■ BUlikHALTER LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCETON, N. J Division. SCO* Section ) >3» 3SSES> TO!S5> S J> • «■» aE> > ^^3^BI ► ->» MM ■> »X>:7£ TV&J/S&P lfek •> ■»* -> >ii^ 1^^ > ^3B^> ^ -» OaK^^ •> .Z3* 3B> _j& A ~^?? ^>^XSli >> > Z2l *• > >> > .13^^** * > > v> >^>J*>>>3 i» ^>^ ZZ s_^ x> » 1 ^y^-rtr-*! 55 1 at%a»^rs^ ^"^^ i^Bi » > >3>X2» ? o o s HYMNS, SELECTED AND ORIGINAL, FOR PUBLIC AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. PUBLISHED FOR THE GENERAL SYNOD iEbangeltral £ut1)cran ffirjurct) IN THE UNITED STATES. FIFTH REVISED EDITION. BALTIMORE: PUBLISHED BY T. NEWTON KURTZ, No. 151 WEST PRATT STREET, 1802. Entered according to act of Congress, in the ^ear f 852, by T. NEWTON KURTZ, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for th» District of Maryland. STEREOTYPED BY L. JOHSSON AXD CO. PHILADELPHIA. PRINTED BY C. SHERMAN. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE LARGE EDITION. A larger form of this work having been called for, the Publishing Committee, in accordance with the instructions which they received from the General Synod, at its last meeting, herewith present it to the public. It differs only in size from the last revised edition, except that some mistakes that had been made as the work was passing through the press are here corrected. The most material of these is the substitution of new hymns in the place of Nos. 357, 775, and 926, the first having been inserted by a mistake of the printer, and the others being dupli- cates of Nos. 60 and 415. The ft being put after the numbers of these hymns, it is hoped that no in- convenience will occur from this correction. A general desire having been expressed for the insertion of the names of authors, and the list given in the first edition being very imperfect, great pains have been taken by the Chairman of the Committee of Revision to make this as complete as possible, though something still remains to be done in this direction, which it is hoped may be supplied here- after. The table of German hymns and tunes promised in the Preface to the former edition, but accidentally IV ADVERTISEMENT. omitted, is also herewith furnished, and will likewise be added to the smaller editions. It is hoped that this will not only facilitate the singing of these hymns, but also tend to improve our church music, by the in- troduction of a number of well known and standard German tunes, with which a large body of our mem- bers are already familiar in the German. PREFACE. SlN&ING the praises of God is justly regarded as one of the most delightful and profitable parts of worship, both public and private. It was introduced by divine command into the worship of the Old Testament ; the blessed Savior himself recommended it by his practice; and it is enjoined by the apostle Paul on Christians in general. Its separate utility, in addition to that of prayer and hearing the word of God, is based upon the very nature of the human mind, as it calls into action additional powers of the soul. Yet as the materials for the exercise of this Christian duty in any other than the Hebrew lan- guage, whether translations of the Psalms or original effusions on the doctrines and facts of the Scriptures, are necessarily the products of -uninspired pens; they are characterized by different degrees of merit, both in respect to poetic excellence and devotional ten- dency. In no other language, it is thought, is there extant so copious and excellent a collection of Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, as that of the Lu- theran Church in Germany. And from this copious source our German churches in this country have drawn ample supplies. Yet the prevalence of the English language has, in some places, long since led to its introduction into the services of our sanctuaries, as well as to the publication of several collections of VI PREFACE. hymns in the same tongue. Among these, that made by the learned and pious Dr. Kuntze, then Senior of the New York Ministerium, and published in 1795, is excellent in its devotional tendency, but lamentably deficient in poetic beauty and purity of diction. The collection, subsequently made by a Committee of the New York Synod, appointed in 1812, not only merits a decided preference, but is indeed a most excellent work. Yet long experience has evinced that this selection does not afford a sufficient variety for all the purposes of ministerial duty and Christian practice, and many of the choicest and most devotional pro- ductions of the English muse are not contained in it. Under these circumstances, the General Synod deemed it their duty, in accordance with their Con- stitution, and in obedience to the numerous calls made on them, to provide a hymn-book possessing alike sufficient amplitude, classical excellence, and devotional spirit, to serve as a permanent book for the churches of their connection, and for all others who may be disposed to use it. For this purpose the undersigned were appointed a committee in 1825, and have for several years devoted their most particular and prayerful attention to the important duty assigned them. They have found the work arduous far be- yond their early expectations; but their conviction of its importance and necessity has continually in- creased. Their aim has been to combine in the highest possible degree practical excellence with the charms and graces of poetry. They have procured all the most excellent and valuable hymn-books used by sister churches, and have also examined very many hymns dispersed through the works of indi- vidual authors. They feel assured that the selection made will contain the major part of the best hymns extant in the English language. They have also, after mature consideration, constructed a new ar- PBEFACI. vn rangement, which they deem decidedly more practi- cal than any other which they have seen, and calcu- lated to be more useful both to ministers and laymen. A view of the general subjects, sufficiently minute for reference, is prefixed to the book. A portable size was adopted, not only for the sake of cheapness and convenience in public and domestic worship, but also that Christians who strive to walk with God, and delight to sing the songs of Zion, may carry this volume with them on their journeys, and in their social walks, and into the field of labor, and, as op- portunity may offer, kindle anew the flame of their devotion at the fire of the sacred muse. In conclusion, we would commend this work to the serious use of the disciples of our Lord in general, and our churches in particular ; and more especially to the favor and blessing of that divine Redeemer, whose dying love will be the theme of our more per- fect praises in the realms of celestial bliss. S. S. SCIIMUCKER, Professor of Theology in Theological Seminary of the General Synod of Evangelical Luth. Church. C. P. Krauth, Pastor of the Second English Lutheran Church, Philadelphia. G. Shober, Pastor of the Lutheran Church, Salem, North Carolina J. G. SCIIMUCKER, D. D., Pastor of the Lutheran Church, York, Pennsylvania B. Keller, Pastor of the Lutheran Church, Qermantown, Pennsylvania Gettysburg, Pa., May 16, 1828. PEEFACB TO THE NEW EDITION. Various changes in this Hymn book having been called for, a committee was, at the meeting of the General Synod in 1845, appointed to examine what was desirable in this respect, and directed to report to the Synod at its next meeting in the city of New York in 1848. The committee having done so, their report was accepted, and their number having been increased by the addition of one member from each Synod not already represented in that committee, they were directed to make the alterations and im- provements indicated as necessary, and to have the book stereotyped and published. The* committee, consisting of fifteen, being too un- wieldy and too widely separated for frequent con- sultation, having had a meeting during the session of the General Synod, and agreed upon a mode of action for tl*3 decision of one or two points, com- mitted the dretails of the work to a sub-committee of three who resided in the same place, (Gettysburg, Pa.,) and could therefore perform the task assigned them with the greatest deliberation. The results of their labors are herewith presented to the church. It is needless to specify in detail the changes that they have made, but they may state in general that, in accordance with the report and resolutions under which they were appointed, they carefully revised the text of the whole work, making such verbal changes as seemed necessary or desirable, removed some fifty of the most objectionable hymns from the body of the book as originally prepared, threw out all duplicates, substituted improved editions of PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. IX hymns "where they presented themselves, rejected such stanzas of hymns as seemed injurious to them, and re-arranged the whole Appendix, from which they removed those hymns generally to which well grounded exception appeared to have been taken in our churches. For the hymns removed they, of course, substituted others, and, without increasing the size or price of the book, have added some forty others, so as to make the whole number of new hymns in this edition about one hundred and fifty. These changes, they believe, will generally com- mend themselves to those interested in this work. They might indeed have been carried further, but it was not contemplated that the book should be so re- modeled as to be incapable of being used in connec- tion with the previous editions. On a subsequent page will be found directions for the use of the new in connection with the old book, and the plan is so plain and simple that it is hoped that no inconve- nience will be experienced in this respect. To facilitate the use of hymns translated from the German, of which as many as seemed desirable under existing circumstances have been introduced, a table of tunes suitable to them, or the melodies of their originals, the metres of which have been preserved, is appended. No table of scriptural passages has been intro- duced, because very little use seems to be made of such tables, and because the few references which were made to such passages at the headings of hymns in former editions, have been omitted in this for the sake of brevity and of uniformity. It is hoped that a careful statement of the subject of each hymn, at its head, and a copious index of subjects will supply all that is here needed. Hoping that the book, thus revised and enlarged, will meet the wants and expectations of those for A 2 X PREFACE TO THE X£W EDITION. whom it is intended, and animate more and more the devotions of our churches and of individual Chris- tians, and praying that all who use it may " sing with the spirit and with the understanding ," and that the Triune God may accept of the praises, and answer the prayers thus addressed unto Him, we herewith commit this volume to our ministers and people. Wm. M. Reynolds, Synod East Penna., H. L. Baugher, a Maryland, 9 S. S. SCHMUCKER, a West Penna., Chas. F. Schaeefer, « New York, H. I. Schmidt, a Hartwick, C5> L. ElCHELBERGER, a Virginia, G. SCHERER, a S. W. Virginia, J. D. SCHECK, a Xorth Carolina, P. A. Strobel, a South Carolina, ^ «> H. G. Keil, a Ohio, (English,) 3 «> •^ J. H. HOFFMAN, a Wittenberg, W. H. Harrison, a Miami, F. Springer, a Illinois, s J. TVlNECOFF, it Alleghany, a. P. Glenn, a South West, Gettysburg, Pa., April 9, 1850. EXPLANATIONS. f Placed after the number of a hymn shows that it is a new one, not found in former editions. XX After the number of a hymn shows that it is not in the first revised edition. * At the end of a stanza shows that the following stanza of the older editions has been omitted. ** Indicates the omission of two stanzas, &c. Where a hymn has two numbers thus, 537, (S56,) the second number indicates the place of the hymn in the old books. TABULAR VIEW OF CONTENTS. I. The Scriptures 1 II. Being and Perfections of God 13, 772 III. Trinity 41, 805 IT. Praise to God 44, 767 V. The works of God 58 VI. Providence of God 65 VII. Fall and depravity of man 89 VEIL Christ 99, 776 IX. Holy Spirit 172, 793 X. Angels 808 XL The Gospel call 182, 811 XII. Penitence of the awakened sinner 248, 831 XIII. Supplication for divine mercy 270, 836 XIV. Salvation through Jesus Christ 303, 841 XV. Christian experience 355, 851 XVI. The means of grace 483, 876 XV II. Kingdom and Church of Christ 528, 881 XVIII. Missionary hymns 881 XIX. Particular occasions and circumstances. .598, 896 1. Social meetings 896 2. Revivals 907 3. Confirmation 917 xi Xll TABULAR VIEW OF CONTENTS. 4. Consecration of places of worship 928 5. Special occasions 932 6. Sickness and affliction 956 7. Seamen 960 8. Reformation festival 963 9. National occasions 968 10. Temperance 973 11. Bible Societies 978 XX. Death 598, 896 XXI. Resurrection 727, 989 XXII. Judgment 731, 989 XXIII. Eternity 738, 993 XXIV. Dismissions and Doxologies 752, 1005 Appendix 767 HYMNS. THE SCRIPTURES. X The Bible the source of religious knowledge. L. M. 1 INTERNAL Spirit ! 'twas thy breath J-^ The oracles of truth inspired ; And kings and holy seers of old With strong prophetic impulse fired. 2 Mov'd by thy great almighty pow'r, Their lips with heavenly wisdom flow'd; Their hands a thousand wonders wrought, Which bore the signature of God. o With gladsome hearts they spread the news Of pardon, through a Savior's blood; And to a num'rous seeking crowd Mark'd out the path to his abode. 4 The powers of earth and hell in vain Against the sacred word combine ; Thv providence through ev'ry age Securely guards the work divine. 5 Thee, its great author, source of light, Thee, its preserver, we adore ; And humbly ask a ray from thee Its hidden wonders to explore. 2 Divine authority of the Bible. L. M, 1 'HP WAS by an order from the Lord, A The ancient prophets spoke his word ; His Spirit did their tongues inspire. And warm'd their hearts with heav'nlv fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirm' d the messages thev brought : A 1 1 A THE SCRIPTURES. The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God ! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who died for me. 4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanish in the wind ; Here I can fix my hope secure : This is thy word, and must endure. 0 Tlie Bible suited to our wants. C. M. 1 T^ATHER of mercies, in thy word -F What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find ; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast ; Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around ; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 5 0 may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light! 6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord ! Be thou for ever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Savior there. THE SCRIPTURES. 3 TC The icord of God a rich treasure. C. M. 1 1 " ET av'rice, borne from shore to shore, -Li Her chosen good pursue : Thy word, 0 Lord, we value more Than India or Peru. 2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy, Are open'd to our sight ; The purest gold without alloy, And pern? divinely bright. 3 Iha ooansels ot tevieeming grace These sacred leaves unfold; And here the Savior's lovely face Our raptur'd eyes behold. 4 Here light, descending from above, Directs our doubtful feet ; Here promises of heav'nly love Our ardent wishes meet. 5 Our num'rous griefs are here redrest, And all our wants supplied; Naught we can ask to make us blest Is in this book denied. * fj Tlie value and comprehensiveness of the Bible. C JV1. 1 "I" ET all the heathen writers join J-i To form one perfect book : Great God ! if once compar'd w7ith thine, How mean their wrritings look! 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could show7 one sin forgiv'n, Nor lead a step beyond the grave : But thine conduct to heav n. 3 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 4: THE SCRIPTURES. 4 I'll read the hist'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through thy promises I rove With ever fresh delight. 5 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seed of immortal bliss is sown, And hidden glory lies. 6 The Bible precious. P. M. 8.7.8.777. 1 pRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure Jt Does the word of God afford ! All I want for life or pleasure, Food and med'cine, shield and sword; Let the world account me poor — Having this, I need 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 ! 7 Power of the Bible. P. M. 8s & 7s. 1 T>Y the thoughtless world derided, JD Still I love the word of God ; 'Tis the crook by which I'm guided, Often 'tis a chast'ning rod. 'Tis a sword that cuts asunder All my pride and vanity, When abased I lie, and wonder That he spares a wretch like me. 2 This confirms me when I waver, Sets my trembling judgment right ; When I stray, how much soever, This is my restoring light. THE SCRIPTURES. 0 Satan oft, and sin, assail me With temptations ever new; Then there's nothing can avail me, Till my bleeding Lord I view. 3 Faith I need; 0 Lord, bestow it, Give my lab'ring mind relief; Oft, alas ! I doubt, I know it; Help, 0 help my unbelief. Dearest Savior, by thy merit May I gain a future crown; Guide, 0 guide me by thy Spirit, Till these storms are overblown. Q The usefulness of the Scriptures. L. M. 1 V¥7"HEN Israel through the desert pass'd ▼ t A fiery pillar went before, To guide them through the dreary waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore. 2 Such is thy glorious word, 0 God ! 'Tis for our light and guidance given; It sheds a lustre all abroad, And points the path to bliss and heaven. 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, And quickens its inactive powers ; It sets our wandering footsteps right ; Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts; Its doctrines are divinely true ; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts It comforts and instructs us too. 5 Ye favor' d lands, that have this wTord, Ye saints, who feel its saving power, Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, And his distinguished grace adore. b THE SCRIPTURES. \j Value of the Bible to the young. 0. JVI. 1 TTOW shall the young secure their hearts, XX And guard their lives from sin ? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it ent'reth to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heav'nly light That guides us all the day; And through the dangers of the night A lamp to lead our way. 4 The men that keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. 5 Th}r precepts make me truly wise ; I hate the sinner's road ; I hate mine own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God. 6 Thy word is everlasting truth ; How pure is every page ! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. The glory of the Word. C. M. 10 1 rpHE Spirit breathes upon the word, X And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. 4 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives — but borrows none. THE SCRIPTURES. 7 3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nation rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heav'nly day. The Script uirs consolatory to the Penitent. C. M. 1 Y ADEN with guilt, and full of tears, J-^ I fly to thee, my Lord ; And not a ray of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage ; Here I behold my Savior's face In almost ev'ry page. 3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown; That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own. 4 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 5 0 may thy counsels, mighty God ! My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to thy right hand. jL^ The reasonableness of the Gospel. C JVI. 1 O HALL atheists dare insult the cross O Of our Redeemer God? Shall infidels reproach his laws, Or trample on his blood ? 2 What if he chose mysterious ways To cleanse us from our faults? 6 BEING AND May not the works of sovereign grace Transcend our feeble thoughts ? 3 What if the gospel bids us fight With flesh, and self, and sin ? The prize is most divinely bright, Which we are call'd to win? 4 What if the foolish and the poor His glorious grace partake ? This but confirms his truth the more, For so the prophets spake. 5 Do some, that own his sacred name, Indulge their souls in sin ? Jesus should never bear the blame, His laws are pure and clean. 