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" % • Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 1840, by HIRAM MAY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Western District of New- York. : NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC The compiler of the following volume of hymns would not be considered as undervaluing similar publications, from which himself, as well as others, have received great spiritual edification and comfort ; but having had some opportunity to make a selection, such as he hopes will aid in the private, social, and religious devotions of Christians; and believing that such a work is called for within the bounds of our own com- munion, he presents this first edition of "The Harp" to the notice of the Christian Public, hoping for their indulgence in what might not appear the most judicious, and praying that a blessing may attend its perusal among all classes of Christians. Respectfully, HIRAM MAY. Covington, N. Y., 1840. CONTENTS PAGE Awake, Jerusalem, awake, 15 All who seek a throne of grace, 24 Am I a soldier of the cross, 20 Am I prepared to die, 32 Ah! what is life, I heard one ask? 58 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! 105 A warrior fallen! a warrior fallen! 126 A poor wayfaring man of grief, 134 Art thou a Christian? &c. 138 Ah, give me, Lord, my sins to mourn, 151 A few more days of pain and wo, 156 Among the Hebrew captives? 160 Alas! alas! poor little thing, 180 As much have I of worldly good, 208 A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made, 227 Awake my soul in joyful lays, 232 Adieu! my dear brethren, adieu! 252 Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, 260 Away, my unbelieving fear, 299 A people call'd Christians, 305 Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound, 308 Away, my doubts, begone my fears, 316 Awake! O, guilty world awake! 319 Brethren, we are met for worship, 27 By whom was David taught? 55 Brethren, while we sojourn here, 65 Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed, &c. 86 Barren still this tree is found, 172 By faith I view my Saviour dying, 205 Before Elisha's gate, 222 Behold a stranger at the door, 277 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring, 332 CONTENTS. Chide not the lingering hours of life, 35 Count not thy days that have idly, &c. 72 Come and taste aiong with me, 78 Come, warm my heart, celestial fire, 94 Come, ye that love the Lord indeed, 192 Camp meetings with success are crowned, 254 Come, humble sinner, in, &c. 51 Come, all ye young people, &c. 57 Child, amidst the flowers at play, 231 Come, my brethren dear, 235 Come, let us anew our journey pursue, 249 Come, brethren and sisters, 257 Come, brethren and sisters, 259 Come friends and relations, let's join, &c. 335 Come ye that love my Lord and Master, 328 Come, ye disconsolate, 281 Come, my dear brethren, for awhile, 306 Come, listening angels assist me to sing, 339 Dread Sovereign let my evening song, 15 Death, he is the king of terrors, 80 Daniel's wisdom may I know, 119 Drooping souls, no longer grieve, 264 Delay not — delay not — 266 Encouraged by thy word, 221 Earth with her ten thousand flowers, 2S8 Exceedingly sorrowful, even to death, 331 Free, yet in chains, the mountain, &c. 36 From Greenland's icy mountains, 85 From whence doth this union arise, 48 Farewell, all worldly honors, ■ 64 Farewell! beloved companions, 67 From o'er the Rocky Mountains, 96 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 115 Fallen on Zion's battle hill, 133 From all that's mortal, all that's vain, 146 Fleet as the arrow through the air, 216 CONTENTS. VI I From every stormy wind that blows, 251 Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 295 FarewHl my dear brethren, 301 From the realms where the day, &c. 357 Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, 239 Go to dark Gethsemane. 240 Holy Bible, Book divine, 21 How hath he loved us] Ask the star, 41 Hast thou a brother unreclaimed? 44 Hark! what is that note, &c. 56 Hark! brethren don't you hear, &c 59 H<>w sweet the thought while, &e. 69 Hail to the Lord's anointed! 92 Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright! 129 Hail! God the Father, glorious light! 144 Hark! with each passing breeze I hear, 178 Hail, ye missionary bands! 193 Have ye heard, have ye heard of that, &c. 199 Hark! it is the bell of prayer, 200 Hear the Gospel trumpet sounding, 230 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus! 237 Hark! my soul — it is the Lord, 261 Hearts of stone, relent, relent! 267 Hear the joyful proclamation, 270 How painfully pleasing the fond, &c. 294 Hail the blest morn when the great, &c. 298 How precious is the name! .850 How firm a foundation, ye saints, &c, 359 I love to steal awhile, &c. 23 In deep surprise I sought, &c. 37 I asked her when in beauty dressed, 46 In airy dreams of gay delight, 63 In what confusion earth appears, 84 I'm on my way to Canaan, 112 In dedark wood, no Indian nigh, 197 rill CONTENTS. Irnmanuel reigns: the long foretold, &c. 198 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 300 I would not live alway, I ask not to stay, 296 I love the holy Son of God, 272 Inquirer of secret devotion, 279 In evil long I took delight, 287 I greatly lamented the death of my Savior, 346 Jesus, dear name, how sweet, &c 31 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 47 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, enthroned, &c. 137 Jesus in truth and power divine, 154 Jesus came into the world, 157 Jesus, my pattern and my guide, 224 Jesus to every willing mind, 225 Jesus, thy love shall we forget, 241 Jesus while he dwelt below, 243 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 312 Jesus! and shall it ever be, 355 Know then that every soul is free, 141 Love brings to Christ a burning heart, 29 Listen ye sprightly, and attend ye, &c. 110 Long time I bow'd to folly's shrine, 168. Like snow that falls where waters glide, 170 Lord, search and try this heart of mine, 246 Long since with blest emotion, 247 Lord of universal nature, 338 My days, my weeks, my, &c. 53 My God, though every earthly hope, 70 My husband, there are reasons, &c. 71 My dearest friends in bonds of love, 120 My hope, my all, my Saviour there, 155 My years roll on in silent course, 179 Mid scenes of confusion, &c. 228 My soul's full of glory, 255 "Mercy, O thou son of David!" 321 C O N TENTS. Now in a song of grateful praise, "244 Of Him who did salvation bring, 25 One gong of praise, one song of prayer, 42 O God of mercy, grace and truth, 75 O land of rest, we look to thee, 101 Oh, what is man of hope deprived! 107 On they pressed, 'mid hope and fear, 118 One there is above all others, 155 O heavenly muse! my breast inspire, 165 Oh! careless sinner, come, 185 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, 201 O how charming! — O how charming! 203 O where are the men with virtue endow'd, 245 Oh, come my heart and let us take, 262 Once more, welcome dearest friends, 275 O for a breeze of heavenly love, 317 Old people, will you still despise, 340 O God of all grace, thy goodness we praise, 342 Oft has my fruitful mind been led, 351 Pray on my brethren in the Lord, 19 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 128 Praise, praise the Lord, ho! all, &c. 210 Precious Bible! what a treasure, 213 Prayer its way to God can find, 310 Raise the christian standard higher, 108 Raise thoughtless sinner, &c. 16 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings, 122 Remember, sinful youth, 152 Rock of ages cleft for me, 202 Supported by the word, 17 Soldiers of the cross arise, 73 Sweet is the early breath of morn, 97 Since man by sin has lost his God, 183 Savior, we have long been sighing, 189 Saw ye where the Savior kept, 190 CON T E N I 8 . Say, Eliza, have you seen, 104 "Stand by!" cried the Pharisee, &c. 196 See I he Lord of glory dying, . 242 Some cast their every care, 278 Saw ye my Savior, 288 Stop, pour sinner! slop and think, '303 Sovereign grace has power alone, 327 'Twas when the seas, &c. 18 The day is past and gone, 18 There is heaven o'er yonder, &c. 22 There is a fountain fill'd with, &c. 26 The bark was frail, the &c. 28 Though faint, and sick, &c. 33 Thou art gone to the grave, 34 The cold wind swept the mountain, &c. 39 That I shall die, full well I know, 40 There is a treasure richer far, 52 The reason we Igve friendship, 61 The Great God of love hath shown, &c. 77 The great tremendous day's approaching, 82 Thus saith the Lord of glory, 89 The lightning's bright flash, 91 Trust in heaven! — when o'er thy path, 104 Thy neighbor? It is he whom thou, 106 To leave my dear friends, and with, &c. 116 The more we live, more brief appear, 136 There is a hope! — a bL-ssed hope, 141 Through all the world below, 148 This world is beautiful and bright, 207 There is a stream whose narrow tide, 209 There is a star whose heavenly light, 212 The fading world promiscuous flows, 214 'Tis a point I long to know, 215 The worth of truth no tongue can tell, 233 Though in the outward church below, 269 'Tis low down in the beautiful vallev, 271 C O N T E N T S . XI The Son of man they did betray, 290 The whirlwind passed by, 292 They have gone to the land, 297 The Christians of old united in one, 318 To-day, if you will hear his voice, 320 There is a land of pleasure, 322 The Lord into his garden come, 324 This world is all a fleeting show 326 To see his harp — once tuneful harp, 336 'Tis built on a rock and the tempest may rave, 343 The fields are all white, the harvest is near, 348 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels, &c. 352 The voice of free grace cries escape, &c. 356 Vital spark of heavenly flame, 25 When secret sins before us rise, 74 Where two or three together meet, 91 When gathering clouds around I view, 98 With courage bold the watchmen stand, 100 When strangers stand, and hear me tell, 102 What is the thing of highest price, 103 When the prodigal returned, 109 Why, O, my soul, why thus depressed, 117 When we our weary limbs to rest, 123 While nature was sinking in stillness, &c. 124 Well! blessed Savior, calTst thou me, 131 When Joseph his brethren beheld, 142 What's this that steals, 13 Watchman! tell us of the night, 21 Watcher! Who wakest by the bed of pain, 43 Why should vain mortals tremble, &c. 49 While with ceaseless course, the sun, 62 What is death? Let mortals say, 66 What is the world? a wildering, &c. 72 We are hastening on : we are hastening on, 158 While within my garden roving, 166 When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care, 171 CONTENTS. When Jesus dwelt on earth below, 173 When persecution rears its head, 175 Who'd be a Missionary's bride? 176 Why should we be affrighted, &c. 181 While marshall'd on the nightly plains, 184 When the repentant Mary came, 187 When toss'd on error's stormy tide, 188 When the fierce north wind, 218 What various hindrances we meet, 220 What heavenly music do I hear, 226 When pulse heats low, and cheeks grow pale, 235 When through the torn sail, 250 When. I survey the wondrous cross, 268 When for eternal worlds we steer, 274 When shall we all meet again? 333 What peace and what comfort, what joy, &c. 353 Ye morning star?, that sing, &c. 31 Yea, if God blesses, I'm blessed, 38 Yes, my native land, I love thee, 45 Yes, there's one place like home, &c. 127 Ye brave and bold, ye brisk and dull, 147 Ye saints attend the Savior's voice, 234 Ye people away, 250 Ye angelic messengers bright, 282 Young people all attention give, 313 Ye carnal professors, 329 i? \ [ , S A M l. La^ lVorrfs 0/ Bishop McKendree. "ALL IS WELL." 1 VtnJAT'S this that steals— That steals upon my frame? Is it Death! Is it Death? That soon will quench — Will quench this vital flame? Is it Death! Is it Death! If this be Death, I soon shall be From every pain and sorrow free; 1 shall my King in Glory see: All is well, all is well! 2 Weep not my friends, My friends, weep not for me; All is well, all is well! My sins are pardon'd; Fardon'd ! I am free! All is well, all is well! Tree's not a cloud that doth arise, To hide my Jesus from my eyes; I soon shall mount the upper skies All is well, all is well! B 14 T II E *II ARP. 3 Tune, time your harps — Your harps, ye saints in glory! All is well, all is well! I will rehearse — Rehearse the pleasing story; All is well, all is we!!! Bright angels are from glory come, They're round my bed, they're in my room; They wait to waft my spirit home — All is well, all is well! 4 Hark ! hark, my Lord! My Lord and Master calls me — All is well, all is well! I soon shall see — Shall see his face in glory — All is well, all is well! Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu! I can no longer stay with you, My glittering crown appears in view,. All is well, all is well! 5 Hail, hail, all hail! All hail, ye saints in glory! Saved by grace — sav'd by grace; I've come to join — To join your blood-wash'd throng — Sav'd by grace — sav'd by grace : All, all is peace and joy divine, And heaven and glory all are mine! All hallelujah to the Lamb: All is well, all is well! ! ii r H \ i: p 1 9 2. Jerusalem, AiraLe! 1 * WAKE, Jerusalem, awake, /';t>n, put on thy strength, Put on thy beautiful garments, Put on thy beautiful garments, < >, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! Put on thy beautiful garments! 3. A a Evening Hymn. BY WATTS. 1 | >RKAD Sovereign, let my evening song, Like holy incense rise; t . Assist the onViugs of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepared. 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, Hut ( ), how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! •1 What have I done for him who died To save my wretched sou!! How are my follies multiplied, Fast as my minutes roll! 16 T H E II A R P 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renevv'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my Gad, Or on my Savior's breast. 4. Weighed in the Balauct. 1 13 AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye : Behold the judgment drawing nigh! Behold the balance is display'd, And thou must be exactly weighed. 2 See in one scale, God's holy law; Mark with what force its precepts draw: Canst thou the awful test sustain? Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! 3 Behold the hand of God appears And writes in dreadful characters 'TekeP — thy soul is wanting found, With trembling hear the awful sound! 4 Let fear thy sin-bound heart embrace Let guilty shame o'erspread thy face, , Conviction through thy conscience roll; And deep repentance fill thy soul. 5 One only hope can yet prevail; Jesus for thee can turn the scale; Can give thy guilty conscience peace* And save thee by his righteousness. THE HARP. 17 5. Triumph of Faith. SUPPORTED by the word Though in himself a worm, The servant of the Lord Can wondrous acts perform. Without, dismay he boldly treads Where'er the path of duty leads. 2 The haughty king in vain, With fury on his brow, Believers would constrain To golden gods to bow: The furnace could not make them fear Because they knew the Lord was near. 3 As vain was the decree Which charged them not to pray, Daniel still bow'd the knee And worshipp'd thrice a day: Trusting in God he feared not men Though threatened with the lion's den. 4 The Lord is still the same; A mighty shield and tower, And they who trust his name Are guided by his power: He can the rage of lions tame And bear them harmless through the flame. .5 Yet we too often shrink, When trials are in view, Expecting we must sink And never nan get through: 18 THE HARP. But could we once believe, indeed, From all these fears we should be freed. 6. My Father's at the Helm. 1 'rglWAS when the seas with horrid roar A little bark assail'd, And pallid fear, with awful power, O'er each on board prevail'd; *2 Save one — the captain's darling child, Who fearless view'd the storm, And playful with composure smil'd At danger's threatening form. 3 Why sporting thus, a seaman cries, Whilst sorrows overwhelm? 'Why yield to grief?' — the boy replies; ♦My Father .'s at the helm!' 4 Poor doubting soul, from hence be taught How groundless is thy fear; Think what the power of Christ hath wrought. And he is ever near. 5 Then upward look, how'er distress'd, Jesus will guide thee home To that eternal port of rest Where storms shall never come. 7. Close of Day. 1 PjpHE day is past and gone, The evening shades appear: O may we all remember well, The nisht of death draws near. THE HARP. 19 2 We lay our garments Dy, Upon our beds to rest: So death will soon disrobe us all I Of what we here possess. 3 Lord keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And if we early rise, And view the unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. u Then when our days are past, And we from time remove, O may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thv love.- 8. Pray on, Brethren. 1 IpRAY on my brethren in the Lord, Pray till you feel the power of God, Pray till he drive your doubts away, Pray till you see the gospel day. 2 Pray for the mourners; see their grief; Pray till the mourners find relief, Pray for the wicked, everywhere, Pray that your garments may be clear. 3 Soon you shall have your heart's desire^ Soon Gcd will answer as by fire; You'll see th' effect of fervent prayer In the abundant grace you share. 2Q T HE HARP 0. Soldier of the Cross. 1 i M I a soldier of the cross, -^- A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, — Or blush to speak his name? 2 Can I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease"? Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face, Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word, 5 The saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. CHORUS. A soldier for Jesus — Hallelujah! Praise ye my Lord — / love my Jesus, Hallelujah! Love and serve the Lord. T II E II A R P . 21 10. Value of the Bible. 1 T-JOLY Bible, Book Divine! Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came, Mine to teach me what I am. 2 Mine to chide me when I rove, Mine to show a Savior's love; Mine art thou to guide my feet, Mine to judge — condemn — acquit. 3 Mine to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless; Mine to show by living faith Man can triumph over death. 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom! O, thou precious book divine! Precious treasure! thou art mine. 1 11. Watchman! What of the night? "ITETATCHMAN! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are! Tav'ler! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory. beaming star! Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Trav'ler! yes; it brings the day, Promis'd day of Israel! 2 Watchman! tell us of the night; Higher yet the star ascends: og T HE II A R P Trav'ler! blessedness and light, Peace and truth its course portends! Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth'.' Trav'ler! ages are its own, See! it bursts o'er all the earth. 3. Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn: Trav'ler! darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn! Watchman! let thy wand'ring cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home: Trav'ler! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come! 12. Jesus is my Friend. 1 nnHERE is a heaven o'er yonder skies, A heaven where pleasure never dies; A heaven I sometimes hope lo see, But fear again tis not for me. chorus. But Jesus — Jesus, is my friend! O, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Jesus — Jesus is my friend! 2 The way is difficult and straight, And narrow is the Gospel gate; Ten thousand dangers are therein, Ten thousand snares to take me in. 3 I travel through a world of foes, Through conflicts sore my spirit goes; The tempter cries I ne'er shall stand Or rood) fair Canaan's happy land. THK HARP. 4 The way of danger I am in, Beset with Devils, men, and sin; But in this way thy track I see, And mark'd with blood it seems to be. 5 Come life, come death; come then what will, His footsteps I will follow still; Through dangers thick, and Hell's alarms, I shall be safe in his dear arms. (I Then, O my soul, arise and sing! Yonder's thy Savior, Friend, and King! With pleasing smiles he now looks down, And cries, 'Press on, and here's the crown.' 7 'Prove faithful then, a few more days; Fight the good right and win the race; And then thy soul with me shall reign; Thy head a crown of glory gain!' 13. Secret Devotion. 1 T LOVE to steal awhile away, From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day, In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all His promises to plead, Where none but God can- hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 24 T II E HART 4 I Jove by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heav'n; The prospect doth my strength renew While here by tempests driv'n. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 14. God is Present, Everywhere. 1 4 LL who seek a throne of grace Find one may, in every place: To those who love a life of prayer, Our God is present, everywhere. 2 In pining sickness, or in health; In poverty or growing wealth; The humble soul delights in prayer, And God is present, everywhere. 3 When Zion mourns and comforts fail, And all her foes do scoff and rail, 'Tis then a time for secret prayer, For God is present, everywhere. 4 When some backslide and others fall, And few are found who strive at all, The faithful find in secret prayer, That God is present, everywhere. 5 O, then my soul! in every strait, To the Almighty come and wait, Who sees, and every sigh doth hear, And he will answer all true prayer. THE II A R P 15. The Dying Christian. 1 "IflTAL spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O! quit this mortal frame: Trembling-, hoping, lingering, flying — O! the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease fond nature — cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! 2 Hark! they whisper; angels say, •Sister spirit, come away:' What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me my soul, can this be death! 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly 'O grave! where is thy victory! 'O death where is thy sting!' 16. Christ our Salvation, f\y Him who did Salvation bring, I could forever think and sing; Arise, ye needy! He'll relieve! Arise, ye guilty! He'll forgive! CHORUS. O, glory be to the Lord most high! Yes! glory be to the Lord most high' We'll sing his praises till we die, And after death, shout gl 2G THE HARP. 2 Ask but his grace and lb! 'tis given; Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven. Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus! thy balm can make it whole. 3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood, He closed his eyes to show us God; Let all the world fall down and know, That none but God such love can show. 4 'Tis thee I love; for thee alone I shed my tears and make my moan. Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love. 5 Insatiate to this spring I fly; I drink, and yet am ever dry: Ah! who against thy charms is proof! Ah! who that loves can love enough! 17. The Blood of Christ. 1 mHERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there would I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away! 3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransom'd church of God 13c saved to sin no more. THE HARP. 27 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. 18. Met for Worship. 1 "ORETRREN, we are met for worship And to adore the Lord our God: Will you pray with all your power, While I try to preach his word: All is vain unless the Spirit Of the Holy One comes down. Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be showered all around. 2 Don't you see, poor careless sinners, Slumbering on the brink of wo! Death is coming! hell is moving! Can you bear to let them go? See your fathers, and your mothers, And your children sinking down! Brethren, pray, with all your power, And the blessing will come down. 3 Don't you see the poor backsliders, Who were once near heaven's door! But they have despised the Savior, And arc worse than e'er before: 28 THE HARP Yet the Savior oilers pardon If they will to him return: Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be shower'd all around. ■i Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses' sisters helped him: "Will you seek the trembling mourners. Who are struggling hard with sin? Tell them all about the Savior; Tell them that he will be found! Sisters, pray, with all your power, And the blessing will come down. o Let us love the Lord supremely, Let us love each other too; Let us love, and pray for sinners Till the Lord makes all things new. Soon he'll take us up to heaven; At his table we'll sit down: Christ will gird himself and serve us With pure manna all around. 19. Peace, be Still. 1 rj^HE bark was frail, the shore was far, An angry tempest roused the deep; And 'mid the elemental jar, The Savior slept, or seem'd to sleep. 2 Lord save! they cry; the swelling sea And wind, which raged so loud and shrill, At once, their Master's voice obey, When Jesus whispei'd, [Peace, be still* THE II A R F . 29 3 O! 'Peace, be still!' on mortal ear Ne'er fell before such sounds of bliss; Never, on earth, can sinners hear A sentence blest more full than this. 4 Words may in after life, have power With calmer joy the heart to fill, But memory most will prize the hour., When mercy's voice said, 'Peace, be still? 20. A Melody on Faith. BY REV. J. MARSDEN. 1 y OVE brings to Christ a burning heart, Where 'living coals' forever glow; For he has been at wisdom's mart, Who feels this vital flame below. 2 Repentance brings a bleeding soul; The fountain gushes balmy tears; But though the waves of sorrow roll, Hope glimmers through a night of fears. 3 Obedience brings a chain of gold, Where links of active labor shine; She plows the field, or tends the fold, Draws in the yoke, or digs the mine. 4 Patience serene, with sweet accord, Offers a broad, a willing back, To bear the 'burdens of the Lord,' And trudge to bliss beneath the pack. 30 THE HARP 5 With eyes of love and wings of flame, And willing feet and working hand, Zeal builds a temple to his name, Or spreads his truth through every land, 6 But Faith has nothing, — she is poor, With empty hand and speaking eyes, A bankrupt nearest mercy's door, — Yet bold to ask immortal joys. 7 She builds a bower in sorrow's vale, And makes the promises a base; And chants the sweetly pleasing tale, 'I am a sinner saved by grace.' 8 She gives the soul a second sight, And brings the world of spirits nigh, Then cakes an eagle's soaring flight, To read the secrets of the sky. 21. How Changed! 1"|JNTHINKING, idle, wild and young, I laugh'd and talk'd, and danced and sung; And, proud of health, of freedom vain, Dreamt not of sickness, care or pain; Concluding, in these hours of glee, That all the world was made for me. 2 But when the days of trouble came; When sickness shook this trembling frame; When pleasure's gay pursuits were o'er, And I could dance and sing no more; It then occur'd how sad 'twould be, Were thia world only made for me." THE HARP. 31 22. Come and See. 1 TESUS, dear name, how sweet the sound! Replete with balm for every wound! His word declares his grace is free; Come, needy sinner, come and see. 2 He left the shining courts on high, Came to our world to bleed and die: Jesus, the God, hung on the tree: Come careless sinner, come and see. 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart Till death had done its dreadful part: Yet this dear love still burns to thee; Come harden'd sinner, come and see. 4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, And make the filthy leper clean; His blood at once avail'd for me, Come, guilty sinner, come and see. 23. On Christmas Day. BY REV. J. MARSDEN. 1 ' y U~E l morning stars that sing and shine Amid the firmament above; Ye living lustres, all divine, Like gems around the throne of love; Tho' sweet your bliss, tho' soft your light, And melting your melodious lay, Your purest lustre is but night, Before the Sun of heavenly day. 32 THE HARP. 2 Ye prophets, priests, and ancient seers, Or strong in youth, or wise with age; Lamps of the world in former years, Whose record is the sacred page, Your feebler, twinkling, glow-worm light, Was lost when Christ illumed the ball; Ye tapers of a Jewish night Vanished — the Sun eclipsed you all. 3 Till he arose the day was night, Though stars had twinkled in the gloom; Philosophy with glow-worm light, The boast of Egypt, Greece and Rome But dimly shone: — His purer morn On fane and altar brightly blazed, The 'Babe of Bethlehem' was born, And Jews adored, and Pagans gazed! 4 Then crown him, crown him Lord of all! In earth and heaven, sea and sky, Day star of our revolving ball, And ocean of eternal joy: — Joy then ye nations at his birth! An era pure of light and love, Sing mortals! y tis 'good will on earth.' And 'shout ye ?norning stars' 1 above! 24. "J Want to hear the Lord say so" 1 AMI prepared to die, To quit this vale of wo; That I may dwell with Christ on high, O! will he tell me so? THE HARP. 3o ; 2 I feel I'm not a saint — Shall I to heaven go? Yes, yes, I hope, but still I want To hear the Lord say so. 3 Ah ! then I would resign My all of good below; Nor would I murmur or repine If Jesus told me so. 4 Yes, then I would rejoice To leave this world of wo, And join with saints my feeble voice, If God would tell me so. 5 Then let me suffer pain A little while below, •'To live is Christ, to die is gain," The Scripture tells me so. 6 My sins are nil forgiven, I'm ready now to go; Tell sister I shall go to heaven, The Lord hath told me so. 25. The Widow's Prayer. 1 npHOUGH faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and wo, My widowed feet are doomed to stray 'Mid thorny paths below; "2 Be thou, O Lord, my Savior still — My confidence and guide! I know that perfect is thy will, U'hute'-or that will decide. 34 THE HARP. 3 I know the soul that trusts in thee Thou never wilt forsake: And though a bruised reed I be, That reed thou wilt not break. 4 Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go — Support me on my way; Though worn with poverty and wo, My sinking footsteps stay! 5 To give my weakness strength, O God, Thy staff shall yet avail: And though thou chasten with thy rod, That staff shall never fail. 26. On the Death of a Friend. 1 PTUiOU art gone to the grave! But we will not deplore thee, Tho' sorrow and darkness Encompass the tomb: The Saviour has pass'd through Its portais before thee, And the lamp of his love Is thy guide thro' the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! We no longer behold thee, Or tread the rough path Of the world by thy side; But the wide arms^of mercy Are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope. Since the sinless has died. THE HARP, 35 3 Thou art gone to the grave! And, its mansions forsaking, Perhaps thy tried spirit In doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heav'n Beam'd bright on thy waking, And the song that thou heardst Was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! It were wrong to deplore thee, For God was thy ransom, Thy guard, and thy guide; He gave thee, and took thee, And soon will restore thee, Where death hath no sting, Since the Savior hath died. 27. Time. 1 l^HIDE not the lingering hours of life, Its toils will soon be o'er, Its schemes of glory and of strife, Its dreams with disappointments rife, Will vex the heart no more — And yet the very souls that grieve A moment's weary track, Perhaps in after years would give A world to win it back. '2 Chide not the lingering lapse of time, Nor count its moments dull: For soon the bell, with mournful chime, Will waft the spirit to a clime T II E II A R ? More bright and beautiful! A land where grief will never fling Its darkness on the sou!; Where faith and hope shall gladly wing Their path without control. 3 Chide not Time's slow and silent hours, Though heavy they may seem! The past hath sought oblivion's shores — The present, which alone is ours, Is passing like a dream; And they who scarcely heed its track, Or wish its course more fast, With fruitless prayer may yet call back One moment of the past. 4 Chide not a moment's weary flight, Too soon it speeds away; And nearer brings the hour of night — And dimmer makes the feeble sight, — Then work while yet 'tis day! Thus shall life's morning ray depart. Without one vain regret, And death steal gladly on the heart. When life's bright sun has set. 28. The Communion of Saints. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY. i T^REE, yet in chains, the mountains stand* The valleys linked run through the land; In fellowship the forests thrive, And streams from streams their strength de?i vr. THE HARP. The cattle graze in flocks and herds;, In choirs and concerts sing the birds, Insects by millions ply the wing, And flowers in peaceful armies spring. li All nature is society, All nature's voices harmony, All colors blend to form pure light: Why, then, should Christians not unite! 4 Thus to the Father prayed the Son, "One may they be, as we are one, That I in them, and thou in me, They one with us may ever be." 5 Children of God, combine your bands, Brethren in charity, join hearts and hands, And pray — for so the Father willed — That the Son's prayer may be fulfilled. 6 Fulfilled in you,— fulfilled in all That on the name of Jesus call, And every covenant of love Ye bind on earth, be bound above. 29. The Saint's Rest. 1 TN deep suspense I sought to know, If on terrestrial ground, For man, a pilgrim here below, A resting place is found. 2 I sought in wealth, and fondly said, My hopes shall now be crowned; But cheering hope long since has fled: — No resting place I found. 38 THE HAR?, 3 With steps unwearied 1 pursued Gay pleasure's giddy round, And though with care I closely viewed, No resting place I found. 4 O'er friendship's flow'ry plains I ranged, Awhile her sky was clear, But ah! how soon the scene was changed: — No resting place was here. 5 I still sought on, (not yet resigned,) A resting place to gain, Till reason's voice thrilled through my mind, And said, "'Tis all in vain." 6 Disheartened with the fruitless chase, I said, "And can it be That there is not a resting place, For wearied ones like me." 7 Whenlo! a form Divine appeared; Her vision glowed with love: With accents sweet, my heart she cheered, And pointed me above. 8 I sought and found a resting place In Jesus's pardoning love, And now by faith I clearly trace A perfect rest above. 30. "God Bless you." PARTING WORDS OF A FRIEND. 1 V^EA, if God blesses, I am bless'd, Though all should frown beside! And in his smile of love may rest, Whatever ills betide. THE HARP SO 2 Yea, if he blesses, who can curse? Or if he curse, who can bless? His frown than even death is worse, His love doth life possess! 3 Yea, if he blesses, 'venom'd tongues Their poison spend in vain; A healing balm for all earth's wrong's His favor doth contain. 4 Yea, if he blesses, let e'en friends Suspect the heart they love! Approving heaven will make amends — "My record is above!" 5 Yea, if God blesses, all is mine Which his own children share; And may he bless my soul, and thine, Responds my fervent prayer. 31. The Mother. 1 HPHE cold winds swept the mountain height, And pathless was the dreary wild, And mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wander'd with her child — As through the drifting snow she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast. 2 And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow: [gone, Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was O God! she cried, in accents wild, If I must perish, save my child. 40 T II E II A R P J3 She strict her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapt the vest, And smiled to think the babe was warm; With one cold kiss, one tear she shed And sank upon a snowy bed. 4 At dawn a traveller pass'd by, And saw her 'neuth a snowy veil: The frost of death was on her eye, Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale: He moved the robe from off the child, It lived, look'd up, and sweetly smiled. 32. Oa Death. BY BENJAMIN SC1IM0LKE. 1 r f*HA T I shall die, full well I know; All human life is short and frail, Fleeting and vain are things below, All portion here must quickly fail. In mercy, Lord, direct my ways, That I in peace may end my days. 2 When I shall die, is all unknown, Except to thy omniscient mind: Lest then with life my hope be gone, May I from thee such favor find, That I may always ready be For death and for eternity. l\ How 7 shall die, is hidden too; Death does his work in varied forms; To some, with agonies of wo, t ir E ii a k p. 41 And some sink peaceful in his arms: Just as Thou will; — if, vvlien 'tis past, My soul be found with thee at last. 4 Where J shall die, too, — I know not, Nor where my sleeping dust be laid : Only be it my happy lot With saints redeemed to leave the dead, Small care to me the place affords, — The earth throughout is all the Lord's. 5 When'er in death I shall recline, Then let my soul ascend to thee; Through Christ's redemption I am thine, By faith his glories now I see, — 'Twill all be well, — I little prize, When, how, or where, this body lies. 33. Jesus. BY M H BY MRS. SIGOURNEY. OW hath he loved us?