THE BENSON LIBRARY OF HYMNOLOGY Endowed by the Reverend Louis Fitzgerald Benson, d.d. LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY ' f /// ?/ y. {* y& c-rc^O A#v*t Ae^Aa. m.] 1 TTAPPY the man that finds the grace, -*- -*• The blessing of God's chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy, beyond description, he Who knows " the Saviour died for me ! ' The gift unspeakable obtains, And heavenlv understanding gains. b 2 20 The Pleasantness of Religion. 3 Wisdom divine ! Who tells the price Of Wisdom's costly merchandise ? Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days, True riches, and immortal praise ; Riches of Christ, on all bestow'd, And honour that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flowery paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who Wisdom gains ; Thrice happy, who his guest retains ! He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and Heaven are one. 1 HYMN 15. [c. m.] HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd, And sav'd by grace alone : Walking in all his ways, they find Their heaven on earth begun. 2 The church triumphant in thy love, Their mighty joys we know ; They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And iv e in hymns below. 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, And bow before thy throne ; We, in the kingdom of thy grace ; The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads ; From thence our spirits rise : And he that in thy statutes treads, Shall meet thee in the skies. The Pleasantness of Religion. 2 1 HYMN 16. [l. m.] PRIMITIVE CHRISTIANITY. Part I. 1 rjAPPY the souls that first believ'd, A A To Jesus and each other cleav'd ; Join'd, by the unction from above, In mystic fellowship of love. 2 Meek, simple followers of the Lamb, They hVd, and spake, and thought the same ; They joyfully conspir'd to raise Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise. 3 With grace abundantly endu'd, A pure, believing multitude ! They all were of one heart and soul, And only love inspir'd the whole. 4 O what an age of golden days ! O what a choice, peculiar race ! Wash'd in the Lamb's all -cleansing blood, Anointed Kings and Priests to God ! 5 Where shall I wander now to find The successors they left behind ? The faithful, whom I seek in vain, Are 'minish'd from the sons of men. 6 Ye different sects, who all declare, " Lo, here is Christ !" or, " Christ is there?" Your stronger proofs divinely give, And show me where the Christians live. 7 Your claim, alas ! ye cannot prove ; Ye want the genuine mark of love : Thou only, Lord, thine own canst show ; For sure thou hast a church below. 8 The gates of hell cannot prevail ; The church on earth can never fail ; 22 The Pi<>as(mf)iess of Religion. Ah ! join me to thy secret ones ! Ah ! gather all thy living stones ! 9 Scatter'd o'er all the earth they lie, Till thou collect them with thine eye Draw by the music of thy Name, And charm into a beauteous frame. 10 For this the pleading Spirit groans, And cries in all thy banish'd ones ; Greatest of gifts, thy love impart, And make us of one mind and heart. 11 Join every soul that looks to thee, In bonds of perfect charity ; Now, Lord, the glorious fulness give. And all in all for ever live ! HYMN 17- [l. *.] Part II. 1 TESUS, from whom all blessings flow, J Great Builder of thy church below ; If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request ! 2 The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And thee their utmost Saviour own ; Unite and perfect them in one. 3 O let them all thy mind express, Stand forth thy chosen witnesses : Thy power unto salvation show, And perfect holiness below. 4 In them let all mankind behold, How Christians liv'd in days of old ; Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach — and love. Ilie Pleasantness of Religion. 23 5 Call them into thy wondrous light, Worthy to walk with thee in white ! Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show The glorious, spotless church below ! 6 From every sinful wrinkle free, Redeem'd from all iniquity, The fellowship of saints make known ; And, O, my God, may I be one ! 7 O might my lot be cast with these ; The least of Jesu's witnesses : 0 that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear disciples' feet ! 8 This only thing do I require : Thou know'st 'tis all my heart's desire, Freely what I receive to give, The servant of thy church to live. 9 After my lowly Lord to go, And wait upon thy saints below ; Enjoy the grace to angels given, And serve the royal heirs of heaven. 10 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart. 11 Tell me, or thou shalt never go, " Thy prayer is heard ; it shall be so !" The word hath pass'd thy lips, and I Shall with thy people live and die. HYMN 18. [8 lines, 7'* & 6V] 1 A/rAKER, Saviour of mankind, It X Who hast on me bestow'd An immortal soul, design'd To be the house of God : 24 The Pleasantness of Religion. Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove ; Make me just, and good, like thee, And full of power and love. 2 Bid me in thy image rise, A saint, a creature new ; True, and merciful, and wise, And pure, and happy too : This thy primitive design, That I should in thee be blest ; Should, within the arms divine, For ever, ever rest. 3 Let thy will on me be done ; Fulfil my heart's desire, Thee to know and love alone, And rise in raptures higher, Thee, descending on a cloud, Till with ravish'd eyes I see : Then I shall be fill'd with God To all eternity ! HYMN 19. [10's £ 11'*.] 1 T> EJOICE evermore With angels above, Av In Jesus' s power, In Jesus's love : With glad exultation, Your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb. 2 Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been ; Hast sav'd us from grief, Hast sav'd us from sin ; The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free, And now we inherit All fulness in thee : 3 All fulness of peace. All fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy : * To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below. The Pleasantness of Religion. 25 4 No longer we join, While sinners invite ; Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight ; Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain. 5 O might they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste, For which they were born ; Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of love ! HYMN 20. [6 lines fVJ 1 V\^EARY souls, that wander wide * ▼ From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of his : Sink into the purple flood : Rise into the life of God, 2 Find in Christ the way of peace, Peace unspeakable, unknown : By his pain he gives you ease, Life by his expiring groan : Rise, exalted by his fall ; Find in Christ your all in all. 3 O believe the record true ; God to you his Son hath given ! Ye may now be happy too ; Find on earth the life of heaven : [love. Live the life of heaven above : All the life of glorious 4 This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul design'd ; God's original promise this, God's great gift to all mankind ; Blest in Christ this moment be ! Blest to all eternity! HYMN 21. [s. it.] 1 "Y^E simple souls that stray A Far from the path of peace, (That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness,) 26 The Pleasantness of Religion. Why will ye folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God ? 2 Madness and misery Ye count our life beneath ; And nothing great or good can see, Or glorious in our death : As only born to grieve, Beneath your feet we lie ; And utterly contemn' d we live, And unlamented die. 3 So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise, So foolish, impotent, and poor, — Above your scorn we rise : We, through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things ; For He, whose blood is all our boast, Hath made us Priests and Kings. 4 Riches unsearchable In Jesu's love we know ; And pleasures, springing from the well Of life, our souls overflow ; The Spirit we receive Of wisdom, grace, and power ; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore. 5 Angels our servants are, And keep in all our ways ; And in their watchful hands they bear The sacred sons of grace : Unto that heavenly bliss They all our steps attend ; And God himself our Father is. And Jesus is our Friend. The Goodness of God. 27 6 With him we walk in white ; We in his image shine ; Our robes are robes of glorious light, Our righteousness divine : On all the kings of earth With pity we look down ; And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never-fading crown. 2. Describing the Goodness of God. HYMN 22. [c. m.] 1 T3EHOLD the Saviour of mankind -D Nail'd to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend ; The temple's veil in sunder breaks ; The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid ; " Receive my soul," he cries : See where he bows his sacred head ! He bows his head, — and dies ! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God ! was ever pain, Was ever love like thine ? HYMN 23. [>. m.] 1 T^XTENDED on a cursed tree, -" Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of Glory see ! Sinks and expires the Son of God ! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done ? Who could thy sacred body wound ? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found. 25o The Goodness of God. 3 I, I alone, have done the deed ! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn ; My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid ; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain ; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay ; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey. 6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay, the mighty debt I owe ? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give ; Too much I cannot do for thee ; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Grav'n on my heart for ever be ! 8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God ; And love, with softest pity join'd, For those that trample on thy blood. 9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast : Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest. HYMN 24. Part I. [l. m.] 1 V7"E that pass by, behold the Man ! a The Man of Griefs, condemn' d for you ! The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 See! how his back the scourges tear, While to the bloody pillar bound! The Goodness of God. 29 The ploughers make long furrows there, Till all his body is one wound. 3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage ; His innocence, to death pursu'd, Must fully glut their utmost rage : Hark ! how they clamour for his blood ! 4 " To us our own Barabbas give ! " Away with him," (they loudly cry,) " Away with him, not fit to live, " The vile seducer crucify!" 5 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood ; His sacred limbs, — exposed and bare, Or only cover' d with his blood. 6 See there his temples crown' d with thorn, His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfix' d and torn, The fountain gushing from his side ! 7 Where is the King of Glory now ! The everlasting Son of God ! The' Immortal hangs his languid brow ; The' Almighty faints beneath his load ! 8 Beneath my load he faints and dies : / fill'd his soul with pangs unknown : / caus'd those mortal groans and cries, / kill'd the Father's only Son ! HYMN 25. Part II. [l. m.] 1 r\ THOU dear suffering Son of God, ^J How doth thy heart to sinners move ! Help me to catch thy precious blood ; Help me to taste thy dying love. 2 Give me to feel thy agonies ; One drop of thy sad cup afford : I fain with thee would sympathize, And share the sufferings of my Lord. 30 The Goodness of God. 3 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd, while her Creator died : O let mine inmost nature shake, And die with Jesus crucified ! 4 At thy last gasp the graves displayed Their horrors to the upper skies : O that my soul might hurst the shade, And, quicken'd by thy death, arise ! 5 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part : O rend, with thine expiring breath, The harder marble of my heart ! 6 My stony heart thy voice shall rent, Thou wilt, I trust, the veil remove : My inmost bowels shall resent The yearnings of thy dying love. HYMN 26. [l. m.] 1 T THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, A To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds : then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd to all but thee ! Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there ! 3 How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side ! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick' ning Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move : O wond'rous grace ! O boundless love ! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou should 'st us to glory bring ? The Goodness of God. o\ Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown ? 6 Hence our hearts melt ; our eyes o'erflow ; Our words are lost ; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, " My Lord, my Love is crucified." 7 Ah, Lord ! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought ; Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. 8 First-born of many brethren Thou ! To thee, lo ! all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give : Thine may we die : thine may we live ! HYMN 27- [6 lines, 2-6'* §■ 4-f W] 1 C AVIOUR, the world's and mine, ^ Was ever grief like thine ? Thou my pain, my curse hast took, All my sins were laid on thee : Help me, Lord ; to thee I look ; Draw me, Saviour, after thee. 2 'Tis done ! My God hath died ; My Love is crucified ! Break, this stony heart of mine ; Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood ; Feel, my soul, the pangs divine ; Catch, my heart, the issuing blood ! 3 When, O my God, shall I For thee submit to die ? How the mighty debt repay ? Rival of thy passion prove ? Lead me in thyself, the way ; Melt my hardness into love. 4 To love is all my wish, I onlv live for this : 32 The Goodness of God. Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There, by faith, for ever dwell : This I always will require, Thee, and only thee to feel. 5 Thy power I pant to prove, Rooted and fix'd in love ; Strengthen' d by thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine, What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like thine. 6 Ah ! give me this to know, With all thy saints below : Swells my soul to compass thee ; Gasps in thee to live and move ; Fill'd with all the Deity, All immers'd and lost in love ! HYMN 28. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 r\ LOVE Divine ! what hast thou done ! ^-^ The' immortal God hath died for me ! The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree : The' immortal God for me hath died ! My Lord, my Love is crucified. 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace ! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his ? Come, feel with me his blood applied : My Lord, my Love is crucified. 3 Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God : Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood ; Pardon for all flows from his side ; My Lord, my Love is crucified. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream : The Goodness of God* -5*5 All things for him account hut loss, And give up all our hearts to him : Of nothing think or speak beside* " My Lord, my Love is crucified." HYMN 29. [8 lines 7'.v.] 1 /^OME, ye weary sinners, come, ^^ All who groan beneath your load ; Jesus calls his wanderers home : Hasten to your pardoning God. Come, ye guilty spirits, oppressed, Answer to the Saviour's call : " Come, and I will give you rest : " Come, and I will save you all." 2 Jesus, full of truth and love, We thy kindest word obey ; Faithful let thy mercies prove ; Take our load of guilt away : Fain we would on thee rely, Cast on thee our every care ; To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. 3 Burden' d with a world of grief, Burden' d with our sinful load, Burden' d with this unbelief, Burden 'd with the wrath of God ; Lo ! we come to thee for ease, True and gracious as thou art ; Now our groaning souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. HYMN 30. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 A^THERE shall my wondering soid begin ? * * How shall I ail to heaven aspire ? A slave redeemed from death and sin, A brand pluck 'd from eternal fire, How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sin^* my great Deliverer's praise ? C 34 The (loudness of God. 2 O how shall I the goodness tell, Father, which thou to me hast show'd ? That I, a child of wrath and hell, I should be call'd a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven. Blest with this antepast of heaven ! 3 And shall I slight my Father's love ? Or basely fear his gifts to own ? Unmindful of his favours prove ? Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun. Refuse his righteousness to' impart, By hiding it within my heart ? 4 No : though the ancient Dragon rage, And call forth all his host to war ; Though earth's self-righteous sons engage : Them, and their god, alike I dare ; Jesus, the sinner's Friend, proclaim ; Jesus, to sinners still the same. 5 Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves ! He spreads his arms to' embrace you all ; Sinners alone his grace receives : No need of him the righteous have ; He came the lost to seek and save. 6 Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of sin ; His bleeding heart shall make you room ; His open side shall take you in : He calls you now, invites you home ; Come, O my guilty brethren, come ! 7 For you the purple current flow'd In pardons from his wounded side ; Languish' d for you the' eternal God ; For you the Prince of Glory died : Believe, and all your sin's forgiven ; Only believe, and yours is heaven ! The Goodness of God. 3-5 HYMN 31. [6 tines &sr\ 1 ^?EE, sinners, in the gospel-glass, ^ The Friend and Saviour of mankind ! Not one of all the' apostate race But may in him salvation find ! His thoughts, and words, and actions prove, — His life and death, — that God is love ! 2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears The sins of all the world away ! A servant's form he meekly wears, He sojourns in a house of clay ! His glory is no longer seen, But God with God is man with men. 3 See where the God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home : He all day long spreads out his hands ; " Come, weary souls, to Jesus come ! " Ye all may hide you in my breast ; " Believe, and I will give you rest. 4 " Ah ! do not of my goodness doubt ; " My saving grace for all is free ; " I will in no wise cast him out " That comes a sinner unto me ; " I can to none myself deny ; " Why, sinners, will ye perish, why?" HYMN 32. [6 lines 8V] 1 CINNERS, believe the gospel- word : ^ Jesus is come your souls to save ! Jesus is come, your common Lord ; Pardon ye all through him may have ; May now be sav'd, whoever will : This man receiveth sinners still. 2 See where the lame, the halt, the blind, The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor, Flock to the Friend of human kind, And freelv all accept their cure : C2 3o The Goodness of God. To whom did he his help deny ? Whom, in his days of flesh, pass hy ? 3 Did not his word the fiends expel, The lepers cleanse, and raise the dead ? Did he not all their sickness heal, And satisfy their every need ? Did he reject his helpless clay, Or send them sorrowful away ? 4 Nay, but his bowels yearn' d to see The people hungry, scatter'd, faint ; Nay, but he utter' d over thee, Jerusalem, a true complaint ; Jerusalem, who shedd'st his blood, That, with his tears, for thee hath flow'd. HYMN 33. [6 lines 8>J 1 VITOULD Jesus have the sinner die ? * * Why hangs he then on yonder tree ? What means that strange expiring cry ? (Sinners, he prays for you and me :) " Forgive them, Father, O forgive : " They know not that by me they live ! " 2 Adam descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Great God of universal love, If all the world through thee may live, In us a quick'ning Spirit be, And witness thou hast died for me ! 3 Thou loving, all -atoning Lamb, Thee, — by thy painful agony, Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, Thy cross, and passion on the tree. Thy precious death and life, — I pray, Take all, take all my sins away ! 4 O let me kiss thy bleeding feet, And bathe and wash them with mv tears ; The Goodness of God. 37 The story of thy love repeat In every drooping sinner's ears ; That all may hear the quick'ning sound, Since I, even I, have mercy found ! 5 O let thy love my heart constrain, Thy love for every sinner free ; That every fallen soul of man May taste the grace that found out me ; That all mankind with me may prove Thy sovereign, everlasting love ! HYMN 34. [4 lines 6's, Sf 2-8Y] 1 ET earth and heaven agree, ■*—* Angels and men be join'dj To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind ; To' adore the all -atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesu's Name. 2 Jesus, transporting sound ! The joy of earth and heaven ; No other help is found, No other name is given, By which we can salvation have ; But Jesus came the world to save. 3 Jesus, harmonious Name ! It charms the hosts above ; They evermore proclaim And wonder at his love ; 'Tis all their happiness to gaze : 'Tis heaven to see our Jesu's face. 4 His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free ; Tis music in his ears, 'Tis life and victory : New songs do now his lips employ, And dances his glad heart for joy. 38 The Goodness of (rod 5 Stung by the scorpion sin. My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole : See there my Lord upon the tree ! I hear, I feel, he died for me. 6 O unexampled love ! O all-redeeming grace ! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race ! What shall I do to make it known What thou for all mankind hast done ? 7 O for a trumpet -voice, On all the world to call ! To bid their hearts rejoice In him who died for all ! For all my Lord was crucified : For all, for all my Saviour died! HYMN 35. [c. m.] 1 TESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord, *J Thy blessing we implore ; Open the door to preach thy word, The great effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save From sin and Satan's power ; And let them now acceptance have, And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls ! thou know'st to prize What thou hast bought so dear ; Come then, and in thy people's eyes With all thy wounds appear. 4 Appear, as when of old confest The suffering Son of God ; And let them see thee in thy ve&i But newly dipt in blood. The Goodness of God. -31) 5 The hardness from their hearts remove, Thou who for all hast died ; Show them the tokens of thy love, Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. 6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree, To trample down their sin : Thy hands stretched out they all may see, To take thy murderers in. 7 Thy side an open fountain is, Where all may freely go, And drink the living streams of bliss, And wash them white as snow. 8 Ready thou art the blood to' apply, And prove the record true ; And all thy wounds to sinners cry, " I suffer'd this for you !" HYMN 36. [c. m.] 1 OVERS of pleasure more than God, J-^ For you he suffer' d pain ; Swearers, for you he spilt his blood : And shall he bleed in vain ? 2 Misers, for you his life he paid ; Your basest crime he bore : Drunkards ! your sins on him were laid, That you might sin no more. 3 The God of love, to earth he came, That you might come to heaven ; Believe, believe in Jesu's Name, And all your sin's forgiven. % ) 4 Believe in him that died for thee, And, sure as he hath died, Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free, And thou art justified. 40 The (rood n ess of (rod. HYMN 37. [c. m] 1 JESUS, the Name high over all. J In hell, or earth, or sky. Angels and men before it fall. And devils fear and fly. 2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear. The Name to sinners given ; It scatters all their guilty fear : It turns their hell to heaven. 3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head ; Power into strengthless soids it speaks And life into the dead. 4 O that the world might taste and see The riches of his grace : The arms of love that compass me. Would all mankind embrace. 5 His onlv righteousness I show. His saving truth proclaim : Tis all my business here below To cry, " Behold the Lamb!" 6 Happy, if with my latest breath I may but gasp his Name ; Preach him to all, and cry in death, " Behold, behold the Lamb!" * HYMN 38. [6 lines 8\v.] 1 r\ GOD, of good the' unfathom'd Sea ! ^^ Who would not give his heart to thee ? Who would not love thee with his might, O Jesu, Lover of mankind ? Who would not his whole soul and mind. With .ill his strength, to thee unite? The Goodness of (rod. 41 2 Thou shinst with everlasting rays : Before the' insufferable blaze Angels with both wings veil their eyes ; Yet, free as air thy bounty streams On all thy works ; thy mercy's beams Diffusive, as thy sun's, arise. 3 Astonish' d at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow : Terrible majesty is thine ! Who then can that vast love express, Which bows thee down to me, who less Than nothing am, till thou art mine ! 4 High thron'd on heaven's eternal hill, In number, weight, and measure still Thou sweetly orderest all that is : And yet thou deign 'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I, with thee Enthron'd, may reign in endless bliss. a Fountain of good, all blessing flowrs From thee ; no want thy fulness knows : What but thyself canst thou desire ? Yet, self-sufficient as thou art, Thou dost desire my worthless heart : This, only this, dost thou require. 6 Primeval Beauty ! in thy sight, The first-born fairest sons of light See all their brightest glories fade : What then to me thine eyes could turn ? In sin conceiv'd, of woman born, A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade ! 7 Hell's armies tremble at thy nod, iVnd, trembling, own the' Almighty God, Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky : But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear? 'Tis God made man, for man to die, 42 The Goodness of God. 8 O God, of good the' unfathom'd Sea! Who would not give his heart to thee ? Who would not love thee with his might, O Jesu, Lover of mankind ? Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength, to thee unite ? * HYMN 39. [l. m.] 1 T^ATHER, whose everlasting Love -*- Thy only Son for sinners gave ; Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent him down the world to save 2 Help us thy mercy to extol, Immense, unfathom'd, unconfin'd ; To praise the Lamb who died for all, The general Saviour of mankind. 3 Thy undistinguishing regard Was cast on Adam's fallen race : For all thou hast in Christ prepaid Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace. 4 The world he suffer' d to redeem : For all he hath the' atonement made : For those that will not come to him, The ransom of his life was paid. 5 Why then, thou universal Love, Should any of thy grace despair ? To all, to all, thy bowels move, But straiten' d in our own we are. 6 Arise, O God, maintain thy cause ! The fulness of the Gentiles call : Lift up the standard of thy cross, And all shall own thou diedst for all. The Goodness of God. 43 HYMN 40. [10' s$ 11V] 1 VTE neighbours and friends, To Jesus draw A near ; His love condescends, By titles so dear, To call and invite you His triumph to prove, And freely delight you In Jesus's love. 2 The Shepherd who died His sheep to redeem, On every side Are gather' d to him The weary and burden'd, The reprobate race ; And wait to be pardon'd Through Jesus's grace. 3 The blind are restor'd Through Jesus's Name ; They see their dear Lord, And follow the Lamb ; The halt they are walking, And running their race ; The dumb they are talking Of Jesus's grace. 4 The deaf hear his voice, And comforting word ; It bids them rejoice In Jesus their Lord : " Thy sins are forgiven, Accepted thou art ;" They listen, and heaven Springs up in their heart. 5 The lepers from all Their spots are made clean ; The dead by his call Are rais'd from their sin ; In Jesu's compassion The sick find a cure ; And gospel salvation Is preach'd to the poor. 6 To us and to them Is publish' d the word : Then let us proclaim Our life-giving Lord, Who now is reviving His work in our days, And mightily striving To save us by grace. 7 O Jesus, ride on, Till all are subdu'd ; Thy mercy make known, And sprinkle thy blood ; Display thy salvation, And teach the new song To every nation, And people, and tongue. 44 3. Describing Death. HYMN 41. [c. m.] 1 f^\ GOD ! our help in ages past, ^J Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure ; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward bv the flood, And lost in following years. 6 Time, like an ever -rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 7 O God ! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our perpetual home. HYMN 42. [c. m.] 1 HPHKE we adore, eternal Name! ■A And humbly owp to thee, Describing Death. 4o How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be ! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase ; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave ; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb ; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things ! The' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings ! 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on every breath ; And yet how unconcern' d we go Upon the brink of death ! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road ! And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God. HYMN 43. [s. m.] 1 A ND am I born to die ? -l~x To lay this body down ? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown ? — A land of deepest shade, Unpierc'd by human thought ; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot. 46 Describing Death. 2 Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me ? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be : Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge with glory crown 'd, And see the flaming skies. 3 How shall I leave my tomb ? With triumph or regret ? A fearful, or a joyful doom,x A curse or blessing meet ? Will angel-bands convey • Their brother to the bar ? Or devils drag my soid away, To meet its sentence there ? 4 Who can resolve the doubt, That tears my anxious breast ? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out , Or number'd with the blest ? I must from God be driven, . Or with my Saviour dwell ; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else — depart to hell. 5 O thou that would' st not have One wretched sinner die ; Who diedst thyself, my soul to save From endless misery ! Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe ; That when thou comest on thy throne I may with joy appear ! 6 Thou art thyself the Way ; Thyself in me reveal : So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to thv will : Describing Death 47 vS So shall I love my God, Because he first lov'd me, And praise thee in thy bright abode, To all eternity. HYMN 44. [4 lines 8's, $ 2-6'*.] 1 A ND am I only born to die ? -^*- And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree ? What after death for me remains ? Celestial joy, or hellish pains, To all eternity ! 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay ! My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day ! 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone : If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The' inexorable throne ! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery, or joy ; But O ! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place ? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend ? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies ! 48 Describing Death. How make mine own election sure, And, when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies ! 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray ; Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way To glorious happiness ! Ah, write the pardon on my heart, And whensoe'er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace ! HYMN 45. [>. M.] 1 SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, ^ I too shall gather up my feet ! Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die, my father's God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see : Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death, remember me! 3 O that without a lingering groan I may the welcome word receive ; My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live ! HYMN 46. [>. m.] 1 HHHE morning flowers display their sweets, A And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats, As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast, Parch'd by the sun's directer ray. The momentary glories waste, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows : Fairer than spring the colours shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose. Describing Death. 49 4 Or worn by slowly -rolling years. Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine ; Revive with ever-during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour, If heaven must recompense our pains : Perish the grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains. HYMN 46. [3 lines 5's, $ 1-12] 1 /^OME, let us anew Our journey pursue, ^^ Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will, Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 3 Our life is a dream ; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away ; And the fugitive moment refuses to stav. 4 The arrow is flown ; The moment is gone ; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 5 O that each in the day Of his coming may say, " I have fought my way through ; " I have finish' d the wrork thou didst give me to do. ' ' 6 O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, " Well and faithfully done ; ' Enter into my jov, and sit down on mv throne." D 50 Describing Death. HYMN 47. O m.] 1 T>ASS a few swiftly-fleeting years, A And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare In that eternal house above ; And, O my God, shall I be there ? HYMN 48. [8 lines 8'*.] 1 AH, lovely appearance of death ! -**■ What sight upon earth is so fair ? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare : With solemn delight I survey The corpse, when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead. 2 How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burden his mind ! How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind ! Of evil incapable, thou, Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 3 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain : The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again : No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay : Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. Describing Death. ol 4 This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er : This quiet immovable breast Is heav'd by affliction no more : This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain ; It ceases to nutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. 5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep : The fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free ; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death : What now with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become ! My spirit created anew, My flesh be consigned to the tomb ! HYMN 49. [8 lines 8V] REJOICE for a brother deceas'd, Our loss is his infinite gain ; A soul out of prison releas'd, And free from its bodily chain ; With songs let us follow his flight, iVnd mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodg'd in the Eden of love. D 2 52 Describing Death. 2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd, Out -flying the tempest and wind ; His rest he hath sooner obtain'd, And left his companions behind, Still toss'd on a sea of distress, Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. 3 There all the ship's company meet, Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er trouble and death : The voyage of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is past ; The age that in heaven they spend, For ever and ever shall last. HYMN 50. [8 lines 7'*.] 1 T3LESS1NG, honour, thanks, and praise, JJ Pay we, gracious God, to thee : Thou, in thine abundant grace, Givest us the victory ; True and faithful to thy word, Thou hast glorified thy Son, Jesus Christ, our dying Lord, He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo ! the prisoner is releas'd, Lighten' d of his fleshly load ; Where the weary are at rest, He is gather' d into God ! Lo ! the pain of life is past, All his warfare now is o'er ; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering: are no more. Describing Death. 53 Yes, the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife ; Fought the fight, the work is done, Death is swallow' d up of life ! Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth the spirit flies, Finds his God, and sits, and sings, Triumphing in Paradise. Join we then, with one accord, In the new, the joyful song : Absent from our loving Lord We shall not continue long : We shall quit the house of clay, We a better lot shall share ; We shall see the realms of day, Meet our happy brother there. Let the world bewail their dead, Fondly of their loss complain ; Brother, friend, by Jesus freed, Death to thee, to us, is gain : Thou art enter' d into joy: Let the unbelievers mourn ; We in songs our lives employ, Till we all to God return. HYMN 51. IS lines Ts,-] 1 TTARK ! a voice divides the sky, A A Happy are the faithful dead ! In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Them the Spirit hath declar'd Blest, unutterably blest : Jesus is their great Reward, Jesus is their endless Rest. 54 Describing Death. 2 Follow 'd by their works, they go Where their Head hath gone before ; Reconcil'd by grace below, Grace had open'd Mercy's door ; Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiv'n ; Here they laid their burden down, Hallow' d, and made meet for heaven. 3 Who can now lament the lot Of a saint in Christ deceased ? Let the world, who know us not, Call us hopeless and unbless'd : When from flesh the spirit freed, Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, " A man is dead!" Angels sing, " A child is born !" 4 Born into the world above, They our happy brother greet ; Bear him to the throne of Love, Place him at the Saviour's feet : Jesus smiles, and says, " Well done, " Good and faithful servant thou ; " Enter, and receive thy crown ; " Reign with me triumphant now." 5 Angels catch the' approving sound, Bow, and bless the just award ; Hail the heir with glory crown' d, Now rejoicing with his Lord : Fuller joys ordain'd to know, Waiting for the general doom, When the' Archangel's trump shall blow, " Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!" Describing Death. 55 HYMN 52. [2 lines &s, & 4-7'*.] AGAIN we lift our voice, And shout our solemn joys ; Cause of highest raptures this, Raptures that shall never fail ; See a soul escap'd to bliss, Keep the Christian Festival. Our friend is gone before To that celestial shore ; He hath left his mates behind, He hath all the storms outrode ! Found the rest we toil to find, Landed in the arms of God. And shall we mourn to see Our fellow-prisoner free ? — Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, In the haven of the skies ? Can we weep to see the tears Wip'd for ever from his eyes ? No, dear companion, no ; We gladly let thee go, From a suffering church beneath, To a reigning church above : Thou hast more than conquered death ; Thou art crown' d with life and love. Thou, in thy youthful prime, Hast leap'd the bounds of time : Suddenly from earth releas'd, Lo ! we now rejoice for thee ; Taken to an early rest, Caught into eternity. Ov Describing Death. 6 Thither may we repair, That glorious bliss to share ; We shall see the welcome day, We shall to the summons bow : Come, Redeemer, come away : Now prepare, and take us now ! HYMN 53; [8 lines 8'*.] On the Death of a Widow. 1 f~^ 1VE glory to Jesus our Head, VJ With all that encompass his throne ; A widow, a widow indeed, A mother in Israel is gone \ The winter of trouble is past ; The storms of affliction are o'er ; Her struggle is ended at last, And sorrow and death are no more. 2 The soid hath o'ertaken her mate, And caught him again in the sky : Advanc'd to her happy estate, And pleasure that never shall die ; Where glorified spirits, by sight, Converse in their holy abode, As stars in the firmament bright, And pure as the angels of God. 3 O Heaven ! what a triumph is there ! Where all in his praises agree ; His beautiful character bear, And shine with the glory they see : The glory of God and the Lamb (While all in the ecstasy join) Darts into their spiritual frame, And gives the enjoyment divine. 4 In loud hallelujahs they sing, And harmony echoes his praise ; Describing Judgment. Dl When, lo ! the celestial King- Pours out the full light of his face : The joy neither angel nor saint Can bear, so ineffably great ; But, lo ! the whole company faint, And heaven is found — at his feet. 4. Describing Judgment. HYMN 54. [8 lines, 7's §■ 6VJ HEARKEN to the solemn voice, The awful midnight cry ! Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice, And see the Bridegroom nigh : Lo ! he comes to keep his word, Light and joy his looks impart : Go ye forth to meet your Lord, And meet him in your heart. Ye who faint beneath the load Of sin, your heads lift up ; See your great redeeming God, He comes, and bids you hope : In the midnight of your grief, Jesus doth his mourners cheer ; Lo ! he brings you sure relief ; Believe, and feel him here. Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth, Whose lamps are burning bright ; Worthy, in your Saviour's worth, To walk with him in white ; Jesus bids your hearts be clean ; Bids you all his promise prove : Jesus comes to cast out sin, And perfect you in love. 58 Describing Judgment. 4 Wait we all in patient hope, Till Christ, the Judge, shall come ; We shall soon be all caught up To meet the general doom : In an hour to us unknown, As a thief in deepest night, Christ shall suddenly come down, With all his saints in light. 5 Happy he whom Christ shall find Watching to see him come ; Him the Judge of all mankind Shall bear triumphant home : Who can answer to his word ? Which of you dares meet his day ? " Rise, and come to judgment !" — Lord, We rise, and come away. HYMN 55. [p. s. m.] THOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear ; Our caution' d souls prepare For that tremendous day ; And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray : To pray, and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown ; When, rob'd in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down, The' immortal Son of Man, To judge the human race, With all thy Father's dazzling train, With all thy glorious grace. Describing Judgment. 59 To damp our earthly joys, To' increase our gracious fears, For ever let the' Archangel's voice Be sounding in our ears ; The solemn midnight cry, " Ye dead, the Judge is come ; " Arise, and meet him in the sky, " And meet your instant doom !" O may we thus be found Obedient to his word ; Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord ! O may we thus ensure A lot among the blest ; And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest ! HYMN 56. [4 lines 8V] 1 TJE comes ! he comes ! the Judge severe ! J- A The seventh trumpet speaks him near ; His lightnings flash ; his thunders roll : How welcome to the faithful soul ! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound ; See the Almighty Jesus crown' d ! Girt with omnipotence and grace ; And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own ; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky ! And all the saints of the Most High : Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever and for ever reigns, 60 Describing Judgment. HYMN 57. [l. m.] 1 'T^HE great Archangel's trump shall sound, A (While twice ten thousand thunders roar,) Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground, And make the greedy sea restore. 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead, The earth no more her slain conceal ; Sinners shall lift their guilty head, And shrink to see a yawning hell. 3 But we, who now our Lord confess, And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness, Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure. 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall, And mountains are on mountains hurl'd. Shall stand unmov'd amidst them all, And smile to see a burning world. 5 The earth, and all the works therein, Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd ; While we survey the awful scene, And mount above the fiery void. 6 By faith we now transcend the skies, And on that ruin'd world look down : By love above all height we rise, And share the everlasting throne. HYMN 58. [7\v 8f 6'*.] 1 TESUS, faithful to his word, J Shall with a shout descend ; All heaven's host their glorious Lord Shall pompously attend : Christ shall come with dreadful noise, Lightnings swift, and thunders loud ; With the great Archangel's voice, And with the trump of God. Describing .Judgment. ul First the dead in Christ shall rise ; Then we that yet remain Shall be caught up to the skies, And see our Lord again : We shall meet him in the air, All rapt up to heaven shall be ; Find, and love, and praise him there, To all eternity. Who can tell the happiness, This glorious hope affords ? Joy unutter'd we possess In these reviving words : Happy while on earth we breathe ; Mightier bliss ordain' d to know ; Trampling down sin, hell, and death, To the third heaven we go. HYMN 59. [6 lines, 4-8* £ 2-6'*.] 1 HPHOU God of glorious majesty, A To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry ; A half- awaken' d child of man ; An heir of endless bliss or pain ; A sinner born to die ! 2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 3 O God, mine inmost soul convert ! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress : \)2 Describing Judgment. Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. 4 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar ; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom ? 5 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to' ensure : Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above ; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. HYMN 60. [8 lines, Vs §• Ts.~] 1 OIGHTEOUS God! whose vengeftil phials J-*~ All our fears and thoughts exceed, Big with woes and fiery trials, Hanging, bursting o'er our head ; While thou visitest the nations, Thy selected people spare ; Arm our caution' d souls with patience, Fill our humbled hearts with prayer. 2 If thy dreadful controversy With all flesh is now begun, In thy wrath remember mercy ; Mercv first and last be shown ; Describing Judgment, 63 Plead thy cause with sword and fire, Shake us till the curse remove, Till thou com'st, the world's desire, Conquering all with sovereign love. Every fresh alarming token More confirms the faithful word ; Nature (for its Lord hath spoken) Must be suddenly restor'd : From this national confusion, From this ruin'd earth and skies, See the times of restitution, See the new creation rise ! Vanish, then, this world of shadows ; Pass the former things away : Lord, appear ! appear to glad us With the dawn of endless day ! O conclude this mortal story, Throw this universe aside ! Come, eternal King of Glory, Now descend, and take thy bride ! HYMN 61. [7's §■ 8'*.] 1 CTAND the' omnipotent decree : ^ Jehovah's will be done ! Nature's end we wait to see, And hear her final groan : Let this earth dissolve, and blend In death the wicked and the just ; Let those ponderous orbs descend, And grind us into dust. 2 Rests secure the righteous man ! At his Redeemer's beck, Sure to' emerge, and rise again, And mount above the wreck ; 64 Describing Judgment. Lo ! the heavenly spirit towers, Like flame, o'er nature's funeral pvre. Triumphs in immortal powers, And claps his wings of fire ! 3 Nothing hath the just to lose, By worlds on worlds destroy' d ; Far beneath his feet he views, With smiles, the flaming void : Sees the universe renew'd, The grand millennial reign begun ; Shouts, with all the sons of God, Around the' eternal throne ! 4 Resting in this glorious hope To be at last restor'd, Yield we now our bodies up To earthquake, plague, or sword : Listening for the call divine, The latest trumpet of the seven, Soon our soul and dust shall join, And both fly up to heaven. HYMN 62. [6 lines, 4-8\v §■ 2-6's.] f 1 T TOW happy are the little flock, L A Who, safe beneath their guardian -rock, In all commotions rest ! When war's and tumult's waves run high, Unmov'd above the storm they lie, Thev lodare in Jesu's breast. '&- 2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we, By mercy gather' d into thee, Before the floods descend : And while the bursting cloud comes down, We mark the vengeful day begun, And calmly wait the end. Describing Judgment. 3 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, Our Saviour's swift approach declare, And bid our hearts arise : Earth's basis shook confirms our hope ; Its cities' fall but lifts us up, To meet thee in the skies. 4 Thy tokens we with joy confess : The war proclaims the Prince of Peace ; The earthquake speaks thy power ; The famine all thy fulness brings ; The plague presents thy healing wings, And Nature's final hour. 5 Whatever ills the world befall, A pledge of endless good we call ; A sign of Jesus near : His chariot will not long delay ; We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray, Triumphant Lord, appear ! 6 Appear with clouds on S ion's hill, The word and mystery to fulfil, Thy confessors to' approve, Thy members on thy throne to place, And stamp thy name on every face, In glorious, heavenly love ! HYMN 63. Part the First [c. m.] 1 V^/^OE to the men on earth who dwell, * * Nor dread the' Almighty's frown ; When God doth all his wrath reveal, And shower his judgments down ! 2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers ; To meet your God prepare ! For, lo ! the seventh angel pours His phial in the air. 3 Lo ! from their seats the mountains leap ; The mountains are not found ; E 65 ) !*. UO Describing Judgment. Transported far into the deep, And in the ocean drown' d. 4 Who then shall live, and face the throne, And face the Judge severe ? When heaven and earth are fled and gone, O where shall I appear ? 5 Now, only now, against that hour We may a place provide ; Beyond the grave, beyond the power Of hell, our spirits hide : 6 Firm in the all-destroying shock, May view the final scene ; For, lo ! the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in. HYMN 64. Part the Second, [c. m.] 1 T> Y faith we find the place above, -U The rock that rent in twain ; Beneath the shade of dying love, And in the clefts remain. 2 Jesus, to thy dear wounds we flee, We sink into thy side ; Assur'd that all who trust in thee Shall evermore abide. 3 Then let the thund'ring trumpet sound ; The latest lightning glare ; The mountains melt ; the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air ; 4 The huge celestial bodies roll, Amidst that general fire, And shrivel as a parchment scroll, And all in smoke expire ! 5 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns, When nature is destroy'd, And no created thing remains Throughout the flaming void. Describing Judgment. 4)7 1) Sublime upon his azure throne, He speaks the' Almighty Word : His Jiat is obey'd ! 'tis done ; And Paradise restor'd. 7 So be it ! let this system end, This ruinous earth and skies ; The New Jerusalem descend, The New Creation rise. 8 Thy power omnipotent assume ; Thy brightest majesty ! And when thou dost in glory come, My Lord, remember me! HYMN 65. [6 lines, 4-6' s fr 2-8'*.] 1 V^E virgin souls, arise, JL With all the dead awake ! Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take : Upstarting at the midnight cry, " Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh !" 2 He comes, he comes, to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are : Made ready for your full reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go, meet him in the sky, Your everlasting friend : Your Head to glorify, With all his saints ascend : Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, his face ! 4 Ye that have here receiv'd The unction from above. And in his Spirit liv'd, Obedient to his love, E 2 u8 Describing Judgment. Jesus shall claim you for his bride : Rejoice with all the sanctified ! 5 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, Above yon angel powers In glorious joy to live ; Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. 6 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound ; To see our Lord appear, Watching let us be found ; When Jesus doth the heavens bow, Be found — as, Lord, thou find'st us now ! * HYMN 66. [p. m.] 1 O ! he comes with clouds descending, -L^ Once for favour' cl sinners slain ; Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train : Hallelujah ! God appears on earth to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see. 3 The dear tokens of his passion Still his dazzling body bears ; Cause of endless exultation To his ransom'd worshippers : [scars ! With what rapture gaze we on those glorious 4 Yea, Amen ! let all adore thee, High on thy eternal throne ; Saviour, take the power and glory; Claim the kingdom for thine own ! Jah ! Jehovah ! everlasting God ! come down. 69 5. Describing Heaven. HYMN 67- [6 &W, 2-6V §• 4-7'*.] 1 T TOW weak the thoughts, and vain X X Of self- deluding men ; Men, who, fix'd to earth alone, Think their houses shall endure, Fondly call their lands their own, To their distant heirs secure. 2 How happy then are we, Who build, O Lord, on thee ! What can our foundation shock ? Though the shatter' d earth remove, Stands our city on a rock, On the rock of heavenly Love. 3 A house we call our own, Which cannot be overthrown : In the general ruin sure, Storms and earthquakes it defies ; Built immovably secure ; Built eternal in the skies. 4 High on ImmanueFs land We see the fabric stand ; From a tottering world remove To our steadfast mansion there : Our inheritance above Cannot pass from heir to heir. 5 Those amaranthine bowers (Unalienably ours) Bloom, our infinite reward, Rise, our permanent abode ; From the founded world prepar'd ; Purchas'd by the blood of God 70 Describing Heaven* 6 O might we quickly find The place for us design'd ; See the long-expected day Of our full redemption here : Let the shadows flee away, Let the new-made world appear. 7 High on thy great white throne , O King of Saints, come down ; In the New Jerusalem Now triumphantly descend ; Let the final trump proclaim Joys begun which ne'er shall end HYMN 68. [6 lines, 4-8'* & 2-6*'*.] f TTQW happy is the pilgrim's lot ! A J- How free from every anxious thought. From worldly hope and fear ! Confin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2 His happiness in part is mine, Already sav'd from low design, From every creature -love ; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lighten' d of its load, And seeks the things above. 3 The things eternal I pursue ; A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen ; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. Describing Heaven. 71 4 I have no babes to hold me here ; But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim, Better than daughters or than sons, Temples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesu's name. 5 No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness ; A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below ; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. 6 Nothing on earth I call my own ; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise ; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. 7 There is my house and portion fair ; My treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home ; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 8 I come, — thy servant, Lord, replies ; — I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest ! Now let the pilgrim's journey end : Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Receive me to thy breast ! 72 Describing Heaven. HYMN 69. [6 lines 8V] 1 HHHOU, Lord, on whom I still depend, A Shalt keep me faithful to the end : I trust thy truth, and love, and power, Shall save me to the latest hour ; And, when I lay this body down, Reward with an immortal crown. 2 Jesus, in thy great Name I go To conquer death, my final foe ! And when I quit this cumbrous clay, And soar on angels' wings away, My soul the second death defies, And reigns eternal in the skies. 3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What Christ hath for his saints prepar'd, Who conquer through their Saviour's might, Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet. 4 Dost thou desire to know and see, What thy mysterious name shall be ? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome ; Till then thou searchest out in vain, What only conquest can explain, HYMN 70. [8 lines 8Y] 1 T LONG to behold him array' d A With glory and light from above, The King in his beauty display 'd, His beauty of holiest love : I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode : O when shall we meet in the air, And fl\ to the mountain of God ! Describing Heaven. 73 With him I on Sion shall stand, (For Jesus hath spoken the word,) The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord ; But when, on thy bosom reclin'd, Thy face I am strengthen' d to see, My fulness of rapture I find, My heaven of heavens, in thee. How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above ! No pain the inhabitants feel, No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give ; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive ! HYMN 71. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 T EADER of faithful souls, and Guide -L* Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, ev'n us, abide, Who would on thee alone rely ; On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth, we know, is not our place ; But hasten through the vale of woe, And, restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above. 3 We have no 'biding city here, But seek a city out of sight ; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, 74 Describing Heaven. Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God. 4 Patient the' appointed race to run, This weary world we cast behind ; From strength to strength we travel on, The New Jerusalem to find : Our labour this, our only aim, To find the New Jerusalem. 5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native heaven ; That palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing. 6 Rais'd by the breath of Love Divine, We urge our way with strength renew' d ; The church of the first-born to join, We travel to the mount of God ; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies. HYMN 72. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 QAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow, ^ To trample on my mortal foe ; Conqueror of death with thee to rise, And claim my station in the skies, Fix'd as the throne which ne'er can move, A pillar in thy church above. 2 As beautiful as useful there, May I that weight of glory bear, With all who finally o'ercome, Supporters of the heavenly dome ; Of perfect holiness possess'd, For ever in thy presence bless' d. Describing Heaven. 75 3 Write upon me the Name divine, And let thy Father's nature shine, His image visibly exprest, His glory pouring from my breast, O'er all my bright humanity, Transform' d into the God 1 see ! 4 Inscribing with the city's name, The heavenly New Jerusalem, To me the victor's title give, Among thy glorious saints to live, And all their happiness to know, A citizen of heaven below. 5 When thou hadst all thy foes o'ercome, Returning to thy glorious home, Thou didst receive the full reward, That I might share it with my Lord ; And thus thy own new name obtain, And one with thee for ever reign. HYMN 73. [8 lines 8'*.] 1 A WAY with our sorrow and fear, -lV- We soon shall recover our home, The city of saints shall appear ; The day of eternity come : From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode ; The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God. 2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, rais'd by the life-giving Word^, We see the new city descend, Adorn' d as a bride for her Lord : The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air : No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil is there ! #0 Describing Heaven. 3 By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here ; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear : Immovably founded in grace, She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God. 4 No need of the sun in that day, Which never is follow' d by night, Where Jesus' s beauties display A pure and a permanent light : The Lamb is their Light and their Sun, And, lo ! by reflection they shine, With Jesus ineffably one, And bright in effulgence divine ! 5 The saints in his presence receive Their great and eternal reward ; In Jesus, in heaven they live ; They reign in the smile of their Lord The flame of angelical love Is kindled at Jesus' s face : And all the enjoyment above Consists in the rapturous gaze. HYMN 74. [s. m.J WE know, by faith we know, If this vile house of clay, This tabernacle, sink below In ruinous decay, We have a house above, Not made with mortal hands ; And firm, as our Redeemer's love, That heavenly fabric stands. Describing Haw en. 77 2 It stands securely high, Indissolubly sure ; Our glorious mansion in the sky Shall evermore endure : O were we enter' d there, To perfect heaven restor'd ! O were we all caught up to share The triumph of our Lord ! 3 For this in faith we call, For this we weep and pray : O might the tabernacle fall ; O might we 'scape away ! Full of immortal hope, We urge the restless strife, And hasten to be swallow' d up Of everlasting life. 4 Absent, alas ! from God, We in the body mourn, And pine to quit this mean abode, And languish to return. Jesus, regard our vows, And change our faith to sight ; And clothe us with our nobler house Of empyrean light ! 5 O let us put on thee In perfect holiness, And rise prepar'd thy face to see, Thy bright, unclouded face ! Thy grace with glory crown, Who hast the earnest given ; And now triumphantly come down, And take our souls to heaven ! 7o Desc rifting Hear en. HYMN 75. [8 lines 7'*.] 1 IFT your eyes of faith, and see -L* Saints and angels join'd in one : What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne ! Each before his Saviour stands ; All in milk-white robes array'd, Palms they carry in their hands, Crowns of glory on their head. 2 Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong ; God, the glorious Saviour, praise : All salvation from him came ; Him, who reigns enthron'd on high : Glory to the bleeding Lamb, Let the morning stars reply. 3 Angel -powers the throne surround, Next the saints in glory they ; LulFd with the transporting sound, They their silent homage pay ; Prostrate on their face before God and his Messiah fall ; Then in hymns of praise adore, Shout the Lamb that died for all ! 4 Be it so, they all reply, Him let all our orders praise ; Him that did for sinners die, Saviour of the favour' d race ! Render we our God his right, Glory, wisdom, thanks, and power, Honour, majesty, and might ; Praise him, praise him evermore ! HYMN 76. [8 lines 7'*.] 1 T^THAT are these array'd in white, * ▼ Brighter than the noon -day sun ? Describing Heaven. 7" Foremost of the sons of light ; Nearest the eternal throne ? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood ; Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of the dying God. 2 Out of great distress they came, Wash'd their robes by faith below In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow : Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night : God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er ; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more : No excessive heat they feel From the sun's direct er ray ; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day. 4 He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain, To the living fountains lead : He shall all their sorrows chase, All their wants at once remove, Wipe the tears from every face, Fill up every soul with love. HYMN 77- [8 lines 8V| 1 r I ^HE Church in her militant state A Is weary, and cannot forbear ; The saints in an agony wait To see him again in the air. Ol) Describing Hear en. The Spirit invites, in the bride, Her heavenly Lord to descend, And place her, enthroned at his side, In glory that never shall end. 2 The news of his coming I hear, And join in the catholic cry : 0 Jesus, in triumph appear ; Appear in the clouds of the sky ! Whom only I languish to love, In fulness of majesty come, And give me a mansion above, And take to my heavenly home. HYMN 78. [8 lines 8'.9.] 