FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Section 6 2 /V r^jziu MANUA //^r?^ / ' '/'yv^^/ •: OF \^A DEC 20 iQ34 CHRISTIAN PSALMODY: A COLLECTION" OF PSALMS AND HYMNS, PUBLIC WORSHIP. BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY PERKINS AND MARVIN. PHILADELPHIA : FRENCH AND P E R K I X S . Entered according to act of Congress, in the Teat 1S31. by Perkins & Marvin, in the Clerk's Office of the Distiict Co-nt of MasBachuaetti. 1832. PREFATORX NOTE. An ardent desire to facilitate the praises of God in the Sanctuary prompted me to engage in the preparation of this collection of Psalms and Hymns. Neither my ability in this department of sacred lite- rature, nor the leisure at my command, would enable me to com- pile so faultless and valuable a manual as seemed requisite for the denomination with which it is my happiness to be connected. Nor have the past efforts of those who have engaged in this ser- vice proved so successful, as to leave nothing more to be desired. On the contrary, it is believed that, by a lanre and increasing portion of our congregations, the compilations now in use, though contain- ing much that is excellent, are, as a whole, rather tolerated than approved. They will of course maintain their place only until a comparison with better specimens shall furnish an opportunity for their abandonment. Under such circumstances, it seemed perfectly allowable to avail ourselves of the assiduous and decidedly success"- ful labors of the compilers of ' Church Psalmody.1 This'work, re- cently published, has been received with such* commendation as indicates its decided superiority to anv other collection in the English language. It was found, on examination, that verv few of the hymns were objectionable on account of denominational differences, and none of them more faulty in this respect than those of Dr. V» atts ; which, by a strance inconsistency, are continued in nearly all the collections which are exclusively used in Baptist churches. In this book, their place has been supplied bv hymns of decided excellence, exhibiting the express sentiments of the Scrip- tures on one of the interesting and solemn ordinances of Christ's appointment. While very many in other denominations are now beginning to obey the precept as illustrated bv the example of Christ in baptism, the hope is cherished that these hvmns will be accept- able to them also; and thus hasten the desirable period, when, among those having "one Lord," and "one Faith," there shall again be seen but " one Baptism." With the above exception, the 1 Manual of Christian Psalmody' is substantially the same with the 'Church Psalmody,' a distinct name being used for mutual con- venience. The original Preface should therefore be referred to, for ascertaining the general principles on which the work has been compiled. It is believed there will be found, in this instance, a verv perfect accordance with what the title indicates— a book for ready and convenient use— various in its subjects, evangelical in senti- ment, and at the same time promotive of a pure and elevated taste. To the blessing of God, ajid the favor of those who join in his praises, it is now humbly commended. RUFCS BABCOCX, Jun. Salem, August 10, 1832. Pastor of the First Baptist Church. Newton TIteological Institution. Aligvst 1" In our opinion, the plan and general execution of this* Manual of Christian Psalmody' are, pre-eminently, entitled to the favorable regard of the public ; and we trust that the time is not distant, when a book like this will exert its happy influence in all our churches. IRAH CHASE, H. J. RIPLEY. PREFACE. In presenting to the public such a work as this, it is obviously proper that something should be said of the object and expec- tation of its compilers. These may be stated in a few words. It has been their aim and hope to make a selection of psalms and hvmns of a highly lyrical character, in respect to senti- ment, "imagery, language, and structure ; possessing sufficient elevation and dignity to render them specially adapted to pub- lic worship on the Sabbath, and possessing, at the same time, such a variety of subjects and metres, and such a degree of simplicity, warmth, and animation, as should render them suit- able for use in all social religious meetings, and in families. They have aimed, also, to render the selection particularly co- pious in those classes of hymns wmch are specially adapted to this period of revivals and of religious benevolent institutions and labors, and to various important occasions. The two things to be regarded in hymns for use in public worship, and by which their lyrical character is to be tested, are their Matter and their Structure. In both these respects they may be faulty. Some remarks on the requisites of good lyric poetry will be made under each of these heads. As to the Matter proper for lyric poetry. 1. The aim of all lyric poetry should be to express emotion, and the sentiments should be such as are adapted to this end. This is the original and natural office of all poetry \ and it is more especially the natural office of all poetry which is de- signed to be used in connection with music. Poetry itself is the language of emotion ; and that only is good lyric poetry, which requires the aid of music to produce its full etfect. A kindred office of lyric poetry is to excite or increase emotion in the hearer or performer. Sacred lyric poetrv may express every class of emotions which it is proper for man to express in acts of worship ; but especially such as are implied in ascriptions of praise. It should generally be addressed directly to God, or else it should consist of rehearsals of truths and events, or exhorta- tions and appeals to the hearts of men. which are directly adapted to turn the thoughts to God, and till the soul with emotions towards him. A judicious German writer, treating on the character of lyric poetry, remarks that u The church secures human sancti- ncation by two means — teaching or preaching, and the worship of God. In both these exercises the intellect and heart are em- ployed, and act together, but not equally. Preaching is chiefly designed to enlighten the understanding, while the principal aim of worship is to warm and purify the heart, and IV PREFACE. express its emotions.*1 To the first of these divisions of the services of the sanctuary belong the reading of the Scriptures, exposition, exhortations, and sermons. To the second belong prayer and singing. Though these divisions should be kept distinct, yet it very often happens, that exhortation or preaching occupies a large place in the prayers and hymns. " Modem hymns/7 says the author referred to above, " are not lyrical, but didactic. They only preach in rhyme ; and thus they reach the head, but not the heart. If, now, the sermon preaches, and the singing preaches, and the prayer preaches, the monotony of the service will occasion weariness j but if the sermon preaches, and the hymn sings, and the prayer prays, there will be a beautiful variety, to exercise and interest all the faculties of the soul." One author of hymns has filled a large book with pieces, most of which were written as sup- plements to sermons, and seem to be little more than abstracts, expressed in rhyme, of the sentiments which had just been de- livered. As such, they may be very good j but they can scarcely be considered as better adapted to musical effect, than a table of contents, or the synopsis of an argument. They may be set to music, so that each syllable shall correspond to a note of a tune, but they cannot be sung. This forcibly bringing syllables and notes into contact, and pronouncing them together, is not singing, any more than noise is music. Such hymns may contain excellent statements and discussions of Christian doctrines, expressed in an attractive form, and may be highly valuable to be read and treasured up in the memory j but they are in no degree adapted to musical effect. All truly lyrical poetry, of a religious character, has one of these two objects — either to be a channel through which the full soul may pour forth its strong and holy emotions, or to bring before the mind objects which, in their nature and aspect, are adapted to awaken these elevated emotions j — it is to express emotion, or to excite it. 2. The sentiments and imagery should be grave, digni- fied, and conformed to the taste and habits of the age. What would be suited to one nation or age, or to one state of society, might be wholly unsuited to another. When the feelings are addressed, no allowance can be made for difference of age, or nation, or habits, as there may be when the understanding is addressed. Whatever, then, is unscriptural, grovelling, minute in detail, light, fanciful, incongruous, or offensive to the taste and feelings, checks the flow of the soul, and detracts seriously from the effect, and should therefore be avoided. If the pre- vailing taste is opposed to the precepts and doctrines of the Bible, it should not, of course, be humored. But, so far as manner, imagery, and illustration are concerned, it should be regarded scrupulously. Much, in these respects, which would be appropriate and powerful in an oration, or a heroic poem, would be utterly unfit for the dignity and holy excitement which should always attend a hymn set to music. All familiar and fondling1 epithets, or forms of expression, applied to either person of the Godhead, should be avoided, as bringing with them associations highly unfavorable to pure PREFACE. V devotional feeling. A similar remark should be made respect- ing all hymns that wear the aspect of condoling with the sin- ner, tending to divert his thoughts from his guilt to his calam- ity, and occasioning in him a high state of agreeable, sympa- thetic excitement. Scarcely any thing tends more directly and powerfully to destroy a deep conviction of guilt, or erects a more formidable barrier against the exercise of true contri- tion and humility. A lar^e portion of those hymns which are technically called revival hymns, are of this character 3 and the very reason, probably, why they are so popular, is, that the useof them makes the sinner feel comfortably, when he ought to feel condemned and undone. 3. Hymns should possess unity. Not that only one subject should come before the mind in one hymn. This would be unnatural, and would weaken the effect. The impression made by any subject is often deepened by viewing it in its connection with others. The effect of a hymn expressive of penitence would be increased by glancing at the mercy of God, the sufferings of Christ, and the free offer of pardon. Still, all the subjects brought into a Jjymn should be of such a character, and so connected, as to form one group, strike the mind at one view, and conspire to produce one effect. 4. Every line should be full of meaning. At every syllable, the mind should feel that it is making progress, taking some new view, or receiving some additional or deeper impression. The whole hymn should be the overflowing of a full soul, una- ble any longer to contain its emotions. An unmeaning line or word, thrown in to make out the rhyme or measure, is like a dead limb on a living body — a cumbrous deformity, better amputated than retained. A hymn in long metre generally possesses less vivacity, and is sung with less ease and spirit, than one in short metre, principally because the stanza in short metre expresses as much of thought and feeling in twenty-six syllables, as the stanza in long metre does in thirty-two. In many instances in this book, hymns in long metre have been changed into common or short metre, by merely disencum- bering the lines of their lifeless members. Under the head of Structure, the following- character- istics are mentioned as being essential to good lyric poetry : — 1. Plain style. All inversions and artificial arrangement of the words, all parenthetical, involved, or otherwise intricate clauses, together with all long sentences, and ambiguous and obscure words, are to be avoided. Even those arrangements of words a,nd clauses, and those full periods, which would be perfectly intelligible, and might give beauty and strength to a composi- tion which is to be read or spoken, may be wearisome, unin- telligible, and, of course, destitute of all lyrical effect, when sung. For the purpose of conveying his meaning-, and giving force to what he utters, the speaker may avail himself freely of tones, inflections, pauses, and an otherwise varied enuncia- tion 5 and a single performer, or a well-disciplined and careful choir, may accomplish something in the same way, in singing ; but singers generally must, from the nature of the case, be very 1* VI PREFACE. much cramped in these respects. A simple, uninvolved style is the natural one for impassioned poetry as well as for oratory. 2. Every sentence should be constructed so as to express emo- tion. Every thing- in the form of reasoning, logical statement or inference, explanation or discussion, requires a state of mind wholly inconsistent with that holy and devout excite- ment implied in sacred music. 3. Sentences and clauses should contain, as far as is practi- cable without occasioning a stiff and tedious uniformity, com- plete sense in themselves. A succession of clauses bound to- gether by weak connectives, exhausts the performer, by allow- ing- no opportunity for pausing ; while, by multiplying unmeaning words, and keeping the mind too long on the same course, it also wearies the hearer. It contributes greatly to the spirit and force of the hymn, as well as to the ease of the performer, to throw off rapidly, in a concise form, one thought after another, each complete in itself, and with each beginning a new rhetorical clause. 4. The structure of each stanza should be such that the mind sliall perceive the meaning immediately. All hypothetical clauses, placed at the beginning, or other clauses containing positions or arguments having reference to some conclusion which is to follow, are to be avoided. They contain "O meaning in themselves, and bring nothing before the mind ex- pressive or productive of feeling, till the performer reaches the important words at the close of perhaps the second or fourth line. The only method of wading through such lines, set to music, is for the performer to suspend all thought and feeling, and struggle hard and patiently, till he shall come to the light. The first word should, if possible, express something- in itself, and every word should add to it. But, from a spirited clause at the beginning, the mind may derive an impulse which shall carry it through a heavy one that may follow. Clauses, how- ever, which follow the main one, to qualify it, connected by a relative, are always heavy and injurious. 5. The words should be easy of enunciation, and capable of being divelt upon, without seeming harsh or unnatural. Difficult and unpleasant combinations of consonants ; all successions of words and syllables in which the same sound frequently oc- curs ; long words, where all thought and feeling must stand still, like spectators, while four or five syllables are drawn out to as many minims or semibreves ; and all slender syllables, on which the voice cannot dwell without distorting them, especially if two or three of them occur together, or in an important part of the line, — are great defects in a hymn, if they do not entirely destroy its vigor. To express the whole thought in one syllable is, of course, much more forcible than to express it in many. The best orators and the best poets abound in monosyllables. 6. The pauses should be arranged with reference to effect. There should be a pause at the end of each line. The music is generally adapted to more or less of a cadence at that point, and, as his own ease requires it, the performer will naturally make one there. If, therefore, the nominative comes at the PREFACE. VU end of one line, and the verb at the beginning of the next, the lines, when sung, must make nonsense. If the performer at- tempts to run the lines together, and preserve the connection, the measure of the line, the returning rhyme, the length of the sentence, and the cadence of the music, all demanding a pause, but being violated together, will render the perform- ance unnatural, and produce a harshness worse, perhaps, than nonsense. If long pauses are introduced within the line, they should be at or before the middle ; and never, unless to secure some peculiar expression, near the end. Even the short pause following an address, which may occur any where else, should not be admitted there. 7. The accented parts of the stanza should correspond with tlie accented notes of the tune. The want of this is a defect of more frequent occurrence in hymns than any other. Arti- cles or conjunction, or the lightest syllables in important words, are often so placed, that, in the regular movement of the tune, they are pronounced on the longest and most accented notes ; while the more important words and syllables, by their side, fall on the weakest and most unaccented notes. The judicious singer, in such cases, may be able, tasome extent, to accommo- date the music to the words ; but ordinary choirs will entirely destroy the meaning and force of the poetry. Such a mis- placing of the accent, such a swelling upon the unimportant syllables, and such a depression of the important ones, is as unfavorable to all beauty and force, and as utterly nonsensical, in singing, as in reading or speaking. 8. The several stanzas of a hymn should possess a good degree of uniformity, as to measure, accent, and pauses. If each stanza were to be sung to a tune made specially for it, their structure might be ever so diverse without inconvenience 5 but, as they are all to be sung to the same tune, it is obvious that all the stanzas should be similar to each other, and regu- larly conformed to the measure adopted. 9. Each stanza, and the whole hymn, should be so con- structed, that the importance of the sentiments, the force of expression, the emotion, and the general effect of the piece, shall be increasing through to the end. A sinking, retrograde movement is worse, if possible, in lyric poetry, than in oratory. It is not claimed for the psalms and hymns, in this collection, that they are entirely free from the fault's that have now been referred to. Perhaps no hymn could be found in the English language, in which some of these faults might not be detected. The writers of sacred devotional poetry seem to have thought very little of adapting it to musical purposes. Had they felt the importance of this, and turned their thought to it, much the larger part of all the irregularities now found in their hymns might very easily have been avoided. Now, many of them cannot be removed, without rendering the pieces disagreeably stiff, or breaking down their whole fabric. In compiling this book, the principles just laid down have been kept constantly in view, and, in innumerable instances, such faults as have here been noticed have been corrected. The fact that some imper- viii PREFACE. fections, of various kinds, must remain, is no reason why they should not be rendered as few as possible. In noticing the sources from which the materials for this book have been drawn, it may be stated that, besides the ver- sion of the psalms by Dr. Watts, and those versions that pre- ceded his, and those of some authors of less note, made since his time, use has been made of two nearly entire versions, and one very extensive collection, recently published in England. Versions of many single psalms have been found scattered through the several collections of hvmns which have been ex- amined. In selecting; the hymns, in addition to the hymn- books used by the various denominations of Christians in the United States, the compilers have examined eight or ten ex- tensive general collections of hymns, besides a large number of smaller collections published in England, and which have never been republished, or for sale, in this country. In these and other works, they suppose that they have examined nearly all the good lyric poetry in the English language. The number of metrical pieces of the psalms is 454, and the number of the hymns 731, making 1185 in all. Of these, 421 are from Dr. Watts, who has, undoubtedly, written more good psalms and hymns, of a highly lyrical character, than any other author, and to whom the church is indebted, prob- ably, for nearly half of all the valuable lyric poetry in the language. The names of the several authors, when known, or the collections from which the pieces have been taken, are given in the index to the first lines. In selecting and arranging these materials, the compilers have aimed to make a hymn-book of a thoroughlv evangelical character, in doctrine and spirit, and as highly lyrical as the materials, with such labor as could be bestowed upon them, would permit. They have, accordingly, rejected a large amount of religious poetry, excellent in itself, so far as the sen- timents and language are* concerned, and aimed to select only such pieces as are adapted to be s/mg. As the same piece was often found with important variations, in different books, they have aimed to select that copy which seemed best suited to the design of this work, without inquiring how the author originally wrote it. They have treated the hymns which have come before them as public property, which they had a right to modify and use up according to their own judgment. Omis- sions, abridgments, alterations, and changes in the arrange- ment of the stanzas have, therefore, been made with freedom, whenever it appeared that the piece could thereby be improv- ed. These alterations have been made principally to avoid prosaic and unimpassioned passages j low or otherwise unsuit- able imagery or expression j abrupt transitions 5 unmeaning and cumbrous words and clauses ; long, complicated, and obscure sentences -^ feeble connectives ; long words, and harsh and slender syllables ; a wrong position of the accent and pauses 5 the anticlimactic structure 3 and a disagreement in the form and rhythm of the several stanzas. A considerable number of pieces, possessing less of a lyrical character than is desirable, hare been retained; partly because PREFACE. IX the subjects were important, and nothing better on them could be found j and partly because, though not well adapted to public worship generally, they might be useful on special qccasions; or for families and individuals. On some important topics, it may be asked why so few pieces have been inserted. The reply must be, that on such topics, all have been inserted, which could be found, that seem- ed worthy of a place. Not one hymn, in all respects good, on any useful topic, has been designedly omitted. If it is asked why so large a portion of the pieces are so short, the reply is similar — that all of each piece was inserted that seemed worth inserting j and it was not thought worth while to print poor stanzas for the sake of increasing their number. Besides, four and five stanzas are, in ordinary cases, as much as can be sung with ease or profit. Singing, of all the exercises of public worship, should least be protracted so as to become wearisome, as it necessarily must be, when six or eight stanzas are given out. In the arrangement, it was thought best, for various reasons, to preserve the psalms separate, as has been done heretofore, in the books most commonly used. Ifl the index of subjects, the psalms are arranged under the appropriate heads with the hymns. The several parts of each psalm have been arranged according to their metre, and are numbered on continuously throughout, in the most simple manner. In arranging the hymns, those heads were selected which, it was thought, would most easily cover the whole ground, and run into each other the least. They follow each other in what seemed the most natural order. The hymns, under each of the general and sub- ordinate heads, are intended to be so arranged, that, while they are read in course, the mind shall be steadily advancing in the subject. The arrangement is certainly imperfect ; yet, proba- bly, few who examine it will see so many imperfections in it as they saw who made it. It is doubtful whether, while hymns possess so little unity, any such arrangement can be adopted, as that many hymns may not, with about equal propriety, be placed under any one of two or three different heads. In the index of subjects here, they are so placed. Tunes from the Handel and Haydn Society's Collection of Church Music have been prefixed to each piece. The number of tunes from which the selection has been made is limited, and such have been chosen as are not only appropriate in their general spirit and movement, but whose accent and pauses cor respond with those of the several stanzas to be sung. Often, the tune prefixed merely indicates the class of tunes to be used. Others would be equally appropriate. Different choirs, or differ- ent circumstances, may render it expedient to use different tunes. Judgment should be exercised, and time, place, occasion, &c, should be consulted. To indicate, to some extent, the manner of performance, those marks for musical expression have been used which are commonly employed in music-books, and with which choirs are generally acquainted, rather than any arbitrary signs. mf mezzo forte, f forte, ff fortissimo, < crescendo, > diminuendo, -o swell, X inverted swell, dol dolce, Aff ajjetuoso, f » staccato, Len lentando, I PREFACE. pp pianissimo, very soft. p piano, soft. mp mezzo piano, a little soft. m mezzo, middle— neither loud nor soft. This mark is also applicable to those hymns or passages which now have no mark, a little loud, loud. very loud. increasing, louder and louder, diminishing, softer and softer, increasing and then diminishing, diminishing and then increasing, in a gentle, smooth, gliding manner, with deep and tender feeling, short, distinct, articulate, gradually becoming slower and softer to the end. — .... used at the beginning of a line, to contradict any mark of musical expression which has gone before it. In the middle of a line, or at the end, it signifies a pause, longer or shorter, according to the judgment of the performer. The marks for musical expression have been prefixed, in gen- eral, with reference to the tunes named. The same psalm or hymn, sung to a different tune; might often require some vari- ation of the expression. After all which can be done, directions for musical expres- sion must be merely hints, by which the general character of the expression to be given is indicated. The various kinds and degTees of the emotions to be expressed, requiring a cor- responding variation of the manner of performance, are so nu- merous, and so complicated in their nature, that only a ready susceptibility of emotion, joined to good taste and judgment, and careful attention to the subject, can secure a correct manner of singing. In the index to the first lines, as well as in that to the sub- jects, the psalms and hymns are brought together without dis- tinction, and the reference is uniformly to the page. In the atter index, the different subjects are not inserted under words arbitrarily selected, and placed in alphabetical order, but un der the principal and subordinate topics of the arrangement in the book, thus bringing all the psalms and hymns on the same or kindred topics near each other in the index, so as to be easily found. This is believed to be the most convenient plan or such an index. With these remarks and explanations, this work, on which 'he compilers have bestowed much time and labor, and in which they have found much pleasure, is now given to the churches for their use. LOWELL MASON, DAVID GREENE. Boston, August, 1831. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. ABO\ E these heaven*' created rounds Ji aits. 06 linf to thy word i\ rmmgkem, 114 indulgent Lord, return Dobell's Coll. 435 >ur earthly cares deleave Pratt's Coll. 454 I he day returns of holy rest ne Lord of lite and light Barbauld. 449 n sha II fallen man Epit. Coll. 976 Ah, wretched, vile, ungrateful heart ind did my 9ai tour bleed Alas ! what hourly dangers rise Stale. 400 All-Glorious God, whit hymns of praise .' All had, incarnate God All hail the great I m ma mud's name Duncan. 315 All power a:,: . befteog w Pratt's O All power is to our Saviour gives 473 All-powerful, self-existent < rod Metkmdjei Coll. 850 All ye nations, praise the Lord H ran tv Buried beneath the yiel ling wave I Buried in shadows of The ri^ht Watts. 279 CAN sinner< impe for heaven Pr Cease, ye iiiouni°r>, cease to languish Coll, Children of the heavenly Ki; g Cenwiek. 4.3 Children, to your Creator, God Choose ye his cross to bear ire all our theme Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. Onr triumphs . . Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. Son, of n.en Pr Christ, whose glory fills the skies C. Cleanse me, O Lord — and cl Watts. 113 Come, all ye i } ■ Come, all ye servants c f the Lord Come, and behold the place ' Come, blesse.: - e of light Btddumt. 340 Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day Dak Come, divine and peaceful guest .' II. F. Burdtr-s Coll. 346 Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell Waits. 406 Come, gracious Spirit, Heavenly Dove Broien. 343 Come, happy souls, approach your God Watts. 281 Come hither, all ve weary souls Watts. 357 2 b XVI INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page. God in his earthly temple lays Watts. 153 God, in the gospel of his Son Beddome. 284 God is a spirit, — just and wise Watts. 261 God is goodness, wisdom, power , Pratt's Coll. 564 God is the refuge of his saints Watts. 106 God moves in a mysterious way Coirpcr. 274 God, my supporter and my hope Watts. ]40 God of mercy — God of grace Lutheran Coll. 373 God of my childhood add my youth Watts. 137 God of my life, my morning song Steele. 556 God of my life, to thee belong Scott. 536 God ui" my strength — in thee alone Wrangkam. 102 God of our fathers, by whose hand Epi-i. Cull. 503 God of our iives, thy various praise Heginbotham. 543 God of our salvation, hear us Kelly. 466 God of the morning, at thv voice Watts. 555 God's hoJy law, transgressed Pratt's Coll. 275 God's perfect law converts the soul Tale and Brady. 67 On, preach my gospel, saith the Lord s Watts. 464 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed Watts. 394 Grace ! — tis a charming sound Doddridge. 2S5 Gracious Lord, disclose thy way Pratt's Coll. 84 Gracious Spirit, love divine Stocker. 346 Great Father of each perfect gift Doddridge. 345 Great Father of mankind Doddridge. 543 Great first of beings ! mighty Lord Epis. Coll. 258 Great God, and shall thy Spirit rest Steele. 347 Great God, attend my humble call Watts. 136 Great God, attend, while Zion sings Watts. 146 Great God, at thy command Pratt's Coll. 553 Gre.it God, beneath whose piercing eye Roscoe. 535 Pod, how infinite art thou Watts. 257 Gr*?al God, mdn!ge my humble claim Watts. 123 -:( Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices Kelly. 313 Hark — that shout of rapturous joy Kelly. 521 Hark — the glad sound — the Saviour comes Doddridg Hark ! the herald angels sing Rippon's ColL 286 Hark ! the song of Jubilee Hark ! the voice of love an-4, mer y Curtis's Cell. 302 Mai k ! what dm - - Cawe Hark ! what mean those lamentations Cawut,d. 464 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time Spirit of the Psalms. 139 . O sinner, nov .£/»>. Coll. 355 Have mercy, Lord — have mercy, Li rd S. F. Siut/i. 5^1 Have mercy, Lord, on me " Tufr and Brady. 115 Head of the church triumphant Lock Hasp. Cull. 426 Hear, gracious God, n.y humble prayc r - Hear me, O God, nor hide thy fac< H atU Hear my prayer, Jehovah, hear Pratt's Coll. 181 ( » sinner, mercy hails you Reed. 353 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims Watts. 544 Heaven has confirmed the dread decree Dt ddridgt. 513 Heavenly Father, Sovereign Lord Salisbury Coll. 57 Let party names no more " Beddome. 4 1 7 Let plenteous grace descend on those ~Yeu~ton. 58d Let sinners take their course Watts. 117 Let songs of endless praise Pratt's Coll. 198 Let songs of praises fill the sky Cotterill. 340 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord Hats. 566 Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly Pratt's Cull. '201 Let us adore the grace that seeks. ." PraWs Coll. 366 Let us awake our joys Kingsbury. 316 Let us, with a joyful mind Milton. '2*27 Let Zion and her sons rejoice li'atts. 179 Let Zion in her King rejoice Watts. 106 Life is a span — a fleeting hour Steele. 513 Life is the time to serve the Lord liatts. 509 Lift up to God the voice of praise Reed's Coll. 564 Lift up your hea Is, eternal gates Tate mid Brady. 78 Light of those whose dreary dwelling Pratt's Coll. 303 Like sheep we went astray Watts. ;*.);> Lo ! God is here — let us adore Wesley's Colt. 159 Lo ! ho comes, with clouds descending Oliver. 50 ) Lo ! he cometh — countless trumpets Union Coll. 504 Lo ! tiie Lord Jehovah liveth ! Pratt's Col!, 65 Lo ! the Lord, the mighty Saviour Pratt's Coll. 93 Lo! the mighty God appearing Pratt's Call, 111 Lo ! what a glorious corner-stone Watts. 199 Lo ! what an entertaining sight Watts. 20 \ lionz as T live, all-bounteous Lord Pratt's Coll. 186 Long as I live, I'll bless thy name Watts, 2 - Long have we heard the Joyful sound Watts. 37° Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious Kelly. 3J Loid. at thy table we behol i Strnnrtt. 441 Lord, before thy throne we bend Pratt's Coll. 015 Lord, dismiss us with rliy blessing 11. F. Bitrder's Coll. 460 Lord, hear me when, without disguise Wranaham. 45 Lord, hear my words— my spirit see Pratt's Coll.. 43 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint Tate and Brady. 44 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see Watts. 462 Lord, how secure my conscience was Watts. 368 Lord, how shall wretched singers dare Steele. 489 Lord, I am thine, but thou will prove Watts. 61 Lord, I am thine— thy truth I own Pratt's Coll. 206 Lord, I approach the mercy seat Epis. Coll. 378 Lord, I believe a rest remains Wesley. 327 b INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXi Page. Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Watts. 46 Lord, I have made thy word my choice Watts. 206 Lord, I have thee my refuge made Wrangham. 119 Lord, I will bless thee all my days Watts. 91 Lord, if thine eye survey our faults Watts. 160 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Ji'af Lord, in the temples of thy grace Steele. 351 Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name Steele. 87 Lord, let thy goodness leal our land Pratt's OM. 535 . how long by thee Pratt's Coll. 56 . bow lovely, fair Turner. 451 Montgomery. 541 : mercy, just and kind Pratt's Cod. 55 Lord of the worlds above Watts. 143 bou hast called thy grace to mind Watts. 149 Lord, thou hast heard thy servants cry Pratt's Coll. 201 L>rd, thou hast scourged our guilty land Watts. 121 Lord, thou bast searched and seen me through Jiatts. 232 Lord, thou hast ^ten my -oul sincere Watts. 63 Lord, thou hast won — at length I yield Jfewtaw. 374 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray * Watts. 43 Lord, through the dubious path of life Exeter Coll. 499 Lord, thy church hath seen thee rfa Pratt's Coll. 134 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Watts. 162 Lord, visit thy forsaken race F.p'.s. Coll. 472 Lord, we come before thee now Hammo?id. 455 Lord, we confess our numerous faults Watt Lord, what a feeble piece Ji'atts. 161 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Watts. 140 Lord, what a wretched land is this Watts. 423 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man Watt Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove Steele. 441 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high Watts. 133 Lord, when we bend before thy throne Pratt's Coll. 458 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire Watts. 234 Lord, who, among the sons of men Watts. 77 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord Watts. 242 Love divine, all love excelling Madam's Coll. 319 MAKE us, by thy transforming grace Steele. 300 Watts. 280 • glorious day of promise Pratt's Coll. 472 May the grace of Christ our Saviour Yetcton. 460 . in Jordanrs holy stream S. F. Smith. 437 Men or* God, ve ii atts. 561 . many are my fears Watk a !,efure thy feel Watts. 492 i, in whom are all the springs Wok Watts. 137 sful name Steele. 390 . i, mv King, thy various praise Ji'atts. 237 , J, my King, to" thee I'll raise Steele. 563 b XX11 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page. My God, my life, my love Watts. 386 My God, mv portion and my love Watts. 386 My God, my prayer attend Pratt's Coll. 152 My God, permit me not to be Watts. 491 My God, permit my tongue Watts. 125 My God, the covenant of thy love Doddridge. 401 My God, the spring of all my joys Watts. 386 My God, the steps of pious men.. Watts. 96 My God, thine e;ir, indulgent, bend Pratt's Coll. 116 My gracious Lore, I own thy right Doddridge. 395 My gracious Lord, whose changeless love. .. .Montgomery's Coll. 434 My heart is fixed on thee, my God Wrangham. 191 My hiding place, my refuge tower Tate and Brady. 210 My Maker and my King Steele. 263 My never-ceasing song shall show Watts. 156 My opening eves with rapture see Epis. Coll. 446 My refuge Ps the God of love Watts. 53 My righteous Judge, my gracious God Watts. 236 My Saviour and my King Watts. 105 My Saviour, let me hear thy voice Doddridge. 381 My Saviour, my almighty Friend Watts. 136 My Shepherd will supply my need Watts. 74 My son, know thou the Lord Village Hymns. 355 My soul, be on thy guard Heath. 419 My soul, come, meditate the day Watts. 425 My soul forsakes her vain delight Watts. 505 My soul, how lovely is the place Watts. 147 My soul, inspired with sacred love Tate and Brady. 182 My soul lies cleaving to the dust Walls. 209 My soul, repeat his praise Watts. 185 My soul, review the time , Doddridge. 434 My soul, thy great Creator praise Watts. 186 My soul, with humble fervor raise Pratt's Coll. 183 My spirit looks to God alone Watts. 122 My spirit sinks within me, Lord Watts. 100 NAKED as from the earth we came Watts. 396 Nature, with all her powers, shall sing Watts. 259 No blood of goats nor heifers slain Watts. 114 No change of time shall ever shock Tate and Brady. 64 No more, my God, I boast no more Watts. 377 No offering God requires Tate and Brady. 115 Nor eye hath seen — nor ear hath heard Watts. 526 Not all the blood of beasts Watts. 304 Not all the outward forms on earth Watte. 340 Not to condemn the sons of men Watts. 281 Not with our mortal eyes Watts. 338 Now begin the heavenly theme Pratt's Coll. 318 Now he my heart inspired to sing Watts. 105 Now for a tune of lofty praise Watte. 292 Now, in the hour of deep distress Watte. 71 Now is th' accepted time Dobell. 365 Now let me make the Lord my trust Watts. 96 Now let my soul, eternal King Heginbotham. 256 Now let our faith grow strong, and rise Pratt's Coll. 336 Now let our mournful songs r.ecord Watts. 71 Now let our mourning hearts revive Doddridge. 546 Now let the angel sound on high. Watts. 484 Now living waters flow Montgomery's Coll. 485 Now may the God of power and grace Watts. 69 Now shall my solemn vows be paid Watts. 129 Now these solemn days are ending S. F. Smith. 583 Now to the Lord a noble song Watts. 292 b INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XX111 Page. Now to the Lord, who makes us know Watts. 337 Now to the power of God supreme Watts. 255 O ALL ye lands, in God rejoice Wrangham. 177 O all ye lands, rejoice in God Spirit of the Psalms. 130 O all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with Waits. 197 O all ye nations, praise the Lord, His glorious Wrangham. 196 O all ye people, clap your hands Wrangham. 107 O all ye people, shout and sing 195 O hless the Lord, my soul. His grace Montgomery. 184 O hless the Lord, my soul. Let all Watts. IS O Father, let thy king "torn come Pratt's Coll. 473 O God — my gracious God — to thee Tate and Bradu. 123 O God, my heart is fully bent Tale and Brady. 191 O God, my refuge, hear my cries Watts. ! 16 O God of Bethel, by whose hand Lon-ao. 393 O God of hosts— the mighty Lord Tate and Brady. 143 O God of sovereign grace Village Hymns. 468 O God, our help in ages past .. . . Watt*. L59 O God, thou art my God alone Montgomery. 1:24 OGoil, to earth incline Pratt7 a Coll. 131 O Lord, and shall our fainting souls Scott. 351 O Lord, and will thy pardoning love *. 587 O Lord, how infinite thy love Spirit of the Psalms. 99 O Lord, how many are mv foes Watts. 41 O Lord, my b--■-•.-.•::-■-:■ _- ;f_-. :*, Salvation— Oh the joytol tonnd ITatt*. 263 Sarionr, bleat thv word to aJL K Saviour, I thy ward believe Ttfi*d9. 347 Sarionr, sonrce of every Messing R*iau*m. 318 Saviour, thy law we love „lr>2. S^swr* Search nry heart, my actions prore Wmgkmm. 82 See what a living stone ITatt*. 202 See where the great incarnate God WaUs. 521 Shall man, O God of bsbt and life . Dvi*ht. 154 Shall the rile race of Resh and blood. £-- -^ r. " -• : :•■.:■ . r S-. :.■:. :l :z~' -j •:. : -. Z . . - -. . - -: ::.-■ ' ■ Shine on onr souls, eternal Gad Dtddridwe. 493 .v.-.::.:'.:::'::t--..:.- - .. . ■ • . r - G-.. L ■ ■ \ ; . -" Show me, O Lord, thy sacred wav rtrorU.-t. 79 Shaw pity, Lord— O Lord, forgive W*tu. 112 ?-:*'- : -: ••-.-• ' >:r--r5 ::" :.-■= V •---.. ".-7 r?:--r. i!: ;-t ;-.::.-.-. :: -.rrL.: ;•. . ••" ;-j> r*. i. i... -t *^--: -; .:' •- 1 :;: / •-- _■ •--- -:----- - • :- ~ :.-- 1:: V -. - :";. V7 Sing praises to onr God ..169 Sing to the Lord a new-made song TUe mmd Bredw. 173 S:i- :: -."-.r L.:.-: : - "i?:-i;.~ ."-.r.-- " '.. V.- .-- r- . :-.- 1 -: .V- -.-.V.-ir »'< ?:--r:-. v-.t^:::~ -: .-. ;-. 7 - ;~ >--:- vr 1 •:.-:..::;•: ..--- L ::■ •> -•- S.-- ■: • -.t 7 •-. -.r :>:-.-: .i:.ii /'.:•. : — r».-r •-■•r •: .: «i .•: -■- • .- Sinner, oh why so thoughtless grown ... Wau. 368 flnsner, ronse thee from thy sleep Epu. CM. 355 ffimwn, behold the Lamb of God. . .Hmkx*s. 352 ^ -----. •.--: :.--: :' G ;--.-': f -_•;-- V. Sinners, tarn, why wil J ye dk:.... :<*. CW7. 367 ? •- . • - ~rii--Z-. '. ; - -- .'.- ^ -■"■ 7 -"- •- -• -•" :-; ■ a:v. I.:. V.. S; -: mv fins and hnaexnnmi ITatta M Sangaanewof honor fraau- . .Pratt'* C Songs of immortal praise beloeg W«u. 193 ^ "-- :•--■■■ ----- '-.' v •-- '■■■ Son of Godr thybteasinggraat.. .ff. P. BaraVr'* CtO. All 3 • XXVI INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page. Sons of the mighty, rise and bring Pratt's Coll. 86 Soon as I heard my Father say Watts. 83 Soon may tiie lust glad song arise Pratt's Coll. 484 Sovereign of all the worlds on high Duddridge. 389 Sovereign of worlds above Pratt's Coll. 469 Sovereign of worlds, display thy power Pratt's Coll. 470 Spirit of peace ! celestial Dove! Bralt. St. Coll. 223 Spirit of peace ! immortal Dove! Heginbotham. 35J Stand up, and bless the Lord Montgomery. 5 .5 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears Watts. 4!8 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay." Rippon's Coll. 350 Still on the Lord thy burden roll Pratt's Coll. 117 Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise -li.tts. 512 Strait is the way, the door is strait Watts. 352 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies. Steele. 302 Sure there's a dreadful God Watts. 95 Sure there's a righteous God Watts. j 11 Sweet is the memory of thy grace Watts. 239 Sweet is the scene, when Christians die Barbaald. 517 Sweet is the work, my God, my King JVutts. 162 Sweet is the work, O Lord Spirit of the Psalms. 163 Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest Heginbotham. 403 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing . Robinson. 335 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet Qeo. Burder's Coll. 413 Sweet was the time when first I felt JVewton. 431 Swift as declining shadows pass Pratt's Coll. 178 TE AGH me the measure of my days Watts. 93 Thanks for mercies, Lord, receive Bratt. St. Coll. 457 Thanks to my God for every gift Heginbotham. 495 That awful day will surely come Watts. 524 That day of wrath— that dreadful day Sir W. Scott. 523 That man is blest, who stands in awe Tate and Brady. 194 Th' Almighty reigns— exalted high Watts. 170 The day is past and gone 560 The earth, O Lord, is ever thine Montgomery. 76 The festal morn, my God, is come Merrick. 214 The flowery spring, at God's command Doddridge. 552 The God of nature and of grace Montgomery. 259 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord Walts. 67 The heavens his righteousness declare Pratt's Coll. 171 The Holy Spirit sure is nigh Steele. 348 The Lord appears my helper now Watts. 200 The Lord ascends on high Watts. 40 The Lord descended from above Stcrnhold and Hopkins. 65 The Lord himself— the mighty Lord Tate and Brady. 73 The Lord his blessing pours.. Pratt's Coll. 150 The Lord ! how wondrous are his ways Tate and Brady. 182 The Lord in Zion ever reigns Wrangham. J 07 The Lord is come — the heavens proclaim Watts. 170 The Lord is good, the heavenly King Watts. 127 The Lord is »reat — ye hosts of heaven, adore him 569 The Lord is judge before his throne Pratt's Coll. 47 The Lord is risen indeed Kelly. 311 The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal Watts. 164 The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne < Waits. 272 The Lord Jehovah reigns, Let all Watts. 174 The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison. 73 The Lord my Shepherd is Watts. 74 The Lord of glory is my light Watts. 83 The Lord of Sabbath, let us praise Pratt's Coll. 450 The Lord on hi^h proclaims Watts. 280 The Lord, our God, is clothed with might H. K. White. 275 b INDEX OF FIRST LINK XXV11 Pa?e. The Lord, the God of glory, reigns Steele. 271 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Watts. 110 The Lord, the Sovereign King Watts. 185 The Lord unto my praver attend Wrangham. 70 The man is ever blest .' Watts. 38 The peace which God alone reveals Pratt's Coll. 461 The pity of the Lord Waits. 185 The praise of Zion waits for thee Watts. 126 The promise of my Father's love Watts. 442 The promises I sing Doddridge. 267 The Saviour calls,— let every ear Steele. 358 The Saviour lives, no more to die Pratt's^ Coll. 296 The Saviour — oh, what endless charms Steele. 317 The Saviour's glorious name Pratt's Coll. 139 The spacious firmament on high iddison. 66 The Spirit, in our hearts E-pis. Coll. 363 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove * Watts. 350 The swift-declining day Pratt's Coll. 511 The time is short — sinners, beware Hoskins. 508 The voice of free grace cries — Escape to the mountain.. Thornby. 362 The winter is over and gone Haices. 553 Thee we adore, Eternal" name Watts. 509 Thee will 1 bless, 0 Lord my God Wrangham. 93 Thee will I love, O Lord my strength Watts. 63 There is a fountain filled with blood Coicper. 305 There is a God, all nature speaks Steele. 257 There is a house not made with hands Watts. 420 There is a land of pure delight Watts. 427 There is an hour of peaceful rest Union Coll. 527 These glorious minds ! how bright they shine Watts. 530 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love Doddridge. 450 Think, mighty God, on feeble man Watts. 158 This frame", O God, these noble powers Scott. 263 This is thedav the Lord hath made Watts. 200 This is the word of truth and love Watts. 2-3 Thou art my portion, O my God Watte. 204 Thou art tlie way — to thee alone Epis. Coll. 309 Thou blest Redeemer, dying Lamb Cennick. 331 Thou boundless Source of every good Pratt's Coll. 400 Thou God of hope, to thee we bow 540 Thou, gracious God and kind Pratt's Coll. 143 Thou, gracious Lord, art my defence Tate and Brady. 42 Thou great Instructor', lest I stray Pratt's Coll. 151 er, set me free Watts. 404 Jehovah, God o'er all Pratt's Coll. 152 - • irch hast known Tate a/,d Brady. 232 Beddome. 379 _ g scene Doddridge. 499 Steele. 330 Sta Th p. Prince of glorj . id H rangha.a . 131 Thou that dost my life prolong 556 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord Watts. 113 Though now the nati Presbyterian Coll. 466 Thrice happy ma"., who fears the Lord Watts. 194 Through all the cha \ f life Tate and Brady. 92 Through endless years thou art the same Tate and Brady. 179 Throug » ter-ial God Watti Thus fur the Lord has led me on fi'atts. 557 ThusG il Father, spake Watts. 192 Thus sailh the high and lofty One Wc XXViil INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page. Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord Watts. 367 Thy bounties, gracious Lord Scott. 537 Thv favor, gracious Lord, impart Watts. 42 Thy glories, mighty God Pratt's Coll. 142 Thy goodness, Lord, how great Pratt's Coll. 89 Thv goodness, Lord, our souls confess Gibbons. 264 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord Watts. 210 Thy name, Almighty Lord Watts. 198 Thy presence, everlasting God Doddridge. 414 Thy w ay, O Lord, is in the sea Faicceit. 275 Time is winging us away Burton. 507 'Tis by the faith of joys" to come Watts. 383 'Tis God the Spirit leads Montgomery's Coll. 339 To bless thy chosen race Tate and Brady. 131 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord Tate and Brady. 52 To Father, Son and Holy Ghost Tate and Brady. 569 To God address the joyful psalm Spirit of the Psalms. 173 To God I cried with mournful voice Wa'ts. 142 To God 1 lift mine eves Watts. 212 To God, in whom I trust Watts. 80 To God, our strength, your voice, aloud Pratt's Coll. 144 To God our voices let us raise Wrangham. 167 To God the Father, God the Son Watts. 249 To God the Father's throne Watts. 249 To God, the great, the ever blest Watts. 189 To God, the only wise Watts. 320 To God, who dwells on Zion's mount Wrangham. 51 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes Watts. 211 To-morrow, Lord, is thine Doddridge. 510 To our Almighty Maker, God Watts. 172 To our Redeemer's glorious name Steele. 323 To praise the bounteous Lord of all Pratt's Coll. 554 To spend one sacred day Watts. 149 To thee, before the dawning light Watts. 204 To thee, great God. I make my prayer JVrangham. 134 To thee, my righteous King and Lord Wrangham. 240 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord Heginbotham. 332 To thy pastures, fair and large 75 To thy temple we repair Montgomery. 454 To us a child of hope is born Montgomery's Coll. 290 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head Epis. Coll. 479 Twos by an order from the Lord Watts. 253 Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Watts. 233 'Twas in the watches of the night Watts. 125 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night Watts. 439 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill Watts. 2:6 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb Watts. 545 Up to the fields where angels lie Watts. 492 VA I X arc the hopes the sons of men Watts. 376 Vainly through night's weary hours Spirit of the Psalms. 218 Vital spark of heavenlv flame Pop?. 517 WAIT, O my soul, thy'Maker's will Beddome. 402 Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn DobelVs Coll. 266 Wake the song of jubilee Pratt's Coll. 487 Watchman ! tell us of the night Bowring. 576 We all, O Lord, have gone astray 203 We come with joyful song 288 We lift our hearts to thee Methodist Coll. 307 We love thy holy temple, Lord Pratt's Coll. 82 We sing the glories of thy love Wajtts. 565 Welcome, delightful morn Hayward. 445 Welcome, sweet day of rest Watts. 445 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXIX Page. We've no abiding city here Kelly. 424 What are those soul-reviving strains Pratt's Coll. 337 What equal honors shall we bring Watts. 327 What finite power, with ceaseless toil Scott. 270 What glory gilds the sacred page Coirper. 253 What shall f render to my God Watts. 196 What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe. .H. F. Burdens Coll. 388 What though th' unthinking world may say Watts. 42 When all thy mercies, O my God . . . . Addi?on. 265 When, as returns this solemn day Bjrbauld. 456 When at this distance, Lord, we trace Doddridge. 323 When, bending o'er tiie brink of life ..Collyer. 514 When, dearest Saviour, when shall I Cennick. 462 When death appears before my sight Steele. 515 When gloomy thoughts and fears Lutheran Coll. 507 Wh n Go i is nigh, my faith is strong .Watts. 59 When God revealed his gracious name «* Watts. 217 When I can read my title clear Watts. 426 When I pour out my soul in prayer Tate and Brady. 179 When I survey the wondrous cross Watts. 336 When [ with pleasing wonder stand Watts. 234 When languor and disease invade Toplady. 399 When, marshalled on the nightly plain II. K. White. 585 When my cries ascend to thee Pratt's Coll. 84 When overwhelmed with grief. Watts. 122 When, rising from the bed of death Jlddlson. 522 When shall the voice of singing Pratt's Coll. 484 When sins and fears prevailing rise Steele. 410 When the great Juii-e, supreme and just. Watts. 51 When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come. . . ,Ovingt»n*» Coll. 522 When thy mortal life is fled. .". 8. F. Smith. 579 When to his temple God descends 451 When trouble rills my soul with srief Wrangham. 72 When verdure clothes the feriile vale Steele. 553 When we, our wearied limbs to rest Tate and Brady. 229 When youth and age are snatched away Steele. 514 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise Watts. 39! Where'er, through all his works, we send Turner. 269 Where is my Saviour now 432 Where shall the man be found Watts. 81 Where shall we go to seek and find Watts. 222 While in the tender years of youth Pratt's Coll. 503 While life prolongs its precious light Dicight. 155 While my Redeemer's near 75 While \ee I seek, protecting Power Williams. 491 "While with ceaseless course the sun Newton, 55) Who, but thou, Almighty Spirit Village Hymns, 4o7 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er Spirit of the Psalms, oi Who shall ascend the holy hill ".Pratt's Coll. 76 Who shall ascend thy heavenly place Watts. 57 Who shall inhabit in thy hill.. Watts. 58 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn Watts. 32 ) Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee. ..Spirit of the Psalms. 141 Why diil the nations join to slay Watts. 39 Why do we mourn departing friends Doddridge. 544 Why doth the Lord depart so far Watts. 53 Why droops my soul, with grief oppressed ? Scott. 306 Why is mv heart so far from thee Watts. 433 Why, on the bending willows hung Pratt's Coll. 230 Why should the children of a Kins Watts. 349 Why should thy face, where mercies dwell Pratt's Coll. 103 Why should we start, and fear to die ? Watts. 515 3 * b XXX INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page. Why will ye waste on trifling cares Pratt's Coll. 353 Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold Spirit of the Psalms. 78 With all my powers of heart and tongue Watts. 231 With cheerful notes, let all the earth Tate and Brady. 197 With grateful liearts, with joyful tongues PraWs Coll. 533 With glory clad, with strength arrayed Tale and Brady. 1(53 With humble heart and tongue Fawcett. 210 With joy we hail the sacred day Spirit of tiie Psalms. 213 With joy we meditate the grace Watts. 294 With my substance I will honor Francis. 482 With my whole heart I'll love thy name Pratt's Coll. 62 With my whole heart, I'll raise my song Waits. 59 With my whole heart, I've sought thy face Watts. 203 With one consent, let all the earth Tate and Brady. 175 With reverence let the saints appear Watts. 157 Witb songs and honors sounding loud Watts. 243 With tears of anguish 1 lament Stennett. 373 Within thy house, O Lord our God Presbyterian Coll. 45 4 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway Shirley. 1525 YE angels, round the throne Wults. 249 Ye boundless realms of joy Tate and Brady. 24 \ Ye Christian heroes, go, proclaim Pratt's Coil. 48 < Ye dying sons of men Pratt's Col!. 361 Ye earthly vanities, depart Steele . 33 i Ye hearts with youthful vigor wa rtn Doddridge. '>.)> Ye humble souls, approach your God Steele. 304 Ye men and angels, witness now Pratt's Coll. 416* Ye messengers of Christ PraWs Cull. 432 Ye mighty rulers of the land Wranghani. 86 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice Watts. 17G Ye saints and servants of the Lord Tate and Brady. 195 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim Pratt's Coil. 165 Ye servants of the Lord Pratt's Coll. 396 Ye sinners, fear the Lord 155 Ye sons of Adam, vain and young Watts. 502 Ye sons of earth, arise ". Pratt's Coll. 380 Ye sons of men, a feeble race Watts. 162 Ye trembling captives, hear Pratt's Coll. 356 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears Beddome. 496 Ye tribes of Adam, join Watts. 2 ! 1 Ye who in his courts are found Pratt's Coll. 367 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Steele. 3 "A Yes, [ will bless thee, O my God Heginbotham. 5 »7 Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign Pratt's Coll. \ 36 Ye^. my native land, I love thee S. F. Smith. 5. 7 Yes, the Redeemer rose Doddridge. 3 9 Yes, then- are joys that cannot die 7. . 53H Yes, we'll record thy matchless love Union Coll. 444 Yes, we trust the day is breaking Kelly. 130 Your harps, ye trembling saints Toplady. 393 ZION, awake '.—thy strength renew Pratt's Coll. 479 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. JV\ B, The figures refer to the page. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.— The Bible welcomed, 253 : divine authoritv of, -253 : the lis In of the world, 253,25^: suited to the wants of men, 69, 118, 204—211, 254, 255 : delight in, bo, 204—211, 256 : greater display of the glory of God than his works, 66 — 69. THE EXISTENCE AXD ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.— Existence of God manifest from his works, 47 — 5'J, 257: God eternal, 257 : the Creator, 233, 231, '258, 259 : almighty and omnipresent, 232 — 235, 260: searcher of the heart, 232—235, 261: wisdom and knowledge of, 261 : goodness of, 92, 93, 2o7— 240, 262: Creator and Benefactor, 186, 191,263 — 265 : love of, 2 36 : condescension of, 48, 237, 267 : mercy of God, 80, 81, 87, 89, 174, 175, 177, 181—185, 193,226—228,239: faithfulness of, 156, ld7, 188, 267, -268, 497. Trinity, 268: praise to, 269: immutability of God, 158, 161, 163 — 165, 178, 179 : iucomprehensibleness of God, 270 : majesty and dominion of, 157, 163 — 165, 185,270, 271 : man not comparable to, 48, 49, 271 : angels, ministers of, 272 : perfections of combined in his government, 91, 94, 95,237—242, 272: holiness of, 273 : glory of God in his works and word, 6u — 69, 193. PROVIDENCE AXD GOVERNMENT OF GOD.— Sovereign pur- poses of God, 273: developed ia his providence, 274: mysteries of providence, 275 : majesty of God in his government, 132, 133, 142, 270, 271, 272, 275: his blessing necessary to success, 217, 218: provi.lential goodness, protection and guidance, 73 — 75, 96, 133, 134, 211, 212, 495—590: Jehovah the universal King, 85, 86, 163— 165 : exultation in the reign of, 107—109, 119, 120, 128—130, 168, 169, 175 — 177 : only proper object of fear and worship, 142, 151, 152: God a Judge and Deliverer, 47, 50, 51, 145 : the avenger of the oppressed, 52, 53 : cominir to reigu, 65 : divine interposition acknowledged, 85, 9?, 106, 197, 165, 166, 237 : recounted to pos- terity, 143. FALL AND NATURAL CHARACTER OF MAN.— Hope from the gospel only, 275, 276 : Christ a light in darkness, 276 — 279 : death in sin, 279 : grief for the sins and miseries of man, 280. THE GOSPEL.— God's purpose of mercy, 280 : object of Christ's advent, 281, 282, 290: proclamation of the gospel, 282: gospel hailed, 283: object of, 283 : originating in sovereign mercy, 177, 181—185, 284 : salvation by grace, 284, 285 : divine character exhibited in the gcwpel, 285 : rejoicing in, 157. CHRIST.— Birth and character, 286—293 : nativity, 286—288: call to worship Christ, 289 : Christ welcomed as a Saviour, 289: de- sign of his advent, 281, 282, 290: names of, 290, 291 : deity and humanity of, 291 : and exaltation, 292 : dirine glory displayed in XXXii INDEX OF SUBJECTS. the person of, 292: equality of, with the Father, 293. — Offices of Christ, 293—297: Prophet, Priest, and King, 293: a merciful High Priest, 294 : our intercessor, 294 : peace and joy through the intercession of, 295 : exaltation and intercession of, 295 : a living and almighty Saviour, 296: God reconciled through, 296 : access to God by, 297. — .Miracles of Christ, 297, 298. — Example of Christ, 298 — 300. — Sufferings and atonement, 300 — 305: suffering for our sins, 300, 301: death on the cross, 302 : atonement, 99, 303, 304: sufficient, 305: death and resurrection of Christ, 304: author of salvation, 150, 199 — 202. — Christ represented under various images. — Rock of ages, 305 : physician, 306: bread of life, 307 : sun of righteousness, 307 : light of the world, 308: a refuge, 303: way, truth, and life, 3)9. — Resurrection and exaltation of Christ. — Resur- rection, 309, 310 : ascension, 77, 78 : redemption completed by, 150, 311, 3J2: darkness of the tomb scattered by, 312 : Christ enthroned and worshipped, 39, 40, 93, 313. 314 : Lord of angels, 314: prince and Saviour, 70, 71, 105, 1U9, 315 : crowned Lord of all, 315, 316: final triumph of, 316, 485 — 4o7. — Gratitude and praise to Christ for the work of redemption, %Y1 — 338 : pity and condescension of Christ, 48, 99, 3 17 : safe trusting in, 317, 616 : redeeming love, 318 : Christ a friend, 31 9: dwelling in his people, 319: his people's safety, 320, 321: grateful remembrance of, 128 — 130,321; penitence, in view of the sufferings of, 321,322; his love celebrated, 13 i, 323, 324: worthy the Lamb, 325 — 321 : excellence of Christ, 327, 3-28 : su- preme love to, 32d, 329: Christ precious, 330, 331: indebtedness to, 332 : not ashamed of, 333: ingratitude of rejecting, 334: re- joicing before the cross of, 335 : the gospel a savor of life or death, 335: the world crucified by the cross, 336: faith contemplating the sufferings of Christ, 336, 337 : hosanna to, 337: Redeemer and Judge, 337 : the church rejoicing in her King, 128 — 130, 333. HOLY SPIRIT.— The Spirit enlightening and renewing, 339: in- dwelling influence of, 339 : teachings of, 340 : regeneration by, 340: descent of, 341 : influences of implored, to renew and sancti- fy, 341 — 343 ; to quicken, 313 : to guide, 343, 344 : to prepare for worship, 344, 345, 452, 458 : to comfort, 346 — 350: the Spirit en- treated not to depart, 350 : prayer for the return of, 351. WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL.— Warn- i'ig$i 37, 38, 117, 140, 141, 145: the broad and narrow way, 351, 352 : danger of rejecting Christ, 352 : one thing needful, 353: the sinner invited and warned, 353 — 355 : danger of delay, 355. — Invita- tions and promises. — The gospel trumpet, 356, 357 : Christ's invita- tion, 357, 359 : sinners urged to accept the invitation, 155, 360 — 362, 367, 368 : entreated by the mercies of Christ, 361, 362: free grace, 362, 363: sinners invited to the gospel feast, 363: to living bread, 3(34 : to living waters, 364, 365 : now the accepted time, 167, 168, 365 : pardon ottered, 36ti : God's gracious call, 366, 367 : the sinner expostulated with, 367, 368. CONVICTION AND CONFESSION, 219, 220 : conviction by the law, 368, 369 : impenitence deplored, 369 : confession, 90, 112 — 115, 203, 370 : coldness and inconstancy lamented, 370, 371. CHRIST \ AN GRACES.— Repentance and application for pardon, 219, 220; repentance prayed for, 371 : repentance in view of divine patience, 372 : of Christ's compassion, 134, 135, 374, 375: ingrati- tude deplored, 372: indwelling sin lamented, 112 — 115, 278, 373: the penitent surrendering, 374 : sins bewailed as causing the death of Christ, 376: self-righteous hopes renounced, 112 — 115, 376, 377: pardon implored, 112—115, 143, 219, 220, 377—379: absence from God deprecated, 379 ; returning to Christ, 203, 380, 381.— Faith, INDEX OF SUBJECTS. XXX111 382—385: source and office of faith, 382: living faith, 383: walking by faith, 383 : trusting in Christ for pardon, 136, 336, 337, 384. — Love to Ood as our portion, 385 — 388 : love the chief grace, 385 : God the portion of the soul, 60, 91, 117, 140, 141, 146 — 149, 204, 336, 387 : God, onlv source of true happiness, 387, 388.— Filial spird.— Adoption, 388, 3e9: filial submission, 390 : filial trust in God, 87, 92, 93, 215, 216, 391, 393.— Obedience, 394 — 396 : the gospel exemplified in the conduct, 394: filial obedience, 394: death to sin, 395: living to Christ, 395: the vigilant servant, 396. — Humility, 59, 221, 239, 257. — Resignation. — God the author of mercies and afflictions, 396 — 398 : safe trust- ing in God, 398, 401 : faith prevailing in trouble, 399 : submis- sive and docile spirit, 400 : contentment, 221, 400 : casting our burdens on God, 401 : humbly waiting on God, 401, 402: bearing shame for Christ, 402. — Sincerity, 81, 403. — Desire of holiness. — Chiding ourselves for spiritual sloth, 403: deliverance from sin implored, 67, 112 — 115, 404, 405, 494, 495: quickening grace im- plored, 207—209, 236, 406, 407 : longing for a closer walk with God, 407 : Christian perfection and blessedness, 37, 38, 90, 194, 195, 203, 219, 408. THE CHRISTIAN VIEWED IX VARIOUS RELATIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.— United to Christ.— Vital union to Christ, 409, 410: deriving strength from, 411 : living by faith on, 411. — A member of the church. — Christian fellowship, 412, 414 : delight in the people of God, 59, 60 : dedication to God, 415 : joining covenant with, 415: joining the church, 416: renewal of self-dedication, 416: a welcome to fellowship, 417: all one in Christ, 417 : excellence of brotherly love, 223, 224. — Engaged in a race or warfare. — The heavenly race, 417, 418 : warfare and victory, 418 : watchfulness and prayer inculcated, 419 : courage and self-denial, 419 : succor implored for spiritual conflicts, 420. — In times of spiritual desertion and trouble. — Severe chastise- ments deprecated, 46, 97 : complaint under the hidings of God's countenance, 55, 56, 207 — 209, 236 : praver and hope in troubles, 69, 70, 152, 180, 181 : God resorted to "in, 83, 84, 100—103, 116, 121, 122, 136, 137, 140—142: thanks for deliverance from, 85, 140,189, 196: divine interposition acknowledged, 165, 166,217, 231, 235. — Heir of heaven. — Character of, 57, 58, 76, 77: the heavenly mansion, 420: hope of heaven by Christ, 421 : sight of God and Christ, the joy of heaven, 422 : heavenly joy on earth, 422, 423 : this life a pilgrimage, 423, 424 : God the pilgrim's guide and strength, 425 : contemplation of death and glory, 425, 426: the heavenly Canaan, 427 : rest from sin and trouble in heaven, 423: unshaken hope, 429 : communion of saints on earth with saints in heaven, 430 : cheering hope of heaven, 430, 431. — Back- sliding and returning. — Mourning over departed comforts, 431, 432: cold affections lamented. 433 : inconstancy, 433 : departures from Christ lamented, 434 : returning and choosing God, 149, 434, 435, 494, 495. INSTITUTIONS OF THE GOSPEL.— The church.— Built on Christ, 201, 202: enlargement of prayed for, 130—132: God's presence the safety and glory of, 109', 110, 153, 154. 174, 436: prayer of in times of desertion, 144, 149 : desolations of la- mented, 229 — 231 : enlargement and glorv of, 478 — 481 : the dwelling place of God, 222: delight in," 230.— Baptism, 437, 438, 439, 586, 5S7, 588.— Lord's Supper.— Institution of, 439: Christ's invitation to his table, 440: guests drawn in by love, 440, 441 : penitent view of the Saviour's sufferings, 441: the new covenant sealed, 442: reconciliation by Christ's death, 442: spiritual nourishment from Christ, 442, 443 : pardon b XXXIV INDEX OF SUBJECTS. and peace implored, 444: remembering Christ at his table, 444: not ashamed of Christ crucified, 444. [See on this subject, 300 — 338.] — The Sabbath and public worship. — The Sabbath welcomed, 445, 446 : communion with God, 43 — 45 : rest of the Sabbath, 447, 448 : preparation for the duties of the Sabbath implored, 448,458 : resurrection of Christ celebrated, 200, 449, 450 : the eternal Sab- bath, 450 : delight in worship, 82, 123— 126, 127, 146—149, 162, 163, 213 — 215, 451, 452: the presence of God sought in his house, 452 — 154: praise to God in, 144: prayer for a blessing on public worship, 454, 455 : sacrifice of the heart, 456 : before sermon, 456, 457: after sermon, 457, 458: Christ ever present in his churches, 459 : presence of God realized, 459 : dismissions, 460, 461 : languid devotion lamented, 461: longing fur the eternal Sabbath, 462: pleasant remembrance of the Sabbath, 462. — Ministry, 463, 464: Ministers the bearers of glad tidings, 463: Christ's commission to, 464 : of divine appointment, 466. UNIVERSAL DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL.— State and pros- pects of the heathen, 464, 465: prevalence of Christianity prom- ised, 465 — 467 : influences of the Spirit necessary, 467, 468 : prayer for the conversion of the world, 468, 471: prayer for the Jews, 472 : false religions supplanted by Christianity, 152, 171, 473, 474 : restoration of the Jews, 229 — 231, 474: victories of Christ, 475, 477: enlargement and glory of the church, 130, 132,478—480: missionary meetings, 481, 482 : departure of missionaries, 482, 483 : subjection of the nations to Christ prayed for, 138, 139, 484, 485 : rejoicing in Christ's reign, 105, 107—109. 128—130, 138, 139, 168 —174, 192, 193, 197. 198, 313—316, 4S5— 187. VARIOUS TOPICS. — Prayer and communion with God. — Nature of prayer, 487 : encouragement to prayer, 488, 489 : Lord's prayer, 489, 490: retirement and meditation, 490 — 492: desiring the presence of God, 82, 123 — 126, 492, 493 : God's presence the comfort of life, 204, 493 : communion with the Father and Christ, 494 : bids and sorrows laid before God, 494: humble worship, 157 : longing for spiritual light and comfort, 236. — Prevalence of sin. — Divine aid invoked in times of, 54: growing out of infidelity, 56, 57 : folly of envying the wicked, 140, 141 : fear in view of, 208. — Con- dition and prospects of the righteous and the wicked contrasted, 37, 38, 61, 62, 90, 117, 140, 141, 194, 195, 203, 219.— Providential good- ness, protection, and guidance. — Providence and grace, 42, 43, 96, 495, 496 : the fearful encouraged, 496: Jehovah a Shepherd, 73— 75, 106, 107 : refuge in God, 41, 42, 50, 51, 53, 62—64, 161, 162, 210— 212,497, 498 » prayer for protection and guidance, 79, 80, 121, 122, 204, 210, 498—500 ; praise for, 88, 89, 9. , 92, 93, 98, 133, 134, 188 —191, 196,231,237: safety of trusting in God, 216, 217.— Scrip- ture characters and examples, 50!. — Periods of human life. — Youth admonished of the judgment, 502 : to remember their Creator, 502, 503 : to obey iiis word, 215 : asking for divine guidance, 210, 503 : prayer for the young, 503,504 : pleasure of instructing the, 504: parting with earthly joys, 505 : their danger, 5 )6 : world contrast- ed with heaven, 506: religion the support of life; 507: human frailty, 97, 98, 156, 1.58—161, 178, 179, 239,507: flight of time, 507: and misspent, 503: the period to prepare for eternity, 509, 510 : reflections on past generations, 510 : work while it is day, 511 : trust in God in old age, 137, 512. — Death. — Meditation on death, 512: death and judgment appointed to all, 513: admonition to prepare for, 513, 5J 4 : prayer for support in death, 514: prepara- tion for, 158 — 160, 514: hope in Christ a support in, 515: victory over, 516 : peaceful death of the righteous, 5!7 : the dying Chris- tian to his soul, 517: submission on the death of friends, 518: hope of resurrection, 59, 61, 151, 153—161, 518. — Resurrection and INDEX OF SUBJECTS. XXXV judgment, 519: Christ's second coming, 110, 111, 519 — 521: the judgment anticipated, 522, 523 : welcomed by the righteous, 170, 524. — Future state. — Banishment from God intolerable, 524 : re- ward and punishment, 525 : eternity anticipated, 525 ; holiness of heaven, 526: treasure in, 506: glories of, 596 : rest of, 527 : heav enlv Jerusalem, 528 : the saints in glorv, 523, 529: martvrs glor/- fied, 530. VARIOUS OCCASIONS.— -Public fasting.— Pardon implored for national sins, 103, 530 : national judgments deprecated, 121, 531. — Thanksgivings. — Providential goodness of God, 72 — 76, 531 — 533: blessings of providence and grace, 533: God acknowledged in national blessings, 71, 104, 121, 122, 534, 535 : national praise and prayer, 535 : national gratitude and holiness prayed for, 535: praise for sparing mercv, 536. [See 262 — 266, 495, i supper, 300 — 33S, 439— ^444.— Monthly concert for prayer, ■ 93, 107—110, 130—133, 138, 139, 153, 154, 168, 169 ,-172— K —177, 192, 193, 195, J 97, 198, 229, 230, 313—:'. ing fur charitable objects, 536 — 540: general charii: missionary meetings, 4:1— 4:3: for the poor, 537, 53-?: Sa schools, o39 : widows and orphans, 100, 510. — Dedication oj n house for worship, 222. 541 — 543. — Ordination and installation, 463, 464. — Funerals, 512 — 516. 544 — 547, — Beginning and t nri of the year, 548 — 551. — The seasons, 126, 127, 551 — 554. — Morning and evening, 41 — 13, 236, 555 — 562. Sabbath morning, 43 — 45, 445 — 450 : Sabbath evening, 461, 462. GENERAL ASCRIPTIONS OF PRArSE, 119, 120, 175—177, 186— i92, 195, 197, 198, 224, 223, 237, 248, 562—569. DOXOLOGIES, 249, 569. ANTHEMS, CHANTS, ice, 570—576. PSALMS. 1 First Part. L. M. Ralston. The Righteous and the Wicked^ 1 TTAPPY the man, whose cautious feet Shun the broad way, where sinners go ; Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do ; — 2 Who loves t' employ his morning light Among the statutes of the Lord ; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure pondering o'er the word. f> 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, < Shall flourish in immortal green ; > And heaven will shine, with kindest beams, m** On every work his hands begin. p 4 But sinners find their counsels crossed ; — < As chaff before the tempest flies, > So shall their hopes be blown and lost, p When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 1 Second Part. C. M. Dedltam. 1 BLEST is the man, who shuns the place, Where sinners love to meet ; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer's seat : — 2 But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight ; By day, he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. Jnf 3 He, like a plant of generous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storm and blasting wind, > Enjoys a peaceful state. 4 38 PSALMS. ntf 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine ; While fruits of holiness appear, Like clusters on the vine. P 5 Not so the impious and unjust : — What vain designs they form ! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff, before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace < When Christ, th^ Judge, at his right hand mf Appoints his saints a place. 1 Third Part. S. M. Bladenburg. 1 THE man is ever blest, Who shuns the sinner's ways; Among 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. mf 3 He, like a tree, shall thrive, With waters near the root ; Fresh as the leaf, his name shall live ; His works are heavenly fruit. P 4 Not so th' ungodly race ; They no such blessings find: <. Their hopes shall flee lhke empty chaff >► Before the driving wind. Fourth Part. 7's. Norwich. 1 OH how blest the man, whose ear Impious counsel shuns to hear ; Who nor loves nor treads the way, Where the sons of folly stray: — 2 But, impressed with sacred awe, Meditates, great God, thy law : This by day his fixed employ, This by night his constant joy. PSALMS. 39 nrf 3 Like the tree, that's taught to grow Where the streams refreshing flow, He' his fruitful branch shall spread, Prosperous, he no leaf shall sued. p 4 See, ah ! see, a different fate God's obdurate foes await ! See them, to his wrath consigned, < Fly like chaff before the wind. p 5 When thy Judge, O earth, shall come, And to each assign his doom ; — Say, shall then the impious band" With the just assembled stand ? mf 6 These, th' Almighty, these alone, Objects of his love "shall own; — > While his vengeance who defy, Len Whelmed in endless ruin lie. 25 First Part. C. M. Marlwo. Christ exalted and his Enemies warned. 1 W^HY did the nations join to slav fT The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down ? 2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, Derides their rage below : He speaks, with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through. mf 3 "I call him my eternal Son, u And raise him from the dead ; "1 make my holy hill his throne, f " And wide his kingdom spread." p 4 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey the anointed Lord ; Adorethe King of heavenly birth, And tremble at his word. Second Part. C. M. Patmos. ATTEND, O earth, when God declares His uncontrolled decree : — "Thou art my Son — this day, my heir, " Have I begotten thee. 40 PSALMS. 2 " Ask — and receive thy full demands — " Thine shall the heathen be ; < " The utmost limits of the lands f " Shall be possessed by thee." P 3 Learn, then, ye princes — and give ear, Ye judges of the earth ; mf Worship the Lord with holy fear, Rejoice with awful mirth. 2 Third Part. S. M. Dover 1 THE Lord ascends on high, And asks to rule the earth ; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth. 2 He asks — and God bestows A large inheritance : f Far as the world's remotest ends, His kingdom shall advance. — 3 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod : f He'll vindicate those honors well, Which he received from God. mp 4 Be wise, ye rulers, now, % And worship at his throne : o With trembling joy, ye people, bow f To God's exalted Son. mP 5 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place : f But blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace. 2 Fourth Part. H. M. Murray. mf 1 JESUS, the Saviour, reigns ! On Zion is his throne : The Lord's decree sustains His own begotten Son : < Up from the grave I f And mount the skies, lie bids him rise, With power to save. rof 2 His kingdom is complete, This day exalts his name : PSALMS. 41 Before his Father's seat, He makes his righteous claim : P < Gemiles adore, I f His hands possess His power confess : | From shore to shore. 3 First Part. L. ML Bath. God our Defence. Morning. 1 C\ LORD, how many are my foes, In this weak state' of flesh and blood ; My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God* 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I raised an evening cry ; mf Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. — 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid, > I laid me down, and slept secure ; mf Not death should make my heart afraid, > Though I should wake and rise no more. mf 4 But God sustained me all the night ; Salvation doth to God belong : f He raised my head to see the tight, And makes his praise my morning song. 3 Second Part. C. M. Dundee mP 1 MY God, how many are my fears ! How fast my foes' increase ! Their number— how it multiplies ! How fatal to my peace ! f 2 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread : Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head." P 3 I cried, and from his holy hill, He bowed a listening ear : mf I called my Father, and my God, > And he subdued my fear. mf 4 Guarded by him, 1 laid me down, > Mv sweet repose to take ; "rf Fori through him securely sleep, Through fiim in safety wake. 42 PSALMS. f 5 What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood ? No terrors now shall shake my soul : My refuge is my God. 3 Third Fart. C. M. St. Ann's. mf 1 THOU, gracious Lord, art my defence ; On thee my hopes rely ; Thou art my glory, and shalt yet Lift up my head on high. mp 2 Guarded hy him, I laid me down, p My sweet repose to take ; — For I through him securely sleep, Through him in safety wake. f 3 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; He only can defend ; His blessing he extends to all, That on his power depend. 4 First Part. L. M. Duke Street. God our Portion. 1 WHAT though th' unthinking world may say, " Who will bestow some earthly good ?" Lord, for thy light and love we pray : Our souls desire this heavenly food. f 2 Then shall our cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine and love so great ; Nor will we change our happy choice, For all their wealth and boasted state. 4 Second Part. L. M. Duke Street. Rest and Peace in God. Evening. 1 THY favor, gracious Lord, impart, — With sacred joy to cheer my heart : Howe'er the corn and wine increase, Earth ne'er can yield such heavenly peace. 2 With thy protection kindly blest, > I'll lay me down in peace to rest ; <: Safe in thy care — from danger free, »f To wake on earth— or wake with thee. PSALMS. 43 4 Third Part. C. M. Litchfield. mP 1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; < 1 am forever thine: — I fear before thee all the day, > Nor would I dare to sin. Len 2 And while I rest my weary head, — From care and business free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed - With my own hear! and thee. mf 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith, my hope relies Upon thy grace alone. > 4 Tims, with my thoughts composed to peace, — I'll give mine eyes to sleep; mf Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. O First Part. L. M. Winchester. Communion with God. Sabbath .Morning. 1 J ORD, hear my words — my spirit see, p When wrapt in solemn thoughts of thee: mf My King, my God, my cries attend ; To thee my suppliant prayers ascend. — 2 Whene'er the morning rays appear, Thou, Lord, my early voice shait hear: f To thee inv lifted hands shall rise, And faith look up with longing eyes. p 3 O God, thy pure and holy mind In tents of sin no joy can find : Far from thy throne shall evil flee, Nor e'er inhabit, Lord, with thee. — 4 But I, by boundless msrcies led, Thy temple's sacred courts will tread; f Up to thy house with joy repair : Tny mercies shall surround me there. P 5 Prostrate I'll bow — with fear impressed, JVhile awe profound inspires my breast; < And faith, while yet my prayers arise, f Firm on the Saviour's name relies. 44 PSALMS. O Second Part. C. M. Dedham. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shall hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct ray prayer, To thee lift up mine eye ; — 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. p 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. mf 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thine holy court, > And worship in thy fear. Aff 5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness, mf Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face. 5 Third Part. C. M. Bedford. 1 LORD, hear the voice of my complaint ; Accept my secret prayer ; To thee alone, my King, my God, Will I for help repair. 2 Thou, in the morn, my voice shalt hear, And with the dawning day, To thee devoutly I'll look up, To thee devoutly pray. mf 3 Let all thy saints, who trust in thee, With shouts their joy proclaim ; By thee preserved, let them rejoice, 'And magnify thy name. 4 To righteous men the righteous Lord His blessings will extend ; And with his favor all his saints. As with a shield, defend. PSALMS. 45 5 Fourth Part. C. M. Dundee. p 1 BEHOLD us, Lord, with humble fear Approach thy temple gate ; Though most unworthy to draw near, Or in thy courts to wait. mf 2 But, trusting in thy boundless grace, * To all so freely given, We worship in thy holy place, And lift our souls to heaven. p 3 Lead us in all thy righteous ways, Nor let our footsteps slide : — Make straight thy path before our face, Our guardian, still, and guide. mf 4 No more to sin, Lord, let us yield, Defended from above, And kept, and covered with the shield Of thy almighty love. O Fifth Part. C. M. Ormond. 1 LORD, hear me, when without disguise My words to thee ascend ; And when my meditations rise, Oh graciously attend. 2 Before thy throne I'll humbly fall, And all my troubles bring ; On thee alone for help I'll call, My righteous God and King. mf 3 Soon as the morning rays appear, I'll lift my eyes above ; My voice shall reach thy listening ear, > And supplicate thy love. mf 4 Within thy house my voice shall rise Before thy mercy-seat ; There will I fix my steadfast eyes, > And worship at thy feet. — 5 In righteousness thy strength display, And my protection be ; nrf Teach me to know that only way, Which leads to heaven and thee. 46 PSALMS. 6 First Part. L. M. Bath. Severe Chastisements deprecated. 1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise ; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear ; Oh let it not against me rise. 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrow that I feel ; The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, O Lord, in tender mercy heal. 3 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How lon£f, almighty God, how long ? mf When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song ? 6 Second Part. C. M. Bether. mP 1 IN mercy, not in wvath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, my God ; My spirit dreads thine angry look, And trembles at thy rod. 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak ; Regard my humble cry : Oh let thy voice of comfort speak, And bring salvation nigh. 3 Oh come, and show thy power to save, And spare my fainting breath ; For who can praise thee in the grave, Or sing thy name in death ? 4 Satan, my cruel, envious foe, Insults me in my pain ; He smiles to see me brought so low, And tells me hope is vain : — 5 But hence, thou enemy, depart, Nor tempt me to despair ; My Saviour comes to cheer my heart ; The Lord has heard my prayer. PSALMS. 47 7 First Part. L. M. Timsbury. God the righteous Judge. *rf 1 ARISE, O God— with just disdain The anger of thy foes restrain ! To judgment wake— on thy command * Justice and truth securely stand. f 2 So shall thy people round thy seat, In holy crowds, rejoicing meet: And since on thee our hopes rely, Return, and fix thy power on high. T Second Part. L. M. Luton. 1 THE Lord is judge — before his throne All nations shall his justice own : p Oh may my soul be found sincere, — And stand "approved with courage there. 2 The Lord, in righteousness arrayed, Surveys the world his hands have made ; Pierce's the heart, and tries the reins, And judgment from on high ordains. 3 My God, my Shield ! around me place The shelter of the Saviour's grace: mf Then, when thine arm the just shall save, f My life shall triumph o'er the grave. 8 First Part. L. M. Effingham. The divine Glory celebrated. mf 1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, Through all the earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise Above the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the voung Their sounding notes of honor raise; And babes, with un instructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Amidst thy temple children throng To see their great Redeemer's face , The Son of David is their song, ' And loud hosannas fill the place. 48 PSALMS. 8 Second Part. L. M. Alfreton. The condescending Grace of God. mf 1 O LORD, our Lord, in power divine, How great is thy illustrious name ! Through all the earth thy glories shine, Placed high above the heavenly frame. mp 2 Down from his throne thy Son descends, A little time our form to wear : Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends, Our sufferings and our guilt to bear. mf 3 But, lo ! thy power exalts him high, In glorious dignity enthroned ; He bears our nature to the sky, O'er all thy works the Ruler crowned. ** 4 Jesus, our Lord, in power divine, How great is thy illustrious name ! Through all the earth thy glories shine — Let all the earth resound thy fame. 8 Third Part. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim. p 2 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'st visit him with grace, And love his nature so ? — 3 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form ; Made lower than his angels are, To save a dying worm ! mf 4 Let him be crowned with majesty,. > Who bowed his head to death ; — And be his honors sounded high By ail things that have breath. f 5 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heavenly state Let all the earth proclaim. PSALMS. 49 8 Fourth Part. C. M. St. Martin's. n»P 1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame, < Through all the world, how great art th/>u ! f How glorious is thy name ! — 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high, Employs my wondering sight ; The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light ; — mp 3 Lord, what is man Ithatthou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind ! Or what his race ! that thou shouldst prove — To them so wondrous kind ! p 4 O thou, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame; < Through all the world, how great art thou ! f How glorious is thy name ! 8 Fifth Part. C. M. Dundee. t 1 JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might, How glorious is thy name ! The blaze of day — the pomp of night, Thy majesty proclaim. P 2 Lord, what is man — weak, sinful man — That he thy care should prove ; — That thou for him shouldst deign to plan f Such mighty acts of love ! — 3 Made in thine image at his birth — Next to the heavenly host, And sovereign of the new-formed earth, > Each privilege he lost. — 4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave The glories of the sky, — mf Oh ! love too wondrous to conceive ! > For sinful man to die. — — 5 To die, Jiat we, by grace restored, Might life and glory claim — f O great Creator, Saviour, Lord, How excellent thy name! 50 PSALMS. 