6 Then let our faith grow firm and strong, Our lips profess his word ; Xor blush, nor fear to walk among The men that love the Lord. BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. J[f) God exalted above all praise. L. M. 1 "INTERNAL Power! whose high abode JCli Becomes the grandeur of a God ; Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds ! 2 Far in the depths of space, thy throne Burns with a lustre all its own : In shining ranks, beneath thy feet, Angelic pow'rs and splendors meet. 3 Lord, what shall feeble mortals do? We would adore our Maker too : With lowly minds to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High. 4 God is in heav'n, and man below ; Short be our tunes, our words be few : Let sacred rev'rence check our songs, And praise sit silent on our tongues. PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 9 14 The spirituality of God. L. M. 1 rpHOU art, 0 God ! a spirit pure, J- Invisible to mortal eyes; Th' immortal, and th' eternal King, The great, the good, the only wise. 2 Whilst nature changes, and her works Corrupt, decay, dissolve, and die, Thine essence pure no change shall see, Secure in immortality. 3 Thou great Invisible ! what hand Can draw thine image spotless fair! To what in heaven, to what on earth, Can men th' immortal King compare ! 4 Let stupid heathens frame their gods Of gold and silver, wood and stone; Ours is the God that made the heav'ns ; Jehovah he, and God alone. 5 My soul, thy purest homage pay, In truth and spirit him adore; More shall this please than sacrifice, Than outward forms delight him more. 15 TJie Infnitr. C. M. 1 O OME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue, £5 Or harp of golden string, That I may raise a, lofty song To our eternal King. 2 Thy names, how infinite they be ! Great Everlasting One ! Boundless thy might and majesty, And unconfined thy throne. 3 Thy calory shines immensely bright ; Exnaustless is thy grace ; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thine essence is a vast abyss. Which angels cannot sound ; 10 BEING AND An ocean of infinities Where all our thoughts are drown'd .-■ & The myst'ries of creation lie Beneath enlighten d minds; Thoughts can ascend above the sky And fly before the winds; 6 Reason may grasp the massy hills, And stretch from pole to pole ; But half thy name our spirit fills And overloads our soul.* God supreme and independent . J-*. JM 16 1 "VITHAT is our God, or what his name, ▼ ▼ Nor men can learn, nor angels teach ; He dwells concealed in radiant flame, Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. 2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light, Compar'd with him, how short they fall ! How dark are they, and he how bright ! Nothing are they, and God is all. 3 He spoke the wondrous word, and lo ! Creation rose at his command ; Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, Bound in the hollow of his hand.** 4 Then fly, my song, an endless round, The lofty tune let Gabriel raise ; All nature dwell upon the sound, But we can ne'er fulfil the praise. 7f P. M. 14.14.4.7.8. | Praise to God for his goodness and mercy. 1 1 T) RAISE ye Jehovah ! with anthems of -L praise come before him ; Great is his mercy ! with hearts of thanks- giving adore him ; Firm is his word, Freely his grace is conferrd ; Humbly for pardon implore him. PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 11 2 Praise him all nations! 'Tis he that has crown'd you with blessing : 0 come before him, your sins and transgres- sions confessing; Worship the Lord; Bow to the claims of his word ; Songs to his glory addressing. 3 Angels, rejoicing, unite in the shout of salvation; Daily ami nightly they sing to the God of creation : "Worthy to reign, Keeper and Savior of men, O'er every kingdom and nation." 4 Praise ye Jehovah! the sov'reign of earth and of heaven. Unto his holy name honor and glory be given; Wake ev'ry string! Tune all your voices and 18 Heaven and earth reply, amen ! Unity of God. L. M. 1 "INTERNAL God, almighty cause J-^ Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown, All things are subject to thy laws, — All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all. within itself possest ; By none controll'd in thy commands, And in thyself completely blest. 3 To thee alone ourselves we owe; Let heaven and earth due homage pay : All other gods we disavow. Deny their claims, renounce their sway. 4 In thee, 0 Lord, our hope shall rest, Fountain of peace and joy and love; Thv favour only makes us blest ; Without thee, all would nothing prove. 5 Worship to thee alone belong-. Worship to thee alono wo give; Thine be our hearts and thine our songs, And to thy glory we would live. 12 BEING AND 6 Spread thy great name through heathen lands, Their idol-deities dethrone ; Subdue the world to thy commands, And reign as thou art. God alone. 19 God incomprehensible. L. M. 1 p REAT God ^Jt Attempts to look thy nature through; Our lab'ring pow'rs with rev'rence own Thy glories never can be known. 2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 3 Yet, Lord, thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal men to know; While wisdom, goodness, pow'r divine Through all thy works and conduct shine. 4 0 may our souls with rapture trace Thy works of nature and of grace, Explore thy sacred truth, and still Press on to know and do thy will! £\j God eternal and unchangeable. 0. M. 1 f\ HEAT God, how infinite art thou ! VX How frail and weak are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere earth or heaven was made; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Nature and time all open lie To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky, To the last awful day. PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 13 4 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present to thy view ; To thee there's nothing old appears, To thee there's nothing new. 5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturb'd affairs. 6 Great God, how infinite art thou ! How frail and weak are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow And pay their praise to thee. ^JL God self-existent, eternal, unchangeable. L. M. 1 A LL-POW'RFUL, self-existent God, -£jL Who all creation dost sustain ! Thou wast, and art, and art to come, And everlasting is thy reign. 2 Fix'd and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminish'd lustre shine. 3 Fountain of being ! source of good ! Immutable dost thou remain ; Nor can the shadow of a change Obscure the glories of thy reign.** 4 Earth may with all her pow'rs dissolve, If such the great Creator's will ; But thou for ever art the same ; " I am" is thy memorial still. God alynifjhty. L. M. 22 1 C^ IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, vJT Give to the Lord renown and pow'r ; Ascribe due honors to his name, And his eternal might adore. 14 BEING AND 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud. O'er the vast ocean and the land; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command.* 3 His thunders rend the vaulted skies, And palaces and temples shake ; The mountains tremble at the noise, The valleys roar, the deserts quake. 4 The Lord sits sov'reign o'er the flood ; Jehovah reigns for ever king ; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 5 We see no terrors in his name, But in our God a Father find : The voice that shakes all nature's frame Speaks comfort to the pious mind. ^O God the governor of the universe. C. M. 1 ^rpWAS God who hurl'd the rolling spheres J- And stretch'd the boundless skies ; Who form'd the plan of endless years, And bade the ages rise. 2 From everlasting is his might, Immense and unconfin'd : He pierces through the realms of light, And rides upon the wind. 3 He darts along the burning skies ; Loud thunders round him roar : All heav'n attends him as he flies; All hell proclaims his pow'r. 4 He scatters nations with his breath ; The scatter'd nations fly : Dire pestilence and wasting death Confess the Godhead ni&h. t-' 5 Ye worlds, with ev'ry living thing, Fulfil his high command : PERFECTIONS Of COD. 15 Mortals, pay homage to your King, And own his ruling hand. *6 24 God seen in the eh/units'. 1 . M. 7s. 1 "V\rHEN in dark and dreadful gloom, ▼ ▼ Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom Hung o'er nature's shrinking head ; When the lightning breaks from high, God is coming — God is nigh ! 2 Then we hear his chariot wheels, As the mighty thunder rolls ; Nature, startled nature reels From the centre to the poles ; Then the ocean, earth and sky, Tremble as he passes by ! 3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms His mysterious hiding-place ; Should he from his ark of storms, Rend the veil and show his face, At the judgment of his eye, All the universe would die. 4 God of vengeance ! from above, While thine awful bolts are hurl'd, 0 remember thou art love ! Spare — 0 spare a guilty world ! Stay thy flaming wrath awhile, Let the bow of promise smile ! God omnipresent and omniscient. Li. M. 25 1 1 " ORD, thou hast searched and seen me -L^ through, Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours. My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs. 2 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love ; 16 BEING AND Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 3 If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 4 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray Would kindle darkness into day. 5 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thine all-searching eyes ; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 6 0 may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where er I rest ! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for Uod is there. 26. God omniscient. C M, 1 1 " ORD, all I am is known to thee ! J-^ In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, or to flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they're form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou know'st the sense I mean. 4 0 wondrous knowledge, deep and high ; Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on ev'ry side. PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 17 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from ev'ry ill, Secur'd by sov'reign love. 27 God's Wisdom. C. M. 1 O ONGS of immortal praise belong ^ To my almighty God : He hath my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand hath wrought! How glorious in our sight ! And men in ev'ry age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How most exact is nature's frame ! How wise th' eternal mind; His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts design'd. 4 When he redeem'd the sons of men He fix'd his cov'nant sure : The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth, and skies, Thy heav'nly skill proclaim ; What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name ? 6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill ; And he's the wisest of our race Who best obeys thy will. £{J God holy and just. CM. 1 1 TOLY and rev'rend is the name JLJL Of our eternal King ; Thrice holy, Lord ! the angels cry : Thrice holy let us sing. 18 BEING AND 2 Holy is he in all his works, And saints are his delight ; But sinners and their wicked ways Are hateful in his sight. 3 The deepest rev'rence, homage, love, Pay, 0 my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 4 Thou, righteous God ! preserve my mind From all pollution free ; Thine image form within my breast, That I thy face may see. j£t) God the searcher of hearts. C M. 1 i^i OD is a Spirit, just and wise ; vJ~ He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heav'n we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear. The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bended 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. God no respecter of persons. O. JM. 30 1 TXTETH eye impartial, heav'n's high King ▼ ▼ Surveys each human tribe ; No earthly pomp his eyes can charm, Nor wealth his favor bribe. PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 19 2 The rich and poor, ot equal clay, His pow'rful hand did frame ; All souls are his, and him alike Their common parent claim. 3 Ye sons of men of high degree, Your great Superior own ; Praise him for all his gifts, and pay Your homage at his throne. 4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor, And banish ev'ry fear : The God you serve will ne'er forsake The man of heart sincere. 31 God faithful P. M. 6.6.6.6.8.8 1 rPHE promises I sing, JL Which love supreme once spoke ; Nor wrill th' eternal King His words of grace revoke. They stand secure And steadfast still : Not Zion's hill Abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears ; And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years : But still the same, In radiant lines, His promise shines Through all the flame. 3 Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, When thunders cleave the ground, And dissipate the spheres. 'Midst all the shock Of that dread scene, I'll stand serene, Thy word my rock. 20 BEING AND Ow God benevolent and mercifuL 0. M. 1 HPHY ceaseless, unexhausted love, J- Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; Thou dost with sinners bear ; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To ev'ry soul abound ; A vast unfathomable sea Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach,. So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore. 5 Faithful, 0 Lord, thy mercies are ; A rock which cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure ; And, while the truth of God remains, His goodness must endure. 00 God is love. P. M, 1 IV/TY God, thy boundless love I praise : ■U-JL How bright on high its glories blaze, How sweetly bloom below ! It streams from thine eternal throne ; Through heav'n its joys for ever run, And o'er the earth they flow. 2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Their genial drops distil ; PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 21 In ev'ry vernal beam it glows, And breathes in ev'ry gale that blows, And glides in ev'ry rill. 3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, And pours its Qow'ry beauties round, Whose sweets perfume the gale: Its bounties richly spread the plain, The blushing fruit, the golden grain, And smile on ev'ry vale. 4 But in thy gospel see it shine, With grace and glories more divine, Proclaiming sins forgiv'n, There faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day And opens all her heav'n. 5 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude ; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend, My soul's eternal good. 34 God gracious to all. C M. 1 O WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, £5 0 God, my heav'nly King ! * Let age to age thy righteousness In songs of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies. Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait On thee for daily food ; Thy libra! hand provides their meat, And fills their months with good. 22 BEIXG AND 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord, How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaim; But saints who taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. OcJ God's mercies unutterable. 0. M. 1 i^\UR souls with pleasing wonder view yj The bounties of thy grace ; How much bestow'd, how much reserved For those that seek thy face. 2 Thy lib'ral hand with worldly bliss Oft makes their cup run o'er; And in the cov'nant of thy love They find diviner store. 3 Here mercy hides their num'rous sins; Here grace their souls renews; Here hone, and love, and joy, and peace Their neav'nly beams diffuse. 4 But oh ! what treasures yet unknown Are lodoj'd in worlds to come ! If these th enjoyments of the way, How happy is their home ! 5 And what shall wretched man reply ? Or how such goodness own? But 'tis our joy that, Lord, to thee Thy servants' hearts are known. 6 Since time 's too short, all gracious God, To utter half thy praise ; Loud to the honour of thy name Eternal hymns we '11 raise. OO God's mercy great and eternal. O. JV1. •M Y soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great; PERFECTIONS OF GOD. -■'> Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And, when his wrath is felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground wre tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His grace subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those who fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 6 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 7 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. 0 ( The glory of God. L. M 1 "\TE sons of men, in sacred lays A Attempt the great Creator's praise; But who an equal song can frame ? What verse can reach the lofty theme ? 2 He sits enthron'd amidst the spheres, And glory like a garment wears ; While boundless wisdom, pow'r, and grace Command our awe, transcend our uraise. 24 BEING AND 3 Before his throne a shining band Of cherubs and of seraphs stand; Ethereal spirits, who in flight Outstrip the rapid speed of light. 4 To God all nature owes its birth ; He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth, He rais'd the glorious arch on high, And measur'd out the azure sky. 5 In all our Maker's grand designs Omnipotence with wisdom shines ; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name. 6 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing, Let us his high perfections sing; 0 let his praise employ our tongue, While list ning worlds applaud the song ! Q O God is Love. C. M. 1 \ MID the splendors of thy state, ^-A_ ]\j[y qoci? thy love appears With the soft radiance of the moon Among a thousand stars. 2 Nature through all her ample round Thy boundless power proclaims, And in melodious accent speaks The goodness of thy names. 3 Thy j ustice, holiness, and truth, Our solemn awe excite; But the sweet charms of sov'reign grace O'erwhelm us with delight. 4 Sinai, in clouds and smoke and fire, Thunders thy dreadful name ; But Sion sings, in melting notes, The honors of the Lamb. 5 In all thy doctrines and commands, Thy counsels and designs, PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 25 In ev'ry work thy hands have franul, Thy love supremely shines. G Angels and men the news proclaim Through earth and heav n above, The joyful, the transporting news, That God, the Lord, is love ! r)i) A Song of praise to God. L. M. 1 rpO God, the universal King, J- Let all mankind their tribute bring; All that have breath, your voices raise In songs of never-ceasing praise. 2 The spacious earth on which we tread, And wider heav ns stretch' d o'er our head, A large and solemn temple frame To celebrate its Builder's fame. 3 Here the bright sun, that rules the day, As through the sky he makes his way, To all the world proclaims aloud The boundless sov'reignty of God. 4 When from his courts the sun retires, And with the day his voice expires, The moon and stars adopt the song, And through the night their praise prolong. 5 The list'ning earth with rapture hears Th' harmonious music of the spheres, And all her tribes the notes repeat, That God is wise, and good, and great. 6 But man, endow'd with nobler powers, His God in nobler strains adores ; His is the gift to know the song, As well as sing with tuneful tongue. 40 God seen by faith. L. M. INTERNAL and immortal King! J Thy peerless splendors none can bear, But darkness veils seraphic eves, When God with all his glory's there. 26 THE TRINITY. 2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom, The great Invisible can see ; And with its tremblings mingle joy, In fix'd regards, great God ! to thee. 3 Then ev'ry tempting form of sin, Aw'd by thy presence, disappears ; And all the glowing, raptur'd soul The likeness, it contemplates, wears. 4 0 ever present to my heart! Witness to its extreme desire ; Behold it presses on to thee, For it hath caught the heav'nly fire. 5 This one petition would I urge : To bear thee ever in my sight ! In life, in death, in worlds unknown, My only portion and delight. 41 THE TRINITY. OFFICES OF FATHER, SON, AND SPIRIT. The doctrine and use of the Trinity. 0. JVX. 1 T^ATHER of glory ! to thy name -T Immortal praise we give; Who dost an act of grace proclaim, And bid us rebels live. 2 Immortal honour to the Son Who makes thine anger cease ; Our lives he ransom'd with his own, And died to make our peace. 