1 HHHE thirsty are call'd to their Lord, A His glorious appearing to see ; And, drawn by the power of his word, The promise, I know, is for me : 1 thirst for the streams of thy grace, I gasp for the Spirit of Love ; I long for a glimpse of thy face, And then to behold it above. 2 Thy call I exult to obey, And come, in the spirit of prayer, Thy joy in that happiest day, Thy kingdom of glory, to share ; To drink the pure river of bliss, With life everlasting o'erflow'd ; Implung'd in the crystal abyss, And lost in the ocean of God. HYMN 79. [8 lines 8V] 1 A FOUNTAIN of Life and of Grace -£*- In Christ, our Redeemer, we see : For us, who his offers embrace, For all, it is open and free : Describing Hell. 81 Jehovah himself doth invite To drink of his pleasures unknown ; The streams of immortal delight, That flow from his heavenly throne. As soon as in him we believe, By faith of his Spirit we take ; And, freely forgiven, receive The mercy for Jesus' s sake : We gain a pure drop of his love ; The life of eternity know ; Angelical happiness prove ; And witness a heaven below. 6. Describing Hell. HYMN 80. [c. m.] TERRIBLE thought ! shall I alone, Who may be sav'd — shall I — Of all, alas ! whom I have known, Through sin, for ever die ? While all my old companions dear, With whom I once did live, Joyful at God's right hand appear, A blessing to receive : Shall I, — amidst a ghastly band, — Dragg'd to the judgment-seat, Far on the left with horror stand, My fearful doom to meet ? Ah, no : — I still may turn and live, For still his wrath delays ; He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve, And offers me his grace. I will accept his offers now. From every sin depart, F 82 Praying for a Blessing. Perform my oft -repeated vow, And render him my heart. 6 I will improve what I receive, The grace through Jesus given ; Sure, if with God on earth I live, To live with him in heaven. 1 SECTION III. Praying for a Blessing. HYMN 81. [6 lines 8'j.] FATHER of omnipresent grace ! We seem agreed to seek thy face ; But every soul assembled here Doth naked in thy sight appear : Thou know'st who only bows the knee ; And who in heart approaches thee. Thy Spirit hath the difference made Betwixt the living and the dead ; Thou now dost into some inspire The pure, benevolent desire : O that ev'n now thy powerful call May quicken and convert us all ! The sinners suddenly convince, O'erwhelm'd beneath their load of sins : To-day, while it is calTd to-day, Awake, and stir them up to pray, Their dire captivity to own, And from the iron furnace groan. Then, then acknowledge, and set free The people bought, O Lord, by thee, The sheep for whom their Shepherd bled, For whom we in thy Spirit plead : Let all in thee redemption find, And not a soul be 1H> behind. Praying for a Blessing. 83 HYMN 82. O m.] I C HEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye ^ The thousands of our Israel see : To thee in their behalf we cry, Ourselves but newly found in thee. 42 See where o'er desert wastes they err, And neither food nor feeder have, Nor fold, nor place of refuge near ; For no man cares their souls to save. 3 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood, The Christian savages remain ; Strangers, yea, enemies to God, They make thee spill thy blood in vain. 4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought ; Nor know they their Redeemer nigh ; They perish, whom thyself hast bought ; Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide, To swallow up its careless prey : Why should they die, when thou hast died Hast died to bear their sins away ? 6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize ? Remember, Lord, thy dying groans : The meed of all thy sufferings these ; O claim them for thy ransom'd ones ! 7 Extend to these thy pardoning grace : To these be thy salvation show'd : O add them to thy chosen race ! O sprinkle all their hearts with blood ! 8 Still let the publicans draw near : Open the door of faith and heaven ; And grant their hearts thy word to hear, And witness all their sins forgiven. F2 S 84 Praying for a Blessing. HYMN 83. [c. m.] 1 rT1HOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes A Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the evening sacrifice, Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere ; But show us, Lord, is every one Thy real worshipper ? 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, Nor feels his want of thee ? A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree ? 4 Convince him now of unbelief; His desperate state explain : And fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. 5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise ! And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. 6 Extort the cry, " What must be done " To save a wretch like me ; " How shall a trembling sinner shun " That endless misery ? 7 " I must this instant now begin " Out of my sleep to' awake ; " And turn to God, and every sin " Continually forsake : 8 " I must for faith incessant cry, " And wrestle, Lord, with thee : u I must be born again, or die " To all eternity." Praying for a Blessing. 85 HYMN 84. [c. m.] 1 /"^OME, O thou all-victorious Lord, ^^ Thy power to us make known ; Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone ! 2 O that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn ; And turn at once from every sin, And to our Saviour turn ! 3 Give us ourselves and thee to know, In this our gracious day; Repentance unto life bestow, And take our sins away. 4 Conclude us first in unbelief, And freely then release ; Fill every soul with sacred grief, And then with sacred peace. 5 Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve, And then enrich the poor ; The knowledge of our sickness give ; The knowledge of our cure. 6 That blessed sense of guilt impart, And then remove the load ; Trouble, and wash the troubled heart In the atoning blood. 7 Our desperate state through sin declare, And speak our sins forgiven ; By perfect holiness prepare, And take us up to heaven. 86 Praying for a Blessing. HYMN 85. [s. m.] 1 CPIRIT of Faith, comedown, ^ Reveal the things of God ; And make to us the Godhead known y And witness with the blood : 'Tis thine the blood to' apply, And give us eyes to see, Who did for every sinner die, Hath surely died for me. 2 No man can truly say That Jesus is the Lord, Unless thou take the veil away, And breathe the living word : Then, only then, we feel Our interest in his blood, And cry, with joy unspeakable, " Thou art my Lord, my God !,s 3 O that the world might know The all-atoning Lamb ! Spirit of faith ! descend, and show The virtue of his name : The grace which all may find, The saving power, impart ; And testify to all mankind, And speak in every heart. 4 Inspire the living faith, Which whosoe'er receives, The witness in himself he hath. And consciously believes ; The faith that conquers all, And doth the mountain move, And saves whoe'er on Jesus call, And perfects them in love. Praying for a Blessing. 87 HYMN 86. [6 lines, 2-6's §• 4-7'*.] 1 CINNERS, your hearts lift up, ^ Partakers of your hope ! This, the day of Pentecost ; Ask, and ye shall all receive ; Surely now the Holy Ghost God to all that ask shall give. 2 Ye all may freely take The grace for Jesu's sake : . He for every man hath died : He for all hath ris'n again : Jesus now is glorified : Gifts he hath receiv'd for men. 3 He sends them from the skies On all his enemies : By his cross he now hath led Captive our captivity: We shall all be free indeed, Christ, the Son, shall make us free. 4 Blessings on all he pours, In never-ceasing showers ; All he waters from above ; Offers all his joy and peace, Settled comfort, perfect love, Everlasting righteousness. 5 All may from him receive A power to turn and live ; Grace for every soul is free ; All may hear the' effectual call ; All the Light and Life may see ; All may feel he died for all. 6 Drop down in showers of love, Ye heavens, from above ! Righteousness, ye skies, pour down ! Open earth, and take it in ! Claim the Spirit for your own, Sinners, and be sav'd from sin ! 88 Praying for a Hie suing. 7 Father, behold, we claim The gift in Jesu's Name ! Him, the promis'd Comforter, Into all our spirits pour ; Let him fix his mansion here, Come, and never leave us more ! Hefore Reading the Scriptures. HYMN 87- [c. m.] 1 /^OME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, v^ Let us thine influence prove ; Source of the old prophetic fire, Fountain of Light and Love. 2 Come, Holy Ghost, (for mov'd by thee The prophets wrote and spoke,) Unlock the Truth, thyself the Key, Unseal the sacred Book. 3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove, Brood o'er our nature's night : On our disorder' d spirits move, And let there now be light. 4 God, through himself, we then shall know, If thou within us shine ; And sound, with all thy saints below, The depths of love divine. HYMN 88. [c. m.] 1 T^ATHER of all, in whom alone ■*■ We live, and move, and breathe, One bright, celestial ray dart down, And cheer thy sons beneath. 2 While in thy word we search for thee, (We search with trembling awe !) Open our eyes, and let us see The wonders of thy law. 3 Now let our darkness comprehend The light that shines so clear ; Now the revealing Spirit send, And give us ears to hear. Praying for a Blessing. 89 4 Before us make thy goodness pass, Which here by faith we know ; Let us in Jesus see thy face, And die to all below. HYMN 89. [6 lines 8V) 1 TNSPIRER of the ancient Seers, A Who wrote from thee the sacred page, The same through all succeeding years, To us, in our degenerate age, The Spirit of thy word impart, And breathe the Life into our heart. 2 While now thine oracles we read, With earnest prayer and strong desire, O let thy Spirit from thee proceed, Our souls to' awaken and inspire ; Our weakness help, our darkness chase, And guide us by the Light of Grace ! 3 Whene'er in error's paths we rove, The living God through sin forsake, Our conscience by thy Word reprove, Convince and bring the wanderers back, Deep wounded by thy Spirit's sword, And then by Gilead's balm restor'd. 4 The sacred lessons of thy grace, Transmitted through thy Word, repeat ; And train us up in all thy ways, To make us in thy will complete ; Fulfil thy love's redeeming plan, And bring us to a perfect man. 5 Furnish' d out of thy treasury, O may we always ready stand To help the souls redeem' d by thee, In what their various states demand ; To teach, convince, correct, reprove, And build them up in holiest love ! 90 Describing Formal Religion. * HYMN 90. [l. m.] 1 HPHUS saith the Lord of earth and heaven, A The King of Israel and his God, Who hath for all a ransom given, And bought a guilty world with blood : " I am from all eternity; To all eternity I am : There is none other God but Me ; Jehovah is my glorious Name. 2 " The Rise and End, the First and Last, The Alpha and Omega I ; Who could, like me, ordain the past, Or who the things to come descry ? Foolish is all their strife, and vain, To' invade the property divine ; 'Tis mine the work undone to' explain, To call the future now is mine. 3 " Fear not, my own peculiar race ; I have to thee my counsel show'd, The word of sure prophetic grace, And told thee all the mind of God. Ye are my witnesses, to you My name and nature are made known ; Ye only can your seal set to, That I am God, and God alone.' ' PART II. CONVINCING. SECTION I. Describing Formal Religion. HYMN 91. [c. m.] 1 ONG have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord, -L* With unavailing pain : Fasted, and pray'd, and read thy Word, And heard it preach'd in vain. Describing Formal Religion. 91 2 Oft did I with the' assembly join, And near thine altar drew ; A form of godliness was mine, The power I never knew. 3 I rested in the outward law ; Nor knew its deep design : The length and breadth I never saw, And height, of love divine. 4 To please thee thus, at length I see, Vainly I hop'd and strove : For what are outward things to thee, Unless they spring from love ? 5 I see the perfect law requires Truth in the inward parts ; Our full consent, our whole desires, Our undivided hearts. 6 But I of means have made my boast ; Of means an idol made ; The spirit in the letter lost, The substance in the shade. 7 Where am I now, or what my hope ? What can my weakness do ? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up : ?Tis thou must make it new. HYMN 92. [c. m.] 1 ^?TILL for thy lovingkindness, Lord, ^ I in thy temple wait ; I look to find thee in thy word, Or at thy table meet. 2 Here, in thine own appointed ways, I wait to learn thy will : Silent I stand before thy face, And hear thee sav, "Be still !" 92 Describing Formal Religion. 3 " Be still ! and know that I am God !"— 'Tis all I live to know ; To feel the virtue of thy blood, And spread its praise below ! 4 I wait my vigour to renew, Thine image to retrieve, The veil of outward things pass through, And gasp in thee to live. 5 I work, and own the labour vain, And thus from works I cease : I strive, and see my fruitless pain, Till God create my peace. 6 Fruitless, till thou thyself impart, Must all my efforts prove : They cannot change a sinful heart ; They cannot purchase love. 7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin, And then the strife give o'er ; To thee I then the whole resign ; I trust in means no more. 8 I trust in Him, who stands between The Father's wrath and me ; Jesu, thou great eternal Mean, I look for all from thee ! HYMN 93. [s. m.] 1 A /TY gracious, loving Lord, i^A To thee what shall I say ? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray. Ten thousand wants have I ; Alas ! I all things want ; But thou hast bid me always cry. And never, never faint. Describing Formal Religion. "o 2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear ev'n to ask thy grace ; So oft have I, alas ! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face : With all pollutions stain'd, Thy hallow' d courts I trod : Thy name and temple I profan'd, And dar'd to call thee God ! 3 Nigh with my lips I drew ; My lips were all unclean : Thee with my heart I never knew ; My heart was full of sin : Far from the living Lord, As far as hell from heaven, Thy purity I still abhorr'd, Nor look'd to be forgiven. 4 My nature I obey'd : My own desires pursued ; And still a den of thieves I made The hallow'd house of God. The worship he approves To him I would not pay : My selfish ends, and creature -loves, Had stole my heart away. 5 My sin and nakedness I studied to disguise, Spoke to my soul a flattering peace, And put out my own eyes : In fig-leaves I appear'd, Nor with my form would part ; But still retained a conscience sear'd, A hard, deceitful heart. 6 A goodly, formal saint I long appear'd in sight : By self and Satan taught to paint My tomb, my nature, white. 94 Describing Formal Religion. The Pharisee within Still undisturbed remain'd ; The strong man, arm'd with guilt of sin, Safe in his palace reign'd. 7 But O ! the jealous God In my behalf came down ; Jesus himself the stronger show'd, And claim' d me for his own. My spirit he alarm' d, And brought into distress ; He shook and bound the strong man arm'd In his self-righteousness. 8 Faded my virtuous show, My form without the power ; The sin -convincing Spirit blew, And blasted every flower : My mouth was stopp'd, and shame Cover' d my guilty face : I fell on the atoning Lamb, And I was sav'd by grace. HYMN 94. [c. m.] 1 HT^HE men who slight thy faithful word, A In their own lies confide, These are the temple of the Lord, And heathens all beside. 2 The temple of the Lord are these, The only church and true, Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease, And Jesus never knew. 3 O would' st thou, Lord, reveal their sins, And turn their joy to grief; The world, the Christian world, convince Of damning unbelief! 4 The formalists confound, convert, And to thy people join ; And break, and fill the broken heart With confidence divine ! 95 SECTION II. Describing Inward Religion. HYMN 95. [l. m.] 1 A UTHOR of faith, eternal Word, -^jl Whose Spirit breathes the active flame ; Faith, like its Finisher and Lord, To-day, as yesterday the same : 2 To thee our humble hearts aspire, And ask the gift unspeakable : Increase in us the kindled fire, In us the work of faith fulfil. 3 By faith we know thee strong to save : (Save us, a present Saviour thou !) Whate'er we hope, by faith we have, Future and past subsisting now. 4 To him that in thy name believes, Eternal life with thee is given ; Into himself he all receives, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 5 The things unknown to feeble sense, Unseen by reason's glimmering ray, With strong, commanding evidence, Their heavenly origin display. 6 Faith lends its realizing light, The clouds disperse, the shadows fly ; The' Invisible appears in sight, And God is seen by mortal eye. HYMN 96. [s. m.] 1 TTOW can a sinner know A A His sins on earth forgiven ? How can my gracious Saviour show My name inscrib'd in heaven ? What we have felt and seen, ' With confidence we tell ; And publish to the sons of men The signs infallible. 96 Describing Inward Religion. 2 We who in Christ believe That he for us hath died, We all his unknown peace receive, And feel his blood applied ; Exults our rising soul, Disburden'd of her load, And swells unutterably full Of glory, and of God. 3 His love surpassing far The love of all beneath, We find within our hearts, and dare The pointless darts of death. Stronger than death and hell, The mystic power we prove ; And, conquerors of the world, we dwell In heaven, who dwell in Love. 4 We by his Spirit prove And know the things of God, The things which freely of his love He hath on us bestow'd : His Spirit to us he gave, And dwells in us, we know : The witness in ourselves we have, And all its fruits we show. 5 The meek and lowly heart That in our Saviour was, To us his Spirit doth impart, And signs us with his cross : Our nature's turn'd, our mind Transform' d in all its powers ; And both the Witnesses are join'd, The Spirit of God with ours. 6 Whate'er our pardoning Lord Commands, we gladly do ; And, guided by his sacred Word, We all his steps pursue : Describing Formal Religion. 97 His glory our design, We live our God to please ; And rise, with filial fear divine, To perfect holiness. * HYMN 97. [4 lines 8's, Sf 2-6'*.] 1 HPHOU great mysterious God unknown, A Whose love hath gently led me on, Even from my infant days ; Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me, if I ever knew Thy justifying grace ! 2 If I have only known thy fear, And follow'd, with a heart sincere, Thy drawings from above ; Now, now, the further grace bestow, And let my sprinkled conscience know Thy sweet forgiving love ! 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the gospel-hope, The sense of sin forgiven ; I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, Without the inward witness live, That antepast of heaven. 4 If now the witness were in me, Would he not testify of thee In Jesus reconcil'd ? And should I not with faith draw nigh, And boldly Abba, Father, cry, And know myself thy child ? 5 Whatever obstructs thy pardoning love, — Or sin, or righteousness, — remove, Thy glory to display; Mine heart of unbelief convince, And now absolve me from my sins, And take them all away! G 98 Praying for Repentance* 6 Father, in me reveal thy Son, And to my inmost soul make known How merciful thou art : The secret of thy love reveal, And by thine hallowing Spirit dwell For ever in my heart ! HYMN 98. [8 lines, 7's, 6fs, §■ 1-8.] 1 T TPRIGHT, both in heart and will, ^ We by our God were made ; But we turn'd from good to ill, And o'er the creature stray' d ; Multiplied our wandering thought, Which first was fix'd on God alone : In ten thousand objects sought The bliss we lost in one. 2 From our own inventions vain Of fancied happiness, Draw us to thyself again, And bid our wanderings cease ; Jesus, speak our souls restor'd, By Love's divine simplicity; Re -united to our Lord, And wholly lost in thee ! PART III. SECTION I. Praying for Repentance. HYMN 99. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 T^ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds ■*- Whate'er thy every creature needs ; Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry ; To thee I look : my heart prepare ; Suggest, and hearken to my prayer ! Praying for Repentance. 99 2 Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee, Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say ; Thou see'st my wants, for help they call, And, ere I speak, thou know'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind ; Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse from good, and prone to ill ; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check' d by fear, nor charm' d by love ! 4 Fain would I know, as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see ; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan ; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loathe myself and sin ! 5 Ah ! give me, Lord, myself to feel ; My total misery reveal : Ah ! give me, Lord, ( I still would say,) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray: My business this, my only care, My life, my every breath, be prayer ! HYMN 100. [d. l. m.] 1 TESUS, my Advocate above, J My Friend before the Throne of Love ; If now for me prevails thy prayer, If now I find thee pleading there ; If thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray; Hear, and my weak petitions join, Almighty Advocate, to thine ! 2 Fain would I know my utmost ill, And groan my nature's weight to feel ; G2 100 Praying for Repentance To feel the clouds that round me roll. The night that hangs upon my soul, The darkness of my carnal mind, My will perverse, my passions blind, Scatter' d o'er all the earth abroad, Immeasurably far from God ! 3 Jesu, my heart's desire obtain ; My earnest suit present, and gain ; My fulness of corruption show, The knowledge of myself bestow ; A deeper displacence at sin, A sharper sense of hell within ; A stronger struggling to get free, A keener appetite for thee ! 4 O sovereign Love, to thee I cry; Give me thyself, or else I die ; Save me from death ; from hell set free \ Death, hell, are but the want of thee. Quicken' d by thy imparted flame, Sav'd, when possess'd of thee, I am ; My life, my only heaven thou art ; 0 might I feel thee in my heart ! HYMN 101. [6 lines Ts.~] 1 C AVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, ^ See me from thy lofty throne ; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften this obdurate stone ! Stone to flesh, O God, convert ; Cast a look, and break my heart ! 2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove, All my inmost sins reveal ; Sins against thy light and love Let me see, and let me feel ; Sins that crucified my God, Spilt again thy precious blood! Praying for Repentance. 101 3 Jesu, seek thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return ; Bid me look on thee, and weep, Bitterly as Peter mourn, Till I say, by grace restor'd, " Now, thou know'st I love thee, Lord!" 4 Might I in thy sight appear, As the Publican distrest ; Stand, not daring to draw near ; Smite on my unworthy breast ; Groan the sinner's only plea, " God be merciful to me !" 5 O remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale ; Show me the atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail ; Give my gasping soul to see Jesus crucified for me ! 1 HYMN 102. [s. m.] OTHAT I could repent, With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eyes present A humble, contrite heart : A heart with grief opprest, For having griev'd my God, A troubled heart that cannot rest, Till sprinkled with thy blood ! Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire ; With true sincerity of woe My aching breast inspire : With softening pity look, And melt my hardness down ; Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone f 102 Praying for Repentance, HYMN 103. [s. m.] 1 r\ THAT I could revere v>/ My much-offended God ! O that I could but stand in fear Of thy afflicting rod ! If mercy cannot draw, Thou by thy threatenings move ; And keep an abject soul in awe, That will not yield to love ! 2 Show me the naked sword, Impending o'er my head : O let me tremble at thy word, And to my ways take heed ; With sacred horror fly From every sinful snare ; Nor ever, in my Judge's eye, My Judge's anger dare ! 3 Thou great tremendous God, The conscious awe impart ; The grace be now on me bestow'd, The tender fleshly heart : For Jesu's sake alone, The stony heart remove ; And melt, at last, O melt me down, Into the mould of Love ! HYMN 104. [c. m.] 1 f^\ FOR that tenderness of heart, ^J Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembles at thy word ! O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow ; That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long-suspended blow ! 2 Saviour, to mc in pity give The sensible distress ; Praying for Repentance. 103 The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive, And bid me die in peace : Wilt from the dreadful day remove, Before the evil come ; My spirit hide with saints above, My body in the tomb ! HYMN 105. O m.] 1 r\ THAT I could repent ! ^ sha11 1 draw near> * * And bow myself before thy face ? How in thy purer eyes appear ? What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High ? Will multiplied oblations please ? Thousands of rams his favour buy, Or slaughter' d hecatombs appease? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God ? Can these wash out my guilty stain?- Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas ! they all must How in vain. Convinced of Sin . 1 *2*> 4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thy word hath show'd ; Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone : Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 What have I then wherein to trust ? I nothing have, I nothing am ; Excluded is my every boast, My glory swallow' d up in shame. 7 Guilty I stand before thy face ; On me I feel thy wrath abide ; 'Tis just the sentence should take place ; 'Tis just ; — but, O, thy Son hath died ! 8 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled ; He bore our sins upon the tree ; Beneath our curse he bow'd his head ; 'Tis finish' d ! he hath died for me ! 9 See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all -prevailing prayer ! Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there ! 10 He ever lives for me to pray ; He prays that I with him may reign ; Amen to what my Lord doth say ! Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. HYMN 128. [c. m.] 1 \\TITH glorious clouds encompass'd round. * * Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me ? 126 For Mourners 2 Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart ? Answer, thou Man of Grief and Love ! And speak it to my heart ! 3 In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design : What meant the suffering Son of Man, The streaming blood divine ? x 4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That I may now perceive thee near, And my Redeemer know ? 5 Come, then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace ; The wounds which all my sorrows heal, That dear disfigur'd face ! 6 Before my eyes of faith confest, Stand forth a slaughter' d Lamb ; And wrap me in thy crimson vest, And tell me all thy name ! 7 Jehovah in thy person show, Jehovah crucified ! And then the pardoning God I know, And feel the blood applied. 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see ; And gaze, transported at the sight, To all eternity HYMN 129. [l. m.] 1 A DAM, descended from above ! -**- Federal Head of all mankind ! The covenant of redeeming love, In thee let every sinner find ! Convinced of Sin. 1 27 2 Its Surety, thou alone hast paid The debt we to thy Father ow'd ; For the whole world atonement made, And seal'd the pardon with thy blood. 3 Thee, the Paternal Grace Divine A universal blessing gave ; A Light in every heart to shine, A Saviour every soul to save. 4 Light of the Gentile world, appear, Command the blind thy rays to see ; Our darkness chase, our sorrows cheer, And set the plaintive prisoner free ! 5 Me, me, who still in darkness sit, Shut up in sin and unbelief, Bring forth out of this hellish pit, This dungeon of despairing grief ! 6 Open mine eyes the Lamb to know, Who bears the general sin away ; And to my ransom' d spirit show The glories of eternal day ! HYMN 130. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 'THHOU God unsearchable, unknown, A Who still conceal' st thyself from me ; Hear an apostate spirit groan, Broke off, and banish' d far from thee ; But, conscious of my fall, I mourn, And fain I would to thee return. 2 Send forth one ray of heavenly light, Of gospel hope, of humble fear, To guide me through the gulf of night, My poor desponding soul to cheer, Till thou my unbelief remove, And show me all thy glorious love. 128 For Mounters 3 A hidden God indeed thou art : Thy absence I this moment feel : Yet must I own it from my heart, Congeal' d, thou art a Saviour still ; And though thy face I cannot see, I know thine eye is flx'd on me. 4 My Saviour thou, not yet reveal'd, Yet will I thee my Saviour call ; Adore thy hand, from sin withheld ; Thy hand shall save me from my fall : Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine, And show thyself for ever mine ! HYMN 131. [>. m.] 1 ORD, I despair myself to heal : -*— ' I see my sin, but cannot feel ; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the' obedient waters flow. 2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give ; Thy gifts I only can receive ; Here, then, to thee I all resign ; To draw, redeem, and seal, — is thine. 3 With simple faith on thee I call, My Light, my Life, my Lord, my all : I wait the moving of the pool ; I wait the word that speaks me whole. 4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure : Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart ! HYMN 132. [l. m.] 1 TESUS, the Sinner's Friend, to thee, *J Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin ; Open thine arms, and take me in ! Convinced of Sin. 1 29 2 Pity, and heal my sin-sick soul ; 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole : Fallen, till in me thine image shine, And curs'd I am, till thou art mine. 3 Awake, the Woman's conquering Seed, Awake, and bruise the serpent's head ! Tread down thy foes, with power control The beast and devil in my soul ! 4 The mansion for thyself prepare ; Dispose my heart by entering there ! 'Tis this alone can make me clean ; 'Tis this alone can cast out sin. 5 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for thee : Here then to thee I all resign ; Thine is the work, and only thine. 6 What shall I say thy grace to move ? Lord, I am sin, — but thou art love ; I give up every plea beside, " Lord, I am damn'd, but thou hast died." HYMN 133. [>. m.] 1 TESUS, whose glory's streaming rays, ** Though duteous to thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face, But veil'd before thy presence stand ! 2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, wreigh'd down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne, Or view thy unapproach^d light ? 3 Restore my sight : let thy free grace An entrance to the holiest give ! I 130 For Mourners Open mine eyes of faith: — thy face So shall I see ; yet seeing live. 4 Thy golden sceptre from above Reach forth ; lo ! my whole heart I bow ; Say to my soul, " Thou art my love ; My chosen 'midst ten thousand, thou." 5 O Jesus, full of grace ! the sighs Of a sick heart with pity view ! Hark ! how my silence speaks, and cries, " Mercy, thou God of mercy, show!" 6 I know thou canst not but be good ! How should' st thou, Lord, thy grace restrain? Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely novv'd, To save me from all guilt and pain. HYMN 134. [6 lines 8V] 1 TESUS, if still the same thou art, *J If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor : To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven ! 