— Ask I he star That on its wondrous mission sped, Hung trembling o'er that manger scene, Where He, the Eternal, bowed his head; He, who of earth doth seal Uie doom, Found in her lowliest inn — no room. 2 Ask of Gethsemane whose dews Shrunk from that moisture strangely red, Which in that unwatched hour of pain His agonizing temples shed! The scourge, the thorn, whose anguish sore Like the tmansvverinfr lamb he bore. 42 THE HARP. «3 How hath he loved us? — Ask the cross, The Roman spear, the shrouded sky, Ask of the shrouded dead, who burst Their prisons at his fearful cry — ask no more! but bow thy pride, And yield thy heart to him who died. 34. "A Hundred Years Ago." BY J. MONTGOMERY. 1 j^|NE song of praise, one song of prayer, Around, above, below; Ye winds and waves, the burthen bear, "A hundred years ago!" "2 "A hundred years ago!"— What then? — There rose, the world to bless, A little band of faithful men, A cloud of witnesses. 3 It look'd but like a human hand; Few welcomed it, none fear'd; Yet, as it open'd o'er the land, The hand of God appear'd. 4 The Lord made bare his holy arm In sight of earth and hell: Fiends fled before it with alarm, And alien armies fell. 5 God gave the word, and great hath been The preachers' company; What wonders have our fathers seen! What signs their children see! THE H A K P . C One song of praise for mercies past, Through all our courts resound; One voice of prayer, that to the last, Grace may much more abound. 7 All hail "a hundred years ago!" — And when our lips are dumb, Be millions heard rejoicing so, A hundred years to come! 35. "Jesus of Nazareth Pdsseth byP BY MRS. SIGOURNEY. "VirATCHER! — Who wakest by the bed of pain, While the stars sweep on with their mid- night train, Stifling thy tear for thy loved one's sake, Holding thy breath lest his sleep should break; In thy loneliest hour there's a helper nigh, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 2 Stranger! — afar from thy native land, Whom no man takes with a brother's hand, Table and hearth-stone are glowing free, Casements are sparkling, but not for thee; There is one who can tell of a home on high, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 3 Sad one, in secret bending low, A dart in thy breast that the world may not know, Wrestling the favor of God to win, His seal of pardon for days of sin; Press on, press on, with thy prayerful cry, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 44 T H K HARP 4 Mourner! — who sit'st in the church yard lone, Scanning the lines on that marble stone, Plucking the weeds from thy children's bed, Planting the myrtle and rose instead; Look up from the tomb with thy tearful eye, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 5 Fading one, with the hectic streak, In thy* veins of lire and thy wasted chock, Fear'st thou tjie shade of the darken'd vale? Seek to the guide who can never fail; He hath trod it himself, he will hear thy sigh, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 36. Our Brethren. HY JOHN C. MOS8IE. 1 TTAST thou a brother unreclaimed — " A sister yet in sin, Who, though they listen to the truth, Feel not its power within? Oh, pray for them! — pray day and night, That they may yet discern aright. ii Thou answerestr All my father's house Arc servants of the Lord; They bless the Father for his Son, And reverence the word. Are all thy father's bouse, oh youth Humble adorers of the truth? 3 Nay—nay-- I tell thee they are not, "Oh yes they are" — What all? Whom dost thou, then, thy brcthrCD term, THE HARP. 45 And whom thy father call ! God is the sire of all men named ; Say, are thy brethren all reclaimed ! 37. The Missionary' s Par ew ell, 1 "VTES, my native land I love thee, -*- All thy scenes, I love them well; Friends, connections, happy country! Can I bid you all farewell? Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell? 2 Home! thy joys are passing lovely; Joys no stranger-heart can tell! Happy home! indeed I love thee! Can I — can I say — Farewell! Can I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell! S Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure* Holy days and Sabbath-bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure! Can I say a last farewell! Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell! 4 Yes! I hasten from you gladly, From the scenes I loved so well! Far away, ye billows, bear me; Lovely, native land, farewell! Pleased I leave thee, [ Far in heathen lands to dwell! 4(3 THE HAS?. 5 In the deserts let me labor; On the mountains let me tell, How he died — the blessed Savior — To redeem a world from hell! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell. 6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean! Let the winds my canvass swell! Heaves rny heart with warm emotion, While 1 go far hence to dwell. Glad I leave thee, Native land; Farewell! Farewell! 38. Female Christian. 1 T ASKED her when in beauty dress'd, When youthful hope inspired her breast, Where is he whom thou lovest best? She said, — In heaven. 2 I asked her when she fondly press'd, Her smiling infant to her breast, Where is he now whom thou lovest best? She said, — In heaven. 3 I asked her when her bloom was lost, When all her earthly hopes were cr'oss'd, Where is he whom thou lovest best? She said, — In heaven. 4 I asked her in her dying gronn, Who is the brightest, loveliest one? 'Tis God, she cried, mtj God alone, And went to heaven. THE IIAR1>. 47 39. The Disciple. 1 TESUS! I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee, Naked, poor, despis'd, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've hop'd, or sought, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me; They have lefi my Savior too. Human hearts have oft deceiv'd me; Thou art not like them untrue. And whilst thou shall smile upon me, 1 of wisdom, love and might! Foes may hate, and friends disown me; Show thy face and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come disaster, scorn and pain; In thy service pain is pleasure; With thy favor loss is gain. I have call'd thee Abba! Father! 1 have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather; All must work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me; Heaven shall brin^r me sweeter rest. 48 THEHAR?. 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me; O 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmix'd with thee. 5 Soul! then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care! Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee, Think, what Father's smiles are thine, Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven! canst thou repine! 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith and wing'd by prayer; Heaven's eternal day 'e before thee: God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall end thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 40. Christian Communion. 1 Tj^ROM whence doth this union arise, That hatred is conquer'd by love! It fastens our souls with such ties, As nature and time can't remove. 2 It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a Paradise lost; It grows on Imraanuel's ground; And Jesus' dear blood it did cost. THEHARP. 49 3 My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts are united in love; Where Jesus is gone we shall be In yonder blest mansions above. 4 O why then so loth to depart, Since we shall ere long meet again? Engraved on ImmanueFs heart, At distance we cannot remain. 5 And when we shall see that bright day, United with angels above, No longer confined to our clay, O'erwhelmed in the ocean of love. 6 O, then with our Jesus we'll reign, And all his bright glory shall see, And sing Hallelujah, Amen! Amen, even so let it be. 41. Submission. WATTS. "VIThy should vain mortals tremble at the sight of Death and^destruction in the field of battle Where blood and carnage Flows the ground in crimson, Sounding indeath groans? 2 Death will invade us by the means appointed, And we must all bow to the king of terrors! Nor am I anxious, If I am prepared, What chape he comes in. 50 THE HARP, 3 Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Master I will commit all that I have or wish for; Sweetly as babes sleep Will I give my life up When called to yield it. 4 Then Death I'll dare thee, clad in all thy horrors, Christ my Redeemer will be thy destruction, I shall be raised, From thy gloomy mansions, Praising forever. 5 Good is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine, Nor less hie goodness in the storm and thunder: Mercies and judgments Both proceed from kindness — Infinite kindness. 6 Infinite goodness teaches us submission; Bids us be quiet under all his dealings; Never repining, But forever praising God our Creator. 7 Well may we praise him; all his ways are perfect; Through a resplendence, infinitely glowing, Dazzles in glory All the sight of mortals Struck blind by lustre? 8 O then exult that God forever reigneth; Clouds, that surround him hinder our perception; Bind us the stronger To exalf his name and Shout louder praises! THE HARP. 51 42. I own Vm base. /"^OME, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fears opprest, And make this last resolve! CHORUS. I own Vm base — i" own I'm vile; But mercij 's all my plea: Remember, Lord, thy dying groans, And then remember me. 'I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 'Hath like a mountain rose; 'I know his courts, I'll enter in, 'Whatever may oppose. Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess: I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his pard'ning grace. 'I'll to the gracious King approach, 'Whose sceptre pardon gives; 'Perhaps he may command my touch, 'And then the suppliant lives. 'Perhaps he will admit my plea, •Perhaps will hear my prayer; 'But if I perish, I will pray, 'And perish only there. 'I can but perish if I go; 'I am resolved to try; 'For if I stay away, I know 'I shall forever die.' 52 THEHARP. 7 'But should I die with mercy sought, 'When I the King have tried — l I there should die, (delightful thought,) 'Where ne'er a sinner died.' 43. The Priceless Pearl. 1 MPHERE is a treasure richer far Than all the jewels of the earth; With it the diamond can't compare, And coral loses all its worth. 2 The gold of Ophir glowing bright, The onyx and the sapphire blue, The ruby with its rosy light, The Ethiopian topaz too. 3 O, these are all but light and mean, When weigh'd against this radiant stone; A favor'd few alone have seen This precious pearl of price unknown. 4 Its name is Wisdom, but its worth The proud and worldly wise condemn; The meek and lowly of the earth Alone secure this heavenly gem. 5 One glorious ray of light Divine Will show thee where it sparkling lies; Then haste and make the treasure thine, Delay may rob thee of the prize. T H E H A R P. 53 44. Think O, my Soul. 1 1VJY days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid like the rolling spheres Around the steady pole; Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, Till I shall launch the boundless deeps, Where endless ages roll. 1 The grave is near the cradle seen, How swift the moments roll between, And whisper as they fly; "Unthinking man remember this, Thou 'midst thy sublunary bliss, Must groan, and gasp, and die. 3 My soul, attend the solemn call, Thine earthly tent must shortly fall, And thou must take thy flight Beyond the vast expansive blue, To love and sing as angels do, Or sink in endless night, 4 Eternal bliss, eternal wo, Hang on this inch of time below, On this precarious breath; The God of nature only knows, Whether another day shall close Ere I expire in death. 5 Long ere the sun has run its round, I may be buried under ground, And there in silence rot. 54 THE HARP . Alas! one hour may change the scene, And ere twelve months shall roll between, My name be quite furgot. 6 But will my soul be then extinct, Or cease to live or cease to think? It cannot — cannot be! No! my immortal cannot die; What wilt thou do, or whither fly, When death shall set thee free! 7 Will mercy then her arms extend, Will Jesus be thy gaurdian friend, And heaven thy dwelling place] Or will insulting fiends appear, To drag thee down to dark despair, Beyond the reach of Grace! S A heaven or hell, and these alone Beyond the present life are known, There is no middle state: To-day attend the call divine, To-morrow may be none of thine, Or it may be too late. 9 Then do not pass your life in dream; Vast is the change howe'er it seem To poor unthinking man. Lord at thy feet I humbly bow, Bid conscience tell me plainly now What it will tell me then. THE HARP. 55 10 If, in destruction's road I stray, Help me to choose the better way That leads to joys on high: Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive, Nor let me ever dare to live Such as I dare not die. 45. David and Goliah. 1 "O Y whom was David taught To aim the dreadful blow, When he Goliah fought, And laid the Gittite low? No sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. 2 'Twas Israel's God and King, That sent him to the fight; That gave him strength to sling, / And skill to aim aright: Ye fearful saints! your strength endures Because young David's God is yours. 3 Who ordered Gideon forth To storm th'invader's camp] With arms of little worth; A pitcher and a lamp] . The trumpets made his coming known, And all the hosts were overthrown. 4 O, I have seen the day, When, by a single word, God helping me to say, 56 THE HARP. •My trust is in the Lord,' My soul has quell'd a thousand foes; Fearless of all that could oppose. 5 But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness and pride; How often do they steal My weapons from my side! Yet David's Lord and Gideon's Friend Will help me fight unto the end. H 46. Brother is Dead. ark! what is that note, so mournful and slow, That sends on the winds the tidings of wo! It sounds like the knell of a spirit that's fled, It tells us, alas! a brother is dead! y 2 Yes! gone to the grave is he whom we lovecrw And lifeless that form that so manfully moved! The clods of the valley encompassed his head; The marble reminds us a brother is dead! 3 But marble and urns — they never can tell The spot where the soul is destined to dwell; Ye spirits of air that surrounded his bed, O, speak ye, and tell where the spirit is fled. 4 O say! have ye heard in the heav'nly throng That voice once with ours commingled in song? O, say! to the courts ot our God have ye led The soul that from earth forever has fled? THEHARP. 57 5 No voice from the grave, no voice from the sky, Discloses the deeds that are doing on high; It need not — Jehovah hath said in his word, That "Blessed are they who die in the Lord!" 47. A Youthful Christian. 1 |^ OME, all ye young people of every nation, Come listen awhile, and to you I will tell How I was first called to seek for salvation, In Jesus' rich blood who redeem'd me from hell. I was not past sixteen when first I was called To think of my soul and the state I was ill. 1 saw myself standing a distance from Jesus; Between him and me was a mountain of sin. 2 The Devil perceiving that I was awaken'd, He strove to persuade me that I was too young; He said I'd get weary before my days ended And wish I had never so early begun, [tial, Sometimes he'd persuade me that Jesus was par- While he was in mercy setting poor sinners free; That I was forsaken; an outcast like Esau, 'And there was no mercy at all for poor me. 3 But glory to Jesus! his love's not confined To princes or persons of noble degree; His love is unbounded — to all it 's extended; He died for poor sinners when nail'd to the tree! Thus while I lay mourning in deep lamentation, My soul overwhelmed with sorrow and grief, He drew near in mercy, look'd on me in pity; He pardon'd my sins, and he gave me relief! 58 THE HARP 4 So now I've found favor in Jesus my Savior, And all his commands I'm bound to obey. I'll follow my Savior in whom I found favor, Till he shall see cause to call me away: So farewell young people, if I can't persuade you To leave off your follies and go with a friend, I'll follow my Savior in whom I've found favor; My days in his service I'm bound for to spend. 48. What is Life. 1 \ 111 what is life! I heard one ask, As his last hour came on; AU nature whisper'd, 'tis a wave, A bubble broke upon. 2 'Tis but a state of warfare here — We meet with dangerous foes; Then speak, O Lord! and let my cares Be hush'd in calm repose. 3 Oft has the tempter, like a storm, Assail'd my feeble breast — Yet, thanks to God, as oft I've found His grace afford me rest. 4 I'll trust Thee though thy power should rend This earth on which I dwell; Omnipotence shall bear me up, Nor cast me down to hell. 5 Then what is life? Probation's hour. The Gospel loud proclaims; THE HARP, 59 Thrice happy is the mortal then, That lasting peace obtains. 6 Then let me meet the good man's fate — Let my last moments be Like summer's calmest sunset hour — Be set to all but Thee. 4 ( J. Come, Enlist. 1 TIT ARK! brethren, don't you hear the sound The martial trumpets now are blowing; Men in ardor 'listing round, And soldiers to their standard's flowing? Bounty's offer'd! — joy and peace — To every soldier this is given; And when from toil and war we cease, A mansion bright prepared in heaven. 2 Those who long in debt have laid, And felt the hand of dire oppression; All their debts are freely paid: And they endow'd with large possessions. Those who 're halt, or blind, or lame, Their maladies are also healed! Outlaw'd rebels, when they come, Receive a pardon freely sealed. 3 The battle is not to the strong; The burden 's on our Captain's shoulders; None so aged, or so young, But may enlist and be a soldier: Those who cannot fight or fly, 60 THE HARP. Beneath his banner find protection! None, who on his name rely, Shall be reduced to base subjection. 4 Ye need not fear — the cause is good; Come! who will to the crown aspire? In this cause the martyrs bled, Or shouted victory in the fire! In this cause let's follow on, And soon we'll tell the pleasing story, How by faith we've gain'd the crown, And fought our way to life and glory! 5 The battle, brethren, is begun, Behold the army *a now in motioat Some by faith behold the crown, And almost grasp a future portion. Hark! the victors sing aloud! ImmanuePs Chariot wheels are rumbling! Mourners weeping through the crowd, And satan's kingdom down is tumbling*. 6 O, ye rebels, come and r list? The officers are now recruiting!; Will you still in sin persist? Or spend your time in vain disputing? All your cavils sure are vain; For if you do not sue for favor, Pown you'll sink to endless pain, To beai the wrath of God forever* THE HARP. 61 46. Friendship. 1 npHE reason we love friendship I' 11 deny to no man: How shall — how shall — how shall we, We, who are form'd for happiness, Slight a loving brother, Since Jesus — Jesus hath died on the tree, For to deliver man From violence and treason, That we might love each other, And seek our souls' salvation. 'Twas love that moved the mighty God, For to redeem the nations, That happy — happy we might be. 2 On a feast day in ancient times, Jesus stood and cried, If any — if any — if any thirst, Come unto me and freely drink: And thus he saved from dying; For surely — aurely — nothing else can Quench the immortal thirst, That in your heart is glowing. Come then, and drink the streams of grace, Which are so^freely flowing; Saying: Drink my love, my only dove! For you it is a flowing: Then happy — happy — you shall be, 5 Let us who have begun to taste The Bweets of this salvation, ^2 t ir f, H a R p Follow — follow — follow on; Believing we shall overcome, Resisting all temptation; Since Jesus — Jesus — Jesus the Son, With out-stretched onus, And voice so inviting", To purling streams, and purest joys, Is thus our souls excitim:: Let us impart to him our hearts, By faith and love uniting-, Then happy — happy, we shall be. 47. New Year. 1 XVnilLE, with ceaseless course, the sun, Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here. Fix'd in an eternal state, They have done with all below: We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream. THE HARP. G3 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view; Bless thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Savior's love; And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with thee above. 48. A Young Lady's Experience. 1 7TN airy dreams of gay delight, In fancy's lulling arms, My miseries were conceal'd from sight, By strong ideal charms. 2 Held by the magic of that power Which thousands doth enslave, Pleasures appear'd in every flower, Though rooted near the grave. 3 Till sovereign mercy from the skies, Alarm'd my dreaming mind; No more delusions blind my eyes, When wak'd by pow'r divine. 4 Shook from inertness and false dreams, I saw my dreary state; And fearing where the fleeting streams Would land me when too late: 5 In earnest prayer, I cried to God: Lord, save me! or I die; 6 i _THE JARP, While desp'rate here I lie. 6 My grief and sin the Savior saw, And flew without delay, And on the eyeballs of my soul, He pour'd celestial day. 7 Now new beauties strike my pleasing sight, And conscience smiles within; For sorrow, joy: for darkness, light: And feels no inward pain. S Now let my soul dwell near its God, And like the sun obey, While faith and love point out the road That leads to endless.'day. 49. Adieu to the World 1 FAREWELL, all worldly honors, I bid you all adieu! Farewell all worldly pleasures, I want no more of you! I want my union grounded On the eternal soil; Beyond the power of satan, Where sin can ne'er defile. 2 I want my name engraven Among the righteous ones; Crying Holy, Holy Father, ^ And wear a glorious crown: For the sake of so pure riches THE HARP. G5 I'm willing to pass through All earthly tribulations, And count them my just due. 3 I'm willing to be purged And bear a daily cross; I'm willing to be cleansed From every kind of dross: I see the fiery furnace; I feel its piercing flame; The fruit of it is holy, The gold will still remain. 4 All earthly tribulation Is but a moment here; O, then if we prove faithful, A glorious crown we'll wear; "We shall be called holy And feed on angel's food, Rejoicing in bright glory Before the throne of God. 50. "Child, come home." 1 "ORETHREN, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but need not fear; Foes we have, but we've a friend — One that loves us to the end. Onward, then, with courage go; Long we shall not dwell below, For soon the joyful news will come; 'Child, your Father calls — come home!' CG T H E H A R P . 2 In the world a thousand snares Lay to take us unawares; Satan with malicious art Watches each unguarded heart; But from Satan's malice free, Saints will all victorious be; And soon the joyful news will come; 'Child, your Father calls — come home!' 3 But of all the foes we meet, There's none so apt to turn our feet — None betrays us into sin, Like the foes we have within. But let nothing spoil your peace, Christ will also conquer these; And soon the joyful news will come — 'Child your Father calls — come home!' 51. What is Death? 1 X1/"HAT is death?— Let mortals say— 'Tis a dark unfathom'd way, 'Tis a deep and silent gloom, Enter'd by the yawning tomb. 2 What is death? 'Tis not a dream Where things are not what they seem; 'Tis not an eternal sleep, 'Tis not an unfathom'd deep. 3 What is death? The fruit of crime, Gender'd in the birth of time, Punishment of Adam's fall, Now the common lot of all. T II E H A R P. 67 4 What is death] The gate of life Leading from this world of strife, Closing on a toilsome way, Opening on eternal day. 5 What is death] The welcome goal That awaits the trembling soul, Call'd to leave its earthly load, Summon'd to the throne of God. 6 What is death] Life's awful close, All that man by prescience knows; All is hidden from his eye But that he is born to die. 7 'Tis the dark and troubled flood Tinctured with a Savior's blood; What is death's last agony] Ask the cross of Calvary. 52. The Dying Pilgrim. BY REV. H. BINGHAM. lT^AREWELL! beloved companions, My precious friends in Christ; He sends his welcome summons, To call me home to rest: I tread the dark, lone valley, My Shepherd trod before; Through Jordan's flood he leads me To heaven's sweet, holy shore. \ Go, pilgrim, to thy Savior — On joyful wings ascend; 68 T HE H A R P. On his almighty favor, Let all thy hopes depend: His all-sufficient merit, His rich, atoning blood, Brings sinners to inherit The kingdom of our Genii. 3 Farewell! I trust my Jesus, To take my sins away; Now, on that head, most precious, My soul her hand would lay; To that sole hope for sinners, My Savior, King, and Friend, Kind angels, lend your pinions, And help my soul ascend. 4 Go, pilgrim, to thy Savior; — Thy toilsome course is run; There rest from all thy labors, And cares, beneath the sun: No more shall sin molest thee: The world no more control; — Go, praise the Lamb who blest thee, Whose love shall fill thy soul. 5 Farewell! dear fellow lab'rers! — O live for Christ and heaven; Toil on for this kind Savior, Whose life for ycu was given; Bring back blind, rebel mortals, THE HARf. 69 Our Sovereign to obey; And guide them to the portals Of heaven's eternal day. 6 Go, pilgrim, to thy Savior— A short, a kind adieu; Far holier friends will hail thee* Where joys eternal flow: By angels kind attended, Go, take thy crown, there given* And when our toils are ended, O may we meet in heaven. 53. How Sweet the Thought. 1 IMOW sweet the thought! while here in We tread a path uneven; [tears Pass but a few more fleeting years, And we shall meet in heaven. 2 How sweet the thought! whene'er by death Our friends from us are riven, We, too, shall soon resign our breath, And live with them in heaven. 3 How sweet the thought! though Jesus be To faith's dim eye' here given; Death shall remove the veil, and we Shall see the Lord in heaven, 4 But am I truly one of those Whose hearts to God are given? Have I found comfort in the cross? Shall I find rest in heaven? 70 THE HARP. 5 Lord, I am vile! but thro' thy death Be all my sins forgiven; Breathe in my soul a living faith, And make me fit for heaven. 59. Thy Will be Done. 1 IVfY God, though every earthly hope Be ruined, lost — each nerve unstrung! And every coming year, but ope On buried joys to which I've clung: Though all, for which I've 'fondly prayed, Be still withheld; each glorious sun, But view some cherish'd comfort fade; — Yet, Father, let thy will be done. 2 Though friends, who oft this heart estranged From thy pure worship, O my God, Should fickle prove ; grow cold and changed; Still let me kiss the chast'ning rod; And make me learn, that when the soul Her heavenward race has once begun, No idol should her flight control; Thus, Father, let thy will be done. 3 In pain and anguish, let thine arm, Support me, Lord, in hours of ill. Do thou the venom'd shaft disarm, And heal my wounded spirit still: And, when the last dread hour is nigh, When here my weary race is run; In Jesus trusting, then may I, Departing, say — Thy will be done. T H E H A R P. 71 60. The Preacher's Wife. 1 " JI/1T Y husband, there are reasons why That I for you should humbly pray, That God would, with a watchful eye, Direct your steps and guard your way. 2 "While I have known the weight of care Which long has fiil'd your anxious breast, I could but ask the Lord, in prayer, That all your labors might be blest. 3 "At midnight I have often known The feelings which your tears portray; And while I hear you sigh and groan, My feeling heart tells me to pray. 4 "I see you in the pulpit rise, To warn the wicked of his way; With tears fast rolling from your eyes; By ev'ry tear I'm bid to pray. 5 "I see the wicked raise his hand Against his God and disobey; And while he sins I understand It is my duty still to pray. 6 "The love of Christ now tells me why In duty you should not delay; And while you bid the sinner fly, The blood of Christ tells me to pray. 7 Go publish, then, the sinner's Friend; With you the ills of life I'll share; When you the Gospel truths defend, Remember then your wife's at prayer. 72 THEHARP. 61. "How old art thou?" 1 /^OUNT not thy days that have idly flown, The years that were vainly spent; Nor speak of the hours thou must blush to own, When thy spirit stands before the throne, To account for the talents lent. 2 But number the hours redeem'd from sin, The moments employed for heaven — Oh, few and evil thy days have been, Thy life a toilsome and worthless scene, For a nobler purpose given. 3 Will the shade go back on thy dial plate! Will thy sun stand still on his way? Both hasten on, and thy spirit's fate Rests on the point of life's little date — Then live while 'tis called to-day. 4 Life's waning hours, like the sybil's page, As they lessen, in value rise, Oh, arouse thee and live! nor deem that man's age Stands in the length of his pilgrimage, But in days that are truly wise. 62. The Only True Guide. BY MONTGOMERY. 1 "WMjTH AT is the world? — a wildering maze, Where sin has track'd ten thousand Her victims to ensnare; [ways, All broad, and winding, and aslope, All tempting with perfidious hope, All ending in despair. THEHARP. 73 Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing theiribaubles or their loads Down to eternal night; One only path that never bends, Narrow, and rough, and steep ascends From darkness into light. Is there no guide to show that path? The Bible!— He>lone who hath The Bible need not stray; But he who hath, and will not give That light oflife to all that live, Himself shall lose the way. 63. The Christian Soldier. 1 gOLDJERS of the cross arise, Look upon that glorious prize, Christ has placed before your eyes, If you gain the day. 2 Gird, O gird your armor on, You are led by God's owirSon, Many battles he has won; He will gain the day. 3 Draw your sword, present your shield, Forward rush, and never yield, Till your foes have quit the field, Then you'll gain the day. 4 Guard each post both day and night, For, a subtle foe you fight, And all hell it; would delight, Should you lose the day. 74 THE HARP. f> Often will) your Captain be, Oft before him bow tlie knee, Then your foes are sure to flee, And you'il gain the day. 6 Tben you'll lay your armor down, And receive a starry crown, And all heaven will resound, "Christ has gain'd the day." 7 There the soldiers all will meet, And their old companions greet, And the glorious theme repeat, "Christ has gain'd the day." 8 There your foes assail no more, The battle's fought, the battle's o'er, You will worship and adore, Through an endless day.. 64. : Tis good to Pray. 1 \7E7HEN secret sins before us rise, In all their dread array, And justice frowns on every side, To find relief, we pray. 2 When sore temptations vex the soul, And fill it with dismay; The Savior speaks, the storm is lmsh'd, O then 'tis good to pray. 3 When light sheds on the soul Its bright and cheering rav, E HARP. t 2 And points it to the Lamb of God, O then 'tis good to pray. 4 When Christ appears the sinner's hope, And drives his fears away; And softly speaks his sins forgiven, O then how sweet to pray. 5 When pure religion o'er the heart Holds an unbounded sway; And hourly lifts the heart to God. O then 'tis sweet to pray. G When friends are taken from our arms. In the cold grave to lay; To Him who dries the mourner's tears, 'Twill then be good to pray. 7 When to the shining courts above, The joyful soul is raised; And wrapt in ecstacy and love, 'Twill then be heaven to praise. 1 65. A Brother's Prayer. f\ GOD of mercy, grace and truth, Whose glories heaven and earth declare; Thou guide and guardian of my youth; O! hearken to a Brother's prayer: 2 Be thou my Sister's only Guide, Thro' this life's dangerous, devious way; Guide her frail bark on ocean's tide, To one unclouded, endless dav. 76 tfHfcHARP 3 O! may eternal things be sought, By her with eager, anxious care; Absorbing every wayward thought — ■ O! hearken to a Brother's prayer. 4 And thus in seeking may she find, In a Redeemer's Precious blood, All that is needful there combined. — Present her faultless to her Godv 5 And O! rejoicing may she see Herself the object of thy care; Devote her life, her all to Thee — O! hearken to a Brother's prayer. 6 Be her's Thy grace so rich, so free, Her will to bend — her acts to move; And may she ever worship Thee In spirit, truth, and purest love. 7 May she the world— an idle toy, Forsake; undaunted by its glare, Seek Thee — the source of purest joy — - O! hearken to a brother's prayer. 8 O! be my Sister's Guard and Guide, Lest from Thy path she e'er should stray, And grace sufficient, O provide; Thy gracious precepts to obey; 9 And ne'er forsake Thee, O my God; But meekly all afflictions bear: To tread the path her Savior trod — O! hearken to a Brother's prayer. TH E HARP. 77 66. Juda/i's Lion. fTIHE Great God of Love hath shown us the way And marked out the impartial road: The Spirit is come, the work is now begun, And the gentiles are coming to God. 2 The Represser of sin has mark'd out the road, The Comforter leads the bright throng; The Book is now unseal'd; Judah's Lion takes the field, And conducts the grand armies along. 3 United in one, the race we will run, Press forward in love without fear, The glory pursue which the world never knew; Never will, till the gospel they hear. 4 Salvation we see, to all men is free, The children of Christ join in one; We will march uniform; with courage face the storm. In the battle the Savior began. 5 No lion or bear shall ever devour Or prey on those innocent lambs, The shepherd of the sheep in his bosom will keep And the lambs he will bear in his arms. 6 Then ye saints sing his praise, your voices high raise, And loud sound the song of his name: Hallelujah now sing to Immanuel our King, And conclude the graijd theme with Amen! 78 THE HARP 67. Christian Consolation. 1 rf^OME and taste along with me, The weary pilgrim's consolation; Boundless mercy running free, The earnest of complete salvation; Joy and peace in Christ, I find; My heart to him is all resigned: The fulness of his power I prove And all my soul dissolves in love. Jesus is the Pilgrim's portion: Love is boundless as the ocean. 2 When I'm in the house of prayer, I find him in the congregation, Music sweet unto my ear, Is the full sound of free salvation* My heart exults; my spirits flow; I love my God and brethren so I join and shout and sing aloud, And disregard the gazing crowd; Glorious theme of exultation, Jesus Christ is my salvation. 3 When the world or flesh would rise And strive to draw me from my Savior; Strangers slight or foes despise I then more highly prize his favor. Friends, believe me when I tell If Christ is present all is well; The world and fle6h in vain may rise, I all their efforts can despise. THEHARP. 79 In the world, I've tribulation, But in Christ sweet consolation. 4 "Worldlings hold me in disdain Because I slight their carnal pleasure, All in this that gives me pain, Is, that they slight a noble treasure. But among ihem, bless the Lord, There's some that tremble at his word, And this doth joy to me impart, To think the Lord has reach'd their heart. O, the praise to God be given, Peace on earth and crowns in heaven. 5 Why should I regard the frowns Of those who mock, deride or slight me? Soon ['11 lie beneath the ground, Beyond the reach of those who hate me; Toil and pain and suffering o'er, I'll gain that blissful, happy shore, And with the shining host above I'll sing and shout redeeming love. Pleasures there beyond expression Ever flow in sweet succession. 6 Sinners, you may mock and scorn, Your moments past will be lamented; That awful day is hastening on, When you will wish you had repented; For death in its embraces cold, Will soon your mortal bodies hold; Your pleasures then will take their flight, BO TH E H A R P. And down you'll sink to endless night. While you're of that guilty number, Your damnation doth not slumber. 7 Come, poor sinners, go with me; My heart's enlarged to receive you; {Slight not mercy oifer'd free, But venture on him, he'll relieve you; But if you offer'd grace refuse, And still the way of folly choose; Unhappy souls, your guilt and blood, Will rest on your defenceless heads. Parkness, grief, and pain and sorrow, May be yours before to-morrow. 68. The King of Terrors. 1 T"\EATH, he is the king of terrors, And a terror to all kings; Oft he fills the mind with horrors, Telling us of frightful things; Lands of darkness, shades of silence, Gloomy vaults where pris'ners lie: Many thousands have been conquer'd! We alas! must shortly die! 2 See, frail man, hqw unexpected, In my chariot I do ride! Fierce convulsions, pains, and fevers, Are the weapons by my side : Kingdoms, countries, or their cities, JCings, their councils, or their sbves. THE HARP. None of these mine eyes have pitied, Soon I'll bring them to their graves. 