3 To thine almighty Spirit be Immortal glory giv'n, Whose influ'nce brings us near to thee, And trains us up for heav'n. 4 Let men, with their united voice, Adore th' eternal God, THE TRINITY. -7 Arid spread his honors and (heir joys Through nations far abroad. 5 Let faith, and love, and duty join, One general song to raise; Let saints in earth and heav'n combine In harmony and praise. 4tw A song of praise to the ever-blessed Trinity. L. M. 1 "OLESS'D be the Father and his love; -D To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Fardon and life for dying souls. 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and wo Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore, That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore. 4 The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The wat'ry worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne ; Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works and not our own, He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God ! 51 Praise to God for Redemption. C. M. 1 TNDULGENT Father ! how divine, A How bright thy bounties are ! Through nature's ample round they shine, Thy goodness to declare. 2 But in the nobler work of grace, What sweeter mercy smiles In my benign Redeemer's face, And ev'ry fear beguiles ! b 2 3 34 PRAISE TO GOD. 3 Such wonders, Lord, while I survey, To thee my thanks shall rise, When morning ushers in the day, Or ev'ning veils the skies. 4 When glimm'ring life resigns its flame, Thy praise shall tune my breath ; The sweet remembrance of thy name Shall gild the shades of death. 5 But, oh ! how blest my song shall rise, When freed from feeble clay, And all thy glories meet mine eyes In one eternal day. 6 Not seraphs, who resound thy name, Through yon ethereal plains, Shall glow with a diviner flame, Or raise sublimer strains. fj £ Praise in time and in eternity. C. M. 1 1 " ONG as I live I'll bless thy name, -Li God of eternal love ! My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great : I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. PRAISE TO GOD. 35 6 Thy glorious deeds of anoienl date, Shall through the world be known: Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love ; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. >£) Praise for mercies. fe- M 1 r\ BLESS the Lord, my soul ! V_/ Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favors are divine. 2 0 bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins ; 'Tis he relieves thy pain; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When rescued from the grave, He, that redeem'd our souls from death, Hath boundless pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives the suff'rers rest. The Lord hath justice for the proud, And mercy for th' oppress'd. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. 36 PRAISE TO GOD. 54 God worthy of the highest praise. L. M, 1 TN glad amazement, Lord, I stand J- Amidst the bounties of thy hand ; How numberless those bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair ! 2 But 0 ! what poor returns I make ! What lifeless thanks I pay thee back ! Lord ! I confess, with humble shame. My off'rings scarce deserve the name. 3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise To bring some nobler sacrifice. It sinks beneath the mighty load : What shall I render to my God? 4 To him I consecrate my praise, And vow the remnant of my days. Yet what, at best, can I pretend, Worthy such gifts from such a friend ? 5 In deep abasement, Lord, I see My emptiness and poverty. Enrich my soul with grace divine, And make me worthier to be thine. 6 Give me at length an angel's tongue, That heav'n may echo with my song. The theme, too great for time, shall be The joy of long eternity. 55 God all and in all. k. M 1 TV/TY God, my life, my love, 1>X To thee, to thee I call ; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all.* 2 To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss ; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. PRAIS1 T(» GOD. 37 3 Not all the harps above Can make a hoav'nly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. 4 Nor earth, nor all the sky Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.* f_)0 God glorious and Sinners sand. 0. M. 1 TjiATHER, how wide thy glories shine ! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousands through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill, And on the wings of ev'ry hour We read thy patience still. 3 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious man, Our souls are filFd with awe divine, To see what God performs. 4 When sinners break the Father's law, The dying son atones ; Oh, the dear mysteries of his cross ! The triumph of his groans ! 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ; Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 6 0 may I bear some humble part In that immortal song ; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. 38 THE WORKS OF GOD. 0 i God exalted above all praise. P.M. 8.8.6.8.8.6, 1 T> ARENT of good ! thy works of might -t I trace with wonder and delight ; Thy name is all divine. There's naught in earth or sea or air, Or heaven itself, that's good or fair, But what is wholly thine. 2 Immensely high thy glories rise ; They strike my soul with sweet surprise, And sacred pleasure yield;- An ocean wide without a bound, Where ev'ry noble wish is drown'd, And ev'ry want is fill'd. 3 To thee my warm affections move, In sweet astonishment and love, While at thy feet I fall ; I pant for naught beneath the skies ; To thee my ardent wishes rise, 0 mine eternal All! 4 What shall I do to spread thy praise, My God ! through my remaining days, Or how thy name adore ? To thee I consecrate my breath; Let me be thine in life and death, And thine for evermore. THE WORKS OF GOD. fJO God's love displayed in creation. 0. M. 1 TTAIL, great Creator, wise and good ! JCX To thee our songs we raise. Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise. TllK W'OIIKS OF GOD. 39 2 At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild, Fresh wonders strike our view; And while we gaze, our hearts exult With transports ever new. 3 Thv glory beams in ev'ry star \Vhich gilds the gloom of night. And decks the smiling face of morn With rays of cheerful light. 4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn, With countless beauties shine : The silent grove, the awful shade, Proclaim thy pow'r divine. 5 Great nature's God ! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage ! Still may our grateful hearts consult Thy works' instructive page ! 6 And while in all thy wondrous works Thy varied love we see, Still may the contemplation lead Our hearts, 0 God, to thee ! All the works of God praise him. Ju. M. 1 HHHE spacious firmament on high, JL With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display And publishes to ev'ry land The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : 4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn. 40 THE WORKS OF GOD. Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine — The hand that made us is divine. All things dependent on God. 0. M. 60 1 W7"^ smg th' almighty pow'r of God ▼ ▼ Who bade the mountains rise, Who spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 We sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 We sing the goodness of the Lord, Who fills the earth with food ; Who form'd his creatures by a word, And then pronounc'd them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Where'er we turn our eyes, Whether we view the ground we tread, Or gaze upon the skies ! 5 There 's not a plant or flow'r below, But makes thy glories known : And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 6 On thee each moment we depend ; If thou withdraw, we die. Oh may we ne'er that God offend, Who is forever nigh ! THE WORKS OF GOD. 41 \y± The riches of divine goodn -L*. M. 1 1 " ET the high heav'ns your songs invite ; I ^ Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars that glow from pole to pole. 2 Sing earth in verdant robes array'd, Its nerbs and flowers, its fruits and shade, Peopled with life of various forms, Of fish and fowl, and beasts and worms.* 3 But 0 ! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! God's only Son, in flesh array'd, For man a bleeding victim made ! 4 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar, There in the land of praise adore ; The theme demands an angel's lay, Demands an everlasting day. 62f All nature praises God. P.M. 8.7.8.7.8.8.7. 1 rpHE earth, where'er I turn mine eye, J- Reveals her Maker's glory ; Through day and night the shining sky Of praise repeats its story ; Who for the sun there fix'd his place ? Who clothes him with majestic grace? The starry hosts — who leads them? 2 Who rules the restless raging winds ? The clouds, in rain distilling ? And who the lap of earth unbinds, Our stores with plenty filling? Great God, thy praises shall abide, And, with thy goodness, reach as wide As wide creation reaches. 3 But man, — a body, of thy hand The marvellous formation ; 'Tis man. — a soul to understand Thy wonders of creation ; 42 THE WORKS OF GOD. Tis man, — who to himself supplies Best proof that thou art good and wise, — Who best should sing thy praises. 4 Now pay thine honors to his name, My soul, his glory telling : Thy Father and thy God proclaim, The world's glad anthem swelling : Let all our race, with one accord, Love, trust, and serve our common Lord : Who can refuse to serve him ! 00 The Ministry of Angels. L. M. 1 ri REAT God ! what hosts of angels stand VJT In shining ranks at thy right hand, Array'd in robes of dazzling light, With pinions stretch'd for distant flight! 2 Immortal fires ! seraphic flames ! Who can recount their various names ? In strength and beauty they excel ; For near the throne of God they dwell. 3 How eagerly they wish to know The duties he would have them do : What joy their active spirits feel, To execute their Sov'reign's will ! 4 Hither, at his command, they fly To guard the beds on which we lie ; To shield our persons night and day, And scatter all our fears away. 5 Send, 0 my God, some angel down, (Though to a mortal eye unknown,) To guide and guard my doubtful way Up to the realms of endless day. 04 The Soul C. M. 1 "TYTHAT is the thing of greatest price, ▼ ▼ The whole creation round? That which was lost in Paradise, That which in Christ is found : PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 43 2 The soul of man — Jehovah's breath, That keeps t\v<» worlds at strife; Hell moves beneath to work its death ; Heaven stoops to give it life. 3 God, to redeem it, did not spare His well-beloved Son : Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear The sins of all in one. 4 And is this treasure borne below, In earthen vessels frail? Can none its utmost value know, Till flesh and spirit fail ? 5 Then let us gather round the cross, That knowledge to obtain ; Not by the soul's eternal loss, But everlasting gain. PROVIDENCE OF GOD. \)fj Volume of Divine Providence. 0. M. 1 I!" ET the whole race of creatures lie -L^ Abas'd before the Lord ! Whate'er his pow'rful hand has form'd, He governs with a word. 2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought. 3 There's not a sparrow or a worm O'erlook'd in his decrees ; He raises monarchs to a throne, Or sinks with equal ease. 4 If light attend the course I go, Ti> he provides the rays ; And 'tis his hand that hides the sun, If darkness cloud my days. 44 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 5 Trusting his wisdom and his love, I would not wish to know What in the book of his decrees Awaits me here below. 6 Be this alone my fervent pray'r, Whate'er my lot shall be, Or joys, or sorrows, may they form My soul for heav'n and thee ! 00 God's dispensations merciful. 0. M. 1 nPHE Lord, how fearful is his name ! A How wide is his command! Nature, with all her moving frame, Rests on his mighty hand. 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe, Whilst, with a smile or with a frown, He manages the globe. 3 Adoring angels round him fall, In all their shining forms ; His sov'reign eye looks o'er them all, And pities mortal worms.* 4 Now, let the Lord for ever reign, And sway us as he will ; Sick or in health, in ease or pain, We are his fav'rites still. God provides for all. L. M. 67 1 ri REATEST of beings, source of life, vJT Sov'reign of air, and earth, and sea ! All nature feels thy pow'r ; but man A grateful tribute pays to thee. 2 Subject to wants, to thee he looks, And from thy goodness seeks supplies ; And when, oppress'd with guilt, he mourns Thy mercy lifts him to the skies. PROVIDE XCE OF COD. 45 3 Children, whose little minds, unform'd, Ne'er raised a tender thought to beav'n; And men, whom reason lifts to God, Though oft by passion downward driv'n ;• 4 All. groat Creator! all are thine; All feel thy providential care ; And, through each varying scene of life, Alike thy constant pity share. 5 And, whether grief oppress the heart, Or whether joy elate the breast, Or life still keep its little course, Or death invite the heart to rest : 6 All are thy messengers, and all Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey ; And all are training man to dwell Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee. 00 God's appointments icise and good. Lt. M. 1 rPHROUGH all the various shifting scene JL Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, 0 God, conducts, unseen, The beautiful vicissitude. 2 Thou givest with paternal care, Howe'er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or pow'r ? Fix we on this terrestrial ball ? When most secure, the coming hour, If thou see fit, may blast them all. 4 Thy pow'rful consolations cheer ; Thy smiles suppress the deep-fetch'd sigh; Thy hand can dry the trickling tear, That secret wets the widow^s eye. 5 All things on earth, and all in heav'n On thine eternal will depend ; 46 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. And all for greater good were giv'n, Would man pursue th' appointed end. 6 Be this my care ; — To all beside, Indiff'rent let my wishes be. Passion be calm, abas'd be pride, And fix'd my soul, great God ! on thee. 0*/ God* s ways incomprehensible. CM. 1 f^\ OD moves in a mysterious way, VJT His wonders to perform, He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and will break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain. God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. I \J Hope in God's mercy. P. M. 8. / .8.7.8.8.7. 1 T^ROM deep distress to thee I pray; -T 0 God. hear my entreaty ! Turn not thy face from me away, But show thy tender pity : PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 47 As judge, shouldst thou my deeds regard, In justice weighing due award, How could I stand the trial ! 2 With thee should mercy not prevail To show to man thy favor, His ev'ry act his guilt would swell, Vain were his best endeavor. His goodness, in its utmost length, Reveals his utter want of strength, — He must rely on mercy. 3 On God alone, and on his grace, Can I securely rest me ; He sees my heart, heals my distress, — To Him, then, why not trust me ? He owns a Father's name, and knows The full amount of human woes — On him be my reliance ! 4 Should comfort seem afar to keep, I'll not sink down despairing : They who in godly sorrow weep Shall find a gracious hearing : Thus Christians do, and they are blest In God, their confidence and rest, Their comfort and Redeemer. 5 Many and great my sins, I own, But greater God's free mercies : From wrath I flee to his dear Son, Who bore for me its curses : And he will be my shepherd too, Will all my troubles guide me through, To rest with him in glory. 71 G"d the refuge of his children. 1^ . M 1 ^1 OD is the refuge of his saints, vX When storms of deep distress invade, Ere we can oiler our complaint-. Behold him present with his aid. 48 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world: Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide; While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 Midst storms and tempests, Lord, thy word Does ev'ry rising fear control; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And well sustain the fainting soul. | Jj Did tie goodness a ground of trust. S. M. 1 f^i IVE to the winds thy fears ; VJT Hope, and be undismay'd : God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, And shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 What though thou rulest not ? Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. 4 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceaseless love, Sees all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. 5 And whatsoe'er thou will'st, Thou dost, 0 King of kings ; What thine unerring wisdom chose, Thy pow'r to being brings. 6 Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare ; And publish with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care. PROVIDENCE OP GOD. 49 ( * ) Qod appointdh affliction. u. ML. 1 "\n)T from relentless fate's dark womb, -L^l Or from the dust, our (roubles come. No fickle chance presides o'er grief, To cause the pain, or send relief. 2 Look up, and see, ye sorrowing saints ! The cause and cure of your complaints. Know, 'tis your heav'nly father's will : Bid ev'ry murmur then be still. 0 He sees we need the painful yoke ; Yet love directs his heaviest stroke. He takes no pleasure in our smart, But wounds to heal and cheer the heart. 4 Blest trials those that cleanse from sin, And make the soul all pure within, Wean the fond mind from earthly toys, To seek and taste celestial joys ! I — t God a present help in trouble. 0. JV1. 1 rP0 calm the sorrows of the mind, J- Our heav'nly Friend is nigh, To wipe the anxious tear that starts Or trembles in the eye. 2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart, The secret wo control; The inward malady canst heal, The sickness of the soul. 3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh ; Canst soothe each mortal care ; And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan Is wafted to thine car. 4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still ; Thy potent arm can save From threat'ning danger and disease, And the devouring grave. C 4 50 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 5 When, pale and languid all the frame, The ruthless hand of pain Arrests the feeble pow'rs of life, The help of man is vain. 6 'Tis thou, great God ! alone canst check The progress of disease ; And sickness, avv'd by pow'r divine, The high command obeys. 7 Eternal source of life and health, And ev'ry bliss we feel ! In sorrow and in joy, to thee Our grateful hearts appeal. 75 Man's dependence on God. 0. M. 1 LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear ; While we confess, 0 Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay : A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone : Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that form'd us first : Salvation to th' almighty name That rear'd us from the dust. 5 While we have breath, or life, or tongues, Our Maker we'll adore. His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more. PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 51 /() God our pleasure. P.M. 6.6.6.6.8.8, 1 TTPWARD I lift mine ryes, vJ From God is all mine aid ; The God who built the skies. And earth's foundations laid. God is the tow'r To which I fly : His grace is nigh In ev'ry hour. 2 My feet shall never slide Or fall in fatal snares ; Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fear-. Those wakeful eyes That never sleep, His children keep When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of ev'ning air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon.* 77 The people of God safe. L. M. 1 HHHEY, that have made their refuge God, JL Shall find a most secure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest their head. 2 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life ; his wings are spread. To shield them 'midst ten thousand dead. 3 If vapors with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death : 52 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. Still they are safe ; the poison'd air Again grows pure, if God be there. 