/ FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY SCB, S5S+ Phrtaion Sect. vu &■■ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/jubileehaOOgorh HYMN "JUBILEE CHOICE SELECTION, PUBLIC AND SOCIAL WORSHIP. \xs\ ' Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord ; let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation." — Psalm xcv. 1. BOSTON: ADVENT CHRISTIAN PUBLICATION SOCIETY, GEORGE T. ADAMS, BUSINESS AGENT, 160 Hanover Street. PREFACE. Tins volume, as its title indicates, embraces the hymns of " The Jubilee Harp," without the music. It is designed to meet the wants of the many in our congregations who never use the music, and who desire a book with larger print, at a lower price. The whole has been carefully revised and cor- rected, and a brief supplement of choice and popular hymns appended. The general favor with which " The Harp " has been re- ceived, and the large circulation which it has already attained, encourages the belief that " The Hymns," as a companion to the other, will find in all our churches a still wider wel- come, because it satisfies the wants of a larger number of those who take part in Christian worship. Embracing, as it docs, so many of the best hymns in the language, freed from the errors of a false theology, and in harmony with the faith and hope of the gospel, it commends itself, we trust, to the favor of all who would sing the Lord's praises " with the spirit " and " with the understanding also." May it quicken and give voice to the devotions of his wait- ing church, until that glad day comes when we shall all join in " the new song around the throne M 1 The figures in parenthesis, aftci the number of the hymn, refer to the page of ' The Jubilee Harp " where the same hymn may be found Entered, according to Act of Congress, ii the year 1868, by Tim Advent Christian Publication Society, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. INDEX Or SUBJECTS. NOTE.— The figures in this Index refer to the Hymn— not to the pageu Public "Worship. Opening— 4. 5, 7, 14, 36, 42, 51, 76, $8, 138,140, 199, 219, 243, 254, *70, 301, 302, 306, 307, 310, 337, 372, 381, 6y5, 723, 737, 773. Closing— £, 169, 283, 388. General Praise— 1, 2, 11, 13, 14, 19, 22, 33, 34. 35,43, 44, 47,49, 50, 52, 53, 70, 71, 74, 77, 84, 93, 94, 156, 167, 215, 224, 228, 229, 234, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 263, 264, 273, 290, 300, 311, 317, 3i8, 322, 324, 325, 330, 341, 342, 345, 346. 350, 358, 371, 378, 399, 400, 413, 422, 446, 476, 533, 536, 544, 573, 590, 599, 634, 744, 758, 769, 772, 775, 779, 800, 814, 810. GOD, his Perfections and Providence— 3, 10, 12, 20, 68, 117, 124, 150, 164, 208, 336, 347, 516, 747, 764, 765, 768, 778. The Scriptures— 46, 174, 180, 233, 443, 464, 489, 570, 662, 724, 728, 738, 766, 780, 783, 792. 807. CHRIST— 21, 27, 110, 146, 175, 189, 210, 214, 226, 333, 429, 435, 450,478, 519, 608, 014, 019, 636, 094, 703, 771, 789, 803. Advent— 152, 153, 154, 155, 701, 707, 710. Passio re— 16, 114, 420, 571, 757. Crucifixion— 111, 115, li4, 366, 407, 440, 459, 467, 492, 501, 656, 668, 734, 785. Resurrection—?), 344. 412, 586, 706, 804. (Supplement, 2.) Coming and Reign— 17, 63, 64, 165, 207, 221, 228, 229, 236, 258, 259, 309, 326, 335, 343, 351, 363, 382, 387, 393, 394, 395, 396, 406, 407, 408, 409, 411, 417, 430, 448, 461, 462, 473, 494, 496, 500, 520, 524, 527, 530, 541, 502, 572, 577, 601, 003, 618, 039, 640, 047, 050, 663, 665, 067, 669, 676, 677, 679, 6S3, 687, 690, G93, G99, 716, 722, 732, 746, 751, 753. (Supplement, 4.) IIOLT SPIRIT— 24, 25, 85, 136, 183, 204, 245, 246, 247, 248, 249, 348, 517, 686, 721. 729, 748, 798, 799, 805. Redemption— 101, 108, 145, 160, 201, 202, 212, 262, 265, 294, 328, 340, 379, 428, 457, 532, 545, 556, 558, 559, 574, 594, 597, 615, 616, 624, 626, 672, 697. (Supplement, 9.) INVITATION -23, 45, 54, 62, 67, 82. 132, 147. 187, 188, 200, 256, 266, 267, 282, 367, 369, 377, 404, 442, 456, 474, 479, 484, 502, 513, 526, 537, 538, 550, 566, 580, 610, Gil, 627, 632, 638, 641, 649, 660, 061, 696, 713, 714, 715, 717, 718, 7i0, 731, 787, 817. (Supp. 8, 13.) Penitential— 41, 103, 118, 122, 106, 209, 270, 313, 314, 355, 363, 375, 391, 452, 539, 583, 598, 612, 739, 795. (Supplement, 11.) Christian Experience— 48. 78, 98, 116, 141, 142, 195, 205,208, 255, 293, 295, 290, 338, 439, 451, 455. 459, 406, 503 507, 511, 525, 548, 654, 609, 628, 680, 084, 085, 700, 709, 730, 815. INDEX OF SUBJECTS. Love— 05, 120, 12G, 1S6, 6*2, 712, 777, 790. Faith— 38, 72, 75, 123, 125, 131, 144, 151, 103, 172, 173, 17S, 203, 213, 220, 23"», 291, 292, 312, 410, 4sl, 490, 022, 070, 074, 750, 755, 701, 7SS, 790, 821. Hope— 80, 91. 141, 159, 171, 170, 2G8, 332, 444, 403, 491, 498. (Sup- plement, 7, 10.) Warfare-^ 00, 73, 81, 101, 209, 319, 320, 321, 323, 357, 3S5, 431 45:;, 512, 552, 559, 507,501, 051, 071. Consecration— 50. 01, 7S, 119, 177, 218, 244. 3G0, 392, 425, 441 468, 409, 508, 510, 595, 704, 740, 712, 702, 786, 800. Complaint— .92, 125, 334,174, 421, 578, 000, 052. Joy— 18, 480, 485, 514, 515, 653, 568, 004, 017. Afflictions— 100, 110, 278, 2S9, 297, 298, 303, 414, 415, 424, 447, 501, 621, 529, 574, 007, G33, G40, 720, 735, 759. Aspirationr-m, 271, 277, 284, 308, 370, 418, 449, 475, 518, 542, 5S1, 002, 613, 030, 048. (Supplement. 3.) Fellowship— 15, 223, 305, 352,359, 432, 437, 45S, 482, 584, 5S7,810. Watchfulness— 285, 301, 300, 310, 433, 402, 021, 047. Prayer*- 121, 327, 329, 383, 403, 500, 005, 00G, 702, 797, S19, 820. Zeal— 20, 354, 540, 503, 030, 754. Ordinances. Dedication— 30, 31, 32. Ordination — 65, 81. Baptism— 07, 274, 39S, 405, 091, 71G. Lord's Supper— 287, 288, 384, 575, 582, 813, 818. Miscellaneous— 133, 200, 349, 350, 401, 523, 547, 5G4, 5G5, 579, 589, (ill, (ill, 725, 733, 743, 750, 784. Than ksq i vin q — 405 . Pastoral— 307, 631, 705, 781, 811. Mominq Hymns— 168, 281, 353, 354, 390, 793, 802. Evening Hymns— 00, 148, 158. 184, 299, 59(», 719, 749, 7G3, 77G, 791. Sunday Schools— 470, 540, 020, G23, G37, 042, G45. Family S, 678v G88, 092, 0J8, 745, 752. (Supplement, 5, 0, 8, 12.) 4 HYMNS OF THE JUBILEE 'HIJk.FiF. { (5) (Winchester.) L. M. 1 rpO God, the great, the ever blest, JL Let songs of honor be addressed ; His mercy firm forever stands, Give him the thanks his love demands. 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ! Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise ! Blest are the souls who fear thee still, And pay their duty to thy will. 3 Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed ; And, with the same salvation, bless The meanest suppliaut of thy grace. 4 Oh, may I see thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice ! Thi3 is my glory, Lord, to be Joined to thy saints, and near to thee. 5 H Y MNS. 2 (5) {Winchester.) L. M. 1 T)RAISE, everlasting praise, be paid JL To II im who earth's foundation laid ; Praise to the God, whose strong decrees 8 way the creation as he please. 2 Firm are the words his prophets give, Sweet words on which his children live ; Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke and spread the skies abroad. 3 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling orrows drown our eyes? Slowly, alas ! oar mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. 4 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what th' Almighty saith ; T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven our own. 5 Then should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break ; Our steady souls shall fear no more, Than solid rocks when billows roar. 3 (5) (Winchester.) L. M. 1 rpiIE Lord, how wond'rous are his ways ! JL How firm his truth ! how large his grace J He takes his mercy for his throne, — And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half SO far lias nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. H Y M INT S . 4 How slowly doth his wrath arise ! On swifter wings salvation flies ; And, if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn ! 4 (6) {Devotion.) L. M. 1 QWEET is the day of sacred rest, O Xo mortal care shall seize my breast ; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of, solemn sound. 2 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 3 Fools never raise their thoughts so high, Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; Like grass they flourish till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. 4 But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below ; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 5 (7) {Devotion.) L. M, 1 T ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand, JU In gardens planted by thy hand ; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above ; Not Lebanon, with all its trees, Yield such a comelv sight as these. ' 7 HYMXS. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live ; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive ;) Time that does all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just and true : None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. 5i (7) (Devotion.) L. M. 1 IHTOW pleasant, how divinely fair, XI O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God ; My God ! my King ! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee ? 3 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion\s gate ; God is their strength, and, through the road. They lean upon their helper, God. 5 Cheerful they walk, witli growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. ({ (7) (Devotion.) L. M. 1 A NOTHER six days' work is done; 1\_ Another Sabbath is begun. Return, my soul, enjoy the rest ; Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven, 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies ; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties let the day In holy pleasures pass away. How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hopes of one that ne'er shall end. 7 (7) (Devotion.) L. M. 1 TT7TTH one consent let all the earth V V To God their cheerful voices raise , Glad homage pay, with hallowed mirth, And sing before him songs of praise ; 2 Assured that he is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed ; We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock which he delights to feed. 3 0 ! enter, then, his temple gate ; Thence to his courts devoutly press ; And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he's the Lord, supremely good ; His mercy is forever sure ; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure. 9 JT Y M NT S . 8 (7) (O/cZ Hundred.) 1 TMSMISS us with thy blessing, Lord; JLJ Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss, forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Though avc are guilty, thou art good ; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 9 (8) (Arnheim.) L. ML 1 AUR Lord is risen from the dead, \J Our Jesus is gone up on high ; The powers of hell arc captive led — Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene ; He claims these mansions as his right, — Receive the King of glory in ! 4 Who is the King of glory ? Who? The Lord, that all our foes o'creame ; The, world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the Conq'ror's name. 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits. And angels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way ! € Who is the King of glory? Who? The Lord, of glorious power possessed, The King of saints and angels too; God over all, forever blest 1 10 H YM N S. JO (8) (Arnheim.) L. M. 1 TTIGH in the heavens, eternal God, XX Thy goodness in fall glory shines ; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large ; Both man and beast thy bounty share ; The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God ! how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs ! The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 11 (8) (Arnheim.) L. M 1 rpHE Lord ! how absolute he reigns ! X Let every angel bend the knee ; Sing of his love in heavenly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 2 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss : Fly through the world, O sun, and tell Plow dark thy beams compared to his ! 3 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare ; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. 4 Let clouds, and winds, and waves, agree To join their praise with blazing fire ; Let the firm earth and rolling sea In this eternal song conspire. 11 £C YMNS. 12 (8) (JnJici'm.) L. M. 1 I LL-POWERFUL, self-existent God, IX. Who all creation dost sustain ! Thou wast, and art, and art to come, And everlasting is thy reign. 2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminished lustre shine. 13 (9) (Angel's Hymn.) L. M. 1 TT7TTII all my powers of heart and tongue, V V I'll praise my Maker in my song ; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 To God I cried when troubles rose, lie heard me, and subdued my foes ; lie did my rising fears control, And strength diffused through all my soul. 3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 4 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrow or from sins ; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes* |4 ((J) (AngeFs Hymn.) L. M. 1 f\ COME, loud anthems let us sing, \J Loud thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, A\" J j i - 1 1 our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 The depths of earth are in his hand, Hi- secrel wealth at his command ; The strength of hills, that threat the skies, Subjerted to his empire lies. 12 H Y M N & . b The rolling ocean's vast abyss By the same sovereign right is his ; 'Tis moved by his almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land. 4 O let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there ; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. J 5 (0) (Angel's Hymn.) L. M. 1 TTOW blest the sacred tie that binds OIL In union sweet, according minds ! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose faith, whose hopes, whose joys are one. 2 To each the soul of each how dear ! What ardent love ! what tender fear ! How doth the fire of grace within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 3 Their hearts with mutual sorrows melt For human woe and human guilt ; Their fervent prayers together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 With eager step they seek the place Where God reveals his awful face ; Join with one heart in songs of praise, And thankful hymns together raise. 15 (0) (AngeVs Hymn.) L. M. 1 "1 TY blest Redeemer and my Lord, _1VJL I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2 What truth and love thy bosom fill ! What zeal to do thy Father's will ! Such zeal, and truth, and love divine, I would transcrib e, and make them mine. 13 ii Y M 2* & . 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. 17 (10) (Wtibraham.) L. M. 1 TESUS, thy church, with longing eyes, *J For thine expected coming waits ; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam on Zion's gates ? 2 E'en now when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption's nigh. 3 O come and reign o'er ev'ry land ; Let Satan from his throne be hurled, All nations bow to thy command. And grace revive a dying world. 4 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for thine appointed hour ; And lit us, by thy grace, to share The triumphs of thy conq'ring power. 18 (10) {Portugal) L. M. 1 T OKI), how secure and blest are they _lj Who led the joys <>f" pardoned sin; Though storms of wrath shake, earth and sea, Their minds have holy peace within. 2 The day glides sv/ifily o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love; And soft and sik it as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently nio'e. 14 H Y ]VI ZN" S . 3 Quick as their thoughts, their joy 3 corae onf But fly not half so swift away ; Their souls are ever bright as noon, And calm as summer evenings be. 4 They scorn to seek for golden toys, But spend the day and share the night In numb'ring o'er the richer joys That God prepares for their delight. 19 (11) (Cyprus.) L.M. 1 rilHE Savior ur lives, no more to die ; _L He lives our head, enthroned on high ; He lives triumphant o'er the grave ; He lives eternally to save. 2 He lives to still his people's fears ; He lives to wipe away their tears ; He lives their mansions to prepare ; He lives to bring them safely there. 3 Then let our souls in him rejoice, And sing his praise with cheerful voice ; Our doubts and fears forever gone, For Christ is on the Father's throne. 4 The chief of sinners' he receives ; His saints he loves, and never leaves ; He'll guard us safe from every ill, And all his promises fulfil. 20 (11) (Cyprus.) L.M. 1 T)RAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise Jl Our hearts and voices in his praise ; His nature and his works unite To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames ; He counts their numbers, calls their names ; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound ; His counsels are a deep profound. 15 EL Y JVI ^T S . 3 Great is the Lord, and great his might I Kind are his ways, his judgments right; He loves the meek, rewards the just, And lifts the humble from the dust. 4 His saints are precious in his sight ; He views his children with delight ; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, Approves and owns his image there. 21 (n) {Cyprus) (Wilbraham.) L. M. 1 f\F him who did salvation bring, \J I could forever think and sing ; Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve ; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. 2 To shame our sins he blushed in blood, He closed his eyes to show us God ; Let all the world fall down and know, That none but God such love can show. 3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, I shed my tears and make my moan ! Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love. 4 Insatiate to this spring I fly ; I drink, and yet am ever dry ; Ah ! who against thy charms is proof ? Ah ! who that loves can love enough ? 22 C11) (Cyprus.) (Portugal.) L. M, 1 T ET everlasting glories crown JLi Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; For thou hast brought salvation down, And stored its blessings in thy word. 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon ; With deep despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 16 H YMN"S. 3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! How wise and holy thy commands ! Thy promises, how large and free ! Firm on this ground our comfort stands. 4 Should all the schemes that men devise Assault my faith with treach'rous art, I'd count them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart. 23 (12) {Greenwich.) 1 T IFE is the time to serve the Lord, JU The time t* insure the great reward ; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 2 The living know that they must die ; But all the dead forgotten lie ; Their mem'ry and their sense are gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. 3 Their hatred and their love is lost, Their envy buried in the dust ; They have no share in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the sun. 4 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might, pursue, Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 24 (13) {Greenwich.) {Farnsworth.) 1 riOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly guest, \J And make thy mansion in my breast ; Dispel my doubts, my fears control, And heal the anguish of my soul. 2 Thou God of love and peace divine, O, make thy light within me shine ! Forgive my sins, my guilt, remove, And send the tokens of thy love, 17 H Y IVX 1ST S . 25 (13) (Farnsicorth.) L. M. i /nOME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, \J "With light and comfort from above ; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide ; O'er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way ? Plant holy fear in every heart, That we irom God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road Which we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ — the living way ; Nor let us from his pastures stray. 26 (14) (Blendon.) L. M. 1 /°10, labor on ! spend and be spent, \J Thy joy to do thy Father's will ; It is the way the Master went, Should not his servants tread it still? 2 Go, labor on ! while it is day, The long, dark night is hastening on ; O, speed thy work, shake off thy sloth, For it is thus that souls are won. 3 See thousands dying at your side, Your brethren, kindred, friends at home ; See millions perishing afar ; Haste, brethren, to their rescue come. 4 Toil on, toil on, thou soon shalt find A holy rest, a happy home ; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, "Behold, I come." 27 (U) (Cumberland.) L. M. 1 r\V all the joys we mortals know, \J Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest ; Love, the best blessing here below, The highest rapture of the blest. 18 2 Securely held in thine embrace, No fickle thought attempts to rove ; Each smile that's seen upon thy face, Fixes, and charms, and fires our love* 3 Oft of thine absence we complain, And sadly weep, and humbly pray ; Yet there is pleasure in the pain, The tears are sweet which mourn thy stay. 28 (15) (Judalu) L. M. 1 TESUS, my King, proclaims the war ; J Awake ! awake ! the foe is near ! " To arms ! to arms ! " I hear him cry ; "'Tis yours to conquer or to die !" 2 Housed by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around ; I haste to gird my armor on, And bid each trembling fear be gone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield ; The word of God the sword I wield ; With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. 4 Full-armed, I venture on the fight, Resolved to put my foes to flight, While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conq'ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust ; His bleeding cross is all my boast ; Through troops of foes he'll lead me on To vict'ry and the victor's crown. 29 (1 5) V*™> England.) L. M. 1 TT7AIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, V V And let his word support each soul ; Well can he bear your courage up, And all your foes and fears control. 19 K Y INI N" S . 2 He waits his own well-chosen hour Th' intended mercy to display ; And his paternal pities move, While wisdom dictates the delay. 3 Blest are the humble souls that wait, "With sweet submission to his will Harmonious all their passions move, And in the midst of storms are still, — 4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice Wakens their silence into songs : Then earth grows vocal with his praise, And heaven the grateful shout prolongs. 30 (1G) {Dedication.) L. M. 1 nnilE perfect world, by Adam trod, JL Was the first temple built by God ; His fiat laid the corner-stone ; He spake, and, lo ! the work was done. 2 lie hung its starry roof on high, The broad expanse of azure sky ; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning li^ht. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the .sky — and all was good; And when its firsl pure praises rang, The morning stars together sans. o o o 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth .mm:] sky, a house tor thee; But iu thy sight our off'ring stands, A humble temple, built with hands. 31 (16) (Dedication.) L* M. 1 r\ BOW thine ear, Eternal One ! \J On thee our heart adoring calls ; To thee the followers of thy Son Have raisedj and now devote these walls. 20 HY.MNS. 2 Here let thy holy days be kept ; And be this place to worship given, Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, The house of God, the gate of heaven. 3 Here may thine honor dwell ; and here, As incense, let thy children's prayer, From contrite hearts and lips sincere, Rise on the still and holy air. 4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ; Here let thy truth beam forth to save, As when, of old, thy Spirit hung, On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave. 82 (16) {Dedication.) {Old Hundred.) 1 I | ERE, in thy name, eternal God, XI We build this earthly house for thee ; O, choose it for thy fixed abode, And guard it long from error free. 2 TVhen here, 0 Lord, we seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling place, And when thou nearest, Lord, forgive. 3 When here thy messengers proclaim The blessed Gospel of thy Son, Still by the power of his great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 And when our voices raise the song — Hosanna ! to our heavenly King — Let heaven with earth the strain prolong ; Hosanna ! let the angels sing. 32i (16) {Old Hundred.) {Dedication.) 1 T)E thou, O God, exalted high, AJ And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here as there obeyed. 21 (Old Hundred.) (Dedication.) 2 T) RAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ; X Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 A LL glory, while the ages run, JJl Be to the Father, and the Son, Who rose from death ; the same to thee, 0 Holy Ghost, eternally. 4 TT70RTTIY the Lamb of boundless sway, — V V In earth and heaven the Lord of all ! Let all the powers of earth obey, And low before his footstool fall. 83 (17) (Old Hundred.) L. M. 1 f\ IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, VI Give to the Lord renown and power ; Ascribe due honors to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud Through every ocean, every land ; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood ; O'er earth he reigns forever king ; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 4 In gentler language, there the Lord The counsel of his grace imparts; Amid the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and comfoii to our hearts. 34 (17) (Old Hundred.) L. M. 1 Q1XG to Jehovah's mighty name ; O Publish abroad his glorious fame; Let all the saints with (Hie accord, Exalt and magnify the Lord. 22 H Y M IN" S . 2 Praise him in holy strains sublime ; Employ a melody divine ; Let thoughts celestial seize the soul, While music from the tongue shall roll, 3 Now let our animation rise Like sacred incense to the skies ; Nor let one passion, base or vile, The worship of our God defile. 4 So shall our condescending King Accept the tribute that we bring ; And pour his plenteous blessings down, And all our years with favor crown. 5 So shall our tongues be trained in time To roll the numbers all divine, When mortal days and years are done, And the eternal kingdom come. 85 (17) (Old Hundred) L. M. 1 T/HE nations round the earth, rejoice X Before the Lord, your sovereign King ; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice ; With all your tongues his glory sing. 1 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give ; We are his work, and not our own — The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair ; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind, Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure, 23 H Y M ^ S . 36 (17) (OW Hundred.) L. M. 1 T O, God is here ! let us adore, JU And humbly bow before his face ; Let all within us feel his power, Let all within us seek his grace. 2 Lo, God is here ! him day and night, United choirs of angels sin^ ; To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 3 Being of beings ! may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 37 (18) (Wells.) L. M. 1 TjlIvOM all that dwell below the skies, JL Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, In songs of praise divinely sing ; The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4 In every land begin the song ; To every land the strains belong; In cheerful sounds all voices raise, And iill the world with loudest praise. 