8 Sixth Part. S. M. Dover. n>f 1 O LORD, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes. And see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies ; — 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, p Lord, what is man — that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms ? — 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so ? Next to thine angels is he placed, And Lord of all below. 5 How rich thy bounties are ! How wondrous are thy ways ! That from the dust, thy power should frame A monument of praise. 9 First Part. C. M. Lutzen. God glorious as a Judge and Deliverer. f 1 "WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song ; Thy wonders I'll proclaim : Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong, Wilt put my foes to shame. 2 I'll sinsr thy majesty and grace ; My God prepares his throne, To judge the world in righteousness, > And make his vengeance known. mp 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppressed, To save the people of his love, I^n And give the weary rest. mf 4 The men who know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace ; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly sought thy face. PSALMS. 51 f 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill, Who executes his threatening word, And doth his grace fulfil. * 9 Second Part. C. M. Harlow. 1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls, that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God. p 2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men. 3 Though saints to sore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain.; Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. f 4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, Len To judge and save the poor'; f Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 0 9 Third Part. C. M. Abridge. f 1 TO God, who dwells on Zion's mount, Your loftv voices raise ; Through all the earth his works recount, In solemn hymns of praise. — 2 The Lord in righteousness is known, In judgment seen by all ; The wicked, who his name disown, > By their own works shall fall. ffif 3 O Lord, in majesty arise, The heathen's power assail ; Exalt thyself above the skies, And let not man prevail. ' 4 Thou art, O God, the righteous Lord, Thy name shall still endure ; Thy throne of judgment, and thy word, Shall stand for ever sure. 52 PSALMS. 9 Fourth Part. C. M. Nottingham. Delight in praising God. f 1 TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare ; To all the listening world, thy works, Thy wondrous works, declare. 2 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasures bring ; While to thy name, O thou Most High, ff Triumphant praise I sing. ™ 3 Thou art, O Lord, a sure defence Against oppressing rage ; As troubles rise, thy needful aid In our behalf engage. f 4 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare ; To all the listening world, thy works, ff Thy wondrous works, declare. 10 First Part. L. M. Danvers. Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed. 1 JEHOVAH reigns — your tribute bring ; Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King: f Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy, His arm shall all your foes destroy. — 2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind Had formed to prayer the wish designed, > Hast heard the secret sigh arise, n*f While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies. — 3 Thy Spirit shall our heart prepare ; Thine ear shall listen to our prayer: Thou, righteous Judge ! thou Power divine ! > On thee the fatherless recline. mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast, His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed ; f Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power, Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more. PSALMS. 53 10 Second Part. C. M. Burford. mp 1 WHY doth the Lord depart so far, And why conceal his face, * When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour ? mf 3 O God, arise — lift up thine hand, > Attend our humble cry ; mf No enemv shall dare to stand, When God, our help, is nigh. 4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And lend thine ear to hear ; Accept the vows thy children pay, f And free thy saints from fear. 10 Third Part. C. M. Litchfield, 1 ARISE, O Lord— lift up thine hand, And show to all mankind, That in thy guidance and command The poor shall safety find. 2 Thou dost ungodliness behold: Oh then the humble bless ! And with thy sacred love infold Len The poor and fatherless. — 3 God hears his humble followers' voice, When offered up in prayer ; mf He bids their thankful hearts rejoice, Who to his house repair. 4 Those shall in peace and safety live, Who love God's righteous laws ; f To them he will protection give, For ever, from their foes. 11 L. M. Alfreton. God present to save his People. 1 ]yjY refuse is the God of love Why do my foes i insult and cry, 54 PSALMS. u Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove, To distant woods, or mountains fly" ? 2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne, His eyes survey the world below : To him all mortal things are known, > His eyelids search our spirits through. — 3 If he afflict his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, What must the bold transgressors fear ! — His very soul abhors their ways. 4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; mf And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. 12 CM. Grafton. Divine Aid invoked in Times of great Wickedness 1 JJELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion loses ground ; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, They act the flatterer's part : With fair, deceitful lips they speak, But with a double heart. 3 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found, And love is waxing cold, — 4 Is not thy chariot hastening on ? Hast tliou not given the sign ? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine ? f 5 Yes — saith the Lord — now will I rise, And make oppressors flee ; I shall appear to their surprise, And set my servants free. PSALMS. 55 13 First Part. L. M. Mcdway. Complaint under the Hiding of God's Countenance. Aff 1 JJOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, ' Like one that seeks his God in vain ? How long shall I thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return? 2 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief; If thou withhold thy heavenly light, Len I sleep in everlasting night. — 3 How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost : mf But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest : < My heart shall feel thy love — and raise f My cheerful voice to songs of praise. 13 Second Part. C. M. Dundee. ^p 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God,' how long delay ? When shall I feel those heavenly rays, That chase my fears away ? 2 How long shall my afflicted soul Wrestle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain. m^ 3 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep ; Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed > In death's eternal sleep. — 4 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring ; f I shall employ my lips in praise And thy salvation sing. 13 Third Part. 7s. Benson. Aff i LORD of mercy, just and kind, Wilt thou ne'er mv guilt forgive ? Never shall my troubled mind In thy kind remembrance live ? 56 PSALMS. 2 Lord, how long shall Satan's art Tempt my harassed soul to sin, Triumph o'er my humbled heart, Fears without and guilt within ? 3 Lord, my God, thine ear incline, Bending to the prayer of faith ; mf Cheer my eyes with light divine, Len Lest I sleep the sleep of death. mP 4 But on mercy I rely — Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart : mf Mercy brings salvation nigh ; Mercy shall rejoice my heart. f 5 Lord, I lift my voice in praise, All thy bounty to adore ; From eternity thy grace Flows, increasing evermore. 13 Fourth Part. 7s. Norwich. Aff 1 LORD, my God, how long by thee Shall I quite forgotten be? Lord, how long ? — for ever ? — say — Wilt thou turn thy face away ? 2 Ceaseless thoughts my soul perplex; Daily griefs my spirit vex : O'er me, lo ! my foes bear sway : Lord, how long ? — for ever ? — say. 3 Lord, my God, at length arise ; Mark my sorrows, hear my cries : Lighten thou my eyes that weep, Lest the sleep of death — I sleep. 4 On thy mercy I repose : Thee my heart her Saviour knows ; f Leaps for joy ; and hymns thee, Lord, Thee, her sliield and great reward. 14 First Part. C. M. Grafton. Atheism arising from Depravity. 1 "pOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say, That all religion's vain ; There is no God, who reigns on high, Or minds th' affairs of men. PSALMS. 57 2 The Lord, from his celestial throne, Looked down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, t Or did his justice know. 3 By nature, all are gone astray ; Their practice all the same ; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name. 4 Oh that salvation might proceed From Zion's sacred place, Till Israel's captives all are freed, And sing recovering grace. 14 Second Part. C. M. Dedham. 1 ARE sinners now so hardened grown, That they the saints devour ? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power ? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name ; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust : Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh ! that the joyful day was come To finish our distress ! — f When God shall bring his children home Our son^s shall never cease. * J 5 First Part. L. M. Uxbridge. The Citizen of Zion. ' t 1 \yHO shall ascend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face ? — The man who loves religion now, And humbly walks with'God below : — 2 Whose hands are pure — whose heart is clean ; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean ; No slanders dwell upon his tongue ; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 58 PSALMS. 3 He loves his enemies — and prays For those who curse him to his face ; And does to all men still the same That he could hope or wish from them. 4 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone : — This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. 15 Second Part. C. M. Nottingham. I » 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness ? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace ? 2 The man who walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands ; Who trusts his Maker's promises, And follows his commands; — 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue ; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong ; — 4 The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all who fear the Lord ; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word ; — 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never wrong the poor : — mf This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heaven secure. 15 Third Part. 7s. Lincoln. 1 WHO, O Lord, when life is o'er, Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar; Who, an ever welcome guest, In thy holy place shall rest ? 2 He, whose heart thy love has warmed ; He, whose will to thine conformed, Bids his life unsullied run ; He, whose words and thoughts are one, PSALMS. 59 mp 3 He, who shuns the sinner's road, Loving those who love their God ; *af Who, with hope, and faith unfeigned * Treads the path by thee ordained ; — — 4 He, who trusts in Christ alone, Not in aught himself hath done : — < He, great God, shall be thy care, mf And thy choicest blessings share. 16 First Part. L. M. Ellentliorpe. Humility of a good Man. 1 pRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits'there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to thee. mP 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confessed How empty and how poor I am : My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. — 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good I do ; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth, And ^ive their hours to noise and wine : nrf I love the men of heavenly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine. 16 Second Part. L. M. St. PauVs. Hope of the Resurrect ion. 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong : His arm is my almighty prop ; mf Be glad, my heart — rejoice, my tongue, My dyiri£ flesh shall rest in nope. > 2 Though in the dust I lay my head1, — Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul forever with iliu dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 60 PSALMS. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; f Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to thy throne above the sky. 16 Third Part. L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. Delight in God and his People. 1 PRESERVE thy faithful servant, Lord, Who art the refuge of the just ; To me thy sheltering aid afford, For in thine arm alone I trust. 2 The saints, who dwell the earth around, I view with pleasure and delight ; But they who other gods have lound, I cast with horror from my sight. 3 I will not mingle with the throng, Whose guilt their sorrow multiplies ; I will not name them with my tongue, Nor join their bloody sacrifice. 4 God is my portion here below ; 'Tis he, who shall my lot maintain ; His bounty makes my cup o'erflow, And frees my anxious soul from pain. 5 Thou shalt unto my longing eves The path of endless life display ; Where, in thy presence, joys arise, Which neither languish nor decay. 16 Fourth Part. C. M. Medford. 1 LET heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone ; But my delightful lot is cast Where God is truly known. 2 His hand provides my constant food ; He fills my daily cup : Much am I pleased with present good, But more rejoice in hope. mf 3 God is my portion and my joy ; His counsels are ray light ; — He gives me sweet advice by day, And keeps me safe by night. PSALMS. 61 m? 4 Mv soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye j-— mf Not death, nor hell, my 'hope shall move, * While such a friend is nigh. 5 Thou shalt the paths of life display, Which to thy presence lead ; Where pleasures dwell without alloy, And joys that never fade. 16 Fifth Part. C. M. Dundee, Hope of the Resurrection. 1 I SET the Lord before my face, He bears my courage up ; Mv heart, my tongue, their joy express; My flesh shall rest in' hope. mp 2 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 'Where souls departed are : Nor quit my body in the grave > To see corruption there. mf 3 Thou wilt reveal the path of life, And raise me to thy throne ; *t Thv courts immortal pleasure give ; Thy presence joys unknown. 17 First Part. L. M. Newmarket, Prospect of the Righteous and Wicked contrasted. 1 T ORD, I am thine — but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love ; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword — the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below ; 'Tis all the happiness they know ; 'Tis all they seek — they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign ; Aff Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; < I shall behold thv blissful face, f And stand complete in righteousnc^ss. G 62 PSALMS. P 4 This life's a dream — an empty show ; f But that bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere ; — When shall I wake, and find me there ? 5 O glorious hour ! — O blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul. p 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, — Till the last trumpet's joyful sound : f Then burst the chains, with glad surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. 17 Second Part. S. M. Dover. 1 ARISE, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee ; They are but thy chastizing rod To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold the sinner dies — His haughty words are vain ; Here, in this life, his pleasure lies, > And all beyond is pain. — 3 Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store ; mf The Lord is my inheritance — My soul can wish no more. f 4 1 shall behold the free Of my forgiving God ; And stand complete in righteousness, Washed in my Saviour's blood. 18 First Part. L. M. Danvers. Strength and Protection from Jthacah. 1 Tl/ITH my whole heart, I'll love thy name, Jehovah ! thee my strength I claim ; My rock, my fortress, where 1 fly ; f My great deliverer, always nigh. PSALMS. 63 mP 2 My God ! thy names of grace impart — The strength that cheers my fainting hear^t : In thee I trust — nor danger dread, f Thine arm the buckler oyer my head. — 3 What can thy horn of power control, Which wrought salvation for my soul? f Thou art the tower of mv defence ; Nor earth, nor hell, shalf pluck me thence. — 4 Thou, gracious Lord, hast heard my cries ; < Beyond our praise thy glories rise ; — And still shall prayer my lips employ, f Till thou shalt every foe' destroy. 18 Second Part. L. M. Uxbridge mf 1 THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defence ; Thv mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. p 2 Death, and the terrors of the srrave, Stood round me with their clismal shade ; While floods of high temptation rose, > And made my sinking soul afraid. p 3 In mv distress, I called my God, When I could scarce believe him mine ; He bowed his ear to my complaint, < And proved his saving grace divine. mf 4 Mv song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour ; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy and his power. 18 Third Part. L. M. Alfreton. f '1 LORD, thou hast seen mv soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast owned my righteous cause. 2 What sore temptations broke my rest ! What wars ana strugglings in my breast ! But through thy grace, that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin. — 64 P&ALMS. 3 That sin, that close besets me still, That works and strives against my will — When shall thy Spirit's sovereign power Destroy it, that it rise no more ? 4 With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward : The kind and faithful souls shall find A God more faithful, and more kind. 5 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they ; But men that love revenge shall know God hath an arm of vengeance too. 18 Fourth Part. L. M. Appleton. 1 JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode ; Who is a God, beside the Lord ? Or where's a refuge like bur God ? 2 Tis he that girds me with his miff lit, Gives me his holy sword to wield ; And while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield. 3 He lives — and blessings crown his reign — The God of my salvation lives ; The dark designs of hell are vain, > While heavenly peace my Father gives. 1 8 Fifth Part. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 NO change of time shall ever shock My trust, O Lord, in thee ; mf For thou hast always been my rock^ — A sure defence to me. — 2 Thou our deliverer art, O God; Our trust is in thy power ; mf Thou art our shield' from foes abroad, Our safeguard, and our tower. mP 3 To thee will we address our prayer, To whom all praise we owe ; So shall we, by thy watchful care, Be saved from every foe. PSALMS. 65 Then let Jehovah be adored, On whom our hopes depend ; For who, except the miffhty Lord, His people can defena. 1 8 Sixth Part. C. M. London. Jehovah coming to reign. 1 THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds, Game flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain ; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. 1 8 Seventh Part. 8s. & 7s. Suffolk. 1 LO ! the Lord Jehovah liveth ! He's my rock, I bless his name : He, my God, salvation giveth ; All ye lands, exalt his fame. 2 God, Messiah's cause maintaining, Shall his righteous throne extend : O'er the world* the Saviour reigning, Earth shall at his footstool bend. 3 O'er his enemies exalted, Great Redeemer !— see him rise ! Though by powers of hell assaulted, God supports him to the skies. 4 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide ; All the heavenly host adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side. 6* m PSALMS. 19 First Part. L. P. M. St. Helm's. Delight and Instruction from the Bible. 1 J LOVE the volume of thy word ; f What light and joy those leaves afford P To souls benighted and distressed ! — Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy tear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 2 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies ; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, JLord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, < And gives a free, but large reward. p 3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: mf Accept my poor attempts of praise. That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. 19 Second Part. L. M. Danvcrs. The Heavens declaring the Glory of God. 1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. 2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. p 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; — — 4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, mf Confirm the tidings, as they roll, f And spread the truth from pole to pole. PSALMS. 67 p 5 What! though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball — What ! though nor real voice, nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found — — 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, < And utter forth a glorious voice ; f For ever singing, as they shine, " The hand that made us is Divine." 19 Third Part. L. M. II The Glory of God in his Works and in his Word. 1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer ! 2 The roiling sun — the changing light, And nights, and days But that blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and I 3 Sun, moon, and stars, con raise Round all the earth — and never stand ; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land, I Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through th y truth has run ; 'Till Christ has ail the nations blest, Which see the light, or feel the sun. — 5 Great Sun of Right < rise! Oh bless the w Thy go- ise : Thy laws are pu 5 right. 6 Thy nobL w, In souls renewed and sins forgiven: — Afl Lord, cleanse my sins— j enew, »f And make thy word my guide to he 19 Fourth Part. C. M. D unchurch. Deliverance from Sin implored. 1 GOD'S perfect law converts the soul, Reclaims from false desires; With sacred wisdom, his sure w The ignorant inspires. 68 PSALMS. 2 But what frail man observes how oft He does from virtue fall ? — Aff Oh ! cleanse me from my secret faults. Thou God that know'st them all ! f 3 So shall my prayer and praises be With thy acceptance blest ; And I secure, on thy defence. My Strength and Saviour, rest. 19 Fifth Part. S. M. Haverhill. Aff 11 HEAR thy word with love, And I would fain obey ; Lord, send thy Spirit from above To guide me, lest I stray. 2 Oh ! who can ever find The error of his ways? Yet, with a bold presumptuous mind, I would not dare transgress. 3 Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults, And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. mf 4 While with my heart and tongue, I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour, and my God. 19 Sixth Part. S. M. Eastburn. The Glory of God in his Works and in his Word. ■ I 1 BEHOLD, the lofty sky Declares its maker God ; And all the starry works on high Proclaim his power abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep the^r course the same ; While night to day — and day to night, Divinely teach his name. 3 In every different land Their general voice is known ; They show the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. PSALMS. 69 4 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit ; His promises forever sure, And his rewards are great. — 5 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim ; • Accept the praise, my GocJ, my King, In my Redeemer's name. 19 Seventh Part. S. ML Momington. 1 BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. P 3 How perfect is thy word ! And all thy judgments just ! m*" Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust. Aff 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given ! Oh ! may I never read in vain, mf But find the path to heaven. 20 First Part. L. M. Nazareth Prayer and Hope in Trouble. 1 TVOW may the God of power and grace Attend his people's humble cry ! > Jehovah hears, when Israel prays, — mf And sends deliverance from oh high. — 2 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts ; His love accepts the sacrifice > Of humble groans and broken hearts. Aff 3 Save us, O Lord, from slavish fear, — f And let our hopes be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, ff And joy and triumph raise the song. 70 PSALMS. 20 Second Part. C. M. Ely 1 THE Lord unto thy prayer attend, In trouble's darksome hour : mf The name of Jacob's God defend, And shield thee by his power; f 2 In thy salvation we'll rejoice, And triumph in the Lord ; For, when in prayer he hears thy voice, He will relief afford. M 3 In chariots and on horses some For aid and shelter flee ; — But in thy name, O Lord, we come, And will remember thee. 4 O Lord, to us salvation bring ; In thee alone we trust ; Hear us, O God, our heavenly King, Thou refuge of the just! 21 First Part. L. M. St. PauVs. Christ exalted to reign. 1 J|EIIOLD the King of Zion rise To endless glory in the skies ! Thy strength and thy salvation, Lord, His joy, his triumph, his reward ! 2 The Lord his heart's desire completes, mp £rom neaven his prayer acceptance meets : Though bowed to death — intent to save, — He lifts him from the cross and grave. mf 3 He asks— th' eternal Lord bestows— L\fQ from th' unchanging fountain flows ! O'er death the victory he gives — Th' exalted Saviour ever lives! 4 Hail, Fount of Blessings! placed in thee, Our life, our strength, our all, we see : f Aloud our v power proclaim, And wide Cd thy glorious name. PSAL31S. 71 21 Second Part. C. M. Bedford. God acknowledge I in National Jjlesaings. f 1 IX thee, great Cod, with songs of praise, Our favored realms rejoice ; And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heaven their cheerful voice. p 2 In deep distress, our injured land Implored thy power to save ; < For life we prayed — thy bounteous hand mi* The timely blessing gave. — 3 On thee, in want, in wo, or pain, Our hearts alone rely ; Our rights thy mercy will maintain, And all our wants supply. f 4 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And still exalt thy fame ; While we glad songs of praise prepare For thine almighty name. 22 First Part. L. M. Medway. Sufferings and Exaltation of Christ. mP 1 ]VOW let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complained in tears and blood, Like one forsaken of his God. mf 2 But God, his Father, heard his cry — Raised from the dead, he reigns on high ; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. 22 Second Part. C. 11 Marlow. 1 "NOW, in the hour of deep distress, My God, support thy Son, When horrors dark my soul oppress, Oh leave me not alone !" 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears ; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chased away his fears. 72 PSALMS. f 3 Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted stands ; While all the nations of the earth Shall bow to his commands. 22 Third Part. C. M. Nottingham. Goodness of God commemorated. mp 1 WHEN trouble fills my soul with grief Oh hide not, Lord, thy face ; For I can hope for no relief, Unaided by thy grace. — 2 Our fathers, trusting in thy word, Reposed their hope in thee ; In thee protection found, O Lord ; f And life and liberty. — 3 When in thy temple I appear To hear thy sacred word ; My vows I will perform, and there Thy benefits record. 4 For thou, from men of low estate, Wilt not conceal thy face ; P»ut unto these who humbly wait, Wilt give thy promised grace. f 5 To ail the world will I declare The greatness of thy name ; Assembled saints my voice shall hear, As I thy praise proclaim. 22 Fourth Part. C. M. St. Aim's. i ' 1 ALL ye who serve the Lord with fear, In praise lift up vour voice ; Let Jacob's faithful children hear, Let Israel's sons rejoice. 2 The great, who have his bounty known, And they who mercy crave, Alike shall at his feet bow down ; For he alone can save. 3 Throughout the world's extended bound, His goodness shall be shown ; And every tongue, the earth around, Shall worship at his throne. PSALMS. 73 His glorious kingdom is divine, His subjects hear his word ; Through every realm his light shall shine, And all shall fear the Lord. 23 First Part. L. M. 6l. Belville. Jehovah, the Shepherd of his People. 1 'J'HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd s care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, Aud all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads Mv weary, wandering steps he leads ; PP Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, — Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, mf My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still: Thy friendly rod shall give me aid, And guide me throughthe dreadful shade. — 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy presence shall my pains beguile: The barren wilderness shall smile, mf With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams snail murmur all around. 23 Second Part. C. M. Wancick. doi i THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide ; The shepherd, by whose constant care My wants are all supplied. P 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, And gently there repose ; — Then leads me to cool shades, and where Refreshing water flows. 7 74 PSALMS. 3 He does my wandering soul reclaim, And, to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most righteous ways. 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, From fear and danger free ; mf For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me. — 5 Since God doth thus his wondrous love Through all my life extend, "rf That life to him 1 will devote, And m his temple spend. 23 Third Part. C. M. Covington. dol 1 MY shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name ; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream. 2 He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. p 3 When I walk through the shades of death, — Thy presence is my stay ; One word of thy supporting breath mf Drives all my fears away. — 4 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; < Oh may thy house be mine abode, f And all my work be praise. 23 Fourth Part. S. M. Olmutz. dol 1 THE Lord my shepherd is ; I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside ? 2 He leads me to the place, Where heavenly pasture grows ; Where living waters gently pass, t And full salvation flows. PSALMS. 75 — 3 If e'er 1 go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark f My shepherd's with me there. [shade, — 5 Amid surrounding foes Thou dost mv table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, f And joy exalts my head. — 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my future days ; f Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. 23 Fifth Part. S. M. Haverhill doi 1 WHILE my Redeemer's near, My shepherd, and my guide, I bid farewell to every fear ; My wants are all supplied. 2 To ever fragrant meads, Where rich abundance grows, His gracious hand indulgent leads, And guards my sweet repose. Aff 3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, My wandering feet restore ; And guard me with thy watchful eye, And let me rove no more. 23 Sixth Part. 7s. Benson. doi 1 TO thy pastures, fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge ; And my couch, with tenderest care, Midst the springing grass prepare. 2 When I faint — with summer's heat, Thou shalt guide my weary feet To the streams, that, still and slow, Through the verdant meadows flow. ~0 PSALMS. mf 3 SatV the dreary vale I tread, By the shades of death <»Vr-pread; With thy rod and BtafP supplied, This my guard— and that my guide. — 4 Constant, to my latest end, < Thou my footsteps Bhah ™f And shall bid thy hallowed dome Yield me an eternal home. 24 Post Part. L. If. Timsbury. The Citizen of Zion. 1 'pHE earth. < > Lord, is ever thine, Its peopled realms, and wealthy stores; Built on the floods by power divine, The waves are ramparts to the shores. ■p2 But who shall reach thy holv place. Or who, 0 Lord, ascend thy hill? — — The pure in heart shall see thy The perfect man, thai doth thy will. 8 He, who to bribes hath elosed his hand, ' To idols never hent the ki Nor sworn in falsehood ;— he shall stand mf Redeemed, and owned, and kept by thee. 24 Second Part. L M. A/fnton. " 1 WIK) shall ascend the holy hill, i God ! which all thy glories till ? \\ ho, in thy temple's hallowed dome, rlasting home ? ~ v> M heart sincere, Whose purpose pure — * g ^ear, Whose soul do vanity all And truth his plighted \ a :— 3 This :•; an tl ring e . which tne Lord will give : f Salvation from his (h .1 shall fl Afl 18 his hand he-tow. — 1 Tl le men— the ch Like Jac ing as they plead: 'J" . < > i. rd— they seek thy face, »f And wait— and find the promised grace. PSALMS. 77 24 Third Part. L. M. Appleton. Triumphal Ascension of Christ. ' ' 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high : The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene ; He claims these mansions as his right, Receive the King of glory in. 4 "Who is the King of glory — who ?" The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame, That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew ; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 6 "Who is the King of glory — who?" The Lord, of boundless power possessed, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, forever blest. 24 Fourth Part. C. M. Judea. The Citizen of Zion. ' ' ] LORD, who, among the sons of men, May visit thine abode ? — He, who has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God. 2 This is the man may rise and take The blessings of his grace ; This is the lot of those who seek The God of Jacob's face. 7* 78 PSALMS. f 3 Now let our souls' immortal powers, To meet the Lord, prepare ; Lift up their everlasting doors, The King of glory's near. 4 The King of glory ! — who can tell The wonders of his might ? He rules the nations — but to dwell With saints is his delight. 24 Fifth Part. C. M. Tallis' Chant , Triumphal Ascension of Christ. 1 ' 1 LIFT up your heads, eternal gates, Unfold, to entertain The King of glory ; — see, he comes With his celestial train. 2 Who is this King of glory? — who? The Lord, for strength renowned ; In battle mighty, — o'er his foes Eternal victor crowned. 3 Lift up your heads, eternal gates, Unfold, to entertain The King of glory ; — see, he comes With all his shining train. 4 Who is this King of glory ? — who ? The Lord of hosts renowned: Of glory he alone is King, Who is with glory crowned. 24 Sixth Part. 7s. Bath Abbey. f i l "WIDE, ye heavenly gates, unfold, Closed no more by death and sin ; Lo ! the conquering Lord behold ! Let the Kin^ of "glory in." Hark, th' angelic host inquire, " Who is he, th' almighty King ?" Hark again, the answering choir Thus in strains of triumph sing : — 2 " He, whose powerful arm alone, On his foes destruction hurled ; He, who hath the victory won, He, who saved a ruined world:— PSALMS. 79 He, who God's pure law fulfilled, Jesus, the incarnete Word ; He, whose truth with blood was sealed ; He is heaven's all-glorious Lord." " Who shall to this blest abode Follow in the Saviour's train ?" "They, who in his cleansing klood Wash away each guilty stain : They, whose daily actions prove Steadfast faith, and holy fear, Fervent zeal, and grateful love ; — They shall dwelt forever here." 25 First Part. C. M. Mcdfteld. Prayer for Divine Guidance and Pardon. Aff l gHOW me, O Lord, thy sacred way, Thy truths to me relate ; For thou art God, whom I obey ; On thee I daily wait. 2 Remember not in anger, Lord, The errors of my youth ; But let thy mercy help afford, According to thy truth. 3 O Lord, on me compassion take, Who have despised thy word ; And for thy name and mercy's sake, Thy pardoning love afford. 4 O keep my soul, and set me free, Preserve me, Lord, from shame ; mf For I have placed my hope in thee, And trusted in thy name. 25 Second Part. S. M. Watchman. 1 I LIFT my soul to God: 3Iy trust is in his name : Let not my foes, that seek my blood, Still triumph in my shame. 2 From early dawning light Till evening shades arise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, With ever-longing eyes. 80 PSALMS. 3 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in tny truth ; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. 4 The Lord is just and kind ; The meek shall learn his ways ; »f And every humble sinner find The blessings of his grace. 25 Third Part. S. M. Cedron. Mercy of God to the Faithful. Aff l TO God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice ; Oh ! let me not be put to shame, Nor let my foes rejoice. 2 Thy mercies, and thy love, O Lord, recall to mind ; And graciously continue still, As thou wert ever, kind. 3 Let all my youthful crimes Be blotted out by thee ; mf And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, — In mercy think on me. mf 4 His mercy, and his truth, The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wandering sinners home, And teaching them nis ways. 25 Fourth Part. S. M. Mornington. 1 MINE eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord ; I love to plead his promised grace, And rest upon his word. Aff 2 Lord, turn thee to my soul ; °»f Bring thy salvation near : — When will thy hand release my feet From sin's destructive snare ? 3 When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God Restore ine from those dangerous ways, My wandering feet have trod ? PSALMS. 81 ^40 keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame, < For I have placed my only trust f In my Redeemer's name. mP 5 With humble faith I wait To see thy face a^ain : mf f r Of Israel it shall ne^er be said, — He sought the Lord in vain. 25 Fifth Part. S. M. Dover. 1 WHERE shall the man be found, That fears t' offend his God, That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod ? 2 The Lord shall make him know The secrets of his heart, The wonders of his covenant show, And all his love impart. 3 The dealings of his power Are truth and mercy still, With such as keep his covenant sure, And love to do his will. 4 Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face, mf Their seed shall taste the promises In their extensive grace. 26 First Part. L. If. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. Conscious Integrity. 1 JUDGE me, O Lord — and prove my ways ; And try my reins — and try my heart : My faith upon thy promise stays, Nor from thy law my feet depart. 2 Among thy saints will I appear Arraved in robes of innocence; But, when I stand before thy bar, The blood of Christ is my defence. mf3 I love thy habitation, Lord, The temple, where thine honors dwell ; There shall I hear thv holy word, f And ftiere thy works of wonder tell. 82 PSALMS. — 4 Let not my soul be joined, at last, With men of treachery and blood ; Since I my days on eartn have past Among the saints — and near my God. 26 Second Part. C. M. Dundee. Delight in the Presence and Worship of God, 1 WE love thy holy temple, Lord, For there thou deign'st to dwell ; And there the heralds of thy word Of all thy mercies tell. p 2 There, in thy pure and cleansing fount, Washed from each guilty stain, < Our souls on wings offaitn shall mount f To heaven's eternal fane. Aff 3 Around thine altar will we kneel In penitence sincere, mf A Saviour's mercy deeply feel, — And words of pardon hear ; — < 4 Or, mingling with the choral throng, f Our joyful voices raise, ff And pour the full, melodious song, In notes of grateful praise. 26 Third Part. 7s. PleyeVs Hymn Aff 1 SEARCH my heart, — my actions prove, Try my thoughts, as they arise ; For thy kindness and thy love Ever are before my eyes. mf 2 I have loved the hallowed place, Where thine honor doth abide ; To the temple of thy grace, — Lord, my erring footsteps guide ! 3 Gather not my soul with those, Who their deeds of blood pursue ; Who, thy justice to oppose, Hold the tempting bribe to view. 4 Keep my soul from all offence ; All my supplications hear ; As I walk in innocence, Let me, Lord, thy mercy sharf . mf 5 PSALMS. 83 Thou hast placed my foot aright, Therefore I my voice will raise, With thy saints— before thy sight, In unceasing hymns of praise. 27 First Part. C. M. Stephens. God resorted to in Trouble and Desertion. » » 1 T^HE Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too ; f God is my strength — nor will I fear What all my foes can do. — 2 One privilege my h^art desires — Aff Oh ! grant me mine abode Among "the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God ! mf 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy glory still ; Shall hear thy messages of love, And learn thy holy will. — 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may his children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. f 5 Now shall m^ head be lifted high Above my foes around, ff And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. 27 Second Part. C. M. P annus. 1 SOON as I heard my Father say, " Ye children, seek my grace ;" My heart replied without delay, " I'll seek my Father's face." p 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away ; < God of my«life, I fly to thee, > In each distressing day. — 3 Should friends and kindred, near and cear, > Leave me to want, or die, — My God will make my life his care, And all my need supply. 84 PSALMS. f 4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, And keep your courage up ; He'll raise your spirit, when it faints, And far exceed your hope. 27 Third Part. 7s. Norwich. 1 WHEN my cries ascend to thee, Hear, Jehovah, from afar ; Let thy tender mercies be Still propitious to my prayer ! 2 When thou bad'st me seek thy face, Quickly did my heart reply, Resting on thy word of grace, " Thee I'll seek, O Lord most high !" 3 Should the world deceitful prove, When no more its help I share ; Though decayed a mother's love, Though withdrawn a father's care ; — mf 4 Then Jehovah's guardian eye Shall my orphan state defend, Shall a parent's place supply, He my guardian, father, friend ! 27 Fourth Part. 7s. Norwich. 1 GRACIOUS Lord, disclose thy way, In thy path my feet sustain : While my foes my steps survey, Make the path of duty plain: — 2 Nor my fainting spirit yield To the foes which round me rise ; From the great accuser shield, Cruel power, or slanderous lies. 3 Had not faith revived my breast, Oft my soul had sunk in wo ; Now, through life, assured I rest, All thy goodness, Lord, to know. mf 4 Wait, then, Israel, on the Lord ; Still with courage cheer thy heart: Wait — for faithful is his word. He will grace and strength impart. PSALMS. 85 28 C. M. St. Ann's. Divine Interposition acknowledged. mf 1 J> LEST be the Lord, who heard my prayer. The Lord — my shield — my song ; Who saved my soul from sin and fear, And tuned with praise my tongue. mp 2 When in the hour of deep distress, Of foes and death afraid, — My spirit trusted in his grace, And sought, and found his aid. fff 3 O blest Redeemer — glorious Lord ! Thy shield— thy strength shall be The shield — the saving strength of all, Who love, and trust in thee. mP 4 Remember, Lord, thy chosen seed ; Oh save from guilt and wo ; — Thy flocks in richest pastures feed, And guard from every foe. f 5 Zion exalt — her cause defend ; With joy her courts surround ; Let showers of heavenly grace descend, And saints thy praise resound. 29 First Part. L. M. Monmouth. Jehovah, the Universal King. f M 1 Q.IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, Give to the Lord renown and power, Ascribe due honors to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud Through every ocean, every land ; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, O'er earth he reigns forever king ; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 86 PSALMS. p 4 lngentler language, there the Lord Tne counsel of his grace imparts ; Amid the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and comfort to our hearts. 29 Second Part. L. M. Dunstan. I ! 1 SONS of the mighty ! rise, and bring Your offerings to th? eternal King : Own 'tis Jehovah, while you rise, Your glory and your strength supplies. 2 His word, all powerful to fulfil Th' eternal counsels of his will, With awful majesty arrayed, Subdues the world his hand has made. 3 The mountains bow — the cedars rend, Lo ! at his high command they bend ! So through the world his gospel ran, And bowed the rebel heart of man. 4 His word, like lightning from the skies, Strikes deep — and quick conviction flies: The nations tremble and adore, Through earth, to its remotest shore. f 5 Jesus is king ! — enthroned on high, He reigns through all eternity ! His glory shall his church increase, With strength divine, and endless peace ! 29 Third Part. L. M. Timsbury. f ' 1 YE mighty rulers of the land, Give praise and glory to the Lord ; And while before his throne ye stand, His great and powerful acts record. 2 Oh render unto God above The honors which to him belong ; And in the temple of his love, Let worship now from every tongue. 3 His voice is heard the earth around, When through the heavens his thunders roll; The troubled ocean hears the sound, And yields itself to his control. PSALMS. 87 4 When he upon the lightning rides, His voice in loudest thunder speaks ; The fiery element divides, And earth to its deep centre shakes. 5 God on the floods has fixed his throne, His government shall never cease ; He shall his power and strength make known, And bless his chosen sons with peace. 30 L. M. Winchelsea. Divine Compassion acknowledged. mf 1 J WILL extol thee, Lord, on high ; At thy command diseases fly ; Who, but a God, can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints, and prove How large his grace — how kind his love ; Let all your powers rejoice, and trace The wondrous records of his grace. 3 His anger but a moment stays ; His love is life, and length of days ; p Though grief and tears the night employ, f The morning star restores the joy. 31 First Part. L. M. Pomfret. Confidence in God. 1 ]^ORD, in thy great, thy glorious name, I place my hope, my only trust ; Aff Save me from sorrow, guilt, and shame, Thou ever gracious, ever just. f 2 Thou art my rock— thy name alone The fortress where my hopes retreat ; Aff Oh make thy power and mercy known ; To safety guide my wandering feet. ' 3 Blest be the Lord— forever blest, Whose mercy bids my fear remove ; Those sacred walls, which guard my rest, Are his almighty power and love. 88 PSALMS. — 4 Ye humble souls, who seek his face, f Let sacred courage fill your heart ! — Hope in the Lord— and trust his grace, And he will heavenly strength impart. 31 Second Part. C. M. Litchfield. God praised for his merciful Protection. f 1 COME, O ye saints, your voices raise To God, in grateful songs ; And let the memory of his grace Inspire your hearts and tongues. P 2 Her deepest gloom, when sorrow spreads, And light and hope depart, < His face celestial morning sheds, f And joy revives the heart. P 3 To thee, my God, oppressed with grief, I breathed my humble cry ; < Thy mercy brought divine relief, > And wiped my weeping eye. — 4 Thy mercy chased the shades of death, < And snatched me from the grave ; f Oh may thy praise employ that breath, Which mercy deigns to save. SI Third Part. C. M. Dunchurch. 1 IN thee, O Lord, I place my trust, Preserve my soul from shame ; Thou art the refuge of the just, And righteous is thy name. 2 Of grace, how boundless is the store Thy children shall receive, Who love thy word— thy name adore, And in thy service live ! f 3 To God, the Lord, who dwells above, Let songs of praise resound; Who with his never-failing love Has fenced my city round. — 4 Oh ! love the Lord, ye pure in heart; He shall your prayers regard : But ye, who from his ways depart, Shall meet your just reward. PSALMS. 89 mf 5 All ye who on the Lord rely, And rest your hopes above, He shall with strength your hearts supply, And bless you with his love. 31 Fourth Part. S. M. St. Thomas. 1 DEFEND me, Lord, from shame ; For still I trust in thee ; As just and righteous is thy name, From danger set me free. p 2 Bow down thy gracious ear, < And speedy succor send ; nrf Do thou my steadfast rock appear, To shelter and defend. — 3 How great thy mercies are To such as fear thy name ; Which thou, for those that trust thy care, Dost to the world proclaim ! f 4 Ye that on God rely, Courageously proceed ; For he will yet your hearts supply With strength, in time of need. 31 Fifth Part. S. M. Hudson. 1 THY goodness, Lord, how great ' Eternally the same ! Before the sons of men laid up For those who fear thy name. 2 Thv presence shall protect ; Thy watchful care shall hide : In the pavilion of thy love, Secure thy saints abide. f 3 Forever bless the Lord, His great salvation tell : — His marvellous loving-kindness keeps The city where we dwell. 4 Despond not of his truth, Nor yield to anxious grief: > God heard my voice, wTien in distress < I sought— and found relief. O it. 90 PSALMS. 32 First Part. L. M. Uzbridge. Blessedness of the Penitent and Pardoned. M 1 g LEST is the man— forever blest, Whose guilt is pardoned by his God, Whose sins with sorrow are confessed, And covered with his Saviour's blood. 2 From guile his heart and lips are free ; His humble joy — his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere. 3 How glorious is that righteousness, That hides and cancels all his sins ! While brightest evidence of grace Through all his life appears and shines. 32 Second Part. L. M. Medway. 1 I SPREAD my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess ; Thy gospel speaks a pardoning word, Thy Holy Spirit seals the grace. 2 How safe beneath thy wings I lie, When days grow dark, ancf storms appear! And when I walk — thy watchful eye mf Shall guide me safe from every snare. 32 Third Part. S. M. Bladenburg. 1 OH ! blessed souls are they, Whose sins are covered o'er ; Divinely blest — to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. mp 2 They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care ; — Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I concealed my guilt, I felt the festering wound ; But I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. PSALMS. 91 »f 4 Let sinners learn to pray; Let saints keep near the throne ; > Our help, in times of deep distress, f Is found in God alone. 33 C. M. Nottingham. Rejoicing in God. fill TET all the just, to God with joy, Their cheerful voices raise ; For well the righteous it becomes To sing glad songs of praise. 2 For faithful is the word of God ; His works with truth abound ; He justice loves — and all the earth Is with his goodness crowned. 3 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees, Shall stand forever sure ; The settled purpose of his heart To ages shall endure. 4 Our soul on God with patience waits ; Our help and shield is he ; Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, Because we trust in thee. 5 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, Do thou to us extend ; Since we, for all we want or wish, On thee alone depend. 34 First Part. L. M. Hague. Praise for signal Deliverance. 1 J^ORD, I will bless thee all my days ; Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue ; My soul shall glory in thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song. 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me ; Let every heart exalt his name ; I sought tlr eternal God — and he Has not exposed my hope to shame. 92 PSALMS. P 3 I told him all my silent grief, My secret groaning reached his ears ; — He gave my inward pains relief, P And calmed the tumult of my fears. — 4 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men who serve the Lord ; mf Oh fear and love him, all his saints, Accept his grace — and trust his word. 34 Second Part. C. M. Corinth. 1 I'LL bless the Lord from day to day ; How good are all his ways ! Ye huml)le souls that use to pray, Come help my lips to praise. 2 Sing to the honor of his name ; p In deep distress I cried ; — Nor was my hope exposed to shame, Nor was my suit denied. p 3 I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears ; — He gave my sharpest sorrows ease, And silenced all my fears. mf i '4 Oh sinners, come and taste his love. Come learn his pleasant ways, And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace. 5 Oh love the Lord, ye saints of his ; His eye regards the just : How greatly blest their portion is, Who make the Lord their trust ! 34 Third Part. C. M. St. Martin's Trusting and Praising God. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and injoy, The praises of my Gfod shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all, that are distressed, From my example comfort take, And charm their The sons of Adam, in distress, — Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 4 From the provisions of thy house, We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy, like a river, flows, And brings salvation to our taste. «*rf 5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; Ana in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. PSALMS. 95 36 Second Part. L. M. , Hague. 1 O LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest orb of heaven transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope Beyond the spreading skies extends. 2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains ; How deep, great God, thy judgments are : Thy providence the world sustains ; The whole creation is thy care. 3 With thee the springs of life remain, mf Thy presence is eternal day ; — Aff Oh let thy saints thy favor gain ! mf To upright hearts— thy truth display. 36 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's. 1 ABOVE these heavens' created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend ; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds, Where time and nature end. mf 2 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away ; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathomed sea. 3 Though all created light decay, > And death close up our eyes ; f Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise. 36 Fourth Part. S. M. Olmutz. mp 1 SURE there's a dreadful God, Though men renounce his fear ; His justice, hid behind the cloud, — Shall one great day appear. mf 2 His truth transcends the sky, — In heaven his mercies dwell ; < Deep as the sea his judgments lie, > His anger burns to hell. mf 3 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs! Aff Oh never let my soul remove From underneath his wings. 96 PSALMS. 37 First Part. C. M. Ormond. God the Guardian of the Pious. mf 1 ]>J OW let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good : So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. 2 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will ; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet* Shall my desires fulfil. 3 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known. Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. — 4 The meek, at last, the earth possess, And are the heirs of heaven ; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are given. 37 Second Part. C. M. Arlington. a>P 1 MY God, the steps of pious men Are ordered by thy will ; Though they should fall—they rise again ; Thy hand supports them still. mf 2 The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves ; He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. f n 3 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown ; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down. d°l 4 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend— True pleasure runs through all his ways, Lcn And peaceful is his end. PSALMS. 97 38 C. M. • Grafton Severe Chastisement deprecated. Atf 1 A MID thy wrath, remember love, "*■ Restore thy servant, Lord ; Nor let a father's chastening prove Like an avenger's sword. 2 My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone ; The burden, Lord, I cannot bear, Nor e'er the guilt atone. p 3 But I'll confess my guilty ways, And grieve for all my sin ; I'll mourn how weak the seeds of grace, And beg support divine. m*" 4 Thou art my God — my only hope ; And thou wilt hear my cry; Thou, Lord, wilt bear my spirit up, Nor let thy servant die. 39 First Part. L. M. Windham, Brevity of human Life. Aff 1 QH let me, gracious Lord, extend My view to life's approaching end ! What are my days ? — a span their line ; i£nd what my age, compared with thine ? 2 Our life, advancing to its close, While scarce its earliest dawn it knows, Swift, through an empty shade, we run, And vanity and man are one. 3 God of my fathers ! — here, as they, I walk, the pilgrim of a day; A transient guest, thy works admire, And instant to my home retire. 4 Oh spare me, Lord — in mercy, spare, And nature's failing strength repair, E'er, life's short circuit wandered o'er, Len I perish — and am seen no more. 9 98 PSALMS. 39 Second Part. L. M. Medway. 1 ALMIGHTY maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, To spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ; A little point my life appears : How frail, at best, is dying man ! How vain are all his hopes and fears ! Aff 3 Oh, be a heavenly portion mine ! My God, I bow before thy throne \ m*" Earth's fleeting treasure I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. 39 Third Part. C. M. Wachusett. mP 1 TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame ; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that wre can boast, How short the fleeting time ! Man is but vanity and dust, In all his flower and prime. 3 What can I wish, or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust ? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. mf ? f 4 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desire recall ; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. 40 First Part. C. M. Nottingham. Trust in God and Deliverance. mp 1 T WAITED meekly for the Lord, He bowed to hear my cry ; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. PSALMS. 99 f I IS Firm on a rock — he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In new and thankful song. 3 I'll spread his works of grace abroad, The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to' make my God Their only hope and fear. 40 Second Part. C. M. Jordan. Incarnation and Atonement of Christ. 1 BEHOLD the blest Redeemer comes, The eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 2 Much he revealed his Father's grace, And much his truth he showed, He preached the way of righteousness A\ here great assemblies stood. 3 His Fathers honor touched his heart, He pitied sinners' cries ; And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a sacrifice. 4 No blood of beasts, on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean ; f But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin. 40 Third Part. C. M. Bedford. mf 1 O LORD, how infinite thy love! How wondrous are thy ways ! f Let earth beneath — let heaven above, Combine to sing thy praise. — 2 Man in immortal beauty shone, Thy noblest work below : Too soon by sin made heir alone > To death — and endless wo. ' f 3 Then—" Lo ! I come" the Saviour said— mf Oh be his name adored ! — Who with his blood, our ransom paid, And life, and bliss restored. 100 PSALMS. f 4 O Lord, how infinite thy love ! How wondrous are thy ways ! Let earth beneath — let heaven above, Combine to sing thy praise. 41 First Part. L. M. 6l. Belvilk. Blessedness of the Merciful. 1 JJLEST who with generous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes ; Bows to the poor man's wants his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear: — In every want — in every wo, Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 2 Thy love his life shall guard — thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land ; Nor leave him, in the dreadful day, To unrelenting foes a prey. In sickness thou shalt raise his head, And make with tenderest care his bed. 41 Second Part. L. M. Quito. 1 BLEST is the man, whose tender care Relieves the poor in their distress ; Whose pity wipes the widow's tear, Whose hand supports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hand can do ; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 Or, if he languish on his bed, God will pronounce his sins forgiven ; Will save from death his sinking head, Or take his willing soul to heaven. 4 1 Third Part. C. M. Litchfield Blessedness of the Merciful. 1 HAPPY the man, whose tender care Relieves the poor distressed ! When he's by trouble compassed round, Len The Lord shall give him rest. PSALMS. 101 — 2 If he, in languishing estate, Oppressed with sickness lie, The Lord will easy make his bed, nt And inward strength supply. f 3 Let, therefore, Israel's Lord and God Through every age be praised ; And all the people's glad applause With loud hosannas raised. 42 First Part. L. M. Hingham. Trusting in God in Times of Despondency^ 1 ]\j[Y spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove ; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 3 I'll chide my heart, that sinks so low ; Why should my soul indulge in grief? Hope in the Lord— and praise him too ; He is my rest — my sure relief. mf 4 O God, thou art my hope, my joy ; Thy light and truth shall guide me still ; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill. 42 Second Part. C. M. Dedham mP 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, mf And thy refreshing grace. — 2 For thee, my God — the living God, > My thirsty soul doth pine ; mf* Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine ! f f 3 Why restless — why cast down, my soul ? Trust God — and he'll employ His aid for thee — and change these sighs nrf To thankful hymns of joy. 102 PSALMS. 4 Why restless— why cast down, my soul ? Hope still — and thou shalt sing f The praise of him, wno is thy God, And heaven's eternal Kins. 43 First Part. L. M. Medway. Resorting to God in Troubles. P 1 Q. RE AT God — our strength — to thee we cry, Oh let us not forgotten lie ; Oppressed with sorrows and with care, To thy protection we repair. 2 Oh let thy light attend our way, Thy truth afford its steady ray"; To'Zion's hill direct our feet," To worship at thy sacred seat. f 3 Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre, Thy love our joyful song inspire ; Tothee our cordial thanks be paid, Our sure defence — our constant aid. 4 Why, then, cast down — and why distressed ? And whence the grief, that fills' our breast? In God we'll hope — to God we'll raise Our songs of gratitude and praise. 43 Second Part. L. M. Hebron. 1 GOD of my strength — in thee alone A refuge' from distress I see : Oh ! why hast thou thine aid withdrawn ? Why hast thou, Lord, forsaken me ? 2 Oh let thy light my footsteps guide, Thy love and truth my spirit fill ; That in thy house I may reside, And worship at thy holy hill. 3 Then will I at thine altar bend ; My harp its softest notes shall raise ; < And from my lips to heaven ascend f The song bf thankfulness and praise. — 4 Why, then, my soul, art thou cast down ? Why art thou anxious and distressed ? Hope thou in God — his mercy own, For 1 shall yet enjoy his rest. PSALMS. 103 43 Third Part. C. M. Bedford. p 1 JUDGE me, O God, and plead my cause Against a sinful race : From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by thy grace. m** 2 On thee my steadfast hope depends, > And am I left to mourn ? p To sink in sorrow — and in vain Implore thy kind return ? Aff 3 Oh send thy light to guide my feet, And bid thy truth appear : Conduct me to thy holy hill, To taste thy mercies' there. mf 4 Then to thine altar, O my God, My joyful feet shall rise, f And my triumphant song shall praise The God that rules the skies. 43 Fourth Part. 7s. Gl. Turin. mP 1 JUDGE me, Lord, in righteousness : Plead for me in my distress : Good and merciful thou art ; Bind this bleeding, broken heart: Cast me not despairing hen Be my love, my confidence. 2 Send thy light and truth, to guide. Leave me not to turn aside ; On thy holy hill I'd rest, mf In thy courts forever blest : There to God, my hope, my joy, f Praise shall all my powers employ. 44 First Part. L. M. Medway. Divine Aid implared in national Distress. 1 "^y^Y should thy face, where mercies dwell, Its beams of majesty conceal ; Regardless of the woes that wait Around our long-afflicted state ? 104 PSALMS. ■f 3 Behold ! our soul with Borrow bends, And down to dust our life descends ; And, while thine arm its aid denies, Prostrate on earth, deserted lies. int" 9 Thy mercy, Lord, alone we claim; Redeem us, and exalt thy name: Rise for our help, almighty Lord ! Salvation shall attend thy 'word. 44 Second Part. L. M. Dancers. National Del <,-ribed to God. 1 OFT have our ears, great God, been taught What fbr our fathers thou hast wrought, While, with adoring minds, they told The wonders of thy works of old. •J Still we disclaim the bow or sword. And wait for thy salvation. Lord: mf On thee we trust — thy mercies claim, Whose presence puts all toes to shame. — 3 From morning dawn to evening cloc On thee, O Lord, our hopes repose: f To thy great name, with jov, we'll raise Triumphant songs of grateful prais 44 Third Part, C, M. Stamford* 1 O LOrvD, our Gathers oft have told. In our attentive ears* Thy wonders in their days performed, And in more ancient years. 2 'Twas not their courage — nor their sword To them salvation g 'Twas not their number — nor their strei gth That did their country save. 3 But thy right hand— thy powerful arm, Whose succor they implored : Thv providence p: em, Who thy great name adored. 4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned, So thou art still our King ; Oh, therefore, as thou didst to them, To ns deliverance bring. PSALMS. 105 f 5 To thee, the glory we'll ascribe, From whom salvation came ; In God, our shield, we will rejoice, And ever bless thy name. 45 First Part. L. M. Effingham, Victory and Exaltation of Christ. 1 ]\OVV be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King; He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love ! 2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands ; Grace is the sceptre in thy hands : Thy laws and works are just and right, But truth and mercy thy delight. 3 Let endless honors crown thy head ; Let every age thy praises spread ; Let all the nations Know thy word, And every tongue confess thee — Lord. 45 Second Part. C. M. Medford. f i fl GIRD on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway ; p Thy terror shall strike through thy foes, < And make the world obey. M'2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands, Ihy word of grace shall prove P A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule thy saints by love. f ' f3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; p Thy terror shall strike through thy foes, < And make the world obey. 15 Third Part. S. M. Southfield. 1 MY Saviour, and my King, Thy honors are divine ; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine. 106 PSALMS. 2 Thy laws, O God, are right, Thy throne shall ever stand ; f And thy victorious gospel prove A sceptre in thy hand. 3 Now make thy glory known, < Gird on thy powerful sword, f And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word. — 4 Strike through thy stubborn foes, Or make their hearts obey; < While justice, meekness, grace, and truth f Attend thy glorious way. 46 First Part. L. M. Hebron God the Refuge and Portion of his People. mf 1 (j-OD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. f 2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar — P In sacred peace our souls abide, -*■ While every nation — every shore < Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. p 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ! Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode. — 4 That sacred stream— thine holy word, Supports our faith— our fear controls : P Sweet peace thy promises afford, — And give new strength to fainting souls. f 5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, . Secure against a threatening hour; ff Nor can her firm foundation move, Buiit on his truth— and armed with power. 46 Second Part. L. M. Winchester. 1 LET Zion in her King rejoice, Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice — The nations melt — the tumult dies. PSALMS. 107 p 2 Be still — and learn that he is God : — He reigns exalted o'er the lands : °rf He will be known and feared abroad, But still his throDe in Zion stands. p 3 O Lord of hosts — almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, — Our faith shall sit secure, and sing. t Sot fear the raging powers of b ill. 46 Third Part. L. M. Wlarh, «*f 1 THE Lord in Zion ever reigns. And o'er her holds his guardian hand ; Her worship and her laws maintains. Which, like himself, unmoved shall stand. mp 2 Oh come, behold what he has done. Whom we delight to call our Lord : f The vict'ries. which his arm has won : And faithfully his deeds record. — 3 He maketh war on earth to ce De breaks the bow — he cuts the dart, The chariot burns — and sheds his peace ry nation — every heart. p 4 Be still — and hear the Lord proclaim — — •• 1 will above the heathen ris < ** O'er all the earth exalt my name, [skies*'' ff ■ And spread my triumphs through the 47 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred Exultation in the Reign of Jehovah. f 1 Q ALL ye people, clap your hands, And shout with triumph while you sing Of God — who all the earth commands — Of God — the dreadful, mighty King. 2 The trumpet swells alon? the sky : We hear the joyful, solemn sound ; The righteous God ascends on hi. And shouts of gladness echo round. — 3 The Lord, who o'er the earth bears sway, >n his throne of holiness : The heathen now his laws o: Let all the earth his praise expre- 108 PSALMS. ff 4 Loud praises to Jehovah sing, In hymns of joy his love proclaim ; Sing praises to the heavenly King, Adore and bless his sacred name. 47 Second Part. L. M. Sharon. Praise to the exalted Redeemer. f 1 JESUS, the Lord, ascends on high ! He reigns in glory o'er the sky ! Let all the earth its offerings bring, Exalt his name — proclaim hirn king ! 2 Wide — thro' the world — he spreads his sway, And bids the heathen lands obey, His church with willing offerings greet, And bend submissive at her feet. 3 His reign the heathen lands shall own: His holiness secures his throne ; And earthly princes gather round, Where Christ — the mighty God, is found. 4 Princes by him their power extend, Earth's mightiest kings to Jesus bend : He bids them rule — he bids them die, Himself o'er ail exalted high ! 47 Third Part. C. M. Marlow. *" " 1 OH for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign king ! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound. 3 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. p 4 Speak of his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge guide the song ; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. PSALMS. 109 f 5 Loud be the shouts of sacred joy To God the sovereign king f ff Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 47 Fourth Part. C. M. Arlington. f 1 ARISE, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord ; Let all the earth — from shore to shore, Confess th' almighty Lord. 2 Glad shouts aloud — wide echoing round, Th' ascending God proclaim; Th' angelic choir respond the sound, And shake creation's frame. 3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown In that triumphant hour; And God exalts his conquering Son To his right hand of power. 4 O shout, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord ; Let all the earth — from shore to shore, Confess th' almighty Lord. 48 First Part. S. M. St Thomas. God's Presence the Safety and Glory of the Church. 1 QREAT is the Lord, our God, And let his praise be great ; He makes the churches his abode,. His most delightful seat. 2 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; f How bright — has his salvation shone ! How fair his heavenly grace ! — 3 When kings against her joined, And saw the Lord was there ; f In wild confusion of the mind, They fled with hasty fear. — 4 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own flock has been. 10 110 PSALMS. 5 In every new distress We'll to his house repair, mf Recall to mind his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. 48 Second Part. S. M. Dover. 1 FAR as thv name is known The world declares thy praise ; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne. Their songs of honor raise. *2 With joy thy people stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well ; — 4 The order of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs — the solemn vows; — And make a fair report. — 5 How decent, and how wise ! How glorious to behold ! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorned with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die ; Will be our God, while here below, And ours above the sky. 50 First Part. C. M. Burford. Jehovah coming to Judgment. 1 HTHE Lord, the judge, before his throne Bids all the earth draw nigh ; The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, " Judgment will ne'er begin ;" No more abuse his long defay To impudence and sin. PSALMS. Ill 3 Throned on a cloud, our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way ; Thunder, and darkness — fire,and storm Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heaven, from above, his call shall hear; Attending angels come ; And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom. 50 Second Part. 8. 7. &, 4. Greece. 1 LO ' the mighty God appearing, From on nigh Jehovah speaks ! Eastern lands'the summons hearing, O'er the west his thunder breaks : Earth beholds him! Universal nature shakes ! 2 Zion, all its light unfolding, God in glory shall display: Lo ! he comes ! — nor silence holding, Fire and clouds prepare his way: Tempests round him Hasten on the dreadful day ! 3 To the heavens his voice ascending, To the earth beneath he cries :— " Souls immortal, now descending, Let the sleeping dust ari Rise to judgment- Let my throne adorn the skies ! 4 " Gather first my saints around me, Those who to my covenant stood; Those who humbly sought and found me, Through the dying Saviour's blood: — Blest Redeemer !- Dearest sacrifice to God !" 5 Now the heavens on high adore him, And his righteousness declare : Sinner- perish from before him, But his saints his mercies share : Just his judgment God, himself the judge, is there ! 112 PSALMS. 51 First Part. L. M. Windham. Pardon and Sanctification penitently implored. Aff l gHOW pity, Lord— O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercfes large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes are great — but can't surpass The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 Oh wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here, on my heart, the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, Against thy law — against thy grace : Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned — but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, mf Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 51 Second Part. L. M. Denton. Aff 1 O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory 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 1 cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banished from thy sight ; mf Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me, that I fall no more. PSALMS. 113 51 Third Part. L. Bl Wddlebiiry . Aff l THOUGH I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford, And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 2 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. pp 3 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; Len Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, o And save the soul condemned to die. Danvert, mf 4 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, f • And they shall praise a pardoning God. 5 Oh ! may thy love inspire my tongue ! Salvation shall be ail mv song: ff And all my powers shall join to bless The LordJ my strength and righteousness. 51 Fourth Part. L. M. Munich Aff 1 OH turn, great Ruler of the skies. Turn from mv sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th' offences of my hand' Within thy book recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdued : A conscience pure — a soul renewed ; Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence, roam. 3 Oh let thy Spirit to my heart Once more his quickening aid impart ; My mind from every fear release, And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. 51 Fifth Part. C. M. Barby. Atf 1 CLEANSE me, O Lord — and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love ; Oh make my wounded spirit whole, And bid mv pains remove. 10* * 114 PSALMS. 2 Let not thy Spirit e'er depart, Nor drive me from thy face ; Create anew my sinful heart, And fill it with thy grace. 3 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men ; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. 51 Sixth Part. C. M. Medfield 1 NO blood of goats nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone ; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 2 A soul oppressed with sin's desert The Lord will ne'er despise ; An humble groan — a broken heart Is our best sacrifice. Aff 3 O God of mercy, hear my call, My load of guilt remove ; Break down the separating wall, That bars me from thy love. 4 Give me the presence of thy grace ; <: Then my rejoicing tongue f Shall speak aloud thy rigliteousness, And make thy praise my song. 51 Seventh Part. S. M. Little Marlboro9. Aff l ACCORDING to thy word, Let me thy mercy prove ; Blot out my past transgressions, Lord, And save me by thy love. 2 Wash me from every stain Which vice and giiilt impart ; Let me, O Lord, thy love regain, And cleanse my sinful heart. 3 To me thy love restore ; From trouble set me free ; That sinners may thine aid implore. And turn in faith to thee. PSALMS. 115 4 Oh let thy peace and love O'er Zion's city spread ; — Build up her walls — her works approve, And blessings round her shed. *rf 5 Then shall their offerings rise In truth and righteousness; Thou shalt receive their sacrifice, And all thy people bless. 51 Eighth Part. S. M. Bethany. A& 1 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, As thou wert ever kind ; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, Thy wonted pardon find. 2 Against thee, Lord, alone, And only in thy sight, Have I transgressed ; and,though condemned, Must own thy judgments right. 3 Blot out my crying sins, Xor me in anger view ; Create in me alieart that's clean, An upright mind renew. 4 Withdraw not thou thy help, Nor cast me from thy sight, Xor let thv Holy Spirit ta£e Its everlasting flight. m*" 5 The joy thy favor gives, Let me again obtain ; And thy free Spirit's firm support My fainting soul sustain. 51 Ninth Part. S. M. Hudson. 1 XO offering God requires, No victims please his eye ; Else should his altars blaze with fires, And flocks and herds should die. 2 The humble, contrite breast, The spirit's broken sighs, Are gifts on which his love can rest, Nor will the Lord despise. 116 PSALMS. 3 Thy mercies from above To Zion, Lord, extend : m*" Built by thy power — and watched with love, Now let her walls ascend. 4 Well pleased, thou then shalt see Her prayers and praise arise', Presented at the throne to thee, With Jesus' sacrifice. 55 First Part. C. M. Burford. Resorting to God in Times of Distress. Aff 1 TVfY God, thine ear indulgent bend, Nor turn thy face away : From heaven my earnest cries attend, While in distress I pray. 2 My heart is pained — the shades of death Their terrors round me spread ; While fearful tremblings seize my breath, And horrors whelm my head. 3 Thus, from within, the bursting sigh Mounts to the throne above — Oh that my soul on wings could fly, And emulate the dove! * I 4 Swift I'd escape— I'd flee afar, Some secret place to find, Hid from the world's wide scene of care, And rest my troubled mind. *»f 5 I'd stretch my everlasting flight, And bid the world farewell, From sin and strife —to realms of fight, p Where peace and quiet dwell. 55 Second Part. C. M. Berwick. Aff 1 O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. mf 2 By morning light I'll seek thy face, At noon repeat my cry ; The night shall hear me ask thy grace, Nor wilt thou long deny. PSALMS. 117 3 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid ; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. 4 I cast my burdens on the Lord ; The Lord sustains them all ; f My faith shall rest upon his word, And I shall never fall. 55 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's. 1 STILL on the Lord thy burden roll, Nor let a care remain : His mighty arm shall bear thy sou], And all thy griefs sustain. 2 Ne'er will the Lord his aid deny, To those who trust his love : The men, who on his grace rely, Nor earth nor hell shall move. 55 Fourth Part. S. M. Mornington. God's Favor preferred to the Prosperity of Sinners. 1 LET sinners take their course, And choose the road to death, But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. 2 Mv thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night. A3> 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God ! While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod. 4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear, nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. mf 5 But I — with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord ; I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word. 118 PSALMS. f 6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love ; The ground on which their safety stands, No earthly power can move. 56 First Part. L. M. 6 l. Zion. Excellence of the Word of God. ? f 1 CJOME, all ye servants of the Lord, And praise him for his sacred word — That word, like manna, sent from heaven, To all who seek it freely given ; Its promises our fears remove, And fill our hearts with joy and love. 2 It tells us, though oppressed with cares, The God of mercv hears our prayers; Though steep and rough th' appointed way, His mighty arm shall be our stay ; Though deadly foes assail our peace, His power shall bid their malice cease. 3 It tells who first inspired our breath, And who redeemed our souls from death ; It tells of grace so freely given, And shows the path to God and heaven ; f Oh bless we, then, our gracious Lord For all the treasures of his word. 56 Second Part. C. M. Worksop. Trusting God in the midst of Enemies. 1 O THOU whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. mf 2 In God, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust ; Nor will I fear what man can do, > The offspring of the dust. — 3 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; f I'll sing how faithful is thy word ; How righteous all thy ways ! PSALMS. 119 — 4 Thou hast secured my soul from death, Oh set thy servant free, f That heart and hand — and life and breath May be employed for thee. 56 Third Part. C. M. Colchester. 1 LORD, I have thee my refuge made, Thy laws have been my choice ; Therefore I will not be afraid. But in thy word rejoice. 2 To thee my solemn vows I'll pay, And show thy righteous ways ; With grateful heart thy will obey, And lift my voice in praise. 3 Thou hast redeemed my soul from death, Do thou my fears destroy; That till I yield to thee my breath, I may thy light enjoy. 57 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred. Praise to the great Jehovah. 1 gE thou, O God! exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 2 O God ! my heart is fixed — 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present ; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To thee, my God! in songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the listening nations round: Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 4 Be thou, O God ! exalted high ; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 120 PSALMS. 57 Second Part. L. M. Winchelsea. 1 MY God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, P Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, — Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heavens I raise my cry, The Lord will my desires perform ; He sends his angel from the sky, And saves me'from the threatening storm, f 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens,* where angels dwell; — Thy power on earth be known abroad, < And land to land thy wonders tell. 57 Third Part. L. M. St. PauTs. f 1 BE thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 2 Mv heart is fixed — my song shall raise Immortal honors to* thy name ; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue — the glory of my frame. — 3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost skv ; His truth to endless vears remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. f 4 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 57 Fourth Part. L. M. Arnheim. 1 ETERNAL God-celestial King, Exalted be thy glorious name ; Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing, And saints on earth thy love proclaim. 2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God, I rest my hope on thee alone ; I'll spread thv sacred truths abroad, To all mankind thy love make known. PSALMS. 121 3 Awake my tongue — awake, my lyre, With morning's earliest dawn arise ; To songs of joy my soul inspire, And swell your music to the skies. 4 With those, who in thy grace abound, To thee I'll raise my thankful voice ; While every land — the earth around, Shall hear — and in thy name rejoice. 5 Eternal God, celestial King, Exalted be thy glorious name ; Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing, And saints on earth thy love proclaim. 60 C. M. Bedford. Relief from national Judgments implored. mP 1 J^ORD, thou hast scourged our guilty land ; Behold thy people mourn ; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand, And mercy ne'er return ? 2 Our Zion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand ; Aff Oh heal the people thou hast broke, And spare our guilty land. f 3 Then shall our loud and grateful voice Proclaim our guardian God ; The nations round the earth rejoice, And sound thy praise abroad. 61 First Part. C. M. Dedham, God a Refuge in Trouble. mf * H^*^> gracious Source of every good, Our Saviour and defence, Thou art our glory, and our shield, Our help and confidence. mP 2 When anxious fears disturb the breast, When threatening foes are nigh, To thee we pour our deep complaint, To thee for succor fiv. 11 122 PSALMS. f 3 Jesus, our Lord — our only hope, > Before thy throne we bow : f Thou art our strength — and thou the Rock Whence living waters flow. 61 Second Part. S. M. Mornington. 1 WHEN overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies, Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes. Aff 2 Oh ! lead me to the rock That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, Forever I'll abide ; f Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where 1 hide. 62 First Part. L. M. Duke Street. Trusting in God for Protection. 1 ]Vf Y spirit looks to God alone ; My rock and refuge is his throne ; In all my fears — in all my straits, My soul for his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face ; When helpers fail — and foes invade, God is our all-sufficient aid. 62 Second Part. C. M. Dunchurch. 1 ON God, my soul, with patient hope, Resigned, in silence wait ; He bears my sinking spirit up, Then let my joy be great. f 2 God my salvation shall complete ; From him my glory springs : Rock of my strength ! my soul shall wait Its refuge in his wings. PSALMS. 123 3 My Rock ! my Saviour ! my defence ! My everlasting stay ! Not all my foes shall pluck me thence, Nor move my soul away. 63 First Part. L. P. M. St. Helen's. Delight in God and his Worship. 1 Q GOD— my gracious God— to thee My early prayers shall offered be ; For thee my thirsty soul doth pant! Mv fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place, Where I refreshing waters want. 2 Oh ! to my longing eyes once more That view of glorious power restore, Which thy majestic house displays ! Because to me thy wondrous love Than life itself does dearer prove, My lips shall always speak thy praise. 63 Second Part. L. M. Leyden. 1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope— my joy— my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good— thou just and wise, Thou art my father, and my God; And I am thine, by sacred ties, Thy son — thy servant, bought with Mood. 3 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face ; Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. f 4 I'll lift my hands— I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And bless the remnant of my days. 124 PSALMS. 63 Third Part. L. M. Alfreton. 1 O GOD, thou art my God alone ; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 2 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. 3 Better than life itself, thy love, Dearer than all beside to me ; For, whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee ? f 4 Praise with my heart — my mind — my voice, For all thy mercy I will give ; My soul shall still in God rejoice, My tongue shall bless thee while I live. 63 Fourth Part. C. M. Lanesboro*. 