by L. Mason. 1- | ' w - " I I. Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, — Press forward to the heavenly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Watts. 9+9 i Let me but hear my Saviour say, " Strength shall be equal to thy day ; " Then I rejoice in deep distress, Upheld by all-sufficient grace. 2 I can do all things — or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains. 3 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me ; When I am weak, then am I strong ; Grace is my shield, and Christ my SOng. Watts. i Jesus, while this rough desert soil I tread, be thou my guide and stay : Nerve me for conflict and for toil ; Uphold me on my stranger-way ! 2 Jesus, in heaviness and fear, 'Mid cloud, and shade, and gloom I stray, For earth's last night is drawing near ; Oh, cheer me on my stranger-way ! 3 Jesus, in solitude and grief, When sun and stars withhold their ray, Make haste, make haste to my relief! Oh, light me on my strarger-way ! 4 Jesus, in weakness of this flesh, When Satan grasps me for his prey, Oh, give me victory afresh, And speed me on my stranger-way ! ^ - T Bonar. i Beset with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand ; Saviour Divine ! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treacherous heart, Great God ! to choose the better part ; To scorn the trifles of a day For joys that none can take away. 3 If thou, my Saviour, still art nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die : Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find eternal joys in thee. 35 CLOSE OF SERVICE Watchman. S. M. 5 — q=T = a r= T ::r i : -T — i — i i „ i l I i J 111 r p • - o— "-g. 1. Once more, be - fore we part, Oh, bless the g- F Let I 'ry toDgue and ev - 'ry heart A and praise the same. ,,j__ g^^iiiiPiii|iiSiii^i=gfei 161. Hosea 6 • 3. 1 Ontce more, before we part, Oh, bless the Saviour's name ; Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. 2 Lord, in thy grace we came, That blessing still impart; We met in Jesus' sacred name, In Jesus' name we part. 3 Still on thy holy word Help us to feed, and grow, Still to go on to know the Lord, And practise what we know. 4 Now, Lord, before we part, Help us to bless thy name : Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. 162. Matt. 13:8. 1 Goo of the prophets' power ! God of the gospel's sound ! Move glorious on, — send out thy voice To all the nations round. 2 With hearts and lips unfeigned, We bless thee for thy word ; We praise thee for the joyful news, Winch our glad ears have heard. 3 Oh, may we treasure well The counsels that we hear, Till righteousness and holy joy In all our hearts appear. 36 4 Water the sacred seed, And give it large increase ; May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, Prevent the fruits of peace. 5 And though we sow in tears, Our souls at last shall come, And gather in our sheaves with joy, At heaven's great harvest-home. 163. Matt. 6: 9-13. 1 Our Heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now : Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow. 2 Thv kingdom come ; thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfill Thy perfect law above. 3 Our daily bread supply, While by thy word we live ; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive, as we forgive. 4 From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend ; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. 5 Thine, then, forever be Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine. HOLY SPIRIT Effingham. L. M. 1. At an - chor laid, re - mote from home, Toil-ing, I cry, " Sweet Spi-rit, come ; ■#■■#■-#■. J' I -#■■•- ■*■ I ■#--#- •£♦■ - --^j-^-d-d-lld-D-C-d-C^- l -- , -r^-* 1 -^-r-+^---T--i ri Ce - les - tial Breeze, no long - er stay, But swell my ri + sails, _c h _ r _ r _ and speed my way ^^^^^^Pg jflM^^ l 409. 1 At anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry, " Sweet Spirit, come; Celestial Breeze, no longer stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way. 2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, Aud loose my cable from below ; But I can only spread my sail ; Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale." 410. 1 Crkator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every waiting mind ; Come, pour thy joys on human-kind. 2 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing. 3 O Source of uncreated light, The Father's promised Paraclete, — From sin and sorrow set us free, And make us temples worthy thee ! 4 Our frailties help, our wills control, Subdue the senses to the soul ; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand and hold them down. 5 Chase from our mind the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love bestow ; And lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. 6 Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe ; Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son, by thee. 411. 1 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love: Oh ! turn to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy sovereign power be known. 2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise ; While all their glowing souls are borne To seek that grace which now they scorn. 3 Oh ! let a holy flock await, In crowds around thy temple-gate! Each pressing on with zeal to be A living sacrifice to thee. 412. Acts 2:1. 1 Blest d? ay : w hen ascended Lord Fulfilled his own prophetic word ; Sent down his Spirit, to inspire His saints, baptized with holy fire. While by his power these signs were wrought, While divers tongues his wisdom taught, His love one only subject gave — That Jesus died the world to save ! Sure peace with God ! — the joyful sound Pours wide its sacred influence round ; Relenting foes his grace receive, And humbled myriads hear and live ! 37 CHRISTIAN Yanhall's Hymn. L. M. 1. Je- sus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, l-g-J=3- ■=^^3=^^3=8 thou art found ; And ev- ery place is -hallowed ground, And ev-ery place is hallowed ground. t^ I 1 — £— F- :3E L i — t?~r — r~ L F— *-» fell 874. John 4 :21. 1 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. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring thee where they come, And -j - J — r -0--—0S c am - bi - tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or ! known, i 762. Luke 9 : 23. 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ! Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hooed, or known, Yet how rich is my cond.Jon, God and heaven are still my own ! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour, too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me — Thou art not, like them, untrue ; Oh ! while thou dost smile upon mo, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'T will but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will brins: me sweeter rest ! Oh ! 't is not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me ; Oh !' 't were not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. ^ l I I > Co then, earthly fame and treasure ! Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! In thy service pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba, Father! I have stayed my heart on thee! Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Fuse o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; Think what Father's smiles are thine $ Think that Jesus died to win thee ; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer 1 Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there: Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thv pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 39 C H it I S T 1 A N Lyte. 6s & 4s. 1. Je - sus, thy name I love, All o- ther names a-bove, Je - sus, my Lord I Oh ! thou art gts=@3=g tf— all to me ! No-thing to please I see, No-thing a-part from thee, Je - sus, my Lord ! — r— p-F — tJ — t - t=t r— u~r — t c — S =tIt — r- ti — tt 769. 