38 (18) (Ward.) L. M. 1 riOD is the refuge of his saints VJT When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 24 EC Y M :N" s . 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep and buried there ; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And wat'ring our divine abode. 4 That sacred stream, thy holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls : Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 39 (19) (Duke Street.) L. M. 1 T ORD, when thou didst ascend on high, Xj Ten thousand angels filled the sky : Those heavenly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state. 1 Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there, While he pronounced his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. b Raised by his Father to the throne, He sent the promised Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again. 40 (19) {Duke Street.) (Wells.) L. M. 1 I I EAR, gracious Sovereign, from thy throne, XX And send thy various blessings down ; While by thy children thou art sought, Attend the prayer thy word hath taught. 2 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love ; Soften to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy gracious power be known. 25 H Y M X S . 3 O, let the joyful converts wait Num'rous around thy temple-gate ; Each pressing on with zeal, to be A living sacrifice to Thee ! 41 (19) (Duke Street.) {Ward.) L. M. 1 TT7TIEN I survey the wondrous cross, VV On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in thy death, thou Just and Good! All the vain things which charm me most, I leave them for thy precious blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all ! 42 (19) (Ward.) (Duke Street.) L. M. 1 A WAKE, my soul, and with the sun, 1\_ The daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise To pay the morning sacrifice. 2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem ; Each present day thy last esteem ; Improve, thy talent With due rare ; For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere ; Thy conscience as the noontide clear; Think how th' all-seeing (lod thy ways And all thy secrel thoughts sinveys. 26 ELY JVL2ST S. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; Scatter my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first "springs of thought and will And with Thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 43 (20) (Uxbridge.) L. M. 1 H1HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, X In every, star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise 'Round all the earth, and never stand ; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 3 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run ; Till Christ has all the nations blest, Which see the light, or feel the sun. 4 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ! O bless the world with heavenly light ! Thy gospel makes the simple wise ; Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 44 (20) (Bockingham.) L. M. 1 r\ RENDER thanks to God above, \J The fountain of eternal love ; Whose mercy firm, through iges 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? 27 H Y M N S . 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; "When thou return's! to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me. 4 O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ; His mercy firm through ages past, Hath stood and shall forever last. 45 (21) (P^rJc Street.) L M. 1 /HOME, weary souls, with sin distressed, \J Come and accept the promised rest ; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; Pardon and life, and endless peace, How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 3 Lord ! we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart ; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice. 4 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love Confirm our faith — our fears remove ; O ! sweetly reign in every breast, And guide us to eternal rest. 46 (21) (Uxbrichjc.) (Park Street.) L. M 1 /HOD, in the gospel of his Son, \JT Makes his eternal counsels known ; 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines, 2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to direr our hearts; Its influence makes the sinner live ; It bids the drooping saint revive. 28 H Y JM^ST s. 3 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls ; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our journey through, 4 May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage. 47 (21) (Uxhridcje.) (Park St.) L. M. 1 /HOME, O my soul, in sacred lays, \J Attempt thy great Creator's praise ! But O, what tongue can speak his fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme ? 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears ; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines, His works, through all this wondrous frame, Declare the glory of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds shall join the song. 48 (22) (Hebron.) L. M. 1 fTUIUS far the Lord has led me on ; JL Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste. And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past, He giva me strength for days to come. 29 EL Y IYX N S . 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head ; While "well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus, when the night of death shall como, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. 49 (22) (Ilamburg.) L. M. 1 "IT INGDOMS and thrones to God belong ; 1\_ Crown him, ye nations, in your song ; His wondrous name and power rehearse, His honors shall enrich your verse. 2 He rides and thunders through the sky ; His name, Jehovah, sounds on high ; Sing to his name, ye sons of grace ; Ye saints, rejoice before his face. 3 lie breaks the captives' heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again ; But rebels, who dispute his will, Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. 4 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest, He's your defence, your joy, your rest ; When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. 50 (2.°,) (Hinghcm.) L. M. 1 QWEET is the work, my God, my King, O To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal care shall fill my breast ; (), may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 30 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word : His works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep his counsels, how divine ! 4 And I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. & Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below, And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy ! 51 (23) {Bingham.) (Hebron.) L. M. 1 T)LEST hour, when mortal man retires AJ To hold communion with his God ; To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 3 Blest hour ; for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 52 (23) (Hingham.) (Hamburg.) L. M. 1 TEHOVAH reigns ! he dwells in light, fj Girded with majesty and might ; The world, created by his hands, Still on its first 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. 31 H Y M 1ST S . 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rao;e against the skies. In vain their rage they aim so high ! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 Forever shall thy throne endure ; Thy promise stands forever sure ; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 53 (24) (Piiesgrove.) L. M. 1 r\ RENDER thanks to God above, V/ The fountain of eternal love ; "Whose mercy firm, through ages past, Has stood, aud 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, — Thai I the joyful choir may join, And count thy people's triumph mine. 54 (24) (Sterling.) L. M. 1 piOME hither, all ye weary souls, Vj Ye heavy laden sinners, come ; I'll give you resl from all your toils, And bad you to a heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest thai learn of me; I'm of ;i meek and lowly mind ; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 82 3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke and bear it with delight ! My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we come at thy command ; With faith and hope and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. 55 (25) (Darwent.) L. M. 1 TTOW blest the righteous when he dies, JUL When sinks his weary soul to rest ; How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast. 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 But soon shall smile the victor's brow, When slumb'rinGr saints arise and sin^r : O grave, where is thy vict'ry now, And where, O death, is now thy sting ! 56 (25) (Darwent.) (Pilesgrove.) L. M. 1 "HMPTIED of earth I fain would be, JJ Of sin, of self, of all but Thee ; Reserved for Christ that bled and died, Surrendered to the Crucified ; 2 Sequestered from the noise and strife The lust, the pomp, the pride of life , Prepared for heaven, my noblest care, And have my conversation there. 3 Xothing save Jesus would I know ; My friend and my companion thou , Constrain my soul thy sway to own , Self-will, self-righteousness dethrone. 33 H YM IsTS. 4 Detatch from sublunary joys One that would only hear thy voice, Thy beauty sec, thy grace admire, Nor glow but with celestial lire. 57 (25) (Darwent.) (Sterling.) L. M. 1 rpiIE Lord is Judge : before his throne JL All nations shall his justice own : O, may my soul be found sincere, And stand, approved, with courage there ! 2 The Lord, in righteousness arrayed, Surveys the world his hands have made ; Pierces the heart, and tries the reins, And judgment from on high ordains. 3 My God, my Shield ! around me place The shelter of the Saviour's grace : Then, when thine arm the just shall save, My life shall triumph o'er the grave. 58 (25) (Sterling.) (Danuent.) L. M. 1 TT7TIO, from the shades of gloomy night, V V When the last tear of hope is shed, Can bid the soul return to light, And break the slumber of the dead ! 2 Though in the dust I lay my head ; Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul forever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 8 My flesh shall Blumber in tin* ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in niv Saviour's image rise, 4 O glorious hour! () blest abode! I shall be near, and like my God ! And fle8h and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. M HYMNS. 59 (26) (Windham.) L. M. 1 TTXVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb , U Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch' the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave and blest the bed ; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! Attend, O earth, his sov'reign word ! Restore thy trust ; a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 60 (26) (Windham.) L. M. 1 rnHE morning flowers display their sweets, X And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats, As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipt by the winds' untimely blast, Parched by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste, The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divide, Wlien youth its pride of beauty shows, Fairer than spring the colors shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4: But worn by slowly rolling years Or broke by sickness in a day The fading glory disappears, The short-lived beauties die away. 35 HYMN3. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine ; Revive the ever-during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline. 61 (2G) (Windham.) L. M. i T'M not ashamed to own my Lord, J. Who lives by angels now adored ; That Jesus who once died for me, Who bore my sins in agony. 2 I'm not ashamed to own his laws, Nor to defend his noble cause ; The way he's gone is lined with blood ; O may I tread the steps he trod ! 3 I'm not ashamed his name to bear, With those who his disciples were ; Christian, sweet name ! its worth I view, O may I wear the nature too ! 4 I'm not ashamed to bear my cross, For which I count all things but dross Whate'er I'm bid to do or say, When Christ commands, I will obey. 5 This world's vain honors will I shun, The narrow way to life I'll run ; That this at last my boast may be, My Saviour's not ashamed of me. 62 (26) {Windham.) L. M 1 tSeOAD is the road that leads to death, JD Ami thousands walk together there; But wisdom, shows a narrow path, Willi here and there a traveller. 2 -'Deny thyself and take thy cross," Js thy Redeemer's! great command; Nature must COUnl hen- gold but dross, If she, would gain the heavenly land. 36 HYMNS. 63 (27) ^ (Mifjdol) L.M. 1 C100X may the last glad song arise, O Through all the millions of the skies, That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's. 2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! And over land, and stream, and main, Now wave the sceptre of thy reign. 3 O let that glorious anthem swell ; Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Saviour reigns. 64 (27) (Mgdol) L. M. 1 rilHE Saviour comes, his advent's nigh, JL He soon will rend the azure sky ; Descending swift to earth again, When God shall dwell indeed with men. 2 O happy clay, when wars shall cease, And ransomed earth be filled with peace ; When sin and death no more shall reign, And Eden bloom on earth again ! 3 Saints, lift your heads ; that day is near, When your Redeemer shall appear, To take the kingdom and the crown, And make his ransomed bride his own. 4 Shall not his people sing for joy? Shall not the church their songs employ ? Sing, ye who will ; sing while ye may, And shout for joy th' approaching day. 65 (27) (Mgdol) L.M. 1 pO forth, ye heralds, in my name ; VJT Sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound ; The glorious jubilee proclaim Where'er the human race is found. 37 H Y M IN" « . 