1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink — or die. 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine — My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not life itself— with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. <" 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and king ; — Thus will I lift my hands to pray, f And tune my lips to sing. PSALMS. 125 63 Fifth Part. C. M. Nottingham. I ! 1 'TWAS in the watches of the night, I thought upon thy power ; I kept thy lovely face in sight, Amid the darkest hour. 2 While I lay resting on my bed, My soul arose on high ; My God, my life, my hope, I said, JBring thy salvation nigh. 3 I strive to mount thy holy hill, I walk the heavenly road ; Thy glories all my spirit fill, While I commune with God. 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head The shadow of thy wing ; f My heart rejoices in thine aid, And I thy praises sing. 63 Sixth Part. S. M. Shirland. 1 MY God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 For life, without thy love, No relish can afford ; Nojoy can be compared with this, mf To serve and please the Lord. 3 In wakeful hours of night, I call my God to mind ; I think how wise thy counsels are, • And all thy dealings kind. — 4 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies ; And on thy watchful providence nrf My cheerful hope relies. — 5 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps ; mf I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. 11* 196 PSALMS. 65 Fnter Part* U M. Winchekea. ■\t»Ze\ f * JPOB thee, 0 God, our constant praise In Ziou waits— thj? chosen seat : Our promised altars then we'll raise. And there our zealous vows complete. r *J O thou, who to our humble prayer Didst always bend thy Listening ear, — To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 How blest the man, who, near thee placed, Within thy heavenly dwelling lives ; While we, at humbler distanced taste f The vast delight thy temple gives. ().> Second Part. L. M. Winchester. ■rf 1 THE praise ot'Zion waits tor thee. Great God — and praise becomes thy house ; There shall thy saints thy glorv see, \ I there perform their public vows. p *J 0 thou, whose mercy bends the skies. To save when humble sinners pra\ ;— f All lands to thee shall litt their eyes,' And every yielding heart obey. I ;> Soon shall the flocking nations run To Zioifs hill — and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Saviour's name adored. 65 Third Part. L. M. Duke Street. s M 1 OX God the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends : At has command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the clay. 2 Seasons and times obey his voice : The morn and evening both rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers, 3 The desert growi a fruitful field; Abundant food tin field; j] shoot with cheerio] voice, neighboring hills repeat theii 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; v field thy j-'lor Through every month thy gifts appear: Great God, thy goo fM the year. 65 Foubth Part. C. M. Nottingham. I I ] THK Lord U ^'r'f->d. the heavenly king, ihifl care : And bids the - ., -j , vs and hours. II ven. earth, and air are thine ; Wbeo clouds distil in fruitful show e author is divine. d ridges of the field Permit the corn to spri).. The ralleyi rich provision yield, And all the laborers sing. 4 The various months thy goodness crowns ; How bounteous are thy ways ! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise. 65 Fifth Part. C. M. Litchfidd. ^hip of Go : pie. 1 PRAISE waits in Zion. Lord, for thee, There shall our vows be paid : Thou hast an ear when sinners pray : All flesh shall seek thine aid. P 2 0 Lord, our guilt and fears prevail. — But pardoning grace is thine. mf And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer every sin. 3 Blest are the men, whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face ; Give therh a dwelling in 'thy house, To feast upon thy grace. 128 PSALMS. 4 In answering what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine ; And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just ; f And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy name their trust. 66 First Part. L. M. Appleton. Praise to Christ. f n 1 JESUS demands the voice of joy, Loud through the land let triumph ring ; His honors should your songs employ, Let glorious praises hail the king. 2 Shout to the Lord — adoring own, Thy works thy wondrous might disclose, Thine arm victorious power has shown ; Thus did thy cross confound thy foes ! 3 Low, at that cross, the world shall bow, All nations shall its blessings prove ; While grateful strains in concert flow, To sing thy power, and praise thy love. f 4 Oh bless our God, ye nations round ; People and lands, rehearse his name : Let shouts of joy through earth resound, Let every tongue his praise proclaim. 66 Second Part. C. M. Marlow. Praise to the Creator. f 1 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy, To God their voices raise ; Sing psalms in honor of his name, And spread his glorious praise. p 2 And let them say — How dreadful, Lord, In all thy works art thou! To thy great power thy stubborn foes Shall all be forced to bow. PSALMS. 129 — 3 Through all the earth, the nations round Shah thee, their God, confess ; And, with glad hymns, their awful dread Of thy great name express. 4 Oh come, behold the works of God ; And then with me you'll own, That he, to all the sons of men, Has wondrous judgments shown. f 5 Let all the lands, with shouts of joy, To God their voices raise ; Sing psalms in honor of his name, And spread his glorious praise. 66 Third Part. C. If. Marlow. f 1 SING, all ye nations, to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise ; With melody of sound record His honors and your joys. — 2 Say to the power that formed the sky, How terrible art thou ! Sinners before thy presence fly, Or at thy feet they bow. f 3 Oh bless our God, and never cease ; Ye saints, fulfil his praise ; He keeps our life — maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways. 66 Fourth Part. C. M. Clarendon. Praise for Redemption. 1 NOW shall my solemn tows be paid To that almighty power, Who heard the long request I made In my distressful hour. f 2 Mv lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known ; Come, ye who fear my God, and hear The wonders he has done. — 3 When on my head deep sorrows fell, I sought his heavenly aid ; He saved my sinking soul from hell, And death's eternal shade. 130 PSALMS. 4 If sin lay covered in my heart, While prayer employed my tongue, The Lord had shown me no regard, Nor I his praises sung. f 5 But God — his name be ever blest — Has set my spirit free ; He ne'er rejected my request, Nor turned his heart from me. 66 Fifth Part. C. M. Stephens. f,,10 ALL ye lands, rejoice in God, Sing praises to his name ; Let all the earth, with one accord, His wondrous acts proclaim ; — 2 And let his faithful servants tell How, by redeeming love, Their souls are saved from death and hell, To share the joys above ; — — 3 Tell how the Holy Spirit's grace Forbids their feet to slide ; And, as they run the Christian race, Vouchsafes to be their guide. f 4 Oh, then, rejoice, and shout for joy, Ye ransomed of the Lord ; Be grateful praise your sweet employ, His presence your reward. 67 First Part. C. M. Bedford, Prayer for the Enlargement of the Church. 1 gHINE, mighty God, on Zion shine, With beams of heavenly grace ; Reveal thy power through every land, And show thy smiling face. 2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore Sound through the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God ? f 3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice ; Let every tongue exalt his praise, And every heart rejoice. PSALMS. 131 67 Second Part. S. M. Thatcher 1 TO bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline ; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine ; — f 2 That so thy wondrous way- May through the world be known ; While distant lands their homage pay, And thy salvation own. — 3 Oh let them shout and sing, Dissolved in pious mirth ; For thou, the righteous judge and king, Shalt govern all the earth. ff 4 Let differing nations join To celebrate thy fame ; Let all the world,' O Lord, combine To praise thy glorious name. 67 Third Part. S. M. St. Thomas. 1 O GOD, to earth incline, With mercies from above ; And let thy presence round us shine, With beams of heavenly love. 2 Through all the earth below, Thy ways of grace proclaim, Till distant nations hear and know The Saviour's blessed name. 3 Now let the world agree One general voice to raise ; Till all mankind present to thee Their songs of grateful praise ! 4 Oh let the nations round Their cheerful powers employ, And earth's far-distant coasts resound With shouts of sacred joy. 67 Fourth Part. S. M. Paddington. 1 THOU shalt, O Lord, descend, And all the kingdoms bless ; Throughout the earth thy realm extend, And judge in righteousness. 132 PSALMS. 2 The fruitful earth shall yield A rich, increasing store ; And God, who is to us revealed, His choicest gifts shall pour. 3 The blessings of his grace He shall to us make known ; Till all the earth his laws embrace, And his dominion own. f 4 Let all the people raise The loud thanksgiving voice ; Let every nation sing thy praise, And every tonguerejoice. 67 Fifth Part. 7s. PleyeVs Hymn* 1 OX thy church, O Power divine, Cause thy glorious face to shine ; Till the nations from afar Hail her as their guiding star. f 2 Then shall God, with lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land ; And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound. 68 First Part. L. M. Appleton, The Majesty of Jehovah. f t f 1 gJNGDOMS and thrones to God belong ; Crown him, ye nations, in your song : His wondrous name and power rehearse ; His honors shall enrich your verse. 2 He rides and thunders through the sky, His name, Jehovah, sounds on high :. Praise him aloud ye sons of grace ; Ye saints, rejoice before his nice. 3 God is our shield — our joy — our rest ; God is our Kinir — proclaim him blest : When terrors rise — when nations faint, He is the strength of every saint. PSALMS. 133 68 Second Part. L. M. Duke Street. ' 1 ] LORD, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels filled the sky ; Those heavenly guards around thee wait, Like chariots, that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious, when the Lora was there ; While he pronounced his holy law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious powers of hell, That thousand souls had captive made, Were all in chains, like captives, led. 4 Raised by his Father to the throne, He sent his promised Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again. 68 Third Part. L. M. Dunstan. The Goodness and Compassion of God. 1 BLEST be the Lord— the God of We, Who showers his blessings from above ; The rock, on which the righteous trust, The hope and saviour of the just. 2 He to his saints redemption gives, The weak and humble he relieves ; mf Supported by his grace we stand, For life and death are in his hand. mP 3 He views his children in distress, The widow and the fatherless ; And, from his holy seat above, Supports them with his tender love. — 4 All they who make his laws their choice, Shall in his promises rejoice ; f With gladness in their hearts, shall raise, Before his throne, triumphant praise. 12 134 PSALMS. 68 Fourth Part. 8. 7. & 4. Sicilian Hymn 1 BLESS our God, his grace confessing, Whom his church above adores ; Who, with daily loads of blessing, From on high his Spirit pours : God our Saviour For his church salvation stores. 2 Him, in whom, as G,od, we glory, God our Saviour we proclaim ; Life and death, O Lord, adore thee, Yielding at thy awful name : f Thou shaft triumph And th' eternal victory claim. — 3 At his feet, while prostrate falling, Jesus breaks the serpent's head ; He, for mighty vengeance calling, On his proudest foe shall tread : f Thou, the conqueror Shalt thy church to victory lead. 68 Fifth Part. 7's. PleyeVs Hymn 1 LORD, thy church hath seen thee rise, To thy temple in the skies : God my Saviour ! God my King ! Still thy ransomed round thee sing. 2 When, in glories all divine, Through the earth thy church shall shine Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait, Bending at thy temple's gate. 69 First Part. L. M. Medway Pardon implored. Aff rpo thee, great God, I make my prayer, Do thou my supplications hear : Let me not sink, o'erwhelmed in grief, But kin'' I j send my soul relief. 2 Oh let me now thy goodness prove, p Thy tender mercies, and thy love ; Turn not away, O Lord, thy face, But hear, and heal me with thy grace. PSALMS. 135 f 3 So shall my song to thee arise, Thy praise* shalfecho through the skies: Through all the earth will I proclaim The greatness of Jehovah's name. 69 Second Part. L. ML Windham. Pardon through the Sufferings of Christ. *£ 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul. mi" 2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove ; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Atoned for crimes whicli we had done. ±& oOh for his sake our guilt forgive — And let the mourning sinner live : — < The Lord will hear us in his name, nrf Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. 69 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's. 1 FATHER. I sing thy wondrous grace, I bless my Saviour's name ; He bought salvation for the poor, And Bore the sinner's shame. 2 His deep distress has raised us high : If;- duty and his zeal Fuiiiiled the law. which mortals broke, And finished all thy will. 3 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son shall bless her ^rato- : And glory, purchased by his bloc d, For thine own Israel waits. f 4 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise : While lands and seas assist the sky, And join t' advance his praise. 136 PSALMS. 70 C. M. St. Martin'. Prayer for Divine Aid. Aff ] QREAT God, attend my humble call, Nor hear my cries in vain ; Oh let thy grace prevent my fall, And still my hope sustain. mf 2 Be thou my help in time of need, To thee, O Lord, 1 pray ; In mercy hasten to my aid, Nor let thy grace delay. 3 Let all who love thy name rejoice, And glory in thy word, In thy salvation raise their voice, And magnify the Lord. 71 First Part. C. M. Warwick. Praise to God, the Saviour. 1 1VT Y Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore ; And since I knew thy graces first, 1 speak thy glories more. 3 Mv feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, mf And march, with courage in thy strength. To see my Father, God. p 4 When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, mf I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. f 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King ! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. PSALMS. 137 71 Second Part. CM. Blackburn. Sustaining Grace implored. 1 GOD of my childhood, and my youth, The ffuide of all my days, I have declared thy heavenly truth, And told thy wondrous ways. 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking vears, If God, my strength, depart ? — 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim Before the rising age, And leave a savor of thy name, When I shall quit the stage. p 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove ; Oh may these poor remains of breath mf Teach all the world thy love ! 71 Third Part. C. M. Cheltenham. 1 MY God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth ; Thy hands have held my childhood up, And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has mv life new wonders seen, Repeatecl every year ; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 3 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise ; And round me let thy glory shine, Whene'er thy servant dies. t 4 Then, in the history of my age, When men review my clays, They'll read thy love in every page, In every line thy praise. 12* 138 PSALMS. 72 First Part. L. M. Danvers. Universal Reign of Christ. nf 1 QREAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, < Now give the kingdom to thy Son, f Extend his power — exalt his throne. do1 2 As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send his influence down ; His grace, on fainting souls, distils, Like heavenly dew, on thirsty hills. — 3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, < Revive at his first dawning fight, mf And deserts blossom at the sight. — 4 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise ; p < Peace, like a river, from his throne, f Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 72 Second Part. L. M. Monmouth. f f 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moon shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, f And praises throng to crown his head ; — His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. f 3 People and realms of every tongue > Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; — And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, mf The joyful prisoner bursts his chains ; > The weary find eternal rest, — And all the sons of want are blest, f M 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King : Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. PSALM- 139 78 Third Part. S. ML St. Thomas' I 1 THE Saviour's glorious name Forever shall endure, Lang as the sun. his matchless fame Shall ever stand secure. 2 Wonders of grace and power To thee alone belong j Thy church those wonders shall adore, In everlasting song. 3 O Israel, bless him still. ame to honor raise : Let all the earth his glory nil. fid praise. ? 4 Jehovah — God most high ! f spread thy praise abroad : Throogti all the" world thy fame shall fly, O G Giod! 72 • Part. Ti J ncoln. 1 HASTEN. Lord, the glorious time, When, bene a:: Mew Every nation, even- chine, Shall the gospel call ot i 2 Mm hall own, Heathen tribes his name adore : Satan and his host, o'erthrov. Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 3 Then shall wars and tumults cea Then be banished grief and pain : nd peace, Undisturbed shall* ever reign. i* 4 Bless we. then, our grack ras I Ever praise his glorious nan. All his might] rd, All his wondrous love proclaim. 140 PSALMS. 73 First Part. L. M. Middlebury. Folly of envying the Prosperity of Sinners. 1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride, and robes of honor shine ! Aff 2 But oh ! their end — their dreadful end ! Thy sanctuary taught me so ; On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood ; <: Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, mf My life, my portion, and my God. 73 Second Part. C. M. Dundee. God the Portion of the Soul. 1 GOD, my supporter, and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up, > When sinking in despair. — 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Through this dark wilderness ; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven, without my God, 'T would be no joy to ine ; And while the earth is my abode, , I long for none but thee. 4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint, f Thou art my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. — 5 Then to draw near to thee, my God, > Shall be my sweet employ ; f My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. PSALMS. 141 73 Third Part. C. M. Corinth. 1 WHOM have we. Lord, in heaven, but thee. And whom on earth beside ? Where else for succor can we flee, Or in whose strength confide ? 2 Thou art our portion here below, Our promised bliss above : Ne'er may our souls an object know So precious as thy love. mp 3 WThen heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail, mf Thou wilt our spirits cheer, Support us through life's thorny vale, mp And calm each anxious fear. f 4 Yes — thou shalt be our guide through life, And help and strength supply : Sustain us in death's fearful strife, And welcome us on high. 73 Fourth Part. S. M. Olmutz Folly of envying the Prosperity of Sinners. t ' 1 SURE there's a righteous God, Xor is religion vain ; Though men of vice may boast aloud, Ana men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, In robes of honor shine. 3 The tumult of my drought Held me in hard suspense, Tift1 to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 4 Thv word with liirht and power Does my mistake amend ; I viewed the sinner's life before, But here I learn his end. p 5 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go ! L*n And oh ! that dreadful, fiery cleep > That waits their fall below ! 142 PSALMS. — 6 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine ; < I call my God my portion now, mf And all my powers are thine. 76 H. M. Bethesda. God only to be feared and worshipped. 1 ^HY glories, mighty God ! Alone our reverence claim : Thy terrors spread abroad, How awful is thy name ! Thine anger shown, I Who dare appear Thy judgments near, | Before thy throne ? 2 Let man his anger raise, With persecuting rage, His wrath shall work thy praise, The rest thy hands assuage : Then still obey I Your offerings bring, Th' Eternal King, | And vows repay. 3 Let all, who round his throne With holy gifts draw near, There lay their offerings down, Jehovah claims their fear : Before his word I And princes know The world shall bow, | Thy terrors, Lord. 77 C M. Dedham. Despondency forbidden. 1 npO God I cried, with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when trouble rose, And filled my heart with fear. 2 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail ? Has he forgot his tender love ? Shall anger still prevail? 3 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark despairing frame, Remembering what thy hand has wrought Thy hand is still the same. PSALMS. 143 4 I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er— Thv wonders of recovering grace, When I could hope no more; 5 Grace dwells with justice on the throne ; And men who love thy word Have in thy holy temple known The counsels of the Lord. 78 C. M. Lutzen. TJie Works of God recounted to Posterity. M 1 T ET children hear the mighty deeds, ■^ Which God performed of old ; Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us muke his glories known, His works of power and grace ; And we'll convey his wonders down Through every rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs, That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone Their hope securely stands, That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands. 79 S. IVL Boxfora Pardoning Mercy supplicated, Aff 1 rpHOU gracious God and kind, Oh cast our sins away ; Nor call our former guilt to mind, Thy justice to display. 2 Thv tenderest mercies show, Thy richest grace prepare, Ere yet, with guilty tears laid low, We perish in despair. J 44 PSALMS. 3 Save us from guilt and shame, Thy glory to display ; And, for the great Redeemer's name, Wash all our sins away. 80 L. M. Stonefield. The Church' 3 Prayer in Time of Desertion. mf 1 QREAT shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep — p 2 Thy church is in the desert now — mf Shine from on high— and guide us through ; p Turn us to thee — thy love restore, o We shall be saved— and sigh no more. — 3 Hast thou not planted with thy hand A lovely vine in this our land ? Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dew enrich the ground ? 4 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with their fruit? p But now, O Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. < 5 Return, almighty God, return, mf Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : p Turn us to thee — thy love restore, The Sabbath's sacred rest. PSALMS. 145 — 3 This was the statute of the Lord, To Israel's favored race : And yet his courts preserve his word, And there we wait his grace. f 4 With psalms of honor, and of joy, Let all his temples ring ; Your various instruments employ, And songs of triumph sing. 82 L. M. Bath. Oppressors admonished. ' f 1 ^MONG th' assemblies of the great, A greater Ruler takes his seat : The God of heaven, as judge, surveys The kings of earth, and all their ways. 2 Why should they, then, frame wicked laws ? Or why support th' unrighteous cause ? When will they cease t' oppress the poor ? When will they vex the saints no more ? — 3 Arise, O God, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne ; And rule the nations with his rod : — He is our judge — and he our God. 83 S. M. St. Thomas. God arising to subdue Opposers. ] x\ND will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep ? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep ? nrf 2 Arise, almighty God, Assume thy sovereign sway ; Before thy throne bid sinners bow, And yield their hearts to thee. f 3 Let all the nations know, And spread thy name abroad ; Let all who dwell on earth confess Their Saviour and their God. 13 146 PSALMS. 84 First Part. L. M. Hebron. Blessedness of worshipping God in his Temple. p 1 TJOW pleasant — how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ; With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode : My panting heart cries out for God : My God ! my King ! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee ! nrf 3 Blest are the saints, who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls, who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; > There they behold thy gentler rays, < And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate : f God is their strength — and through the road They lean upon tlieir helper, God. 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length : Till all before thy face appear, ff And join in nobler worship there. 84 Second Part. L. M. SJiaron* 1 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs : To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease — nor thrones of power Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. f M3 God is our sun — he makes our day ; God is our shield — he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin ; From foes without and foes within. PSALMS. 147 4 All needful ^race will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too : He gives us all tilings — and withholds No real good from upright souls. — 5 0 God, our King, whose sovereign sway < The glorious host of heaven obey, Display thy grace — exert thy power, f Till all on earth thy name adore. 84 Third Part. C. M. Medford. 1 MY soul, how lovely is the place To which thy Goo! resorts ! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays ; And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends ancl fills the place ; While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. mf 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secret J of thy will: — And still we seek thy mercies there, *" And sing thy praises still. 84 Fourth Part. C. M. Dedham. 1 O LORD, my heart cries out for thee, While far from thine abode ; When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour, and my God ? 2 To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employed in carnal joys. 3 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or dwell in tents of sin. 148 PSALMS. 4 Could 1 command the spacious land, Or the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand, I'd give them both away. 84 Fifth Part. C. M. Dunchurch. 1 O GOD of hosts — the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place, Where, in thy glory, we behold The brightness of thy face ! 2 My fainting soul with longing waits To view thy blest abode : My panting heart and flesh cry out For thee, the living God. 3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made ; Who long to tread the sacred ways, Which to thy dwelling lead. f 114 For God — who is our sun and shield — Will grace and glorv give ; And no good thing will he withhold From them that justly live. — 5 0 Lord of hosts — my king, my God, How highly blest are they, < Who in thy temple alwavs Swell, f And there thy praise display ! 84 Sixth Part. H. M. Newbury 1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are : To thine abode With warm desires, My heart aspires, To see my God. mp 2 O happy souls, who pray, Where God appoints to hear ; O happy men, who pay Their constant service there ! f They praise thee still! I Who love the way And trappy they, To Zion's hill. PSALMS. 149 — 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dartf vale of tears. Till each" arrives at length. Till each in heaven appears : f O glorious seat. Shall thither bring D God our king | Our willing 84 Seventh Part. H. M. Xticbury. 1 TO spend one sacred day , Where God and saints abide, rdfi diviner joy Than thousand days beside : Where God resorts. ■ * To keep the door. I love it more Than shine in courts. 2 God is our sun and shield, Our light, and our defence : With gifts his hands are tilled: We draw our blessings thence : He shall bestow Peculiar grace, On Jacob's race And glory too. 3 The Lord his people lc His hand no good withholds From th»:-se his heart approves. From pure and upright souls : Thrice happy he. se spirit trusts O God of no- Alone in thee. 85 First Part. L. M. Ralston. Quickening Grace implored. 1 J^ORD, thou hast called thy grace to mind, Thou hast reversed our heavy, doom : So God forgave, when Israel sinned, And brought his wandering captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate : v let our hearts be turned to thee, And thy salvation be complete. 3 Revive our dyinj graces. Lord. And let thy saints in thee rejoice : Make known thy truth— fulfil thy word— We wait for praise to tune our" voice. 13* 150 PSALMS. 4 We wait to hear what God will say, He'll speak — and give his people peace ; But let them go no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase. 85 Second Part. L. M. Uxbridgc Salvation through Christ. M 1 SALVATION is forever nigh The souls who fear and trust the Lord ; And grace, descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, [heaven ; Since Christ, the Lord, came down from By his obedience, so complete, Justice is pleased — and peace is given. 3 His righteousness is gone before, To give us free access to God ; Our wandering feet shall stray no more, But mark his steps, and keep the road. 85 Third Part. H. M. Acton. 1 JESUS, the Saviour's nigh To those who fear his name ; He comes ! — his praise on high Let all his church proclaim ! His footsteps still And all the land On earth shall stand, | His glory fill. 2 Thv mercy, O our God, To all thy church display: Proclaim thy grace abroad, And spread the gospel day : High on thy throne, And quickly send Our prayer attend ; Salvation down. 85 Fourth Part. II. M. Acton. i THE Lord his blessing pours Around our favored'land ; His grace, like gentle showers, Descends at his command: O'er all the plains In rich supplies, Blest fruits arise, Since Jesus reigns. PSALMS. 151 2 His righteousness alone Prepares his wondrous way : He rises to his throne, In realms of endless day ! His steps we trace, I And, heaven in view, His path pursue ; | Adore his grace. 86 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred. The Creator only worthy to he worshipped. 1 J^TERNAL God— almighty cause Of earth, and sea, 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, possessed ; Controlled by none are thy commands ; Thou, from thyself alone, art blest. 3 To thee alone, ourselves we owe, To thee alone, our homage pay ; All other gods we disavow, Deny their claims — renounce their sway. f 4 Spread thy great name through heathen lands. Their i Jot deities dethrone ; Subdue the world to thy commands, And reign, as thou art — God alone. 86 Second Part. L. M. Winchester. 1 THOU great Instructer, lest I stray, p Oh teach my erring feet thy way ! < Thy truth, with ever fresh delight, mf Shall guide my doubtful steps aright. — 2 How oft my heart's affections yield, And wander o'er the world's wide field ! My roving passions, Lord, reclaim ; Unite them all to fear thy name. f 3 Then, to my God, my heart and tongue, With all their powers, shall raise the song ; On earth thy glories I'll declare, ff Till heav*ui"th' immoTtal notes shall hear. 152 PSALMS. 86 Third Part. C. M. London. 1 AMONG the princes, earthly gods, There's none hath power divine ; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round thy throne ; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. p 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heavenly ways, < And all my wandering thoughts unite f In God my Father's praise. 86 Fourth Part. S. M. Aylesbury. y Prayer for divine Help. 1 MY God, my prayer attend ! Oh bow thine ear to me, Without a hope — without a friend, Without a help — but thee ! 2 Oh guard my soul around, Which loves and trusts thy grace ; Nor let the powers of hell confound The hopes on thee I place ! 3 Thy mercy I entreat, — Let mercy hear my cries, While, humbly waiting at thy seat, My daily prayers arise ! mf 4 Oh bid my heart rejoice, And every fear control ; > Since at thy throne, with suppliant voice, — To thee I lift my soul ! 86 Fifth Part. 7s. Lincoln. 1 THOU, Jehovah, God o'er all ! Idol gods to thee shall fall : None thy wondrous works can share ; None with thee in might compare. PSALMS. 153 2 Formed by thy creative hand, Let the nations round thee stand ; Prostrate at thy throne confess, And adore the Saviour's grace. 3 Great in power ! — thine arm divine ! — Round the world thy wonders shine : Bid the world thy glories own — Thou art God — and thou alone ! 87 First Part. L. M. Sterling. The Chuirch the Dwelling- Place of God. " 1 QOD in his earthly temple lays Foundation for his heavenly praise ; He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. p 2 His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay, Where churches meet to praise and pray. f 3 What glories were described of old! What wonders are of Zion told ! Thou city of our God below, Thy fame shall all the nations know. 87 Second Part. H. M. Murray. f 1 FIXED on the sacred hills, Its firm foundations rest : The Lord his temple fills, With all his glory blest ! p< He waits where'er his saints adore, f But loves the gates of Zion more. mp 2 Oh Zion, sacred place ! Thy name shall spread around ; The city of his grace, liis wonders there abound : < Thy glories shall thy God declare, f And earth thy fame resound afar. 154 PSALMS. 87 Third Part. 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; He, whose word can ne'er be broken, Chose thee for his own abode. 2 Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling, Still is precious in thy sight ; Judah's temple far excelling, Beaming with the gospers light. 3 On the rock of ages founded, What can shake her sure repose ? With salvation's wall surrounded, She can smile at all her foes. 4 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; He, whose word can ne'er be broken, Chose thee for his own abode. 88 First Part. L. M. Windham. Resurrection from the Grave. Aff 1 gHALL man, O God of light and life, Forever moulder in the grave ? < Canst thou forget thy glorious work, mf Thy promise, and thy power to save ? p 2 In those dark, silent realms of night Shall peace and hope no more arise? No future morning light the tomb, Nor day-star gild the darksome skies ! Brewer. M 3 Cease — cease, ye vain desponding fears : When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang, Death, the last foe, was captive led, f And heaven with praise and wonder rang mi'4 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors Unfold to make nis children way; They shall be clothed with endless life, i And shine in everlasting day. 5 The trump shall sound — the dead shall wake ; From the cold tomb the slumberers spring; f Through heaven, with joy, their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour, and their King. PSALMS. 155 88 Second Part. L. M. Windham. Sinners invited to immediate Repentance. Aff 1 WHILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found — and peace is given ; But soon — ah soon ! approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites — how blest the day ! How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! ffif Come, sinners, haste — oh, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. mp 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave ; Before his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear, or save. 4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ; No God regard your bitter prayer, No Saviour call you to the skies. — 5 Now God invites — how blessed the day ! How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! mf Come, sinners, haste — oh, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. 88 Third Part. S. M. Bozford. Aff 1 YE sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis called to-day ,* Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away. 2 Soon will the harvest close ; The summer soon be o'er ; And soon your inj ured, angry God, Lea Will hear your prayers no more. — 3 Then while 'tis called to-day, O hear the gospel's sound ; mf Come, sinner, haste — oh haste away, While pardon may be found. 156 PSALMS. 89 First Part. L. M. Bath. Frailty of Man. 1 REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state- How frail our life — how short the date ! Where is the man that draws his breath, Safe from disease — secure from death ? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Distressed with gloomy fears, we cry, " Must death forever rage and reign ? Or hast thou made mankind in vain ? 3 Where is thy promise to the just ? Are not thy servants turned to dust ?" — f But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. — 4 That glorious hour — that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honor of thy word: — Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. 89 Second Part. L. M. Ellenthorpe. The Faithfulness of God. 1 FOREVER shall my sonff record The truth and mercy of the Lord ; Mercy and truth forever stand, Like heaven, established by his hand. 2 Jesus, our prophet and our priest ! Thy children shall be ever blest : Thou art our King— thy glorious throne Shall stand to ages yet unknown. f 3 Then let the church rejoice and sing Jesus, her Saviour, and her King ; Angels above his wonders show, And saints declare his works below. 89 Third Part. C. M. * Colchester. f 1 MY never-ceasing song shall show The mercies of the Lord ; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. PSALMS. 157 2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall tirm a< heaven endure ; And if he speak a promise once, Th7 eternal grace is sure. — 3 Lord God of hosts— thv wondrous ways Are sung by saints above : f And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love. 89 Fourth Part. C. M. Spencer, The Majesty of God. p 1 WITH reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word. mf 2 Great God, how high thy glories rise ! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power with thee that vies, Or truth, compared with thine ? 3 The northern pole and southern rest On thy supporting hand : Darkness and day — from cast to west, Mov^ round at thy command. o4 Thy words the raging winds control, < And ride the boisterous deep ; X Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, > The rolling billows sleep. f ' '5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, > And the dark world of hell; < How did thine arm in vengeance shine, > When Egypt durst r mP G Justice and judgment are thy throne, »nf Yet wondrous is thy grace! While truth and mercy, joined in one, > Invite us near thy I 89 Fifth Part. C. M. Cambridge. Rejoicing in the Gospel. 1 1 1 BLEST are the souls, who hear and know The gospel's joyful sound ; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. 14 158 PSALMS. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name ; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. f 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives ; ff Israel, thy King forever reigns, Thy God forever lives. 89 Sixth Part. L. P. M. St. Helen's. Death and the Resurrection. 1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours — how short his span ! Short from the cradle to the grave ; Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly — or power to save ? 2 Lord, shall it be forever said, "The race of man was only made For sickness, sorrow, and the dust ?" Are not thy servants, day by day, Sent to their graves, and. turned to clay ? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just ? 3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son, And all his seed, a heavenly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair : Forever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. 4 Forever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a lon<* reward For all their toil, reproacn, and pain : Let all below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat Lis loud Amen. 90 First Part. L. M. Bath Divine Immutability arid human Frailty. mf 1 ^THROUGH every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest—our safe abode : High was thy throne, ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. PSALMS. 159 2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, Or dust was fashioned into man ; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. P 3 But man — weak man — is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity ; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, is just, " Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4 Death, like an ever-flowing stream, Sweeps us away — our life's a dream — An empty tale — a morning flower — Cut down, and withered, in an hour. — 5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till, cleansed by grace, we all may be Prepared to die, and dwell with thee. 90 Second Part. C- M. Grafton. 1 O GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home ; — 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne, Thy saints have dwelt secure ; < Sufficient is thine arm alone, f And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. P 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men ;" — All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. * nrf 5 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, o Be thou our guard, while troubles last, Len And our eternal home. 160 ' PSALMS. 90 Third Part. C. M. Bangor. 1 O LORD, the saviour and defence Of all thy chosen race, From age to age th^u still hast been Our sure abiding place. 2 Before the lofty mountains rose, Or earth received its frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust, Of which he first was made ; When thou dost speak the word, Return— 'Tis instantly obeyed. 4 For in thy si^ht a thousand years Are like a day that's past ; Or like a watch in dead of night, Whose hours unminded waste. 5 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum Of our short days to mind, That unto wisdom all our hearts May ever be inclined. 90 Fourth Part. C. M. Medfield. 1 RETURN, O God of love— return; Earth is a tiresome place : How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face ? mf 2 Let heaven succeed our painful years ; Let sin and sorrow cease : And in proportion to our tears, So make our joys increase. — 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thine own work complete ; f Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. 90 Fifth Part. C. M. Bedford. 1 LORD, if thine eye survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear. PSALMS. 161 2 Almighty God — reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone ; Oh let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne. 90 Sixth Part. S. M. Little MarlbWo'. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame ! Our life — how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name ! 2 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay ; Swift as a flood, our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 3 Then, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in si°:ht ; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. mf 4 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; > Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore mf Of blest eternity. 91 First Part. L. M. Duke Street. Safety of trusting in God. 1 JJE, who hath made his refuse God, Shall find a most secure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there, at night, shall rest his head. 2 Now may we say— Our God, thy power Shall be our fortress, and our tower! We, that are formed of feeble dust, Make thine almighty arm our trust. 3 Thrice happy man !— thy Maker's care Shall keep tiiee from the tempter's snare ; God is thy life — his arms are spread, To shield thee with a healthful shade. 14* 162 PSALMS. 91 Second Part. C. M. Medford. f f 1 YE sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, And trust his gracious care. 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell : Or, if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise the saints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet, in all their ways ; To watch your pillow, while you sleep, And guard your happy days. 4 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, And trust his gracious care. 92 First Part. L. M. Quito. Delight in the Worship of the Sabbath. 1 T ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thy hand ; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above ; Not Lebanon, with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, iust,"and true ; They who attend Lis gates shall find Godever faithful — ever kind. 92 Second Part. L. M. Slade. mp 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, givethanks, and sing, To show thy love b}r morning light, And talk of'all thy truth at night. PSALMS. 163 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest — No mortal care shall seize my breast ; Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. "tf 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works — and bless his word : Thy works of grace — how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels — how divine ! 4 Sure I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. f 5 Then shall I see — and hear — and know All I desired, or wished below ; # And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. 92 Third Part. S. M. Pentonville. 1 SWEET is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing, To praise and pray — to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet — at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet— on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those, who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. f 4 To songs of praise and joy, Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. 93 First Part. L. M. Winchester. The Majesty and Dominion of God. mf 1 'yyiTH glory clad— with strength arrayed, The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundations firmly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. ' 164 PSALMS. 2 How surely stablished is thy throne ! Which shall no change or period see ; For thou, O Lord — and thou alone, Art God, from all eternity. 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss their troubled waves on high ; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. 4 Through endless ages stands thy throne ; Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure ; The pure in heart — and they alone, Shall find their hope of heaven secure. 93 Second Part. L. M. Duke Street. 1 JEHOVAH reigns— he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: The world, created by his hands, Still on its first foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. 3 Like floods, the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies ; Vain floods — that aim their rage so high! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 Forever shall thy throne endure ; Thy promise stands forever sure ; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 93 Third Part. S. P. M. Dcdston. ' ' 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crowned ; Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, And rays of majesty around. PSALMS. 165 2 Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey thy word ; Thy throne was fixed on high Ere stars adorned the sky : Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 3 Let floods and nations rage, And all their power engage ; Let swelling tides assault the sky: The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down ; Thy throne forever stands on high. 4 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new ; There fixed — thy church shall ne'er remove ; Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. 93 Fourth Part. 10s &, lis. Lyons. 1 YE servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name ; The name all-victorious of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; And still he is nigh — his presence we have : The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our king. 3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son : The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. 4 Then let us adore, and Before the Lord our Maker fall. 3 Second Part. L. M. Uxbridge. 1 COME — let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise : God is a sovereign king — rehearse His honor in exalted verse. 2 Come — let our souls address the Lord, Who framed our natures with his word: He is our shepherd — we the sheep His mercy chose — his pastures keep. 3 Come — let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey : Nor let our hardened hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Look back, my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead: Accept the offered grace to-day, Nor lose the blessing by delay. 5 Come — seize the promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates : Believe — and take the promised rest ; Obey — and be forever blest. 0 Third Part. L. M. Sterling. 1 TO God our voices let us raise, And loudly chant the joyful strain : That rock of strength — oh' let us praise, Whence free salvation we obtain. 2 The Lord is great — with glory crowned, O'er ail the' gods of earth he reigns ; His hand supports the deeps profound, His power alone the hills sustains. 3 Let all who now his goodness feel, Come near, and worship at his throne ; Before the Lord, their Maker, kneel, And bow in adoration down. 168 PSALMS. 95 Fourth Part. C. M. Marlow. f 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice ; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing ; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. p 3 Come — and with humble souls, adore ; Come — kneel before his face : < Oh may the creatures of his power > Be children of his grace ! mf 4 Now is the time — he bends his ear, > And waits for your request ; raf Come — lest he rouse his wrath — and swear,. Len " Ye shall not see my rest." 95 Fifth Part. S. M. Paddington. f 1 COME — sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing : Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. mP 2 Come — worship at his throne, Come — bow oefore the Lord ; — We are his work, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 3 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come — like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 96 First Part. L. P. M. St Helen's. Rejoicing in View of God's universal Reign. 1 T ET all the earth their voices raise, To sing a psalm of lofty praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name ; His glory let the heathen know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. PSALMS. 169 2 Oh ! haste the day — the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name : Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. 96 Second Part. C. M. Marlow. nil SING to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue ; His new discovered grace demands A new and noble song. 2 Sav to the nations — Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son : His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea; — Ye mountains, sink — ye valleys, rise — Prepare the Lord his way. 4 Behold he comes — he comes to bless The nations, as their God ; To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. Minor, p 5 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear ! 96 Third Part. S. M. St. Thomas. f 1 SING praises to our God, And oless his sacred name : His great salvation, all abroad, From day to day proclaim. 2 Midst heathen nations place The glories of his throne ; And let the wonders of his grace Through all the earth be known. 3 The gods, the heathen boasts, Nor hear — nor see — nor move : Jehovah is the Lord of hosts, Who spread the heavens above ! 15 170 PSALMS. ff 4 Then let our songs arise, In new exalted strains ; Let earth repeat it to the skies, The Lord, the Saviour reigns ! 97 First Part. L. M. Monmouth. Rejoicing in Christ as Sovereign and Judge. f * H^ reigns ! — the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! Sing to his name in lofty strains ; Let all the earth in songs rejoice, And in his praise exalt their voice. 2 Deep are his counsels, and unknown ; But grace and truth support his throne : Though gloomy clouds his way surround, Justice is their eternal ground. — 3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, [tombs, Shakes the wide earth — and cleaves the Before him burns devouring fire — Len The mountains melt — the seas retire. pi '4 His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight — and shun the day : f 1 I Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing — for your redemption's nigh. 97 Second Part. L. M. Arnheim. f f 1 THE Lord is come — the heavens proclaim His birth — the nations learn his name : An unknown star directs the road Of eastern sages to their God. 2 All ye bright armies of the skies, Go, worship where the Saviour lies : Angels and kings before him bow, Those gods on high, and gods below. 3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound, ff Zion shall still his glories sing, And earth confess her sovereign king. 97 Third Part. L. M. Uxbridge. 1 TH' ALMIGHTY reigns-exalted high O'er all the earth — o'er all the sky ; Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat. PSALMS. 171 2 Immortal light — and joys unknown, Are for the saints in darkness sown : Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 3 Rejoice, ye righteous — and record The sacred honors of the Lord; None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiuess. 97 Fourth Part. L. M. Timsbury. t 1 JEHOVAH reigns— let all the earth In his just government rejoice ; Let all the isles, with sacred mirth, In his applause unite their voice. Tith Ps. Tune. mP 2 Darkness, and clouds of awful shade, — His dazzling glory shroud in state ; * f Justice and truth his guards are made, And fixed by his pavilion wait. [Repeat the first stanza.] 97 Fifth Part. C. M. Medford. f f 1 LET earth, with every isle and sea, Rejoice — the Saviour reigns ! His word, like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains. 2 His presence sinks the proudest hills, And makes the valleys rise ; The humble soul enjoys his smiles — The haughty sinner dies. f 3 Adoring angels, at his birth, Made theRedeemer known ; > Thus shall he come to judge the earth, — And angels guard his throne. 97 Sixth Part. C. M. Lutzen. ' f 1 THE heavens his righteousness declare, And angels hail his birth : His gospel shall his glories bear Around th' admiring earth. 2 Ye idols, prostrate on the ground, Th' incarnate God adore : His arm your worship shall confound, And all who trust your power. 172 PSALMS. f M3 Zion with holy triumph hears, The church proclaims her joys ; Her Saviour for her aid appears, And praise her lips employs. 98 First Part. C. M. Colchester. Glorious and. joyful Reign of God the Saviour, t 1 ^O our almighty Maker, God, New honors be addressed ; His great salvation shines abroad, And makes the nations blest. 2 He spake the word to Abraham first, His truth fulfils the grace ; The Gentiles make his name their trust, And learn his righteousness. f 3 Let all the earth his love proclaim, With all her different tongues, And spread the honor of his name, In melody and songs. 98 Second Part. C. M. Dedham. ' T 1 JOY to the world — the Lord is come ! — Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the world — the Saviour reigns, Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods — rocks,hillsand plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He 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. PSALMS. 173 98 Third Part. C. M. Marlow. f i *1 TO God address the joyful psalm, Who wondrous things hath done ; Whose own right hand, and holy arm, The victory have won. 2 He, to the Gentile nations round, Hath made his mercy known ; And to the world's remotest bound His justice shall be shown. mP 3 The promised Saviour meekly came, And man's full ransom paid ; Again he comes, his own to claim, In awful pomp arrayed. f 4 He comes with power — he quits the skies, To punish and reward ; ff Oh ! let one general chorus rise To praise the sovereign Lord. 98 Fourth Part. C. M. St. Ann's. ' ' 1 SING to the Lord a new-made song, Who wondrous things has done ; With his right hand, and holy arm, The conquest he has won. 2 The Lord has through th' astonished world Displayed his saving might, And made his righteous acts appear In all the heathens' sight. 3 Of Israel's house his love and truth Have ever mindful been ; And earth's remotest tribes the power Of Israel's God have seen. ff 4 Let all the people of the earth Their cheerful voices raise ; Let all, with universal joy, Resound their Maker's praise. 15* 9> Fifth Pjlkt f i: ■ > - ■■;•• .rht hand and aimh&v^woA. «rf 3 Now he bids his ^re&t salvation : i 99 IT " Je ho rah re i ens^ I f £ Jesus* the Saviour, re - F:: ' ■:-: > .; r •> -':::. p 4 How holy is his nair — - - In all his works ot'craee. PSALMS. 175 99 Second Part. S. M. Dover. 1 EXALT the Lord our God, And worship at his feet ; His nature is all holiness, And mercy is Lis seat. 2 When Israel was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cried — when Samuel prayed — > He gave his people rest. — 3 Oft he forgave their sins, Not would destroy their race ; And oft he made his vengeance known, When they abused his grace. t 4 Exalt the Lord our God, Wliose grace is stili the same ; Still he's a God of holiness, And jealous for his name. 100 First Part. L. II. Old Hundred. All Nations exhorted to Adoration and Praise. 1 "^yiTH one consent, let all the earth, To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay, with awful mirtn, And sing before him songs of praise. 2 Convinced that he is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed ; We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock which he vouchsafes to feed. 3 Oh enter then his temple gate, Thence to his courts devoutly press ; And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he's the Lord — supremely good, His mercy is forever sure ; His truth, which alwavs firmly stood, To endlp«s a?ps shaft endure. 176 PSALMS. 100 Second Part. L. M. Brewer. 1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King ; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God — 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give : We are his work — and not our own, The sheep that on his pastures live. f 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair ; And maVe it your divine employ, To pay your thanks and honors there. p 4 The Lord is good — the Lord is kind ; f . Great is his grace — his mercy sure ; And all the race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure. 100 Third Part. L. M. Appleton. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create — and he destroy. p 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay — and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people — we his care — Our souls, and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name ? f 4 WV11 crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, High, as the heaven, our voices raise ; And earth, with all her thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide — as the world — is thy command, Vast — as eternity — thy love ; Firm — as a rock — thy truth shall stand, PSALMS. 177 100 Fourth Part. C. M. Berwick. 1 O ALL ye lands, in God rejoice, Tq hini your thanks belong ; In strains of gladness, raise your voice, In loud and joyful song. 2 Oh, enter ye his courts with praise, His love'to all proclaim ; To God the song of triumph raise, And magnify his name. 3 For he is gracious, just, and good; His mercy ever sure, Through ages past has ever stood, And ever shall endure. 100 Fifth Part. S. Bl Silver Street. 1 SING to the Lord most high ; Let every land adore ; With grateful heart and voice make known His goodness and his power. 2 Enter his courts with joy ; With fear address the 'Lord ; 'Twas he, who formed us with his hand, And quickened by his word. 3 His hands provide our food, And every blessing give ; We're guarded by Ins daily care, And on his bounty live. 4 Good is the Lord our God ; His truth and mercy sure ; And while eternity shall last, His promises endure. 102 First Part. L. M. Dunstan. Compassion of God for the Distressed. 1 nOWN from his lofty throne on high He looked — the Lord the world surveyed, He saw the race in ruin lie, He pitied — and his grace displayed. HB PSALMS. 2 He hears the groaning prisoner's voice, He hears the suppliant's trembling breath : From bonds released, the slaves rejoice ; lie frees the captives doomed to death! f 3 Let Zion now his name repeat. His church his wunders shall record. Till kingdoms, crowding round his seat. Own him their Saviour, and their Lord. 102 Second Part. LH. Bath. Human Ftailty and Divine Immutability. 1 SWIFT as declining shadows pass. Our days in quick succession fly : And. transient as the withering grass. Amid our youthful hopes we die. ** "2 But thou, our Saviour, shall endure. Thy years unchanged, eternal Lord ! Thy grace through every age is sure, And linn the promise of thy word. 102 Third Part. L. M, Bath. 1 IT is the Lord, our Saviour's hand Impairs our strength amid the race : Disease and death, at his command, Arrest us, and cut short our days. A* %2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray. Nor let our sun go down at noon : Thy years are one eternal day. And must thy children die so soon ? 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief. This thought our sorrows shall assuage mf • Our Father and our Saviour lives ; Thou art the same through every age.' 4 Before thy face, thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign: f This fading world shall they survive," And rise to glorious life again. PSALM?. 179 109 1 WHEN Do thou, great God ! attend ; Oh let my cry ascend. 2 Hide no:. O Lord, thy glorious lace, In rep (fiata ■r, and when I call, My sorrows soon redress. 3 My days, just hastening to their end, Mr bes Ke withers . waning lustre fade. N : ' :. ...- .- -". .. :.. F: : :.. ..:: : : ;..^ s: . s;. I 0 '2 mi Part. C. M. St Martins 1 THRO' endless years, thou art the same, A_ anteous arch of hei ith matchless skill was ma m9 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of thi. . ges shine, With undiminished i 102 Sixth Part. C M. Patmes. II 1 LET Behold the |how«m1 hoar: r God hath heard her mourning voice, And conies t* exalt his p»< 180 PSALMS. — 2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in his eyes : < Those ruins shall be built again, f And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there : Nations shall bow before his name, > And kings attend with fear. — 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, P With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. — 5 He frees the soul condemned to death ; Nor, when his saints complain, mf Shall it be said that praying breath Was ever spent in vain. — 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, f That ages yet unborn may read, And praise, and trust the Lord. 102 Seventh Part. C. M.. Wachusett. Divine Aid implored in Times of Extremity. mp 1 HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die : Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry ? 2 As on some lonely building's top, The sparrow tells her moan — Far from the tents of joy and hope, I sit and grieve alone. mf 3 But thou forever art the same, p O my eternal God ! mf Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. f f '4 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. , PSALMS. 181 — 5 He hears his saints — he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doomed to die, f And fills their tongues with praise. 102 Eighth Part. 7s. Norwich 1 HEAR my prayer, Jehovah, hear ! Listen to my humble cries*: See the day oi* trouble near, Heavy on my soul it lies. 2 Hide not, then, thy gracious face, When the storm around me falls: Hear me, O thou God of grace, In the time thy servant calls. mf ''3 Earth and hell their censures pour, Madly rasre against my soul : When my God appears no more, Who their fury can control ? *£ 4 Hide not, then, thy gracious face, When the storm around me falls : Hear me, O thou God of grace, Hear me when thv servant calls. 103 First Part. L. M. Uxbridge. The Goodness and Mercy of God celebrated. 1 ' 1 gLESS, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; Let all the powers within me join, In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace : His favors claim thy highest praise : Let not the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot. mp 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done : He owns the ransom — and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. f 4 Let every land his power confess, Let all the earth adore his grace : My heart and tongue with rapture join, In work and worship so divine. 16 182 PSALMS. 103 Second Part. L. M. Dunstan. ? ' 1 HIGH o'er the heavens — supreme — alone, Th' eternal Lord prepares his throne : O'er all his kingdom he'll extend, Beyond a limit or an end. 2 Bless ye the Lord — his glories tell, Ye angels, who in might excel, Who do his will — who hear his voice, And in his high commands rejoice. 3 Bless ye the Lord — proclaim his state, Ye heavenly hosts, who round him wait, Quick to perforin his acts of might, His pleasure your supreme delight. 4 Bless ye the Lord, his works around ! Creation, with his praise resound ! My soul, the general chorus join, And bless the Lord in songs divine. 103 Third Part. L. M. Rothwell ' f 1 MY soul, inspired with sacred love, God's holy name forever bless ; Of all his favors mindful prove, And still thy grateful thanks express. p 2 The Lord abounds with tender love, And unexampled acts of grace ; His wakened wrath does slowly move, mf His willing mercy flies apace. 3 As far as 'tis from east to west. So far has he our sins removed, > Who, with a father's tender breast, — Has such as fear him always loved. f 4 Let every creature jointly bless The mighty Lord ; — and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, And in this concert bear thy part. 103 Fourth Part. L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hy 1 1 1 THE Lord ! how wondrous are his ways ) How firm his truth ! — how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. PSALMS. 183 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starr y heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far has nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. p 4 How slowly does his wrath arise — f On swifter wings salvation flies — — Or, if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn ! f 5 His everlasting love is sure To all his saints — and shall endure ; From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. 103 Fifth Part. L. M. Duke Street 1 MY soul, with humble fervor raise To God the voice of grateful praise ; Let every mental power combine, To bless his attributes divine. 2 Deep on my heart let memory trace His acts of mercy and of grace ; Who, with a father's tender care, Saved me, when sinking in despair ; — m*" 3 Gave my repentant soul to prove The joy of his forgiving love ; — Poured balm into my bleeding breast, > And led my weary feet to rest. 103 Sixth Part. S. M. Hudson. f ' 1 OH ! bless the Lord, my soul, Let all within me join," And aid mv tongue to bless his name, Whose favors'are divine. 2 Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 184 PSALMS. 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 ransomed from the grave ; He, who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives the sufferers rest : The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for the oppressed. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known ; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. f 7 Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul, Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine. 103 Seventh Part. S. M. Dover, 1 OH bless the Lord, my soul ! His grace to thee proclaim : And all that is within me join To bless his holy name. 2 Oh bless the Lord, my soul; His mercies bear in mind ; Forget not all his benefits : The Lord to thee is kind. mp 3 He will not always chide ; He will with patience wait ; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. 4 He pardons all thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath; - He healeth thy infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. f 5 Then bless his holy name, Whose grace hath made thee whole ; Whose loving kindness crowns thy days ; Oh bless the Lord, my soul ! PSALMS. 185 103 Eighth Part. S. M. St. Thomas. 1 MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. f 3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 103 Ninth Part. S. M. Bethany. 1 THE pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel — He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath ; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. P 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ! When blasting winds" sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. mf 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. 103 Tenth Part. S. M. St. Thomas. » i 1 THE Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fixed his throne on high, O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 16* 186 PSALMS. 3 Ye heavenly hosts, who wait The orders of your King, Who guard his churches when they pray, Oh join the praise we sing. 4 And while his wondrous works Through his vast kingdom show Their Maker's glory — thou, my soul, Shalt sing his praises too. 104 First Part. L. M. Bath. Praise to God the Creator. f ■"• JVL^ sou^ tnv great Creator praise ; When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 How strange thy works ! how great thy skill, While every land thy riches fill : Thy wisdom round the world we see — This spacious earth is full of thee. ™p 3 How awful are thy glorious ways ! Thou, Lord, art dreadful in thy praise; < Yet humble souls may seek thy face, mf And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 104 Second Part. L. M. Nazareth. 1 LONG as I live, all-bounteous Lord! My song thy glories shall record ; Thy praise, my God, shall fill the strain, While life or being shall remain. mp 2 Sweet are the thoughts which fill my breast, When on thy various works they rest : mf God, my Creator, lifts my voice : In God, my Saviour, I rejoice ! — 3 Soon shall his arm his foes dismay, And sweep the guilty race away : And while his church his power adore, > The wicked sink to rise no more. mf* 4 Then, O my soul, Jehovah bless, His providence and grace confess : f Let all his works their tribute raise, And triumph in Jehovah's praise. PSALMS. 187 104 Third Part. L. M. Winchester. 1 GREAT is the Lord !— what tongue can frame An honor equal to his name ? How awful are his glorious ways ! The Lord is dreadful in his praise ! 2 The world's foundations by his hand Were laid, and shall forever stand ; The swelling billows know their bound, While to his praise they roll around. 3 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord ! All nature rests upon thy word ; And clouds, and storms," and fire obey Thy wise and all-controlling sway. 4 Thy glory, fearless of decline, Thy glory, Lord, shall ever shine ; Thy praise shall still our breath employ, Till we shall rise to endless joy. 105 First Part. CM. Stephens. Exhoriaiicn to Praise. » i 1 QH render thanks, and bless the Lord, Invoke his sacred name; Acquaint the nations with his deeds, His matchless deeds proclaim. 2 Sing to his praise in lofty hymns, His wondrous works rehearse ; Make them the theme of your discourse, And subject of your verse. 3 Rejoice in his almighty name, Alone to be adored ; And let their hearts o'erflow with joy, Who humbly seek the Lord. 105 Second Part. CM. Nottingham. The Faithfulness of God celebrated. I ' 1 JEHOVAH is the Lord our God ! Then let his church adore: His justice o'er the earth abroad Shall all his judgments pour. 188 PSALMS. 2 Once his eternal oath he sware To Abraham and his race ; And placed his laws and statutes there, The types of richer grace. 3 His covenant, in his changeless mind, Stands like himself secure; f His church, through every age, shall find His word of promise sure. 105 Third Part. C. M. Marlow. ! ' 1 GIVE thanks to God— invoke his name, And tell the world his grace ; Sound through the earth his deeds of fame, That all may seek his face. 2 His covenant, which he kept in mind, For numerous ages past. To numerous ages yet behind In equal force shall last. 3 He swore to Abraham and his seed, And made the blessing sure : Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truth endure. f M4 Then let the world forbear its rage, The church renounce her fear ; Israel shall live through every age, And be th' Almighty's care. 106 First Part. L. M. Danvers. God praised for his Works of Goodness and Mercy. mf 1 QH render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ; Whose mercy firm, through ages past, Has stood, and shall forever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast — but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ? mp 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; When thou return'st to set them free, mf Let thy salvation visit me. PSALMS. 189 f 4 Oh render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ; Whose mercy firm, through ages past, Has stood, and shall forever last. 106 Second Part. L. M. Bath. mf ? f i TO God the great, the ever blest, Let songs of honor be addressed ; His mercy firm forever stands ; Give him the thanks his love demands. — 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise ? — Blest are the souls that fear thee still, And pay their duty to thy will. 3 Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed ; And with the same salvation bless The meanest suppliant of thy grace. mf 4 Oh mav I see thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice : This is my glory, Lord, to be Joined to thy saints, and near to thee. 107 First Part. L. M. Lowell. Providential Goodness celebrated. 1 rjJJVE thanks to God — he reigns above ; Kind are his thoughts — his name is love ; His mercy ages past have known, And ageslong to come shall own. 2 He feeds and clothes us all the way ; He guides our footsteps, lest we stray; He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heavenly land. f 3 Oh let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness'of the Lord ! How great his works ! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. 190 PSALMS. 107 Second Part. C. M. Litchfield. 1 HOW are thy servants blest ! O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. < 3 When, by the dreadful tempest, borne f High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. p 4 The storm is laid — the winds retire, Obedient to thy will ; < The sea, that roars at thy command, > At thy command is still. — 5 In midst of danger, fear, and death, Thy goodness we'll adore ; f We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, p And humbly hope for more. 107 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's ' ' 1 OH praise the Lord — for he is good, In him we rest obtain ; His mercy has through ages stood, And ever shall remain. 2 Let all the people of the Lord His praises spread around ; Let them his grace and love record, Who have salvation found. 3 Now let the east in him rejoice, The west its tribute bring, The north and south lift up their voice In honor of their King. 4 Oh praise the Lord — for he is good, In him we rest obtain ; His mercy has through ages stood, And ever shall remain. PSALMS. 19J 107 / Fourth Part. 7s. PleyeVsHymn 1 OH that men their songs would raise, All his goodness to declare ! All Jehovah's wonders praise, Wonders which their children share ! 2 Where his holy altars rise, Let his saints adore his name ; There present their sacrifice, There with joy his works proclaim. 108 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred. General Praise to God. 1 ~\TY heart is fixed on thee, my God, Thy sacred truth I'll spread abroad ; My soul shall rest on thee alone, And make thy loving-kindness known. 2 Awake my glory — wake my lyre, To songs of praise my tongue inspire ; With morning's earliest dawn arise, And swell your music to the skies. 3 With those who in thy grace abound, I'll spread thy fame the earth around ; • Till every land, with thankful voice, Shall in thy holy name rejoice. 108 Second Part! CM. Berwick. 1 O GOD, my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name ; My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, Shall celebrate thy fame. 2 To all the listening tribes, O Lord, Thy wonders 1 will tell ; And to those nations shiH" thy praise, That round about us cTwell. 3 Thy mercy, in its boundless height, The highest heaven transcends ; And far beyond th' aspiring clouds Thy faitliful truth extends. 192 PSALMS. f 4 Be thou, O God, exalted high Ahove the starry frame ; And let the world, with one consent, Confess thy glorious nfune. 108 Third Part. C. M. Howard's. 1 AWAKE, my soul, to sound his praise, Awake, my "harp, to sing ; Join, all my powers, the song to raise, And morning incense bring. 2 Among the people of his care, And through the nations round, Glad songs of praise will I prepare, And there his name resound. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the starry frame ; Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad, And teach the world thy name. 4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice, And throng thy courts above ; While sinners hear thy pardoning voice, And taste redeeming love. 110 First Part. L. M. Appleton. Christ exalted as a King and Saviour. t ' 1 ^HUS God, the eternal Father, spake To Christ the Son— "Ascend and sit At my right hand, till I shall make Thy foes submissive at thy feet. 2 From Zion shall thy word proceed ; Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, And bow their wills to thy command. 3 That day shall show thy power is great, Whensaints shall flock with willing minds; And sinners crowd thy temple-gate, Where holiness in beauty shines." f 4 0 blessed power ! O glorious day ! How large a victory shall ensue ! And converts, who thy grace obey, Exceed the drops of morning dew. PSALMS. 193 110 Second Part. CM. Medford. 1 ' 1 JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near thy Father sit ; In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy gospel do ! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy sovereign grace. 3 Jesus, our priest, forever lives To plead for us above ; Jesus, our king, forever gives The blessings of his love. 4 God shall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain; bhall strike the powers and princes dead, Who dare oppose his reign. Ill First Part. CM. Marlow. The Works and Grace of God celebrated. ? ' * gOXGS of immortal praise belong To my almighty God ; He has my heart— and lie my tongue, To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought ! How glorious in our sight ! And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure : The orders that his lips pronounce lo endless years endure. Ill Second Part. C. M. Medford. f ' 1 GREAT is the Lord-his works of miled saints unite lneir harmony of tongues. 194 PSALMS. 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord! He gives his children food ; And ever mindful of his word, He makes his promise good. 3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came To seal his covenant sure ; p Holy and reverend is his name, — His ways are just and pure. f 4 Great is the Lord — his works of might Demand our noblest songs ; Oh let th' assembled saints" unite Their harmony of tongues. 112 First Part. L. M. Ralston. Blessedness of fearing and obeying God. 1 ' 1 TPHAT man is blest, who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law ; His seed on earth shall be renowned, And with successive honors crowned. 2 The soul, that's filled with virtue's light, > Shines brightest in affliction's night ; — His conscience bears his courage up, < He sees in darkness beams of liope. — 3 Beset with threatening dangers round. Unmoved shall he maintain nis ground ; p The sweet remembrance of the just > Shall flourish, when he sleeps in dust. 112 Second Part. L. M. Uxbridge. ' f 1 THRICE happy man ! who fears the Lord, Loves his commands — and trusts his word : Honor and peace his days attend. And blessings on his seed descend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclined ; He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them not to be repaid. 3 His soul, well fixed upon the Lord, Draws heavenly courage from his word ; Amid the darkness liglit shall rise, To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes. PSALMS. 195 4 He hath dispersed his alms abroad, His works are still before his God ; His name on earth shall long remain, Nor shall his hope of heaven be vain. 112 Third Part. C. M. Corinth 1 HAPPY is he who fears the Lord, And follows his commands ; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 2 Aspity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need; So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. 3 In times of danger and distress, Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 4 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord ; Honor on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward. 113 First Part. L. M. 61 St. Helen's. Exhortation to universal Praise. 1 V~E saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his name record ; His sacred name forever bless : Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams or setting rays, Due praise to his great name address. 2 God, through the world, extends his sway ! The regions of eternal day But shadows of his glory are : To him whose majesty excels. Who made the heaven wherein he dwells, Let no created power compare. 113 Second Part. L. M. Stonefield. t 1 O ALL ye people — shout and sing Hosannas to your heavenly King ; Where'er the sun's bright glories shine, Ye nations, praise his name divine. 196 PSALMS. 2 High on his everlasting throne, He reigns almighty ana alone ; Yet we, on earth, with angels share > His kind regard — his tender care. f 3 Rejoice, ye servants of the Lord, Spread wide Jehovah's name abroad ; Oh praise our God — his power adore, From age to age — from shore to shore. 116 First Part. CM. Barby Thankful Acknowledgment of God's Goodness. Aff 1 T LOVE the Lord — he heard my cries, And pitied every groan ; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord — he bowed his ear, And chased my grief away : Oh let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray. 3 The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bade my pains remove ; Return, my soul, to God, thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 116 Second Part. CM. Dundee. Aff 1 WHAT shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ? — My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints, that fill thine house, My offering shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. PSALMS. 197 5 Now 1 am thine — forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand has'loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record ; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 117 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred. Exhortation to universal Praise. t 1 pROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise : Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land — by every tongue. > 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; f Eternal truth attends thy word ; ff Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 117 Second Part. C. M. Tallis* Chant. f 1 O ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with a different tongue ; In everv language learn his word, And let his name be sung. P 2 His mercy reigns through every land— f Proclaim his grace abroad : Forever firm his truth shall stand- s' Praise ye the faithful God. 117 Third Part. C. ML Tallis' Chant. f 1 WITH cheerful notes, let all the earth To heaven their voices raise ; Let all, inspired with godly mirth, Sing solemn hymns of praise. P 2 God's tender mercy knows no bound ; < His truth shall ne'er decay ; f Then let the willing nations round Their grateful tribute pay. 198 PSALMS. 117 Fourth Part. CM. Colchester. f 1 O ALL ye nations, praise tlie Lord, His glorious acts proclaim ; The fulness of his grace record, And magnify his name. 2 His love is great — his mercy sure — And faithful is his word ; His truth forever shall endure ; Forever praise the Lord! 117 Fifth Part. S. M. Clapton. f 1 THY name, almighty Lord. Shall sound through distant lands ; Great is thy grace — and sure thy word ; Thy truth forever stands. 2 Far be thine honor spread. And long thy praise endure, Till morning light, and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more. 117 Sixth Part. S. M. SoutJtfield f 1 LET songs of endless praise From every nation rise : Let all the lands their tribute raise, To God, who rules the skies. p 2 His mercy and his love < Are boundless as his name ; f And all eternity shall prove His truth remains the same. 117 Seventh Part. 7ft. Lincoln. f 1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord. All ye lands, your voices raise ; Heaven and earth, with loud accord, Praise the Lord— forever praise. 2 For his truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of his right hand, Like his own eternity. PSALMS. 199 3 Praise him, ye who know his love ; Praise him, from the depths beneath ; Praise him in the heights above ; Praise your Maker, all that breathe ! 118 First Part. L. M. Rothwell. Exaltation of the divine Saviour. M 1 A LL power and grace to God belong ; 1^ He is my strength— and he my song: He comes, my Saviour — from his throne, He comes to bring salvation down. 2 Lo ! rising from the tents of men, The voice of joy resounds again : His saints with him the triumph claim, And shout salvation to his name. 3 His own right hand its strength displays, In acts of valor and of grace : The cross, the tomb, the throne, declare How vast his power and glory are. 4 For us he conquers — though he dies : Behold the mighty Saviour rise ! His saints with him the triumph claim, And shout salvation to his name. 118 Second Part. C. M. Lutzen. Christ the Author of Salvation. ' ' 1 LO, what a glorious corner stone The builders did refuse ! Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews. 2 Great God, the work is all divine, The wonder of our eyes! This is the day, that proves it thine, This day did Jesus rise. 3 Sinners, rejoice — and saints, be glad ; The Saviour's name be blest ; Let endless honors on his head, With joy, and glory, rest. 200 PSALMS. 4 In God's own name, he comes to bring Salvation to our race : Oh let the church address her King, With holy songs of praise. 118 Third Part. CM. Colchester. Celebration of Christ's Resurrection. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice — let earth be glad, And praise surround his throne. 2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son ; p Help us, O Lord — descend and bring — Salvation from thy throne. 4 Blest be the Lord — who comes to men With messages of grace ; Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. f 5 Hosanna in the highest strains, The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. 118 Fourth Part. CM. Arlington. Thankful Acknowledgment of divine Aid. \ f 1 THE Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid Of what the sons of earth can do, Since he affords me aid. wp 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to trust in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend* PSALMS. 201 f 3 'Tis through the Lord, my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice : While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice ! > 4 Jov to the saints, and peace belongs— — The Lord protects their days: f Let Zion tune immortal songs To his almighty grace. 118 Fifth Part. CM.- Dedham. 1 LORD, thou hast heard thy servants crv, And rescued from the grave ; Now shall we live— for none can die, W horn God resolves to save. 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill our dailv breath ; > Thy hand, that hath chastised us sore, f Defends us still from death. 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we will worship there ; To thine own house, with joy we'll go, Thy mercy to declare. 4 Here, with th' assembly of thy saints, Our cheerful voice we raise ; Here we have told thee our complaints — And here we speak thy praise. 118 Sixth Part. C. M. St. Ann's. Christ the Foundation of his Church. 