F-46.10: >4< FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Sectloa S&58 '*\ Songs f®*±\. ^JUN 7 1935 Supplement to the Hymn-book ftjcthobist (tgiscopl Church, .South. Sing praises to God, sing praises.— Ps. xlvii. 6. There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion. — Miltos. Revised and Enlarged Edition. COMPILED BY THOS. O. SUMMERS, D.D. Nashville, Tzx>". : PUBLISHED BY A. H. BEDFORD, Agent, FOE THE M. E. CHURCH. SOUTH. 1874. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by A. H. REDFORD, Agent, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Wash- ington. PREFACE. In compiling the Hymn-book of the Methodist Episcopal Churc^i, South, a number of hymns were excluded which would have been admitted, had there been room. Many of these are admirable productions, and are well adapted to do good serv- ice for the Church. Having been repeatedly re- quested to compile a volume of such pious 'effu- sions, we have, with no small labor, prepared such a collection. It is hoped it may not be considered unworthy of the rank assigned it, as a Supplement to our Connectional Hymn-book, which has been pronounced, by competent judges, superior to any compilation extant. As that work has a sufficient fullness and variety, especially for all occasions of public worship, it must not be superseded by the present volume, which is assigned a subordinate rank. Of course, none of the hymns of the former volume are to be found in this.. Some of the hymns are original, and others have never been published in this country. A _. variety of meters will be found in this book, per- haps, than in an}" other — the pieces in many cases being adapted to beautiful and popular tunes. A book containing music proper for all the hymns in both collections is to be issued as soon as conven- ient. Considerable pains have been taken to as- certain the authors of the hymns; and their pro- ductions are presented in the form in which they were composed, except where pregnant reasons demanded an alteration. Great attention has been Eaid to the arrangement of the hymns, which it is oped will prove" satisfactory. As many of them could not be conveniently arranged in specific de- partments, they have been placed in a distinct sec- tion; and to increase the facility of finding them, they are there placed in alphabetical order." In the "Miscellany" will be found, also, a number of pieces which some will consider unworthy the room they occupy: we are not responsible forthem, ex- cept as we have yielded to the urgent requests of many excellent friends who have desired their in- sertion — principally, perhaps, because of the tunes (3) 4 PREFACE. with which the3* are associated. Some of these we have abridged — some we have corrected; but the great mass of those doggerel songs, which degrade the taste without improving the piety of the relig- ious community, are excluded from this collection. We trust the work will not prove " unsatisfac- tory " to those for whom it has been prepared, not- withstanding the verdict of Dr. Johnson in regard to "devotional poetry." It seems strange to say of this species of literature that " the paucity of its topics enforces perpetual repetition." Is not the entire universe of nature, providence, and grace spread out to the adventurous flight of the sacred muse? It is stranger still to say thai "the sanctity of the matter rejects the ornaments of figurative diction." Are not the loftiest ideas of truth and holiness invested with the most gorgeous drapery in the "devotional poetry" of the Bible? Happily, however, it is not necessary to apologize for those who have consecrated their poetical "tal- ents to the worship of God and the edification of the Church, as the dogmatism of the Leviathan of English literature on'this subject is less likely to elicit admiration for its philosophy than wonder at its absurdity. The publication of this volume may contravene, to some extent, the circulation of those collections which seem to have been compiled on the principle that neither poetry nor common sense is an essen- tial element in a spiritual song. Should this result follow, it need not be deplored as a misfortune, es- pecially as such works are for the most part issued for private gain — a consideration which we need not say has no place in the present undertaking. And we may be allowed to add that whatever esti- mate we may place upon the good opinion of those who are capable of deciding'on the merits of the work, it is a matter of small moment compared with our desire to promote the welfare of man and the glory of God, by the potent and pleasing instru- mentality of the Songs of Zion. We wish they were used with greater frequency and fervor, not only in the great congregation, but also in social meetings, and in the domestic circle; and the rather, "as this rational and delightful exercise is to be a leading part of our employment throughout eternity. The Compiler. Charleston, S. C, May, 1851. PREFACE TO THE REVISED AND ENLARGED EDITION. This collection of hymns has been in use for twenty-two years. Yielding to the wishes of the lovers of sacred song in our Connection, we have added a number of beautiful pieces, some of which have been written since the earlier editions of this work were issued. Great attention has been paid to the names of authors, which will be found in the Index of the present edition. We hope the work in its improved form will meet with the approval of the Church, and be productive of much good. The CoMrii.EE. Nci&hville, Tenn., Jlai, 1873. (6) CONTENTS. Page Sec. I. — Redemption 7 II. — Invitations and Warnings 35 III. — Penitence and Prayer 60 IV. — Thanksgivings and Praise 88 V. — Graces and Virtues 116 VI. — Temptations and Trials 156 VII. — Declensions and Revivals 181 VIII.— Missions 195 IX.— Death and Eternity 207 X.— Family and Closet 251 XI. — Valedictions and Doxologies 270 XII.— Miscellany 274 HYMNS- SECTION I. BEDEMPTION. 1 L. M. God so loved the world — T^ATHER, whose everlasting love -■- Thy only Son for sinners gave ; "Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent him down the world to save; 2 Help us thy mercy to extol, Immense, unfathom'd, nnconfined ; To praise the Lamb who died for all, The general Saviour of mankind. 3 Thy undistinguishing regard Was cast on Adam's fallen race : For all thou hast in Christ prepared Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace. 4 The world he suffer'd to redeem : For ail he hath th' atonement made : For those that will not come to him, The ransom of his life was paid. 5 Why then, thou universal Love, Should any of thy grace despair ? To all, to all thy bowels move ; But straiten'd in our own we are. 6 Arise, God ! maintain thy cause ! The fulness of the Gentiles call : Lift up the standard of the cross, And all shall own thou diedst for alL 7 O REDEMPTION. 9 C. M. ~ Christ s commission. Z^IOME, happy souls, approach your God ^ With new melodious songs : Come, render to Almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry : Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offend grace : We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. 3L. M. John i. 1,2,3, 14. T^RE the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad -*-^ From everlasting was the Word : With God he was : the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. 2 By his own power were all things made : By him supported all things stand : REDEMPTION. V He is the whole creation's Head, And angels fly at his command. o But, lo! he leaves those heavenly forms: The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may converse hold with worms, Dress' d in such feeble flesh as they. 4 Mortals with joy behold his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son: How full of truth ! how full of grace ! "When through his flesh the Godhead shcne. 5 Archangels leave their high abode To learn new myst'ries here, and tell The love of our descending God. The glories of Immanuel. 4 L. M. ^ Nativity of Christ. "ty HEX Jordan hush'd his waters still, " " And silence slept on Zion's hill, — When Bethleh'm's shepherds through the night Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry night, — 2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound In distant hallelujahs stole. Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. 3 Then swift to every startled eye New streams of glory light the sky ; Heaven bursts her azure gates to pour Her spirits on the midnight hour. 4 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came ; High heaven with songs of triumph rang, While thus they struck their harps and sang. 5 Zion, lift thy raptured eye. The long-expected hour is nigh, 10 REDEMPTION. The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem conies to reign. 6 See, Mercy from her golden urn Pours a rich stream to them that mourn . Behold ! she binds with tender care The bleeding bosom of despair. 7 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his hosts depart : Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom. 8 Zion, lift thy raptured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh, The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. The new-born King. A NGELS ! from the realms of glory, ■"■ Wing your flight o'er all the earth, Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship — Worship Christ, the new-born King. 2 Shepherds ! in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night ; God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant light. 3 Sages ! leave your contemplations ; Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the Great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen his natal star. 4 Saints ! before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear. REDEMPTION. 11 5 Siuners ! wrung with true repentance, Doom'd for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you — break your chains. 6 IIS. [Measure of the original.] Adeste, fideles. TTITHER, ye faithful, adoring, triumphant, -*•-*- Come, come, and your off 'ring to Beth- lehem bring : Lo ! He is born who is monarch of angels : come, let us worship the sovereign King. 2 He is the God of God, Light of Light, own him, Though he from the womb of the Virgin doth spring ; He is the true God, not made but begotten : come, let us worship the sovereign King. 3 Xow the glad chorus of angels is singing, how the great palace celestial doth ring ! Let there be glory to God in the highest : come, let us worship the sovereign King. 4 Jesus, because of thy birth we extol thee, This day shall thy people their offerings bring : Word of the Father, eternal, incarnate : come, let us worship the sovereign King, 7 11, 10, 11, 10. Adeste, fideles. TTITHER, ye faithful, haste with songs of -*"■- triumph, To Bethleh'm go, the Lord of life to meet : To you this day is born a Prince and Saviour : come, and let us worship at his feet. 12 REDEMPTION. 2 Jesus, for such wondrous condescension, Our praise and rev'rence are an offering meet : Now is the Word made flesh, and dwells among us : come, and let us worship at his feet. 8 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels, Let the celestial courts his praise repeat : Unto our God be glory in the highest : come, and let us worship at his feet. 8 8, 7, 8, 7. The incarnation. |_| ARE ! what mean those holy voices, ■*-*" Sweetly sounding through the skies ! Lo ! th' angelic host^rejoices, Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story "Which they chant in hymns of joy: Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high ! 3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found: Souls redeem' d and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed, Heaven and earth his praises sing: ! receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him, Learn his name and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high ! REDEMPTION. 13 6 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth : Spread the brightness of his glory Till it cover all the earth. 9 C. M. Isa. ix. 2 — 7. rTHE race that long in darkness pined -*- Have seen a glorious light ; The people now behold the dawn. Who dwelt in death and night. 2 To hail thy rising. Sun of life ! The gathering nations come, Joyous as when the reapers bear Their harvest treasures home. 3 For thou our burden hast removed ; Th' oppressor's reign is broke : Thy fiery conflict with the foe Has burst his cruel yoke. 4 To us the promised child is born ; To us the Son is given : Him shall the tribes of earth obey, And all the hosts of heaven. 5 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For ever more adored — The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty God and Lord. G His power, increasing still, shall spread, His reign no end shall know : Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 1 o L - "■ - 1 - v Transfiguration of Christ. C\^ Tabor's top the Saviour stands, " His alter'd face resplendent shines; 14 REDEMPTION. And, while he elevates his hands, Lo ! glory marks its gentle lines. 2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait Upon their suffering Prince below ; But, while they worship at his feet, They talk of fast-approaching wo. o Amid the lustre of the scene, To Calvary he turns his eyes, And, with submission all serene, He marks the future tempest rise. 4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer, Where all his beaming glories shine ; And, gazing on his brightness there, Our woes forget in joys divine. 5 that, on yonder heavenly hills, Where now the risen Saviour stands, And peace, like softest dew, distils, I too may elevate my hands ! 1 1 c M - 1 - - 1 - Jesus hasting to suffer. rPHE Saviour ! what a noble flame ■*■ Wa's kindled in his breast, When, hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest ! 2 Good-will to men and zeal for God His every thought engross : He longs to be baptized with blood ! He pants to reach the cross ! 3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew — 'Twas love that urged him on. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can ! Our hearts shall sound abroad Salvation to the dying Man, And to the rising God I REDEMPTION. 15 5 And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies. -■ o Six 7s. J-^ Gethsemane. AT ANT woes had Christ endured, ^'-*- Many sore temptations met, Patient and to pains inured ! But the sorest trial yet Was to be sustain'd in thee, Gloomy, sad Gethsemane ! 2 There my God bore all my guilt : This, through grace, can be believed ! But the torments which he felt Are too vast to be conceived: None can penetrate through thee, Doleful, dark Gethsemane ! 3 All my sins against my God — All my sins against his laws — All my sins against his blood — All my sins against his cause : — Sins as boundless as the sea ! Hide me, Gethsemane ! 4 Here's my claim, and here alone None a Saviour more can need : Deeds of righteousness I've none, Not a work that I can plead : Not a glimpse of hope for me, Only in Gethsemane ! I O .8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8. -*- & Christ's agony. TTE knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, ■*-*- When but his Father's eye Look'd through the lonely garden's shade On that dread agony : 16 REDEMPTION. The Lord of all above, beneath, Was bow'd with sorrow unto death. 2 The sun set in a fearful hour, The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him '. That He who gave man's breath might knoif The very depths of human wo. 3 He proved them all: the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All darken' d round his head : And the Deliverer knelt to pray : Yet pass'd it not, that cup, away. 4 It pass'd not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread : It pass'd not. though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead. But there was sent Him, from on high, A gift of strength for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay ? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way ? How, but through Him. that path who trod ? Save, or we perish, Son of God ! 14 L. M. The crucifixion. STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark ! his expiring groans* arise : See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from every bleeding wound ; REDEMPTION. 17 The vital stream — how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes' ! 3 Can I survey this scene of wo, Where mingling grief and wonder flow, — And yet my heart unmoved remain, Insensible to love, or pain ? 4 Come, blessed Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart! Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief and ardent love. -| pr 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. -*- ** It is finished. TTARK ! the voice of love and mercy -*•-*- Sounds aloud from Calvary ! See. it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! It is finish'd! — Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 2 It is finished! — what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. It is finish' d ! — Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law ! Finish'd all that God had promised : Death and hell no more shall awe. It is finish'd ! — Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme : All in earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name. Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lam: ! 18 REDEMPTION. lfi CM. j_ \j f ne offering and the priest. rpHE true Messiah now appears, -*- The types are all withdrawn ; So fly the shadows and the stars Before the rising dawn. 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Nor kid, nor bullock slain : Incense and spice of costly names Would all be burnt in vain. 3 Aaron must lay his robes away, His mitre and his vest, When God himself comes down to be The off 'ring and the priest. 4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of his love : For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 " Father," (he cries,) " forgive their sins, " For I myself have died ;" And then he shows his open veins, And pleads his wounded side. 1 h O. M. -L • The atonement. TN vain we seek for peace with God -*- By methods of our own : Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood Can bring us near the throne. 2 The threat'nings of thy broken law Impress our souls with dread : If God his sword of vengeance draw, It strikes our spirits dead. 3 But thine illustrious sacrifice Hath answered these demands, REDEMPTION. 19 And peace and pardon from the skies Come down by Jesus' hands. 4 Here all the ancient types agree, — The altar and the lamb ; And prophets in their visions see Salvation through his name. 5 'Tis by thy death we live, Lord: ? Tis on thy cross we rest: For ever be thy love adored, Thy name for ever blest. 18 C. M. Salvation promised and accomplished. TTEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, -*-* And speak some boundless thing, The mighty works or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad : Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 Proclaim -salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men: r; His hand has writ the sacred word "With an immortal pen. 4 Engraved as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines : Nor can the powers of darkness rase Those everlasting lines. 5 His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies : The voice that rolls the stars arong Speaks all the promises 20 REDEMPTION. 6 might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, " Thou art mine!" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. "I (\ 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. ■*■ & The Fountain of life. TTAIL, everlasting Spring ! -*--*- Celestial Fountain, hail ! Thy streams salvation bring, The waters never fail : Still they endure, And still they flow, For all our wo A sovereign cure. 2 Blest be his wounded side, And blest his bleeding heart, Who all in anguish died, Such favours to impart : His sacred blood Shall make us clean From every sin — And fit for God. 3 To that dear source of love Our souls this day would come ; And thither from above, Lord, call the nations home ; That Jew and Greek, With rapt'rous songs, On all their tongues, Thy praise may speak. 20 c - M ^ v The dying Saviour. rpHE Saviour ! what endless charms -*- Dwell in the blissful sound ! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels lost in sin, And doom'd to endless wo. REDEMPTION. 21 3 the rich depths of love divine, Of bliss, a boundless store ! Dear Saviour, let ine call thee mine ! 1 cannot wish for more. 4 On thee alone my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall ! My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all. OT 6,6,6,6,7,7. ** -*- I sing of Calvary. T^kOWX from the willow bough -*-^ My slumbering harp I'll take, And bid its silent strings To heavenly themes awake. Peaceful let its breathings be, Soft and soothing harmony. 2 Love, love divine, I sing : for a seraph's lyre, Bathed in Siloa's stream, And touch'd with living fire : Lofty, pure the strain should be, "When I sing of Calvary. 3 Love, love on earth appears : The wretched throng his way : He beareth all their griefs, And wipes their tears away : Soft and sweet the strain should be, Saviour, when I sing of thee. 4 He saw me as he pass'd, In hopeless sorrow lie, Condemned and doom'd to death, And no salvation nigh. Loud and long the strain should be, When I sing his love to me. 22 REDEMPTION. 5 " I die for thee," he said : Behold the cross arise ! And lo ! he bows his head, He bows his head and dies ! Soft, my harp, thy breathings be: Let me weep on Calvary. 6 He lives ! again he lives ! I hear the voice of Love : He comes to soothe my fears, And draw my soul above. Joyful now the strain shall be, When I sing of Calvary. 99 8,6,8,6,8,8. ^^ Resurrection of Christ. TTOW calm and beautiful the morn -*-*- That gilds the sacred tomb, Where once the Crucified was borne, And veil'd in midnight gloom ! weep no more the Saviour slain : The Lord is risen — He lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord. " Behold the place ! — He is not here," The tomb is all unbarr'd : The gates of death were closed in vain: The Lord is risen — He lives again. 3 How tranquil now the rising day ! 'Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord to chase away Your unbelieving fears : weep no more your comforts slain : The Lord is risen — He lives again. 4 And when the shades of evening fall, When life's last hour draws nigh, REDEMPTION. 23 [f Jesus shines apon the bohI, He w blissful then to die ! Since he has risen who once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. 90 78. mm *-* Resurrection of Christ. T ! the stone is roll'd away : -*-* Death yields up his mighty prey : Jesus, rising from the tomb. Scatters all its fearful gloom. 2 Praise him. ye celestial choirs. Praise, and sweep your golden lyres I Praise him in the noblest songs. From ten thousand thousand tongues. 3 Every note with rapture swell. And the Saviour's triumph tell: Where, death ! is now thy sting ? Where. thy terrors, vanquished king? 4 Let Immanuel be adored, Ransom. Mediator. Lord ! To creation's utmost bound Let th' eternal praise resound. 9 , C. M. ~^ E Resurrection or Christ. \ GAIN the Lord of life and light -^ Awakes the kindling ray. Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 what a night was that which wrapp'd The heathen world in gloom ! what a Sun which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 Not long the toils of hell could keep The hope of Judah's line : 24 REDEMPTION. Corruption never could take hold On aught so much divine. 4 And now his conquering chariot-wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; While broke, beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. 5 To thee, my Saviour and my King, Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepared like thee to die, With thee that I may live. 25 6s. Resurrection of Christ. O IXG praise : the tomb is void ^ Where the Redeemer lay ! Sing of our bonds destroy'd, Our darkness turn'd to day ! 2 Weep for your dead no more : Friends, be of joyful cheer ! Our Star moves on before, Our narrow path shines clear. 3 He who so patiently The crown of thorns did wear — He hath gone up on high : Our hope is with him there. 4 Now is his truth reveal'd, His majesty and might : The grave has been unseal' d — Christ is our life and light. 5 He who for men did weep, Suffer, and bleed, and die — First-fruits of them that sleep — Christ has gone up on high. REDEMPTION. 25 6 His victory hath destroy'd The shafts that once could slay : Sing praise ! the tomb is void Where the Redeemer lay. 2fi L ' M ^^J Intercession of Christ. TTE lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! -*-•*- What joy the blest assurance gives! And now, before his Father God, He pleads the merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice arnrd with frowns appears; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts ! Above our fears, above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart — That Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend! On thee our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail, For thou dost plead, and must prevail. o- 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. ~* * Intercession of Christ. /^OMIXG through our great High-Priest, ^ We find a pardoning God : Jesus' Spirit in our breast Bears witness with his blood — Speaks our Father pacified Tow'rd every soul that Christ receives, — 26 REDEMPTION. Teils us, once our Surety died, And now for ever lives. 2 Christ for ever lives to pray For all that trust in him*-. 1 my soul on Jesus stay, Almighty to redeem : He shall purify my heart, Who in his blood forgiveness have, All his hallowing power exert, And to the utmost save. 8 Basis of our steadfast hope, Saviour, thy ceaseless prayer Sanctifies and lifts us up To meet thee in the air : Yes, thine interceding grace Preserves us every moment thine, Till we rise to see thy face, And share the throne divine. *^Q Christ ascending and reigning. — Ps. xlvii. f\ FOR a shout of sacred joy ^ To God, the sovereign King ! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high : His heavenly guards around Attend him, rising through the sky, With trumpets' joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their Kingj Let mortals learn their strains : Let all the earth his honours sing : O'er all the earth he reigns. 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, REDEMPTION. 27 Nor mock him -with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. o In Israel stood his ancient throne, He loved that chosen race ; But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace. 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known : While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne. ^* *J Angete miniaturing to Christ. "DEYOXD the glittering, starry sky, ■*-* Which God's right hand sustains, There, in the boundless worlds of light, Our great Redeemer reigns. 2 The hosts of angels, strong and fair, In countless armies shine : At his right hand, with golden harps, They offer songs divine. 3 And when he stoop'd on earth to dwell, And suffer rude disdain, They cast their honours at his feet, And waited in his train. 4 In all his toils and conflicts here Their Sovereign they attend, And pause, 'and wonder how, at last, This scene of love will end. 5 When all the powers of hell combined To fill his cup of wo, Their wondering eyes beheld his tears In blood and anguish flow. 8 As on the torturing cross he hung, And darkness veil'd the sky, M^ 28 REDEMPTION. Amazed, they saw that awful sight — The Lord of glory die. 7 They saw him break the bars of death, Which none e'er broke before, And rise in conquering majesty, To stoop to death no more. 8 They brought his chariot from the skies, To bear him to his throne, Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cried, " The glorious work is done !" OA 6,6,8,6,6,8. Messiah's reign. \Y heart and voice I raise To spread Messiah's praise ; Messiah's praise let all repeat; The universal Lord, By whose almighty word Creation rose in form complete. 2 A servant's form he wore, And in his body bore Our dreadful curse on Calvary : He like a victim stood, And pour'd his sacred blood To set the guilty captives free. 3 But soon the victor rose Triumphant o'er his foes, And led the vanquish'd host in chains : He threw their empire down, His foes compell'd to own, ' O'er all the great Messiah reigns. 4 With mercy's mildest grace, He governs all our race In wisdom, righteousness, and love : Who to Messiah fly Shall find redemption nigh, And all his great salvation prove. REDEMPTION. 29 5 Hail, Saviour. Prince of Peace ! Thy kingdom shall increase, Till alldie world thy glory see ; And righteousness abound, As the great deep profound, And fill the earth with purity ! Ql L : M - ** - 1 - Christ's second advent. THE Lord shall come 1 the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake, And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord shall come ! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent lamb to slaughter led. The bruised, the suifering, and the dead. 3 The Lord shall come ! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame and robe of storm : On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Appointed Judge of human kind. 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway. By power oppress' d. and mocked by pride — God ! is this the crucified ? 5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain ! Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy — the Lord is come. 32 C. M. John xiv. 6. rpHOU art the way: to thee alone -*- From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 30 REDEMPTION. 2 Thou art the truth : thy word alone True wisdom can impart: Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the life : the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life : Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. && 1 Cor. i. 30. "OURIED in shadows of the night *-* We lie till Christ restores the light : Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind. 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears Till his atoning blood appears, Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, the Lord our Righteousness. 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean : Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains : He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness : Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, Lord, to thee. 34 REDEMPTION. 31 Prophet, Priest, and King. pHRIST, the true anointed Seer, ^ Messenger from the Most High, Thy prophetic character To my conscience signify : Signify thy Father's will, By that unction from above, Mysteries of grace reveal, Teach my heart that God is love. 2 Thou who didst for all atone, Dost for all incessant pray, Make thy priestly office known, Take my cancelled sin away : Let me peace with God regain, Righteousness from thee receive ; Through thy meritorious pain, Through thy intercession, live. 3 Sovereign, universal King, Every faithful soul's desire, Into me thy kingdom bring, With thy Spirit me inspire : From mine inbred foes release, Here erect thy gracious throne : King of righteousness and peace, Reign in every heart alone. 4 that all were taught of God, All anointed by thy grace. Kings and priests redeem'd with blood, Born again to sound thy praise : An elect, peculiar seed, Offspring of the Deity, Christians both in name and deed, One, entirely one with thee ! 32 REDEMPTION. 0£ 8,6,8,4. *J*J The Comforter promised. ^~\TR bless'd Redeemer, ere he breathed ^ His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed With us to dwell. 2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue : All powerful as the wind he came, As viewless too. 3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. 4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breeze of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. 5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see : make our hearts thy dwelling-place, And worthier thee. oa *>■ M- " " Operations of the Holy Ghost. INTERNAL Spirit ! we confess ■" And sing the wonders of thy grace : Thy power conveys our blessings down From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlighten'd by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day: REDEMPTION. 33 Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge too. 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin, Do our imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice, Thy cheering words awake our joys : Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind. *-> ' Work of the Spirit. I^OME, blessed Spirit, source of light, Whose power and grace are uiiconfineu, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy words reveal : Cause me to run the heavenly way, Make me delight to do thy will. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below. And excellence of things above. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray. Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad. To show the dangers of the way. And guide my feeble steps to God- 38 L. M. Work of the Spirit. /^OME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, ^ With light and comfort from above : Be thou our guardian — thou our guide ' O'er every thought and step preside. 34 REDEMPTION. 2 To us the light of truth display. And make us know and choose thy way . Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road Which we must take to dwell with God : Lead us to Christ — the living way ; Nor let us from his pastures stray. 1 Lead us to God — our final rest, To be with him for ever blest : Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — Fulness of joy for ever there. 39 C. M. Rom. viii. 11. \XTHY should our mourning thoughts delight * " To grovel in the dust ? Or why should streams of tears unite Around th' expiring just ? 2 Did not the Lord our Saviour die, And triumph o'er the grave? Did not our Lord ascend on high, And prove his power to save ? 3 Doth not the sacred Spirit come, And dwell in all the saints ? And should the temples of his grace Resound with long complaints ? 4 The Spirit raised my Saviour up, When he had bled for me ; And, spite of death and hell, shall raise Thy pious friends and thee. 5 Awake, ye saints, that dwell in dust. Your hymns of victory sing ; And let his dying servants trust Their ever-living King. 40 INVITATIONS. 35 SECTION II. INVITATIONS AND WARNINGS. L. M. The gospel. 'T'HIS is the word of truth and love, -*- Sent to the nations from above : Jehovah here resolves to show What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind : This sovereign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruin'd creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive : Sinners obey the voice and live : Dry bones are raised and clothed afresh, And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 4 "Where Satan reign'd in shades of night, The gospel strikes a heavenly light : Our lusts its wondrous power controls, And calms the rage of angry souls. 5 Lions, and beasts of savage name, Put on the nature of the lamb ; While the wide world esteem it strange, Gaze, and admire, and hate the change. 6 May but this grace my heart renew. Let sinners gaze and hate me too : The word that saves me does engage A sure defence from all their rage. 36 INVITATIONS 41 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6. The great Physician. XT OW lost was my condition, -*--*- Till Jesus made me whole I There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul ! — The worst of all diseases Is light, compared with sin : On every part it seizes, But rages most within. 2 From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain ; But this proved more distressing, And added to my pain. Some said that nothing ail'd me, Some gave me up for lost, Thus, every refuge fail'd me, And all my hopes were cross'd. 3 At length this great Physician- How matchless is his grace! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case : Next door to death he found me, And snatch'd me from the grav©. To tell to all around me, His wondrous power to save. 4 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death. Come, then, to this Physician His help he'll freely give : He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only — look, and live. AND WARNINGS. 37 42 Bartimeiis. "YTERCY, thou Son of David ! -*-'-*• Thus blind Bartimeiis pray'd ; Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid : Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live ; But he ask'd and Jesus granted Alms, which none but he could give : Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let my eyes behold the day : Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. 3 methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around : " Friends, is not my case amazing ? AVhat a Saviour I have found ! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me ! Surely, would they hasten to him, He would cause them all to see." ^^ The gospel feast. CX$ Sion, his most holy mount, " God will a feast prepare, And Israel's sons and Gentile lands Shall in the banquet share. 2 Marrow and fatness are the food His bounteous hand bestows ; 38 INVITATIONS Wine on the lees, and well-refined, In rich abundance flows. 3 See, to the vilest of the vile A free acceptance given ! See rebels, by adopting grace, Sit with the heirs of heaven ! 4 The pain'd, the sick, the dying, now To ease and health restored, With eager appetites partake The plenties of the board. 5 But what draughts of bliss unknown, What dainties shall be given, When, with the myriads round the throne, We join the feast of heaven! 6 There joys immeasurably high Shall overflow the soul, And springs of life, that never dry, In thousand channels roll. U 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. Yet there is room. A^£ dying sons of men, -*■ Immerged in sin and wo, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you : Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 2 No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses irame : He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame : All things are ready, sinner, come, For every trembling soul there's room. 3 Believe the heavenly word His messengers proclaim : AND WARNINGS. 39 He is a gracious Lord, And faithful is his name : Backsliding souls, return and come: Cast off despair, there yet is room. 4 Compell'd by bleeding Ioto, Ye wandering souls, draw near : Christ calls you from above. His charming accents hearl Let whosoever will, now come : In mercy's breast there still is room. 45 8, 7, 8, 7. 