2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourners blest ; And, lo ! for thee I ever mourn : I cannot, — no, I will not rest, Till thou, my only Rest, return ; Till thou, the Prince of Peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter. 3 Where is the blessedness, bestow'd On all that hunger after thee ? I hunger now, I thirst for God ; See the poor fainting sinner, see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with tliy righteousness ! Convin ced of Sin . 131 4 Ah, Lord, if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray; Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry; Mark what my labouring soul would say; Answer the deep, unutter'd groan, And show that thou and I are one ! 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom ! Light in thy light I then shall see ; Say to my soul, " Thy light is come ; " Glory divine is risen on thee : " Thy warfare's past ; thy mourning's o'er : " Look up, for thou shalt weep no more." 6 Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay : Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thine hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine. HYMN 135. [c. m.] Part I. 1 TESU, if still thou art to-day *J As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy Name. 2 If still thou goest about to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders show'd. 3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat ; With pitying eyes behold me fall ♦ A leper at thy feet. 4 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin ; I 2 132 For Mourners But, if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 5 Thou see'st me deaf to thy command; Open, O Lord, my ear : Bid me stretch out my wither'd hand, And lift it up in prayer ! 6 Silent, (alas ! thou know'st how long,) My voice I cannot raise : But O ! when thou shalt loose my tongue. The dumb shall sing thy praise. 7 Lame at the pool I still am found ; Give, and my strength employ: Light as a hart I then shall bound ; The lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within : The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. 9 But thou, they say, art passing by : O let me find thee near ; . Jesu, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear ! 10 Behold me waiting in the way For thee, the heavenly Light ; Command me to be brought, and s*ay, " Sinner, receive thy sight !" HYMN 136. [c. m.] Part II 1 \\ rHILE dead in trespasses I lie, * ▼ Thy quickening Spirit give ; Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice, and live ! 2 While, full of anguish and disease, My weak distemper'd soul Convinced of Sin. 133 Thy love compassionately sees, 0 let it make me whole ! 3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesu's Name submit : Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal, And place me at thy feet. 4 To Jesu's Name if all things now A trembling homage pay; O let my stubborn spirit bow, My stifF-neck'd will obey! 5 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am ; But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu's Name. 6 I know in thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man : Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain ! 7 If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need : If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 1 shall be free indeed. 8 I cannot rest, till in thy blood I full redemption have : But thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save. 9 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul : Lord, I believe, and not in vain ; My faith shall make me whole. 10 1 too, with thee, shall walk in white ; With all thy saints shall prove, What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love. 134 For Mourners 1 HYMN 137. [s. m.] WHEN shall thy love constrain, And force me to thy breast ? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest ? 2 Ah ! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro ? Thou hast the words of endless life : Ah ! whither should I go ? 3 Thy condescending grace To me did freely move ; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love. 4 Lord, at thy feet I fall; I groan to be set free ; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee. 5 To rescue me from woe, Thou didst with all things part ; Didst lead a suffering life below, To gain my worthless heart. 6 My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed death. 7 And can I yet delay My little all to give ? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive ? 8 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; 1 can hold out no more : I sink, by dyirtg love compell'd, And own thee conqueror. Convinced of Sin. 135 9 Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign ; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine ! 10 Come, and possess me whole ; Nor hence again remove : Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. 11 My one desire be this, Thy only love to know ; To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below. 12 My Life, my Portion thou, Thou all-sufficient art ; My Hope, my heavenly Treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart ! HYMN 138. [c. m.] Part I. 1 f~\ THAT thou would' st the heavens rent, ^^ In majesty come down ; Stretch out thine arm omnipotent, And seize me for thine own ! 2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn The stubble of thy foe ; My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn, And make the mountains flow ! 3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide, And curb my headstrong will ; Thou only canst drive back the tide, And bid the sun stand still. 4 What though I cannot break my chain, Or e'er throw off my load? The things impossible to men, Are possible to God, 136 For Mourners 5 Is there a thing too hard for thee, Almighty Lord of all ; Whose threatening looks dry up the sea, And make the mountains fall ? 6 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, And match Omnipotence ? Ungrasp the hold of thy right hand, Or pluck the sinner thence ? 7 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail ; Nearer to save thou art : Stronger than all the powers of hell, And greater than my heart. 8 Lo ! to the hills I lift mine eye ; Thy promised aid I claim : Father of Mercies, glorify Thy favourite Jesu's Name. 9 Salvation in that name is found, Balm of my grief and care ; A medicine for my every wound, All, all I want is there. HYMN 139. [c. m.] Part II 1 FESU ! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, J The weary sinner's friend ; Come to my help, pronounce the word, And bid my troubles end ! 2 Deliverance to my soul proclaim, And life, and liberty: Shed forth the virtue of thy Name, And Jesus prove to me ! 3 Faith to be heal'd thou know'st I have ; For thou that faith hast given : Thou canst, thou wilt the sinner save, And make me meet for heaven. Convinced of Sin, 137 4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine ; Thou wilt victorious prove ; For everlasting strength is thine, And everlasting love. 5 Thy powerful Spirit shall subdue Unconquerable sin ; Cleanse this foul heart, and make it new, And write thy law within. 6 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call, My soul in confidence shall rise, Shall rise and break through all. 7 Speak, and the deaf shall hear thy voice ; The blind his sight receive ; The dumb in songs of praise rejoice ; The heart of stone believe. 8 The Ethiop then shall change his skin ; The dead shall feel thy power ; The loathsome leper shall be clean, And I shall sin no more. HYMN 140. [6 lines 8VJ WRESTLING JACOB. Part I. 1 /^OME, O thou Traveller unknown, ^-^ Whom still I hold, but cannot see ! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee : With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2 I need not tell thee who I am ; My misery and sin declare ; Thyself hast call'd me by my name, Look on thy hands, and read it there : But who, I ask thee, who art Thou ? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 138 For Mourners 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold ! Art thou the Man that died for nie ? The secret of thy love unfold : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy Name, thy Nature know. 4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell : To know it now, resolv'd I am : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy Name, thy Nature know. 5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long ? I rise superior to my pain : When I am weak, then I am strong ! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail. HYMN 141. [6 lines 8'*.] Part II 1 ^TIELD to me now, for I am weak ; A But confident in self-despair : Speak to my heart, in blessings speak : Be conquer' d by my instant prayer : Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy Name is Love. 2 'Tis Love ! 'tis Love ! thou diedst for me : I hear thy whisper in my heart ! The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love thou art : To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 13 My prayer hath power with God : the grace Unspeakable 1 now receive ; Convinced of Sin. 139 Through faith I see thee face to face : I see thee face to face, and live ! In vain I have not wept and strove ; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend : Nor wilt thou with the night depart, But stay and love me to the end ; Thy mercies never shall remove ; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 5 The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath rose, with healing in his wings : Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee My soul its life and succour brings ; My help is all laid up above ; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 6 Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end ; All helplessness, all weakness, I On thee alone for strength depend ; Nor have I power from thee to move ; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 7 Lame as I am, I take the prey ; Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome ; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And, as a bounding hart, fly home ; Through all eternity to prove Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. HYMN 142. [8 lines, all ?V| 1 T^ROOPING soul, shake off thy fears ; U Fearful soul, be strong, be bold ; Tarry till the Lord appears, Never, never, quit thy hold ! Murmur not at his delay, Dare not set thy God a time : 140 For Mourners Calmly for his coming stay, Leave it, leave it all to him. 2 Fainting soul, be bold, be strong ; Wait the leisure of thy Lord : Though it seem to tarry long, True and faithful is his word ! On his word my soul I cast ; (He cannot himself deny ;) Surely it shall speak at last ; It shall speak, and shall not lie. 3 Every one that seeks shall find ; Every one that asks shall have ; Christ, the Saviour of mankind, Willing, able, all to save ; I shall his salvation see ; I in faith on Jesus call ; I from sin shall be set free, Perfectly set free from all. 4 Lord, my time is in thine hand ; Weak and helpless as I am, Surely thou canst make me stand ; I believe in Jesu's Name : Saviour in temptation thou, Thou hast sav'd me heretofore ; Thou from sin dost save me now ; Thou shalt save me evermore. * HYMN 143. [8 lines, ally's.'] 1 TESU, Lover of my soul, J Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide mc, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at la^t ! Convinced of Sin . 141 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me : All my trust on thee is stay'd ; All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing ! 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! Just and holy is thy Name ; I am all unrighteousness : False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within : Thou of life the fountain art ; Freely let me take of thee ; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity ! HYMN 144. [6 lines, 4-8's §• 2-6Y] 1 HPHEE, Jesu, thee, the Sinner's Friend,. A I follow on to apprehend, Renew the glorious strife ; Divinely confident and bold, With faith's strong arm on thee lay hold, Thee, my eternal life. 2 Thy heart, I know, thy tender heart Doth in my sorrows feel its part, And at my tears relent ! 142 For Mourners My powerful sighs thou canst not bear, Nor stand the violence of my prayer, My prayer omnipotent. 3 Give me the grace, the love I claim : Thy Spirit now demands thy Name ! Thou know'st the Spirit's will : He helps my soul's infirmity, And strongly intercedes for me With groans unspeakable. 4 Answer, O Lord, thy Spirit's groan ! O make to me thy Nature known, Thy hidden Name impart ! (Thy Name and Nature is the same :) Tell me thy Nature, and thy Name, And write it on my heart! 5 Prisoner of hope, to thee I turn, And, calmly confident, I mourn, And pray, and weep for thee : Tell me thy love, thy secret tell ; Thy mystic name in me reveal, Reveal thyself in me ! 6 Descend, pass by me, and proclaim, O Lord of Hosts, thy glorious Name !— The Lord, the gracious Lord, Long-suffering, merciful, and kind, The God who always bears in mind His everlasting word. 7 Plenteous he is in truth and grace ; He wills that all the fallen race Should turn, repent, and live ; His pardoning grace for all is free ; Transgression, sin, iniquity, He freely doth forgive. Convinced of Sin . 1 43 8 Mercy he cloth for thousands keep : He goes and seeks the one lost sheep, And brings his wanderer home : And every soul that sheep might be : Come then, my Lord, and gather me, My Jesus, quickly come ! 9 Take me into thy people's rest ; O come, and with my sole request, My one desire, comply : Make me partaker of my hope ; Then bid me get me quickly up, And on thy bosom die ! HYMN 145. [6 lines, 4-8^ 8f 2-6'*.] 1 r\ JESUS, let me bless thy Name ! ^^ All sin, alas ! thou know'st I am, But thou all pity art : Turn into flesh my heart of stone ; Such power belongs to thee alone ; Turn into flesh my heart ! 2 A poor, unloving wretch, to thee For help against myself I flee ! Thou only canst remove The hindrances out of the way, And soften my unyielding clay, And mould it into love. 3 O let thy Spirit shed abroad The love, the perfect love of God, In this cold heart of mine ! O might he now descend, and rest, And dwell for ever in my breast, And make it all divine ! 4 What shall I do my suit to gain ? O Lamb of God, for sinners slain, I plead what thou hast done ! 144 For Mourners Didst thou not die the death for me ? Jesus, remember Calvary, And break my heart of stone ! 5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood, My Friend and Advocate with God, My Ransom and my Peace ; Surety, who all my debt hast paid, For all my sins atonement made, The Lord my Righteousness. HYMN 146. [6 lines, 4-8's £ 2-6'*.] 1 OTILL, Lord, I languish for thy grace : ^5 Reveal the beauties of thy face, The middle wall remove : Appear, and banish my complaint ; Come, and supply my only want, Fill all my soul with love ! 2 O ! conquer this rebellious will : Willing thou art, and ready still, Thy help is always nigh : The stony from my heart remove, And give me, Lord, O give me love, Or at thy feet I die. 3 To thee I lift my mournful eye : Why am I thus ? — O, tell me why I cannot love my God ? The hindrance must be all in me ; It cannot in my Saviour be ; Witness that streaming blood ! 4 It cost thy blood my heart to win, To buy me from the power of sin, And make me love again : Come, then, my Lord, thy right assert, Take to thyself my ransom'd heart ; Nor bleed, nor die in vain. ( o n w htced of Sin. 1 45 HYMN 147. [4 lines 8's, §■ 2-6'*.] 1 f\ Love Divine, how sweet thou art! ^^ When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee ? 1 thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming Love, The love of Christ to me ! 2 Stronger his love than death or hell ; Its riches are unsearchable : The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see ; They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height. 3 God only knows the love of God : O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart ! For love I sigh, for love I pine : This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part ! 1 O that I could for ever sit With Mary at the Master's feet ! Be this my happy choice : My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice ! HYMN 148. [6 lines 8V| 1 T^ATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just, *- My Friend and Advocate with thee, Pity a soul that fain would trust In him who liv'd and died for me : But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son. K 146 For Mourners 2 If, drawn by thine alluring grace, My want of living faith I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face ; What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal. Thy co-eternal Son, display, And call my darkness into day. 3 The gift unspeakable impart ; Command the light of faith to shine ; To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine : Now bid the new creation be ; O God, let there be faith in me ! * HYMN 149. [l. m.] 1 rT^HUS saith the Lord, — 'tis God commands A Workers with God, the charge obey, Remove whate'er his work withstands, Prepare, prepare his people's way. Lift up, for all mankind to see, The standard of their dying God, And point them to the shameful tree, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood. 2 The Lord hath glorified his grace ; Throughout the earth proclaim his Son : Say ye to all the sinful race, He died for all your sins to' atone. Sion, thy suffering God behold, Thy Saviour and Salvation too ; He comes, he comes, so long foretold, Cloth'd in a vest of bloody hue. 3 Himself prepares his people's hearts. Breaks and binds up, and wounds and heals A mystic death and life imparts, Empties the full, the emptied fills : He fills whom first he hath prepar'd ; With him the perfect grace is given ; Convin ced of Shi . 147 Himself is here their great reward, Their future and their present heaven. HYMN 150. [c. m.] 1 HHHOU hidden God, for whom I groan, A Till thou thyself declare, God inaccessible, unknown ; Regard a sinner's prayer ! A sinner weltering in his blood, Unpurg'd and unforgiven ; Far distant from the living God, As far as hell from heaven. 2 An unregenerate child of man, To thee for faith I call ; Pity thy fallen creature's pain, And raise me from my fall ! The darkness, which through thee I feel, Thou only canst remove ; Thy own eternal power reveal, Thy Deity of love ! 3 Thou hast in unbelief shut up, That grace may let me go ; In hope believing against hope, I wait the truth to know. Thou wilt in me reveal thy name, Thou wilt thy light afford : Bound and oppress' d, yet thine I am, The prisoner of the Lord. 1 I would not to thy foe submit ; I hate the tyrant's chain ; Send forth the prisoner from the pit, Nor let me cry in vain ! Show me the blood that bought my peace. The covenant blood apply, And all my griefs at once shall cease, And all mv sins shall die. K 2 148 For Mourners 5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend ; The mountain sin remove ; My unbelief and troubles end, If thou art Truth and Love : Speak, Jesu, speak into my heart What thou for me hast done ; One grain of living faith impart, And God is all my own ! HYMN 151. [2 lines 6's, $ 4-f V] 1 ^WTofthedeepIcry, ^-^ Just at the point to die : Hastening to infernal pain, Jesus, Lord, I cry to thee ; Help a feeble child of man ; Show forth all thy power in me ! 2 On thee I ever call, Saviour and Friend of all ; Well thou know'st my desperate case ; Thou my curse and sin remove ; Save me by thy richest grace, Save me by thy pardoning love ! 3 How shall a sinner find The Saviour of mankind ? Canst thou not accept my prayer ? Not bestow the grace I claim ? Where are thy old mercies ? Where All the powers of Jesu's Name? 4 What shall I say to move The bowels of thy love ? Are they not already stirr'd ? Have I in thy death no part ? Ask thy own compassions, Lord ! Ask the yearnings of thy heart ! 5 I will not let thee go, Till I thy mercy know : Convinced of Sin . 1 49 Let me hear the welcome sound ! Speak, if still thou canst forgive ; Speak, and let the lost be found ; Speak, and let the dying live! 6 Thy love is all my plea ; Thy passion speaks for me : By thy pangs and bloody sweat, By thy depth of grief unknown, Save me, gasping at thy feet ; Save, O save, thy ransom'd one ! 7 What hast thou done for me ! O, think on Calvary ! By thy mortal groans and sighs, By thy precious death, I pray, Hear my dying spirit's cries, Take, O take my sins away ! HYMN 152. [s. m.] 1 AH! whither should I go, ^-*- Burden' d, and sick, and faint ; To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint ! My Saviour bids me come ; Ah ! why do I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay ! 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part ? Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart ? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within ; Some idol, which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin. 3 Jesus, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see : 150 For Mourners Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee : Searcher of Hearts, in mine Thy trying power display ; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away ! 4 I now believe, in thee Compassion reigns alone ; According to my faith, to me 0 let it, Lord, be done ! In me is all the bar, Which thou would' st fain remove ; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only Love. HYMN 153. [s. m.] 1 T O ! in thy hand I lay, -L* And wait thy will to prove ; My Potter, stamp on me, thy clay, Thy only stamp of love ! Be this my whole desire ; 1 know that it is thine ; Then kindle in my soul a fire, Which shall for ever shine. 2 Thy gracious readiness To save mankind assert ; Thy image, love — thy name impress, Thy nature on my heart. Bowels of mercy, hear ! Into my soul come down ! Let it throughout my life appear. That I have Christ put on. 3 O plant in me thy mind ; O fix in me thy home ; So shall I cry to all mankind, Come, to the waters come ! Convinced of Sin . 151 Jesus is full of grace : To all his bowels move : Behold in me, ye fallen race, That God is only Love. HYMN 154. [6 lines 8V] 1 T^AIN would I leave the world below, A- Of pain and sin the dark abode ; Where shadowy joy, or solid woe, Allures, or tears me from my God ! Doubtful and insecure of bliss, Since faith alone confirms me his. 2 Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh, And gasp, and languish after home ! Upward I send my streaming eye, Expecting, till the Bridegroom come : Come quickly, Lord ! thy own receive ; Now let me see thy face, and live. 3 Absent from thee, my exil'd soul Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans : Around me clouds of darkness roll, And labouring silence speaks my moans : Come quickly, Lord ! thy face display, And look my darkness into day. 4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er, If thou reverse the creature's doom ; Sad Rachel weeps her loss no more, If thou, the God, the Saviour come ; Of thee possess'd, in thee we prove The light, the life, the heaven of love. HYMN 155. [l. m.] 1 f~^ OD of my life, what just return ^* Can sinful dust and ashes give ! I only live my sin to mourn ; To love my God I only live. 152 For Mourners 2 To thee, benign and saving Power, I consecrate my lengthen'd days ; While, mark'd with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co -extended praise. 3 Be all my added life employ 'd Thine image in my soul to see : Fill with thyself the mighty void : Enlarge my heart to compass thee ! 4 O give me, Saviour, give me more : Thy mercies to my soul reveal ! Alas ! I see their endless store ; But, O ! I cannot, cannot feel. 5 The blessing of thy love bestow : For this my cries shall never fail ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, I will not, till my suit prevail. 6 I'll weary thee with my complaint ; Here at thy feet for ever lie, With longing, sick ; with groaning, faint : O give me love, or else I die ! 7 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home : Be mindful of thy gracious word ; Thou, with thy promis'd Father, come. 8 Prepare, and then possess, my heart ; O take me, seize me from above ! Thee may I love ; for God thou art : Thee may I feel ; for God is Love ! Convinced of Sin. A DO HYMN 156. [6 lines 7>.] 1 /^V DISCLOSE thy lovely face ; ^-^ Quicken all my drooping powers : Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers : Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away ! 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by thee : Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see ; Till thou inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ; Fill me, Radiancy Divine ; Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day ! HYMN 157. [l. m.] MY sufferings all to thee are known, Tempted in every point like me ; Regard my grief, regard thy own ; Jesus, remember Calvary ! 2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers, Thy agony, and sweat of blood, Thy strong and bitter cries and tears, Thy mortal groan, " My God ! my God !" 3 For whom didst thou the cross endure ? Who naiPd thy body to the tree ? Did not thy death my life procure ? O let thv bowels answer me ! 1 154 For Mourners 4 Art thou not touch'd with human woe ? Hath pity left the Son of Man ? Dost thou not all my sorrows know, And claim a share in all my pain ? 5 Have I not heard, have I not known, That thou, the everlasting Lord, Whom heaven and earth their Maker own, Art always faithful to thy word ? 6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, Or quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread, Thy all -victorious righteousness. 7 The day of small and feeble things I know thou never wilt despise ; I know, with healing in his wings, The Sun of Righteousness shall rise. 8 With labour faint, thou wilt not fail, Or, wearied, give the sinner o'er, Till in this earth thy judgments dwell, And, born of God, I sin no more. HYMN 158. [AUT*-~] 1 r\ MY God, what must I do ? ^^ Thou alone the way canst show ; Thou canst save me in this hour ; I have neither will nor power : God if over all thou art, Greater than my sinful heart, All thy power on me be shown, Take away the heart of stone. 2 Take away my darling sin, Make me willing to be clean : Convinced of Sin. 155 Make me willing to receive All thy goodness waits to give : Force me, Lord, with all to part ; Tear these idols from my heart ; Now thy love almighty show, Make even me a creature new. 3 Jesus, mighty to renew, Work in me to will and do ; Turn my nature's rapid tide, Stem the torrent of my pride ; Stop the whirlwind of my will ; Speak, and bid the sun stand still ; Now thy love almighty show, Make even me a creature new. 4 Arm of God, thy strength put on ; Bow the heavens, and come down ; All my unbelief overthrow ; Lay the' aspiring mountain low : Conquer thy worst foe in me, Get thyself the victory ; Save the vilest of the race ; Force me to be sav'd by grace. HYMN 159. [6 lines 8V] 1 T AY to thy hand, O God of Grace ! -L* O God, the work is worthy thee ; See at thy feet, of all the race The chief, the vilest sinner see ; And let me all thy mercy prove, Thine utmost miracle of love. 2 Speak, and a holy thing and clean Shall strangely be brought out of me ; My Ethiop-soul shall change her skin, Redeem' d from all iniquity ; 156 For Mourners 1, even I, shall then proclaim The wonders wrought by Jesu's Name. 3 Thee I shall then for ever praise, In spirit and in truth adore ; While all I am declares thy grace, And, born of God, I sin no more ; Thy pure and heavenly nature share, And fruit unto perfection bear. HYMN 160. [4 lines Ws Sf 12V] 1 f\ JESUS, my hope, For me offer'd up, ^^ Who with clamour pursued thee to Cal- vary's top ; The blood thou hast shed, For me let it plead, And declare thou hast died in thy murderer's stead ! 2 Come then from above, The stony remove, And vanquish my heart with the sense of thy love! Thy love on the tree Display unto me, And the servant of sin in a moment is free. 3 Neither passion nor pride Thy cross can abide, But melt in the fountain that streams from thy side : Let thy life-giving blood Remove all my load, And purge my foul conscience, and bring me to God! 4 Now, now let me know Its virtue below ! Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow; Let it hallow my heart, And throughly convert, And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art ! 5 Each moment applied, My weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide ; My advocate prove With the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love ! Convinced of Sin. 15 / HYMN 161. O m.] 1 OTAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, ^ Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight ! 2 Though 1 have steel' d my stubborn heart, And still shook oflf my guilty fears ; And vex'd, and urg'd thee to depart, For many long rebellious years : 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd ; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd : 4 Yet, O ! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High -Priest ; Nor in thy righteous anger swear To' exclude me from thy people's rest ! 5 This only woe I deprecate ; This only plague I pray remove ; Nor leave me in my lost estate ; Nor curse me with this want of love! 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Up -raise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land ! ■o * HYMN 162. [s. m.] MY offended God, If now at last I see That I have trampled on thy blood , And done despite to Thee ; If I begin to wake Out of my deadly sleep ; — Into thy arms of mercy take, And there for ever keep! 158 For Mourners 2 No other right have I Than what the world may claim : All, all may to their God draw nigh, Through faith in Jesu's name : Thou all the debt hast paid ; This is my only plea ; The covenant, God in Thee hath made With all mankind, and me. 3 Thou hast obtain' d the grace That all may turn and live ; And lo ! thy offer I embrace, Thy mercy I receive. Whene'er the wicked man Turns from his sin to Thee, His late repentance is not vain, He shall accepted be. 4 Thy death hath bought the power For every sinful soul, That all may know the gracious hour, And be by faith made whole : Thou hast for sinners died, That all might come to God ; The covenant Thou hast ratified, And seal'd it with thy blood. 5 He that believes in Thee, And doth till death endure, He shall be sav'd eternally ; The covenant is sure ; The mountains shall give place, Thy covenant cannot move, The covenant of thy general grace, Thy all -redeeming love. Convinced of Sin. 1 59 HYMN 163. [l. m.] 1 A ATHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be, ▼ ▼ That I shall find my all in thee ? The fulness of thy promise prove ; The seal of thine eternal Love ? 2 A poor, blind child, I wander here, If haply I may feel thee near ! 0 dark ! dark ! dark ! I still must say, Amid the blaze of Gospel-day ! 3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find, And cast the world and flesh behind ; Thou, only thou, to me be given, Of all thou hast in earth or heaven ! 4 Whom man forsakes, thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive ; Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 5 Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt ? Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, A helpless soul that comes to thee, With only sin and misery. 6 Lord, I am sick, — my sickness cure ! 1 want, — do thou enrich the poor ! Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up ! 7 Lord, I am blind, — be thou my sight ! Lord, I am weak, — be thou my might ! A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee ! 160 For Mourner a HYMN 164. [8 lines, 7\ 6's, $ 1-8.] The Woman of Canaan. Matt. xv. 22 — 28. 1 ORD, regard my earnest cry ; *-^ A potsherd of the earth, A poor guilty worm, am I, A Canaanite by birth : Save me from this tyranny ; From all the power of Satan save ; Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, have ! 2 To the sheep of Israel's fold Thou in thy flesh wast sent ; Yet the Gentiles now behold In thee their Covenant : See me then, with pity see, A sinner whom thou cam'st to save ! Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, have ! 