1 ' 1 BEHOLD the sure foundation stone, Which God in Ziou lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise. 2 Chosen of God— to sinners dear- Let saints adore the name : They trust their whole salvation here, IS or shall they suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain ; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. > 202 PSALMS. 4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise : 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. 118 Seventh Part. S. M. St. Thomas. First Choir. ' I 1 SEE what a living stone The builders did refuse ; — Second Choir. Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews. First Choir. 2 The scribe and angrv priest Reject thine only Son: — Second Choir. Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner-stone. Congregation. f 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes ; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. First Choir. ' f 4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made : — Second Choir. Let us rejoice — and sing — and pray — Let all the church be glad. First Choir. 5 Hosanna to the King, Of David's royal blood : — Second Choir. Bless him, ye saints — he comes to bring Salvation from your God. Congregation. f 6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays ; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise. 118 Eighth Part. 8s &, 7s. Sicilian Hymn. Praise to Christ, the Author of Salvation. 1 CROWN his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, 'With compassion never ceasing, Comes, salvation to proclaim ! PSALMS. 203 2 Lo ! Jehovah, we adore thee ! — Thee, our Saviour ! — thee, our God ! From thy throne, let beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own ; Highest honors, never failing, Kise eternal round thy throne. 4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore : For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. Hallelujah, Amen. 119 First Part. L. M. Windham. Departures from God deplored. Aff 1 \yE a^' O Lord, have gone astray, And wandered from thy heavenly way: The wilds of sin our feet have trod, Far from the paths of thee our God. 2 Hear us, great Shepherd of thy sheep! Our wanderings heal — our footsteps keep : We seek thy sheltering fold again ; Nor shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain. 3 Teach us to know and love thy way ; And grant, to life's remotest day, <: By thine unerring guidance led, mf Our willing feet thy paths may tread. 119 Second Part. CM. Medford. The Blessedness of fearing and obeying God. ' f 1 BLEST are the undented in heart, Whose wars are right and clean ; Who never from thy law depart, But fly from every sin. 2 Blest are the men, that keep thy word, And practise thy commands ; With tneir whole heart they seek thee, Lord, And serve thee with their hands. 204 PSALMS. mP 3 Great is their peace, who love thy law; f How firm their souls abide ! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. 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. 119 Third Part. CM. Medfield. Communion with God. Aff 1 TO thee, before the dawning light, My gracious God, I pray ; I meditate thv name by night, And keep thy law by day. p 2 My spirit faints to see thy grace — f Thy promise bears me up ; And while salvation long delays, Thy word supports my hope. — 3 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind ; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find. 119 Fourth Part. CM. Dundee. Delight in God and his Word. mf 1 THOU art my portion, O my God ; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice ; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 Thy precepts and thy heavenly grace I set before my eyes ; Thence I derive' my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. mP 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways ; — Then turn my feet to thy commands, > And trust thy pardoning grace. PSALMS. 205 5 Now I am thine — forever thine — p Oh save thy servant, Lord ! f Thou art my shield — my hiding place — My hope i"s in thy word. 119 Fifth Part. CM. Litchfield. 1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin ? Thy word the choicest rules imparts, To keep the conscience clean. 2 ?Tis like the sun — a heavenly light, That guides us all the day*: And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 3 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; I hate the sinner's r I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God. 4 Thv word is everlasting truth, How pure is every page ! — That holy hook shall guide our youth, And well support our age. 119 Sixth Part. CM. Warwick. 1 OH how I love thy holy law ! 'Tis daily my delight." And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day, To meditate thy word: My soul with longing melts away. To hear thy gospel, Lord. 3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, And well employ my tongue, And through my weary pilgrimage, Yield me a heavenly song. 4 When nature sinks — and spirits droop — Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. 206 PSALMS. 119 Seventh Part. CM. Barby. 1 LOrlD, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage ; . . < There shall my noblest powers rejoice, mf My warmest thoughts engage. — 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove With ever new delight. 3 'Tis like a land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise ; < Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, mf And hidden glory lies. — 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest ; < Our fairest hope beyond the grave, Len And our eternal rest. 119 Eighth Part. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 LORD, I am thine— thy truth I own, Thy righteous precepts love : In mercy to my soul, send down Salvation from above. 2 The wicked stand on every side, And my destruction seek ; But in thy laws will I abide, And of thy judgments speak. 3 I love the company of those Who worship thee in fear, Obey thy word— observe thy laws, And hold thy precepts dear, mf 4 At morn— at noon— at night, I'll praise, O Lord, thy sacred name : f With joy my thankful voice I'll raise, Thy goodness to proclaim. 119 Ninth Part. CM. Howard's. 1 OH that thy statutes every hour Might dwell upon my mind ! Thence I derive a quickening power, > And daily peace 1 find. PSALMS. 207 mP 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ ; < My soul shall ne'er forget thy word, mf Thy word is all my joy. — 3 How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From sin and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large ! f 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name ; ff I'll speak thy word, though kings shall hear, Nor yield to sinful shame. 119 Tenth Part. CM. St. Austin's. Aff 1 BEHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear ; Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there. 2 Hast thou not sent salvation down, And promised quickening grace ? Doth not my heart address thy throne ? > And yet thy love delays. — 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail ; Oh ! bear thy servant up ; Nor let the scoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord ? Then let thy truth appear : mf Saints shall rejoice in my reward, And trust as well as fear. 119 Eleventh Part. C. M. Litchfield. Aff 1 OH that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still ! Oh that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will ! 2 Oh send thy Spirit down, to write Thy law upon my heart ; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. 208 PSALMS. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desire arise Within this soul of mine, 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere ; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. p 5 My soul hath gone too far astray — My feet too often slip : — Yet since I keep in mind thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep. 6 Make me to walk in thy commands — mf 'Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands Offend against my God. 119 Twelfth Part. C. M. Dedham. 1 WITH my whole heart I've sought thy face ; Oh let me never stray From thy commands, O God of grace ; Nor tread the sinner's way. 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart, To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard From every rising sin. 3 I'm a companion of the saints, Who fear and love the Lord ; My sorrows rise — my nature faints, When men transgress thy word. 4 My heart with sacred reverence hears The threatenings of thy word ; My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord. 5 My God, I long — I hope — I wait For thy salvation still ; Thy holy law is my delight, And 1 obey thy will. PSALMS. 209 119 Thirteenth Part. CM. Medfield. 1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send ; My soul for thy salvation faints ; When will my troubles end ? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod ; Affliction made me learn thy law, And live upon my God. 3 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight, Had sunk among the dead. 4 Before I knew thy chastening rod, My feet wrere apt to stray ; mf But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. 119 Fourteenth Part. CM. Litchfield. Aff 1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust ; Lord, give me life divine ; From vain desires, and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine. 2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray. 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, And thou a faithful God ? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road ? 4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face ? And yet, how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace ! f 5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord. 18* 210 PSALMS. 119 Fifteenth Part. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord ; How good thy works appear ! Open my eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. 2 Since I'm a stranger here below Let not thy path be hid ; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide. 3 When I confessed my wandering ways, Thou heard'st my soul complain ; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. 4 If God to me his statutes show, And heavenly truth impart, His work forever I'll pursue, His law shall rule my heart. 119 Sixteenth Part. CM. London. mf 1 MY hiding-place, my refuge-tower, And shield art thou— O Lord ! f I firmly anchor all my hopes On thy unerring word. — 2 According to thy gracious word, From danger set me free ; Nor make me of those hopes ashamed, That I repose on thee. 3 On me, devoted to thy fear, Lord, make thy face to shine : Thy statutes both to know and keep My heart with zeal incline. mf 4 My hiding-place, my refuge-tower, And shield art thou — O Lord ! f I firmly anchor all my hopes On thy unerring word. 119 Seventeenth Part. S. M. Dover. 1 WITH humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I pray : Oh ! bring me now, while I am young, To thee, the living way. PSALMS. 211 2 Make an unguarded youth The object of thy care ; Help me to choose the way of truth, And fly from every snare. 3 Mv heart, to folly prone, Kenevv' by power divine ; Unite it to thyself alone, And make me wholly thine. 4 Oh ! let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ ; Be this, through all my following days, My treasure and my jo}r. 5 To what thy laws impart Be my whole soul inclined ; Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart, And sanctify my mind. 121 First Part. L. M. Ralston. God's guardian Care of his People. f * H^ nves — tne everlasting God, [flood ; Who built the world — who spread the The heavens, with all their host, he made, > And the dark regions of the dead. mf 2 He guides our feet — he guards our way ; His morning smiles adorn the day ; He spreads the evening veil — and keeps > The silent hours, while Israel sleeps. mf 3 Israel — a name divinely blest, May rise secure — securely rest : Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. f 4 Long as I live, I'll trust his power ; Len Then in my last, departing hour, mf Angels, that trace the airy road, mP Shall bear me homeward to my God. 121 Second Part. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid ; The Lord, who built the earth and sklei, Is my perpetual aid. 212 PSALMS. 2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall, Whom he designs to keep ; His ear attends their humble call, His eyes can never sleep. f 3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord ; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 4 He guards thy soul — he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come ; Go and return, secure from death, Till God shall call thee home. 121 Third Part. H. M. DanveWs. M 1 TO God I lift mine eyes, From him is all my aid ; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made : God is the tower His grace is nigh To which I fly : | In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep That never sleep, When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there : Thou art my sun, To guard my head And thou my shade, | By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death ? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath : I'll go and come, Till from on high Nor fear to die, Thou call me home. PSALMS 213 122 First Part. CM. Howard's. Delight in the Sabbath and Temple of God. mf ^ H^^ ^ m^ neart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, 1 In Zion let us all appear, 1 And keep the solemn day !' 2 I love her gates — I love the road ; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, > To show his milder face. — 3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, The holy tribes repair : The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints, And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. P 5 Peace be within this sacred place, — And joy a constant guest ; With holy gifts, and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest ! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life, or breath remains ; f Here my best friends, my kindred dwell, Here God, my Saviour, reigns. 122 Second Part. C. M. Warwick. 1 WITH ioy we hail the sacred day, Which God has called his own ; With joy the summons we obey, To worship at his throne. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! Where willing votaries throng mP To breathe the humble fervent prayer — f And pour the choral song. — 3 Spirit of grace ! oh deign to dwell Within thy church below ; Make her in holiness excel, < With pure devotion glow. ' Up, I And 214 PSALMS. p 4 Let peace within her walls be found — — Let all her sons unite. To spread with grateful zeal around, < Her clear and shining light. — 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day, Which thou hast called thine own ; mf With joy the summons we obey, To worship at thy throne. 122 Third Part. C. M. Mear. 1 OH 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say, Israel, to the temple haste, ad keep your festal day !' 2 At Salem's courts we must appear, With our assembled powers, In strong and beauteous order ranged, Like her united towers. mP 3 Oh pray we then for Salem's peace — — For they shall prosperous be, Thou holy city ot our God, Who bear true love to thee. mp 4 May peace within thy sacred walls A constant guest be found ; — With plenty and prosperity J" Thy palaces be crowned. 122 Fourth Part. C. P. M. Kew. 1 THE festal morn, my God, is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore : My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend, And tread the hallowed floor. 2 With holy joy I bail the day, That warns my thirsting soul away ; What transports fill my breast! For, Jo ! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds th(3 everlasting door, And leads me to his rest ! PSALMS. 215 3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither .bring ; f Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail tli' immortal King. 122 Fifth Part. S. P. M. Bethel ' ' 1 HOW pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry, ' Come, let us seek our God to-day V Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion — thrice happy place — Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round: In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's greater Son Has fixed his royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment here : He bids the saints be glad, He makes the sinners sad. And humble souls rejoice with fear. p 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, — To bless the soul of every guest : The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! 5 My tongue repeats her vow-, p ' Peace to this sacred house !' — For here my friends a-]d kindred dwell: And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, Mv soul shall ever love thee well. 123 7s. Turin. Humble Waiting on God for Spiritual Strength. P 1 J^ORD, before thy throne we bend ; Now to thee our eyes ascend : 216 PSALMS. Servants to our Master true, mf Lo ! we yield thee homage due : — P Children, to thy throne we fly, i 3 Deal gently, Lord, with those, Whose faith and holy fear, nrf Whose hope, and love, and every grace, Proclaim their hearts sincere. 126 C. Jl Litchfield. 1 \VHEN God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, 33 v rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess ; f My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 Great is the work ! — my neighbors cried, And owned thy power divine; Great is the work ! — my heart replied, And be the glory thine. — 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night ; .Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. raP 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come ; — They shall confess their sheaves are great, f And shout the blessings home. 127 First Part. L. M. Uxbridge. The divine Blessing necessary to Success. ' i 1 TF God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost ; If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What though we rise before the sun, And work, and toil, when day is done, Careful and sparing eat our bread, To shun that poverty we dread; — 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest ; He can make rich, yet give us rest ; On God, our sovereign, still depends Our ioy in children and in friends. 19 218 PSALMS 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends ! How swec Bestowed How sweet our daily comforts prove, by his paternal love f 127 Second Part. C. M. Nottingham. H 1 IF God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain ; And towns, without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies, Your tiresome toil pursue. 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare, In vain, till God has blest ; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest. 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love. 127 Third Part. 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 VAINLY through night's weary hours, Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ; Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, But for God's protecting arm. 2 Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless ; Vain, without his grace and favor, Every talent we possess. 3 Vainer still the hope of heaven, That on human strength relies ; But to him shall help be" given, Who in humble faith applies. 4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed, He shall grant us peace and rest ; Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, Who through Christ his prayer addressed PSALMS. 219 128 C. M. Ormond. Blessedness of obeying and serving God. 1 QH happy man, whose soul is filled With zeal and reverend awe ! His lips to God their honors yield, His life adorns thy law. 2 A careful providence shall stand, And ever guard his head ; Shall on the labors of his hand Its kindly blessings shed. 3 The Lord shall his best hopes fulfil, For months and years to come ; The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send the blessings home. 4 This is the man, whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase ; Shall see the mourning church arise, Then leave the world in peace. 130 First Part. L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. Mercy and Pardon penitently implored. 1 JTROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I raised my cry : If thou severely mark our faults, Oh ! who could stand before thine eye ? 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, , That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love — as well as fear. mf 3 My trust is fixed upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain : — Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. mf 4 Great is his love — and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son ; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. 220 PSALMS. 130 Second Part. C. M. Barby. Aff 1 OUT of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 2 Great God ! should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Be strict to mark iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. mf 3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree ; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. mp 4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord ; — raf With strong desires I wait ; — Mv soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate. f 5 In God the Lord let Israel trust, rap O sinners, seek his face ; — The Lord is good, as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. 139 Third Part. S. M. Little Marlboro9. Aff i FROM lowest depths of wo, To God I send my cry ; Lord, hear my supplicating voice, And graciously reply! 2 Shouldst thou severely judge, Who can the trial bear ? Forgive, O Lord, lest we despond, And quite renounce thy fear. 3 Mvsoul with patience waits For thee, the living Lord ; My hopes are on thy promise built, Thy never-failing word. 4 My longing eyes look out For thine enlivening ray, More duly than the morning watch To hail the dawning day. PSALMS. 221 f 5 Let Israel trust in God, No bounds his mercy knows ; The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succor flows. 131 First Part. C. M. Dundee. Resignation and Contentment. 1 TS there ambition in my heart ? — Search, gracious God, and see ; Or, do I act a haught}' part ? — P Lord, I appeal to thee. — 2 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye Sees for thy creature fit, I'll bless the good — and to the ill > Contentedly submit. < 3 Let not despair nor fell revenge >> Be to my bosom known ; Aff Oh give me tears for others' wo, > And patience for my own. — 4 Feed me, O Lord, with needful food: I ask not wealth, or fame ; But cive me eyes to view thy works, f A neart to praise thy name. — 5 Oh may my days obscurely pass, Without remorse or care ; And let me for my parting hour From day to day prepare. 131 Second Part. 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 LET thy grace, Lord, make me lowiy ; Humble all my swelling pride : Fallen, guilty, and unholy, Greatness from my eyes I'll hide : 2 I'll forbid my vain aspiring, Nor at earthly honors aim; No ambitious heights desiring, Far above my humble claim. 3 Weaned from earth's vexatious pleasures, In thy love I'll seek for mine ; Placed in heaven my nobler treasures, Earth I quietly resign. 19* 223 PSALMS. »f 4 Israel, thus the world despising, On the Lord alone rely ; Then, from him thy joys arising Like himself shall never die. 132 First Part. L. M. Dunstan The Church the Dwelling- Place of God. ' » 1 WHERE shall we go to seek and find A habitation for our God? A dwelling for the eternal mind, Among the sons of flesh and blood? 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill Of Zion for his ancient rest ; And Zion is his dwelling still ; His church is with his presence blest. 3 Here will he meet the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread ; Sinners, that wait before his door, With sweet provision shall be fed. 4 Here will 1 fix my gracious throne, And reign forever — saith the Lord : Here shall my power and love be known, And blessings shall attend my word. 132 Second Part. C. M. Marlow. mf ] ARISE ! O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest ; Lo ! thy church waits wit*i longing eyes Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word ; All tliat the ark did once contain, Could no such grace afford. mP 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, — Here let thy praise be spread : Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. mf 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine ; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine. PSALMS. 223 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. 133 First Part. C. M. Bowdoin. Excellence of Christian Unanimity and Love. 1 gPIRIT of peace! celestial Hovel How excellent thy praise ! No richer gift than Christian love Thy gracious power displays. dt>l 2 Sweet as the dew on herb and flower, That silently distils, At evening's soft and balmy hour, On Zion's fruitful hills : — 3 So, with mild influence from above, Shall promised grace descend, <: Till universal peace and love mf O'er all the earth extend. 133 Second Part. C. M. Arlington. 1 LO ! what an entertaining sight Those friendly brethren prove, Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite, Of harmony and love ! 2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring Descend to every soul ; And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole. 3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shows, And makes his grace distil, 133 Third Part. S. M. Haverhill. dol 1 BLEST are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one ; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 224 PSALMS. 2 Blest is the pious house, Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise — their mingle i vows, Make their communion sweet. 3 From those celestial springs Such streams of pleasure flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow. 4 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above ; mf Where joy, like morning dew, distils, > And all* the air is love. 133 Fourth Part. S. P. M. Dahton. 1 HOW pleasant Y Kindred and friend Each in his proper station moi e : And each fiilnl his part, With sympathizing In all the cares of lire and love! 2 Like fruitful showers of rain, That water all the plain, Descending from the neighboring hills ; Such streams of pleasure roll Through every friendly soul, Where love, like heavenly dew, distils. slum.] 1 34 S. M. St. Thomas. Praise to God for his Works. 1 JJEIIOLD his wondrous grace! And bless Jehovah's name : Ye servants of the Lord, his praise By day and night proclaim. 2 He formed the earth below, He formed the heavens his throne : His grace from Zion he'll bestow, And pour his blessings down. 3 Ye. who his courts attend, There lift your hands on high : And let your songs of praise ascend, In strains of sacred joy. 1 35 tnm Pjjkt. L. M. >:. ■.:-. . Exhortation to prmUc God. IT) - J e the Lord — exalt his name, While in his holy courts ye wait. Ye saints, that to his house Gelong. Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord — the Lord ■ good — : raise his name is sweet emp. Israel he chose of old, and still jurch is his peculiar joy. 185 - •vdPjlb: Corinth. it King, Your sweetest passions raise ; Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the pr ■f 2 Great is the Lord — and works unknown Are his divine employ ; — 5 .: still his saints are near his throne, :^^sure and lii- 3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand ; He bids the vapors rise ! < Lightning and storm, at his command, f Sweep through the sounding skies. — 4 All power that gods or kings have claimed, Is found with him alone ; But heathen gods shall ne'er be named, Where our Jehovah's known. nations, know the living God, B ve him with holy fear ; He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honors there, ] 3 J Thbd Pa*t. C. ML SL Martini. I I praise the Lord with one consent, And magnify his name ; Let all the servants of the Lord ffifl worthy praise proclaim. 1 or this our truest intere>: Glad hymns of praise to sing ; 22G PSALMS. And with loud songs to bless his name, A most delightful thing. 3 That God is great, we often have By glad experience found ; And seen how he, with wondrous power, Above all gods is crowned. f 4 Oh praise the Lord with one consent, And magnify his name ; Let all the servants of the Lord His worthy praise proclaim. 136 First Part. L. M. Brewer. Divine Goodness and Compassion celebrated. Semi-chorus. 1 (^j-IVE to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways ; Chorus. Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. Semi-chorus. 2 He built the earth — he spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high : Ch'.rus. His mercies ever shall endure, When suns and moons shall shine no more. Sen; i -chorus. 3 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: Choi us. Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. Semi -chorus. 4 Give to the Lord of lords renown ; The King of kings with glory crown: Clnrus. His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 136 Second Part. C. M. Ju^dea. Westford. Sola 1 GIVE thanks to God, the sovereign Lord, Chorus. His mercies still endure : Solo. And be the King of kings adored ; Chorus. His truth is ever sure. PSALMS. 227 Solo. 2 What wonders hath his wisdom done ! Chorus. How mighty is his hand! Solo. Heaven, earth, and sea he framed alone ; How wide is his command ! Solo. p 3 He saw the nations dead in sin : He felt his pity move : How sad the state the world was in ! Chorat. How boundless was his love ! Solo. — 4 He sent to save us from our wo ; His goodness never fails ; S : . From death and hell, and every foe ; Chorus. And still his grace prevails. f 5 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King ; His mercies still endure : Let all the earth his praises sing ; His truth is ever sure. 136 Third Part. Ts. Adullum. 1 LET us, with a joyful mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kinoV: -. For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. r Serai -chorus. 2 He, with all-commanding might, Filled the new-made world with light : For his mercies shall endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. . Solo cr Semi-chorus. 3 All things living he doth feed : His full hand supplies their need : For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Solo or Semi-chores. 4 He his chosen race did bless, In the wasteful wilderness : 2fg PSALMS. Chorus. For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. - Semi-chorus. 5 He hath, with a piteous eye. Looked upon our misery : Chorus. For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Chorus. ff 6 Let us then, with joyful mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind : For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 136 Fourth Part. H. M. Hancich. Semi-chorus. 1 GIVE thanks to God most high, The universal Lord : The sovereign King of kings: And be his grace adored. Chorus. Thv mercy, Lord, And ever sure Shall still endure, | Abides thy word. Semi- 2 How mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done! He formed the earth and seas, \nd spread the heavens alone. His power and -race And let his name Are still the same : Have endless praise. -ctam 3 He saw the nations lie, All perishing in sip, And pitied the sad state The ruined world was in. Chorus. Thv mercy, Lord, And ever sure Shall still endure : | Abides thy word. Semi -chorus. 4 He sent his only Son To save us from our wo, From Satan, sin. and death, And every hurtful foe. Chorus. His power and grace And let his name Are still the same, | Have endless praise. PSALMS. 229 5 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King ; And let the spacious earth, His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure Shall still endure ; Abides thy word. 137 First Part. 10s. Savannah. Lamenting the Desolations of Zion. 1 A LONG the banks where Babel's current flows, Our captive bands in deep despondence strayed, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. 2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, mf When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay, P In mournful silence — on the willows hung, Len And growing grief prolonged the tedious day. mf ' '3 Our hard oppressors, to increase our wo, With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. mp 4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown, Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ? — 0 hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory — sacred mount of praise ; — 5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame : My hand shall periih>and my voice shall cease. 137 Second Part. L. M. Sunderland. 1 WHEN we, our wearied limbs to rest, Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept — with doleful tuoughts oppressed, And Zion was our mournful theme. 2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings, neglected hung, On willow trees that withered there. 20 230 PSALMS. 3 How shall we tune our voice to sing, Or touch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy, to God our King, Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ? 4 O Salem, our once happy seat ! When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget The tuneful strings with art to move. mf 5 If I to mention thee forbear, Eternal silence seize my tongue ; > Or if I sing one cheerful air, f Till thy deliverance is my song. 137 Third Part. L. M. Danvers. 1 WHY, on the bending willows hung, Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string?— Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, And Zion's song denies to sing? 2 Awake !— thy sweetest raptures raise ; Let harp and voice unite their strains: < Thy promised King his sceptre sways ; f Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns ! — 3 No taunting foes the song require : No strangers mock thy captive chain : But friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, If other lands thy triumph share: < A heavenlv city claims thy song ; f A brighter Salem rises there. — 5 By foreign streams no lonsrer roain ; Nor, weeping, think of Jordan s Hood: < In every clime'behold a home, f In every temple see thy God. 137 Fourth Part. S. M. Pentonville. 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The church, our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. PSALMS. 231 2 I love thy church, O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. p 3 For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. — 4 Bevond my highest joy f prize her heavenly ways, ♦ Her sweet communion — solemn vows, f Her hymns of love and praise. — 5 Jesus, thou friend divine, Our Saviour, and our King, f Thv hand from every snare and foe, Shall great deliverance bring. ' ' 6 Sure as thy truth shall last, — To Zion shall be given f The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 138 L. M. Brewer. Praise for divine Protection. f 1 f 1 \ylTH all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praise' my Maker in my song ; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. P 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes ; He did my rising fears control, ™s And strength diffused through all my soul. — 3 Amid a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, Ancl keep my" dying faith alive. f 4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ; I'll sin£ the wonders of thy word ; Not all the works and names below, So much thy power and glory show. 232 PSALMS. 139 First Part, L. M. Lynn. Omniscience and Omnipresence of God. PIT ORD, thou hast searched and seen me thro', Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers^ 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known : He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand, On every side I find thy hand : mf Awake — asleep — at home — abroad, I am surrounded still with God. p 4 Amazing knowledge ! — vast and great ! f What large extent !— what lofty height ! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. Aff 5 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove — where er I rest ; Nor let my weaker passions dare Len Consent to sin — for God is there. 139 Second Part. L. M. Bath. 1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down ; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 2 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To leave thy service, and thy love — Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 3 If up to heaven I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st, enthroned in light ; Or sink to hell's infernal plains, 'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 4 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the sable wings of night, One glance from thee — one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. PSALMS. 233 5 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes ; Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way, As in the blazing noon of day. Aft 6 Search, O my God ! my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part ; Correct me, where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way. 139 Third Part. L. M. Bath. God our Creator and Preserver. 1 'TWAS from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame : In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Great God, my feeble nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise ; Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 3 These on my heart are still impressed ; With these I give mine eyes to rest ; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. 139 Fourth Part. C. M. Dundee. Omniscience and Omnipresence of God. Aft 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks — my private way?, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 20* 234 PSALMS. mf 4 Oh ! wondrous knowledge — deep and high ! > Where can a creature hide ? — Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclosed on every side. mf 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 139 Fifth Part. C. M. Spencer. 1 LORD, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown ? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne. 2 Should I suppress my vital breath, To 'scape the wrath divine ; Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 3 If, winged with beams of morning light, I fly bevond the west ; Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 4 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night; The flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn "the shades to light. 5 The beams of noon — the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee : Aff Oh may I ne'er provoke that power, From which I cannot flee. 139 Sixth Part. C. M. Medfield. God our Creator and Preserver. 1 WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey ; Lord, 'tis thy work — I own thy hand That built my humble clay. 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill ; And hourly blessings from thv hands, Thy thoughts of love reveal. PSALMS. 235 3 And when I count thy mercies <5'er, They fill me with surprise ; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. 4 These on my heart by night I keep ; How kind, how dear to me ! Oh ! may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee ! 139 Seventh Part. C. M. Dundee. 1 JEHOVAH, God ! thy gracious power On every hand we see ; Oh may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee ! 2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thv hand will there our journey lead, Thine arm our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies : Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon — till latest eve, Thy hand, O God, we see ; And all the blessings we receive, Proceed alone from thee. 5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend ; In every age — in every clime, Our Father and our Friend. 140 S. M. Hudson. Divine Protection acknowledged and implored. 1 JEHOVAH, God most high! Thou art the God I own : P Oh let my supplicating cry Be heard before thy throne. — 2 Great God, thy sovereign power Salvation can impart : Thy shield, in every dangerous hour, Has sheltered o'er my heart. 236 PSALMS. 3 Do thou my foes repel, Their dark designs restrain; f So shall the powers of earth or hell Assault my soul in vain. 141 L. M. Winchester. Daily Devotion. 1 TVJ Y God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense m thine house ; And let my nightly worship rise, Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word ; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path, where sinners lead. 3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wandering way ; Their gentle words, like ointment shed, < Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. mP 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; < And by my warm petitions, prove mf How much I prize'lheir faithful love. 143 L. M. Medway. Longing for Spiritual Light and Comfort. Aff ■*• JVL^ ri&nteous Judge — my gracious God, Hear, when 1 spread my hands abroad ; I cry for succor from thy throne, Oh! make thy truth and mercy known. 2 For thee I pray — for thee I mourn ; When wilt thou, gracious Lord, return ? Shall all my joys on earth remove ? Wilt thou forever hide thy love ? 3 I lift my hands to thee again, And thirst like parched lands for rain ; Oh ! let me hear thy gracious voice — So shall my weary soul rejoice. 4 My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace ; Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirit up. PSALMS. 237 5 Teach me, O Lord, thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill : Oh let the Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 144 First Part. C. M. Stamford. f 1 pOREVER blessed be the Lord, My Saviour, and my shield ; He sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. 2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul Ms care ; Instructs me in the heavenly fight, And guards me through the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine My fainting hope shall raise ; He makes the glorious victory mine, And his shall be the praise. 144 * Second Part. C. M. Betlier. God's condescending Goodness to Man. 1 LORD, what is man — poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first ? His life a shadow — light and vain, Still hastening to the dust. 2 Oh ! what is feeble, dying man, Or all his sinful race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace ! — 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, While terrors wait his awful frown — f How wondrous is his love ! 1 45 First Part. L. M. Winchester. All Praise due to God. 1 jyjY God, my king, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 238 PSALMS. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine ; f Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. 4 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue. p 5 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; f Vast — and unsearchable thy ways ! ff Vast — and immortal be thy praise ! 145 Second Part. C. M. St. Ann's. 1 LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love ; My work and joy shall be the same, In brighter worlds above. 2 Great is the Lord — his power unknown, Oh 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 who hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall tell thy name, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 The world is governed by thy hand, Thy saints are ruled by love ; ( And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. PSALMS. 239 145 Third Part. C. M. Corinth. mP 1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King ; < Let age to age thy righteousness f In sounds of glory sing. ' f 2 God reigns on high — but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies ; Through all the earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. p 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! How slow thine anger moves ! — < But soon he sends his pardoning word, f To cheer the souls he loves. do1 4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King ; < Let age to age thy righteousness f In sounds of glory sing. 145 Fourth Part. C. M. Berwick. r ' 1 GREAT is the Lord ! — our souls adore ! We wonder while we praise ; Thy power, O God, who can explore, Or equal honor raise ? 2 How large thy tender mercies are ! How wide thy grace extends ! On thy beneficence and care The universe depends. 3 Thy praise shall be my constant theme ; How wondrous is thy power ! I'll speak the honors of thy name, And bid the world adore. f 4 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, VVhile suns shall set and rise ; And tune my everlasting song In realms beyond the skies. 145 Fifth Part. C. M. Dunchurch. 1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy powerful liands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 240 PSALMS. 2 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 3 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere ; Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. 4 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, Ana spread thy fame abroad ; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God. 145 Sixth Part. C. M. Bedford. 1 TO thee, my righteous King and Lord, My grateful soul I'll raise ; From day to day thy works record, And ever sing thy praise. 2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; Thy glory knows no end ; The lasting record of thy deeds Through ages shall descend. 3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, My constant theme shall be ; That song shall be my soul's delight, Which breathes in praise to thee. mp 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind, His anger slow to move ; All shall his tender mercies find, And all his goodness prove. — 5 From all thy works, O Lord, shall spring The sound of joy and praise ; Thv saints shall of thy glory sing, And show the world thy ways. f 6 Throughout all ages shall endure Thine everlasting reign ; Thine high dominion, firm and sure, Forever shall remain. PSALMS. 241 146 First Part. L. M. Mendon. Praise to God for his Perfections and Providence. 1 pRAISE ye the Lord— my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine ; Mv days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God — he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train ; And none shall find his promise vain. 3 His truth forever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed — he feeds the poor He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 4 He loves the saints — he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell ; — f Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns : Praise him in everlasting strains. 146 Second Part. L. P. M. St Helen's. 1 I'LL praise my Maker with mv breath ; And when mv voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilelife, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 How blest the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God — he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed — he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While 'life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 21 242 PSALMS. 147 CM. Warwick. 1 \\/TTH songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high ; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady councils change the face Of each revolving year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow Descend and clothe the ground ; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn ; p He calls the warmer gales to blow, — And bids the spring return. 6 The changing wind — the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word : f With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 148 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred. f 1 LOUD hallem.iahs to the Lord, [dwell: From distant worlds, where creatures Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2 Wide as his vast dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. p<3 Jehovah! — 'tis a glorious word! "rf Oh ! may it dwell on every tongue ! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. PSALMS. 243 4 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord : f From all below — ancf all above, ff Loud hallelujahs to the Lord ! 148 Second Part. S. M. St. Thomas. f ' 1 LET every creature join To praise th' eternal God ; Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin, And sound his name abroad. 2 Thou sun, with golden beams, And moon, with paler rays ; Ye starry lights, ve twinkling flames, Shine *to your ^laker's praise. 3 He built those worlds above, And fixed their wondrous frame : By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name. 4 By all his works above, His honors be expressed ; But saints, who taste his saving love, Should sing his praises best. 148 Third Part. C. P. M. Rapture. Kew. » » 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought ooey, And praise th' Almighty's name : Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Thou heaven of hefivens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God ; p ' ' Ye thunders, speak his power : — Lo ! on the lightning's fiery wing < In triumph walks th' eternal King: f> Th' astonished worlds adore. — 3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise, To join the thunders of the skies, f Praise him, who bids you roll ; — P His praise in softer notes declare, pp Eacn whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul. 244 PSALMS. — 4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ; Ye feathered warblers of the spring, mP Harmonious anthems raise To him who shaped your finer mould. Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, — And tuned your voice to praise. f 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, Let man, in God's own image made, His breath in praise employ ; Spread wide his Maker's name around, Till heaven shall echo back the sound, In songs of holy joy. 148 Fourth Part. H. M. DarweWs. M 1 YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's name : His praise your songs employ Above the starry frame : Your voices raise, And seraphim, > Ye cherubim, | To sing his praise. 2 Let all adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came ; And all shall last, I His firm decree From changes free ; | Stands ever last 148 Fifth Part. H. M. Harwich if 1 YE tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng I In worlds of light Of angels bright, | Begin the song. 2 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move By his supreme command. He spake the word, From nothing came And all their frame To praise the Lord. PSALMS. 245 3 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above ; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love : While earth and sky I His saints shall raise Attempt his praise, His honors high. 148 Sixth Part. 8s & 7s. Westborongh. f 1 PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him ; Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light ! Hallelujah, Amen. 2 Praise the Lord — for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made. Hallelujah, Amen. 3 Praise the Lord — for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. Hallelujah, Amen. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name ! Hallelujah, Amen. 149 First Part. C. M. Nottingham 1 f 1 A LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new ; Amidst the church, with cheerful voice, His later wonders shew. 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer sing ; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King. 3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn : The meek, who lie despised in dust, Salvation shall adorn. 21 <* 246 PSALMS. 4 Saints shall be joyful in their King, E'en on a dying bed : And like the souls in glory simr, For God shall raise the dead. 5 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all his friends, Who humbly loved him here. 149 Second Part. 10s &, lis. St. MichaeVs. Ml O PRAISE ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great assembly to sing; In their great Creator let all men rejoice, And heirs of salvation be glad in their King. 2 Let them his great name devoutly adore ; In loud swelling strains his praises express, Who graciously opens his bountiful store, Their wants to relieve, and his children to bless. 3 With glory adorned, his people shall sing To God, who defence and plenty supplies : Their loud acclamations to him, their great King, Thro' earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies. 4 Ye angels above, his glories who've sung, In loftiest notes, now publish his praise: We mortals, delighted, would borrow your tongue ; Would join in your numbers, and chant to your lays. 150 First Part. L. M. Brewer. f » »1 f\R praise the Lord iu that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows: Praise him in heaven--— where he his face Unveiled in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts, Which he in our behalf hath done ; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let all who vital breal The breath he doth to them afford, In just returns of praise employ : Let every creature praise the Lord. PSALMS. 247 150 Second Part. L. M. Rothwell. f "1 PRAISE ye the Lord— let praise employ, In his own courts, your songs of joy; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful sound. 2 Recount his works in strains divine, His wondrous works — how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness ah your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's lofty sound, To spread vour sacred pleasure round : Awake each voice — and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing. 4 Let all. whom life and breath inspire. Attend, and join the blissful choir: But chierly ye. who know Ids word, Adore, and love, and praise the Lord ! 150 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's 1 IX God's own house pronounce his praise. His £ there reveals ; To heaven your joy and wonder n For there' his glory dwells. 2 Let all your sac: qs move. While you rehearse his de< But still the work < Love, Your highest praise exceeds. 3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blest ; Yet when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise him best. 150 Fourth Pari Is. Italian Hymn. 1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's Praise through his courts proclaim, Rise and adore : High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts ofli While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power. 248 PSALMS. 2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise, Wide as his fame : There let the harp be found ; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. 3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string ; Sweet the accord ! He vital breath bestows ; Let every breath that flows His noblest fame disclose — Praise ye the Lord. 150 Fifth Part. 7s. Lincoln. 1 PRAISE the Lord — his glory bless — Praise him in his holiness ; Praise him as the theme inspires, Praise him as his fame requires. 2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound Spread its loudest notes around ■ Let the harp unite in praise, With the sacred minstrel's lays. 3 Let the organ join to bless God, the Lord of righteousness; Tune your voice to spread the fame Of the great Jehovah's name. 4 All who dwell beneath his light, In his praise your hearts unite ; While the stream of song is poured, Praise and magnify the Lord. 150 Sixth Part. 7s. PleyeVs Hymn f 1 PRAISE — oh praise the name divine, Praise him at the hallowed shrine ; Let the firmament on high To its Maker's praise reply. 2 All who vital breath enjoy, In his praise that breath employ ; ff Heaven and earth the chorus join ; Praise — oh praise the name divine. DOXOLOGIES. 249 1 L. M. TO God the Father— God the Son, And God the Spirit — three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth — and all in heaven. 2 C. M. LET God, the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. 3 • S. M. YE angels round the throne, And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father — love the Son, And bless the Spirit too. 4 H. M. TO God the Father's throne Perpetual honors raise ; Glory to God the Son ; To God the Spirit praise : With all our powers, Thy name we sing, Eternal King, | Wnile faith adores. 5 7s. SING we to our God above Praise eternal as his love. Praise him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 6 8. 7. 4. GREAT Jehovah ! we adore thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne : Endless praises To Jehovah, three in one. HYMNS PUBLIC WORSHIP. HYMNS. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. C. M. Dedham. Medford. Revelation welcomed. 1 HAIL, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night ; Diffusing o'er the mental world, The healing beams of light. 2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid, Restores our wandering feet ; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet. 3 Oh ! send thy light and truth abroad, In all their radiant blaze ; And bid th' admiring world adore The glories of thy grace. L. M. Duke Street. Divine Authority of the Bible. 1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word ; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warm their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 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. 3 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. C. M. Christmas. Tolland. The Bible tlxe Light of tlie World. 1 WHAT glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun: It gives a liffht to every age ; ft gives— but borrows none. 22 254 HYMNS. 2 The power thai gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : Its truths upon the nations rise ; They rise— but never set. f n 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above. C. M. Devizes. Arlington. 1 HOW precious is the book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, mp In this dark vale of tears ; mf i f Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. > > 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night < Of life, shall guide our way ; f Till we behokTthe clearer light Of an eternal day. K C. M. Warwick. Medfield. *> The Bible suited to the Wants of Mankind. 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines ! Forever be thy name adored 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 springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind ; And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find. HYMNS. 255 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; f Ana life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound! Aff 5 Oh may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight , And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light ! 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there ! O C. P. M. Columbia. Aithlone. 1 HOW precious, Lord, thy sacred word ! What light and joy those leaves afford To souls in deep distress ! Thy precepts guide our doubtful way, Thy fear forbids our feet to stray, Thy promise leads to rest. 2 Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes, And warn us where our danger lies ; But 'tis thy gospel, Lord, That makes'tlie guilty conscience clean, Converts the soul, and conquers sin, And gives a free reward. 7 CM. Litchfield. Eustis. mP 1 OPPRESSED with guilt, and full of fears, I come to thee, my Lord; While not a ray of hope appears, But in thy holy word. — 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief dispel ; mf Here I behold my Saviour's face, And learn to do his will. — 3 Here living water freely flows, To cleanse me from my sin ; mf 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein. Aff 4 Oh ! may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to thy right hand. 256 HYMNS. 0 L. ]Vf. Uxbridge. Ward O Delight in the Scriptures. 1 I LOVE the sacred book of God ; No other can its place supply : It points me to the saints' abode, And lifts my joyful thoughts on high. 2 Blest book ! in thee my eyes discern The image of my absent Lord: From thine instructive page I learn The joys his presence will afford. 3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply His place, and tell me of his love : I'll read with faith's discerning eye, And thus partake of joys above. if C. M. Ormond. Dundee 1 GREAT God ! with wonder and with praise, On all thy works I look ; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shine brightest in thy book. 2 Here are my choicest treasures hid ; Here my best comfort lies ; Here my desires are satisfied, And here my hopes arise. 3 Lord, make me understand thy law ; Show what my faults have been; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 10 L. Bit Bath. Hingham 1 NOW let my soul, eternal King ! To thee its grateful tribute bring : My knee with humble homage bow ; My tongue perform its solemn vow. 2 All nature sings thy boundless love, In worlds below — and worlds above : But in thy blessed word I trace, Diviner wonders of thy grace. 3 There what delightful truths I read ! > There I behold the Saviour bleed : — His name salutes my listening ear, Revives my heart, and checks my fear. ffif HYMNS. 257 4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease, And gives my laboring conscience peace ; Raises my grateful passions high, And points to mansions in the sky. 5 For love like this, oh let my song, Through endless years, thy praise prolong Let distant climes thy name adore, Till time and nature are no more. 11 BEING AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. L. M. Lowell. Springfield. Dunstan. Existence of God manifest from his Works. 1 THERE is a God— all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies ; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes^ in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name, mp 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God ; — p Bow down before him — and adore. -- q CM. London. Bur ford 1 " Eternity of God. 1 GREAT God ! how infinite art thou !— What worthless worms are we '- Let all the race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thv throne eternal aires stood, Ere seas or stars were made : Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view : To thee there's nothing old appears ; p Great God 1 there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn And vexed with trifling cares ; — While thine eternal thought moves on ■af Thine undisturbed affairs. 2Q* ■i ( innite art thou — w — — Let all tin f praise to thee. 0 GianfieM. Berwick. ■ 1 ET \Y ^ - read the bI - ad, :ini, . and equal skill ixrit at fill, Our I 1 d 3 Product Ti :C. nimand, And day succeeds the sag r this the earth its produce yields, And blooming plants adorn the fields, :rees aspiring § I HYMNS. 259 5 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue Thii wise and noble end, That all we think, and all we do, Shall to thy glory lend. ±tJ & M. St. Martin's. 1 THE God of nature and of grace, lii ail his works appears; • His goodness through the earth we trace, Hia grandeur in the spheres, 2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name, In all creation's lines ! Spread through eternity, thy lame W ith rising lustre shines. 0 Millions before thy presence stand, Who feel, while they adore, Fulness o^i^y, at thy right hand, And pleasures evermore. k, M. Er!inghani. Rothwell. 1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing Her great Creator and her King: Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, Begin to make his glories known. Tune high your harps, and spread the sound throughout creation's utmost bound. 3 Oh! may our ardent zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest son^s ; Let there be sung, with wannest joy, Uosanna from ten thousand tongue's. D1P 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name : — Ihe highest notes that angels raise, rail far below thy glorious praise. 27 L- v<- Old Hundred. Hague. God srir-cxistent and immutable 1 ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God, W ho all creation dost sustain ! Thou wast, and art, and art to come. And everlasting is thy reign. 260 HYMNS. 2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminished 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 powers dissolve, If sucb the great Creator's will: But thou forever art the same ; " I am" is thy memorial still. 1 q CM. Spencer •"■ God almigJity and omnipresent. 1 GREAT God, thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers : With awe profound my wondering soul Falls prostrate, and adores. 2 To be encompassed round with God, The holy and the just ; mf Armed with omnipotence to save, i> Or crumble me to dust — 3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought ! Deep may it be impressed ! And may thy Spirit firmly grave This truth within my breast ! — 4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul p The gloomy vale shall tread ; f And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown Of glory on my head. 1 i/ C. M. Spencer. St. Austin's. 1 WHERE'ER, through all his works, we send Our roving eyes abroad, The various objects all conspire To lead our souls to God ; — 2 That God, whose word all nature formed, Whose eye all nature sees ; Whose hand all nature rules, sustains, Or crushes, as he please ; — 3 Before whose high and dazzling throne Myriads of angels bow ; Whose smile is everlasting bliss — > Whose frown is endless wo. HYMNS. 261 4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul, In prostrate homage fall ; Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust, mf Thy joy, thy God, thy all. < 20 C. M. Patmos. Rochester. God searching the Heart. f ' 1 GOD is a spirit, just — and wise ; He sees our inmost mind ; In vain to Heaven we raise our cries, And leave our hearts 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 bending knees the ground ; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. mP 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. 21 L. M. Pomfret. Hingham. Wisdom and Knowledge of God. 1 AWAKE, my tongue— thy tribute bring To him who gave thee power to sing ; Praise him, who is all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love. 2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned ! The stars he numbers— and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames. 3 Through each bright world above, behold Te'n thousand thousand charms unfold : Earth, air, and mighty seas combine, To speak his wisdom all divine. 4 But in redemption, oh what grace ! Its wonders, oh what though! can trace! Here wisdom shines forever bright — Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. 262 HYMNS. ,\ C. M. Warwick Litchfield. mm Goodness of God seen in his Works. 1 HAIL, great Creator — wise and good ! To thee our songs we raise ; Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise. 2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, Fresh wonders strike our view ; And while we gaze, our hearts exult, With transports ever new. 3 Thy glory beams in every star, Which 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 power 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 ways, Thy varied love we see ; Oh may our hearts, great God, be led Through all thy works to thee. L. M. Pomfret. Roth well. Goodness of God. i INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns Through all the wide, celestial plains ; And thence its streams redundant flow, And cheer th' abodes of men below 2 Through nature's works its glories shine ; The cares of providence are thine; And grace erects our ruined frame, A fairer temple to thy name. 3 Oh ! give to every human heart To taste and feel how good thou art! With grateful love and holy fear, To know how blest thy children are. 4 Let nature burst into a song ; Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong ; Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise, All vocal with your Maker's praise ! 23 HYMNS. 263 S. M. Hudson. Mornington. m^l God our Creator and Benefactor. 1 MY Maker and my King ! To thee my all I owe ; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, Whence all my blessings flow. 2 Thou ever good and kind ! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love. 3 The creature of thy band, On thee alone I live ; My God, thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. 4 Lord, what can I impart, When all is thine before ; Thy love demands a thankful heart ; The gift, alas ! how poor ! 5 Shall I withhold thy due ? And shall my passions rove ? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love. 6 Oh let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine ; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. L. M. Danvers. Alfreton. 1 THIS frame, O God — these noble powers, To thy creating hand I owe ; Thy providence preserves me safe, And crowns my every wish below. 2 Oft in the visions of the night, My thoughts o'er all thy mercies rove ; And, every midnight wakeful hour, 1 trace the won3ers of thy love. 3 The pleasing, unexhausted theme Each rising morn my soul pursues — In fervent prayer ascends to thee, And still her grateful song renews. 4 Thy mercies, Lord, through endless years, Shall all my raptured powers employ ; Yet endless years will only swell My wonder, gratitude, and joy. 25 264 HYMNS. 26 C. M. Bolton. Great Milton. 1 YE humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise ; For he is good — immensely good, And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care ; In him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his well beloved Son, To save our souls from sin ; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known, And proves it all divine. 4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come, And here our hope relies ; A safe defence— a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. 5 Thine eve beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee ; Their humble hope thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free. 6 Great God, to thy almighty love What honors shall we raise ! Not all the raptured songs above Can render equal praise. 2 T C. M. St. John's. Eustis. 1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess ; Thy goodness we adore ; A spring, whose blessings never fail— A sea'without a shore ! 2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare In every golden ray; Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day. 3 Thv bounty every season crowns, With all the bliss it yields; With jovful clusters loads the vines, With strengthening grain, the fields. 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen ; There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. HYMNS. 265 5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy, Through Jesus' name are given ; He on the cross was lifted high, That we might reign in heaven. mO C. M. Howard's. Brattle Street 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life, Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. f 6 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise : But oli ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ! &*J C. M. Nottingham. London. 1 ETERNAL Power— almighty God! Who can approach thy throne? Accessless iight is thine abode, To angel eyes unknown. 2 Before the radiance of thine eye, The heavens no longer shine ; And all the glories of the sky Are but the shade of thine. mP 3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend To cast a look below ? To this vile world thy notice bend — These seats of sin and wo ? 23 266 H\ «INS. 4 How strange ! how wondrous is thy love. With trembling we adore: Not all th' exalted minds above Its wonders can explore. f 5 While golden harps and angel tongues Resound immortal lays, mP Great God, permit our numble songs f To rise and speak thy praise. qn C. M. Greenfield. Medford God is Love. 1 AMID the splendors of thy state, O God, thy love appears, p Soft as the radiance of the moon < Among a thousand stars. — 2 In all thy doctrines and commands, Thy counsels and designs, In every work thy hands have framed, Thy love supremely shines, f 3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire, Thunders thine awful name ; p But Zion sings, in melting notes, < The honors of the Lamb. f i 4 Angels and men, the news proclaim Through earth and heaven above, And all with holv transport sing • That God the Lord is love. Ol C. M. Bolton. Ormond 1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord, And lift your souls above ; Let every heart and voice accord, To sing, that God is love. 2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove ; While Christ, th' atoning Lamb, appears, To show, that God is love. 3 Behold his loving-kindness waits, For those who from him rove, And calls of mercy reach their hearts, To teach them, God is love. 4 And oh that you, whose hardened hearts No fears of hell can move, > May hear the gospel's milder voice — *np That tells you, God is love. HYMNS, 267 — 5 Oh may we ail, while here below, f This best of blessings prove ; Till warmer hearts— in brighter worlds, Shall shout, that God is, love. 32 L. M. Duke Street. Diwstan. Condescension of God. ' ■ 1 THUS saith the high and lofty One. " 1 sit upon my holy throne ; My name is God— I dwell on high ; Dwell in my own eternity. 2 " But I descend to worlds below; On earth I have a mansion too ; The humble spirit and contrite Is an abode of my delight. 3 ''The humble soul my words revive, I bid the mourning sinner live ; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind." mP 4 Lord, may thy pardoning srrace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair, and die : mt Ihen shall our grateful voice declare, How free thy tender mercies are. 33 H* :VI* Harwich. Darwell's". Faithfulness of God. 1 THE promises I sinor, Which sovereign love hath spoke ; Nor will th' eternal King His words of srrace revoke : They stand secure Not Zion's hill And steadfast still ; Abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears ; And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal vears ; But still the same, The promise shines In radiant lines | Through all the flame. 3 Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, \\ hen thunders cleave the ground, ,»*• -, 4,1J(l dilate the spheres ; TOidst all the shock f stand serene, Of that dread scene, | Thy word my rock. 35 268 HYMNS. 34 C. M. Westmoreland. 1 FAITHFUL, O Lord, thy mercies are ; A Rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 2 Throughout the universe it reigns, It stands forever sure ; And while thy truth, O God, remains, Thy goodness shall endure. 6s & 4s. Italian Hymn. The Trinity. 1 COME, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise ! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days. 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies, Now make them fall ! Let thine almighty aid Our sure defence oe made, Our souls on thee be stayed — mp Lord, hear our call ! — 3 Come, thou, incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword; p Our prayer attend ! — Come, and thy people bless, Come, give thy word success ; Spirit of holiness, On us descend ! 4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour ! Thou, who almighty art ; Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power. f 5 To thee, great Oxe in Three, The highest praises be, Hence evermore ! HYMNS. 269 Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore ! 36 C* M* St- Martin's. Medford. Praise to the Trinity. 1 FATHER of glory ! to thy name Immortal praise we give, Who dost an act of ^race proclaim, And bid us rebels live. 2 Immortal honor to the Son, Who makes thine anger cease ; a j ? lie railsomed with his own, And died to make our peace. 3 To thy almighty Spirit be Immortal glory given ; Whose influence brings us near to thee, And trains us up for heaven. 4 Let men, with their united voice, Adore th' eternal God, And spread his honors— and their joys, Through nations far abroad. — 5 Let faith, and love, and duty join One general song to raise ; Let saints, in earth and heaven, combine in harmony and praise. L. M. Monmouth. Dresden 1 FATHER of heaven! whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, P Jtfeiore thy throne we sinners bend ; lo us thy pardoning love extend. — 2 Almighty Son ! incarnate Word ' Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! P .Before thy throne we sinners bend ; lo us thy saving grace extend. — 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath lne sou is raised from sin and death, P .Before thy throne we sinners bend ; lo us thy quickening power extend. ■* 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son ! Mysterious Godhead ! Three in One I P tfetore thy throne we sinners bend ; wace, pardon, life, to us extend ! 23 * 270 HYMNS. qq L. M. Hamburg. Medway. *-*® Incomprehensibleness of God. 1 WHAT finite power, with ceaseless toil, Can fathom the eternal mind ? Or who th' almighty Three in One, By searching to perfection find ? 2 Angels and men in vain may raise, Harmonious, their adoring songs ; Their laboringthoughtssinkdownoppressed And praises die upon their tongues. P 3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice, A portion of his ways to sing ; And mingling with his meanest works, < My humble, grateful tribute bring. 39 C. M. Spencer. Dundee 1 HOW wondrous great— how glorious bright Must our Creator be ! Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of an eternal day ! 2 Our soaring spirits upwards rise Toward his celestial throne ; Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And mounts above the skies : But still how far beneath thy feet Our grovelling reason lies ! mp 4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfullv adore ; < Thy power we feel— thy glory see, > Tin mercy we implore. — 5 With humble notes we raise the song To heaven's almighty King, f While angels tune their nobler powers, And sweep th' immortal string. 40 L. M. Old Hundred. Duke Street Majesty and Dominion of God. 1 COME, O my soul, in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise : But, oh, what tongue can speak his lame What mortal verse can reach the theme I 41 HYMNS. 271 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears ; To Form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines, His works, through all this wondrous frame, Declare the glory of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds shall join the song ! L. 31. Winchester. Rotterdam. 1 THE Lord, the God of glory, reigns, In robes of majesty arrayed ; His rule Omnipotence sustains, And guides the worlds his hands have made. 2 Ere rolling worlds began to move, Or ere the heavers were spread abroad, Thy awful throne was fixed above ; From everlasting thou art God. 3 The swelling floods tumultuous rise, Aloud the angry tempests roar ; Lift their proud billows to the skies, And foam, and lash the trembling shore. 4 The Lord, the mighty God, on high, Controls the fiercely raging seas ; He speaks — and noise and tempest fly, The waves sink down in gentle peace. 5 Thy sovereign laws are ever sure, Eternal holiness is thine ; And, Lord, thy people shall be pure, And in thy blest resemblance shine. JQ L. M. Ralston. Sunderland. Men not comparable to God. 1 SHALL the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their Creator, God ? Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just, than lie? 2 Behold, he puts his trust in none Of all the spirits round his throne : Their natures, when compared with his, Are neither holy, just, nor wise. 272 HYMNS, 3 Almighty Power, to thee we bow ! How frail are we ! — how glorious thou! No more the sons of earth shall dare With thee — th' eternal God — compare. 43 L. If. Duke Street. Lowell. Angels the Ministers of God. 1 HIGH on a lull of dazzling light The King of glory spreads his seat, And hosts of angels stretched for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2 Are they not all thy servants Lord ? At thy command they go and come ; With cheerful haste obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home. a a L. M. Dunstan. Lowell Perfections of -God combined in his Government. 1 JEHOVAH reigns — his throne is high, His robes are light and majesty ; His glory shines with beams so bright, No mortal can sustain the sight. 2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; His justice guards his holy law ; His love reveals a smiling face, His truth and promise seal the grace. 3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs ; His_power is sovereign to fulfil The noblest counsels of his will, mp 4 And will this glorious Lord descend To be my father and my friend ? f Then let my songs with angels join ; Heaven is secure", if God be mine. 45 H. M Had dam. 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high ; The garments he assumes Are light and majesty ; His glories shine I No mortal eye With beams so bright, | Can bear the sight. 2 The thunders of his hand Still keep the world in awe ; HYMNS. 273 His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law ; And where his love I His truth confirms Resolves to bless, | And seals the grace. 3 Through all his ancient works Surprising wisdom shines, Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their cursed designs ; Strong is his arm, I His great decrees, And shall fulfil | His sovereign will. P 4 And can this mighty King Of glory condescend ? And will he write his name, * My father, and my friend ?' — f I love his name ! I Join all my powers, I love his word ! | And praise the Lord. AQ C. M. Spencer. London Holiness of God. 1 HOLY and reverend is the name Of our eternal King ; 1 Thrice holy Lord,' the angels cry— ' Thrice holy,' let us sing ! 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, Pay, O my soul, to God ; Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart, To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; A contrite heart shall please him more Than noblest forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God ! preserve my soul From all pollution free ; < The pure in heart are thy delight, mf And they thy face shall see. PROVIDENCE AND GOVERNMENT OF GOD. 47 C. If. Burford. Litchfield. Sovereign Purposes of God. 1 KEEP silence— all created things, And wait your Maker's nod ; My soul stands trembling while she sings The honors of her God. 274 HYMNS. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on his firm decree ; He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave to be. 3 His providence unfolds his book, And makes his counsels shine ; Each opening leaf— and every stroke, Fulfils some deep design. 4 My God, I would not long to see My fate, with curious eyes — What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 5 In thy fair book of life and grace, Oh may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord — the Lamb. 48 C. M. Medford. Litchfield, Purposes of God developed by his Providence. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep, in unfathomable mines, Ol never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy — and shall break With 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 every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste. But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. HYMNS. 275 aq C. M. * Ormond. Medfor The Mysteries of Providence. 1 THY way, O Lord, is in the sea ; Thy paths I cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 'Tis but in part 1 know thy will ; I bless thee for the sight : — When will thy love the'rest reveal, In glory's clearer light ? f 3 With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. tA C. M. Channing. Patmos Almighty Power and Majesty of God. t 1 THE Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey his will ; He speaks — and in his heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves — and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar ! The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night ! your force combine ! Without his high behest, > Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, pp Disturb the sparrow's nest. — 4 His voice sublime i« heard afar, > In distant peals it dies ; f He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. mP 5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, ff And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. FALL AND NATURAL CHARACTER OF MAN. £1 S. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury. Hope from the Gospel only. 1 GOD'S holy law, transgressed, Speaks nothing but despair ; Burdened with guilt— with grief oppressed, We find no comfort there, 276 HYMNS. 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works, which we have done ; Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood : 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God. 4 High lifted on the cross, The spotless victim dies : — This is salvation's only source — Hence all our hopes arise. OJd S. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury 1 AH, how shall fallen man Be just before his God ! If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise ? 3 All-seeing, powerful God ! Who can with thee contend? Or who that tries th' unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end ? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake ! The trembling ear^th deserts her place, Her rooted pillars shake ! 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God ? None — none can meet him, and escape, 4 But through the Saviour's blood. rO 3- ■• St. Thomas. Calmai. Christ a Light in Darkness. Solo or Semi-chorus. p 1 HOW heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes — Chorus. t Till Christ, with his reviving light, Over our souls arise ! Solo or Semi-chorus. P 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven ;— HYMNS. 277 Chorus. f But in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. Solo or Semi-chorus. p 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways : Chorus. t His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace. Solo or SfTni-chorus. — 4 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain ; Chorus. He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. Chorus. mP 5 Lord, we adore thy wavs, To bring us near to Cod ; — Thv sovereign power — thy healing grace, And thine^atoning blood. 04 C. K. Marlow. Howard's. Minor. 1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day! p 2 With pitying eyes the prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief: — He saw — and — oh amazing love ! — He ran to our relief. f 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled, — Entered the grave in mortal flesh, P And dwelt "among the dead. *" 4 Oh ! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels ! assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold ; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er'be told. 24 Major. 278 HYMNS. 55 C. M. Grafton. Litchfield. P 1 HOW sad our state by nature is ! Our sin— bow deep it stains ! And Satan holds our captive minds Fast in bis slavish chains. pi! 2 But bark ! a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word — mf < Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord.' — 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord ; mp Oh help my unbelief, p 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall: mf Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Saviour, and my all. 56 C. M. Barby. Spencer 1 GREAT King of glory and of grace ! We own, with humble shame, How vile is our degenerate race, And our first father's name. 2 We live estranged, afar from God, And love theVustance well ; With haste we run the dangerous road, That leads to death and hell. 3 And can such rebels be restored ! Such natures made divine 1 Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, And feel this power of thme. mf 4 We raise our Father's name on high, Who his own Spirit sends, To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends. 57 L. M. Uxbridge 1 ALL-glorious God, what hymns of praise Shall our transported voices raise ! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view ! 2 Once we were fallen— oh how low ! Just on the brink of endless wo ; 58 HYMNS. 279 When Jesus, from the realms above, Borne on the wings of boundless love, — 3 Scattered the shades of death and night. And spread around his heavenly light ! By him what wondrous grace is shown To souls impoverished and undone ! 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, A bright inheritance as ours ; Where saints in light our coming wait, To share their holy, happy state. L. ML Hingham. Maiden Semi-chorus. P 1 BURIED in shadows of the night, We lie till Christ restores the light ; — Chorus. f Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind. Semi-chorus. P 2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Till his atoning blood appears : — Chorus. f Then we awake from deep distress, And sing " the Lord our righteousness." rQ C. ML Spencer. Grafton Death in Trespasses and Sins. 1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of her load ! The heart unchanged can never rise I'o happiness and God. 2 Can aught beneath a power divine The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine, To form the heart anew. 3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, And upwards bid them rise ; To make the scales of error fall From reason's darkened eyes; — 4 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live : A beam of heaven — a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. Aff 5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine ; Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine. 280 HYMNS. ^rv L. M. Med way. Sunderland ®" Grief for tJie Sins and Miseries of Men. Aff 1 ARISE, my tender thoughts, arise ; Let torrents drown my weeping eyes ; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human beings sunk in shame ; See scandals poured on Jesus' name ; See God insulted through his Son, The world abused— the soul undone. 