4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and death are blest. 5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Shall but fulfil their best desire ; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord ! to thee. 78 'A Trust in the Promises of God, 0. M. XD art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fear ? Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, Our God for ever near ? 2 Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earth, And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, When dangers round us rise ? 3 And wilt thou lead our weary souls To that delightful scene Where rivers of salvation flow Through pastures ever green ? 4 On thy support our souls shall lean, And banish ev'ry care ; The gloomy vale of death shall smile, If God be with us there. 5 While we his gracious succor prove, 'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades through which we pass Shall echo with his praise. / 9 God our Shepherd. P. M. 6 8s. 1 rpHE Lord my pasture shall prepare, -L And feed me with a shepherd's care : His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 53 My noon-day walks he shall attend, And .ill my midnight hours defend. 2 When on the sultry glebe I faint, • Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Wnere peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant Landscape flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy goodness shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile. With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, 0 Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. 80 >S Prosperity from God. C M. 1I1XE on our souls, eternal God! With rays of mercy shine : 0 let thy favor crown our days, And their whole course be thine. 2 Did we not raise our hands to thee, Our hands might toil in vain : Small joy success itself could give, If thou thy love restrain. 3 'Tis ours the furrows to prepare, And sow the precious grain : 'Tis thine to give the sun and air, And to command the rain. 4 With thee let ev'rv week begin. With thee each day be spent, For thee each fleeting hour improv'd, Since each by thee is lent. 54 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 5 Thus cheer us through this toilsome road Till all our labors cease; And thus prepare our weary souls For everlasting peace. In traveling. C M. 81 1 TTOW are thy servants blest, 0 Lord ! -tl How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by thy care, They pass unhurt through burning climes, And breathe in tainted air. 3 Thy mercy gladdens ev'ry soil, Makes ev'ry region please ; The hoary frozen hills it warms, And smoothes the boist'rous seas. 4 Though by the dreadful tempest toss'd High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 5 The storm is laid, the winds retire Obedient to thy will ; The sea, that roars at thy command, At thy command is still ! 6 From all my griefs and straits, 0 Lord ! Thy mercy sets me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My heart takes hold on thee. 7 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness I'll adore ; And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. 8 My life, while thou preserv'st my soul, Thy sacrifice shall be ; And oh ! may death, when death shall come, Unite my soul to thee ! PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 56 n2 Dark Providence. C. M. 1 rPHY way, 0 God, is in the sea, A Thy paths I cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense My captive soul surround; Mysterious deeps of providence My wond'ring thoughts confound. 3 As through a glass, I dimly see The wonders of thy love, How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above ! i 'Tis but in part I know thy will : I bless thee for the sight; When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light? 5 With raptures shall I then survey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. 00 Elijah fed by Ravens. L. M. 1 TVniEN God's own people stand in need, * ▼ His goodness will provide supplies : Thus, when Elijah faints for bread, A raven to his succor flies. 2 At God's command, with speedy wings, The hungry bird resigns its prey, And to the holy prophet brings The needful portion day by day.* 3 This wonder oft has been renew'd, And saints by sweet experience find Their evil overruTd for good, Their foes to friendly deeds inclin'd. 4 Who can distrust that mighty hand Which rules with universal sway, Which nature's laws can countermand, Or feed us by a bird of prey ! 56 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. Providence. L. M. 84 1 npHY ways, 0 Lord ! with wise design, J- Are fram'd upon thy throne above And every dark and bending line Meets in the centre of thy love. 2 With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals thine arrangements view ; Not knowing that the least are sure, And the mysterious just and true. 3 Thy flock, thine own peculiar care, Though now they seem to roam uneyed, Are led or driven only where They best and safest may abide. 4 They neither know nor trace the way ; But whilst they trust thy guardian eye, Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn To lay her reason at thy throne; Too weak thy secrets to discern, I'll trust thee for my guide alone. 85f God our Father. P.M. 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7, IAS the eagle fondly hovers -A- O'er its young defenceless brood, So my God from danger covers, Granting me all needed good. With a father's love he eyed me, When began my infant days ; Ere my heart could mean his praise, He with watchful care supplied me. All things else their time will last, But his love, when time is past. 2 For me, wretched — hopeless lying, — Worthy of his wrath alone, He to shame, and griefs, and dying, Gave his well-beloved Son. PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 57 AY ho the love of God can measure ? None of all our feeble race, — While, on ev'ry side, we trace Proofs that mercy is his pleasure. Great my sins, but high above Reaches his unbounded love. 3 As my teacher, to direct me, He has sent his Spirit too : Who, to comfort and protect me, Should his scheme of love pursue ; And, while I am sin bewailing, Give me hope; — in weakness, strength, Light in darkness ; — till, at length, I might sing his grace unfailing, And, though earthly griefs annoy, Triumph still with holy joy. 4 Shall I, weary of confiding. Fear what may the future be? Since on earth I've been residing, God has daily cared for me. When I think what he has sent me, — Comforts for my earthly home, Pledges for the life to come, — What more need I to content me ? Shall I mine own weakness fear? He, my confidence, is near. 5 0 how many springs of sadness Has my God in mercy dried ! And how many streams of gladness To my soul has he supplied ! When his purpose he's concealing, On his wisdom I will rest, — Still he's doing what is best, All my ills and anguish healing: His, a father's love to me3 Has been, and will ever be. c2 58 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 00 Consolatory reflections on Providence. L. M. 1 'HPIS wisdom, mercy, love divine, -L Which mingles blessings with our cares ; And shall our thankless heart repine That we obtain not all our prayers ? 2 From want of faith, our sorrows flow, Short-sighted mortals, weak and blind, Bend down their eyes to earth and woe, And doubt if providence be kind. 3 Should heaven with every wish comply, Say, would the grant relieve the care ? Perhaps the good for which we sigh Might change its name and prove a snaie. 4 Were once our vain desires subdued, The will resign'd, the heart at rest ; In every scene we should conclude The will of heaven is right, is best. I Praise for God's providence and grace. 0. M. 8 1 A LMIGHTY Father! gracious Lord! ^-A. Kind guardian of my days ! Thy mercies let my heart record In songs of grateful praise. 2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Was thine indulgent care, Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant pray'r. 3 When reason with my stature grew, How weak her brightest ray ! How little of my God I knew ! How apt from thee to stray ! 4 Around my path what dangers rose ! What snares o'erspread my road ! No pow'r could guard me from my foes, But my preserver, God. I'KOVIDKNTE OF GOD. 59 5 When life hung trembling on a breath, Twas thy unceasing love That sav'd me from impending death, And bade my fears remove. 6 Lord, though this mortal frame decays, And eartb.lv comfort flies, Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies. Fear noL C. M. 1 "VT^ trGn^Ming souls! dismiss your fears* JL Be mercy all your theme; Mercy, which like a river flows In one continued stream. 2 Fear not the pow'rs of earth and hell : God will these pow'rs restrain ; His mighty arm their rage repel, And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not the want of outward good : He still for his provides, Grants them supplies of daily food, And gives them heav'n besides. 4 Tear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son. 5 Fear not the terrors of the grave, Nor death's tremendous sting: He will from endless wrath preserve, To endless glory bring. 6 You in his wisdom, pow'r, and grace, May confidently trust : His wisdom guides, his pow'r protects, His grace rewards the just. 60 DEPRAVITY OF MAN. FALL AND DEPRAVITY OF MAN. 0 \s Corrupt nature from Adam. C M. 1 "OLESS'D with the joys of innocence, -D Our father Adam stood, Till he debas'd his soul to sense, And ate th' unlawful food. 2 Now we are born a sensual race, To sinful joys inclin'd; Reason has lost its native place, And flesh enslaves the mind. 3 While flesh and sense and passion reign, Sin is the sweetest good : We fancy music in our chain, And so forget the load. 4 Great God, renew our ruin'd frame, Our broken pow'rs restore, Inspire us with a heav'nly flame, And flesh shall reign no more. 5 Eternal Spirit, write thy law Upon our inward parts, And let the second Adam draw His image on our hearts. 90 Original Sin. C. M. 1 T ORD, I would spread my sore distress J-^ And guilt before thine eyes ; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise ! 2 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean ; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 3 Born in a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath ; And as my days advanced, I grew A juster prey for death. DEPRAVITY or MAN. 61 4 Cleanse me, 0 Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; 0 ! make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 5 Lei not thy Spirit e'er depart, Nor drive me from thy (ace; Create anew my sinful heart, And fill it with thy grace. \)\ The deccitjvlnets of 8m. CM. 1 O IN has a thousand treach'rous arts £5 To practice on the mind ; With Qattring 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 joy she brings, And gives a fair pretence ; But cheats the soul of heav'nly things, And chains it down to sense. 4 So on a tree divinely fair Gruw the forbidden food ; Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood. *7 *L Adam and Christ, Lords of Creation. L. JV1. 1 1 " ORD, what was man wThen made at first, JL^ Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place ? 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lav the fishes at his feet? 3 But, oh, what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state ! 62 DEPRAVITY OF MAN. What honors shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born ! 4 See him below his angels made, See him in dust amongst the dead, To save a rnin'd world from sin ; But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the mil, New-made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Savior's feet. 9 Qt T ,r ^) Desiring assurance of the Divine Favor. If. Al. 1 TX vain the world's alluring smile -L Would my unwary heart beguile ; Deluding world! its brightest day — Dream of a moment — flits away. 2 To nobler bliss my soul aspires ; Come, Lord, and fill these large desires With power, and light, and love divine ; 0, speak, and tell me thou art mine. 3 The blissful word, with joy replete, Shall bid my gloomy fears retreat ; And heavenly hope, serenely bright, Illume and cheer my darkest night. 4 So shall my joyful spirit rise, On wings of faith, above the skies, Then dwell for ever near thy throne. In joys to mortal thought unknown. *J-j: The prosperity of sinners cursed. Jj. M, 1 1 " ORD. what a thoughtless wretch was I, -Li To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high. In pride and robes of honor shine ! 2 But, oh, their end. their dreadful end ! Thy sanctuary taught me so : On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. ::: I >K I'll A VII Y OF MAN. G3 3 Their fancied joys, how fast they llee! Like dreams as fleeting and as vain. Their songs of softest harmony Are but a prelude to their pain. 4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou ait mine, My life, my portion, and my God. pK) The world** three chief temptations. C. M. 1 1TTHEN in the liffht of faith divine " We look on things below. Honor, and gold, and sensual joy, How vain and dang'rous too ! 2 Honor's a put]" of noisy breath; Yei men expose their blood, And venture everlasting death To gain that airy good. 3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind, And feed on shining dust. They sacrifice eternal bliss To mean and sordid lust. 4 The pleasures that allure our sense Are dang'rous snares to Bouls ; There's hut a drop of flatt'ring sweet, And dash'd with bitter bowls. 5 God is mine all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice ; In him my vast desires are lill'd, And all my pow'rs rejoice.* 9o Tke end °/the tc°rM- c. m. 1 TVniY should this earth delight us so ? ▼ ▼ Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds where sorrows grow, And ev'ry pleasure di( 2 While time his sharpest tooth prepares Our comforts to devour, 64 DEPRAVITY OF MAN. There is a land above the stars, And joys above his pow'r. 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd, and die, The sun must end his race, The earth and sea away shall fly Before my Saviors face. 4 When will that glorious morning rise ? When the last trumpet sound, And call the nations to the skies, From underneath the ground ? The vanity of earthly things. ±j. M. 97 1 1VTHAT are possessions, fame, and pow'r, ▼ ▼ The boasted splendor of the great? What gold, which dazzled eyes adore, And seek with endless toils and sweat? 2 Express their charms, declare their use, That we their merits may descry ; Tell us what good they can produce, Or what important wants supply. 3 If, wounded with the sense of sin, To them for pardon we should pray, Will they restore our peace within, And wash our guilty stains away ? 4 Can they celestial life inspire, Nature with pow'r divine renew, With pure and sacred transports fire Our bosom, and our lusts subdue ? 5 When with the pangs of death we strive, And yield all comforts here for lost, Will they support us, will they give Kind succor, when we need it most ? 6 When at th' Almighty's awful bar To hear our final doom we stand, Can they incline the Judge to spare, Or wrest the vengeance from his hand ? CHRIST. G5 7 Can they protect us from despair, From the dark reign of death and hell, Crown us with bliss, and throne us where The just, in joys immortal, dwell? 8 Sinners, your idols we despise, If these reliefs they cannot grant ; Why should we such delusions prize, And pine in everlasting want ? yO Expostulation. P. M. 7S. 1 O INNER, what has earth to show £5 Like the joys believers know? Is thy path of fading flowers Half so bright, so sweet, as ours? 2 Doth a skilful, healing friend On thy daily path attend, And where thorns and stings abound, Shed a balm on ev'ry wound ? 3 When the tempest rolls on high, Hast thou still a refuge nigh ? Can, oh, can thy dying breath Summon one more strong than death ? 4 Canst thou, in that awful day, Fearless tread the gloomy way, Plead a glorious ransom giv'n, Burst from earth, and soar to heav'n ? 99 CHRIST. The Deity and Humanity of Christ. L. M. 1 T^ RE the blue heav'ns were stretch' d abroad, -L^ From everlasting was the Word ; With God he was ; the Word was God, And must divinely be ador'd. 2 By his own power were all things made; By him supported .-ill things stand: He is the whole creation's Bead, And angels tly at his command. 66 CHRIST. 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars ; (Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years ?) 4 But lo, he leaves those heav'nly forms, The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may converse hold with worms, Drest in such feeble flesh as they. 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son ; How full of truth ! how full of grace ! When through his form the Godhead shone. 6 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new myst'ries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel. J_\J\J ®°d the S071 equal with the Father. L. M. 1 T\ RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God! JD Our spirits bow before thy seat, To thee we lift an humble thought, And worship at thine awful feet. 2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity ; But who amongst the sons of light Pretends comparison with thee ! 3 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, array'd in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. 4 Their glory shines with equal beams ; Their essence is for ever one, Though they are known by different names, The Father God, and God the Son. 5 Then let the name of Christ our King With equal honors be ador'd ; His praise let ev'ry angel sing, And all the nations own their Lord. HIS INCARNATION. 67 J 0 1 The Divinity of Christ. C. M. 1 rPHEE we adore, eternal Word ! J- The Father's equal son; By heav'n's obedient hosts ador'd Ere time its course begun. 2 The first creation has display'd Thine energy divine ; For not a single thing was made By other hands than thine. 3 But ransom'd sinners, with delight, Sublimer facts survey, — The all-creating Word unites Himself to dust and clay. 4 Creation's Author now assumes A creature's humble form ; A man of grief and woe becomes, Is trod on like a worm. 5 The Lord of glory bears the shame To vile transgressors due ; Justice the Prince of life condemns To die in anguish too. 6 God over all, for ever blest, The righteous curse endures ; And thus, to souls with sin distrest, Eternal bliss insures. 7 What wonders in thy person meet, My Savior, all divine ! I fall with rapture at thy feet, And would be wholly thine. 102 V tsiah, L. M. 1 /^1 LORY to God ! who reigns above, vJT Who dwells in light, whose name is love, Ye saints and angels, if ye can, Declare the love of God to man. 2 0 what can more his love commend, His dear, his only Son to send ! 68 CHRIST. That man, condemn'd to die, might live, And God be glorious to forgive ! 3 Messiah's come — with joy behold The days by prophets long foretold : Judah, thy royal sceptre's broke ; And time still proves what Jacob spoke. 4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd, — The time prophetic seals requir'd ; Cut off for sins, but not his own, The Prince, Messiah, doth atone. 5 We see the prophecies fulfill'd In Jesus, that most wondrous child : His birth, his life, his death, combine To prove his character divine. JLv/O The Angel's message to the shepherds. 0. M. 1 f\N Judah's plains as shepherds sat, ^J Watching their flocks by night, . The angel of the Lord appear'd, Clad in celestial light. 2 Awe-struck the vision they regard, Appall'd with trembling fear ; When thus a cherub-voice divine Breath'd sweetly on their ear : 3 " Shepherds of Judah ! cease your fears, And calm your troubled mind ; Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 4 " This day almighty love fulfils Its great eternal word ; This day is born in Bethlehem A Savior, Christ the Lord. 5 " There shall you find the heav'nly babe In humblest weeds array'd ; All meanly wrapp'd in swaddling clothes And in a manger laid." BIS ADVENT. G9 6 He ceas'd. and sudden .nil around Appear' d a radiant throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Warbling their choral song: 7 " Glor}' to God, from whom on high All gracious mercies flow! Who sends his heav'n-descended peace To dwell with man below." 104 JH Tlie birth of Christ joy to the world. P. M. ARK ! what celestial notes. What melody we hear ! Soft on the morn it floats, And fills the ravish'd ear. The tuneful shell, The golden lyre And vocal choir The concert swell. 