1 John 4 : 10. 1 Jesus, tliy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord ! Oh ! thon art all to me ! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord ! 2 Thou, blessed Son of God, Hast bought me with thy blood, Jesus, my Lord ! Oh ! how great is thy love, All other -loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus, my Lord ! 3 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord ! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near? Jesus, my Lord ! 4 Soon thou wilt come again ! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord ! Then thine own face I '11 sec, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord ? 40 770. Psalm 37! 25. 1 Now I have found a Friend Whose love shall never end; Jesus is mine. Though earthly joys decrease, Though human friendships cease, Now I have lasting peace; Jesus is mine. 2 Though I grow poor and old, lie will my faith uphold; Jesus is mine. He shall my wants supply; IJis precious blood is nigh, Naught can my hope destroy; Jesus is mine. 3 When earth shall pa^s away, In the great judgment day, .Jesus is mine. Oh, what a glorious thing Then to behold my King, On tuneful harps to sing, Jesus is mine. Father ! thy name I bless ; Thine was the sovereign grace; Praise shall be thine; Spirit of holiness ! Sealing the Father's grace, Thou mad'st my soul embrace Jesus as mine. LOVE AND GRATITUDE. I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY. 7s & 6s. Wm. G. Fischer. kkA ■ -I 1 . , 1 I J . J* 1 ^^ sto - ry, -A i Be-cause I knew it's true ; J=S sat - is-fies my longings, As f=F e f 1 7$^ — ^zj- _s^ =t= 1 BUS. ^=±= r- (- i =3=1 =1= h 1 i « 0, 0t no Lj * «-= thing else wc -• ff i ulc ldo. I i — m — | iove -~9 • to tell -S — £ i — J— the sto - ry, -U. Twill 1 — * — 1 be : d 4 — * my theme in r-*— g — fT=r p-frb — | t^ • 1 " — ^ i ■■ fcs— « K3 isp — i* = 5 Z T—P— i r 1 l i *• I i m^=4=^m4^ht^^ ¥ ^ = ^r=* ± S z tF=3= Of Je - sus and his love. glo - ry, To I tell the old, old B P sto - ry £2. EE r ^^ r I love to tell the story : For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own holy word. — Cho. 4 I love to tell the story ; For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the New, New Song, Twill be— the Old, Old Story That I have loved so long ! — Cho. 4i 86 3 2 I love to tell the story : More wonderful it seems Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story : It did so much for me ! And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee. — Cho. 3 I love to tell the story : 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. LOVE FOR THE SAVIOUR Dwight. L. M. **mm ■^=7- -A — fc— ' — f— i • — *— -d i 2=J 1. Love Di-vine ! that stooped to share Our sharpest pan^, our bit-terest tear, I 9 ( t On thee -we cast each earth - born care, "We smile at pain whiie Thou art near. I iglfili;ifiilf^iillf^i?lE^ 693. Psalm 119 : 151. 1 O Love Divine ! that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On thee we cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while Thou art near. 2 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near. 3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us Thou art near. 4 On thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear; Content to suffer while we know, Living or dying, Thou art near! f>94. 2 Cor. 12 : 10. 1 Let me but hear my Saviour sav, " Strength shall be equal to thy' day ;" Then 1 rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 2 I can do all things — or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains. 5 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own powermay rest on me ; When I am weak, then am I strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 42 G95. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world ! begone, Let my religious hours alone : Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see — I wait a visit, Lord ! from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour ! what delicious fare — How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. G96. John 6.51. 1 Away from cavth my spirit turns, Away from every transient good ; With strong desire my bosom burns, To feast on heaven's immortal food. 2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread; Thou wilt my every want supply : By thee sustained, and cheered, and led, I '11 press through dangers to the sky. 3 What though temptations oft distress, And sin assails and breaks my peace; Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless, And bid the storms of passion cease. 4 Then let me take thy gracious hand, And walk beside thee onward still; Till my glad feet shall safely stand, Forever firm on Zion's LilL HOME MISSIONS. QUEBEC. L. M. From " Pearce's Hymns." P m Look from thy sphere of end less day, O God of mer - cy and of might !-frb- — n— i — ■ | ' 1 1 1 f- 1 1 J -*- -f- -*- 1 ' '•** r- 11 * bg— T^ ^' »'# * ^: In pit - y look on those who stray, Be-night-ed, in this land of light. PS*- =P= — #— — r -m- _^ — -| -t-hP — J l . | P 1* - "P n -1 » * ■ w + ■* ^ P -g-H^-H- |Mh^ — U- — U— r ... -U- 1 I «p — — b ; 1 ig • I — ^ ■— 1 ■ \ I , 'r r -P r 1 " 1191 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from thee ! 3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless youn old, g, the hardened SICILIAN HYMN. 8s & 7s. A scattered, homeless flock, till all Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise. Bryant. Italian. ^*^s. — ! — H l' Mill A 1 ' > l n 1 \- T ±=^ ^ J .U-B 1. Sons of * ••% % t .-& ^— * 9 £- day ! A - rise from slumbers, H f— r+ — 1 -H H r 3 ' f 3 r 3 TP ' F* r 3 IL^ — =L For the H ^-g- slug-gish light is gone ; [g— *fe p= n \*-* 1 — i-=j U 1 U i — U 1 — r r -4^ •-£- 1 1 J i ! = k Swell the Sav-iour's marshaled numbers, March-ing where he lead-eth on. <= f= rr-P f=- ^ i& iSS- "T" F=F 1192 2 Soldiers of the cross, appointed, Girded for the glorious war, In the name of God's Anointed, Spread your victories afar. 3 Bid the trumpet of redemption, Greet our country's farthest shore Boldly claim our Lord's pre-emption, For the agonies he bore. 4 On the prairie and the mountain, In the valley rich and fair, By the river and the fountain, Plant the sacred standard there. Where the infant city's founded, Where the hamlet dots the plain ; Let the Gospel-call be sounded, Let the church a foothold gain. So shall Error be supplanted, So shall Truth her vanguard keep, So shall temple-homes be granted, To the Shepherd's wandering sheep. S. B. Phelps. 43 LORD'S SUPPER Miriam. 7s & 6s. D. i — i 1 .-I l-J—4. 1. Lamb of God ! still keep me Near to thy wounded side ; T is on - ly there in safe - ty d. s. The grace that sought and found me, ■#- •& •&■'-&■ ■#- •#• +- p , *-**_ . t y* ■& ' ■€*> |_*_ r= t r _ r _ r _ r _tc — t_£L£ _ s ._ r zt r _ r _.t. r _t r _ r _ r ._ r -tt:_t:_t Z_*lg _ # _^ II© . .. & -L -fJ-s — #- © # __Ifg_. jr _ (5 , — # a_^ — # =s> ufl»» _c -FINE."*" *+ ' ' D. S. And peace I can a - bide ! What foes and snares surround me ! What doubts and fears withiu ! A-lone can keep me clean. -*- "* ■*■ « ■*• t^ 7 ^ •#-■£»■ ■#- ? -^"•' « . -^ ■•- ■# *■ ^ /rC>> ^^t- 1 r 5=, — a — P 1 r I I r - 1 , I 1 (S # -rP-i-l © » g #- r Q - P* r i 1097. 1 Lamb of God ! still keep me Near to thy wounded side ; 'T is only there in safety And peace I can abide ! What foes and snares surround me ! What doub's and fears within ! The grace that sought and found me, Alone can keep me clean. 2 'Tis only in thee hiding, I feel my life secure — Only in thee abiding, The conflict can endure : Thine arm the victory gaineth O'er every hateful foe ; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its care and woe. 3 Soon shall my eyes behold thee, With rapture, face to face ; One half hath not been told me Of all thy power and grace : Thy beauty, Lord, u,nd glory, The wonders of thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all thy saints above. 1098. 