3 My heart with reverence hears thy word, And trembles at thy threatenings, Lord; I know the wretched, dreadful end, To which their careless steps descend. 4 But feeble my compassion proves, It can but weep, where most it loves ; Great God, thy saving grace employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy. 61 GOSPEL. S. H. Moraington. Dover. God's Purpose of Mercy. 1 THE Lord on hiffh proclaims His Godhead from his throne ; Mercy and justice are the names By which he will be known. 2 Ye dying souls, that sit In darkness and distress, Look from the borders of the pit To his recovering grace, mf 3 Sinners shall hear the sound : Their thankful tongues shall own, Their righteousness and strength are found In tCee, O Lord, alone. 4 In thee shall Israel trust, And see their guilt forgiven; Thou wilt pronounce the sinners just, And take the saints to heaven. (32 L. M. Ralston. Maiden. 1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favors as he will ; Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? HYMNS 281 2 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his .Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust ? 3 But, O my soul, if truths so bright Should 'dazzle and confound thy sight, Yet still his written will obey, And wait the great decisive day. /?Q L. If. Allreton. Duke Street. ° Object of Christ's Advent. 1 XOT to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear: No weapons in his hands are seen, Xo flaming sword, nor thunder there. P 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. — 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; Trust in his mighty name, and live ; f A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. 64 C. M. Corinth. Dundee 1 COME, happy souls— approach your God With new, melodious songs ; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your "tongues. 2 So strange — so boundless was the love p That pitied dying men, — The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed With a revenging rod ; No hard commission to perform — The vengeance of a God. p 4 But all was mercy — all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, — When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, v.mne and heal your wounds; t Come, wipe your sorrows dry : Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name, And vou shall never die. a* «>82 HYMNS. 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offered grace ; f We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. 65 S. M. St. Thomas. 1 RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Let all the earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bade him raise our ruined race From their abyss of woes. P 3 His hand no thunder bears, No terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. — 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offered peace. P 6 Lord, we obey thy call ; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, f And love and praise thy name. „„ H. M. Murray ^t) Proclamation of the Gospel. mpMl HARK— hark— the notes of joy, Roll o'er the heavenly plains ! And seraphs find employ, For their sublimest strains. <: Some new delight in heaven is known, ff Loud ring the harps around the throne, mpf ?2 Hark— hark— the sounds draw nigh, — The joyful hosts descend ; Jesus forsakes the sky, To earth his footsteps bend, He comes to bless our fallen race, f He comes with messages of grace. HYMNS. 283 ' ' 3 Bear — bear the tidings round, Let every mortal know What love in God is found, > What pity he can show. — < Ye winds that blow — ye waves that roll, f Bear the glad news from pole to pole ! I ! 4 Strike — strike the harps again, To great Irnmanuel's name ; Arise, ye sons of men, And loud his grace proclaim. < Angels and men, wake every string, ff 'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing ! r*m C. II. Cambridge. Marlow. ° ' The Gospel haiUd. 1 SALVATION !— oh, the joyful sound ! 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. p 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay ; — — But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. f 3 Salvation! — let the echo fly The soacious earth around ; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.* L. DC Oxbridge. Duke Street. The Object of the Gospel. 1 THIS is the word of truth and love, Sent to the nations from above : Jehovah here resolves to show What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind; This sovereign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruined creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive ; • Sinners obey the voice, and live : Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh, And hearts of stone are turned to fresh. 4 May but this grace my soul renew, Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ; The word that save3 me does engage A sure defence from all their rage. 68 70 284 HYMNS. /?q L. M. Alfreton. Dunstan The Gospel originating in Sovereign Mercy. 1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known : Here love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, May taste his grace, and learn his name ; May read, in characters of blood, The wisdom, power, a«d grace of God. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies ; Here "shines the light which guides our way From earth to realms of endless day. 4 Oh ! grant us grace, almighty Lord ! To read, and mark thy holy word ; Its truths with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. Salvation by Grace. 1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults. How great our guilt has been ; Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. 2 But, oh my soul, forever praise, Forever' love his name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin, and shame. 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness, Which our own hands have done ; But we are saved by sovereign grace, Abounding through his Son. 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God, That all our hopes begin : 'Tis by the water, and the blood, Our souls are washed from sin. 5 'Tis through the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew : And justified by grace, We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. 71 HYMNS. 285 L. If. Uxbridge. 1 ' 1 NOW to the power of (rod supreme Be everlasting honors given ; He saves from hell — we bless his name, He calls our wandering feet to heaven. 2 Not for our duties, or deserts, But of his own abundant grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. 3 'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue rebels doomed to die ; He gave us grace in Christ his Son, Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known ; Declares the great transaction past, And bringslmmortal blessings down. P 5 He dies — and in that dreadful night, — Did all the powers of hell destroy ; *" He rose ! and brought our heaven to light, And took possession of the joy. S. If. Silver Street. Pentonville. 1 GRACE ! — 'tis a charming sound ! Harmonious to the ear ! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man ; And all its steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace taught my roving feet To tread the heavenly road : And new supplies each hour 1 meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days : It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. C. If. Lanesboro'. Princeton TJie divine Character exhibited in the Gospel. 1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines ! How high thy wonders rise ! 72 73 286 HYMNS. Known thro' the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour, We read thy patience still. 3 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms ; — 4 Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone — The justice or the grace. f 5 Now, the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ; Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 6 Oh, may I bear some humble part In that immortal song ! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. 74 CHRIST. L. M. Park Street. Nativity of the Saviour. ' ' 1 WAKE, O my soul, and hail the morn, For unto us a Saviour's born ; See, how the angels wing their way, To usher in the glorious day ! p 2 Hark ! what sweet music — what a song — < Sounds from the bright, celestial throng ! p Sweet song — whose melting sounds impart, mf Joy to each raptured, listening heart. 3 Come, join the angels in the skv, Glory to God, who reigns on high ; p Let peace and love on earth abound, f While time revolves and years roll round. 75 7s. Adullum. Pilton. HARK ! — the herald angels sing, " Glory to the new-born King ! HYMNS. 287 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled 1" 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; v With th' angelic host proclaim, " Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Mild, he lays his glory by ; Born, that man no more may die ; Born, to raise the sons of earth; Born, to give them second birth. 4 Veiled in flesh—the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity ; Pleased as man with men t' appear, See the great Immanuel here. 5 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. 7 b 8s & Ts. Greenville. p" 1 HARK!— what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? < Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices ; f Heavenly hallelujahs rise. P 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story, Hear them chant in hymns of joy, f " Glory in the highest— glory ! Glory be to GoH most high ! P 3 Peace on earth — good- will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found." < " Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven" — f Loud our golden harps shall "sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ! Aff Oh receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. f 5 Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ; Learn his name — and taste his joy ; Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high ! 77 S. M. Sou'hfield. Pentonville I ' 1 BEHOLD ! the grace appears, The blessing promised long ; Angels announce the Saviour near, In this triumphant song : 288 HYMNS. 2 " Glory to God on high, And heavenly peace on earth ; Good- will to men— to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth !" 3 In worship so divine Let men employ their tongues ; With the celestial host we join, And loud repeat their songs— 4 " Glory to God on high, And heavenly peace on earth ; Good-will to men— to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth !" 78 C. M. Devizes. Conway fii l HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic throng ; For angels no such love have known, To wake the cheerful song. 2 Good-will to sinful men is shown, P And peace on earth is given ; f For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes With messages from heaven. > 3 Justice and ^race, with sweet accord, < His rising Deams adorn ; f Let heaven and earth in concert join- To us a Saviour's born. 4 Glory to God ! in highest strains, In highest words be paid ; His glory by our lips proclaimed, And by our lives displayed. 79 S. M. St. Thomas. Pentonville 1 WE come with joyful song, To hail this happy morn : Glad tidings from an angel's tongue, " This day is Jesus born !" 2 What transports doth his name To sinful men afford ! f His glorious titles we proclaim— A Saviour— Christ— the Lord! 3 Glory to God on high, All hail the happy morn: We join the anthems of the skv— And sin"— « The Saviour's born !" HYMNS. 289 gO 6s 7s & 4s. Greenville. Call to worship the new-born Saviour. 1 ANGELS! from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : P Come and worship Worship Christ, the new-born King. - 2 Shepherds ! in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night ; God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the heavenly light*: P Come and worship Worship Christ, the new-born King. 3 Saints! before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, — Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear : P Come and worship Worship Christ, the new-born King. 4 Sinners ! wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, — Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you [f "] break your chains: P Come and worship Worship Christ, the new-born King. 81 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn, Christ welcomed as a Saviour. 1 HAIL, thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free ! From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints, thou art; Long desired of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart. 3 Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, yet God our King, Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne. 290 HYMNS. oo C. M. Howard's. Bolton. Design of Chrisfs Advent. 1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes — the prisoner to release, In Satan's bondage held : The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes — from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eyes oppressed with night — To pour celestial day. 4 He comes — the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure ; And, with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. f 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; ff And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. C. M. Arlington. Names of Christ. 1 TO us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given : Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him, all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 4 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given — The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty Lord of heaven. O^x 7s. ' Adullum. Lincoln. 1 BRIGHT and joyful is the morn, For to us a Child is born ; 83 85 HYMNS. 291 From the highest realms of heaven Unto us a Son is given. 2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty — and wear, On his vesture and his thigh, Names most awful — names most high. 3 Wonderful in counsel he, Christ th' incarnate Deity, Sire of ages ne'er to cease, King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 4 Come and worship at his feet, Yield to him the homage meet ; From his manger to his throne, Homage due to God alone. B. M. Paddington. Eastburn. 1 REJOICE in Jesus' birth ! To us a Son is given, To us a Child is born on earth, Who made both earth and heaven ! 2 He reigns above the sky, This universe sustains — The God supreme — the Lord most high, The king Messiah reigns ! 3 Th' almighty God— is he, Author of heavenly bliss ! The Father of Eternity, The glorious Prince of Peace ! 4 His government shall grow, From strength to strength proceed ; His righteousness the church o'erflow, Ancfali the earth o'erspread. Q£? L. M. Uxbridge. Brewer Deity and Humanity of Christ. 1 BEFORE the heavens were spread abroad, From everlasting was the Word; With God he was— the Word was God ! And must divinely be adored. 2 By his own power were all things made ; By him supported, all things stand; He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at his command. 292 HYMNS. 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars His generation who can tell, Or count the number of his years ?. 4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms : The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may converse hold with worms, Dressed 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 in his eyes the Godhead shone ! 6 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of lmmanuel. 0»y L. If. Winchester. Rotterdam. Deity, Humiliation, and Exaltation of Christ. 1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son ! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell loud the wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above : How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love ! V 3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th' almighty captive prisoner lay ; — f Th' almighty captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 4 Among a thousand harps and songs. Jesus, the God, exalted reigns : His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains ! DO L. H. Truro. Sharon Divine Glory displayed in the Person of Christ. 1 ' 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song ! Awake, my soul — awake, my tongue ; Hosanna to th' eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace ; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 89 90 HYMNS. 293 3 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme — My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 4 Oh ! may I reach that happy place Where he unveils his lovely face ! Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold ! h. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundred. God the Fon equal uith the Father. 1 BRIGHT King of glory—dreadful God, 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, among the sons of light, Pretends comparison with thee ? 3 Yet there is one, of human frame, Jesus, arrayed in rlesli and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. 4 Now let the name of Christ, our King, With equal honors be adored : His praise let every angel sing, And all the nations own him Lord. IJ. If. Watertovra. Murray. Christ a Prophet, Priest, and King. 1 JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, Or angels ever bore : All are too mean to speak his worth, Too mean to set the Saviour forth. 2 Great Prophet of our God, Our tongues shall bless thy name ; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came, — The joyful news of sins forgiven, ■Of hell subdued — and peace with heaven. 3 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has shed his blood and died : 25* 294 HYMNS. Our guilty conscience needs No sacrifice beside : His precious blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 O thou almighty Lord, Our Conqueror, and our King ; Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace we sing : Thine is the power — oh make us sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet. 91 C. M. Litchfield. Corinth. Christ a Merciful High Priest. WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above ; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured outhis cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power ; wf We shall obtain delivering grace > In each distressing hour. 92 C. M. Medford. Marlow. Christ our Intercessor. 1 JESUS, by his own precious blood, Ascends above the skies, And, in the presence of our God, Shows his own sacrifice. 2 Jesus is king! — behold him reign On Zion's heavenly hill : He seems the Lamb that had been slain, And wears his priesthood still. 3 He ever lives to intercede, By virtue of his blood ; And ceases not for all to plead, Who come bv him to God. HYMNS. 295 QO L. M. Rothwell. Shoel. Peace and Hope through Christ1 s Intercession. 1 HE lives — the great Redeemer lives ! What joy the blest assurance gives! And now, before his Father God, He pleads the merits of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice armed with frowns appears; But in the Saviour's lovely face, Sweet mercy smiles — and all is peace ! 3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts — Above our fears — above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise ; And guilt recedes — and terror dies. 4 In every dark, distressful hour, . When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart — That Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! On thee our humble hopes depend ; Our cause can never, never fail, For thou dost plead, and must prevail. qa S. M. Dover. Pentonville. Christ's Exaltation and Intercession. 1 JESUS, the conqueror, reigns, In glorious strength arrayed ; His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad. 2 Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesus' mighty love : Lift up your heart — lift up your voice, To him who rules above. 3 Extol his kingly power, Adore th' exalted Son, Who died, but lives, to die no more, High on his Father's throne. 4 Our advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross. *sO 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 JESUS, hail ! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide ; 296 HYMNS. All the heavenly host adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side. 2 There for sinners thou art pleading — There thou dost our place prepare ; Thou for us art interceding, Till in glory we appear. 3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive : Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. 4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits ! Bring your loudest, noblest lays ; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 96 97 L. M. Dan vers. Alfreton. Christ a living and almighty Saviour. 1 THE Saviour lives, no more to die : He lives, the Lord enthroned on high : He lives, triumphant o'er the grave : He lives, eternally to save ! 2 He lives, to still his servants' fears : He lives, to wipe away their tears : He lives, their mansions to prepare : He lives, to bring them safely there ! 3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears, Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears : With cheerful hope your hearts revive, For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive ! 4 His saints he loves — and never leaves ; The contrite sinner he receives : Abundant grace will he afford, Till all are present with the Lord ! C. M. Patmos. Oakland God reconciled in Clirist. DEAREST of all the names above, My Saviour, and my God, Who can resist thy heavenly love, Or trifle with thy blood ? 'Tis by the merits of thy death, The Father smiles again ; 'Tis by thine interceding breath, The Spirit dwells with men. HYMNS. 297 3 Till God in human form 1 see, My thoughts no comfort find: The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terror to my mind. 4 But if Immanuel's face appear, My hope, my joy begins : His name forbids my slavish fear, His grace removes my sins. 5 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love the incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust. QQ C. M. Stamford. Nottingham. Access to God by a Mediator. 1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. 2 Come, let us bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord ; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword. 3 The peaceful He bows his head — and dies ! f M 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : Aff O Lamb of God— was ever pain, Was ever love like thine ! 110 l. III. Ifodway. Middlebury. 1 STRETCHED on the cross,the Saviour dies; Hark! — his expiring groans arise ! See, from his hands — his feet — his side, Descends the sacred — crimson tide ! 2 And didst thou bleed — for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed ? No — he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. 3 Can I survey this scene of wo, Where mingling grief and mercy Mow, And yet my heart so hard remain, As not to move with love or pain ? 4 Come — dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this 'stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief, and ardent love. 111 8s 7s & 4. Greenvii.e. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ! HYMNS. 303 See ! it rends the rocks asunder— Shakes the earth — and veils the sky ! " It is finished !"— Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 2 " It is finished !" — oh, what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord ! " It is finished P'— Saints, the dying words record ! f 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme : All in earth and heaven uniting, Join to praise ImmanuePs name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 1 1 O c- M- Medfield. Ely. The Atonement the only Ground of Pardon. 1 IN vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own : Blest Saviour ! nothing but thy blood Can bring us near the throne. 2 The threatenings of thy broken law Impress the soul with dread : If God his sword of vengeance draw, It strikes the spirit dead. 3 But thy atoning sacrifice Hath answered all demands ; And peace and pardon from the skies Come to us by thy hands. 4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord ! 'Tis on thy cross we rest : For ever be thy love adored, Thv name for ever blest. 113 L. M. Ralston 1 HOW shall the sons of men appear, Great God, before thine awful bar ? How may the guilty hope to find Acceptance with tJa' eternal mind ? 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries, Not the most costly sacrifice, Not infant blood profusely spilt, Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 304 HYMNS. 3 Thy blood, dear Jesus — thine alone, Hath sovereign virtue to atone : — Here will we rest our only plea, When we approach, great God, to thee. 114 g. M. Olmutz. Haverhill. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. Aff 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 Mv soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there, t 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. "11- L. M. Uxbridge. Death and Resurrection of Christ. p 1 HE dies ! — the Friend of sinners dies ! Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! A solemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 2 Ye saints, approach ! — the anguish view Of him who groans beneath your load; He gives his precious life for you, For you he sheds his precious blood. 3 Here's love and irrief beyond degree ! The Lord of glory dies for men ! — f But, lo ! what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to Ins Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies ' HYMNS. 305 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How hi<*h our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, " Live forever, glorious Kin^, Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask— " O death, where is thy sting ! And where thy victory, boasting grave!" [ lg C. M. Warwick. Brattle Street. Sufficiency of the Atonement. 1 THERE is a fountain, filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain, in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Thou dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Are saved, to sin no more. 4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be, till I die. P 5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave — f Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. 117 7s* Turin. Clu*ist the Rock of Ages. 1 ROCK of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide mvself in thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy side, a healing flood, Be of fear and sin the cure ; Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, This for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : in my hand no price I bring, feimply to thy cross I cling. 26* 306 HYMNS. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 1 1 Q L. M. Med way. Middlebury Christ the Physician of the Soul. 1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made ; Where shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ; The work exceeds her utmost power. 2 But can no sovereign balm be found ? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly ? 3 Yes, there's a great physician near ; Look up, my fainting soul, and live ! See, in his heavenly smiles appear Such help as nature cannot give ! 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only that dear sacred flood Can ease thy pain — and heal thy wo. 119 L. M. Hebron. Nazareth. 1 WHY droops my soul, with grief oppressed? Whence these wild tumults in my breast? Is there no balm to heal my wound ? No kind physician to be found ? 2 Raise to the cross thv tearful eyes ; Behold the Prince of glory dies ! He dies, extended on the tree, And sheds a sovereign balm for thee. 3 Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie, Here to receive a cure, or die ; But grace forbids that painful fear — Almighty grace, which triumphs here. 4 Thou wilt withdraw the poisoned dart, Biud up and heal the wounded heart ; With blooming health my face adorn, And change the gloomy night to morn. HYMNS. 307 f 5 Exult, ray soul, with holy joy ; Hosannas be thy blest employ, Salvation thine eternal theme, And swell the song with Jesus' name. 220 S* M' Pentonville- St. Thomas Christ the Bread of Life. 1 BEHOLD the gift of God! Sinners, adore his name, Who shed for us his precious blood — Who bore our curse and shame. 2 Behold the living bread Which Jesus came to give, By dying in the sinner's stead, That he might ever live. 3 The Lord delights to give ; He knows you've nought to buy : To Jesus haste — this bread receive, And you shall never die. J 21 S. M. Pentonville. Dover. Christ the Sun of RigJiteousness. 1 WE lift our hearts to thee, Thou Day-star from on high ; The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 Oh let thy rising beams Dispel the shades of night ; And let the glories of thy love, Come like the morning light. 3 How beauteous nature now ! — How dark and sad before !— With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore. 122 i 4 May we this life improve, To mourn for errors past ; And live this short revolving day As if it were our last. 7s* Turin* Sabbath- CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near ; Day-star, in my heart appear. 308 HYMNS. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, If thy light is hid from me ; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see ; Till tbey inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine ! Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. 1 OQ 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. Christ the Light of tlie World. 1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death ! Rise on us, thyself revealing, Rise, and chase the clouds beneath. 2 Thou, of life and light Creator! In our deepest darkness rise ; Scatter all the night of nature, Pour the day upon our eyes. 3 Still we wait for thine appearing ; Life and joy thy beams impart ; Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every meek and contrite heart. 4 Save us, in thy great compassion, Oh thou Prince of peace and love ! Give the knowledge of salvation, Fix our hearts on things above. 5 By thine all-sufficient merit, Every burdened soul release; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into thy perfect peace. 124 Hotham. Christ a Refuge. JESUS, Saviour of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly ; While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high : All my trust on thee is stayed ; All my help from thee I bring : Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. HYMNS. 309 2 Other refuge have 1 none — Helpless hangs my soul on thee : Leave, oh ! leave me not alone ! Still support and comfort me. Hide me, O my Saviour! hide, Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last! -j Q ~ C. M. Franklin. Dedham 1 ~D Christ the Way, Truth, and Life. 1 THOU art the wat— to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the truth — thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the life — the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm, And those who put tneir trust in thee Xor death, nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the way — the truth — the life ; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep— that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. l^O B. M. Hudson. St. Thomas. 1 JESUS, my truth, my way, Bfy sure, unerring light, On thee my feeble soul I stay, Which tLou wilt lead aright. 2 |fy wisdom, and my guide, My counsellor thou art ; Oh never let me leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart ! -J 07 H. If. Darwell's. Triumph. Resurrection of Christ. 1 YES ! the Redeemer rose, The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes Hicrh raised his conquering head ; In wild dismay, Fall to the ground, The guards around | And sink away. 310 HYMNS. 2 Behold th? angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet. Joyful they come, From realms of day And wing their way | To Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly The joyful news to bear — Hark ! — as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say — 1 Hath left the dead " Jesus, who bled, He rose to-day." 4 Ye mortals ! catch the sound — Redeemed by him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell ; Transported, cry — Hath left the dead, " Jesus, who bled, No more to die." l^O 7s. Bath Abbey. Lincoln. fill ANGELS ! roll the rock away ! Death ! yield up thy mighty prey ! See ! — he rises from the tomb, Rises with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Saviour — seraphs, raise Your triumphant shouts of praise ; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Lift, ye saints — lift up your eyes ! Now to glory see him rise ! Hosts of angels on the road Hail and sing th' incarnate God. 4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide : Gracious conqueror, through them ride, King of glory ! mount thy throne, Boundless empire is thine own. tf 5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ; Praise him in the noblest songs, Praise him from ten thousand tongues. C. M. Howard's. Litchfield. 1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld our rising God ; That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 129 HYMNS. 311 P 2 In the cold prison of a tomb The great Redeemer lay — — Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold the Lord in vain; f Behold the mighty conqueror rise, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord These sacred hours we pay, ff And loud hosannas shall proclaim, The triumph of the day. ■I OA S. II St. Thomas. Paddmgtun. Redemption completed by the Resurrection. Solo. M 1 " THE Lord is risen indeed !"— Semi -chorus. Then justice asks no more ; Mercy and truth are now agreed, Who stood opposed before. • Solo. 2 tt The Lord is risen indeed !" — Semi-chorus. Then is his work performed ; The mighty captive now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed. Solo. 3 " The Lord is risen indeed !" — Semi-chorus. Then hell has lost his prey : With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day. Solo. 4 " The Lord is risen indeed !" — Semi-chorus. Attending angels hear ; Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, The joyful tidings bear. Chorus. ff 5 Then wake your golden lvres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord. 1^1 7s. Edy field. Lincoln. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day : 312 HYMNS. He endured the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save. 2 Lo ! he rises — mighty King ! Where, O death ! is now thy sting? Lo ! he claims his native sky ! Grave ! where is thy victory ? 3 Sinners ! see vour ransom paid, Peace with Gfod forever made : With your risen Saviour, rise ; Claim with him the purchased skies. 4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day : Loud the song of victory raise ; Shout the great Redeemer's praise. loZ 7s. Pilton. Lincoln. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men, and angels, say ! Raise your songs of triumph high ; Sing, ye heavens — and earth, reply I 2 Love's redeeming work is done, ♦ Fought the tight — 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 hath burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened paradise. 4 Lives asrain our glorious King — Where, O death, is now thy sting ? Once he died, our souls to save — Where thy victory, boasting grave ? 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted head : Made like him — like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies ! ■J OO 7s. Lincoln. Edyfield. Darkness of the Tomb scattered hj Christ. 1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb, Jesus scatters all its gloom ! Day of triumph ! through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise ! 2 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade ; HYMNS. 313 Drive your anxious cares away ; See the place where Jesus lay. 3 Christians, dry your flowing tears ; Chase your unbelieving fears ; Look on his deserted grave ; Doubt no more his power to save. 134 „ 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. Christ, the Lamb, enthroned and worshipped. 1 HARK, ten thousand harps and voices, Sound the note of praise above- Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices : Jesus reigns the God of love : See, he sits on yonder throne ; Jesus rules theVorld alone. 2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens All above, and gives ft worth ; Lord of life— thy smile enlightens, Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth : VV hen we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine. 3 King of glory, reign forever — t Thine an everlasting crown : Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own ; Happy objects of thv grace, Destined to behold thy face. 4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing ; nr?ring~~oh brillo the gionous day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away: Then with golden harps, we'll sing— " Glory, glory to our King." i35 (-- H- Devizes. MarJow. 1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb, Amid his Father's throne ; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : 27 314 HYMNS. Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 5 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ; Salvation, glory, joy, remain Forever on his head. lob C. M. Nottingham. Medford 1 HE, who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains, Now, seated on th' eternal throne, The God of glory reigns. 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide With an unerring skill ; And countless worlds, extended wide, Obey his sovereign will. 3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise, In yonder world above, His saints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love. 4 When troubles, like a burning sun, Beat heavy on their head ; To this almighty rock they run, And find a pleasing shade. 5 How glorious he — how happy they, In such a glorious friend : Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end. 1 o*y Ij- M* Alfreton. Uxbridge Christ the Lord of Angels. 1 GREAT God, to what a glorious height Hast thou advanced the Lord, thy Son ! Angels, in all their robes of light, Are made the servants of his throne. 2 Before his feet their armies wait, And swift as flames of fire they move, To manage his affairs of state, In works of vengeance, or of love. 3 Now they are sent to guide our feet Up to the gates of thine abode, HYMNS. 315 Through all the dangers that we meet, In travelling o'er the heavenly road. 4 Lord ! when we leave this mortal ground, And thou shalt hid us rise and come, Send thy beloved angels down Safe to conduct our spirits home. J 38 L* M' Lowell. Enfield. Christ exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour. 2 EXALTED Prince of Life ! we own The royal honors of thy throne : 'Tis fixed by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy "command. 2 Exalted Saviour! we confess The sovereign triumphs of thy grace ; Wide may thy cross thy virtues prove, And conquer millions by thy love. \ 39 C* M# Devizes. Cambridge Christ crowned as Lord of All. 1 ALL hail,the great Immanuel's name ! Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him 'Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ; Praise him who shed for vou his blood, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred— every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him' Lord of all. 6 Oh ! that with vonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall ; And join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. tfl6 HYMNS. 14U 8s 7s & 4s. Westborough. i f 1 LOOK ! ye saints— the sight is glorious ; See the man of sorrows now, From the fight returned victorious ; Every knee to him shall bow : f Crown him ! — crown him ! — Crowns become the victor's brow. i f 2 Hark! — those bursts of acclamation — Hark ! — those loud, triumphant chords — Jesus takes the highest station : Oh, what joy the sight affords ! ff Crown him ! — crown him ! King of kings, and Lord of lords! -| a -I 6s & 4s. Italian Hymn. Christ' 's final Triumph. 1 LET us awake our joys, Strike up with cheerful voice, Each creature sing — Angels, begin the song, Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, " Jesus is King." 2 Proclaim abroad his name, Tell of his matchless fame : What wonders done ! Shout through hell's dark profound ; Let all the earth resound, 'Till heaven's high arch rebound, " Victory is won." 3 He vanquished sin and hell, And our last foe will quell ; Mourners, rejoice ! P His dying love adore — f Praise him, now raised in power, Praise him fc-revermore, With joyful voice. 4 All hail the glorious day, When through the heavenly way Lo, he shall come ! P While they who pierced him wail — — His promise shall not fail ; < Saints, see your King prevail :— f Great Saviour, come. HYMNS. 317 249 C* M> Litchfield. Corinth. Pity and Condescension of Christ. 1 THE Saviour ! oh, what endless charms Ihvell in that blissful sound ! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads delight around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, > And doomed to endless wo. P 3 TV almighty Former of the skies, Stoops to our vile abode ; — While angels view with wondering eyes, f And had th' incarnate God. 4 How rich the depths of love divine ! Of bliss, a boundless store ! Aff Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine — I cannot wish for more ! 5 On thee alone my hope relies ; Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all! 1 A^ C. M. Covington. Baldwin. 1 BEHOLD what pity touched the heart Of God's eternal Son ; Descending from the heavenly court, He left his Father's throne. 2 His living power, and dying love, Redeemed unhappy man, And raised the ruins of our race To life and God again. 3 To thee, O Lord, our noblest powers We joyfully resign ; Blest Jesus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine. J44 L "• Brewer. Montgomery. Safe trusting in Christ. 1 LET everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord ; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in thy word. P 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid grounrf to rest upon ; 318 HYMNS. — With deep despair — the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! How wise and holy thy commands ! Thy promises — how firm they be ! How firm our hope, our comfort stands ! ■l^tO L. M. Medway. Hague 1 JESUS, no other name but thine, Is given by everlasting love, To lead our souls to joys divine ; No other name will God approve. 2 Here let my constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly way depart! Let thy good Spirit be my guide, Direct my steps — and rule my heart. 3 In thee, my great almighty Friend, My safety dwells — and peace divine ; On thee alone my hopes depend, For life, eternal life is thine. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Edyfield. 140 Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, Sing of mercy's healing stream : Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove, Sing of his redeeming love. 2 Welcome all, by sin oppressed, Welcome all to Jesus' rest. Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 3 He subdued th' infernal powers, His inveterate foes, and ours : These he from their empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. f 4 Hither, then, your tribute bring, Strike aloud each joyful string : Saints below, and saints above, Join to praise redeeming love. J 47 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. Messina. 1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays ; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. HYMNS. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above ; *]W my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God: Ihou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 Bv thy hand restored, defended, Safe through lite, thus far, I'm come ; bate, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. 1 40 8s & 7s- VTalpole. Greenville. X^° Christ a Friend. 1 ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend : His is love beyond a brother's, Cpstly— free—and kllows no end. Which of all our friends, to save us, Could, or would have shed his blood ?- -out this feaviour died to have us Reconciled in him to God. 2 When he lived on earth abased, Frie.vd of sijvxers was his name : Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. Oh^ for grace our hearts to soften ! leach us, Lord, at length to love : We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. 1 4Q 8s & 7s- Greenville. ■.-*•* Christ dwelling in his People. 1 LOVE divine, all love excelling ! Joy of heaven, to earth come down : rix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown : Jesus ! thou art all compassion, .Pure, unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart ! 2 Come ! almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive ! Suddenly return— and never, Never more thy temples leave! 320 HYMNS. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above ; Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy precious love. 150 L. M. Uxbridge. Duke Street Ctu-ist's unchanging Love the Safety of his People. 1 f 1 WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 'Tis God that justifies their souls ; And mercy, like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? 'Tis Christ who suffered in their stead ; And their salvation to fulfil, Behold him rising from the dead ! 3 He lives ! — he lives, and reigns above, Forever interceding there : Who shall divide us from his love ? Or what shall tempt us to despair ? 4 Not all that men on earth can do, Nor powers on high — nor powers below, Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love. lOl S. M. Pentonville. Hudson 1 TO God, the only wise, Our Saviour, and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joy's divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. f 5 To our Redeemer God, Wisdom with power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, Arid everlasting songs. 152 HYMNS. 321 C. M. Colchester. St. Ann's. 1 FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands, My Lord, my hope, my trust ; If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er be lost. 2 His honor is engaged to save The meanest of his sheep : All whom his heavenly Father gave His hands securely keep. 3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove His favorites from his breast ; Safe, on the bosom of his love, Shall they forever rest. C. M. Litchfield. Corinth. lOO Grateful Remembrance of Christ. 1 IF human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie ; If tender thoughts within us burn, To feel a friend is nigh, — 2 Oh ! shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To him who died, our fears to quell, And save from death and wo ! 3 While yet in anguish he surveved Those pangs he would not nee, What love his latest Words displayed — " Meet and remember me !" 4 Remember thee ! — thy death, thy shame — Our sinful hearts to share ! O memory ! leave no other name But his recorded there ! C. M. Grafton. St. Austin's. lOi Godly Sorrow from the Sufferings of Christ. 1 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! — grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! 322 HYMNS. 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, th' almighty Saviour, died For man, the rebel's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his 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. lOO C. M. Patmos. Barby. 1 HOW condescending, and how kind Was God's eternal Son ! Our misery reached his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 This was compassion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon wras his blood, His pity neer withdrew. 3 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record ; And with our joy for pardoned guilt, Mourn that we pierced the Lord. lOO L. M. Medjvay. Uxbridge. 1 THOU Prince of glory, slain for me, Breathing forgiveness in thy prayer ; That loving, melting look I see, That bursting sign, that tender tear. 2 Let me but hear thy dying voice Pronounce forgiveness in my breast; My trembling spirit shall rejoice, And feel trie calm of heavenly rest. 3 Lord, thine atoning blood apply, And life or death is sweet to me ; In life's last hour, thy presence, nigh, From fear shall set my spirit free. 157 C. M. Barby. Grafton. 1 AND can mine eyes, without a tear, A weeping Saviour see ? Shall i not weep his groans to hear, Who groaned and died for me ? HYMNS. 323 2 Blest Jesus ! let those tears of thine Subdue each stubborn foe ; Come, fill my heart with iove divine, And bid my sorrows flow. I r o c- M- Great Milton. J- «2 O Love of Christ celebrated. 1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song! Oh may his love— immortal flame ! — Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ! What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, " The Saviour died for me !" 4 Oh may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue, Tili strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred son*?. 1 ^Q x^^ 8. M. Dover. Pentonville 1 AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ! Wake every heart, and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name .' « 2 Sing of his dying love — Sing of his rising power — Sing how he intercedes above, For us, whose sins he bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our heart Ascending with our tongue ; Sing, till the love of sin depart, And grace inspire our song. 4 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day, In Christ, th' eternal" King. 5 Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come !" Soon will he call us hence away, To our eternal home. 324 HYMNS. f 6 There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim ; p< And sweeter voices tune the song f Of Moses and the Lamb ! lol) C. M. Baldwin. Deerfield. 1 ' 1 AWAKE — awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord ! Let every heart, and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word. 2 Then shone almighty fjower and love, In all their glorious forms, When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms. P 3 To dwell with misery here below The Saviour left the skies, And stooped to wretchedness and wo, That worthless man might rise. f M 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, To hail the joyful day ; With rapture, then, let* mortal tongues, Their grateful worship pay. 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 BRIGHTNESS of the Father's glory! Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Break, each tongue, such guilty silence, Praise the Lord, who came to die. 2 Hosts of angels sang thy coming, Watchful shepherds learnt their lays — Shame would cover us, ungrateful, Should our tongues refuse their praise. 3 From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest wo, All to ransom guilty captives ! — Flow our praise — forever flow ! 4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! Leave thy footstool — take thy throne ; Yet return, and reign forever, Be the kingdom all thine own ! 161 162 C. M. Litchfield. Barby. 1 COME, Holy Ghost ! inspire our songs With thine immortal flame ; Enlarge our hearts — unloose our tongues, To praise the Saviour's name. HYMNS. 325 2 How mat the riches of his grace! He left his throne a1: And. swift ur ruined race. He flew on wings of Jove. 3 Now pardon, lii - divine, In nch abundai For guilty rebels, dead in > And doomed to endless wo. 4 Tli' almighty Former of the skies St' air low abode : — While a mdering eyes, nf bailed tb? incarnate God. Renew our souls with heavenly strength. That we may folly prove The height, and depth, and breadtn, and Of such transcendent love. L Old Hundred t 1 WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway, In earth or heaven the Lord of all ; Let all the powers of earth obey. And low before his footstool fall. Q Higher — still .ell the strain; •. the note prolong; Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign- Let hallelujahs crown the song. JL04 Itaiiir. " 1 GLORY to God on high! 1. ; heaven and earth reply, u Praise ye his nam- Angels, his love ad Who all our sorrows bore ; Saints, sing for ever -Worthy the La::v 2 Ye, who surround the throne, Cheerfully join En one, Praising bis name : Ye. who ha e felt his blood sace with God, Sou; i the earth abroad. " Worthy the Lamb!*' 3 Join all the ransomed n Our Lord and God to bk • Praise ve his name. 28* 326 HYMNS. In him we will rejoice, Making a cheerful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, " Worthy the Lamb !" 4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease Praising his name : Still will we tribute bring ; Hail him our gracious l£ing ; And through all ages sing, "Worthy the Lamb!" A v'«> 6s & 4s. Italian Hymn ' ' 1 COME, all ye saints of God ! Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus' fame : Tell what his love has done ; Trust in his name alone ; Shout to his lofty throne, " Worthy the Lamb !" 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! Dry up your mournful tears ; Swell the glad theme : Praise ye our gracious King, Strike each melodious string, Join heart and voice to sing, " Worthy the Lamb !" . p" 3 Hark — how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name ! — Aff There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned, f While all the heavens resound, " Worthy the Lamb !" 166 C. M. Devizes. Marlow. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs, 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." HYMNS. 327 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power 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 thy endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred name Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 167 L. M. Hingham. 1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy name ! 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace, who groaned and Worthy to rise, and live, and reign [died, At his almighty Father's side. 3 Blessings forever on the Lamb, Who ibore the curse for wretched men : Let angels sound his sacred name, And every creature say — Amen. CM. Dedham. Westford. 1 D O Excellency of Christ. 1 INFINITE excellence is thine, Thou glorious Prince of Grace ! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, Come bending at thy feet ; To thee their prayers and songs ascend, In thee their wishes meet. 3 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store ; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more. 4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy ; They find their all in thee ; Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity. 328 HYMNS. 169 C. P. M. Rapture. Hobart. 1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine ! Pd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings In notes almost divine. 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin and wrath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And ail the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well — the delightful day will come, When my clear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face : Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend, A blest eternity I'll spend. Triumphant in his grace. I TO L. M. Kingham. Bath. 1 WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face. What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest ! 2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ ; I see the King off gtory shine ; I led his love— and call him mine, m? 3 Yet t1. my waiting eyes i1*1* 1 ds long to rise : f That grand assembly would I join, -aims* around thee shine. 171 CM. York. Barby. veto Christ fly vanities, depart : Forcer hence remove: HYMNS. 329 Jesus alone deserves my heart, And every thought of love. 2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt In all their softest forms, Sustained the heavy load of guilt For lost, rebellious worms. 3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view, And yet ungrateful prove ? And pierce his wounded heart anew, And grieve his injured love ? 4 Dear Lord, forbid !— oh ! bind this heart- Tins roving heart of mine- So firm, that it may ne'er depart, In chains of love'divine. 172 C« M. Covington. Kye. 1 DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?— Behold my heart, and see : And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee from my soul ? — Then let me nothing love : Dead be my heart to every jov, Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat My Saviour's voice to hear ? 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, I would disdain to feed ? Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead ? 5 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord, But yet I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, That I may love thee more. C M. Mansfield. Eustis. 1 K^EST Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts O er all thy graces rove, How is my soul in transport lost— In wonder, joy, and love ! P 2 Not softest strains can charm my ears, Like thy beloved name : 28* 330 HYMNS. — Nor aught beneath the skies inspire My heart with equal flame. 3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes Unnumbered blessings see ; But what is life, with all its bliss, If once compared with thee ? 4 Hast thou a rival in my breast ? — Search, Lord — for thou canst tell If aught can raise my passions thus, Or please my soul so well. f 5 No — thou art precious to my heart — My portion and my joy: Forever let thy boundless grace My sweetest thoughts employ. 174 C. M. Corinth. Chesterfield. Christ precious. The noblest balm of all its wounds, p The cordial of its care ! f 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name, > With my last laboring breath ; < Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms, — And trust thy love in death. C. M. Litchfield. Dundee. 175 doi 1 THOU lovely source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore ; Unvail thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more, f 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines ; But in thy sacred word I read, in fairer, brighter lines, P^> My bleeding — dying Lord. HYMNS. 331 — 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, p And sins and sorrows rise — f Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies, p 4 But ah ! too soon the pleasing scene Is clouded o'er wtfh pain ; My gloomy fears rise dark between, Len "And I again complain. mM 5 Jesus, my Lord — my life — my light, < Oh ! come with blissful ray ; f Break through the gloomy shades of night, And chase my fears away. 6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of thy love : Then shall I see thy glorious face In endless joy above. C. M. Franklin. Howard's. 176 1 THOU blest Redeemer, dying Lamb ! We love to hear of thee ; No music like thy charming name, Nor half so dear can be. 2 Oh may we ever hear thy voice ! In mercy to us speak ! In thee, O Lord, let us rejoice, And thy salvation seek. 3 Jesus shall ever be our theme, While in this world we stay ; We'll sing of Jesus' lovely name, When all things else decay. 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all his favorecl throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song. 1 • • L. M. Bath. Danvers. 1 JESUS ! in whom but thee above Can I repose my trust, my love ? And shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with thee ? 2 How soon, O Lord, will life decay ! How soon this world will pass away ! Ah ! what can mortal friends avail, When heart, and strength, and life shall fail ? 332 HYMNS. 3 Oh ! then be thou, my Saviour, nigh, And I will triumph while I die ; My strength, my portion, is divine, And Jesus is forever mine ! C. ML Mansfield. Bedford I/O Indebtedness to Christ. 1 TO thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise ; Oh ! let the feeblest of thy flock Attempt to speak thy praise. 2 But how shall mortal tongue express A subject so divine ? Do justice to so vast a theme, Or praise a love like thine ? 3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe To this amazing love ; Ten thousand thousand comforts here, And nobler bliss above. 4 To thee my trembling spirit flies, With siii and grief oppressed ; Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, And lulls my cares to rest. f 5 Lead on, dear Shepherd ! — led by thee, Xo evil shall I fear ; Soon shall I reach thy fold above, And praise thee better there. 179 C. M. Medfield. Dundee. 1 JESUS ! to thy celestial light, My dawn of hope I owe ; Once wandering in the shades of night, And lost in helpless wo. 2 Th\r gracious hand redeemed the slave, And set the prisoner free : Be all I am — and all I have, Devoted, Lord, to thee. 3 Here at thy feet I wait thy will, And live upon thy word : Oh ! give me wanner love and zeal, To serve my dearest Lord. 180 CM. St. Martin's. Nottingham. 1 AND why do our admiring eyes These gospel glories see ? 181 HYMNS. 333 And whence — doth every heart reply — Salvation sent to me ? And dost thou, Lord, subdue my heart, And show my sins forgiven r And bear thy witness to my part Among the heirs of heaven ? Redeemed by thee, most gracious Lord, We'll sing our Saviour's name ; And while the long salvation lasts, Its sovereign power proclaim. L. If. Timsbury. Arnheim. Not ashamed of Christ. 1 JESUS ! and shall it ever be— A mortal man ashamed of thee ? Ashamed of thee — whom angels praise ? Whose glories shine through endless days ? 2 Ashamed of Jesus ? — that dear friend On whom mv hopes of heaven depend ? No ! — when I blush, be this my shame — That I no more revere his name. 3 Ashamed of Jesus ? — yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away — No tear to wipe — no good to crave, No fears to quell — no soul to save ! 4 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ! And oh ! may this my glory be — That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 182 C. M. Westmoreland. Colchester. 1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — His name is all my trust ; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope'be lost. 3 Firm as his throne — his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour. 334 HYMNS. 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. lOO C. M. Nottingham. Stamford. 1 DEAR Lord, and will thy pardoning love, Embrace a wretch so vile ? Wilt thou my load of guilt remove, And bless me with thy smile ? 2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, And suffered all my shame ? And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, To own thy precious name ? f M 3 No, Lord — I'm not ashamed of thee, Nor of thy cause on earth — Aff Oh do not be ashamed of me, Len When I resign my breath, mf 4 Be thou my shield — be thou my sun — Oh guide me all my days, And let my feet with joy still run In thy delightful ways. C. If. Corinth. Canterbury. IOt: The Ingratitude of rejecting Christ. 1 AND will the Lord thus condescend To visit sinful worms ? Thus at the door shall mercy stand, In all her winning forms ? 2 Surprising grace ! — and shall my heart Unmoved and cold remain ? Has it no soft — no tender part ? Must mercy plead in vain ? 3 Shall Jesus for admission sue, His charming voice unheard ? And shall my Heart, his rightful due, Remain forever barred ? 4 Dear Lord, exert thy conquering grace ; Thy mighty power display : One beam of glory from thy face Can melt my sin away. lo5 L. If. Medway. 1 OH stubborn hearts, that could withstand The efforts of a Saviour's hand ! 186 HYMNS. 335 Oh gracious Saviour, who would'st bleed, When words and tears could not succeed ! 2 Dear Lord, in me thy power exert, Subdue my proud, unfeeling heart, Then through the earth, in mercy reign, And reap the fruit of all thy pain. 83 &c 7s. Benson. Messina. Rejoicing before the Cross. 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross 1 spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend. 2 Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie ; While I see divine compassion Beaming in his gracious eye. 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. 4 May I still enjoy this feeling, Still to my Redeemer go ; Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more truly know. 187 C. ML Nottingham. Patmoa. The Gospel a Savor of Life or Death. 1 CHRIST and his cross are all our theme : The mysteries that we speak Are scandal in the Jews' esteem, And folly to the Greek. 2 But souls enlightened from above With joy receive the word ; They see what wisdom, power, and love, Shine in their dying Lord. 3 The vital savor of his name Restores their fainting breath ; But unbelief perverts the same To guilt — despair— and death. 4 Till God diffuse his graces down, Like showers of heavenly rain, In vain Apollos sows the ground, And Paul may plant in rain. 336 HYMNS. L. M. Bath. Uxbridge. loo Tiie World crucified to us bxj the Cross. 1 HOW great the wonders of that cross, Where our Redeemer bled and died ! Its noblest life our spirit draws From his deep wounds and pierced side. 2 It cost him death to save our lives ; To buy our souls, it cost his own : And all the heavenly joys he gives Were bought with agonies unknown. 3 Let sin's delights be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem : The love of Christ fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on him ! 4 I would forever speak his name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. 189 L. l£ Danvers. Luton. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And poui'contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. . 3 See from his head — his hands — his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing — so divine, Demands my soul — my life — my all. 190 L. M. Bath. Ralston. Faith contemplating Christ's Sufferings. 1 NOW let our faith grow strong, and rise, And view our Lord in all his love ; Look back to hear his dying cries, Then mount, and see his throne above. HYMNS. 337 mP 2 See where he languished on the cross ! Beneath our sins he groaned and died : — m£ See where he sits to plead our cause, By his almighty Father's side ! 3 How shall we, pardoned rebels, show How much we love our Saviour God? Lord ! here we'd banish every foe — We hate the sins which cost thy blood. 1 Jl C. ML Mear. Irish. 1 PREPARE us, Lord ! to view thy cross, Who all our griefs hast borne ; Tu look on thee, whom we have pierced — To look on thee, and mourn. 2 While thus we mourn, we would rejoice, And, as thy i see, Let each exclaim, in faith and hope — " The Saviour died for me !" ^ ^ ^ L. M. Lowell. Effingham. J *J ** IT \anato the Son of David. " 1 WHAT are those soul-reviving strains, Which echo thus from Salem's plains * What anthems loud, and louder still, So sweetly sound from Zion's hill ? 2 Lo ! 'tis an infant chorus sings, Hosanna to the rung of kings : The Saviour comes \ — and babes proclaim Salvation, sent in Jesus' name. 3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise, For we will join this song of praise ; Still Israel's children forward press To hail the Lord their righteousness. 4 Messiah's name shall joy impart Alike to Jew and Gentile heart: He bled for us — he bled for you, And we will sing hosanna tbo. f 5 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear; See David's Son and Lord appear ! ff All praise on earth to him be iriven, And glory shout through highest heaven ! 1 qq L. M. Alfreton. Duke Street. 1 V O Christ the Redeemer and Jadg e. 1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dvin^ love, 29 J¥* 7 338 HYMNS. 4 Be humble honors paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 'Twas he, who cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in his precious blood ; 'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be everlasting power confessed ; Let every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move ; Though with our sins we pierced him once, Now he displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord — nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay. . L. M. Danvers. Bath. J. »/t The Church rejoicing in her King. 1 JESUS, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee ; Like that blest hour, when from above We first received thy pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comforts sink — nor love grow cold. 4 Let every moment, as it fries, Increase thy praise — improve cur joys, f Till we are raised to slug thy name, And taste the supper of the Lamb. li/D S. M. Utica. Hudson. 1 NOT with our mortal eyes Have we beheld the Lord ; Yet we rejoice to hear his name, And love him in his word. HYMNS. 339 2 On earth we want the right Of our K Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight To dwell upon thy gi 3 And when we feel thy 1 Diyiner joys at On wings of faith we Boar ahove To mansions in the - HOLY SPIRIT. L. M. Dan vers. Nazareth. iyO The Spirit enlightening and rem 1 ETERNAL Spirit ! w< Ami sing the wonders of thy grau Thy |»«)\\ i g our blessings down Prom <;<»d the Lather, and the Son. 2 Enlightened by thine heavenly ray. Our shades and darkness turn to day ; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge too. f 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin ; Our wild, imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. p 4 The troubled e knows thy voice ; < Thy cheering words awake ourjo] > Thy words alia} the stormy wind — P And calm tin- he mind. B. M. Dover. Pentonville. 1*7 # The imL Spirit. 1 'TIS God the Spirit 1< In paths before unknown : The work to be performed is ours, The strength is all his own. 2 Supported by his grace, We still pursue our way ; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 3 Ti? he that works to will, 'Tis he that works to do ; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too. 340 HYMNS. inQ L. M. Medway. Bath. JLi/O Teachings of the Spirit. 1 COME, blessed Spirit, source of light, Whose power and grace are unconfined, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy words reveal ; Cause me to run the heavenly way, Make me delight to do thy will." 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below, And excellence of things above. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad ; Oh show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God. C. If. Lutzen. Stephens. A *) \j Regeneration by the Holy Spirit. 1 NOT all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 2 The sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace ; Born in the image of his Son, A new, peculiar race. 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, Blows on the sons of flesh, New-models ail the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise From their long sleep of death ; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. 200 CM. St. Martin's. Stamford. 1 LET songs of praises fill the sky ! Behold th' ascended Lord Sends down his Spirit from on high, And thus fulfils his word. HYMNS. 341 2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, New life creates within : He raises sinners from the death Of trespasses and sin. 3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, And shows them unto men ; The humble soul his temple makes, God's image stamps again. Aff 4 Come, Holy Spirit ! from above, With thy celestial lire ; Oh come ! with holy zeal and love Each heart and tongue inspire ! 201 L. M. Duke Street. Descent of the Holy Spirit. 1 BLEST day ! when our ascended Lord Fulfilled his own prophetic word ; Sent down his Spirit, to inspire His saints, baptized with holy fire. 2 While by his power these signs were wrought, While divers tongues bis wisdom taught, His love one only subject gave — That Jesus died'tbe world to save ! 3 Sure peace with God ! — the joyful sound Pours wide its sacred influence round ; Relenting foes his grace receive, And humbled myriads hear and live ! q(\c\ s- M- Little MaiUio!o\ HaverhiU. &\j-i Influences of the Spirit implored. [To renew and sanctify.] ^ 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine ; And on this poor benighted soul With beams of mercy shine. 2 Oh ! melt this frozen heart ; This stubborn will subdue ; Each evil passion overcome, And form me all anew. 3 Mine will the profit be, But thine shall be the praise ; And unto thee will I devote The remnant of mv davs. 29* 342 HYMNS. S. M. Olmutz. Hudson. 203 Aff l COME, Holy Spirit, come ! Let thy bright beams arise : Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us all of sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood ; And to our wondering view reveal The mercies of our God. 3 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove ; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, mf To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. mP 5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts ; Our minds from bondage free ; mf Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and Thee. ^04 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Edyfield- Aff i HOLY GHOST, with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away, Turn the darkness intc^day. 2 Let me see my Saviour's face, Let me all his beauties trace : Show those glorious truths to me, Which are only known by thee. 3 Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. 4 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine , Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 5 Holy Spirit, all divine, Dwell within this heart of mine ; Cast down every idol throne, Reign supreme — and reign alone. HYMNS. 343 205 L. M. Alfreton. St. Paul's. Aff 1 COME, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love : Oh ! turn to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy sovereign power be known. 2 Speak thou— and from the haughtiest eyes Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise ; While all their glowing souls are borne To seek that grace which now they scorn. 3 Oh ! let a holy flock await, In crowds around thy temple-gate ! Each pressing on with zeal to oe A living sacrifice to thee. 20 O C. M. Grafton. Medfield [To quicken.] Aff 1 COME, Holv Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these'trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie In this poor dying state, Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great ! nf 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; > Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, — And that shall kindle ours. 20 • L. M. Hingham. Ward. [To guide.] Aff 1 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above : Be thou our guardian — thou our guide ! O'er every thought and step preside. 344 HYMNS. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way: Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road Which we must take to dwell with God : Lead us to Christ — the living way ; Nor let us from his pastures stray. 4 Lead us to God — our final rest, To be with him forever blest : mf Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — Fulness of joy forever there ! £VO c. M. Dedham. Ely. Aff 1 FATHER, to thee our souls we lift, On thee our hope depends, Convinced that every perfect gift From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And power and wisdom too ; Without the Spirit of thy Son We nothing good can do. 3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought, Our good is all divine ; The praise of every holy thought, And righteous word, is thine. 4 From thee — through Jesus — we receive The power on thee to call ; In thee, O Lord, we move, and live — Our God is all in all. Avis L. M. Summer. Warrington. [To prepare for Worship.] Aff 1 COME, Holy Spirit, calm each mind, And fit us to approach our God ; Remove eacli vain, each worldly thought, And lead us to thy blest abode. 2 Hast thou imparted to our souls A living spark of holy fire ? Oh ! kindle now the sacred flame ; Make us to burn with pure, desire. 3 Still brighter faith and hope impart, And let us now our Saviour see : Oh ! soothe and cheer each burdened heart, And bid our spirits rest in thee. HYMNS. 345 210 CM. St. Martin's. Mear. Aff 1 GREAT Father of each perfect gift, Behold thy servants wait ; With longing eyes — and lifted hands, We flock around thy gate. 2 Oh shed abroad that royal gift, Thy Spirit from above, To bless our eyes with sacred light, And fire our hearts with love. 3 Blest earnest of eternal joy, Declare our sins forgiven ; f And bear, with energy divine, Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 211 C M. Bedford. York. Aff l FATHER of all— in whom alone We live, and move, and breathe ; One bright celestial ray send down, And cheer thy sons beneath. 2 While in thy word we search for thee, Oh fill our souls with awe ; Thy light impart, that we may see The wonders of thy law. 3 Now let our darkness comprehend The light that shines so clear ; Now thy revealing Spirit send, And give us ears to hear. 4 Before us make thy goodness pass, Which here by faith we know ; Let us in Jesus see thy face, And die to all below. 2i\Jd H. M. Bethesda Aff l O THOU that nearest prayer ! Attend our humble cry ; And let thy servants share Thy blessing from on high : We plead the promise of thy word, Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry ; If they, with love sincere, Their children's wants supply ; Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray. 346 HYMNS. 3 Our heavenly Father thou — We — children of thy grace — Oil let thy Spirit now Descend and fill the place ; So shall we feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise thy name. *■< A O Benson. Messina. [To comfort.] Aff 1 HOLY GHOST, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of nature's night; Come, thou source of joy and gladness, Breathe thy life — and spread thy light. 2 Author of our new creation, Bid us all thine influence prove: Make our souls thy habitation; Shed abroad the Saviour's love. ^1 a 7s. Benson. Alsen. 1 COME, divine and peaceful Guest, Enter each devoted breast ; Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, Kindle there the gospel tire. 2 Bid our sin and sorrow cease; Fill us with thy heavenly peace; Joy divine We then shall prove, Light of truth — and fire of love. +* ±0 7s. Alcester. Naples. Aff 1 GRACIOUS Spirit— Love divine ! Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove. Fill me with' thy heavenly love. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Land) of G >d, Wash me in bis precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart; Seal salvation on my heart: Breathe thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way ; Fill my soul with joy divine ; Keep me, Lord, forever thine. HYMNS. 347 2 1 0 Amsterdam. Aff I SAVIOUR. I - y word belie unbelief re" mc quickening Spirit give. The unction from a. S .1 good thou art : Now ' >rd fulfil : The Holy eal. 2 B And live and move in me : •d thine ov In all things hee: my sin and tear dej And", within, oh deign to dwell : Faithful Witness, in my heart Thy perfect light reveal. omthe world cannot rec O I. 1 in me : 9 d of God, I eease to live, Unless I live to thee : as me choose the better part : Oh, do thou my pardon - Send the witness to inv heart. The Holy Ghost reveal. - 1 t L. M. Medway. Bath. Af 1 GR1 . and shall rest In such a wretched heart as mine ? Unworthy dwelling ! — glorious Guest ! — w great the favor! — how divine ! '2 When sin prevails — and gloomy And hope aim stei a in night. Lord, can thy Spirit then be here — Great - Sure the 1 rter is nigh ! ill my ho] *• I love my G ' not thy blissful ray Wnich bi lawn of sacred peace? 348 HYMNS. 5 Let thy good Spirit in my heart Forever dwell — O God of love ! And light and heavenly peace impart — Sweet earnest of the joys above. ^1 0 L. M. Medway. Bath 1 THE Holy Spirit sure is nigh ! 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ! Else would my hope forever die, And every cheering ray depart. 2 When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice The, tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping powers rejoice ? 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish, my heart aspires ; Can it be less than power divine, Which animates these strong desires ? 4 What less than thy almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust ? mY*J S. M. Bethany. Haverhill Aff 1 BLEST Comforter divine ! Let rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And guide our souls above. 2 Draw, with thy still small voice, Us from each sinful way ; And bid the mourning saint rejoice, Though earthly joys decay. 3 By thine inspiring breath Make every cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear. 4 Oh, fill thou every heart With love to all our race ! Great Comforter ! to us impart These blessings of thy grace. mJ!\j L. M. Hingham. Brentford Aff l BREATHE, Holy Spirit, from above, Until our hearts with fervor glow : Oh, kindle there a Saviour's love, True sympathy with human wo. HYMNS. 349 2 Bid our conflicting passions cease, And terror from each conscience flee ; Oh, speak to every bosom peace, Unknown to all who know not thee. 3 Give us to taste thy heavenly joy, Our hopes to brightest glory raise ; Guide us to bliss without alloy, And tune our hearts to endless praise. "1 C. xM. Medfield. Oakland. 1 WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days ? — Great Comforter ! descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, And seal them heirs of heaven ? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven ? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In my Redeemer's blood ; And bear thy .witness with my heart, That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home. ***** C. IV. Mansfield. Medfield. Aff 1 ETERNAL Spkit !— God of truth! Our contrite hearts ins lire : Kindle the flame of heavenly love, And feed the pure desi.e. 2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, With guilt and fear oppressed : 'Tis thine to bid the dying live, And give the weary rest. 3 Subdue the power of every sin, Whate'er that sin may be ; That we with humble, holy heart, May worship only thee. 4 Then with our spirits witness bear, That we are sons of God ; Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood. 30 350 HYMNS. JdAO L. M. Sunderland. Uxbridge p 1 THE Spirit, like a peaceful dove, Flies from the realms of noise and strife : Why should we vex and grieve his love, Who seals our souls to lieavenly life ! 2 Tender and kind be all our thoughts ; Through all our lives let mercy run ; So God forgives our numerous faults, Through grace abounding in the Son. ££*± L. M. Hingham. Bowen. Aff 1 SPIRIT of peace ! immortal Dove ! Here let thy gentle influence reign : Come, fill my soul with heavenly love, And all the graces of thy train. 2 Not all the sweets beneath the sky, Nor corn, nor oil, nor richest wine, Could raise my tuneful song so high, Or yield me pleasures so divine. 3 Blest with thy presence, I could meet Death, though in all his terrors dressed ; Nor, while I taste a joy so sweet, One fear disturb my peaceful breast. r^r^m, !*• M. Windham. Hingham. mmO The Spirit entreated not to depart. Aff 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit— stay! Though I have done thee such despite ; Cast nut a sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received ; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 3 Yet, oh ! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest ; Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release : Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. HYMNS. 351 L. M. Hingham. Danvers. 1. — 1> Prayer for the Return of the Spirit. 1 O LORD, and shall our fainting souls, Thv just displeasure ever mourn ; Thv Spirit, grieved, and long withdrawn, Will he no more to us return ? 2 Great Source of light and peace, return, Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain ; Come, repossess these longing hearts With all the graces of thy train. 3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand, Once more be with thy presence blest : Here be thy grace anew displayed, Be this thine everlasting rest. mm( L. M. Danvers. Rotterdam. 1 LORD, in the temples of thy grace Thy saints behold thy smiling face ; Here have we seen thy glory shine With power and majesty divine, p 2 Return, O Lord — our spirits cry — Our graces droop — our comforts die ; — Return, and let thy glories rise Again to our admiring eyes ; mf 3 Till, filled with light, and joy, and love, Thy courts below, like those above, f Triumphant hallelujahs raise, ff Till heaven and earth resound thy praise. WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS OF THE GOSPEL. L. 31. Windham mmO The broad and narrow Ways. 1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there ; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command ; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 352 HYMNS. 3 The fearful soul, that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; Create my heart entirely new ; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain ; Which false apostates never knew. AAv C. M. Grafton. Rochester. 1 STRAIT is the way — the door is strait, That leads to joys on high : 'Tis but a few that find the gate, While crowds mistake and die. 2 Beloved self must be denied, The mind and will renewed, Passion suppressed — and patience tried, Aud vain desires subdued. 3 Lord, can a feeble, helpless worm Fulfil a task so hard ? Thy grace must all the work perform, And give the free reward. S. M. Cedron. Haverhill. 230 The Way of Sin not the Way to Heaven. 1 CAN sinners hope for heaven, Who love this world so well ? Or dream of future happiness, While on the road to hell ? 2 Can sin's deceitful wav Conduct to Zion's hill ? Or those expect with God to reign Who disregard his will ? 3 Shall they hosannas sing, With an unhallowed tongue ? Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbor wrong ? 4 Thy grace, O God, alone, Good hopes can e'er afford ! The pardoned and renewed shall see The glory of the Lord. L. M. Ralston. Hingham. ^OJL Danger of rejec ting Christ. p' f 1 HARK ! from the cross a voice of peace Bids Sinai's awful thunder cease ! — HYMNS. 353 *ff Sinner! that voice of love obey, From Christ, the true, the living way. 2 How else his presence wilt thou bear, When he in judgment shall appear ? When slighted love to wrath shall turn, And all the earth like Sinai burn ? 3 Now from the cross a voice of peace o Bids Sinai's awful thunder cease — AS O sinner, while 'tis called to-day, That voice of saving love obey. L. M. Ralston. Uxbridge. -*Jw One Thing needful. 1 WHY will ve waste on trifling cares That life which God's compassion spares? While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is lorgot ? 2 Shall God invite you from above ? Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? And all these pleas unite in vain ? 3 Not so your eyes will always view Those objects which you now pursue : Not so will heaven and heil appear, When death's decisive hour is near. Aff 4 Almighty God ! thy grace impart ; Fix deep conviction on each heart : Nor let us waste on trifling cares That life which thy compassion spares. 233 8s, 7 s & 4. Greenville. The Sinner invited and threatened. 1 HEAR, O sinner ! — mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls ; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls; Hear, O sinner ! — 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 See ! the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread ; < Hark ! the awful thunders rolling f Loud, and louder o'er your head ; — mP Turn, O sinner ! — Lest the lightnings strike vou dead* 30* 354 HYMNS. — 3 Haste ! O sinner ! to the Saviour, Seek his mercy while you may ; Soon the day of grace is over ; Soon your life will pass away ; Haste, O sinner ! — You must perish — if you stay. 234 8s. 7s & 4. Greenville. Greece. 1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message, Sent in mercy from above ? Every sentence — oh how tender! Every line is full of love : Listen to it — Every line is full of love. 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, News from Zion's King proclaim, " Pardon to each rebel sinner ! — Free forgiveness in his name." — How important ! — "Free forgiveness in his name !" 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; And, with news of consolation, Chase awav the falling tears: Tender heralds ! — Chase away the falling tears. 4 False professors — grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford ; We entreat you— fake the warnings they afford. 5 Who hath our report believed ? Who received the joyful word ? Who embraced the news of pardon, Offered to you by the Lord ? Can "you slight it ? — Offered to you by the Lord ! 6 Oh, ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way ; Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tiding^ bear without delay : Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. HYMNS. 355 *J>(jO S. M. Mornington. Miletus. 