3 There they lie without distinction! Thus I boast my thousands slain; Nor can they, without permission, Ever hope to rise again. Stop, O, Death! don't boast of vict'ry; Hark, and hear what faith can say Of one Jesus, who on Calvary Died and in the grave did lay. 4 See him rising! hear him crying! "I, O Death! have conquer'd you; Though your looks are so dismaying, Yet my saints, I'll bring through. This gives cause for all believers To rejoice in Christ their king: Death's no more than a dark curtain, Drawn to let the saints pass in. 5 "There the wicked 'cease from troubling, There the weary are at rest; There the saints sing Hallelujah, There they are divinely blest; Free from sin, and free from sorrow, Free from sickness, care and pain; No dread thoughts of gloom or horror E'er shall frighten them again." 6 There the saints in holy triumph Will rejoice in Christ their King, 82 THE HARP Ask the grave, "Where now's thy victory? Boasting monster! where's thy sting?" Saved and pardon'd through the Savior, Though the grave my flesh annoy, Death's but the gate to endless glory, Road to everlasting joy. 69. The Last Day- 1 rg^HE great tremendous day 's approaching; The awful scene is drawing nigh, So long foretold by ancient prophets, Decreed from all eternity. 2 Then O, my soul, reflect and wonder, That awful scene is drawing near, And thou must see the great transaction When Christ in judgment shall appear. 3 See nature stand all in amazement, To hear the last loud trumpet sound! Arise ye dead and come to judgment, Ye nations of the world around. 4 Loud thunders rumbling through the concave! Bright forked lightnings part the skies! The heaven 's shaking, the earth is quaking; The gloomy sight attracts mine eyes. 5 The orbit lamps, all veil'd in sackcloth, No more their shining circuits run; The wheels of time stop in a moment! Eternal things are now begun! THE HARP, 83 6 Huge massy rocks, and tow'ring mountains, Over their tumbling basis roar! The raging ocean, all in commotion, Is hovering round her frighted shore! 7 Green, turfy grave-yards, and tombs of marble,- Give up their dead, both small and great! See the whole world, both saints and sinners, Are coming to the judgment seat! 8 See Jesus, on the throne of justice, Come thundering down the parted skies, With countless armies of shining angels, With Hallelujahs, shout for joy. 9 Bright shining streams from out his presence, His face ten thousand suns outshine: Ilehold him corning in power and glory; To meet him, all his saints combine. 10 O, come, ye blessed of my Father, The purchase of my dying love, Receive the crowns of life and glory Which are laid up for you above. 11 For your dear souls, which have continued With me, and my temptations bore, I have reserved for you a kingdom, To reign with me forevermore. 12 See justice now with indignation Calling aloud for sinners' blood; Those who have slighted offered mercy, And crucified the Son of God. 84 THE flARP. 13 Depart from me ye cursed sinners! My face you never more shall see! Be banished from my peaceful presence, To dreadful wo and misery! 14 Now, sinners! here's a faithful warning! Return to Jesus while you may, For now he's waiting to receive you; Or else you must depart away! 70. The Contrast. 1 TN what confusion earth appears! God's dearest children bath'd in tears, While they whjD heaven itself deride, Riot in luxury and pride. 2 But patient let my soul attend, And ere I censure, view the end. That end how different; who can tell The wide extremes of heaven and hell? 8 See the red flames around him twine, Who did in gold and purple shine, Nor can his tongue one drop obtain To allay the scorching of his pain. 4 While round the saints, so poor below,- Full rivers of salvation flow; On Abram's breast he leans his head. And banquets on celestial breadl. •5 Jesus, my Savior! let me share' The meanest of thy servant's fare: May I at last approach to taste The blessings of thy marriage feast? THE HARP. 85 71. Missionary Hymn. BY BISHOP HEBER. 1 Tj^ROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile, In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we, to men benighted The lamp of life deny] Salvation! Oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory 86 T II E H A R P It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er, our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to rei^n. 72. Palestine. BY J. G. WHITTIER. "Dlest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song-, Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng: In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea, On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee. f 2 With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore, Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before; With the glide of a spirit I traverse the sod Made bright by the steps of the angels of God. 3 Blue sea of the hills! in my spirit I hear Thy waters, Genesaret, chime on my ear; Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down, And thy spray on the dust of his sandals was thrown. 4 Beyond are Bethclia's mountains of green, And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene; And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor to see The gleam of thy waters, oh dark Gallilee! 5 Hark, a sound in the valleys! where, swollen and strong, THEHARP. 87 Thy river, oh Kishon, is sweeping along; Where the Canaanite strove with Jehovah in vain, And thy torrent grew dark with the blood of the slain. 6 There, down from his mountains stern Zebulon. came, And Naphthali's stag with his eye-balls of flame, And the chariots of Jabin rolled harmlessly on, For the arm of the Lord was Abinoam's son! 7 There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang To the song which the beautiful Prophetess sang When the Princes of Issachar stood by her side, And the shout of a host in its triumph replied. 8 Lo, Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen, With the mountains around, and the valleys be- tween; There rested the shepherds of Judah, and there The song of the angels rose sweet on the air. 9 And Bethany's palm trees in beauty still throw Their shadows at noon on the ruins below, But where are the sisters who hastened to greet The lowly Redeemer, and sit at his feet? 10 I tread where the twelve in their way-faring trod; I stand where they 6tood with the chosen of God ; Where his blessing was heard, and his lessons were taught, . 88 THE HARP Where the blind were restored, and the healing was wrought. 11 Oh, here with his flock the sad wanderer came, These hills he toiled over in grief are the same — The founts where he drank by the way-side still flow, And the same airs are blowing which breathed on his brow. 12 And throned on her hill sits Jerusalem yet, But with dust on her forehead, and chains on her feet: For the crown of her pride to the mocker hath gone, And the holy Shechina is dark where it shone! 13 But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God! Were my spirit but turned from the outward and dim, It could gaze, even now, on the presence of Him! 14 Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when In love and in meekness he moved among men; And the voice which breathed peace to the \vai|s of the sea, In the hush of my spirit, would whisper to me. 15 And what if my feet may not tread where He 6tood, Nor ray ears hear the dashing of Gallilee'6 flood, THE HARP. 89 Nor my eyes see the cross which He bowed him to bear, Nor my knees press Gethsemane's garden of prayer. 16 Vet, Loved of the Father, thy spirit is near To the meek, and the lowly, and penitent here; Ami the voice of thy love is the same even now, As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow. 17 Oh, the outward hath gone! — but in glory and power, The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour, Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame On the heart's secret altar is burning the same! 73. / am God alone. 1 npHUS saith the Lord of Glory, I'd have the world to know me, For they must stand before me To account for all they've done; I am the God of Heaven; Eternally I'm living; All things are my creation, For 1 am God alone. 12 Now, sinners, will you hear me] Then come now and draw near me; For you cannot deceive me, All things to me are known. Yourselves you are deceiving.; QA ES THE HARP My words, by disbelieving, Destruction you're receiving For I am God alone, 3 Oh, will you be reformed, And to my ways transformed? My ransom is provided, O, sinner— sinner, come! But if you do refuse me, I never wifl excuse you, Because you do abuse me And I am God alone. 4 How can you stand my judgment, When you shall in a moment Hear the loud thund'ring trumpet That bids you all to come? I then shall fix your station In hopeless desperation For slighting my salvation! For I am God alone. 5 Draw near to me, my Zion, For I am Judah's Lion, I, oft times, hear you crying, I listen to your moan. I ever will protect you, I never will forsake you, No evil shall o'ertake you, For I am God alone. 6 And if you lack for pleasure. Or if you lack for treasure. T II E II A R P • 91 Love me, and love no other; All things to me belong. I am the God of pleasure, I am the God of treasure, And there is none that's higher, For I am God alone. 74. Hymn for Prayer Meeting. 1 XITHERE two or three together meet, My love>nd mercy to repeat, And tell what I have done, There will I be, saith God, to bless, And ev'ry burden'd soul redress, Who worship at my throne. H Make one in this assembly, Lord; Speak to each heart some cheering word, To set the spirit free; Impart a kind celestial shower, And grant that we may spend an hour In fellowship with t hee. 75. God is Love,. 1 mHE lightning's bright flash Through the ether above, The deep ocean's dash, All say— God is love. 2 The glittering stars, While shining so bright, AH say— God is love, la the stillness of night go THE HARP 3 The boI d eagle's flight, " The coo of the dove, The king of the light, ' All say— God is live. 4 The to P of the mountain, Where in loneliness I rove, And the gurgling fountain/ All say— God is love. 6 God is iove, sigh the winds, As they whistle along : God is love, say the shepherd* With flute and with song. 6 l[° m the ™>"th of the Ganges They ■ shout-God is love; From the top of the Andes Jt re -echoes above. 76. Hail to the Son of David, BY JAMES MONTGOMERY 1 JJAIL to the Lord's anointed! Great David's greater Son: Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth bef>un' He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free; To take away transgression, And reign in equity. 2 He comes, with succor speedy, To those who suffer wcongc THEHARP. 93 To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls in misery dying, Were precious in his sight. 3 By such shall he be feared, While sun and moon endure: Beloved, adored, revered, For he shall judge the poor, Through changing generations, With justice, mercy, truth; While stars maintain their stations And moons renew their youth. 4 He shall come down, like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And joy and hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth; Before him on the mountains, Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. 5 Arabia's desert ranger To Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see; With offerings of devotion Ships from the isles shall meet 94 THE HARP, To pour the wealth of ocean, In tribute at his feet. 6 Kings shall fall down before Ilim, And gold and incense bring, All nations shall adore Him; His praise all people sing, For he shall have dominion, O'er river, sea and shore, Far, as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar. 7 For Him shall pray'r unceasing, And daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain dews shall nourish A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon. 8 O'er every foe victorious, He, on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all blest: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove, His name shall stand forever, His name — what is it? — Love. 77. Crown Him Prince of Peace. £ ^OME, warm my heart, celestial fire, Let earth-born passions cease; THE HARP, 95 Come tune my heaven-devoted lyre To sing the Prince of Peace. 2 Let saints on earth their anthems raise, Who taste the Savior's grace; Let saints in heaven proclaim his praise, And crown him Prince of Peace. 3 Ye martyrs who in glory sit, Reclining at your ease; Cast your bright crowns at Jesus' feet, And hail him Prince of Peace. 4 Angels, though robed in splendor bright, Unveil'd, ye dare not gaze On Jesus' beauties — peerless sight! O crown him Prince of Peace. 5 Kings, princes, potentates, and powers, Rise from your ancient place; His kingdom evermore endures, Then crown him Prince of Peace. 6 Ye warriors, lay your weapons down, For wars and strife shall cease; Bow down to the eternal Son, And crown him Prince of Peace. 7 Your glitt'ring swords to ploughshares beat, And sound the grand release; For Mars resigns his ancient seat To Christ, the Prince of Peace. 8 Victorious over sin and hell, His kingdom must increase; 96 THE HARP. This precious stone the earth shall fill, And reign the Prince of Peace. 9 E'en now sweet hallelujahs roll, Far on the stormy seas; Old ocean's sons unite in soul, To crown the Prince of Peace. 10 Mahomet's crescent 's on the wane, Its glory fades apace; And anti-christ shall soon be slain, By the great Prince of Peace. 11 Ye islands of the sea, rejoice, Behold your near release! Make to the Lord a joyful noise, And crown him Prince of Peace. 12 Ye Indians of America, Your glad hosannas raise, Unite with injured Africa, And crown him Prince of Peace. 78. Flat Heads inquiring the way to Heaven. 1 "T^ROM o'er the Rocky Mountains, Where prairies wide are spread, Where streams from forest fountains Flow west to ocean's bed; 2 See savage men descending To Mississippi's vale, Their eager eyes still bending, An eastern light to hail. T H E II A R P . 97 3 For they had heard a story Of God's most holy book, All full of light and glory, On which their eyes would look; 4 And they like eastern sages, Who journey'd from afar, Have travell'd weary stages, To find the Savior's star. 5 Have you that book from Heaven? These western wise men say: To us shall it be given To guide us on our way] G We're wand'rers — all our nation, Deep lost in gloomy night, O! let us seek salvation, O! give us heavenly light. 7 Yes! red men! here forth beaming, God's word shines strong and free, And soon its radiance gleaming, Shall shine o'er earth and sea. 8 To you we'll send his gospel, Which God to us has given; So 'faith may come by hearing,' And you be led to Heaven." 70. The Sweeter Thought. 1 ^VEET is the early breath of morn, And sweet the dawn of day, When linnets throng the bending thorn, 98 THE HARP, And blackbirds pour the lay. But there's a sweeter thought I know, Than morn or eve can e'er bestow. 2 Sweet is the genial time of spring, And sweet the summer's view; "What sweetness cannot autumn bring, And hoary winter too. But there's a sweeter thought I know, Than all the seasons can bestow. 3 Sweet is retirement's friendly shade, When meditation draws. And O how sweet is converse made When friendship forms its laws. But there's a sweeter thought I know, Which none of these can e'er bestow. 4 Dear thought!— O, be thou dearer still! And ever on my heart; And when I feel a transient thrill, Do thou that joy impart. Sweet source of energy divine. Delightful thought that God is mine. 80. The Latest Tear. L \T/"HEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. THE HARP. 99 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To flee the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do: Still He who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell, Despised by those I prized too well; He shall His pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer wo: At once betrayed, denied, or fled, By those who shared His daily bread. 4 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while, My Savior marks the tears I shed; For "Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead. 6 And oh, when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, Lord! unchanging, watch beside My dying bed, for thou hast died: Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 100 THE HARP 8 1 . Millennium' s Dawn 1 T\/"ITH courage bold, the watchmen stand On Zion's sacred wall; They raise their voice at God's command, And cry aloud to all* 2 The heralds fly o'er land and sea, Proclaiming- God's free grace; They preach eternal liberty To Adam's fetter'd race. 3 The love that tunes the seraph's lyre, Is streaming from the skies; Poor mortals catch the hallowed fire, And taste immortal joys. 4 Lo! in the desert, drear and waste, A stream of mercy flows; And in the barren wilderness, Blooms Sharon's beauteous Rose. 5 The raging lion changed by grace, Grows peaceful, mild and calm; While near the asp the suckling plays; The wolf dwells with the lamb. 6 Soon universal peace shall reign, And righteousness abound; A brother's blood, in battle slain, No more shall drench the ground. 7 O glorious truth! that happy day Is swiftly rolling on : "Thy kingdom come," O Lord, we pray, "Thy will on earth be done," THE HARP. 101 82. The Land of Rest. "There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God."— [Heb. 4: 9. 1 f\ LAND of rest, we look to thee When darkness round our pathway lies,- When tempests blow, And waters flow, Sweeping the lovely from our eyes, No storm thou knowest, or treach'rous sea£ And therefore do we look to thee. 2 O, land of rest, we look to thee When by the bed of death we standi Watching until The Master's will Shall to his bar the soul command;' Thy sons fade not at death's decree, And therefore do we look to thee. 3 O, land of rest, we look to thee Whene'er iniquities prevail, When all within Is dark with sin, And Satan's wiles our peace assail;' tVhere thou art, naught impure shall be, And therefore do we look to thee. 4 O, land of rest, we look to thee As exiles homeward bound may turn, Where ta their eyes The cliffs arise 102 THE HARP. Of the dear land for which they yearn; Our home thou art, and exiles we, And therefore do we look to thee. 5 O, land of rest, we look to thee For brighter suns than light us here, For purer balm, And truer calm, And holy love, unblent with fear; Thy clime hath all our eye would see And therefore do we look to thee. 6 Yet O, thou land of heavenly rest! End of our hopes, we prize thee more, That we shall sit At Jesus' feet Soon as we reach thy happy shore; And walk with him — the glad! the free! And therefore do we look to thee. 83. Christ the Beloved. 1 "V^HEN strangers stand, and hear me tell What beauties in my Savior dwell, Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps Tiis throne, On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he descends and shows his face In the young gardens of his grace. 3 In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand: THE HARP. 103 He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor hell shall make us part. 5 He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariot of Aminadab The heav'nly rapture can describe. 6" O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove To dwell forever with my love. 84. The Soul BY J. MONTGOMERY. 1 "V1/"HAT is the thing of highest pric* The whole creation round? That which was lost in paradise — That which in Christ was found— The soul of man — Jehovah's breath, That keeps two worlds at strife; Hell moves beneath to work its death, Heaven stoops to give it life. 2 God to reclaim it did not spare His well beloved Son; Jesus to save it deigned to bear The sins of all in one; 104 THE HARP. The Holy Spirit seal'd the plan And pledged the blood divine, To ransom every soul of man; That price was paid for mine! 3 And is this treasure borne below, In earthen vessels frail? Can none its utmost value know, 'Till flesh and spirit fail) Then let us gather round the cross, That knowledge to obtain, Not by the soul's eternal loss, But everlasting gain. 85. Trust in Heaven. 1 rpRUST in Heaven!— when o'er thy path Clouds and tempests come in wrath; When thy grief oppresseth thee, When obscured thy prospects be, When around thee mists are driven, Heed them not — but trust in Heaven! 2 Trust in Heaven! — when one by one Sweet the waves j)f hope glide on, Leaving thee a wreck at last On the shore from whence they pass'd; Though thy heart be wrung and riven, Still forever trust in heaven! 3 Trust in Heaven!— when from its way Those thou lovest go astray; Strive, still strive to bring them back THE HARP, 1 05 To its strait and thornless track; And that truth may soon be given To thy spirits, trust in Heaven! Trust in Heaven!— it shall not fail, When the darkest griefs prevail; And when death at length shall come, "When around thee spreads his gloom, Pray that thou may'st be forgiven Place thy dearest trust in Heaven! 86. Asleep in Jesus. 1 \ SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturb'd repose, Unbroken by the last of foes! 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet! With holy confidence to sing That death has lost his venomed sting! 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest: No fear— no wo shall dim that hour, That manifests the Savior's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be: Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious "hiding place:' 7 10G THE HARP. On Indian plains or Lapland snows, Believers find the same repose. 6 Asleep in Jesns! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be: Bat thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 87. Who is my Neighbor? 1 HPHY neighbor 1 ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow, Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor? 'Tis the tainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; Whom hunger sends from door to door; Go thou, and succor him. 3 Thy neighbor? 'Tis that weary man Whose years are at their brim, Bent low with sickness, cares and pain; Go thou, and comfort him, 4 Thy neighbor] 'Tis the heart bereft Of every earthly gem — Widow and orphan helpless left; Go thou and shelter them. 5 Thy neighbor] Yonder toiling slave, Fetter'd in thought and limb, Whose hopes are all beyond the grave; Go thou and ransom him. THE HARP, 107 6 Whene'er thou meet'st a human form Less favor'd than thine own, Remember 'tis thy neighbor worm, Thy brother, or thy son. 7 Oh! pass not, pass not heedless by; Perhaps thou canst redeem The breaking heart from misery; do, share thy lot with him. 88. Hope. 1 |^|H, what is man of hope deprived! Poor, wretched, and forlorn! Far better had he never lived, If Hope had ne'er been born. 2 Oh, glorious Hope, without thy grace 'Twere death on earth to dwell, And man would need no change of place, To find his destined hell. 3 In every scene of trial here, And misery's darkest night, No cheering gleams of joy appear Where Hope gives not her light. 4 And sin would make one general sweep, And line her coast with souls, If Hope's strong anchor did not keep From driving on her shoals. 5 And 'mid the darkness of that night, When death and hell combine, 108 THE HARP. No other beacon shows a light; — But Hope's will brighter shine. 6 But Hope itself will fail and die; The hour of sight must come, Where all is clear reality, Eternal joy or gtoom. 7 There shall the saints desire no more, Nor Hope increase their bliss; Nor can she force hell's prison door To light that dark abyss. 8 If only while on earth we stay Hope's joys to man are given, Oh, Savior, take not mine away Until I enter Heaven. 89. Advice to Professors. 1 T>AISE the Christian standard higher, Higher be the Christian's aim, And to nobler things aspire Than a mere professor's name. Always be an humble Christian, Never be a lifeless one, — Imitate the bright example Of Jehovah's only Son, 2 Let your piety be active, And your Jove so pure and strong, Your deportment so attractive As to draw the world along. For the inconsistent Christian, t i ii E KARF< i 00 One whose practice and whose creed Form but a remote connexion, Is a stumbling stone indeed. Almost Christians never flourish- But the saint in word and deed God's own promises will nourish, And their willing footsteps lead. Those who idle in his \ Those who seek the world's applau|^^ Never shall be counted faithful ^'fcf To our grreat Redeemer's cause. 89. The Prodigal. 1 "VfcfHEX the Prodigal retum'd From his state of ruin, His spirit did begin to burn To think what Le'd been doing, Lo! his heart is fit to break At the recollection And he resolv'd to tell the worst And humbly seek protection. "2 The son appear'cl a great way ajF, All in his tatter'd garments; As tears flow down, his heart is soft, Now mixed with fearful torment, The Father listening to his cries, Then runs to meet his youngest; Directed by his-longing eyes, Meeting with love the strongest. E 110 THE HARP, 3 The Father's come, now hear the son "Say, Father! I have sinned! I have, by sin, myself undone, And thy displeasure gained! I do not say that I'm thy child, But if thou canst believe me — To my poor soul be reconciled, A servant's place now give me." 4 Now leaning on his Father's breast, ,.*■ And glad he was arrives, '•'^ Freely now his sins confess, And has them all forgiven. Around his neck the Father throws His arms and hands most tender; A kiss, again — again bestows; "Saying, Son, I'm thy defender." 5 Swift to the skies the news arise, Of the returning stranger! The dead's alive! the lost is found! Rejoice, ye shining angels! The song, it rolls throughout the whole, In bursting joys of glory! We'll join the song and pass along, O, Holy, Holy, Holy! 90. Sick Bed Reflection. T ISTEN ye sprightly, and attend ye vain ones, Pause in your mirth, adversity consid'ring: Learn from a friend's pen, sentimental, painful, Sick bed reflection. THE HARP, 111 2 Healthful and gay, like you I spent my moments, Fondly my heart said, joy would last forerer; But I'd forgotten, man had no enjoyment But by permission. 3 Sudden and awful, from the height of pleasure, By pain and sickness, thrown upon this down-bed, Vain is its softness to assuage the pain of Raging disorder. 4 Kindest attention of my friends, most humane, With the profound skill of a kind Physician; All skill is baffled, while distress and anguish tortures my whole frame. 5 Vain are my groanings, all complaints are fruit- less: Changing my place cannot abate my fever, Here, like a reptile, on a bed of embers, Tortured! I languish. 6 Hopes of recovery my fond heart indulged, Till my Physician, to my great amazement, Kindly inform'd me that my case was desperate, Death swift approaching! 7 Wonder on wonder to my view now open'd, Life is receding, to the grave I'm hast'ning; Am I prepared! — this dread moment must I Meet my Creator! 8 Twenty five years I've spent without consid'ring Man as a mortal, dependent on a moment; Life waj5 a shadow, time a flying ajrow, Quick to dispel it. \ 12 THE HARP. 9 Oft have I listen'd while death-bells were tolling Seen the graves open, and spectators mourning; But, for myself, in spite of all these warnings, Long life expected. 10 Counsels I've slighted, warnings I've neglected In my gay moments thoughts of death I banish'J When grown gray-headed, often I've resohed, Death to prepare for. 11 Time in advance, to me seein'd moving slowly, Days without Ifiimber I've proposed for pleasure; But they are blasted, now behold the end of Procrastination. 12 Tortur'd in body, not one limb exempted, No sweet composure to direct one prayer; AH is disorder, yet my state eternal Now is depending. 13 O! ghastly death! pray stop one single mo- ment, While I give warning to my gay companions; No time is granted for expostulation — Shun my example; 91. The Christian Soldier. 1 T'M on my way to Canaan, And bid the world farewell! Come on, my fellow travelers, In spite of earth or hell! Though Satan's army re gee, THE HARP 113 And all his hosts combine, The Scripture doth engage us The strength of love divine. 2 I'll blow the silver trumpet And on the nations ell; For Christ has me commission'd To say he died for all. Come, try his grace, and prove him, You shall the gift obtain, He will not send you empty, Nor let you seek in vain. 3 And if you want a witness, We have one just at hand, Who lately has experienced The blessings of that land; It comes in copious showers Our bodies can't contain: It fills our ransom'd powers And soon we'll drink again. 4 The glories of that Kingdom My soul can ne'er describe. I feel it is within me; The blood so free applied. O, Come unto my Savior's arms And you shall feel his love. 'Tis sweeter than all earthly things; Just coming from above. 114 THE HARP 5 The glories of that heavenly place, I've oft times felt before. But what I feel is just a taste, And makes me long for more. Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd fly and be at rest, Then would 1 soar to worlds above, And dwell among the blest. 6 My soul looks up and sees Him smile; He now the blessing sends, And I am thinking all the while, When will my sorrows end? I contemplate it won't be long Till He will come again, Then shall I join the heavenly throng, And in his kingdom reign, 7 O, could I join the heavenly throng, And ne'er return again, I should not think the season long, That I have suffered pain. The sons of Zion, marching home, Along the heavenly street, Then would I join them as they come, And fall at Jesus' feet. 8 Says Faith, look yonder! see my crown, Laid up in heaven above! Says Hope, it shortly shall be mine. I long to wear it says Love: Desire pays, is that my crown? Tilt HARP. 115 Then to that world I'll flee! I cannot bear a longer stay; My rest 1 fain would see. 9 But stay, says Patience, wait awhile; The crown's for those that fight; The prize for those that run the race By faith and not by s'ght; Thus Faith doth take a pleasing view; Hope waits, Love sits and sings, Desire flutters to be gone, But Patience clips her wings. 92. Youthful Minister s Far ere ell! 1 Tj^ARE WELL, my brethren in the Lord, The grospel sounds a jnbilpe; My stamm'ring tongue shall sound aloud From land to land, from sea to sea; And as I preach from place to place, I'll trust alone in God's free grace. 2 Farewell in bonds and union dear, Like cords you twine about my heart; I humbly beg your fervent prayer, Till we shall meet no more to [art, Till we do meet in worlds above, Encircled in eternal love. 3 Farewell, my earthly friends below, Though all so kind and dear to me; My Jesus calls, and I must go, To sound the gospel jubilee : H6 THE H A R l' . To sound the joys, and boar the news, To Gentile worlds and royal Jews; 4 Farewell, young people, one and all, While God shall give me breath to breathe, I'll pray to the Eternal All, That your dear souls in Christ may live: That your dear Boole prepar'd may be To reign in bliss eternally. 5 Farewell to all below the sun: And as I pass in tears below, The path is straight, my feet shall run, And God will keep me as I i/o: My God will keep me in his hand, And bring me to the promis'd land. 6 Farewell, farewell! I look above- Jesus, my friend, to thee I call; My joy, my hope, my only love, My safeguard hence, my heavenly all; My theme to preach, my song to sing, My only hope in death, Amen! 93. Bower of Prayer. 1 rjlO leave my dear friends and with neighbors to part, And go from my home, it affects not my heart — Like the thoughts of absenting myself for a day, From that bless'd retreat where I'd chosen to. pray. THE HAHP. 117 2 Sweet bower, where the pine and the poplar hath spread, And woven their branches, a roof o'er my head ; How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, And pour'd out my soul to my Savior in prayer. 3 The early shrill notes of the lov'd Nightingale, As it dwelt on my bower, I observed as my bell, I To call me to duty, while birds of the air Sung anthems of praises as I went to prayer. | 4 How sweet were the zephyrs perfum'd with the pine, The ivy, the olive, the wild eglantine— But sweeter; Oh! sweeter, superlative, were The joys which I tasted, in answer to prayer. 5 Sweet bower, I must leave thee, and bid thee adieu, And pay my devotion in parts that are new — Well knowing my Savior resides ev'ry where, And can in all places give answer to prayer. 94. Trust in God. 1 "VV^HY, O, my soul! why thus depress'd, And why these anxious fears'? Let former favors fix thy trust, And check thy rising tears; When sorrow and affliction roar'd And press'd on every side, Did not the Lord sustain thy steps? And was not God thv guide! 118 T II E- H A R P . Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save. Perhaps before the rising dawn He'll reinstate thy peace; For he that bade the trumpet roar, Can bid the trumpet cease. In the dark watches of the night I'll count his mercies o'er; I'll praise him fur ten thousand past, And humbly sue for more: Here will I rest and build my hope, Nor murmur at his rod, He's more than all the world to me; My life, my health, my God. 95. Passage of the Red Sea. f\N they pressed mid hope and fear. For an army's tread was near; While the monarch's voice of cheer Rang through the parted flood. "Lords of Egypt! there's the slave, Heed ye not the mountain wave; Who's the God, the wretch to save, When I ask for blood!" Deeper grew the gloom of night; Fearful rose the water's height; But the gleaming pillar bright Marked out Edom's coast. THE HARP. 1 19 Swifter sped the exile band, Till the last had gained the strand; Stretched the prophet then his hand Tmv^rd the royal husf. 3 Now for strength, and now for speed, Now King Pharoah is thy need; Warrior! urge for once thy steed; Israel hath not bowed. Hark! the floods are coming — fly! Ah! See there! — some awful eye Looking at us — God — we die; God is in the cloud. 4 From the axles drop the wheels, Steed beneath his rider reels, Dark and wild the thunder peafs, Through that ocean bed. Backward roll the mighty waves, Gurgling to their ancient caves, There they roar above the graves, Where sleep Egypt's dead. 96. The Christian Graces. 1 "T\ANIEL'S wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith and patience show, John's divine communion feel, Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal; Run, like the unwearied Paul, Win the race, and conquer all. 2 Mary's love may I possess, Lydia's tender heartedness, Peter's fervent spirit feel, 120 T H E HARP. James' faith by works reveal; Like young- Timothy may I Ev'ry sinful passion fly. 3 Job's submission would I know, David's pure devotion show, Samuel's call, O may I hear, Lazarus' happy portion share; Let Isaiah's hallowed fire, All my new-born soul inspire. 4 Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer, Gideon's valiant steadfast care, Joseph's purity impart, Isaac's meditative heart; Abrah'm.'s friendship let me prove, Faithful to the God of love. 5 Most of all may I pursue The example Jesus drew; In my life and 'conduct show How he lived and walked below: Day by day, through grace bestow'd, Imitate my perfect Lord. 97. The Parting Hand. 1 TV£Y dearest friends in bonds of love, Whose hearts in sweetest union move, Your friendship's like a drawing band, Yet we must take the parting hand; Your comp'ny's sweet, your union dear, THE HARP. i 21 Your words delightful to my ear, And when I pee that wc must part, You draw like cords about my heart. 2 How sweet the bom When we have mot to sing and pr How loth we've been to leave the place Where Jesus show? his smiling face; could I stay with friends so kind, How would it cheer my drooping mind, But duty makes me understand That we must tak nd. 3 Well, since it is God's holy We must be parted for a while, In sweet submission all as one, We'll say our Father's wili be done; How oft I've seen your flowing te And heard you tell your hopes and fears; Your hearts with love, oft seem'd to flame, This makes, me hope we'rl meet again. 4 Ye mourning souls in sad surprise, Who seek for mansions in the skies, O, trust his grace, in all that land We'll no more take the parting hand. Dear Christian friends, both old and young, 1 hope in Christ you'll stiil go on, And if -oe earth we meet no more, O, may we meet on Canaan's shore. 1 22 TH E HARP. 5 IJiope you'll all remember me, If you on earth no more I see; An interest in your prayers I crave, That we may meet beyond the grave. glorious day! O blessed hope, My heart leaps forward at the thought That, on that happy, happy land, We'll no more take the parting hand. 98. Rise my Soul. 1 T>ISE my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards Heaven, thy native place, Sun and moon, and stars decay, Time will soon this earth remove;. Rise my soul and haste away, To seats prepar'd above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending, seeks the sun, Both speed them to their source, So a soul that's born of God, Pants to see his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares. While I, thy coast explore, Flattering world with all thy snare*,. THE HARP. 12S Solicit me no more. Pilgrims fix not here your home, Strangers tarry but a night, Whpn the last bright morn shall come, We'il rise to joyful light. 4 Then cease ye Pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize ; Soon the Savior will return Triumphant in the skies. Yet a season and you know, Happy entrance will be given; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for Heaven. 