1 When human hopes all wither, And friends no aid supply, Then whither, Lord, ah ! whither . Can turn my straining eye ? 44 I I 'Mid storms of grief still rougher, 'Midst darker, deadlier shade, That cross where thou didst suffer, On Calvary was displayed. 2 On that my gaze I fasten, My refuge that I make ; Though sorely thou may'st chasten, Thou never canst forsake : Thou, on that cross didst languish, Ere glory crowned thy head ! And I, through death and anguish, Must be to glory led. 1099. John 15: 16. 1 'Tis not that I did choose thee, For, Lord ! that could not be; This heart would still refuse thee; But thou hast chosen me ; — Hast, from the sin that stained rae, Washed me and set me free, And to this end ordained me, That I should live to thee. 2 'T was sovereign mercy called me, And taught my opening mind ; The world had else enthralled me To heavenly glories blind. My heart owns none above thee ; For thy rich grace I thirst ; This knowing, — if I love thee, Thou must have loved me first. GOD. OLIVE'S BROW. L. M. ^m Wm. B. Bradbury. I. 'Tis midnight ; and on Ol - ive's brow The star is dimmed that late-ly shone ^JddgM g t m. Tis midnight ; in the gar - den, now, The suffering Saviour prays a - lone. 324 2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; Ev'n that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Tappan. 325 i Lord ! in thy garden agony, No light seemed on thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake — 2 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won ; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, " Thy will, O God, not mine, be done !" 3 Lord, bring these precious moments back, When, fainting, against sin we strain ; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain. 4 In weakness, help us to contend j In darkness, yield to God our will ; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still ! 326 1 From Calvary a cry was heard — A bitter and heart-rending cry ; My Saviour ! every mournful word Bespoke thy soul's deep agony. 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One ! And all the eager hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep dis- grace — These thou could'st bear, nor once re- pine ; But when Jehovah vailed his face, Unutterable pangs were thine. 4 Let the dumb world its silence break ; Let pealing anthems rend the sky ; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake ! He died, that we might never die. ac Cunningham. PENITENCE AND CONSECRATION ELIZABETHTOWN. C. M. Geo. Kingsley. There hum-bly fall be - fore his feet, £ S; I For none can per - ish there. e ^F-r^ S ^=fc 663 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh : Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord ! am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed ; By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him — thou hast died. 5 Oh ! wondrous Love — to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name ! 664 Newton. Jesus ! thou art the sinner's Friend ; As such I look to thee ; Now in the fullness of thy love, Lord ! remember me. Remember thy pure word of grace — Remember Calvary j Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me. Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 1 yield myself to thee ; While thou art sitting on thy throne, Dear Lord ! remember me. 46 4 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, But thy salvation 's free ; Then, in thine all-abounding grace, Dear Lord ! remember me. 5 And, when I close my eyes in death, When creature-helps all flee, Then, O my dear Redeemer-God ! I pray, remember me. Parkinson Selkc. 665 1 When wounded sore the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can salve the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul dark spot, One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 4 Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief, His heart that 's touched with all our joys And feeleth for our grief. 5 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 Alexander. NATIVITY. DOVER. S. M. II 9 1 The Advent of our God Our prayers must now employ, And we must meet Him on His road With hymns of holy joy. 2 The Everlasting Son Incarnate deigns to be : Himself a servant's form puts on, To set His people free. 3 Daughter of Zion, rise, And greet thy lowly King, And do not wickedly despise The mercies He will bring. 4 As Judge, in clouds of light, He will come down again, And all His scattered saints unite With Him in Heaven to reign. 5 Before that dreadful day May all our sins be gone ; May the old man be put away, And the new man put on ! 6 Praise to the Saviour-Son, From all the angel host : Like praise be to the Father done, And to the Holy Ghost. I20 1 O Saviour of our race, Welcome indeed Thou art, Blessed Redeemer, Fount of grace, To this my longing heart ! 2 Light of the world, abide Through faith within my heart ; Leave me to seek no other guide, Nor e'er from Thee depart. 3 Thou art the Life, O Lord ! Sole Light of life Thou art ! Let not Thy glorious rays be poured In vain on my dark heart. 4 Star of the East, arise ! Drive all my clouds away ; Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies Into the perfect day. 121 1 The ancient Law departs, And all its terrors cease ; For Jesus makes with faithful hearts A covenant of peace. 2 The Light of Life Divine, True Brightness undefiled, He bears for us the shame of sin, A holy, spotless Child. 3 His infant body now Begins our pain to feel ; Those precious drops of blood that flow, For death the Victim seal. 4 To-day the Name is Thine At which we bend the knee ; They call Thee Jesus, Child Divine ! Our Jesus deign to be. 5 All praise, Eternal Son, For Thy redeeming love ; With Father, Spirit, ever One, In glorious might above. 47 GRACES, Repose. 7s. 6l. 4-AX ii i © r ■**■ i i — t — F" 1 L - I i J f *-t4 re i — r ~r~7l — jj~"T7j — 3~t~ = ^ — r~t~Ti — ^ — 1 1 :Eee=eese pleas thee. 8*0. Tranquillity.— Psalm 131. 1 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. 2 What thou shalt to day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 'T is enough that thou wilt care ; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone ; — Lst me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. H*l. Trust— Isaiah 12 : 2. 1 IIappv, Saviour, would I be, If I could but trust in thee; Trust thy wisdom me to guide; Trust thy goodness to provide ; Trust thy saving love and power; Trust thee every day and hour: — 48 r — r 2 Trust thee as the only light In the darkest hour of night; Trust in sickness, trust in health ; Trust in poverty and wealth ; Trust in joy and trust in grief; Trust thy promise for relief: — 3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul ; Trust thy grace to make me whole; Trust thee living, dying too; Trust thee all my journey through ; Trust thee till my feet shall be Planted on the crystal sea. S3 2. Consecration.— Psalm 110 : 94. 1 Now, O God, thine own I am ! Now I give thee back thine own : Freedom, friends, and health, and fame, Consecrate to thee alone : Thine I live, thrice happy I! Happier still if thine I die. 2 Take me, Lord, and all my powers; Take my mind, and heart, and will; All my goods, and all my hours, All I know, and ali I feel, All I think, or speak, or do — Take my soul and make it new ! THE LORD'S SUPPER. ££ SMYRNA. 8s &. 7 s. Double --I — ■* W ^l^j [ j Hi ji r J ; .' Uj . Cl' =&xf=^«±=f t 1— ■-( -j r r- iSlSlSii^ 7* Iff j» ^ ^ Ii2i^iigi^iiige I — *— 5* — r fcfc=zt— id g^mpdr JB. S =iE^fe£ e — i gnupgp HS^Ml^lg^^^lSisi-iSEl: i .J. Iiii^ii^^iiii^^iiifiiiiiB .^— rs psippppsp, i £p« I mt\ , -if >■ |tf-ip r y * ^ 1 r • * -* -*■ £s=g=piS5=g= ^ ^ 66 5 1 Jesus spreads T Tis banner o'er us, Cheers our famished souls with food, He the banquet spreads before us Of His mystic flesh and blood : Precious banquet ! bread of heaven ! Wine of gladness, flowing freel May we taste it, kindly given, In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. 