1 MY son, know thou the Lord, Thy fathers' God obey ; Seek "his protecting care by ni^ht, His guardian hand by day. 2 Call, while he may be found, Oh seek him while he's near ; Serve him with all thy heart and mind, And worship him with fear. 3 If thou wilt se^k his face, His ear will hear thy cry ; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, His grace forever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heaven ; Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, Len And never be forgiven. &0\) Ts. Norwich. Edyfieli. 1 SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake — and o'er thy folly weep ; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead, Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Wake from sleep — arise from death — See the bright and living path: Watchful tread that path — be wise, Leave thy folly — Beet the skies. 3 Leave thy folly — cease from crime, From this hour redeem thy time ; Life secure, without delay, Evil is thy mortal day. 4 Oh ! then, rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake ! and o'er thy folly weep ; Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light. 237 7s. Norwich. Edyfield. Danger of Delay. 1 HASTE, O sinner — now be wise ; Stay not for the morrow's sun : Wisdom, if you still despise, Harder is it to be wo- . 356 HYMNS. . 2 Haste — and mercy now implore ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Haste, O sinner — now return ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Haste, O sinner — now be blest ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. C. If, Medford. Judea. JiSo The Gospel Trumpet. f ? 1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And: vainly strive with earthly toys To fill th' immortal mind,— 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, > And pine away and die — — Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never diy. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day ; — mp Lord — we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. £oJ S. M. St. Thomas. Pnddington. 1 YE trembling captives, hear !— The gospel .trumpet sounds: No music more can charm the ear, Or heal your heart-felt wounds. HYMNS. 357 2 'Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar ; Salvation's news it spreads afar, And vengeance is no more. 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, Glad heaven aloud proclaims ; And earth the Jubilee's release, With eager rapture, claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands The saving news shall spread ; And Jesus all his willing bands, In glorious triumph lead. ^4U 8s & 4. Ley den. Pomfret. ' f 1 HARK, hark ! the gospel trumpet sounds, Through earth and heaven the echo bounds; Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood ! Sinners are reconciled to God, By grace divine ! 2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news, Nor longer dare the grace refuse ; Mercy and justice here combine, Goodness and truth harmonious join, T' invite you near. Ill 3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre ; Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire ; ^ Let both the Saviour's love proclaim — Forever worthy is the Lamb Of endless praise. ^ , t L. M. Slade. Waterville. ^ xl Christ's Invitation to Sin?ie?'s. mp 1 " COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come ; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of me : I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; f But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind, mp 3 Blest is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight ; My yoke is easy to the neck, My grace shall make the burden light." 358 HYMMS. =af 4 Jesus, we come at thy command ; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Ji4:Jd 7s. Rutland. Adullum. 1 FROM the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear! — " Love's redeeming work is done — Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne, Why beneath thy burdens groan ? On my pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid — Bow the knee, and kiss the Son — Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 3 Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest dainties stored ; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Yet again a child confessed, Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come. 4 Soon the days of life shall end — Lo, I come— your Saviour, Friend ! Safe 3rour spirits to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home — Come and welcome, sinner, come !" 243 CM. Baldwin. Howard's. 1 THE Saviour calls— let every ear Attend the heavenly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear ; Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here, streams of bounty flow; And life, raid health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal wo. 3 Ye sinners, come — 'tis mercy's voice; That gracious voice obey; 'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys — And can yon yet delay?" HYMNS. 359 Aff 4 Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts ; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink — and never die. 244 Benson. Alsen. 1 COME ! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice ■ I will guide you to your home — Weary pilgrims ! hither come. 2 Hither come — for here is found Balm for every bleeding wound, Peace, which ever shall endure — Rest, eternal — sacred — sure ! 245 C. M. Eastport. Dedham. Invitation to tlie Heavy-laden. 1 ALL ye, who feel distressed for sin, And fear eternal wo, You Christ invites to enter in — This hour to Jesus go ! 2 He, by his own almighty word, Will all your fears remove ; For every Wound his precious blood A sovereign balm shall prove. "tf M3 His conquering giace shall set you free From sin's oppressive chains, From Satan's hateful tyranny, And everlasting pains. Aff 4 Come then, ye heavy-laden — come ! His instant help implore : > Millions have found a peaceful home — nf There's room for millions more. ^4b L. M. Wakefield- Danvere. 1 COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed, Oh come ! accept the promised rest: The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppressed with guilt — a painful load, Oh come, and bow before your God ! Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt — and heal your rroes j 360 HYMNS. Here's pardon; life, and endless peace — Eow rich the g' I ! — how free the jrrace ! 247 (Trace ! C. :T. Eastpcrt. Patmos 1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard; His mercy speaks to-day ; He calls you by his sovereign wcrd« From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rect, You live devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast, Deprive your souls of ease. 3 Why will you in the crooked ways Oi'sin and folly go ? In pain you travail all your days, To reap immortal w6 ! 4 But he, who turns to God, shall live, Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive, Of those who seek his face. 5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Renouncing every sin ; Submit to him, your sovereign Lore, And learn his will divine. 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ! He pardons like a God: He will forgive your numercui faults Through our Redeemer's Lucca. 248 If. Havcrbul. Little iTarKjoro'* 1 OH, cease ! my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam ; All this wide world, to either polo, Has not for thee a home. 2 Behold the ark of God! Behold the open door; Oh ! haste to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 3 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest. HYMNS. 361 Greenville. And bear us, on thy gentle wave — — To him who all thy virtues gave. S. Iff. Southfield. Miletus. &d>\j Now the accepted Time. 1 NOW is th' accepted time, Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinners, come, without delay,* And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day : To-morrow it may be toolate, Then why should you delay ? 3 Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come ; And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room. mP 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thv love : — Then will the angels swiftly fly To bear trie news above. *OU :i. Little Marlboro'. Dunbar 1 ALL yesterday is gone! To-morrow's not: our own ; 31 * 366 HYMNS. O sinner, come, without delay, To bow before the throne ? 2 Oh hear his voice to-day, And harden not your heart : To-morrow, with a frown, he may Pronounce the word — depart. _ C. M. Rochester. Dedham- ^O JL Pardon and Sanctification offered. 1 IN vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind ; The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind. 2 But God can every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace : He gives by covenant, and by oath, The riches of his grace. 3 Come — and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains In that dear fountain which his Son Poured from his dying veins. 4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave his law ; And every motion of our souls To swift obedience draw. 5 Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise ; We, the dear people of his love, And he, our God of grace. C. INT. Meai York ,«U_ God's gracious Call to Sinners. 1 LET us adore the grace that seeks To draw our hearts above : For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks, And every word is love. 2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face, By Christ the living way ; And praise thee for this hour of grace Through an eternal da} i iiOO CM. Grafton. Corinth. 1 RETURN, () wanderer— now return ! And seek thy Father's face ! Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled bv his grace. HYMNS. 367 2 Return, O wanderer — now return ! He hears thy humble sigh : He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer — now return ! Thy Saviour bids thee live : Go to" his feet — and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer — now return ! And wipe tbe falling tear : Thy Father calls — no longer mourn! 'Tis love invites thee near. ^04 L. H. Uxbridge. Duke Street. 1 THUS saith the wisdom of the Lord, Blessed is the man that hears my word ; Keeps daily watch before my gates, And at my feet for mercy waits. 2 The soul that seeks me shall obtain Immortal wealth, and heavenly gain ; Immortal life is his reward, Life, and the favor of the Lord. ■» p 7s. Turin. Pilton. *«Ot) Sinners urged to accept the Invitation. 1 YE, who in his courts are found, Listening to the joyful sound, Lost and helpless as ye are, Sons of sorrow, sin, and care, Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings. 2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes, View this bleeding sacrifice; See, in him, your sins forgiven, Pardon, holiness, and heaven : Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings. ^Ot> 7s. Xorwich. Alsen. 1 SINNERS, turn— why will ye die ? God, your Maker, asks you why: God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live. 2 Sinners, turn — why will ye die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why : 368 HYMNS. He, who did your souls retrieve, He who died, that ye might live. 3 Will you let him die in vain ? Crucify your Lord again ? Why— ye ransomed sinners — why- Will ye" slight his grace, and die ? 4 Sinners, turn— why will ye die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why : He who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love ; — 5 Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live ? Oh ! ye dying sinners, why — Why will yeYorever die? 267 L. M. Windham. Ralston. Expostulation. 1 SINNER, oh why so thoughtless grown ? Why in such dreadful haste to die ? Daring to leap to worlds unknown ! Heedless against thy God to fly ! 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate. Urged on by sin's delusive dreams? Madly attempt tlf infernal gate, And force thy passage to'the flames ? 3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains ; And hear the Lord of life unfold The glories of his dying pains ! — Forever telling, yet untold ! 268 CONVICTION AND CONFESSION. C. M. Grafton. Medneld. Co7iviciio7i by the L 1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread ! I was alive without the law. And thought my sins were dead. 9 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; But since the precept came With such convincing power and light, I find how vile I am. HYMNS. 369 3 Mv gruilt appeared but small before, Till I with terror saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure Is tliine eternal law. 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load — My sins revived again : I had provoked a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain. 5 My God ! I cry with every breath, TExert thy power to save, Oh ! breakthe yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave. ^Oi7 8. M. Olmutz. Little Marlboro'. 1 MY former hopes are fled, 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, u Flee from the wrath to come." 4 I see — or think I see, A glimmering from afar : mf 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 iraze upon it while I run, Acd watch the rising day. ^ L. M. Med way. Middlebury. &i\J Impenitence deplored. 1 AMID displays of wrath and love, What stubborn creatures, Lord, are we ! No relish for the joys of heaven, No dread of endless misery. 2 With what a base contempt we treat Thy threatenings and thy promises ! Duty neglect — and mercy slight, Nor fear to sin — nor seek to please 370 HYMNS. 3 Could angels weep— for us they'd mourn : Break, then, these flinty hearts, O God ! Sure we must melt beneath thy grace, Or feel the terrors of thy rod. C. M. Grafton. Spencer. £i\ Confession. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! God of grace! We all, like sheep astray, In folly, from thy paths have turned, Each to his sinful way. 2 Sins of omission and of act Through all our lives abound ; Alas ! indiought, and word, and deed, No health in us is found. 3 Oh spare us. Lord !— in mercy spare ! Our contrite souls restore, * Through him who suffered on the cross. And man's transgressions bore. 4 And grant, O Father! for his sake That we, through all our days, A just and godly life may lead, To thine eternal praise. C. M. Grafton. Eastport 35f m Coldness and Inconstancy lamented. 1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound Of thy salvation, Lord ! Yet still how weak our faith is found, And knowledge of thy word ! P 2 How cold and feeble is our love ! How negligent our fear ! How low our hope of joys above ! How few affections there ! — 3 Great God ! thy sovereign power impart, To give thy word success ! Write thy salvation in each heart, And make us learn thy grace. mf 4 Show our forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high ; Where knowledge grows without decay, &nd love shall never die. HYMNS. 371 27 3 C. M. Barby. Stamford. 1 PERPETUAL Source of light and grace, We hail thy sacred name ; Through every year's revolving round, Thy goodness is the same. 2 On us, all worthless as we are, It wondrous mercy pours ; As sure as heaven's established course, And plenteous as the showers. 3 Inconstant service we repay, And treacherous vows renew ; As false as morning's scattering cloud, And transient as the dew. p 4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn, And loud implore thy grace, To bear our feeble footsteps on, In all thy righteous ways, f 5 Armed with this energy divine, Our souls shall steadfast move ; And with increasing transport press To thy bright courts above. 274 L. Bf. Middlebury. 1 DEAR Jesus — when — when shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee ? When will this war of passion cease, And I enjoy a lasting peace ? 2 Here I repent, and sin again ; Sometimes revive — sometimes am slain ; Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, oh ! too often wounds thy heart. 3 When, gracious Lord — when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee — The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love ? CHRISTIAN GRACES. 275 C. If. Medfield. Spencer. Prayer for Repentance. OH for that tenderness of heart, Which bows before the Lord ! That owns how just and good thou art, And trembles at thy word ! 372 HYMNS. 2 Oh for those humble, contrite tears Which from repentance flow ! That sense of guilt, which trembling fears The long suspended blow ! 3 Saviour, to me in pity give For sin the deep distress, The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me die in peace ! — 4 Oh fill my soul with faith and love, And strength to do thy will ; Raise my desires and hopes above, Thyself to me reveal. 0-, C. M. Patraos. Bether m4K} Repentance in View of Divine Patience. 1 AND are we, wretches, yet alive ! And do we yet rebel ! 'Tis boundless ! 'tis amazing love ! That bears us up from hell ! 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames ; And threatening vengeance rolls above, To crush our feeble frames. 3 Almighty goodness cries — " Forbear" — And straight the thunder stays ; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace, mp 4 Lord — we have long abused thy love, Too long indulged our sin ; Our aching hearts now bleed to see What rebels we have been, mf ' '5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command ; No more will we obey : < Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, f And drive thy toes away. S. M. Dartmouth. Mornington. Ingratitude deplored. 1 IS this the kind return ? Are these the thanks we owe ? Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow ! 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind ! 277 HYMNS. 373 What strange, rebellious wretches we ! And God as strangely kind ! 3 Turn— turn us, mighty God ! And mould our souls afresh ! mf » * Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, — And give us hearts of flesh. 4 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes ; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. £\"yq C' **• Burford. Grafton £ I O Indwelling Sin lamented. 1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, Before 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 every sin. 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel These struggles in my breast ? When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, And give my conscience rest ? mf 4 Break, sovereign grace — oh break the charm, And set the captive free : Reveal, great God, thy mighty arm, And haste to rescue me. 279 7s. Norwich. 1 GOD of merry ! — God of grace ! Hear our sad, repentant songs, Oh restore thy suppliant race, Thou, to whom our praise belongs ! 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted— time misspent ; Hearts debased bv worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent,— 3 Foolish fears, and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain, Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain ; — 32 F 374 HYMNS. 4 These — and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own : Humbled at thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from thy throne ! 5 God of mercy ! God of grace ! Hear our sad, repentant songs, Oh restore thy suppliant race, Thou, to whom our praise belongs ! C. P. M. Aithlone. mO\3 The Penitent surrendering . 1 LORD, thou hast won— at length I yield ; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee : Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against thy love ? — Love conquers even me. 2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been: But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, And now, I hate my sin. mf 3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone ; Come, take possession of thine own, For thou hast set me free ; Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers in waiting stand, To be employed by thee. 281 S. M. Haverhill. Cedron. Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion. 1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from everyeye. 2 The Son of God in tears— The wondering angels see ! Be thou astonished, O my soul ! p He shed those tears — for thee. 3 He wept — that we might weep — Each sin demands a tear ; — mf In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. 282 HYMNS. 375 C. M. Medfield. Bether. 1 DEAR Saviour ! when my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace, Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall, And hide this wretched face. 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? Ah! vile, ungrateful heart i 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 wandering soul restores : He bids the mourning heart partake The pardon it implores. 5 Oh ! while I breathe to thee, my Lord, The humble, contrite 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. &0& 7s. Norwich. PleyePs Hymn 1 DEPTH of mercy ! — can there be Mercy still reserved for me ! Can my God his wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hear his gracious calls ; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 Yet how ofreat his mercies are ! Me he still delights to spare ; Cries—" How snail I give thee up ?" Lets the lifted thunder drop. 4 Jesus, answer from above : Is not all thy nature love ? Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? — Lo, I fall before thy feet: 376 HYMNS. 5 Now incline me to repent ! Let me now my fall lament ! Deeply my revolt deplore ! Weep, believe, and sin no more. _ . CM. Wachusett. Lebanon. JdO^T. Sins bewailed as causing the Death of Christ. 1 OH, if my soul was formed for wo, 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 groaned away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine, That crucified my Lord ; Those sins, that pierced and nailed his flesh Fast to the fatal wood ! f M- 4 Yes, my Redeemer — they shall die — My heart has so decreed ; Nor will I spare the guiky things > That made my Saviour bleed, p 5 While with a melting, broken heart, My murdered Lord I view — f I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too. CM. Grafton. Medfield mOD Self-righteous Hopes renounced. 1 VAIN are the hopes the sons of men On their own works have built ; Their hearts by nature all unclean, And all their actions guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouth Without a murmuring word, Let all the race of man confess Their guilt before the Lord. 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now; Since to convince, and to condemn Is all the law can do. mf 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace ! — When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness That makes the sinner just. HYMNS. 377 ^OO L. M. Uxbridge. Alfreton. 1 NO more, my God— I boast no more Of all the duties I have done ; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain, I count my loss ; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes — and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; Oh ! may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne ; But faith can answer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done. qqij c- **■ Spencer. Grafton £& I Pardon implored. 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, A guilty rebel lies ; And upwards to thy mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. 3 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt ; No tears, but those which thou hast shed- No blood, but thou hast spilt. 4 I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord ; Do thou my sins forgive : Tliy justice will approve the word, That bids the sinner live. 288 L. M. 61. Salisbury. Dresden. 1 FATHER of mercies— God of love ! Oh ! hear a humble suppliant's crv ; Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty : Oh ! deign to hear my mournful voice, And bid my drooping heart rejoice. 378 HYMNS. 2 I urge no merits of my own, No worth, to claim thy gracious smile : No — when I bow before thy throne — Dare to converse with God awhile — Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea- Dearest and sweetest name to me ! 3 Father of mercies— God of love ! Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy fofty seat above, Thy throne' of glorious majesty : One pardoning word can make me whole, And soothe the anguish of my soul. 289 L. M. AJfreton. Uxbridge 1 AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep, My heavy guilt I feel, and weep : Beneath a weight of woes oppressed, I come to thee^my Lord, for rest. 2 Now, from thy throne of bliss above, Shed down a look of heavenly love ; That balm shall sweeten all my pain, And bid my soul rejoice again. 3 By thy divine, transforming power, My ruined nature now restore ; And let my life and temper shine, In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine. 290 C. M. Spencer. Grafton 1 LORD, I approach the mercy-seat, Where thou dost answer prayer; There humbly fall before thy feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thv promise is my only plea ; With this I venture nigh ; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, i By war without, and fear within, I come to thee for rest. mf 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, sheltered near thv siHe, I inav mv fierce accuser face, And tell him — thou hast died. HYMNS. 379 5 Oh wondrous love ! — to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. -iJl B. M. Boxford. Dartmouth. 1 THOU Lord of all above, And all below the sky, Prostrate before thy feet I fall, And for thy me rev cry. 2 Forgive my follies past, ieh I have done : Oh, bid a contrite sinner live, Through thine incarnate Son. 3 Guilt, like a heavy" load, Upon my conscience lies ; To thee I "make my sorrows known, And lift my weeping e \ 4 The burden which I feel, Thou only canst rem Do thou display thy pardoning grace, And thine unboun 5 One srracious look of thine Will ease my troubled brc Oh ! let me know my sins forgiven, And I shall then be blest. rk(\~% c- "■ Eastport. Lebanon. *■«-/ m . Absence from God dtp r- 1 OH thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's hum1:/ Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye; — 2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? Hast thou not said — * Rerun/ ? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me" from thy f Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail, ifl only safe retreat. 4 Absent from thee, my Guide ! my Light ! Without one cheering ray. Through dangers, fears, arid gloomy night, How desolate my way ! 380 HYMNS. 5 Oh ! shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine ! And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joy divine. S. M. Haverhill. Hudson. £\)0 Returning to Christ. mf f 1 1 YE sons of earth, arise ! Ye creatures of a day ! Redeem the time — be bold — be wise, And cast your bonds away. 2 The year of gospel-grace, With us rejoice to see ; And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty. Aff 3 Blest Saviour— Lord of all ! Thee help us to receive ; Obedient to thy gracious call, Oh, bid us turn and live ! 4 Our former years misspent, Now let us deeply mourn ; And, softened by thy grace, repent, And to thine arms return ! ^jy4 C. M. Grafton. Lebanon. 1 HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord ! How o*t my roving thoughts depart. Forgetful of his word! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls — ' Return.' Dear Lord, and may I come ? My vile ingratitude I mourn : Oh, take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou— wilt thou yet forgive, . And bid my crimes remove ? And shall a pardoned rebel live, To speak thy wondrous love. < 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, f How glorious — how divine ! That can to life and bliss restore p> A heart so vile as mine. — 5 Thy pardoning love — so free — so sweet !— Dear Saviour, I adore ; Oh keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more HYMNS. 381 m\jO L. If. Medway. Middlebury. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return, And life's vain shadows chase no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, And thy forsaken God implore. 2 O thou great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep retreat, In these sequestered hours draw nigh, % And let me here thy presence meet. 3 Through all the windings of my heart, My search let heavenly wisdom guide ; And still its beams unerring dart, Till all be known and purified. 4 Then let. the visits of thy love, My inmost soul be made to share, Till ev'ry grace combine to prove That God has fixed his dwelling there. ^i/t> L. M. Windham. Hamburg 1 AH ! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart, That can from Jesus thus depart ; Thus fond of trifles vainly rove, Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 2 Dear Lord, to thee I would return, And at thy feet repenting mourn : There let me view thy pardoning love, And never from thy sight remove. 3 Oh, let thy love, with sweet control, Bind every passion of my soul ; Bid every Vain desire depart, And dwell forever in my heart. £& i C. M. Baldwin. Litchfield. 1 MY Saviour, Jet me hear thy voice Pronounce the word of peace ; And all my warmest powers shall join To celebrate thy grace, p 2 With gentle voice, call me thy child, And speak my sins forgiven ; The accents mild shall charm mine ear Like all the harps of heaven, mf 3 With joy, wnere'er thy hand shall lead, P The darkest path I'll tread ; With joy I'll quit these mortal shores, l*n And mingle with the dead. 382 HYMNS. — 4 When dreadful guilt is done away, No other fears w« know ; That hand, which seals our pardon sure, f Shall crowns of life bestow. C. M. Judea. Peterboro' 2fu O Faith, the Evidence of Things not seen. 1 FAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight ; It pierces through the vail of sense, And dwells in heavenly light. 2 It sets time past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come. 3 By faith we know the world was made *B | God's almighty word ; We "know the heavens and earth shall fade, And be again restored. 4 Abrah'm obeyed the Lord's command, From his own country driven ; By faith he sought a promised land, But found his rest in heaven. 5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray, The promise in our eye ; By faith we walk the narrow way, That leads to joy on high. S. M. Mornington. Southfield. 299 Source and Offi.ce of Faith. 1 FAITH— 'tis a precious grace, Where'er it is bestowed ; It boasts a high, celestial birth, And is the gift of God. 2 Jesus it owns as King, And all-atoning Priest ; It claims no merit of its own, But looks for all in Christ. 3 To him it leads the soul, > When filled with deep distress ; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness. 4 Since 'tis thy work alone, And that divinely free ; Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, To work this faith in me. HYMNS. 383 Qfifk O. M. Patmos. Eastport. *>"" A living Faith. 1 MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust ! 2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights, If faith be cold and dead ; None but a living power unites To Christ, theliving head. 3 'Tis faith that purifies the heart; 'Tis faith that works by love ; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 This faith shall every fear control By its celestial power : With holy triumph fill the soul In death's approaching hour. f Len On-i L. M. Duke Street. "" -* Walking by Faith. 1 'TIS by the faith of joys to come, We walk through deserts dark as night : Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide — and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; She makes the pearly gates appear ; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar— and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. *^^ C. M. Patmos. Dedham. 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares: It yields support in all our toils, And softens ail our cares. 2 The wounded conscience knows its power, ^ The healing balm to give ; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live. 384 HYMNS. 3 Wide it unvails the heavenly world, Where endless pleasures reign ; It bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain. 4 Faith shows the promises, all sealed With our Redeemer's blood ; It helps our feeble hope to rest ' Upon a faithful God. 5 There, still unshaken, would we rest, > Till this frail body dies; f And then, on faith's triumphant wing, To endless glory rise. C. P. M. Aithlone. 30o Trusting in Christ for Pardon. 1 O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on thee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done And suffered once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness 1 plead, And his availing blood : That righteousness my robe shall be, That merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then save me from eternal death, The spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send: By him some word of life impart, P And sweetly whisper to my heart, — ' Thy Maker is thy friend.' mf 4 The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away : f Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings, To everlasting day. 304 L. M. Alfreton. Rotterdam. 1 HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord, I lay my soul beneath thy love ; Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood, Nor let me from thy feet remove. HYMNS. 385 2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, Unmoved and linn this heart should lie : Resolved — for that's my last defence — It" I must perish, here to die. 3 But speak, O Lord, and calm my fear ; Am 1 not safe beneath thy shade? Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 4 Yes — I'm secure beneath thy hlood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; f Hosanna to my Saviour God, > And loudest praises to his name. 0 „ C. M. Judea. Jordan. tJ\JO Love the chief Grace. 1 HAPPY the heart, where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. 2 Knowledge — alas! 'tis all in vain — And all in vain our fear; Our Btubborn sins will light, and reign, If love he absent th 3 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; f 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings > In realms of endless peace. 306 L. M. Uxbridg 1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling la-ass— an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven or hell ; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should 1 distribute all my store To i'rvii tin- hungry— clothe the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name — 4 If love to God, and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain : Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfil. 33 386 HYMNS. *>U7 C. M. Baldwin. Christmas. God the Portion of the Soul. 1 MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! — 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine Wit li beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers, I am his ! 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, And run with joy the shining way To meet my dearest Lord. S. M. Lisbon. St. Thomas. 1 MY God — my life — my love, To thee — to thee I call ; I cannot live, if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Nor earth — nor all the sky Can one delight afford, No — not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 3 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll ; The circle, where my passions move, And centre of my soul. 308 309 C. M. Bedford. Medfield. 1 MY God — my portion — and my love, My everlasting all, I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compared to thee! Or what's my safety or my health, Or all my friends to me ! 3 Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, HYMNS. 387 Without thy graces — and thyself, I were a wretch undone. 4 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore : Grant me the visits of thy grace, And I desire no more. 310 C. M. Dundee. Litchfield. 1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine, To thee my soul aspires ; Oh ! could I say, ' The Lord is mine V 'Tis all my soul desires. 2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord, Assure me of thy love ; Oh ! speak the kind, transporting word, And bid my fears remove. — 3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice, And triumph in my God : Till heavenly rapture tune my voice To spread thy praise abroad. 311 C. M. Mansfield. Dundee. True Happiness to be found only in God. 1 IN vain I trace creation o'er, In search of solid rest; The whole creation is too poor, To make me truly blest. 2 Let earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind ; In God alone this restless heart Enduring bliss can find. 3 Thv favor, Lord, is all I want ; llere would my spirit rest: < Oh ! seal the rich, the boundless grant, mf And make me fully blest. OlJ L. ML Middlebury. Denton. 1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty friend — And can my soul fronTthee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither — ah ! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? Can this dark world of sin and wo One glimpse of happiness afford? 388 HYMNS. 3 Eternal life thy words impart ; On these my fainting spirit lives : Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine, While thou art near, in vain they call ; One smile — one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord ! outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; Thou art my life — my joy — my care : Depart from thee ? — 'tis death — 'tis more — > "Tis endless ruin — deep despair ! — 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; Here safety dwells — and peace divine : mf Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life — eternal life is thine. OlO C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham. 1 WHAT though no flowers the fiff-tree Though vines their fruit deny, [clothe, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply ; — 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see ; Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be : — mf 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love ; In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove. 4 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy; A joy — which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy. S. 31. St. Thomas. Eastburn. O A t: A doptio n . 1 BEHOLD ! what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown ; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son. HYMNS. 389 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made : But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure ; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne ; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. OlO C. M. Walney. St. Martin's. 1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high, Allow my humble claim ; Nor, when 1 raise my guilty head, Disdain a father's name. 2 My Father — God ! how sweet the sound ! p How tender — and how dear ! — Not all the harmony of heaven Could so delight the ear. 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the nime On my expanding heart ; And show that in Jehovah's grace I share a filial part. f 4 Cheered by a signal so divine, Unwavering I believe ; > And Abba, Father, humbly cry ; f Nor can the sign deceive. *>10 g. m. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'. 1 MOST gracious God, reveal Thy will concerning me ; Whate'er I do — whate'er I feel, I follow thy decree. 2 The counsels of thy love Be on my heart impressed, It then shall at thy bidding move, And at thy bidding rest. 33* 390 HYMNS. mf 3 While thou my leader art, I And mak'st me thine abode, I find the witness in my heart, That I am born of God. p 4 Father, thy will be done ! To thee 1 aU resign, The sole disposer of thine own, Dispose of me and mine : 5 At thy command — I go, Or quietly attend, 'Till all my care and toil below Leu In rest eternal end. _ CM. Dundee. Canterbury. OJ. # Filial Submission. 1 AND can my heart aspire so hiffh, To say, < Sly Father God !' Lord, at thy feet I long to lie, And learn to kiss the rod. 2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise ; Let every anxious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise. mf 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom And bid me wait serene ; f Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. Aff 4 My Father ! — oh ! permit my heart To plead her humble claim ; And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name. olo C. M. Stamford. Litchfield. Aff 1 MY God, my Father— blissful name !— Oh ! may I call thee mine ? May I, with sweet assurance, claim A portion so divine ? 2 This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly : What harm can ever reach my soul, Beneath my Father's eye ? 3 Whate'e* thy holy will denies, I cheerfully resign ; Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise: Oh ! bend my will to thine. HYMNS. 391 i 4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, Oh ! give me strength to bear ; And let me know my Father reigns, > And trust his tender care. Q1 ~ CM. Colchester. Stamford. OLJ Strength and Protection from God. mf,,l WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise ? And where's our courage fled ? Has restless sin, and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead ? 2 Have we forgot th' almighty name That formed the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or de< 3 Almighty strength and boundless grace In our Jehovah dwell! He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell. 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, > And youthful vigor cease ; f But we, that wait upon the Lord, Shall feel our strength in ere; v£\J c. M. Barby. Litchfield. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our f Dost thou proclaim thyself our God ? — Our God forever near ? 2 Dost thou a Father's kindness feel, For all thy humble sail And in such friendly accents speak, To soothe their sad complaints ? mf » ?3 Whv droop our hearts— why flow our tears, While such a voice we hear ? •Whv rise our sorrows, and our fears, While such a friend is near? — 4 To all thine other favors add A heart to trust thy word ; mf And death itself shall hear us sing, While resting on the Lord. &"1 C M. Grafton. Eastport. 1 GREAT Source of boundless power and Attend my mournful cry ; [grace . 392 HYMNS. In hours of dark and deep distress, To thee alone I fly. 2 Thou art my strength, my life, my stay ; Assist my feeble trust ; Oh ! drive my gloomy fears away, And raise me from the dust. 3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind, And trust thy glorious name ; Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind, Forever is the same. 4 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, When earthly comforts die ; Thy voice can bid my pains depart, And raise my pleasures high. 5 Here let me rest — on thee depend, My God, my hope, my all ; mf Be thou my everlasting friend, And I shall never fall. o22 C. M. Burford. Medfield. 1 HEAR, gracious God, my humble prayer ; To thee I breathe my sighs ; When will the cheering morn appear? And when my joys arise ? 2 My God ! oh, could I make the claim — My Father, and my Friend ! And call thee mine, by every name On which thy saints depend ! — 3 By every name of power and love, I would thy grace entreat ; Nor should my "humble hopes remove, Nor leave thy mercy-seat. 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is 'all my stay ; Here would I rest, till light returns: Thy presence makes my day. 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Relieve my aching heart ; Oh make my heavy sorrows cease, And all the gloom depart. mf 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless tfiy healing' rays; , And change these deep, complaining sighs, For songs of sacred praise. HTMN& 393 tJl-O < . M. Dundee. Medfield. 1 OGOD of Bethel! by whose hand Thv people .-till are Thou tnroug h this « i i ■;. pilgrimage II lea, 9 ( Nir i ows, our ; -ent »re th\ th ice : i ul Oft! 3 Through each perplexing path of life r wandering footsteps guide ; r daily Bi And raiment fit provide. 4 Oli. spread thy covering wings aromul, Till all our wanderii And at o 'a loved ah Our souls arrive in pea 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore ; f And thou shall !»<• *<»ur chosen God, Our portion e\ enn Olmutz. Sc. Thomas. o2 1 TVi 1 YOI'Il harj nbling sail Down from the* will Loud to tin- praise of love divine, Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign I ire 1 1 < » t far from h<" And nearer to our house above very moment come. 3 His irrace will, to the end, and brighter shine ; No* j to come, all quench me, 4 When we in dar .Ik, feel the heai enly fla Then will we trust our gracious God, And rest upon his name. 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at his control ; His loving kindness shall break through The micmicrht of the soul. 394 HYMNS. 6 Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee £— Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, mf Shall thy salvation see. 325 L. M. Uxbridge. Tlie Gospel exemplified in the Conduct. 1 SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess ; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God : When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride ; While justice, temperance, truth, and love, Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope — The bright appearance of the Lord — And faith stands leaning on his word. CM. Dedham. Stamford 3 Jil) Filial Obedience. 1 GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed, Abides and reigns within ; Immortal principles forbid The sons of God to sin. 2 Not by the terrors of a slave, Do they perform his will ; But with the noblest powers they have, His sweet commands fulfil. 3 They find access at every hour To God within the vail ; Hence they derive a quickening power, And joys that never fail. 4 Oh happy souls ! — oh glorious state Of overflowing grace! To dwell so near their Father's seat, And see his lovely face. 5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne ; Call me a child of thine ; 327 HYMNS. 395 Send down the Spirit of thy Son To form my heart divine". There shed thy tender love abroad, And make mv comfort strong ; Then shall I say, < My Father, God,' With an unwavering tongue. S. M. Little Marlboro'. St. Thomas. Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ. 1 SHALL we go on to sin, Because thy grace abounds, Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds ? 2 Forbid it, mighty God ! Nor let it efer be said, That we, whose sins are crucified, Should raise them from the dead. 3 We will be slaves no more, Since Christ has made us free, Has nailed our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty. qqq L. ML Alfreton. Danvers OZo Living to Christ. 1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right To ev'ry service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight, To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for thee— Its sure support— its noblest end ? 'Tis my delight thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good ; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live : To him who for mv ransom died ; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more ; And my last hour of life confess His saving love— his glorious power. 396 HYMNS. B. M. Mornington. St. Thomas. 329 t Servant. 1 1 1 YE servants of the Lord. Each in bis office w With joy obey his heavenly word, And watch* before his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright. And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch !— 'tis your Lord's command ; And while we speak, he's near: Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. 4 Oh happy servanl In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. CM. Lebanon. Medfield. 3o0 God the Author of Mercies aiid Afflictions . 1 XAKED. as from the earth we came, And rose to 11: We to the earth return a I mingle with the d 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are on! . To be re] 3 'Tis God, lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the gr He gives — and bit - name — He : 4 Feace, all our angry passions, then : Let each Be silent at his sovereign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread ; And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. iJO 1 Dundee. Burford. 1 O THOU, whose mercy guides my way! Though now it seem severe, HYMNS. 397 Forbid my unbelief * There is no mercy here ! 2 Oh! may I, Lord, desire the pain Tha; Iness down, Far more than sweetest earthly gain, Succeeded by a frown. 3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low, Love only shall I - The gracious hand, that strikes the blow. Waa inded once for me. Grafton. Stamford. IT is the Lord — enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine, Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 2 It is the Lord — who gives me all My wealth, my friends, my e - And of his bounties may recall Whatever part he p. 3 It is the Lord — my covenant God, Thrice blessed "be his name ! Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood , Must ever be the -ame. 4 And can my soul, with hopes like these, Be sullen, or refine ? X — gracious Goo* ! — take what thou pL: To "thee I all r- :clifield. SINCE all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye sun Oh. Or to appoint 2 Good, when li _ — iely good, X -r less when he der; E. .. : — is sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, nstant and so kind : To his unerring gracious will Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine, My God, inscribe mv name ; 34 398 HYMNS. There let it fill some humble place Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! *3o4 C. M. Medfield. Litchfield. P 1 IN thy rebukes, all-gracious God, What soft compassion reigns ! What gentle accents of thy voice Allay thy children's pains ! 2 " When I correct my chosen sons, A father's bowels move : One transient moment bounds my wrath, But endless is my love." mf 3 Our faith shall look through every tear, And view thy smiling face ; And hope, amid our sighs, shall tune An anthem to thy grace. mP 4 Receive, at length, my weary soul To join thy saints above ; mf Then shall I learn a song of praise, Eternal as thy love. 00„ C. M. Dedham. Oakland. OOO Safe trusting in God. 1 O LORD ! my best desires fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand, That wipes away my tears ? 3 No — rather let me freely yield What most I prize to thee, Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me. 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way ; Shall I resist them both ? — A poor, blind creature of a day, And crushed before the moth ! 5 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway ; Else the next cloud that vails my skies Will drive these thoughts away. BTMN8, 399 .*o . Bethany. O'J* ) iHmg in Trouble. 1 J I \ through unrufl ! God, to tn< w i "il own the fostering gale. I 11 should the $v And real delaj the Borrow— kino the storm, Which dn\ ea us nearer )i 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears All yield to th\ eonti Tliv tender n The midnight ofthe soul. 4 1 To make thj will our own ; And when the jo) - part live by faith aloi &'5 1 (\ M. WtMAni. Kastport. Princeton. »P ] WHEN languor and difrtWMWl invade This trembling hou* • to took beyond my p And lone to fly away : — 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of his loi e ; the place Where Jeans pleads aboi e : — 3 Sweet to look hack, and Bee my name In life's fair book set down : look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own: — Q his faithfulness to rest, Wh nd : Sweet on the covenant of his Lrrace For all t pend : — 5 Sweet, in the eonfidenee of faith, To trust his firm Sweet to lie passive in his hands, And know no will but his. 6 If such the sweetness ofthe stream, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss, O Lord, direct from thee ! 100 HYMNS. oqq CM. Medfield. Clarendon. WOO A submissive and docile Spirit. 1 THOU boundless source of every good ! Our best desires fulfil : Help us t' adore thy wondrous grace, And mark thy sovereign will. 2 In all thy mercies may our souls Thy bounteous goodness see ; Nor let the gifts thy grace imparts Estrange our hearts from thee. 3 Teach us, in time of deep distress, To own thy hand, O God ! And in submissive silence learn The lessons of thy rod. 4 In every changing scene of life, Whate'er that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with thee. 5 Do thou direct our steps aright, Help us thy name to fear ; Oh give us grace to watch and pray, And strength to persevere. 6 Then may we close our eyes in death, Free from distracting care ; For death is life — and labor rest, mf If thou art with us there. C. M. Dundee. Barby DO Longing for a closer Walk with, God. 1 OH! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame : A light, to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours 1 once enjoyed! — How sweet their memory still ! — But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove ! return — Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 408 HYMNS. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee, raf 6 So shall my walk be close with God ; P Calm and serene my frame ; < So purer light shall mark the road mf That leads me to the Lamb. _ C. M. Stamford. Walney. OD # Christians 'perfected by Grace through Christ. 1 FATHER of peace ! and God of love ! We own thy power to save ; That power by which our Saviour rose Victorious o'er the grave. 2 We triumph in that Saviour's name, Still watchful for our good ; Who brought th' eternal covenant down, And sealed it with his blood. 3 So may the Spirit seal our souls, And mould them to thy will ; Our treacherous hearts no more shall rove, But keep thy covenant still. mf 4 Still may we gain superior strength, And press with vigor on, Till full perfection crown our hopes, And fix us near thy throne. ^ L. M. Gloucester. Sparta. tJOO Blessedness of the Righteous. 1 BLEST are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty : Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war ; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ; RYMNS. 409 They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Blest are the men whose mercies move To acts of kindness and of love ; From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean, Who never tread the ways of sin : With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife ; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The* sons of God — the God of peace. 8 Blest are the faithful, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ; Eternal life is their reward. THE CHRISTIAN VIEWED IN VARIOUS RE- LATIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES. 359 S. M. Mornington. ShirlancL Vital Union to Christ. 1 DEAR Saviour, we are thine By everlasting bonds : Our* hearts, our souls we would resign, Entirely to thy hands. 2 To thee we still would cleave With ever-growing zeal; If millions tempt us Christ to leave, Oh let them ne'er prevail. 3 Thv Spirit shall unite Our souls to thee, our head ; Shall form us to thy image bright* And teach thy paths to tread. 4 Death may our souls divide From these abodes of clay ; But love shall keep us near thy side, Through all the gloomy way. 35 410 HYMNS. 5 Since Christ and we are one, Why should we doubt or fear? If he in heaven hath fixed his throne, He'll fix his members there. 360 L. M. Alfreton. Hague. 1 WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, To thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes, To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? And can my hope, my comfort die ?— Tis fixed on thine almighty word— That word which built the earth and sky i 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal life is sure: His word a firm foundation gives ; Here I may build— and rest secure. 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell ; Forever sure the promise stands : Not all the powers of earth, or hell, Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose » If Jesus is forever mine, Not death itself— that last of foes- Shall break a union so divine. 361 L. M. Rothwell. Sheffield. 1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives ; What joy the blest assurance gives I He lives— he lives ! who once was dead, He lives, my everlasting 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 in time of need. 3 He lives, and grants me daily breath, He lives, and 1 shall conquer death ; He lives mv mansion to prepare, He lives to'bring me safely there. 4 He lives !— all glory to his name ! He lives, my Saviour, still the same ; How great the jov this sentence gives, < I know that my "Redeemer lives V HYMNS. 411 L. M. Rotterdam. Uxbridge. (5\)m Deriving Strength from Christ. 1 LET me but hear my Saviour say, * Strength shall be equal to thy day;' Then I rejoice in deep distress, Upheld by all-sufficient grace. 2 I can do all things — or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there ; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains. 3 I glorv in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak — then am I strong ; Grace is my shield — and Christ my song. CM. Covington. Mansfield. 0\)(J Living by Faith on the Son of God. 1 BLEST Jesus, while in mortal flesh 1 hold my frail abode, Still would my spirit rest on thee, My Saviour, and my God. 2 On thy dear cross I fix my eyes, Then raise them to thy seat ; Till love dissolves my inmost soul, At my Redeemer's feet. 3 Be dead, my heart, to worldly charms ; Be dead to every sin ; < And tell the boldest foe without. f That Jesus reigns within. &V^: 7s. Alsen. Norwich. 1 SON of God, thy blessing grant, Still supply my every want ; Tree oi life, thine influence shed, With thy fruit my spirit feed. P 2 Tenderest branch, alas! ami; Without thee, I droop and die ; Weaker than a bruised reed, Help I every moment need. — 3 All my hopes on thee depend; Love me, save me, to the end! Give me thy supporting grace, mf Take the everlasting praise. 412 HYMNS. 0_£ L. M. Danvers. Hebron *50O Christian Fellowship. 1 HOW blest the sacred tie, that binds In sweet communion kindred minds! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one ! 2 To each, the soul of each how dear! What tender love ! — what holy fear ! How does the generous flame within Refine from earth — and cleanse from sin ! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt, and human wo ; Their ardent prayers together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Together oft they seek the place Where God reveals his smiling face : How high, how strong their raptures swell, There's none but kindred souls can tell. 5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, When dimly burns frail nature's fire : Then shall they meet in realms above — A heaven of joy — a heaven of love. ODD S. M. Olmutz. Pentonville, 1 BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one — Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we are called to part, It gives us mutual pain ; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again, mf 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. HYMNS. 413 — 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, From sin, we shall be free ; < And perfect love and friendship reign mf Through all eternity. OU# C. M. Corinth. Arlington. 1 HOW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those that love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, And thus fulfil his word !— 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart: — 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love : — 4 When love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flows ; And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows. mf 5 Love is the golden chain, that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heaven, that finds His bosom glow with love. 368 7s. Edyfield 1 SWEET the time — exceeding sweet ! When the saints together meet, When the Saviour is the theme, When they join to sing of him. (2 Sin^ we then eternal love, Such as did the Father move : He beheld the world undone, Loved the world — and gave his Son. 3 Sing the Son's amazing love ; How he left the realms above, Took our nature, and our place, Lived and died to save our race. 4 Sing we too the Spirit's love ; With our wretched hearts he strove ; Filled our minds with ^rief and fear, Brought the precious Saviour near. 35* 414 HYMNS. 5 Sweet the place — exceeding sweet, Where the saints in glory meet ; Where the Saviour's still the theme, Where they see and sing of him. 369 C. M. Medfield. Dedham 1 BLEST be the dear, uniting love, That will not let us part: Our bodies may far oft remove ; We still are one in heart ! 2 Joined in one spirit to our Head, Where he appoints we go ; We still in Jesus' footsteps tread, And still his praise we show. 3 Oh may we ever walk in him, And nothing know beside! Nothing desire — nothing esteem, But Jesus crucified ! 4 Richly we share the Saviour's grace, We're one in mind and heart ; Not jov, nor grief— not time, nor place, Not life, nor death can part. 3/0 L. M. Medway. Bath. 1 THY presence, everlasting God, Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad; Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In every place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; When absent, thou dost make us share Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care. 3 To thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts near thy feet ; Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard and guide us still as thine. 4 Give us, O Lord, within thy house, Again to pay our thankful vows : Or, if that joy no more be known, Oh may we meet around thy throne. oTl S. M. St. Thomas. Paddington. 1 ONCE more, before we part, Oh bless the Saviour's name ; Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. HYMNS. 415 2 Lord, in tliy grace we came, That blessing still impart ; We meet in Jesus1 sacred name, In Jesus' name we part. 3 Still on tliy holy word We'll live, and feed, and grow, And still go on to know the Lord, And practise what we know. 4 Now, Lord, he fore we part, Help us To bless thy name : Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. q^o C. M. Ferry. Arlington. & I & Dedication to God* 1 ETERNAL Father— God of love, To thee our hearts we raise; Thy all-sustaining power we prove, And gladly sing thy praise. 2 Thine — wholly thine — oh let us be! Our sacrifice receive ■ Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, To thee ourselves we give. 3 Come, Holy Ghost — the Saviour's love Shed in our hearts abroad ; So shall we> ever live and move, And be, with Christ, in God. 373 C. If. Medford. Dedham. 1 COME, let us join our souls to God, In everlasting hands ; And seize the blessii -tows, With eager hearts and hands. 2 Come, let us to his temple haste, And seek his favor tin Before his footstool humbly bow, And offer fervent prayer. 3 Come. let usshare, without delay, The covenant of his Who feeds the strength of every saint ^- 418 HYMNS. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new, and ever young ; And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a full supply ; While those who trust their native strength > Shall melt away — and droop— and die. f m 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall flv, Nor tire amid the heavenly road. Oli/ C. M. Christmas. Stephens. ' f 1 AWAKE, my soul— stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, A bright, immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 3 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : — Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 4 Blest Saviour— introduced by thee, Have we our race begun ; And, crowned with victory, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down. L. M. Monson. Mendon. 380 Christian Warfare and Victory. fill STAND up, my soul— shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on ; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate ; P f i There peace and joy eternal reign, — And glittering robes for conquerors wait HYMNS. 419 1 1 1 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace ; ••While all the armies of the sKies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. B. M. St. Thomas. Pentonville. «5ol Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated. ' » 1 MY soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise ; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er ; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode. C. M. Stamford. Stephens Oo£ Christian Courage and Self-denial. 1 ' 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb ? — And shall I fear to own his cause ? — Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 3 Sure I must fight — if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the tbil — endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 4 Tlry saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they're slain : They see the triumph from afar, And soon with Christ shall reign. 5 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine 420 HYMNS. In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. C. M. Grafton. Bether. yOf) Succor implored in spiritual Conflicts. Aff 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise ! What snares beset my%vay ! To heaven oh let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray. 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears ! My weak resistance ! — ah, how vain ! How strong my foes and fears ! 3 O gracious God ! in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid ; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, Though trembling and afraid. 4 Increase my faith — increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail ; Oh bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strength will fail. 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside, Mv God, thy powerful aid impart, My guardian and my guide. 6 Oh keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee ; And let me never, never stray From happiness and thee. C. Hi Patmos. Jadea. The heavenly Mansion. 1 THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal, and on high ; And here my spirit waiting stands Till God shall bid it fly. 2 Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolved, and fall ; Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms thee nt for heaven ; And, as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit given. 384 HYMNS. 421 4 We walk by faith of joys to come ; Faith lives upon his word ; But while the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord. 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see ; We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee. ^ C. M. Arlington. Judea. SoO Hope of Heaven by Christ. 1 BLEST be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord ; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He ^ave our souls a joyful hope, That they should never die. 3 What though his uncontrolled decree Command our flesh to dust ? Yet, as the Lord, our Saviour, rose^ So all his followers must. 4 To an inheritance divine, He taught our hearts to rise ; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiied, Unfading, in the skies. 5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till his salvation come ; We walk by faith, as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home. 386 L. M. 61. Dresden. Eaton. 1 AND art thou, gracious Master, gone A mansion to prepare for me ? Shall I behold thee on thy throne, And there forever sit with thee ? f Then, let the world approve or blame, I'll triumph in thy glorious name. — 2 What transport, Lord, shall All my heart, When thou my worthless name wilt own! When I shall see thee as thou art, And know as I myself am known! f From sin, and fear, and sorrow free •> Mv soul shall find its rest in thee " 3fi 422 HYMNS. L. M. Alfreton. Duke Street. o87 The Sight of God and Christ the Joy of Heaven. 1 OH ! for a sight — a pleasing sight Of our almighty Father's throne ! There sits our Saviour, crowned with light, Clothed with a body like our own. 2 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall ; The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds bright glories on them all ! 3 Oh ! what amazing joys they feel, f While to their golden barns they sing, And echo from each heavenly hill, The glorious triumphs of their King ! — 4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amidst them there, And view thy face — and sing thy love ? SoO L. Iff. Ralston. Appletan. 1 UP to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts ascend on high, But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Oh might I once mount up and see The glories of th' eternal skies ! p How vain a thing this world would be ! How empty all its fleeting joys ! — 3 Great All in All ! eternal King ! Let me but view thy lovely face, And all my powers shall bow and sing Thine encfless grandeur and thy grace. S. M. Utica. Pentonville. &o\J Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a son;: with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God ; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, HYMNS. 423 Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Pilton. CHILDREN of the heavenly King As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now — and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; You on Jesus' throne shall rest: There your seat is now prepared — There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. C. M. Christmas. Litchfield. This Life a Pilgrimage. LORD, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply, No cheering fruits — no wholesome trees, No streams of living joy ? 2 Our journey is a thorny maze, <: But we march upward still ; ™f Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. doi 3 There, on a green and flowery mount, Lea Our weary souls shall sit — — And with transporting joy recount The labors of our feet. f 4 Eternal glory to the King, Whose hand conducts us through ; Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew. 424 HYMNS. o9 J C. M. Medford. Dedham. 1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls Admire thy matchless grace ; That thou wilt walk — that thou wilt dwell With Adam's sinful race. 2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace The desert with delight : Through all the gloom one smile of thine Can dissipate the night. 3 Nor shall I through eternal days A restless pilgrim roam ; Thy hand, that now directs my course, Shall soon convey me home. 4 Joyful my spirit will consent To drop its mortal load, And hail the sharpest pangs of death, — That break its way to God. OiiO L. M. Uxbridge. Danvers. 1 ARISE, my soul ! on wings sublime, Above the vanities of time ; Remove the parting vail — and see The glories of eternity ! 2 Born by a new, celestial birth, Why should I grovel here on earth ? Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 3 Shall aught beguile me on the road, While I am walking back to God ? Or can I love this earth so well As not to long with God to dwell ? 4 To dwell with God ! — to taste his love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; The glorious expectation now Is heavenly bliss begun below. oiJ4 L. If. Hinghara. Ward. 1 WE'VE no abiding city here ; We seek a land beyond our sight ; f ' f Zion its name — the Lord is there ; It shines with everlasting light. P 2 Oh ! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest! HYMNS. 425 mf Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd fly to thee — and be at rest. Pf ' 3 But hush, my soul — nor dare repine ! The time my God appoints is best: mf While here, to do his will be mine, And his to fix my time of rest. 395 8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. God the Pilgrim s Guide and Strength. 1 GUIDE me, O thou ^reat Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land: 1 am weak— t-but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside : Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 396 C. M. Grafton. Medfield. Contemplation of Death and Glory. 1 3IY soul, come, meditate the day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, And fly to unknown lands. 2 Oh ! could we die with those who die, And place us in their stead ; Then would our spirits learn to fly, And converse with the dead : — 3 Then should we see the saints above In their own glorious forms ; And wonder why our souls should love To dwell with" mortal worms. 4 We should almost forsake our clay Before the summons come, 36* 426 HYMNS. And pray, and wish our souls away To their eternal home. OA ^ C. M. Patmos. Judea. && • Looking from Earth to Heaven. mP 1 LET death dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home : Why do my days move on so slow, Nor my salvation come ? — 2 God has laid up in heaven for me A crown which cannot fade ; The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head. 3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe From every ill design ; And to his heavenly kingdom take mP This feeble soul of mine. — 4 God is my everlasting aid, My portion — and my friend; f To him be highest glory paid, Through ages without end. <$JO C. M. Bedford. St. Martin's. 1 OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly, Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason's feeble ray, In ever-blooming prospect rise, Exposed to no decay. 3 Lord, send a beam of light divine, To guide our upward aim ! With one reviving look of thine, Our languid hearts inflame. / 4 Oh then, on faith's sublimest wing, < Our ardent souls shall rise, f To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, Immortal in the skies. «5yy C. M. Christmas. Warwick. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. HYMNS. 427 f M 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall; ^ff May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — mP 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Len Across my peaceful breast. C. If. Litchfield. Corinth. TttlU The heavenly Canaan. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Eternal day excludes the nignt, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never- fading flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea ; And linger, trembling, on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes ; — raf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream — nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. IvJl C. M. Stephens. Judea. 1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 428 HYMNS. 2 Oh ! joyful and transporting scene, That rises to my sight ! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight ! 3 O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day ; There, God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. 4 No chilling winds — no poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore ; > Sickness and sorrow — pain and death — < Are felt and feared no more. — 5 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest ? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest ? C. M. Nottingham. York. t:U m Rest from Sin and Trouble in Heaven. 1 OUR sins, alas ! how strong they are ! And, like a raging flood, They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And force us from our God. 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise ! How loud the tempests roar ! > But death shall land our weary souls — Safe on the heavenly shore. 3 There, to fulfil his high commands Our cheerful feet snail move ; No sin shall clog our active zeal, Or cool our burning love. 4 There shall we ever sing and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face. 5 Forever his dear, sacred name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song. 40o p. M. Pisgah. mf Ml HEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee ; Till thou appear, thy members here, Shall sing like those in glory. HYMNS. 429 We lift our hearts and voices In blest anticipation, And cry aloud — and give to God The praise of our salvation. ^ While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise, that know 3 our days, And ever brings us nigher. We lift our hands, exulting In thine almighty favor ; The love divine, that made us thine, Shall keep us thine forever. 3 Thou dost conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation; Nor will we fear, while thou art near, The fire of tribulation. The world, with sin and Satan, In vain our march opposes ; By thee we will break through them all, And sing the song of Moses. 4 Faith now beholds the glory, To which thou wilt restore us, / 3 And earth despise^ for th£toM§fc prize, Which thou hast set before us. And if thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. CM. Colchester. Stamford. *Ut: Unshaken Hope. 1 FIRMLY I stand on Zion's hill, And view my starry crown ; No power on earth my hope can shake, Nor hell can thrust me down. 2 The lofty hills, and stately towers, That lift their heads on high, Shall all be levelled low in dust — Their very names shall die. 3 The vaulted heavens shall melt away, Built by Jehovah's hands ; But firmer than the heavens, the rock Of my salvation stands. 430 HYMNS. A{\r CM. Marlow. Judea. QyJD Communion of Saints on Earth with Saints in Heaven. 1 COME, let us join our friends above, Who have obtained the prize, And, on the eagle wings of love, To joy celestial rise. 2 Let saints below in concert sing With those to glory gone, For all the servants of our King In heaven and earth are one. 3 One family, we dwell in him, One church, above, beneath ; Though now divided by the stream — The narrow stream of death. mP 4 Ev'n now to their eternal home Some happy spirits fly ; And we are to the margin come, Len And soon expect to die ! Aff 5 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide ; Then, when the word is given, Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, Len And land us safe in heaven. Afir C. M. Westford. Marlow. ^JtUO Saints cheered with the Hope of Heaven. mP 1 COME, humble souls — ye mourners, come, And wipe away your tears : Adieu to all your sad complaints, Your sorrows and your fears. m** 2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love : Soon shall you join the glorious theme In loftier strains above. 3 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends : Calls you his treasure, and his joy, His children, and his friends. AT 4 Mv Father, God ! and may these lips ^Pronounce a name so dear? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 5 Forever let my grateful heart His boundless grace adore, HYMNS. 431 Which gives ten thousand blessings now, And bids me hope for more. f G Transporting hope !— still on my soul With radiant glories shine, Till thou thyself art lost in joys, Immortal and divine. 407 C. M. Marlow. Westford. 1 SING, all ye ransomed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing: Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 His hand divine shall lead you on, Through all the blissful road: Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your gracious God. 3 Bright garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head ; > While sorrow, sighing, and distress, — Like shadows, all are fled. f N 4 March on, in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still ; With joyful hope still fix your eye On Zion's heavenly hill. C. M. Oakland. Barby tcUo Mourning over departed Comforts. 1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt The Saviour's pardoninsr blood, Applied to cleanse my so til from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, His praises tuned my tongue ; And when the evening shades prevailed, His love was all my" song. 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine ; And when I read his holy word, I called each promise mine. mp 4 But now — when evening shade prevails — My soul in darkness mourns : And when the morn the light reveals, L« No light to me returns. 432 HYMNS. Aff 5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail — Oh make my soul thy care ! I know thy mercy cannot fail ; Let me that mercy share. 409 H. M. Bethesda. 1 WHERE is my Saviour now, Whose smiles I once possessed ? Till he return, I bow, By heaviest grief oppressed : My days of happiness are gone, And I am left to weep alone. 2 Where can the mourner go, And tell his tale of grief? Ah ! who can soothe his wo, And give him sweet relief? Earth cannot heal the wounded breast, Or give the troubled sinner rest. 3 Jesus, thy smiles impart ; My dearest Lord, return, And ease my wounded heart, And bid me cease to mourn : nrf Then shall this night of sorrow flee, And peace and heaven be found in thee. 410 L. M. Med way. Sparta. 1 OH where is now that glowing love, That marked our union with the Lord ? Our hearts were fixed on things above, Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 Where is the zeal that led us then To make our Saviour's glory known? That freed us from the fear of men, And kept our eye on him alone ? 3 Where are the happjr seasons spent In fellowship with him we loved ? The sacred joy — the sweet content, The blessedness that tlien we proved ? 4 Behold, again, we turn to thee ; Oh cast us not away, though vile ! No peace we have — no joy we see, O Lord our God, but in thy smile. HYMNS. 4a3 a i -g I- 'i 4 With them the path J Which lead' \\ ith them I'll sin^ rear _ ice, Along the joyful road. 5 Within his sacred walls, I shall be ever blest : I'll follow where my Father c L€n And seek his heavenly rest. 417 »•■•■ ron. South Street. 1 CREATE. O God, my new, my whole heart sincere and true : Oh cast me not in wrath aw r let thy soul-enlivenincr : Still ihhie. 2 Restore thy favor, bliss divine ! Those h-r at once* were mi] Let * ^:>iri"t. kind and free, Lphold and gu: ;>s to thee, Thou (rod of love, mf 3 Then will I teach thy sacred way 1 proclaim thy praise : Till sinners leave the dangerous r Forsake their sins, and turn to God W ith hearts sincere. ■I 4 Oh cleanse my guilt, and heal my t Remove the bio in ;— mf T - ! my heart adoring trace, < ir God, th - . race, 1 That flows from thee. 41 R ^±kJ Stamford. 1 AGAIN, indulgent Lord, return, \\ ith sweet and quickening grace, To cheer and warm my sluggish soul, And speed me in my" race" 436 HYMNS. 2 Awake, my love, my faith, my hope, My fortitude, and joy : Vain world, be gone — let things above My happy thoughts employ. 3 Whilst thee, my Saviour, and my God, I would forever own ; . Drive each rebellious, rival lust, Each traitor, from the throne. 4 Instruct my mind — my will subdue, To heaven my passions raise ; And let my life forever be Devoted to thy praise. 419 INSTITUTIONS OF THE GOSPEL. S. M. Southfield. Clapton. Safety of the Church. ■1 1 HOW honored is the place, Where we adoring stand, Zion, the glory of t lie earth, And beauty of the land! 2 Bulwarks of grace defend The city where we dwell ; While walls, of strong salvation made, Defy the assaults of hell. o Lift up th' eternal gates, The doors wide open fling ; Enter, ye nations that obey The statutes of your King. 4 Here taste unmingled joys, > And live in perfect peace ; — — You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventured on his grace. 5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints, And banish all your fears : f i J Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. 4ZU L. M. Mendon. Marietta. mf'i 1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thine holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. HYMN- 437 2 Thy walls are strength — and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits : Nor shall thy deep foundation move, Fixed on his counsels and his love. 3 Thy foes in vain designs eng Against thy throne in vain they ra Like rising > That break and die i* ' ' 4 Then let .veil. Nor fear the wrath of earth and h His arms embrace this happy ground. Like brazen bulwarks built around. — 5 God is our shield — and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting run, On us hi ams of gr; And we . -v.- C. M. ton. Jordon. 1 MEEKLY in Jon The _ f Bright was the glory's sacred beam, p That hus wondering crowd. — 2 Thus God desc ended to approve The deed that Christ had done : Thus came the emblematic Dove, And hovered o'er the Son. 3 So. blessed Spirit, come to- To our baptismal scene : Ye thoughts of earth, be tar away, > Ye bosuns, be f 4 This day we give to holy joy— This day to heaven belongs : Raised to new life, we will employ In melody our tongu 422 S- M- Dover. Invemesi. 1 DOWN to the sacred wave The Lord of life was led ; And he who came, our souls to save, In Jordan bowed his head. 2 He taught the solemn way, He fixed the holy rite : He bade his ransomed ones obey, And keep the path of light. 438 HYMNS. 3 The Holy Ghost came down The baptism to approve ; The ordinance of Christ to crown, And stamp it with his love. Aff 4 Dear Saviour, we will tread In thy appointed way ; Let glory o'er these scenes be shed, And smile on ns to-day. 423 s- M- et- Thomas. Paddington. Church. 1 " CHOOSE ye his cross to bear, Who bowed to Jordan's wave ? Clad in his armor will ye dare, In faith, a watery grave ?" Candi 2 " We love his holy word, His precepts we obey, Buried in baptism with our Lord, We seek to be, this day." Chorus. 3 All hail ! ye blessed band, Shrink not to do his will, In deep humility, this work Of righteousness fulfil ;— 4 Tread in his steps, — with prayer, Invoke his Spirit free, And as he burst the gates of death, So may your rising be. 424 G. M. Jordon. Mario*. mf 1 BURIED beneath the yielding wave The "Teat Redeemer lies ; Faith views him in the watery grave, And thence beholds him rise. 2 With joy we in his footsteps tread, And would his cause maintain, Like him be numbered with the deadj And with him rise and reign. 3 Now, blest Redeemer, we to thee Our grateful voices raise ; Washed in the fountain of thy blood, Our lives shall be thy praise. 425 S. M. Dover. Watchman. 1 COME and behold the place, Where once your Saviour lay ; b HTMNB. 439 Confess that he is Lord of all, And humble homage pay. 2 Laid in the watery grave, He quickly rose again : Buried with him, we too shall rise, And endless life obtain. 3 Now may the Spirit crown, With The solemn service of this day, > And bid us go in peace. 426 fi* & ~s- Sicilian Hymn. 1 HUMBLE souls, who seek salvation Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, Hear the voice of revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod. 2 He himself, in Jordan's river, Was immersed beneath the stream ; he Bays to each believer, " Be baptized in my name.'' 3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him without delay ; Gladly his command embraci Lo ! your Captain leads the way. 427 L. M. Portugal. Uxbridge. 1 DO we not know that solemn word, That we are buried with the Lord ? Baptized into his death, and then Put oti'the body of our sin ? 2 Our souls receive diviner breath. Raised from corruption, guilt, and death ; So from the grave did Christ arise, And lives to God above the skies. 0 No more let sin or Satan reign Over our mortal flesh again T The various lusts we served before Shall have dominion now no more. AChQ Ij* "■ Duke Street, Windham. t:^0 The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight. And friends betrayed him to' his foes — b 440 HYMNS. 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and blest and brake ; What love through all his actions ran ! What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 " This is my body, broke for sin : Receive and eat the living food;5' Then took the cup and blessed the wine : " rTis the new covenant in my blood." 4 " Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, In memory of your dying friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord." 5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We show thy death, we sing thy name Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. S. If. St. Thomas. Hudson. 429 Christ's Invitation to the Table. 1 JESUS invites his saints To meet around his board ; Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gives his flesh : He bids us drink his blood ; Amazing favor — matchless grace Of our descending God ! 3 Let all our powers be joined His glorious name to ra Let jov and love fill every mind, Ana every voice be praise. C. M. Stamford. 4*3U Guests drawn in by Divine Love. 1 HOW sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores ! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries with thankful tongue, ' Lord, why was I a guest ? 3 Why was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room ? BffMNB. 441 W hen thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come 4 *T\vas the same love that spread the feast That gently drew us in : : to taste, And perished in our sin. 5 Pity the nations. O our G Constrain the earth to come : Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. 6 We long to see thy churches full, That all the chosen race Hay with one voice, and heart, and eoul, S'ing thy redeeming grace. 481 C M. Medfield 1 LORD, at thy table we behold Th> - of thy ^race ; But most of all admire, thai i Should find a welcome place — 2 We, who are all defiled with sin, rebels to our G . who have cru Son, : trampled on fa 3 What strange, surprifl _ . »ia1 That :. a St, J - .s our weary souls im And freely bids a 4 Ye sainl f heaven! Join all your sacred pov. No theme is like redeeming 1 Saviour is like ours ! Iqq L. M. ra. Medway. iO— PemUmt View of H \ ermgs. 1 LORD, when my thoughts delighted rove ic wonders of thy k t hope revives my drooping heart, I bids intruding fears depart.' pentanl sorrow fills mv heart, But mingling joy allays the smart; Oh ! may my future fife declare The sorrow and the joy - 3 Be all my heart, and all my Devoted to my Saviour's praif 442 HYMNS. And let my glad obedience prove How much I owe — how much I love. CM. Mear. Peterboro', 4uO The New Covenant sealed. 