7. 7. A ft f^lOME to Calvary's holy mountain. ^ Sinners ruin'd by the fall. Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to cleanse the guilty - In a full, perpetual tide. Open'd when the Saviour died. 2 Come in sorrow and contrition. Wounded, impotent, and blind ; Here the guilty seek remission, Here the lost a refuge find : Health this fountain will re-: He that drinks shall thirst no more. 3 Come, ye dying, live for ever : 'Tis a soul-reviving flood: God is faithful, he will never Break his covenant, seal'd in blood, Sign'd. -when our Redeemer died, Seal'd, when he was glorified. 46 A C. M. The living waters. T Jacob's well a stranger sought His drooping frame to cheer : 40 INVITATIONS Samaria's daughter little thought That Jacob's God was near. 2 This had she known, her fainting mind For richer draughts had sigh'd ; Nor had Messiah, ever kind, Those richer draughts denied. 3 The man, who came on earth to die, How few appear to know ! The friend of sinners, passing by, Is still esteem'd a foe. 4 The sinner must the stranger know, Or soon his loss deplore : Behold ! the living waters flow : Come — drink, and thirst no more. ah 10, 11, 10, 11. ^"- • The atonement exhibited. A LL ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh, -^ To vou is it nothing that Jesus should die ? Your ransom and peace, Your surety he is, Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. 2 He answer' d for all, come at his call, And low at his feet with astonishment fall ; Ye all may receive The peace he did leave, Who made intercession, "My Father, for- give!" 3 For you and for me, He pray'd on the tree, The prayer is accepted — the sinner is free : The sinner am I, Who on Jesus rely, And come for the pardon God cannot deny. 4 My pardon I claim, For a sinner I am, A sinner believing in Jesus's name : His death is my plea — My Advocate see, And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me AND WARNINGS. 41 ^O The voice of free grace. T^HE voice of free grace cries, "Escape tc -■' the mountain !" For Adam's lost race, Christ hath open'd a fountain : For sin and uncleanness, and every trans- gression, His blood flows so freely in streams of salva- tion. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon. We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to Jesus repair, Now he calls you in mercy — and can you for- bear ? Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain. His blood can remove them — it flows from the fountain. 3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious. O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious : To him we will join with the great congre- gation, And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation 4 "With joy shall we stand, when escaped tc the shore : With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more : We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever. 42 INVITATIONS *-*J The Saviour's call. i^OME ! said Jesus' sacred voice, ^ Come, and make my paths your choice : 1 will guide you to your home, Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roam'd the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 3 Ye, who toss'd on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain : Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise : 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care — Who the stings of guilt can bear ! 5 Sinner, come ! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure KA LM " «J U Matt xi. 28-30. " f^OME hither, all ye weary souls, ^ Ye heavy-laden sinners, come : I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 " They shall find rest who learn of me : I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 3 " Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight: AXD WARNINGS. 43 My yoke is easy to the neck. My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command : "With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand. To mould and guide us at thy will. *~* -*- The call oj grace. i^iOME. weary souls, with sins distrest, ^ Come, and accept the promised rest : The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, come and spread your woes abroad : Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes, Pardon and life, and endless peace : How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart : We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice. ^ w En co urag rag pro m ises piLGEIM. burden'd with thy sin, ■■- Haste to Zion's gate to-day : There, till mercy let thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray. Knock — for mercy lends an ear : Weep — she marks the sinner's sigh : Watch — till heavenly light appear : Pray — .she hears the mourner's cry. 44 INVITATIONS 2 Mourning pilgrim ! what for thee In this world can now remain ? Seek that world from which shall flee Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain. Sorrow shall for ever fly : Shame shall never enter there : Tears be wiped from every eye : Pain in endless bliss expire. r r> Six 8s. ^ *-* Peace, troubled soul. "DEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive -*- moan Hath taught the rocks the notes of wo : Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow : Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd, Unburden here thy weighty load : Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God : Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious word ! For ever love and praise the Lord. ^ a 10, 10, 8, 10. V^fc Come to-day. i^HILD of sin and sorrow, Fill'd with dis- ^ may, Wait not for to-morrow, Yield thee to-day ; Heaven bids thee come, While yet there's room ; Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. 2 Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die ? Come, while thou canst borrow Help from on high : AXD WARNINGS. 45 Grieve not that love. Which from .above — Child of sin and sorrow — Would bring thee nigh. S. H. *J *J The accepted time. "V"0"W is th' accepted time, -**' Now is the day of grace : Now, sinners, come without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day : To-morrow it may be too late, Then why should you delay ? 3 Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come ; And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thy love , Then will the angels clap their wings., And bear the news above. rn Hi 10,11,10. ** " Invitation to the young. /^OME, youthful sinners, come, haste to the ^ Saviour : Come, ye young wanderers, cling to his side; Kneel at his mercy-seat, sue for his favour. Lambs of his bosom, for whom he hath died. 2 Come to his temple-gate, come in life's morning : Give up your souls to the Guide of your youth : How fair is grace, the young bosom adorning ! What robe so pure as the raiment of truth S 46 INVITATIONS 3 Can you find pleasure in pathways unholy ? Hope ye for wisdom in wandering from God ? Sorrow and shame wait the votaries of folly : Earth has no comfort not found in hit blood. 4 Has he not died for you ? look to Moriah : There see the tokens of sorrow and love. Lives he not now for you ? Jesus the Saviour Bled and ascended to crown you above. ~ 7 S. It *-* • 1 Chron. xxviii. 9. MY son, know thou the Lord, Thy fathers God obey : Seek his protecting care by night, His guardian hand by day. 2 Call, while he may be found, And seek him while he's near : Serve him with all thy heart and mind, And worship him with fear. 3 If thou wilt seek his face, His ear will hear thy cry : Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, His grace for ever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God, Xor choose the path to heaven, Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, And never be forgiven. 58 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, b, 7, 6. Go, thou, in life's fair morning. C^ O, thou, in life's fair morning, ^" Go in the bloom of youth, And buy, for thy adorning, The precious pearl of truth. AND WARNINGS. 47 Secure this heavenly treasure, And bind it on thy heart, And let not worldly pleasure E'er cause it to depart. 2 Go, while the day-star shineth, Go, while thy heart is light, Go, ere thy strength declineth, While every sense is bright : Sell all thou hast, and buy it : "Lis worth all earthly things — Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, Sceptres, and crowns of kings. 3 Go, ere the clouds of sorrow Steal o'er the bloom of youth: Defer not till to-morrow : Go now, and buy the truth. Go seek thy great Creator, Learn early to be wise : Go, place upon his altar A morning sacrifice ! 50 L - M - ° v Feci xii. 1—7. "VTOW, in the heat of youthful blood, ^ Remember your Creator, God: Behold the months come hastening on When you shall say — My joys are gone. 2 Behold, the aged sinner goes. Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead. With endless curses on his head. 3 The dust returns to dust again : The soul, in agonies of pain, Ascends to God : not there to dwell, Bur hears her doom, and sinks to helL 48 INVITATIONS 4 Eternal King, I fear thy name! Teach me to know how frail I am ; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. GO CM - v v Seek first the kingdom. '^OW let a true ambition rise, ■^ And ardour fire our breast, To reign in worlds above the skies, In heavenly glories drest. 2 Behold Jehovah's royal hand A radiant crown display, Whose gems with vivid lustre shine, While stars and suns decay. 3 Away, each grovelling, anxious care, Beneath a Christian's thought: spring to seize immortal joys, Which your Redeemer bought. 4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm, The glorious prize pursue ; Nor fear the want of earthly good While heaven is kept in view. fil L.M. " - 1 - Wheat and tares. r THOUGH, in the outward church below, -*- The wheat and tares together grow, Jesus, ere long, will weed the crop, And pluck the tares in anger up : For soon the reaping-time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, To recollect their stations here ? How much they heard, how much they knew i How long among the wheat they grew? AND WARNINGS. 49 3 Oh, this will aggravate their case! They perish'd under means of grace : To them the word of life and faith Became an instrument of death. 4 We seem 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 — S:>rne 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 Most awful thought 1 and is it so? Must all mankind the harvest know ! Is every man a wheat or tare? Me for that harvest, Lord, prepare ! 62 L. M. Sinner weighed and found wanting. T) AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye : -" Behold God's balance lifted high ! There will his justice be display'd, And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. '2 See in one scale his perfect law : Mark with what force its precepts draw : Wouldst thou the awful test sustain ? — Thy works how light ! thy thoughts how vain i 3 Behold the hand of God appears To trace those dreadful characters : " Tekd — thy soul is wanting found, And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 50 INVITATIONS 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace : Let horror shake thy tottering knees : Through all thy thoughts let anguish roll, And deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail — Christ has a weight to turn the scale : Still does the gospel publish peace, And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy power to save : Deep on the heart these truths engrave : The ponderous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. fi O C.M. ^ " Deceitfulness of sin. O IN has a thousand treacherous arts ^ To practise on the mind, With nattering looks she tempts our hearts, But leaves a sting behind. 2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young ; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence ; But cheats the soul of heavenly things, And chains it down to sense. 4 So, on a tree divinely fair, Grew the forbidden food : Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood. 64 O C. M. Evil influence. MAN immortal, shun the doom To which your follies drive : AND WARNINGS. 53 Your vices die not at the tomb — Their curse must long survive. 2 Uncancell'd guilt, that walks abroad, And smiles when sin is near, Contagious, blights the work of God, And taints the atmosphere. 3 Not fouler stains do Indian dyes O'er virgin snow-flakes spread, Than godless hearts, in friendship's guise, O'er blasted beauty shed. 4 Rash father, pause ! your infant boy Treads closely on your heels : Your wayward paths his steps decoy — Your vice his conscience steels. 5 Vain mother, spare that darling girl ! meet your fate alone : Your prayerless life, mid fashion's whirl, Turns that young heart to stone. 6 Then live for heaven : no guilt entail Where hopes are all entomb'd : deepen not perdition's wail By ghosts your lives have doom'd. 7 Let social virtues blend their light, In galaxy divine, Till, blazing in their beauties, bright The moral heavens shine. 65 L. Iff. Isa. lvii. 20, 21. HPHEY must be as the troubled sea, -*- They cannot rest who know not thee, Whose working hearts, disturbed within, Cast up the mire of actual sin. 52 INVITATIONS 2 No peace the wicked e'er can know, While hastening to their place below; But trouble must with sin remain, Sad earnest of eternal pain. 66 S Aiuake, thou that steepest! INNER ! rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake — and o'er thy folly weep: Raise thy spirit dark and dead : Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Wake from sleep, arise from death, See the bright and living path : Watchful, tread that path : be wise ;— Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, From this hour redeem thy time : Life secure without delay, Evil is the mortal day. 4 Be not blind and foolish still, Call'd of Jesus, learn his will : Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light. 67 /s. I know you not. OEEK, my soul, the narrow gate, ^ Enter ere it be too late : Many ask to enter there, When too late to offer prayer. God from mercy's seat shall rise, And for ever bar the skies : Then, though sinners cry without, He will say, " I know you not." AND WARNINGS. 53 2 Mournfully, will they exclaim — Lord ! we have professed thy name : "We have eat with thee, and heard Heavenly teaching in thy word. Vain, alas ! will be their plea, Workers of iniquity: Sad their everlasting lot — ■ Christ will say, " I know you not." "O Take heed, watch and pray. f~^ O. watch and pray, thou canst not tell " How near thine hour may be : Thou canst not know how soon the bell May toll its notes for thee : Death's countless snares beset thy way: Frail child of dust ! go, watch and pray. 2 Fond youth, while free from blighting ear©, Does thy firm pulse beat high ? Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair. Dilate before thine eye ? Soon these must change — must pass away : Frail child of dust ! go, watch and pray. 3 Thou aged man ! Life's wintry storm Hath sear'd thy vernal bloom : With trembling limbs and wasting form, Thou'rt bending o'er the tomb : And can vain hope lead thee astray ? Go, weary pilgrim ! watch and pray. 4 Ambition ! stop thy panting breath . Pride, sink thy lifted eye ! Behold the caverns, dark with death, Before you open lie : The heavenly warning now obey : Ye sons of pride, go, watch and pray 54 INVITATIONS U*7 a JEfcel ix. 4,5,6, 10. T~ IFE is the time to serve the Lord, -^ The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 2 Life is the hour that God has given To ? scape from hell, and fly to heaven : The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day. 3 The living know that they must die ; But all the dead forgotten lie ■ Their memory and their sense are gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. 4 Their hatred and their love are lost, Their envy buried in the dust : They have no share in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the sun. 5 Then, what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue ; Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 6 There are no acts of pardon pass'd In the cold grave to which we haste ; But darkness, death, and long despair, Reign in eternal silence there. 70 lls - • v Dangers of delay. 1~\ELAY not, delay not, sinner, draw ■^ near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee : No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. AND WARNINGS. 00 2 Delay not. delay not : why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus thy God ? A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? 8 Delay not, delay not, sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day: Iler voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb : Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not : the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight : And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 5 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 judgment shall stand : What power then, sinner, shall lend thee its aid? - -i 12s & 8s. * -*- The harvest it past. TT^HEX the harvest is past, and the sum- " ' mer is gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er ; When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sabbath morn, And Jesus invi';es thee no more ; When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The gospel no message declare : Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wail* ings of wo ! How suffer the night of despair ! 56 INVITATIONS 2 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansions above ; When their harmony wakes in the fulness of bliss, Their song to the Saviour they love : Say, sinner, that livest at rest and secure $ Who fearest no trouble to come, Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, Or bear the impenitent's doom ? 72 S. M. Having no hope. /^X\N sinners hope for heaven, ^ Who love this world so well ; Or dream of future happiness, While in the road to hell ? 2 Shall they hosannas sing, With an unhaliow'd tongue ? Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbour wrong ? 3 Can sin's deceitful way Conduct to Zion's hill : Or those expect with God to reign Who disregard his will ? 4 Thy grace, God, alone Can a good hope afford ! The pardon'd and renew'd shall see The glory of the Lord. • ** My Spirit shall not always strive. CAY, sinner, hath a voice within ^ Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, Uiged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? AND WARNINGS. 57 | 2 Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath. And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee ? 8 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call, It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and light : Regard in time the warning kind : That call thou mayst not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive With harden'd, self-destroying man : Ye. who persist bis love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 6 Sinner — perhaps this very day, Thy last accepted time may be : Oh ! shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. 74 lls - • ^- Quench not the Spirit. TT^HILE mercy invites you, while Jesus is * " near, Awake from your slumbers, ye sinners, and hear. Salvation is offer'd, accept it to-day : quench not the Spirit, nor grieve him away. 2 The love that now urges, if once it depart, May never return to your desolate heart. While mercy invites you, while Jesus is near, Awake from your slumbers, ye sinners, and hear. 58 INVITATIONS 75 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6. /Sfojt?, jroor sinner. O TOP, poor sinner, stop and think, ^ Before you farther go ! Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting wo ? Once again I charge you, stop ! For, unless you warning take, Ere you are aware, you 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 dread day When his judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame ? 3 Pale-faced death will quickly come To drag you to his bar ; Then to hear your awful doom Will fill you with despair : All your sins will round you crowd, Sins of a blood-crimson dye ; Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply? 4 Though your heart be made of steel, Your forehead lined with brass, God at length will make you feel, He will not let you pass. Sinners then in vain will call, (Though they now despise his grace,) Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. AND WARNINGS. 59 5 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know : Though his arm is lifted op, He still forbears the blow. 'Twas for sinners Jesus died, Sinners he invites to come : None who come shall be denied, He says. - ; There still is room." 76 IS. Wh o m ay ab ide his co m ing f CIXXER. art thou still secure? ^ Wilt thou still refuse to pray? Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord's avenging day ? 2 See, his mighty arm is bared! Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judgment stand prepared, Thou must either break or bow. 3 At his presence nature shakes, Earth affrighted hastes to flee, Solid mountains melt like wax, "What will then become of thee ! 4 Who his advent may abide ? You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide When the world is wrapt in flame ? 6 Lord, prepare us by thy grace. Soon we must resign our breath, -And our souls be call'd to pass Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve, Listen to the gospel voice. Seek the things that are above, Scorn the world's pretended joys. 60 PENITENCE SECTION III. PENITENCE AND PRAYER. C. M. 7 * The prodigal son. \ PFLICTIONS, though they seem severe, ■*■*- In mercy oft are sent : They stopt the prodigal's career, And forced him to repent. 2 Although he no relenting felt. Till he had spent his store. His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinch'd him sore. 3 " What have I gain'd by sin." he said. "But hunger, shame, and fear ? My father's house abounds with bread, While I am starving here. 4 "I'll go and tell him all I've done. And fall before his face : Unworthy to be call'd his son, I'll seek a servant's place." 5 His father saw him coming back — He saw. and ran. and smiled : Then threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. G "Father. I've sinn'd. but forgive;" — "Enough." the father said. "Rejoice, my house, my son's alive, For whom I mourn' d as dead. 7 " Now let the fatted calf be slain, Go spread the news around. — My son was dead, but lives again — Was lost, but now is found." AND PRAYER. HI 8 ? Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, To call poor sinners home: More than a father's love he feels, And welcomes all that come. 78 Deep regret for sin. C^ OD of mercy ! God of grace ! " Hear our sad repentant songs: restore thy suppliant race. Thou to whom our praise belongs ! 2 Deep regret for follies past. Talents wasted, time misspent, Hearts debased by worldly cares. Thankless for the blessings lent ■ 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain, Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain : 4 These, and every secret fault, Fill'd with grief and shame, we own i Humbled at thy feet we lie. Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy ! God of grace ! Hear our sad repentant songs : restore thy suppliant race. Thou to whom our praise belongs ! to b-m- • *J The unrenewed heart. A STONISH'D and distress'*, ■**■ I turn mine eyes within ; My heart with loads of guilt oppress'd, The seat of every sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there ! 62 PENITENCE Distrust, presumption, artful guile, Pride, envy, slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints, These tyrant lusts subdue : Expel the darkness of my mind, And all my powers renew. 4 This done, my cheerful voice Shall loud hosannas raise : My soul shall glow with gratitude, My lips proclaim thy praise. O " Confession. T LEFT the God of truth and light, 4- I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death. 2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke Was light and easy to be borne : Through all his bonds of love I broke, . I cast away his gifts with scorn. 3 I danced in folly's giddy maze, And drank the sea, and chased the wind, But falsehood lurk'd in all her ways, Her laughter left remorse behind. 4 I dream' d of bliss in pleasure's bowers, While pillowing roses stay'd my head ; But serpents hiss'd among the flowers : I woke, and thorns were all my bed. 5 In riches when I sought for joy, And placed in sordid gains my trust, I found that gold was all alloy, And worldly treasure fleeting dust. 6 I woo'd ambition, climb'd the pole, And shone among the stars, — but fell, AND PRAYER. 63 Headlcng in all my pride of soul, Like Lucifer, from heaven to hell. 7 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty vengeance, from thy frown? Eternal justice, from thine eye ? 8 Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace : The Sun of righteousness appears In Jesus' reconciling face. 9 My suffering, slain, and risen Lord, In sore distress I turn to thee : I claim acceptance on thy word : My God, my God, forsake not me. 10 Prostrate before the mercy-seat, I dare not, if I would, despair : None ever perished at thy feet, And I will lie for ever there. 81 8. M. Trembling solicitude. "VrY former hopes are fled, ■"*■ My terror now begins : 1 feel, alas ! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar : The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door. 3 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom ; But hark ! a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." 64 PEXITEXCE 4 I see. or think I see, A glimmering from afar, A beam of day that shines for me, To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way: I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day. 82 C. M. Neglected calls. TTOW long the time since Christ began -*--*- To call in vain on me! Deaf to his warning voice, I ran Through paths of vanity. 2 He call'd me, when my thoughtless prime Was early ripe to ill : 1 pass'd from folly on to crime, And yet he call'd me still. 3 He call'd me, in the time of dread, When death was full in view : I trembled on my feverish bed, And rose to sin anew. 4 Yet could I hear him once again, As I have heard of old, Methinks he should not call in vain His wand'rer to the fold. 5 thou, that every thought dost know, And answ'rest every prayer ! Try me with sickness, want, er wo, But snatch me from despair. 6 My struggling will by grace control, Renew my broken vow : — What blessed light breaks on my soul ! My God, I hear thee now. AXD PRAYER. 65 oq CM. OO The lamentation of a sinner. f\ LORD, turn not thy face away " From him that lies prostrate, Lamenting sore his sinful life Before thy mercy gate. Which thou dost open wide to those That do lament their sin: shut it not against me, Lord, But let me enter in. 2 Call me not to a strict account How I have lived here. For then I know, right well, Lord, Most vile I shall appear. 1 need not to confess my life, For surely thou canst tell What I have been, and what I am, Thou knowest very well. 3 Wherefore with tears I come to the€ To beg and to entreat, Even as a child that hath done ill, And feareth to be beat : So come I to the throne of grace Where mercy doth abound, Desiring mercy for my sin To heal my deadly wound. 4 Lord. I need not to repeat What I do beg or crave, For thou dost know before I ask The thing that I would have. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask, This is the total sum, For mercy. Lord, is all my suit, let thv mercv come. 66 PENITENCE 84 S. M. Job ix. 2-6. A H, how shall fallen man '*■*- Be just before his God ! If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark, With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? 8 All-seeing, powerful God ! Who can with thee contend ? Or who that tries th' unequal strife Shall prosper in the end ? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake : The trembling earth deserts her place, Her rooted pillars shake. 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God ? None, none, can meet him, and es The new creation. "\TIGHTY Redeemer, set me free ItX From my old state of sin : make my soul alive to thee, Create new powers within. 2 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears, And mould my heart afresh : Give me new passions, joys, and fears, And turn the stone to flesh. 3 Far from the regions of the dead, From earth, and sin, and hell, In the new world that grace has made I would for ever dwell. 76 PENITENCE 99 6 » *i 6 > 6, 6, -i. ^ ^ Self-consecration at the cross. MY faith looks up to thee. Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray : Take all my guilt away : let me from this day Be wholly thine. 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire : As thou hast died for me, may my love to thee. Pure, warm, and changeless be. — A living fire. 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide : Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside ! '4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll — Blest Saviour, then in love Fear and distrust remove : bear me safe above- - A ransom' d soul ! 80 PENITENCE 104 8, 8, 8, 6. The venture. TUST as I am — without one plea, ^ But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee — Lamb of God, I come ! 2 Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, Lamb of God, I come ! 3 Just as I am — though toss'd about With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within and wars without — Lamb of God, I come ! 4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind: Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find, Lamb of God, I come! 5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe — Lamb of God, I come ! 6 Just as I am — thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down : Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, Lamb of God, I come ! 10 K CM. X\JO The only plea. "OROSTIIATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, -*- A guilty rebel lies ; And upward to the mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 let not justice frown me hence : Stay, stay the vengeful storm : AND PRAYER. 81 Forbid it that Omnipotence Should crush a feehle worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe. Tears should from both my weeping eye« In ceaseless torrents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt: No tears, but those which thou hast shed-- "So blood, but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord ! And all my sins forgive : Justice will well approve the word That bids the sinner live. 106 S. M. At the cross. TTERE will I ever lie, -*-■*- And tell thee all my care, And, i; Father, Abba, Father!*' cry, And pour a ceaseless prayer: Till thou my sins subdue, Till thou my sins destroy, My spirit after God renew. And fill with peace and joy. 10 * At the cross. ^['0 the cross where Jesus dies. -*- Where my Lord resigns his breath, Where affliction veils his eyes, Swimming in the tears of death, — Thither bringing all my guilt, From avenging wrath I flee, To the blood of sprinkling spilt — Spilt to set the sinner free. 8" PENITENCE 2 Mid convulsive agonies, Peace his quivering lips impart : Pardon seal'd by broken sighs Issuing from a bursting heart : Let me feel this healing power, Let this hardened heart of stone Melt beneath the purple shower, From his body trickling down. 3 On those temples, crown'd with thorns, Suffering majesty appears: Love that dying face adorns, Stain'd with blood and soiFd with tears: Pierce the shadows of the heart With the lightning of that eye : Smiles of peace to me impart — Let me feel, or I must die ! 108 L ' M ' J-UO Contrition in view of the cross. "Cl/LST flow, my tears: the cause is great: •*■ This tribute claims an injured Friend: One whom I long pursued with hate. "While he would love me to the end. When justice frown' d above my head. And death its terrors round me spread, He interposed the wounds he bore, And bade me live to die no more. 2 Fast flow, my tears: yet faster flow, Stream copious as yon purple tide : "Who was it gave the deadly blow? Who urged the hand that pierced his side ! My soul, thy Victim here behold ! What pangs, what agonies untold, "While justice, arni'd with power divine, Pours on his head what's due to thine ! AND PRAYER. 83 3 Fast, and yet faster flow, my tears : Now break tins heart and drown these eyes : His visage, marr'd, tow'rd heaven he rears, And, pleading for his murderers, dies ! My grief no measure knows, nor end, Till he appears, the sinner's Friend, And gives me, in some happy hour, To feel the risen Saviour's power. 109 E joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth, -*-* serve him with gladness and fear, Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near. 2 The Lord he is God — and Jehovah alone, Creator, and ruler o ? er all ; And we are his people, his sceptre we own — His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim, His praise with melodious accordance pro- long, And bless his adorable name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, And we are the work of his hand : His mercy and truth from eternity stood, And shall to eternitv stand. AND PRAISE. 91 199 7s J-^^ Ps. cvii. 32-43. T ET the elders praise the Lord, P^ Hini let all the people praise, When they meet with one accord In his courts, on holy days. 2 God for sin will vengeance take, Smite the earth with sore distress, And a fruitful region make As the howling wilderness. 3 But when mercy stays his hand, Famine, plague, and death depart; Yea, the rock at his command Pours a river from its heart. 4 There the hungry dwell in peace, Cities build, and plough the ground, While their flocks and herds increase, And their corn and wine abound. 5 Should they yet rebel, his arm Lays their pride again in dust ; But the poor he shields from harm, And in him the righteous trust. 6 "Whoso wisely marks his will, Thus evolving bliss from wo, Shall, redeemed from every ill, All his loving-kindness know. XjLO p St cxlviii. TTERALDS of creation cry,— ■*-■- Praise the Lord, the Lord most high : Heaven and earth, obey the call, Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 2 For he spake, and forth from night Sprang the universe to light : 92 THANKSGIVING He commanded — nature heard, And stood fast upon his word. 3 Praise him, all ye hosts above, Spirits perfected in love : Sun and moon, your voices raise, Sing, ye stars, 3 our Maker's praise. 4 Earth, from all thy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow: Lightning, vapour, wind, and storm, Hail and snow, his will perform. 5 Vales and mountains, burst in songi Rivers, roll with praise along : Clap your hands, ye trees, and hail God, who comes in every gale. 6 Birds, on wings of rapture soar, Warble at his temple door : Joyful sounds, from herds and flocks, Echo back, ye caves and rocks. 7 Kings, your Sovereign serve with awe Judges, own his righteous law : Princes, worship him with fear : Bow the knee, all people here. 8 Let his truth by babes be told, And his wonders by the old : Youths and maidens, in your prime, Learn the lays of heaven betime. 9 High above all height his throne, Excellent his name alone : Him let all his works confess, Him let every being bless. 124 L. M. Creation. [" OOK up, ye saints, direct your eyes ^ To him who dwells above the skies : AXD PRAISE. yd With your glad notes his praise rehearse, Who formed the mighty universe. 2 He spoke, and from the gloom of night At once sprang up the cheering light : Him discord heard, and. at his nod, Beauty awoke, and spoke the God 3 The word he gave, th* obedient sun Began his glorious race to run : Nor silver moon, nor stars delay, To glide along tlv ethereal way. 4 Teeming with life — air, earth, and sea Obey tlr Almighty's high decree : To every tribe he gives their food, Then speaks the whole divinely good. 5 But to complete the wondrous plan, From earth and dust he fashions man, In man the last, in him the best. The Maker's image stands confest. 6 Lord, while thy glorious works I view, Form thou my heart and soul anew, Here bid thy purest light to shine, And beauty glow with charms divine. ±—0 The footsteps of a God. A FY God, I love and I adore, ^-*- But souls that love would know thee more : Wilt thou for ever hide, and stand Behind the labours of thy hand ? 2 Thy hand unseen sustains the poles On which this vast creation rolls : The starry arch proclaims thy power, Thy pencil glows in every flower. 3 In thousand shapes and colours rise Thy painted wonders to our eyes, 94 THANKSGIVING While beasts and birds with labouring throata Teach us a God in thousand notes. 4 The meanest pin in nature's frame Marks out some letter of thy name, Where sense can reach, or fancy rove, From hill to hill, from field to grove, o Across the waves, around the sky, There's not a spot, or deep or high, Where the Creator has not trod, And left the footsteps of a God. A_£j\j ah thy icorks praise thee. rFHE God of nature and of grace ■*■ In all his works appears : His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres. 2 Behold this fair and fertile globe, By him in wisdom plann'd : 'Twas he who girded, like a robe, The ocean round the land. 3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye : Thither his path pursue : His glory, boundless as the sky, O'erwhelms the wondering view. 1 How excellent, Lord, thy name, In all creation's lines ! Spread through eternity, thy fame With rising lustre shines. 5 These lower works that swell thy praise, High as man's thoughts can tower, Are but a portion of thy ways, The hiding of thy power. 6 shouldst thcu rend aside the veil, And show thy dwelling-place, AND PRAISE. 