2 The joyful news to all impart, And teach them where salvation lies ; With care bind up the broken heart, And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 3 Be wise as serpents, where you go, But harmless as the peaceful dove ; And let your heaven-taught conduct show That ye're commissioned from above. 4 Freely from me ye have received, Freely, in love, to others give ; Thus shall your doctrines be believed, And, by your labors, sinners live. 66 (27) (Mujdol) L. M. 1 A WAKE, my soul, lift up thine eyes ; J\. See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a num'rous host ; Awake, my soul, or thou art lost. 2 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all, guard every part, But most the traitor in thy heart. 3 Come then, my soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor from above, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 4 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The man of Calv'ry triumphed here: Why should his faithful followers fear? 67 (28) (Russia.) L. M. 1 T/\7"HY will ye waste on t riding cares VV That life which Qod's compasssion spares, While in the various range of thought The one thing needful is forgot? 38 Xi Y ]M 1ST S . 2 Shall God invite you from above ? Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? Shall troubled conscience give you pain? And all these pleas unite in vain ? 3 Almighty God ! thy grace impart ; And fix conviction on each heart ; Then we no more on trifling cares Shall waste that life thy mercy spares. (>8 (28) (Ryesia.) L. M. 1 T ORD, thou hast searched and seen me thro' ; JU Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and tiesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand ; On every side I find thy hand ; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ! Xor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. 69 (28) {Russia.) L. M. 1 TTTHAT sinners value I resign ; I V Lord, 9t is enough that thou art mine ; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life's a dream, an empty show ; Bat that bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ? 3*1 ZL Y M 2* S . 70 (29) {Mendon.) L. M. 1 1TE reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns, JUL Praise him in evangelic strains ; Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice. 2 Deep are his counsels and unknown, But grace and truth support his throne, Though gloomy clouds his way surround, 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 lire, The mountains melt, the seas retire. 4 His enemies, with sore dismay, Yly from the sight, and shun the day ; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 71 (29) (Mendon.) L. M. 1 "INTERNAL Power, whose high abode I J Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds, — 2 Thee while the first archangel sings, lie hides his lace behind his wings ; And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground; — 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too ; From sin and dust lo thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High ! 4 Earth Iron, afar hath heard thy fame, And worms have learned lo lisp thy name; But O ! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind I 40 HYMNS. 5 God is in heaven, and man below : Be short our tunes ; our words but few ! A solemn reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues. 72 (29) (Mention.) L. M. 1 TTi IS by the faith of joys to come, JL We walk through deserts dark as night ; Till we shall gain our endless home, Faith is our guide, and' faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies, She makes the pearly gates appear ; Far into things unseen she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 73 (29) (Mendon.) {Russia.) L. M. 1 rpHUS far my God hath led me on, JL And made his truth and mercy known ; My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Temptations everywhere annoy, And sins and snares my peace destroy ; My earthly joys are from me torn, And oft an absent God I mourn. 3 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road Which leads us to the mount of God? Are these the toils thy people know, While in the wilderness below ? 4 'Tis even so ; thy faithful love Doth all thy children's graces prove ; 'Tis thus our pride and self must fall, That Jesus may be all in all. 1£ Y M 1ST S . 74 (30) (Bridgwater.) L. M. 1 r\ REAT God, attend while Zion sings VT The joy that from thy presence springs ; To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun — lie makes our day ; God is our shield — he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin ; From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory, too ; Ue gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 75 (30) (Bridgewater.) L. M. 1 TN God let all his saints rejoice, JL With thankful hearts and cheerful voice : Thus saith his word, so kind, so true : I, even I, will comfort you. 2 Sweet words ! O, let us bless his name, And joyful all his praise proclaim ! These words shall foes and fears subdue: I, even I, will comfort you. 3 Do sore afflictions on you lay, And pungent Borrows day by day? Look to this word, 'twill bear you through: I, even I, will comfort you. 4 If death in gloomy form appear, And overwhelm your souls with fear, Let this i flreel word your faith renew: 1, even I will comfort you. 42 H Y M ^ S . 5 And when each happy soul attains That blissful state where glory reigns, This song shall all his powers employ : God is my comfort and my joy. 76 (31) {Ames.) L. M. 1 "11/1" Y op'ning eyes with rapture see _LVJL The dawn of thy returning day ; My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest ; Eternal King, thy servant own, And bid sweet peace reign in my breast, 3 0, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away ; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought through all the day. 4 Then to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. 77 (31) (Ames.) (Bridgewater.) L. M. 1 lyTATURE, with all her powers, shall sing JLM Her great Creator and her King ; Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, Beorin to make his glories known ; Tune high your harps, and spread the sound Throughout creation's utmost bound. 3 0, may our ardent zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs ! Let there be sung, with warmest joy, H«sanna from ten thousand tongues. 43 K Y M N S . 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name : The highest notes that angels raise Fall far below thy glorious praise. 78 (31) (Ames.) L. M. 1 CJO let our lips and lives express 0 The holy gospel we profess : So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God, When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion, and envy, lust and pride ; While justice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While Ave expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord ; And faith stands leaning on his word. 79 (31) (Ames.) L. M. 1 IDLEST are the merciful, who prove I ) By acts their sympathy and love ; From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. 2 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the drilling power of Bin ; With endless pleasure (hey shall see A God of spotless purity. 3 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall he called the heirs of bliss, The sous of God, the God of peace. 44 H Y MN S. 4 Blest are the sufPrers, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ! Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward. 80 (32) {BuckfieU.) L. M. 1 II THEN strangers stand and hear me tell V V What beauties in my Saviour dwell, Where he is gone they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 O may my spirit daily rise, On wings of faith, above the skies, Till I shall make my last remove, To dwell forever with my love ! 5 In paradise, within the gates, A higher entertainment waits ; Fruits new and old laid up in store ; There we shall feed, but want no more. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word 5 Come, my beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of thy delay ; Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow. 81 (33) (Missionary Chant.) L. M. 1 TTE Christian herafcls, go, proclaim X Salvation in Immanuel's name ; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the rose of Sharon there. 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And calm the savage breast to peace. 45 H Y JVE 1ST S . 3 And when our labors all are o'er, Then shall we meet to part no mo:e ; Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 82 (33) (-Mws'y Chant) (Buckfidd.) L. M. 1 TTOW sweetly flowed the gospel's sound Xx From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place ! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unvailing an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 4 Decay, then, tenaincnts of dust ; Pillars of earthly pride, decay : A nobler mansion waits the just, And Jesus has prepared the way. 83 (33) (Buckfield.) (Mss'y Chant.) L. M. 1 rjlHE Christian warrior, sec him stand, JL In the whole armor of his God ; The Spirit's BWOrd is in his hand ; His feet are with the gospel shod. 2 I:i panoply of truth complete, Salvation's helmet on his head, With righteousness, a breastplate meet, And faith's broad shield before him Spread, 3 With this, Omnipotence he moves, Prom this the alien armies flee ; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory. 41) HYxMNS. 4 Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength, Sin, death and hell he tramples down ; Fights the good fight, and wins at length, Through mercy, an immortal crown. 84 (34) (Seasons.) L. M. 1 INTERNAL Source of every joy, L4 Thy praise may well our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crown's the circling year. 2 The flow'ry spring, at thy command, Embalms the air and paints the land ; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts abundant stores ; And winters, softened by thy care, No more a dreary aspect wear. 4 Still be the cheerful homage paid With morning light and evening shade, Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise. 85 (34) (Desire.) L. M. 1 /HOME, gracious Lord, descend and dwell, \J By faith and love, in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste and feel, The joys that cannot be expressed, 2 Come fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length, Of thine eternal love and grace. 3 And to the God whose power can do More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honors done, By all the Church through Christ his Son. 47 h y m isr s . 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with this. 8G (35) (Anvem.) L. M. 1 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead ! Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with a Saviour's strength. 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known ; Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed halls with dread ; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 God from on high has heard thy prayer, His hands thy ruins shall repair ; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. 87 (3*>) (Anvem.) L. M. 1 7) LEST are the humble souls that sec _D Their emptiness and poverty ; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely Hows, A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise, and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against, the great. 48 hy ml :sr s . 4 Blest are the souls, that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams, and living bread. 88 (35) (Anvern.) L. V 1 nOMMAXD thy blessing from above, \J O God, on all assembled here ! Behold us with a Father's love, While we look up with filial fear. 2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord ; May we thy true disciples be ; Speak to each heart the mighty word, Say to the weakest, " Follow me." 3 O thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide, Our gracious God, by us confessed ; May naught in life or death divide The saints in thy communion blessed, 4 With thee, and these, forever bound, May all who here in prayer unite, With harps and songs thy throne surround, Rest in thy love, and reign in light. 89 (36) (Exhortation.) L. M. 1 rpHE Lord will come ; the earth shall quake, JL The hills their fixed seat forsake ; And, with'ring, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come, but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, With ,vreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, aud wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind. 49 HYMNS. 4 Can this be he who, wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride? 0 God, is this the crucified? 5 While sinners in despair shall call, " Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us fall ! " The saints ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing, " The Lord is come !" 90 (37) (Evening Song.) L. M. 1 p LORY to thee, my God, this night, VT For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive us, Lord, through thy dear Son The ill that we this day have done ; That with the world, ourselves and thee, We, ere we sleep, at peace may be. 3 O may our souls on thee repose, And may sweet sleep our eyelids close ; Sleep that may us more vig'rous make, To serve the Lord when we awake. 91 (37) (Exhortation.) (Evening Song.) L. M. 1 TT7TIILE in the world we still remain, V V We only meet to part again ; But, when we reach that heavenly shore, We then shall meet to part no more. ' 2 The hope that we shall see that day Should chase our present griefs away ; A few short years of conflict past, We meet around the throne at last. 3 Then let us here improve the hours, Improve them to a Saviour's praise ; To him with zeal devote our powers, And run with joy in wisdom's ways. HYMNS. 