1 THE promise of my Father's love Shall stand forever good f He said — and gave his soul to death, And sealed the grace with blood. 2 To this dear covenant of thy word I set my worthless name ; I seal th' engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim. 3 1 call that legacy my own. Which Jesus did bequeath ; 'Twas purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death. 4 The light and strength, the pard'ning grace, And glory shall be mine: My life and' soul — my heart and flesh, And all my powers are thine. C. M. Stamford. 434 Reconciliation by Christ7 s Death. 1 AND are we now brought near to God, Who once at distance stood ? Did Jesus, to effect this change, Pour out his precious blood? 2 Oh for a song of ardent praise, To bear our souls above ! What should allay our lively hope, Or damp our flaming love ! 3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, To praise our glorious King ! Oh may that love which spread this feast Inspire us while we sing! 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. 4oD Spiritual Nourishment from Christ. 1 BREAD of heaven ! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed : Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread ! 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice : HYMNS. 443 Lord, thy wounds our healing give ; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died ; Lord of life ! oh let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 4oO L. M. Alfreton. 1 HERE let us see thy face, O Lord, And view salvation with our eyes, And taste and feel the living Word, The Bread descending from the skies. 2 Thou hast prepared this dying Lamb,. Hast set his blood before' our face, To teach the terrors of thy name, And show the wonders of thy grace. 3 Jesus, our light ! our morning-star ! Shine thou on nations yet unknown ; The glory of thy people here, And joy of spirits near thy throne. Mear. Dedham. 437 1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine : Thy body is the 'oread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He, who prepares this rich repast, Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice. 3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow ; Oh what delightful food! We eat the bread — and drink the wine — But think on nobler good. 4 Deep was the suffering he endured Upon tli' accursed tree — For me — each welcome guest may say — 'Twas all endured for me. 5 Sure there was never love so free — Dear Saviour — so divine ! Well thou ma vest claim that heart of me, Which owes so much to thine. 444 HYMNS. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam, 4oO Pardon and Peace implored. 1 LAMB of God! whose bleeding love We now recall to mind, Send the answer from above, And let us mercy find : Think on us, who think on thee, Every burdened soul release ; Oh remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! 2 By thine agonizing pain, And bloody sweat, we pray — By thy dying love to man, Take all our sins away : Burst our bonds, and set us free, From all sin do thou release ; Oh remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! 3 Through thy blood, by faith applied, Let sinners pardon feel ; Speak us freely justified, And all our sickness heal : By thy passion on the tree, Let our griefs and troubles cease ; Oh remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! L. M. Duke Street xOii Remembering Christ at his Table. 1 YES, we'll record thy matchless love. Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends I Thy dying love the noblest praise Of long eternity transcends. 2 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give, Thy glories through these vails to see : Celestial food thy table yields, And happy they who sit with thee ! L. M. Duke Street. tctcU Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 AT thy command, O gracious Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast ; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own llesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that died ; HYMNS. 445 We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified. 3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame, And cast their scandals on thy cause ? We come to boast our Saviour's" name, And make our triumph in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 1 He that was dead hath left his tomb ; He lives, above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come J 441 i 442 S. M. Silver Street. Pentonville. Tli e Sabbath welcomed. WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 Jesus himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day : Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day. amid the place Where God my Saviour's been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, Till called to rise, and soar away, To everlasting bliss. f f f < f mp H. M. 1 WELCOME, delightful morn ! Thou day of sacred rest ; I hail thy kind return ; Lord make these moments blest. From low delights, and mortal toys, 1 soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face : Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; 38 Murray. 446 HYMNS. Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours : f Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. 44o 10s. Savannah. 1 1 1 HAIL, happy day ! thou day of holy rest, What heavenly peace and transport rill our breast ! When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends, And kindly holds communion with his friends. 2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone ; Its flattering, fading glories I despise, And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes : Aff Oh ! meet my rising soul, thou God of love, mf And waft it to the blissful realms above ! 444 C. H. Arlington. 1 AND now another week begins, This day we call the Lorcrs ; This day he rose, who bore our sins, For so his word records. pM 2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing ! — Their voices fill the sky— < They hail their great victorious King, f And welcome him on high. 3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise ; Their jovs oh may we feel ; Our thankful song with them we'll ra;se, And emulate their zeal. 4 Come, then, ye saint?, and grateful sing Of Christ, bur risen Lord : Of Christ, the everlasting King, Of Christ, tlf incarnate Word. 5 Hail, mighty Saviour, thee we hail ! Hisrh on thy throne above ; Till heart and flesh together fail, We'll sing thy matchless love. 445 L. If. Bemlef. St. George's. 1 MY opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of thy returning day; Mv thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. HYMNS. 447 2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest : Eternal King ! erect thy throne, And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 Oh bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away ; Nor let me feel one vain desire — One sinful thought— through all the day. f 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. L. M. Effingham. Springfield. 446 The Rest of the Sabbath. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done ; Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul — enjoy thy rest ; Improve the day thy God has blest. 2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies ; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm within the breast ! The dearest pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains— The end of cares— the end of pains. f 4 With joy, great God, thy works we view, In varied scenes, both old and new ; With praise, we think on mercies past; With hope, we future pleasures taste. — 5 In holy duties let the day — In holy pleasures, pass away : How sweet, a Sabbath thus "to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 447 C. M. Marlow 1 COME, let us join with sweet accord In hymns around the throne : This is the day our rising Lord Hath made, and called his own. 2 This is the day which God hath blest, The brightest of the seven ; Type of that everlasting rest, The saints enjoy in heaven. 448 HYMNS. 44 O 10s. Savannah. 1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest, Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest; When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, And all be piety — and all be peace. 2 Let us devote this consecrated day, To learn his will, and all we learn obey ; So shall he hear, when fervently we raise Our supplications, and our songs of praise. Aff3 Father of heaven ! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide ; In life our Guardian — and in death our Friend ; Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. L. M. Slade. 44*7 Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored. mp 1 COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day, Come, bear our thoughts from earth away: Now, let our noblest passions rise With ardor to their native skies. 2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine, With rays of light upon us shine ; And let our waiting souls be blest, On this sweet day of sacred rest. mf 3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er, And we arrive on Canaan's shore, With all the ransomed, we shall spend A Sabbath which shall never end. 450 L. M. 61. Dresden. 1 GREAT God ! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers ; With joy we now to thee resign These" solemn, consecrated hours : Oh may our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. 2 All-seeing God ! th}^ piercing eye Can every secret thought explore ; May worldly cares our bosoms fly, And where thou art intrude no more : Oh may thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above ! 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, HYMNS. 449 Engage the ear— and warm the heart ; Then shall the day indeed be thine : Our souls shall then adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. H. M. Murray. DarweLte tiO X Resurrection of Christ celebrated. 1 1 1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls, And burst the slothful band ; The wonders of this day Our noblest songs demand : < Auspicious morn ! thy blissful rays f Briglit seraphs hail, in songs of praise. — 2 At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death resigned f The glorious Prince of life, > In dark domains confined : < Th' angelic host around him bends, f And midst their shouts the God ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings ; > While earth, in humbler strains, — Thy praise responsive sings ? > u Worthy art thou, who once wast slain- f Through endless years to live and reign." — 4 Gird on, great God, thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car, While justice, truth, and love, Maintain the glorious war: <: Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, ff And sin and hell in triumph lead. 45 Li c. M. Litchfield. Dundee. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray ; Dispels the darkness of the night, f And pours increasing day. P 2 Oh ! what a night was that, which wrapt A sinful world in gloom ! f Oh ! what a Sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb! — - 3 This day be grateful homage paid, * And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 38* 450 HYMNS. 4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 453 C. M. Litchfield. Nottingham The Sabbath commemorative of Christ's Resurrection. 1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest ; And joyful, in harmonious lays, Employ this day of rest. mp 2 Lord, may we still remember thee, And more in knowledge grow ; Oh may we more of glory see, While waiting here below. 3 On this blest day a brighter scene Of glory was displayed, By God, th' eternal Word, than when This universe was made. 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, p With blood, and grief, and pain — f 'Twas great — to speak the worl d from nought — 'Twas greater — to redeem. 454 L. M. Clinton. Nazareth. The eternal Sabbath. 1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love , But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope— and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue — no more distress, Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place : No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tonguerf. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade — no clouded &un - But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord", we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope, and strong desire. HYMNS. 45] a +> £ L. M. Ward. Hingham 455 Delight in 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone; Let my religious hours alone : Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 Oh ! warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire: Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare ! How sweet thy entertainments are ! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. mf 4 Hail, great lmmanuel, all divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine ; f Thy glorious name shall be adored, And every tongue confess thee Lord. 45b 7s. Fkyel's Hymn Turin. 1 LORD of hosts, how lovely, fair, Ev'n on earth, thy temples are ! Here thy waiting people see Much of heaven — and much of thee. 2 From thy gracious presence flows Bliss that softens all our woes ; While thy Spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here, we supplicate thy throne ; Here, thy pardoning grace is known ; Here, we learn thy righteous ways — Taste thy love and sing thy praise. 457 L. M. Alfreton. 1 WHEN to his temple God descends, He holds communion with his friends, His grace and glory there displays, And shines with bright, but friendly rays. 2 While hovering o'er the happy place, The Spirit sheds his heavenly grace ; To fix our thoughts — our hearts to raise, And tune our souls to love and praise. 3 Tis here we learn the blessed skill To know and do our Maker's will ; 452 HYMNS. And, while we hear, and sing, and pray, With heavenly joy we soar away. 4 Oh ! dearest hours of all I know — Oh ! sweetest joys of all below : Here would 1 choose my fixed abode, And dwell forever near my God. 458 S. M. Hudson. Shirland. 1 HOW charming is the place Where my Redeemer God Unvails the glories of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2 Here, on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 3 To him their prayers and cries Each contrite soul presents : And while he hears their humble sighs, He grants them all their wants. 4 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode ; Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. C. M. Mansfield. Dundee. 4'Oy The Presence of God sought in his House. 1 COME, O thou King of all thy saints, Our humble tribute own, While with our praises and complaints, We bow before thy throne. 2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise ! < How should our souls, on wings of love, mf Mount upward to the skies ! p 3 But ah ! the song, how faint it flows ! How languid cur desire ! How cold the sacred passion glows, Till thou the heart inspire ! — 4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine And fill thy dwellings here ; mf Till life, and love, and joy divine, A heaven on earth appear. HYMNS. 453 f 5 Then shall our hearts, enraptured, say- Come, great Redeemer — come ; And brinsr the bright — the glorious day, That calls thy children home. 460 C. :.I. Litchfield. Dundee. Aff 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear ! Thy presence now display : We kneel within thy house of prayer, Oh ! give us hearts to pray. 2 The clouds, which vail thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove ; Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love. 3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, To kneel before thy face ; Oh make us, creatures of thy power, The children of thy grace*. 461 7s. 61. Sabbath. Rutland. 1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day : Day of all the week the best/ Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name; Show thy reconciling face — Take away our sin and shame ; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we come thy name to praise ; Let us feel thy presence near : Mav thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear : Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 Mav the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners— comfort saints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. 454 HYMNS. 4b J C. M. Litchfield. Dundee 1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave, Arid to thy courts repair ; mf Again with joyful feet we come, To meet our Saviour here. > 2 Within these walls let holy peace, — And love, and concord dwell: Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. mP 3 The feeling heart — the melting eye, The humble mind bestow ; — And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we m faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers ; And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. 5 Show us some token of thy love. Our fainting hope to raise ; mf And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 4bo C. M. Dundee. Litchfield. 1 WITHIN thy house, O Lord, our God, In glory now appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thine awful seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound With power reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; Here give the mourners rest : Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. < 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy p And humble prayer arise, f Till higher strains our tongues employ, In realms beyond the skies. 7s. Edyfield. ^IDt: Prayer for a Blessing on public Worship. 1 TO thy temple we repair — Lord, we love to worship there ; HYMNS. 455 There within the vail we meet Thee upon the mercy-seat. 2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips — unloose our tongue ; Then our joyful souls shall bless Thee, the Lord on: Righteousness. 3 While to thee our prayers ascend, Let thine ear in love attend ; Hear us when thy Spirit pleads— Hear — for Jesus intercedes. 4 While thy word is heard with awe, While we tremble at thy law, Let thy gospel's wondrous love Every doubt and fear remove. 5 From thy house when we return, Let our hearts within us burn ; That at evening, we may say — ' We have walked with God to-day.' 465 C. M. Mear. 1 IN thy great name, O Lord, wre come, To worship at thy feet ; Oh pour thy Holy Spirit down On all that now shall meet. 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, To hear the Saviour's voice : Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek ; TSTow make our hearts rejoice. 3 Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear, And understand thy word ; To feel thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord. 466 Aff 1 LORD, we come before thee now ; At thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh do not our suit disdain ! Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on thee cur souls depend; In compassion now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; mf Tune our lips to sing thy praise. — 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee — here we stay ; Benson. 456 HYMNS. Lord, we know not how to g Till b I l< ss g thou beat 4 Send some message from thy word, That mavjoy and peace afford; Let thy Spun! now impart mi" Full salvation to each iioart. — 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return ; Those who are east down — lift up, n»f Make them strong in faith and hope. — 6 Grant that all may seek and rind Thee a God supremely kind: Health* - captive free : mf Let us ail thee. 46 / 1 WHEN, as . - tur .Man comes to meet his G What rites, what b How spread his ; I ad? 2 From ma And lands deck 3 Vain, sin:';;' *Sl vd .. ell may spare ; give thy heart — and thou shah find, Thy v UedfieM. xOo 1 \ rd! Thy Ton And melt 2 Sj Oh let his guilty coi - The death that ne\ 3 Let us : Each in an honest Km Lav up the precious treasure there, And never with it p HYMKS. Ml 4 Now let our darkness comprehend The light that shines so clear : Thv B rd, in mercy send, And give us ears to hear. 469 1 COME B-r- -. - - -■--:.- :..-=—;: Let each heart thy grace inherit ; e the weak— the hungry feed : From the g :^pel Now supply thy peopled need. 2 Help us all to seek die blessing Which thou wahest now to give , Let us alL thy lore possess: ■ Joyfully the truth rece. t er ind glory tire. 1 EN" thy name, O Lord, assembling, :hy people, now draw near : Teach us" to reioice with trembling; ^ -: _,:. -_;_ : '-.: :..y --.r- -:.'- .. . _; — Hear with ineekne - — . r thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, L em, Lord, tot: pe — and daily strengthened, rould run. nor weary Le, Till thy . Without clouds in heaven we see. Tliere in worship, purer, swee: All thy people shall ad Tasting of enjoyment gr Than ther could conceive be: i Full enjoyment — Holy bliss, forevermore. i-l *** 4< 1 A; a- Bamm 1 THANKS zjt mercies. Lord, receive ; Pardon of our sins rene Teach us, henceforth, how to lire With eternity in view. 39 458 HYMNS. 2 Bless thy word to old and young ; Grant us, now, thy peace and love ; And when life's short race is run, Take us to thy house above. 472 Edyfield. 1 SAVIOUR, bless thy word to all, Quick and powerful let it prove ; Oh may sinners hear thy call ! Let thy people grow in love. 2 Thine own gracious message bless, Follow it with power divine ; Give the gospel great success — Thine the work — the glory thine. 3 Saviour, bid the world rejoice, Send — oh send thy truth abroad ! Let the nations hear thy voice — Hear it — and return to God. 473 C. M. Spencer. Ely. Prayer for Sincerity in Worship. Aff 1 LORD ! when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, Oh may we feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see ; True penitence impart : And let a he alin g ray from thee Beam hope on every heart. 3 When we disclose our wants \n prayer, Oh let our wills resign ; And not a thought our bosom share, Which is not wholly thine. mf 4 And when with heart and voice we strive Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live, And fill our souis with praise. 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, Thy mercies we'll review ; With love divine, transported, tell — 1 Thou, God, art Father too !' 474 C. M. St. Martin's. St. Ann's. 1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known ; HYMNS. 459 The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 When in his earthly courts we view The glories of our King, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. 3 And shall we long and wish in vain ? Lord, teach our songs to rise : Thy love can raise our humble strain, And bid it reach the skies. 4 Oh, happy period ! — glorious day ! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, their raptured lay To celebrate thy praise. 475 L. M. Hingham. Christ ever present in his Churches. 1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few ! Thy former mercies here renew ; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. A**,n L. M. 97th Ps. Tune. Winchester. *-t i O The Presence of God realized. 1 LO, God is here ! — let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place ! Let all within us feel his power, P And silent bow before his face ! — 2 Lo, God is here! — him day and night Tli' united choirs of angels sing: To him, enthroned above all height, > Let saints their humble worship bring. — 3 Lord God of hosts! oh mav our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill: Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 460 HYMNS. L. M. Duke Street. Tf ■ Dismissions. 1 DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord ; Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 47 O 8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. 1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing ; Fill our hearts with joy and peace ! Let us, each thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : Oh refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the "fruits of thv salvation In our hearts ancf lives abound ! May thy presence With us evermore be found ! 3 Then, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, f Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey — mp May we ever mf Reign with Christ in endless day ! 8s & 7s. Walpole. Sicilian Hymn. 1 MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. 8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. 1 GOD of our salvation, hear us ; Bless, oh bless us, ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, 479 480 HYMNS. 461 L st we cold and careless . iour, keep us — Keep us safe from every foe. 2 May we live in vi Win c^ May our \ rer, <: - to come : p < 481 • alone re Pour an abui. wn TO — 1 FREQUENT the day And 2 Accept om Or. . our faith a up, — 4 Where we BhaO breathe in] . . air — - ine — re the tl.r And 462 HYMNS. f 5 There shall we join, and never tire, To sing immortal lays ; And with the bright, seraphic choir, Sound forth Immanuel's praise. 483 C. M. Medfield. Barby. Longing for the eternal Sabbath. 1 WHEN, dearest Saviour — when shall I Behold thee all serene ; Blest in perpetual Sabbath day, Without a vail between ? 2 Assist me while I wander here, Amid a world of cares ; Incline my roving heart to pray, And then accept my prayers. 3 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give, To be my guide and friend ; To light my path to ceaseless joys — Where Sabbaths never end. L. M. Uxbridge. 4o4 Pleasing Remembrance of the Sabbath. 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing— at once they pray — They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go : 'Tis like the dawn of heaven below : Not all that careless sinners sav, Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 Oh write upon my memory, Lord, The truths and precepts ot thy word ! That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before. 4 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine ; That, finding pardon through his blood, I may lie down, and wake with God. 485 C. Iff. Corinth. 1 I LOVE to see the Lord below ; His church displays his grace ; But upper worlds his glory know, And view him face to face. HYMNS. 463 2 I love to worship at his feet, Though sin annoy me there ; But Mints, exalted near his seat, Have no assaults to fear. 3 I love to meet him in his court, And taste his heavenly love j But still his visits seem too short, Or I too soon remove. < 4 He shines — and I am all delight : > He hides — and all is pain : — When will he rix me in his sight, And ne'er depart again ! Aff 5 O Lord, I love thy service now : Thy church displays thy power; mf But soon in heaven 1 hope to view And praise thee evermore. AQf -• M- St. Thomas. Paddington. *oO HSmsten thi Bearers of glad Ti 1 HOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill ! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice ! How sweet their tidings are ! "Zion, behold thy Saviour Kinsr, He reigns and triumphs her 3 How happy are our ears. That hear this joyful sound. Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes. That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; f Jerusalem breaks forth m songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad! Let every nation now behold Their 'Saviour and their God. 164 HYMNS. 4n„^ L. M. Appleton. Sterling. ^1(3 I C'irist.'s Commission to Iris Ministers. 1 " GO preach my gospel," saith the Lord ; "Bid the whole earth my grace receive He shall be saved, that trusts my word. And he condemned, who'll not believe. 2 I'll make your great commission known ; And ye shall prove my gospel true, By ail the works that I have done, By all the wonders ye shall do. 3 Teach all the nations my commands; I'm with you till the world shall end ; All power is trusted in my hands — I can destroy— and I defend." f 4 He spake — and light shone round his head , On a bright cloud to heaven he rode : They to the farthest nations spread The grace of their ascended God. L. M. Duke Street. Appleton. lOO The Ministry of divine Appointment. 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy house, We pay our homage, and our vows, While with a grateful heart we share These pledges of our Saviour's care. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scattered his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow. 3 Hence sprung th' apostle's honored name, Sacred beyond all earthly fame ; In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, _ Pastors from hence, and teachers rise. 4 So shall the bright succession run Through latest courses of the sun ; While unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish, large and fair. UNIVERSAL DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. & 7s. Jerauld. T:Oi/ Stele is qftlie Hem 1 HARK ! — what mean those Lamentations, Rolling sadh y? HYMNS. 465 'Tis the cry of heathen nations, > " Come, and help us, or we die !" — 2 Hear the heathen's sad complaining — Christians, hear their dying cry ; And, the love of Christ constraining, > Join to help them, ere they die. 4«7l/ P. M. Missionary Hymn. ' ' 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. p" 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soffo'er Ceylon's isle — Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? — In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high — Shall we to man benighted The lamp of life deny ? — f Salvation ! — oh, salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name. 4 Waft — waft, ye winds, his story ; And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, Returns in bliss to reign. 491 C. M. Medford. Judea. Prevalence of Christianity promised. 1 GREAT God, is not thy promise pledged To thine exalted Son, 466 HYMNS. That through the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run ? 2 " Ask — and I jrive the heathen lands For thine inheritance ; And to the world's remotest shores Thine empire shall advance." 3 From east to west, from north to south, Then be his name adored : f Let earth, with all its millions, shout Hosanna to the Lord ! 4JJ L. M. Brewer. Duke Street 1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath The darkness of o'erspreading death, God will arise with light divine, On Zion's holy towers to shine. 2 That light shall glance on distant lands, And heathen tribes, in joyful bands, Come with exulting haste to prove The power and greatness of his love. 3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace; Let truth, and righteousness, and peace, iild and lovely forms, display The glories of the latter day. ZixJ J> 8s, 7s & 4. Tamworth 1 OETv the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul — be still, and gaze ; See the promises advancing To a glorious day of grace ! f Blessed jubilee ! Let thy glorious morning dawn ! — 2 Let the dark, benighted pagan, Let the rude barbarian, see divine and glorious conquest Calvary : Let tb . f Lou.! resound, from pole to pole. 3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, . lorious light ; : coast to western, the night; Lei ion, IV. ( .1; ^ in the day ! HYMNS. 467 t 4 Fly abroad, thou mighty irospel ; May thy I le dominions ise : . id around ! 'x*7-x Lyon*. St. Mic 1 HO -ous and great Thy Oh, who shall not Year thee, 1 honor thy name ! I only art Thou oi. me ! 2 To nal •!i ; e: Till earth's ev'ry pe a<^~ Sicilian Hymn. **JO i f th e Spirit nece> I 1 WHO, but thou, t Spirit, Can the heathen w ..eh— but till thou favor, - rill the same : Witness to the Saviour's name. Glorious light in bitter Come, and bless Ch i I tears t<: | Roil: 3 All ooi | labors Moe But thou us — ADisti it thou hast said: Faithful Spirit! O'er the world thine influence shed. 468 HYMNS. 496 C. M. Stamford. 1 ALMIGHTY Spirit, now behold A world by sin destroyed : Creating Spirit, as of old, Move on the formless void ! 2 Give thou the word — that healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned. Bring forth the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy, When nature rose to view, What strains will angel-harps employ, When thou slialt all renew ! — 4 And if the sons of God rejoice To hear a Saviour's name, How will the ransomed raise their voice, To whom the Saviour came! 5 Lo, every kindred, every tribe, Assembling round the throne, The new creation shall ascribe To sovereign love alone. L. M. Medway. Alfreton. ^£*j 4 Prayer for the Conversion of the World. 1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies, And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear ? While feeble mortals raise their cries, Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? P 2 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, And view the desolations round ; See what wide realms in darkness lie, What scenes of wo and crime abound! f 3 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar ; Let all the isles their Saviour know, And earth's remotest ends draw n^ar. 49 O S. M. Si Thomas 1 O GOD of sovereign grace, We bow before thy throne, And plead, for all the human race, The merits of thy Son. 2 Spread through the earth, O Lord, The knowledge of thy ways ; HYMI 469 And let all lands with joy record f The great Redeemers praise ! 499 500 C. M. Stamford. Stephens. 1 GREAT God! the nations of the earth Are by creation thine ; And in thy works, by ail heheld, Thy power and glory shine. 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind ; Unvaiiing what rich stores of grace Are treasured in thy mind. 3 Oh when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Tiil every tribe — and every bouI, Shall hear the joyful sound ? 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the gospel's rays, And build on sin's demolished throne A temple to thy praise. 501 B. M. St. Thomas. Hudson. 1 O LORD, our God, arise, The cause of truth maintain; And wide o'er all the peopled world Extend her blessed reign. 2 Thou Prince of life, arise, Nor let thy glory cease ; Far spread the conquests of thy grace, And bless the earth with peace. 3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise, Extend 'thy healing wing, And o'er a dark and ruinecl world Let light and order spring. 4 Let all on earth arise, To God the Saviour sing, From shore to shore — from earth to heaven, Let echoing anthems ring ! II. M. Bethesda 1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above, And Lord of all below, Thy faithfulness and love, Thy power and mercy show Fulfil thy 'word, heathens live, Thy Spirit give ; And praise the Lord. 40 470 HYMNS. 2 Few be the years that roll, Ere all shall worship thee*, The travail of his soul Soon let the Saviour see : O God of grace! I Fill earth with joy, Thy power employ ; | And heaven with praise. ^>0J L. 31. Kothvvell. Stonefield. 1 ARISE, in all thy splendor, Lord, Let power attend thy gracious word; Unvail the beauties of thy face, And show the glories of thy grace. 2 Diffuse thy light and truth abroad, And be thou known th' almighty God ; Make bare thine arm — thy power display. While truth and grace thy sceptre sway. 3 Send forth thy messengers of peace, Make Satan's reign and empire cease ; Let thy salvation, Lord, be known, That all the world thy power may own. 50o L. M. Appleton. 1 SOVEIlEIGNof worlds! display thy power, Be this thy Z ion's favored hour : Oh bid the morning-star arise, Oh point the heathen to the skies. 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, In western wilds, and heathen plains, Far let the gospel's sound be known ; Make thou the universe thine own. 3 Speak! and the world snail hear thy voice: Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice: Scatter the gloom of heathen night, Bid every nation hail the light. 504 L. M. Old Hundred 1 ASCEND thy throne, almighty King ; Now spread thy glories all abroad ; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. HYMNS 171 — 3 Oh let tin* kingdoms ofthe world Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; I Let lainti and angels praise thy name ; Be thou thro1 heaven and earth adored, *>U«> L .m. Giltad. Mradon l AK.M of the Lord, avt ake !— awake I Tui »>n thj strength the nations Bhake ' Now let the \\ orld, adoring) see Triumphs of mere] wrought b] thee, i\ io the heathen, from ihj throne, 4 1 am Jehoi all, God alone I1 Thj voice thoir idols shall confound, And cast their altars to tin- ground. :\ Let /ion's time Of l'a\ or come! oh, bring the tribes of Israel homo! Soon nia\ our wondering eyes behold Qentiles and .lew - in Jesus' fold ! '1 AJmight] God! thy grace proclaim Through ever] clime of ever] name! Let adverse powers'before tin*- fall. And crown llir SavioUT land of Ml! 506 II. II, H« Hi. si!a l RISE, Bun of glor] ri Ami chase those shades of night. Which now obscure the I And hide th] sacred tight \ Oh chase those dismal shades away, And bring the bright millennial Hay ! 9 Now send thj Spirit down < hi all the nations, Lord ! \\ 1 1 h great succei * to crown The preaching of thy word j That heathen land maj ov< p thj i n a] - And cast i heir idol aj . 3 Then shall th] kingdom i Among our fallen pi And all the earl h become The temple of t b] grace j Whence pure devotion shall ascend, And e, till tunc shall end. 472 HYMNS. ^ L. M. St. Paul's. Duke Street. OU / Prayer for the Jews. 1 ARISE, great God ! and let thy grace Shed its glad beams on Jacob's race ; Restore the long-lost, scattered band, And call them to their native land. 2 Their misery let thy mercy heal, Their trespass hide — their pardon seal ; O God of Israel! hear our prayer, And grant them still thy love to share. 3 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove The sad suspension of thy love ? Say — shall thy wrath forever burn ? And shall thy mercy ne'er return ? 4 Thy quickening Spirit now impart, And wake to joy each grateful heart, While Israel's rescued tribes in thee Their bliss and full salvation see. 508 8s, 7s & 4. Greenville. 1 MAY the glorious day of promise Come, and spread its cheerful ray, When the scattered sheep of Israel Shall no longer go astray ; When hosannas With united voice they cry. 2 Lord ! how long wilt thou be angry ? Shall thy wrath forever burn ? Rise ! redeem thine ancient people ; Their transgressions from them turn. King of Israel ! Come, and set thy people free ! 509 L. M. Ralston. Duke Street. 1 LORD ! visit thy forsaken race, Back to thy fold the wanderers bring ; Teach them io seek thy slighted grace, And hail in Christ their promised King. 2 That vail of darkness rend in twain Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light; That severed olive-branch again Firm to its parent stock unite. 3 Hail, glorious day — expected long ! Vv hen Jew an! Greek one prayer shall pour, HYMNS. 473 With eager feet one temple throng, With grateful praise one God adore. L. M. CI. Dresden. O 1 U False Religions supplanted bij Christianity. 1 O FATHER, let thy kingdom come, Thy kingdom, built on love and grace ! In every nation give it room, In every heart afford it place : The earth is thine— set up thy throne, And claim the kingdoms as thine own. 2 Still nature's awful darkness reigns, And sinners scorn thy holy fear; Still Satan holds the heart in chains, Where'er thy messengers appear : Oh rise, great God, in love, and bless All nations with thy righteousness. 511 L. M. Sterling. Duke Street. >ur given ; O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns ; He mildly rules the hosts of heaven, And holds the powers of hell in chains. 2 Soon the redeemed in every clime, Yea, all that breathe, and move, and live, To Christ, through every age of time, Shall kingdom, power, and glory give. 512 &. 4. Sicilian Hymn 1 O'ER the realms of pagan darkness, Let the eye of pitv gaze ; See the kindreds of* the people Lost in sin's hewildering maze : Darkness brooding On the face of all the earth. 2 Light of them that sit in darkness ! Rise and shine — thy blessings bring : Light to lighten all the Gentiles ! Rise with healing in thy wing; To thy brightness Let all kings and nations come. 3 May the heathen, now adoring Idol-gods of wood and stone, Come, and, worshipping before him, 40* 474 HYMN*. Serve the living God alone : Let thy glory Fill the earth as iloods the sea. 4 Thou to whom all power is given, Speak the word— at thy command, Let the company of preachers f Spread thy name from land to land ; rap Lord be* with them — Alway to the end of time. 513 L. M. Lowell. Brewer 1 1 1 ARISE ! arise !— with joy survey The glory of the latter day : Already is the dawn begun Which marks at hand a rising sun ! 2 < Behold the way !' ye heralds, cry : Spare not— but lift your voices high : Convey the sound from pole to pole, 'Glad tidings,' to the captive soul. '3 ' Behold the way to Zion's hill, Where Israel's (God delights to dwell! He fixes there his lofty throne, And calls the sacred place his own.' 4 The north gives up— the south no more Keeps back her consecrated store : From east to west the message runs, And either India yields her sons. f 5 Auspicious dawn !— thy rising ray With joy we view— and hail the day : Great' Sun of Righteousness ! arise, And fill the world with glad surprise. C. M. Christmas. Mario w. ♦>14 Restoration of the Jews, » ' 1 DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head ; Again in thy Redeemer trust ; He calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake— awake !— put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array ; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. 3 Rebuild thy walls— thy bounds enlarge, And send tby heralds forth ; HYMNS. 475 Say to the south, — 'Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north !' 4 They come ! they come — thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. 5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, And God his works destroy, With songs thy ransomed shall return, And everlasting joy. 8s, 7s & 4. Tamworth. Suffolk. O 1 D Victories of Christ 1 GIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour, Make the word of truth thy car : Prosper in thy course, triumphant ; Ail success attend thy war; Gracious victor, Bring thy trophies from afar. 2 Majesty combined with meekness, Righteousness and peace unite To ensure thy blessed conquests — Take possession of thy right: f Ride triumphant, Dressed in robes of purest light. 3 Biest are they that touch thy sceptre \ Blest are all that own thy reign ; Freed from sin — that worst of tyrants- Rescued from its galling chain ; Saints and angels, All who know thee, bless thy reign. OJO CM. Arlington. St. Martin's. f 1 HOSANNA to our conquering King ! All hail, incarnate Love ! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above. 2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Through all the world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. 517 CM. St. Martin's. Arlington. 1 JESUS, immortal King, arise ! Assert thy rightful sway, 476 HYMNS. Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings And distant lands obey. f 2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride Till all thy foes submit, And all the powers of hell resign Their trophies at thy feet ! 3 Send forth thy word — and let it fly The spacious earth around ; Till every soul beneath the sun Shall hear the joyful sound ! ff 4 From sea to sea — from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored ; And earth, with all her millions, shout Hosanna to the Lord ! OlO CM, St. Martin's. Colchester. 1 HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine Is thy victorious sword ! The stoutest rebel must resign, At thy commanding word. f 2 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh ; Ride with majestic sway : Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly, And make thy foes obey. — 3 And when thy victories are complete, And all the chosen race Shall round the throne of mercy meet, To sing thy conquering grace, — mP 4 Oh may my humble soul be found Among that favored band ; < And I with them thy praise will sound, f Throughout ImmanuePs land. 519 5s 8c 8s. Cana 1 BEHOLD how the Lord Has girt on his sword ; From conquest to conuuest proceeds ! How happy are they Who live in this day, And witness his wonderful deeds ! 2 His word he sends forth, From south to the north ; From east and from west it is heard : 520 HYMNS. 477 The rebel is charmed ; The foe is disarmed ; No day like this day has appeared. 3 To Jesus alone, Who sits on the throne, Salvation and glory belong : All hail blessed name, Forever the same, Our joy, and the theme of our song! H. M. Shaftesbury. Acton. 1 ALL hail, incarnate God ! The wondrous things foretold Of thee, in sacred writ, With joy our eyes behold ! Still does thine arm new trophies wear, And monuments of glory rear. 2 Oh haste, victorious Prince, That glorious, happy day, When souls, like drops of dew, Shall own thy gentle sway: Oh may it bless our longing eyes, And bear our shouts beyond the skies ! 3 All hail! triumphant Lord, Eternal be thy reign : Behold the nations wait To wear thy gentle chain : When earth and time are known no more, Thv throne shall stand forever sure. 521 L. M. Gilead. Mendon. 1 SHOUT, for the great Redeemer reigns ; Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread; Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains, Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 Oh may his conquests still increase ; Let every i'oe his power subdue! While angels celebrate his praise, Saints shall his growing glories show. 3 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, From all below and all above ; In lofty songs exalt his name, In sonsrs as lasting as his love. 478 HYMNS. r _ C. M. Judea. St. Martin's. OJLhd Enlargement and Glory of the Church. 1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God In latter days shall rise — Above the summits of the hills — And draw the wondering eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; c Up to the mount of God,' they say, 'And to his house we'll go.' 3 The beams which shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land ; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command. O £i(j 8s, 7s & 4. Greenville. Sicilian Hymn. 1 ON the mountain's top appearing, Lo ! the sacred herald stands ! Welcome news to Zion bearing, Zion long in hostile lands, p Mourning captive ! < God himself shall loose thy bands. f 2 Lo ! thy sun is risen in glory ! . God himself appears thy friend ; All thy foes shall flee before thee ; Here their boasted triumphs end : Great deliverance Zion's King vouchsafes to send. — 3 Enemies no more shall trouble ; All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; For thy shame thou shalt have double, In thy Maker's favor blest ; All thy conflicts Len End in an eternal rest. 524 S. M. St. Thomas. Paddington. 1 RISE, gracious God ! and shine In all thy saving might ; Now prosper every good design To spread thy glorious light : 2 Oh bring the nations near, That they may sing thy praise : Thy word let all the people hear, And learn thy holy ways : HYMNS. 479 3 Put forth thy glorious power ! All nations then will see ; And earth present her grateful store In converts born to thee. 525 L. If. Gilead. Mendon. 1 ZION", awake ! — thy strength renew, Put on thy robes of beauteous hue ; Church of our God, arise and shine, Bright with the beams of truth divine ! 2 Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, Wide as the heathen nations are. Gentiles and kings thy light shall view: All shall admire and love thee too. DAV H. M. Xewbury. Darwell's. 1 O ZIOX, tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high ! Tell all the earth thy joys, And boast salvation nigh : Cheerful in God, While rays divine Arise and shine, | Stream all abroad. 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams which cannot fade: His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head : The nations round With lustre new Thy form shall view, Divinely crowned. 3 In honor to his name, Reflect that sacred light ; And loud tiiat grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright : Pursue his praise, In worlds above, Till sovereign love, The glory raise. Om% L. M. Mendon. Winchester. 1 TRIUMPHANT Zion ! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead ! Though humbled long — awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known : Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess. 480 HYMNS. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; No more snail hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer ; His hand thy ruin shall repair : Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. 528 529 7s. Edj'field. Lincoln. 1 " GIVE us room, that we may dwell," Zion's children cry aloud : See their numbers — how they swell ! How they gather like a cloud ! 2 Oh how bright the morning seems ! Brighter from so dark a night : Zion is like one that dreams, Filled with wonder and delight. 3 Lo ! thy sun goes down no more, God himself will be thy light : All that caused thee grief before Buried lies in endless night. 4 Zion, now arise and shine ! Lo ! thy light from heaven is come ! These that crowd from far are thine ; Give thy sons and daughters room. 8s, 7s & 4. Greenville. Greece 1 YES ! we trust the day is breaking ; Joyful times are near at hand ; God— the mighty God, is speaking By his word, in every land ; When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command. 2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood, God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad : Every language Soon shall tell the love of God. 3 Oh ! 'tis pleasant — tis reviving To our hearts to hear, each day, Joyful news from far arriving, 530 HYMNS. 481 How the gospel wins its way ; Those enlightening, Who in death and darkness lay. God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand ; Let the gospel be victorious, ■ Through the world — in every land ; Then shall idols Perish, Lord — at thy command. L. M. Old Hundred Missionary Meeting. 1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command, Before thy lace, dread King ! we stand : The voice that marshalled every star Has called thy people from afar. 2 We meet, through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled ; Along the line — to either pole — The thunder of thy praise to roll. P 3 Our prayers assist < accept our praise — mf Our hopes revive < our courage raise — — Our counsels aid — to each impart The single eye — the faithful heart ! 4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come; Recall the wandering spirits home : From Zion's mount send forth the sound, To spread the spacious earth around. 531 L. M. Alfreton. Effingham 1 BEHOLD the heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive to receive The freedom Jesus has to give. 2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part ; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our'King. 3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days ; When our Redeemer shall be known, Where Satan long hath held his throne. 4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise ; 41 482 HYMNS. 532 And slave, and freeman — Greek, and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew. 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 WITH my substance I will honor My Redeemer and my Lord ; Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word. 2 While the heralds of salvation His abounding grace proclaim, Let his friends, of every station, Gladly join to spread his fame. 3 May his kingdom be promoted ; May the world the Saviour know ; Be my all to him devoted ; To my Lord my all I owe. 4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations ; Praise him, all ye hosts above ; Shout with joyful acclamations, His divine — victorious love. 533 P. M. Missionary Hymn. Departure of Missionaries. 1 ' 1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean ! And, as thy billows flow, Bear messengers of mercy To every land below. Arise, ye gales ! and waft them Safe' to the destined shore ; That man may sit in darkness, And death's black shade, no more. Aff 20 thou eternal Ruler ! Who boldest in thine arm Tiie tempests of the ocean, Protect them from all harm! Thy presence e'er be with them, Wherever they may be, Though far from us who love them — Still let them be with thee ! 534 8. M. St. Thomas. Pe,*tonvilJe. 1 YE messengers of Christ, His sovereign voice obey ; Arise, and follow where he leads, And peace attend your way ! HYMNS. 483 2 The Master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow ; Depending on his promised aid, With sacred courage — go. 3 Go, spread the Saviour's fame ; Go, tell his matchless grace ; Proclaim salvation full and free To Adam's guilty race. 4 Mountains shall sink to plains, And hell in vain oppose ; The cause is God's — and will prevail In spite of all his foes. 535 Greenville. 1 MEN of God, go take your stations ; Darkness reigns throughout the earth ; Go — proclaim among the nations, Joyful news of heavenly birth : Bear the tidings— Tidings of the Saviour's worth. 2 Of his gospel not ashamed — 'Tis the power of God to save ; Go where Christ was never named, Publish freedom to the slave : Blessed freedom ! — Freedom Zion's children have. 3 When exposed to fearful dangers, Jesus will his own defend ; Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers, Jesus will appear your friend : He is with you— He will guide vou to the end. 536 L. If. Brewer. Effingham. 1 YE Christian heroes, and Saving name. 544 AdoMunL Lincoln. 1 HARK!— tie' song of jubilee, Loud— as mighty thunders roar; Or the fullness of the sea. When it. breaks upon the shore — 2 See Jehovah's banners furled ! ,rd j— he speak — 'tis done. Now the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdom of his 8 3 He shall reign from pole to i With supreme, unbounded sway: He shall reign, when, like i scroll, Yon.!' away! 4 Hallelujah! for the Lord, God omnipotent shall reign : Hallelujah '. — let the word Echo round * nd main. HYMNS. 487 54«l) K. r;uidington. Eastbura. 1 REJOICE! •: - 1 ord is King! Your Lord and King ad< 5 ransomed saints, give thanks and sing, And triumph i t v miirhty Saviour reigns, < I ;' of truth and love j When he himself had purged our stains, lie took lo- seat ah 3 His kingdom cannot tail : He rnlea o\ r earth and heaven ; Tin leath and hell Into his h 4 He sits at ("i<>d's right hand. Till all hit nit. And humbly bow to bifl C And fall beneath bifl 5 Rejoice in glorious hope ! jesus, the Judge, shall <• And take his# waiting servants up their eternal heme. 040 .en. Lincoln. 1 WAKE the song of Jul Let it echo o'er tin - Now IS come the promised hour ; Jesus reigns with • power ! •J All ye nations, join and si urist, ofloraa and kings is Kii - u sound from shore r«> ah< J< - 3 Now the desert I ice. And the islands joia their von 'Jesus is the King of k: VARIOUS roi ■■'.:. Oakland. 04/ r.'jyer. 1 PRATBR is the contrite dinner's voice, While angelfl in their BOU{ And cry, ' Behold, I 488 HYMNS. 2 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watch- word at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 3 Prayer is not made on earth alone — Tiie Holy Spirit pleads ; And Jesus, on th' eternal throne, For sinners intercedes. Aff 40 thou by whom we come to God — The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer thyself hast trod — Len Lord, teach us" how to pray. S. If. Little Marlboro'. Hudson. Ot:0 Encouragement to Prayer. 1 AND shall not Jesus hear His children when they cry ? Yes — though he may awhile forbear, He'll help them from on high. 2 His nature, truth, and love, Engage him on their side ; When they are grieved! his bowels move ; And can they "be denied ? 3 Then let us earnest be, And never faint in prayer : He loves our importunity, And makes our cause his care. 549 L. M. Brewer. St. Paul's. 1 SING to the Lord, who loud proclaims His various and his savins names ; Oh may they not be heard alone, But by our sure experience known. 2 Through every age his gracious ear Is open to his servants' prayer ; Nor can one humble soul complain, That he has sought his God in vain. 3 What unbelieving heart shall dare In whispers to suggest a fear, While still he owns his ancient name, The same his power — his love the same ; 4 To thee our souls in faith arise, To thee we lift expecting eyes ; We boldly through the desert tread, For God will guard, where God shall lead. HYMNS. 489 550 L. M. Waterville. St. Paul's. 1 LORD, how shall wretched sinners dare Look up to thy divine abode, Or offer their imperfect prayer Before a just and holy God? 2 Bright terrors guard thine awful seat, And dazzling glories vail thy face ; Yet mercy calls us to thy feet : Thy throne is still a throne of grace. 3 Oh ! may our souls thy grace adore ; May Jesus plead our humble claim, While thy protection we implore, In his prevailing, glorious name. 4 Let past experience of thy care Support our hope — our trust invite ; > Affain attend our humble prayer ; — — "Let mercy still be thy delight. S. M. Calmar. Hudson OO 1 Lord's Prayer. 1 OUR heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now : Thv name* be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow ! 2 Thy kingdom come — thy will On earth be done in love. As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above ! 3 Our daily bread supply, While 'by thy word we live ; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive — as we forgive. 4 From dark temptation's power, From Satan's wiles defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guidons to the end. mf 5 Thine shall forever be Glory and power divine ; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine. »p 6 Thus humbly taught to pray By thy beloved Son, Through him we come to thee, and say, 1 All for his sake be done !' 490 HYMNS. 552 CM. Litchfield. Dundee. 1 OUR Father who in heaven art ! All hallowed be thy name ; Thv kingdom come— thy will be done, Throughout this earthly frame,— 2 As cheerfully as 'tis by those Who dwell with thee on high Lord, let thy bounty, day by day Our daily" food supply. 3 As we forgive our enemies, Thy pardon, Lord, we crave ; Into temptation lead us not, But us from evil save, mf 4 For kingdom, power, and glory, all Belong, O Lord, to thee ; Thine from eternity they were, Len And thine shall ever be. 553 6a & 5s. Portuguese Hymn. Lyons. 1 OUR Father in heaven, We hallow thy name ! May thv kingdom holy On earth be the same ! Oh £pve to us daily Our portion of bread ; It is from thy bounty That all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble compassion Which nardons each foe : Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And thine be the glory Forever — Amen. Litchfield. Corinth. 554 Re tire mem and Meditation. 1 FAR from the world. O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. P 2 The calm retreat— the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; HYMNS. 491 — And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made For those who' follow thee. 3 There, if the Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! 4 Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And — all harmonious names in one — My saviour — thou art mine ! mf 5 What thanks I owe thee ! and what lcve ! A boundless, endless store ! Thv praise shall sound through realms above, When time shall be no more. ODD L. M. Bellville. Waiorville. 1 MY God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee ; Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth ? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3 Call me away from earth and sense ; Thy sovereign word can draw me thence ; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity be gone ; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven — and there my God I find. OC>\) C. M. Brattle Street. Corinth. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power ! Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; lo thee my thoughts would soar: Thv mercy o'er my life has flowed ; That mercy J adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see ! mf \ HYMNS. Each blessing to my soul most dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear. My heart shall find delight in praise, 'Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. G Mv lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; That heart will rest on thee. 55 i S. |fa Hudson. Little Marlboro'. 1 OUR heavenly Father's eye Sees through the darkest night ; In deep retirement he is nigh, With heart-discerning sight. 2 Then let that eye survey Our duteous homage paid, With every morning's dawning ray, And every evening's shade. 3 O God ! may heavenly fire The incense still inflame; While grateful vows to thee aspire, Through my Redeemer's name. 4 Oh warm my heart with love, 3Iv soul in secret bless ; So shalt thou deign, in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess. L. M. Medway. Shoel. 00 O Desiring tlie Presence of Gcd. 1 MY God, I bow before thy feet ; When shall my soul approach thy scat ? When shall I see thy glorious face With mingled majesty and grace ? 2 How should I love thee, and adore, With hopes and joys unknown before ! And bid this trifling world be gone, Nor tease my heart so near thy throne. HYMNS. 493 3 My soul should pour out all her cares In flowing words, or flowing tears ; Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain, Nor should I seek my God in vain. Oo9 C. M. St. Martin's. Berwick. 1 ETERNAL Sun of Righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glory of thy face On all our hearts to shine ! 2 Light in thy light, oh may we see, Thy grace and mercy prove ! Revived, and cheered, and hlest by thee, Thou God of pardoning love ! 5b0 CM. St. Martin's. Stephens 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God, With rays of mercy shine: Oh let thy favor crown our days. And all their round be thine. 2 With thee let every week begin : With thee each day be spent : To thee each fleeting hour be given, Since each by thee is lent. 3 Thus cheer us through this desert road, p> Till all our labors cease : — — Till heaven refresh our weary souls With everlasting peace. „ ' ■ •'• Corinth. Arlington OOl God's Presence a Comfort i.i Life, 1 OH happy they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell ! He feeds and cheers them by his word; His arm supports them well. 2 To them, in each distressing hour, His throne of grace is neat-; And when they plead his love and power, He stands engaged to hear. 3 His presence cheers us in our cares, And makes our burdens light ; His gracious word dispels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night. 4 Let us enjoy, and highly prize These tokens of thy love : 42 494 HYMNS. Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise, To worship thee above. S. M. Haverhill. Mornington. OOL Communion with the Father and Christ. 1 OUR heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near ; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs : He pardons every day ; Almighty to protect our souls, And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are ! What various stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, And purchased with his blood ! 4 Jesus, our living head, We bless thy faithful care ; Our advocate before the throne, And our forerunner there. 5 Here fix, my roving heart ! Here wait, my warmest love ! Till this communion be complete mf In nobler scenes above. C. M. Corinth. Grafton. 0l)0 Shis and Sorrows laid be/ore God. 1 OH, that I knew the secret place Where I might find my God ! I'd spread my wants before his face, Ami pour my woes abroad. 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, What sorrows 1 sustain ; How grace decays — and comfort dies, And leaves my heart in pain. 3 He knows what arguments I'd take To wrestle with my God — I'd plead for his own* mercy's sake — I'd plead my Saviour's blood. 4 My God will pity my complaints, And drive my foes away ; He knows the meaning of his saints, When they in sorrow pray. HYMNS. 495 nrf 5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, And banish every fear ; He calls thee to his throne of grace, To spread thy sorrows there. 5o4 C. M. Dedham. Grafton. 1 OH, could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God ! Then should my hours glide sweet away While leaning on his word. 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live Anew from day to day ; In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away. 3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine. 4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore ; And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more. 565 S. M. Hudson. St. Thomas Providence and Grace. 1 O THOU, my life, my ioy, My glory, and my all ! Unsent by thee, no good can come, No evil can befall. 2 Such are thy wondrous works, And methods of thy grace, That I may' safely trust in thee, Through all this wilderness. 3 'Tis thine all-powerful arm Unholds me in the way; Ana thy rich bounty well supplies The wants of every day. 4 For such compassions, Lord ! Ten thousand thanks are due ; For such compassions, I esteem Ten thousand thanks too few. ->t>0 C. M. Medford. Walney. 1 THANKS to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow : 496 HYMNS. And thanks eternal for that love Whence all those comforts flow. 2 Forever let my grateful heart His boundless grace adore, Which gives ten thousand blessings now, And bids me hope for more. 3 Transporting hope ! still on my soul Let thy bright glories shine, Till thou thyself art lost in joys Eternal and divine. Ot) # 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 BLEST be thou, O God of Israel, Thou, our Father, and our Lord ! Blest thy majesty forever ! Ever be thy name adored. 2 Thine, O Lord, are power and greatness, Glory, victory, are thine own ; All is thine in earth and heaven, Over all thy boundless throne. 3 Riches come of thee, and honor, Power and might to thee belong ; Thine it is to make us prosper, Only thine to make us strong. 4 Lord our God ! for these, thy bounties Songs of gratitude we raise ; To thy name, forever glorious, Ever we address our praise ! C. M. Princeton. Westford. OuO The Fearful encouraged. 1 YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears, Be mercy nil your theme ; Mercy — which, like a river, flows In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell — Those powers will God restrain ; His arm shall all their rage repel, And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not the wrant of outward good, For his he will provide ; Grant them supplies of daily food, And give them heaven beside. HYMNS. 497 4 Fear 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, Or death's tremendous sting ; He will from endless wrath preserve, To endless glory bring. C. M. Covington. Spencer. OD«7 Refuge in God. 1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal ; Thv word can bring a sweet relief, For every pain I feel. 3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain ? 4 No — still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer ; Oh may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there ! 5 Thv mercy-seat is open still ; Here let my soul retreat ; With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet. Oi\) C. M. Stamford. Lutzen. 1 IN every trouble, sharp and strong, My soul to Jesus flies ; My anchor-hold is firm in him, When swelling billows rise. 2 His comforts bear my spirits up ; 1 trust a faithful God ; The sure foundation of my hope Is in my Saviour's blooti. f 3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul, To thy Redeem *r's name ! In joy, or sorrow— life, or death — His love is still the Fame. 42* 498 HYMNS. 57 1 L. |f. Mendon. 97th Ps. Tune 1 PRAISE — everlasting praise be paid To him who earth's foundations laid ; Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, Who rules his people by his word; And there, as strong as his decrees, Reveals his kindest promises. 3 Whence then should doubts and fears arise ? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes ? Slowly, alas ! the mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. mf 4 Oh for a strong, a lasting faith ! To credit what th' Almighty saith ! T' embrace the message ofhis Son, And call the joys of heaven our own. f 5 Then, should the earth's foundations shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls shall fear no more Than solid rocks wheu billows roar. 0 4 Li C. M. Litchfield. Spencer. 1 DEAR Father, to thy mercy-seat My soul for shelter flies : 'Tis here I find a safe retreat When storms and tempests rise. 2 My cheerful hope cau never die, If thou, my God, art near ; Thv grace can raise my comforts high, And banish every fear. 3 Mv great Protector, and my Lord, Thy constant aid impart ; Oh ! let thy kind, thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart. 4 Oh ! never let my soul remove From this divine retreat ; Still let me trust thy power and love, And dwell beneath thy feet. L. M. Ilingham. Alfreton O 4 O Prayer for Protection and Guidance. 1 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, HYMNS. 499 Search, prove my heart — it pants for thee Oh burst these bonds, and set it free ! 2 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light — be thou my way ; No foes, nor danger will I fear, While thou, my Saviour, God, art near. 3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of wo, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, mf To raise my head — and cheer my heart. 4 Oh let thy hand support me still, And lead 'me to thy holy hill, Where toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, p Where all is calm — and all is peace. o74 C. M. Medfield. Spencer. 1 LORD, through the dubious path of life Thy feeble servant guide ! Supported by thy powerful arm, My footsteps shall not slide. 2 Let others, swelled with empty pride, Of wisdom make their boasts ; My wisdom and my strength must come From thee, the Lord of hosts. 3 To thee, O my unerring Guide ! I would myself resign ; In all my ways acknowledge thee, And form my will to thine. 4 Thus shall each blessing of thy hand Be doubly sweet to me ; In all my griefs 1 still shall have A refuge, Lord, in thee. O* 5 L. M. Old Hundred. Danvers. 1 THOU, Lord.through every changing scene, Hast to the saints a^refuge been ; Through every age, eternal God ! Their pleasing home — their safe abode. 2 In thee our fathers sought their rest, And were with thy protection blest ; Behold their sons, a feeble race ! We come to fill our fathers' place. 3 Through all the thorny paths we tread, Ere we are numbered with the dead, 500 hymns. When friends desert — and foes invade, Be thou our all-sufficient aid ! 4 And when this pilgrimage is o'er, And we must dwell on earth no more, To thee, great God ! may we ascend, And find an everlasting Friend. 5 To thee our infant race we'll leave ; Them may their fathers' God receive; That voices, yet unformed, may raise Succeeding hymns of humble praise. Oil) C. M. Litchfield. Dundee. 1 AUTHOR of good— to thee we turn: Thine ever- wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern — Thy hand alone supply. 2 Oh let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside. 3 And oh, by error's force subdued, Since olt, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill ; — 4 Not what we wish — but what we want, Let mercy still supply : The good we ask not, Father, grant — The ill we ask — deny. Oi i C. M, York. Grafton. 1 GOD of our fathers ! by whose hand Thy people still are blest, Be witli us through our pilgrimage, Conduct us to our rest. 2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 3 Oh spread thy sheltering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. 4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore; HYMNS. 501 »f And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, And portion evermore. Christmas. Judeat. O t O Scripture Characters and Examples. 1 RISE, O my soul — pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men, Who lived and walked with God. 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live : Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give. 3 'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious blood, They conquered every fbe ; To his" almighty power and grace, Their crowns of life they owe. P 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given, And ne'er forsake the blessed road, Len That led them safe to heaven. *7 C. If. Christmas. Judea 1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see The saints above — how great their joys ! How bright their glories be ! 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; Thev wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came ; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod, Efis zeal inspired their breafck;) And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven. 502 HYMNS. fJOA L. M. Duke Street Youth admonished. 1 YE sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes — indulge your tongue ; Enjoy the day of mirth — hut know There is a day of judgment too. 2 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. Aflr 3 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. *>81 CM. Litchfield. 1 YE hearts with youthful vigor warm, In smiling crowds draw near, And turn from every mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear. 2 The soul that longs to see his face Is sure his love to gain ; And those that early seek his grace Shall never seek in vain. 3 What object, Lord, my soul should move, If once compared with thee? What beauty should command my love, Like what in Christ I see ? 4 Away, ye false, delusive toys, Vain tempters of the mind ! 'Tis here I nx my lasting choice, For here true bliss I find. 582 C. M. Nottingham. Dundee. 1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God, Your early honors pay ; While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. 2 Be wise — and make his favor sure, Before the mournful day, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decay. b HYMNS. 503 3 The memory of his mighty name Demands your first regard ; Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, Till you have loved the Lord. 583 C. M. Stephens. Dundee. 1 WHILE in the tender years of youth, In nature's smiling bloom, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait Its summons to the tomb ; — 2 Remember thy Creator, God ; For him thy powers employ ; Make him thy tear, thy love, thy hope, Thy portion, and thy joy. 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore Of blest eternitv. 584 S. M. Hudson. Dover. The Young asking for divine Guidance. 1 FROM earliest dawn of life, Thy goodness we have shared ; And still we live to sing thy praise, By sovereign mercy spared. 2 To learn and do thy will, O Lord, our hearts incline ; And o'er the paths of future life Command thy light to shine. 3 While taught thy word of truth, May we that word receive ; And when we hear of Jesus' name, In that blest name believe ! 4 Oh let us never tread The broad, destructive road, But trace tho^e holy paths which lead To glory, and to God. 585 L. M. Me"d\vay. Danvers. Prayer for Youth. GREAT Saviour ! who didst condescend Young children in thine arms to take, Still prove thyself the children's friend, And save them for thy mercy's sake. 504 . HYMNS. 2 While in tho slippery paths of youth, Be thou their guardian — thou their guide ; That they, directed by thy truth, May never from thy precepts slide. 3 To read thy word their hearts incline ; To understand it, light impart : O Saviour ! let their all be thine ! Take full possession of each heart. 5oD C. M. Medfield.' Ely. 1 BESTOW, O Lord, upon our youth The gift of saving grace, And let the seed of sacred truth Fall in a fruitful place. 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, Of pure and heavenly root; But fairest in the youngest shows, And yields the sweetest fruit. 3 Ye careless ones, oh, hear betimes The voice of saving love ! Your youth is stained with numerous crimes, But mercy reigns above. 4 For you the public prayer is made ; Oh, join the public prayer ! For you the sacred tear is shed ; Oh, shed yourselves a tear ! 5 We pray that you may early prove The Saviour's quickening' grace ; Too young you cannot taste his love, Or seek his smiling face. C. M, Oakland. Eiv DO t Pleasure ofinsti'uctmg the Young. 1 BLEST work ! the youthful mind to win, And turn the rising race From dark and dangerous paths of sin, To seek redeeming grace. 2 Children our kind protection claim ; And God will well approve, When infants learn to lisp his name, And their Redeemer love. 3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way To guide untutored youth, And show the mind which went astray The way, the life, the truth! HYMNS. 505 4 Thy Spirit, Father ! on us shed, And bless this good design : The honors of thy name be spread ; Be all the glory thine. 588 C. M. Bedford. Ely. Parting icith earthly Joys. 1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight And bids the world farewell ; On things of sense why* fix mv sight ? Why on its pleasures dwell"? 2 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my soul's desire ; To boundless joy, and solid mirth, My nobler thoughts aspire. 3 No longer will I ask its love, Nor seek its friendship more ; The happiness that I approve Is not within its power. 4 Oh ! for the pinions of a dove, T' ascend the heavenly road : There shall I share mv Saviour's love ; There shall I dwell with God. SO J L# M# Danvers. Hingham 1 I SEND the joys of earth away ; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along Down to the gulf of black despair ; And while I listened to your song, Your streams had ev'n conveyed'me there. Aff 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warned me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those damrerous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. mf 4 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes ; Oh ! for the pinion's of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies ! 5 There, from the presence of my God, Oceans of endless pleasure rolf ; There would I hx my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. 43 506 HYMNS. ^ C. M. Grafton. Medfield. u\s\) Earthly Pleasures dangerous. 1 HOW vain are all things here below; How false, and yet how fair ! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And every sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Shine with deceitful light ; We should suspect some^danger nigh, Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys — our nearest friends — The partners of our blood — How they divide our wavering minds, And leave but half for God ! 4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense ! 'Tis there the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour ! let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food, And grace command my heart away From all created good. 591 L. M. Sunderland. Hebron. Vanity of the World and Happiness of Heaven. 1 HOW vain is all beneath the skies ! How transient every earthly bliss ! How slender all the tondest ties, That bind us to a world like this ! 2 The evening cloud — the morning dew — The withering grass — the fading flower, Of earthly hopes are emblems true — The glory of a passing hour ! 3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a land, whose confines lie Beyond the reach of care and pain. mf 4 Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares, and chase our fears : If God be ours, we're travelling home, > Though passing through a vale of tears. HYMNS. 507 BL M. Dartmouth. Dover 592 Religion a Support in Life. 1 WHEN gloomy thoughts and fears The trembling heart invade, And all the face of nature wears An universal shade, — 2 Religion can assuage Tile tempest of the soul ; And every fear shall lose its rage At her "divine control. 3 Through life's bewildered way, Her hand unerring leads ; And o'er the path her heavenly ray A cheering lustre sheds. 4 When reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid ; Thou, blest supporter of the mind, How powerful is thine aid! Aff 5 Oh let me feel thy power, And find thy sweet relief, mf>. To cheer my every gloomv hour, pp And calnfmy every grielf. C. If. Grafton. Medfield. 593 Human Frailty. 1 LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear ; But we'll confess, O 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 Maker, God, supports our frame ; In God alone we trust ! f Salvation to th' almighty name That reared us from the dust. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. 594 Flight of Time. 1 TIME is winging us away To our eternal home ; Life is but a winter's day — A journey to the tomb : 508 HYMNS. Youth and vigor soon will flee, Blooming beauty lose its charms ; All that's mortal soon shall be Enclosed in death's cold arms. 2 Time is winging us away To our eternal home ; Life is but a winter's day — A journey to the tomb : But the Christian shall enjoy Health and beauty, soon, above, Far beyond the world's alloy Secure in Jesus' love. 595 C. M. Grafton. Bether Time short and misspent. 1 HOW short and hasty is our life ! How vast our soul's 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 hastening to the tomb, Stoop downward 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! Aff 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. *>yb C. M. Grafton. Ely. 1 THE time is short ! — sinners, beware, Nor trifle time away ; The word of great salvation hear, While yet 'tis called to-day. 2 The time is short ! — O sinners, now, To Christ the Lord submit ; To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. HYMNS. 509 3 The time is short !— ye saints, rejoice — The Lord will quickly come : Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice, To call you to your home. 4 The time is short ! — it swiftly flies — The hour is iust at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wished-for land. 5 The time is short ! — the moment near, When we shall dwell above ; And be forever happy there, With Jesus, whom we love. C. M. Spencer. York. Ot/i Time tlie Period to prepare for Eternity. 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name ! And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we ! 2 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave ; Whate'er we do — where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. Atf 3 Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things ! Th'^ eternal state of all the dead > Upon life's feeble strings ! 4 Eternal joy — or endless wo Attends on every breath ! And yet how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death ! Aff" 5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road ; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. 598 L. M. Ralston. Middlebury. 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward ; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 2 Life is the hour that God hath ffiven T' escape from hell, and fly to neaven ; The day of grace — and mortals may Secure the tlessings of the day. 43* ° J 510 HYMNS. 3 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, 4 There are no acts of pardon passed In the cold grave to which we haste ; p But darkness, death, and long despair Lea Reign in eternal silence there. *>yi/ S. M. Bethany. Boxford 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, Lodged in thy sovereign hand ; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies, And bears our life away ; Oh make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this fleeting hour Eternity is hung, Awake, by thine almighty power, The aged and the young. 4 One thing demands our care ; Oh ! be that still pursued ! Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, > Lest life's young, golden beams should die mf In sudden, endless night. S. M. Haverhill. Aylesbury UUU Reflections on past Generations. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea ! The tide which hurries thoughtless souls To vast eternity ! 2 Our fathers ! where are they, With all they called their own ? — Their joys and griefs — and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor — gone ! 3 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, While still the remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 601 HYMNS. 511 4 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, But such a gloomy cell. 5 God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. 6 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace. Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. S. M. Dover- Pentonville. Exhortation to icork while it is Day. 1 THE swift-declinii]g day, How fast its moments fly ! While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains on the western sky. 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, And use the hours of light ; For know, its Maker can command > An instant, endless night. — 3 Give glory to the Lord, Who rules the rolling sphere ; Submissive, at his footstool bow, And seek salvation there. 4 Then shall new lustre break Through all the horrid gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, In your celestial home. Ol)2 L. M. Dan vers. St. Paul's. 1 AWAKE — awake ! each sluggish soul, Awake — and view the setting sun ! See how the shades of death advance, Ere half the task of life is done ! mp 2 Soon will he close our drowsy eyes, Nor shall we hear these warnings more : Soon will the mighty Judge approach ; Ev'n now he stands before the door ! mf 3 To-day, attend his gracious voice ! And hear the summons which he sends— "Awake ! for on this passing hour, Thy long eternity depends !" 512 HYMNS. ^ 40 Saviour ! let these awful scenes Be ever present to our view : Teach us to gird our loins about, And trim our dying lamps anew. 5 Then, when the king of terror comes, < Our souls shall hail the happy day : mf Haste, tli en, O Saviour, from above, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ! CM. York. Cheltenham. UUO Trust in God in Old Age. 1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind, On thee my hopes remain ; And when the day of trouble comes, I shall not trust in vain. 2 In early years thou wast my guide, And of my youth the friend ; And as my days began with thee, With thee my days shall end. 3 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age And evil days descend ; Thou wilt not' leave me in despair, To mourn my latter end. 4 Therefore in life I'll trust to thee. In death I will ador? ; And after death will sing thy praise, When time shall be no more. C. M. Wachusett. Grafton. O 0 4 Meditation on Death . 1 STOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise, Converse awhile with death ; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 But oh, the soul ! — that never dies! At once it leaves the clay ! — Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies — And track its wondrous way. 3 And must my body faint and die ? And must my soul remove ? Oh ! for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above ! 4 Jesus, to thine almighty hand My naked soul I trust ; HYMNS. 513 And waits my flesh for thy command, > To drop into the dust. CM. Grafton. Cheltenham. Ul/O Death and Judgment appointed to all. 1 HEAVEN has confirmed the dread decree, That Adam's race must die : One general ruin sweeps them down, And low in dust they he. 2 Ye living men, the tomh survey, Where you must shortly dwell ; Hark ! how the awful summons sounds, In every funeral knell ! 3 Once you must die — and once for all — The solemn purport weigh : For know, that heaven or hell is hung On that important day ! 4 Those eyes, so lomr in darkness vailed, 31 u?t wake, the Judge to see ; And every word— and every thought — Must pass his scrutiny. 5 Oh may I in the Judge behold My Saviour and my Friend : And, far beyond the reach of death With all his saints asceud. 606 C If. Barby. Eastport Admonition to prepare for Death. 1 LIFE is a span — a fleeting hour — How soon the vapor flies ! Man is a tender, transient flower, That ev'n in blooming— dies. 2 The once loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs ; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore mf Shall rise in full, immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 4 Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears— Thy Saviour dwells on high ; There everlasting spring appears — - There joys shall never die. 514 HYMNS. 60 / C. M. Grafton. St. Austin*. 1 WHEN you tli and age are snatched away By death's resistle Oi.. mournful tribute pay, bow at God's command. 2 While love still prompts the rising sigh, With awful power impre- Let this dread truth, u I too must di •p in every bre; 3 Mat this vain world o'ercome no more ! iold the opening tomb ! It bids us use the present hour; To-morrow death may come. 4 The voice of this instructive scene . heart o; :iful warning vain Which calls to watch and pray. 5 Lord ! let us to our rei ne arm alone can save : < Give us, through Christ, the victory, ■ -•" To triumph o'er th C. M. Grafton. Eastport t) U O -for Support in I' 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, shall star. :. L wait to il flood, at God, at thy command : — 2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save, 1 the darkness that surrounds entrance to the grave ! 