95 i The souls which thou hast made would fail I 'Twere death to see thy face. 7 Can none behold that face and live ? Yea. sinners may draw near : The Lord is kind, and will forgive, His love shall cast out fear. 8 Millions amidst his presence stand, "Who feel, while they adore, Fulness of joy, at his right hand And pleasures evermore. In - Six 8s. w * All things are of God. HTHOU art, God, the life and light -*- Of all this wondrous world we see : Its glow by day, its smile by night. Are but reflections caught from thee: "Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 "When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through opening vistas into heaven, — Those hues, that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant. Lord, arc thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, — That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 4 "When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower that summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye : "Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine. 96 THANKSGIVING L. M. God seen in all. 128 IV TY God ! all nature owns thy sway : 1VL xhou giv'st the night and thou the day: When all thy loved creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, And bathes in dew the opening flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong. 2 Or, when in paler tints array'd, The evening slowly spreads her shade, That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can more than day's enlivening bloom Still every fond and vain desire, And calmer, purer thoughts inspire, From earth the pensive spirit free, And lead the softened heart to thee. In every scene thy hands have dress'd, In every form by thee impress'd, Upon the mountain's awful head, Or where the sheltering woods are spread : In every note that swells the gale, Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, The cavern's depth, or echoing grove, A voice is heard of praise and love. 4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll, And soothe with change of bliss the soulj never may their smiling train Pass o'er the human sense in vain ! But oft, as on their charms we gaze, Attune the wondering soul to praise ; And be the joys that most we prize, The joys that from thy favour rise. 129 AND PRAISE. 97 L. M. The voice of creation. T^HERE seems a voice in every gale, *■ A tongue in every opening flower. Which Tells, Lord, the wondrous tale Of thy indulgence, love, and power : The birds, that rise on quivering wing, Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee a general anthem raise. 2 And shall my voice, great God, alone Be mute midst Nature's loud acclaim, Nor let my heart, with answering tone, Breathe forth in praise thy holy name ? All Nature's debt is small to mine. For Nature soon shall cease to be : LSut — matchless proof of love divine — Thou srav'st immortal life to me. 130 C. M. Lord of all. »y HE Lord our God is Lord of all, -*- His station who can find? 1 hear him in the waterfall : I hear him in the wind. 2 If in the gloom of night I shroud, His face I cannot fly : I see him in the evening cloud, And in the morning sky. 3 He lives, he reigns, in every land, From winter's polar snows, To where across the burning sand The blasting meteor glows. 4 98 THANKSGIVING 4 He smiles, we live, — he frowns, we die. We hang upon his word : He rears his red right arm on high, And ruin bears his sword. 5 He bids his blast the fields deform — Then, when his thunders cease, Sits as the ruler of the storm, And smiles the winds to peace. 131 8, 6, 8, G, 8, 8. Divine magnificence. Q IXCE o'er thy footstool here below ^ Such beauteous gems are thrown, what magnificence must glow, My God, around thy throne ! So brilliant here these drops of light, There the full ocean rolls, how bright ! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky, With thousand stars inwrought, Hung, like some royal canopy. With glittering diamonds fraught, Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil, What glory round the shrine must dwell ! 3 The dazzling sun at noontide hour, Forth from his flaming vase, Flinging o'er earth his golden shower, Till vale and mountain blaze ; But shows, Lord, one beam of thine : What, then, the day where thou dost shine ! 4 Ah ! how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays ? Or how my spirit, so impure, Upon thy brightness gaze ? Anoint, Lord, anoint my sight, And robe mo for that world of light. 132 AND PRAISE. 99 \ 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7. Divine honours A NGELS, assist to sing -^- The honours of your God : Touch every tuneful string, And sound his name abroad : Pour the trembling noise along: Swell the grand immortal song, 2 And ye of meaner birth, Your joyful voices raise : Inhabitants of earth, Your great Redeemer praise : Let your loud hosannas rise : Shake the earth, and pierce the skies 1 3 Let day and dusky night, In solemn order join His praises to recite, And speak his power divine : Every hill and every vale, Echo with the sacred tale. 4 Ye winds and raging seas, With wild, tempestuous roar, Resound, in mightier lays, His name from shore to shore : Thunders, spread his name abroad r Lightnings, flash before your God. 5 Let every creature sing The honours of our God: Touch every tuneful string, And spread his praise abroad : Pour the trembling notes along : Swell the universal song. 100 THANKSGIVING 133 18. Providence. TTAPPY man whom God doth aid ! -*-*- God our souls and bodies made : God on us, in gracious showers, Blessings every moment pours : Compasses with angel bands, Bids them bear us in their hands : Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd, Life, and all, descend from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread, Made the earth on which we tread : God refreshes in the air, Covers with the clothes we wear, Feeds us with the food we eat, Cheers us by his light and heat, Makes his sun on us to shine : All our blessings are divine. 3 Give him, then, and ever give, Thanks for all that we receive ! Man we for his kindness love : How much more our God above ! "Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord, To be honoured and adored : God of all-creating grace, Take the everlasting praise. 134: The Father of mercies. ]V TEET and right it is to praise ■**-*■ God, the giver of all grace, — God, whose mercies are bestow'd On the evil and the good : He prevents his creature's call, Kind and merciful to all : Makes his sun on sinners rise, Showers his blessings from the skies. AND PRAISE, 101 2 Least of all thy creatures, we Daily thy salvation see : As by heavenly manna fed, Through a -world of dangers led : Through a wilderness of cares. Through ten thousand thousand snares, More than now our hearts conceive. More than we could know, and live ! 8 By our bosom foe beset. Taken in the fowler's net. Passion's unresisting prey, Oft within the toils we lay : Sleeping on the brink of sin, Tophet gaped to take us in, Mercy to our rescue new. Broke the snare, and brought us through. 4 Here, as in the lion's den, Undevour'dwe still remain, Pass secure the watery flood, Hanging on the arm of God : Here we raise our voices higher, Shout in the refiner's lire. Clap our hands amidst the flame, Glory give to Jesus' name. -1 tJtJ Q fl m y J-.- "YV^HENETB. my heart is broken, * " Before my grief is spoken, God pities my complaint : And when he might reject me, He kindly does protect me, Lest all my courage faint. 2 By night his arm attends me, And graciously defends me, And soft is my repose : 102 THANKSGIVING The eyes that watch my keeping, Are never, never sleeping, I cannot fear my foes. 3 By day his hand shall lead me, And heavenly manna feed me, Through all my desert way : His beam my path enlightens, And more and more it brightens, Into eternal day. 4 thou, my God, my Saviour, In thy celestial favour Is my supreme delight : The more my woes oppress me, The more do thou possess me, Lord, with thy heavenly might. 136 Praise for national blessings. O WELL the anthem, raise the song, ^ Praises to our God belong : Saints and angels, join to sing Praise to heaven's almighty King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand, Pour around this happy land : Let our hearts, beneath his sway, Hail the bright triumphant day. 3 Now to thee our joys ascend, Thou hast been our heavenly Friend : Guarded by thy mighty power, Peace and freedom bless our shore. 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey : Never feel a tyrant's rod, Ever own and worship God. 137 AXD PRAISE. 103 8, 7. National praise. TTP to thee, Almighty Father, ^ Ancient of eternal days, Throned in uncreated glory, Hear us, while our songs we raise. 2 Praise, for thy unceasing bounty, Pour'd with an indulgent hand : Praise, for blessings still increasing, Crowning freedom's favour'd land. 3 While a nation's heart is leaping, Mighty in its gushing joy, May the song of adoration All its grateful powers employ. 4 Thine, Lord, shall be the kingdom, Thine the power and glory be, Thine through endless ages rolling, Thine throughout eternity. TOO 8 > 6 - XOO Praise to our fathers' God. T ET every heart rejoice and sing, -^ Let choral anthems rise : Ye reverend men and children, bring To God your sacrifice : For he is good : the Lord is good, And kind are all his ways : With songs and honours sounding loud, The Lord Jehovah praise, While the rocks and the rills, While the vales and the hills, A glorious anthem raise : Let each prolong the grateful song, And the God of our fathers praise. 104 THANKSGIVING 2 He bids the sun to rise and set, In heaven his power is known ; And earth, subdued to him, shall vet Bow low before his throne : For he is good : the Lord is good, And kind are all his ways : With songs and honours sounding loud, The Lord Jehovah praise, While the rocks and the rills, While the vales and the hills, A glorious anthem, raise : Let each prolong the grateful song, And the God of our fathers praise. iqq 6 > 4 - X tJ O Praise to the God of harvest. ^HE God of harvest praise, -*- In loud thanksgiving raise Hand, heart, and voice : The valleys smile and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams rejoice. 2 Yea, bless his holy name, And purest thanks proclaim Through all the earth : To glory in your lot Is duty, — but be not God's benefits forgot, Amidst your mirth. 3 The God of harvest praise, Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord : From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song Bless ye the Lord. AND PRAISE. 105 1 4-fl : ■i-^ 1 -" Sourer or hh:*nng$. T>BA£SE to God. immortal praise, ■*■ For the love that crowns our days : Bounteous Source of every joy. Let thy praise our tongues employ : 2 For the blessings of the field. F r the stores the gardens yield, For the vine's exalted juice. For the generous olive's use: 3 .Flocks that whiten all the plain. Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain. Clouds that drop their fattening dews. Suns that temperate warmth diffuse. 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand. Scatters o'er the smiling land : All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'ertiowing stores : 5 These to thee, my God. we owe, Source whence all our blessings i:vr : And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear : Should the fig tree's blasted shoot Drop her green, untimely fruit : 7 Should the vine put forth no more, Noi the olive yield her store : Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall : 8 Should thy alter'd hand restrain The early and the latter rain — Blast each opening bud of joy, And the rising vear destrov : 106 THANKSGIVING 9 Fct, to thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise ; And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone. 141 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6. The love of God, ly/TY God ! thy boundless love we praise ', ^•'-*- How bright on high its glories blaze ! How sweetly bloom below ! It streams from thy eternal throne, Through heaven its joys for ever run, And o'er the earth they flow. 2 'Tis love that gilds the vernal ray — Adorns the flowery robe of May — Perfumes the breathing gale : 'Tis love that loads the plenteous plain With blushing fruits and golden grain, And smiles o'er every vale. 3 But in thy gospel it appears In sweeter, fairer characters, And charms the ravish' d breast : There, love immortal leaves the sky, To wipe the drooping mourner's eye, And give the weary rest. 4 There smiles a kind propitious God, There flows a dying Saviour's blood, The pledge of sins forgiven : There faith, bright cherub, points the way To regions of eternal day, And opens all her heaven. 5 Then let the love that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude ; AND PRAISE. 107 And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend, My soul's eternal good. 1 4-9 7s - 1 - J- w Divine forbearance. T ORD, and am I yet alive, -^ Not in torments, not in hell ! Still doth thy good Spirit strive, With the chief of sinners dwell ? Yes : I still lift up mine eyes, Will not of thy love despair, Still in spite of sin I rise, Still to call thee mine I dare. 2 the length and breadth of love ! Jesus, Saviour, can it be ? All thy mercy's height I prove, All its depth is seen in me. the miracle of grace, Tell it out, to sinners tell ! Friends, and men, and angels gaze, I am, I am out of hell. 3 Turn aside a sight t' admire, I the living wonder am : See a bush that burns with fire Unconsumed amidst the flame : See a stone that hangs in air, See a spark in ocean dwell, Kept alive with death sc near, I am, I am out of hell. 1 4-3 L M - 1 - J-^J Loving-kindness. A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, -^- And sing thy great Redeemer's praise : He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, how free ! 108 THANKSGIVING 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all : He saved me from my lost estate. His loving-kindness, 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, how strong ! 4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail . may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death ! 5 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day ; And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. 144 Pardoning grace. LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows : Help, God, my weak endeavour, This dull soul to rapture raise : Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warm'd to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray — Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away : Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And. the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. AND PRAISE. 109 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express : Low before thy footstool kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise ; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. 1 AK 8, 8, 6. J- tttl Renewing grace extolled. WHEN with my mind devoutly press'd, " " Dear Saviour, my revolving breast Would past offences trace : Trembling, I make the black review, Yet pleased behold, admiring too, The power of changing grace. 2 This tongue with blasphemies defiled, These feet to erring paths beguiled, In heavenly league agree : Who would believe such lips could praise, Or think from dark and winding ways I e'er should turn to thee ? 3 These eyes that once abused the light Xow lift to thee their watery sight, And weep a silent flood : These hands are raised in ceaseless prayer, wash away the stains they wear, In pure redeeming blood. 4 These ears, that once could entertain The midnight oath, the festive strain, Around the sinful board ; Now, deaf to all th' enchanting noise, Avoid the throng, detest their joys, And long to hear thy word. 110 THANKSGIVING 5 Thus art thou served in every part : Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart, That drossy thing refine : That grace may nature's powers control, And a new creature, body, soul, Be all and wholly thine. 1 4-fl 8 ' 7 ' - 1 - J-^ Glorying in the cross. TN the cross of Christ I glory, ■*- Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me : Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds new lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified : Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. U7 7,6. Praising the Saviour. rPO thee, my God and Saviour, -*■ My soul exulting sings ; Rejoicing in thy favour, Almighty King of kings. AND PBAISR. Ill I'll celebrate thy glory "With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love. 2 Soon as the morn with voses Bedecks the dewy east. And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast. My voice in supplication, My Saviour, thou shall hear : grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near. 3 By thee through life supported, I pass the dangerous road. With heavenly hosts escorted Up to their bright abode : Then cast my crown before thee, And. all my conflicts o'er, Unceasingly adore thee: What could an ans;el more ? 148 C. Iff. Christ shall be our song. HPHOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, •*- We love to hear of thee : No music's like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be. 2 let us ever hear thy voice — In mercy to us speak : And in our Priest we will rejoice, Thou great Melchisedec. 3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay : We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name When all things else decay. 112 THANKSGIVING 4 When we appear iD yonder cloud, With all thy favour' d throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song. 1 _1Q 8 ' 7 ' 8 ' 7 ' 4 ' 7 ' ■*■ *^ Crowning the Saviour. /" 1 ROWX the Saviour, angels, crown hira ! ^ R.ich the trophies Jesus brings : In the seat of power enthrone him, While the heavenly concave rings : Crown him, crown him ! Crown the Saviour, King of kings ! 2 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! Hark, those loud, triumphant chords ! Jesus takes the highest station : what joy the sight affords ! Crown him, crown him ! King of kings and Lord of lords ! 1~ A 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7. O \J Christ, enthroned and worshipped. TTARK I ten thousand harps and voices -"- Sound the note of praise above: Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices : Jesus reigns, the God of love : See, he sits on yonder throne : Jesus rules the world alone. 2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens All above, and gives it worth : Lord of life, thy smile enlightens, Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth : When we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine. 3 King of glory, reign for ever : Thine an everlasting crown : AND PRAISE. 113 Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own: Happy objects of thy grace. Destined to behold thy face. 4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing: Bring, bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away: Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 11 Glory, glory to our King l" m'S. Sofigs oj praise. ^?ONGS of praise the angels sang, ^ Heaven with hallelujahs rang, "When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn "When the Prince of peace was born: Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away — Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth — Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And will man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come ? No : — the church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of prai3e. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice : Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death : Then, amidst eternal joy. Songs of praise their powers employ. 114 THANKSGIVING 1 52 c ' M X fj £j 77^ church-triumphant'' s song. Q ING we the song of those who stand ^ Around th' eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime, and land, A multitude unknown. 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here: To-day the young, the old, Our Saviour and his flock appear, One Shepherd and one fold. 3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await On earth the pilgrim throng ; Yet learn we, in our low estate, The church-triumphant's song. 4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain ! Cry the redeem'd above, Blessing and honour to obtain, And everlasting love. 5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, Who died our souls to save ! Henceforth, death ! where is thy sting ? Thy victory, grave ? 6 Then hallelujah! power and praise To God in Christ be given ! May all who now this anthem raise, Renew the strain in heaven ! I O O Worthy the Lamb. p LORY to God on high ! ^-* Let earth and skies reply, Praise ye his name : His love and grace adore, W T ho all our sorrows bore : Sing aloud, evermore, Worthy the Lamb ! AND PRAISE. 115 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load: Praise ye his name : Tell what his arm hath done, What spoils from death he won : Sing his great name alone, Worthy the Lamb! 3 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name : Those who have felt his blood Sealing their peace with God, Sound his dear fame abroad, Worthy the Lamb ! 4 Join, all ye ransom" d race, Our holy Lord to bless : Praise ye his name : In him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise. Shouting, with heart and voice, Worthy the Lamb ! 5 What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease Praising his name : To him our songs we bring, Hail him our gracious King, Ajid without ceasing sing, Worthy the Lamb ! 6 Then let the host above, In realms of endless love, Praise his dear name : To him ascribed be Honour and majesty, Through all eternity : Worthy the Lamb ! 116 GRACES SECTION Y. GRACES AND VIRTUES. dPattf). 1 ^4- c M ±0-± The gift of God. f\Y all the gifts thy hand bestows, ^-^ Thou Giver of all good, Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemer's blood. 2 Faith, too, the blood-receiving grace, From the same hand we gain, Else, sweetly as it suits our case, That gift had been in vain. 3 Till thou thy teaching power apply, Our hearts refuse to see, And, weak as a distemper'd eye, Shut out the view of thee. 4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, What misery we endure ! Yet fly that hand from which alone We could expect a cure. 5 We praise thee, and would praise theo more : To thee our all we owe — The precious Saviour, and the power That makes him precious, too. IKK LM - ±UO jy e walk by faith. ,f TIS by the faith of joys to come, -*- We walk through deserts dark as night: Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. AND VIRTUES. 117 ; The want of sight she well supplies : She makes the pearly gates appear : r ar into distant worlds she pries. And brings eternal glories near. ; Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faithr inspires a heavenly ray, "hough lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. : So Abrah'm, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with lis faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road. 156 C. M. Th t power of fa ith . CWITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, *- And saves me from its snares : its aid in every duty brings, And softens all my cares : ) Extinguishes the thirst of sin, And lights the sacred fire )f love to God and heavenly things, And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give : rhat balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live. t "Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign: ind bids me seek my portion there, Nor bids me seek in vain : 5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd "With the Redeemer's blood, And helps my feeble hope to lest Upon a faithful God. 118 GRACES 6 There, there, unshaken, would I rest, Till this vile body dies ; And then, on faith's triumphant wings, At once to glory rise ! mC.M. A living and dead faith. ~VTISTAKEN souls ! that dream of heaven, -*-*-*- And make their empty boast Of inward joys and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead : None but a living power unites To Christ, the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart, 'Tis faith that works by love — That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power : This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. 5 Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace : A pardoning God is jealous still For his own holiness. 6 When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our natures clean ; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin. 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God : Jesus and his salvation came By water and by blood. AND VIRTUES. 119 1 ^fi L - M ■*^0 Aspiring to heaven. T SEND the joys of earth away: - 1 - Away, ye tempters of the mind ! False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along Down to the gulf of black despair ; And while I listen*d to your song, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. 1 Xow, to the shining realms above, I stretch my hands and glance mine eyes : for the pinions of a dove. To bear me to the upper skies ! 5 There, from the bosom of my God, Oceans of endless pleasures roll : There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. 159 . LM ' . x fj V Pursuing the sovereign good. "jT\E.V> >*e my heart to all below, -*-' To mortal joys and mortal cares : To sensual bliss, that charms us so, Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf, mine ears. 2 Here I renounce my carnal taste Of the fair fruit that sinners prize : Their paradise shall never waste One thought of mine, but to despise. 120 GRACES 3 Come, Heaven ! and fill my vast desires : My soul pursues the sovereign good : She was all made of heavenly fires, Nor can she live on meaner food. 1 P c * M ' -L U VJ Hope tempered with fear. T WAS a grovelling creature once, -*- And basely cleaved to earth : 1 wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breathed upon a worm, And sent me from above Wings, such as clothe an angel's form — The wings of joy and love. 3 With these, to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delighted stand, To view, beneath a shining sky, The spacious, promised land. 4 The Lord of all the vast domain Has promised it to me : The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see. 5 How glorious is my privilege, To thee for help I call : I stand upon a mountain's edge, save me, lest I fall ! G Though much exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own : Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down. mix. I know that my Redeemer liveth. T KNOW that my Redeemer lives : *■ What comfort this sweet sentence gives! AND VIRTUES. 121 He lives, lie lives, who once was dead, He lives my everlasting Head. 2 He lives triumphant from the grave, He lives eternally to save. He lives, and while he lives I'll sing, He lives my Prophet, Priest, and King. 8 He lives to bless me with his love, He lives to plead for me above. He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to help in time of need. 4 He lives to grant me rich supply, He lives to guide me with his eye, He lives to comfort me when faint, He lives to hear my soul's complaint. 5 He lives and grants me daily breath, He lives and I shall conquer death, He lives my mansion to prepare, He lives to bring me safely there ! 6 He lives, all glory to his name ! He lives my Jesus still the same : the sweet joys the sentence gives, 1 know that my Redeemer lives. -1/^9 C. M. XUw Christ in you, the hope of glory. HTO whom, my Saviour, shall I go, ■*- If I depart from thee ? My guide through all this vale of wo, And more than all to me. 2 The world reject thy gentle reign, And pay thy death with scorn : 0, they could plait thy crown again, And sharpen every thorn. 3 But I have felt thy dying love Breathe gently through my heart, 122 GRACES To whisper hope of joys above — And can we ever part ? 4 Ah, no ! with thee I'll walk below, My journej 7 to the grave: To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, When only thou canst save ? 1 n q 0. M. lOO 2 Tim. i. 12. T'M not ashamed to own my Lord, ■*- Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name : His name is all my trust ; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face, And in the New Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. 164 7s. Ps. cxxxi. T ORB, for ever at thy side •*-* Let my place and portion be : Strip me of my robe of pride, Clothe me with humility. AND VIRTUES. 123 2 Meekly may my soul receive All thy Spirit hath reveal'd : Thou hast spoken — I believe, Though the prophecy were seal'd. 3 Quiet as a weaned child "Weaned from the mothers breast, By no subtlety beguiled, On thy faithful word I rest. 4 Saints! rejoicing evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust : Him, in all his ways, adore, "Wise, and wonderful, and just. 165 S. 11 Dependence on grace. "OEWARE of Peter's word, ■*~* Nor confidently say, "I never will deny thee, Lord," But, "Grant I never niay." 2 Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone : And e'en an angel would be weak, "Who trusted in his own. 3 Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide : This more exalts the King of kings Than all your works beside. 4 In Jesus is our store *. Grace issues from his throne : Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none. 124 GRACES fog. 166 8 ' 8,6 ' J - ^S ^S [Translated from the French, by Cowper.] Bliss of adoption. HOW happy are the new-born race, Partakers of adopting grace I How pure the bliss they share ! Hid from the world, and all its eyes, Within their heart the blessing lies, And conscience feels it there. 2 The moment we believe, 'tis ours ; And if we love with all our powers The God from whom it came, And if we serve with heart sincere, 'Tis still discernible and clear, An undisputed claim. 3 But ah ! if foul and wilful sin Stain and dishonour us within, Farewell the joy we knew : Again the slaves of nature's sway, In labyrinths of our own we stray, Without a guide or clue. 4 The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve The gracious Spirit they receive, His work distinctly trace, And strong in undissembling love, Boldly assert, and clearly prove, Their hearts his dwelling-place. 5 Messenger of dear delight, Whose voice dispels the deepest night, Sweet peace-proclaiming Dove ! With thee at hand to soothe our pains, No wish unsatisfied remains, No task, but that of love. AND VIRTUES. 125 1G7 CM - OHAPPi" soul, that lives on high, While men lie grovelling here ! His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, "While grace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. 3 He waits in secret on his God, His God in secret sees : Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world of time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here, Content and pleased to live alone, Till Christ his life appear. -L U O J y a duty. CONSUMMATE Love ! the list how large Of blessings from thy hand ! To banish sorrow and be blest Is thy supreme command. 2 Joy is our duty, glory, health — The sunshine of the soul : The best encomium on the Power Who sweetly plans the whole. 126 GRACES 169 IB. Source of Joy. QBJECT of my first desire, " Jesus ! crucified for me, All to happiness aspire Only to be found in thee : Thee to praise, and thee to know, Constitute our bliss below : Thee to see, and thee to love, Constitute our bliss above. 2 Lord ! it is not life to live, If thy presence thou deny : Lord ! if thou thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death to die. Source and Giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows : Peace and happiness are thine — Mine they are, if thou ai t mine. 3 While I feel thy love to me, Every object teems with joy : Here, may I walk with thee — Then into thy presence die ! Let me but thyself possess, Total sum of happiness ! Real bliss I then shall prove, Heaven below, and heaven above. mSix 7s. Source of joy. WORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat \ Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes and false alarms : Now T see, as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. AND VIRTUES. 127 2 Vain thy entertaining sights : False thy promises renew'd : All the pomp of thy delights Does but natter and delude : Thee I quit for heaven above, Object of the noblest love. 3 Let not, Lord, my wandering mind Follow after fleeting toys, Since in thee alone I find Solid and substantial joys — Joys that, never overpast, Through eternity shall last. 171 LM •*- • - 1 - Fountain of delight. T THIRST ; but not as once I did, -*- The vain delights of earth to share : Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things ; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, That quickens all things where it flows ; And makes a wretched thorn, like me, Bloom as the myrtle or the rose. 4 Dear Fountain of delight unknown ! No longer sink below the brim ; But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream ! 5 For, sure, of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father's eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit, than I. 128 GRACES Eobe. 172 H L. M. 1 Cor. xiii. 1—3. AD I the tongues of Greeks and JewSj And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell, Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the bowels of the poor, Or give my body to the flame To gain a martyr's glorious name : 4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain : Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil. 1 7 CM • ^ The principal grace. TTAPPY the heart where graces reign, -"- "Where love inspires the breast : Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear : Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there. 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move : The devils know and tremble too ; But Satan cannot love. AND VIRTUES. 129 4 This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease : 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss. 6 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our smiling God. 1 74 c - M - ■*- • ^*- Grateful love. TTOW can I sink with such a prop -*-*- As my eternal God, "Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad ? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead ? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted Head. 3 All that I am, and all I have, Shall be for ever thine : Whate'er my duty bids me give, My cheerful hands resign. 4 Yet, if I might make some reserve, And duty did not call, I love my God with zeal so great, That I should give him all ! 175 Obligations to love. /~\NE there is, above all others, " Well deserves the name of Friend: His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. 5 180 GRACES 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood ? But this Saviour died to have us Reconciled in him to God. 3 When he lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name : Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love : We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. m8,7. Gratitude for pardon. TTAIL, my ever-blessed Jesus ! -"- Only thee I wish to sing : To my soul thy name is precious, Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King, what mercy flows from heaven ! what joy and happiness! Love I much ? I'm 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 Saviour pass'd that way. Witness, all ye hosts of heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness : Love I much ? I'm much forgiven : I'm a miracle of grace. 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir ! Praise the Lamb enthroned above ! While, astonish' d, I admire God's free grace and boundless love. AND VIRTUES. 131 That bless'd moment I received him, Fill\l my soul with joy and peace: Love I much ! I'm much forgiven : I'm a miracle of grace. m8, 6, 8, 6, 7, 7. [Translated from the French, by Covrper.J Returns of love. \ LL are indebted much to thee, ■**■ But I far more than all, From many a deadly snare set free, And raised from many a fall : Overwhelm me from above Daily with thy boundless love. 2 What bonds of gratitude I feel, No language can declare : Beneath th' oppressive weight I reel — r Tis more than I ,can bear : When shall I that blessing prove, To return thee love for love 1 3 blessedness, all bliss above, When thy pure fires prevail ! Love only teaches what is love : All other lessons fail — We learn its name, but not its powers- Experience only makes it ours. * • O Complacential love. \ ND will th' offended God again -^ Return and dwell with sinful mea? Will he within this bosom raise A living temple to his praise ? ' The joyful news transports my breast: All hail ! I cry, thou heavenly guest ! 132 GRACES Lift up your heads, ye powers within, And let the King of glory in. 3 Enter with all thy heavenly train : Here live, and here for ever reign : Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway : Let love command, and I'll obey. 4 Reason and conscience shall submit, And pay their homage at thy feet : To thee I'll consecrate my heart, And bid each rival thence depart. 179 L. M. [Translated from the French, by Cowper.] Cleaving to God. f\ THOU, by long experience tried, " Near whom no grief can long abide ! My Love ! how full of sweet content 1 pass my years of banishment ! 2 All scenes alike engaging prove To souls impress'd with sacred love : Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee^ In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To me remains nor place nor time — My country is in every clime : I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 5 Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions not remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. AND VIRTUES. 133 180 aM ±Ov Delight in God. r\ LORD, I would delight in thee, " And on thy care depend : To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. 2 When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same : May I with this be satisfied. And glory in thy name ! 3 Xo good in creatures can be found, But may be found in thee: I must have all things, and abound, While God is God to me. 4 Lord. I cast my care on thee: I triumph and adore : My great concern shall ever be To love and please thee more. lftl uu - XO X Cleaving to Christ. rPKOV only Sovereign of my heart, -*■ My Refuge, my almighty Friend, And can my soul from thee depart. On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and wo One glimpse of happiness afford ? 3 Eternal life thy words impart : On these my fainting spirit lives : Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature drives. 134 GRACES 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine, While thou art near in vain they call : One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, is worth them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore : Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee ! — 'tis death — 'tis more I 'Tis endless ruin ! deep despair ! 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie : Here safety dwells and peace divine : Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine ! 1QO CM. LO£t Delight in Christ. XTR glittering toys of earth, adieu ! -*- A nobler choice be mine : A real prize attracts my view, A treasure all divine. 2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, Ye specious baits of sense : Inestimable worth appears, The pearl of price immense ! 3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, name divinely sweet ! Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honour, pleasure meet. 4 Should both the Indies, at my call, Their boasted stores resign, With joy I would renounce them all For leave to call thee mine. 5 Should earth's vain pleasures all depart, Of this dear gift possess'd, I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, And think myself most bless'd. AND VIRTUES. 135 6 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires, Thy love is bliss divine : Accept the wish that love inspires, And bid me call thee mine. J.OO Delight in Christ. "\ ]~Y gracious Redeemer I love, ■**■■ His praises aloud I'll proclaim, And join with the armies above To shout his adorable name : To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ : To feel them incessantly mine, My boundless, ineffable joy. 2 He freely redeem' d with his blood My soul from the confines of hell, To live on the smiles of my God. And in his sweet presence to dwell, To shine with the angels of light, With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view with eternal delight My Jesus, my Saviour, my King 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns, Your pride with disdain I survey : Your pomps are but shadows and sounds, That pass in a moment away : The crown that my Saviour bestows Yon permanent sun will outshine : My joy everlastingly flows, My God, my Redeemer, is mine. 184 H C. M. Brotherly love. OW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, "When those who love the Lord 13G GRACES In one another s peace delight, And so fulfil his word : 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part : When sorrows flow from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart: 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love. 4 Let love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flow ; And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love. X O O Fraternal bond of love. rPHE glorious universe around, -*- The heavens with their train, Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound, In one mysterious chain. 2 The earth, the ocean, and the sky, To form one world agree, Where all that walk, or swim, or fly, Compose one family. 3 God in creation thus displays His wisdom and his might, While all his works, with all his ways, Harmoniously unite. 4 In one fraternal bond of love, One fellowship of mind, AND VIRTUES. 137 The saints below and saints above, Their bliss and glory find. 5 Lord, may our union form a part Of that thrice happy whole : Derive its pulse from thee the heart, Its life from thee the soul. 1 Q £ L - M - -LOU Christian friendship. TJTOW blest the sacred tie that binds, -■--■- In union sweet, according minds ! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one ! 2 To each, the soul of each how dear! What jealous love, what holy fear ! How doth the generous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow, For human guilt and mortal wo : Their ardent prayers together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Together oft they seek the place, Where God reveals his awful face : How high, how strong, their raptures swell, There's none but kindred souls can tell. 5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire When nature droops her sickening fire : Then shall they meet in realms above — A heaven of joy, because of love. max. Z ion's friends and mine. HTHE giddy world, with flattering tongue, "■■ Had charnvd my soul astr/.v. And lured my heedless feet to death Along the flowery way. 188 GRACES 2 My heart, with agonizing prayer, Besought the Lord to save ; Unseen lie seized my trembling hand And brought me from the grave. 3 He broke the charm, which drew my feet To darkness and the dead : From lips profane, and tongues impure, With quivering steps I fled. 4 Homeward I flew to find my God, And seek his face divine, Restored to peace, to hope, to life, To Zion's friends, and mine. TOO 6, 6, 8. -L O O p St cxxxiii. TTOW pleasant 'tis to see -*--*- Kindred and friends agree, Each in his proper station move, And each fulfil his part With sympathizing heart, In all the cares of life and love '. 2 'Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet : The oil, through all the room, Diffused a choice perfume, Ran through his robes and blest his feet 8 Like fruitful showers of rain, That water all the plain, Descending from the neighbouring hills, Such streams of pleasure roll Through every friendly soul Where love like heavenly dew distils. AND VIRTUES. 139 J-v-Jt/ Benevolence. "LEATHER of our feeble race, -*- Wise, beneficent, and kind, Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined : Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again. 2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow ? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring, "Whence the kind affections flow : Soft compassion's feeling soul, By the melting eye expressed : Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast: 3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Heal the wounded, feed the poor : Love, embracing all our kind : Charity, with liberal store : Teach us, thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus th' accepted offering bring — Love to thee and all mankind. TOO CM J- O V) Charily. IDLEST is the man whose softening heart " Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain: 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel; 140 GRACES And bleeds in pity c er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief: His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unask'd relief. 4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow : He views, through mercy's streaming eye, A brother in a foe. 5 He from the bosom of his God Shall present peace receive ; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live. 1Q1 LM ■ L *J - 1 - The stranger and his friend. A POOR wayfaring man of grief -^*- Hath often cross'd me on my way Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer, nay : 1 had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came ; Yet there was something in his eye, That won my love, I knew not why. 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 blest it, brake, And ate, but gave me part again: Mine was an angel's portion then ; For while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste. ANP VIRTUES. 141 3 I spied him where a fountain burst, Clear from the rock — his strength was gone : The heedless water mocked his thirst, He heard it, saw it hurrying on: I ran to raise the sufferer up : Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup, Dipt, and return'd 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 clothed, I cheer'd my guest, Laid him on my own couch to rest. Then made the hearth my bed, and seem'd In Eden's garden while I dream'd. 5 Stript, wounded, beaten - nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side : I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment: — he was keal'd: — I had myself 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 honour'd him mid 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 ran chill, But the free spirit cried, " I will !" 7 Then, in a moment, to nn T view, The stranger darted from disguise: The tokens in his hands I knew: My Saviour stood before mine eyes! 142 GRACES He spake, and my poor name he named. "Of me thou hast not been ashamed: These deeds shall thy memorial be : Fear not: thou didst them unto me." 192 -*- f w Beneficence. T ABOURERS of Christ, arise, -*-^ And gird you for the toil : The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil. 2 Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore ; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallow'd lore. 3 Urge, with a tender zeal, The erring child .along, Where peaceful congregations kneel, And pious teachers throng. 4 Be faith, which looks above, With prayer, your constant guest, And wrap the Saviour's changeless love A mantle round your breast. 5 So shall you share the wealth That earth may ne'er despoil, And the blest gospel's saving health Repay your arduous toil. lQQ LM A-U ZJ Love to enemies. TESTIS, my Saviour, let me be " More perfectly conform'd to thee : Implant each grace, each sin dethrone, And form my temper like thine own. 2 My foe, when hungry, let me feed, Share in his grief, supply his need ■ AND VIRTUES. 143 The haughty frown may I not fear, But with a holy meekness bear. 3 Let the envenom'd heart and tongue, •The hand outstretch'd to do me wrong, Excite no feelings in my breast But such as Jesus once express'd. 4 To others let me always give What I from others would receive, Good deeds for evil ones return, Nor, when provoked, with anger burn. 5 This will proclaim how bright and fair The precepts of the gospel are ; And God himself, the God of love, His own resemblance will approve. 194 L. M. Peace with God. T HEAR a voice that comes from far, -■- From Calvary it sounds abroad : It soothes my soul and calms my fear, It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 2 And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die Than turn an ear to mercy's voice 3 Alas, for those ! — the day is near When mercy will be heard no more : Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. 4 With such, I own, I once appear'd, But now I know how great their loss ; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. 144 GRACES iqn LM - J. O tJ Peace of conscience C WEET peace of conscience, heavenly guest, ^ Come fix thy mansion in my breast, Dispel my doubts, my fears control, And heal the anguish of my soul. 2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere, Come, make your constant dwelling here : Still let your presence cheer my heart, Nor sin compel you to depart. 3 Thou God of hope and peace divine, make these sacred pleasures mine : Forgive my sins, my fears remove, And send the tokens of thy love. 4 Then should mine eyes, without a tear, See death, with all his terrors near : My heart should then in death rejoice, And raptures tune my faltering voice. 5 For then, beyond these lower skies New worlds shall greet my longing eyes : Blest worlds ! where peace her throne main- tains, And everlasting glory reigns. "IQfi L ' M ' -L V \J ji pacific spirit. rFHE Spirit like a peaceful dove -*■ Flies from the realms of noise and strife : "Why should we vex and grieve his love. Who seals our souls to heavenly life ? 2 Tender and kind be all our thoughts, Through all our lives let mercy run : So God forgives our numerous faults, For the dear sake of Christ, his Son. AND VIRTUES. 14c Resignation, 107 C ' M - L v * Yielding all to God. r\ LORD, my best desires fulfil, " And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine ! 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears ? 8 No ! let me rather freely yield What most I prize to thee. Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me. 4 Thy favour all my journey through Thou art engaged to grant : What else I want, or think I do, : Tis better still to want. 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both ? A poor blind creature of a day. And crush'd before the moth. G But. ah ! my inmost spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway ; Else the next cloud that veils my skies Drives all these thoughts away. 1 Qfi c - * J- fJ kj Thou shalt choose our inheritance, A UTIIOR of good, to thee we turn: •^ Thine ever-wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply. 14G GRACES let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide : That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside. 2 And, 0, by error's force subdued, Since oft, with stubborn will, iVe blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill, — Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply : The good we ask not, Father, grant — The ill we ask, deny. 199 C. M. It is the Lord. TT is the Lord — enthroned in light, ■*■ Whose claims are all divine, Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 2 It is the Lord — should I distrust, Or contradict his will, Who cannot do but what is just, And must be righteous still ? 8 It is the Lord — who can sustain Beneath the heaviest load : From whom assistance I obtain To tread the thorny road. 4 It is the Lord — whose matchless skill Can from afflictions raise Matter eternity to fill With ever-growing praise. 5 And can my soul with hopes like these Be sullen, or repine ? No, gracious God ! take what thou please, To thee I all resign. AND VIRTUES. 147 ?00 CM •*" V J/V 71771*3 (7rf 27i 7/ty ^flflC?. "jV TY times of sorrow and of joy, •***■ Great God I are in thy hand : My choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command. 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, Yet would I not repine : Before they were possess'd by me, They were entirely thine. 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness In thee, and thee alone 4 "What is the world with all its store ? ? Tis but a bitter sweet: TVhen I attempt to pluck the rose, A pricking thorn I meet. 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mixed with gall : Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be thou mv all in all. 201 3. M. Ttiy will be done. "\|"OST gracious God, reveal -*-*-*• Thy will concerning me : "SVhate'er I do— -whate'er I feel, I follow thy decree. 2 The counsels of thy love Be on my heart impress'd, It then shall at thy bidding move, And at thy bidding rest. 3 Father, thy will be done! To thee I all resign: 148 GRACES The sole disposer of thine own, Dispose of me and mine. 4 At thy command, I go, Or quietly attend, Till all my rests and toils below In rest eternal end. 909 8 ' 8 ' 6 ' L\J±j Thy icill be done. TDATHER, thy will, not mine be done! -V So pray'd on earth thy suffering Son, So in his name I pray : The spirit fails, the flesh is weak, Thy help in agony I seek, take this cup away ! 2 If such be not thy sovereign will, Thy wiser purpose then fulfil, My wishes I resign : Into thy hands my soul commend, On thee for life or death depend: Thy will be done, not mine. 202 c ' M . . 6J\J •_) Prayer for submission. T^ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss -*■ Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise : — 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free : The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend : Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. AND VIRTUES. 149 ftmcttttg anli jcofirictg. 2(U L * M a^v j: The upright man. |_|OW happy is lie born and taught, -*-*■ Who serveth not another's will : Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! 2 Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied to this vain world by care Of public fame, or private breath : 3 Who hath his life from rumours freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreat : Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great : 4 Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend: Whose heart, as open as the day. Fears not to call his God his friend 5 This man is free from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, He, having nothing, yet hath all. C. M. I hate and abhor lying. ET those who bear the Christian name, 205 Their holy vows fulfil : The saints, the followers of the Lamb, Are men of honour still. 2 True to the solemn oaths they take, Though to their hurt they swear, 150 GRACES Constant and just to all they speak, For God and angels hear. 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, Nor nattering words devise : They know the God of truth can see Through every false disguise. 4 They hate th' appearance of a lie, In all the shapes it wears : Firm to their truth; and when they die, Eternal life is theirs. on n . C. M. £i\J\J Truth in the inward parts. f~^ OD is a Spirit just and wise, " He sees our inmost mind : In vain to heaven we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honour can appear, The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground ; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere : Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. OAH L.M. — v 6 fir t as fools, but as wise. BEHOLD the sons, the heirs of God, So dearly bought with Jesus' blood! Are they not born to heavenly joys, And shall they stoop to earthly toys? AND VIRTUES. 151 Can laughter feed tli* immortal mind? ere spirits of celestial kind lade for a jest, for sport and play — . o wear out time, and waste the day ? Doth vain discourse or empty mirth Tell suit the honours of their birth ? hall they be fond of gay attire, rhich children love and fools admire ? Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher, ouch our vain souls with sacred fire, hen with a heaven-directed eye, Ve'll pass these glittering trifles by. We'll look on all the toys below Vith such disdain as angels do : uid wait the call that bids us rise ?o mansions promised in the skies. 208 ZeaL C. M. True zeal eon h false. yEAL is that pure and heavenly flame P 1 The fire of love supplies : flThile that which often bears the name Is self in a disguise. 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear : rhe false is headstrong, fierce, and wild, And breathes revenge and war. 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms. He knows the worth of peace : But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase. i Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, Its end is satisfied, 162 GRACES If sinners love the Saviour's name; Nor seeks it aught beside. 5 But self, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view ; And says, as boasting Jehu cried, " Come, see what I can do !" 6 Self may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here ; But zeal the best applause will gain When Jesus shall appear. 7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, And from our hearts remove ; And let no zeal by us be shown, But that which springs from love. 209 C. M. Religion. ■pELIGION is the chief concern -" Of mortals here below : May I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know ! 2 More needful this than glittering wealt Or aught the world bestows ; Nor reputation, food, or health Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage Amidst our youthful bloom: 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 4 may my heart, by grace renew'd, Be my Redeemer's throne ; And be my stubborn will subdued, His government to own ! 6 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be join'd with godly fear: AND VIRTUES. 153 And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 6 Preserve me from the snares of sin Through my remaining days : And in me let each virtue shine To my Redeemer's praise. 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire : Let -warm affections rise ; And may I wait v\'ith strong desire To mount above the skies ! 210 L. M. The beatitudes.— Matt. v. 2-12. "DLESS'D are the humble souls that see -*-* Their emptiness and poverty : Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Bless" d are the men of broken heart, "Who mourn for sin with inward smart : The blood of Christ divinely flows A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war: God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Bless'd are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness : They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Bless'd are the men whose bowels move lAnd melt with sympathy and love : From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin : 154 GRACES With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. 7 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife, They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 8 Bless'd are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake : Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward. mSix 7s. Exemplary piety. T^ANIEL'S wisdom may I know, •*-J Stephen's faith and spirit show, John's divine communion feel, Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal : Run like the unwearied Paul, Win the day and conquer all. 2 Mary's love may I possess, Lydia's tender-heartedness, Peter's ardent spirit feel, James's faith by works reveal : Like young Timothy, may I Every sinful passion fly. 8 Job's submission may I show, David's true devotion know: Samuel's call, may I hear, Lazarus' happy portion share : Let Isaiah's h allow' d 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 meditating heart, Abrah'm's friendship may I prove, Faithful to the God of love. AXD VIRTUES. 155 5 Most of all, may I pursue That example Jesus drew : By my life and conduct show How he lived and walk'd belcw : Day by day. through grace restored, Imitate mv blessed Lord. 212 L. 11 The Christian. U ONOUB and happiness unite -"-*- To make the Christian's name a praiss ! How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days ! 2 A kingly character he bears : No change his priestly office knows : Unfading is the crown he wears : His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, Salvation shines upon his face: His robe is of th' ethereal dye — His steps are dignity and grace. 4 Inferior honours he disdains. Nor stoops to take applause from earth . The King of kings himself maintains Th' expenses of his heavenly birth. 5 The noblest creature seen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above, God gives him all he can bestow — His kingdom of eternal love ! 6 My soul is ravislf d at the thought ! Methinks from earth I see him rise : Angels congratulate his lot. And shout him welcome to the skies ! 156 TEMPTATIONS SECTION VI. TEMPTATIONS AND TRIALS. O ~| 9 L - M - ^ ■*■ ^ As thy day, thy strength shall be. A FFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, -^ Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear: His faithful word declares to thee, That " as thy day, thy strength shall be." 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee, For " as thy day, thy strength shall be." 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name : In fiery trials thou shalt see, That " as thy day, thy strength shall be." 4 When call'd by Him to bear the cross, Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss, Or deep distress and poverty, Still " as thy day, thy strength shall be." 5 AVhen death at length appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue : He'll come to set thy spirit free, And " as thy day, thy strength shall be." 914. LM Aj X tt Trial of Abraham. O AINTS, at your heavenly Father's word, ^ Give up your comforts to the Lord : He will restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. ASD TRIALS. 157 2 So Abrah'm with obedient hand Led forth his son, at God's command : The wood, the lire, the knife he took, His arm prepared the dreadful stroke. 3 ''Abrah'm, forbear," the angel cried, " Thy faith is known, thy love is tried : Thy son shall live, and in thy seed Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed." 4 Just in the last distressing hour, The Lord displays delivering power : The mount of danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace. 215 L. M. The Christian warfare. A WAKE, my soul, lift up thine eyes, -^- See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host : Awake, my soul, or thou art lost. 2 Here giant danger threatening stands, Mustering his pale, terrific bands : There, pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captives led. 3 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage : The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round : Beware of all: guard every part, But most, the traitor in thy heart. 5 Come then, my soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield : Put on the armour from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love 158 TEMPTATIONS 6 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth and powers of hell ■ The Man of Calvary triumph'd here, Why should his faithful followers fear ! 216 L. M. The Christian warfare. O TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, ^ And gird the gospel armour on : March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquished foes : Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sang the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate : There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace : While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. m H S. M. ^ J- 4 The conflict ]Y/T"Y soul, be on thy guard, ■*-*-*- Ten thousand foes arise : The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 watch, and fight, and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er: Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. AND TRIALS. 159 3 Ne'er think the victory won. Nor lay thine armour down : Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain the crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God: He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode. 218 7. ft Christian soldiir. pHKISTlAX soldier, seize thy sword. ^- Seek the field and take thy station ! Prince Messiah gives the word. Captain of the saints' salvation. 2 Strong the weapons thou must wield, Stern the warfare thou art waging : . Bind the helmet, bear the shield. ' Hell's beleaguering hosts engaging. 3 Lo, the battle is begun ! Lo, Immanuel's troops in motion! Some the prize have nearly won. Some already seize their portion. 4 Hear ye not the victor's song ? Hear ye not the captive's crying? Shout! Jehovah's arm is strong: Shout ! the alien foe is flying. 5 See the crimson banners wave ! Hear the chariot's rolling thunder ! Christ the conquer'd world shall save, Cleave Apollyon's throne asunder. 6 Lo. the ransom'd marching home ! Anthems loud and palms victorious: Satan conquer'd, death o'ercome. Crowns secured and mansions glorious. 160 TEMPTATIONS 9-.Q 9,5,8. Ld X O ph e Christian pilgrim. A STRANGER, dejected and weary, ^-^- In exile I roam, Through deserts all darksome and dreary In quest of my home ■ For there is my heart arid my treasure, And there I shall rest before long, My pain all exchanging for pleasure, My sorrow forgetting in song. 2 The friends that I love have departed, And left me alone : Sore burden'd and half broken-hearted, I sigh to be gone : My spirit with ardent endeavour Pursues to that heavenly shore, Where saints shall be seraphs for ever, And friends shall be parted no more. 3 Jesus, if still thou dost love me, Who for me hast died, In pity make haste to remove me, And seat by thy side: To gaze on the Saviour that bought me. Or lean on the bosom that bled. And sing of the mercy that taught me To live by the life thou hast shed. 290 8 ' 7 ' ±j*j\j The Christian pilgrim. T EAD us, heavenly Father, lead us, -^ O'er the world's tempestuous sea: Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee, Yet possessing every blessing, If our God our Father be. AND TRIALS. 161 2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us, All our weakness thou dost know : Thou didst tread this earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest wo : Lone and dreary, faint and weary, Through the desert thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God, descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,. Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy ; Thus provided, pardon'd, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. mL. M. The storm. r THE billows swell, the winds are high. ■*- Clouds overcast my wintry sky : Out of the depths to thee I call. iiy fears are great, my strength is small. 2 Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm : Defend me from each threatening ill, Control the waves: say, •' Peace, be still." 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on thee : Thy constant love, thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Dangers of every shape and name Attend the followers of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more. 5 Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck. My Saviour through the floods I seek* Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back mv shatter'd bark aeain. 102 TEMPTATION: 999 us. mm mm mm Tkt \ C\ ZION ! afflicted -with wave upon wave, ^' Whom no n: mfort, whom no man can - With darkness surrounded, by sorrow dis- may _ thy strength 2 Loud . I billows nigh :ver- Wh-r tilinl's the rits at the helm: thee, his ] ~->r thee defe:- Is, In BSi in mercy he i; My promise, my truth, are they ligl thin : eye* Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall bI Throng tossings IT. bring thee U ; 4 Forget thee, I will not! then cease to com- plain : Engl bvc 1 : n my heart thou dost ever remain : The | .. I ^ee The wonnde I i mffering for thee. 5 I feel at my heart all thy sighs in D 5 . F:r U a me. my flesh in bor.— In all thy pain ; AKD TRIALS. 163 6 Then trust me, and fear not, thy life is secure. My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power : In love I correct thee — thee thus to refine, — To make thee at length in my likeness to shine. r? noq Six 7s. ~-^0 Christ our exa ' ring, f~^ O to dark Gethsemane, ^-* Ye who feel the tempter's power: Tour Redeemer's conflict see: Watch with him one bitter hour Turn not from his griefs away : Learn from him to watch and pray. 2 See him at the judgment-hall, Beaten, bound, reviled, arraign'd: See him meekly bearing all ! Love to man his soul sustain'd! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss : Learn of Christ to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain view; There the Lord of glory see, Made a sacrifice for you, Dying on th' accursed tree : "It is finish'd, v hear him cry : Trust in Christ and learn to die. 4 Early to the tomb repair, Where they laid his breathless clay : Angels kept their vigils there : Who hath taken him away ? "Christ is risen!'' he seeks the skies: Saviour ! teach us so to rise. ■T).} A 8,6,4. — "— "± Ha II o w th is grief. "T7ATHER. who in the olive shade, *■ When the dark hour came on, 164 TEMPTATIONS Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid, Strengthen thy Son. — 0, by the anguish of that night, Send us down blest relief; Or, to the chasten'd, let thy might Hallow this grief. 2 And thou, that, when the starry sky Saw the dread strife begun, Didst teach adoring faith to cry, "Thy will be done," — By thy meek spirit, thou, of all That e'er have mourn'd the chief, Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall, Hallow this grief. 225 Joy of grief. TTOW happy the sorrowful man, -"■ "Whose sorrow is sent from above I Indulged with a visit of pain, Chastised by omnipotent love: The Author of all his distress He comes by affliction to know, And God he in heaven shall bless That ever he suifer'd below. 2 Thus, thus may I happily grieve, And bear the intent of his rod, The marks of adoption receive, The strokes of a merciful God : With nearer access to his throne, My burden of folly confess, The cause of my miseries own, And cry for an answer of peace. 3 Father of mercies, on me, On me, in affliction bestow, A power of applying to thee — A sanctified use of my wo : AHD TRIALS. 165 I would, in a spirit of prayer, To all thy appointments submit, The pledge of my happiness bear, And joyfully die at thy feet. 226 10s & lis. Begone, unbelief. TTEGOXE, unbelief! my Saviour is near, ■*-* And for my relief will surely appear : By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform : With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, ? tis his to provide: Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 3 His love, in time past, forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink : Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through. 4 Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain ? — he told me no less : The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, Which he drank quite up, that sinners might live ! His way was much rougher and darker than mine : Did Christ, myLord, suffer, and shall I repine ? 166 TEMPTATIONS 6 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine food : Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, how pleasant the conqueror's song ! 227 8, 8, 8. Jesus, my all. TITHY should I fear the darkest hour, " " Or tremble at the tempter's power t Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. Though hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either flee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield ? 2 When creature-comforts fade and die, Worldlings may weep ; but why should I ? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh. Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread. 3 I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied ; But Jesus knows, and will provide. Against me, earth and hell combine ; But on my side is power divine : Jesus is all, and he is mine. 298 c. m. ~**0 Jonah's gourd. i^UR joy is a created good : ^ How soon it fades away ! Fades — at the morning hour bestow'd— Before the noon of day. 2 Joy, by its violent excess, To certain ruin tends, AND TRIALS. 167 And all our rapturous happiness In hasty sorrow ends. 3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford A momentary shade : It rises like the prophet's gourd, And withers o'er my head. 4 But, of my Saviour's love possess'd, No more for earth I pine : Secure of everlasting rest Beneath the heavenly Vine. 90Q 8,8,6. •^^ t/ [Translated by Cowper.] Joy of the cross. T OXG plunged in sorrow, I resign •■*- J My soul to that dear hand of thine, "Without reserve or fear : That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes, Or into smiles of glad surprise Transform the falling tear. 2 Adieu! ye vain delights of earth, Insipid sports, and childish mirth, I taste no sweets in you : Unknown delights are in the cross, All joy beside to me is dross, And Jesus thought so too. 3 The cross ! ravishment and bliss- - How grateful e'en its anguish is : Its bitterness, how sweet ! There every sense, and all the mind, In all her faculties refined, Taste happiness complete. 4 Jesus, avenger of our fall, Thou faithful lover, above all The cross has ever borne 1 168 TEMPTATIONS tell me — life is in thy voice — How much afflictions were thy choice, And sloth and ease thy scorn ! 5 Thy choice and mine shall be the same, Inspirer of that holy flame, Which must for ever blaze ! To take the cross and follow thee, Where love and duty lead, shall be My portion and my praise. ^U\J Weeping Mary. ~A FARY to her Saviour's tomb -^-*- Hasted at the early dawn : Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved was gone. For a while she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise, Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes. 2 Grief and sighing quickly fled When she heard his welcome voice : Just before, she thought him dead, Now he bids her heart rejoice : What a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day ! You who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away. 8 He who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost, Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-toss'd ; On his word your burden cast, On his love your thoughts employ: Weeping for a while may last, But the morning brings the joy. A^l) TRIALS. 169 2 1 CM +^*J^- Lord, remember vie. C\ THOU from whom all goodness flows, " I lift my soul to thee : In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Lord, remember me. 2 When with an aching, burden'd heart, 1 seek relief of thee, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart : Lord, remember me. 3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see, Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: Lord, remember me. 4 When, in the solemn hour of death, 1 wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath, — Lord, remember me. 5 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Lord, remember me. OQ9 B. M. ^•Jw o th row away thy rod. r\ THROW away thy rod, ^ throw away thy wrath ! My gracious Saviour and my God, take the gentle path ! 2 Thou seest my heart's desire Still unto thee is bent : Still does my longing soul aspire To an entire consent. 3 Not even a word or look Do I approve or own, But by the model of thy book, Thy sacred book alone. 170 TEMPTATIONS 4 Although I fail, I weep, Although I halt in pace, Yet still with trembling steps I creep Unto the throne of grace. 5 then let wrath remove, For love will do the deed : Love will the conquest gain : with love E'en stony hearts will bleed 6 throw away thy rod ! What though man frailties hath ! Thou art my Saviour and my God : throw away thy wrath ! oq Q 8,7. ^•J*J Guide me with thy counsel. C\ ENTLY, Lord, gently lead us " Through this gloomy vale of tears, Through the changes thou'st decreed us, Till our last great change appears. refresh us with thy blessing, refresh us with thy grace : May thy mercies, never ceasing, Fit us for thy dwelling -jolace. 2 When temptation's darts assail us, When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way. 3 In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear ; 4 And when mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest. AND TRIALS. 171 go j C. M. six lines. ~OjZ J£y times are in thy hand. FATHER ! I know that all my life Is portion'd out by thee : The changes that will surely come I do not fear to see ; But ask thee for a patient mind, Intent on pleasing thee. 2 I ask thee for a thankful love, Through constant watchings wise, To meet the glad with cheerful smiles, To wipe the weeping eyes — A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. 3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Searching for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know : 1 would be dealt with as a child, And guided where to go. 4 I ask thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied — A mind to blend with outward life, "While keeping at thy side, Content to fill a little space, So thou be glorified. 90K CM. ~ *-* ** Jacob's prayer. r\ GOD of Abram ! by whose hand " Thy people still are fed — Who, through this weary pilgrimage, Hast all our fathers led ! 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : 172 TEMPTATIONS God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide, Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide ! 4 spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our feet arrive in peace ! 5 Now, with the humble voice of prayer Thy mercy we"ll implore : Then, with the grateful voice of praise Thy goodness we'll adore. 93fi us. ^U\J The Lord's prayer. OUR Father in heaven, we hallow thy name : Thy kingdom, all holy, on earth be the same. give to us daily our portion of bread : It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgression, and teach us to know That humble compassion that pardons each foe. Save us from temptation, from weakness and sin ; And thine be the glory, for ever. Amen. 00^7 L - M - "O i The mercy-seat. T^ROM every stormy wind that blows, ■*- From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. AND TRIALS. 