99. The Jews in Captivity. 1 "Y/f^HEN we our weary limbs to rest, Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept with doleful thoughts oppress'd, And Zion was our mournful theme. Our harps* that when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung. On willow trees that withered there. 2 Then they that led us captive said, Come sing us one of Zion's songs, And of our grief derision made, Nor Jacob's God redress'd our wrongs. How can we sing on Babel's shore, )Vhere songs profane offend the ear ; 124 THE HARP, Where strangers idol god's adore, And hated images appear. 3 If I forget Jerusalem, Although she now in ruin lies — Let every object cease to charm, And cleave my tongue and close my eyes ; O, could I see the house of God, Whose sacred ashes bleach the plains — Once more my brethren's blest abode, There would I dwell while life remains. 4 Then O, my soul arise and sing, And strive to gain the heavenly land, Where all the saints their honors bring, And crown with joy Jerusalem. There glory, glory, we shall sing. "When all our gloomy doubts are o'er, And join to praise our conquering King, On Canaan's peaceful, happy shore. 100. Christ in the Garden. 1 "C\^HILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest, The last beams of* day-light shone dim in the west, O'er fields, by the moonlight, ray wandering feet it in quiet meditation some lonely retreat. 2 While passing a garden, I paused for to hear A voice faint and plaintive from one that was "tbere ; The voice of the sufferer affected my heart, While in r ling the poor sinner's part. THE HARP, 125 3 In offering to Heaven his pitying prayer. He spoke of the torments the sinner must bear: His life as a ransom he offered to give, Tint sinners, redeemed, in glory might live. 4 I listened a moment, then turned me to see What man of compassion this stranger could be! I saw him, low, kneeling, upon the cold ground, The loveliest Being that ever was found! 5 His mantle was wet with the dews of the night; His locks by pale moon-beams were glist'ning and bright; His eyes, bright as diamonds, to heaven were raised; "While angels in wonder stood round him amazed! 6 So deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers That down o'er his bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears! I wept to behold him! I asked him his name, He answered, " 'Tis Jesus ! from heaven I came! 7 I am thy Redeemer! For thee I must die: The cup is most bitter; but cannot pass by! Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me: And all this deep anguish I suffer for thee!" 8 I heard with deep sorrow the tale of his wo; While tears like a fountain of waters did flow! The cause of his sorrows, to hear him repeat. Affected my heart— and I fell at his feet; E* I 26 T H E H A R P 9 I trembled with horror; and loudly did cry, ♦'Lord! save a poor sinner! O save, or I die!" He smiled when he saw me; and said tome, "live; Thy sins, which are many, I freely forgive!" * 10 How sweet was that moment he bade me re- joice! His smile, O how pleasant! How cheering his voice! I flew from the garden to spread it abroad, I shouted, Salvation! and glory to God! 11 I'm now on my journey to mansions above; My soul's full of glory, of light, peace, and love! I think of the garden, the prayer, and the tears Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears! 12 The day of bright glory is rolling around, Y v hen Gabriel descending the trumpet shall sound; My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise To gaze on the Stranger, with unclouded eyes! 101. Memento to the departed Bishop Emory. "Know ye not that a prince and a great man this day is fallen in Israel?" 1 A WARRIOR fallen! a warrior fallen! But why the fearful wail That strikes o'er Israel's hills and hosts, Her mightiest heroes pale? Firm to the last! While battle pour'd Jler showering death shots, calm- t H T. H A R P. 127 He now ungirds the champion's sword, To bear the conqueror's palm. 2 A light is qnench'd! a light is quench'd! But why the gloom that palls Our temple's golden candlesticks'? The sadness in our halls? — Bright to the last! — a radiance given, Along our sky he shone; Alight on earth, a star in heaven, A lamp before the throne. 102. There 1 s no place like Home. 1 "VTES, there's one place like home, 'tis at God's holy shrine, Where high thoughts are kindled, and feeling? divine: Where the anthems of praise so melodious roll, There's the home of devotion — the home of the soul. 2 As weary and sad, through this lone "vale of tears," Our steps we pursue, fill'd with doubts and with fears ; How the spirit's sweet breathings calm peace can impart, In this home of devotion — this home of the heart. 3 Though darkness and gloom overshadow our path, And the world's blighting tempest comes on in 128 THE HARP. Yet on Jesus' kind breast we repose all our care, In this home of devotion — this sweet home of prayer. 4 As the Sabbath's calm hours we delightfully spend, In holding high converse with Jesus, our friend; Though often our thoughts to our absent friends roam, Yet we feel that God's house is the Christian's own home. 5 And trusting in Jesus, almighty to save, We rob death of its sting — of its vict'ry the grave; All honor, and glory, and praise shall be given, While we swell the full song in that better homo — heaven. i 103. What is Prayer? BY J. MONTGOMERY. ►RAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd — The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles on the breast. 2 Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The falling of a t?ar, The upward glancing of the eye, When none but God is near. 8 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, That infant lips can try ; THE HARP. 1 29 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach, The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air — His watch-word at the gate of death — He enters heaven by prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways — "While angels in their songs rejoice, And say, behold he prays. 6 O thou by whom we come to God, The Light, the Truth, the way— The path of prayer thyself hast trod — Lord, teach us how to pray. 104. The Saint entering Paradise. BY REV. S. MATTISON. 1 TTAIL ye hosts of seraphs bright! I come to join your symphony, Forever here to feel delight, In your melodious company. My cares have ceas'd, my pangs are o'er — I now have reach'd the blissful shore, And floods of light begin to roll, And burst upon my ravish'd soul. Chorus. O sound his praise, ye heavenly choir, Who pluck'd me from the flaming fire. f 30 THE HARP 2 Now ye fading things of time, No more your false attraction, Shall move this peaceful heart of mine- My joys are everlasting. Lonir, I withstood the powers of hell, And Jesnfl was my glorious shield — Now I've got through the wilderness, And glory to my Gieat High Priest. Chorus. 3 Jesus looks with smiles of love, And angels bid me welcome ; The patriarchs and prophets old, Reach out the hand of friendship. My Christian neighbors here I rind, My kindred and my dearest friends — The song of Moses, now I join, And heaven and glory, all are mine. Chorus. 4 Now I see my God and King, With grateful admiration ; His ways, his works, his name I sing, Jn flaming adorafien. His everlasting glories shine, Infusing love, and joy sublime; To millions in those happy climes, And heaven and glory, all are mine. Chorus. 5 Its through the boundless fields of light, My mind is lost to ponder ; THE HAK?. 131 I sail through seas of glory bright, O, glorious scenes, O wonder! Angelic notes in highest sirains, And holy saints his love proclaims ; Loud acclamations to his name, Are thunder'd over the heavenly plains. Chorus. 105. The Gospel's Beauties. 1 T/S^ELL? blessed Savior, call'st thou me, To preach thy olorious gospel, O, what beauties now I see, In the glorious gospel. Food for the hungry, drink for the dry, Mansions for us to dwell on high, Without the gospel, souls must die. O how sweet is the gospel. 2 Well, blessed master. I will go, And preach thy glorious gospel ; Nothing but Jesus will I know, In the glorious gospel. In the gospel we behold, Mansions of love rnoro pure than gojd — Glories above it does unfold, O how sweet is the gospel. 3 Riches unto the poor we find, Are given by the gospel ; Honor and pleasures of the mind, Arc treasures of the gospei. 132 THE WARP The gospel exalts the Lord on high, The gospel prepares us all to die; Those that believe it dwell on high, O how sweet is the gospel. 4 Health for the sick is given free, By the gracious gospel; Naked souls may clothed be, By the glorious gospel. By faith in Jesus crucified, Souls with love are well supplied. The Holy Ghost becomes our guide: O how sweet is the gospel. 5 For the soul there's a hiding place, In the glorious gospel; And the Savior shows his face; In the glorious gospel. Smiling upon the needy soul, The broken hearted he'll make whole; Saints sound the news from pole to pole, O how sweet is the gospel. 6 There's bounty for soldier's armor bright, Given by the gospel; Those that believe it all must fight, Valiantly for the gospel. Then glorious crowns we shall receive, Forever in Christ's Kingdom live — » Oh, dying sinners corne, believe, And prove how sweet is the gospel, THE HARP, 133 F 106. Battle Lament for the Rev. Dr. Fish, President of the Wesleyan University, Middle- town, Conn. BY JOHN N. MAFFIT. IALLEN— on Zion's battle hill, A soldier of renown, Armed in the panoply of God, In conflict cloven down; His helmet on, his armor bright, His cheek unblenched with fear — While round his head there gleamed a light His dying hour to cheer. 2 Fallen — while cheering with his voice The sacramental host, With banner floating on the air — Death found him at his post; In life's high prime his warfare closed; But not ingloriously, He fell beyond the outer wall, And shouted victory! 3 Fallen — a holy man of God, An Israelite indeed, A standard-bearer of the cross, Mighty in word and deed — A master-spirit of the age, A bright and burning light, Whose beams across the firmament Scattered the clouds of night. 134 THE HARP 4 Fallen — as sets the sun at eve To rise in splendor where His kindred luminaries shine, Their heaven of bliss to share; Beyond the stormy banle-field He reigns and triumphs now, Sweeping a harp of wondrous song With glory on hi.s brow! 107. The Stranger and his Friend. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY. — Mall. XXV, 35 — 40. 1 4 POOR wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer nay. I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet there was something in his eye That won my love — I know not why. 2 Once when my scanty meal was spread, He enter'd, not a word he spake; Just perishing for want of bread : I gave him all; he bless'd it, brake, And ate, but gave me part again: Mine was an angel's portion then, And while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste. 3 I spied him where a fountain burst Clear from the rock, his strength was gone; The heedless water mocl.'d his thirst, THE HARP. He heard it, saw it hurrying on: I ran and raised the sufferer up, Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, Dipt, and returned it running o'er, I drank, and never thirsted more. 4 'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew A winter hurricane aloof; I heard his voice abroad, and flew To bid him welcome to my roof; I warm'd, I cloth'd, I cheer'd my guest, I laid him on my couch to rest, Then made the earth my bed, and seemed In Eden's garden while I dream'd. 5 Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side; I rous'd his pulse, brought back his breath, Reviv'd his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heaPd; — I had, myseif, a wound conceal'd, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. 6 In prison I saw him next — condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn: The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honor'd him 'midst shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He ask'd — if I for him would die? The flesh was weak, my blood run chill, But the free spirit cried, "I will," 136 THE HARP. 7 Then in a moment, to my view, The stranger darted from disguise: The tokens in his hands I knew; My Saviour stood before mine eyes! He spake, and my poor name he nam'd — "Of me thou hast not been asham'd; These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thou didst them unto me." 108. A Thought suggested by the New Year. BY CAMPBELL. 1 HPHE more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages: A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. 2 The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals ling'ring, like a river smooth Along its grassy borders. 3 But, as the care-worn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye stars that measure life to man! Why seem your courses quicker? 4 When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid? THE HARP 137 5 It may be strange — yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding! When one by one our friends have gone, And left our bosoms bleeding. C Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length Proportioned to their sweetness. 109. Jerusalem. BY BISHOP HEBER. 1 "JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favored home of God on earth, thou heav- en below the sky! Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to 6ee, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for thee. -2 Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly — thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons be free! .3 "And who art thou that mournest me?" replied the ruin gray, 138 THE HARP "And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a cast away? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee; But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive tree! 4 "Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment; Yet gaze not idiy on our fall, but sinner, warned be, Who spared not his chosen seed, may send his wraih on thee! 5 "Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime; Oh! turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this ac- cepted time! So, Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, And in the New Jerusalem thy home forever be!" 110. Art thou a Christian? 1 {&RT thou a Christian? Dost thou say %fM - thou art] High is thy destination, O, act well thy part; To be Christ-like, to follow thy great head, In all things hear his voice, and by that voice be led; T H E H A R P . 139 Though at its requisitions shrinking- nature trem- ble, Still follow on, in all things Christ resemble. 2 Art thou a Christian? Is the moving cause, The spring of all thy actions, love? Does its pure laws Constrain thy every power, thy heart, strength, mind? Does its o'erflowings reach to all mankind, And sit upon thy lip, and in thy bosom tremble? In burning love to souls, thy Christ resemble. 3 Art thou a Christian? Does joy light thine eye? Has faith's bright day-star lit thy once dark sky? And does thy hidden life thus brought to light, Wake transports of unspeakable delight? Joy on in hope, its beams still o'er thee tremble; "Let thy light shine," and thus thy Christ re- semble. 4 Art thou a Christian? Does peace soothe thy breast? Where once disquiet dwelt, is all at rest? At peace with God, through Jesus justified? At peace with all for whom thy Saviour died? O! spread its influence, till dire discord tremble; In fruitfulness of peace thy Christ resemble. 5 Art thou a Christian? Is thy spirit vex'd By sin's unhallow'd wiles? tired and perplex'd 140 THE HARP Do seeming friends unite with angry foes, And powers of darkness join to discompose? Retain thy quiet — yet thou need'st not tremble; Be firm, thy all long-suffering Christ resemble. 6 Art thou a Christian? Does a luring spell, A concentrated halo, round thee dwell? Where all the Christ-like graces so combine, As speaks thy high relationship divine? That as a holy charm bids wandering gazers tremble? Gentle, and good, and meek, thy Christ resem- ble. 7 Art thou a Christian? then thy noble birth Secures thy rest, beyond the scenes of earth; Faith points thy lifted gaze beyond the skies, Where thy inheritance in splendor lies; And when on homeward wing, thou need'st not tremble; Christ has gone upward, thus thy Christ resem- ble. 8 Art thou a Christian? Glorious, blissful state, Eye hath not seen, ear heard, or thought con- ceived how great The bliss of those who bear the seal impress'd, The imprint of the heavenly on their breast; What they shall be on mortal lip ne'er trembled, ^Vhen made* like Him whom they on earth re- sembled. THE n A R P . 141 111. Tke Hope— the Star— the Voice. 1 npHERE is a hope— a blessed hope- More precious and more bright* Than all the joyless mockery The world esteems delight. 2 There is a star — a lovely star — That lights the darkest gloom, And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The prospects of the tomb. 3 There is a voice — a cheering voice* That lifts the soul above, Dispels distrustful, anxious doubt, And whispers — "God is love!" 4 That voice is heard from Calvary's height, And speaks the soul forgiven — That star is revelation's light- That hope, the hope of heaven. 112. Freedom of Will 1 TZ" NOW then that every soul is free, To chase his life and what he'll be; For this eternal truth hath given, That God will force no man to heaven. 2 He'll draw, persuade, direct him right, Bless him with wisdom, love and lightj In nameless ways be good and kind, But never force the human mind. 3 Freedom and reason makes us men; Take these away, what are we then 1 142 THE HART. Mere animals, and just as well The beasts may think of heaven or hell. 4 'Tis my free will for to 'Tis God's free will me ro receive, To stubborn willers, this I'll tell, 'Tis all free grace, and a!! free will. 5 Those who despjse, grow harder still; Those wlio adhere, he '.urns their will, And thus despisers sink to hell, While those who hear in glory dwell. 113. Joseph and his Brethren. 1 "V^HEN Joseph his brethren beheld Afflicted and trembling with fear, His heart with compassion was filled, From weeping he could not forbear. Awhile, his behavior was rough* To bring their past sin to their mind; But when they were humbled enough, He hasten'd to show himself kind. 2 How little they thought it was he Wtiora they had ill treated and sold: How great their confusion must be, As soon as his name he had told. I am Joseph, your brother, he said; And still to my heart you are dear: You sold me, and thought I was dead, But God for your sakes sent rae here. T H E II A R P . 143 3 Though greatly distressed before, When charged with purloining the cup, They now were confounded much more, Not one of them durst to look up. Can Joseph, whom we would have slain, Forgive us the evil we did? Arid will he our household maintain? Oh, this is a brother indeed! 4 Thus drngg'd by my conscience, I came All loaded with guilt, to the Lord, Surrounded with terror and shame, Unable to utter a word. At first, he looked stern and severe; What anguish then pierced my heart, Expecting each moment to hear The sentence, "Thou cursed, depart." 5 But ah, what surprise when he spoke, While tenderness beam'd in his face, My heart then to pieces was broke, O'ervvhelmed and confounded by grace. Poor sinner, I know thee full well, By thee I was sold and was slain; But I died to redeem thee from hell, And raise thee in glory to reign. 6 I am Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'd, And crucified often afresh; But let me henceforth be esteem'd Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh. 144 THE HARP. My pardon I freely bestow, Thy wants I will fully supply, I'll guide thee and guard thee below, And soon will remove thee on high. 7 Now publish to sinners around, That they may be willing to come, The mercy which now you have found, And tell that still there is room. Oh sinner, the message obey, No more vain excuses pretend, But come without further delay To Jesus, our brother and friend. 114. Glory to Immanuel. 1 TXAIL! God the Father, glorious light, Hail! God the Son, my soul's delighv Hail! Holy Ghost, Eternal Three, One God to all eternity. ' Ye glittering orbs around the skies, Who speak his glories in disguise, Your silent language ne'er can tell The glories of Immanuel. Tall mountains that becloud the skies, With all tne hilla that round you rise, While time endures, you ne'er can tell 2 Ye trembling seas with dismal roar, Whose billows roll from shore to shore, Your thund'ring language ne'er can tell THE HARP. 145 The power of Immanuel. Ye worlds on worlds, with all your throng, Through every clime extend the song; He saved us from a gaping hell, Yes, glory to Immanuel. Behold him leave the Father's throne, Behold him bleeding, hear him groan; Death's iron chain would fail to tell The strength of King Immanuel. 3 Behold him take his ancient seat With millions bowing at his feet; He's conquered all the hosts of hell, Yes, glory to Immanuel. His fame shall spread from pole to pole, While glory rolls from soul to soul, The gospel word goes far to tel^- The love of King Immanuel. While I am singing of his name, My soul begins to feel the flame, I'm full, I'm full, but ne'er can tell The glory of Immanuel. 4 I soon shall hear the trumpet sound, And see his glories blaze around, Then will I shout, and sing, and tell Redemption through Immanuel. Ten thousand, thousand, in a throng, Ten thousand, thousand, join the song, He saved us from a gaping hell, O! glory to Immanuel. 146 THE HARP. My soul's transported with his charms, I long to lie in Jesus' arms: My loving brethren, all farewell, I go to meet Immanuel. 115. Fellowship with God. 1 "piROM all that's mortal, all that's vain, And from this earthly clod, Arise my "soul, and strive to gain, Sweet fellowship with God. 2 Say what is there beneath the skies, In all the paths thou'st trod, Can suit thy wishes or thy joys, Like fellowship with God. 3 Not life, nor all the toys of art, Nor pleasure's flow'ry road, Can to my soul such bliss impart, As fellowship with God. 4 When I am made in love to bear Affliction's needful rod, Light — sweet and kind the strokes appear, Through fellowship with God. 5 In fierce temptation's fiery blasts, When dangerous is the road, I'm happy if I can but taste Sweet fellowship with God. 6 So when the icy hand of death, Shall chill my flowing blood, With joy I'll yield my latest breath, Through fellowship with God. THEHARP. 147 116. Experience. 1 "VTE brave and bold, ye brisk and dull, Come listen to my story; I'll tell you things that I have seen, Surpassing all vain glory: When I was young and brisk and gay, My heart was set on pleasure, And in the wandering paths of youth, I thought to find a treasure. 2 But One that dwelt above the sky, Told me I was mistaken; And if by him in whom I lived, I once should be forsaken, No pleasure more I'd ever know, But soon would be neglected By all my earthly friends below, By heaven I'd be rejected. 3 God's law, a bold demand did make, Which I as firm refused, Declaring if I must comply, I grossly was abused. No men I've kill'd, no life destroyed, Or any widow robbed; But still I gloomy felt within* My spirit sighed and sobbed. 4 I was brought up before the bar* My sins were all arraigned, Then they were all made plain to me, 148 THE HARP My countenance was changed. Hell was my lot, I plainly saw, If I had not remission, And just 'twould be if God should leave Me in this sad condition. 5 Then he reveal'd his love to me, Sweeter than Sampson's honey, I had my fill both night and day, For neither price nor money. Sure then, said I, if such a wretch Has in the Lord found favor, Surely there's room for all mankind, In my capacious Saviour. 117. Seeing God. 1 rpHROUGH all the world below, God we see, all around; Search hills and vallies through, There he's found. The growing of the corn, The lilly and the thorn, The pleasant and forlorn All declare, God is there; In rivers drest in green, There he's seen. 2 See springing waters rise, Fountains flow, rivers run, The mist beclouds the ekie*, Hides the sun: THE HARP. 149 Then down the rain doth pour, The ocean, it doth roar, And beat upon the shore, All to praise, in their lays, A God who ne'er declines His designs. 3 The sun, with all his rays, Speaks of God as he flies, The comet, with her blaze, God, she cries. The shining of the stars, The moon, when it appears, His dreadful name declares, As they fly through the sky, While shades of silent sound Join the round. 4 Then let my station be Here in life, where J see The Sacred One in Three All agree. In all the works he's made, The forest and the glade, Nor let me be afraid, Though I dwell in a hell; Since natuie's works declare God is there. Second Part. 1 When God did Moses show Glories more than Peru, 150 THE HARP. His face alone withdrew From his yiew. Mount Sinai is the place Where God did show his grace, While Moses sang his praise; See him rise through the skies, And view old Canaan's ground All around. 2 Elijah's servant hears From the hill, and declares A little cloud appears; Dry your tears; Our Lord transfigured is, With the two saints of his, As say the witnesses, See him shine, all divine, While Olive's mount is blest, With the rest. 3 Not India full of gold, With Peru, we are told, Nor seraphs strong and bold, Can unfold The mountain Calvary, Where Christ our Lord did die; Hark, hear the God-man cry; Mountains quake, heavens shake, - While God, their author's ghost Left the coast. THE HARP. 151 4 And now on Calvary We may stand, and espy Beyond this lower sky, Far on high, Mount Sion's spicy hill, Where saints and angels dwell, And hear them sing, and tell Of their Lord, with-accord, And join in Moses' song, Heart and tongue. 5 Since hills are honor'd thus By our Lord, in his course, Let them not be by us Call'd accurs'd: Forbid it, mighty King; But rather let us sing Till hills and vallies ring, Echo fly, through the sky, And heaven hear the sound From the ground. 118. Christian Aspiration. A H, give me, Lord, my sins to mourn, My sins which have thy body torn; Give me with broken heart to see Thy last tremendous agony, i O, could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that wondrous sight; O, that like Salem's daughters I Could stand and see my Saviour die. 152 THE HARP 3 I'd smite upon my breast, and mourn, And never from his cross return; I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus' blood. 4 One precious draft, Lord Jesus grant, One precious drop is all I want; One precious drop of thy rich blood, Will make me cry, my Lord, my God. 5 Then Lord, deny me what thou wilt, If thou would'st ease me of my guilt, Good Lord, in mercy hear my cry, And give me Jesus, or I die. 119. Remember now thy Creator. 1 I3EMEMBER, sinful youth, You must die; you must die: Remember, sinful youth, you must die. Remember, sinful youth, Who hate the ways of truth, And in your follies boast, You must die; you must die: And in your follies boast, You must die! 2 Uucertain are your days Here below, here below: Uncertain are your days here below. Uncertain are your days, For God has many ways THE HARP. 153 To bring you to your graves, Here below, here below: To bring you to your graves, Here below. 3 To a dreadful judgment day, You are bound, you are bound: To a dreadful judgment day, you are bound. To a dreadful judgment day, Be your thoughts whate'er they may, Nor can you it delay, Yo«*-are bound, you are bound; Nor can you it delay, You are bound. 4 The God who built the skies, Great I Am, Great 1 Am; The God who built the skies, Great I Ant. The God who built the skies, Has said, and cannot lie, Impenitents must die And be damn'd, and be darnn'd; Impenitents must die And be damn'd. 5 Then, Oh, my friends, don't you, I entreat, I entreat; Then, Oh, my friends, don't you, I entreat; Then, Oh, my friends, don't you Your carnal ways pursue, ¥our precious souls undo. 154 THE HA RP. I entreat, I entreat: Your precious souls undo, I entreat. 6 Unto the SaviouT flee, 'Scape for life, 'scape for life; Unto the Saviour floe, 'scape for life: Unto the Savior flee, Lest death eternal, be Your final destiny; •Scape for life, 'scape for life; Your final destiny; 'Scape for life. 120. Pray for your Minister. 1 TESUS, in truth and pow'r divine, Send forth this messenger of thine; His soul incline, his heart inspire, And touch his lips with holy fire. 2 Be thou his mouth and wisdom, Lord, And through him speak the sov'reign word, That careless sinners may awake, Their danger see, their sins forsake. 3 To those who feel their wretched case, Aid him to preach the word of grace; Sweetly their yielding bosoms move, And meet them with the fire of love. 3 Let all with lhankfnl hearts confess Thy welcome messenger of peace; Thy pow'r in his report be found, And let thy feet behind him sound. THE HAR?, 155 121. A Friend Indeed. i g~\NE there is, above all others, Who deserves the name of friend: His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. Those who do his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love. 2 Which, of earthly friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood! But, Messiah died to save us, And to reconcile to God. •Phis is^boundless love, indeed, Jesue is a friend in need. 3 When he lived on earth, abased, Friend of sinners, was his name: Now, above all creatures raised, Now, as yesterday, the same. Still he calls, Come unto me; And to all his grace is free. 122. My Hope- My All. 1 1VFY hope, my all, my Savior there, To thee, to! now my soul 1 bow; I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, I find the Savior in my heart. 2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me through my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep my Savior near thy side. 156 THE HARP. 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me, As I have need; my Savior be — And if I would from thee depart, Then clasp me, Savior, to thy heart. 4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, Save me from sin, and Satan's power; Tear every idol from thy throne, And reign, my Savior, reign alone. 5 My suff'ring time will soon he o'er, Then shall I sigh, and weep no more; My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day. 123. Give to Jesus, Glory. 3 A FEW more days of pain and wo> A A few more suff'ring scenes below> And then, to Jesus we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow; And there we'll give him glory. 2 That awful trumpet, sooa will sound, And shake the vast creation round, To call the nations from the ground: While all the saints, in glory crown'd, Shall give to Jesus, glory. 3 Ten thousand thunders then will roll, And rend the globe from pole to pole; How dreadful to the guilty soul — Yet nothing shall the saints control, They'll give to Jesus, glory* THE HARP. 157 4 There tears shall all be wiped away, And Christians never go astray; Wh^n we are freed from cumb'rous clay, We'll praise the Lord in endless day, And give to Jesus, glory. 5 Come parents, children, bond or free, Come, will you go to heaven with me, That glorious land of rest to see, And shout with me eternal!}'-, And give to Jesus glory? 6 My soul feels happy, while I sing; I feel that I am on the wing; I'll shout salvation to my King, Till I to heaven my trophies bring, And there we'll give him glory. 124. Ho, Every one that Thirsts, 1 TESUS came into the world, And suffer'd to redeem us; Then ascended up on high, And sent his grace to save us. CHORUS. Ho! every one that thirsts, Come ye to the waters; Freeh/ drink and quench your thirsts, With Zion's sons and daughters. 2 Come, all ye mourning, weeping souls, Who long to be forgiven; We bring glad tidings unto you, From the high court of heaven. 158 THE HARP, 3 There is a fountain open wide, For sin and all uncleanness; Streaming from the Saviour's side, It flows in Gospel freeness. 4 O, seek the circumcising grace, Be wise, and don't refuse it; For if you seek your lives to save, You may be sure to lose them. 5 The cross of Christ you must take up, Fearless of persecution; Or groan, you must, when time shall end, In darkness and confusion. 6 Shall unbelief debar you from The knowledge of the Saviour? Believe, and you'll be justified; Believe, and live forever. 125. Hastening to Dust. 1 Y\7"E are hastening on, we are hastening on, To the sleep of the years, that are van- ish'd and gone; To the voiceless chambers that lie beneath, To the silent halls of darkness and death, Through life's chequer'd mazes of joy and wo, Through the grief and the gloom of this vale below With the fair, and the brave, and the proud and the just, We are hastening to duet, we are hastening to dust. THE HARP. 159 2 Ye beautiful throng of the bright and fair, With your locks of glossy and golden hair; With your sparkling eyes, and their rays divine, That languishing beam, or brilliantly shine, With your forms that before and around us sweep, Like the phantoms that float in the realms of sleep, Midst hope and joy, and faith and trust; Ye are hastening to dust, ye are hastening to dust. 3 Ye plum'd band of the strong and the brave, -With your burnished swords, and plumes that wave; With your banners that stream on the breezes unfurled, And your shouts that frighten the trembling world With your bared arms, and your lifted lance, And your blackened brow, and your fearful glance, Midst the sabre's stroke, and the dagger's thrust, Ye are hastening to dust, ye are hastening to dust. 4 Ye scoffing tribes of the rich and the proud, With your necks unburnt, and your knees un- bowed; With your minion train of the mean and vile, That crouch before you, and fawn and smile; With your spurning foot and your threatening eye, That stagger the poor as you pass them by; With all your pomp and power and trust, Ye are hastening to dust, ye are hastening to dust, 160 THE HARP. 5 Ye lovely train of the humble and meek, Who wipe the tear from the aged cheek; With your smiles that bind up the broken in heart, And pour in the balm on the poison'd dart, With your prayers that rise to the throne above, And bring down the blessings of peace and love; With the fair, and the brave, and the proud and the just, Ye are hastening to dust, ye are hastening to dust. 126. Daniel in the hionH s Den. 1 \ MONG the Hebrew captives, One Daniel there was found, Whose unexampled piety Astonished all around. They saw him very pious, And faithful to the Lord; Three times a day he bowed To supplicate his God. 2 Among the king's high princes This Daniel was the first; The king preferr'd the spirit That Daniel did possess: His unexampled piety Sustain'd their jealousy; The princes sought his ruin; Obtain'd a firm Decree: 3 Should any man or woman, A supplication bring, For thirty dayg ensuing, THE HARP. 161 But unto thee, O, King; To any lord or master, Or any other man, They shall, without distinction, Fall in the lion's den. 4 But now, when Daniel heard it, Unto his house he went, To beg his God's protection, It was his whole intent: His windows being open, Before the Lord he bow'd: The princes were assembled, And saw him worship God. 5 They came to king Darius, And spake of his decree; Saying, "This Hebrew, Daniel, Doth nothing care for thee; Before his God he boweth Three times in every day, With all his windows open, And we have heard him pray." 6 Now when Darius heard it, His heart did sore lament, He set his heart on Daniel, The sentence to prevent. The princes then assembled, And to the king they said; "Remember your great honor, Likewise the law you made." 162 THE HARP. 7 Darius then commanded, That Daniel should be brought And cast into the lion's den, Because the Lord he sought. The king then said to Daniel; "The God whom you adore Will save you from the lions And bless you evermore." 8 The king went to his palace And fasted all the night: He neither ate nor drank, nor In music took delight. So, early the next morning He hasted on the way, And came unto the lions' den, Where this bold Hebrew lay. 9 There, with a voice of mourning, To Daniel cried aloud, Saving, "O, Daniel, Daniel! Thou servant of the Lord! Is not thy God sufficient For to deliver thee? The God in whom thou trustest; And serve continually?" 10 "My God hath sent his angels And shut the lions' jaw, So that they have not hurt me; My innocence they saw." THE HARP. 163 Then straight the king commanded To take hirn out the den, Because in God he trusted, No harm was found in him. 11 See how this faithful Daniel Fear'd not the face of clay; Not all the king's commandments Could make him cease to pray. He knew that God was with him, To save his soul from death; He trusted in Jehovah, And prayed at every breath. Second Pari. 1 Darius then commanded Those wretches to be brought, Who had, with so much boldness, The life of Daniel sought. On women, men and children, The sentence being pass'd, Among the angry lions Those wretches then were cast. 2 The lions rushed with vengeance Upon those guilty men, And tore them all in pieces Ere to the bottom came. Thus God will save his children, Who put their trust in him, And punish their offenders With agonies extreme! 