2 Th' angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine ; Se£ how from heav'n they bend, And in full chorus join. Fear not, say they; Great joy we bring : Jesus, your King, Is born to-day. 3 He comes, from error's night Your wand'ring feet to save \ To realms of bliss and light He lifts you from the grave. This glorious morn, (Let all attend !) Your matchless friend, Your Savior's born. 4 Glory to God on high ! Ye mortals, spread the sound, And let your raptures fly To earth's remotest bound : 70 CHRIST. For peace on earth, From God in heav'n, To man is giv'n, At Jesus' birth. 1(J £) The advent of the Savior. C. M. 1 TTARK, the glad sound, the Savior comes, -CI The Savior promis'd long ! Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, And ev'ry voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love, His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held : The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eyes, oppress'd with night, To pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace ! Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 106 Christ the Messenger of mercy. S. M. RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. HIS AhVKNT. 71 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief Beloi ed choi Ami bade liini raise our wretched race Ft )iu their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, No terror clothes his hrow ; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, No wrath stood frowning by, When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die. 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears ; Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the otler'd peace. 107 J Christ comes I/O destroy sin. 0. JM. OY to the world ! the Lord has come ! Let earth receive her King : Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. ■-• 2 Jov to the earth ! the Savior reigns, Let men their songs employ : While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow. Nor thorns infest the ground ; lie comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 72 CHRIST. J[ \Jo Glory and goodness in Christ's mission. 0. M. 1 TTIGH let us swell our tuneful notes -CI And join th' angelic throng ; For angels no such love have known, T' awake a cheerful song. 2 Good will to guilty men is shown, And peace on earth is giv'n ; For lo ! th' incarnate Savior comes, A messenger from heav'n. 3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn : Let heav'n and earth in concert join, Now such a child is born. 4 Glory to God, in highest strains, In highest wTorlds be paid ! His glory by our lips proclaim'd, And by our lives display'd ! 5 When shall wre reach those blissful realms Where Christ exalted reigns, And learn of yon celestial choir Their own immortal strains ? JL\J fj Christ sent not to condemn but to save. L. M. 1 T3RAISE ye the Lord, who reigns above, ■t Fix'd on his throne of truth and love : Behold the finger of his pow'r ; Contemplate, wonder, and adore. 2 When man, debas'd and guilty man, From crime to crime with madness ran, Well might his arm its thunders launch, And blast th' ungrateful, root and branch. 3 But clemency with justice strove, To save the people of his love : "Go, my beloved Son!" he cried, "Be thou their Savior, thou their guide." ins mission. 7:J •1 The eastern star with glory streams, It comes, with healing on it- beams; Dark mists of error Hoc away, Ami Judah hails the rising aay. 5 His sacred memory we bless Whose holy gospel wo profess; And praise his great almighty name From whom such light and favor came. 110 Praise for He mission of Jesus. P. J*l 1 f^i 1VE thanks to God most high, ^JT The universal Lord. The sov'reign King of kings; And be his grace ador'd. His pow'r and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise. 2 He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin, And pitied the sad slate The rnin'd world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure, And ever sure Abides thy word. 3 He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan, sin, and death, And ev'ry hurtful foe. His pow'r and grace Are still the same, And let his name Have endless praise. 4 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heav'nly King; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. D 74 CHRIST. Thy mercy, Lord. Shall still endure ; And ever sure Abides thy word. God our Savior. L. M. Ill 1 TV/TY song shall bless the Lord of all, lTJL My praise shall climb to his abode ; Thee, Savior, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. 2 Without beginning or decline, Object of faith, and not of sense ; Eternal ages saw him shine, He shines eternal ages hence. 3 As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty ruler of the sky, As when the six days' work he made Fill'd all the morning stars with joy. 4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, Salvation is his dearest claim : That gracious sound well pleas'd he hears And owns Immanuel for his name. 5 A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see : My bosom glows with heav'nly zeal To worship him who died for me. L±2f The Birth of Christ. S. M. 1 "V^E saints, proclaim abroad JL The honors of your King; To Jesus, your incarnate God, Your songs of praises sing. 2 Not angels round the throne Of majesty above, Are half so much oblig'd as we To our Immanuel's love. 3 They never sank so low, They are not rais'd so high ; HIS LI IT. AM) MINI-TRY. 70 They never knew such depths of woe, Such heights of majesty. 4 The Savior did not join Their nature to his own ; for them he Bhed qo blood divine, Nor breath'd a single groan. 5 May we with angels vie The Savior to adore ; Our debts are greater far than theirs, 0 be our praises more ! 113 Ami to th> Senior. 11.10.11.10. 1 T>RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! -D Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the leasts of the stall ! Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all ! 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and ofFrings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we oifer each ample oblation ; Vainly witli gifts would his favor secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 114 The life of ("twist Sorrow for the sufferings of the Savior. 0. JV1. 1 A LAS: and did my Savior bleed, A And did my Sov'reign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! S Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in. When Christ the mighty Maker died For man the creature's sin! 88 CHRIST. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face. While nis dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. 134 Christ and Moses. fe. M. 1 npHE law by Moses came; JL But peace, and truth, and love, Were brought by Christ (a nobler name) Descending from above. 2 Amidst the house of God Their diff'rent works were done ; Moses a faithful servant stood, But Christ a faithful Son. 3 Then to his new commands Be strict obedience paid ; O'er all his Father's house he stands The Sov'reign and the Head. 4 The man that durst despise The law that Moses brought, Behold ! how terribly he dies For his presumptuous fault. 5 But sorer vengeance falls On that rebellious race Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, And dare resist his grace. J O^) Praise for redemption. S. M. 1 TTOSANNA to the Son XI Of David and of God, Who brought the news of pardon down, And seal'd it with his blood ! 2 To Christ th' anointed King Be endless blessings giv'n ! Let the whole earth his glory sing, Who made our peace with heav'n. His SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. S'J !•)() Tribute to (he Lamb. C. M. 1 / 10ME, lot as join our eheerful songs \J With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died/' they cry, To be exalted thus ; " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was slain for US. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord ! forever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise! JLO I Praise for redemption. O. J\l. 1 A UTHOR of life and bliss ! -^- Thy goodness I adore ; 0 give me strength to speak thy praise, And grace to love thee more ! 2 First for this world, so fair, My daily thanks shall rise ; For ev'ry comfort, ev'ry joy, Thy bounteous hand supplies. 3 But yet a nobler cause Demands my warmest love — Can words describe the wondrous gift Descending from above ? 4 The Savior dwelt on earth; He died, that we might live ; Endur'd the sorrows ol the cross, Immortal hope to give. 5 Ah, who can toll the scorn The dear Redeemer bore ? 90 CHRIST. Or who describe the heavy grief, Which his blest bosom tore ? 6 Low in the grave he lay. While darkness veil'd the skies : But lo ! he bursts the bands of death ', To glory see him rise ! 7 Father ! this work is thine ; For us thou gav'st thy Son : 0 may we all devoted be, And live to thee alone ! IOC Prophecies fulfilled in Christ L. M. 1 "VT Death! thy Bting? Where thy terrors, vanquish d kin. J-f-O The resurrection of Christ. CM. 1 XTE humble souls that seek the Lord, J- Chase all your fears away. And bow with pleasure down to see Tin' place where JesUfl lay. '1 Thus Low the Lord of life was brought, Such wonders love ean do ! Thus cold in death thai bosom lay, Which throbb'd and bled for you! 3 A moment give a loose to grief; Let grateful sorrows rise; And wash the bloody stains away With torrents from your eyes. 4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Savior lives again ! Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqu'ror could detain. 5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears EQs once dishonor'd head ; And through unnumber'd years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 6 With joy like his. shall ev'ry saint His empty tomb survey ; And rise with his ascending Lord Through all his shining way. ±— t | Ckritt victorious over death. -t\ 31 1 -pHRIST, the Lord, has ris'n to-d V^ Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heav'ns. and earth reply. 96 CHRIST. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! our sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal Christ has burst the gates of hell. Death in vain forbids his rise ; Christ has open'd Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King : Where, 0 Death, is now thy sting ? Dying once, he all doth save : Where thy victory, 0 grave ? 148 Resurrection of Christ. b. JV1. 1 QE EE what a living stone The builders did refuse ! Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews. 2 The work, 0 Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes ; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. 3 Since he hath left the grave, His promises are true ; And each exalted hope he gave, Confirm'd of heav'n we view. 4 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood ! Bless him, ye saints ; he comes to bring Salvation from your God. 5 0 come the happy hour When all the world shall own Thy Son, 0 God, declar'd with pow'r, And worship at thy throne ! 6 We bless thy holy word Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord ! Our sacrifice of praise. HIS ASCENSION. 91 149 Christ's triumph. P. M. 6.6.6.5.8.8. 1 "^"ES. the Redeemer rose, X The S.-i\ tor left the dead. Ami <>Vr our hellish foes High rais'd his conqu'ring head- In wild dismay. The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away. 2 Lo ! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet. Joyful they come, And wing their way From realms of day To Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heav'n they fly, The joyful news to bear. Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say: "Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead; lie rose to-day." 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeem'd by him from hell; And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell, With Christ we rise, With Christ we reign. And empires gain Beyond the skies. JLOU " The Lord is risen indeed:' S. M. 1 "rpHE Lord is risen indeed/' J- And are the tidings true? Yes, we beheld the Savior bleed, And saw him living too. E 7 98 CHRIST. 2 "The Lord is risen indeed," Then Justice asks no more; Mercy and Truth are now agreed, Who stood oppos'd before. 3 "The Lord is risen indeed," Then is his work perform'd; The captive surely now is freed, And death, our foe, disarm'd. 4 " The Lord is risen indeed," Attending angels, hear; Up to the courts of heav'n, with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 5 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord, Join all the bright celestial choirs To sing our risen Lord. 151 1 T> E JOICE, ye shining worl< -IA> Behold the king of glory nigh ! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Savior's he. 2 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord, the Savior, way: Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqu'ror comes, with God to dwell. 3 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, He opens heav'n's eternal door, To give his saints a blest abode Near their Redeemer and their God. 153 Christ glorified. P. M. 7s. 1 TESTIS, our triumphant Head, O Ris'n victorious from the dead, To the realms of glory's gone, To ascend his rightful throne. 2 Cherubs on the Conqu'ror gaze, Seraphs glow w7ith brighter blaze; Christ's ascent to heaven. L. M. Ids on high; BIS INTERCESSION. 99 Bach bright order of the sky Hails him as he passes by. 3 Beav'n its King congratulates, Opens wide her golden gates : Angels songs of \ iot'ry bring; All the blissful regions ring. * 4 Sinners, join the heav'nly pow'rs, For redemption all is ours. Humble penitents shall prove Blood-bought pardon, dying love. 5 Bail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord! Boly Lamb! incarnate word! Bail, thou Buffering Son of God! Take the trophies of thy blood. 15 • ) Christ's int, rcrssion. C JV1. 1 rpHE Lord of life, Avith glory crown'd, A On heav'n's exalted throne, Forgets not those for whom on earth He heav'd his dying groan. 2 His greatness now no tongue of man Or seraph bright can tell; Yet still the chief of all his joys, That souls are saved from hell. 3 For this he taught, and toil'd, and bled; For this his life was giv'n ; For this he {'ought, and vanquish'd death; For this he reigns in heav'n. 4 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky, Your grateful praise to give ; Sing; loud hosannas to his name, With whom you too shall live. Christ's humiliation and cxdUaMon. L. JM. 154 1 "YY'lIAT equal honors shall we bring » ▼ To thee, 0 Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy name? 100 CHRIST. 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of peace that groan'cl and died. Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side. 3 Pow'r and dominion are his due, Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Though he was charg'd with madness here. 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss : To him ascribe eternal might, Who nail'cl his weakness to the cross. 5 Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn ; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men; Let angels sound his sacred name, And ev'ry creature say, Amen. JLfJcJ Christ's ascension. L. JVL 1 i^VLR Lord has risen from the dead ; v-r Our Jesus has gone up on high ; The pow'rs of hell are captive led — Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : " Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! Ye everlasting doors, give way!' 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right: Receive the King of glory in. 4 " Who is the King of gloiy, who ?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's name. HIS [NT1BGESSI0J* 101 J?)') CHrisfs intercession, k. M. 1 TVTELL. the Redeemer's gone ▼ ▼ T' appear before our God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning blood. 2 No fiery vengeance now, Nor burning wrath, comes down; If justice call for sinners' blood, The Savior shows his own. 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; The Father lavs his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. 4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honor sing, Jesus the priest receives our songs, And bears them to the King.* 5 " On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above;" But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains To speak immortal love! 157 Christ pleads for us. P. M. 6.6.6.6.8.8. 1 \ RISE, my soul, arise, -^\- Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appear-; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his liands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 102 CHRIST. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, 0 forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One; He cannot turn away, Cannot refuse his Son; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear: He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh. And, Father, Abba Father! cry. 158 Iknoio that my Redeemer liveth." L. M. 1 "T KNOW that my Redeemer lives;" A What comfort this sweet sentence gives ! He lives, he lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ever living head. 2 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 m time of need. 3 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. 4 He lives to silence all my fears, He lives to stop and wipe my tears, He lives to calm my troubled heart He lives all blessings to impart. His i.\ A I STATION. 103 6 He lives, ;ill glory to his name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same; 0 the Bweel joy this sentence gives, 1 know that my Redeemer lives! |,);) Okrui mJkd. L- M, 1 VTOW let OS raise our cheerful strains, Ll And join the blissful choir above; There our exalted Savior reigns, And there they sing his wondrous love. 2 Jesus, who once upon the tree In agonizing pains expir'd, To gave us rebels, — yes, 'tis he : How bright, how lovely, how admir'd! 3 Jesus, who died that we might live, Died in the wretched traitor's place, 0 what returns can mortals give For such immeasurable grace! 4 Were universal nature ours, And art with all her boasted store ; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs, Would still confess the off'rer poor. 5 Yet, though for bounty so divine We ne'er can equal honors raise, Jesus ! may all our hearts be thine, And all our tongues proclaim thy praise. J \ )l f Christ adored by the heavenly host. C M. 1 (~\ THE delights, the heav'nly joys, V_/ The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace ! 2 Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright sceptres down ; Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice To see him wear the crown. 3 Archangels sound his lofty praise Through ev'ry heav'nly street ; 104 CHRIST. And lay their highest honors down, Submissive at his feet. 4 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains : Let all the earth his honors sing ; O'er all the earth he reigns. 5 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head ! 6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. NT 101 The star of Bethlehem. L. M, 1 ^TTHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, ▼ ▼ The glitt'ring hosts bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye. 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Savior speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, — the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, — and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. OHRfflT. 106 6 Now safV'ly moor'd — my perils o'er, I'll sin--, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore. The star ! — the star of Bethlehem! naming Slur. L. Bi . 162 1 / \ THOU, whose beams serenely bright v>f Can chase the darkness of my soul. And pour a flood of purest light Where now the shades of midnight roll: Ah! why so long should honor shroud This mourning breast with deep despair? Break through the dark and envious cloud, Arise, arise. () Morning Star. 2 Through a long night of griefs and (ears, With gloom and sorrow compass'd round, 1 drop my uncomplaining tears. Nor vet the radiant dawn have found; Still towards the ohambers of the day, With eyes intent, expecting there, With patient hope, thy promis'd ray, I long for thee, sweet Morning Star. 3 Increasing clouds announce thee nigh, Slumber my wdhry eyes invades ; Death spreads his horrors o'er the sky, And thickens all the gathor'd shades. 