173 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 8 There is a scene 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 heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 6 let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cgld, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mere v- seat ! 238 C. 11 P*. xxiii. 'T'HE Lord's my Shepherd: I'll not want: ■*■ He makes me down to lie In pastures green : he leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul he doth restore again ; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for his own name's sake. 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill : For thou art with me. and thy rod And staff me comfort still. 174 TEMPTATIONS 4 My table thou hast furnished In presence of my foes : My head thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows 6 Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me ; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. 239 lis. Ps. xxiii. HPHE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I ■*■ know : I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest : He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppress'd. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear: Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay: No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread : With blessings unmeasured my cup run- neth o'er : With oil and perfume thou anointest my head — what shall I ask of thy providence more ? AND TRIALS. 175 & Let goodness and mercy, mv bountiful God, Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above : I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love. 24:0 6, 6, G, 6, 8, 8 Ps. xxiii. rpHE Lord my Shepherd is, ■*- And he my soul will keep : He knoweth who are his, And watcheth o'er his sheep Away with every anxious fear ! I cannot want while he is near. 2 His wisdom doth provide The pasture where I feed — Where silent waters glide Along the quiet mead, He leads my feet ; and, when I roam, O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home 3 He leads himself the way His faithful flock should take: Them who his voice obey, His love will ne'er forsake ; And surely truth and mercy will Attend me on my journey still. 4 Let me but feel him near, Death's gloomy pass in view, I'll walk without a fear The shaded valley through : With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care Will guide my steps and guard me there 176 TEMPTATIONS 941 * u :. ** - 1 - ■*- Vs. xxiii. ^J. REEX pastures and clear streams, ^-* Freedom and quiet rest, Christ's flock enjoy, beneath his beams, Or in his shadow, bless'd. 2 The mountain and the vale, Forest and field, they range : The morning dew, the evening gale, Bring health in every change. 3 Secure, amidst alarms, From violence or snares, The lambs he gathers in his arms, And in his bosom bears. 4 The wounded and the -weak He comforts, heals, and binds : The lost he came from heaven to seek, And saves them when he finds. 5 Death may assail ; but death Is vanquish' d in the strife : Their moment of departing breath Begins eternal life. 6 Conflicts and trials done, His glory they behold, Where Jesus and his flock are one — One Shepherd and one fold. 7 When the last trump shall sound, And graves break up their sleep, At his right hand may we be found, Among the chosen sheep. 94.9 7 - 6 - ^ttw Fa. sxTii. 1-3. G OD is my strong salvation: What foe have I to fear ? AND TRIALS. 177 In darkness and temptation, My light, my help is near : Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand : What terror can confound me, With God at my right hand ? 2 Place on the Lord reliance, My soul, with courage wait: His truth be thy affiance When faint and desolate : His might thy heart shall strengthen — His lore thy joy increase : Mercy thy days shall lengthen: — The Lord will give thee peace. 243 L. M. Peace after a storm. YI^HEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, " " And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of tk*e I 3 let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn — That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 178 TEMPTATIONS 5 But, my Lord, one look firm thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine : Thou, therefore, all the praise receive- Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 244 C. M. Peace, be still. T^EAR was within the tossing bark, ■*- When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bow'd ; And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill ; But One was there, who rose and said, To the wild sea, "Be still!" 2 And the wind ceased — it ceased — that word Pass'd through the gloomy sky : The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye ; And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous fall asleep, When death's fierce throes are past 8 Thou, that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood, send thy Spirit forth in power, O'er our dark souls to brood! Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride, Thy mandate to fulfil, Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak, and say, " Peace, be still !" AND TRIALS. 179 e)AK 8,7,8,7,8,8,7,7. £±0 p eac6i be still. /^iNCE, upon the heaving ocean, ^ Rode a bark at evening tide, While the waves in wild commotion Dash'd against the vessel's side Jesus, sleeping on a pillow, Heeded not the raging billow: While the winds were all abroad, Calmly slept the Son of God. 2 In that dark and stormy hour, Fearful ones awaked their Lord : Jesus, by his sovereign power, Calm'd the tempest with a word. On life's dark and restless ocean, Mid the billows' wild commotion, Trembling soul, your Lord is there ' He will make you still his care. 3 Jesus knows your silent weeping, When before his throne you bow : Never, never is he sleeping Where he reigns in glory now. If the world is dark before thee, If the billows, rolling o'er thee, All thy soul with terror fill — Hear him saying, "Peace, be still!" 24:6 8, 7, 6. [Measure of the original.] [Translated by W. M. Bunting. J EirC feste Burg ist unser Gott. A STRONG tower is the Lord our God, -^- To shelter and defend us : Our shield his arm, our sword his rod, Against our foes befriend us : 180 TEMPTATIONS. That ancient enemy — His gathering powers we see, His terrors and his toils, Yet victory, with its spoils, Not earth, but Heaven, shall send us ! 2 'Though wrestling with the wrath of hell, No might of man avail us : Our captain is Immanuel, And angel-comrades hail us ! Still challenge ye his name ? " Christ, in the flesh who came" — " The Lord, the Lord of hosts !" Our cause his succour boasts ; And God shall never fail us ! 3 Though earth by peopling fiends be trod, Embattled all, yet hidden, — And though their proud usurping god O'er thrones and shrines have stridden, — Nay, let them stand rcveal'd, And darken all the field, — We fear not : fall they must ! The Word, wherein we trust, Their triumph hath forbidden. 4 While mighty truth with us remains, Hell's arts shall move us never ; Nor parting friendships, honours, gains. Our love from Jesus sever: They leave us when they part — With him — a peaceful heart ; And when from death we rise, Death yields us, as he dies, The crown of life for ever ! DECLENSIONS. 181 SECTION VII. DECLENSIONS AND REVIVALS. 247 L - M - ^ ■*- • The retrospect. 4~\ WHERE is now that glowing love " That mark'd our union with the Lord? Our hearts were fix'd on things above, Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 Where is the zeal that led us then To make our Saviour's glory known ? That freed us from the fear of men, And kept our eye on him alone ? 3 Where are the happy seasons spent In fellowship with him we loved ? The sacred jo}% the sweet content, The blessedness that then we proved ? 4 Behold, again we turn to thee : cast us not away, though vile : No peace we have, no joy we see, Lord our God, but in thy smile. 24ft C1L ~*-yJ that I were as in months past. ■ C WEET was the time when first I felt ^ The Saviour's pardoning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praises tuned my tongue ; And when the evening shades prevail' d, His love was all my song. 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine ; 182 DECLENSIONS And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 4 Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns ; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 5 My prayers are now an empty noise, For Jesus hides his face : 1 read — the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case. 6 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey : Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail — come without delay. 940 o-m. ~±-*J Inconstajicy. WHY is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day With thee, no more by night. 2 Why should my foolish passions rove ? Where can such sweetness be As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee ? 8 When my forgetful soul renews The savour of thy grace, My heart presumes I cannot lose The relish all my days. 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past, The flattering world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste, And to pollute my joys. 5 Then I repent, and vex my soul That I should leave thee so : AM) REVIVALS. 183 Where will those wild affections roll That let a Saviour go ! 6 Wretch that I am to wander thus In chase of false delight ! Let me be fasten'd to thy cross Rather than lose thy sight. 250 LM ' " " " Inconstancy. rTHE wandering star and fleeting wind -*- Both represent tlr unstable mind : The morning cloud and early dew, Bring our inconstancy to view. 2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star, Faint and imperfect emblems are : Nor can there aught in nature be So fickle and so false as we. 3 Our outward walk, and inward frame, Scarce through a single hour the same, "We vow. and straight our vows forget, And then these very vows repeat. 4 We sin forsake, to sin return — Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn — In deep distress, then raptures feel — We soar to heaven, then sink to hell. 5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess Our folly and unsteadfastness : When shall these hearts more fixed be, Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee ? 251 C ' M - • " *- Inconstancy. TNFINITB Power, eternal Lord, -*- How sovereign is thy hand ! All nature rose t obey thy word, And moves at thv command. 184 DECLEXSIOXS 2 But, ah ! how wide my spirit flies, And wanders from her God ! My soul forgets the heavenly prize, And treads the downward road. 3 Great God, create my soul anew, Conform my heart to thine : Melt down my will and let it flow, And take the mould divine. . 4 Seize my whole frame into thy hand : Here all my powers I bring : Manage the wheels by thy command, And govern every spring. 5 Then shall my feet no more depart, Xor wandering senses rove : Devotion shall be all my heart, And all my passions love. 252 L. M. Languor. TDRAISE to thy name, eternal God, -*- For all the grace thou shedd'st abroad— For all thy influence from above, To warm our souls with sacred love. 2 Bless'd be thy hand which, from the skies Brought down this plant of paradise ; And gave its heavenly glories birth, To deck this wilderness of earth. 3 But why does that celestial flower Open and thrive and shine no more ? "Where are its balmy odours fled? And why reclines its beauteous head ? 4 Too plain, alas ! the languor shows Th' unkindly soil in which it grows, Where the black frost and beating storm Wither and rend its tender form. AXD REVIVALS. 185 5 Unchanging Sun. thy beams display To drive the frost and storms away : Make all thy potent virtues known To cheer a plant so much thine own. 6 And thou, bless'd Spirit, deign to blow Fresh gales of heaven on shrubs below, So shall they grow, and breathe abroad A fragrance grateful to our God. 253 L. Bl At anchor laid. 4 T anchor laid, remote from home, •**- Toiling, I cry. Sweet Spirit, come! Celestial breeze, no longer stay. But swell my sails, and speed my way ! 2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below ; But I can only spread my sail: Thou, thou must breathe tlr auspicious gale 9*4 S.M. •*" * Ingratitude deplored. TS this the kind return ? -*- Are these the thanks we owe ? — Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow ? 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind ! What strange, rebellious wretches we ! And God as strangely kind ! 3 Turn, turn us. mighty God, And mould our souls afresh : Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 186 DECLENSIONS 4 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes ; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. 255 C. M. Ps. exxxvii. /~\H! no, we cannot sing the song " Form'd for Jehovah's praise : Our sorrowing harps refuse their strings To Zion's gladsome lays. They bid us be in mirthful mood, And dry these tears, so sad ; But Judah's hearths are desolate, And how can we be glad ? 2 Silent our harps, o'er Babel's stream, Are hung on willows wet ; And Zion we no more shall see — But can we e'er forget? Jerusalem, thy banish'd ones Prove anguish and regret, But Heaven's own curse shall rest on them If thee they e'er forget. i)Ka °> 8 - LjJ 7s. ^Utfc Refreshing seasons. T ORD of hosts, how lovely fair, -^ E'en on earth thy temples are! Here thy waiting people see Much of heaven and much of thee. 2 From thy gracious presence flows Bliss that softens all our woes, While thy Spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne : Here thou makest thy glories known : Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love and sing thy praise. 192 DECLENSIONS 4 Thus with festive songs of joy, We our happy lives employ : Love, and long to love thee mOre, Till from earth to heaven we soar. 2fi^ L.M. &VO ha. M..3. rPHE Lord shall soon his Zion raise, -*- Her waste and desolate places build, Pour out the Spirit of his grace, And make he* wilds a fruitful field. 2 The barren souls shall be restored, The desert all renew'd shaft rise, Bloom as the garden of the Lord, A fair terrestrial Paradise. 3 Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving, and the voice of praise : The voice of melody shall sound, And every heart be fill'd with grace. ^00 Isa.m. 7. /"\N the mountain's top appearing, " Lo, the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing, Zion long in hostile lands : Mourning captive, God himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful, All thy friends unfaithful proved ? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? Cease thy mourning, Zion still is well beloved. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ! He himself appears thy friend • AND REVIVALS. 193 All thy foes shall flee before thee, Here their boasts and triumphs end : Great deliverance, Zion's King vouchsafes to send. O Ct T * 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. ^0< ha. lx. 1-3. C\ ZIONj tune thy voice, ^ And raise thy hands on high, Tell all the earth thy joys, And 1 oast salvation nigh. Cheerful in God, Arise and shine, While rays divine Stream all abroad. 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade: His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head. The nations round Thy form shall view, With lustre new Divinely crowned. 3 In honour to his name, Reflect that sacred light ; And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright: Pursue his praise, Till sovereign love In worlds above The glory raise. 4 There on his holy hill A brighter sun shall rise, And with his radiance fill Those fairer, purer skies : While round his throne, Ten thousand stars, In nobler spheres, His influence own. CM. Luke xv. 10. 268 f\ HOW divine, how sweet the joy, " When but one sinner turns, 7 194 REVIVALS. And with an humble, broken heart, His sins and errors mourns! 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below In songs their tongues employ ; Beyond the skies the tidings go^ And heaven is filled with joy. 8 Well pleased, the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan : Jesus receives him in his arms, And claims him for his own. 4 Nor angels can their joy contain, But kindle with new fire : "The sinner lost is found/' they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. 2fiQ 10,1L ~\J O Miracles of grace. T ET all men rejoice, by Jesus restored, ■" We lift up our voice, and call him our Lord : His joy is to bless us, and free us from thrall, From all that oppress us, he rescues us all. 2 No matter how dull the scholar whom he Takes into his school, and gives him to see, A wonderful fashion of teaching he hath, And wise to salvation he makes us through faith. 3 The wayfaring men, though fools, shall not stray, His method so plain, so easy the way: The simplest believer his promise may prove, And drink of the river of Jesus's love. 4 Poor outcasts of men. whose souls are despised And left with disdain, by Jesus are prized: His gracious creation in us he makes known, And brin trs us salvation and calls us his own. MISSIONS. 195 SECTION VIII. MISSIONS. 2H r\ 6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6. 4. i " Departure of missionaries. COUND, sound the truth abroad! ^ Bear ye the word of God Through the wide world: Tell what our Lord has done : Tell how the day is won, And from his lofty throne Satan is hurl'd. 2 Far over sea and land, : Tis our Lord's own command, Bear ye his name : Bear it to every shore, Regions unknown explore, Enter at every door — Silence is shame. 3 Speed on the wings of love ! Jesus, who reigns above, Bids us to fly : They who his message bear Should neither doubt nor fear? He will their friend appear : He will be nigh. 4 When on the mighty deep, He will their spirits keep, Stay"d on his word : When in a foreign land, No other friend at hand, Jesus will by them stand — Jesus, their Lord 196 missions. 5 Ye who, forsaking all. At your loved Master's call Comforts resign : Soon will your work be done, Soon will the prize be won : Brighter than yonder sun, Then shall ye shine. 9*7 1 "' 6 * _ I _L Departure of missionaries, "DOLL on, thou mighty ocean! -■-*■' And as thy billows flow, Bear messengers of mercy To every land below. Arise, ye gales ! and waft them Safe to the destined shore : That man may sit in darkness, And death's black shade, no more. 2 thou Eternal Ruler ! Who holdest in thine arm The tempests of the ocean. Protect them from all harm ! Thy presence e ? er be with them, Wherever they may be : Though far from us who love them, Still let them be with thee. 272 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. Miss io n a ry ' s fa re well. VES, 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 ! MISSIONS. 197 Happy home ! 'tis sure I love thee ! Can I — can I say — Farewell ! Can I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell? 3 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. 5 In the deserts let me labour, On the mountains let me tell, How he died — the blessed Saviour — To redeem a world from hell ! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell. 6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean : Let the winds my canvas swell — Heaves my heart with warm emotion, "While I go far hence to dwell. Glad I bid thee, Native land, Farewell ! Farewell ! 97 Q LM - & m tM Prayer for Israel. A RISE, great God, and let thy grace -^ Shed its glad beams on Jacob's race: Restore the long lost, scatter'd band, And call them to their native land. 2 Their misery let thy mercy heal, Their trespass hide, their pardon seal : 198 MISSIONS. God of Israel hear our prayer, And grant them still our love to share. 3 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove The sad suspension of thy love ? Say, shall thy wrath perpetual burn ? And wilt thou ne'er, appeased, return ? 4 Thy quickening Spirit now impart, And wake to joy each grateful heart, While Israel's rescued tribes in thee Their bliss and full salvation see. m7,6. The salvation of Israel. r\ THAT the Lord's salvation ^S Were out of Zion come, To heal his ancient nation, To lead his outcasts home ! 2 How long the holy city Shall heathen feet profane? Return, Lord, in pity, Rebuild her walls again. 3 Let fall thy rod of terror, Thy saving grace impart : Roll back the veil of error, Release the fetter' d heart. 4 Let Israel, home returning, Her lost Messiah see : Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind thy church to thee. O/rr 6,6,6,6,8,8. — i O Prayer for the heathen. RISE, Sun of glory, rise, And chase the shades of night, Which now obscure the skies, And hide thy sacred light : MISSION?. 199 chase those dismal shades away, And briDg the bright, millennial day. 2 Now send thy Spirit down On all the nations. Lord. With great success to crown The preaching of thy word : That heathen lands may own thy sway, And cast their idol-gods away. 3 Then shall thy kingdom come Among our fallen race. And all die earth become The temple of thy grace : Whence pure devotion shall ascend, And songs of praise, till time shall end. w ' Q Light for the world. MA HAT is the world ? A wildering maze. " " Where sin hath track'd ten thousand ways, Her victims to ensnare : All broad, and winding, and aslope, All tempting with perfidious hope. All ending in despair. 2 Millions of pilgrims throng those roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads Down to eternal night : One only path that never bends. Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends From darkness into light. 3 Is there a guide to show that path? The Bible ! — He alone who hath The Bible need not stray : Yet he who hath, and will not give That heavenly guide to all that live, Himself shall lose the way. 200 MISSIONS 277 aM - ~ • • Outpouring of the Spirit. CPIRIT of power and might, behold ^ A world by sin destroyed : Creator, Spirit, as of old, Move on the formless void. 2 Give thou the word : that healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crown'd, Bring forth the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning-stars for joy When nature rose to view, What strains will angel-harps employ When thou shalt all renew ! 4 And if the sons of God rejoice To hear a Saviour's name, How will the ransom'd raise their voice, To whom that Saviour came ! 5 Lo! every kindred, tongue, and tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To sovereign love alone. 278 6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4. Let there be light. rPHOU, whose almighty word -*- Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, " Let there be light." 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing. Healing and sight — MISSIONS. 20] Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind — 0, now to all mankind "Let there be light." 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, Holy Dove, Speed forth thy flight : Move on the waters' face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in eartlrs darkest place "Let there be light." 27Q L - M - u % %J Thy kingdom come. A SCEND thy throne, almighty King, -^ And spread thy glories all abroad: Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humole mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord : Let saints and angels praise thy name, Be thou through heaven and earth adored 980 S,M ' *• O U Ps. cxvii. 'T'HY name, almighty Lord, -*- Shall sound through distant lands Great is thy grace, and sure thy word: Thy truth for ever stands. 2 Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, — Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more. 202 MISSIONS. 981 CM ' ^OI Isa. lv. 12, 13. \ TESSIAH ! at thy glad approach, ^*- The howling wilds are still : Thy praises fill the lonely waste, And breathe from every hill. 2 The hidden fountains, at thy call, Their sacred stores unlock : Loud in the desert, sudden streams Burst living from the rock. 3 The incense of the spring ascends Upon the morning gale : Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, The lilies of the vale. 4 Renew'd, the earth a robe of light, A robe of beauty wears ; And in new heavens a brighter Sun Leads on the promised years. 5 Let Israel to the Prince of peace The loud hosanna sing : With hallelujahs and with hymns, Zion, hail thy King. 282 Gs. [Tranalated by Messenger.] " Die asche." TDLUNG to the heedless winds, - 1 - Or on the waters cast, The martyr's ashes, watch'd, Shall gather'd be at last ; And from that scatter'd dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. 2 Jesus hath now received Their latest living breath, — MISSIONS. 203 Yet vain is Satan's boast Of victory in their death : Still, still, though dead they speak, And trumpet-tongued proclaim, To many a wakening land, The one availing Name. 283 6,8. Morn of Ziori' s glory IV TORN of Zion's glory— -^-^ Brightly thou art breaking, Holy joys thy light is waking, Morn of Zion's glory. Ancient saints foretold thee, Seraph-angels glad behold thee : Far and wide, See them glide: Streams of rich salvation Flow to every nation. 2 Morn of Zion's glory — Every human dwelling With thy notes of joy is swelling; Morn of Zion's glory. Distant hills are ringing, Echo'd voices sweet are singing: Haste thee on Like the sun, Paths of splendour tracing, Heathen midnight chasing. 3 Morn of Zion's glory — Now the night is riven : Now the star is high in heaven, Morn of Zion's glory. Joyful hearts are bounding, Hallelujahs now are sounding: Peace with men Dwells again \ Jesus reigns for ever ! Jesus reigns for ever ! 204 MISSIONS. 984- 7 ' 6 - ~* 6 - *d u \n Th e leaves around me falling. T^HE leaves around me falling -*- Are preaching of decay : The hollow winds are calling, Come, pilgrim, come away. The day, in night declining, Says I too must decline : The year its bloom resigning, Its lot foreshadows mine. 2 The light my path surrounding, The loves to which I cling, The hopes within me bounding, The joys that round me wing,— AND ETERNITY. 211 All, all, like stars at even, Just gleam and shoot away. Pass on before to heaven. And chide at my delay. 3 The friends gone there before me Are calling from on high, And happy angels o'er me Tempt sweetly to the sky : Why wait, they say. and wither Mid scenes of death and sin? rise to glory, hither, And find true life begin. 4 I hear the invitation, And fain would rise and come, A sinner to salvation. An exile to his home. But while I here must linger, Thus. thus, let all I see Point on, with faithful linger, To heaven, Lord, and thee ! £j\jU Eternity near. "PTERNITY is just at hand, ■" And shall I waste my ebbing sand ; And careless view departing day. And throw my inch of time away ? 2 Eternity! tremendous sound! To guilty souls a dreadful wound! But ! if Christ and heaven be mine, How sweet the accents, how divine! 3 Be this my chief, my only care. My high pursuit, my ardent prayer: An interest in the Saviour's blood, My pardon seal'd. and peace with God. 212 DEATH 4 Search, Lord, search my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart: From guilt and error set me free, And guide me safe to heaven and thee £J\) Flight of time. C WIFT as the arrow cuts its way ^ Through the soft yielding air, Or as the sun's more subtle ray, Or lightning's sudden glare : Or as an eagle to the prey, Or shuttle through the loom, So haste our fleeting lives away, So pass we to the tomb. 2 Like airy bubbles, lo ! we rise, And dance upon life's stream: Till soon the air that caused, destroys Th' attenuated frame. Down the swift stream we glide apace, And carry death within : Then break, and scarcely leave a trace To show that we have been. 3 The man, the wisest of our kind, Who length of days had seen, To birth and death a time assign' d, But none to life between : Yet what consequences close This transient state below ! Eternal joys; or, losing those, Interminable wo ! 9QT S - M - ** ' O • Balaam's tcish. TTOVY blest the righteous are, -*--*- When they resign their breath! No wonder Balaam wish'd to share In such a happy death. AND ETERNITY. 213 2 "0 let me die," said he, 11 The death the righteous do : When life is ended, let me be Found with the faithful few." 3 The force of truth, how great, When enemies confess : None but the righteous whom they hate A solid hope possess. 4 But Balaam's wish was vain, Hisgheart was insincere : He thirsted for unrighteous gain, And sought a portion here. o May we, Lord most high, Warning from hence receive : If like the righteous we would die, To choose the life thev live. 298 S. M. Peaceful death. OFOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord ! be, like theirs, my last repose, Like theirs my last reward ! 2 Their bodies in the ground In silent hope may lie, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound Shall call them to the sky. 8 Their ransom'd spirits soar, On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above. 4 With us their names shall live Through long succeeding years, Embalm'd with all our hearts can give, Our praises and our tears. 214 DEATH 5 for th ? death of those, Who slumber in the Lord ! be, like theirs, my. last repose, Like theirs my last reward! 299 Ps. xxiv. 3-6. WHO, Lord, when life is o'er, Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar ? Who, an ever-welcome guest, * In thy holy place shall rest ? 2 He whose heart thy love has warm'd : He whose will, to thine conform'd, Bids his life unsullied run : He whose words and thoughts are one : 3 He who shuns the sinner's road, Loving those who love their God ; Who, with hope and faith unfeign'd, Treads the path by thee ordain'd: 4 He who trusts in Christ alone — Not in aught himself has done : He, great God, shall be thy care, And thy choicest blessing share. Qf)0 8,8,8,4. ** u u The pilgrim's rest. rPHERE is a calm for those who weep, -*- A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. 2 The storm that wrecks the wintry sky Xo more disturbs their deep repose. Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. AND ETERNITY. 215 3 Now, traveller in the vale of tears, To realms of everlasting light, Through time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. 4 The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day. 01 CM. *J\J 1. Happy death. TTTTHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, * » My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God, at thy command : 2 "When weeping friends surround my bed, And close my sightless eyes : W T hen, shatter' d by the weight of years, This broken body lies : 8 When every long-loved scene of life Stands ready to depart: When the last sigh that shakes the frame Shall rend this bursting heart : — 4 thou great Source of joy supreme, W T hose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave ! 5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand Beneath my sinking head ; And, with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed ! o Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, May I resign my breath '. And, in thy fond embraces, lose " The bitterness of death !" 216 DEATH 30 mm T'n Christian t death. \ > as, the rose -^ - _ to the grave our brother g -ilence there to rest. N : more with us his tuneful voice The hymn of praise shall swell : H : more his cheerful heart re; i When peak the S :ath-belL - V - Am He utters in his £ - ear I--.T :■■-;; .-:::.- ~ -_♦. — Xo more we'll mourn the absent friend, B at er, end I . 308 nPHLNK vrho fondly lang -*- the grave of those you I Whfl throb with anguish, !Fhey are singing hymns a" While your silem J**£ Lonely through nights deepening shade, Glory's 1 ! test beams are pla; Round the happy Christian's head. 2 Light and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most L:_ In hifl gloriou3 presence living. They shall never, never die. r - se to Isngpil -r the grave of those you 1 Pain, snd death, and night, and angm Enter not the world ■:.' AND ETERNITY. 217 •Jvl "Yf""HY lament the Christian dying ! * " Why indulge in tears or gloom? Calmly on the Lord re. He can greet the opening tomb : Though for him thy soul is mourning, Though with grief thy heart is riven — While his flesh to dust is turning. All hie i:h heaven. _ S sues seraphic, high, and glorious, X/.v forbid his longer stay: See him rise o'er death victorious — Angel him away. ■n harps are rin_\ nda unearthly fill his ear: Millions, now in heaven singing, Greet his joyful entrance there. OAK I- M. u u o A SLEEP in Jt - •*^- From which none ever w ikef :: weep — A calm and undisturb'd rev L'nbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus ! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet ! With holy confidence to sing That death has lost his venom"" d sting! - ! peaceful king is supremely blest : Nc fc -hall dim that hour. That manifests the Saviour's rower. 9! for me ssfdl refuge be : Securely sn And wait the summons from on high. 218 DEATH 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space Affects this precious hiding-place : On Indian plains or Lapland snows Believers find the same repose. 6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be , But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 306 C. M. 1 Thess. iv. 13, 14. HPAKE comfort, Christians, when your friends ■*■ In Jesus fall asleep : Their better being never ends : Then why dejected weep? Why inconsolable, as those To whom no hope is given? Death is the messenger of peace, And calls the soul to heaven. 2 As Jesus died, and rose again, Victorious from the dead, So his disciples rise and reign "With their triumphant Head. The time draws nigh when, from the clouds, Christ shall with shouts descend, And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend. 3 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake : The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundation shake : The saints of God, from death set free, . With joy shall mount on high : The heavenly hosts, with praises loud, Shall meet them in the sky. AND ETERNITY. 219 4 Together, to their Father's house. With joyful hearts they go. And dwell for ever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of wo. A few short years of evil past, We reach the happy shore, Where death-divided friends, at last, Shall meet to part no more. 307 6, 5. Funeral dirge. TTARK to the solemn bell, -"- Mournfully pealing ! What do its wailings tell, On the ear stealing ? Seem they not thus to say, Loved ones have pass'd away ? Ashes with ashes lay : List to its pealing. 2 Earth is all vanity, False as 'tis fleeting : Grief is in all its joy, Smiles with tears meeting : Youth's brightest hopes decay, Pass like morn's gems away, Too fair on earth to stay, Where all is fleeting. 3 When, in their lonely bed, Loved ones are lying : W r hen joyful wings are spread, To heaven flying : — Would we to sin and pain Call back their souls again. Weave round their hearts the chain Sever d in dying ? 220 DEATH 4 No, dearest Jesus, no ! To thee, their Saviour, Let their free spirits go, Ransom'd for ever : Heirs of unending joy, Theirs is the victory : Thine let the glory be, Now and for ever. O AO C. M. ti v O Requiem. piALM, on the bosom of thy God, ^ J Fair spirit, rest thee now ! E'en while on earth thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow ! 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die. QOQ 6s 0\J O Go to thy rest, my child. f"\ to thy rest, my child : ^~* Go to thy dreamless bed, Gentle, and meek, and mild, With blessings on thy head : Fresh roses in thy hand, Buds on thy pillow laid, Haste from this fearful land, Where flowers so quickly fade. 2 Before thy heart might learn In waywardness to stray : Before thy feet could turn The dark and downward way : Ere sin might wound thy heart, Or sorrow wake the tear, Rise to thy home of rest In yon celestial sphere. AND ETERNITY. 221 3 Because thy smile was fair, Thy lips and eyes so bright : Because thy cradle care Was such a fond delight : — Shall, love, with weak embrace, Thy heavenward flight detain ? No, angel ! seek thy place Amid yon cherub train. q I A 7, G, 8, 6. O -L U Gone to rest. T3ROTHER, thou art gone to rest ! -*^ We will not weep for thee ; For thou art now where oft on earth Thy spirit long'd to be. 2 Brother, thou art gone to rest ! Thine is an early tomb ; But Jesus summon'd thee away: Thy Saviour call'd thee home. 3 Brother, thou art gone to rest ! Thy toils and cares are o'er ; And sorrow, pain, and suffering now Shall ne'er distress thee more. 4 Brother, thou art gone to rest ! Thy sins are all forgiven ; And saints in light have welcomed thee To share the joys of heaven. 6 Brother, thou art gone to rest | And this shall be our prayer — That, when we reach our journey's end, Thy glory we may share. m8, 7, 6. The iceary are at rest, "OROTHER, thou art gone before us, •*-* And thy saintly soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow is unknown 222 DEATH From the burden of the flesh, From care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. 2 The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, And hast borne the heavy load ; But Christ hath taught thy languid feet To reach his blest abode. Thou'rt sleeping now like Lazarus Upon his Father's breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling. And the weary are at rest. 3 Sin can never taint thee now, Nor can doubt thy faith assail ; Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ And the Holy Spirit fail ; And then thou'rt sure to meet the good, On earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. 4 " Earth to earth, and dust to dust" — Thus the minister hath said : We lay the turf above thee now, And seal thy narrow bed ; But thy spirit, brother, soars away, Among the faithful blest, W r here the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. 5 And when the Lord shall summon us, Whom thou hast left behind, May we, untainted by the world, As sure a welcome find ! May each, like thee, depart in peace, To be a glorious guest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest ! AND ETERNITY. 