164 THE HARP 3 Then a new proclamation Darius issued forth, Commanding- all the people That dwelt upon the earth, To fear the God of Daniel; For he's the living- God, Whose kingdom is forever, And cannot be destroyed. 4 He worketh signs and wonders In heaven and in earth, Who hath delivered Daniel And shut the lions' mouth; Who saved the Hebrew children When cast into the flames; Who is the God of heaven, And spreads his wide domain. 5 This Daniel's God is gracious To all his children dear, He gives them consolation, And tells them not to fear; He's promis'd to support them And bring them safe to dwell Eternally in heaven; But dooms his foes to hell. 6 Now sinners, hear the Gospel; It says to you, repent: Come, try a bleeding Saviour; For you his blood was spilt. THE HARP. 165 Who died to purchase pardon, That we might by his power Escape the roaring lions, Who seek us to devour. 7 O, will you be persuaded By one that loves you well, To turn and seek salvation, With Christ in heaven to dwell* Come, serve the God of Daniel; 'Tis Jesus bids you come, You'll find a hearty welcome In Christ, the bleeding Lamb. 8 Glory to God; O, glory For his redeeming love; Religion makes us happy here, And will in heaven above. We'll sing loud hallelujahs, And join the holy song With Moses, Job and Daniel, And all the heav'nly throng. 127. The worn-out Itinerant. 1 f\ HEAVENLY Muse! my breast inspire With glowing, bright, poetic flame; Thy choice assistance I require To sing of him I now will name. 2 The vet'ran soldier of the cross, Woiu out contending long with sin, Has gladly counted all things lose, So he might souls and glory win. 166 THE HARP. 3 He's travell'd through the western wilds When roads and turnpikes were unknown; " By stars and trees he's travell'd miles Fatigued, and hungry, and alone. 4 The cold damp ground was oft his bed, While hungry wolves were prowling round; With saddle bags beneath his head, (His heart was light) he slept profound. 5 The sacred blessings we enjoy Were purchased by his arduous toils; Sore conflicts did his powers destroy, But we sit down and share the spoils. 6 Behold him now o'ercast with gloom, Afflicted and infirm with age; He served the Church in youthful bloom, The Church should now his griefs assuage. 7 O God! shall hoary hairs go down With sorrow to the silent gravel Is grief the laurel that shall crown The good, the faithful, and the brave? 8 No! there's a glorious crown above, Adorn'd with many a precious gem; Look up, dear vet'ran, Christ in love Holds out that sparkling diadem! 128. Spiritual Gardens. 1 ~V\, T HILE within my garden roving, And my senses all are fed: Rising from these lov'd attractions, THE HARP, 167 I'm to nobler subjects led: Other gardens, Here, in musings, oft I tread. 2 First, I enter Eden's garden, Yielding pain and profit too; Adam, here, while sinless standing, Nought of fear, or sorrow knew: But what changes Did from his offence ensue! 3 Then wilh hope and joy reviving, To Gethsemane I go: And approach, in that dread garden, Jesus bearing all my wo: From his anguish, All my ease and safety flow. 4 In the garden where they laid him, With the Marys, there I sit; Weeping, till I see him rising, And embrace his pierced feet: King of terrors, Now I can thy frowning meet. 5 In the Church, the Savior's garden — Trees, and plants, and flowers I see; Guarded, water'd, train'd, and cherished, Blooming immortality: A11,0 Calvary! All derived alone from thee, 168 THE HARP. 6 But, above all gardens precioas, See the heavenly paradise, There the tree of life is bearing; There the springs of glory rise: And the richness Every want and wish supplies. 7 There, the foot no thorn e'er pierces, There the heart ne'er heaves a sigh; There, in white, we walk with Jesus; All our loved connections by : And to reach it, 'Tis a privilege to die! 129. The. Crucified. BY CHARLOTTE. 1 T ONG time I bow'd at folly's shrine, To earth my foolish heart was tied, Despised the calls of grace divine, Nor once thought of the Crucified. 2 Pleasure with sweet enticing voice, Too strongly urged to be denied; 1 made her flovv'ry paths my choice, And thought not of the Crucified. 3 She told me every earthly joy Was ever blooming by her side, And bid me not my peace annoy, By thinking of the Crucified. 4 I follow'd on with eager haste, Buoyant with hope, and puff'd with pride; THE HARP. 169 Nor would I one short moment waste, By thinking of the Crucified. 5 But soon — ah! very soon I found Beneath her roses thorns could hide; That false was pleasure's airy round, Yet thought not of the Crucified. 6 Then troubled, pained, and ill at rest, Hope's flowers faded, withered, died; There cross'd my aching, troubled breast, A thought — 'twas of the Crucified. 7 Then sorrow came with sadden'd face, And deep reflection by her side; But still, methought, 'twill be disgrace, Now to seek for the Crucified. 8 Sickness next shook my trembling frame, And death approach'd with rapid stride; Then came the thought — with pow'r it came, Of the neglected Crucified. 9 My sou!, now plung'd in deep distress, No longer could its sorrows hide, But gladly did I now confess My need of the blecs'd Crucified. 10* But ah! this hard, this carnal heart, So long had mercy's voice defied, It seem'd as with life's blood to part, To yield all for the Crucified. 170 T H E II A R P 11 And less than all would not suffice; Down, down must come my stubborn pride, Cut off right hands, pluck out right eyes, Or ne'er behold the Crucified. 12 The sacrifice at length was made, And bless His name, who for me died, He heard me when I trembling prayed, And yielded to the Crucified. 13 Since then, his gifts — peace, joy and love Have flow'd like rivers by my side, And I would shout, where'er I rove, The Crucified, the Crucified. 130. Religion. 1 T IKE snow that falls where waters glide, Earth's pleasures vanish fast; They melt in time's destroying tide, And cold are while they last. 2 But joys that from religion flow, Like stars that gild the night, Amid the darkest gloom of wo, Shine forth with sweetest light. 3 Religion's ray, no clouds obscure, But o'er the Christian's soul, It sheds a radiance calm and pure, Though tempests round him roll. 4 His heart may break 'neath sorrow's stroke, But to its latest thrill, Like diamonds shining when they're broke, That ray will light it still. T H E H A R P . * 171 131. Sweet Prayer. BY MISS ANN LUTTON, MOIRA, IRELAND. XX7HEN torn is the bosom by sorrow or care, Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer; It eases, soothes, softens, subdues, yet sustains, Gives vigor to hope, and puts passion in chains. - Prayer, prayer, O sweet prayer. Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer 2 When far from the friends we hold dearest to part * What fond recollections still cling to my heart, Past scenes and past converse, past enjoyments are there, O how hurt fully pleasing till hallowed by prayer. Prayer, prayer, O sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer. 3 W hen pleasure would woo us from piety's arniSj The siren sings sweetly, or silently charms, We listen, love, loiter, are caught in the snare, On looking to Jesus we conquer by pruyer. Prayer, prayer, O sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer, 4 While strangers to prayer we are strangers to bliss, Heaven pours its full streams through no medium but this; And till we the Seraphim's ecstacy share, Our chalice of joy must be guarded by prayer. Prayer, prayer, O sweet prayer, Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer. 172 THE HARP 132. The Barren Fig Tree. BY REV. DR. RAFFLES. — Luke xiii, 6. 1 -""O ARREN still this tree is found, Lo, it cumbers still the ground:- Cullure it has had for years, But as yet no fruit appears. . Cut it down — why all this toil? It no more shall curse the soil!" 2 But the Dresser cries, "Forbear- Let it stand another year; Still it shall my care employ, Then, if fruit appear, with joy At thy feet it shall be laid, And my toil be well repaid." 3 Lord, this parable's for me: I'm that dead and fruitless tree. I within the vineyard stand, Planted by thy gracious hand; Yet, with all the Dresser's care* Scanty is the fruit I bear. 4- 1 have peaceful sabbath days, I have hours of prayer and praise: Faithful sermons, they are mine, Threatenings, promises divine; All that wisdom could devise, Sent, in mercy, from the skies. 5 Yet my heart is cold and dead, Like a branch that's withered: the ii a r r . i / a Yet my hands inactive prove, To promote the cause I love: Blessed Jesus, can there be Life in such a barren tree? 6 But, another year is' given, Granted by indulgent Heaven; Sabbaths, sermons, hours of prayer; Granted for another year: Still deserved wrath delays, Mercy lengthens out my days. 7 O for grace this year to be All that God delights to see — O for wisdom, from above, Every moment to improve: And, when time is p^st away ; O for mercy in that day. 133. "Ye must be born Again." 1 "V^IIEX Jesus dwelt on earth below Among the sons of men, He spared no pains to let them know They must be born again. 2 We all have broke Jehovah's laws And guilty must remain, Condemned to all the pains of hell Till we are born again. 3 By nature sve are prone to sin, And all our thoughts are vain; 174 T H E H A R F: Eternal life you ne'er can win Till you are born again. 4 In vain we seek f r bliss below While sin doth in up reign; True happiness we ne'er can know Till we are born again, 5 Alas! whafe'er good works we do, His favor to obtain, They can't our sinful hearts renew; We must be born again. Were we baptized a thousand times It would be all in vain; This cannot wash our crime away, We must be born again. 7 No sacrament, no outward form, Can save from endless pain; We must be of the Spirit born; We must, be born again. 8 The word of God is firm and sure, And always will remain; Eternal wrath we must endure Unless we're born again. This is Jehovah's great decree; He always will maintain That sinners — swch as you and rn«— Muat all be born again. THE HARP. 1 76 10 Sinners, we ne'er can enter heaven, Or life eternal gain, Until we know our sins forgiven, And feel we're born again. 134. "JT$ God, Remember Me." NEHEMIAH X\U, 31. 1 \VTHEN T persecution rears its head, And sfalks from sea to sea; When o'er the land its horrors spread, "My God, remember me." 2 When foes and enemies increase, When friends forsake and flee; When tumult's noise disturbs my peace, "My God, remember me." 3 "Think on me, O my God, for good," When indigence I see; Nor let me lack that daily food, Which comes alone from thee. 4 In times of great and sore distress, When none can help but thee; When guilty fears my soul oppress, "My God, remember me." 5 In times of outward war and strife— In perils on the sea; "Through all the changing scen?a of life," "My €rod, remembar me." \1<*> T il E II A R r «'» While yet I hold this fleeting breath, Thy goodness let me sec; And in the gloomy vale of death, "My God, retncrnU i 7 And in that dreadful day of doom, When sinners fain would flee; When thou shalt call the righteous home, "My God, remember me." 135. The Missionaries Bride. 1 "V¥/"HO'D be a missionary's brjdel \\ ho, that is young and fair, Would leave the world and all I Its pomp — its vanity and pride, Her Saviour's cross to bear! 2 Who would leave the glittering hall, Whore beauteous fashion reigns; To share her life — h erall, With one who heeds not fashion's cal And will not wear her ch Who would leave the festive throng. And admiration's g And to a "little flock" belong, Who love to swell the humble song, To their Redeemer's praise? 4 Who could leave her father's dome, And her mother's fire side? Among our western wilds to roam, T II E H A R P . 177 Sometimes, perhaps, without a home, A missionary's bride? 5 None — save she whose bosom feels The emptiness of earth; Who hives the home that faith reveals, And oft at Jesus' table kneels, To prove her heavenly birth. 6 None — save she who has that love, Which "seekeih not her own,"' Who, mild and peaceful as the dove, Pursues the joys whicir'are above, Around her Father's throne. 7 None — save she whose bosom glows With feeling for the poor; Whose willing footstep ever knows To find the lowly hut of those Who silently endure. 3 None — save she whose heart is meek, Who feels another's pain, And loves to wipe from sorrow's cheek The trickling tear — and accents speak That soothe the soul again. 9 She who feels for them that, need The "precious bread of life," And longs the Savior's lambs to feed, O, such a one, would. make, indeed, A missionary's wife! 178 THE HARP. 136. A Voice from the Heathen. "Come and help us." 1 TTARK! with each passing breeze I hear A murmur faint and low: It comes like death groans on my ear, I start, and list'ning ask with fear, What is it echoes so? 2 From Asia and from Africa, From Europe comes the cry; From North and South America, And from the islands of the sea; "Come help us ere we die." 3 "Our souls are famishing for food — Dark, dark the moral night; Think, Christians, on our solitude Un'lightened by the word of God, Which shines on you so bright." 4 "While you enjoy the Gospel sun And live in luxury; We ask, has not the time now come, That knowledge of the Lord should run, And deluge like the sea]" 5 O God, my heart cannot withstand These dying groans and cries; Here's all I have, with cheerful band I give Thee all, at thy command I make the sacrifice. THE HARP. 179 6 What wouldst thou have me, Lord, to do, These precious souls to save? "Go preach my word creation through, To all the world, Gentile and Jew, Bid them in me believe." 7 Surely my God, /cannot go, I am not qualified; No gifts on me didst thou bestow, Or powers of mind that I could do The dying heathen good. 6 But unto those thou'st call'd to go, I'll give my substance, Lord, I'll every luxury forego, And all I can, I'll gladly do, To spread thy holy word. 137. My Years Roll On. BY LEGH RICHMOND. 1 "fVfl'Y years roll on in silent course, Impell'd by a resistless force; Awake my soul, awake and sing How good thy God, how great thy King, 2 My years roll on: then let me know The great design for which they flow; And as the ship floats o'er the wave, Thy vessel, Lord, in mercy save. My years roll on: the tide of time Bears rne through many a changing clime: 180 THE HART. • ~ ' "" -: — _ : — . — — — I've winters, summers* heat, and cold, Winds, calms, and tempests ten limes told. 4 My years roll on; but here's my hope, And this my everlasting prop: \ Though seasons change, and I change too, My God's the same, forever true. 5 My years roll on; nnd as they roll, O, may they waft my ransom 'd soul Safe through life's ocean, to yon shore Where sins and sorrows grieve no more. 6 My years roll on; and with them flows That mercy which no limit knows: 'Tis mercy's current made me glide, In hope of safety, down the tide. 7 My .years roll on; my soul be still Guided by love, thy course fulfil; And when life's anxious voyage is past, My refuge be with Christ at last. 138. To a Be'e, deceived by an artificial Flower on the bonnet of a professed Chris- tian. 1 A LAS! alas! poor little thing, By that deceptive flower attracted, To it thou flew'st with hasty wing, In hope that sweets might, be extracted; But thou wilt search each cup in vain, No lucious food cloth it contain- THE HARP. 181 2 But I to thee attach no blame; Thou wast deceived by false appearance: By her who bears the Christian name, Thou hast, poor bee, bought thy experience; For, had not she display'd that flower, Thou hadst not known deception's power. 3 This surely ought not so to be, In truth, it is an aberration; Instead of pride, humility Should be the Christian's decoration: Those who to better things pretend, , To folly ne'er should prove a friend. 4 But from this disappointment, learn A lesson for thy future profit; When on a head-dress you discern A tempting flower, think nothing of it, But turn away thy running eye, Nor be allured by vanity. 5 Now for thy consolation know, That I like thee have been mistaken, Deceived by glittering, painted show, For sterling gold, I dross have taken: Now quit that art-form'd, empty thing, And nectar draw from nature's spring. 139. Not Affrighted. 1 "VITHY should we be affrighted at pestilence and war \ The fiercer is the tempest, the sooner 'twill be o'er; With Jesus in the y esse J, the billows roll in vain, i 82 THE HARP, They only will convey us to the elysian plains, With glory in our souls. 2 Although my flesh is mortal, immortal is my hope; I'll try, like holy Moses, to gain the mountain top; There, at Jehovah's bidding, with cheerfulness I'll die, And then away to Jesus on wings of love I'll fly, With glory in my soul. 3 Though sinners do despise me, and laugh at what I say, I find a little number walks with me in the way; Come on, come on my brethren, they laughed at Jesus, too; The prize, it lies before us, and heaven's in our view, And glory in our souls. 4 I feel that Jesus loves me, but why, I do not know, To him I'm so unfaithful in what I have to do; I often see my failings, yet he doth all forgive, This makes me love him more, and by faith in him I live, With glory in my soul. J3 We soon shall reach fair Canaan, and on that happy shore, Beyond the reach of Satan, we'll tell our suffer- ings o'er. THE HARP. 185 We'll walk the golden pavements, and blood- washed garments wear, And to complete our pleasure, our Jesus will be there, And glory in our souls. 6 My song I must conclude, though it is against my will, I want to have the power to feel what I do sing; I long to see the day when immortalized I'll be, And shout and praise my Jesus (Sfcall eternity, With glory in my soul. 140 Some thing New. 1 ^INCE man by sin has lost his God, He seeks creation through, And vainly hopes for solid bliss, In trying something new. 2 The new possessed, like fading flowers Soon loses its gay hue, The bubble now no longer takes, The mind wants something new. 3 Could we once call all Europe ours, With India and Peru, The soul would feel an aching void, And still want something new. 4 But when we know a Savior's love, All good in him we view, The soul forsakes its vain pursuit*, In Christ, find* something new. 184 THE HARP. 5 The joys the dear Redeemer gives, Will bear a strict review, Nor need we ever change again, For Christ is always new.. 6 But soon a change awails us all, Before the grand review, And at his feet with rapture fall, And heaven bring something new. 141. Slar of Bethlehem. BY H. K. WHITE. 1 XMTHILE marshall'd on the nightly plains, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone of all the train, Can fix the wand'ring sinner's eye. 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, Erom every host, from every gem; But one alone the Savior speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, Tiie ocean yawned, and rudely bluwed The wind that tossed my founderiug bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck. I ceased the tide to stem, When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. i" .1 i: it \ f> It was my light, my guide, my all, It bade my dark forcbodll And through the storm, and dangerous thrall, It led me to the port of peace. ly moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing first in night's diadem, ver and forever : Tli^ star, the star of Bethlehem. 142. A Call to Sinners. 1 { | II, careless sinner, come, Pray now attend, This world is not your home, It soon will end; fehovah calls aloud, forsake the thoughtless crowd Pursue the road to God, and happy be. 2 No happiness you'll find While thus you go, No peace unto your mind, But fear and wo Attend you every day, while far from God yuu stray; dinners, come away, and happy live. 3 Nor do I call alone, The Savior too E'en with his dying groan?, (Vies bid adieu To sin and folly now, and to his sceptre bow. And he will tell you how to live anew 186 TH E HART. 4 But if you still reluse, Down, down you'll go, And with the vvieked Jews, The road to wo: Alas, how can you slight the rays of Gospel light, And sink in endless night, where silence reigns. 5 I bid you all farewell With aching heart, And in deep sorrow tell That we must part; While on to heaven we go, and you are bound to wo, Alas, it must be so, if you rebel. 6 I look on you again, And hoping say, Why wont you leave your 6ins, And come away From Satan's cruel power, and live forever more* And bless the joyful hour when life begun. 7 All hail, we welcome then Your happy flight From Kedar's tents of sin, To glory bright: We'll tra\ el on with you, and bid the world adieu* And endless joys pursue till ail isours. £ Then we wiil range around The peaceful plains, Where pleasure hath no bounds. Where glory reigns; THE HARP. 187 We'll feil at Jesus' feet where joys aie ull com- plete, And in sweet raptures meet to part no more. 143. Mary's tears, 1 T17HEN tie repentant Sfary came, Ami knelt at Jesus' feet, Weighed down by sorrow, sin ami shame, And poured the precious sweet, 2 The tears of penitence bedew'd The humble mourner's eye, Her contrite grief her Maker viewed. And registered on high. S She at her Savior's footstool bent, And humbly knelt to pray; God saw her heart, forgiveness sent. And wiped her sins away. 4. Ye who by sin, have been misled From the bright way to heaven. And would again its pathway tread. And wish to be forgiven; 5 Do not upon the sacred shrine Your glittering offererings heap, As if your gems were things divine, But, like the suppliant, weep. 6 O may the storms of sorrow raise Your wandering thoughts to heaven; Hay you like Mary, kneel and weep, LUu Mary, be forjiren. 188 THE IT A R P 144. Lines addressed to J. F. W , 33y Mrs. Caroline M. Thayer, the honored instru- ment by whom she was reclaimed from her wan- derings, and again, restored to the bosom of the Church. 3 ^^HEN tossed on error's stormy tide, From doubt to darkness driven, 'Twas thine, my wandering thoughts to guide, And bid the world no more divide My erring heart from heaven. 2 No more to fancy's wildering song", That heart's applause was given; To charm it from the joyless throng, Thy warning seemed to breathe along* The holy lyre of heaven. 3 But though the warning voice was sweei As the last sigh of even, My soul within its dark retreat, Reluctant shrunk and feared to meet A messenger from heaven. 4 Yet soon the chain that hound my sou?* By mercy's hand was riven; I saw the clouds asunder roll, And truth, unerring as the pole, Allured me back to heaven. 5 My grateful heart must ever glow, While life and strength are given. With feelings, those alone can know Whom thou hast led to seek below, Tdie blissful hope of heaven. THE HARP. 1 89 145. Z ion's Complaint. 1 ^JAVIOR, we have long been sighing For some token of thy care; All our hopes and joys are dying, We are sinking in despair: Kind Redeemer, Cheer, O, cheer our drooping souls. 2 Sorrow, poverty, and coldness, Press us with a heavy load, Gone our love, and zeal, and boldness In the service of our God; God of mercy, Shall we cry to thee in vain] 3 All around is full of sadness, Sinners rage, and Christians sleep, Zion has forgot her gladness, And sits down in du3t to weep: Precious Savior, Shall we tune our harps no morel 4 Oft the gentle spring assuages Nature's cold and sullen gloom, But with us, dread winter rages, And forbids our hopes to bloom: Barren fig-tree, In the vineyard do we stand. 5 Oft we see the showers of heaven Sweetly fall upon the earth, 190 T H E H A R F But to us no rains are given To assuage our raging dearth: All is dreary, Dead are Zion's tender plants. 6 Must we, Lord, forever languish"? Must our tears forever flow? Wilt thou not relieve our anguish, And thy tender mercy show? Smile upon us, And our broken spirits heal. 7 Still thy grace we will rely on, Still, thy promises we'll trust; Thou wilt yet revisit Zion, And revive her sleeping dust: Thou art faithful, Thou wilt hear thy people cry. 8 Shall we then indulge in sadness? Shall we doubt, or disbelieve? Let our hearts be filled with gladness, Thou wilt all our wants relieve. God is coming, Lo, he comes to bless our souls. 146. Watch and Pray. BY MISS MARY ANN BROWN. 1 ^AW ye where the Savior kept Watch, while his disciples slept? Did ye hear that Savior speak, While the eweat bedew'd his cheek 2 THE HARP. 191 Did ye listen to the Lord, And receive the hallow'd word? Heard ye your Redeemer say, To his followers,— "Watch and Pray." 2 Not to them alone, that call — It was given alike for all; All in pleasure, all in pain; They that serve and they that reign — All alike are mortal dust: Vain is every earthly trust; None can see how soon they may • Be as nothing — "Watch and Pray." 3 Rich men, in your palaces, Where ye lii'e in plenteous ease, Glorying in your golden stf-re, Know ye not 'twill soon be o'er? Have none told you what must be, That so careless still are ye? Hear it now; the voice obey! Ye are mortal, — "Watch and Pray.'* 4 Maiden! in thy beauty's pride, With life's bitterness untried; Know'st thou, tho' in life's young bloom Thou may'st perish in the tomb? There the fairest flowers must wither; Thou like them art hast'ning thither: Beauty soon will pass away, Oh! whilst lovely,— "Watch and Pray." 192 • T II E II A R P . .5 Peasant! in thy lowly cot, Murm'ring at thy humble lot, While thy children round thee strive, Asking bread thou canst not give, Wait with patience on the Lord; He will not forget his word. Dark temptations strew thy way — 'Gainst their power — ''Watch and Pray." 6 Earthly wealth will not endure, None 'gainst time can be secure; Rich and poor, and king and slave, All must moulder in the grave; But a day of wrath shall come! All again must quit the tomb; See, it cometh! — Bless'd be they "Who while here, will "Watch and Prav." 147. Marching It) Glory. i~iOME ye that love the Lord indeed, Who are from sin and bondage freed, Submit to all the ways of God, And walk the narrow happy road. CHORUS. We're marching, we're inarching, We're marching- home to glory. Great tribulation you shall meet, But soon shall walk the golden street, Though hell may rage and vent her spite, Vet Christ will save his heart's delight. THE II A It I» . \'X\ 3 Behold the righteous marehing home; The mile and bid tiietn come, While Christ the Judge their joy proclaims, "Here come my saints, I own their names." 4 Ye everlasting gates fly wide, Make ready to receive my bride; Ye harps of heaven, come sound aloud, "Here comes the purchase of my blood." .") In grandeur sec the royal line e glittering robes the sun outshine, Whiie saints and angels join in one, And march in splendor to the throne. 6 They stand in wonder and look on; They join in one eternal song, Their great Redeemer to admire,. "While rapture sets their souls on fire. 143. Hall, ye Missionary Band! 1 TTAIL, ye missionary bands, Bound for every nation^ Christianize the heathen lands, Preach a free salvation, Loud proclaim the Savior God. Teach them how to read his word; Point to the Redeeming blood For their emancipation. 2 From idolatry, and war, And heathen superstition; 194 THE HARP The crush of their triumphant car Where Hindoos seek remission. Come fake a view of Af ic's shore, And seo what idols they adore: Lilt up your hearts and Heaven implore Mercy for their condition. 3 While the Macedonian cry Is rolling o'er the ocean, Hear the Western wiles reply; "Come, give our tribes a portion; Bring the precious word of life, And we'll cease from war and strife; Ground the tomahawk and knife, And join the sweet devotion." 4 "Fire-waters we'll reject, Reforming our hehavior, Missionaries now respect, And hope we shall forever. Wyandotts, are on the wing, Cherokecs their offerings bring, Messessaugers sweetly sing, And Choctaws praise the Savior. 149. The Rose of Sharon. Addressed to a Young Lady, by C. V. A. 1 ^JAY, Eliza! have you ^een Flowrets wither on the green! Lilies blooming to decay; Blushing beauties, die away? All was sad, and all was drear, Save the Ros? of Sharon near. THE HARP. 195 2 Say, Eliza! have you known Where those bitter tears were sown — Those that wet the bud of hope Till the lurid spell was broke? "Who could comfort — what could cheer Save the Rose of Sharon near'? 3 Say, Eiiza! have you felt Keen, remorseless pangs of guilt, Like the gentle Mary knew, When to Jesus' feet she flew] Who could save from sin and fear Save the Rose of Sharon near? 4 Say, Eliza! who can save Youth and beauty from the grave — Shed an ever-during bloom — Scatter odors on the tomb — Make our virtues all appear, Save the Rose of Sharon near? 5 Say, Eliza! vy here's the Friend Who shall love thee to the end? Watch thee till thy latest breath, Then receive thy soul in death? He that bled, and wept a tear, Plants the Rose of Sharon near. 6 Say, Eliza! what shall bloom O'er the margin of the tomb? Shall the Cypress or the Yew Spread their sable leaves for you? Or shall Sharon's Rose appear; })'.]\] and blossom ever near 1 I9G THE HARP. 150. The Pharisee and Ih'e Publican. "^TANDby!" cried the Pharisee; "dare not to mar! Holy prayers, with thy sin-chequer'd vow." The Publican heard, and retreated afar From the scmvl of the hypocrite's brow. The one through the temple with majesty swept, With his hundreds admiring around; The other retired to a corner and wept As he bent his meek eyes to the ground. 2 "I thank thee O, God," said the former, "that I Have not here for my sins to atone; From fraud and extortion and lewdness I fly, Nor was e'er as a publican known. Still twice in the week I'm careful to fast; All my tithes I as faithfully pay, And thus have good hope, that in heaven at last I shall all my bright glories display." 3 Meanwhile had the publican frequently siglrd, And as had often smote on his breast; "Have mercy, O God," he at intervals cried; "Upon me, a poor sinner cmfess'd, Have mercy, O God, for polluted and vile, In myself no perfection I see: But deign on thy creature one instant to smile, And thy Spirit shall change even me." 4 And what was the judgment the Savior pro- nounced, T 17 1 HARP. £97 As he told of this singular pair, And thus to his list'ning disciples announced Both the nature and object of prayer? Half worehfpp'd, the one, 'midst his followers stalk 'd To his home with his guilt nn forgiven: The other, lone in his penitence walk'd; But at peace with himself and with Heaven. 151. The Indian's Experience. 1 ¥N de dark wood, no Indian nigh, Den me look, heaben and send up cry, Upon my knees so low; Dat God on high, in shining place, See me in night, wid teary face, De preacher tell me so. 2 God send his angel, take me care, He come himself, he hear my prayer, If inside heart do pray; He see me now, he know me here, He say poor Indian, neber fear, Me wid you night and day. 3 Now me lobe God, wid Indian heart, He fight for me, he take my part, He save um life before; God lobe poor Indian in de wood, So me lobe God, and dat be good, Me pray hirn two times more. 198 THE HARP. 152. Immanuel Reigns. BY THE WESTERN BARD. 1 TMMANUEL reigns: the long foretold, Of sages, prophets, seers of old, On whom the faith of Abraham hung, Of whom the Bard of Israel sung; O'er Palest ina's sacred plains, The Savior comes, Immanuel reigns. 2 Immanuel reigns: he visits earth, All heaven rejoices at his birth; He comes to sit on David's throne, He comes to make the world his own; And angels sing on Bethlehem's plains, Good will to men, Immanuel reigns. 3 Immanuel reigns: ye princes bend, And own Him as your general friend. He comes to bid contentions cease, The Lord of Lords and Prince of peace. He comes to break the captives' chains, Rejoice, O earth, Immanuel reigns. 4 Immanuel reigns: let incense rise In grateful odors to the skies. He comes the wounds of sin to heal, And words of life and peace reveal. He bears our woes, He feels our pains* The Savior friend, Immanuel reigns. 5 Immanuel reigns, the cross he bore, And death and hell helriumph'd o'er. THE HARP. 199 He burst the tomb, he breaks its night, He brings immortal life to light. Soars to his native skies again; Sing heaven and earth, Immanuel reigns. 6 Immanuel reigns: ye nations sing, And hail him prophet, priest and king. He reigns o'er all, let all obey, And bless the Savior's natal day. Tune every heart in grateful strains, And sing, Immanuel ever reigns. 7 Immanuel reigns: join sea and earth With sun and moon to hail his birth. Ye countless silver lamps of night, Ye hovering clouds and fields of light, All nature strike the lofty strains, Till echo rings, Immanuel reigns. 153. The Sun- Bright Clime. BY MRS. HEMANS. 1 TTAVE ye heard, have ye heard of that sun- bright clime, Unstain'd by sorrow, unhurt by time; Where age hath no pow'r o'er the fadeless frame, Where the eye is fire, and the heart is flame, Have ye heard of that sun-bright clime? 2 There are rivers of water gushing there, Mid blossoms of beauty, strangely fair: And a thousand wings are hovering o'er The dazzling wave, and the golden shore, They arc found in that sun -bright clime. 200 T H E II A R P 3 There is the city, whose name is Light, With the diamond's ray, and the ruby bright; And ensigns are waving and banners unfurl, Over walls of brass, and gates of pearl, That are fixed in that sun-bright clime. 4 There are myriads of forms arrayed in white, Beings of beauty, clothed in light; They dwell in their own immortal bowers, Mid the fadeless hues of countless iluwers, That spring in that sun-bright clime. 5 Ear bath not heard., nor eye hath seen] Its swelling. songs; or its changeless sheen; For the vest of light, and harps of gold, And crowns of glory wax not old, Or fade in that sun-bright clime. 6 But far away is this sinless clime, Unstain'd by sorrow, unhurt by time — s Where amid all things fair, is given The home of the just, and its name is Heaven, The name of that sun -bright clirre. 154 'The Bell of Prayer. ?.iat. xviii, 20. 1 TT ARK! it is the bell of prayer, Swelling on the evening air; Bearing on its pleasant sound, Notes of worship all around. T H E II A R P 201 2 Busy toot, with solemn tread, Loving hearts by goodness led — Humble minds are willing now, In the house of prayer to bow. 3 Gather'd round the mercy seat, Heart meets heart, where christians meet — Two or three assembled there, In the sacred place of prayer. 4 Oh, how solemn is the hour, Consecrate to. Jesus' power — Oh liow sure his word shall be, To that faithful — two or three. 5 Precious Jesus, let thy grace, Lighten uu thy servant's face — Loving Savior, let thy voice Make the hearts of ail rejoice, 155. To Thee, my God, to Thee. 1 f~\ LORD thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail inconstant heart; Henceforth, my chief desire shall be, To dedicate myself to thee; To thee, my G'jd, to thee. 2 Whatc'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee; On thee, my God, on thee. 202 THE HARP 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space, Thou'rt prpsent, Lord, in every place, And whercsoe'er my lot may bo, Still, shall my spirit cleave to thee. To thee, my God, to thee; 4 Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe 'neath the covet of thy wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be That all I want, I find in thee: In thee, my God, in theo. 156. Jesus My All. 1 |3 OCK of ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee: Let the water and the blood, From thy side a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow, Should my zeal no languor know — This for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou nlone: In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death — When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. THE HARP. 203 157. Messiah's come to Reign. 1 f~| HOW charming! — O, how charming Is the radiant band of Music, music, music, music! O, how charming is the radiant band Of music playing through the air! Angelic armies tune their harps, Angelic armies tune their harps; Enraptured seraphs play their part; Angelic armies tune their harps; Shout, shout, shout! The great Redeemer's born to day. 2 Gabriel descending, Gabriel descending Brings the joyful news! O, joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful! Brings the joyful news of our Redeemer's birth! The great Messiah's come to earth! Good will to man I now proclaim, Good will to man I now proclaim; The Savior's born in Bethlehem; Good will to man I now proclaim; Shout, shout, shout! The great Messiah's come to reign! 