1 yield, I how my drooping head. Resign, at length, my anxious care J 1 -ink awhile among the dead, To wake and hail my Morning Star. y Bright ttnd Morning Star. L. JM. 1 "\TE worlds of light that roll so near A The Savior's throne of shining bliss, 0 tell, how mean your glories are. How faint and few. compar'd with his! 2 We sing the bright and morning Star, Jesus, the spring of light ami love: See. how its rays, diffiisd from far, Conduct us to the realms above ! e2 11) 106 CHRISV. 3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad, Point out the doubtful Christian's way : Still, as he goes, he finds the road Enlighten'd with a constant day. 4 Thus when the Eastern magi brought Their royal gifts, a star appears ; Directs them to the babe they sought, And guides their steps, and calms their fears. 5 When shall we reach the heav'nly place Where this bright Star shall brightest shine ? Leave far behind these scenes of night, And view a lustre so divine ? 104 Rock smitten; or, the Bock of Ages. P. M. / S. 1 T) OCK of ages, cleft for me ! -T^ Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side that flowed, Be of sin the perfect cure ; Save me, Lord ! and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, This for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me ! Let me hide myself in thee. 105 Christ our Friend. P. M. 8.7.8.7. 1 (^^E there is, above all others, v>^ Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love, beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. ghbist. in; 'J Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have Bhed his blood! Bui this Savior died to >ave us EteconciTd in him to Uod. 3 Whoii he li \M on earth abased. Friend of sinners was his name; Now. above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us. Lord, at length to love; We. alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. )() htgratUude to Christ. L. M. 166 1 T)()OU. weak, and worthless, though I am, JtT J have a rich almighty friend; Jesus, the Savior, is his name. •He freely loves, and without end. 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood, And, by his pbw'r, my foes controlfd; He found me wand 'ring tar from God, And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns; And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns : — I've been a faithless friend to him. 4 Often my gracious friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan's lies believe Rather than all my friend can say. 5 Sure, were I not most vile and base, 1 could not thus my friend requite And were not he the God of grace, He'd frown and spurn me from his sight. J ( )/ Christ our refuge. P. M. 7s. 1 rESUS, lover of my soul, *J Let me to thy bosom fly. While the billows near me roll, While the tempest .-till is high: LOS CHRIST. Hide me, 0 my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life be past, Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Lo ! I, helpless, hang on thee : Leave, oh, leave me not alone, Lest I basely shrink and flee : Thou art all my trust and aid, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing ! 3 Thou, 0 Christ, art all I want ; Boundless love in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name ; I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am : Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee : Reign, 0 Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity. _l_0O Physician of souls. L. M. 1 T^EEP are the wounds which sin has made; JL/ Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ; The work exceeds all nature's pow'r. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in ev'ry part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. CHRI-T. 109 3 And can no sovYoign balm be found? And is no kind Physician nigh. To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope far ever fly! 4 There is a great Physician near; Look up, 0 fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying bl 1. Life, health, and bliss abundant flow; 'Tis only this dear sacred iood Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe. 169 Christ the great Phftidan, P. M. 1 TTOW lost was my condition, Jl Till JESUS made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! — The worst of all diseases Is light compared with sin; On ev'ry part it seizes, But rages most within. 2 From men great skill professing I thought a cure to gain; But this provM more distressing, And added to my pain — Some said that nothing ail'd me, Some gave me up for lost, Thus ev'ry refuge faifd 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 ease — Next door to dentil he found me. And Bnatch'd me from the grave, To tell to all around me. His wondrous power to save. 110 CHRIST. 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, "lis only — look — and live. 170 Types of Christ. P. M. 6.6.6.6.8.8. 1 TSRAEL, in ancient days, J- Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the gospel too : The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw the Savior's face. 2 The paschal sacrifice, The blood-besprinkled door, Seen with enlighten'd eyes, And once applied with pow'r. Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God. 3 The lamb, the dove, set forth His perfect innocence, Whose blood of matchless worth Should be the soul's defence; For he who can for sin atone Must have no failings of his own. 4 The scape-goat on his head The people's trespass bore. And to the desert led, Was to be seen no more; In him our sur'ty seem'd to say, "Behold, I bear your sins away." 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood. The living bird went free : The type, well understood. Express'd the sinner's plea — Describ'd the guilty soul enlarg'd. And by the Savior's death discharged . lim.Y SPIRIT. Ill 6 Jesus, I 1<>\ e to trace, Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace, The same in eVry age ! () grant thai I may faithful be To clearer Light vouchsafe! to me! I / J Christ thr Paschal Lamb. P. M. 8s & 7s. 1 "DASCHAL Lamb, by ( iETURN, 0 wanderer, return, AV Ami seek an injur'd Father's face; Tlmse w.irm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace* 2 Return, () wanderer, return, Ami seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return. 0 wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thy Spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, ( ) wanderer, return, And wipe away the tailing tear: 'Tis God who says. w- No longer mourn," Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. V( )-|- tl Behold I aiand atihe door." L. M. 1 TOEHOLD a stranger at the door! J3 He gently knocks — has knock'd before, Hath waited long — is waiting still: Yon treat no other friend so ill. 2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands With melting heart and loaded hands! Oh. matchless kindness! and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes! 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? He will; the very friend you need; The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, With garments dy'd on Calvary. 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine; Turn out his enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster sin, And let the heav'nly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger hurn, His feet departed ne'er return; Admit him. or the hour 's at hand, You'll at his door rejected stand. IdZ THE GOSPEL CALL. 205 FROM THE EXAMPLES OF SINNERS RECEIVED. The repenting prodigal. 0. M. 1 npiiE Prodigal, with streaming eyes, A From folly just awake, Reviews his wand'rings with surprise; His heart begins to break. 2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear The famine in this land ; While servants of my Father share The bounty of his hand. 3 With deep repentance I'll return And seek my Father's face; Unworthy to be call'd a son, I'll ask a servant's place. 4 Far off he saw him slowly move, In pensive silence mourn; The Father ran with arms of love To welcome his return. 5 Thro' all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around; The angels tun'd their harps anew ; The Prodigal is found ! The converted thief. C. M. 206 1 A S on the cross the Savior hung, A And wept, and bled, and died, He pour'd salvation on a wretch That languish'd at his side. 2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, The penitent confess'd; Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, And thus his prayer address'd : 3 " Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven! Thou spotless Lamb of God ! I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears, And w elf ring in thy blood. TllL GOSPEL CALL. 133 "Yet quickly from these scenes of woe In triumph thou shall rise. Burst through the gloomy shades of death, And shine above the skies. •• Amid the glories of that world, Dear Savior, think on me, And in the victories of thy death Let uie a sharer be." 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, And instantly replies, — " To-day thy parting soul shall be With me in Paradise." 207 The leper healed. C. M. 1 AVTHEN the poor leper's case I read, ▼ I My own describd I feel; Sin is a leprosy indeed, Which none but Christ can heal. 2 What anguish did my soul endure, Till hope and patience ceas'd ! The more I strove myself to cure, The more the plague increas'd. 3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw The Savior passing by; To him, though filld with shame and awe, I rais'd my mournful cry. 4 Lord, thou canst heal me, if thou wilt, Oh, pity to me show ; Oh, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt, My filthy heart renew. 5 He heard, and with a gracious look Pronounc'd the healing word ; " I will — be clean." and while he spoke I felt my health restor'd. 6 Come, sinners, seize the present hour, The Savior's grace to prove : He can relieve, lor he is pow'r — He will, for he is love 134 THE GOSPEL CALL. 208" Bartimens's prayer, -t • M. oS & 7s. 1 « li/TEIlCY, 0 thou son of David P ' ItX Thus the blind Bartim'tis pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still ; Till the gracious Savior bid him, " Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us'd to live ; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness, " Let mine eyes behold the day P Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. 5 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around : " Friends, is not my case amazing ? What a Savior I have found ! 6 " Oh ! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advis'd by me ! Surely they would hasten to him, He would cause them all to see." FROM THE HAPPINESS OF THE CHRISTIAN IN THE PRESENT AND FUTURE LIFE. The beatitudes. L. M. 209 1 IDLEST are the humble souls who see JD Their ignorance and poverty : Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n. 2 Blest are the men of broken hear!, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; For them divine compassion flows, And healing balm for all their woes. mi: GOSPEL < ALL. 135 3 Blesi are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their peaceful state, Ami plead their cause against the great. 4 Blesi are the souls who (hirst for grace, Eunger and long for righteousness: They shall be wrll supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts still move And melt with sympathy and love: They shall themselves from God obtain Like sympathy and love again. (') Blesi are the pure, whose hearts are clean Prom the defiling power of sin : With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. 7 Blesi 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 Blest are the sufTrers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake : Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward. The blessings of obedience, C. M. 210 1 "DLEST arc the undefil'd in heart, -LJ Whose ways are right and clean, Who never from thy law depart, But fly from ev'ry sin. 2 Blest are the men that keep thy word, And practise thy commands ; With their whole heart they seek the Lord And serve thee with their hands. 3 Great is their peace who love thy law; How firm their souls abide ! Nor »;in a hold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. ldb THE GOSPEL CALL. 4 Then shall my heart have inward joy And keep my face from shame, When all thy statutes I obey, And honor all thy name. 2-LL Religion. L. M. 1 rPHROUGH shades and solitudes profound, -L The fainting trav'ler wends his way ; Bewild'ring meteors glare around, And tempt his wand'ring feet astray.** 2 Till mild religion from above Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heav'nly love, The bow of promise 'mid the storm. 3 Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way, and leads the soul. 4 At her approach the grave appears The gate of Paradise restor d ; Her voice the watching cherub hears, And drops his double-flaming sword. 5 Baptiz'd with her renewing fire, May we the crown of glory gain, Rise when the hosts of heav'n expire, And reign with God, for ever reign! 212 The righteous — the wicked. O. M. 1 rPHE man is ever blest JL Who shuns the sinners' ways ; Amongst their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place : 2 But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; THE GOSPEL CALL. 137 Fresh as the leaf his name shall live, His works are heav'nly fruit . 4 Not so th' ungodly race, They no such blessings find ; Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they hear to stand Before that judgment-seat. Where all the saints at Christ's right hand In full assembly meet ? 6 He knows and he approves The way the righteous go: But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. AWAKENING. TIIK EVIL OF SIN. - ) . oil heart. S. M. 21 1 A STONISHED and distressed, -£JL I turn mine eyes within ; — My heart with heavy guilt oppressed, The seat of ev'ry sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there ! Distrust, presumption, artful guile, Pride, envy, slavish fear! 3 Almighty King of saints ! These hateful sins subdue ; Dispel the darkness from my mind, And all my pow'rs renew. 4 Then shall my cheerful voice To thee hosannas raise ; My soul shall glowT with gratitude, — My lips pronounce thy praise. of ingratitude. 0. M. 1 IPvEAR Savior, when my thoughts recall -LJ The wonders of thy grace, Low, at thy feet, ashamed, 1 fall, And hide this wretched face. 2!4; 138 THE GOSPEL CALL. 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? Ah, vile, ungrateful heart ! By earth's low cares detained, betrayed From Jesus to depart ; — 3 From Jesus, who alone can give True pleasure, peace, and rest; — When absent from my Lord, I live Unsatisfied, unblest. 4 But he, for his own mercy's sake, My wand'ring soul restores ; He bids the mourning heart partake The pardon it implores. 5 0, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, The penitential sigh, Confirm the kind, forgiving word, With pity in thine eye. 6 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet, Rejoice to seek thy face ; And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet, Is thy forgiving grace. JjjLtJ We must be born again. 0. M. 1 ^NNERS, this solemn truth regard ! £5 Hear, all ye sons of men ; For Christ, the Savior, hath declar'd, "Ye must be born again." 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain ; Thus saith the glorious Son of God, " Ye must be born again." 3 Our nature 's totally deprav'd — The heart a sink of sin ; Without a change we can't be sav'd ; " Ye must be born again."* 4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain; Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, That we are born again. Tin: GOBMEL GUI*. L30 f> Dear Savior, let as now begin To trust and love thy word ; And, by forsaking ev'ry sin, Prow we are born of God. 216 TIIK SINNER - HELPLESSNESS. Th>' successful resolve. C JM. 1 /"10ME, humble sinner, in whose breast yy A thousand thoughts revolve, Come with your guilt and fear opprest, And make this last resolve : 2 " I'll £0 to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose ; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess ; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sov'reign grace. 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my pray'r; But if I perish. I will pray, And perish only there. 5 " I can but perish if I go, I am resolv'd to try ; For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die." 6 But if I die with mercy sought, When I the King have tried, That were to die (delightful thought!) As sinner never died. VANITY AND INVKKTA INTY OF LIFE. / Life the day of grace and hope. L. M. 21 1 1 " IFE is the time to serve the Lord, -L^ The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 140 THE GOSPEL CALL. 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, They have no share in all that 's done Beneath the circuit of the sun. 4 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue, Since no device, nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 5 There are no acts of pardon past In the cold grave to Avhich we haste, But darkness, death, and long despair Reign in eternal silence there. 218 To-day. L. M. 1 TTASTEN, 0 sinner, to be wise,? -0- And stay not for the morrow's sun ; The longer wisdom you despise, The harder is she to be won. 2 Oh, hasten, mercy to implore, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy season should be o'er Before this ev'ning's course be run. 3 Hasten, 0 sinner, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn Before the needful work is done. 4 Hasten, 0 sinner, to be blest, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear the curse should thee arrest Before the morrow is begun. c 219 The rich icorldling. C. M. 1 "IV/TY barns are full, my stores increase; JltX And now for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, Secure from want and fears." Tin: G06PEL CAUL 141 2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once, Kb many now presume, Ee heard the Lord himself pronounce His sudden, awful doom : 3 "This night, vain fool, Ihv soul must pass Into a world unknown ; And who shall then the stores possess Which thou hast call'd thine own ?" 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme For happiness below. Till death destroys the pleasing dream, And they awake to woe. 2201 Treasure in heaven. P.M. 8.7.8.7.8.8.7. 1 A SPIRE, my heart, on high to live ! -^V- For there is found thy treasure : What "s here, would all thy hopes deceive.- • There only is true pleasure. Poor is the wealth that soon must fail, None other can for thee avail Than riches stor'd in heaven. 2 'Tis all a gift, — not wages paid, — This treasure none can merit ; And Jesus, who atonement made, He, only, can confer it. The soul can have no higher good, Than God's belov'd Son, with blood, For us hath dearly purchas'd. 3 This is a treasure will remain, — By faith in him, we seal it : No foe can make its title vain, No thief can ever steal it. Nor death nor time its worth destroys, 'Twill be a source of holy j Long as the soul is living. 142 THE GOSPEL CALL. £j £\_ Jesus's invitation to the afflicted. -t . M. 1 /""10ME, said Jesus' sacred voice, v-7 Come and make my paths your choice ; I 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 swoll'n and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise ; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn, Here repose your heavy care : Conscience wounded who can bear ? 5 Sinner, come ! for here is found Balm that flows for ev'ry wound ; Peace that ever shall endure ; Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Love to the creatures is dangerous. C. -M, 1 TTOW vain are all things here below ! -CI How false, and yet how fair ! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And ev'ry sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flatt'ring light; We should suspect some danger nigh Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds, And leave but half for God !* 4 Dear Savior, let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food ; And grace command my heart away From all created good. 222 THE GOSPEL CALL. 143 £ J.* ) The shortnrss and misery <>/ life. 0. M. 1 /^\UR days, alas! our mortal days, V^ Are short and wretched too; "/>//. -mil few" the patriarch Bays, And well the patriarch knew. 2 Tis but at best a narrow bound That heaven allows to men, And pains and sins run through the round Of threescore years and ten. 