223 • ) l — 2%e summons. tt CPIRIT, leave thy house of clay: ^ Lingering dust, resign thy breath: Spirit, cast thy chains away : Dust, be thou dissolved in death:'* Thus thy guardian angel spoke, As he watch'd thy dying bed: As the bonds of life he broke, And the ransom'd captive fled. 2 ''Prisoner, long detain'd below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome, from a world of wo — Welcome to a land of rest:" Thus thy guardian angel sang, As he bore thy soul on high, While with hallelujahs rang All the region of the sky. 3 Grave, the guardian of our dust, Grave, the treasury of the skies, Every atom of thy trust Rests in hope again to rise: Hark! the judgment trumpet calls — " Soul, rebuild thy house of clay, Immortality thy walls, And eternity thy day." 313 6, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8. The translation. r FHIS place is holy ground : -*- World, with thy cares away ! Silence and darkness reign around ; But, lo ! the break of day : What bright and sudden dawn appears, Co shine upon this scene of tears 1 224 DEATH 2 'Tis not the morning light. That wakes the lark to sing: 'Tis Dot a meteor of the night, Not track of angel's wing: It is an uncreated beam. Like that which shone in Jacob's dream. 3 Eternity and time Meet for a moment here : From earth to heaven, a scale sublime Rested on either sphere. Whose steps a saintly figure I By death's cold hand led home to God. 4 He landed in our view, Midst naming hosts above. Whose ranks stood silent, while he drew Nigh to the throne of love. And meekly took the lowest seat. Yet nearest his Redeemer's feet. 5 Behold the bed of death. This pale and lovely clay ! Heard ye the sob of parting breath ! Mark'd ye the eye's last ray ? No : — life so sweetly ceased to be. It lapsed in immortality. 6 Bury the dead — and weep In stillness o'er the Loss: Bury the dead: — in Christ they sleep Who bore on earth his cr Be ; And from the grave their dust shall rise. In his o^n image, to the skies. *-> -L~2: 7V; r^urreelion of the body. 'THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger i ■*- path. Amid the deepening gloom, AND ETERNITY. 225 We. soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains, in solitude, Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat. Unheeded, o'er our silent dust. The storms of life shall beat. 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie : For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise T o seek its kindred sky. 5 These ashes too. this little dust. Our Father's care shall keep. Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep. 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays. And the long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. Q1K C M ZJ J- fj 11 OW long shall Death, the tyr; ■"- And triumph o'er the just ? How long the blood of martyrs slain Lie mingled with the dust ? 2 Lo ! I behol I the scattered shades . The dawn of heaven appears : The bright, immortal m _ read? [Is blushes - spheres. 3 I see the Loi 1 >f glory come, And far:::- _- g md : 226 DEATH The skies divide to make him room: The trumpet shakes the ground. 4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" And, lo ! the graves obey ; And waking saints, with joyful eyes, Salute th' expected day. 5 may our humble spirits stand Among them, clothed in white: The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. S16 C. M. O -L U Resurrection of the Christian. 1V/TY faith shall triumph o'er the grave, -*-*-*• And trample on the tombs : My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes : Ere long I know he shall appear, In power and glory great ; And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquish' d at his feet. 2 When God shall stand upon the earth, Him there mine eyes shall see : My flesh shall feel a second birth, And ever with him be. How long, dear Saviour ! how long Shall this bright hour delay ! hasten thine appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day. 317 L. M. Ps. xvi. 8-11. WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong His arm is my almighty prop : Be glad, my heart, — rejoice, my tongue, — My dying flesh shall rest in hope. AND ETERNITY. 2'21 2 Though in the dust I lay ray head. Yet. gracious God. thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey. Shake off the dust and rise on high : Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to thy throne above the sky. 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow, And full discoveries of thy grace ("Which we but tasted here below) Spread heavenly joys through all the place. 01 O s - 7 > s - "■ s - s - "• O A. O Xh t ju dg m en t . p REAT God. what do I see and hear I ^^ The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear. On clouds of glory seated : The trumpet sounds ! the graves restore The dead wnich they contained before : Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding : No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him. 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing. For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing : The day of grace is past and gone : Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet him. 228 DEATH 4 Great God, what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated : Beneath his cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him. 319 11, 12. The judgment. HTHE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll ■*■ in fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire : Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bow'd. 2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are pour'd Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, And there all who the palm-wreaths of vic- tory wear ! 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard : Lo, the deptfrs of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd ! From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, All the vast generations of man are come forth ! " AND ETERNITY. 229 4 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 mercy ! mercy ! look down from above, Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love ! When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven ! 320 8, 8, 6. Appreh ension of judgment. T\rHEX thou, my righteous Judge, shalt * ^ come To take thy ransom'd people home, Shall I among them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But can I bear the piercing thought, What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call ? 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace : Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place, In this th' accepted day : 280 DEATH Thv pardoning voice, let me hear, To still iny unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Let me among thy saints be found, VTheiie'er tlr archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face : Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. DO-l 8, 8, 8. ^ w ^- Dies irce. nPHE day of wrath, that dreadful day, -*- Shall the whole world in ashes lay, As David and the prophets say. The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Shall through the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground. 2 Nature and Death shall, with surprise, Behold the pale offender rise, And view the Judge with conscious eyes. Then shall, with universal dread, The sacred mystic book be read To try the living and the dead. 3 Thou mighty, formidable King, Thou mercy's unexhausted spring, Some comfortable pity bring: Forget not what my ransom cost : Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost, In storms of guilty terror tost. 4 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, "Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Let not those agonies he vain. Thou who wast move 1 with Mary's grief, And by absolving of the thief, Hast given me hope, now give relief. AND ETERNITY. 231 5 Give my exalted soul a place Among thy chosen right-hand race, The sons of God, and heirs of grace. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. 322 < s. Come, Lord Jesus. /^OME, Desire of nations, come ! ^ Hasten, Lord, the general doom! Hear the Spirit and the Bride : Come, and take us to thy side ! 2 Thou, who hast our place prepared, Make us meet for our reward ! Then with all thy saints descend! Then our earthly trials end. 3 Mindful of thy chosen race, Shorten these vindictive days ! "Who for full redemption groan, Hear us now, and save thine own! 4 Xow destroy the man of sin : Now thine ancient flock bring in ! Fill ? d with righteousness divine, Claim a ransom' d world for thine ! 5 Plant thy heavenly kingdom here ! Glorious in thy saints appear : Speak the sacred number seal'd: Speak the mystery reveal'd ! 6 Take to thee thy royal power : Reign, when sin shall be no more : Reign, when death shall no more be : Reign to all eternity. 232 DEATH OLO Ri s i n9 t0 God T^JOW let our souls, on wings sublime, -^ Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting veil, and see The glories of eternity. 2 Born by a new celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth ? Why grasp at transitory toys, So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, When we are walking back to God ? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home. 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large, Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, Is the full heaven enjoy'd above ; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below. Q9J. s M *J~~£ A better country. TDROM Egypt's bondage come, -*~ Where death and darkness reign, We seek a new, a better home, Where we our rest shall gain. 2 There sin and sorrow cease ; And, every conflict o'er, We there shall dwell in endless peace, Ncr thirst nor hunger more. 3 There in celestial strains Enraptured myriads sing ; AND ETERNITY. 233 And love in every bosom reigns, For God himself is King. 4 We hope to join the throng, And soon their pleasure share, And sing the everlasting song With all the ransom' d there. *Jm^O Returning to Zion. (^WR country is Immanuel's ground, ^ We seek that promised soil : The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil. 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, And oft are bathed in tears : Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise, And naught but sin our fears. 3 Our powers are oft dissolved away In ecstasies of love ; And while our bodies wander here Our souls are fix'd above. 4 We purge our mortal dross away, Refining as we run ; But while we die to earth and sense Our heaven is here begun. 32fi 7, 6. *J ** " Looking forward. "pROM every earthly pleasure, -*- From every transient joy, From every mortal treasure That soon will fade and die, — No longer these desiring, — Upwards our wishes tend, To nobler bliss aspiring, And joys that never end. 234 DEATH 2 From every piercing sorrow That heaves our breast to-day, Or threatens us to-rnorrow, Hope turns our eyes away: On wings of faith ascending, We see the land of light, And feel our sorrows ending In infinite delight. 8 ? Tis true we are but strangers And sojourners below : And countless snares and dangers Surround the path we go : Though painful and distressing, Yet there's a rest above ; And onward still we're pressing To reach that land of love. 32 C. M. I Heaven desired. 'T'HE bird let loose in eastern skies, ■*■ When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idler warblers roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay. Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. 2 So grant me. Lord, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To urge my course to thee : No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, My soul, as home she springs — Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thv freedom in her wings. AND ETERNITY. 235 tJwO Longing for heaven. DESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things : 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our Almighty Father's throne ! There sits our Saviour crown' d with light, Clothed in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall : The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. 5 what amazing joys they feel While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King ! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow among them there, And view thy face, and sing, and love? o 9 q c. m. UWt/ Longing for heaven. TUTHER, I long, I faint to see -*- The place of thine abode : I'd leave thy earthly courts and flee Up to thy seat, my God ! 236 DEATH 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight , But to abide in thine embrace Is infinite delight. 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon thy throne : Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen, In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigour in, With wonder and with love. 5 Then at thy feet with awful fear Th' adoring armies fall : With joy they shrink to nothing there Before th' eternal All. 6 There I would vie with all the host In duty and in bliss, While less than nothing I could boast, And vanity confess. 7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes, The humbler I shall lie : Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. 330 Longing for heaven. \/HE angels who stand round the throne, ■■" And view my Immanuel's face, In rapturous songs make him known : Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise- He forni'd you the spirits you are, So happy, so noble, so good : While others sank down in despair, Confirm' d by his power, ye stood. AND ETERNITY. 237 2 Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display, And all his rich mercy repeat : He snatch'd you from hell and the grave, He ransom'd from death and despair : For you he was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. 3 when will the period appear When I shall unite in your song ? I'm weary of lingering here, And I to your Saviour belong. I'm fetter'd and chain'd up in clay : 1 struggle and pant to be free : I long to be soaring away. My God and my Saviour to see. 1 I want to put on my attire, Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb, I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to his name. I want — 0, I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you. Q9 1 ~, C, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7. O O A Longing for heaven. "DURST, ye emerald gates, and bring ■*-* To my raptured vision, All th' ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian : Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies, Sun of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of paradise ! 2 Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him : 238 DEATH Myriads. with supreme delight, Instantly adore him : Angel trumps resound his fame : Lutes, of lucid gold, proclaim All the music of his name : Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four-and-twenty elders rise From their princely station, Shout his glorious victories, Sing his great salvation, Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry, in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy ! holy ! holy One. 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies Seem, methinks, to seize us : Join we, too, the holy lays, Jesus. Jesus, Jesus ! Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung — Jesus — Jesus flow along. 332 Rev. vii. 13-17 M/JlAT are these in bright array ? * " This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Tuning their triumphant song ? — " Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, >~ew dominion every hour." 2 These through fiery trials trod, These from great affliction came: Now, before the throne of God, SeaVd with his eternal name, AND ETERNITY. '239 Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer's might More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, On immortal fruits they feed : Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs, Perfect love dispels their fears ; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away their tears. 333 Heaven. ID ALMS of glory, raiment bright, , •*- Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light, Priests and kings and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne ; And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through his cross alone. 3 Kings, for harps, their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, " Take the kingdom — it is thine, King of kings and Lord of lords. n 4 Round the altar priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness And his blood that made them so. 5 Who were these ? On earth they dwelt, Sinners once of Adam's race ; Guilt and fear and suffering felt. But -were saved by sovereign gracB 240 ' DEATH 6 They were mortal, too, like us : Ah ! when we, like them, shall die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine on high. 334 ( 8. Heaven. TT1GH in yonder realms of light -*-*• Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Tmmanuel's love ! Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torturing pain and heavy wo. 2 Oft the big, unbidden tear, Stealing down the furrow'd cheek, Told, in eloquence sincere, Tales of wo they could not speak. But, these days of weeping o'er, Past this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more, Never, never weep again ! 3 Mid the chorus of the skies, Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark ! their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love f Happy spirits ! ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find, LulPd to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind ! 4 All is tranquil and serene, Calm and undisturb'd repose, There no cloud can intervene, There no angry tempest blows ! AND ETERNITY. 241 Every tear is wiped away. Sighs no more shall heave the breast: Night is lost in endless day — Sorrow, in eternal rest ! qq£ 8s. 000 Heaven. TT^E speak of the realms of the bless'd " " That country so bright and so fair ; And oft are its glories confessed — But what must it be to be there ! 1 >Ve speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within — But what must it be to be there ! 3 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The church of the First-born above — But what must it be to be there ! 4 Lord, in this valley of wo, Our spirits for heaven prepare ; And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is to be there ! Q O sa S> 6> $> ?, 6. OOO Heaven. HTHERE is an hour of peaceful rest -*- To mourning wanderers given : There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast, ; Tis found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven : When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals. Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 242 DEATH 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven. 4 There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given : There, rays divine disperse the gloom: Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. OOi7 8,6,8,8,6. 3d* Heaven. rPHIS world is all a fleeting show, -*- For man's illusion given, The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow — There's nothing true but heaven ! 2 And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even ; And love and hope and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gather' d for the tomb — There's nothing bright but heaven ! 6 Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven ; And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way — There's nothing calm but heaven ! q q Q 8, 6, 8, 8, 6. OOO Heaven. rpHIS world's not " all a fleeting show. ■* For man's illusion give*n :" He that hath soothed a widow's wo. Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth know There's something here of heaven. AND ETERNITY. 243 2 And he that walks life's thorny way With feelings calm and even, Whose path is lit from day to day By virtue's bright and steady ray, Hath something felt of heaven. 3 He that the Christian's course has run, And all his foes forgiven, Who measures out life's little span In love to God and love to man, On earth has tasted heaven. qoQ 8,6,8,8,6. OOJ Heaven. T^HIS world is poor from shore to shore, -*- Its greatest treasures even: Its lofty domes and brilliant ore, And gems and crowns are vain and poer— There's nothing rich but heaven. 2 Empires decay, and nations die, Our hopes to winds are given : The vernal blooms in ruin lie, Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky — There's nothing lives but heaven. 3 Creation's mighty fabric all Shall be to atoms riven : The skies consume, the planets fall, Convulsions rock this earthly ball — There's nothing firm but heaven. 4 A stranger lonely here I roam, From place to place I'm driven: My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom— This earth is all a lonely tomb — I have no home but heaven. 5 The clouds disperse, and light appears, My sins are all forgiven : 244 DEATH Triumphant grace has quell'd my fears, Roll on, thou sun — fly swift, my years — I'm on my way to heaven. 6 Adieu, to all below, adieu, Let life's dull chain be riven : The charms of Christ have caught my view, The world of light I will pursue — To live with him in heaven. 340 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6. Heaven. f\ WEEP not for the joys that fade ^^ Like evening lights away, For hopes that, like the stars decay'd, Have left their mortal day ; For clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given ; And though on earth the tear may start, Yet bliss awaits the holy heart Amid the bowers of heaven. 2 weep not for the joys that pass Into the lonely grave, As breezes sweep the wither'd grass Along the restless wave ; For, though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given, And lonely though on earth thou art, Yet bliss awaits the holy heart When friends rejoice in heaven. q A 1 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8. O tfc X The new song. TEN thousand times ten thousand sung Loud anthems round the throne, When, lo! one solitary tongue Began a song unknown ! AND ETERNITY. 245 A song unknown to angel-ear-. A song that told of banistfd fears Of pardon'd sins, and dried-up tears. 2 Xot one of all the heavenly host Could these high notes attain ! But spirits from a distant coast United in the strain : Till he who first began the song, To sing alone not suffer d long, Was mingled with a countless throng. 3 And still, as hours are fleeting by, The angels ever bear Some newly ransonrd soul on high, To join the chorus there ; And so the song will louder grow, Till all redeem'd by Christ below To that fair world of rapture go. 4 give me, Lord, my golden harp, And tune my broken voice, That I may sing of troubles sharp Exchanged for endless joys : The song that ne'er was heard before A sinner reach'd the heavenly shore, But now shall sound for evermore. Q4.9 c - M ' /CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms ^ Than he went through before : He that into Christ's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see : For if thy work on earth be sweet, What must thy glory be? 246 DEATH 3 Then I shall end ray sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with those triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise. 4 My knowledge of that life is small : The eye of faith is dim ; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with him ! o 4 o cm. ^^ E ^ Celestial prospects. C WEET glories rush upon my sight, ^ And charm my wondering eyes, The regions of immortal light, The beauties of the skies ! 2 All hail ! ye fair celestial shores, Ye lands of endless day, Swift on my view your prospect pours, And drives my griefs away. 3 There's a delightful clearness now — My clouds of doubt are gone : Fled is my former darkness too — My fears are all withdrawn. 4 Short is the passage — short the space Between my home and me : There ! there behold the radiant place ! How near the mansions be ! 5 Immortal wonders ! boundless things, In those dear worlds appear ! Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings, And in those glories share. 344 The last conflict. SOON shall accomplish my race, And soar tc the temple on high: AND ETERNITY. 247 Dear Jesus, beholding thy face. I cheerfully yield me to die. Farewell, my distress aiul my wo — The Btorma ot existence are o'er: Though fiercely the tempest may blow, Its fury appals me no more. 2 More quickly and shorter I breathe — The dew is o*erspreading my cheek — 1 feel the approaches of death. My heartstrings beginning to break : A struggle or two. and 'tis done — From earth and its anguish I fly, The palm of the conqueror won, I live by submitting to die. O,- 11,12. t-r^tJ TT hat serajih-hke ?7iusic. \Af HAT seraph-like music steals over the sea. Entrancing the senses with charm' d melody ? 'Tis the song of the angels borne soft on the air : 'Tis for me they are singing — my welcome I hear. 2 At Jordan's lone river I eagerly stand. And stretch forth my hands to yon beautiful land : Send a convoy of angels, dear Saviour, pray : Let me join their sweet music — away, away ! 3 Though cold are the billows and dark ig the wave. With Jesus beside me the surges I'll brave: For the heavenly music has ravish'd me so, I must join the loud chorus — I'll go, ves, ill so : 248 DEATH 346 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7. Let me go. T ET me go, the day is breaking, •" Dear companions, let me go : "We have spent a night of waking In the wilderness below : Upward now I bend my way, Part we here at break of day. 2 Let me go, I may not tarry, Wrestling thus with doubts and fears : Angels wait my soul to carry Where my risen Lord appears : Friends and kindred, weep not so, If you love me, let me go. 3 We have travell'd long together. Hand in hand and heart in heart, Both through fair and stormy weather, And 'tis hard — 'tis hard to part : Yet we must : — " Farewell" to you : Answer, one and all, "Adieu." 4 'Tis not darkness gathering round me That withdraws me from your sight : Walls of earth no more can bound me, But, translated into light, Like the lark on mounting wing, Though unseen, you hear me sing. 5 Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken, Far beyond earth's span of sky : Am I dead ? Nay, by this token, Know that I have ceased to die : Would you solve the mystery ? Come up hither — come and see. 347 AND ETERNITY. 249 S. 11 For ever with the Lord. " "POR ever with the Lord!'' -*- Amen, so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here, in the body pent, Absent from him I roam : Vet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear. 4 Ah ; then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. 5 Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies : Like Noah's dove I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. 6 Anon the clouds dispart, The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart Expands the bow of peace. 7 Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallow'd ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around. 8 Then, then I feel that he,— Remember'd or forgot, — The Lord is never far from me, Though I perceive him not. 250 ETERNITY. *-*^£0 For ever with the Lord. " T70R ever with the Lord !" -*- Father, if 'tis thy will, The promise of that faithful word Even here to me fulfil. 2 Be thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail : Uphold thou me, and I shall stand, Fight, and I must prevail. 3 So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. 4 Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, " For ever with the Lord !" 5 The trump of final doom Will speak the selfsame word, And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb, " For ever with the Lord !" 6 The tomb shall echo deep That death-awakening sound : The saints shall hear it in their sleep, And answer from the ground. 7 Then upward as they fly, That resurrection-word Shall be their shout of victory, " For ever with the Lord !" 8 That resurrection-word, That shout of victory, Once more ! — " For ever with the Lord !" Amen, so let it be. FAMILY AND CLOSET. 251 SECTION X. FAMILY AND CLOSET. QIQ Six8s *~*i-*J Family prayer. HHREMBLE, ye families profane -*- Where the great God is not adored, Who take the name of Christ in vain, But do not invocate your Lord: Regardless of his smile or frown, Ye pull his heaviest judgments down. 2 Before the threaten'd curse take place, And sweep your prayerless souls to heL T Daily unite t' implore his grace, Invite him in your tents to dwell : Let every house his worship show, And every heart his presence know. q^O 7 ' 6 tJtjyj Pray without ceasing. f~^ O when the morning shineth, ^-* Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night : Go with pure mind and feeling, Fling earthly thought away, And, in thy closet kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee : Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be : Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim. And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name 252 FAMILY 3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then the silent breathing, Thy spirit raised above, Will reach his throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love. 4 not a joy or blessing With this can we compare : The grace our Father gave us To pour our souls in prayer : Whene'er thou pines t in sadness, Before his footstool fall : Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all. 351 L. M. Retirement. 1VTY God, permit me not to be -*-*-*■ A stranger to myself and thee ; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix witU £«rth, And thus debase my heavenly birth ? Why should I cleave to things Lelow, And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 8 Call me away from flesh and sense, One sovereign word can call me thence : I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth with all her scenes withdraTO, Let noise and vanity bo gone : In secret silence of the mind My heaven, and there my God I find. 35 AND CLOSET. 253 L. M. 9 ^ Meditation. C AVIOUR ! when night involves the skies, ^ My soul, adoring, turns to thee — Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn — Thee, Victor of the grave and hell — Thee, Source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee my soul triumphant springs — Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze — Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings. 4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, To death and thee my thoughts I give : To death, whose power I soon must feel — To thee, with whom I trust to live. q £ O 7, 7, 7, 7, 6, 6. OOO Beading the Scriptures. "PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure ■*■ Does the word of God afford ! All I want for life or pleasure, ^Food and medicine, shield and 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 meat and drink indeed ! 3 When my faith is faint and sickly, Or when Satan wounds my mind, 254 FAMILY Cordials to revive me quickly, Healing medicine here I find: To the promises I flee — Each affords a remedy. 4 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 truths are sure, From his malice I'm secure. 5 Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirit's sword : Then with ease I drive him from me— • Satan trembles at the word : 'Tis a sword for conquest made — Keen the edge, and strong the blade. 6 Shall I envy, then, the miser, Boating on his golden store ? Sure I am, or should be, wiser, I am rich, 'tis he is poor : Jesus gives me, in his word, Food and medicine, shield and sword. tJt/'jz Holy Bible! book divine! TTOLY Bible ! book divine ! -"-*■ Precious treasure, thou art mine ! Mine, to tell me whence I came, Mine, to tell me what I am. 2 Mine, to chide me when I rove, Mine, to show a Saviour'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. AND CLOSET. 255 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom : thou precious book divine ! Precious treasure, thou art mine ! q r r 8, 8, 8. OOO p*. xix. 7-14. T LOVE the volumes of thy word : -^ "What light and joy these leaves afford To souls benighted and distress'd ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 2 From the discoveries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw : These are my study and delight : Not honey so invites the taste : Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd Appears so pleasing to the sight. 3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies ; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free but large reward. 4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace And book of nature not in vain. OOO Morning. (~^ 01) of the morning, at whose voice ^-*~ The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And, like a giant, doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies : 256 FAMILY 2 like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day — With ready mind and active will March on. and keep my heavenly way, 3 Give me tky counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss : All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with thift, 0-- L.M. f " • Morning. TN sleep's serene oblivion laid, ■■" I safely pass'd the silent night: At once I see the breaking shade, And drink again the morning light. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour, Once more, with awe. rejoice to be: My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my gracious God, to thee. 3 guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze When dangers press around my head. 4 A deeper shade will soon impend, A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; Yet still thy strength shall me defend, Thy goodness still shall deign to bless. 5 That deeper shade shall fade away. That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes : Thy light shall give eternal day — Thy love, the rapture of the skies ! OXO C.M. OOO Morning. T ORD of my life, may thy praise -*-^ Employ my noblest powers, AND CLOSET. -0» Whose goodness lengthens out my days, And fills the circling hours '. 2 Preserved I .-y thine almighty arm. I pass'd the shades of night. Serene and safe from every harm. And see returning light. 3 let the same almighty care My waking hours attend : From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps de 4 Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days : And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise. o 5 q C.M. OOO Horn T ORD, when thy day of dread account -*-* For squander"'! hours shall c let not this increase th" amount. And swell the former sum I '2 reach me in health sue:. rize, I lying shall esteem ; And every pleasure : I then shall worthless deem. 3 For all thy wondrous mercies past My grateful voice I'll raise. While thus I quit my bed of rest, Greation't Lord Bo praise. 360 y' 1 ;. T OOK up to heaven ! th' industrious sun -"-^ Already half his race hath run : He cannot halt nor go astray. But our immortal - ts may. E 258 FAMILY 2 Lord ! since his rising in the east, If we have falter'd or transgress'd, Guide, from thy love's abundant source, "What yet remains of this day's course. 3 Help with thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way , And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. 361 8,7,6 Evening. A T evening to myself I say, ■"■ Soul, where hast thou glean'd to-day Thy labours, how bestow'd? What hast thou rightly said or done ? What grace attain'd, or knowledge won, In following after God ? 362 7, 6, 6. Evening "|7 RE I sleep, for every favour ■" This day show'd, By my God, 1 do bless my Saviour. 2 Leave me not, but ever love me ; Let thy peace Be my bliss, Till thou hence remove me. 3 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower, Safely keep, While I sleep, Me with all thy power. 4 And, whene'er in death I slumber, Let me rise With the wise, Counted in their number. AND CLOSET. 259 Of* Q k. M. WUU E ccning. XWTIIER in heaven, as now the day -*- With all its cares hath pass'd away. May sweetest songs of praise and prayer To thee my spirit's offering bear. 2 may thy mercy and thy power Protect me through the midnight hour ; And balmy sleep and visions blest, Smile on thy servant's bed of rest. q^l 8,4,9. OUtfc Evening. C^OD that madest earth and heaven, ^~* Darkness and light ! Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night ! May thine angel-guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night ! 365 Evening OLESSED be thy name for ever, *-* Thou of life the guard and giver : Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping- Heal the heart long broke with weeping. God of stillness and of motion, Of the desert and the ocean, Of the mountain, rock, and river, Blessed be thy name for ever. 2 Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, BlessM are they thou kindly keepest: God of evening's parting ray. Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day 260 FAMILY That rises from the azure sea Like breathings of eternity : God of life ! that fade shall never, Blessed be thy name for ever 1 OOU Evening. C OFTLY now the light of day ^ Fades upon our sight away : Free from care, from labour free, Lord, we would commune with thee. 2 Soon for us the light of day Shall for ever pass away : Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee. OD I [Translated by Chandler. 1 Evening. Q OTOCE of light and life divine, ^ Thou didst cause the light, to shine : Thou didst bring thy sunbeams forth O'er thy new-created earth. 2 Shade of night and morning ray Took from thee the name of day : Now, again the shades are nigh, Listen to our mournful cry. 3 May we ne'er, by guilt deprest, Lose the way to endless rest : May no thoughts impure and vain Draw our sculs to earth again. 4 Rather, lift them to the skies, Where our much-loved treasure lies: Help us in our daily strife, Make us struggle into life. AND CLOSET. 261 5 Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Praise and glory be to thee, Now and for eternity. OUO The setting sun. QVYEETLY the tuneful bird of night ^ Is singing a song in the pale moonlight: Then let us join our grateful lays, And gladly our evening anthem raise. Daylight is gone, our work is done : An emblem of rest is the setting sun. 2 Softly the pleasing serenade Is floating along o'er hill and glade. Borne on the gentle evening air. How sweet is the Christian's tuneful prayer I Daylight is gone, our work is done : An emblem of rest is the setting sun. 3 So may we close our life's short day : To glory and joy may we soar away : And leave the world without a sigh, And sing with delight when call'd to die — Daylight is gone, our work is done : An emblem of rest is the setting sun. 369 7,6. The mellow eve is gliding. 'T'HE mellow eve is gliding -*- Serenely down the west : So, every care subsiding, My soul would sink to rest. 2 The woodland hum is ringing The daylight's gentle close : May angels, round me singing, Thus hymn my last repose. 