3 See his star arising! see his star arising In the eastern sky! Now rising, rising, rising, rising! See his star arising in the eastern sky; The day-spring opening from en high; The types and •hadows flee away; 204 T II E H A R The types and shadows flee away, And now begins the gospel day! The types and shadows flee away, Shout, shout, shout! The King of Glory is born to day! 4 Shepherds adore him, wise men have found him, Glory be to God; O glory, gloiy, glory, glory; Wise men have found him by the rising star,- And come to worship from arar; Their golden gifts they now present, Their golden gifts they now present; And spices of the sweetest scent, Their golden gifts they now present, Shout, shout, shout, The great Messiah's come to reign, 5 Jews and Gentiles, join in concert, Praise the infant King; O praise him, praise him, praise him; Jews and Gentiles praise the infant King, And loud hosannas sweetly sing, With Gtbricl and the shining host, With Gabriel and the shining host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, With Gabriel, and the shining host; Shout, shout, shout, The King of glory is come to reign. THE HARP. 205 I am happy, I am happy! Glory be to God! I'm happy, happy, happy, happy! I'm happy, glory be to God! My soui's on flame for the realms above! I feel the bliss his wounds impart; I find the Savior in my heart; I feel the bliss his wounds impart; Shout, shout, shout! The great Messiah's come to reign? 158. Mercy's Free. 1 13£Y faith I view my Saviour dying On the tree, on the tree; To every nation he is crying, Look to me, look to rae;— He bids the guilty now draw near, Repent^ believe, dismiss their fear. Hark! hark! what precious words I hear, Mercy's free, mercy's free. 2 Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing, Pity me, pity rae? And did he snatch my soul from ruin, Can it be, can it be? O yes, he did salvation bring, He is my Prophet, Priest, and King; And now my happy soul can sing Mercy's free, mercy's free. 3 Jesus, the mighty God, hath spoken Peace to me, peace to me; H 206 THE HARP. Now all my chains of sin are broken, I am free, I am free. Soon as I in his name believed, The Holy Spirit I received; And Christ from death my soul retrieved. Mercy's free, mercy's free. 4 Jesus my weary soul refreshes — Mercy's free, mercy's free — And every moment Christ is precious Unto me, unto me. None can describe the bliss I prove, * While through this wilderness I rove; All may enjoy the Saviour's love — Mercy's free, mercy's free. 5 This precious truth, ye sinners hear \t y Mercy's free, mercy's free, — Ye ministers of God declare it, — Mercy's free, mercy's free. Visit the heathen's dark abode. Proclaim to all the love of God, And spread the glorious news abroad, — Mercy's free, mercy's free. 6 Long as I live Til still be crying, Mercy's free, mercy's free; And this shall be my theme when dying,- Mercy's free, mercy's free; And when the vale of death I've passed, When lodged above the stormy blast, I'll sing while endless ages last, — Mercy's free, mercy's free. THE HARP. 207 159. "To be with Christ is Better Far." 1 HPHIS world is beautiful and bright, O, scarce one cloud has dimm'd rny sky; And yet no gloomy shades of night Are gath'rin^ round me T ho* I die. Yet, there's a lovelier land of light, Illum'd by Bethlehem's beaming star, E'en now it bursts upon my sight, •'To be with Christ is better far." 2 Yes, yes I leave ye all behind, My husband, children, it is best; A mother's heart hath e'en resi^n'd The smiling infant at her breast. How much it cost I may not say, Nor O, how very dear ye are; The pang is o'er — I must away, 4 'To be with Christ is better far." 3 True, life is sweet, and friends are dear, And youth, and healthcare pleasant tilings; Yet leave I all, without a tear, No sad regret my bosom wrings:; The ties of earth are broken all; My chaintesa soul above yon star, Shall wing its way beyond recall, "To be with Christ is better far." 4 And this is death — my soul is calm, No sting is here — the strife is done; Glory to God and to the Lamb! 208 T II E II A ft P Sweet triumph! I have won! I've won A crown immortal — robes of white For me, for mo, in waiting- are, Array'd in glory — cloth'd in light — "To be with Christ is better far." 5 To be with Christ, with angel bands, The new Jerusalem my home; And there "my house not made with hands," Where I may welcome ye to come; Beloved ones of earth, no care In that blest home our peace shall mar; O heaven! sweet heaven! I'd fain be there, "To be with Christ is better far." 160. The Poor Man's Hymn. 1 AS much have I of worldly good As e'er my Master had; I diet on as dainty food, And am as richly clad, Thoifgh plain my garb, tho' scant my board, As Mary's Son, and nature's Lord. 2 The manger was his infant bed, His home, the mountain-cave, He had not where to lay his head, He borrowed e'en his grave. Earth yielded him no resting spot, — Her Maker, but she knew him not. 3 As much the world's good will I bear, Its favorites and applause, THE HARP. 209 As He whose blessed name I wear, — Hated without a cause, Despised, rejected, mock'd by pride, Betray'd, forsaken, crucified. 4 Why should I court my Master's foe? Why should I fear its frown? Why should I seek for rest below, Or sigh for brief renown? A pilgrim to a better land, An heir of joys at God's right hand. 161. The Stream of Death. 1 npHERE is a stream whose narrow tide The known and unknown worlds divide, Where all must go; Its waveless waters, dark and deep, Mid sullen silence, downward sweep With moanless flow. 2 I saw where, at that dreary flood, A smiling infant prattling stood, Whose hour was come; Untaught of ill, it nearcd the tide, Sunk, as to cradled rest, and died Like going home. 3 Followed with languid eye anon, A youth, diseased, and pale, and wan; And there alone He gazed upon the leaden stream, And feared to plunge — I heard a scream, And he was gone. 210 THE HARP 4 And then a form in manhood's strength Came bustling on, till there at length He saw life's bound; He shrunk and raised the bitter prayer Too late — his shriek of wild despair The waters drowned. 5 Next stood upon that surgeless shore A being bowed with many a score Of toilsome years. Earth-bound and sad he left the bank, Back turned his dimming eye, and sank, Ah! full of fears. 6 How bitter must thy waters be, Death! How hard a thing, ah me! It is to die! 1 mused — when to that stream again, Another child of mortal men With smiles drew nigh. 7 "'Tis the last pang," he calmly said — "To me, O Death! thou hast no dread — Saviour, I come! Spread but thine arms on yonder shore — I see! — ye waters, bear me o'er! There is my home!" 162. O Praise the Lord. 1 pRAISE, praise the Lord, ho! all the earth! O, praise the Lord, who gave you birth; Praise, nature all! his holy name, Who wrought your vast and mighty frame. THE HARP, 211 2 Praise him, ye hills — ye mountains tall! Who lets you stand, or bids you fall; Ye mighty streams! of depth untold. Praise him as to the sea you roll. 3 Praise him, ye beasts that tread the plainf Ye finny tribes that swim the main! Ye wand'rers through the fields of air, O, praise the Lord, who holds you there. 4 Praise him, ye twinkling orbs of light, That dance upon the brow of night; And thou fair moon — resplendent queen! That ridest midst that host serene. 5 And him, thou blazing king of day! Praise him with every kindling ray, Ye clouds, that heaven's blue concave throng, O, praise him as ye sail along. C And thou, unfathom'd, boundless sea! Sound high your deep-toned minstrelsy] Praise him, who rules the mighty deep, And bids it roll, or bids it sleep. 7 And you, ye thunders, dreadful — loud! Borne swift upon the blacken'd cloud: Raise high, your awful voices raise, And speak your mighty Maker's praise. 8 And thou, ungrateful — sinful man! Praise him, nor try his ways to scan^ Whose life hangs on a single word, Praise, praise, vain man! O praise *he Lord! 212 THE HARP. 163. Star of Hope. BY MRS. CAROLINE M. THAYER. 1 nPHERE is a Star whose heavenly light Dispels the gathering shades of night, And sheds a bright benignant ray, To gild the lonely wand'rer's way. 2 This Star is Hope: its lambent glow Jllumes the hovering clouds of woj Subdues and checks the rising sigh, And drives the tear from mis'ry's eye. 3 'Tis this that cheers the lowly cot, Where all deserted and forgot, Like gems concealed in ocean's bed, Neglected virtue hides her head. 4 'Tis hope of God — 'tis hope of heaven, The dearest boon to suffering given: It lights e'en death's imperious gloom, And gilds the horrors of the tomb. 5 O, Star of Hope, forever shed Thy cheering light around my head: Still let me hail thee from afar, And claim thee for my guiding Star. 6 So when at last the hour shall come That calls my exiled spirit home, Thy beams shall light the dreary road That leads to heaven — that leads to God. THE HARP. 213 164. Precious Bible. 1 "ORECIOUS Bible! what a treasure Does the word of God afford; All 1 want for joy or pleasure, Food or medicine, shield or sword; Let the world account me poor — Having this, I want no more. 2 Food to which the world's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger, Though it fills, it never cloys; On a dying Christ I feed, He is meet and drink indeed. 8 In the hour of dark temptation, Satan cannot make me yield; For the word of consolation Is to me a mighty shield; While the Scripture truth is sure, From his malice I'm secure. 4 Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirit's sword; Then with ease I drive him from me, Satan trembles at his word — 'Tis a sword for conquest made, Keen the edge, and strong the blade. 5 Shall I envy then the miser, Doating on his golden store? Sure I am, or should be wiser, 214 THE HARP. I am rich — 'tis lie is poor — Jesus gives me in his word, Food and medicine, shield and sword. 165 Heaven is all. BY REV. C. GILES. 1 PT^HE fading world promiscuous flows, Enwrap'd in fancy's vision; Allur'd by charms, beguil'd by show And empty dreams, nor scarcely know, There is a brighter Heaven. 2 Fine gold will change, and diamonds fade, Swift wings to wealth are given; All varying time our forms invade, The seasons roll, light sinks in shade, There's nothing last but Heaven. 3 Creation's mighty fabric, all Will be to atoms riven; The sky consum'd, the planets fall, Convulsions wreck this earthly ball: There's nothing firm but Heaven. 4 Empires decay, and nations die, Our hopes to winds are given; The vernal blooms in ruin lie, Death reigns o'er earth, and sea, and sky, There's nothing lives but Heaven. 5 The world is poor from shore to shore, And like a baseless vision, THE HARP. 215 Its lofty domes and brilliant ore, And gems and crowns, are vain and poor; There's nothing rich but Heaven. 6 A stranger, lonely, here 1 roam From place to place I'm driven; My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom, The world is all a dreary tomb, I have no home but Heaven. 7 The clouds disperse, the light appears, My sins are all forgiven; Triumphantgrace has quell'd my fears, Roll on ye suns, fly swift ye years, I'm on my way to Heaven. 8 Adieu to all below, adieu, Let life's dull chains be riven; The charms of Christ have caught my view, To worlds of light, I will pursue, To live with him in Heaven. 166. Why dost thou doubt? 1 'npiS a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love the Lord, or no; Am I his, or am I not! 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Surely they can scarce be worse, Who have never heard his name. 216 THE HARP. 3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all? 4 Lord, decide the doubtful case, Thou who art thy people's sun; Shine upon the work of grace, If indeed it be begun. 5 Let me love thee more and more, If I ever lov'd, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day. 167. The Superannuated Itinerant. 1 T^LEETas the arrow through the air Have forty seasons pass'd away; Yet, short and transient as they are, They've seen my manhood's strength decay: Although my locks unbleach'd appear, Yet age is now already here. 2 But dost thou ask me, if a sigh Oft from my bosom does not steal, When round the heart that once beat high, The touch of chill disease I feel; If, when I think of labors past, I sigh that e'er 1 met the blast? % Ah! well I might if wealth, or fame, Or empire, or applause of man, Had ■mother'd thue the vital dame, THE HARP, 217 Enkindled by my Maker's hand. 'Twas not their mandate to obey, That thus I gave my life away. 4 But 'twas at Heaven's command I rose, And spurn'd each grovelling thought aside, A wanderer's cheerless portion chose, To preach a Savior crucified: For th : s my life I counted loss, And naif d it to my Master's cross. 5 Yes, 'twas the glorious talc to tell, That Christ expired in tears and blood, And rose, and vanquish'd death and hell, To bring the wanderer back to God; For this I many a tempest bore, And vale and mountain wander'd o'er. 43 I burned my Savior's love to bear, And tell the prodigal of home; Nor sigh'd that suffering was my share, While Gospel news to spread I roam'd, Ah! such a life my Master ted, Nor place had he to rest his head. 7 Nor do I grieve" those toils to trace That made my journey shorter through; But glory that, from place to place, I thus the Gospel trumpet blesv; And even now my years are more Than those my Savior pass'd of yore. 218 THE HARP. 8 Ah! if around the pensive heart I've kindled hopes that ne'er will fail, That blunt the monster's piercing dart, And light up glory in his vale; If I have spread Immanuel's name, All loss I reckon more than gain. 168. The Storm and the Judgment. BY DR. WATTS. 1 T76THEN the fierce north wind, With its airy forces, Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury; And the red lightning, With a storm of hail comes Rushing amain down, 2 How the poor sailors Stand amazed and tremble, While the hoarse thunder like a bloody trumpet Roars a loud onset To the gaping waters, Quick to devour them-. 3 Such shall the noise be, And the wild disorder — If things eternal may be like these earthly* * Such the dire terror, When the great archangel Shakes the creation, 4 Tears the strong pillars Of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes— THE HARP. 219 See the graves open, And the bones arising Flames all around 'em. D Hark! the shrill outcry Of the guilty wretches; Lively bright horror and amazing anguish Stare through their eyelids, While the living worm lies Gnawing within them, 6 Thoughts, like old vultures, Prey upon their heart string?, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, And a Hood of vengeance Rolling before him. 7 Hopeless immortals! How they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wide yawning, Hideous and gloomy, To receive them headlong Down to the centre. 8 Stop here, my fancy! All away, ye horrid,, Doleful ideas! Come, arise to Jesus — How he sits God-like, And the saints around him, Throned, yet adoring 220 THE HARP. 9 O, may I sit there, When he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations — then ascend to glory, While our hosannahs All along the passage Shout the Redeemer. 169. The Prevalence of Prayer. 1 'Vl/ r HAT various hindrances we meet, In coming to the mercy seat; But who that knows the worth of prayer* But wishes to be often there. CHORUS. Then pray on brethren, sisters, too, The heavenly land keep still in view. S Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw: Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright: And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Have you no words? ah, think again — Words flow apace when you complain,. And fill your fellow-creatures' ears, With the sad tale of all your cares. 5 Were half the time that's vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful songs would oft'ner be, Hear what the Lord has done forme. THE HARP. 221 1 76. The Beggar. 1 ¥^NCOURAGED by thy word Of promise to the poor, "Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door; No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine, Can help, or pity wants like mine. 2 The beggar's usual plea, Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee, I know thou wouldst disdain. But those which move thy gracious ear, Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say, That though I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I possessed more. Thou knowest from my very birth I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess, As beggars often do; Though great is my distress, My faults have been but few; If thou should'st leave my soul to starve, It would be what I well deserve. 5 Nor dare I to pretend I never begged before; Or if thou now befriend 222 THE HARP I'll trouble thee no more. Thou often hast relieved my pain, And often I must come again. 6 Though crumbs are much too good For such a wretch as I, No less than children's food My soul can satisfy. Oh, do not frown and bid me go; I must have all thou canst bestow. 7 Nor can T willing be § Thy bounties to conceal From others, who like me, Their wants and hungpr feel. I'll tell them of thy mercies' store, And try to send ten thousand more. 8 Thy ways, Thou only Wise, Our ways and thoughts transcend, Far as the arched skies Above this earth extend. Such pleas as mine, men would not hear; But G«»d receives the Beggar's Prayer. 171. Naaman Ike Leper. 1 "OEFORE Elisha'sgate The Syrian leper stood, But could not brook to wait; He deem'd himself too good: He thought the Prophet would attend, And not to him a message send, THE HARP. 223 2 Have I this journey come, And will lie not be seen'? I \vei>' as well at home, Would washing make me clean: Why most I wash in Jordan's? flood] Damascus' rivers are as good. 3 Thus by his foolish pride He almost miss'd a cure; But yet at length he tried, And found the method sure. Soon as his ;>ride was brought to yield, His leprosy was quickly healed. 4 Leprous and proud as he, To Jesus thus I came, From sin to set me free. When first I heard his fame, Surely thought I, my pompous train- Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devised the way Which I supposed he'd take; And when 1 found delay, Was ready to go back. Had he some painful task enjoin'd, I to peformance seem'd inclined. 6 When by his word he spake, That fountain open'd — see, 'Twas open'd for thy sake; Go wash, and thou art free: 224 THE HARP Oh, how did my proud heart gainsay: I feared to trust this simple way. 7 At length, I trial made, When I had much endured; The message I obey'd: I wash'd, and I was cured! Sinners, this healing fountain try* Which cleansed a wretch so vile as I. 172. Give thyself to Prayer. 1 TESUS, my pattern and my Guide! O, let me at thy feet abide, And on thee cast my erery care And daily give myself to Prayer. 2 While I'm sojourning here below, Where, blessed Lord — where can I go, But to thy throne, and worship there, And dally give myself to Prayer? 3 Ye?, at thy footstool, Lord, J'Jl wait, And tell thee all my mournful state; My sins and wants, and fears declare, And daily give myself to Prayer. 4 Though Satan rages at my soul, And thund'ring tempests o'er me roll, To seek the Lord I'll not forbear; But daily give myself to Prayer. 9 Still in the strength of sovereign grace, I'll wait and seek my Savior'i face; THE HARP. 225 And soon a glorious crown I'll wear; 'Till then I'll give myself to Prayer. 173. Nought like Religio?i. 1 TESUS to every willing mind, Opens a heavenly treasure; In him the sons of sorrow find Sources of real pleasure. See what employments men pursue, Then you will own my words are true; Jesus alone unfolds to view Sources of real pleasure. 2 Poor are the joys that fools esteem; Fading and transitory; Mirth is as fleeting as a dream, Or a delusive story; Luxury leaves a sting behind, Wounding the body and the mind: Only in Jesus can we find Pleasure and solid glory. 3 Learning, that boasting, glittering thing, Scarcely is worth possessing; Riches, forever on the wing, Scarce can be call'd a blessing; Fame like a shadow (lies away; Titles and dignities decay; Nought but religion can display Joys that are freed from trouble. 226 THE HARP 4 Beauty, with all its gaudy show, Is but a painted bubble: Short are the triumphs wit bestows; Full of deceit and trouble: -Sensual pleasures swell desire Just as the fuel feeds the fire. Religion can real bliss inspire; Bliss that is worth possessing. 174. The Jubilee. 1 TTE/'HAT heavenly music do I heart Salvation sounding free! Ye so»ls in bondage, lend an ear; This is the jubilee! 2 How sweetly doth the tidings roll Around from sea to sea; From land to land; from pole to pole; This is the jubilee! 3 Good news, good news to Adam's race! Let Christians all agree, To sing redeeming love and grace; This is the jubilee! 4 The gospel sounds a sweet release To all in misery, And bids them welcome home in peace; This is the jubilee! 5 Jesus is on the mercy seat; Before him bend the knee: THE HARP. 227 Let heaven and earth his praise repeat, This is the jubilee! 6. Sinners, be wise, return and come; Unto the Savior flee; The spirit bids you welcome home: This is the jubilee! 7 Come, ye redeem'd! your tribute bring, With songs of harmony; While on the road to Canaan sing; This is the jubilee! - — -^. * 175. The Christian Soldier. 4 SOLDIER, Lord, thou hast me made, Thou art my Captain, King and Head; And under thee I mean to fight The fight of faith with all my might. The Cross, all stain'd with hallo w'd blood, The ensign of our conquering Lord, The Christian soldier's standard is, And I will fight for King Jesus. Thou art my Guard; keep me I pray, That I may walk the narrow wav; Nor from my duty e'er depart, But live to Christ with all my heart; Help me to keep my guardian dress And march to the right in holiness. O, make me pure and spotless too, And fit to pass the grand review. 228 THE HARP 3 Grant me the arrows of thy word, The Spirit's powerful two-edg'd sword, To slay my foes where'er they be, And own the victory won by thee; That I a duteous child may be, To stand and fight the enemy, And when the alarm's to call, the Lord May pass the word unto the guard. 4 And when our General he shall come, With sound of trumpet, not with drum, And when our well-dress'd ranks shall stand, In full review at God's right hand, And when the enemy gets the route, Are wheel'd by him to the left about, There we'll march up the heavenly street, And ground our arms at Jesus' feet. 5 Then war '11 be o'er, and we'll be free To join the blood-wash'd company; Our wages shall be crowns of Gold And joys of heaven that can't be told. Then like our glorious Lord we'll shine, In heavenly concert we shall join, And praises on the highest key Shall be our theme eternally. 176. The Saints' Sweet Home. 1 TWf ID scenes of confusion, and creature com- plaints, How sweet to my soul, is communion with saints: THE HARP. 223 To find at the banquet of mercy, there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus; at home. CHORUS. Home, home, sweet* sweet home; Prepare me, dear Savior, for heaven, my home; Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease: Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam^ I long to behold thee in glory, at home. Farewell, vain amusements, my follies adieu, YVhi'e Jesus and heaven, and glory I view; I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne,- The foretaste of heaven — sweet heaven, my home. The days of my exile are passing away, The time is approaching 1 , when Jesus will say "Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, And dwell in my presence forever at home." Affliction and sorrow and death shall be o'er, The saints shall unite to be parted no more; Their loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome, They dwell with the Savior, forever at home. CHORUS. Home, home, sweet, «weet home; Prepare me, dear Savior, for heaven, my home. 230 THE HARP. 177. Spread of the Gospel. 1 TTEAR the Gospel trumpet sounding Louder than the ocean's roar; Hear it from the hills resounding, Break in music on the shore: Hear it, mourner, Let thy sorrows flow no more. 2 Where the Gothic altars solemn, Fed a feeble flickering flame, Wesley, leaning on a column, Call'd on God — his Savior's name: Then from heaven Fires of living glory came. 3 Brighter with his mission glowing, Earth grew sweet with Sharon's rose; Songs like those of Eden flowing, Broke the rubric's dull repose: Then in power, Banner — star, and cross, arose. 4 See another angel flying O'er the broad Ailantic wave, As he lifts his trumpet, crying Jesus came a world to save. Happy tidings, Millions in the fountain lave. 5 O'er the silver lake Simcoe, Hoar the Indian chorus swell, T H E H A R P . 23 1 Softly blending with night's echo — All these strains of Jesus tell: Precious music — Like the gush of Elim's well. 6 Blessed Jesus, reign forever, • Seated high nn victory's car; Bend the nations to thy sceptre, Wave thine ensigns from afar: Hallelujah, , Thou art Christ — the Morning Star. 178. The hour of Prayer. BY MRS. HE MANS. 1 /^HILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away — Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever foli'wing silently — Father, by the breeze of eve, Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray, e'er yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee. 2 Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band — Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone — Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell — Sailor, on the dark'ning sea, Lift the heart, and bend the knee. 232 THE HARP. 3 Warrior, that from battle won, Breathest now at set of sun — .Woman, o'er the lowly slain, Weeping on his burial plain — Ye- that triumph — ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie — Hoaven's first Star alike ye see, Lift the heart, and bend the knee. 179. Loving Kindness. 1 A WAKE my soul in joyous lays, And sing the great Redeemer's praise: He justly claims a song from thee, Lis loving kindness, O how free. 2 He saw me ruin'd by the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all: He saved me from my lost estate, His loving kindness, O how great. 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along; His loving kindness, O how strong. 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick, and thunders loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving kindness, O how good. 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Jesus to depart; THE HARP. 233 But though I have him oft forgot, His loving kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers shall fail; O, may my last expiring breath His loving kindness sing in death. 7 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, Afid sing with rapture and surprise, His loving kindnoss, in the skies. 180. The Worth of Truth. 1 rj"MlE worth ol truth.no tongue can tell; 'Twill do to buy, but not to sell; A large estate that soul has got, Who buys the truth, and sells it not. 2 Truth, like a diamond, shines most fair, More rich than pearls and rubies are; More worth than gold or silver coin, O, may it always in us shine. 3 'Tis truth that binds, and truth makes free; It sets the soul at liberty From sin and Satan's heavy chain, And then within the heart doth reiom. Tl That doth all freedom else exceed; Freedom from guilt, freedom from wo, And never more need bondage know. 234 THE HARP 5 O, happy the}', who in their youth Are brought to know and love the truth; For none but those whom truth makes free, Can e'er enjoy true liberty. 6 Truth, like a girdle, let us wear, And always kf ep it clean and fair; And never let it once be told, That truth by ns was ever sold. 181. In Me ye shall have Peace. 1 "V^E Saints attend the Savior's voice., Spoke in his word of grace: He says — and in it, O rejoice, "In Me ye shall have peace." 2 Though sterms and tempests round you roar, And foes and fears increase, He says — and what could he say morel "In Me, ye shall have peace." 3 What though afflictions still abound, And troubles still increase, He says — and O, how sweet the sound, il ln Me, ye shall have peace." 4 What tho' your hearts with sorrow bleed, And sighs and tears increase, He says — and O, 'tis true indeed, "In Me, ye shall have peace." 5 Tho' you shall pass thro' death's cold flood, To gain your wished release, THE HARP. '235 He snys — unci sure, he'll make it good, "In Me, ye shall have peace." 6 When yon hie face in glory view, Where joy can ne'er decrease, Eternity shall prove it true, "In file, ye shall hare peace." 1. A Hope in Heaven. VI" HEN pulse heats low, and cheeks grow pale, And storms of life are fiercely driven, When fairest prospects quickly fail, How sweet to have a hope in Heaven. , 2 When friends that seemed most near and dear, Are from our bosoms swiftly riven, And life's bright joys in gloom appear, How sweet to have a hope in Heaven. 'A When lone and wand'rmg far from home, No kind relief to us given: Oh, what would then of us become, If we had not a hope in Heaven? 4 And when the end is drawing nigh Of life, through which we lonsr have striven, And we at last must droop and die, How sweet to have a hope in Heaven. 1 S3. Class Meeting. 1 i^OMtt my brethren dear, Since we now have met here For to tell what we've met since here last; 23d THE HARP 'Mongst the rest I do rise, Being bound for the skies, For to tell through what conflicts I've pass'd. 2 My friends have tried each scheme, Once more to make me dream About happiness here upon earth: But I've glory in my view, And my journey I'll pursue,- And by grace travel on until death: 3 Satan has tried his force * For to stop up my course, And direct me in some other way: The world hath strove in vain, My affections to gain, And once more to lead me astray. 4 Many times I do sigh, And often weep and cry, Through troubles of various kinds; But blessed be the Lord, I am told in his word That an end of my conflicts I'll find, 5 O, it will not be long Till I shall change my song From sighs and from groans, unto praise; With the angels I'll meet, To walk the golden street, And join with bright saints in their lays THE HARP. 6 My friends, I want to go And leave all things below; While I view them singing above, I want to walk the plains, And in more exalted strains, To praise the Redeemer I love. 7 Now we'll sing Closes' song, While we do march along, And the gates of the city pass through; Bearing palms in our hands, And bright crowns on our heads, Wearing white robes of righteousness, too. ' . , s , . 184. A Miracle of Grace. 1 "OF AIL, my ever blessed Jesus! Only thjge I wish to sing; To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest and King; O, what mercy flows from heaven, O, what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. 2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcern'd in sin I lay, Swift destruction still pursuing Till my Savior pass'd that way. Witness, all ye host of heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness: Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of g.tacc. i 238 T II E IIAKP. • '-■--' — - 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir; Praise the Lamb enthron'd above, Whilst astouish'd I admire God's free grace and boundless love. That blest moment I received him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace. Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace. 185. God is Love. 1 "Cf ARTH with her ten thousand flower?, Air with its beams and showers* Ocean's infinite expanse, Heaven's resplendent countenance; All around and all above, Hath this record — "God is Love." 2 Sounds among the vales ami hills,' In the woods and by the rills, Of the breeze and of the bird, , By the gentle murmur stirr'd, All these songs, beneath, above, Have one burden — "God is Love." 3 All the hopes and fears that start From the fountain of the heart, All the bliss that lies In our human sympathies; These are voices from above, Sweetly whispering — "God is Love." THE HARP. 239 186. Great Redeemer. 1 4~^ REAT Redeemer, friend of sinners, Thou hast wondrous power to save; Grant me grace and still protect me, Over life's tempestuous wave. 2 May my soul, with sacred transport, View the dawn while yet afar, And until the Sun arises, Lead me by the Morning Star. 3 Oh, what, madness — Oh, what fully, That my heart should go astray, After vain and foolish trifles; Trifles only of a day. 4 This vain world with all its pleasures, Very soon will be no more: There's no objeet worth admiring, But the God whom we adore. 5 See the happy spirits waiting-, On the banks beyond the stream; t Sweet responses still repeating, Jesus, Jesus — is their theme. 6 Hark! they whisper — hear! they call me; "Sister spirit, come away!" Lo! I come! earth can't contain me: Hail ye realms of endless day! 7 Swiftly roll, ye lingering 1 hours; Seraphs, lend your glittering wings. 240 i if | ii a R r Love absorbs my ransom'd po . Heavenly sounds around me ring. f. 8 Worlds of light and Tar above yon azure Though by faith In i you, I'll i jh. i 1 (f 1 <> to dark Gethsemane, Vo that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflicts see! Watch with him one bitter hour, Turn not ! away; Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment ball, View the Lord of life arraigned! O, the wormwood and the gall; O, the pains his soul sustained! Slum not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of lime, God's own sacrifice complete. It is finish'd! hear him cry: Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom! THE HARP. 241 WliO hath taken him away! Christ is risen! He meets our eyes! S;i\;or, toaoh us so to ri«e. 188. Can ice Forget? 1 TESUS, thy love shall we forget, And never bring to mind The grace that paid our hopeless debt, And bade us pardon find? CHORUS. Our sorrows and our sins ice re laid On thie — alone on thee. Thy 'precious blood our ransom paid, Thine all the glory be. 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget — Thy fainting, and thy prayer — Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, To save us from despair! 3 Gethsemane! Can we forget Thy struggling agony WhpJi night lay dark on Olivet And none to watch with thee? 4 Can we the platted crown forget — The buffeting and shame — When hell thy sinking soul beset, And earth reviled thy name? 5 The nails — the spear — can we forget The agonizing cry — "My God! My Father! wilt thou let Thy Son forsaken die?" 242 THE HARP. 6 Life's brightest joys we may forget, Our kindred cease to love; But he who paid our hopeless debt, Our constancy shall prove. CHORUS. Our sorrows and our sins were laid, 6fC. 189. See the Lord of Glonj. 1 QEE the Lord of Glory dying! See him gasping, hear him crying; See his burthen'd bosom heave, Look, ye sinners, ye that hung him, Look, how deep your sins have stung him! Dying sinners, look and live. 2 See the rocks and mountains quaking, Earth unto her centre shaking, Nature's groans awake the dead: Look on Phoebus, struck with wonder, While the peals of legal thunder Smite the dear Redeemer's head. 3 Heaven's bright melodious legions Chanting through the tuneful regions, Cease to trill the quivering string; Songs seraphic all suspended Till the mighty war was ended By the all victorious King. 4 Death, and all the powers, infernal, Banished by the King Eternal, • When he nourcd the vital flood; T II E H A U P . By his groans which shook creation; L ! we sound the proclamation; Peace and pardon by his blood. it, ye saints, with admiration, Fill with son .js the wide creation, Since lie's risen from the grave. Shout with joyful acclamation To the Rock of your salvation, Who alone has power to save. ti Then bear with patience, tribulation y Overcoming all temptation, Till the glorious jubilee. Soon he'll come with bursts of thunder, Then shall we adore and wonder, Si::ging on the highest key. 100. GetAsemane. 1 TESUS, while he dwelt below, As divine historians say, To a place would often go; Near to Kedron's brook it lay, In that place he loved to be, And 'twas named Gothsemane. 2 Full of love to man's lost race, On the conflict much he thought, This he knew the destined place, And he loved the sacred spot: Therefore 'twas he liked to be Often in Gethsemane. 244 THE HARP 3 Came- at length the dreadful night; Vengeance with its iron rod, Stood, and with collected might, Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God; See, my soul, thy Savior see, Grov'ling in Gethsemane. 4 There my Savior bore my sins, This by faith can be believed; But the sorrows which he felt Are loo vast to be conceived. None can penetrate, through thee, Doleful, dark Gethsemane. 5 Sins against a Holy God, Sins against his righteous laws, Sins against his love — his blood, Sins against his name and cause, Sins immense as is the sea, Hide me, Oh, Gethsemane! 6 Savior all the stone remove, From my flinty, frozen heart: Thaw it with the beams of love, Pierce it with a blood-dipt dart; Wound the heart that wounded thee, Melt me in Gethsemane. 191. He hath done all things Well. 1 jV OW, in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise; With all the saints, I'll join to tell, My Jesus hath done all things well. THE HARP. 245 2 All works, his glorious power confess, His wisdom, all his works express; But O, his love, what tongue can tell! My Jesus hath done all things well, 3 I spurned his grace, I broke his laws, But yet he undertook my cause To save me, though I did rebel; My Jesus hath done all things well, 4 At last my soul hath known his love, What mercy hath he made me prove: Mercy, which doth all praise excel — My Jesus hath done all things well. 5 Though many a fiery flaming dart Be aimed to wound me to the heart, With this, I all their rage repel: My Jesus hath done all things well. 6 Soon I shall pass the vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus hath done all things well, 7 And when to that bright world I rise, And join the seraphs in the skis, Above the rest this note shall swell, Mv Jesus hath done all things well. O 192. How is it Now? WHERE are the men with virtue endow'd, To live, as did then, the servants of God? 246 THE HARP The ancient example, who shows us again, Courageous to trample on pleasure and pain. 2 O Jesus, on us the blessing bestow, Us little ones choose, thy glory to show, In this generation thy witnesses raise, The heirs of salvation — the vessels of grace. 