3 Still I cannot part with thee ! I will not let thee go : Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, show ! Vilest of the sinful race, On thee, importunate, I call : Help me, Jesus, show thy grace ; Thy grace is free for all. 4 Nothing am I in thy sight ; Nothing have I to plead ; Unto dogs it is not right To cast the children's bread : Yet the dogs the crumbs may eat, That from the master's table fall : Let the fragments be my meat ; Thy grace is free for all. 5 Give me, Lord, the victory, My heart's desire fulfil : Convinced of Sin. I 6 I Let it now be done to me According to my will ! Give me living bread to eat, And say, in answer to my call, " Canaanite, thy faith is great! " My grace is free for all." 6* If thy grace for all is free, Thy call now let me hear ; Show this token upon me, And bring salvation near : Now the gracious word repeat, The word of healing to my soul : " Canaanite, thy faith is great ! " Thy faith hath made thee whole." HYMN 165. [8 lines 8V| 1 /^OME, holy, celestial Dove, ^-^ To visit a sorrowful breast, My burden of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest ! Thou only hast power to relieve A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load ; The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with the blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely withheld from my sin, And tried, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win, — The work of thy mercy revive ; , Thy uttermost mercy exert ; And kindly continue to strive, And hold, till I yield thee my heart ! 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free, And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee, — L 162 For Mourners Fulfil the imperfect desire ; Thy peace to my conscience reveal ; The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel ! 4 If when I had put thee to grief, And madly to folly return' d, Thy pity hath been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn' d, — Most pitiful Spirit of Grace, Relieve me again and restore ; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more ! 5 If now 1 lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above, — Come, heavenly Comforter, come True Witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine ! HYMN 166. [8 lines, f's, 6's, £ 1-8.] The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2—9. 1 TESUS, take my sins away, J And make me know thy name ! Thou art now as yesterday, And evermore the same : Thou my true Bethesda be ; I know within thine arms is room : All the world may unto thee, Their House of Mercy, come. 2 See me lying at the pool, And waiting for thy grace ; O come down into my soul, Disclose thy angel-face ! If to me thy bowels move, If now thou dost my sickness feel, Con vutced of Sin . 1 63 Let the Spirit of thy Love The helpless sinner heal ! 3 Persons thou dost not respect ; Whoe'er for mercy call, Thou in no wise wilt reject ; Thy mercy is for all : Thou would' st freely all- restore, Would all the gracious season find, Fill with goodness, love, and power, And with a healthful mind. 4 Mercy then there is for me, (Away my doubts and fears !) Plagu'd with an infirmity For many tedious years. Jesus, cast a pitying eye ! Thou long hast known my desperate case : Poor and helpless here I lie, And wait the healing grace. 5 Long hath thy good Spirit strove With my distemper'd soul ; But I still refus'd thy love, And would not be made whole : Hardly now at last I yield, I yield with all my sins to part ; Let my soul be fully heal'd, And throughly cleans'd my heart! 6 Pain, and sickness, at thy word, And sin, and sorrow flies : Speak to me, Almighty Lord, And bid my spirit rise ; Bid me bear the hallow'd cross, Which thou, my Lord, hast borne before ; Walk in all thy righteous laws, And go and sin no more ! L2 164 For Mourners, Sfc. HYMN 167. [6 lines, 7% &s, $ 1-8.] 1 AMB of God, for sinners slain, *—* To thee I feebly pray : Heal me of my grief and pain, O take my sins away ! From this bondage, Lord, release ; No longer let me be opprest : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out, Who humbly comes to thee ? No, my God, I cannot doubt, Thy mercy is for me : Let me then obtain the grace, And be of paradise possest : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 3 Worldly good I do not want, Be that to others given ; Only for thy love I pant, My all in earth and heaven ; This the crown I fain would seize, The good wherewith I would be blest Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 4 This delight I fain would prove, And then resign my breath ; Join the happy few whose love Was mightier than death ! Let it not my Lord displease, That I would die to be thy guest ! Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 165 SECTION III. For Persons convinced of Backsliding HYMN 168. [8 lines Ts.~] 1 H\EPTH of mercy, can there be A->^ Mercy still reserv'd for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? I have long withstood his grace, Long provok'd him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls ; Griev'd him by a thousand falls. 2 I have spilt his precious blood, Trampled on the Son of God ; Fill'd with pangs unspeakable ! I, who yet am not in hell ! Whence to me this waste of love ? Ask my Advocate above ; See the cause in Jesu's face, Now before the throne of grace. 3 Lo ! I cumber still the ground : Lo ! an advocate is found ! " Hasten not to cut him down ; " Let this barren soul alone :" Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood ! He disarms the wrath of God ! Now my Father's bowels move ; Justice lingers into love. 4 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare ; Cries, " How shall I give thee up ?" Lets the lifted thunder drop. There for me the Saviour stands ; Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands ! God is love, I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still ! 166 For Persons 5 Jesus, answer from above : Is not all thy nature love ? Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? Suffer me to kiss thy feet ? If I rightly read thy heart, If thou all compassion art, Bow thine ear, in mercy bow ! Pardon and accept me now ! 6 Pity from thine eye let fall ; By a look my soul recall ; Now the stone to flesh convert, Cast a look, and break my heart. Now incline me to repent ; Let me now my fall lament ; Now my foul revolt deplore ; Weep, believe, and sin no more. ! * HYMN 169. [c/m.] JESUS, the all-restoring Word, My fallen spirit's hope ! After thy lovely likeness, Lord, Ah, when shall I wake up ? 2 Thou, O my God, thou only art The Life, the Truth, the Way : Quicken my soul, instruct my heart, My sinking footsteps stay ! 3 Of all thou hast in earth below, In heaven above, to give, Give me thy only love to know, In thee to walk and live ! 4 Fill me with all the life of love ; In mystic union join Me to thyself, and let me prove The fellowship divine ! * Convinced of Backsliding. 1 67 5 Open the intercourse between My longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again To all eternity ! HYMN 170. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 r\ 'TIS enough, my God, my God ! v^/ Here let me give my wanderings o'er ; No longer trample on thy blood, And grieve thy gentleness no more ; No more thy lingering anger move, Or sin against thy light and love ! 2 Lord, if mercy is with thee, Now let it all on me be shown ; On me, the chief of sinners, me, Who humbly for thy mercy groan : Me to thy Father's grace restore ; Nor let me ever grieve thee more ! 3 Fountain of unexhausted love, Of infinite compassions, hear ! My Saviour and my Prince above, Once more in my behalf appear ; Repentance, faith, and pardon give ; O let me turn again and live ! HYMN 171. [6 lines 8V| 1 f~\ GOD, if thou art love indeed, ^ 1 70 For Persons Grant me power to watch and pray, Till thy lovely face appears, Till thy favour I retrieve, Till by faith again I live ! I HYMN 174. 18 lines ffs.'] HOW shall a lost sinner in pain Recover his forfeited peace ? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release ? Will mercy itself be so kind To spare such a rebel as me ? And, O ! can I possibly find Such plenteous redemption in thee ? O Jesus, of thee I inquire, If still thou art able to save, The brand to pluck out of the fire, And ransom my soul from the grave ? The help of thy Spirit restore, And show me the life-giving blood, And pardon a sinner once more, And bring me again unto God ! 0 Jesus ! in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a lost soul ; To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole ! The balm of thy mercy apply ; (Thou see'st the sore anguish I feel ;) Save, Lord, or I perish, I die ! O save, or I sink into hell ! 1 sink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to show ; Come quickly, and kindly display The power of thy passion below ! By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore ! Convinced of Backsliding. 171 Now, now, let it touch me, and make The sinner — a sinner no more ! HYMN 175. [8 lines, 7's £ 6Y] I /^ OD of my salvation, hear, V.X And help me to believe ! Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive. Full of sin, alas ! I am ; But to thy wounds for refuge flee : Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye ! Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy grace is always nigh : Now, as yesterday, the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away, For I, thou know'st, am poor : Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought, Bring I to gain thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought ; Thy proffer I embrace : Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thv blood was shed for me. 1 72 . For Persons 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart ; Here will I my spirit hide, When I am pure in heart. Till my place above I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. HYMN 176. [6 lines Vs.] 1 f^\ GOD, thy righteousness we own : ^^ Judgment is at thy house begun ! With humble awe thy rod we hear, And guilty in thy sight appear : We cannot in thy judgment stand, But sink beneath thy mighty hand. 2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay, And still for mercy, mercy, pray : Unworthy to behold thy face, Unfaithful stewards of thy grace, Our sin and wickedness we own, And deeply for acceptance groan. 3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv'd, But basely from thy statutes rov'd, And done thy loving Spirit despite, And sinn'd against the clearest light, Brought back thy agonizing pain, And nail'd thee to thy cross again. 4 Yet do not drive us from thy face, A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race ; But, O ! in tender mercy break The iron sinew in our neck ; The softening power of love imparl. And melt the marble of our heart. Convinced of Backsliding. 1 73 HYMN 177. [6 lines 8Y] 1 I ESUS, thou know'st my sinfulness, *J My faults are not conceal' d from thee ; A sinner in my last distress, To thy dear wounds I fain would flee, And never, never thence depart, Close sheltered in thy loving heart. 2 How shall I find the living way, Lost, and confus'd, and dark, and blind ? Ah, Lord, my soul is gone astray : Ah, Shepherd, seek my soul, and find, And in thy arms of mercy take, And bring the weary wanderer back. 3 Weary and sick of sin I am ; I hate it, Lord, and yet I love ! When wilt thou rid me of my shame ? When wilt thou all my load remove, Destroy the fiend that lurks within, And speak the word of power, " Be clean ? " 4 O Lord, if I at last discern That I am sin, and thou art love, If now o'er me thy howels yearn, Give me a token from above ; And conquer my rebellious will, And bid my murmuring heart be still ! 5 Sin only let me not commit, (Sin never can advance thy praise,) And, lo ! I lay me at thy feet, And wait unwearied all my days, Till my appointed time shall come, And thou shalt call thine exile home. 174 For Persons HYMN 178. [G lines &s.~] 1 V7"ES, from this instant now, I will A To my offended Father cry ; My base ingratitude I feel, Vilest of all thy children, I, Not worthy to be call'd thy son ; Yet will I thee my Father own. 2 Guide of my life hast thou not been, And rescu'd me from passion's power ? Ten thousand times preserved from sin, Nor let the greedy grave devour ? And wilt thou now thy wrath retain, Nor ever love thy child again ? 3 Ah ! canst thou lind it in thy heart To give me up, so long pursu'd ! Ah ! canst thou finally depart, And leave thy creature in his blood ! Leave me, — out of thy presence cast, To perish in my sins at last ? 4 If thou hast will'd me to return, If weeping at thy feet I fall, The prodigal thou wilt not spurn, But pity, and forgive me all, In answer to my Friend above, In honour of his bleeding love ! HYMN 179. [8 lines, 7's 8c 6VJ FATHER, if thou must reprove For all that I have done, Not in anger, but in love Chastise thine humbled son : Convinced of Backsliding. 175 Use the rod, and not the sword ; Correct with kind severity ; Bring me not to nothing, Lord ! But bring me home to thee. True and faithful as thou art, To all thy Church and me, Give a new, believing heart, That knows and cleaves to thee : Freely our backslidings heal ; And, by thy balmy blood restor'd, Grant that every soul may feel, " Thou art my pardoning Lord ! " Might we now with pure desire Thine only love request ! Now, with willing heart entire, Return to Christ our rest ! When we our whole hearts resign, O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee, Thou art ours, and we are thine, Through all eternity. HYMN 180. [l. m.] 1 O AVIOUR, I now with shame confess ^ My thirst for creature happiness ; By base desires I wrong'd thy love, And forc'd thy mercy to remove. 2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke ; But, when thou didst thy grace revoke, And when thou didst thy face conceal, Thy absence I refus'd to feel. 3 I knew not that the Lord was gone, In my own fro ward will went on, And liv'd to the desires of men, And thou hast all my wanderings seen. 176 For Persons, $*c. 4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace ! Thou, who hast seen my evil ways, Wilt freely my backslidings heal, And pardon on my conscience seal. 5 For this I at thy footstool wait, Till thou my peace again create ; Fruit of thy gracious lips, restore My peace, and bid me sin no more ! 6 Far off, yet at thy feet, I lie, Till thou again thy blood apply ; Till thou repeat my sins forgiven, As far from God as hell from heaven. 7 But, for thy truth and mercy's sake, My comfort thou wilt give me back ; And lead me on from grace to grace, In all the paths of righteousness : 8 Till, throughly sav'd, my new-born soul, And perfectly by faith made whole, Doth bright in thy full image rise, To share thy glory in the skies. HYMN 181. [l. m.] 1 HPHOU Man of griefs, remember me, A Who never canst thyself forget, The last mysterious agony, Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat : 2 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer, Thy spirit sunk beneath its load ! Thy feeble flesh abhorr'd to bear The wrath of an Almighty God ! 3 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire ; Remove this load of guilty woe, Nor let me in my sins expire ! Fbr Backsliders Recovered. 177 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll. 5 To thee my last distress I bring ; The heighten' d fear of death I find : The tyrant, brandishing his sting, Appears, and hell is close behind ! 6 I deprecate that death alone, That endless banishment from thee ! O save, and give me to thy Son, Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! SECTION IV For Backsliders Recovered. HYMN 182. [8 lines, 7's $ 6>.] 1 WILL hearken what the Lord A Will say concerning me ! Hast thou not a gracious word For one who waits on thee ? Speak it to my soul, that I May in thee have peace and power ; Never from my Saviour fly, And never grieve thee more. 2 How have I thy Spirit griev'd, Since first with me he strove ! Obstinately disbeliev'd, And trampled on thy love ! I have sinn'd against the light ; I have broke from thy embrace ; No, I would not, when I might, Be freely sav'd by grace. M 178 For Backsliders Recovered. 3 After all that I have done To drive thee from my heart, Still thou wilt not leave thine own, Thou wilt not yet depart ; Wilt not give the sinner o'er ; Ready art thou now to save ; Bidd'st me come, as heretofore, That I thy life may have. 4 O thou meek and gentle Lamb ! Fury is not in thee ; Thou continuest still the same, And still thy grace is free ; Still thine arms are open wide, Wretched sinners to receive : Thou hast once for sinners died, That all may turn and live. 5 Lo ! I take thee at thy word ; My foolishness I mourn ; Unto thee, my bleeding Lord, However late, I turn : Yes, I yield, I yield at last, Listen to thy speaking blood ; Me, with all my sins, I cast On my atoning God ! HYMN 183. [6 lines 7's.~\ 1 TESU, Shepherd of the sheep, *J Pity my unsettled soul ! Guide, and nourish me, and keep, Till thy love shall make me whole ; Give me perfect soundness, give, Make me steadfastly believe ! 2 I am never at one stay, Changing every hour I am ; But thou art as yesterday, Now and evermore the same : For Backsliders Recovered. 179 Constancy to me impart, 'Stablish with thy grace my heart ! 3 Lay thy weighty cross on me ; All my unbelief control ; Till the rebel cease to be, Keep him down within my soul : That I never more may move, Root and ground me fast in love. 4 Give me faith to hold me up, Walking over life's rough sea : Holy, purifying hope, Still my soul's sure anchor be : That I may be always thine, Perfect me in love divine. HYMN 184. [c. m.] 1 IV /fY God, my God, to thee I cry ; 1.VA Thee only would I know ; Thy purifying blood apply, And wash me white as snow ! 2 Touch me, and make the leper clean, Purge my iniquity : Unless thou wash my soul from sin, I have no part in thee. 3 But art thou not already mine ? Answer, if mine thou art ! Whisper within, thou Love Divine, And cheer my drooping heart ! 4 Tell me again my peace is made, And bid the sinner live : The debt's discharg'd, the ransom's paid, My Father must forgive. 5 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds, His wounds are open'd wide : For me the blood of sprinkling pleads, And speaks me justified. M 2 180 For Backsliders Recovered. 6 O why did I my Saviour leave, So soon unfaithful prove ! How could I thy good Spirit grieve, And sin against thy love ! 7 I forc'd thee first to disappear ; I turn'd thy face aside : Ah, Lord ! if thou hadst still been here, Thy servant had not died. 8 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er, And pardoning love takes place ! Assist me, Saviour, to adore The riches of thy grace ! 9 O could I lose myself in thee, Thy depth of mercy prove, Thou vast, unfathomable sea Of unexhausted love ! 10 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies : How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes ? 11 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall ; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be All in All HYMN 185. [8 lines 7Vj 1 A FTER all that I have done, -^*- Saviour, art thou pacified ? Whither shall my vileness run ? Hide me, earth, the sinner hide ! Let me sink into the dust, Full of holy shame, adore ! Jesus Christ, the Good, the Just, Bids me go, and sin no more ! For Backsliders Recovered. 181 O confirm the gracious word, Jesus, Son of God and Man ! Let me never grieve thee, Lord, Never turn to sin again : Till my all in all thou art, Till thou bring thy nature in, Keep this feeble, trembling heart ! Save me, save me, Lord, from sin ! HYMN 186. [6 lines 8V.] WEARY of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod ; For thee, not without hope, I mourn ; I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of Love. O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin ; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms, and take me in ; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still ! Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore ; O ! for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more, The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer ! The stone to flesh again convert ; The veil of sin again remove : Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by thy dying love ! This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new ! 182 For Backsliders Recovered. 5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now ; Fill my whole soul with filial fears : To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow ; Bend by thy grace, O bend or break, The iron sinew in my neck ! 6 Ah ! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at the' approach of sin A godly fear of sin impart ; Implant, and root it deep within ; That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare to' offend thee more. HYMN 187. [8 lines, 7% 6's, $ 1-8.] 1 OON of God, if thy free grace ^ Again hath rais'd me up, Call'd me still to seek thy face, And given me back my hope, Still thy timely help afford, And all thy lovingkindness show ; Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go ! 2 By me, O my Saviour, stand, In sore temptation's hour ; Save me with thine outstretch'd hand, And show forth all thy power ; O be mindful of thy word ; Thy all-sufficient grace bestow ; Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go ! 3 Give me, Lord, a holy fear, And fix it in my heart ; That I may from evil near With timely care depart : For Backsliders Recovered. 183 Sin be more than hell abhorr'd : Till thou destroy the tyrant foe, Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go ! Never let me leave thy breast, From thee, my Saviour, stray ; Thou art my Support and Rest, My true and living Way ; My exceeding great Reward, In heaven above, and earth below : Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go ! HYMN 188. [8 lines, 7's fy 6VJ 1 ORD, and is thine anger gone ? A-^ And art thou pacified ? After all that I have done, Dost thou no longer chide ? Infinite thy mercies are ; Beneath the weight I cannot move : O ! 'tis more than I can bear, The sense of pardoning love. 2 Let it still my heart constrain, And all my passions sway ; Keep me, lest I turn again Out of the narrow way : Force my violence to be still, And captivate my every thought ; Charm, and melt, and change my will, And bring me down to nought ! 3 If I have begun once more Thy sweet return to feel, 184 For Backsliders Recovered. If even now I find thy power Present my soul to heal, — Still and quiet may I lie, Nor struggle out of thine embrace ; Never more resist or fly From thy pursuing grace. 4 To the cross, thine altar, bind Me with the cords of love ; Freedom let me never find From thee, my Lord, to move : That I never, never more, May with my much-lov'd Master part, To the posts of mercy's door O nail my willing heart ! 5 See my utter helplessness, And leave me not alone ; O preserve in perfect peace, And seal me for thine own ! More and more thyself reveal, Thy presence let me always find : Comfort, and confirm, and heal My feeble, sin-sick mind ! 6 As the apple of an eye Thy weakest servant keep ; Help me at thy feet to lie, And there for ever weep : Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow, That I have any hope of heaven ; Much of love I ought to know, For I have much forgiven. 185 PART IV. FOR BELIEVERS. SECTION I. Rejoicing. HYMN 189. [6 lines $s.~] 1 1VTOW I have found the ground wherein ■^ Sure my soul's anchor may remain : The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain ; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. 2 Father, thine everlasting grace Our scanty thought surpasses far : Thy heart still melts with tenderness ; Thy arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste and live. 3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss ! My sins are swallow' d up in thee ; Cover' d is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesu's blood, through earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries ! 4 With faith I plunge me in this sea ; Here is my hope, my joy, my rest ; Hither, when hell assails, I flee ; I look into my Saviour's breast ; Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear ! Mercy is all that's written there. f> Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone, Though joys be wither'd all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn ; 186 For Believers Rejoicing. On this my steadfast soul relies : Father, thy mercy never dies. 6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay ; This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away ; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love. HYMN 190. [l. m.] 1 TESUS, thy Blood and Righteousness *J My beauty are, my glorious dress : 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay ? Fully absolv'd through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame^ 3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father's bosom came, Who died for me, even me, to' atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. 4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, Which, at the mercy-seat of God, For ever doth for sinners plead, For me, even for my soul, was shed. 5 Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. 6 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Even then, — this shall be all my plea, Jesus hath liv'd, hath died for me. r For Believers Rejoicirig. 187 7 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim ; Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 8 Jesus, be endless praise to thee, Whose boundless mercy hath for me, For me, and all thy hands have made, An everlasting ransom paid ! 9 Ah ! give to all thy servants, Lord, With power to speak thy gracious word ; That all, who to thy wounds will flee, May find eternal life in thee. 10 Thou God of power, thou God of love, Let the whole world thy mercy prove ! Now let thy word o'er all prevail ; Now take the spoils of death and hell ! HYMN 191. [2 lines 6's, $ 4-7'*.] 1 HTHEE, O my God and King, A My Father, thee I sing ! Hear, well-pleas'd, the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heaven receive Lost — I now in Christ am found, Dead — by faith in Christ I live. 2 Father, behold thy son, In Christ I am thy own : Stranger long to thee, and rest, See the prodigal is come : Open wide thine arms and breast, Take the weary wanderer home ! 188 For Believers Rejoicing. 3 Thine eye observ'd from far, Thy pity look'd me near ; Me thy bowels yearn' d to see ; Me thy mercy ran to find, Empty, poor, and void of thee, Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind. 4 Thou on my neck didst fall, Thy kiss forgave me all : Still thy gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, " Haste, for him the robe prepare, " His be righteousness divine !" HYMN 192. [8 lines, 7's §• 6V] 1 /^\FT I in my heart have said, ^-^ Who shall ascend on high, Mount to Christ, my glorious Head, And bring him from the sky ? Borne on contemplation's wing, Surely I shall find him there, Where the angels praise their King, And gain the Morning- Star. 2 Oft I in my heart have said, Who to the deep shall stoop, Sink with Christ among the dead, From thence to bring him up ? Could I but my heart prepare, By unfeign'd humility, Christ would quickly enter there, And ever dwell with me. 3 But the righteousness of faith Hath taught me better things : " Inward turn thine eyes," it saith, (While Christ to me it brings,) For Believe?^ Rejoicing, Io9 " Christ is ready to impart " Life to all, for life who sigh : " In thy mouth, and in thy heart, " The word is ever nigh." HYMN 193. [6 lines &s, Sf 4-7V] 1 f\ FILIAL Deity, Vy Accept my new-born cry ; See the travail of my soul, Saviour, and be satisfied ; Take me now, possess me whole, Who for me, for me, hast died. 2 Of life thou art the Tree ; My immortality ! Feed this tender branch of thine, Ceaseless influence derive : Thou the true, the heavenly Vine, Grafted into thee I live. 3 Of life the Fountain thou, I know, — I feel it now ! Faint and dead no more I droop ; Thou art in me ; thy supplies, Every moment springing up, Into life eternal rise. 4 Thou the good Shepherd art, From thee I ne'er shall part : Thou my keeper and my guide, Make me still thy tender care ; Gently lead me by thy side, Sweetly in thy bosom bear. 5 Thou art my daily Bread, O Christ, thou art my Head ! Motion, virtue, strength, to me, Me thy living member, flow : Nourished I, and fed, by thee, Up to thee in all things grow. 190 For Believers Rejoicing. 6 Prophet, to me reveal Thy Father's perfect will : Never mortal spake like thee, Human Prophet like divine ; Loud and strong their voices be, Small, and still, and inward thine ! 7 On thee, my Priest, I call, Thy blood aton'd for all : Still the Lamb as slain appears, Still thou stand' st before the throne, Ever offering up my prayers, These presenting with thine own. 8 Jesus, thou art my King, From thee my strength I bring : Shadow' d by thy mighty hand, Saviour, who shall pluck me thence ? Faith supports ; by faith I stand, Strong in thy omnipotence. HYMN 194. [2 lines 6's, £ 4-7'*-] Part I. 1 A RISE, my soul, arise, ■£*- Thy Saviour's Sacrifice ! All the names that love could find, All the forms that love could take, Jesus in himself hath join'd Thee, my soul, his own to make. 2 Equal with God Most High, He laid his glory by ; He, the' eternal God, was born, Man with men he deign' d to' appear, Object of his creature's scorn, Pleas'd a servant's form to wear. 3 Hail ! everlasting Lord, Divine, incarnate Word ! For Believers Rejoicing. 191 Thee let all my powers confess ; Thee my latest breath proclaim ; Help, ye angel-choirs, to bless, Shout the lov'd Immanuel's name ! Fruit of a virgin's womb, The promis'd Blessing's come ; Christ, the fathers' hope of old, Christ, the woman's conquering Seed, Christ, the Saviour long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent's head. Jesus, to thee I bow ! The' Almighty's Fellow thou ! Thou, the Father's only Son ; Pleas'd he ever is in thee ; Just and holy thou alone, Full of grace and truth for me. HYMN 195. [2 lines 6's, $ 4-7's.} Part II HIGH above every name, Jesus, the Great I AM ! Bows to Jesus every knee, Things in heaven, and earth, and hell ; Saints adore him, demons flee, Friends, and men, and angels feel ! He left his throne above, Emptied of all but love : Whom the heavens cannot contain, God, vouchsaf'd a worm to' appear, Lord of Glory, Son of Man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. His own on earth he sought, His own receiv'd him not ; Him a sign by all blasphem'd, Outcast and despis'd of men, 192 For Believers Rejoicing, Him they all a madman deem'd, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. 4 Hail, Galilean King ! Thy humble state I sing ; Never shall my triumphs end ; Hail, derided Majesty ! Jesus, hail ! the sinner's Friend, Friend of Publicans, — and me. I HYMN 196. [i,. m.] TNTO thy gracious hands I fall, -■■ And with the arms of faith embrace ; 0 King of Glory, hear my call ; O raise me, heal me, by thy grace ! Now righteous through thy wounds I am ; No condemnation now 1 dread ; 1 taste salvation in thy name, Alive in thee, my living Head. 2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take thy light from me away ; Still with me let thy grace abide, That I from thee may never stray : Let thy word richly in me dwell ; Thy peace and love my portion be ; My joy to' endure and do thy will, Till perfect I am found in thee. 3 Arm me with thy whole armour, Lord ! Support my weakness with thy might ; Gird on my thigh thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening fight : From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in thy strength shall I go on ; Till heaven and earth flee from thy face, And glory end what grace begun. . , I For Believers Rejoicing. 193 HYMN 197. [8 lines 7's.~] HAPPY soul, who sees the day, The glad day of gospel-grace ! Thee, my Lord, (thou then wilt say,) Thee will I for ever praise ; Though thy wrath against me burn'd, Thou dost comfort me again ; All thy wrath aside is turn'd, Thou hast blotted out my sin. 2 Me, behold ! thy mercy spares ; Jesus my salvation is ; Hence my doubts ; away my fears ; Jesus is become my peace : Jah, Jehovah, is my Lord, Ever merciful and just ; I will lean upon his word ; I will on his promise trust. 