4 Let all our meetings now be made Subservient to each other's good ; For worldly joys must quickly fade, Nor can they yield substantial food. 5 Whene'er required to part from those With whom the truth unites us here, We'll call to mind the joyful close, When Christ, the Saviour, will appear. 92 (37) (Evening Song.) (Exhortation.) L. M. 1 TTOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, XX Like one that seeks his God in vain? How long, my soul, thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return ? 2 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed? If thou withhold thy heavenly light. I sleep in everlasting night. 3 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Thy mercy now shall end my grief ; For I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 93 (38) (Soule.) L. M. 1 TESTIS, thou everlasting King, O Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee ; Like that blest hour when from above We first received thy pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay ; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comforts sink, nor love grow cold. 51 H Y M N S . 94 (3$) (<7^n Sto-ee*.) L. M. 1 i*\ PRAISE the Lord in that blest place \J From whence his goodness largely ilows ; Praise him in heaven, where he his face, Uu vailed in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in onr behalf hath done ; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let all who vital breath enjoy, The breath he doth to them afford In just returns of praise employ ; Let every creature praise the Lord. 95 (39) (Lee.) L. M 1 T)LEST is the man, whose tender care, JL) Relieves the poor in their distress ; Whose pity wipes the widow's tear, Whose hand supports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hand can do ; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 9G (39) (Lee.) L. ML 1 T KNOW that my Redeemer lives, JL lie lives, and on the earth shall stand; And though to worms my llesli lie gives, My dust lies numbered in his hand. 2 In this reanimated clay J surely shall behold him near; Shall sec him in the latter day In all his majesty appeal-. 3 I feel whal then shall raise me up; Th* eternal Spirit dwells in me, This is my confidence and hope, That GrOd I lace to face shall see. 52 ELY M^ S. 4 Mine own, and not another's eyes, The King shall in his beauty view ; I shall from him receive the prize, The starry crown to victors due. 97 (39) (Zee.) L. M. 1 T)LEST Saviour, Ave thy will obey ; X) Xot of constraint, but with delight, Thy servants hither, come to-day, To honor thine appointed rite. 2 Descend, descend, celestial Dove, On these dear followers of the Lord ; Exalted head of all the church, Thy promised aid to them afford. 3 Let faith, assisted now by signs, The wonders of thy love explore ; And, washed in thy redeeming blood, Let them depart and sin no more. 98 (39) (Lee.) L. M. 1 TTAPPY the man, whose cautious feet XX Shun the broad way that sinners go ; Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Among the statutes of the Lord, And spends the wakeful hours of night With pleasure pond' ring o'er his word. 3 lie, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green ; And heaven will shine, with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin. 4 But sinners And their counsels crossed ; As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blowu and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. .33 99 (10) (Complaint.) L. M. 1 QPARE us, O Lord, aloud we cry, 0 Nor let our sun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal day ; And must thy children die so soon? 2 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage : Our Father and our Saviour lives, Christ is the same through every age. 3 'T was he this earth's foundation laid ; Heaven is the building of his hand ; This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade, And all he changed at his command. 4 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside, But still thy throne stands firm and high, Thy church forever must abide. 5 Before thy face thy saints shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign ; The fading world they shall survive, And the dead saints be raised again. 100 (41) (Complaint.) L. M. 1 p OD of my life, to thee I call ; VJ Afflicted, at thy feet 1 fall : When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and (he faint, Where shall 1 lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Docs cot the word still lived, remain, That none shall seek thy iaee in vain? 54 HYMNS. 4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; And he is safe and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 101 (41) {Complaint) L. M. 1 TESUS, thy blood and righteousness J My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully, through thee, absolved I am From sin's tremendous curse and shame. 3 This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years ; No age can change its glorious hue ; The robe of Christ is ever new. 4 O, let the dead now hear thy voice ! Now bid thy banished ones rejoice ! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, " Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness." 12 (41) {Complaint.) L. M. 1 OIIALL man, 0 God of light and life, O Forever moulder in the grave ? Canst thou forget thy glorious work, Thy promise and thy power to save ? 2 In those dark, silent realms of night Shall peace and hope no more arise? No future morning light the tomb, Nor day-star gild the darksome skies ? 3 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fears J When Christ our Lord from darkness sprang, Death, the last foe, was captive led, And heaven with praise and wonder rang. 5.5 ja y mix s. 103 1*1) (Sttftwitssion;) L. M. 1 /^V THAT my load of sin were gone ; \J O that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down — To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; I cannot rest till pure within, — Till I am wholly lost in thee. 104 (42) (Cross of the Lord.) L. M. SHAMEFUL cross ! on thee Avas hung i /ysi There, mocked by every railing tongue, I see my Saviour's agony. 2 O cross of infamy and shame ! Thou didst a Saviour's grace declare: Thou dost to all the world proclaim The love that did our sorrows bear. 3 Cross of * he Lord ! no radiant gem, No glist'ning pearl of lustre rare, No monarch's blazing diadem Willi 4\y pale splendor can compare. 4 Cross of the Lord ! while others boast Of titles, names, and marks of pride, My heari shall ever -lory most In that rough tree where Jesus died. 105 01-) (Exfoliation.) L. M. I rjlH'E Lovd is King] lift up thy voice, JL O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice! From World to world the joy shall ring: The Lord omnipotent is King. HYMXS. 2 The Lord is King ! child of the dust, The Judge of all the earth is just ; Holy and true are all his ways ; Let every creature speak his praise. 3 Come, make your wants, your burdens known; The contrite soul he'll ne'er disown ; And angel bands are waiting there, His messages of love to bear. 4 O when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake ; Then may his children cease to sing, The Lord omnipotent is King ! 108 (43) (ExtoUation.) L. M. \ npiH' Almighty reigns, exalted high, JL O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky ; Though clouds and darkness vail his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 2 O ye that love his holy name, Hate every work of sin and shame ; Ho guards the souls of all his friends, And from the snares of sin defends. 3 Immortal light, and joys unknown, Are for the saints in darkness sown ; Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The sacred honors of the Lord ; Xone but the soul that feels his grace, Can triumph in his holiness. 1 A SLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep, jljL From which none ever wakes to weep ; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes. 57 HYMNS. 2 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ! No fear, no foe shall dim that hour Which manifests the Saviour's power. 3 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space Affects this precious hiding-place ; On India's plains or Lapland's snows Believers fmd the same repose. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 108 (44) {Best.) L. M. 1 QEE mercy, mercy from on high, O Descend to rebels doomed to die ; 'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound, — How sweet, how blessed is the sound ! 2 Brightly it beamed on men forlorn, When Christ the holy child was born ; And brighter still in splendor shone, When Jesus, dying, cried, " 'Tis done 1 " 3 The work complete when he arose, Bursting the snares of all his foes, When captive led captivity, And took for us his seat on high. 4 Till we around him then shall throng, This mercy shall be still our song ; And every scheme shall God confound Of all who strive its course to bound ! 109 (44) (Best.) L. M 1 T IKE shadows gliding o'er the plain, 1 1 Or clouds thai roll successive on, Man's busy general ions pass, And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 68 HYMN S. 2 "He lived, — he died ;" behold the sun\ The abstract of th' historian's page ! Alike in God's all-seeing eye, The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 0 Father ! in whose mighty hand The boundless years and ages lie, Teach us the boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly ; 4 To crowd the narrow span -of life "With wise designs and virtuous deeds ; So shall we wake from death's dark night, To share the glory that succeeds. HO (44) (Best.) L. M. 1 A FFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near ; jJL Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear ; His faithful word declares to thee, That as thy day thy strength shall be. 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, "How shall I stand the trying day?" He has engaged by firm decree That as thy day thy strength shall be. 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong ; And if the contest should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee, For as thy day thy strength shall be. 4 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; In fiery trials thou shalt see That as thy day thy strength shall be. Ill (45) (Anguish.) L. M. 1 T1ROM Calvary a cry was heard — Jl A bitter and heart-rending cry ; My Saviour ! every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 59 ii y jyL ^r s . 2 Let the dumb world its silence break ; Let pealing anthems rend the sky ; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake ! lie died that we might never die. 3 Lord, on thy cross I fix mine eye ; It' e'er I lose its strong control, O, let that dying piercing cry, Melt and reclaim my wandering soul ! 112 0i5) (Anguish.) L. M. 1 fTUIOU only sovereign of my heart, JL My refuge, my almighty Friend, And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah, whither shall I go, A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One trace of happiness afford? 3 Eternal life thy words impart ; On these my fainting spirit lives ; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine; While thou arl Dear, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My gracious Lord, outweighs them all. 0 Low at thy feel my soul would lie ; Here safety dwells, and peace divine; Still let me Live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine. [Jt> (45) (Anguish.) L. M. 1 A LMIGHTY Maker of my frame, lL Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remniul to thy praise. HYMNS. 2 My days are shorter than a span ; A little point my life appears ; How frail at best is dying man ! How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 3 O be a nobler portion mine ! My God, I bow before thy throne ; Earth's fleeting treasure I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. 114 (46) (Olive's Broiv.) L. M. 1 THIS midnight ; and on Olive's brow _JL The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight ; and, from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears 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 'T is 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. U5 (46) (Olive's Broiv.) L. M. 1 OTRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour die, O Hark ! his expiring groans arise ; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Descends the sacred crimson tide. 2 And didst thou bleed? — for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed ? No ; he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. 61 HYMNS. 3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and mercy flow, And yet my heart so hard remain, Unmoved by either love or pain? 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief and ardent love. 116 (4G) {Olive's Brow.) L. M. 1 TT7TIO shall approach thy holy place, V V Dear Lord, and stand before thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below ; 2 Whose hands arc pure, whose heart is clean ; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean : No slanders dwell upon his tongue ; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 3 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face ; And doth to all men still the same, That he would hope or wish from them. 4 Yet when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone : This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell forever, Lord, with thee. 117 (4G) {Olivifs Brow.) L. M. 1 rPHERE is a God — all nature speaks, 1 Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skies x See, i'rom the clouds his glory breaks, When the iirst beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light, J lis mighty Maker's glorious name. 02 3 Ye carious minds,, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God, And bow before him, and adore. 