3 Accept our desire, and give us thy love, Thy children inspire with faith from above: Purge out the old leaven, and early convert, And open a heaven of grace in each heart. 4 Begotten again, and principled right, Good works to maintain, and walk in thy light, We then shall recover that vigor of grace, And gladly live over those primitive days. 5 Our moments below shall pleasantly glide, While nothing we know, but Christ crucified; Our whole conversation in songs shall approve Thy wonderful passion — thy ransoming love. 6 And if we must win the crown like our Lord, And strive against sin, resisting to blood, We more than victorious o'er death shall arise/ All happy and glorique, with Christ, in tlio ;*kips. 193. Prayer against Pride. 1 I" ORD f search and try this heart of mine, Put every sin to death: I long to see my pride resign Its pestilential breath, T H E H A R P. 247 2 I dread its power, I hate its name, Its sad effects I fear: Extinguish, Lord, this dangerous flame, Nor let one spark appear. 3 Hide it forever from my -eyes, Its hellish rage control, Lest wrath destructive from the skies, Consume my guilty soul. 4 In dust and ashes I would lie, As less — as worse than nought, And mourn that such a wretch as I Should have one haughty thought. 5 Form, Lord, each motion of my heart, Obedient to thy will; In thee, the humble soul has part, My breast, let meekness fill. 194. Hy an thus, or a description of a young Minister of the Oneida Conference. BY REV. SETH MATTISON. 1 T OXG since with blest emotion I saw Hyanthus rile, His look inspired devotion, And fixed my roving eyes; On Zion's flmv'ry mountains I saw his cohort move, And heard them chant the fountain Of everlasting love. 248 THE HARP 2 On that exalted station His bannergravely flowed; The trumpet of salvation Aloud the herald Mowed; And thousands there assembled, Lur'd by the joyful sound, And hostile banners trembled, And fell on holy ground. 3 The hallovv'd notes prevailing, Compass'd the troubled air; The sound of truth unfailing, Revived supine despair; And souls from deadly slumbers Were roused to life and light; And holy, happy numbers Exulted at the sight. 4 Midst songs and shouts of rapture, Long has Hyanthus shone To lure, alarm, and capture; He's still in Zion known, To quell the rage of madness, Extract the poison'd dart, And pour the oil of gladness Upon the aching heart. 5 He glows, a priest anointed — Js like his Master mild; He holds his place appointed, With garments undefiled. He, trembling, points to Sinai, f H E HARP. 249 And fearful lightnings glare; Then opes the scene of Calv'ry, And shows us refuge there. 195. New Year. 1 i^OME, let us anew, our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still Till the Master appear; His adorable will lot us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, And the labor of love. 2 Our life as a dream, our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment Refuses to stay. The arrow is flown, the moment is gone, The millenial year Rushes on to our view And eternity's here. 3 O, that each in the day of his coming may say, "I have fought my way through, I have finished the work * Thou didst give me to do!" O, that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done, Enter into my joy And sit down on my throned* 250 THE HARP 196. Lord, Save, or ice Perish. 1 \XT HEN through the torn sail The wild tempest is streaming — "When o'er the dark wave The red lightning is gleaming. Nor hope lends a ray. The poor seamen to cherish — ■ We fly to our Maker; Save! Lord, or we perish. 2 O Jesus, once tossed On the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek Of despair from thy pillovr. Now seated in glory, The mariner cherish Who cries in his danger, Save! Lord, or we perish. 3 And oh! when the whirlwind Of passion is raging, When hell in our heart His wild warfare is waging, Arise, in thy strength, Thy redeemed to cherish: Rebuke the destroyer; Sue! Lord, or we perish. 197. To the Help of the Lord. 1 ~\r E> people away, Nor talk of delay; The time for exertion is come: THE HARP. ~ ;>l The summons is given, The Lord calls from heaven, Let no man now tarry at home. 2 The Lord in his might Has gone to the Dght; And if we should shrink from th~e toil, The day will be won, The work will be done, And others will gather the spoil. 3 And should we decline His standard to join, Our slackness will meet its reward; And wo they will find, Who tarry behind, Nor goto the help of the Lord. 4 Then cast off delay; To arms! and away; To arms! 'tis the Lord gives the word. With sword and with shield Away, to the field! Away, to the help of the Lord. 198. The Mercy Seat. BY REV. HUGH STOWELL. 1 T^ROM every stormy wind that blow?, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat: *Tis found beneath the mercy seat. 252 THE HARP 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all besides more sweet: It is the blood-bought mercy seat. 3 There is a place where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend: Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy seat. 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd? Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy seat? 5 There, there on eagle wing we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more, And heav'n comes down our souls to greef, And glory crowns the mercy seat. 6 O, Tet my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still r This bounding heart forget to beat. If I forget the mercy seat. 199. The Itinerant Preacher's Adieu, BY REV. S. MATTISON. 1 A DIEU! my dear brethren, adieu! Reluctant I give you my hand, No more to assemble with yoa- Till we on Mount Zion shall stand; My heart swells with tender regret, To leave your embraces so soon. TlfE HARP. 25! Though heaven my course must direct, And others succeed in my room. 2 Your acts of benevolence past, Your gentle, compassionate love Henceforth in my meni'ry shall last. Though far from your sight I remove, While roving the fields of the west, When through foreign regions I steer, Still friendship inspiring my breast, Shall then drop her own native tear. 3 Our labors will shortly subside, For vigor and life must decay; But wisdom and truth shall abide To pilot our souls on the way: As time rolls his seasons around, And truth shall new teachers inspire, O may we in love still abound, And aFter new conquests aspire. 4 Our seasons of converse are o'er Till mortal commotions are past, Till nature and time are no more, Or we are in paradise blest. Sweet comforting Spirit! draw near, And shed forth thy luminous rays My parting reflections to cheer, And change lamentation to praise. § O, may we conform to his will, Aspiring for glory and peace £54 THE HARP. Our covenant vows to fulfil, Till Jesus shall sign our release; Till suddenly wafted above Where saints in sweet harmony meet To feel all the pleasures of love, And each happv conqupror greet. 200. Camp Meetings, a Blessing. 1 j^AMP meetings with success are crown'd, The Wilderness and barren ground Now blossom as the rose; The spices yield a rich perfume, The rising lilies kindly bloom, And heav'nly wisdom grows. 2 The num'rous preaching, praying host, Baptized with the Holy Ghost, The heavn'ly standard raise; They preach, and pray, and sweetly sing, While hills, and fields, and vallies ring, With the Creator's praise. 3 Now, sinners turning to the Lord, And bowing down beneath his word, For mercy loudly cry; But when they taste his pard'ning love, And feel the witness from abore, They rise and shout for joy. ♦ 4 To Him who does our hearts inspire, Baptizes all our souls with fire, And makes us meet for heaven, TUB HARP. 2-56 To Christ the Lord, who reigns on high, Who rules the ocean, eartli and sky, Be endless praises giv'n. 201. The Dying Christian. "MY soul's full of glory, Inspiring my tongue; Could I meet with angels, I'd sing them a song; I'd sing of my Jesus, And tell of his charms, And beg them to bear me To his loving arms. Me thicks' they're descending To hear while I sing, Well pleas'd to hear mortals A praising their King: angels! O angels! My soul's in a flame, 1 faint in sweet raptures At Jesus' name. O Jesus! dear Jesus! Tliou balm of my soul! 'Twas thou my dear Jesus, That made my heart whole: Oh, bring me to view thee,"* Thou precious sweet King, In oceans of glory Thy praises to sing, 256 THE HARP 4 O heaven, sweet heaven! I long to be there With angels my kindred, And Jesus, my dear: Come, angels! Come, angels! I'm ready to go — This moment for heaven I'd leave all below. 5 Sweet Spirit! attend me Till Jesus shall come; Protect and defend me Till I am call'd home; Though worms my poor body May claim as their prey, 'Twill outshine, when rising, The sun at noon-day. 6 A glimpse of bright glory Surprises my soul, I sink in sweet visions To view the bright goal, My soul, while I'm singing, Is leaping to go; This moment for heaven I'd leave all below. 7 Farewell, my dear brethren, The Lord bids me come; Farewell, my dear sisters, I'm now going home, THE HARP. 257 Bright angels are whisp'ring So sweet in my ear, Away to my Saviour My spirit will bear. 8 I'm going — I'm going — But what do I see? 'Tis Jesus in glory Appears onto me; I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone — O glory! O glory! 'Tis done! It is done! 202. Christian Union. 1 I^OME, brethren and sisters, Unite in a band To praise the dear Savior: Let's join heart and hand, To tell of his wonders, and feast on his love, Till we are safe landed in the mansions above. 2 We will lord it over The conscience of none, Who cleave to the Savior, And wickedness shun; Who love the Lord Jesus, and sing of his grace, Around the Lord's table, we'll meet them in peace. 3 The table of Jesus With love doth abound: 258 THE HARP Come, Christians, and lay all Your prejudice down, And flock to the table, like lambs of one fold, And feast on that love that can never be told. 4 Divisions and parties — O, were they all done, And all the Lord's people United in one, You'd see then poor sinners would turn unto God, And find peace and pardon in Jesus' blood. 5 My heart's all on fire, I long for the time When Christians in friendship And union will join: Come join me, my brethren, and give me your hand, And we'll walk together to Canaan's fair land. 6 We'll join you in singing, We'll join you in prayer, We'll join you in spreading The word far and near: We all hope to meet you on Canaan's bright shore, Where troubles are ended, and parting's no more. 7 In the world of bright glory, Encircled around, What heavenly anthems Forever will sound: T 11 E HARi' 259 He hath bought us, he's bought us with his pre- cious blood, From the lowest of beggars, to the children of G^d. 203. The Convert. 1 r^OME, brethren and sisters, Who love my dear Ljrd, I pray give attention, And ear, to my word: What a wonder of mercy, behold, now I see; What a tender, kind Savior, has done for poor me. 2 I was led by the Devil, Till lost and distress'd I thought that in torment I sure should be ca?t; No peace to the wicked, but all misery, Till by faith I saw Jesus hang bleeding for me. 3 O sinner, said Jesus, For you I have died: All glory to Jesus, My soul then replied: The guilt was removed— my soul cried, rejoice; The blood was applied, the witness and voice. 4 On my low bended knees, Before God, I did fall; And glory to Jesus, for he's all in all: 260 THE HARP The heart of his rebel was now rent in twain, To see my dear Jesus, on Calvary filain. 5 There was peace now in heaven, and peace upon earth, The angels rejoice at a poor sinner's birth; Thy sins are forgiven, my Savior did say O, witness, kind heaven, on this my birth day. 6 My soul— it was humbled— I fell to the ground; The time of refreshing, at length I have found: O Lord, thou hast ravish'd my soul with thy charms — Let me die like old Simeon, with Christ in my arms. 204. Amazing Grace. 1 A MAZING £ race ' hmv svveet t[ 'e sound That saved a wretch like me; I once was lost, but now I'm found; Was blind— but now I see. 2 Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace, my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed. 3 Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come: 'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me on. 4 The Lord has promised good to me, His grace my hope secures, THE HARP. 26 1 He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. 5 And when this heart and flesh shall fail; And mortal life shall cease, t shall possess within the veil, A life of joy and peace. 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,- The sun forbear to shine — But God, who called me here below,- Shall be forever mine. 205. Lot est Thou Me ? 1 TTARK ! my soul — it is the Lord; 'Tie thy Savior — hear his word: Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee; Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 2 'Twas I deliv^r'd thee when bound, And when wounded, healed thy wound? Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a mother's tender care Cease toward the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. 4 For mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath — Free and faithful, strong as death. 262 THE )( A r r 5 Thou shalt see my. glory soon, When the work of faith is done, Partners of my throne shall he; Suy, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? 6 My Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint: Yet I love thee, and adore — O. for grace to love thoe more. 206. Climbing Calvary. 1 4"|H, come my heart, and let us take An evening walk becoming thee: O, whither dost tlfou choose We should take our evening muse 1 To Calvary ? or Gethsemane ] 2 O, Calvary is a mountain high; The climbing is too hard for me: I should choose an evening sleep, My natural rest to keep, Before Calvary, or Gethsemane. 3 O, it would not appear such a mountain high, Or difficult a task for thee, If thou didst love the Man Who first laid the plan Of climbing the mountain Calvary. 4 I had rather abide in the pleasant plain, My gay companions there to see, And tarry awhile In the joys of the world, Than to climb up the mountain Calvary. T U K HARP. 26S 5 Your gay companions will not long be; Poor blinded souls, could fhoy but sec: And if ever you would stand On Canaan's happy land, You must first climb the mountain Calvary. G There is no pleasure as I can see; 'Tis a sad and a dreary path to me: And I have heard thorn say There are lions in the way, And they lurk in the mountain Calvary. 7 It is a straight and a narrow way, And lions are lurking there for thee: But thou shalt have a guard, Yea, the angels of God Shall conduct thee up mount Calvary. 8 I had rather have ease, and live as I please, Than be afflicted thus by thee: When blooming youth is gone, And old age comes on, Then I will climb the mountain Calvary. 9 Oli! the choice thou mak'st will not be good, But will prove a dangerous task for thee: When old age comes on With its great load of sin, Then how can you climb up Calvary? 10 Oh, conscience, ever making a noise, I cannot enjoy any peace, for thee: There is time enough yet, 264 THE HARP. And the journey's not so great, I can soon climb the mountain Calvary. 11 But hark! I hear a doleful sound! You surely should alarmed be! A blooming youth is gone, And is laid into the tomb, Who would not climb the mountain Calvary. 12 Alas, I know not what to do! You greatly have alarmed me! For in sin I have gone on, Till I fear I am undone: Lord, help me to climb up Calvary. 13 Well, tarry not in all the plain, Lest it prove a dangerous snare to thee; But look up to the Man Who was slain for your sins, And he'll help you to climb up Calvary. 207. Drooping Souls. 1 "l^|ROOPING souls, no longer grieve, Heaven is propitious; If on Christ you do believe, You will find him precious. Jesus now is passing by, Calling sinners to him:- He was slain for you and I, Now look up and view him. 2 Grace's store is always free, Drooping souls to gladden; THE HARP. 265 Jesus calls "come unto me, Weary — heavy iladen;" Though your sins like mountains rise- Rise, and reach to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All will be forgiven. 3 Now methinks I hear one say, I will go and prove him; If he take my sins away, Surely I shall love him. Now I see the Father smile; Smiling, moves my burden: •All is grace, for lam vile, Yet he seals my pardon. 4 Streaming mercy — how it flows! Now I know I feel it; Half has never yet been told, Yet I want to tell it. Jesus' blood has healed my wounds, O, the wondrous story! I was lost, but now I'm found, Glory, glory, glory. 5 Glory to my Savior's name- Saints are bound to love him; Mourners, you may do the same — Only come and prove him: Hasten to the Savior's blood, Feel it, and declare it; O, that I could sing so loud That all the world might hear it. 206 THE HARP 7 If no greater joys are known, In the upper regions, I will try to travel on In this pure religion. Heaven's here, and heaven's there, Glory's here, and yonder: Brightest seraphs shout, amen, While the angels uohder! 208. How long Halt Ye? 1 "ITJELAY not— delay not— O sinner, draw near; The waters of life Are now flowing for thee: No price is demanded, The Savior is here, Redemption is purchased— Salvation is free. 2 Delay not — delay not O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers, And calls thee to-day: His voice is not heard In the vale of the tomb; Her message unheeded, Will soon pass away. 3 Delay not — delay not — The Spirit of grace Long grieved and resisted, T fl E H A ft P . £67 May take its sad flight, And leave thee in darkness Ti> finUh thy race, To sink in the vale Of eternity's night. 4 Delay not — delay not — The hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve, And the heavens shall fade; The dead — small and great — In the judgTrient shall stand; "What power, then, Oil sinner, Shall lend thee its aid ] lone. t! 209. Hearts of St 1 TTEARTS of stone, relent, relen Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; See his body mangled, rent, Cover'd with a gore of blood! Sinful soul, what hast thou done' Murder'd God's eternal Son! 2 Yes, my sins have d6nc the deed, Drove the nails that fix'd him there, Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a soldier's spear, Made his soul a sacrifice; For a guilty world he dies! 3 But will you let him die in vain, Still to death pursue your God , 268 THE HARP Open tear his wounds again, Trample on his precious blood? No! with all my sins I'll part; Savior, take my broken heart. 211. The Glory of the Cross. 1 \/^/~HEN I survey the wondrous cross,- On which the Prince of glory died; My richest gain I count, but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most; I sacrifice them to thy blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet; Sorrow and love flow mingling down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet; Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love, so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 192. A Prayer for Success on Camp- Meetings. 1 £*AMP-meetings, with thy presence crown, And shower, O Lord, thy blessings down Fill every heart with holy zeal, And all thy righteousness reveal. i BE 11 .VHP, 269 2 O'er all our hosts do thou preside, And all our various movements guide: The praying companies attend, And show thyself the sinner's friend. 3 Pour out thy spirit on thy sons, And visit thy anointed ones: May every Virgin trim her lamp, And glory rest upon the camp. 4 May prayer and praise united rise, Like holy incense to the skies: In all our hosts display thy power, - May souls ho born again this hour. 212. The Wheat and the Tares. 1 rgUIOUGH in the out ward church below, The wheat and tares together grow, Jesu3 ere long will weed the crop, And pluck the tares in anger up. eiionus. For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. 2 Will it relieve their horrors then, To recollect their stations here] How much they heard, how much they knew, How much among the wheat they grew? 3 No, this will aggravate their case; They perished under means of grace: To them the word of life and faith Became an instrument of death. .T 270 THE HARP 4 We seen* alike, when thus we meet; Strangers might think we all were wheat; But to the Lord's all-searching eyes Each heart appears without disguise. 5 The tares are spared for various ends — Some, for the sake of praying friends; Others, the Lord, against their will, Employs, his counsels to fulfil: 6 But though they grow so tall and strong, His plan will not require them long; In harvest, when he saves his own, The tares shall into hell be thrown. 7 Oh, awful thought! and is it sol Must all mankind the harvest know? Is every man a wheat or tare! We, for that harvest, Lord, prepare. 213. The Proclamation. 1 T1EAR the joyful proclamation, The glad tidings of salvation, Published to every creature Of the ruined sons of nature. CHORUS. Jesus reigns — He reigns victorious Over heaven and earth, most glorious. Jesus reigns. 2 See the royal banner flying, Hear the standard bearers crying T n i: h I R P SJ I •'K in : sinner.-, royal favor Now is offered by the S.uior. riioRrs. 8 II".;-. y> - -is of wrath and ruin, Who have wrought your own undoing, is life ami free salvation, red to the whole creation. Ul s. \ Then unto the Lord most holy (Shun the path of vice and folly,) Turn, or you are lost forever — O!), now fly unlo the Savior. OHO.: 5 'Twas for you that Jesus died, And for you was crucified: Conquered death, and rose to heaven — Life eternal's through him given. CHOI1US. 6 Here is wine, and milk and honey, Come and purchase without money; Mercy flowing like a fountain, Streaming from the holy mountain. CHOIil^. this love, let rocks and mountains, Purling streams, and chrysta! fountains, Roaring thunders, lightnings, blazes, Shout the great Messiah's praises. CHORUS. T H E HARP 8 Now our souls have caught new fire, Brotliren, raise your voices higher: Angels shout the joyful story, Through all the bight world of glory. CHORUS. Jesus reigns — lie reigns victorious Over heaven and earth, most glorious. Jesus reinns. 214. The Love of Christ. BY A. JUBELL. 1 |" LOVE the holy Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrow trod, And boie our sins, a dreadful load — On Calvary's gloomy mountain. There on the cross, he mournful hung, The sport of many an impious tongue, While pains extreme his nature wrung, And flowed life's crimson fountain. 2 The sun would not behold the scene — Around was thrown night's sable screen: Nature was dress'd in mourning mien, And sighed, when Jesus suffered. But uh! his persecutors stood, That cruel, viperous, hellish brood, Unmoved, to see his gushing blood, And shocking insults cfier'd. 3 O, why did not his anger burn, And floods of vengeance on them turn? Amazing! see his bowels yearn In soft compassion, o'er there: THE HARP. 273 No fury kindled in his eyes — They beam with Iovp; and when he dies, "Father, forgive," the sufferer cries, And makes excuses for them. 4 O ! was there ever such distress, Or such amazing proof as this Or* mercy, love, and tenderness, As our Redeemer's given? Not one among the host above, Could comprehend this matchless love That did within his bosom move, And brought him down from heaven. 5 How ardent ought my love to be To him that's done so much (or me: My service constant, faithful, free, And all my powers employing. I ought his cross with pleasure bear, And place my all of glorying there, In his reproach most gladly share, In tribulation joying. 6 And never shall it be concealed, He hath his love in me revealed; Of all my sins, a pardon sealed — I feel his blessed favor: In him I do and will rejoice, I'll praise him with a cheerful voice Until the theme my tongue employs, In heaven above, forever. 274 THE HARP. 215. Vain World, Adieu. 1 "YM^HEN for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are clear, And faith in lively exercise, And distant hills of Canaan rise, The soul for joy then claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings — "Vain world, adieu." 2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore Each landmark on the distant shore, The trees of life, the pastures green, The golden streets, the ehrystal stream; Again for joy she claps her wings, And loud her loytfly sonnet sings — "Vain world, adieu." 3 The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her powers expand; With steady helm, and free-bent sail, Her anchor drops within the vale: Again for joy she claps her wings, And her celestial sonnet sings — "Vain world, adieu." 216. Valley of Humility. 7T1IS low down in the beautiful valley, Where love crowns the meek and the lowly, The rude storms of envy and folly, May roll on their billows in vain. THE HARP. 275 3 This low vale is far from contention, Where no soul can drearn of dissension, No dark wiles of evil invention, Can find out this region of peace. 3 The low soul in humble subjection, May here find unshaken protection, The soft gales of cheering reflection, Their minds free from sorrow and pain. 4 And there, there the Lord will deliver, And souls drink of that beautiful river That flows peace forever and ever; There love and joy forever increase. 5 And there, there in yonder bright glory, We'll sino-, and shout, and give God the glory* And when we've passed old Jordan quite o'er' We'i! sino- hallelujah to Grd, The God of my salvation praise. Barren, although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here. Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off, I see, Yet will I in my Savior trust, And glory that he died for me. 4 In hope, believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus my strength, shall lift me up- Salvation is in Jesus' name. To me, ho soon shall bring it nigh; My soul shall then outstrip the wind, On wings of love, mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. 232. Not Ashamed. 1 "H 'M> not ashamed to own my Lord, ■*• Nor to defend his glorious cause; The way he's gone is lined with blood- O may I tread the steps he trod. 2 I'm not ashamed his name, to bear, With those who his disciples are: Christian — sweet name — its worth I view, O, may I wear its nature too. THE HAR?. * olll H The world's vain honors will I shun, The narrow way to life I'll run, That this at last my boast may be, The Savior's not ashamed of me. 4 Give me thy might, O God of power, Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness will I be, 'Tis fixed — I can do all through thee. 233. The Preacher s Farewell. 1 lpAREWELL, my dear brethren, The time is at hand When we must be parted From this social band: Our several engagements Now call us away, Our parting is needful, And we must obey. 2 Farewell, Christian brethren^ Farewell, for a while; We'll soon meet again If kind Providence smile: But when we are parted And scattered abroad, We'll pray for each other, And wrestle with God. 3 Farewell, ye old soldiers, You'll soon be discharged; The war will be ended — K 302 * THE HARF, Your treasure enlarged; With shouting and singing, (Though Jordan may roar,) We'll enter fair Canaan, And rest on the shore. 4 Farewell, ye young converts, You've enlisted for war; Sore trials await you, But Jesus is near. Although you must travel The dark wilderness, Your Captain's before you, He'll lead you to bliss. 5 Farewell, seeking mourners, With sad, broken hearts, O, hasten to Jesus, And choose the good part;- He's full of compassion, And mighty to save, His arms are extended Your souls to receive. 6 Farewell, careless sinners, For you I do mourn To think of your danger, While quite unconcerned. I've read of a Judgment Where all must appear; There you will stand trembling, With tormenting fear. THE HARP. 303 7 Your frolics and pastime In which you delight, •Will serve to torment you With dreadful affright: You'll think of the sermons That you've heard in vain, A1J hope gone forever Of hearing again. 8 Farewell, faithful Christians — Farewell, all around; Perhaps we'll not meet Till the last trump shall sound. To meet you in glory, I'll give you my hand, Our Savior to praise, in A pure, social band. 234. Slop, mid Think. ^TOP. poor sinner! stop and think, Before you farther go: Can you sport upon the brink Of everlasting wo? Hell beneath is gaping wide, Vengeance waits the dread command, Soon to stop your sport and pride, And sink you with the damned. CHORUS. Then be entreated now to stop, For, unless you warning take, 304 THE HARP Ere you are aware, you'll drop Into the burning lake. 2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose? Fear you not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that great day, * When He, judgment shall proclaim? When the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame? 3 Ghastly death shall quickly come, And drag you to the bar; Then to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair. All your sins will round you crowd — Sins of bloody, crimson dye; Each for vergeance crying loud, And what can you reply! 4 Though your hearts are hard as steef, Your foreheads lined with brass, God at length will make you feel, He will not let you pass. Sinners then in vain may call, (Though they now despise his grace,) "Rocks and mountains, on us fall, And hide us from his face." 5 But as yet there is a hope That you may mercy know; THE HARP. 305 Though his arm is lifted up, He still forbears the blow. 'Tvvas for sinners, Jesus died, Sinners he invites to come; None who come will be denied, He says there yet is room. 235. A People. 1 A PEOPLE, called Christians, Though many a thing they tell About the land of Canaan, Where saints and angels dwell; Yet sin, that dismal ocean, Encloses them around, And the tide still divides them From Canaan's happy ground. 2 Many have been impatient To find their passage through, And with united wisdom, Have tried what they could do: But vessels built by human skill, Have never sailed far Till we have found them aground, On some dreadful sandy bar. 3 The everlasting Gospel Has launched the deep, at last; Behold her sails expanded Around the towering mast. Along the deck, in order, The joyful sailors stand, " 306 THE HARP Crying, "O! here we go To Inimanuel's happy land. To all who are spectators, What anguish must ensue, To hear their old companions Bid them a long adieu: The pleasures of our paradise, No longer doth invite; While we saiK they may rail, We shall soon be out of sight. We are now on the wide ocean, And bid the world farewell, But where we shall cast anchor, No human tongue can tell. About our future destiny, There needs he no debate, While we ride on the tide, With our Captain and his Mate. When we get into harbor, Where stormy winds do cease, It's in that holy city, There's life and joy and peace. There we shall see our J< j sus, The Lamb that once was slain, And in our Father's kingdom We'll praise his holy name. 236. hooking toward Heaven. BY REV. A. ABELL. 1 I^OME, my dear brethren, for awhile, Turn from the thorny vale of tears; T 11 E HART 307 Look toward those realms that ever smile, See what a glorious scpne appears: O see that most delightful land Of heavenly Canaan, spreading aide, Whose fields forever blooming stand, There doth perpetual spring abide. 2 Leave every needless care behind, And throw earth's gilded toys away: Ye know it never was designed That here we should forever stay: Then settle down on earth no more, But rise and stretch immortal wings, Guided by Revelation, 6oar To that bright world of heavenlier things. 3 Whate'er our toils and sufferings are, But little longer shall they last; If faithful, soon we'll enter, where All ills will he forever past. O ulorions world! O happy home! Where Zion's way-worn pilgrims meet } There we shall all together come, And joyfully, each other greet. i That blissful place was ne'er defiled, For sin hath never entered there; Perfectly pure each blessed child, Immortal, young, divinely fair: There's pleasure, without any pain, There's happiness without alloy, I n ; i! I ilhuul a tl •-, bul endless joy. . fire, And iigh, tint : But little longer here I ma extendi My Jesus beck 9oa to gl r I \ I B Again. 1 4 \\'.\ K I'll I Mid, My soul iu guilt and tlirull I P I knew not what to do. 1 I I with guilt, with anguish The sinnr-r nlusl be born again*, Or sink lo endless woe. 2 Ai I ' ' iM not tell bell, and hell - I strove indeed, but strove in vain; The tinner must be born agafa, Still sounded in my 3 Then to the ! — It poured its cureea on my head, I no relief could find. rful truth I found remain, THE HARP. 309 The sinner must be born again, O'envhelmed my troubled mind, 1 Again did Sinai's thunders ro'l, And gutft lay heavy on my sou!, A vast unw.eidly load. Alas, I read, and found it plain, The sinner must be born again, Or drink the wrath of God, 5 The saints I heard with rapture tell How Jesus conquered death and hell, And broke the fowler's snare. But when I found this truth remain, The sinner must be born again, I sunk in deep despair. G While thus my soul in anguish lay, Jesus of Nazareth passed that way^- I felt his pity move. The sinner, by his justice slain, Now by his grace is b->rn again, And sings redeeming love. 7 To heaven, the joyful tidings flew, The angels tuned their harps anew, And loftier sounds did rise. All hail! the Lamb that once was slain, Unnumbered millions, born again, Shall shout thine endless praiso. 310 THE HARP 238. In answer to Montgomery's Question, What is Prayer? BY J. MARSDEN. 1 "DRAYER, its way to God can find, From earth's deepest centre; Though a wail of steel can find, Prayer, that wall would enter. Who can trace a beam of light From the day-star parted? Prayer, more rapid in its flight, From the mind is darted. 2 Prayer to God ascends with ease From the pojar ices, From our isles, antipodes, From the land ufspiies. From an inquisition gloom, Where the wretched languish; From the margin of the tomb, And the bed of anguish. 3 Place the Christian where you will, Scripture doth aver it; Heaven's eye is fixed, still On the praying sprit: Though on dreary wilds, alone, Outcast and distressed, Prayer's a pathway to the throne; Find it, and be blessed. 4 Rocks of granite, gates of brass — Alps, to heaven soaring. THEHARP. 311 Bow, to let the wishes pass Of a soul imploring: From the belly of the fish, From the sea's recesses, From the lion's den, the wish Up to heaven presses. 5 Deity in every place, On the earth or ocean, Opens wide the gates of grace, To sincere devotion. 'Neath the sceptre ot the rod, Or by stream or fountain, Lift thy spirit up to God; Who can stop its mounting? 6 North or south, or pine, or plain, Vale, or mountain, hoary, Breathe a prayer, repeat a psalm, 'Tis the porch of glory. Frigid, mild, or burning zone — Distance is not in it', Prayer, from earth to mercy's throne, Passes in a minute. 7 Wheresoe'er thy lot command, Brother, pilgrim, stranger, God is ever near at hand, Golden shield from danger. Near the Niger or the Nile, Or where forests bound thee, 312 r 11 i 11 \ ■ v ~ .surround I fie. I ■ 1 | A . 'i from hence my all - Perish, every fond A I've bop'd or eought or kn Vet, how rich is my com!. God and heaven are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave mej 'J 'hey have left my Savior, too: Human hearts hai i Thou art not like them, uotf And when ihou sfa me, ( i (1 of wisoN own me, it. 8 Man may trouble and '1'.'. ill but drive me to my bn Life with - bard may Heaven will bring m O, 'tis not in grief to harm d . While thy love is left to O, 'twere not in joy to charm unmixed with t. T H E HARP 313 i Go then, earthly fame and treasure; Gome, disaster, scorn and pain: In thy service, pain is pleasure. With thy favor loss is gain. I have called thee Abba, Father, t have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather^. All must work for good to me. 5 Sou!, then know thy great salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care: Joy to find in every station- Something still to da, ot bear Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Fathers smiles are thine: Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall end thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 240. Address to Youth. BY REV. S. MATTISOX. V^OUNG peof le all attention give, ■*" While I address you in God's name^ ¥ou who in sin and folly live, 31 •( THE HARP. Come hear the counsel of a friend. I've sought for bliss in glittering toys, And ranged the alluring- scenes of vice; A stranger to substantial j f >ys, Till I obey'd my Saviour's voice. 