3 Strong I am, for he is strong ; Just in righteousness divine : He is my triumphal song ; All he has, and is, is mine ; Mine — and yours, whoe'er believe ; On his name whoe'er shall call, Freely shall his grace receive ; He is full of grace for all. » • 4 Therefore shall ye draw with joy Water from Salvation's well ; Praise shall your glad tongues employ, While his streaming grace ye feel. Each to each ye then shall say, " Sinners, call upon his name ; O rejoice to see his day ; See it, and his praise proclaim ! " N 194 Fo?% Believers Rejoicing. 5 Glory to his name belongs, Great, and marvellous, and high ; Sing unto the Lord your songs, Cry to every nation, cry ! Wondrous things the Lord hath done, Excellent his name we find ; This to all mankind is known, Be it known to all mankind ! 6 Sion, shout thy Lord and King, Israel's Holy One is He ! Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing, Great is He, and dwells in thee. O the grace unsearchable ! While eternal ages roll, God delights in man to dwell, Soul of each believing soul ! HYMN 198. [4 lines, Ws £ 11'*.] 1 t~\ what shall I do My Saviour to praise, ^-J So faithful and true, So plenteous in grace ; So strong to deliver, So good to redeem, The weakest believer That hangs upon him ! 2 How happy the man Whose heart is set free, The people that can Be joyful in thee ! Their joy is to walk in The light of thy face ; And still they are talking Of Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight Shall be in thy name ; They shall as their right Thy righteousness claim : Thy righteousness wearing, And cleans'd by thy blood, Bold shall they appear in The presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, Their glory and pow'r ; And I also trust To see the glad hour, For Believers Rejoieing. 195 My soul's new creation, A life from the dead, The day of salvation, That lifts up my head. 5 For Jesus, my Lord, Is now my defence ; I trust in his word, None plucks me from thence ; Since I have found favour, He all things will do ; My King and my Saviour Shall make me anew 6 Yes, Lord, I shall see The bliss of thine own, Thv secret to me Shall soon be made known ; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness Of all that believe. HYMN 199. [4 lines, Ws £ 11V| 1 f\ Heavenly King, Look down from above ; ^-^ Assist us to sing Thy mercy and love : So sweetly overflowing, So plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, And giving us more. 2 O God of our life, We hallow thy Name ; Our business and strife Is thee to proclaim ; Accept our thanksgiving For creating grace ; The living, the living Shall show forth thy praise. 3 Our Father and Lord, Almighty art Thou ; Preserved by thy word, We worship thee now, The bountiful Donor Of all we enjoy ! Our tongues to thine honour, And lives we em- ploy. 4 But O ! above all, Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall Which saves the lost race ; Thy Son thou hast given The world to redeem, And bring us to heaven, Whose trust is in him. N2 196 For Believers Rejoicing. 5 Wherefore of thy love We sing and rejoice ; With angels above We lift up our voice : Thy love each believer Shall gladly adore, For ever and ever, When time is no more. HYMN 200. [4 lines, 10\? Sf 11 V] 1 1V/TY Father, my God, I long for thy love ; ■^▼A O shed it abroad ; Send Christ from above! My heart, ever fainting, He only can cheer ; And all things are wanting, Till Jesus is here. 2 O when shall my tongue Be fill'd with thy praise ! While all the day long I publish thy grace, Thy honour and glory To sinners forth show, Till sinners adore thee, And own thou art true. 3 Thy strength and thy power I now can proclaim, Preserv'd every hour Through Jesus 's Name ; For thou art still by me, And holdest my hand; No ill can come nigh me, By faith while I stand. 4 My God is my guide : Thy mercies abound ; On every side They compass me round : Thou sav'st me from sickness, From sin dost retrieve, And strengthen'st my weakness, And bidd'st me believe. 5 Thou holdest my soul In spiritual life, My foes dost control, And quiet their strife ; Thou rulest my passion, My pride and self-will ; To see thy salvation, Thou bidd'st me " stand still!" 6 I stand, and admire Thine out-stretched arm ; I walk through the fire, And suffer no harm ; Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit ; The world and the devil Fall under my feet. For Believers Rejoicing. 197 7 I wrestle not now, But trample on sin, For with me art thou, And shalt be within ; While stronger and stronger In Jesus' s power, I go on to conquer, Till sin is no more. HYMN 201. [6 lines 8V| 1 A ND can it be that I should gain -^*- An interest in the Saviour's blood ? Died he for me, who caus'd his pain ? For me, who him to death pursu'd ? Amazing love ! how can it be, t That thou, my God, should'st die for me ! 2 'Tis mystery all ! The' Immortal dies ! Who can explore his strange design ! In vain the first-born Seraph tries To sound the depths of Love Divine ! 'Tis mercy all ; let earth adore, Let angel -minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above ; (So free, so infinite his grace !) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race : 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me ! 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night ; Thine eye diffus'd a quick'ning ray ; I woke ; the dungeon flam'd with light ; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread ; Jesus, and all in him, is mine ! Alive in him, my living Head, And cloth'd in righteousness divine, 198 For Relievers Rejoicing. Bold I approach the' eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. HYMN 202. [4 lines &s, § 2-8'*.] 1 A RISE, my soul, arise, -£\ Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears ; Before the throne my Surety stands ; My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead ; His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me ; " Forgive him, O forgive/' they cry, " Nor let that ransom'd sinner die!" 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconcil'd, His pardoning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear ; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry ! For Believers Rejoicing. 1 99 HYMN 203. [>. m.] 1 £~y LORY to God, whose sovereign grace ^J Hath animated senseless stones ; Call'd us to stand before his face, And rais'd us into Abraham's sons ! 2 The people that in darkness lay, In sin and error's deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel-day, In Jesu's lovely face display' d. 3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done, And bar'd thine arm in all our sight ; Hast made the reprobates thine own, And claim'd the outcasts as thy right, 4 Thy single arm, Almighty Lord, To us the great salvation brought, Thy Word, thy all-creating Word, That spake at first the world from nought. 5 For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to thee is given ; For this the hosts above rejoice, — We raise the happiness of heaven. 6 For this, (no longer sons of night,) To thee our thankful hearts we give ; To thee, who call'dst us into light, To thee we die, to thee we live. 7 Suffice that, for the season past, Hell's horrid language fill'd our tongues ; We all thy words behind us cast, And lewdly sang the drunkard's songs. 8 But, O the power of grace divine ! In hymns we now our voices raise, 200 For Believers Rejoicing, Loudly in strange hosannas join, And blasphemies are turned to praise ! HYMN 204. [4 lines 8's, # 2-6'*.] I will sing with the Spirit, fyc. 1 Cor. xiv. 15 1 TESUS, thou soul of all our joys, J For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert, Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim, Compose into a thankful frame, And tune thy people's heart ! 2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, — Thy glory, not our own : Still let us keep our end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone. 3 The secret pride, the subtle sin, O let it never more steal in, To' offend thy glorious eyes ; To desecrate our hallow'd strain, And make our solemn service vain, And mar our sacrifice ! 4 To magnify thy awful name, To spread the honours of the Lamb, Let us our voices raise ; Our souls' and bodies' powers unite, Regardless of our own delight, And dead to human praise. 5 Still let us on our guard be found, And watch against the power of sound, With sacred jealousy ; Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal, And music's charms bewitch and steal Our hearts away from thee. Fbr Believers Rejoicing. 201 6 That hurrying strife far off remove, That noisy burst of selfish love, Which swells the formal song ; The joy from out our hearts arise, And speak and sparkle in our eyes, And vibrate on our tongue. 7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join with one accord Thy goodness to proclaim : Jesus, thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing name. 8 With calmly-reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love ; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing, with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above ! M HYMN 205. Y God, I am thine, What a comfort divine, What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine ! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart it doth dance at the sound of his name. 2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound ; And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found : My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below. 3 Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast : That, that is the fulness ; but this is the taste ! And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love. 202 For Believers Rejoicing. HYMN 206. [6 lines 8V) 1 ^LTHAT am I, O thou glorious God ! ▼ ▼ And what my father's house to thee, That thou such mercies hast bestow'd On me, the vilest reptile, me ! I take the blessing from above, And wonder at thy boundless love. 2 Me in my blood thy love pass'd by, And stopp'd, my ruin to retrieve ; Wept o'er my soul thy pitying eye ; Thy bowels yearn'd, and sounded, " Live ! " Dying, I heard the welcome sound, And pardon in thy mercy found. 3 Honour, and might, and thanks, and praise, I render to my pardoning God ; Extol the riches of thy grace, And spread thy saving name abroad ; That only name to sinners given, Which lifts poor dying worms to heaven. 4 Jesus, I bless thy gracious power, And all within me shouts thy Name : Thy Name let every soul adore, Thy power let every tongue proclaim ; Thy grace let every sinner know, And find with me their heaven below ! HYMN 207. {All r*.] 1 TESUS is our common Lord, J He our loving Saviour is : By his death to life restor'd, Misery we exchange for bliss ; Bliss to carnal minds unknown : O 'tis more than tongue can tell ! Only to believers shown, Glorious and unspeakable ! For Believers Rejoicing. 203 2 Christ, our Brother and our Friend, Shows us his eternal love : Never shall our triumphs end, Till we take our seats above. Let us walk with him in white, For our bridal day prepare, For our partnership in light, For our glorious meeting there ! HYMN 208. [c. m.] 1 /^OME, let us, who in Christ believe, ^-^ Our common Saviour praise ; To him with joyful voices give The glory of his grace. 2 He now stands knocking at the door Of every sinner's heart ; The worst need keep him out no more, Or force him to depart. 3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice, Yield to be saved from sin ; In sure and certain hope rejoice, That thou wilt enter in. 4 Come quickly in, thou heavenly guest, Nor ever hence remove ; But sup with us, and let the feast Be everlasting love ! HYMN 209. [6 lines 8VJ THOU hidden Source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient Love Divine, My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, if thou art mine : And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, I hide me, Jesus, in thy Name. Thy mighty Name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above ; 204 For Believers Rejoicing. Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, And joy, and everlasting love ; To me, with thy dear Name, are given, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 3 Jesus, my all in all thou art ; My rest in toil ; my ease in pain ; The med'cine of my broken heart ; In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; In shame, my glory and my crown : 4 In want, my plentiful supply ; In weakness, my almighty power ; In bonds, my perfect liberty ; My light in Satan's darkest hour ; In grief, my joy unspeakable ; My life in death ; my heaven in hell. HYMN 210. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 nPHEE will I love, my strength, my tower ; A Thee will I love, my joy, my crown ; Thee will I love, with all my power, In all thy works, and thee alone : Thee will I love, till the pure fire Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 Ah, why did I so late thee know, Thee, lovelier than the sons of men ! Ah, why did I no sooner go To thee, the only ease in pain ! Asham'd I sigh, and inly mourn, That I so late to thee did turn. 3 In darkness willingly I stray'd ; I sought thee, yet from thee I rov'd ; Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread ; Thy creatures more than thee I lov'd : And now if more at length I see, 'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. For Believers Rejoicing. 205 4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shin'd ; I thank thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind ; I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 5 Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray ; Strengthen my feet with steady pace Still to press forward in thy way ; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light ! 6 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears ; Give to my heart chaste, hallow' d fires ; Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heaven's host inspires ; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite ! 7 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown, Or smile, — thy sceptre, or thy rod : What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee shall I love in endless day ! HYMN 211. [4 lines, 10's §• 11V] 1 ET all men rejoice, By Jesus restor'd : -L i We lift up our voice, And call him our Lord : His joy is to bless us, And free us from thrall ; From all that oppress us, He rescues us all. 2 Him Prophet, and King, And Priest we proclaim ; We triumph and sing Of Jesus's Name : Poor idiots he teaches To show forth his praise, And tell of the riches Of Jesus's grace. ! 206 For Believers Rejoicing. 3 No matter how dull The scholar whom He Takes into his school, And gives him to see ; A wonderful fashion Of teaching he hath, And wise to salvation He makes us thro' faith. 4 The way-faring men, Though fools, shall not stray, His method so plain, So easy the way : The simplest believer His promise may prove, And drink of the river Of Jesus' s love. 5 Poor outcasts of men, Whose souls were despis'd, And left with disdain, By Jesus are priz'd ; His gracious creation In us he makes known, And brings us salvation, And call us his own. HYMN 212. {All 10V] MY brethren belov'd, Your calling ye see ; In Jesus approv'd, No goodness have we ; No riches or merit, No wisdom or might : But all things inherit Through Jesus' s right : 2 Yet not many wise His summons obey ; And great ones despise So vulgar a way ; [own, And strong ones will never Their helplessness Or stoop to find favour Through mercy alone. 3 And therefore our God The outcasts hast chose, His righteousness show'd To Heathens like us : When wise ones rejected His offers of grace, His goodness elected The foolish and base. 4 To baffle the wise, And noble, and strong, He bade us arise, An impotent throng ; Poor ignorant wretches, We gladly embrace A Prophet who teaches Salvation by grace. 5 The things that were not, His mercy bids live ; His mercy unbought We freely receive ; His gracious compassion We thankfully prove, And all our salvation Ascribe to his love. For Believers Rejoicing. 207 * HYMN 213. [c. m.] 1 A /TY God, the spring of all my joys, IV A The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun : Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conqu'ror through. HYMN 214. [c. m.] 1 THALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, A While here o'er earth we rove ; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love ! 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care ; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice ! 208 For Believers Rejoicing. My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 'Tis all I wish to seek ; To' attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak. 5 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see ; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee ! HYMN 215. [8 lines, 7's $ 6V] 1 r^ LORIOUS Saviour of my soul, ^J I lift it up to thee ; Thou hast made the sinner whole, Hast set the captive free ! Thou my debt of death hast paid ; Thou hast rais'd me from my fall ; Thou hast full atonement made : My Saviour died for all. 2 What could my Redeemer move To leave his Father's breast ? Pity drew him from above, And would not let him rest : Swift to succour sinking man, Sinking into endless woe, Jesus to our rescue ran, And God appear'd below. 3 God, in this dark vale of tears, A man of griefs was seen : Here for three and thirty years He dwelt with sinful men. Did they know the Deity ? Did they own him, who he was ? See the Friend of Sinners, see ! He hangs on yonder cross ! For Believers Rejoicing. 209 4 Yet thy wrath I cannot fear, Thou gentle, bleeding Lamb ! By thy judgment I am clear ; Heal'd by thy stripes I am : Thou for me a curse wast made, That I might in thee be blest ; Thou hast my full ransom paid, And in thy wounds I rest. HYMN 216. [c. m.] 1 TNFINITE, unexhausted Love ! ^ (Jesus and Love are one :) If still to me thy bowels move, They are restrain 'd to none. 2 What shall I do my God to love ? My loving God to praise ? The length, and breadth, and height to prove, And depth of sovereign grace ? 3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfin'd ; From age to age it never ends ; It reaches all mankind. 4 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity ! So wide, it never pass'd by one, Or it had pass'd by me. 5 My trespass was grown up to heaven ; But far above the skies, In Christ abundantly forgiven, I see thy mercies rise ! 6 The depth of all -redeeming love, What angel -tongue can tell ? O may I to the utmost prove The gift unspeakable ! 7 Deeper than hell, it pluck' d me thence ; Deeper than inbred sin, O 210 For Believers Rejoicing. Jesus's love my heart shall cleanse, When Jesus enters in. 8 Come quickly, gracious Lord, and take Possession of thine own ; My longing heart vouchsafe to make Thine everlasting throne ! 9 Assert thy claim, maintain thy right, Come quickly from above : And sink me to perfection's height, The depth of humble love. HYMN 217. [c. m.] 1 TESUS, to thee I now can fly, ** On whom my help is laid : Oppressed by sins, I lift my eye, And see the shadows fade. 2 Believing on my Lord, I find A sure and present aid : On thee alone my constant mind Is every moment stay'd. 3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good, Or strong, I here disclaim : I wash my garments in the blood Of the atoning Lamb. 4 Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest, On thee will I depend, Till summon' d to the marriage -feast, When faith in sight shall end. HYMN 218. [8 lines ?V] 1 OEE how great a flame aspires, ^ Kindled by a spark of grace ! Jesu's love the nations fires, Sets the kingdoms on a blaze : To bring fire on earth he came ; Kindled in some hearts it is : For Believers Rejoicing. 211 O that all might catch the flame, All partake the glorious bliss ! 2 When he first the work begun, Small and feeble was his day : Now the word doth swiftly run, Now it wins its widening way : More and more it spreads and grows, Ever mighty to prevail ; Sin's strong-holds it now overthrows, Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ! He the door hath open'd wide ; He hath given the word of grace, Jesu's word is glorified : Jesus, mighty to redeem, He alone the work hath wrought ; Worthy is the work of Him, Him who spake a world from nought. 4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand ? Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land : Lo ! the promise of a shower Drops already from above ; But the Lord will shortly pour All the Spirit of his Love ! HYMN 219. [5's$ 11YJ 1 A LL thanks be to God, -**■ Who scatters abroad, Throughout every place, By the least of his servants, his savour of grace. Who the victory gave, The praise let him have, For the work he hath done : All honour and glorv to Jesus alone ! O 2 212 For Believers Rejoicing. 2 Our conquering Lord Hath prosper' d his word, Hath made it prevail, And mightily shaken the kingdom of hell. His arm he hath bar'd, And a people prepar'd His glory to show, And witness the power of his passion below. 3 He hath open'd a door To the penitent poor, And rescu'd from sin, And admitted the harlots and publicans in. They have heard the glad sound ; They have liberty found, Through the blood of the Lamb, And plentiful pardon in Jesus' s name. 4 And shall we not sing Our Saviour and King ? Thy witnesses, we With rapture ascribe our salvation to thee ! Thou, Jesus, hast bless'd, And believers increas'd, Who thankfully own, We are freely forgiven through mercy alone 5 His Spirit revives His work in our lives, His wonders of grace, So mightily wrought in the primitive days. O that all men might know His tokens below, Our Saviour confess, And embrace the glad tidings of pardon and peace 6 Thou Saviour of all, Effectually call For Believers Rejoicing. 213 The sinners that stray ; And, O, let a nation be born in a day ! Thy sign let them see, And flow unto thee For the oil and the wine, For the blissful assurance of favour divine ! 7 Our heathenish land Beneath thy command In mercy receive ; And make us a pattern to all that believe : Then, then let it spread, Thy knowledge and dread, Till the earth is o'erflow'd, And the universe fill'd with the glory of God ! 1 HYMN 220. [8 lines 8'*.] ALL glory to God in the sky, And nparp unrm parth hp vp And peace upon earth be restor'd ! O Jesus, exalted on high, Appear our omnipotent Lord ! Who, meanly in Bethlehem born, Didst stoop to redeem a lost race, Once more to thy creatures return, And reign in thy kingdom of grace ! 2 When thou in our flesh didst appear, All nature acknowledged thy birth ; Arose the acceptable year, And heaven was open'd on earth : Receiving its Lord from above, The world was united to bless The Giver of concord and love, The Prince and the Author of peace. 3 O wouldst thou again be made known, Again in thy Spirit descend, And set up, in each of thine own, A kingdom that never shall end ! 214 For Believers Rejoicing. Thou only art able to bless, And make the glad nations obey, And bid the dire enmity cease, And bow the whole world to thy sway 4 Come then to thy servants again, Who long thy appearing to know ; Thy quiet and peaceable reign In mercy establish below : All sorrow before thee shall fly, And anger and hatred be o'er ; And envy and malice shall die, And discord afflict us no more. 5 No horrid alarum of war Shall break our eternal repose ; No sound of the trumpet is there, Where Jesus's Spirit o'erflows : Appeas'd by the charms of thy grace, We all shall in amity join ; And kindly each other embrace, And love with a passion like thine. HYMN 221. [8 lines, 7's # 6'*.] 1 "A/TEET and right it is to sing, -L* A In every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of Truth and Grace : Join we then with sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join ! Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine ! 2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, And never, never cease :• 1 For Believers Rejoicing. 215 Angels and archangels, all Praise the mystic Three in One ; Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall O'erwhelm'd before thy throne ! 3 Vying with that happy choir, Who chaunt thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire, The wings of faith and love : Thee they sing with glory crown'd ; TVe extol the slaughter' d Lamb ; Lower if our voices sound, Our subject is the same. 4 Father, God, thy love we praise, Which gave thy Son to die ; Jesus, full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify ; Spirit, Comforter divine, Praise by all to thee be given, Till we in full chorus join, And earth is turn'd to heaven. HYMN 222. [6 lines, 4-8'* §■ 2-6 V) HOW happy, gracious Lord ! are we, Divinely drawn to follow thee, Whose hours divided are, Betwixt the mount and multitude : Our day is spent in doing good, Our night in praise and prayer. With us no melancholy void, No period lingers unemploy'd, Or unimprov'd, below : Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And only thee to know. 216 For Believers Rejoicing. 3 The winter's night, and summer's day, Glide imperceptibly away, Too short to sing thy praise : Too few we find the happy hours, And haste to join those heavenly powers, In everlasting lays. 4 With all who chaunt thy Name on high. And " Holy, Holy, Holy," cry, (A bright harmonious throng !) We long thy praises to repeat, And restless sing, around thy seat, The new, eternal song. HYMN 223. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 A^THEN Israel out of Egypt came, * * And left the proud oppressor's land, Supported by the great I AM, Safe in the hollow of his hand, The Lord in Israel reign' d alone, And Judah was his favourite throne. 2 The sea beheld his power, and fled, Disparted by the wondrous rod ; Jordan ran backward to its head, And Sinai felt the' incumbent God ; The mountains skipp'd like frighted rams, The hills leap'd after them as lambs ! 3 What ail'd thee, O thou trembling sea ? What horror turn'd the river back ? Was nature's God displeas'd with thee ? And why should hills or mountains shake ? Ye mountains huge, that skipp'd like rams ? Ye hills, that leap'd as frighted lambs ? 4 Earth! tremble on, with all thy sons, In presence of thy awful Lord, Whose power inverted nature owns ; Her only law his sovereign word : For Believers Rejoicing. 217 He shakes the centre with his rod, And heaven bows down to Jacob's God. 5 Creation, varied by his hand, The' omnipotent Jehovah knows ; The sea is turn'd to solid land, The rock into a fountain flows ; And all things, as they change, proclaim The Lord eternally the same. HYMN 224. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 PLL praise my Maker while I've breath ; A And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train ; His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves the' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind ; He sends the labouring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath ! And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 22 lo For Believers Rejoicing. HYMN 225. [l. m.] 1 T3RAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise -*- Your hearts and voices in his praise : His nature and his works invite 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, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3 Sing to the Lord ; exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds along the sky : There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn : The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's skill or force ? The sprightly man, or warlike horse ? The piercing wit, the active limb ? All are too mean delights for him. 6 But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight ; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks and loves his image there. HYMN 226. [c. m.] 1 INTERNAL Wisdom! Thee we praise, J--* Thee the creation sings : With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold ! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, And starr'd with sparkling gold. For Believers Rejoicing. 219 3 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circles run : There, the pale planet rules the night ; The day obeys the sun. 4 If down I turn my wondering eyes On clouds and storms below, Those under-regions of the skies Thy numerous glories show. 5 The noisy winds stand ready there Thy orders to obey ; With sounding wings they sweep the air, To make thy chariot way. 6 There, like a trumpet loud and strong, Thy thunder shakes our coast ; While the red lightnings wave along, The banners of thy host. 7 On the thin air, without a prop, Hang fruitful showers around ; At thy command they sink, and drop Their fatness on the ground. 8 Lo ! here thy wondrous skill arrays The earth in cheerful green ; A thousand herbs thy art displays, A thousand flowers between. 9 There the rough mountains of the deep Obey thy strong command : Thy breath can raise the billows steep, Or sink them to the sand. 10 Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike the wondering sight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, With terror and delight. 11 Infinite strength and equal skill Shine through thy works abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God, 220 For Believers Rejoicing. 12 But the mild glories of thy grace Our softer passions move ; Pity divine in Jesu's face We see, adore, and love ! 1 HYMN 227. [l. m.] HOW do thy mercies close me round ! For ever be thy name ador'd ; J blush in all things to abound ; The servant is above his Lord ! 2 Inur'd to poverty and pain, A suffering life my Master led : The Son of God, the Son of Man, He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo ! a place he hath prepar'd For me, whom watchful angels keep : Yea, he himself becomes my guard ; He smoothes my bed, and gives me sleep 4 Jesus protects ; my fears be gone ! What can the Rock of Ages move ? Safe in thy arms I lay me down, Thy everlasting arms of love. 5 While thou art intimately nigh, Who, who shall violate my rest ? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy ; I lean upon my Saviour's breast. 6 I rest beneath the' Almighty's shade ; My griefs expire, my troubles cease ; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay'd, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. 7 Me for thine own thou lov'st to take, In time and in eternity : Thou never, never wilt forsake A helpless worm that trusts in thee. For Believers Rejoicing. 221 * HYMN 228. [8 lines 8'*.] 1 HPHOU Shepherd of Israel, and mine, A The joy and desire of my heart ; For closer communion I pine, I long to reside where thou art : The pasture I languish to find, Where all, who their Shepherd obey, Are fed, on thy bosom reclin'd, And screened from the heat of the day. 2 Ah ! show me that happiest place, The place of thy people's abode, Where saints in an ecstasy gaze, And hang on a crucified God : Thy love for a sinner declare, Thy passion and death on the tree ; My spirit to Calvary bear, To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, There only, I covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock, Or rise to be hid in thy breast : 'Tis there I would always abide, And never a moment depart ; Conceal' d in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart. HYMN 229. [4 lines 6's, §• 2-8V) 1 f^ OD of my life, to thee ^J My cheerful soul I raise ! Thy goodness bade me be, And still prolongs my days ; I see my natal hour return, And bless the day that I was born. 2 A clod of living earth, I glorify thy name, ~1'2 For Believers Rejoicing. From whom alone my birth, And all my blessings, came ; Creating and preserving grace, Let all that is within me praise. 3 Long as I live beneath, To thee O let me live ! To thee my every breath In thanks and praises give ! Whate'er I have, whate'er I am, Shall magnify my Maker's name. 4 My soul, and all its powers, Thine, wholly thine, shall be ; All, all my happy hours I consecrate to thee : Me to thine image now restore, And I shall praise thee evermore. 5 I wait thy will to do, As angels do in heaven ; In Christ a creature new, Most graciously forgiven ; I wait thy perfect will to prove, All sanctified by spotless love. 6 Then, when the work is done, The work of faith with power, Receive thy favour' d son, In death's triumphant hour ; Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away. HYMN 230. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 FOUNTAIN of life and all my joy, A Jesus, thy mercies I embrace ; The breath thou giv'st, for thee employ, And wait to taste thy perfect grace ; No more forsaken and forlorn, I bless the day that I was born. For Believers Rejoicing, 22o Preserv'd, through faith, by power divine, A miracle of grace I stand ! I prove the strength of Jesus mine ! Jesus, upheld by thy right hand, Though in the flesh I feel the thorn, I bless the day that I was born. Weary of life, through inbred sin, I was, but now defy its power ; When as a flood the foe comes in, My soul is more than conqueror ; I tread him down with holy scorn, And bless the day that I was born. Come, Lord, and make me pure within, And let me now be fill'd with God ! Live to declare I'm sav'd from sin : And if I seal the truth with blood, My soul, from out the body torn, Shall bless the day that I was born ! HYMN 231. 1 A WAY with our fears ! The glad morning -^*- appears When an heir of salvation was born ! From Jehovah I came, For his glory I am, And to him I with singing return. 2 Thee, Jesus, alone, The fountain I own Of my life and felicity here ; And cheerfully sing My Redeemer and King, Till his sign in the heavens appear. 3 With thanks I rejoice In thy fatherly choice Of my state and condition below ; If of parents I came Who honour' d thy name, 'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so. 224 For Believers Rejoicing. 4 I sing of thy grace, From my earliest days Ever near to allure and defend ; Hitherto thou hast been My preserver from sin, And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 5 O the infinite cares, And temptations, and snares, Thy hand hath conducted me through ! O the blessings bestow' d By a bountiful God, And the mercies eternally new ! 6 What a mercy is this, What a heaven of bliss, How unspeakably happy am I ! Gather'd into the fold, With thy people enroll'd, With thy people to live and to die ! 7 O the goodness of God, Employing a clod His tribute of glory to raise ! His standard to bear, And with triumph declare His unspeakable riches of grace ! 8 O the fathomless love, That has deign'd to ap- prove And prosper the work of my hands ! With my pastoral crook I went over the brook, And, behold, I am spread into bands ! 9 Who, I ask in amaze, Hath begotten me these ? And inquire, from what quarter they came ? My full heart it replies, They are born from the skies, And gives glory to God and the Lamb. 10 All honour and praise To the Father of grace, To the Spirit, and Son, I return ! The business pursue, He hath made me to do, And rejoice that 1 ever was born, For Believers Rejoicing. 225 11 In a rapture of joy My life I employ, The God of my life to proclaim ; 'Tis worth living for this, To administer bliss And salvation in Jesus' s name. 12 My remnant of days I spend in his praise, Who died the whole world to redeem : Be they many or few, My days are his due, And they all are devoted to him. HYMN 232. [4 lines 6's, §• 2-8Y] YOUNG men and maidens, raise Your tuneful voices high ; Old men and children, praise The Lord of earth and sky ; Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. The universal King Let all the world proclaim ; Let every creature sing His attributes and name ! Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. In his great name alone All excellencies meet, Who sits upon the throne, And shall for ever sit : Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. Glory to God belongs ; Glory to God be given, Above the noblest songs Of all in earth or heaven ! Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. P 226 For Believers Rejoicing. HYMN 233. [8 lines Ts.~] 1 TT APPY man whom God doth aid ! A X God our souls and bodies made ; God on us, in gracious showers, Blessings every moment pours ; Compasses with angel-bands, Bids them bear us in their hands ; Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd ; Life, and all, descend from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread, Made the earth on which we tread ; God refreshes in the air ; Covers with the clothes we wear ; Feeds us with the food we eat ; Cheers us by his light and heat ; Makes his sun on us to shine ; All our blessings are divine ! 3 Give him then, and ever give, Thanks for all that we receive ! Man we for his kindness love ; How much more our God above ! Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord, To be honour' d and ador'd : God of all-creating grace, Take the everlasting praise ! HYMN 234. [l. m.] 1 ET all that breathe Jehovah praise, -L^ Almighty, all-creating Lord ! Let earth and heaven his power confess, Brought out of nothing by his Word. 2 He spake the word, and it was done ! The universe his Word obey'd ; His Word is his eternal Son, And Christ the whole creation made. For Believers Rejoicing. 227 Jesus, the Lord and God most high, Maker of all mankind and me ! Me thou hast made to glorify, To know, and love, and live to thee. Wherefore to thee my heart I give, (But thou must first bestow the power,) And if for thee on earth I live, Thee I shall soon in heaven adore. HYMN 235. £x. m.] The Lord's Prayer. FIRST PART. FATHER of all, whose powerful voice Call'd forth this universal frame ! Whose mercies over all rejoice, Through endless ages still the same ; Thou by thy word upholdest all ; Thy bounteous love to all is show'd ; Thou hear'st thy every creature's call, And fillest every mouth with good. In heav'n thou reign'st enthron'd in light, Nature's expanse beneath thee spread ; Earth, air, and sea, before thy sight, And hell's deep gloom, are open laid ! Wisdom, and might, and love, are thine ; Prostrate before thy face we fall, Confess thine attributes divine, And hail thee sovereign Lord of all. Thee sovereign Lord let all confess, That moves in earth, or air, or sky ; Revere thy power, thy goodness bless, Tremble before thy piercing eye : All ye, who owe to him your birth, In praise your every hour employ : Jehovah reigns ! be glad, O earth* ; And shout, ye morning-stars, for joy. P2 m22o For Believers Rejoieing. HYMN 236. [l. m.] SECOND PART. 1 ^?ON of thy Sire's eternal love, ^ Take to thyself thy mighty power, Let all earth's sons thy mercy prove, Let all thy bleeding grace adore : The triumphs of thy love display ; In every heart reign thou alone, Till all thy foes confess thy sway, And glory ends what grace begun. 2 Spirit of grace, and health, and power, Fountain of light and love below ; Abroad thy healing influence shower, O'er all the nations let it flow : Inflame our hearts with perfect love, In us the work of faith fulfil ; So not heaven's host shall swifter move, Than we on earth, to do thy will. 3 Father, 'tis thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply ; Thou cloth' st the lilies of the field, And hearest the young ravens cry : On thee we cast our care ; we live Thro' thee, who know'st our every need ; O feed us with thy grace, and give Our souls this day the living bread ! HYMN 237- [> m.] THIRD PART. 1 INTERNAL, spotless Lamb of God, <*-* Before the world's foundation slain ! Sprinkle us ever with thy blood ; O cleanse, and keep us ever clean ! To every soul (all praise to thee !) Our bowels of compassion move ; And all mankind by this may see God is in us ; for God is love. For Believers Rejoicing. 229 Giver and Lord of life, whose power And guardian care for all are free, To thee in fierce temptation's hour, From sin and Satan let us flee : Thine, Lord, we are, and ours thou art, In us he all thy goodness show'd ; Renew, enlarge, and fill our heart With peace, and joy, and heaven, and God. Blessing and honour, praise and love, Co-equal, co-eternal Three, In earth below, and heaven above, By all thy works, be paid to thee ! Thrice Holy ! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine ; And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine, HYMN 238. [8 lines 7 V] 1 TV /TEET and right it is to praise ■!▼ A God, the Giver of all grace, God, whose mercies are bestow'd On the evil and the good : He prevents his creatures' call, Kind and merciful to all ; Makes his sun on sinners rise ; Showers his blessings from the skies. 2 Least of all thy creatures, we Daily thy salvation see ; As by heavenly manna fed, Through a world of dangers led ; Through a wilderness of cares ; Through ten thousand thousand snares, More than now our hearts conceive, More than we could know, and live ! 230 For Believers Rejoicing, 3 By our bosom-foe beset, Taken in the fowler's net, Passion's unresisting prey, Oft within the toils we lay : Sleeping on the brink of sin, Tophet gap'd to take us in ; Mercy to our rescue flew, Broke the snare, and brought us through. 4 Here, as in the lion's den, Undevour'd we still remain ; Pass secure the watery flood, Hanging on the arm of God : Here we raise our voices higher, Shout in the refiner's fire ; Clap our hands amidst the flame, Glory give to Jesu's name. 1 HYMN 239. [c. m.] HAIL ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Dnp Onrl. in Pprsnns TTi rpp f One God, in Persons Three Of Thee we make our joyful boast, Our songs we make of Thee. 2 Thou neither can'st be felt nor seen ; Thou art a Spirit pure ; Thou from eternity hast been, And always shalt endure. 3 Present alike in every place, Thy Godhead we adore ; Beyond the bounds of time and space, Thou dwell'st for evermore. 4 In wisdom infinite thou art, Thine eye doth all things see ; And every thought of every heart Is fully known to thee. For Believers Rejoicing. 231 5 Whate'er thou wilt, in earth below Thou dost, in heaven above : But chiefly we rejoice to know The' almighty God of Love. 6 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made ; Thy goodness we rehearse, In shining characters display' d Throughout our universe. 7 Mercy, with love, and endless grace, O'er all thy works doth reign ; But mostly thou delight' st to bless Thy favourite creature Man. 8 Wherefore, let every creature give To thee the praise design'd : But, chiefly, Lord, the thanks receive, The hearts of all mankind. HYMN 240. [>. m.] On the Attributes of God. FIRST PART. 1 /^V GOD, thou bottomless abyss ! ^^ Thee to perfection who can know ? O height immense ! What words suffice Thy countless attributes to show ? Unfathomable depths thou art ; O plunge me in thy mercy's sea ! Void of true wisdom is my heart ; With love embrace and cover me ! While thee, all-infinite, I set By faith before my ravish' d eye, My weakness bends beneath the weight ; O'erpower'd I sink, I faint, I die ! 232 For Believers Rejoicing. 2 Eternity thy fountain was, Which, like thee, no beginning knew ; Thou wast ere time began his race, Ere glow'd with stars the' ethereal blue. Greatness unspeakable is thine, Greatness, whose undiminished ray, When short-liv'd worlds are lost, shall shine, When earth and heaven are fled away. Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, Essential life's unbounded sea, What lives and moves, lives by thy word ; It lives, and moves, and is from thee ! Thy parent-hand, thy forming skill, Firm fix'd this universal chain ; Else empty barren darkness still Had held his unmolested reign. Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky, Or shuns or meets the wandering thought, Escapes or strikes the searching eye, By thee was to perfection brought ! High is thy power above all height ; Whate'er thy will decrees is done : Thy wisdom, equal to thy might, Only to thee, O God, is known ! Heaven's glory is thy awful throne, Yet earth partakes thy gracious sway : Vain man ! thy wisdom folly own, Lost is thy reason's feeble ray. What our dim eye could never see, Is plain and naked to fliy sight ; What thickest darkness veils, to thee Shines clearly as the morning-light For Believers Rejoicing. 233 In light thou dwell' st ; light that no shade, No variation, ever knew ; Heaven, earth, and hell, stand all display'd, And open to thy piercing view. HYMN 241. [l. m.] SECOND PART. 1 HTHOU, true and only God, lead'st forth A The' immortal armies of the sky ; Thou laugh'st to scorn the gods of earth ; Thou thunderest, and amaz'd they fly ! With downcast eye the' angelic choir Appear before thy awful face ; Trembling they strike the golden lyre, And thro' heaven's vault resound thy praise. In earth, in heaven, in all thou art ; The conscious creature feels thy nod, Whose forming hand on every part Impress' d the image of its God. 2 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone ! Justice and truth before thee stand : Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne, Mercy withholds thy lifted hand. Each evening shows thy tender love, Each rising morn thy plenteous grace ; Thy waken' d wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace ! To thy benign indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath we owe ; And all we have, and all we are, From thee, great Source of Being, flow. 234 For Believers Rejoicing. 3 Parent of Good, thy bounteous hand Incessant blessings down distils, And all in air, or sea, or land, With plenteous food and gladness fills. All things in thee live, move, and are ; Thy power infus'd doth all sustain ; Even those thy daily favours share, Who thankless spurn thy easy reign. Thy sun thou bidd'st his genial ray Alike on all impartial pour ; To all, who hate or bless thy sway, Thou bidd'st descend the fruitful shower. Yet while, at length, who scorn'd thy might Shall feel thee a consuming fire, How sweet the joys, the crown how bright, Of those who to thy love aspire ! All creatures praise the' eternal Name ! Ye hosts that to his court belong, Cherubic choirs, seraphic flames, Awake the everlasting song ! Thrice Holy ! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine ; And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine. HYMN 242. [8 lines, Ts £ 6VJ 1 t^ LORIOUS God, accept a heart ^J That pants to sing thy praise : Thou without beginning art, And without end of days ; Thou a Spirit invisible, Dost to none thv fulness show ; For Believers Rejoicing. 235 None thy Majesty can tell, Or all thy Godhead know. All thine attributes we own, Thy wisdom, power, and might : Happy in thyself alone, In goodness infinite, Thou thy goodness hast display'd, On thine every work imprest, Lov'st whatever thy hands have made ; But man thou lov'st the best. Willing thou that all should know Thy saving truth, and live, Dost to each, or bliss or woe, With strictest justice give : Thou with perfect righteousness Renderest every man his due ; Faithful in thy promises, And in thy threat'nings too. Thou art merciful to all Who truly turn to thee ! Hear me then for pardon call, And show thy grace to me : Me, through mercy reconcil'd, Me, for Jesu's sake forgiven, Me receive, thy favour' d child, To sing thy praise in heaven. HYMN 243. [8 lines 9 7's Sf 6 V] 1 HPHOU, my God, art good and wise, -*■ And infinite in power : Thee let all in earth and skies Continually adore ! 236 For Believers Rejoicing. Give me thy converting grace, That I may obedient prove, Serve my Maker all my days, And my Redeemer love. 2 For my life, and clothes, and food, And every comfort here, Thee, my most indulgent God, I thank, with heart sincere ; For the blessings numberless, Which thou hast already given ; For thy smallest spark of grace, And for my hope of heaven. 3 Gracious God, my sins forgive, And thy good Spirit impart ! Then I shall in thee believe, With all my loving heart : Always unto Jesus look, Him in heavenly glory see, Who my cause hath undertook, And ever prays for me. 4 Grace, in answer to his prayer, And every grace bestow, That I may with zealous care Perform thy will below : Rooted in humility, Still in every state resign' d, Plant, almighty Lord, in me A meek and lowly mind. 5 Poor and vile in my own eyes, With self-abasing shame Still I would myself despise, And magnify thy name : For Believers Rejoieing. 237 Thee let every creature bless ; Praise to God alone be given : God alone deserves the praise Of all in earth and heaven. HYMN 244. [8 lines, T* & &s.~] 1 HPHOU, the great, eternal God, A Art high above our thought ! Worthy to be fear'd, ador'd, By all thy hands have wrought : None can with thyself compare ; Thy glory fills both earth and sky ; We, and all thy creatures, are As nothing in thine eye. 2 Of thy great unbounded power To thee the praise we give, — Infinitely great, and more Than heart can e'er conceive : When thou wilt to work proceed, Thy purpose firm none can withstand, Frustrate the determin'd deed, Or stay the' Almighty Hand. 3 Thou, O God, art wise alone ; Thv counsel doth excel ; Wonderful thy works we own, Thy ways unsearchable : Who can sound the mystery, Thy judgments' deep abyss explain, Thine, whose eyes in darkness see, And search the heart of man ! HYMN 245. [8 lines, 7's §■ 6V] 1 /^ OOD thou art, and good thou dost ; ^-* Thy mercies reach to all, 238 For Believers Rejoicing. Chiefly those who on thee trust, And for thy mercy call : New they every morning are ; As fathers when their children cry, Us thou dost in pity spare, And all our wants supply. 2 Mercy o'er thy works presides ; Thy providence displayed Still preserves, and still provides For all thy hands have made ; Keeps, with most distinguished care, The man who on thy love depends ; Watches every numbered hair, And all his steps attends. 3 Who can sound the depths unknown Of thy redeeming grace ? Grace, that gave thine only Son To save a ruin'd race ! Millions of transgressors poor Thou hast for Jesu's sake forgiven ; Made them of thy favour sure, And snatch'd from hell to heaven. 4 Millions more thou ready art To save, and to forgive ! Every soul and every heart Of man thou would' st receive : Father, now accept of mine, Which now, thro' Christ, I offer thee ; Tell me now, in love divine, That thou hast pardon'd me ! For Believers Rejoicing. 239 HYMN 246. [i* m.] 1 A /TY soul, through my Redeemer's care, -*T A Sav'd from the second death I feel, My eyes from tears of dark despair, My feet from falling into hell. 2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run ; My eyes on his perfections gaze ; My soul shall live for God alone ; And all within me shout his praise. HYMN 247. [l. m.] 1 TTOLY as thou, O Lord, is none ! A A Thy holiness is all thy own ; A drop of that unbounded sea Is ours, a drop deriv'd from thee. 2 And when thy purity we share, Thy only glory we declare ; And, humbled into nothing, own Holy and pure is God alone ! 3 Sole, self-existing God and Lord, By all thy heavenly hosts ador'd ; Let all on earth bow down to thee, And own thy peerless majesty: 4 Thy power unparallel'd confess, Establish'd on the Rock of Peace ; The Rock that never shall remove, The Rock of pure, almighty Love ! HYMN 248. [c. m.] 1 IDLEST be our everlasting Lord, JJ Our Father, God, and King ! Thy sovereign goodness we record, Thy glorious power we sing. 240 Fm% Believers Rejoicing. 2 By thee the victory is given ; The majesty divine, And strength, and might, and earth, and heaven, And all therein, are thine. 3 The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone, Who dost thy right maintain, And, high on thine eternal throne, O'er men and angels reign. 4 Riches, as seemeth good to thee, Thou dost, and honour, give ; And Kings their power and dignity Out of thy hand receive. 5 Thou hast on us the grace bestow' d Thy greatness to proclaim ; And therefore now we thank our God, And praise thy glorious name. 6 Thy glorious name and nature's powers Thou dost to us make known ; And all the Deity is ours, Through thy incarnate Son. HYMN 249. [c. m.] 1 f^ REAT God ! to me the sight afford, VT To him of old allow'd ; And let my faith behold its Lord Descending in a cloud. 2 In that revealing Spirit come down, Thine attributes proclaim, And to my inmost soul make known The glories of thy name. 3 Jehovah, Christ, I thee adore, Who gav'st my soul to be ! Fountain of being, and of power, And great in majesty. Fo)' Believers Rejoicing. 241 4 The Lord, the mighty God, thou art ; But let me rather prove That name in-spoken to my heart, That favourite name of Love. 5 Merciful God, thyself proclaim In this polluted breast ; Mercy is thy distinguish' d name, Which suits a sinner best. 6 Our misery doth for pity call, Our sin implores thy grace ; And thou art merciful to all Our lost apostate race. HYMN 250. [c. m.] 1 r I ^HY ceaseless, unexhausted love, -*- Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still, Thou dost with sinners bear ; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul, abound ; A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown' d. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are ! A Rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. Q 242 For Believers Rejoicing. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure ; And while the truth of God remains, The goodness must endure. HYMN 251. [c. m.] 1 T^ATHER of me, and all mankind, J- And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise thy love : 2 To know thy nature, and thy name, One God in Persons Three ; And glorify the great I AM, Through all eternity. 3 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace, To every heart of man : Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, In all our bosoms reign. 4 The righteousness that never ends, But makes an end of sin, The joy that human thought transcends, Into our souls bring in : 5 The kingdom of establish'd peace, Which can no more remove ; The perfect power of Godliness, The' omnipotence of Love. HYMN 252. [c. m.] 1 /^OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, ^^ One God in Persons Three, Bring back the heavenly blessing, lost By all mankind and me! For Believers Rejoicing. 243 2 Thy favour, and thy nature too, To me, to all restore ; Forgive, and after God renew, And keep us evermore. 3 Eternal Sun of Righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glories of thy face Upon my heart to shine ! 4 Light in thy light O may I see, Thy grace and mercy prove ; Revived, and cheer'd, and bless'd by thee, The God of pardoning love ! 5 Lift up thy countenance serene, And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Godhead reconciled ! 6 That all-comprising peace bestow On me, through grace forgiven ; The joys of holiness below, And then the joys of heaven ! * HYMN 253. [s. m.] 1 T^ATHER, in whom we live, A- In whom we are, and move, The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love. 2 Let all the angel -throng Give thanks to God on high ; While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes through the sky. Q 2 J! 4 4 For Believers Rejoicing. 3 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransom'd race Render in thanks their lives to thee, For thy redeeming grace. 4 The grace to sinners show'd, Ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry, " Salvation to our God. Salvation to the Lamb ! " 5 Spirit of Holiness, Let all thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thine heart -renewing power. 6 Not angel -tongues can tell Thy love's ecstatic height, The glorious joy unspeakable, The beatific sight ! 7 Eternal, Triune Lord ! Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men, record And dwell upon thy love. 8 When heaven and earth are fled Before thy glorious face, Sing all the saints thy love hath made Thine everlasting praise ! HYMN 254. [>. m.] 1 HP HE day of Christ, the day of God, A We humbly hope with joy to see, Wash'd in the sanctifying blood Of an expiring Deity. 2 Who did for us his life resign, There is no other God but One, For all the plenitude divine Resides in the eternal Son. For Believers Rejoicing. 245 3 Spotless, sincere, without offence, O may we to his day remain, Who trust the blood of God to cleanse Our souls from every sinful stain ! 4 Lord, we believe the promise sure ; The purchas'd Comforter impart ; Apply thy blood to make us pure, To keep us pure, in life and heart ! 5 Then let us see that day supreme, When none thy Godhead shall deny, Thy Sovereign Majesty blaspheme, Or count thee less than the Most High : 6 When all who on their God believe, Who here thy last appearing love, Shall thy consummate joy receive, And see thy glorious face above. HYMN 255. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 C PIRIT of Truth, essential God, ^ Who didst thy ancient saints inspire, Shed in their hearts thy love abroad, And touch their hallow' d lips with fire ; Our God from all eternity, World without end, we worship thee. 2 Still we believe, Almighty Lord, Whose presence fills both earth and heaven, The meaning of the written word Is by thy inspiration given : Thou only dost thyself explain The secret mind of God to man. 24(> For Believers Rejoicing. 3 Come, then, Divine Interpreter, The Scriptures to our hearts apply ; And, taught by thee, we God revere, Him in Three Persons magnify ; In each the Triune God adore, Who was, and is for evermore. HYMN 256. [c. m.] 1 TTAIL! Father, Son, and Spirit great, A x Before the birth of time Enthron'd in everlasting state, Jehovah, Elohim ! 2 A mystical plurality We in the Godhead own, Adoring One in Persons Three, And Three in Nature One. 3 From thee our being we receive, The creatures of thy grace ; And, rais'd out of the earth, we live To sing our Maker's praise. 4 Thy powerful, wise, and loving mind Did our creation plan ; And all the glorious Persons join'd To form thy favourite, Man. 5 Again thou didst, in council met, Thy ruin'd work restore, Establish'd in our first estate, To forfeit it no more. fi And when we rise in love renew'd, Our souls resemble thee, An image of the Triune God. To all eternitv. For Believers Rejoicing. 247 * HYMN 257. [4 lines Ts.~] 1 r^ LORY be to God on high, ^J God whose glory fills the sky : Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-belov'd of heaven. 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing ; Glad, thine attributes confess Glorious all, and numberless. 3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd ! Hail, the everlasting Lord ! Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power, and God of love. 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ, the Father's only Son, Lamb of God for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man. 5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's Atonement, Thou ! Jesus, in thy name we pray, Take, O take our sins away ! 6 Powerful Advocate with God, Justify us with thy blood ; Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's Atonement, Thou ! 7 Hear, for thou, O Christ, alone Art with thy great Father one : One the Holy Ghost with thee ; One supreme, eternal Three. HYMN 258. [c. m.] L TEHOVAH, God the Father, bless, *J And thy own work defend ! With mercy's outstretch'd arms embrace, And keep us to the end ! 248 For Believers Rejoicing. 2 Preserve the creatures of thy love ; By providential care Conducted to the realms above, To sing thy goodness there. 3 Jehovah, God the Son, reveal The brightness of thy face ! And all thy pardon' d people fill With plenitude of grace ! 4 Shine forth with all the Deity, Which dwells in thee alone ; And lifts us up, thy face to see On thy eternal throne. 5 Jehovah, God the Spirit, shine, Father and Son to show ! With bliss ineffable, divine, Our ravish'd hearts o'erflow. 6 Sure earnest of that happiness, Which human hope transcends, Be thou our everlasting peace, When grace in glory ends ! HYMN 259. [c. m.] 1 TJAIL ! holy, holy, holy Lord ! A A Whom one in Three we know , By all thy heavenly host ador'd, By all thy church below. 2 One undivided Trinity With triumph we proclaim ; Thy universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, Holy Father, we confess ; Thee, Holy Son, adore; Thee, Spirit of Truth and Holiness, We worship evermore. For Believers Rejoicing. 249 4 The incommunicable right, Almighty God ! receive, Which angel-choirs, and saints in light, And saints embodied, give. 5 Three Persons equally divine We magnify and love ; And both the choirs ere long shall join, To sing thy praise above. 6 Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord, (Our heavenly song shall be,) Supreme, essential One, ador'd In co-eternal Three ! HYMN 260. [8 lines Ts.~] 1 TTOLY, holy, holy Lord, Al God the Father, and the Word, God the Comforter, receive Blessings more than we can give : Mix'd with those beyond the sky, Chanters to the Lord Most High, We our hearts and voices raise, Echoing thy eternal praise. 2 One, inexplicably Three, One, in simplest Unity, God, incline thy gracious ear, Us, thy lisping creatures, hear ! Thee while man, the earth-born, sings, Angels shrink within their wings ; Prostrate Seraphim above Breathe unutterable love. 3 Happy they who never rest, With thy heavenly presence blest ! They the heights of glory see, Sound the depths of Deity ! 250 For Believers Rejoicing. Fain with them our souls would vie ; Sink as low, and mount as high ; Fall o'er whelm 'd with love, or soar ; Shout, or silently adore ! HYMN 261. [6 lines 8V| 1 /^OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, ^^ Whom one all-perfect God we own, Restorer of thine image lost, Thy various offices make known ; Display, our fallen souls to raise, Thy whole economy of grace. 2 Jehovah in three Persons, come, And draw, and sprinkle us, and seal, Poor, guilty, dying worms, in whom Thou dost eternal life reveal ; The knowledge of thyself bestow, And all thy glorious goodness show. 3 Soon as our pardon'd hearts believe That thou art pure, essential love, The proof we in ourselves receive Of the Three Witnesses above ; Sure, as the saints around thy throne, That Father, Word, and Spirit, are One. 4 O that we now, in love renewed, Might blameless in thy sight appear ; Wake we in thy similitude, Stamp'd with the Triune character : Flesh, spirit, soul, to thee resign ; And live and die entirely thine ! For Believers Rejoicing. 251 HYMN 262. [c. m.] 1 A THOUSAND oracles divine -**- Their common beams unite ; That sinners may with angels join To worship God aright : 2 To praise a Trinity a4or'd By all the hosts above ; And one thrice-holy God and Lord Through endless ages love. 3 Triumphant host ! they never cease To laud and magnify The triune God of Holiness, Whose glory fills the sky : 4 Whose glory to this earth extends, When God himself imparts, And the whole Trinity descends Into our faithful hearts. 5 By faith the upper choir we meet ; And challenge them to sing Jehovah, on his shining seat, Our Maker and our King. 6 But God made flesh is wholly ours, And asks our nobler strain ; The Father of celestial powers, The Friend of earth-born man ! 7 Ye seraphs, nearest to the throne, With rapturous amaze On us, poor ransom'd worms, look down, For heaven's superior praise. 8 The King, whose glorious face ye see, For us his crown resign' d ; That fulness of the Deity, He died for all mankind ! 252 For Believers Rejoicing. * HYMN 263. [c. m.] 1 LEATHER, how wide thy glory shines ! -*- How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousands through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; Their motions speak thy skill ; And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still. 3 Part of thy name divinely stands On all thy creatures writ ; They show the labour of thy hands, Or impress of thy feet. 4 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms ; 5 Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace. 6 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ! Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 7 O ! may 1 bear some humble part In that immortal song ! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. For Believers Fighting. 253 HYMN 264. [s. m.] O ALL-CREATING God ! At whose supreme decree Our body rose, a breathing clod, Our souls sprang forth from thee ; For this thou hast design' d, And form'd us man for this, To know and love thyself, and find In thee our endless bliss. SECTION II. For Believers Fighting. HYMN 265. [s. m.] 1 /^\ MAY thy powerful word V^ Inspire a feeble worm To rush into thy kingdom, Lord, And take it as by storm ! 2 O may we all improve The grace already given, To seize the crown of perfect love, And scale the mount of heaven ! HYMN 266. [s. m.] FIRST PART. 1 C OLDIERS of Christ, arise, ^ And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his eternal Son : Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 2 Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endued ; But take, to arm you for the fight, The Panoply of God : 254 For Believers Fightirig. That having all things done, And all your conflicts pass'd, Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 3 Stand then against your foes, In close and firm array : Legions of wily fiends oppose Throughout the evil day : But meet the sons of night, But mock their vain design, Arm'd in the arms of heavenly light, Of righteousness divine. 