2 In Thy holy incarnation When the angels sang Thy birth, In Thy fasting and temptation, In Thy labors on the earth, In Thy trial and rejection, In Thy suffering on the tree, In Thy glorious resurrection, May we, Lord, remember Thee. 666 1 Was there ever kinder shepherd, Half so gentle, half so sweet, As the Saviour, who would have us Come and gather round His feet? There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good ; There is mercy with the Saviour, There is healing in His blood. 2 There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed ; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. Pining souls, come nearer Jesus ! And oh come not doubting thus, But with faith that trusts more bravely His huge tenderness for us. 49 THE LORD'S DAY. AUBURN. C. M. -S- -S -3- S- . ■+■ * &• i ^- * * •» g : -S- *— St iza -*— *— -i 1 — i- ■^zjzg zrzzqg=J 1 — 3 -\ 1 r Silgi^IH i^ =s=^ m ^^^^te :&zzri V 608 i Frequent the day of God returns To shed its quickening beams ; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames ! 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; We would be like Thy saints above, And praise Thee while we live. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The Sabbath ne'er shall end : 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, With heavenly lustre shine, Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine. 609 1 God of the sun-light hours, how sad Would evening shadows be, Or night, in deeper sable clad, If aught were dark to Thee ! 2 How mournfully that golden gleam Would touch the thoughtful heart, If with its soft, retiring beam, We saw Thy love depart. 3 But though the gathering gloom may hide Those gentle rays awhile, 5o Yet they who in Thy house abide Shall ever share Thy smile. 4 Then let creation's volume close, Though every page be bright ; On Thine, still open, we repose With more intense delight. 6lO 1 Long have I sat beneath the sound Of Thy salvation, Lord ; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of Thy word ! 2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place, And hear almost in vain ; How small a portion of Thy grace My memory can retain ! 3 How cold and feeble is my love, How negligent my fear, How low my hope of joys above, How few affections there ! 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power im- part To give Thy word success ; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high : There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE COVENTRY. C. M. Arranged by L. Mason. I. Oh, could I find, from day to day A near - ness to my God, m ^\\' \¥=w m^ s =*= fe£ * ^F^^^^ ^ ^^ f^ ^ 3. Eg sf J ' 'J I I Then would my hours glide sweet a - way, While lean - ing on his word. ^ r i ff i-b 1 g * j ^==j 939 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live Anew from day to day, In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away. 3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine. 4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore ; And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more. B. Cleavland. 940 i Long have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord ; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word ! 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear almost in vain ; How small a portion of thy grace My memory can retain ! 3 How cold and feeble is my love, How negligent my fear, How low my hope of joys above, How few affections there ! 4 Great God, thy sovereign power impart To give thy word success ; Write thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high : There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die. Watts. 941 1 The bird let loose in eastern skies, When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. 2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft through faith's serener air To hold my course to thee. 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs ; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings. Moore. 5* CONFLICT AND TRIUMPH. CLARENDON. C. M. I. Tucker. I J" I I f -f -~ A light to shine up - on the road That leads me to the Lamb ! ^, T»4> 1T. .~* n JZQ.fjjTj- 942 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return Sweet messenger of rest ; INGLESIDE. C. M. I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb, cowper. WlESENTHAL. I. Oh, for a clos-erwalk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine up- on the road That leads me to the Lamb ! Where is the blessed-ness I knew, When /7\ first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-re-freshing view Of Je - sus And his word J W<^=5dZ-^ -g-'-_ g: 1 *-f 5 2 INVITATION EDITH. 8s, 7 s &. 4 & _l — =1 — p— 1 — 3- ps . I - i . zzpofc *2- -1 =^= ■ — 1 n— <== ...:j=z _ — f= — — i— — sc =1- zg_ =s4 <2 f= - 1=2: 1 i -I — as 1 " 1 1 -1 -1 — — 1 =:d= — i — -1- - i 4 :t = — 1 -— B 271 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power : He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify ; True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness He requireth, Is to feel your need of Him ; This He gives you : 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 272 1 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all ; Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. Agonizing in the garden, Lo, your Maker prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold Him ; Hear Him cry before He dies, " It is finished ! " Sinners, will not this suffice ? Lo, the Incarnate God ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood ; Venture on Him, venture wholly ; Let no other trust intrude ; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with His name : Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. 53' WARNING AND INVITATION OLNEY. S. M. L. Mason. 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come !" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come ! 3 Yes, whosoever will, Oh let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life ; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, Declares, " I quickly come ;" Lord, even so ! we wait thine hour j O blest Redeemer, come ! H. U. Onderdonk. 597 i Ye trembling captives ! hear ; The gospel-trumpet sounds ; No music more can charm the ear, Or heal your heart-felt wounds. 2 'Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar ; Salvation's news it spreads afar, And vengeance is no more. 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, Glad heaven aloud proclaims ; And earth, the jubilee's release, With eager rapture claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands The saving news shall spread ; And Jesus all his willing bands, In glorious triumph lead. Pratt's Coll. 54 i Come to the land of peace, From shadows come away, Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway. 2 Fear hath no dwelling here ; But pure repose and love Breathe through the bright, celestial air, The spirit of the dove. 3 Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land ; For here thy soul shall find its rest, Amidst the shining band. Briggs' Coll. 599 i Now is th' accepted time ; Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinners, come, without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time ; The Saviour calls to-day ; To-morrow it may be too late ; Then why should you delay? 3 Now is th' accepted time ; The gospel bids you come, And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thy love ; Then will the angels swiftly fly To bear the news above. dobeia. INVITATION. PETITION. L M. bfck=a=i 8-j d i 1 ^-i J U ii.- n| gffi r Hr J r^'~^" l 4*' * 'riff f- T? .