262 FAMILY 3 The evening star has lighted Her crystal lamp on high ■ So, when in death benighted, May hope illume the sky. 4 In golden splendour dawning, The morrow's light shall break : 0, on the last bright morning, May I in glory wake. ol\J Midnight. TN a land of strange delight, -*- My transported spirit stray'd : 1 awake where all is night, Silence, solitude, and shade. 2 Is the dream of nature flown ? Is the universe destroyed ? Man extinct, and I alone Breathing through the formless void ? '6 No : my soul, in God rejoice : Through the gloom his light I see, In the silence hear his voice, And his hand is over me. 4 When I slumber in the tomb, He will guard my resting-place : Fearless, in the day of doom, May I stand before his face. " • - 1 - Child's morning hymn. THE morning bright, With rosy light, Has waked me up from sleep : Father, I own Thy love alone Thy little one doth keep. AND CLOSET. 263 2 All through the day, I humbly pray, Be thou my guard and guide : My sins forgive, And let me live, Blest Jesus, near thy side. 3 make thy rest Within my breast, Great Spirit of all grace : Make me like thee, Then shall I be Prepared to see thy face. 372 C. M Child's evening hymn. rFHE daylight fades : -*- The evening shades Are gathering round my head : Father above, 1 praise that love Which smooths and guards my bed. 2 While thou art near, I need not fear The gloom of midnight hour : Blest Jesus, still From every ill Defend me with thy power. 3 Pardon my sin, And enter in And sanctify my heart : Spirit divine, make me thine, And ne'er from me depart. 26 4 FAMILY Z9 9 *J Sabbath Morning. rpHE rosy light is dawning -*- Upon the mountain's brow: It is the Sabbath morning, Arise and pay thy vow. Lift up thy voice to heaven In sacred praise and prayer, While unto thee is given The light of life to share. 2 The landscape, lately shrouded By evening's paler ray, Smiles beauteous and unclouded Before the eye of day: So let our souls, benighted Too long in folly's shade, Lord, by thy smiles be lighted To joys that never fade. 3 see those waters streaming In crystal purity, While earth, with verdure teeming, Gives rapture to the eye. Let rivers of salvation In larger currents flow, Till every tribe and nation Their healing virtues know. 374 C M. Sabbath morning. TT^HEX the worn spirit wants repose, " » And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week ! 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the s.'. AND CLOSET. 265 When first the soul-reviving morn Beams its new rays of light ! ii Sweet day ! thy hours too soon will cease : Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, Holy Spirit, Source of peace. A Sabbath o'er my soul. 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world's long week be o'er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more ? O-X 6s. *-* * " Sabbath evening. r rHE light of Sabbath eve -*- Is fading fast away : What record will it leave, To crown the closing day ? Is it a Sabbath spent, Of fruitless time destroy'd? Or have these moments lent, Been sacredly employ'd? 2 How dreadful and how drear, In yon dark world of pain, Will Sabbaths lost appear, That cannot come again. Then in that hopeless place The wretched soul will say, " I had those hours of grace, But cast them all away." 3 To waste these Sabbath hours, may we never dare : Nor taint with thoughts of ours These sacred days of prayer ; But may our Sabbaths here Inspire our hearts with love; And prove a foretaste clear Of that sweet rest above. 266 FAMILY O-p .CM. *-* • vJ Sabbath evening. Tj^REQUENT the day of God returns, -*- To shed its quickening beams ; And yet how slow devotion burns ! How languid are its flames ! 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive : We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live ! 3 Increase, Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us tc ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The Sabbath ne'er shall end. 377 C. M. Sabbath in sickness. 'THOUSANDS, Lord of hosts, to-day -*- Within thy temple meet ; And tens of thousands throng to pay Their homage at thy feet. 2 They sing thy deeds as I have sung, In sweet and solemn lays : Were I among them, my glad tongue Might learn new themes of praise. 3 Behold thy prisoner, loose my bands, If 'tis thy gracious will : If not, contented in thy hands Behold thy prisoner still. 4 I may not to thy courts repair, Yet here thou surely art : give me here a house of prayer, Here Sabbath joys impart. AND CLOSET. 207 O-o L.M. O | O [Translated by Messenger.] Sickness. T ! at my door gaunt death I spy : ■*^ Hear. Lord of life, thy creature's cry: The arm that hung upon the tree, Jesus, uplift, and rescue me. 2 Yet, if to quench my sun at noon Be thy behest, thy Trill he done ! In faith and hope, earth I resign, Secure of heaven, for I am thine ! O-O L.M. *J % *J [Translated by Messenger. J Recovery. A[Y Father God, "behold me whole, ■*■ "■*- Again on earth a living soul ! Let sin no more my heart annoy, But fill it, Lord, with holy joy. 2 Though now delay'd, my hour must come. Involved, perchance, in deeper gloom : It matters not : rejoicing yet I'll bear my yoke to heaven's bright gate. OO A L. VL OO U jj e married — only in the Lord. \ RT thou a pilgrim on thy way -^*- To regions of eternal day ? 0, form not then the tie most dear, With those whose wishes centre here. 2 Within, on every side, around, Temptations in thy path abound: How canst thou reach the heavenly goal, If earthly fetters clog thy soul I 3 Think of the Nazarite of Lan. How sad the painful course he ran 268 FAMILY Philistia's daughters quench' d his sight, And turn'd to weakness all his might. 4 Lord, let my heart be fix'd on thee, And in thy saints my pleasure be : Here let me form the ties of love, To perfect in thy courts above. *-JO X Of such is the kingdom of heaven. T DEARLY love a little child, ■*■ And Jesus loved young children too : He ever sweetly on them smiled, And placed them with his chosen few. When cradled on its mother's breast A babe was brought to Jesus' feet, He laid his hand upon its head, And blessed it with a promise sweet. 2 "Forbid them not," the Saviour said, " suffer them to come to me ! Of such my heavenly kingdom is : Like them may all my followers be." Young children are the gems of earth, The brightest jewels mothers have: They sparkle on the throbbing breast, But brighter shine beyond the grave. 909 ". 9 - 00 w Of suc h { s t ne kingdom of heaven. T THINK when I read that sweet story of old, -*- "When Jesus was here among men, How he call'd little children as lambs to his fold— I ehould like to have been with them then. 1 wish that his hands had been placed on my head. That his arm had been thrown around me, AND CLOSET. 269 And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, ''Let the little ones come unto me." 2 Yet ^ t 111 to his footstool in prayer 1 may go, And ask for a share in his love ; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above, — In that heavenly place he is gone to preparo For all who are wash'd and forgiven : And many dear children are gathering there " For of such is the kingdom of heaven." Q Q O 9 ' 6 - OOO The better land. T HEAR thee speak of the better land, •*- Thou call'st its children a happy band: Mother, where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? — Not there, not there, my child! 2 Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine. And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ! — Xot there, not there, my child ! 3 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy: Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there: Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — "Tis there, 'tis there, my child! 270 VALEDICTIONS SECTION XI. VALEDICTIONS AND DOXOLOGIES, on I 6 > 5 - *^0 "I When shall ice meet again? "YV^HEN shall we meet again? * * Meet ne'er to sever ? "When will peace wreath her chain Round us for ever ? Our hearts will ne'er repose, Safe from each blast that blows, In this dark vale of woes — Never — no, never ! 2 When shall love freely flow Pure as life's river? When shall sweet friendship glow Changeless forever ? Where joys celestial thrill, Where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill Never — no, never ! 3 Up to that world of light Take us, dear Saviour : May we all there unite, Happy for ever : Where kindred spirits dwell, There may our music swell, And time our joys dispel Never — no never ! 4 Soon shall we meet again— Meet ne'er to sever : AND DOXOLOGIES. 271 Soon will peace wreath her chain Round us for ever: Our hearts will then repose Secure from worldly woes : Our songs of praise shall close Never — no, never ! oox Six7 ' s - OOO When shall ice all meet again f "VV^HEN shall we all meet again? * * When shall we all meet again ? Oft shall glowing hope aspire, Oft shall wearied love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again. 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, Parch" d beneath the hostile sky : Though the deep between us rolls, Friendship shall unite our souls; And, in fancy's wide domain. There shall we all meet again. 3 When the dreams of life are fled, When its wasted lamps are dead, When in cold oblivion's shade Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid, Where immortal spirits reign, There may we all meet again. *JO U TTg shall meet no more to part. W^E shall meet no more to part, ** Cease thy sorrows, mourning heart, Weary days will soon depart — Then we may rest for ever ! When the work of life is done, When the victor's crown is W3n, 272 VALEDICTIONS Then, immortal life begun, We no more shall sever. We shall meet, no more to part : Cease thy sorrows, mourning heart! Weary days icill soon depart — Then ive may rest for ever ! 2 In the home of peace and bliss, In the world where Jesus is, When we bid adieu to this, Then we may love for ever ! Purified from every stain, Through the Lamb that once was slain, Brethren, we shall meet again, And be parted never ! *JO I "jrRFTHREN, hear the martial sound, ■*-* The gospel trumpet now is blowing, Men in order, listing round. And soldiers to the standard flowing ! MISCELLANY. 281 Bounty's offered : joy and peace To every soldier now is given : When from toil and war they cease, A mansion bright prepared in heaven. 2 Victory is not to the strong : The burden's on our Captain's shoulder: None so aged, none so young, But may enlist, and be a soldier : Those who cannot fight or fly, Beneath his banner find protection : None who on his name rely Shall be reduced to base subjection. 3 Fear ye not — the cause is good : Come, who will to the crown aspire ? In this cause the martyrs stood, And shouted victory in the fire: In this cause we'll follow on ; And soon we'll tell the wondrous story, How by faith we gain'd the crown, And fought our way to life and glory. 4 Lo, the battle is begun ! Behold the armies now in motion ! Some the fight have almost won, And grasp by faith their future portion ! Hark ! the victors sing aloud ! Immanuel's chariot-wheels are rolling! Mourners weeping through the crowd, And Satan's throne like lightning falling 5 Now, ye rebels, come, enlist, The officers are still recruiting: Will you still in sin persist, And spend your time in vain disputing? All your cavilling is vain ; And if you do not sue for favour, Down you'll sink to endless pain, To bear the wrath of God for ever 282 MISCELLANY. 401 Opening worship. T3RETHREX, we have met to worship -*-* And adore our God the Lord : Will you pray with all your power, While we try to preach the word ? All is vain unless the Spirit Of the Holy One come down : Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be shower'd all around. 2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you Slumbering on the brink of wo : Death is coming, hell is moving, Can you bear to let them go ? See our fathers, and our mothers, And our children sinking down : Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be shower'd all around. 3 Brethren, here are poor backsliders, "Who were once near heaven's door ; But they have betray'd their Saviour, And are worse than e'er before ; Yet the Saviour offers pardon, If they will lament their wound : Brethren, pray, and holy manna Will be shower'd all around. 4 Sisters, will you join and help us ? Moses' sister join'd with him: While you see the trembling sinners, Have you no concern for them ? Tell them all about the Saviour, Tell them that he will be found: Pray on, sisters, and the manna Will be shower'd all around. MISCELLANY. 283 5 Let us love our God supremely, Let us love each other, too : Let us love and pray for sinners, Till our God makes all things new: Then he'll call us home to heaven, At his table we'll sit down : Christ will gird himself, and serve us With sweet manna all around. 402 i s. Come hone. TDRETHREX, while we sojourn here, -*-* Fight we must, but should not fear : Foes we have, but we've a Friend — One that loves us to the end : Forward, then, with courage go, Long we shall not dwell below : Soon the joyful news will come, " Child, your Father calls — come home !" 2 In the way a thousand snares Lie, to take us unawares : Satan, with malicious art, Watches each unguarded part ; But, from Satan's malice free, Saints shall soon victorious be : Soon the joyful news will come, 11 Child, your Father calls — come home \ n 3 But, of all the foes we meet, None so oft mislead our feet, None betray us into sin, Like the foes that dwell within : Yet let nothing spoil your peace, Christ will also conquer these : Soon the joyful news will come, "Child, your Father calls — come home!' 5 284 MISCELLANY. 403 9, 6, 8. Mercy's free. T3Y faith I view my Saviour dying, -*-* On the tree, on the tree : To every nation he is crying, Look to me, look to me : 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 Jesus, the mighty God, hath spoken Peace to me, peace to me : 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 3 This precious truth, ye sinners, hear it — 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 ! 4 Long as I live I'll still be crying, Mercy's free, mercy's free ; And this shall be my theme when dying, Merc}-'s free, mercy's free ; And when the vale of death I've pass'd, When lodged above the stormy blast, I'll sing, while endless ages last, Mercy's free, mercy's free ! MISCELLANY. 285 404 tS. Consolation. /^OME, and taste, along with me, ^ Consolation running free From my Father's heavenly home, Sweeter than the honeycomb. 2 Why should Christians feast alone ! Two are better far than one : All that come with free good-will Make the banquet sweeter still. 3 Now I go to heaven's door, Asking for a little more : God gives me a goodly share, Calling me his chosen heir. 4 Saints in glory sing aloud To behold an heir of God, Coming in at heaven's door, Making up the number more. c Now I go rejoicing home From the banquet of perfume, Finding manna on the road, Dropping from the mount of God. 405 7,6. Mourner comforted. /^OME, my soul, and let us try, ^ For a little season, Every burden to lay by — Come, and let us reason : What is this that casts thee down? Who are these that grieve thee 9 Speak, and let the worst be known- Speaking may relieve thee. 286 MISCELLANY. 2 Christ by faith I sometimes view, And it does relieve me ; But my doubts return anew — These are they that grieve me : Troubled like the restless seas, Feeble, faint, and fearful, Plagued with fears, a sore disease, — How can I be cheerful ? 3 Think on what thy Saviour bore In the gloomy garden — Sweating blood from every pore To procure thy pardon : See him nail'd upon the tree, Bleeding, groaning, dying : Think, he suffer'd this for thee ; Therefore cease thy sighing. 406 8,7. Scenes of glory. TTiARK and thorny is the desert -*-^ Through which pilgrims make their way J Yet beyond this vale of sorrow Lie the fields of endless day : Fiends, loud howling through the desert, Make them tremble as they go ; And the fiery darts of Satan Often bring their courage low. 2 young pilgrims, are you weary Of the roughness of the way? Does your strength begin to fail you, And your vigour to decay ? Jesus, Jesus, will go with you : He will lead you to his throne : — He who dyed his garments for you, And the wine-press trod alone : — miscellany. 287 3 He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll, He who rides upon the tempest, And whose sceptre sways the whole ! Round him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command : They are always hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. 4 There, on flowery hills of pleasure, Lie the fields of endless rest : There shall love and joy for ever Reign and triumph in your breast : Hail, ye happy, happy spirits ! Death no more shall make you fear : Grief or sorrow, pain or anguish, Never shall distress you there. 407 8,7. Vis ions of heaven. T^EATH shall not destroy my comfort, •*-^ Christ shall guide me through the gloom : Down he'll send some heavenly convoy, To convey my spirit home : Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me While my Saviour's by my side : Canaan, Canaan lies before me, Rise and cross the swelling tide. 2 See the happy spirits waiting On the banks beyond the stream, Sweet responses still repeating — Jesus, Jesus is their theme : See, they whisper ! hark ! they call me — Sister spirit, come away ! Lo, I come ! earth can't contain me ! Hail, ye realms of endless day ! 288 MISCELLANY. 2 Worlds of light and croons of glory, Far above yon azure sky. Though by faith I now explore ye, I'll enjoy you soon on high : Soon I" II gain a full possession, Faith and hope shall henceforth cease, Lost in love's exhaustless ocean — Love that sweetest, brightest grace. -I Smiling angels now surround me, Troops resplendent fill the skies, Glory shining all around me, While my towering spirit fiies : Jesus, clad in dazzling splendour, Now methinks appears in view : Brethren, could you see my Jesus, You would serve and love him too. 408 6, 5. Draw nigh to the Holy. "TvRAW nigh to the Holy, -*-^ Bend low at his throne: There, penitent, lowly, Thy sinfulness own. There, there, if thou yearnest For pardon and rest — There, fervent and earnest, Prefer thy request. 2 Confess thy backsliding, Thy weakness and fears : In Jesus confiding. There pour out thy tears. Think not he will scorn thee, Though wretched thy case ; His hand will adorn thee With garments of grace. 3 More precious than treasure^ More vast than the seo. MISCELLANY. 28^ JTis love has no measure Nor limit to thee. His easy yoke wearing, His pleasure abide, — In all thy cross-bearing He'll walk by thy side, 10 Q 7,6,7,7,6. J-" 1/ Social meeting. T\RAW nigh to us, Jehovah, -*-^ In our social meeting : In this propitious hour, may we feel thy power, In this social meeting. 2 Draw nigh to us, blest Jesus, t„ ~:~i ±: — . In our social meeting : may we find thy favour, Thou ever-blessed Saviour, In this social meeting. 3 Draw nigh to us, blest Spirit, In our social meeting : Convince and renovate us, Anew in Christ create us, In this social meeting. 4-10 7 ' 6 - J--*-" Mourners comforted. T^ROOPING souls, no longer grieve^ -^ Heaven is propitious : If on Jesus you believe, You will find him precious. See, he now is passing by, Calling mourners to him : Drooping souls, you need not die — Now look up and view him. 2 He has pardons, full and free, Drooping souls to gladden : 10 1 290 MISCELLANY. Still he cries. "Come unto me, Weary, heavy laden." Though your sins like mountains high Rise, and reach to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All shall be forgiven. 3 Precious is the Saviour's name, All his saints adore him: He to save the dying came, — Prostrate bow before him : Wandering sinners, now return: Contrite souls, believe him : Jesus calls you : cease to mourn: Worship him : receive him. 4 Jehus' blood has heal'd my wound, the wondrous story : I was lost but now X'm found, Glory 1 glory ! glory ! Glory to my Saviour's name. Saints are bound to love him : Mourners, you may do the same, Only come and prove him. All 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. ^£-L -L The beggar. T7XCOURAGED by thy word ■*^ Of promise to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door : No hand, no heart, 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 MISCELLANY. 291 3 I have no right to Bay, That though 1 now am poor, Yet once there was a day "When I possessed more : Thou knowest from my very birth Fve 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 shouldst leave my soul to starve, It would be what I should deserve. 5 Nor dare I to pretend I never begg'd before ; And if thou now befriend, 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 : do not frown and bid me go, Until a blessing thou bestow. 7 Nor can I willing be Thy bounties to conceal From others, who, like me, Their wants and hunger feel : I'll tell them of thy mercy's 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 God receives the beggar's prayer. 292 MISCELLANY. 41 2 8 7 ■ tx * J j^Zm of heaven. T^AR a":ove yon glorious ceiling ■*■ Of the azure-vaulted sky, Jesus sits, his love revealing To his splendid troops on high. Hosts seraphic humbly bowing, At his feet they prostrate fall : Saints and angels all avowing God in Christ is all in all. 2 Could we leave our foolish dreaming Of a fancied heaven below, And see Jesus' glory beaming, How our souls would long to go. We in him our rest regaining, All its blessedness should prove : O'er our foes victorious reigning, Perfected in spotless love. 3 We should for his day be waiting ; When the full reward is given : He the glorious work's completing, And will take his church to heaven : Pure from every stain of nature, There in holiness to shine : Moulded like its great Creator, All immortal, all divine. 413 L. M. Farewell. Tj^AREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone, -■- I have no home or stay with you : I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world do view. Farewell, farewell, farewell, My loving friends, farewell MISCELLANY. 293 2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along, Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss, I leave you here, and travel on, Till I arrive where Jesus is. 3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love : Vet we believe his gracious word, That we shall all soon meet above. 4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross, You've struggled long and hard for heaven, You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown shall soon be given. 5 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God, Sore conflicts yet await for you : Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road, Till Canaan's happy land you view. 6 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too, It grieves my heart to leave you here, Eternal vengeance waits for you : turn, and find salvation near. turn, turn, turn, And Unci salvation near 414 lis. Farewell. "C'AREWELL, my dear brethren, the time ■*■ is at hand That 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, my dear brethren, farewell for a while, We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile ; 294 MISCELLANY. But when we are parted and scatter'd abroad, We'll pray for each other, and wrestle with God. 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharged, The war will be ended, your treasures en- larged : With shouting and singing, though Jordan may roar, We'll enter fair Canaan, and stand on the shore. 4 Farewell, ye young converts, who're listed 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 peace. 5 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken heart, Go, 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, faithful Christians, farewell, all around, Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound : To meet you in glory I give you my hand, Our Saviour to praise in the heavenly land. 415 Union. T^ROM whence does the union arise, ■*• That hatred is conquer'd by love? It fastens our souls with such ties, That distance nor time can remove. MISCELLANY. 295 2 It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a paradise lost: It grows on Immanuel's ground, And Jesus's blood it did cost. 3 My friends, once so dear unto me, Our souls so united in love, Where Jesus is gone, we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. 4 ! why so unwilling to part? Since there we shall soon meet again, Engraved on Immanuel's heart, At a distance we cannot remain. 5 And then we shall see that bright day And join with the angels above, Set free from our prisons of clay United in Jesus's love. 6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glory shall see, Sing loud hallelujahs, amen! Amen ! even so let it be. 41 fi - CM ^*- x " Tf e all shall meet in heaven. TTAIL, sweetest, dearest tie that binds -*--*- Our glowing hearts in one : Hail ! sacred hope that tunes our minds, To joys before unknown. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which Jesus' grace has given: The hope when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 2 What though the northern winter blast May howl around your cot : What though beneath an eastern sun Be cast our distant lot : — 296 MISCELLANY. 3 From Burmah's shore, from Afric's strand, From India's burning plain : From Europe, from Columbia's land, We hope to meet again. 4 Xo lingering look, no parting sigh, Our future meeting knows : There friendship beams from every eye, And love immortal glows. 417 8,7. Autumn. TTAIL, ye sighing sons of sorrow, ■*-*■ Learn with me your certain doom, Learn with me your fate to-morrow, Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb. See all nature fading, dying. Silent, all things seem to mourn, Life from vegetation flying. Calls to mind the mouldering urn. 2 Lo ! in yonder forest standing, Lofty cedars how they nod, Scenes of nature, how surprising : Read in nature, nature's God. While the annual frosts are cropping Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So our friends are yearly dropping — We are like to one of these. 3 Hollow winds about me roaring, Noisy waters round me rise, While I sit my fate deploring. Tears fast streaming from mine eyes : What to me is autumn's treasure, Since I know no earthly joy, Long I've lost all youthful pleasure, Tini? will health and youth destroy. MISCELLANY. 297 •1 Former friends how oft I've sought the*n, Just to cheer a troubled mind, Now they're gone, like leaves of autumn, Driven before the dreary wind. When a few more days are wasted, And a few more scenes are o'er, When a few more griefs I've tasted, I shall rise to fall no more. 5 Fast my sun of life's declining, Soon 'twill set in endless night, But my hopes, so brightly shining, Rise to fairer worlds of light. Cease this trembling, mourning, sighing, Death shall burst this sullen gloom, Then my spirit, fluttering, flying. Shall be borne beyond the tomb 418 * 8 ' 4 ' \ha.kj rj-j ie g 08 p e i t r u m p e t, TTARK! how the gospel trumpet sounds, -*"*- Through all the world the echo bounds. And Jesus, by redeeming blood, Is bringing sinners back to God, And guides them safely on the road To endless day. 2 Fight on. ye conquering souls, fight on ; And when the conquest you have won Then palms of victory you shall bear, And in his kingdom have a share, And crowns of glory ever wear In endless day. 3 There we shall in full chorus join, With saints and angels all combine, To sing of his redeeming love, When rolling years shall cease to move ; And this shall b$ our theme above In endless day. 298 MISCELLANY. 41 9 8s \n a t/ ^ e royal proclamation. TXEAR the royal proclamation, -*-*■ Joyful tidings of salvation, Publishing to every creatufe, To the ruin'd sons of nature. Jesus reigns — he reigns victorious. Over heaven and earth most gloriout, Jesus reigns. 2 See the royal banners flying ! Hear the herald loudly crying ! Rebel sinners, royal favour .Now is offer d by the Saviour. 3 Hear, ye sons of "wrath and ruin, "Who have wrought your own undoing : Here is life, and free salvation, Offer'd to the whole creation. 4 'Twas for you that Jesus died, For you, he was crucified, Conquer'd death, and rose to heaven, Life eternal through him given. 5 For this love, let rocks and mountains, Purling streams and crystal fountains, Roaring thunders, lightning's blazes, Shout the great Messiah's praises. 6 Now our hearts have caught new fire^- Brethren, raise your voices higher : Shout, with joyful acclamation, To the King of our salvation. 7 Shout, ye tongues of every nation, To the bounds of the creation : Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, The Almighty Prince of Zion. MISCELLANY. 299 8 Shout, with joyful acclamation! Christ has purchased our salvation: Angels, shout the pleasing story, Through the brighter worlds of glory ! *— U The family Bible. HOW painfully pleasing the fond recollec- tion Of youthful emotion and innocent joy, "When blest with parental advice and affection, Surrounded with mercies, with peace from on high : 1 still view the chair of my sire and my mo- ther, The seats of their offspring are ranged on each hand, And that richest book which excels every other, That family Bible which lay on the stand, The old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible that lay on the stand. 2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, At morn and at evening could vield us de- light, The prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation, For mercy by day and safety through night. Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling, All warm from the heart of a family band, Half raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling Described in the Bible that lay on the stand. 3 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we parted. My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more : 300 MISCELLANY. In sorrow and sadness, I live broken-hearted, And wander unknown on a far distant shore : Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protec- tion, Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand? let me with patience receive his correction, And think of the Bible that lay on the stand. 421 8s. The cordial of love. |_|OW svreet is the cordial of love ! ■"- A balm to the sorrowful soul : It flows from the Fountain above, And makes the disconsolate whole. 2 How happy the souls that are blest, And sprinkled with Jesus's blood ! That lean on Immanuel's breast. And live in communion with God ! 3 This heavenly sweetness below Is common to all that believe : The joys of communion they know, In bonds of affection they live. 4 While striving to gain the blest shore, They mutual succour afford: They look to the heaven before, And follow their Captain the Lord. 5 Their joys that on earth are begun, Will soon be completed above : Their labour below will be done When lost in the ocean of love. 6 There all the ship's company meet, "Who sail with their Saviour below : Their union will then be complete, And sorrow thev never shall know. MISCELLANY. 301 199 12 ' 1L TTOW sweet to reflect on those joys that -*"*- await me In yon blissful region, the haven of rest. Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me. And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest : Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded, My happiness perfect, my mind's sky un- clouded. I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded. And range with delight through the Eden of love. 2 While legions of angels, with harps tuned celestial. Harmoniously join in the concert of praise, The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial. In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise : The song of redemption shall echo through heaven, My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given All glory, all honour, all might and dominion, Who brought us, through grace, to the Eden of love. 8 Hail, blessed estate ! Hail, ye songsters of glory ! Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above ! And join your full choir in rehearsing the story. 11 Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus's love." 302 MISCELLANY. Though prison'd in earth, yet, by anticipation, Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation Of joys that await me, when freed from temp* tation : My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of love. 4.9Q lls - jlhd tJ 2 y / ie preacher s farewell. TTOW swiftly the years of our pilgrimage fly, -"- As weeks, months, and seasons roll si- lently by ! Our days are soon number' d, and death sounds our knell : We scarce know our friends, till we bid them "farewell." 2 The righteous and wicked move swiftly along, In crowds to the grave, both the old and the young. The good rise to heaven, — the bad sink to hell! They take on life's verge an eternal farewell ! 3 God ! are the nations all bound for the tomb ! Must hard-hearted sinners soon meet their dread doom ! Save, save, great Redeemer ! — break the sad spell ! Forgive, and prepare them to bid earth "farewell." 4 Farewell, fellow-sinners, we're free from your blood ; Our message deliver'd, we leave you with God. We've begg'd and persuaded, but cannot compel : Till judgment-day, therefore, we bid you "farewell." MISCELLANY. 303 5 think on the scenes which await you in death : The cold, clammy sweat, and the quick, pant- ing breath, The winding-sheet, coffin, and slow-tolling bell: Your last, solemn, fearful, eternal farewell i 6 To you, fellow-Christians, I turn with de- " light : The grave cannot harm you, your prospects are bright. Be fa.thful and humble, — temptations repel: You'll soon leave the world with a smiling farewell. 7 Fa/ewell, then, my brethren, in body we part, But one common Saviour unites us in heart : Through grace we will conquer the world, flesh, and hell, And then bid this earth a triumphant farewell. 8 Farewell to its labours — farewell to its cares. — ■ Its thousand misfortunes, temptations, and snares : We'll mount on faith's pinions, with angeh to dwell, Where saints never hear the sad parting farewell. 494. 11,12 - :rwT The martyr's death-song. T HAVE fought the good fight, I have finish'd ■■■ my race, And thee. my Saviour, I soon shall embrace : They may torture this body, my spirit is free, And the billows of death shall but waft it tc thee. 304 MISCELLANY. 2 Let thy strength, Lord, but gird me — thy smile be but mine, And my soul on thy faithfulness firmly recline . The dungeon, the sword, or the stake I can dare, And in transports expire, if my Jesus be there. 3 Did my Lord feel the scourge ? Did the thorns pierce his brow ? In the darkness of death, on the cross did he bow? All this didst thou suffer, my Saviour, for me : Then, welcome the fetters that link me to thee. 4 United in sufferings — the promise is clear, I shall with my Jesus in glory appear : Out of great tribulation in triumph I go, With my robe washed in blood, and made whiter than snow. 5 I go to my Saviour — I go to my God : I tread the same path my Redeemer once trod ■ Unworthy, my Jesus, unworthy am I, E'en to fall in tny cause — for thy truth e'en lo die. 6 Lo ! on my clear vision the seats of the blest, Seem calmly to shine, and invite me to rest, Then, unshaken, my soul on the promise re- lies, — ■ "Though I die, I shall live— though I fall, I shall rise." 425 11, 8, 6, 7. [Measure of the original.] [Translated by J. W. Alexander.] Ich las dich nicht. T LEAVE thee not, thou art my Jesus ever, -*- Though earth rebel, And death and hell Would from its steadfast hold my faith dis- sever : MISCELLANY. 305 Hear -what my lore is taught, Thou art mv Jesus ever, I leave thee not. I leave thee not ! 2 I leave thee not, thy word my way shall brighten : With thee I go. Through weal and woe, Thy precept wise shall every burden lighten. My Lord, on thee I hang. Nor heed the journey's pang: Though thorny be my lot. Let but thy word enlighten, I leave thee not, I leave thee not ! 3 I leave thee not. e'en in the lap of pleasure: For when I stray Without thy ray. My richest joy must cease to be a treasure. I shudder at the glee, When no delight from thee Has heartfelt peace begot : E'en in the lap of pleasure, I leave thee not. I leave thee not ! 4 I leave thee not. my God. my Lord, my heaven. Nor death shall rend From thee, my friend. Who, for my soul, thyself to death hast given. For thou didst die for me, And love goes back to thee: My God. my life, my heaven, I leave thee not, I leave thee not ! 49fi lls x u u / shall be satisfied. IF I in thy likeness. Lord ! may awake, And shine a pure image of thee, Then I shall be satisfied when I can break The fetters of flesh, and be free ! 306 MISCELLANY 2 I know the stain'd tablet must first be wash'd white. To let thy bright features be drawn: I know I must suffer the darkness of night, To welcome the coming of dawn : 3 But I shall be satisfied when I can cast The shadows of nature all by, "When the cold, heavy world from my vision has past, To let the soul open her eye. 4 I gladly shall feel the blest morn drawing near, When time's dreamy fancies shall fade, If then in thy likeness I may but appear, And rise in thy beauty array' d. 5 To see thee in glory, Lord ! as thou art, From this mortal, perishing clay, The spirit immortal in peace would depart, And joyous mount up her bright way. G When on thine own image, in me, thou hast smiled, Within thy blest mansion : and when The arms of my Father encircle his child — 0; I shall be satisfied then! 427 11,8,7. Rock of salvation. TF life's pleasures charm thee, give them not ■*- thy heart, Lest the gift ensnare thee, from thy God to part : His favour seek, his praises speak, Fix here thy hope's foundation: Serve him, and he will ever be, The Rock of thv salvation MISCELLANY. 307 2 If distress befall thee, painful though it be. Let not grief appal thee, to thy Saviour flee : He, ever near, thy prayers will hear, And calm thy perturbation : The waves of wo shall ne'er o'erflow The Rock of thy salvation. 3 When earth's prospects fail thee, let it not distress, Better comforts wait thee, Christ will freely bless: To Jesus flee, thy prop he'll be, Thy heavenly consolation : For griefs below cannot o'erthrow The Rock of thy salvation. 4 Dangers may approach thee, let them not alarm, Christ will ever watch thee, and protect from harm : He near thee stands, with mighty hands, To ward off each temptation : To Jesus fly, he's ever nigh, The Rock of thy salvation. 5 Let not death alarm thee, shrink not from his blow, For thy God shall arm thee, and victory be- stow : For death shall bring to thee no sting, The grave no desolation : 'Tis gain to die, with Jesus nigh, The Rock of thy salvation. 49Q Six 7s. ^ w ^ Social prayer. TF 'tis sweet to mingle where -*■ Christians meet for social prayer: If 'tis sweet with them to raise Songs of holy joy and praise — 308 MISCELLANY. Passing sweet that state must be, Where they meet eternally. 