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on, my days, in haste ; Moments of sin, and months of woe, Ye cannot fly too fast. 4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. !ilM Frailty and folly. C. M. 1 TTOW short and hasty is our life JC1 How vast our souls' affairs ! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years. 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Without a moment's stay ; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away. 3 God from on high invites us home, But we march heedless on, And ever hast'ning to the tomb, Stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, That slight the joys above ! What chains of vengeance should we feel, That break such cords of love ! f) Draw us, 0 Savior, with thy grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race> And see salvation nigh. 144 THE GOSPEL CALL. The vanity of creatures. L. JYI. 225 1 "A/TAN has a soul of vast desires ; -LVL He burns within with restless fires; Tost to and fro, his passions fly From vanity to vanity. 2 In vain on earth we hope to find Some solid good to fill the mind ; We try new pleasures, but we feel The inward thirst and torment still. 3 So, when a raging fever burns, We change from side to side by turns And 'tis a poor relief we gain, To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God ! subdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and dust ; Cure the vile fever of the mind, And feed our souls with joys refin'd. The Spirit inviting. S. M. 226 1 rpHE Spirit in our hearts JL Is whisp'ring, " Sinners, come ;" The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, " Come !" 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, " Come ;" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ the fountain come. 3 Yes, whosoever will, 0, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life ; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, Declares, " I quickly come :" Lord, even so ; we wait thine hour ; 0, blest Redeemer, come. 227 "1 TIIK GOSPEL CALL. 1 16 Time is ahori. C. M. ^HB time is short, the season near When death will as remove; To leave our friends, however dear, And all we loudly love. 2 The time is short ! sinners, beware, Nor trifle time away ; The word of great solvation hear While it, is call'd to-day. 3 The time is short ! ye rebels, now To Christ the Lord submit; To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. 4 The time is short! ye saints rejoice — The Lord will quickly come : Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice, To call you to your home. 5 The time is short! it swiftly flies — The hour is just at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wish'd-for land. G The time is short! — the moment near When we shall dwell above, And be for ever happy there With Jesus, whom we love. DANGER OF THE BOLT M'IKIl's WITUUKA WIXO HIS INFLUENCE. j^^ij The returning backslider. L. M. 1 O TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, £5 Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though 1 have steel'd my stubborn heart, Oft shaken off my guilty fears, And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart, For many long rebellious years; G 10 146 THE GOSPEL CALL. 3 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 4 Yet 0 ! the chief of sinners spare In honor of my great High-Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only woe I deprecate, This only plague I pray remove, Nor leave me in my lost estate, Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 E'en now my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land. My Spirit shall not always strive. Li. M. 229 1 O AY, sinner, hath a voice within O Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 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? 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly 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 may'st 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 his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. THE GOSPEL CALL. 147 6 Sinner — perhaps this very day Thy Las! accepted time may be; Oh, Boouldsi thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. ^•)\) Xoir it tn< accepted time. 0- JM. 1 "VTOW is the time, th' accepted hour, ■i-1 0 sinners, come away; The Savior 's knocking at your door, Arise without delay. 2 Oh ! don't refuse to give him room, Lest mercy should withdraw ; He'll then in robes of vengeance come To execute his law. 3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace, When you your injur'd Judge shall see, And stand before his face. 4 Oh ! could you shun that dreadful sight, How would you wish to fly To the dark shades of endless night, From that all-searching eye ! 5 The dead awak'd must all appear, And you among them stand, Before the great impartial bar, Arraign'd at Christ's left hand. 6 Let not these warnings be in vain, But lend a list mng ear ; Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapt in keen despair. THE CERTAINTY OF DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 231 Anticipations of eternity. b. M 1 A ND am I born to die ? Ji± To lay this body down ? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? 148 THE GOSPEL CALL. 2 Soon as from earth I go What will become of me ? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be ! 3 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave must rise, And see the Judge with glory crown'd, And see the flaming skies. 4 How shall I leave my tomb ? With triumph or regret ? A fearful or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing meet? 5 Will angel bands convey Their brother to the bar ? Or devils drag my soul away To meet its sentence there ? 6 Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest? 7 I must from God be driv'n, Or with my Savior dwell ; Must come at his command to heav'n, Or else depart to hell. 8 0 thou that wouldst not have One wretched sinner die, Who diedst thyself, my soul to save From endless misery, 9 Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, That when thou comest on thy throne, I may with joy appear. 232 aA P. M. 8.8.6.8.8.6. Life a time of trial and preparation. ND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree ? Tin: OOflnL CALL. 149 What after death lor me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity. 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay; My sole concern, my single care, To watch and tremhle. and prepare Against that fatal day ! 3 No room For mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is none ; If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before Th' inexorable throne ! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy : But oh ! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies ! How make mine own election sure; And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be thou my guide, be thou my way To glorious happiness ! Ah ! write the pardon on my heart! And whensoe'er I hence depart. Let me depart in peace ! ^ • ) • ) Sickness and death. Jrf. JxL 1 A TV soul, the minutes haste away, ^▼i Apace oomes on th' important day, When in the icy arms of death I must give up my vital breath. 150 THE GOSPEL CALL. 2 Look forward to the moving scene ; How wilt thou be affected then ? When from on high some sharp disease Resistless shall my vitals seize. 3 When all the springs of life are low, The spirits faint, the pulses slow ; The eyes grow dim and short the breath, Presages of approaching death; 4 When clammy sweats through ev'ry part, Show life 's retreating from the heart ; Its last resistance there to make, And then the breathless frame forsake ; 5 When all eternity's in sight, The brightest day, or blackest night, One shock will break the building down And hurl thee into worlds unknown. 6 0 come, my soul, the matter weigh ! How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay ! And how those unknown regions try, And launch into eternity ! ^04 The night cometh. L. M. 1 A WAKE, awake, my sluggish soul, -£j^- Awake and view thy setting sun; See how the shades of death advance, Ere half the task of life is done. 2 Death ! — 'tis an awful, solemn sound ; Oh ! let it wake the slumb'ring ear ! Apace the dreadful conqu'ror comes, With all his pale companions near. 3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd — These friendly warnings heard no more ; Soon will the mighty Judge approach ; E'en now he stands before the door. 4 To-day attend his gracious voice ; This is the summons that he sends : "Awake, — for on this transient hour Thy long eternity depends." 235 9 THE GOSPEL CALL. 151 The sinner weighed and found wanting. Ii. M. VISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye; Behold God's balance lifted high! There shall his justice he displayed, And there thy hope and life he weigh'd. 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? 3 Behold, the hand of God appears To trace in dreadful characters ; , " Sinner — thy soul is wanting found, And wrath shall smite thee to the ground."* 4 One only hope may yet prevail — Christ hath a weight to turn the scale ; Still doth the gospel publish peace, And show a Savior's righteousness. 5 Great God, exert thy power to save ; Deep on the heart these truths engrave, The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. 2'b(> The scoffer. C. M. 1 A LL ye who laugh and sport with death, -^ And say there is no hell, The gasp of your expiring breath Will send you there to dwell. 2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, With strange surprise you'll find Immortal vigor springs afresh, And tortures wake the mind! 3 Then you'll confess the frightful names Of plagues you scorn d before, No more shall sound like idle dreams, Like foolish tales no more.* 152 THE GOSPEL CALL. /(•J j The harvest is past. S. M, 1 T SAW, beyond the tomb, A The awful Judge appear Prepar'd to scan with strict account My blessings wasted here. 2 His wrath, like flaming fire, Burn'd to the lowest hell — And in that hopeless world of woe, He bade my spirit dwell. 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd to-day ; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away. i Soon may the harvest close — The summer soon be o'er — And then your injur'd, angry God Will hear your pray'rs no more. ^OO Death and judgment. P. M 1 XVTHEN frowning death appears ▼ T And points his fatal dart, What dark foreboding fears Distract the sinner's heart ! The dreadful blow No arm can stay, But, torn away, He sinks to woe. 2 Now ev'ry hope denied, Bereft of every good, He must the wrath abide Of an avenging God ; No mercy there Will greet his ear, Nor wipe the tear Of black despair. 3 Sinners, awake, attend, And flee the wrath to come; THE GOSPEL CALL. 1 53 Make Christ, the Judge, your friend, And heav'n shall be your home ; His mercy nigh, Now points the path That leads from death To joys on high. ]£•))) Prepare to meet thy God. P.M. 7.7.7.7. 1 DINNER, art thou still secure? £5 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 stands 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 ? 5 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. The alarm. P. M. 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6, and think, 240 1 O TOP, poor sinners, stop £5 Before you further go ; Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe! o2 154 TTIE GOSPEL CALL. On the verge of ruin stop — Now the friendly warning take — ' Stay your footsteps — ere ye drop Into the burning lake. 2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose ? Fear ye not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes ? Can you stand in that dread day, Which his justice shall proclaim, When the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame ? 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar ; Then to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair ! All your sins will round you crowd, — You shall mark their crimson dye, — Each for vengeance crying loud ; And what can you reply ? 4 Though your heart were 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, Those who now despise his grace, " Rocks and mountains, on us fall, And hide us from his face." Trust in Jesus. 0. M 241 1 HPHERE is a voice of sov'reign grace J- Sounds from the sacred word : " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord." 2 My soul obeys th' Almighty call, And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord, Oh ! help my unbelief. THE GOSPEL (ALT.. 155 3 To the dear fountain of thy blood, [ncanuite God, I fly; litre let me wash my spotted soul Prom crimes of deepest dye.:|: 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On tliv kind arms I fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all ! Eternity. L. M. 242 1 TjiTERNITY is just at hand ! -l^ And shall I waste my ebbing sand, And careless view departing day, And throw my inch of time away? 2 But an eternity there is Of endless woe, or endless bliss; And swift as time fulfils its round, We to eternity are bound. 3 What countless millions of mankind Have left this fleeting world behind! They're gone ! but where ? — ah, pause and see, Gone to a long eternity. 4 Sinner ! canst thou for ever dwell In all the fiery deeps of hell ; And is death nothing then, to thee, Death, and a dread eternity ? ^TcO The misery and danger of sinners. 0. M. 1 DINNERS! the voice of God regard : £5 'Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his gracious word From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, You live devoid of peace; A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your souls of ease. o Your way is dark, and leads to hell : Why will you persevere ? 156 THE GOSPEL CALL. Can you in frightful torments dwell, Shut up in black despair? 4 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Renouncing ev'ry sin ; Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord, And learn his will divine. £ JL _L The folly of 'neglecting religion. L. M. 1 T^THY will ye lavish out your years ▼ ▼ Amidst a thousand trifling cares, While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot ? 2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind And famish an immortal mind, While angels with regret look down To see you spurn a heav'nly crown ? 3 Th' eternal God calls from above, And Jesus pleads his dying love ; Awaken'd conscience gives you pain : And shall they join their pleas in vain ? 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view Those objects which ye now pursue ; Not so shall heav'n and hell appear When the decisive hour is near. 5 Almighty God ! thine aid impart, To fix conviction on the heart: Thy pow'r can clear the darkest eyes, And make the haughtiest scorner wise. The terrors of eternity. P.M. 8.8.7.8.8./. 8. 8. 245 1 "PATERNITY! terrific word, J-J Within the heart a piercing sword ! Beginning without ending ! Eternity ! unmeasur'd time ! I sink beneath the thought sublime That I to thee am tending : Deep horror fills my quaking heart, My lips in speech refuse to part. Tin: GOSPEL QAIX. 157 2 Eternity ! 0 what a pang I Eternity! no serpenl a fang Could send that thrill of terror. When I revolve thy clanking chains, Thv dark abyss 01 deathless pains, My soul is lil I'd with horror. 0 search the universe around. No equal terror can he found! 3 Awake, 0 man, from sinful sleep; Bethink thyself, thou straying sheep, Seek God by true repentance! Awake, behold thy wasting sand, Eternity is just at hand And brings thine awful sentence. This is, perchance, thy final day : Who knows how soon he's snatch'd away? 4 Eternity ! terrific word. Within the heart a piercing sword! Beginning without ending! Eternity ! unineasur'd time ! 1 sink beneath the thought sublime That I to thee am tending: Lord Jesus, when it pleaseth thee, Grant me thy blest eternity ! ^J4rU Youth and judgment. L. M. 1 "V^E sons of Adam, vain and young, J- Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire : 2 Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine, Enjoy the day of mirth ; but know There La a day of judgment too. 3 God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. 158 THE GOSPEL CALL. 4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through : How will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injur'd grace? 5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities, And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Death and eternity. C. M, 247 1 C TOOP down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise, ^ Converse awhile with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan He bids the world adieu. 3 But, 0 ! the soul that never dies ! At once it leaves the clay ! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And track its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there, Or devils plunge it down to hell In infinite despair. 5 And must my body faint and die ? And must this soul remove ? 0 for some guardian angel nigh To bear it safe above ! 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand My naked soul I trust, And my flesh waits for thy command To drop into my dust. PENITENCE Of TEE a\\akkm:i> SINNER. 168 THE AWAKENED SINNER ^— j-o A prayer Jbr tcriousness. P. M. o.o.O.o.o.u. 1 rpiIOU God of glorious majesty, A To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth. I cry; A half-awaken'd child of man, An heir of endless bliss or pain, A sinner born to die ! 2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible : A point of time, a moment's space Removes me to that heav'nly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 3 0 God, mine inmost soul convert! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. Before me place in dread array The pomp of that tremendous day When thou wTith clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom '! Be this my one great bus'ness here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t' insure : Thine utmost counsel to fulfil. And suffer all th}r righteous will, And to the end endure. Then Savior, then, my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight Ami hope in full supreme delight And everlasting love. 160 PEXITEXCE OF THE «^4t) The true repentance. S. M. 1 f\ LET me now repent! V^ With all my idols part; And to thy gracious eye present An humble contrite heart ! 2 A heart with grief opprest, For having griev'd my God; A troubled heart that cannot rest Till sprinkled with thy blood ! 3 Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of woe My aching breast inspire; 4 With soft'ning pity look, And melt my hardness down; Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone ! 250 For true repentance. 0. M. 1 f\ FOR that tenderness of heart V^ Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledges how just thou art, And trembles at thy word ! 2 0 for those humble contrite tears Which from repentance flow, That consciousness of guilt which fears The long suspended blow ! 3 Savior, to me in pity give The sensible distress. The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me die in peace ; 4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove Before the evil come, My spirit hide with saints above, My body in the tomb. 25] aw \ki:m:i> >i.\m:k. 161 Prayer for a renewed heart. C JVI. 1 (~\ FOB a neart to praise my God, yj A heart from sin Bel free! A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me ! 2 A heart resign!, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 0 for a lowly, contrite heart, l>elie\ in-, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, And full of love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy. Lord, of thine! 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love. £tj ^ Prayer for penitence. b. M. 1 r\ LET me now repent ! y~J 0 let me now believe ! Thou, by whose voice the marble rent, The rock in sunder cleave! Thou, by the two-edg'd sword, My soul and spirit part; Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break my stubborn heart. 2 Savior and Prince of peace, The double grace bestow; Unloose the bands of wickedness, And let the captive go : Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove: — Wound, and pour in. my wounds to heal, The balm of pard'ning love, n 162 PENITENCE OF THE 3 For thine own mercy's sake, The hindrance now remove, And into thy protection take The pris'ner of thy love; In ev'ry trying hour Stand by my Feeble soul, And screen me from my nature's pow'r Till thou hast made me whole. 