^ - 1 266 1 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek thine injured Father's face ; Those new desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, He hears thy deep repentant sigh, He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no intruding ear is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear ; Thy Father calls, no longer mourn, Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 267 Psalm 8S - 1 While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given ; But soon, ah ! soon, approaching night Shall blot out ever}' hope of heaven. 2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before His bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save. In that lone land of deep despair No sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ; No God regard your bitter prayer, Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 4 While God invites, how blest the day ! How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! Come, sinners, haste, oh haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. 268 1 Haste, traveller,haste ! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone ; While thou art sleeping on the ground Danger and darkness gather round. 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. Then linger not in all the plain ; Flee for thy life, the mountain gain ! Look not behind, make no delay, Oh speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! DOXOLOGY. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth and all in heaven. 55 NVITATION BLUMENTHAL =d 1 — =t Double s ^ « : ~ :ESE _-£■- Plgili=^=i=^^=E^^ ■I :N==P=Pi: 4=^ 260 1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep ; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; Raise thy spirit dark and dead ; Jesus waits His light to shed : Wake from sleep, arise from death ; See the bright and living path ; Watchful tread that path, be wise ; Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 2 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, From this hour redeem the time ; Life secure, without delay ; Evil is thy mortal day : Be not blind and foolish still, Called of Jesus, learn His will ; Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed His light. 26l 1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate ; There, till mercy speaks within, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait : 56 Knock, He knows the sinner's cry ; Weep, He loves the mourner's tears ; Watch, for saving grace is nigh ; Wait, till heavenly grace appears. Hark ! it is the Saviour's voice, "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!" Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest : Safe, from all the lures of vice ; Owned, by joys the contrite know ; Bought, by love, and life the price ; Blest, the mighty debt to owe. Holy pilgrim, what for thee In a world like this remains? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains : Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame, from glory's view retire ; Doubt, in full belief shall die, Pain, in endless bliss expire. WARNING AND INVITATION. Belmont. 8s, 7s & 4s. w^^mmm ners, poor and wretched, - ble, He is a - ble, , *- 4L #■ #■ Weak He and wound-ed, sick and is will - ing, doubt no ^pi^pppppp JU-L ^ ^ =1- , _L^ L. ^ L-9- 1 L # — C , # — I - S ) 1 ly stands to save you, Full of pi Je - sus rea - to save you, Full of pi - ty, love, and power ling, doubt no more. come, and welcome ;>1 £. Isaiah 55 .1. 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save yon, Full of pity, love and power. He is able, He is wil 2 Ho, ye needy God's free bounty glorify ! True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives you ; 'T is the Spirit's rising beam. 513. 1 Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls; Bids you hrste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls ; Hear, O sinner ! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 Haste, O sinner, to the Saviour ! Seek his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over ; Soon your life will pass away : Haste, O sinner ! You must perish if you stay. =1 — 3- 514. 1 Sinners, will you scorn the message, Coming from the courts above? Mercy beams in every passage ; Every line is full of love ; Oh ! believe it, Every line is full of love. 2 Now the heralds of salvation Joyful news from heaven proclaim ! Sinners freed from condemnation, Through the all-atoning Lamb! Life receiving Throuo-h the all-atonino- Lamb. 3 O ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way , Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay : Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. 515. 1 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer- Welcome to this heart of mine; Lord, I make a full surrender, Every power and thought be thine, Thine entirely, Throuo-h eternal ag-es thine. o o 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear ; Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near ; Shout, O Zion ! Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here. 57 IE INSPIRATION NASHVILLE. L. P. M. m— rt-i=t= » s=s =i — -i— 1 l=Si -g- 4S. i — *= 1 — *f — t — S^— i — H- lill. ill Si^=5^|=i^=p=iie=5=^Iii=_^ l^^lHiil^liiiiiii^ * .<=- =t: 256 Psalm 19. 1 I love the volume of Thy word ; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 2 From the discoveries of Thy law, The perfect rules of life I draw ; These are my study and delight; Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that has the furnace passed, Appears so pleasing to the sight. 3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain; Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. 58 PRAISE LEBANON. S. M. Double. -m- -m- -tm- 0- ^ — ' mmmim - >-4 S-U-^-jLj— i fj^c -p- -m-_ -ft2l£i > j grjgrrjE: :: 5— P» — * e-*- f^ --»— H -* — p* — i*— * — • — [-^ — »— 10 — P Fp .Fz'w. D.S. £E3=*=g=g: ;*-* C2 —3: % — *■«« — S=p=£ f^S: -I* — m — s-h- T fc^S f- 1*- *_ «±* -»- -m- T~l 3 6< i I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold, I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled : I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. 2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild : They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 'Twas He that loved my soul, 'T was He that washed me in His blood, 'T was He that made me whole : 'T was He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ; T was He that brought me to the fold, 'T is He that still doth keep. 4 No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled, I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold : No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam; I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love His home ! 361 I was a foe to God, I fought in Satan's host, I trifled all His grace away, Alas ! my soul was lost : Yet God forgets my sin ; His heart, with pity moved, He gives me, Son of God, in Thee ; Lo, thus our God hath loved ! Once, blind with sin and self, Along the treacherous way That ends in ruin at the last, I hastened far astray : Then God sent down His Son ; For with a love most deep, Most undeserved, His heart still yearned O'er me, poor wandering sheep ! God with His life of love To me was far and strange ; My heart clung only to the world Of sight, and sense, and change : In Thee, Immanuel, Are God and man made one ; In Thee my heart hath peace with God, And union in the Son. 59 EVENING, SOLITUDE 7$. P31HS :=tq ^m =\=&= & £± ==*==«= I 1- ^ i ■ 4=L ^:=r S=: 90I i Now with the declining sun Day to night is passing on : So doth mortal life descend Swiftly to its destined end. 2 From the cross Thine arms spread wide, Fold the world, O Crucified ! Help us love the cross ; in Thy Dear embrace help us to die ! 3 Glory to the Eternal One ! Glory to the Only Son ! Glory to the Spirit be Now, and through eternity ! 902 1 Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away ; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with Thee ! 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin ! 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away j Then, from sin and sorrow free Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee ! 