2 Saviour, may these meetings prove Antepast to that above : While we worship in this place, May we go from grace to grace, Till we each in his degree, Fit for endless glory be. 4.9 Q L - M - ^haju Come ivith us. T LONG to see the season come, -*- When sinners will come nocking home, To taste the riches of God's love, And sing his praise in realms above. 2 Hark ! hear the gospel trumpet sound, Inviting sinners all around : Behold your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 He now is knocking at your heart, Waiting salvation to impart : To wash you in atoning blood, And seal you heirs and sons of God. 4 A few more days, and you must go To realms of joy or endless wo : In worlds above, with Christ to dwell ; Or sink beneath his frowns to hell. 5 Come, sinners, all now warning take, And all your sinful ways forsake : This world give o'er, leave sin behind, In Christ you shall redemption find. 6 Take your companions by the hand, Take all your children in a band, And give them up at Jesus' call, He'll pardon, bless, and save you all. MISCELLAN1. 309 4 O 9,10. T^^ I'm a pilgrim. T'M a pilgrim,, and I'm a stranger, -*- I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night : Do not detain me, for I am going To where the streamlets are ever flowing. Pm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, lean tarry, I can tarry but a night. 2 There the sunbeams are ever shining — I am longing, I am longing for the Bight: Within a country unknown and dreary, I've been wandering forlorn and weary. 3 In that country to which I am travelling, My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light : There is no sorrow, or any sighing, Or any sin there, or any dying. 4 There the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary, and the weary are at rest : Therewith angels, the saints, and the Saviour, 1 shall sit down for ever and ever. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, I am trailing, I am trav'liug to that rest. ^■-tJ X 4 rhapsody. T'M glad that I am born to die, From grief and wo my soul shall fly : Bright angels shall from glory come, And bear the weary pilgrim home. 2 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, I hope to praise him after death, I hope to praise him when I die, And shout salvation as I fly. 3 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home . My Saviour smiles and bids me come : 310 MISCELLANY. Sweet angels beckon me away, To sing God's praise in endless day. 4 When to that blessed world I rise, And join the anthems of the skies, This note above the rest shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. 5 Then shall I see my blessed God, And praise him in his bright abode : My theme through all eternity Shall glory, glory, glory be. 432 lis. 1 am iceary. T'M weary of straying — fain would I rest ■*■ In that far distant land of the pure and the blest, Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread, And tears and temptations for ever are fled. 2 I'm weary of hoping — where hope is un- true, As fair, but as fleeting, as morning's bright dew: I long for that land whose bless'd promise alone Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. 3 I'm weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth— O'er the pangs of the loved, which we cannot assuage — O'er the blightings of youth, and the weak- ness of age. 4 I'm weary of loving what passes away — The sweetest, t he dearest, alas ! may not stay MISCELLANY. 311 1 long for that land where those partings are o'er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. 5 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love : when shall I rest in thy presence above ? I'm weary — but, ! never let me repine : Thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine. iqq lls TZeJO The Rock that is higher than 1. TN seasons of grief to my God I'll repair, -^ When my heart is o'erwhelm'd with sor- row and care ; From the end of the earth unto thee will I cry,— Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I! Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. 2 When Satan the tempter comes in like a flood, To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good, I'll pray to the Lord who for sinners did die, — Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. 3 And when I have finish' d my pilgrimage here, Complete in Christ's righteousness I shall appear, In the swellings of Jordan, all dangers defy, And look to the Rock that is higher than I. 4 And when the last trumpet shall sound through the skies, And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise, 312 MISCELLANY. Transported I'll join with the ransom'd on high, To praise the great Rock that is higher than I ! Higher than I, higher than /, To praise the great Rock that is higher than 1 4.Q4. 8 > 7 - ^-^ J- Sweet affliction. TN the floods of tribulation, •*- While the billows o'er me roll, Jesus whispers consolation, And supports ray fainting soul . Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 2 Thus the lion yields me honey, From the eater food is given : Strengthen' d thus, I still press forward, Singing, as I wade to heaven, — Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, And my sins are all forgiven. 3 Mid the gloom the vivid lightnings With increasing brightness play, Mid the thorn-brake beauteous flowerets Look more beautiful and gay : Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 4 So in darkest dispensations, Doth my faithful Lord appear, With his richest consolations, To reanimate and cheer : Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, Thus to bring my Saviour near 5 All I meet, I find, assists me In my path to heavenly joy, Where, though trials now attend me» Trials never more annoy : MISCELLANY. 313 Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 6 Bless'd there with a weight of glory, Still the path I'll ne'er forget, But, exulting, cry. It led me To my blessed Saviour's seat — Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, AVhich has brought to Jesus' feet. \SifJtJ Dying grace tor dying hours. TT is just at day's departing **■ That the sun most glorious glows, Life und joy o'er all imparting. As he sinketh to repose : Thus when low the spirit bendeth To death's host of gloomy powers, Then his richest gift God sendeth, — Dying grace for dying hours. 2 Then the soul, on wings upsoaring, Triumphs o'er its last dread foe ; And, the Saviour's love adoring, To its heavenly rest doth go : Once so trembling, weak, and fearful, Oft it falter'd in the race. Now rejoicing, glad and cheerful, — Dying hours have dying grace. 3 Fear not, then, when foes assail thee, Fear not when the night is dark, God's sure promise cannot fail thee, He will guide thy trembling bark : He who once hath died to win thee, Will thy every want supply : He in time will plant within thee Grace to live and grace to die. 314 MISCELLANY. 436 C M. The heavenly Jerusalem, JERUSALEM, my happy home ! ** 0, how I long for thee ! When will my sorrows have an end ! Thy joys when shall I see ! 2 Thv walls are all of precious stone Most glorious to behold : Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are paved with gold. 3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks My study long have been, Such dazzling views by human sight Have never yet been seen. 4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord, Why should I stay from thence ? What folly's this that I should dread To die and go from hence ? 5 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun. 437 10's. Joyfully, joyfully. TOYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move, ** Bound for the land of bright spirits above ; Angelic choristers sing as I come, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 2 Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to that land of delight will I go : Pilgrim and stranger no more shall 1 roam, Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home. MISCELLANY. 315 3 Friends I have there, who have pass'd on before, "Waiting, they watch me approaching that shore, Singing to cheer me through death's chilling gloom, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 4 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear : Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 5 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low, Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow : Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb: Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 6 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be banish*d. his sceptre be gone ; Joyfully then shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 4.QQ m - mtJU Feed thy sheep. X ET thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, -^ Come and bid our jarrings cease : Come, come, and reign for ever, God of love and Prince of peace: Visit, now, poor bleeding Zion, Hear thy people mourn and weep : Day and night thy lambs are crying, Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 2 Some for Paul, some for Apollos, Some for Cephas — few agree : Jesus, let us hear thee call us — Help us. Lord, to follow thee ; Then we'll rush through what encumbers, Over every hindrance leap — 816 MISCELLANY. Not kept back, by force, or numbers — Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 3 Lord in us there is no merit — We've been sinners from our youth . Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, Which shall teach us all thy truth : On thy gospel word we'll venture, Till in death's cold arms we sleep, Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour— good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 439 L. M. The good old way. T IFT up your hearts, Immanuel's friends, -^ And taste the pleasure Jesus sends : Let nothing cause you to delay, But hasten on the good old way. 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, Shall not prevent our victory, If we but watch, and strive, and pray, Like soldiers in the good old way. 3 good old way, how sweet thou art ! May none of us from thee depart, But may our actions always say, We're marching in the good old way. 4 Though Satan may his powers employ— Our happiness he would destroy ; Yet never fear we'll gain the day, And shout and sing the good old way. 5 Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend, Soon all our grief in joy shall end ; Our God will wipe all tears away When we have run the good old way MISCELLANY. 317 6 Then far beyond this mortal shore, We'll meet with those who've gone before, Through grace divine we'll gvtin the day, By marching in the good old way. 440 8,7. Music. T ISTED into the cause of sin, •*■* Why should a good be evil ? Music alas ! too long has been Press'd to obey the devil : Drunken or lewd or light, the lay Flows to the soul's undoing, "Widens and strews with flowers the way Down to eternal ruin. 2 "Who on the part of God will rise ? Innocent sounds recover — Fly on the prey, and seize the prize, Plunder the carnal lover : Strip him of every moving strain, Every melting measure, Music in virtue's cause retain, Rescue the holy pleasure. 3 Come, let us try, if Jesus' love Will not as well inspire us : This is the theme of those above, This upon earth shall fire us : Try if your hearts are tuned to sing, Is there a subject greater ? Harmony all its strains may bring, Jesus's name is sweeter. 4 Jesus the soul of music is, # His is the noblest passion : Jesus's name is life and peace, Happiness and salvation: 318 MISCELLANY. Jesus's name the dead can raise, Show us our sins forgiven : Fill us with all the life of grace, Carry us up to heaven. 6 Who have a right like us to sing, Us whom his mercy raises ? Cheerful our hearts, for Christ is King- Joyful are all our faces. Who of his love doth once partake, He evermore rejoices : Melody in our hearts we make, Melody with our voices. 6 He that a sprinkled conscience hath. He that in God is merry, Let him sing psalms, the Spirit saith, Joyful and never weary. Offer the sacrifice of praise In spirit, never ceasing, Spiritual songs and anthems raise, Worship, and thanks, and blessing. 7 Then let us in his praises join Triumph in his salvation : Glory ascribe to love divine, Worship and adoration : Heaven already is begun, Open'd in each believer: Only believe, and still sing on, Heaven is ours for ever. C. M. Parting. ORD,.when together here we meet, ' And taste thy heavenly grace, Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, We're loth to leave the place. 441 I MISCELLANY. 319 2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will That we must part again, let thy gracious presence still With every one remain. 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, Till we around thy gracious throne Shall joyous meet above. 4 Where sin and sorrow from each heart Shall then for ever fly, And not one thought that we should part, Once intercept our joy. 5 Where, void of all distracting pains, Our spirits ne'er shall tire : But in seraphic, heavenly strains, Redeeming love admire. 6 And thus, through all eternity, Upon the heavenly shore, - The great mysterious One in Three, Jehovah, well adore. 442 lls T=*^ Home. IV TID scenes of confusion and creature -^- complaints, How sweet to niy soul is communion with saints : To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home: Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace. And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease : 320 MISCELLANY. Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 3 I sigh from this burden of flesh to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee : Though now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, give me submission and strength as my day : In all my afflictions to thee I would come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, give me thy grace, The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face : Let light from thy presence disperse all my gloom, - And give me, e'en now, a sweet foretaste of home. 6 I long, gracious Lord, in thy presence to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; But in thy blest image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home. 44Q lls "VTY rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, i.TX Then why should I murmur when trials are near ? Be hush'd, my dark spirit, the worst that can come But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home. MISCELLANY. 321 2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss And building my hopes in a region like this : I look for a city which hands have not piled, I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 3 The thorn and the thistle around me maj grow, I would not lie down upon roses below : I ask not a portion, I seek not my rest, Till I find them for ever on Jesus's breast. 4 Afflictions may damp me, but cannot de- stroy : One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tears, if He smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, turn diamond or gem. 5 Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close : Comejoy or come sorrow, whatever may befall, One hour with my God will make up for it all. 6 A scrip on my back and a staff in my hand, I march on, in haste, through an enemy's land : The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, And I'll smooth it with hope and I'll cheer it with song. 444 8 > 6 ' 7 - T^ J= The cross. "VTUST Simon bear the cross alone, ■*•*-*- And all the world go free ? No, there's a cross for every one, And there" s a cross for me. 11 322 MISCELLANY. Yes, there's a cross on Calvary, Through which by faith the crown I see, — To me 'tis pardon bringing: that's the cross for me ! 2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here : But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. For perfect love will dry the tear, And cast out all tormenting fear Which round .my heart is clinging : that's the love for me ! 3 We'll bear the consecrated cross, Till from the cross we're free ; And then go home to wear the crown, For there's a crown for me. Yes, there's a crown in heaven above, The purchase of my Saviour's love, For me at His appearing : that's the crown for me ! 4 The saints shall hear the midnight cry,' The Lord will then appear, And virgins wise, with burning lamps, Will meet him in the air ; For there's a home in heaven prepared, A house by saints and angels shared, Where Christ is interceding: that's the home for me ! 445 8,7. The trumpet-call. IV/TY brethren all, on you I call, IT!. A r i se an( j i 00 k around you : How many foes, bound to oppose, Are waiting to confound you. MISCELLANY. 323 The trumpet calls from Zion's walls, Shake off your sleep and slumber : Arise and pray, we'll win the day, Though we are few in number. 2 Now valiant prove for him you love, Confide in his great power : Resolve to die, but never fly, His rock shall be your tower. Our triumph's sure if we'll endure. And urge the contest stronger : The prize of life shall crown the strife, A few more struggles longer. 3 The conflict sore will soon be o'er, The trump of triumph sounded : Our armour bright shall with delight At Jesus' feet be grounded. Then God shall give, and we receive, The crowns of fadeless glory : And long will dwell in heaven to tell Love's all immortal story. 446 8, 10, 12. A shout. f~\ HOW charming, how charming, " Is the radiant band of music ! how charming is the radiant band Of music playing through the air ! Angelic armies tune their harps, Enraptured spirits play their parts : Shout, shout, the great Messiah's come tc reign. 2 Gabriel descending, Gabriel descending, Brings the joyful news, joyful ! Brings the joyful news of our Redeemer's birth, The great Messiah's come to earth. 324 MISCELLANY. Good-will to men I now proclaim, The Saviour's born in Bethlehem : Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign. 3 See his star arising, see his star arising, In the eastern sky now rising, See his star arising in the eastern sky, The day-spring opening from on high : The types and shadows flee away, And now begins the gospel day : Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign. 4 Shepherds adore him, wise men have found him, (xlory be to God, glory ! Wise men have found him by the rising star, And come to worship from afar : Their golden gifts they now present, And spices of the sweetest scent: Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to . reign. 5 Jews and Gentiles join in concert, Praise their infant King ! praise him ! Jews and Gentiles praise their infant King, And loud hosannas sweetly sing : With Gabriel and the shining host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost : Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign. 447 c - M - ^*- J- • The voyage. f\ FOR a breeze of heavenly love, " To waft my soul away, To the celestial world above, Where pleasures ne'er decay. MISCELLANY. S2t 2 Eternal Spirit, deign to be My pilot here below. To steer through life's tempestuous sea, "Where angry tempests blow. 3 From rocks of pride on either hand, From quicksands of despair — guide me safe to Canaan's land, Through every latent snare. 4 Anchor me in that port above. On that celestial shore, Where dashing billows never move, Where tempests never roar. 448 L. M. Jesus. f\ 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. 2 could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon the wondrous sight: that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die ! 3 I'd hang around his feet, and cry, Lord, save a soul condemn'd to die ; And let a wretch come near thy throne To plead the merits of thy Son ! 4 Father of mercy, drop thy frown, And give me shelter in thy Son ; And with my broken heart comply: save me, Jesus ! or I die. 5 Lord, deny me what thou wilt, If thou wilt ease me of my guilt : Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry. And give me Jesus, or I die. 326 MISCELLANY. 449 lls - - I -- I - 1/ Good news. OHOW I have long'd for thy coming, Lord, And sought thee by praying and searching thy word ! With watching and fasting my sou! was op- prest, Nor would I give over until I was blest. 2 The news of thy mercy at length did ap- pear : According to promise, thou answer'dst my prayer ; And glory is open'd in floods on my soul — Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll. 3 See other poor sinners, who fall at thy feet, Oppress'd by a burden enormously great : raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love, And shout hallelujah like angels above. 4 I'll sing and I'll shout, and I'll shout and I'll sing ! God, make the nations with praises to ring, With loud acclamations of Jesus's love, And carry us all to the city above. 5 We'll wait for his chariot, it seems to draw near : come, my dear Saviour, let glory ap- pear : We long to be singing and shouting above, O'erwhelm'd, like the angels, in joy and in love. MISCELLANY. 327 T: O \j ff e { s precious. r\ JESUS, my Saviour ! I know thou art " mine ! For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign : Of objects most pleasing, Hove thee the best: "Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm blest. 2 Thou art my rich treasure, my joy, and my love, None richer possess'd by the angels above : My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame : I'm raised into rapture while praising his name. 3 Though weak and despised, by faith I now stand, Preserved and defended by Heaven's kind hand: By Jesus supported, I'll praise his dear name, Regardless of danger, of praise, or of blame. 4 I find him in singing, I find him in prayer : In sweet meditation he always is near : My constant companion, may we not part I All glory to Jesus, who dwells in my heart ! 5 If ever I loved, sure I love thee, my Lord, I love thy dear people, thy ways, and thy word: I love all my brethren, I love sinners too, Since Jesus has died to redeem them from wo. 6 When happy in. Jesus, I regard not the proud, Though sinners despise me for shouting so loud ; 328 MISCELLANY. For death will soon call ine, and tnen shall I fly To praise my dear Jesus in mansions on high. 451 lis. Love to the Saviour. r\ JESUS, my Saviour ! to thee I submit, " With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet, The sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh, and blood, To thee, my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my Lord : I love thee, my Saviour — I trust in thy word: I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know ; But how much I love thee I never can show. 3 I'm happy, I'm happy, wondrous ac- count ! My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount, I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With angels, my kindred, and Jesus, more dear. 4 Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest, My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest! Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song, Thy love doth inspire both my heart and my tongue. 6 who is like Jesus ? he's Salem's bright King: He smiles, and he loves me, and helps me to sing: I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill. MISCELLANY. 329 459 CM - ±-*J £j Longing for home. r\ LAND of rest ! for thee I sigh: ^ When will the moment come When I shall lay my armour by, And dwell in peace at home ? 2 No tranquil joys on earth I know, No peaceful sheltering dome : This world's a wilderness of wo — This world is not my home. 3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest: He bade me cease to roam, And lean for succour on his breast, And he'd conduct me home. 4 I should at once have quit the field Where foes with fury foam, But, ah ! my passport was not seal'd — I could not yet go home. 5 When, by affliction sharply tried, I view the gaping tomb, Although I dread death's chilling tide, Yet still I sigh for home. 6 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom, I long to quit tlv unhallow'd ground, And dwell with Christ at home. 453 11, 12, 13. The banner of the cross. OSAY can you see, bv the truth's holy light. What the fathers once hail'd, in the world's earlv being, 330 MISCELLANY. When for sin, o'er our race, hung the mantle of night — What God, for our weal, was in mercy de- creeing ? The tanner unfurl' d which shall conquer the world, When sin shall be vanquish'd — to darkness be hurl'd : the cross is that banner, and long may it wave, Till Jesus lead captive both death and the grave ! 2 'Twas but dimly perceived through the darkness that reign'd, And man seem'd enchanted in slumbers reposing ; But the prophets their message of mercy proclaim'd, The banner of peace though obscurely dis- closing : Oft it seem'd to unfold o'er the clouds as they roll'd, And the day brightly dawn'd by the prophets foretold, When the blood-stained banner in triumph shall wave O'er the earth, o'er the sea, over death and the grave. 3 Now where is the foe that so vauntingly swore, By the gods whom he worshipp'd, that darkness should rule us — No home should await us where angels adore, But death and the grave should together control us ? MISCELLANY. 831 He has trembled with fear, and will flee in despair. Like the lion the archers have chased to his lair ; And our banner in triumph continues to wave, And triumph it must over death and the grave. 4 Thus will it be ever while Christians shall stand Near the cross, and remember their high destination : Bless ? d with victory and peace, this invin- cible band Shall shout when the Lord has renew'd all creation ; For conquer they must, as their cause is most just ; And this is their motto, In God is our trust! their banner in glory, in triumph shall wave, When lost is the power of death and the grave. 454 S. M. sing to me of heaven. f\ SING to me of heaven " When I am call'd to die! Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high ! 2 When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow, Burst forth in strains of joyfulness, Let heaven besrin below! 332 MISCELLANY. 3 When the last moment comes, watch my dying face, And catch the bright, seraphic gleam Which o'er each feature plays. 4 Then, to my ravish'd ears, Let one sweet song be given — Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in heaven. 5 Then close my sightless eyes, And lay me down to rest, And clasp my pale and icy hands Upon my lifeless breast. 6 Then round my senseless clay Assemble those I love, And sing of heaven, delightful heaven, My glorious home above. 4-^ n ' 8 - \£.*J U The praise oj Jesus. OTHOU, in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call, My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all ! Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep, To feed on the pastures of love ? For why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 2 why should I wander an alien from thee, And cry in the desert for bread ? My foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see. And smile at the tears I have shed. MISCELLANY. 333 Fe daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen The Star that on Israel shone ? Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been, And where with his flocks he has gone ! 3 This is my Beloved — his form is divine, His vestments shed odours around : The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine. When autumn with plenty is erown'd : The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow In the vales on the banks of the streams, On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow, And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 4 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet. Is heard through the shadows of death : The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfumed with his breath : His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, That waters the garden of grace. From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, And bask in the smiles of his face. 5 Love sits in his evelids, and scatters de- light Through all the bright mansions on high : Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight, And tremble with fulness of joy : He looks, and ten thousands of angels re- joice, And myriads wait for his word: He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of her Lord. 334 MISCELLANY. 4:00 Why will ye die? OTURN ye, turn ye ! for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh ? Now Jesus myites you, the Spirit says, Come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 2 How vain the delusion, that while you de- lay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away ! Come wretched, come starving, come just a3 you be, While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 3 Now Jesus is ready your souls to receive, And grant you a pardon, if you will believe ; If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 'Tis you he bids welcome — he bids you come home. 4 In riches, in pleasures, what can ycu ob- tain To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ? To bear up your spirits when summon'd to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high ? 5 Why will you be starving and feeding op air? There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare : If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. MISCELLANY. 335 6 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart, And, trusting in Heaven, we never shall part: how can we leave you ? why will you not come ? We'll journey together, and soon be at home. 457 7,6. Valiant soldier. r\ WHEN shall I see Jesus, ^* And reign with him above, And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love ! When shall I be deliver'd From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier ; My Captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, And bids me not give o'er; And, if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give ; And all his valiant soldiers Shall ever with him live. 3 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die ; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid you all adieu : Then, my friends, prove faithful. And on your way pursue. 4 Whene'er you meet with troubles And trials on your way, 336 MISCELLANY. cast your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray ; Gird on the heavenly armour Of faith and hope and love; And when the combat's ended, iou'11 reign with him above. 5 do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend ; And, if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend : Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request : He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. 45 O The knell. QFT as the bell, with solemn toll, ^ Speaks the departure of a soul ; Let each one ask himself, " Am I Prepared, should I be call'd to die ?" 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath Preserves me from the jaws of death : Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, And plunged into a world unknown. 3 Then, leaving all I loved below, To God's tribunal I must go : Must h c ar the Judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlasting state. 4 But could I bear to hear him say, " Depart, accursed, far away! With Satan, in the lowest hell, Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell." 5 Lord Jesus ! help me now to flee, And seek my hope alone in thee: Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give, Subdue mv sin, and in me live. MISCELLANY. 337 6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear, If saved from guilt, I need not fear : Nor would the thought distressing be, Perhaps it next may toll for me. Jlfj O Prospect of Canaan. /^kUR bondage it shall end by and by — ^ From Egypt's yoke set free, Hail the glorious jubilee, And to Canaan we'll return by and by. 2 Though our enemies are strong, we'll go en, Though our hearts dissolve with fear, Lo, Sinai's God is near, While the fiery pillar moves we'll go on. 3 Though Marah has bitter streams, we'll go on, Though Baca's vale be dry, And the land yield no supply, To a land of corn and wine we'll go on. 4 And when to Jordan's floods we are come, Jehovah rules the tide, And the waters he'll divide, And the ransom'd host shall shout, we are come. 5 Then friends shall meet again, who have loved, Our embraces shall be sweet At the dear Redeemer's feet, When we meet to part no more, who have loved. 6 Then with all the happy throng we'll re- joice, Shouting glory to our King, Till the vaults of heaven ring, And through all eternity we'll rejoice. 338 AIISCELLANS. 4-fiO 65 ' 3. vj\j p 00Tf wilder ed, weeping heart. T)OOR, wilder'd, weeping heart, -*■ What can relieve thee ? Come, sinful as thou art, Christ will receive thee : Come, though with woes opprest, Soft is thy Saviour's breast, There mayst thou sweetly rest, There naught can grieve thee. 2 Come, trembling, timid soul, Why this delaying ? Thunders, that o'er thee roll, Fall on thee straying : Turn from destruction's ways, Turn to the throne of grace, There seek thy Father's face, Weeping and praying. 3 Hence guilty fear and doubt, Leave me for ever : Lord, wilt thou cast me out ? Never — never : From unbelief of mind : From thoughts to sin inclined: From flesh and hell combined, Thou wilt deliver. A CK 1 ^' **" ^fcvl J. Admonition to the young "OEMEMBER, sinful youth, -*-*' You must die : Who hate the way of truth, And in your pleasures boast : You must die ! 2 Uncertain are your days, Here below ; MISCELLANY. 339 For God hath many ways To bring you to your graves, Here below. 3 And if you travel down The broad road, To darkness you are bound, Eternally around, The broad road. 4 To a dreadful judgment-day You are bound : Think of it as you may — Nor can you it delay — You are bound. 5 Then to the Saviour flee — 'Scape for life — Lest death eternal be Your final destiny — 'Scape for life. ^V£ Return. TDETURX, wanderer, to thy home, ■"• Thy Father calls for thee : No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery. Return, return ! 2 Return, wanderer, to thy home, 'Tis Jesus calls for thee : The Spirit and the bride say come, now for refuge flee. Return, return! 3 Return, wanderer, to thy home 'Tis madness to delay : There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day. Return, return ! 340 MISCELLANY. 4fi2 - L ' M ' ^V ZJ IS ill ye also go away? CAY now, ye lovely social band, ^ Who walk the road to Canaan's land: Ye who have fled from Sodom's plain, Say, do you wish to turn again ? 2 ! have ye ventured to the field Well orm'd with helmet, sword, and shield ! And shall the world, with dread alarms, Compel you now to ground your arms ? 8 ! come, young soldiers, count the cost, And say what pleasures have you lost ; Or what misfortune does it bring To have Jehovah for your King ? 4 ! what contentment did you find When love of pleasure ruled your mind ? No sweet reflections lull'd your rest, Nor conscious virtue calm'd your breast. 5 Did you not dread that awful day That soon must sweep your joys away, When death shall sing in mournful strain, M Let dust return to dust again ?" 6 But now your thoughts delight to soar Where earth and time shall be no more : They pass the grave, and mount on high To the fair fields above the sky. 4fi4 10 ' 7 ' 9 - mvja: The atonement. CAW ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, ^ Saw ye my Saviour and God ? ! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me. And to purchase our pardon with blood MISCELLANY. 341 2 He was extended — ITe was extended, Painfully nail'd to the cross : Here lie bow'd his head and died, Thus my Lord was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Jesus hung bleeding — Jesus hung bleeding, Three dreadful hours in pain. And the solid rocks were rent Through creation's vast extent, When the Jews crucified the God-man. 4 Darkness prevailed — darkness prevailed, Darkness prevailed o'er the land, And the sun refused to shine, When his Majesty Divine Was derided, insulted; and slain. 5 When it was finish' d — when it was finish'd, And the atonement was made, He was taken by the great, And embalm' d in spices sweet, And was in a new sepulchre laid. G Hail, mightySaviour — hail, mighty Saviour, Prince, and the author of peace! ! he burst the bars of death, And, triumphant, from beneath. He ascended to mansions of bliss. 7 There interceding — there interceding, Pleading that sinners may live, Crying, "Father, I have died, behold my hands and side, forgive them, I pray thee forgive." 8 "I will forgive them — I will forgive them, When they repent and believe : Let them now return to thee, And be reconciled to me, And salvation thev all shall receive n 342 MISCELLANY. 465 8,7,11,9,6. Welcome home. CEE, Christian, see how time steals on: ^ Soon will sink life's setting sun: Like the gleams of closing day, Fade these fleeting hours away. Then up let us toil till our toilings are o'er, Till we shall be borne to eternity's shore : Our final summons having come, How sweet the Christian's welcome home. Home, home, home, the Christian's welcome home, Welcome home, welcome home. 2 See how the shades of death come nigh — Blissful shades when Christians die : They mark the path our Saviour trod, Dying saints to waft to God : Then up,fellow-Christian,letmourningbe o'er: Rejoice in the Saviour, rejoice evermore : Our final summons having come, How sweet the Christian's welcome home. Home, home, home, the Christian's welcome home, Welcome home, welcome home. m 9,8. Revival. QEE how the Scriptures are fulfilling: ^ Poor sinners are returning home : The time that prophets were foretelling, With signs and wonders, now is come. The gospel trumpets now are roaring From sea to sea, from land to land ; God's Holy Spirit is down-pouring, And Christians joining heart and hand. MISCELLANY. 343 2 Ten thousand fall before Jehovah, For mercy — mercy ! loud they cry ; Then rise, all shouting hallelujah! And glory be to God on high ! But many cry, " It's all disorder,'' And disbelieve God's holy word ; But Christians sing and shout the louder, All glory, glory to the Lord. 3 sinners! hear our invitation ! You are but feeble dying worms: fly to Jesus for salvation, Or you must meet God's awful storms : We warn you in the name of Jesus, The awful Judge of quick and dead ; But if you still refuse to hear us, Your blood shall be upon your head. 4 Now God is calling every nation, The bond and free, the rich and poor : These are the days of visitation ; Sweet gospel-grace will soon be o'er : The Lord shall come, all clothed in thunder And lightning streaming from his eye : ! then he'll cut his foes asunder, And cast them where the damned lie. 4-fi7 8 ' 7 ' Jlv/ 4 27