118 (47) (Melmore.) L. M. 1 CJTAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, O Though I have done thee such despite ; Cast not a sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved, — 3 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest ; Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear, T shall not see thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release ; Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; 0, guide me into perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. H9 (47) (Burnett.) L. SL 1 rjHHIXE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, JL But there's a nobler rest above ; O that we might such rest attain From sin, from sorrow, and from pain. 2 In thy blest kingdom we shall be From every mortal trouble free ; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 63 HYMNS. 120 (48) (Zephyr.) L. It 1 nnilUS saith the first, the great command: X u Let all thy inward powers unite To love thy Maker and thy God With utmost vigor and delight. 2 Then shall thy neighbor next in place Share thine affections and esteem ; And let thy kindness to thyself Measure and rule thy love to him." 3 This is the sense that Moses spoke ; This did the prophets preach and prove ; For want of this the law is broke ; And the whole law's fulfilled by love. 4 But, O, how base our passions are ! How cold our charity and zeal ! Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. 121 (48) {The Mercy-Scat.) L. JVL 1 TjlIlOM every stormy wind that blows, J_ From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place, where Jesus shed? The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed! Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints qo mercy-seat? 4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense, molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet. While glory crowns the niercy-seat. 64 H YMIN" s. 122 (49) (Kingsbridge.) L. M. 1 QHOW pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; O Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercies large and free ? Mar not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes though great, cannot surpass The power and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 123 (-9) {Kingsbridge.) L. M. 1 T OED, in thy great, thy glorious name, JLJ I place my hope, my only trust ; Save me from sorrow, guilt, and shame, Thou ever gracious, ever just. 2 Thou art my rock — thy name alone The fortress where my hopes retreat ; O, make thy power and mercy known ; To safety guide nry wandering feet. 3 Bless'd be the Lord — forever bless'cl, TThose mercy bids my fears remove ; The sacred walls which guard my rest, Are his almighty power and love. 4 Ye humble souls, who seek his face, Let sacred courage fill your heart ! Hope in the Lord, and trust his grace, And he shall heavenly strength impart. 124 (49) (Kingsbridge.) L. M. 1 npHE righteous Lord, supremely great, JL Maintains his universal state ; O'er all the earth his power extends ; All heaven before his footstool bends. 65 H Y M. 3ST S . 2 Yet justice still with power presides ; And mercy all his empire guides ; Mercy and truth are his delight, And saints are lovely in his sight. 3 No more, ye wise ! your wisdom boast ; No more, ye strong ! your valor trust ; No more, ye rich ! survey your store, Elate with heaps of shining ore ! 4 Glory, ye saints, in this alone, That God, your God, to you is known ; That you have owned his sovereign sway,— That you have felt his cheering ray. 125 (50) {Brighton.) L. M, 1 rpHE Lord my pasture shall prepare, JL And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow. Amid the verdant landscapes flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds 1 stray, His presence shall my pains beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With lively greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 66 H Y >X Z>f S . 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors over-spread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly rod shall give me aid, And guide me through the dismal shade. 126 (50) (Brighton.) L. M. 1 T)LESS'D who with gen'rous pity glows, JD Who learns to feel another's woes, Bows to the poor man's want his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear : In every want, in every woe, Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 2 Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land ; Nor leave him, in the dreadful day, To unrelenting foes a prey ; When languid with disease and pain, Thou, Lord, his spirit shalt sustain. 127 (51) (Holden.) L. M. 1 TTO ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh — XI 'Tis God invites the fallen race — Mercy and free salvation buy ; Buy wine and milk and gospel grace. 2 Come to the living waters, come ! Sinners, obey your Maker's call ; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all. 3 See from the Rock a fountain rise ; For you in healing streams it rolls ; Money you need not bring, nor price, Ye lab'ring, burdened, sin-sick souls. 67 H Y M N s . 4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give ; Leave all you have and are behind ; Frankly the gift of God receive ; Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 128 (51) (Holden.) L. M. 1 TTE lives — the great Redeemer lives ! JUL What joy the blest assurance gives ! And now, enthroned above the skies, He pleads his holy sacrifice. 2 Thus has he met our desp'rate case, And given us lasting joy and peace ; The Lamb, whose life can never end, At .nee our sacrifice and friend. 3 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, On thee do all our hopes depend ! Our cause can never, never fail, For thou dost plead and must prevail. 4 In every dark distressing hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this blest truth repel each dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. 129 C^1) {Holden.) L. M. 1 pOME, Holy Spirit, Dove divine ! \j On these baptismal waters shine, A\\(\ teach our hearts, in highest strain, To praise the Lamb, lor sinners slain. 2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, And joyfully embrace thy cause; We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 3 We plunge beneath the mystic Hood; () plunge ns in thy cleansing blood ! We die to sin, and seek a grave With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 68 hy:m:n~s. 4 And as we rise with thee to live, 0, let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The breath of life, the fire of love ! 130 (51) (Holden.) L. M. 1 r\ REAT God, to thee my evening song VT With humble gratitude I raise ; 0 let thy mercy tune my tougue, And fill my heart with lively praise ! 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And every gently rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and power. 3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus ; his dear name alone 1 plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. 4 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name. 131 (52) {Confidence.) (Eolden.) L. M. WAY, my unbelieving fear ! Fear shall in me no more have place ; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face ; But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no ! I never will give up my shield. 69 'A Et Y M IT 43 « 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-trees droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toil ; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race ; Yet will I triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And not one bud of grace appear ; No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin, is here ; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see ; Yet will I in my Saviour trust, And glory that he died for me. 132 (53) (The Gospel Feast.) L. M. 1 /HOME, sinners, to the gospel feast, \J Let every soul be Jesus' guest : Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call ; The invitation is to all : Come, all the world ! come, sinner, thou ! All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wand'rers after rest; Ye poor, and maimed, and halt and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome iiud. 4 My message as from God receive ; Ye all may come to Christ and live; O let liis love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain I 70 K y mist s. 133 (53) iThe Go*?*1 FeasL) L- M- 1 fTlHOSE evening bells — those evening bells, JL How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and native clime, When I last heard their soothing chime. 2 Those pleasant hours have passed away, And many a heart, that then was gay, "Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. 3 And so \ will be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, When other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. 134 (54) (Hohah.) L. M. 1 QOFT be the gently breathing notes O That sing the Saviour's dying love ; Soft as the evening zephyr floats, And soft as tuneful lyres above ; 2 Soft as the morning dews descend, While warbling birds exultant soar, So soft to our almighty Friend Be every sigh our bosoms pour. 3 Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray, That scatters life and joy abroad ; Pure as the lucid orb of day * That wide proclaims its Maker, God ; 4 Pure as the breath of vernal skies, So pure let our contrition be ; And purely let our sorrows rise To him who bled upon the tree. 135 (54) (Sleeping Martyrs.) L. M. 1 QOOX will the sleeping martyrs rise O To meet the Saviour in the skies ! ISTo more they'll cry, "How long, O Lord?" But be avenged and have reward. 71 HYMNS. 2 Then will the sleeping saints come forth, Who lie entombed in sea and earth, And, robed in immortality, Their Jesus " face to face" will see. 3 The living saints, they too will be Remembered in the Jubilee ; '•Caught up together in the air," The Saviour's triumph they will share. 4 For soon the trump of God will sound, And earth shall quake to farthest bound ; As swears the angel, time shall be Consigned to past eternity ! 136 (55) {St. Martin's.) C. M. 1 QPIRIT divine, attend our prayer ; O Now make this place thy home ; Descend with all thy gracious power ; O come, great Spirit, come ! 2 Come as the light ; to us reveal Our sinfulness and woe, And lead us in the paths of life, Where nil the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, Like sacrificial flame ; Let every soul an off'ring be To our Redeemer's name. 137 (55) (Bangor.) C. M. 1 1 TARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound ! JLJL Mine ears, attend the cry : wt Vc living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spile of all your tow'rs ; The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head Must lie as low as ours." 72 HYMNS. 3 Great God, is this our certain doom? And are we still secure ? Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more ? 138 (56) {Hear.) CM. 1 TT7TTH joy we hail the sacred day ? V Which God has called his own ; With joy the summons we obey To worship at his throne. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! Where willing vot'ries throng ; To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, And pour the choral song. 3 Spirit of grace, O, deign to dwell Within thy church below ; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. 4 Let peace within her walls be found, Let all her sons unite To spread with grateful zeal around, Her clear and shining light. 139 (56) {Hear.) CM. 1 T ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear JLi My voice ascending high ; To thee I will direct my prayer ; To thee lift up mine eye : 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 73 HYMX S. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face ! 140 (5G) (Hear.)' C. It. 1 1L/V AY we throughout this day of thine JAJL Be in thy spirit, Lord ; And full of humble fear divine, That trembles at thy word. 2 And full of faith, each heart to raise, And fix on things above ; And full of sacrifice and praise, Of holiness and love. 141 (5G) (Mear.) CM. 1 IVTO longer far from rest I roam, JLM And search in vain for bliss ; My soul is satisfied at home ; The Lord my portion is. 2 His person fixes all my love ; His blood removes my fear ; And, while he pleads for me above, His arm preserves me here. 3 II is word of promise is my food ; J lis spirit is my guide ; Thus daily is my strength renewed, And all my wants supplied. 4 For him I count as gain each loss ; Disgrace, for him, renown ; Well may I glory in his cross, While lie prepares my crown. 74 H Y MUSTS. 142 (57) (Arlington.) C. M. 1 ~i\TY God, my Father — blissful name — JAX O may I call thee mine ? May I with sweet assurance claim A portion so divine ? 2 This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrow fly ; What harm can ever reach my soul Beneath my Father's eye ? 3 Whate'er thy providence denies, I calmly would resign ; For thou art good, and just, and wise : O bend my will to thine. 4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, O give me strength to bear ; And let me know my Father reigns, And trust his tender care. 143 (5~) (Arlington.) C. M. 1 TTOPE of our hearts ! 0 Lord, appear, XI Thou glorious Star of day ! Shine forth and chase the dreary night, With all our fears, away. 2 No resting place we seek on earth, No loveliness we see ; Our eye is on the royal crown Prepared for ns and thee. 3 But O the thought of sharing, Lord, Thy glory from above, What is it to the brighter hope Of dwelling in thy love? 4 What to the joy — the deeper joy, Unminglecl, pure and free, Of union with our living Head, — Of fellowship with thee ? 75 HYMNS. 