60 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity ; Then from Thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye ! 9°3 1 Source of light and life divine, Thou didst cause the light to shine ; Thou didst bring Thy sunbeams forth O'er Thy new created earth. 2 Shade of night and morning ray Took from Thee the name of Day : Now again the shades are nigh, Listen to our mournful cry. 3 May we ne'er, by guilt deprest, Lose the way to endless rest ; May no thoughts impure and vain Draw our souls to earth again. 4 Rather lift them to the skies Where our dear-bought treasure lies ; Help us in our daily strife, Make us struggle into life. 5 Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Praise and glory be to Thee Now and for eternity. EVENING, EVENTIDE. ios. e^ — J — 3 ,— ^ Ih ^l - g g : fiilta -£2^_ -&- I =§= :fett ^ -g-__ffl - — A - men. :^^d rt^: <9r *A« CA««^. ^M=i=|^iElg^i^ ;EgEE£g^|^i| i ^j r ^_^ i J:i^EE it ■=>• ■» A- men. m^^mm^m=^^^ m *-*■ ^ 5*- 8 74 i Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh abide with me ! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see ; Thou who changest not, abide with me ! 3 I need Thy presence even- passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like Thyself my Guide and Stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, oh abide with me ! 4 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 ? 1 triumph still, if Thou abide with me ! 5 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, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 61 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, COCHRAN. ios &. 4 8. P^i ^= — 53 C* 2? sJ 5) * f 1 g - — r^ fez j"^ prl 1 — r igil— gi fig_b< 5»=^=^: 1 — i — r 179 1 How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb Where once the Crucified was borne, And veiled in midnight gloom ! Oh weep no more the Saviour slain ; , The Lord is risen, He lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord ; "Behold the place, He is not here I" The tomb is all unbarred ; The gates of death were closed in vain ; The Lord is risen, He lives again. 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer Your early footsteps bend ; The Saviour will Himself be there, Your Advocate and Friend ; Once by the law your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again. HASTINGS. 8,6,8,6,8,8. 1,11- _1?:^£-_ ♦ -^1 ~~I T" 1 — r— r— 69 THE SECOND ADVENT. NORTHFIELD. C. M. SF3 z=z £ mm -I 1- ^ ^H Sg± .* — m — m- -i — i — r »ii -I — i- J ■*• J. rri. J J ' l ' --- r =tS£^J I — r 82I 1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes ! The earth and seas are passed away, And the old rolling skies. 2 From the third heaven where God resides, That holy, happy place, The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with shining grace. 3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, " Mortals, behold the sacred seat Of your descending King. 4 " The God of glory, down to men, Removes His blest abode ; Men, the dear objects of His grace, And He their loving God. 5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye ; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself shall die !" 6 How long, dear Saviour, oh, how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. 822 1 The whole creation groans, and waits, Till we who love Thee, Lord, Shall stand within Thy temple gates, And shine, the sons of God. 70 tz=:b=£ 2 The sons of God, how bright they shine ! No mortal eye can see ; We sinners shall be made divine ; We shall be one with Thee. 3 One with the Lord and all His saints, Thy nature in our own, Thy crown our rich inheritance, Heirs to Thy royal throne ! 823 1 As Jesus died and rose again, Victorious, from the dead, So His disciples rise, and reign With their triumphant Head. 2 The time draws nigh when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend 5 And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend. 3 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake ; The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundation shake. 4 The saints of God, from death set free, With joy shall mount on high ; The heavenly host with praises loud Shall meet them in the sky. 5 Together to their Father's house With joyful hearts they go, And dwell forever with the Lord Beyond the reach of woe. THE SECOND ADVENT. OLIPHANT. 8s, 7 s & 4 s. i^fes =^^ -H -^ =d— =t-p= =r-d-i M^ — 1 — n gg. g i — rt — ; - — i— -f-2- — 1= — S , J -tS>- — g , ; — «& — t J ^-8 — 2 - i i L i- i i ■ i ■ i " i 1 | — ss? F^ 1 1 r= — i- . —7—1 ^ n 1 — '— 1 r Tutti. i-TJ f> | =*= =F3= p^-frr .SW<5». "^ pp s =a g **- @_^g _ — ;S> 1 r. ■&: jssl JM. .gz. ^^ d.J?i'-J - s> — •&- PPg^ =f 801 i Lo! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train : Hallelujah ! Jesus comes, He comes to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought, and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 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 ! 4 Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit ; Hasten, Lord, and quickly come! The new heaven and earth to inherit, Take Thy pining exiles home ! All creation Travails groans, come ! and bids Thee Yea, amen ! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne ! 72 Saviour, take the power and glory, Claim the kingdom for Thine own ! Oh, come quickly ! Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come ! 802 i Day of Judgment, day of wonders ! Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round : How the summons Will the sinner's heart confound ! 2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine ! Ye, who long for His appearing, Then shall say, This God is mine ! Gracious Saviour, Own me in that day for Thine. 3 At His call, the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powers of nature, shaken By His look, prepare to flee : Careless sinner, What will then become of thee ! 4 But to those who have confessed, Loved and served the Lord below, He will say, — " Come near, ye blessed ! See the kingdom I bestow • You forever Shall My love and glory know." HEAVEN 9" Bernard. 7s & 6s. D. F-- L© 1 0~ L 0- -v »— C f- 1. For thee, dear, dear Country ! Mine eves their vigils keep : For ve -iHt t ! -rr ' ^ * — l-T- ' # — # — r#^— •— — *--i-?5-= 1 -I I I | ) , , 1 | s r-J -fU J , 1 "> J U-J hj- -I— -J — Fh— - 1 — -J ^i — ' 1— F*— — *— * — w \— f-#-*-*-T- — *— F*-t — *+ I — # — L # 9 —*-£i- L &-. — ■— L #-^— # — # — # — L e * tf _c^_»_ # zc - hold - ing Thy happy name, they weep ; — one, on - ly man - sion ! Par - a - i i I i • A i— J-J-T-j - t 0-1-G — h~\. £ _t J i__j N =E :x J=d :-S=^-| ;#-±jS; H dise of joy ! Where tears are ev - er ban • ished, And bliss hath no .-©- -0- +- • 3: p. + ^a E3_^i____i_i_t- 9#JE»f^ al - loy. d-0- sua I 288. Rev. 21 : 10. 1 For thee, dear, dear Country ! Mine eyes their vigils keep: For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep ;- O one, O only, mansion ! O Paradise of joy ! Where tears are ever banished, And bliss hath no alloy. 2 Thv ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced ; The saints build up the fabric, The corner-stone is Christ ! Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower ; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. 3 They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with song; And bright with many an angel, With many a martyr-throng ; The Prince is ever in them, The light is aye serene, The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 4 There is the throne of David; And there, from toil released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast ; And they, beneath their Leader, Who conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white! 1289. John 17 : 24. 1 No ser.s again shall sever, No desert intervene ; No deep sad-flowing river Shall roll its tide between : Love and unsevered union Of soul with those we love, Nearness and glad communion, Shall be our joy above. 