4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul ; Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole : Indissolubly join'd, To battle all proceed ; But arm yourselves with all the mind That was in Christ your Head. HYMN 267. [s. m.] SECOND PART. 1 T^UT, above all, lay hold U On faith's victorious shield ; Arm'd with that adamant and gold, Be sure to win the field : If faith surround your heart, Satan shall be subdued ; Repell'd his every fiery dart, And quench'd with Jesu's blood. 2 Jesus hath died for you ! What can his love withstand ? Believe, hold fast your shield, and who Shall pluck you from his hand ? Believe that Jesus reigns ; All power to him is given 1 For Believers Fighting. 255 Believe, till freed from sin's remains ; Believe yourselves to heaven ! To keep your armour bright, Attend with constant care, Still walking in your Captain's sight, And watching unto prayer. Ready for all alarms, Steadfastly set your face, And always exercise your arms, And use your every grace. Pray, without ceasing pray ; Your Captain gives the word ; His summons cheerfully obey, And call upon the Lord : To God your every want In instant prayer display ; Pray always ; pray, and never faint ; Pray, without ceasing pray ! HYMN 268. [s. m.] THIRD PART. IN fellowship, alone, To God with faith draw near : Approach his courts, besiege his throne With all the powers of prayer : Go to his temple, go, Nor from his altar move ; Let every house his worship know, And every heart his love. To God your spirits dart ; Your souls in words declare ; Or groan, to him who reads the heart, The' unutterable prayer : His mercy now implore, And now show forth his praise ; In shouts, or silent awe, adore His miracles of grace. *2ob For Believers Fighting. 3 Pour out your souls to God, And bow them with your knees ; And spread your heart and hands abroad, And pray for S ion's peace : Your guides and brethren bear For ever on your mind ; Extend the arms of mighty prayer, In grasping all mankind. 4 From strength to strength go on, Wrestle, and fight, and pray : Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well -fought day : Still let the Spirit cry In all his soldiers, " Come ;" Till Christ the Lord descend from high, And take the conquerors home. HYMN 269. [6 lines 8V] 1 C URROUNDED by a host of foes, ^ Storm' d by a host of foes within, Nor swift to flee, nor strong to' oppose, Single against hell, earth, and sin, Single, yet undismay'd, I am ; I dare believe in Jesu's name. 2 What though a thousand hosts engage, A thousand worlds, my soul to shake ? I have a shield shall quell their rage, And drive the alien armies back ; Portray' d it bears a bleeding Lamb ; I dare believe in Jesu's name. 3 Me to retrieve from Satan's hands, Me from this evil world to free, To purge my sins, and loose my bands, And save from all iniquity, My Lord and God from heaven he came ; I dare believe in Jesu's name. 4 Salvation in his name there is ; Salvation from sin, death, and hell ; For Believers Fighting. 257 Salvation into glorious bliss ; How great salvation, who can tell ? But all he hath for mine I claim ; I dare believe in Jesu's name. HYMN 270. [s. m.] 1 T^ QUIP me for the war, A-* And teach my hands to fight ; My simple, upright heart prepare, And guide my words aright ; Control my every thought ; My whole of sin remove ; Let all my works in thee be wrought, Let all be wrought in love. 2 O arm me with the mind, Meek Lamb ! which was in thee ; And let my knowing zeal be join' d With perfect charity : With calm and temper' d zeal Let me enforce thy call ; And vindicate thy gracious will, Which offers life to all. 3 O do not let me trust In any arm but thine ! Humble, O humble to the dust, This stubborn soul of mine ! A feeble thing of nought, With lowly shame I own, The help which upon earth is wrought, Thou dost it all alone. 4 O may I love like thee ! In all thy footsteps tread ! Thou hatest all iniquity, But nothing thou hast made. O may I learn the art, With meekness to reprove ; R 258 For Believers Fighting. To hate the sin with all my heart, But still the sinner love ! HYMN 271. [8 lines, Ts Sf 6Y] 1 f\ ALMIGHTY God of Love, v./ Thy holy arm display ; Send me succour from above, In this my evil day : Arm my weakness with thy power, Woman's Seed, appear within ; Be my Safeguard and my Tower Against the face of sin ! 2 Could I of thy strength take hold, And always feel thee near, Confident, divinely bold, My soul would scorn to fear : Nothing should my firmness shock ; Though the gates of hell assail, Were I built upon the Rock, They never could prevail. 3 Rock of my salvation, haste, Extend thy ample shade ; Let it over me be cast, And screen my naked head Save me from the trying hour Thou my sure protection be Shelter me from Satan's power, Till I am fixd on Thee! 4 Set upon thyself my feet, And make me surely stand ; From temptation's rage and heat Cover me with thy hand : Let me in the cleft be plac'd, Never from my fence remove ; In thine arms of love embrac'd, Of everlasting love ! For Believers Fighting. 259 HYMN 272. [6 lines 8Y] 1 TXEACE ! doubting heart ; my God's I am ! A Who form'd me man, forbids my fear : The Lord hath call'd me by my name ; The Lord protects for ever near ; His blood for me did once atone, And still he loves and guards his own. 2 When passing through the watery deep, I ask in faith his promised aid, The waves an awful distance keep, And shrink from my devoted head ; Fearless their violence I dare ; They cannot harm, for God is there ! 3 To him mine eye of faith I turn, And through the fire pursue my way ; The fire forgets its power to burn, The lambent flames around me play ; I own his power, accept the sign, And shout to prove the Saviour mine. 4 Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand ! And guard in fierce temptation's hour ; Hide in the hollow of thy hand ; Show forth in me thy saving power ; Still be thy arms my sure defence : Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 5 Since thou hast bid me come to thee, (Good as thou art, and strong to save,) I'll walk o'er life's tempestuous sea, Upborne by the unyielding wave, Dauntless, though rocks of pride be near, And yawning whirlpools of despair. 6 When darkness intercepts the skies, And sorrow's waves around me roll, When high the storms of passion rise, And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul, R 2 260 For Believers Fighting. My soul a sudden calm shall feel, And hear a whisper, " Peace ; be still ! ,3 7 Though in affliction's furnace tried, Unhurt on snares and death I'll tread ; Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide, Pour all its flames upon my head, Like Moses' bush, I'll mount the higher, And flourish, unconsum'd, in Are. HYMN 273. [4 lines, Ws §■ 11 VJ 1 OMNIPOTENT Lord, My Saviour and King, V-/ Thy succour affbrd,Thy righteousness bring: Thy promises bind thee Compassion to have ; Now, now let me find thee Almighty to save! 2 Rejoicing in hope, And patient in grief, To thee I look up For certain relief; I fear no denial, No danger I fear, Nor start from the trial, While Jesus is near. 3 I every hour In jeopardy stand ; But thou art my power, And holdest my hand : While yet I am calling, Thy succour I feel ; It saves me from falling, Or plucks me from hell. 4 O who can explain This struggle for life ! This travail and pain, This trembling and strife ! Plague, earthquake, and famine, And tumult, and war, The wonderful coming Of Jesus declare ! 5 For every fight Is dreadful and loud ! The warrior's delight Is slaughter and blood, His foes overturning, Till all shall expire, — But this is with burning, And fuel of fire. 6 Yet God is above Men, devils, and sin ; My Jesus' s love The battle shall win : So terribly glorious His coming shall be, His love all-victorious Shall conquer for me. For Believers Fighting. 261 7 He all shall break through ; His truth and his grace Shall bring me into The plentiful place, Through much tribulation, Through water and fire, Through floods of temptation, And flames of desire. 8 On Jesus, my power, Till then I rely ; All evil before His presence shall fly : When I have my Saviour, My sin shall depart, And Jesus for ever Shall reign in my heart. HYMN 274. [8 lines, fs §■ 6 VJ 1 f\ MY old, my bosom-foe, ^^ Rejoice not over me ! Oft-times thou hast laid me low, And wounded mortally ; Yet thy prey thou could' st not keep ; Jesus, when I lowest fell, Heard me cry out of the deep, And brought me up from hell. 2 Foolish world, thy shouts forbear, Till thou hast won the day ; Could thy wisdom keep me there, When in thy hands I lay ? If my heart to thee incline, Christ again shall set it free ! I am his, and he is mine To all eternity. 3 Satan, cease thy empty boast, And give thy triumphs o'er ; Still thou see'st I am not lost, While Jesus can restore : Though through thy deceit I fall, Surely I shall rise again : Christ my King is over all, And I with him shall reign. 262 For Believers Fighting. 4 O my three-fold enemy ! To whom I long did bow, See your lawful captive, see, No more your captive now ! Now before my face ye fly ; More than conqueror now I am ; Sin, the world, and hell defy, In Jesu's powerful name. HYMN 275. [c. m.] 1 r I ^HE Lord unto my Lord hath said, A cc Sit thou, in glory sit, Till I thine enemies have made To bow beneath thy feet." 2 Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, What can my hopes withstand, While thee my Advocate I have, Enthron'd at God's right hand ? 3 Nature is subject to thy word ; All power to thee is given, The uncontroll'd, almighty Lord Of hell, and earth, and heaven. 4 And shall my sins thy will oppose ? Master, thy right maintain ! O let not thy usurping foes In me thy servant reign ! 5 Come, then, and claim me for thine own ; Saviour, thy right assert ! Come, gracious Lord, set up thy throne, And reign within my heart ! 6 So shall I bless thy pleasing sway ; And, sitting at thy feet, Thy laws with all my heart obey, With all my soul submit. 7 So shall I do thy will below, As angels do above ; The virtue of thy passion show, The triumphs of thy love For Believers Fighting. 263 8 Thy love the conquest more than gains ; To all I shall proclaim, " Jesus, the King, the Conqueror reigns ; Bow down to Jesu's Name/' 9 To thee shall earth and hell submit, And every foe shall fall, Till death expires beneath thy feet, And God is all in all. * HYMN 276. 1 TUTORSHIP, and thanks, and blessing, * * And strength ascribe to Jesus ! Jesus alone Defends his own, When earth and hell oppress us. Jesus with joy we witness Almighty to deliver ; Our seals set to, That God is true, And reigns a King for ever, 2 Omnipotent Redeemer, Our ransomed souls adore thee : Our Saviour thou, We find it now, And give thee all the glory. We sing thine arm unshorten'd, Brought through our sore temptation ; With heart and voice In thee rejoice, The God of our salvation. 3 Thine arm hath safely brought us A way no more expected, Than when thy sheep Pass'd thro' the deep, By crystal walls protected. Thy glory was our rear-ward, Thine hand our lives did cover, And we, ev'n we, Have pass'd the sea, And march'd triumphant over, 264 For Believers Fighting. 4 The world's and Satan's malice Thou, Jesus, hast confounded ; And, by thy grace, With songs of praise Our happy souls resounded. Accepting our deliverance, We triumph in thy favour, And for the love, Which now we prove, Shall praise thy name for ever. HYMN 277- [s. m.] 1 TESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, ** In glorious strength array' d, His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad. Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesu's mighty love ; Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, To him who rules above. 2 Extol his kingly power ; Kiss the exalted Son, Who died, and lives, to die no more, High on his Father's throne : Our Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross. 3 That bloody banner see, And, in your Captain's sight, Fight the good fight of faith with me, My fellow- soldiers, fight ! In mighty phalanx join'd, To battle all proceed ; Arm'd with the' unconquerable mind Which was in Christ your Head. 1 For Believers Fighting. 265 Urge on your rapid course, Ye blood-besprinkled bands ; The heavenly kingdom suffers force ; 'Tis seized by violent hands : See there the starry crown That glitters through the skies ! Satan, the world, and sin, tread down, And take the glorious prize ! Through much distress and pain, Through many a conflict here, Through blood, ye must the entrance gain ; Yet, O disdain to fear ! " Courage!" your Captain cries, Who all your toil foreknew ; " Toil ye shall have ; yet all despise, " I have o'ercome for you." The world cannot withstand Its ancient Conqueror ; The world must sink beneath the hand Which arms us for the war : This is our victory ! Before our faith they fall ; Jesus hath died for you and me ; Believe, and conquer all. HYMN 278. [8 lines, 7's $ 6Y] David and Goliath. 1 Sam. xvii. V\THO is this gigantic foe * * That proudly stalks along, Overlooks the crowd below, In brazen armour strong ? Loudly of his strength he boasts, On his sword and spear relies ; Meets the God of Israel's hosts, And all their force defies. 266 For Believers Fighting. 2 Tallest of the earth-born race, They tremble at his power, Flee before the monster's face, And own him conqueror. — Who this mighty champion is, Nature answers from within ; He is my own wickedness, My own besetting sin. 3 In the strength of Jesu's name, I with the monster fight ; Feeble and unarm' d I am, But Jesus is my might : Mindful of his mercies past, Still I trust the same to prove ; Still my helpless soul I cast On his redeeming love. 4 With my sling and stone I go To fight the Philistine ; God hath said it shall be so, And I shall conquer sin : On his promise I rely, Trust in an Almighty Lord ; Sure to win the victory, For he hath spoke the word. 5 In the strength of God I rise, I run to meet my foe ; Faith the word of power applies, And lays the giant low : Faith in Jesu's conquering name Slings the sin-destroying stone ; Points the word's unerring aim, And brings the monster down. 6 Rise, ye men of Israel, rise, Your routed foe pursue ; Shout his praises to the skies, Who conquers sin for you : For Believers Fighting. 267 Jesus doth for you appear, He his conquering grace affords ; Saves you, not with sword and spear, The battle is the Lord's. 7 Every day the Lord of Hosts His mighty power displays ; Stills the proud Philistine's boast, The threat 'ning Gittite slays : Israel's God let all below Conqueror over sin proclaim ; O that all the earth might know The power of Jesu's name ! HYMN 279. |>. m.] 1 O HALL I, for fear of feeble man, ^ The Spirit's course in me restrain ? — Or, undismay'd in deed and word, Be a true witness for my Lord ? 2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I Conceal the word of God most high ? How then before thee shall I dare To stand, or how thine anger bear ? 3 Shall I, to soothe the' unholy throng, Soften thy truths, and smoothe my tongue, To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross, endured, my God, by thee ? 4 What then is he whose scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid ? A man ! an heir of death ! a slave To sin ! a bubble on the wave ! 5 Yea, let men rage, since thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head ; Since in all pain thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove. 268 For Believers Fighting. 6 Saviour of men, thy searching eye Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry ! Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, Or the world's pleasures, or its praise ? 7 The love of Christ doth me constrain To seek the wandering souls of men ; With cries, entreaties, tears, to save, To snatch them from the gaping grave. 8 For this let men revile my name ; No cross I shun, I fear no shame : All hail, reproach ! and welcome pain ! Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain. 9 My life, my blood, I here present, If for thy truth they may be spent ; Fulfil thy sovereign counsel, Lord ! Thy will be done, thy name ador'd ! 10 Give me thy strength, O God of power ; Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness will I be : 'Tis fix'd ; I can do all through thee ! HYMN 280. [c. m.] 1 HHHE Lord is King, and earth submits, A Howe'er impatient, to his sway ; Between the Cherubim he sits, And makes his restless foes obey. 2 All power is to our Jesus given ; O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns ; He mildly rules the hosts of heaven ; And holds the power of hell in chains. For Believers Fighting. 269 3 In vain doth Satan rage his hour, Beyond his chain he cannot go ; Our Jesus shall stir up his power, And soon avenge us of our foe. 4 Jesus shall his great arm reveal ; Jesus, the woman's conquering Seed, (Though now the Serpent bruise his heel,) Jesus shall bruise the Serpent's head. 5 The enemy his tares hath sown, But Christ shall shortly root them up, Shall cast the dire Accuser down, And disappoint his children's hope : 6 Shall still the proud Philistine's noise, Baffle the sons of unbelief; Nor long permit them to rejoice, But turn their triumph into grief. 7 Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn ; Scatter thy foes, victorious King : And Gath and Askelon shall mourn, And all the sons of God shall sing : 8 Shall magnify the sovereign grace Of him that sits upon the throne ; And earth and heaven conspire to praise Jehovah, and his conquering Son. HYMN 281. [4 lines 8's, §• 2-6'*.] FIRST PART. 1 A RE there not in the labourer's day ■£*- Twelve hours, in which he safely may His calling's work pursue ? Though sin and Satan still are near, Nor sin nor Satan can I fear, With Jesus in my view. 270 For Believers Fighting. 2 Not all the powers of hell can fright A soul that walks with Christ in light : He walks and cannot fall : Clearly he sees, and wins his way, Shining unto the perfect day, And more than conquers all. 3 Light of the world ! thy beams I bless ! On thee, bright Sun of Righteousness, My faith hath fix'd its eye ; Guided by thee, through all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below, For thou art always nigh. 4 Ten thousand snares my paths beset ; Yet will I, Lord, the work complete, Which thou to me hast given ; Regardless of the pains I feel, Close by the gates of death and hell, I urge my way to heaven. 5 Still will I strive, and labour still With humble zeal, to do thy will, And trust in thy defence : My soul into thy hands I give ; And, if he can obtain thy leave, Let Satan pluck me thence ! HYMN 282. [4 lines 8's, Sf 2-6V] SECOND PART. 1 TJUT can it be, that I should prove J^ For ever faithful to thy love, From sin for ever cease ! I thank thee for the blessed hope ; It lifts my drooping spirits up, It gives mc back my peace. For Believers Fighting. 271 2 In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Mighty, and merciful, and just ; Thy sacred word is past ; And I, who dare thy word receive, Without committing sin shall live, Shall live to God at last. 3 I rest in thine almighty power ; The name of Jesus is a tower, That hides my life ahove : Thou canst, thou wilt my Helper be ; My confidence is all in thee, The faithful God of Love. 4 While still to thee for help I call, Thou wilt not suffer me to fall, Thou canst not let me sin ; And thou shalt give me power to pray, Till all my sins are purged away, And all thy mind brought in. 5 Wherefore, in never-ceasing prayer, My soul to thy continual care I faithfully commend ! Assured that thou through life shalt save, And show thyself beyond the grave My everlasting Friend. HYMN 283. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 r\ GOD, my hope, my heavenly rest, ^-J My all of happiness below, Grant my importunate request, To me, to me, thy goodness show : Thy beatific face display, The brightness of eternal day ! 272 Fo?* Believers Fighting. 2 Before my faith's enlighten' d eyes Make all thy gracious goodness pass ; Thy goodness is the sight I prize : O may I see thy smiling face ! Thy nature in my soul proclaim, Reveal thy love, thy glorious name ! 3 There in the place beside thy throne, Where all that find acceptance stand, Receive me up into thy Son ; Cover me with thy mighty hand ; Set me upon the Rock, and hide My soul in Jesu's wounded side. 4 O put me in the cleft ; empower My soul the glorious sight to bear ! Descend in this accepted hour ; Pass by me, and thy name declare ; Thy wrath withdraw, thy hand remove, And show thyself the God of Love. HYMN 284. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 HPO thee, great God of Love ! I bow, ■*■ And prostrate in thy sight adore : By faith I see thee passing now ; I have, but still I ask for more ; A glimpse of love cannot suffice ! My soul for all thy presence cries. 2 The fulness of my vast reward A blest eternity shall be ; But hast thou not on earth prepar'd Some better thing than this for me ? What, — but one drop ! — one transient sight ! I want a sun, — a sea of light. For Believers Fighting. 273 3 Moses thy backward parts might view, But not a perfect sight obtain ; The Gospel doth thy fulness show To us, by the commandment slain : The dead to sin shall find the grace ; The pure in heart shall see thy face. 4 More favour' d than the saints of old, — Who now by faith approach to thee, Shall all with open face behold In Christ the glorious Deity ; Shall see and put the Godhead on, The nature of thy sinless Son ! 5 This, this is our high calling's prize ! Thine image in thy Son I claim ; And still to higher glories rise, Till all transform'd I know^ thy name, And glide to all my heaven above, My highest heaven of Jesu's love. HYMN 285. [l. m.] 1 /^OME, Saviour, Jesus, from above ! ^^ Assist me with thy heavenly grace ; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place, 2 O let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free, Which pants to have no other will, But day and night to feast on thee. 3 While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue ; I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its glittering snares, adieu ! S 274 For Believers Fighting. 4 That path with humble speed FU seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine ; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine. 5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul ; Possess it thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Wealth, honour, pleasure, and what else This short- enduring world can give, Tempt as ye will, my soul repels, To Christ alone resolv'd to live. 7 Thee I can love, and thee alone, With pure delight and inward bliss : To know thou tak'st me for thine own, O what a happiness is this ! 8 Nothing on earth do I desire, But thy pure love within my breast : This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest. HYMN 286. [l. m.] 1 A BRAHAM, when severely tried, ■^"^ His faith by his obedience show'd He with the harsh command complied, And gave his Isaac back to God. 2 His son the father offer'd up, Son of his age, his only son, Object of all his joy and hope, And less belov'd than God alone. For Believers Fighting. 275 3 O for a faith like his, that we The bright example may pursue ; May gladly give up all to thee, To whom our more than all is due ! 4 Now, Lord, to thee our all we leave ; Our willing soul thy call obeys ; Pleasure, and wealth, and fame we give, Freedom, and life, — to win thy grace. 5 Is there a thing than life more dear ? A thing from which we cannot part ? We can ; we now rejoice to tear The idol from our bleeding heart. 6 Jesus, accept our sacrifice ; All things for thee we count but loss ; Lo ! at thy word our Isaac dies, Dies on the altar of thy cross. 7 For what to thee, O Lord, we give, A hundred-fold we here obtain ; And soon with thee shall all receive, And loss shall be eternal gain. HYMN 287. [8 lines 7'*-] OMNIPRESENT God ! whose aid No one ever ask'd in vain, Be this night about my bed, Every evil thought restrain : Lay thy hand upon my soul, God of my unguarded hours ! All my enemies control, Hell, and earth, and nature's powers. S 2 276 For Believers Fighting. 2 O thou jealous God! come down, God of spotless purity ; Claim, and seize me for thy own, Consecrate my heart to thee : Under thy protection take ; Songs in the night season give ; Let me sleep to thee, and wake ; Let me die to thee, and live. 3 Only tell me I am thine, And thou wilt not quit thy right ; Answer me in dreams divine, Dreams and visions of the night : Bid me even in sleep go on, Restlessly my God desire ; Mourn for God in every groan, God in every thought require. 4 Loose me from the chains of sense, Set me from the body free ; Draw with stronger influence My unfetter' d soul to thee : In me, Lord, thyself reveal ; Fill me with a sweet surprise ; Let me thee, when waking, feel, Let me in thy image rise. HYMN 288. [4 lines 8's, £ 2-6'*.] 1 r^ GOD, thy faithfulness I plead ! *<-J My present help in time of need, My great Deliverer thou ! Haste to my aid, thine ear incline, And rescue this poor soul of mine ! I claim the promise now ! For Believers Fighting. 277 2 Where is the way ? Ah, show me where, That I thy mercy may declare, The power that sets me free : How can I my destruction shun ? How can I from my nature run ? Answer, O God, for me ! 3 One only way the erring mind Of man, short-sighted man, can find, From inbred sin to fly : Stronger than love, I fondly thought, Death, only death, can cut the knot, Which love cannot untie. 4 But thou, O Lord, art full of grace ; Thy love can find a thousand ways To foolish man unknown : My soul upon thy love I cast ; I rest me till the storm is past, Upon thy love alone. 5 Thy faithful, wise, and mighty love Shall every stumbling-block remove, And make an open way : Thy love shall burst the shades of death, And bear me, from the gulf beneath, To everlasting day. HYMN 289. [>. m.] 1 f^ OD of my life, whose gracious power ^J Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turn'd aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head ; 278 For Believers Fighting. 2 In all my ways thy hand I own, Thy ruling Providence I see : Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to thee. 3 Oft hath the sea confess'd thy power, And given me back at thy command ; It could not, Lord, my life devour, Safe in the hollow of thine hand. 4 Oft from the margin of the grave Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head ; Sudden, I found thee near to save ; The fever own'd thy touch, and fled. 5 Whither, O whither should I fly, But to my loving Saviour's breast ! Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest. 6 I have no skill the snare to shun, But thou, O Christ, my Wisdom art ; 1 ever into ruin run, But thou art greater than my heart. 7 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known ; Bring me, where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone. 8 Enlarge my heart to make thee room ; Enter, and in me ever stay ; The crooked then shall straight become ; The darkness shall be lost in day. For Believers Fighting. 279 HYMN 290. [>. M.] 1 A If Y GOD, if I may call thee mine, ± Y A From heaven and thee remov'd so far ; Draw nigh ; thy pitying ear incline, And cast not out my languid prayer. 2 Gently the weak thou lov'st to lead, Thou lov'st to prop the feeble knee ; O break not then a bruised reed, Nor quench the smoking flax in me !, 3 Buried in sin, thy voice I hear, And burst the barriers of my tomb, In all the marks of death appear, — Forth at thy call, though bound, I come. 4 Give me, O give me, fully, Lord, Thy resurrection's power to know ; Free me indeed, repeat the word, And loose my bands, and let me go ! 5 Fain would I go to thee, my God, Thy mercies and my wants to tell ; To feel my pardon seal'd in blood, Saviour, thy love I wait to feel. 6 Freed from the power of cancelled sin, When shall my soul triumphant prove ? Why breaks not out the fire within In flames of joy, and praise, and love ? 7 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires ; Jesus, to thee I plight my vows ; Keep me from earthly, base desires, My God, my Saviour, and my Spouse. 8 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss, Thou art the good I seek below ; Fulness of joy in thee there is, Without,— 'tis misery all, and woe. 280 For Believers Fighting. HYMN 291. [l. m.] 1 T^ONDLY my foolish heart essays A- To' augment the source of perfect bliss, Love's all-sufficient sea to raise With drops of creature -happiness. 2 O Love, thy sovereign aid impart, And guard the gift thyself hast given : My portion Thou, my treasure, art, And life, and happiness, and heaven. 3 Would aught on earth my wishes share, Though dear as life the idol be, The idol from my breast I'd tear, Resolv'd to seek my all in thee. 4 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, To thee, my Lord, I here restore ; Gladly I all for thee resign ; Give me thyself, I ask no more. HYMN 292. [8 lines, 7's, &s, §■ 1-8.] 1 rTHO the haven of thy breast, A O Son of Man, I fly! Be my refuge and my rest, For O ! the storm is high ! Save me from the furious blast ; A covert from the tempest be ! Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water -spring To a dry, barren place, O descend on me, and bring Thy sweet refreshing grace ! For Believers Fighting. 281 O'er a parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin : 0 how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour ! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy power. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun ; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun : Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint, Till thou the abiding Spirit breathe, Every moment, Lord, I want The merit of thy death. 5 Never shall I want it less, When thou the gift hast given, Fill'd me with thy righteousness, And seal'd the heir of heaven : 1 shall hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see ; Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. HYMN 293. [l. m.] 1 TESUS, my King, to thee I bow, J Enlisted under thy command ; Captain of my salvation, thou Shalt lead me to the promised land, 282 Fo7% Believers Fighting. 2 Thou hast a great deliverance wrought, The staff from off my shoulder broke ! Out of the house of bondage brought, And freed me from the' Egyptian yoke. 3 O'er the vast howling wilderness, To Canaan's bounds thou hast me led ; Thou bidd'st me now the land possess, And on thy milk and honey feed. 4 I see an open door of hope ; Legions of sin in vain oppose ; Bold I with thee, my Head, march up, And triumph o'er a world of foes. 5 Gigantic lusts come forth to fight, I mark, disdain, and all break through ; I tread them down in Jesu's might, Through Jesus I can all things do. 6 Lo ! the tall sons of Anak rise ! Who can the sons of Anak meet ? Captain, to thee I lift mine eyes, And, lo ! they fall beneath my feet. 7 Passion, and appetite, and pride, (Pride, my old, dreadful tyrant-foe,) I see cast down on every side, And, conquering, I to conquer go. 8 My Lord in my behalf appears ; Captain, thy strength-inspiring eye Scatters my doubts, dispels my fears, And makes the host of aliens fly. 9 Who can before my Captain stand ? Who is so great a King as mine ? High over all is thy right hand, And might and majesty are thine ! 283 SECTION III. For Believers Praying. HYMN 294. [6 lines 8'*.] 1 TESUS, thou sovereign Lord of all, *J The same through one eternal day, Attend thy feeblest followers' call, And O instruct us how to pray ! Pour out the supplicating grace, And stir us up to seek thy face ! 2 We cannot think a gracious thought, We cannot feel a good desire, Till thou, who calPdst a world from nought, The power into our hearts inspire ; And then we in thy Spirit groan, And then we give thee back thine own. 3 Jesus, regard the joint complaint Of all thy tempted followers here ! And now supply the common want, And send us down the Comforter : The spirit of ceaseless prayer impart, And fix thy Agent in our heart. 4 To help our soul's infirmity, To heal thy sin-sick people's care, To urge our God-commanding plea, And make our hearts a house of prayer, The promised Intercessor give, And let us now thyself receive. 5 Come in thy pleading Spirit down, To us who for thy coming stay ; Of all thy gifts we ask but one, We ask the constant power to pray : Indulge us, Lord, in this request, Thou canst not then deny the rest. -284 For Believers Praying. HYMN 295. [8 lines, ?'*5 6\?, §• 1-8.] Luke xviii. 1. 1 /^