5 This joy e'en now on earth is ours ; But when thou, Lord, shalt come, We'll learn the fullness of thy love, In our eternal home. 6 There, near thy heart, upon the throne, Thy ransomed Bride shall see What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, Who died to make her free. 144 (57) (Arlington.) C. M. 1 C\ OD moves in a mysterious way, \JT His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiliug face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make, it plain* 70 HYMNS. 145 (58) (Fountain.) 1 FT1HERE is a fountain filled with blood, JL Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power. Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no mpre. 3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Is ransomed from the grave. 146 (5*) (OrtonviUe.) CM. 1 1\TAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned J3J_ Upon the Saviour's brow ; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 He saves our souls from sin and hell ; His words are true and sure ; And on this Rock our faith may rest Immovable, secure. 77 H Y M N S . 147 (59) (Ortonville.) CM. 1 T)EPENT ! the voice celestial cries ; ±\j No longer dare delay : The soul that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sovereign eye of God O'erlooks the crimes of men ; His heralds now are sent abroad To warn the world of sin. 3 O sinners, in his presence bow, And all your guilt confess ; Accept the offered Saviour now, Nor trifle with his grace ! 4 Amazing love, that yet will call, And yet prolong our days ! Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, And weep, and love, and praise. 148 (59) (Ortonvillc.) (Naomi.) 1 A NOTIIER weary day is past, Jl\_ I'm Availing still for thee ; (J keep me. Saviour, till the last, And set me fully free. 2 I long to know thee as thou art, And reign with thee in life ; O let this longing, fainting heart, Now end the mortal strife ! 3 With thine immortal image seal This feeble creature thine ; And all thy glory then reveal, And let me in it shine. i I would be where thou art: O come I No longer now delay ; lint lake thy weeping' children home, From sin .and grief awn v. 7tf 149 (59) {Naomi.) C. M. 1 T1ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Jl Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise : — 2 Give me a cairn, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. 150 (60) (Brattle Street.) C. M. 1 IHTTTIILE Thee I seek, protecting Power, V V Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed, To thee my thoughts would soar ; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy I adore. 2 In each event of life how clear Thy ruling hand I see ! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 3 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill — Resigned when storms of soirow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 79 H Y MUST S. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see, My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on thee. 151 (G1) (Hallowell) C. M. 1 f\ FOR a faith that will not shrink, V_/ Though pressed by many a foe ; That will not tremble on the brink Of poverty or wo ; 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod ; But in the hour of grief or pain, Can lean upon its God ; 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without ; That when in danger knows no fear, ' In darkness feels no doubt ; 4 A faith that keeps the narrow way, By truth restrained and led, And with a pure and heavenly ray Lights up a dying bed. 5 Lord, give me such a faith as this, And then, whatc'cr may come, I'll tasie e'en here the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. 152 (62) (Sherburne.) CM 1 11/ HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by nig VV Al! seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 "Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — "Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind.91 J 80 H Y jVX jST s . 3 "To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : 4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find, To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song : 6 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease ! " 153 (63) (Sherburne.) C. ML 1 £ £ QHEPHERDS, rejoice ; lift up your eyes, O A-nd send your fears away ; Xews from the region of the skies — Salvation's born to-day ! 2 "Jesus, the Lord, whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you ; To-day he makes his entrance here, But not as monarchs do. 3 Xo gold, nor purple swaddling bands, Nor royal shining things ; A manger for his cradle stands, And holds the King of kings ! 4 Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies, And see his humble throne ; With tears of joy in all your eyes, Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 81 HYMNS, 5 Thus Gabriel sang — and straight around The heavenly armies throng ; They time their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song : — 6 "Glory +o God who reigns above, Let peace surround the earth ; Mortals sholl know their Maker's love At their Redeemer's birth." 154 (63) (Sherburne.) C. M. 1 /HALM on the listening ear of night \J Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 u Glory to God !" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring — u Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King!" 154 i (G3) (Sherburne.) CM. 1 A WAKE — awake the sacred song J.JL To our incarnate. Lord ! Let every heart, and every tongue, Adore th' eternal Word. 82 H YM^ s. 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, By whom the worlds were made — O ! happy morn — illustrious hour ! — Was once in flesh arrayed. 3 Then shone almighty power and love In all their glorious forms, When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms. 4 To dwell with misery here below, The Saviour left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and wo, That worthless man might rise. 155 (63) (Sherburne.) CM. 1 "ITORTALS, awake, with angels join, JjJL And chant the solemn lay ; Joy, love, and gratitude, combine To hail th' auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song ; Good-will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious angel throng. 4 Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail, Redeemer, brother, friend ! Though earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end. 156 (6J0 (Coronation.) C. M, 1 A LL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Xjl Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 83 II V M 1ST S . i f e chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him avIio saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 157 (64) {Coronation.) CM. 1 QOON all shall hail our Jesus' name, O Angels shall prostrate fall ; For him the brightest glory claim, And hail him Lord of all. 2 The risen saints shall sound the lyre, And, as they sound it, fall Before his face, who formed their choir, And hail him Lord of all. 3 The remnant saved from Israel's race, Redeemed from Israel's fall, Shall praise him for his wondrous grace, And hail him Lord of all. 4 Gentiles shall conic — and every king Throughout this earthly ball, To Zion come — and tribute bring, And hail him Lord of all. 158 (65) ( Woodland.) CM. 1 T LOVE to steal awhile away X From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day in humble, grateful prayer. 84 H^ MiN* S. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 159 (65) (Woodland.) CM. 1 TTOW sweet the Christian's hope to me, il While here I'm called to roam ; It points me to a better land That I may call my home. 2 This hope reminds me of the time When Jesus will appear ; It gives me joy, it gives me peace, And drives away my fear. 3 When darkness hovers o'er my path, And I no light can see, This hope sustains my drooping soul, And bids me joyful be. 4 When friends that once I loved so well, Leave me alone to sigh, This hope bids me rejoice and sing, For my redemption's nigh. 85 II V 3b£ 29* S. 5 This hope — it purifies my heart, And turns my night to day ; It plants my feet upon the Kock, And keeps me in the way. 6 The day is near — O joyful thought ! — When I shall gain the prize ; This hope will then be turned to sight Before my wondering eyes. 160 (G5) (Woodland) (Coronation.) CM. 1 OALVATION! O, the joyful sound ! 0 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At death's dark door we lay ; But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 161 (GG) (Northfield.) C. M. 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, IX. A follower of the Lamb ? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be borne to Paradise On flowery beds of ease, While other- fought to win the prize, And Bailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there do foe • for me to face? Musi I not stem the Hood? Is this vile world ;i friend lo grace, To help me on to Clod? 86 HYMNS. 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine. 162 (6G) {Northfield.) C. M. 1 rpiME hastens on ; ye longing saints _1_ Now raise your voices high ; And magnify that sovereign love Which shows salvation nigh. 2 As time departs salvation comes ; Each moment brings it near : Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year. 3 Not many years their course shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our transported eyes. 163 (67) (Balerma.) C. M. 1 T OED, through the devious paths of life JU Thy feeble servant guide ; Supported by thy powerful arm, My footsteps shall not slide. 2 To thee, O my unerring Guide, I would myself resign ; In all my ways acknowledge thee, And form my will by thine. H Y MN S. 3 Thus shall each blessing of thy hand Be doubly sweet to me ; And in new griefs I still shall have A refuge, Lord, in thee. 4 Lord, by thy counsel while I live Guide thou my wand'ring feet ; And when my course on earth is run, I'll wait for joys complete. 164 (G7) (Bakrma.) (North field.) C. M. 1 rpHOU boundless Source of every good, X Our best desires fulfil ; We would adore thy wondrous grace, And mark thy sovereign will. 2 In all thy mercies may our souls Thy bounteous goodness see ; Nor let the gifts thy hand imparts Estrange our hearts from thee. 3 Teach us, in time of deep distress, To own thy hand, O God, And in submissive silence learn The lessons of thy rod ! 4 In every changing scene of life, Whate'er that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with thee. 5 Do thou direct our steps aright, Help us thy name to fear ; And give us grace to watch and pray, And strength to persevere. 165 (G7) (Bakrma.) CM. 1 rpiIR Lord our Saviour will appear; JL His day is nigh at hand ; The signs bespeak his coming near, And all may understand. 83 HYMNS, 2 Behold, he comes ! he comes to reign On earth with all his saints ; Jesus, the Lamb of God, once slain, Will end our long complaints. 3 The prince of darkness he'll destroy ; The hosts of sin o'erthrow ; Satan shall then no more annoy, But Christ shall reign below ; 4 Then those who suffered in his name, And did obey his word, Shall rise in glory and proclaim The goodness of their Lord. 5 The wonders of that happy age What mortal can declare ? We view with joy the sacred page, For we can read them there. 168 (68) (WicMiffe.) CM. 1 /~\ THOU ! whose tender mercy hears \J Contrition's humble sigh, Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye, — 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, A wretched wand'rer mourn ; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? Hast thou not said, " Return" ? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, To drive me from thy feet ? O ! let not this dear refuge fail — This only safe retreat. 4 Oh ! shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine ; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine. HYMIsT S. 167 (68) (Clarendon.) CM. 1 TTE servants of the living God, X Let praise your hearts employ ; And as you tread salvation's road Lift up the voice of joy. 2 Have they not reason to rejoice, Whose sins have been forgiven ; Called by a gracious Father's choice To be the heirs of heaven ? 3 How do the captive's transports flow, When rescued from his chains ! And how must sinners joy to know Their own Messiah reigns ! 4 O, grant us, Lord, to feel and own The power of love divine ; The blood which doth for sin atone, The grace which makes us thine. 168 (G9) (Pcterboro.) C. M. 1 /^VNCE more, my soul, the rising day \J Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who rules the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound ; Wide as the heaven on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins might rouse; his wrath to flame, Bui yd his wrath delays. 4 O God, Lei all my hours he thine. Whilst I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night, 90 169 (69) (Peterboro'.) (Clarendon.) CM. 1 TTTHAT shall I render to my God V V For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints who fill thy house, My offering shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish ma'de. 3 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 4 Now I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 5 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record ; Witness, ye saints who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 170 (69) (Peterboro9.) CM. 1 T O ! I behold the scattering shades, Jj The dawn of heaven appears ; The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres. 2 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around ; The skies divide to make him room The trumpet shakes the ground. 3 I hear the voice, — " Ye dead, arise !" And, lo ! the graves obey ; And waking saints, with joyful eyes, Salute th' expected day. 91 K Y M 1ST S . 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their King, And loud adore him there. 5 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning Kins: Shall hasten downward, through the skies, On love's triumphant wing ! 