2 No dread of wasting sickness, No thought of ache or pain, No fretting hours of weakness, Shall mar our peace again : No death our homes o'ershading, Shall e'er our harps unstring ; For all is life unfading In presence of our King ! 73 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE JENNER. 7s & 6s. Bf. Ewing. d t ¥ W^ W sm sa - lem the gold - en, With milk and hon - ey blest ! :g: g^^-g- w * p ^=w Be - neath thy con - tern - pla - tion Sink heart and voice op -35- : prest m £= 3t H^ j u-^^^FFFf^^ know not, oh, I know not What so - cial joys are Si s ffig - s& fib •^ ^ there i p^ a I ■^ ^ : What fr&T-^ ra - dian - cy of glo ■fa ry, What light be - yond com - pare. fe PI A-men. -<= 9 P ^ t=X- &=? I087 i Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest ! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest : I know not, oh, I know not What social joys are there ; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 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. 74 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, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessed country, Shall I e'er see thy face ? O sweet and blessed country, Shall I e'er win thy grace ? Exult, O dust and ashes ! The Lord shall be thy part, His only, his forever Thou shalt be, and thou art ! BERNARDb MISSIONS. WATCHMAN, TELL US OF THE NIGHT. 7 s. Double. p=f ==>=^=fl 1 1 1 -: ±-|— I— -3 =^^ fe£ 1 b — f :s — g= :g=f?=± #■ J ; J J ^ ... 1 - 1 -t— ^ — *— r— I 1 1 n ^ » HT-. ° -■ I 1 1 1 ' t_g- £ g E ft L_j ^- r — U — 1 t | i — u — t- — ^_- y t !==g-: r tzsd: *c£ tf tg w ^ m— --£■ g: 3=S 7+2 i Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are ! Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star ! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell ? Traveller, yes \ it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; Higher yet that star ascends ! Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth its course portends ! Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveller, ages are its own ; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn ! Traveller, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn : Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home ! Traveller, lo ! the Prince of Peace, Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 75 MISSIONS. SIBERIA. 8s, 7 s & 4 s. fcl!=t j=Jb= l_lH^— = T===I -0S 1 _J J — h p-jj -n 1 N- r-^T !"2 ■J3-JS*-, -j i#_ 1 — w — -•*J- T -J ^ ff H i w ^=F r 1 p — y H i i ' Lf__ — l 1DJ — kri 1 -t ' r -i — -u 3 »- T B SEES J A *: / ■^=^M=± 111 733 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Cheered by no celestial ray, Sun of Righteousness, arising, Bring the bright, the glorious day : Send the gospel To the earth's remotest bound. Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness — Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; And from eastern coast to western May the morning chase the night ; And redemption, Freely purchased, win the day ! Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel, Win and conquer, never cease ; May thy lasting, wide dominion Multiply and still increase ; Sway Thy sceptre, Saviour, all the world around ! 7 73+ i Christian, see, the orient morning Breaks along the heathen sky ; Lo ! the expected day is dawning, Glorious day-spring from on high : Hallelujah! Hail the day-spring from on high ! 2 Zion's Sun, salvation beaming, Gilding now the radiant hills, Rise and shine till, brighter gleaming, All the world Thy glory fills : Hallelujah! Hail the day-spring from on high ! 3 Lord of every tribe and nation, Spread Thy truth from pole to pole ! Spread the light of Thy salvation, Till it shine on every soul : Hallelujah ! Hail the day-spring from on high ! THE CHURCH. TIVOLI. 8s &. 7 s. Fin*. mm^mmmm B.C. CC7 Psalm 87. i Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? Grace which, like the Lord the Giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near : Thus deriving from their banner Light by night and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray. 4 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. 558 1 See, from Zion ? s sacred mountain Streams of living water flow ; God has opened there a fountain That supplies the world below : They are blessed Who its sovereign virtues know. 2 Through ten thousand channels flow ing, Streams of mercy find their way, Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Waking beaut}* from decay : O ye nations Hail the long-expected day ! 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure All-enriching as it goes, Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure Buds and blossoms as the rose : Lo, the desert Sings for joy where'er it flows ! 77 CHURCH Stoughton. 8s & 7 s. D. ^g~« — « — «^ -=» — j j- — "j- — — ■"-[ © — <-©- 1. Sa - viour, vi - sit thy plan-ta - tion ! Grant us, Lord, a gra - cious rain • . J.*\. ~. I N .J I -rr— O +J± ■ .Mz* -"■■*■+•* ■-^i- i i i i i i I *^ i r ■ i ■ All will come to de - so - la - tion, Un - less thou re - turn a - gain. d. s. Lest, for want of thine as - sis - tance, Ev - ery plant should droop and die. , I IS I I Ur # N i ' "NE. H I 'I I "V D. S. Keep no long - er at a dis-tance, Shine up - on us from on high, Cant. 4 1159. 1 Sa.viour, visit thy plantation ! Grant ns, Lord, a gracious rain : All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. 2 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished ; Every part looked gay and green ; Then thy word our spirits nourished : Happy seasons we have seen. But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see : Lord, thy help is greatly needed : Help can only come from thee. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent: Make us prevalent in prayer ; Let each one esteemed thy servant Shun the world's bewitching snare. Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh, And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. 78 1160. Psalm 87. 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city ot our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams ( f living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove: Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage? Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near: Ho who gives them daily manna, He who listens when they cry, — Let him hear the loud hosanna, Rising to his throne on high. OCCASIONAL. OSGOOD. 8s, 7s & 4s. Ritter. A rranged. jgi rr^^-aa^ *>=P ! F ^=T=*=grg j Souls in heathen darkness ly-ing, Where no light has broken thro' — ) ' ( Souls that Jesus bought by dying, Whom his soul in travail knew — [ Thousand voices, :£ ■£■ mi m I fpf ^ H«- PHH §g Thousand voices Call us, o'er the wa-ters blue, Call us, o'er the wa - ters blue. §§i^ ^E nrry t=t 1223 2 Christians, hearken ! None has taught them Of his love so deep and dear ; Of the precious price that bought them • Of the nail, the thorn, the spear ; Ye who know him, Guide them from their darkness drear. 3 Haste, oh haste, and spread the tidings Wide to earth's remotest strand ; Let no brother's bitter chidings Rise against us — when we stand In the judgment — From some far, forgotten land. 4 Lo ! the hills for harvest whiten, All along each distant shore ; Seaward far the islands brighten, — Light of nations ! lead us o'er : When we seek them, Let thy Spirit go before ! 1224 1 Yes — my native land ! I love thee ; All thy scenes I love them, well ; Friends, connections, happy country, Can I bid you all farewell ? Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell ? Home ! — thy joys are passing lovely — ■ Joys no stranger-heart can tell ; Happy home ! — 'tis sure I love thee ! Can I — can I say — Farewell? Can I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell ? Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, Holy days and Sabbath-bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure ! Can I say a last farewell ? Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell ? Yes ! I hasten from you gladly, From the scenes I love so well ; Far away, ye billows ! bear me ; Lovely native land ! — farewell ! Pleased I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell. In the deserts let me labor, On the mountains let me tell How he died — the blessed Saviour — To redeem a world from hell ! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell. S. F. Smith. 79 MISSIONS TELEMAN'S CHANT. ^=a — s- pttH •— s R" r m « — /7\ t — h — n-J-. J^-i N N N H-r-^ - „ ^-4-^- — to - r • * * *-* ■ 1* f n — p ^— -: 9 1 ■ ^ « 1 =— 1 ^^—Z~ — £ W b* 1 1 !_ -^ — ^ — *- J — * - /Tv B-P - t»=3- v =» ^— Lj a -g m-- — » m f 1 1* J * — e-H- fed? — ■-*- f r — '-^ i — d -a — (■—£-- -i- — !• — =3= -r— > > * U 1 1 * : * * -«•- j ^ 2 a— »— — !• • • — i— F * 1— * n- r ^» K Li p ' ' " ^'" P H ^-5— $-ri? -& - .r .: l - L 735 i Wake the song of jubilee, Let it echo o'er the sea ! Now is come the promised hour ; Jesus reigns with glorious power ! 2 All ye nations, join and sing, Praise your Saviour, praise your King ; Let it sound from shore to shore, " Jesus reigns for evermore !" 3 Hark ! the desert lands rejoice, And the islands join their voice ; Joy ! the whole creation sings, "Jesus is the King of kings !" 736 1 " Give us room, that we may dwell,' Zion's children cry aloud : See their numbers how they swell, How they gather like a cloud ! 2 Oh, how bright the morning seems, Brighter, from so dark a night ! Zion is like one that dreams, Filled with wonder and delight. 3 Lo, thy sun goes down no more, God Himself will be thy light ; All that caused thee grief before Buried lies in endless night. 80 4 Zion, now arise and shine, Lo, thy light from heaven is come ; These that crowd from far are thine, Give thy sons and daughters room. J ^ J Psalm 72. 1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, When, beneath Messiah's sway, Every nation, every clime, Shall the gospel call obey. 2 Mightiest kings His power shall own ; Heathen tribes His Name adore j Satan and his host, o'erthrown, Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 3 Then shall wars and tumults cease, Then be banished grief and pain: Righteousness and joy and peace, Undisturbed, shall ever reign. 4 Bless we then our gracious Lord ; Ever praise His glorious Name ; All His mighty acts record ; All His wondrous love proclaim. DOXOLOGY. Sing we to our God above, Praise eternal as His love ; Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! INDEX OF HYMNS AND TUNES. Column " H gives th : number of the Hymn in Songs of the Church. Column " P" refers to the P. page of its corresponding Tune in the Supplement. H. H. H. P. H. P. P. 860, . . . . 61 915, .... 51 974, .... 4 1034, ... 51 861, . . . . 4 917, .... 13 975, .... 4 1035, . . 29 862, . . . . 30 918, .... 32 978, .... 36 1036, . . 28 863, . . . . 1 919, .... 30 979, .... 3 1037, . . 3 864, . . . . 11 920, .... 60 980, .... 45 1039, . . 51 865, . . . . 18 921, .... 27 982, .... 35 1040, . . 46 866, . . . . 19 922, .... 49 983, .... 3 1.041, . . 52 867, . . . . 18 923, .... 6 984, .... 45 1042, . . 48 868, . . . . 72 924, .... 8 985, .... 71 1043, . . 38 869, . . . . 18 925, .... 24 986, .... 32 1045, (Woodland). 870, . . . . 10 926, .... 34 987, .... 43 1046, (Ingleside). 871, . . . . 37 927, .... 30 988, .... 22 1049, ... 3 872, . . . . 28 928, .... 7 989, .... 44 1050, . . 16 874, . . . . 51 929, .... 17 990, .... 55 1051, . . 16 875, . . . . 75 930, .... 20 991, . . . .28 1052, . . 61 876, '. . . . 9 931, (Ingleside). 992, .... 50 1053, . . 40 877, . . . . 9 933, .... 45 993, .... 37 1054, . . 29 878, . . . . 5 935, . . . .48 994, .... 37 1055, . . 42 879, . . . . 26 937, .... 53 995, .... 56 1056, . . 48 880, . . . 26 939, .... 37 997, .... 43 1057, . . 32 881, . . . 8 940, .... 29 998, .... 49 1058, . . 52 882, . . . 52 941, .... 69 999, .... 56 1059, • . 69 883, . . . 34 942, .... 35 1000, .... 32 1060, . . 17 884, . . . 2 943, .... 4 1001,:. ... 65 1061, . . 1 885, . . . 20 944, .... 14 1002, .... 65 1063, . . 18 886, . . . 10 945, .... 10 1003, .... 52 1064, . . 43 887, . . . 2 946, .... 21 1004, .... 52 1065, . . 38 888, . . . 28 947, .... 49 1005, .... 59 1066, . . 29 890, . . . 4 948, .... 35 1006, (Gerhardt). 1067, . . 43 891, . . . 22 949, .... 40 1007, .... 27 1068, . . 48 892, . . . . 28 950, (Forest). 1008, .... 55 1069, . . 51 893, . . . 5 951, .... 52 1009, .... 55 1070, . . 48 894, . . . 17 952, .... 16 1010, (Forest). 1072, . . . 10 895, . . . 31 954, .... 50 1012, .... 56 1073, . . . 46 896, (Lischer). 955, .... 52 1013, .... 50 1075, . . 44 897, . . . ,32 956, .... 17 1014, .... 50 1076, 32 898, . . . 71 957, .... 50 1015, .... 55 1077, '. '. . 38 899, . . . 47 958, .... 21 1016, .... 60 1078, . . . 65 900, . . . 33 959, .... 30 1018, .... 44 1079, . . . 7 901, . . . 60 960, .... 22 1019, .... 50 1080, . . . 28 902, . . . . 58 961, (Forest). 1020, (Lischer). 1081, . . . 36 903, . . . . 46 962, .... 16 1023, .... 17 1082, . . . 46 904, . . . . 69 963, .... 3 1024, .... 42 1083, . . . 21 905, . . 3 964, .... 9 1025, .... 27 1084, . . . 35 906, . . . . 52 965, .... 57 1026, .... 54 1085, . . . 32 907, . . . . 21 966, .... 27 1027, .... 60 1087, (Do rrnance). 908, . . . . 12 967, .... 51 1028, .... 15 1088, . . .51 909, . . . 1 968 60 1029, .... 26 1089, . . . 69 910, . . . . 52 969, .... 4 1030 56 1090, . . . 50 912, . . . . 49 971, .... 55 1031, .... 60 1091, . . . 62 913, . . . . 15 972, .... 65 1032, .... 51 1092, ( Marth). 914. . . . 6 073, .... 28 1033, .... 80 1093, ( Fr ederick). H. P. 1094, . . . 88 1095 40 1096, . . . . 32 1097, . . . . 60 1099 11 1100, . . . 46 46 1102. (Jewett). 1104, . . . 36 1105, . . . 36 1106, . . . 27 1107, . . . 70 1108, . . . 2.-> 1109, . . . 17 1110, . . . 6 1111, . . . . 66 1112, . . . 19 1113, . . . ' 70 1114. . . . 19 1116 61 H. P. H. p. 1117, . . . . 69 1140, 64 1118, . . . . 28 1141. 64 1120, . . . . 16 1142. 58 1121, . . . . 54 1143, 64 1123, . . . . 38 1 14:.. 32 1124, . . . . 39 1146, (H indy). 1125, . . . . 7 1147. 32 1126, . . . . 12 1 1 50, (P ►meroy) 1128, . . . . 75 1151, 31 1129,'. . 77 1153, (M arian). 1130, . . . . 76 1154. 64 1131, . . . . 76 1155, 6*1 1132, . . . . 39 1156, 70 1133, . . . . 73 1157, 63 1134, . . . . 73 1161, 8 1135, . . . . 74 1163, 23 1136, . . . . 19 1164, 50 1137, . . . . 80 1165, 29 1138, . . . . 11 1167, 78 1139, . . . . 65 1168. W H. 1169, 1170, 1171. 1172, 1178, 1175. 1176, 1178, L179, 1180, 1181, 1183, 1184, 1185. 1186, 1187, 1188, 1190, 1191, 1192, 70 46 78 23 23 74 78 70 38 25 54 60 29 2 51 16 INDEX TO SUPPLEMENT. PAGE Admah, 3 Alfreton, 14 Ascension, 69 Aspinwall (chant), . . 63 Auburn, 50 Barber, 9 Bartimeus, 66 Belmont, 57 Berlin, 63 Bernard, 73 Blumenthal, .... 56 Braden, 22 Canterbury, . . . . 11 Clarion, 30 Clarendon, 52 Cochran, 62 Colchester, 18 Coventry. 51 Creation, 18 Dalston, 1 Dirge, 64 Dort, 25 Dover, 47 Dwight, 42 Edith, 58 BSdmeston, 82 Effingham, 87 Elizabethtown, ... 46 Ellesdie, 39 PAGE Ernan, 65 Eventide, 61 Finney, 72 Fleming 8 Folsom, 24 Forest, 20 Geneva, 4 Gilead, 12 Going Home, .... 67 Good News, .... 26 Haddam, 17 Harwood, 15 Hastings, 69 Haydn, 5 Henry, 28 Herald Angels, . . . 23 Hursley, 31 1 Love to Tell, ... 41 Ingleside, 52 Jenner, 74 Lanesboro, 7 Lebanon, 59 Lenox. 80 Loving Kindness, . . 20 Luther, 19 Lyte, 40 Merlon, 16 Miriam 44 Nashville 58 Newark 67 North field, 70 Oaksville, 27 Oliphant, 71 Olive's Brow, .... 45 Olney 54 Opal, 34 Osgood, 79 Petition, 55 Quebec, 43 Repose, 48 Holland, 2 Rothwell, 35 Saviour like a Shepherd. -Y3 Siberia, 76 Sicilian Hymn, ... 43 Smyrna, .... W Solitude, M St. Martin's, .... 21 Stonefield, 6 Stoughton, 78 Teleman'a Chant. . . 80 Theodora 29 The Other Side. . . . 68 Tivoli, 77 Truro, 10 Vanhall's Hymn. . . 38 Watchman, .... 8c, Watchman Tell Us, . 75