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand id, Jet a beam of lite divine .:ne my dying bed. Grafton. Ely CO J Dtatiu 1 IF I must die, oh ! let me die With hope in Jesus' blood — The blood that saves from sin and guilt, I reconciles to God. 515 2 If I must die, oh ! let me die In peace with all mankind, And change these fleeting jovs below ed. 3 If I must die — and die I mi>- Let some kind seraph come, And bear me on his friendly wing my celestial home. 4 O i C an a a : ' s land, from Pisgah's top, May I but have a view ; Though Jordan should overflow its bai ■* Fll ooldly venture through. ( C. :•:. E:::.::. S-. A ir.lr.'s, OlU H.-z-. :i C . -':: ..: ■>"..; r:r; : : Dn:'.. 1 WHEN Death appears before my sight In all bis dire a lal to the dreadful fight, ourage faints av 2 How shall I meet this potent foe, Whose frown my soul alarms ? Dark horror sits upon his brow, And victory waits his arms. 3 Oh, for the eye of faith divine, To pierce beyond the grave ! To see that Friend, and call him mine, jse arm alone can save. Oil L. M. IZir.-:.- — . =1:-:. 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die? — What timorous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless jov, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching soak Still shrink we back again to life, Fond of our prison, and our clay. 3 Oh ! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her win _ ■I Fiv tearless through death's iron c Nor feel the terrors as slie passed. — 4 make a dying bed 1 While on his breast 1 lean my head, > And breathe my life out ore. 51G HYMNS. C. M. Marlow. Medford. 1) 1 — Faith giving Victory over Death. ' ' 1 OH for an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours ! To triumph o'er the monster, Death, And all his frightful powers ! 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, My quivering lips should sing, 1 Where is thy boasted victory, grave ? And where the monster's sting ?' f 3 Now to the God of victory- Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, Through Christ, our living Head. folO C. M. Mear. Colchester 1 HOW glorious is the gift of faith, That cheers the darksome tomb, And through the damp and gloomy grave Can shed a rich perfume ! 2 Triumphant faith ! — it lifts the soul Above desponding fear ; Exults in hope of heaven, her home, And longs to enter there ! CM. Barby. York. UItc Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection. mp 1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay ; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. f 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs ; My great Redeemer ever lives, My God, my Saviour, comes. 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, High on a royal scat ; And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquished at his feet. 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong, immortal eyes, And feast upon thine unknown grace, With pleasure and surprise. 615 HYMNS. 517 L. M. Hebron. Ward. The peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 SWEET is the scene wJien Christians die, When holy souls retire to rest: How mildly beams the closing eye ! How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So rnks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. mf 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, > Fanned by some guardian angel's wing : f I * O grave ! where is thy victory now, And where, O death, where is thy sting! vlD S. M. Mornington. Bethany 1 OH for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! Oh be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward. 2 Their bodies, in the ground, In silent hope may lie, << Till the last trumpet's joyful sound mf Shall call them to the sky. 3 Their ransomed spirits soar On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above. 4 With us their names shall live Through long succeeding years, n»P Embalmed with all our hearts can give, — Our praises and cur tears. Aff 5 Oh for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord ! Oh be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward. Oil The dying Christian tc his Soul. 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame . Quit, oh ! quit this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying — Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature — cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 44 518 HYMNS. 2 Hark! — they whisper — angels say, " Sister spirit, come away":" What is this absorbs me quite ? — Steals my senses — shuts my sight — Drowns my spirits — draws my breath ?— Tell me, my soul — can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears — Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! — Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! " O grave ! where is'thy victory ! O death ! where is thy sting ?.;' 618 C. M. York. Medfield Siw?nission under the Loss of Friends. 1 PEACE! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand That blasts our joys in death ; That mars that form to us so dear, And gathers back the breath. 2 'Tis he — the King and Lord supreme Of all the worlds above, Whose steady counsels wisely rule, Nor from their purpose move. 3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand Our souls a sacrifice ; Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, A thousand rich supplies. 4 Silent we own Jehovah's name ; We kiss the scourging hand ; And yield our comforts, and our life, To his supreme coAimand. 619 S. M. Bethany. St. Thomas. Hope of the Resurrection. 1 AND must this body die ? This mortal frame decay ? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay ? «nf 2 God, my Redeemer, lives, And frequent from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 3 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, HYMNS. 519 And even* shape, and every face Look heavenly and divine. 4 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus'* dying love — We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above, mp 5 Accept, O Lord, the praise Of these our humble songs, f Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. S. Iff. Bethany. Little Marlboro* Dj^U Resurrection and Judgment. 1 AND am I born to die ? To lay this body down ? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown ? 2 Waked by the trumpet's sound, I from the grave must rise, And see the Judge, with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies. 3 How shall I leave my tomb ?— With triumph or regret ? — A fearful or a joyful doom — A curse, or blessing meet ? 4 I must from God be driven — Or with my Saviour dwell ^ Must come at his command to heaven — > Or else depart — to hell. A^* 5 O thou, that wouldst not have One wretched sinner die, Who diedst thyself, my soul to save From endless misery : — 6 Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe ; That, when tliou comest on thy throne, I may with joy appear. S. ML Pentonville. Dover. v)^JL Christ's Second Coming. 1 IN expectation sweet, We'll wait, and sing, and pray, Till Christ's triumphal car we meet, And see an endless day. 520 HYMNS. 2 He comes ! — the Conqueror comes ! Death falls beneath his sword ; The joyful prisoners burst their tombs,. And rise to meet their Lord. 3 The trumpet sounds — " Awake ! — Ye dead, to judgment come !" — The pillars of creation shake, ;> While hell receives her doom. — 4 Thrice happy morn for those Who love the ways of peace ! No night of sorrow e'er shall close, Or shade their perfect bliss. \fJdJd 8s, 7s & 4. Greece 1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain ! Thousand, thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train : Hallelujah! Jesus comes — and comes to reign. 2 Every eve shall now behold him, Robecf in dreadful majesty ! Those who set at nought and sold him, P Pierced, and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, — Shall the true Messiah see ! 3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heaven and earth shall flee away ; All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day — p " Come to judgment ! — Come to judgment ! — come away." f 4 Yea, amen ! — let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne ! Saviour, take the power and glory; Make thy righteous sentence known ! Aff Oh come quickly — f Claim the kingdom for thine own ! OJid P. If. Luther's Hymn. Monmouth. GREAT God ! what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! Behold the Judge of man appear, On clouds of glory seated ! HYMNS. 521 The trumpet sounds ! — the graves restore The dead Which they contained before ! Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 0^4 C. M. Stephen's. Stamford. 1 SEE ! where the great incarnate God Fills his majestic throne, While from the skies his awful voice Bears the last judgment down. 2 Oh may I stand before the Lamb, When earth and seas are fled, And hear the Judge pronounce my name With blessings on my head ! 0 — O Lincoln. Adullum. 1 f 1 HARK ! — that shout of rapturous joy, Bursting forth from yonder cloud! Jesus comes ! — and through the sky, Angels tell their joy alou 2 Hark! — the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad, through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice ! Their redemption is at hand. 3 See ! the Lord appears in view ; Heaven and earth before him fly ! Rise, ye saints, he comes for you— Rise fo meet him in the sky. 4 Go, and dwell with him above, Where no foe can e?er molest ; Happy in the Saviour's love ! Ever blessing, ever I t>£U S?j 7s & 4. Benson. Messina. 1 DAY of judgment — day of wonJers ! Hark !— the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round ! How the summons Will the sinner's heart confound! 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine ! You, who lonu for his appearing, Then shall say, "This God is mine !" Aff Gracious Saviour, Own me in that day for thine ! 44* 522 . HYMNS. »f 3 At his call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea ; All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee : Aff Careless sinner, What will then become of thee ; mf 4 But to those who have confessed, Loved and served the Lord below ! He will say, " Come near, ye blessed, See the kingdom I bestow : You forever Shall my love and glory know." 627 C. M. Dundee. Spencer. Tlie Judgment anticipated. 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face — Oh, how shall I appear ! 2 If now, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought ; — 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh, how shall I appear ! 4 Then see my sorrows, gracious Lord ; Let mercy set me free ; While in the confidence of prayer My heart takes hold of thee. mf 5 For never shall my soul despair Thy mercy to procure ; Since thy beloved Son has died To make that mercy sure ! 628 C. P. M. Aithlone. 1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To fetch thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand ? HYMNS. 523 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But — can I bear the piercing thought ? — What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call ? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace- Be thou my only hiding-place, In this tlV accepted day ; Thy pardoning voice, oh let me hear, To "still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face ; f Then loudest of the^crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. 629 L. M. Middlebury. Sparta. 1 THAT day of wrath ! that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away ! What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day, — 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; And louder yet — and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ? Air 3 Oh ! on that day— that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from cla}', Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, Len Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 630 S. M. Mornington. Dartmouth. 1 AND will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise ? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes ? 2 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven before his face, Astonished, shrink away? 3 But ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead; 524 HYMNS. ' ' < Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound What joyful tidings spread ! Aff 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot hear; Flee to the shelter of his cross, A'ld find salvation there. 631 88, 7s & 4. Tamworth. Suffolk. Hie Judgment welcomed by the Righteous. 1 LO ! he cometh — countless trumpets Wake to life the slumbering dead; ^ 'Midst ten thousand saints and angels See their great, exalted Head: Hallelujah! Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 2 Full of joyful expectation, Saints behold the Judge appear! Truth and Justice go before him — Now the joyful sentence hear: Hallelujah! Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 3 "Come, ye blessed of my Father, Enter into life and joy ; Banish all your fears and sorrows ; Endless praise be vour employ." Hallelujah! Welcome, welcome to the skies ! C. M. St. Austin's. Wachusetl Banishment from God intolerable. Aff 1 THAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When 1 must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys — Thou Sovereign of my heart — How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the word — " Depart." 3 Oh! wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his love. 4 Oh ! tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands ; HYMNS. EM Show me some promise in thy book, W here my b n iti Bethany. Pentonville. O'J'J Reward and Punishment. 1 OH where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul ? • ere vain the ocean's depths to sound — Or pierce to either | 2 The world can never give TRe not the whole of lift N r all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale oft There is a life abc Unmeasured by ars? And all that life is I 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : Oh what eterns Around • the second dea:L 5 Thou God of truth and grace ! Teach us that death to shun : Lest we be banished from thy Forevermore undone. L. M. Medway. Middlebury 0'j4 Ei rnitu anticipated. 1 ETERNITY is just at hand, And shall I waste my ebbing sand ? I careless view departing And throw my inch of time av 2 Eternity! — trem und ! — g :.ilty souls a dreadful wound ! But oh! if Christ and heaven be mine. How sweet the accents ! — how divine ! 3 Be this my chief, my only care — My hi^h pursuit — my ardent prayer — An interest in the Saviour's bloo'd, My pardon sealed, and peace with God. 4 But should my bri^li* ~ sbe vain : The rising doubts how sharp their pain ' us God, remove, Coniirm my title to thy love. 526 HYMNS. 5 Search, Lord — oh search my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart ; From guilt and error set me free, And guide me safe to heaven and thee. 635 C. M. Patmos. Judea. Holiness of Heaven. 1 NOR eye hath seen-— nor ear hath heard, Nor sense, nor reason known What joys the Father has prepared For those that love his Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come ; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home, p 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace ; — — No wanton lips, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates forever bar Pollution, sin, and shame ; None shall obtain admittance there, But followers of the Lamb. C. M. Jordan. Arundel. V)i5u Treasure in Heaven. 1 YES, there are joys that cannot die, With God laid up in store ! Treasures, beyond the changing sky, More bright than golden ore. 2 To that bright world my soul aspires. With rapturous delight : Oh for the Spirit's quickening powers, To speed me in my flight. C. M. Walney. Spencer DO/ Glomes of Heaven. 1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise, And realms of joy and pure delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 Fair distant land ! — could mortal eyes But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more ! HYMNS. 527 3 No cloud those blissful regions know — Realms ever bright and fair ! For sin, the source of mortal wo, Can never enter there. 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love ! Till wings of faith, and strong desire, Bear every thought above. 5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high ; Then bid our spirits rise, and join The chorus of the sky. C. M. Spencer. Earby. 638 The Heavenly Rest. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known ; A rest, where pure enjoyment reigns, Where thou art loved alone. 2 Eternal Spirit, make me know That I shall enter in ; Blest Saviour, now thy power bestow, And wash me from my sin. 3 Oh take this hardness from my heart, This unbelief remove ; To me the rest of faith impart, The Sabbath of thy love. 4 Come, my Redeemer, come away, Into my soul descend ; No longer from thy creature stay, My Author and my end. Oo*J 8s &c Cs. Lanesboro'. Conway. > 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, — To mourning wanderers given : > There is a tear for souls distressed, p A balm for every wounded breast— -o> 'Tis found alone — in heaven. > 2 There is a home for weary souls, — By sins and sorrows driven ; > When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, mf Where storms arise — and ocean rolls, p And all is drear — but heaven. mft ?3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, — The heart with anguish riven ; 528 HYMNS. It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly, > And all serene — in heaven. =af 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; P Beyond the dark and narrow tomb 4o C. M. Walney. Spencer 1 HOW far beyond our mortal sight The Lord of glory dwells ! A vail of interposing night His radiant face conceals. 2 Oh could my longing spirit rise On strong, immortal wing, And reach thy palace in the skies, My Saviour and my King ! — 3 There thousands worship et thy feet, And there — divine employ ! — Thy love triumphant they repeat In songs of endless joy. 4 Thy presence beams eternal day, O'er all the blissful place 45 530 HYMNS. Who would not drop this load of clay, And die to see thy face ? . C. M. Judea. Litchfield. Otct: Martyrs glorified* 1 " THESE glorious minds ! — how bright they shine ! Whence all their white array? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day?" 2 From torturing pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely washed their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood. 3 Now they approach th' eternal God, And bow before his throne ; Their warbling harps, and sacred songs Adore the Holy One. 4 The unvailed glories of his face Among his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace Sees ail their wants supplied". 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast : The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock # Where living fountains rise ; And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes. VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 645 8s & 7s. Jerauld. Benson. Pardon implored for National Sins. 1 DREAD Jehovah ! God of nations! From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications, Now for their deliverance rise : 2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. HYMNS. 531 3 Let that love vail our transgression ; Let that blood our guilt etface : Save thy people from oppression, Save from spoil thy holy place. 4 Lo ! with deep contrition turning, Humbly at thy feet we bend ; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, Hear us, spare us,' and defend. 646 C. M. Spencer. Burford Judgments for National Sins deprecated. 1 ALMIGHTY Lord ! before thv throne Thy mourning people bend I 'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone Our dying hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful power display ; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, And still we live to pray. 3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine, For error, guilt, and shame ! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name ! 4 Oh turn us — turn us, mighty Lord, Convert us by thy grace ; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, And see again thy face. 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, We will not sink in fear ; »tf Secure of all-sufficient aid, When thou, O God, art near. L. M. Hingham. Waterville. 04 # Providential Goodness of God. 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy presence we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole : The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness when to vail the skies. 3 Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise; 532 HYMNS. Still be the grateful homage paid With morning light, and evening shade. 4 Lord, in thy house let incense rise, And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more. 648 C. M. Litchfield. Patmos. 1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are ! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care. 2 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine ; The plants in beauty grew ; Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, The mild, refreshing dew. 3 These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain ; A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 4 We own and bless thy gracious sway ; Thy hand all nature hails ; Seed time nor harvest — night nor day, Summer nor winter fails. 649 L. M. Brewer. Waterville 1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord, All nature rests upon his word : Mercy and truth his courts maintain, And own his universal reign. 2 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east — and leads the day ; He guides the sun's declining wheels Beneath the verge of western hills. 3 Seasons and times obey his voice ; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine ; In all the earth thy glories shine ; Through every month thy gifts appear ; Great God ! thy goodness crowns the year HYMNS. 533 650 L. M. Brewer. Waterville. 1 GREAT God ! let all my tuneful powers Awake, and sing thy mighty name : Thy hand revolves my circling hours — Thy hand, from whence my being came. 2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; And years, with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise. 3 My life, my health, my friends, I owe, All to thy vast, unbounded love ; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above. 4 Thus will I sing till nature cease, Till sense and language are no more ; And after death thy boundless grace, Through everlasting years adore. OOl L. Iff. Brewer. AlfretoD 1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess The various riches of thy grace ; Crowned with thy mercies^ we rejoice, And in thy praise exalt our voice. p 2 Thy tender hand restores our breath, When trembling on the verge of death ; It gently wipes away our tears, And lengthens life to future years. * — 3 These lives are sacred to the Lord, By thee upheld — by thee restored; And while our hours renew their race We still would walk before thy face. 4 So, when our souls by thee are led Through unknown regions of the dead, f With joy triumphant they shall move To seats of nobler life above. 652 C. Iff. Litchfield. Warwick. Blessings of Providence and Grace. 1 ALMIGHTY Father ! gracious Lord ! 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, 45* 534 HYMN& Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the youthful prayer. 3 Each rolling year new favors brought From thine* exhaustless store : But oh ! in vain my laboring thought Would count thy merciesVer. 4 While sweet reflection through my days Thy bounteous hand would" trace. Still dearer blessings claim my praise — The blessings of thy grace. * 5 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord ! For favors more clivine — That I have known thy sacred word, Where all thy glories shine. 6 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And every weakness dies, Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies." 653 L. M. Old Hundred. God acknowledged in Xational Bles 1 GREAT God of nations, now to thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise — With humble heart, and bending knee, We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thv name we bless, Almighty God, For all the kindness thou hast shown To this fair land the pilgrims trod, This land we fondly call our own. 3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray, — Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide In safety through their aaugerous way. 4 We praise thee, that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds ; Dispels the shades of error's night, Ajid heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God ! preserve us in thy fear; In dangers still our guardian be ; Oh spread thy truth's bright precepts here, Let all the people worship thee. HYMNS. 535 t>o4 L. M. Old Hundred. All Saints. 1 GREAT God ! beneath whose piercing eye The earth's extended kingdoms lie ; Whose favoring smile upholds them all, Whose anger smites them, and they fall; — P 2 We bow before thy heavenly throne ; — Thy power we see — thy greatness own ; > Yet, cherished by thy milder voice, — Our bosoms tremble and rejoice. 3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown Their children's children long shall own ; To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise The tribute of exulting praise. 4 Led on by thine unerring aid, Secure the paths of life we tread; And. freely as the vital air, Thy tirst and noblest bounties share. 5 Great God, our guardian, guide, and friend ! Oh still thy sheltering arm extend; Preserved "by thee forages past, For ages let thv kindness last ! L. P. M. St. Helen's. OOt) %al Praise and Prayer. 1 WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united scngs ; His power and mercy we proclaim : Through every age, oh* may we own Jehovah here has fixed his'throne, And triumph in his mighty name. 2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, Lord, in our land support thy reign! Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain. 656 L. M. Old Hundred Prayer for Xationul Gratitude and Holiness. 1 LORD ! let thy goodness lead our land, Still saved by thine almighty hand, The tribute of its love tobring To thee, our Saviour, and our King. 536 HYMNS. 2 Let every public temple raise Triumphant songs of holy praise ; Let every peaceful private home A temple, Lord, to thee become. 3 Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy glorious sight ; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's last hour, to persevere. 657 L. M. Danvers. All Saints Praise for sparing Mercy. 1 GOD of my life, to thee belong The grateful heart, the joyful song ; Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord. 2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath, And chased the gloomy shades of death ; The venomed arrows vainly fly, While God, our great deliverer's nigh, mp 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? Why does thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which so little fruit is found ? 4 Still let the barren fig-tree stand, Upheld and fostered by thy hand: < And let its fruit and verdure be mf A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee. 5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Through life — and in the arms of death, f My soul, the pleasant theme prolong; Then rise to aid th' angelic song. 658 C. M. Stamford. Vork In Behalf of charitable Objects generally. 1 HIGH on a throne of light, O Lord! Dost thou exalted shine ! What can our poverty bestow, Since all the world is thine ? 2 But thou hast brethren here below, The children of thy grace, Whose humble names thou wilt confess Before thy Father's face. 3 In them mayest thou be clothed, and fed, And visited, and cheered ; HYMNS. 537 And, in their accents of distress — Our Saviour's voice be heard. 4 Whate'er our willing hands can give, Lord, at thy feet we lay ; Grace will the humble gift receive, And grace at length repay. 659 S. If. St. Thoma3. Hudson. 1 THY bounties, gracious Lord, With gratitude we own ; We praise thy providential care, That showers its blessings down. 2 With joy thy people bring Their offerings round thy throne; With thankful souls, bebofd, we pay A tribute of thine own. 3 Oh may this sacrifice To thee, the Lord, ascend, An odor of a sweet perfume, Presented by his hand. 4 Well pleased our God shall view The products of his grace ; With endless life shall he fulfil His kindest promises. C. II. Litchfield. St. Martin's. 660 In Behalf of the Poor. 1 BRIGHT Source of everlasting love, To thee our souls we raise ; And to thy sovereign bounty rear A monument of praise. 2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life With every cheering ray, And still restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away. P 3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached The borders of despair, — Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed A tree salvation near. 4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord! For all the grace we see ? _ mp Alas ! the goodness we can yield > Extendeth not to thee. 538 HYMNS P 5 To tents of wo — to beds of pain, mf We cheerfully repair ; And, with the gift thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourners' care. f 6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy, The orphan shall be glad ; The hungering soul with joy we'll point To Christ, the living bread. OOl C. M. Litchfield. Eastport. 1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All-powerful, from above, To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love. 2 Oh ! may our sympathizing breasts That generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, > And weep for others' wo. 3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feela mf And swift our hands to aid. — 4 So Jesus looked on dying man, When throned above the skies, And in the Father's bosom blest, He felt compassion rise. 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raise us from the ground, For us he shed his precious blood, A balm for every wound. v)0 JL C. M. Spencer. Corinth. 1 BLEST is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Is never raised in vain ; — 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A brother's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind, supporting anns To every child of grief: His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 663 664 HYMNS. 539 4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow: He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. 5 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found, Free mercy from above ; That mercy moves him to fulfil The perfect law of love. H. M. Acton. For Sabbath Schools. 1 COME, let our voices join In joyful songs of praise ; To God, the God of love, Our thankful hearts we'll raise. To God alone all praise belongs— Our earliest and our latest songs. 2 Now we are taught to read The book of life divine, Where our Redeemer's love And brightest glories shine : To God alone all praise is due, Who sends his word to us and you. 3 Within these hallowed walls Our wandering feet are brought, Where prayer and praise ascend, And heavenly truths are taught : To God alone your offerings bring ; Let young and old his praises sing. 4 Lord, let this work of love Be crowned with full success ! Let thousands, yet unborn, Thy sacred name here bless ! To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee We'll raise throughout eternity. C. P. M. Columbia. 1 GREAT God ! our voice to thee we raise ; Tune thou our lips and hearts with praise, Thy goodness to adore : Our life, our health, and every friend, From thee arise — on thee depend, Kind Father of the poor! 2 Stretch o'er our heads thy guardian wings, Secure the weak, O King of kings ! Our shield and refuse be : 540 HYMNS. Thy Spirit, Lord, conduct our youth, Through Christ, the life, the way, the truth, That we may come to thee f 3 While friends their generous aid afford, Accept the kind intention, Lord, And crown it with thy love ; f Then joy shall tune our humble songs, Till we shall join immortal tongues In nobler praise above. 665 L. M. Denton. Dresden. In Behalf of Widows and Orphans. 1 THOU God of hope ! to thee we bow ; Thou art our refuge in distress ; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless ! 2 The poor are thy peculiar care, To them thy promises are sure : Thy gifts the poor in spirit share ; Oh may we always thus be poor! 3 May we thy law of love fulfil, To bear each other's burdens here ; Suffer and do thy righteous will, And walk in all thy faith and fear. 4 Thou God of hope ! to thee we bow, Thou art our refuge in distress ; The husband of the "widow thou, The father of the fatherless! vUO C. M. St. Austin'3. Dundee. 1 OH gracious Lord, whose mercies rise Above our utmost need ! Incline thine ear unto our cry, And hear the orphan plead. 2 Bereft of all a mother's love, And all a father's care, Lord, whither shall we flee for help? To whom direct our prayer ? — 3 To thee we flee — to thee we pray — Thou shalt our Father be : More than the fondest parent's care We find, O Lord, in thee ! 4 Already thou hast heard our cry, And wiped away our tears : HYMNS. 541 Thv mercy lias a refuge found guard our helpless years. 0 Oh let thy love descend on those Who pity to us show j Nor let their children ever taste The orphan's cup of wo. ^ L. M. Old Hundred, 00 / On Openuig a Place ofWi 1 HERE, in thy name, eternal G We build this earthly house for thee ; Oh choose it for thy fixed ab And guard it long from error free. 9 Here, when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live. Hear, thou. In heaven, thy dwelling-place, And when thou nearest, Lord, forgive. 3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blessed gospel of thy Son. Still by the power of his great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 When children's voices raise the song, Hosanua ! to their heavenly King, Let heaven with earth the strain prolong, f Hosanua! let the angels sing. — 5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest ? Dens will our great Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest r 6 Thy glory never hence depart ! Vet choose not, Lord, this house alone \ Thy kingdom come to every heart, In every bosom fix thy throne. 66S 7s. Pleyel'3 Hymn. Rotterdam. 1 LORD of Hosts, to thee we raise Here a house of prayer and praise ; Thou thy people's hearts prepare Here to meet for praise and prayer. '2 Let the living here be fed With thy word, the heavenly bread ; Here, in "hope of glory bh H ■ : lead be laid to r 542 HYMNS. 3 Here to thee a temple stand, While the sea shall gird the land ; Here reveal thy mercy sure, While the sun and moon endure. 4 Hallelujah ! — earth and sky, To the joyful sound reply ; Hallelujah! — hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end. Ot>9 L. Iff. Old Hundred. 1 AND will the great eternal God On earth establish his abode ? And Avill he, from his heavenly throne, Avow our temples for his own ? 2 We bring the tribute of our praise, And sing that condescending grace, Which to our notes will lend an ear, And call us, sinful mortals, near. 3 These walls we to thy honor raise; Long may they echo with thy praise ; And thou, descending, fill the place With choicest tokens of thy grace. 4 Here let the great Redeemer reign, With all the graces of his train ; While power divine his word attends, To conquer foes and cheer his friends. 5 And in the great decisive day, When God the nations shall survey, May it before the world appear, That crowds were born to glory here. O / 0 H. M. Betheada. St. Philip's. 1 GREAT King of glory, come, And with thy favor crown This temple as thy home, This people as thine own : Beneath this roof, oh ! deign to show How God can dwell with men below. 2 Here may thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend, Like incense, to the skies : Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. HYMNS. 543 3 Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise, And shine like polished stones, Through long succeeding days : Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples staud, and men adore. 4 Here may the listening throng Imbibe thy truth and love ; Here Christians join the song Of seraphim above : Till all who humbly seek thy face, Rejoice in thy abounding grace. b7 1 H. M. Bethesda. St. Philip's. 1 GREAT Father of mankind, We bless that wondrous grace, Which could for gentiles find Within thy courts a place. How kind the care For us to raise Our God displays, A house of prayer ! 2 Though once estranged afar, We now approach the throne ; For Jesus brings us near, And makes our cause his own: Strangers no more, And find our home, To thee we come, And rest secure. 3 May all the nations throng To worship in thy house ; And thou attend their song, - And smile upon their vows ; Indulgent still, To join the choir Till earth conspire On Zion's hill. t)7J CM. Stamford. St. Martin's. 1 GREAT Sovereign of the earth and sky, And Lord of alT below ; Before thy glorious Majesty, Ten thousand seraphs bow. 2 Yet thou art not confined above ; Thy presence knows no bound ; Where'er thy praying people meet, There thou art always found. 3 Behold, a temple raised for thee; Oh meet thy people here ; Here, O thou King of saints, reside, And in thy church appear. 544 HYMNS. 4 Within these walls, let holy peace, And love and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 5 Here may salvation be proclaimed, By thy most precious blood ; Let sinners know the joyful sound, And own their Saviour, God. 6 Here may a numerous crowd arise, To bow before thy throne ; Here may their songs salute the skies, To ages yet unborn. C. M. Eastport. Spencer. O/o IViose. blessed who die in the Lord. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead ! Sweet is the savor of their names, p And soft their sleeping bed. — 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest ; How kind their slumbers are ! From suffering and from sin released, mf They're freed from every snare. — 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord ; The labors of their mortal life mf End in a large reward. C. M. Eastport. Spencer O / tc Death and Burial of Christians. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms ? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too, To heaven's desired abode ? — Why should wre wish the hours more slow, Which keep us from our God ? 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? 'Twas there the Saviour's body lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed : HYMNS. 545 Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head ? o Thence he arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way : Up to the Lord his saints shall fly At the great rising day. mf M q Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise ; Awake, ye nations under ground! Ye saints ! ascend the skies. 675 L. M. Medway. Munich 1 UXVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room, To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Xor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds — no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept — God's dying Son Passed thro' the grave, and blest the bed. Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ; Restore thy trust — a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 676 Ss & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love ; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, Enter not the world above. 2 While our silent steps are stray in it, Lonely, through night's deepening shade, Glory's brightest beams are playing Round th' immortal spirit's head. 3 Lisrht and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most high, In his glorious presence living, They shall never — never die ! 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, Sickness there no more can come ; 46* 546 HYMNS. There, no fear of wo intruding, Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the graves of those ye love ; Far removed from pain and anguish, They are chanting hymns ahove. C. M Dundee. Collingham O / / Death of a Minister. 1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive, And all our tears be dry ; Why should those eyes be drowned in grief, That view a Saviour nigh ? 2 What though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade ? What though the prophet and the priest Are numbered with the dead ? 3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust — The aged and the young — The watchful eye in darkness closed, And mute th' instructive tongue ; — 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, New comfort to impart ; His eye still guides us — and his voice Still animates our heart. 5 " Lo ! I am with you," saith the Lord, " Your safeguard, and your guide ; Your Saviour still — and happy they Who in ray love confide !" '5 Through every scene of life and death, This promise is our trust; And this shall be our children's song, Len When we are cold in dust. C. M. Eastpoit. Burford. ' ) I O Meditation on the Tomb, 1 HARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound ; My ears, attend the cry — " Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers ; The tall, the wise, the reverend head, Must lie as low as ours !" HYMNS. 547 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure ? Still walking downwards to the tomb, And yet prepare no more ! 4 Grant us the power of quickening grace, To fit our souls to fly ; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky.' 679 C. M. St. Austin's. Bangoi A Warning from the Grave. 1 BENEATH onr feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given: Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven ! 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, And lurks in every flower"; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour. 3 Turn, mortal, turn ! — thy danger know : Where'er thy foot can tread The earth rings hollow from below, > And warns {hee of her dead ! — 4 Turn, Christian, turn! — thy soul apply To truths which hourly tell, That they who underneath thee lie Shall live for heaven — or hell ! 680 C. M. Spencer. St. Austin's, Tlie House appointed for all Living. p 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave, Where, life's vain tumults past, Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree, Receives us all at last ! 2 The wicked there from troubling cease — Their passions rage no more; And there the weary pilgrim rests From all the toils "he bore. 3 AM, levelled by the hand of death, Lie sleeping in the tomb, < Till God in judgment call them forth, > To meet their final doom. 548 HYMNS. S. M. Bethany. O 0 1 Rapid Flight of Time. 1 MY few revolving years, How swift they glide away ! How short the term of life appears, When past — 'tis but a day ! — 2 A dark and cloudy day, Made up of grief and sin ; A host of dangerous foes without, And guilt and fear within. 3 Lord, through another year, If thou permit my stay, With watchful care may I pursue The true and living way ! OO Z C. M. St. Mary's. Spencer. 1 BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound That marks the passing year ! How swift the weeks complete their round! How short the months appear \ 2 So fast eternity comes on, And that important clay, When all that mortal life has done, God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale we pass The swiftly gliding year, And study artful ways t' increase The speed of its career. Aff 4 Awake, O God ! each trifling heart Its great concern to see, That all may act the Christian part, And give the year to thee. 5 So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise ; Or this shall bear the willing soul To joy which never dies. 683 C. M. Stamford. York Praise for Providential Goodness. 1 GOD of our lives, thy various praise Our voices shall resound: Thy hand directs our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round. HYMNS. 549 2 To thee shall grateful songs arise, Our Father and our Friend ; Whose constant mercies from the skies, In genial streams descend. 3 In every scene of life, thy care, In even" age, we see : " And, constant as thv favors are, So let our praises he. 4 Still may thy love, in every scene, To every age, appear ; And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year. 5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring Our wandering souls to God : In our affliction we shall sing, If thou wilt bless the rod. 684 L. M. Hague. Hebron. 1 GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand ; By that supported still we stand : The opening year thy mercy shows ; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night — at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God ; By his incessant bounty fed — By his unerring counsels led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; The future — all to us unknown — We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, Be thou our joy — and thou our rest : Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall close our earthly songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our helper, God, in whom we trust, In brighter worlds our souls shall boast. OOO L. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundred. 1 ETERNAL God ! I bless thy name, The same thy power — thy grace the same ; The tokens of thy friendly r'are Begin, and close, and crown the year. 550 HYMNS. 2 Supported by thy guardian hand, Amid ten thousand deaths I stand, And see, when I survey thy ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thine arm has led me on — Thus far I make thy mercy known ; And, while 1 tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. *af 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore, Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; Then bear, in thy bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love. CM. Barby. St. ^istin's. Ool) Reflections at the End of the Year. 1 AND now, my soul, another year Of thy short life is past; I cannotiong continue here, And this may be my last. 2 Much of my dubious life is gone, Nor will return again ; And swift my passing moments run, The few that yet remain. 3 Awake, my soul — with utmost care Thy true condition lecrn : What are thy hopes ? — how sure ? how fair? What is thy great concern? 4 Behold, another year begins! Set out afresh for heaven ; Seek pardon for thy former sins, In Christ so freely given. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on his grace depend ; With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end. 7s. Benevento. Pleyel's Hymn. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait ; But how little — none can know. 687 HYMNS. 551 2 Spared to see another year, Let thy blessing meet us here ; Come, thy dying work revive, Bid thy drooping garden thrive ; Sun of righteousness, arise ! Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes : Let our prayer thy pity move ; Make this year a time of love. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew ; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view; Bless thy word to old and young, Fill us with a Saviour's love ; When our life's short race is run, May we dwell with thee above. CM. Stamford. St. Martin's. DOO Salvation approaching. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And lift your voices high ! Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh. 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies ; Each moment Brings it near : Then gladly view each closing day, And each revolving year ! 3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; Ye mortal powers, decay ; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day. ^ 7s. Lincoln. Adullum. OoJ Providence of God in the Seasons. 1 PRAISE to God! — immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ; AW that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowine stores, — 552 HYMNS. 3 These, to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise ; And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone. OJU H. M. Newbury. Harwich. ' f 1 HOW pleasing is the voice Of God, our heavenly King, Who bids the frosts retire, And wakes the lovely spring ! Bright suns arise, I And beauty glows, The mild wind blows, | Thro'earth and skies. 2 The morn, with glory crowned, His hand arrays in smiles : He bids the eve decline, Rejoicing o'er the hills: The evening breeze I His beauty blooms His breath perfumes ; | In flowers and trees. 3 With life he clothes the spring, The earth with summer warms: He spreads th' autumnal feast, < And rides on wintry storms : — His gifts divine I And round the year Through all appear ; | His glories shine. OJl L. M. Lowell. Springfield. 1 THE flowery spring, at God's command, Perfumes the air, and paints the land: The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 2 His hand in autumn richly pours, Through all her coasts, redundant stores; And winters, softened by his care, No more the face of horror wear. 3 The changing seasons, months, and days Demand successive songs of praise ; And be the cheerful homage paid, With morning light, and evening shade. 4 And oh, may each harmonious tongue In worlds unknown the praise prolong, HYMNS. 553 And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more. CM. Corinth. Warwick. 692 Spring. 1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray ; And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day ! p" 2 Hark ! how the feathered warblers sing! — 'Tis nature's cheerful voice ; P< Soft music hails the lovely spring, f And woods and fields rejoice. A.ff 3 O God of nature, and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart ; Then shall my 'meditation trace Spring, blooming in my heart. f 4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song ; And love, and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. 69 O S. It Pentonville 1 GREAT God, at thy command Seasons in order rise : Thy power and love in concert reign Through earth, and seas, and skies. 2 How balmy is the air ! How warm the sun's bright beams ! While, to refresh the ground, the rains Descend in gentle streams. 3 With grateful praise we own Thy providential hand, While grass, and herbs, and waving corn, Adorn and bless the land. 4 But greater still the gift Of thine incarnate Son ; By him forgiveness, peace, and joy, Through'endless ages run. t}J * 83. Spring 1 THE winter is over and gone, The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, The lark mounts and warbles away. 47 554 HYMNS. 2 Shall every creature around Their voices in concert unite, And I, the most favored, be found, In praising, to take less delight ? 3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute ! Sweet organs, your notes soltly swell! No longer my lips shall be mute, The Saviour's high praises to tell ! 4 His love in my heart shed abroad, My graces shall bloom as the spring ; This temple, his Spirit's abode, My joy, as my duty, to sing. OJO 7s. Edyfield. 1 PLEASING spring again is here ! Trees and fields in bloom appear ! pf T Hark ! the birds, with artless lays, — Warble their Creator's praise ! Aff 2 Lord, afford a spring to me ! Let me feel like what I see : Ah ! my winter has been long, Chilled my hopes, suppressed my song. 3 How the soul in winter mourns, Till the Lord, the Sun, returns! Till the Spirit's gentle rain Bids the heart revive again ! 4 O beloved Saviour, haste, Tell me all the storms are past : Speak, and by thy gracious voice Make my drooping soul rejoice. C. M. Princeton. Weston. 696 Harvest. 1 TO praise the bounteous Lord of all, Wake all our thankful powers ; He calls, and at his call come forth The smiling harvest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps, His goodness we will sing ; Summer and winter know their time, And harvest crowns the spring. 3 Teach us, O gracious God, to sow The seeds of righteousness ; Shine on our souls — and with thy beams The ripening harvest bless. HYMNS. 555 L. M. Duke Street. Hingham. t>y 7 A Morning Hymn. 1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run Ins journey through the sides. 2 Oh ! like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day ; With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heavenly way. 3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy thieatenings just — thy promise sure; Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, And then* receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this. 698 C. M. Mear. Ely. 1 OXCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes : Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who* rules the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats ; r£he day renews the sound, Wide as the heavens on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 3 Tis he supports my mortal frame : My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 How many wretched souls have fled Since the last setting sun ! And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, And yet my moments run. 5 Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night. 699 L. M. Alfreton. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; 556 HYMNS. Shake off dull sloth — and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels'bear thy part, - Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept. And hast refreshed me while I slept : Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; Scatter my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do^or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 700 i C. M. Walney. Dundee. GOD of my life, my morning song To thee I cheerful raise : Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing, And pleasant 'tis to praise. 2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene, and safe from every harm, To see the morning light. 3 While numbers spent the night in sighs, And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, And rose from sweet repose. 4 Oli let the same almighty care Through all this day attend: From every danger — every snare, My heedless steps defend. 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days'; And let thy gooVlness fill my soul AVith gratitude and praise. 70 1 7s. Edyfield 1 THOU that dost my life prolong, Kindly aid my morning song ; HYMNS. 557 Thankful from my couch I rise, To the God that rules the skies. 2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; Thy preserving hand was ligh ; Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed, Grateful to my weary head. 3 Thou hast kept me through the night ; 'Twas thy hand restored the light : Lord, thy mercies still are new, Plenteous as the morning dew. 4 Still my feet are prone to stray ; Oh! preserve me through the day: Dangers every wher? abound ; Sinsand snares beset me round. 5 Gently, with the dawning ray, On my soul thy beams display ; Sweeter than the smiling morn, Let thy cheering light return. L. M. Duke Street. Aifreton. /Ua An Evening Hymn. 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on ; Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make knowrn Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past ; He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus, wmen the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. ^ Uo C. M. Medfield. Dundee. 1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise ; Assist the offering of my tongue To reach the lofty skies* 47* 558 HYMNS. 2 Through all the dangers of the day Thy hand was stilt my guard: And still to drive ray wants away, Thy merry stood prepared. 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But oh ! how few returns of love Hath my Redeemer found ! 4 What have I done for him who died To save my guilty soul ? Alas ! my sins are multiplied, Fast as my minutes roil ! 5 Yet, with this g of mine, Lord, to thy cross I flee. And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renewed by thee. * 04 L. M. Duke Street. St. Paul's. 1 GREAT God, to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I rai- Oh let thy mercy tune my to: s And fid my heart with" lively praise. 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And ev rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous era And witness to thy love and power. 3 Thy love and power, celestial guard, Preserve me from surrounding harm: Can danger reach me while the Lord Extends his kind, protecting arm ? 4 Let this blest hope my eye!: With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name. 4 \jO L. If. Tallis' Ev. Hymn. Alfreton. 1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wing 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The^iil that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. HYMNS. 559 3 Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep, His watchful station near me keep, My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from th' approach of ill. 4 Teach me to live, that I may dread The £rave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. 5 Lord, let my soul forever share The bliss of thy paternal care ; 'Tis heaven on earth — 'tis heaven above ! To see thy face, and sing thy love. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise him all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 706 C. M. York. Medfield 1 IX mercy, Lord, remember me, Through all the hours of night, And grant to me most graciously The safeguard of thy might. 2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes Since thou wilt not remove : Oh, in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy dove ! — 3 Or, if this night should prove the last, And end my transient days ; Lord, take me to thy promised rest. Where I may sing thy praise. ' "7 C. Bff. Medfield. Dundee. 1 IXDULGEXT God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, Oh let my grateful praise and prayer Arise before thy throne. 2 What mercies has this day bestowed ! How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflowed, With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes, From pain and sickness free"; And let my waking thoughts arise, To meditate on thee. 560 HYMNS. 4 Thus bless each future day and night, Till life's vain scene is o'er ; And then to realms of endless light, Oh let my spirit soar. 708 S. M. Dover. Bethany. 1 ANOTHER day is past, The hours forever fled ; And time is bearing me away, To mingle with the dead. 2 My mind in perfect peace My Father's care shall keep ; I yield to gentle slumber now, For thou canst never sleep. 3 How blessed, Lord, are they On thee securely stayed ! Nor shall they be in life alarmed, Nor be in death dismayed. • "t7 S. M. Mornington. PentonviUe. 1 THE day is past and gone, The evening shades appear ; Oh, may 1 ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near. 2 Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears ; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears. 3 And when I early rise, To view th' unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 4 Lord, when my days are past, And I from time remove, Oh may I in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. 710 7s. Edyfield 1 SOFTLY now the light of day Fades upon my sight away ; Free from care — from labor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. 2 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away : HYMNS. 561 Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee ! 711 8?, 3s & 6. Auburn. 1 ERE I sleep, for every favor, This day showed By my (jod, I do bless my Saviour. 2 Leave me not, bat ever love me ; Let thy peace Be my bliss, Till thou hence remove me. 3 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tower, Safely keep, While I sleep, Me, with all thy power. 4 And, whene'er in death I slumber, Let me rise With the wise, Counted in their number. L. M. Duke Street. Medway. 712 A Hymn for Morning or Everwig. 1 MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from aoove Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 713 CM. Peterboro'. 1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand ; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand. 2 That was a most amazing power That raised us with a word ; And every day, and every hour, We lean upon the Lord. 502 HYMNS. 3 The rising morn cannot assure That we shall end the day ; For death stands ready at the door To hurry us away. 4 Our life is forfeited by sin To God's avenging law ; We own thy grace, immortal King, In every breath we draw. 5 God is our sun— whose daily light Our joy and safety brings ; Our feeble frame lies safe at night, Beneath his shady wings. 714 C. M. Walney. Bowdoin 1 ON thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend ; In thee are founded' all my hopes, In thee my wishes end. 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, Thy boundless love surveys ; And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares A sacrifice of praise. 3 When evening slumbers press my eyes, With his protection blest, Id peace and safety I commit My weary limbs to rest. 4 My spirit, in his hand secure, Fears no approaching ill ; For, whether waking or asleep, Thou, Lord, art with me still. GENERAL ASCRIPTIONS OF PRAISE. tj-t f 7s- Pleyel's Hymn. • -1^ Humble Adoration and Praise. 1 HEAVENLY Father— sovereign Lord, Be thy glorious name adored ! Lord, thy mercies never fail ; Hail, celestial goodness, hail ! 2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear, Deign our htimble songs to hear; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around thy throne we sing. ::xs. 563 i "hile on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in thy way. Till we come to dwell with thee, Till we all thy glor f 4 Then with angel-harps again We will wake a nobler strain ; There, in joyful songs of praise, Our triumphant voices raise. 4 1 0 M. St. Thomas. Pfrddingtna. 1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God ! How wondrous is thy name ! Thv glories how diffused abroad, Through all creation's frame :ure, in every d] humble homage pr And does a thousand wa Her undissembled praise. 3 Mv soul would rise and sing H~r great Creator * would my tongue adore my King, And pay the homage due. 4 Let joy and worship spend The'remnant of my da oft to God, my soul," ascend, In grateful songs of praise. I 1 i "?. A: .'.".-". L:r.::'.n 1 L : praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahsrang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was bora : Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth mnst pass awav, Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earthy Songs of praise shall hail their birth. S tints below, with heart and voice, Still in soncs of praise rejoi' Learning here, by faith and J Songs 5b*4 HYMKS. 5 Borne upon their latest breath Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amid eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. • A O 7s. Lincoln. 1 GOD is goodness, wisdom, power; Love him, praise him evermore : Let us strive, and never cease, Him in every thing to please. 2 Born for this intent we are, Our Creator to declare ; God to love, and serve, and praise, God to honor all our days. 3 Holy, holy, holy Lord !— Live, by heaven and earth adored! Filled with thee, let all things cry, Glory be to God most high. 719 H If. Acton- 1 LET every creature join To bless Jehovah's name, And every power unite To swell th' exalted theme : Let nature raise, A general song From every tongue, | Of grateful praise. 2 But oh ! from human tongues Should nobler praises tfow ; And every thankful heart With warm devotion glow : Your voices raise, I Above the rest Ye highly blest, Declare his praise. 3 Assist me, gracious God ; My heai% my voice inspire ; Then shall I humbly join The universal choir : Thy grace can raise I And tune my song My heart and tongue, | To lively praise. 7 ASS C. M. Princeton. Marlow. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired ; Loud and more loud the anthems raise, With "rate ful ardor fired ! HYMNS. 565 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every moment, as it flies, With benefits unsought ! 3 Lift up to Gcd the voice of praise, From whom salvation flows, Who sent his Son our souls to save From everlasting woes. 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope's transporting ray, Which lights thro' darkest shades of death To realms of endless day. 721 S. If. Southfield. UtiOl 1 STAND up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, With neart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify ? 3 Oh for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips— our minds inspire, And raise to heaven our thought ! 4 There, with benign regard, Our hymns he deigns to hear ; Though unrevealed to mortal sense, The spirit feels him near. 5 God is our strength and song, And his solvation ours ; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 6 Stand up, and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth forevermore. 722 C. M. St. Martin's. 1 WE sing the glories of thy love, We sound thy dreadful name : The Christian church unites the songs Of Moses and the Lamb. 566 HYMNS. 2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works Of vengeance and of s race ! Thou King of saints — almighty Lord — How just and true thy ways I 3 Who dares refuse to fear thy name, Or worship at thy throne ? Thy judgments speak thy holiness Through all the nations known. 723 C. M. St. Martin's. Berwick 1 LET them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace ; But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne ; All glory to th' united "Three, The undivided One. 3 'Twas he — and we'll adore his name — That formed us by a word ! 'Tis he restores our ruined frame — Salvation to the Lord ! 4 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound ; Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round. 724 7s &. Gs. Amsterdam. 1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above, And keeps his courts below ; Praise him for his boundless love, And all his greatness show. 2 Praise him for his noble deeds ; Praise him for his matchless power ; Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heaven adore. 3 Publish, spread to all around The great Immanuel's name : Let the gospel-trumpet sound. Him Prince of Peace proclaim. 4 Praise him, every tuneful string: All the reach of heavenly art, All the power of music bring, The music of the heart. HYMNS. 567 5 Him, in whom they move and live, Let every creature sing; Glory to our Saviour give, And homage to our King. G Hallowed be his name beneath, As in heaven on earth adored ; Praise the Lord in every breath, Let all things praise the Lord. / -O P. Bf, Judea 1 SIXG hallelujah! praise the Lord I Sing with a cheerful voice ; Exalt our God with one accord, And in his name rejoice : Ne'er cease to sing, thou ransomed host, To Father. Son, and Holy Ghost, Till in the realms of endless light, Your praises shall unite. 2 There we to all eternity Shall join tlr angelic lay?. And sing in perfect harmony To God our Saviour's praise : He hath redeemed us by his blood. And made us kings and priests to God ; For us, for us the Lamb was slain. Praise ye the Lord ! Amen. t ~U C. M. Stephen's. St. Ann's. 1 YES— I will bless thee, O my God ! Through all my mortal days, And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 Xer shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my G My liffe, witli all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 3 Xot death itself shall stop my song, Thousrh death will close my ey My thoughts shall then to nobler heights And sweeter raptures rise. 4 There shall my lips in endless praise Their grateful tribute pay : The theme demands an angel's tongue, And an eternal dav. 568 HYMNS. 7 Li CM. St. Martin's. Berwick. 1 MY God, my King, to thee I'll raise My voice and all my povVers ; Unwearied songs of sacred praise Shall fill the circling hours. 2 Thv name shall dwell upon my tongue While suns shall set and rise, And tune my everlasting song When time and nature dies. • £& 8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator ! Praise to thee from every tongue : Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 Father! Source of all compassion! Pure, unbounded grace is thine: Hail the God of our salvation ! Praise him for his love divine. 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 4 Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise ; There, enraptured, fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. ^ C. M. Marlow. Westford. I mdO Universal Praise. 1 SING to the Lord in joyful strains, Let earth his praise resound; Let all the cheerful nations join To spread his glory round. 2 Thou city of the Lord! begin The universal song ; And let the scattered villages The cheerful notes prolong ;— 3 Till, midst the strains of distant lands, The islands sound his praise ; And all, combined, with one accord, Jehovah's glories raise. HYMNS. 5G9 i O J lis &. 8s. Warehain. Salem- 1 BE joyful in God. all ye lands of the earth, Oh serve him with gladness and fear : Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near. 2 The Lord he is God — and Jehovah alone, Creator, and ruler o'er all ; And we are his people, his sceptre we own ; His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 Oh enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim : His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, And we are the work of his hand ; His mercy and truth from eternity stood, And shall to eternity stand. 731 p. m. 1 THE Lord is great ! ye hosts of heaven, adore him, ye who tread this earthly ball ; In holy songs rejoice aloud before him, And shout his praise who made you all. 2 The Lord is great — his majesty- how glorious! Resound his praise from shore to shore ; O'er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious, He rules and reigns forevermore. 3 The Lord i? great — his mercy how abounding ! Ye angels, strike your golden chords ! Oh praise our God ! with voice and harp resounding, The King of kings, and Lord of lords! L. ML Doxol PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father. Son, and Holy Ghost. '32 733 C. ML TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was. is now, And shall be evermore. 570 ANTHEMS, &c. ANTHEMS, CHANTS, AND OTHER PIECES, Appropriate to various Occasions of Public Worship. 1. THE Lord is in his holy temple ; let all the earth keep silence before him. 2. LET the words of my mouth, and the medita- tion of rny heart, be alway acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my Redeemer. 3. WHEN the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive. 4. I ACKNOWLEDGE my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. 5. THE sacrifices of God are a broken spirit ; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. fiend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God ; for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil. O BE joyful in the Lord, all ye lands ; serve the Lord with gladness, and come before his presence with a song. Be ye sure that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves: we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise. Be thankful unto him, and speak good of his name. For the Lord is gracious ; his mercy is everlast- ing, and his truth endureth to all generations. ANTHEMS, &c 571 7. REPENT ye, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. a I WILL arise and go to my Father, and will unto him, Father. I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. 9. O I I us sing unto the Lord; k heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanks- giving, and show ourselves glad in him with psah For the Lord is a great God, and a great K above all l b. In his hand are all the corners of the earth; and the strength of the hills is his also. Tii- -.and he made it; and his hands prepared the dry land. ome, let i a and fall down, and kneel before the Lord on: For he is the Lord our God : and we are th€ people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. 0 worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness ; let the whole earth stand in awe of him; For he cometh, for he cometh to judge the earth, and with righteousness to judge the world, and the people with his truth. 10. MAKE a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a" loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise. Sing unto the Lord with the harp ; with the harp, "and the voice of a psalm. YVith trumpet, and sound of cornet, make a joyful noise before the Lord the King. Let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof; the that dwell therein. Let the floo'ds clap their hands : let the hills be joyful together betore the Lord; 1 r he cometh to judge the earth : with :eousness shall he judge the world, and the people with equity. 572 ANTHEMS, &c. 11. O SING unto the Lord a new song, for he hath done marvellous things. With his own rightliancl, and with his holy arm, hath he gotten himself the victory. The Lord declared his salvation ; his righteous- ness hath he openly showed in the sight of the heathen. ° He hath remembered his mercy and truth to- ward the house of Israel ; and all the ends of the world have seen the salvation of our God. bhow yourselves joyful unto the Lord, all ye lands ; smg, rejoice, and give thanks. praise the Lord upon the harp ; sing to the harp with a psalm of thanksgiving. l With trumpets also and cornet, O show vour- selves joyful before the Lord the King. Let the sea make a noise, and all that therein is : the round world, and they that dwell therein. .Let the floods clap their hands, and let the hills be joyful together before the Lord ; for he cometh to judge the earth. With righteousness shall he judge the world and the people with equity. 12. IT is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High 1 o tell of thy loving kindness early in the morn- nig, and of thy truth in the night season ; Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the lute ; upon a loud instrument, and upon the harp ; r I or thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy works; and I will rejoice in giving praise for the operations of thy hands. 13. BLESSED be the Lord God of Israel, for he hath visited and redeemed his people ; And hath raised up a mighty salvation for us, in the house of his servant David; As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began ; That we should be saved from our enemies, and from the hand of all that hate us. ANTHEMS, &c. 573 14. PRAISE the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits ; Who forgive th all thy sin, and healeth all thine infirmities ; Who saveth thy life from destruction, and crowneth thee with mercy and loving kindness. O praise the Lord, ye angels of his, ye that excel in strength ; ye that fulfil his command- ment, and hearken unto the voice of his word. O praise the Lord, all ye his hosts ; ye servants of his that do his pleasure. O speak good of the Lord, all ye works of his, in all places of his dominion. — Praise thou the Lord, O my soul. 15. GOD be merciful to us, and bless us, and show us the light of his countenance, and be merciful unto us ; That thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving health among all nations. Let the people praise thee, O God ; yea, let all the people praise thee. O let the nations rejoice and be glad; for thou shalt judge the people righteously, and govern the nations upon earth. Let the people praise thee, O God ; yea, let all the people praise thee. Then shall the earth bring forth her increase ; and God, even our own God, shall give us his blessing. God shall bless us ; and all the ends of the world shall fear him. 16. WE praise thee, O God, we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting. To thee all angels cry aloud, the heavens and all the powers therein. To thee cherubim and seraphim continually do cry- Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth — Heaven and earth are full of thy great glory. 574 ANTHEMS, &c. 17. HOW beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that pub- lisheth peace ; That oringeth good tidings of good, that pub- lisheth salvation ; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth ! Thy watchmen shall lift up the voice ; with the voice together shall they sing ; For they shall see eye to eye, when the Lord shall bring again Zion. Break forth into joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem : For the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem. The Lord hath made bare his holy arm, in the eyes of all nations; And all the ends of the earth shall see the salva- tion of our Lord. 18. THE earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein ; For he hath founded it upon the seas, and estab- lished it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place ? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart, who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity. He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation. This is the generation of them that seek him, that seek thy face, O God of Jacob. * Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory ? The Lord, strong and mighty; the Lord, mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory ? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. * See Home on this passage. ANTHEMS, &c. 575 19. THE Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. tie will not always chide ; neither will he keep his anger forever. He hath not dealt with us after our sins, nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame ; he remembereth that we are dust. 20. CREATE in me a clean heart, O God ; and re- new a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence, and take not thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, and uphold me with thy free Spirit. Then will I teach transgressors thy ways, and sinners shall be converted unto thee. 21. WHEN the Lord shall build up Zion, he shall apnear in his glory. O pray for the peace of Jerusalem ; they shall prosper that love thee. Peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces. This shall be my rest forever, saith the Lord ; here will I dwell, for I delight therein. 22. O PRAISE God in his holiness ; praise him in the firmament of his power ; Praise him for his noble acts ; praise him accord- ing to his excellent greatness ; Praise him in the sound of the trumpet ; praise him upon the lute, and harp ; Praise him in the cymbals, and dances ; praise him on strings, and pipes; Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord ; praise the Lord. 57G ANTHEMS, &c. 23. DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more ; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them ; Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be ; Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. 24. WATCHMAN ! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. — Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star ! — Watchman ! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell ? — Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day — Promised day of Israel. Watchman ! tell us of the night, Higher yet that star ascends. — Traveller ! blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends ! — Watchman ! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? — Traveller ! ages are its own, See, it bursts o'er all the earth. Watchman ! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. — Traveller ! darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. — Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home. — Traveller! lo ! the Prince of Peace, Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 25. GLORY be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, Amen. OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 577 Of? fc 6s. Missionary Hymn. Mi ?s iona n/ Hum ti . 1 HAIL to the Lord's anointed! Great David's greater Son; Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free ; To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth : Before him on the mountains, Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. 3 For him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end : The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand forever ; That name to us is — Love. 27 8s, Ts &. 4. Greenville. Missionary Farewell. 1 YES, my native land, I love thee : All thy scenes I love them well ; Friends, connections, happy country ! Can I bid you all farewell ? Can I leave you — Far in heathen lands to dwell ? mf 2 Home ! thy joys are passing lovely ; Joys no stranger-heart can tell ! Happy home ! 'tis sure I love thee \ Can I — can I say — Farewell J Aff Can I leave thee — Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, Holy days and sabbath bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure ! 578 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. Can I say a last farewell? Aff Can I leave you — Far in heathen lands to dwell ? mf l f 4 Yes ! I hasten from von gladly, From the scenes 1 loved so well ! Far away, ye billows, bear me ; Lovely native land, farewell! Pleased I leave thee — Far in heathen lands to dwell. 5 In the deserts let me labor, On the mountains let me tell How he died — the blessed Saviour — To redeem a world from hell ! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell. 6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; Let the winds my canvass swell — Heaves my heart with warm emotion, While I go far hence to dwell. Glad'l bid thee, Native land ! — Farewell — Farewell ! JdO Gethsemane. 1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go, To sad Gethsemane ; His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line. 2 He bows beneath the sins of men — He cries to God, and cries again, In sad Gethsemane ; He lifts his mournful eyes above — 1 My Father, can this cup remove ?' 3 With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane ; 1 Behold me here, thy only Son, • And, Father, let thy will be done.' 4 The Father heard — and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane ; He drank the dreadful cup of pain — Then rose to life and joy again. 29 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 579 5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep, To sad Gethsemane We'll look, and see the Saviour there, And humbly bow, like him, in prayer. Sicilian Hymn. Calvary. p 1 HARK ! from yonder mount arise Notes of sadness — Jesus dies! On the cross the Lord of lords Love for guilty man rec Sinner, sinner, Hear your dying Saviour's words. 2 Mortal ! for your guilt I die. Guilt that dared your God defy : Blood for blood I* freely give ; Death I taste that you may live : mf Will you. sinner, Free salvation now receive ? 30 L. M. Hebron. 1 BEHOLD ! this is the day of grace ; Come, sinners, seek the Saviour's face : You need but look to Christ and live— The Lord is ready to forgive. 2 The fountain of his grace is free : His love is boundless as the sea; He urges you to look and live — The Lord" is ready to forgive. 3 Grieve not the Spirit from your heart, Lest he should finally depart : But while he moves/ come. Look and live— The Lord i- ready to forg 4 Come, all who thirst — come, all who will — rie while the d- stO : Come, as you are — come, look and live — The Lord is ready to forgive. Ol Nuremberg. J WHEN thy mortal life is fled, When — the death-shades o'er thee spread,— Thou hast finished earth's car Sinner, where wilt thou appear ? 580 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 2 When the world has passed away, When draws near the judgment day, When the awful trump shall sound, Say, oh where wilt thou be found ? 3 When the Judge descends in light, Clothed in majesty and might ; When the wicked quail with fear, Where, oh where wilt thou appear ? 4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, When the saints and thou must part? When the good with joy are crowned, Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Quickly to the Saviour fly ; Then shall peace thy spirit cheer, Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 32 33 7s & 6s. Missionary Hymn. 1 REMEMBER thy Creator, While youth's fair spring is bright ; Before thy cares are greater, Before comes age's'night ; While yet the sun shines o'er thee, While stars the darkness cheer ; While life is all before thee, Thy great Creator fear. 2 Remember thy Creator, Before the dust returns To earth — for 'tis its nature — And life's last ember burns : Before, with God who gave it, The spirit shall appear ; He cries, who died to save it, Thy great Creator fear. 7s &. Cs. Missionary Hymn. 1 AS flows the rapid river, With channel broad and free, Its waters rippling ever, And hasting to the sea, So life is onward flowing, And days of offered peace, And man is swiftly going, Where calls of mercy cease. 34 35 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 581 2 As moons are ever waning, As hastes the sun away, As stormy winds, complaining, Bring on the wintry day, So fast the night comes oTer us — The darkness of the grave — And death is just before us : — God takes the life he gave. 3 Sav, gay one, is thy treasure Laid up in worlds above ? And is it all thy pleasure Thy God to praise and love ? Beware, lest death's dark river Its billows o'er thee roll : And thou lament forever The ruin of thy soul. C. M. Medfield. 1 HAVE mercy, Lord — have mercy, Lord — The eager blind man cried: The Saviour spoke the healing word — The prayer was not denied. 2 The weary one ii arose — The deaf was made to hear: The Saviour bade the winds repose. And wiped the widow's tear. 3 He wept in silence by the grave, Then called the dead by name • His arm had strength enough to save — The dead arose and came. 4 Beyond these scenes of mortal wo The Saviour rose to dwell : But still he sees the tears that flow, The hearts with grief that swell. 5 Dear Saviour, still thy changeless love The contrite soul can heal; Then shine upon us from above, \nd all thy love reveal. C. M. Dedham. The Resolve. 1 COME, trembling sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve : Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make* this last resolve : 582 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose ; I see 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 sovereign grace. 4 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps he'll hear my prayer ; 36 37 But if I perish, I will pray And perish only there." 7s. Nuremberg. 1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare ; Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 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 : Thou thy sovereign right maintain, And without a rival reign. 6s & 4s. Self Consecration. 1 MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary ; Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; Oh ! let me from this day Be wholly thine. 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, 3Iy zeal inspire : As thou hast died for me, Oh ! may my love to thee, Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire. OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 583 3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, fie thou my guide : Bid darkness turn to day. Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. •1 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll : Blest Saviour, then in love, Fear and distress remove : Oh ! bear me safe above — A ransomed soul. oq Sicilian Hymn. of a protract 1 NOW these solemn days are ending. All their glowing hopes are o'er : Now the final hour is spending — We shall see their -joys no more ; Days of gladiit We shall see their joys no more. 2 Oft the tidings of salval Have been pressed upon our ears ; Who has heard the invitatn Who in sinning persevei Who, rebellious. Still in sinning perseveres ? 3 Sinner, o'er thy hardness weeping, To the Saviour thou must go — Never resting, never sleeping, Till salvation he bestow— Never resting Till salvation he nestow. 4 Thoughtless ones, while ye, departing, Hasten from these scenes away, Let your spirits, onward darting, See the final parting clay ; Fast approaching See the final parting day. 5 While the contrite, while the lowly, Rise where matchless glories glow \ Ye, who choose to hp unholy. 584 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. Must depart to endless wo. Ye unholy Must depart to endless wo. 6 Each one in this congregation, Then must go to heaven or hell — Pains unknown or sweet salvation- There forevermore to dwell ; None escaping, There forevermore to dwell. g9 8s & 7s. Worthing. Praise for a Revival. 1 FOUNT of everlasting love! Rich thy streams ot mercy are, Flowing purely from above ; Beauty marks their course afar. 2 Lo ! thy church, thy garden now, Blooms beneath the heavenlv shower : Sinners feel, and melt, and bow ; Mild, yet mighty is thy power. 3 God of grace ! before thy throne, Here our warmest thanks we bring ; Thine the glory, thine alone ; Loudest praise to thee we sing. 4 Hear, O hear our grateful song ; Let thy Spirit stdl descend : Roll the tide of grace along, Widening, deepening to the end. 40 L- M" Dan vers. The Memory of Christ. 1 O THOU, my soul, forget no more The friend who all thy sorrows bore ; Let every idol be forgot ; But, O my soul, forget him not. 2 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, And fly to this divine relief: Nor him forget who left his throne, And for thy life gave up his own. 3 Infinite truth and mercy shine In him, and he himself is thine : And canst thou then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms forget ? 41 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 585 4 Oh no — till life itself depart, His name shall cheer and warm my heart ; And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies. 7s