4 This is thy will, I know, That I should holy be; Should all my sins at once forsake, This moment turn to thee : 0 may I now embrace Thine all-sufficient pow'r! And never more to sin give place, And never grieve thee more. 253 Hardness of heart lamented. Ii. M 1 f~\ FOR a glance of heav'nly day, yj To take this stubborn heart away, And thaw with beams of love divine This heart, this frozen heart of mine ! 2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake; The seas can roar; the mountains shake; Of feeling all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou has felt, 0 Lord, an adamant might melt; But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine. 4 Thy judgments too, which devils fear, (Amazing thought!) unmov'd I hear; Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine. 5 Eternal Spirit ! might}' God ! Apply to me the Savior's blood; 'Tis his rich blood, and his alone, Can move and melt this heart of stone. AWAKKNKI) SINNER. L68 Original and actual sin confessed* Jj- M, 254 1 1 " ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, 1-J And born unholy and unclean ; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're defiled in ev'ry part. 3 Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true ; 0 make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy. 4 Behold, I fall before thy face ; My only refuge is thy grace : No outward forms can make me clean; The leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow ; No Jewish types could cleanse me so.* 255 TJie contrite heart. C. M. 1 rpHE Lord will happiness divine J- On contrite hearts bestow ; Then tell me, gracious God ! is mine A contrite heart or no ? 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel ; If aught is felt, 'tis only pain To find I cannot feel. 164 PENITENCE OF THE 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd To love thee, if I could ; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more ; But when I cry. " My strength renew," Seem weaker than before. 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love thy house of prayer ; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. 6 0 make this heart rejoice or ache ; — Decide this doubt for me ; And, if it be not broken, break — And heal it, if it be. 256 Penitent iat sighs. P. M. 7.7.7.7. 1 TjTATHER ! at thy call I come, -F In thy bosom there is room For a guilty soul to hide, — Press'd with grief on ev'ry side. 2 Darkness fills my trembling soul; Floods of sorrow o'er me roll ; Pity, Father! pity me; All my hope is plac'd in thee. 3 But may such a wretch as I, — Self-condemn'd and doom'd to die, Ever hope to be forgiv'n, And be smil'd upon by heav'n ? 4 Yes, I may ! for I espy Pity trickling from thine eye ; 'Tis a Father s heart that moves, Moves with pardon and with love. 5 Well I do remember, too, What his love hath deign'd to do ; How he sent a Savior down, All nry follies to atone. au aki:\-i:i> SINKER. It',") G lias my elder brother died ' And Ifi justice satisfied ? Why. — oh, why should I despair Of my Father's tender ear< J.,) i n> penitent. C. M 1 PkEAR Josus ! prostrate at thy feet JL/ A guilty rebel lies; And upwards to the mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 Oh let not justice frown me hence ; Stay, stay the vengeful storm : Forbid it that Omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. i But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt ; No tears, but those wThich thou hast shed, — No 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. Cox >J >■<■■>' ion of sin. P.M. 7.7.7.7. 258 1 /~^1 OD of mercy ! God of grace ! VJT Hear our penitential songs ; 0 restore thy suppliant race, Thou to whom our praise belongs ! 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts dehas'd by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent; 3 Foolish fears and fond desires Vain regrets for things as vain; 166 PENITENCE OF THE Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain ; 4 These, and ev'ry secret fault, Fill'd with grief and shame we own ; Humbled at thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from thy throne.* ^ZjlJ Indwelling sin lamented. 0. M. 1 T^TITH tears of anguish I lament, ▼ ▼ Here at thy feet, my God, My passion, pride, and discontent, And vile ingratitude. 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So false as mine has been ; So faithless to its promises, So prone to ev'ry sin ! 3 My reason tells me thy commands Are holy, just, and true ; Tells me whate'er my God demands Is his most righteous due. 4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh, And all her words approve ; But still I find it hard t' obey, And harder yet to love. 5 How long, dear Savior, shall I feel These stragglings in my breast? When wilt thou bow my stubborn will And give my conscience rest ? 6 Break, sov'reign grace, 0 break the charm, And set the captive free ; Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm, And haste to rescue me. 200 Conflict between flesh and spirit. 1 TTOW sad and awful is my state ! -H The very thing I do I hate ! When I to God draw near in pray'r, I feel the conflict even there ! L. M. AWAki:m:d sixxer. 107 2 I mourn, because I cannot mourn ; I hate my sin, yet cannot turn; I grieve, because L c&nnoi grieve; I hear t he truth, but can't helieve. 3 Where shall so great a sinner run ? I see I'm ruin'd and undone ; Dear Lord, in pity now draw near, And banish ev'ry rising fear. 4 Thy blood, dear Lord, which thou hast spilt Can make this rocky heart to melt; Thy blood can make me clean within — Thy blood can pardon all my sin. 5 'Tis on th' atonement of that blood, I now approach to thee, my God ; This is my hope, this is my claim — Jesus has died to hide my sin. ^OX The thoughtless sinner converted. L. JV1. 1 A LAS, alas, how blind I've been, ■£*- How little of myself I've seen ! Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God, whom I defied. 2 Oft have I heard of heav'n, and hell, Where bliss and woe eternal dwell; But mock'd the threats of truth divine. And scorn'd the place where angels shine. 3 My heart has long refus'd the blood Of Jesus, the descending God ; And guilty passion boldly broke The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 4 Th' alluring world controll'd my choice ; When conscience spake, I hush'd its voice ; Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless millions first had trod. 5 But now. th' Almighty God comes near And fills my soul with awful fear — Perhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again. 168 PENITENCE OF THE ^OZ Neglected opportunities. 0. JV1. 1 A H, what can I, a sinner do, ■^\. With all my guilt opprest ? I feel the hardness of my heart, And conscience knows no rest. 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law Does all my life condemn ; The secret evils of my soul Fill me with fear and shame. 3 How many precious Sabbaths gone, I never can recall ; And, oh, what cause have I to mourn, Who misimprov'd them all ! 4 How long, how often have I heard Of Jesus, and of heav'n ; Yet scarcely listen'd to his word, Or pray'd to be forgiv'n ! 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, And grant renewing grace; For thou this flinty heart canst break, And thine shall be the praise. Jj\)0 Prayer for the Hohj Spirit. L. M. 1 f\ TURN, great Ruler of the skies, V./ Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th' offences of my hand, Within thy book recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, A conscience pure, a soul renew'd ; Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence roam. 3 0, let thy Spirit to my heart Once more his quick'ning aid impart, My mind from ev'ry fear release, And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, From me thy heavenly precepts learn, And, humbled, to their God return. \\v.\ki:m:i) sinnki; 169 2()4 Conviction. S. M. 1 IX/TY former hopes are fled, i-*X My terror now begins ; I 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 sure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." 4 I see, or think I see, A glimm'ring 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. 265 Sin bewailed. P.M. 7.7.7.7. 1 /^lOME, my soul, thy suit prepare, V_y Jesus loves to answer pray r ; He himself has bid thee pray, Rise and ask without delay. 2 With my burden I begin ; Lord ! remove this load of sin ! Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast ; There thy sovereign right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 Show me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew7 ; Let me live a life of faith. Let me die thy people's death. 170 PENITENCE OF THE >^DO Confession and repentance. L. M 1 f\ LORD, my God, in mercy turn, yj In mercy hear a sinner mourn ! To thee I call, to thee I cry, 0 leave me, leave me not to die ! 2 0 pleasures past, what are ye now But thorns about my bleeding brow? Spectres that hover round my brain, And aggravate and mock my pain. 3 For pleasure I have giv'n my soul ; Now, justice, let thy thunders roll ! Now, vengeance, smile — and with a blow Lay the rebellious ingrate low. 4 Yet Jesus, Jesus ! there I'll cling, I'll crowd beneath his shelt'ring wing; I'll clasp the cross, and holding there, E'en me, oh bliss ! — his wrath may spare. jjKy | Repentance at the cross. C M, 1 /^\H, if my soul were form'd for woe, ^J How would I vent my sighs ! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 0 how I hate those lusts of mine That crucified my Lord, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood. 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed, Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Savior bleed. 5 Whilst with a melting broken heart My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the m'urd'rers too. AWAKKXED SINNEfc. 171 ^,()0 ■'■ turned In jny. CM. 1 0 MOTE by the law, I'm .justly slain; O Great Grod, behold my case ; Pity a sinner lillM with pain, IN or drive me from thy face. 2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul — Thy justice, all in flames, Gives sentence on this heart so foul, So hard, so full of crimes. 3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel; 1 fear, 1 nit don't relent, — Perhaps of endless death the seal; 0 that I could repent ! 4 My jtray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile; My duties black with guilt; On such a wretch can mercy smile, Though Jesus' blood was spilt ! 5 Speechless I sink to endless night, 1 see an op'ning hell : But lo ! what glory strikes my sight! Such glory who can tell? 6 Enrapt in these bright beams of peace, I feel a gracious God : Swell, swell the note — 0 tell his grace; Sound his high praise abroad ! 2\)f) Portuuj with all for Christ. C M. 1 "VTE glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu ; J- A nobler choice be mine ; A heavenly prize attracts my view, A treasure all divine. 2 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, — 0 name divinely sweet! — Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, True wealth and honor meet. 3 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of thi.v dear gift possest, 172 SUPPLICATION FOR THE I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest. 4 Dear portion of my soul's desires, Thy love is bliss divine ; Accept the wish that love inspires, And let me call thee mine. SUPPLICATION FOR DIVINE MERCY. JL t \J Wie penitent suing for pardon. P.M. o.f.8.7. 1 O AVIOR, canst thou love a traitor ? £5 Canst thou love a child of wrath ? Can a hell-deserving creature Be the purchase of thy death ? 2 Is thy blood so efficacious As to make my nature clean ? Is thy sacrifice so precious, As to free my soul from sin? 3 Sin on ev'ry side surrounds me, I can hear of no relief; Pangs of unbelief confound me, Help, me, Lord, to bear my grief. 4 This is now my resolution, At thy dearest feet to fall; Here I'll meet my condemnation, Or a freedom from my thrall. 5 If I meet with condemnation, Justly I deserve the same ; If I meet with free salvation, I will magnify thy name. £ | J_ Seeking pardon. L. M. 1 T ORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall, -L^ Opprest with fears to thee I call : Reveal thy pard'ning love to me, And set my captive spirit free. DIVIXK MERCY. 178 2 Il.isi thou not said, "Seek ye my face?" The imitation I embrace; I'll seek thy face J thy Spirit give I 0 let me see thy face, and live. 3 I'll wait, perhaps my Lord may come; If I turn hack, hell is my doom; And. begging, in his way I'll lie Till the dear Savior posses by. 4 I'll seek his face with cries and tears, With secret sighs and fervent prayers; And if not heard, I'll waiting >it . And perish at my Savior's feet. 5 But canst thou, Lord, see all my pain, And bid me seek thy face in vain? No ! Jesus will not, can't deceive : The soul that seeks his face shall live. What must I do to be > L. M. 272 1 X¥7"ITI1 melting heart and weeping eyes, ▼ ▼ My guilty soul for mercy cries; What shall I do, or whither flee, T' escape that vengeance due to me ? 2 Till now. 1 saw no danger nigh: I liv'd at ease, nor fear d to die ; Wrapt u]> in self-deceit and pride, " I shall have peace at last,' I cried. 3 But when, great God ! thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, Then I beheld, with trembling awe, The terrors of thy holy law. 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, In childhood, youth, and growing years! Before thy pure discerning eye, Lord, what a filthy wretch am I! 5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue, Death and destruction arc my due; Yet mercy can my guilt forgive. And bid a dying sinner live. 174 SUPPLICATION FOR THE 6 Does not the sacred word proclaim Salvation free in Jesus' name? To him I look, and humbly cry, " 0 save a wretch condemn' d to die I" Jj I O Apprehension confessed. L. M. 1 rPHOU man of griefs, remember me, J- Thou surely never canst forget Thy last mysterious agony, Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat! 2 When wrestling in the strength of prayer, Thy spirit sank beneath its load ! Thy feeble flesh afraid to bear The wrath of an almighty God ! 3 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire, Remove this load of guilty woe, Nor let me in my sins expire ! 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll I* 5 I deprecate that death alone, That endless banishment from thee ! 0 save me, through thine only Son, Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! 2j i 4 Penitence. L. M. 1 q HOW pity, Lord ! 0 Lord, forgive ! £5 Let a repenting sinner live : Are not thy mercies large and free? May not the contrite trust in thee ? 2 With shame my num'rous sins I trace Against thy law, against th}^ grace ; And, though my pray'r thou shouldst not hear. My doom is just and thou art clear. 3 Yet save a penitent, 0 Lord ! Whose hope, still hov 'ring round thy word, mvixi: mercy. L78 Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure support against despair. 4 My sins are great, bul don't surpass The riches br eternal grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 5 0 wash my soul from every stain, Nor let the guilt I mourn remain ; Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice, And bid my bleeding heart rejoice. 6 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song; And ev'ry pow'r shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 275 Prayer for a nar heart L. M. 1 f\ THOU that hear'st when sinners cry! v^ Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight; Thy holy joys, 0 God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring: The God of grace will ne er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. o My soul lies humbled in the dust. And owns thy dreadful sentence just: Look down, 0 Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 176 SUPPLICATION FOR THE ^ / \) Pleading Christ's promises. L. M. 1 "TESUS, if still the same thou art, *J If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor. 2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourner blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn; I cannot, no, I will not rest Till thou my only rest return. 3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd On all that hunger after thee ? I hunger now, I thirst for God ! See the poor fainting sinner, see. 4 Ah, Lord ! if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray, Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my lab'ring soul would say. 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom; Light in thy light I then shall see : Say to my soul, " Thy light is come, Glory divine is ris'n on thee." 6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay. Jj % % Spiritual miracles . CM. 1 TESUS, if still thou art to-day *J As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name.** 2 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin : But if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 3 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands, Open, 0 Lord, my ear; DIVINE MERCY. 177 Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands And lift them up in prayer. 4 Silent, (alas ! thou know'st how long,) My voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise. 6 Lame at the pool I still am found : Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy. 6 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. 7 But thou, they say, art passing by, 0 let me find thee near! Jesus, in mercy, hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear ! 3 Long have I waited in the way For thee the heav'nly light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy sight." 278 To obtain mercy, b. M. 1 1\TY gracious, loving Lord, UJL To thee what shall I say? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray. 2 Ten thousand wants have I; Alas ! I all things want ! But thou hast bid me always pray, And never, never faint. 3 Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear e'en to ask thy grace, So oft have I, alas! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face. h 2 12 178 SUPPLICATION FOR THE 4 With all pollution stain'd, Thy hallow'd courts I trod; Thy name and temple I profan'd, And dar'd to call thee God ! 5 Nigh with my lips I drew — My lips were all unclean; Thee with my heart I never knew— My heart was full of sin.* £ it) My peace I give unto you. P. M. 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6. 1 T AMB of God, for sinners slain, JL^ To thee I humbly pray : Heal me of my grief and pain, 0 take my sins away. From this bondage, Lord, release ; No longer let me be opprest: Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast! 2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out, Who humbly comes to thee ! No, my God, I cannot doubt: Thy mercy is for me : Let me then obtain the grace, And be of paradise possest : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast! 3 Worldly good I do not want, Be that to others given; Only for thy love I pant, My all in earth or heav'n ; This the crown I fain would seize, The good wherewith I would be blest; Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast. 4 This delight I fain would prove, And then resign my breath ! Join the happy few whose love Was mightier than death ! mviNr: KSBOT. 17'.' Let it not my Lord displease, That I would die to be thy guest! Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast! 28( ) \*gfw mercy. P. M. 8.7.8.7. 1 TESTS, full of all compassion, *J Hear the humble suppliant's cry; Let me know thy great salvation; See! I languish, faint, and die. 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelm^ with helpless grief, Prostrate at thy feel repenting, Send, 0 send me quick relief! 3 Whither should a wretch be flying, But to him who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to him who ever lives' 4 While I view thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless, on the cursed tree, Fain I'd feel my heart believing That thou suifer'dst thus for me. 5 Without thee, the world possessing, I should be a wretch undone; 8 irch through heaven. — the land of blessing; Seeking good, and finding none. 6 Hear, then, blessed Savior, hear me! My soul cleaveth to the dust; Send the Comforter to cheer me; Lo! in thee I put my trust. 7 Sav'd — the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above! Ansrels sing the pleasing story, All enraptur'd with thy love! ^