2 But when I yielded to his word, And bovv'd submissive to the cross, My soul was wash'd in Jesus' blood, x\nd in celestial raptures lost. While thus exulting- in his love, Ten thousand glories were disclos'd; My heart with holy impulse moved, And felt that peace that can't be told. 3 'Tis here unfading beauty glows, And music moves in cheerful strains; An Eden scion buds and blows, In every breast where Jesus reigns. He looks, and radiant morning shines, And heaven kindles in my soul; The wretched here protection finds, The wounded spirit is made whole. 4 Why are you pleas'd with empty sounds, Fantastic plays and flattering charms? Where fatal snares are spread around, How dare you sleep in Satan's arms? Your hearts are like the restless wind, You stray in haste from scene to scene: No object fills the aching mind Till Jesus solelv reigns within. f H K HARP 315 5 Reflect! the time approaches nigh When friends and relatives must part; Death will dissolve the mortal tie, And rend the sympathizing heart. Hark! from the grave the tumbling clod Salutes thine ears and loudly rings; Prepare to meet your slighted God, O, turn your eyes from fading things! 6 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone, By fleeting time or early death; Your morning sun may sit at noon, And you in darkness end your breath. Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks, Will wither like the blasted rose; The coffin, earth and winding sheet Will soon your active limbs enclose. 7 Oh, heedless ones! that wildly stroll, The grave will soon become your bed. Where silence reigns and vapors move In dreary darkness round your head. Vour friends will pass the lonesome place, And" with a sigh move slow along, Still gazing at the spires of grass, That will be o'er your bodies grown. 8 But Oh, the soul, where vengeance reigns! It sinks with groans and fruitless cries; It rolls amidst the burning flames. In boundless woe and agonies! .il t^> I ii r. ii Aftl There closed around in i ght, Where demons dwell and thunders roar. Ton i in keen dispair and jmilt, When thousand, thousand years arc o'er. Oh, heedless youth! Ibis ii the : < )f all that do : And soon with you 'twill be too lat Tlie way of life in Christ (o choot Then lay your carnal weapoiM No longer ii_-i.i against your Gfed, But with my mission now comply, And J haven will he yo . •J i 1 . i . \ 4 WAX m | doubts, begone my ['<■ The wonders of the Lord appe The wonders that my Saviour wrought, O, how delightful is the thought! The wonders of redeeming love, When first my heart was dft>wo al ■ When first 1 BSW my Saviour's face, And triuinph'd in 1. .ce. 2 Pursue, my th his pleasing theme,, 'Twas not a fancy or a dr 'Twas gr ■:• : he skies, And Bhall be mam llous in my i I g Ir.nl 1 mourn*d like one I Long had my soul for comfort sought; JesUS was w .tn<\-.~ to my I And I i tly calin'd mv fi THE HARP. 317 {3 He cleans'd my soul, he chang'd my dress, And cloth'd me with his righteousness; He spoke at once my sins forgiven, And I rejoice as if in Heaven. How was I struck with sweet surprise, When glory shone before my eyes! How did I sing from day to day, And wish'd to sing my soul away'. 4 The world with all its pomp withdrew, 'Twas less than nothing in my view; ' Redeeming love was all my theme, And life appear'd an idle dream. I gloried in my Saviour's grace, I sang my great Redeemer's praise; My soul now long'd to soar away, And dwell with Christ in endless day, 5 The powers of hell in vain combine To tempt or interrupt my mind; I saw, and sang in joyful strains, The monster satan held in chains. "These are the wonders I record, The marvellous goodness of the Lord; O, for a tongue to speak his praise, To tell the triumphs of his grace! 242. The SouV s Aspiration. 1 4~\ FOR a breeze of heavenly love To waft my soul away, To the celestial worlds above, Where pleasures ne'er decay. 318 THE HARP. 2 Eternal Spirit deign to be My pilot liere below; To steer through life's tempestuous sea, Where chilling winds do blow. 3 Prom rocks of pride on either hand, From quicksands of despair, O guide me safe to Canaan's land, Through every latent snare. 4 Anchor me in that port above, On that eternal shore, Where dashing billows never move, W litre tempests never roar. 243. In Days Past, 1 npHE Christians of old united in one, As sheep in a fold were never alone; As birds of a feather they flock'd to their nest, And shclter'd together in Jesus' breast. 2 However employ'd, their jny was the same, They never were cloy'd in hymning the Lamb; Their sole recreation to sing of his praise, And publish salvation through Jesus' grace. 3 Small learning they had, and wanted no more, Not man j could read, but all could adore; No help from the college or school they receiv'd Content with His knowledge in whom they believ'd. THK HARP. 319 4 No riches'had they but riches of grace, No fondness for play, nor passion for praise; No moments of leisure for trifling employ, Poss^ss'd of a treasure in God to rejoice. 5 Mt*n, in their own eyes, were children again, And children were wise and prudent as men; The women were fearful of nothing but sin, Their dress indicated their consciences clean. 6 Wrapp'd up in their Lord, his service and love, They lived and ach>r'd like angels above; To keep in his favor their lives they laid down, And now with their Saviour inherit 'b p crown. 244. Awake, Sinner. 1 4 WAKE! O guilty world awake! Behold the earth's foundation shake, While the Redeemer bleeds for you; His death proclaims to Adam's race, Free grace, free grace, free grace, free grace. To all the Jews and Gentiles too. 2 Come, guilty mortals, come and see Your Saviour hanging on the tree; For you, all dress'd in purple gore, His weight of woe did veil the sun, Tis done, lis done, tis done, tis d>ne, That man might live forevermore. 3 Behold the wounded Lamb of God, Spreading his bleeding hands abroad; 320 t 11 k n \ n p . Come see him yielding up lo death. Behold him in his lie die.-, he djes, he dies, he dies, And yields his last expiring breath. ) He dies and triumphs over death, To give the dead immortal breath, And spread the honors of his name; Shout! brethren, shout with cheerful voice, Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, And give the glory to the Lamb. 245. Today, jrf you will Rear his I ■ 1 fl^O-DAY, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice; Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 2 Say, will you be forever blest, And with this glorious Jesus rest? Will you be saved from guilt and paiol Will you with Christ forever reign.' 3 Make now your choice, and halt no more, For now he's waiting for the poor: Say, now poor souls, what will you do? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 4 Once more I ask you in his name — 1 know his love is still the same — £>ay, will you to Mount Zion go? v. will you have this Christ, or no? THE HARP 321 5 Ye dear young men, for ruin bound, Amidst the gospel's joyful sound, Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joys of Christ's redeeming love. 6 Young ladies, now we look to you; Are you resolved to perish, too, To rush in carnal pleasures on, And sink in flaming rivers down? 7 Then, blooming friends, a long farewell! We're bound fox heaven, but you to hell— ' Still, God may hear us while we pray, And change you ere the burning day. 8 Oh! must we leave you bound to hell, Resolved with devils there to dwell? Still we will weep, lament and cry, That God may change you ere you die. 246. Blind Bartimeus. 1 "-M/rERCY, O thouso.n of David!" Thus poor blind Bartim'us pray'd; "Oihersby thy grace are saved, O, vouchsafe to me thine aid." CHORUS. Well beloved, blessed Savior, Well beloved Priest and King: Glory be to the I jamb slain For us; he did salvation bring. 2 While he prayed others chid him, Yet he cried the louder still, 322 T H E H A R P Till the gracious Savior bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by braying used to live; . But he asked, and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won Dy kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. 5 Now, methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; "Friends, is not my case amazing? What a Savior I have found! 6 Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me! Surely they would come unto him, He would cause thein all to see." 247. The Land of Pleasure. 1 rpHERE is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll, 'Tis there I have my treasure, And there I hope to rest my soul : Long darkness dwelt around me, With scarcely once a cheering ray; But since my Savior found me, A light has shone alonsr my way. THE HARP. 323 2 My way is full of danger, • But it's the path that leads to God; And like a valiant soldier, I'll dauntless march the narrow road: Now I must gird my sword on, My helmet, breastplate, and my shield, And fight, the host of Satan, Until I reach the heavenly field. 3 I'm on my way to Canaan, Still guided by my Savior's hand; O, come along, poor sinners, And see Immanuel's happy land; To ail who stay behind me, I bid a long, a long farewell — O come, or you'll repent it When you arrive at the gate of hell, 4 The vale of tears surrounds me, And Jordan's current rolls before; Oh, how I stand and tremble To hear the dismal waters roar! Whose hand shall then support me, Or keep my soul from sinking there — From sinking dovvn to darkness And to the regions of despair. .5 The waves shall not affright me, Although they're deeper than the grave; If Jesus will stand by me, J'll calmly ride on Jordan's wave; T II E HARP. 1 1 is word has calmed the ocean, !1> lamp baa cheered the gloomy vale; O, may this friend go with When through the gates of death 1 sail. ;i come, thou King of Lew And with thy weapona lay me low; I soon shall reach that n _ Where everlasting pleasures flow. Oh sinners, must I leave you, No more to join your social band! No more to stand before you, Till at the judgment seat we stand? 7 Soon the archangel's trumpet Shall shake the globe from pole to pole; And all the wheels of nature Shall in a moment cease to roll: Then I shall see my Savior With shining ranks of angels come, To execute his vengeance, And take his ransomed people home. 248. Th ii nm. 1 rr^HE Lord into his garden come, The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and tin \ Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine, And make the dead revive. 'J O that this dry and barren ground, In springs of water may abound, THE HARP. 325 A fruitful soil become; The desert blossom as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes; And makes his people one. 3 The glorious time is coming on, The gracious work is now begun, IVly soul a witness is: I taste and see a pardon free, For all mankind, as well as me, Who come to Christ may live. 1 The worst of sinners here may find A Savior pitiful and kind, Who will them all receive; None are too vile who will repent, Out of oiTe sinner legions went— ■ The Lord did him relieve. 5 Come, brethren dear, who know the Lord 3 And taste the sweetness of his word, In Jesus' ways g'o on. 0,ur troubles and our trials here Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. 6 We feel that heaven is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne, From Jesus' throne on high; It comes in floods we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again, And yet we still are dry. 326 THE HARP 7 But when we come to reign above, And all surround the throne of love, We'll drink a full supply. Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow, That never will run dry. 8 And there we'll reign, and shout Etnd sing* And make the upper regions ring, When all the saint6 get home. Come on, come on, my brethren dean Soon we shall meet together there, Fur Jesus bids us come. 9 Ampn, amen, my soul replies, I'm bound to meet you in the skies* And claim my mansions there: Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, To meet you in that heavenly land, Where we shall part no more. 249. Heaven. 1 TflHIS world is all a fleecing show, For man's probation given; The smiles of joy, the fears of wo Deceitful shine, deceitful flow; There's nothing true but heaven. 2 Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave are driven, And fancy's flash, and reason's ray Serve but to light their troubled way; There's nothing true but heaven. THE HARP. * 327 3 And where's the light held out. to cheer The heart with anguish riven] Affliction's sigh and sorrow's tear Have never found a refuge here: There's nothing kind but heaven. 4 Ah! false the light of glory's plume, As fading hues of even, And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb: There's nothing bright but heaven.' 5 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, Without their sins forgiven; F r ee pleasure, everlasting peace Are only found through God's free grace; There's nothing good but heaven. 6 From those who walk.in wisdom's ways, Corroding fears are driven; They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood, Enjoy communion with their God, And on their way to heaven. 250. The Penitent Thief. 1 SOVEREIGN grace has power alone To subdue the heart of stone; In the moment grace is felt, Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When my Lord was crucified, Two transgressors with him died; The one, with bold blasphemous tongue, Scoffed at Jesus, as he hung. 328 , THE HARP. 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath In the very jaws of death, Perished, as too many do — With the Savior in his view. 4 The other, being touched by grace, Saw the danger of his case, Faith received; he owned the Lord, Whom the priests and scribes abhorred. 5 "Lord," he prayed, "remember me, When in glory thou shalt be;" "Sure with me" the Lord replied, "Thou shalt be in paradise." G This was wondrous grace indeed, Grace vouchsafed in time of need; Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, You will find him still the same. 7 But beware of unbelief, Think upon the harden'd thief, For if the gospel you disdain, Christ for you has died in vain. 251. Behold the Man! i^OME ye that love my Lord and Master, And like king David I will tell — Though chief of sinners, I've found favor, Redeemed by Christ from sin and hell: Far as the east from the west is parted, So far from me, by dying love, THE HARP. 329 My sins through faith are separated — Blest antepast of the joys above. 2 I late a stranger from Jesus wander'd, And thought each dang'rous poison good; But he in mercy and love pursued me, With cries of his redeeming blood: But like Bartim'us I was blinded, In nature's darkest night concealed, Till Jesus' kindness removed my blindness, And he his pard'ning love revealed. 3 Now will I praise him while he spares me, And with his people sing aloud; Though hell oppose me, and sinners mock me, With songs of rapture I'll praise my Cod: By faith I see the heavenly concert, They sing aloud redeeming love. O, with desire my heart's on fire, I long to taste the joys above. 4 The awful day is fast approaching, When Christ in glorious clouds shall come, With shoi.ts of angels and sound of trumpets, To take his ransom'd followers home. There Abram, Isaac, and holy prophets, Willi all the seraphs at God's right hand — There saints and angels who join in concert, Shout, as they gaze o'er the heavenly land. 252. Lot's Wife. 1 "X^E carnal professors Who stand on your lees, 330 T H E H A R P Amidst your vain pleasures, Your profits and ease, God calls you — arise And escape for your life, And look not behind you — Remember Lot's wife. 2 Awake from your slumbers. And warning receive; 'Tis Jesus that calls you, The message believe: While danger's around you, Escape for your life, And look not behind you — Remember Lot's wife. 3 The ways of religion True pleasures afford; No pleasure can equal The Joy of the Lord; Forsake then the world, And escape for your life, And look not behind you — Remember Lot's wife. 4 How many poor souls Has the tempter beguiled, With specious temptations, How many defiled: Then be not deluded, Escape for your life, f H E H A R ¥ . 331 And look not behind you — Remember Lot's wife. 5 The first bold apostate Will tempt you to stray, He'll tell you, no danger Of falling away; He means to deceive you, Escape for your life, And look not behind -you — Remember Lot's wife. 253. On the Death of a Friend. T^XCEEDINGLY sorrowful even to death, Hesinks to the earth, he is fainting for breath, "My Father, this cup — O, why must it be? Why may not this bitterest cup pass from me? But yet not as I wilt — as thou wilt — how sweet The draught in which justice and tenderness meet ! Then shall I not drink it — vvhate'er it may be, The eup which my Father has given to me!" 'Twas thus in the fiercest assault of despair, The Savior in darkness poured forth his lone prayer, As sinking beneath the vast burden, he fell, That else must have sunk a lost world into hell: With none to uphold him, with none to console, Unpitied, unheeded, he poured out his sou!: 332 THE JliRP. "Oh shall I not drink it, whate'er it may be — The cup which my Father has given to me?" 3 Did Jesus receive e'en the wormwood and gall, And drink the last dregs of the cup for us all? Then why from the drop which he gives me to drink, So mingled with sweetness shall lever drink? How sweet, let me say, is my bitterest cup, Compared with the draught which my Saviour drank up; Then shall I not drink it whate'er it may be; The cup which my Father hath given to me? 4 The friend on whose bosom I loved to recline, Whose mind, heart and soul were co-mingled with mine; He whom at all seasons I joyed to caress, On whom I delighted to lean in distress, My dearest companion is taken away, And left me to sorrow and darkness a prey; • But shall I not drink it tho' bitter it be, The cup which my Father has given to me? 254. Burst, ye Emerald Gates 1 . 1 T3 URST, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision All the extatic joys that spring Around the bright elysian: Lo! we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies! T II R HA R r . S3S Sons of righteousness, arise! Open the gates of Paradise, '2 Floods of everlasting light, Freely flash before Him; Myriads with supreme delight, Instantly adore Him; Angelic trumps resound His fame ; Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of His name, Heaven echoing the same. 3 Four and twenty elders rise From their princely stations, Shout His gloaious victories, Sing the great salvation, Cast their crowns before His throne; Cry, in reverential tone; "Glory be to God alone, Holy— holy— holy One." I Hark! the thrilling symphonies, Seem, tnethinks, to seize us: Join we to the holy lays, Jesus — Jesus — Jesus. Sweetest sound in seraph's songs, Sweetest note on mortals tongue* Sweetest carol ever sung — Jesus — Jesus — flow along. 255. Parting of ike Indian Friend?. 1 "\T7*HEN shall we aH meet again? •i shall we I r 334 the a A R f . Oft shall glowing hope a.-: Oft shall wearied love retire; Oft shall Death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again. 2 Though in distant lands we sigFi, Parch'd beneath a hostile sky; Though the deep between us roll, Friendship shall unite our sou!t — And in fancy's wide domain, Oft shall we all meet again. 3 When our burnished locks are gray, Thin'd by many a toil-spent day, When around this youthful pine Moss shall creep and ivy twine; Long may this lov'd bower remain, Here may we all meet again. £ When the dreams of life are fled', When Us wasted lamps are dead — When in cold oblivion shade, Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid — Where immortal spirits reign, There may we all meet again-. 5 When the chilly press of death Rob's me of my fleetino breath — Then I'll bear my spirit up, Cheer'd with this delightful hope. That whero pleasures ever reign, There we hope to meet again. 6 Yes, in yonder world above, Mercy sits ertfhron'd in love — We inusl tread the thorny road* Leading to the mount above, If where pleasures ever reign, We would hope to meet again. the n A R P . 335 7 And now my friends, a fund adieu, Think of me as I of you; Let me round your hearts entwine, Only as you do around mine; If while here we do remain, We should never meet again. 256. Redemption. f^QME, friends and relations, let's join heart and hand; The voice of the turtle is heard in our land; Let's all walk together, and follow the sound, And march to the place where redemption is found. 2 The place is not hidden, nor is it conceal'd; All mortals may know it, for now 'tis reveal'd: The place is in Jesus, to Jesus we'll go, And there find redemption from sorrow and wo. 3 And you, my dear brethren, who love my dear Lord, Who've witnessed free pardon, through faith in his blood, Let patience attend you wherever you be, In Christ you've redemption, 'tis purchased — 'tis free. 4 We read of commotions, and signs in the skies; The sun and the moon shall be clothed in dis- guise : But when you shall see all these tokens appear, 336 T H E H A R P. Then lift up your heads, your redemption draws near. £> Oh! then the arch angel the trumpet shal£ sound, To awake God's dear people that sleep unde? ground: The sound of the trumpet shall bid them arise. To meet tin- ir redemption with jny, in the skies. 6 G,then, loving Jesus our souls will receive, From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve; Then we shall be perfect, and we shall be free. We'll sing of redemption wherever we be. 7 Redeemed from sin, and redeemed from death. Redeemed from corruption, redeemed from the earth, Redeemed from damnation, redeemed from aU wo, We'll sing of redemption wherever we go, 257. The Christian s Grief. BY U. U. B . J nPO see his harp — once tuneful harp, On weeping willows hung, Its tones of joy for sorrow changed, And all its chords unstrung; And then to hear the scoffer say, "Now where's the might,y Chief ; THE II A R ? . 337 Strung to deliver and redeem'?" This is a Christian's grief. 2 To see the thoughtless sinner stand On ruin's slippery brink, Assured that down the dreadful gulf, His guilty scul must sink, And yet unmindful of the hand Stretched out to give relief, The voice that fain would win him back; This is a Christian's grief. 3 To watch the strange, misguided step Of him who once bid fair To tread the hallowed courts on high, And dwell with angels there; To think the heart that once made God Of all its joys, the chief, Should e'er forget a Savior's love; This is a Christian's grief. i 7'o mark with tears, with aching heart, The ways of Zion mourn, To see how few our feasts attend, How many wisdom spurn, To see her gates left desolate, And sin, and unbelief Their fearful, dreadful inroads make; This is a Christian's grief. » But when his overwhelming grief, Would seem almost despair, >38 T H E H A R P To lift the eye of faith to heaven, And say, "my Savior's there;" This calms the anguish of his soul, This yields his heart relief, Until, through faith, his heaven-born joy O'ercomes his wildest grief. 258. To the Omnipotent. 1 T ORD of universal nature, God of every living creature, Light of morning, shade of even, King of ocean, earth, and heaven, Whilst I prostrate bow before Thee, Teach my spirit to adore Thee. 2 Soul of love, and source of pleasure, Mine of every richer treasure, King of tempest, storm and shower, Ruler of each secret power, Whilst for favor I implore Thee, Teach my spirit to adore Thee. 3 Spring of river, lake and fountain, Piler of the rock and mountain, Breath of animal creation, Life of varied vegetation, While I prostrate bow before Thee, Teach my spirit to adore Thee. 4 First and last, Eternal Being, All-pervading, and all-seeing, Centre of Divine perfection, T H K II A R T Whence the planets learn subjection, Whilst fur favor I implore Thee, Teach my spirit to adore Thee. 259. The Convert. 1 £"^OME listening - angels, assist me to sing The love of my Jesus, my Heavenly king 7 Great things for my sool he snrely hath done, All glory to God, for the gift of his Son. 2 I wander'd in darkness a stranger to God, Neglecting his calls, and slighting his word; In romance and novels, I tho't I should gain Some pleasure, or honor, or knowledge obtain. 3 At length the glad trumpet saluted my ears, And thunderings from Sinai, alarmed my fears; The tears of repentance so freely did run, For slighting my Savior, I cried I'm undone. 4 One night while a musing, these words came with power, "O do not be grieved, or weep any more; Believe thou in God, believe also in me, In the house of my Father there's mansions for thee/' 5 'Tis the voice of my Savior, my soul then re- plied, For me he hath suffered, for rne he hath, died; The blood from his wounds while he hung on the tree, Hath purchased redemption and pardon for me his . . see his m M jsl matgni&eenti 5 The trumpet will sound in a mannersurprising, The dead under ground from their graves will be rising, The elements melt and the heavens are retiring; What a shock will be felt when the world is ex- piring. Crown'd with dignity, crown'd with dignity, crown'd with dignity Will my Savior be! 6 The Ancient of days on his throne will be sit- ting, In a glorious blaze at this national meeting: 348 THE HARP. Of the several classes there's none can dissemble, At the sentence he passes the wicked will tremble; Depart ye cursed, depart ye cursed, depart ye cursed To despondency! 7 But ye saints who adore me, are welcome to enter The portals of glory and pass to the centre; From sin I have freed you, your joys are celestial, To fountains I'll lead you as clear as a crystal. Come my followers, come my followers* come my followers And be glorified. 9 With joy they adhere to the voice of then- Savior, Whose name they revere and accept of his favor; They bow down at his feet and tiieir crowns cast before him, in rapture complete they forever adore him. O their happiness, O their happiness, O their happiness Is most glorious! 264. The Harvest, or End of the World. npHE fields are all white, the harvest is near, The reapers all with their sharp sickles ap- pear, To reap down the fields and gather into barns, While the wild plants of nature are left for tc< h.i rn. THE HARP. 349 2 Come then, O my soul, meditate on that day When all things in nature shall cease and decay; When the trumpet shall sound and each angel nnpear, To reap down the fields, both the wheat and the tares. 3 But hear the sad cry that ascends to the sky, Of those in distress and have no where to fly; They call for the rocks and mountains to fall On their naked souls to hide them withal. 4 'Twill all be in vain — the mountains will flee; The rocks fly like hail-stones and shall no more be. The earth, it will quake, and the seas shall retire, And the solid world will all be on fire, 5 But hear the kind Judge, in those dread alarms; "First gather my saints — bring them to my arms, That the seven last plagues may be pour'd out on those Who have blasphemed my name, and my saints have opposed." 6 Then O, wretched mortals, look up and espy The glorious Redeemer marching through the •sky, In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, With a guard of bright angels attending him down. 350 THE HARP 7 Come hither, ye nations, your sentence receivel No longer my Spirit shall strive and be grieved, For my sentence is right, my judgment is just; Corne hither ye blest — but depart all yecurs'd. 8 Now farewell ! I leave you to ponder your way; May God seal instruction to what I now say., That our souls at God" s throne may be pour'd out in prayer, That we be prepared to meet Christ in the air. 265. Christ Precious. J OOW precious is the nsimt'! Brethren, sing — brethren eing; How precious is the name — brethren sing How precious is the name Of Christ, our Paschal Lamb; Who bore our sin and shame On the tree, on the tree. Who bore our sin and shame on the tree. 2 I've given all for Christ, He 's my all — He 's my all. I 've given all for Christ, He 's my all. I 've given all for Christ, And my spirit cannot rest, Unless He 's in my breast, Reigning there— reigning there. Pnlcsfc He's in my breast, reigning there. THE HARP 351 3 His easy yoke I'll bear With delight— with delight; His easy yoke I'll bear with delight. His easy yoke I'll bear, And his cross I will not fear; His name I will declare Evermore, evermore. His name I will declare, evermore. 4 I feel the love of God In my soul— in my soul; I feel the love of God in my soul. I feel the love of God, In my heart 'tis shed abroad, And I will serve my God Here below— here below. And I will serve my God here below. ^66. The Authors Desire. BY REV. CHESTER V. AI>GATE. 1 |^|FT has my youthful mind been led Some foreign region for to tread, The past expanse I would explore, From western Isles to Ganges' shore. 2 I 'H see the once most Christian ground- Where first the gospel's trump did soui I'd see the now demolished mfoss, The scant remains of polished Greece. 3 The place where thousands once did dwei Has now become the hermit's cell: 352 T H E HARP. A shepherd here and there resides, With serpents, moles, and fealher'd tribes. 4 I then would see the Egyptian plains, Once occupied by frugal swains. I there would pause and view awhile, The flowing of the River Nile. 5 From thence I'd see old Jordan's flood, Where Israel knew their Savior God; Where John baptized, a numerous host, And circumcision's seal was lost. 6 To Gethsem'ne's garden I then would go, Where blood and tears for me did flow; That consecrated place I'd see, Where Jesus kneel'd and pray'd for me. 7 Then Calvary's skully mount I'd see Where Savior Jesus died for me; I'd view the place where once he stood, And drop a tear where he dropp'd blood. 267. The Chariot. P]PHE Chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord comelh down in the pomp of his ire! Lo! self moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud, And the heavens with the burden of God-head are bowed. 2 The Glory! the Glory! around him are pour'd; Mighty frosts of the angels that wait on the I ord, Q*3 T II K H A_R_P_.__ ' - \nd the'crlorified'siiiHs'and the maru rs are there, 'And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear. 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all Lo! the depths of the stone-covefd charnel are stirred; From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, All the vast generations of man are come forth. 1 The Judgment! the Judgment! the thrones are all set, Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met : There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 5 O, Mercy! O, Mercy! look down from above, Great Creator, on us thy sad children, in love; When beneath, to their darkness the wicked are driven, May our justified souls.find a mansions heaven. 2G8. The Fountain of Life. 1 T vTHAT peace and .what comfort, what joy, * and what love Once flowed in abundance, in streams from above; Refresh'd every moment the first happy pair, But sin stopped the current, and brought in despair. 354 THE HARP 2 Then see what deep anguish, what sorrow and pain,' They seek for the fountain, but seek it in vain: To sin's bitter waters they fly for relief, They drink, but the draught still increases their grief. 3 Glad tidings! glad tidings! no longer complain, Our Savior has opened this fountain again; 'Tis mingled with mercy, enriched with free grace, From Zion 'tis flowing on all the lost race. 4 How happy the Prophet, how pleasant the road, When led down the stream by the ano-el of God: Though shallow at first, yet he found it at last A river so boundless it could not be pass'd. 5 O sinner, poor sinner, 'tis boundless, 'tis free. You're welcome — take freely, 'twas opened for thee; The Spirit invites you, the Bride calls you, too, Go call all your neighbors, they're welcome with you. 6 Say not, "I'm a sinner, and must not- partake;" For that very reason, the Lord bids you take. Say not, "too unworthy, the vilest of all," For such, not the righteous, the Lord came to call. THE HARP. 355 7 Now, Christians, let us travel along down the stream, The shallows are pleasant, but O, let us swim; Let us bathe in the ocean of infinite love, Let us wash, and be pure as the angels above. 269. Ashamed of Jesus. 1 TESUS! and shall it ever be, A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days'? 2 Asham'd of Jesus! — sooner far Let evening blush to own a star: He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! — just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! — that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend? No! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Ashamed of Jesus!- -yes I may, When I've no guilt to wash away — No tear to wipe — no good to crave — No frar to quell— -no soul to save. 356 T H E II A R p. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain- Till then I boast a Savior slain! And Oh, may this my glory he, That Christ is not ashamed of me! 270. Fiee Grace. HP HE voice of free grace cries escape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race Christ has open'd a foun- tain; For sin and transgression and every pollution, His blood it flows freely in streams of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who has purchased our pardon! We'll piaise him again, When we pass over Jordan. 2 That fountain so clear in which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side flows— a plenteous redemption; Though your sins were increased as high as a mountain, His blood flows most freely, O come to the foun- tain! Hallelujah, &c. 3 O Jesus! ride on, thy kingdom is glorious, Over sin, death and hell thou will make us vic- torious; Thy name shall be praised in the great congre- gation* THE II ART. And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation. Ilalleiujih, &c I When on 2i jii we stand, having gained the blest shore, With onr harps in our hands we'll praise hint- evermore; We'll range the blest fields on Lac banks of the river, And sing hallelujah forever and ever. Hallelujah, &c. 271. DROM the realms where the day, its first dawn- ing extends, The sun of the gospel in glory descends; Ye forests attend while your children combine In accents unusual, in transports divine; Involved in uncertainty, darkness and death* The clouds of destruction hung over our earth, Till yon rising splendor enlightened onr way, And pointed our steps to the regions of day. 2 A council on high has been held to inquire For help for mankind; and peace kindled the fire; Provision was found for the nations distressed, And with its rich bounty all lands shall be bless'd; The chain of salvation let down from above, Cemented by justice, and lightened by love, The safety of hope, the conductor of grace, heaven and earth in its mightv emfcrace. 358 THE HARP 3 On high, see our Jesus, the penitent's friend, With banners of mercy compassionate bend, Entreating the wretched, rebellious and vile, From ruin to flee, and repose in his smilos The Prince of salvation is coining! prepare A way in the desert his name to declare; He comes to relieve you from sins and from woes, And bid this dark wilderness bud like the rose. 4 His fame shall extend from the east to the west, Compose all the tumult, of nature to re?t; The Sun uf the Gospel illumine the skies, And ages on ages of happiness rise; The brute-hearted temper of man shall grow tame, The wolf and the lion lie down with the iamb; The bear and the kine shall contentedly reed r While children their young ones in harmony lead. 5 The serpent shall dart all his venom in vain, The wolf and the lion lie down with the lamb; The infant shall play on the hole of the asp, And smiling, the folds of the cockatrice grasp; No more shall the sound of the war whoop be heard, The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear'd; The tomahawk buried shall rest in the ground, While peace and good will to the nations abound. 6 All spirits of war to the Gospel shall bow, The bow lie unstrung at the tail of the plough, THE HARP To prune the young orchard the spear shall be bent, And Love greet the world with a smile of con- tent; Slight tinctures of skin shall no longer engage The fervor of jealousy, murder and rage; The white men and red shall in friendship be joined, Wide spreading benevolence over mankind. 7 Hail, scenes of felicity, transport and joy! Where sin and vexation no more shall annoy; Rich blessings of grace from above shall begiv'n, And life only serve as a passage to Heaven. Roll forward, dear Savior, roll forward the day, When all shall submit and rejoice in thy sway, When white men and Indians united in praise, One vast hallelujah triumphant shall raise, 272. The Confidence of Saints. I TYOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say, than to you he hath said, Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled? "In every condition, in sickness or health, In poverty's vale, or abounding wealth, At home, or abroad, on the land or the sep, 360 T HE HARP As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever bo. 3 Fear not, I am with thee, O he not dismay'd, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubies to bless. And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 5 When thro' firey trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6 E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal unchangeable love ; And then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 7 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never—no never — no never forsake."