171 (70) (Exhortation.) C. M. 1 TTOW cheering is the Christian's hope JUL While toiling here below ! It buoys us up while passing through This wilderness of woe. 2 It points us to a land of rest, Where saints with Christ will reign, Where we shall meet the loved of earth, And never part again ; 3 A land where sin can never come, Temptations ne'er annoy ; Where happiness will ever dwell. And that without alloy. 4 O how unlike the present world Will be the one to come ! Here, pain and sorrow, care and fear, Attend where'er we roam. 5 In that bright world no tears will How, Death ne'er can enter there — For all who gain that heavenly land Will be as angels are, G Fly, lingering moments, fly, () ily ! Dear Saviour, quickly eonie ! We long to see thee as thou art, And reach that blissful home. 92 172 (71) {Exhortation.) CM. 1 FTVHIXE oath and promise, mighty God, X Recorded in thy word, Become our hope's foundation broad, And surety afford. 2 Like Abraham, the friend of God, Thy faithfulness we prove ; We tread in paths the fathers trod, Blest with thy light and love. 3 Largely our consolation flows, TVrhile we expect the day That ends our griefs, and pains, and woes, And drive our fears away. 4 Let floods of mighty vengeance roll, And compass earth around ; Let thunder sound from pole to pole, And earthquakes vast astound ; 5 Let nature all convulse and shake, And angry nations rage ; Thy name our hiding-place we make ; To save thou dost emrage. 173 (71) {Exhortation.) C. M. 1 T ET us rejoice in Christ the Lord, JJ Who claims us for his own ; The hope that's built upon his word, Can ne'er be overthrown. 2 Though many foes beset us round, And feeble is our arm, Our life is hid with Christ in God Beyond the reach of harm. 3 Weak as we are, we will not faint, Or, fainting, cannot fail ; Tesus, the strength of every saint, Must in the end prevail. 93 H Y Jtt IS" S . 4 Though now he's unperceived by sense, Faith sees him always near, — A guide, a glory, a defence, To save from every fear. 5 As surely as he overcame, And conquered death and sin, So surely those that trust his name Will all his triumph win. 174 (71) (Stephens.) C. M. 1 "DEFORE thy mercy-seat, O Lord ! JL) Behold thy servants stand, To ask the knowledge of thy word, The guidance of thy hand. 2 Let thy eternal truth, we pray, Dwell richly in each heart ; That from the safe and narrow way We never may depart. 3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal, Unfold its hidden store ; And teach us, as we read, to feel Its value more and more. 4 Thus, while thy word our weakness guides, O may we safely go To those fair realms where love provides A final rest from woe. 175 (72) (Zerah.) CM. 1 ITIO us a Child of hope is born, JL To us a Son ls given : Him shall the tribes of earth obey, II im all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of peace, Forevermore adored ; The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 94 H Y MOST s. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard his throne of love, And peace abound below. 4 To us a Child of hope is born ; To us a Son is given ; The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty Lord of heaven. 176 (72) {Zeralu) (Hallowell.) CM. 1 FTIHERE'S not a bright and beaming smile, JL Which in this world I see, But turns my heart to future joy, And whispers " heaven" to me. Though often here my soul is sad, And falls the silent tear, There is a world where all are glad, And sorrow dwells not there. 2 I never clasp a friendly hand, In greeting, or farewell, But thoughts of an eternal home Within my bosom swell : A prayer to meet in heaven at last Where all the ransomed come, And where eternal ages still Shall find us all at home. 177 (78) (0 for a Closer Walk with God.) CM. 1 r\ FOR a closer walk with God, \J A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 95 KL Y M JNT S . 2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! IIo\vr sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn And drove thee from my breast. 8 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'cr that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 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. 178 (74) (Woodstock.) CM. 1 A UTIIOR of good, to thee we turn ; iJL Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern ; Thy hand alone supply. 2 0, let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide ! That love shall vainer loves expel ; That fear all fears beside. 3 And O, by error's force subdued, Since oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill ; 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply ; The good we ask not, Father, grant; The ill we ask, deny ; 9G HYMN ». 179 (74) {China.) CM. 1 A XD must I be to judgment brought, jlL And answer, in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? 2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have 'done. 3 How careful, then, ought I to live, With what religious fear, Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here ! 4 Thou mighty Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow, So shall I to my ways take heed In all I speak or do. loO (75) {Dundee.) C. M. 1 T1ATHER of mercies, in thy word Jl What endless glory shines ! Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines. A 'Tis here the Saviour's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 3 O, may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light ! 4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour here. 97 181 (75) {Dundee.) C. M. 1 T IFE is a span, a fleeting houi ; JLi How soon the vapor flies ! Man is a tender, transient flower, That e'en in blooming dies. 2 The once loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs ; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears, Behold the Saviour nigh ; And when in glory he appears, Thy joys shall never die. 182 (75) {Dundee.) {China.) C. M. 1 IHTOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign JJL And triumph o'er the just ; While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust ? 2 When shall this tedious night be gone? When will our Lord appear? Our fond desires would pray him down, Our love embrace him here. 3 Let faith arise; and climb the hills, And from alar descry How distant arc his chariot wheels, And tell liow fast they ily. 4 We hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" And, lo, the graves obey ! And waking saints, with joyful eyes, Salute th' expected day. 98 5 How shall our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us upward to the skies On love's triumphant wing ! 183 (75) {China.) (Dundee.) C. M. 1 II FY Father, God ! how sweet the sound ! JjJL How tender, and how dear ! Not all the melody of heaven Could so delight the ear. 2 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name On my expanding heart, And show, that in Jehovah's grace I share a filial part. 3 Cheered by a signal so divine, Unwavering I believe ; My spirit ;iAbba, Father," cries, Nor can the sign deceive. 184 (76) (Buckingham.) C. M. 1 T ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; JLi I am forever thine ; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and labor free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice, And when my work is done, Great God, my faith, my hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I '11 give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. 99 : : v m >" 5 . 185 _ : . C. M. v "" z 7 r : At- 7 : :_ : . «•_.) CM. A : _ • ■■■::■:.-.: ■: s •** the Lord of 1 1ST (7? v.: ".; '.'.:.:/. :.:::^ : ; 7- : .. .-;.:,... 1>~. HYMNS. 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Renouncing every sin ; Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, And learn his will divine. 189 (77) (Dedham.) (Siloam.) CM 1 rpiIE Saviour ! O, what endless charms JL Dwell in the blissful sound ! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 O the rich depths of love divine, Of bliss, a boundless store ! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine : I cannot wish for more. 3 On thee alone my hope relies ; Beneath thy cross I fall ; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. 190 (78) (Berrien.) C. M. 1 HITTING around our Father's board, O We raise our tuneful breath ; Our faith beholds her dying Lord, And dooms our sins to death. 2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, Whence all our pardons rise ; The sinner views th* atonement made, And loves the sacrifice. 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross Procure US heavenly crowns ; Our highest gain springs from thy loss; Our healing from thy wounds. 4 O, 'tis impossible that we, Who dwell in feeble clay, Should equal Buff'ringS bear for thee, Or equal thanks repay. 102 HYMNS. 191 (78) (Berrien.) C. M. 1 /HOME, Saviour, let thy tokens prove \J Fitted by heavenly art, As channels to convey thy love To every faithful heart. 2 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be ; Thy flesh for all the world is given, And ail may iive by thee. 3 Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow, And let us drink thy blood, Till all our souls are filled, below, With all the life of God. 4 Determined nothing else to know But Jesus crucified, We will not from our Jesus go, Or leave his wounded side. 192 ('8) (Berrien.) C. M. 1 A CCORDIXG to thy gracious word, J\. In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, — I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget ? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee ? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, I must remember thee ! 103 HYMNS. J 93 <79J (Swanwick.) CM. 1 11 /HEN the last trumpet's awful voice V V Tiiis rending earth shall shake ; When op'ning graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake, — 2 Those bodies that corrupted fell Shall incorrupt arise, And mortal forms shall spring to life Immortal in the skies. 3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung : Is now at last fulfilled ; And Death yields up his ancient reign And, vanquished, quits the field. 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, And now in triumph sing : — O Grave, where is thy victory? And where, O Death, thy sting? 194 (79) (Swanwick.) C. M. 1 f\ WHAT hath Jesus bought for me ! \J Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise. 2 I see the blessed saints in light, Who taste the pleasure there ; They are all robed in spotless white, And conq'ring palms they bear. 3 In hope of that immortal crown 1 now the cross sustain ; And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain ! 4 O, what am all my Bufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host t* appear. And worship at thy feet? 104 K YJMIST s. 5 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away ; But let me find them all again In that eventful day. 195 (79) (Swanwick.) C. M. 1 TTOW happy is the Christian's state ! XI His sins are all forgiven ; A cheering ray confirms the grace, And lifts his hopes to heaven. 2 Though, in the rugged path of life, He heaves the pensive sigh, Yet, trusting in the Lord, he finds Supporting grace is nigh. 3 If, to prevent his wand'ring steps, He feels the chast'ning rod, The gentle stroke shall bring him back To his forgiving God. 196 (80) {Garland.) G. M. 1 f\ FOR that tenderness of heart \J That bows before the Lord ; That owns how good and just thou art, And trembles at thy word ! 2 O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow ! That sense of guilt, which, trembling, fears The long-suspended blow ! 3 Saviour, to me in pity give, For sin, the deep distress ; The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me go in peace. J97 (80) {Majesty.) CM. 1 rpHE Lord, the God of glory, reigns, JL In majesty arrayed ; His rule omnipotence sustains, And guides the worlds he made. 105 HYMNS. 2 Ere rolling worlds began to move, Or skies were stretched abroad, Thine awful throne was fixed above, Thou everlasting God. 3 The Lord, the mighty God on high, Controls the raging seas ; He speaks ! — and noise and tempests fly, The waves sink down in peace. 4 Thy sovereign laws are ever sure ; Eternal truth is thine ; And, Lord, thy people should be pure, And in thine image shine. 198 (81) (Majesty.) CM. 1 A LL nature dies and lives again : JOL The flowers, that paint the field, The trees, that crown the mountain's brow, And boughs and blossoms yield, — 2 Resign the honors of their form At winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked, leafless pl^in, A desolated waste. 3 Yet soon reviving plants and flowers Anew shall deck the plain ; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again. 4 So, to the dreary grave consigned, Man Bleeps id death's dark gloom, Until the final morning wake The slumbers of the tomb. 199 (82) (Bray.) CM. 1 TTT1THIN thy house, O Lord, our God, V V J n majesty appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 106 HYMNS. 2 As we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; Here give the mourner rest ; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 200 (82) (Bray.) CM 1 T ET every mortal ear attend, I i And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind : — 3 Eternal Wisdom hath prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst From springs that never dry. 201 (82) {Bray.) CM. 1 rpHE gospel comes with welcome news JL To sinners lost like me ; Their various schemes while others choose, Saviour, I come to thee. 2 Of merit now I cannot speak, For merit I have none ; I'm justified for Jesus' sake, I'm saved by grace alone. 107 K Y M 1ST S . 3 ' T was grace my wayward heart first Avon ; 'Tis grace that holds me fast ; Grace will complete the work begun, And save me to the last. 4 Then shall my soul with rapture trace What God hath done for me, And celebrate redeeming